It has been said that the best sexual match-up is a 19 yr. old man and a 36
yr. old woman because at that age each are at their sexual peak. I am here to
testify that those numbers must be correct. I was 19 and my partner 36. We
literally fucked each other’s brains out. Furthermore, my partner was my
mother.
When I was 17, my mom’s second husband deserted us. It was a bad time but we
both adjusted. For myself, I delved into body building with weights. Mom went
to night school and through connections landed a good low level executive
position with a small manufacturing company. Also, Mom joined me in weight
lifting and body building.
I had never before noticed what a fabulous figure my mother had. At 34 she
was a knockout at about 5 ft. 5 inches, approximately 140 lb. We both dressed
in spandex apparel when working out and the way that material hugged this
monumental body made me wonder why I had not noticed it before. Soon my
conscience kicked in and I tried not to notice those full, ripe, round 42
inch tits, which always seemed to be standing at attention. Her waist was
scooped inward and immediately curved out into an ass of about 40 inches. Her
thighs, calves, stomach, arms and neck were all round. Her face was oval with
wide set dark eyes and a full set of lips to die for. As I say, my conscience
bothered me because I was looking with lust at my own mother. Therefore, I
worked hard at not noticing her.
Actually, we worked out together in the basement in the early evenings 4
times a week for the next two years without much more lustful leering from
me. However, one evening, about two years later, I glanced over at mom’s work
out routine. She was on all-fours doing some cool-down movements which
consisted of arching her back and then thrusting her pelvis forward. Damn.
That was the hottest sight of my short happy life and I became aroused.
Aroused hell, I was on fire as I watched that marvelous body move in such
suggestive ways. My cock became swollen and I stood up from my inclined board
and just stared, completely unaware that my cock was showing clearly through
the clinging material of my shorts.
Soon she stood up and said something about finishing up. As she turned toward
me her eyes locked on my crotch for a full minute. She gasped and said,
“Well, guess I’d better get into the shower so we can finish up and have
supper.” She continued to look at my cock as she moved toward the door. Her
eyes never looked at mine, but stared at my bulge as she literally backed to
the door. Turning to leave her eyes drooped and an audible gasp of “Oh my
God, oh my God,” came from those lips.
I sat down in a daze and said to myself, “My Mom would be a very nice, hot
fuck,” and then wondered where that thought had been lying, waiting to come
to the fore. I heard her in the shower next to our work out room. I took off
my spandex shorts and put a towel around my waist. I stepped out into the
hall. My cock was pushing hard against the large towel. Mom also stepped out
in the hall — completely naked. God in heaven, what a body, with curve upon
curve. She put her left hand over her pussy and her right forearm across her
tits, not really concealing anything. As we moved to pass each other she was
staring at my crotch. Heavy, loud gasps of breath were escaping between
clinched teeth like escaping steam. As she left the hall and I continued to
the bath I heard her utter, “Oh Jesus, oh my good God. Oh shitttttttt.”
In a trance I finished my shower and imagined what to do. I could only think
of fucking every hole in my mother’s stupendous body. With the towel around
my middle I stepped up the short stairs and looked down the upstairs hallway
to see her bedroom door open with lights fully on. With each step my head
reeled and my heart pounded. I’m going to fuck her but how do I approach her.
I didn’t have to worry. As I entered her room she was sitting on the edge of
the bed with both feet pulled up on the mattress. As I moved closer she
dropped back on her elbows with her legs pulled up and spread.
Her tongue was licking those full, oval lips. Not a word was being said as I
moved closer and took away the towel. My cock was now standing at attention.
I moved closer until I stood between those beautiful, rounded thighs. Still
reclining, she reached forward with one hand and took my cock in hand much
like taking a trophy
being presented. Her eyes met mine and she said in a hoarse whisper, “Eat me
first.” My sexual experience up to that point was minimal, but I didn’t need
more instructions. I dropped to my knees as her hand released my cock and
moved to part the lips of her cunt.
My head went down and I pushed my entire face into that hot, moist, pink
pussy that 19 yrs before provided me passage into the world. My mouth found
her clit. I sucked and licked, licked and sucked. My tongue was fully
inspired as I attempted to give pleasure to this burning piece of pussy. Her
sighs and heavy breathing were hitting my ears and I heard her say softly,
“Please, oh please, please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.
Oh my precious, God yes, it is so good, so very good, oh God I’m coming.
Ohhhhhhhhh Yesssssssss.”
Now I jumped to my feet. The odor of pussy lingered around my head and face
and I was sexually enraged. My cock was more hard than I could remember. As
she slipped back onto the mattress I moved between her thighs and in an
instant my cock was plunging into a mass of warm, wet, pink, sweet pussy.
Just as quickly her legs were thrust around my hips as I started humping. As
I fell forward her arms encircled my upper body and her face was next to my
ear. Her breath was moist and hot as she said, “You are so young and strong.
You are so hard, so fucking hard. Please I want to come again. Please.
Please.” Her words inspired my mouth, my hands, my cock and my pelvic region
to give this hot pussy exactly what it wanted.
As I plunged with every ounce of strength, her ass moved in equal force. I
thought, “Weight training has been good for both of us.” It seemed our energy
and strength would help us fuck the rest of the night. As I said before, my
sexual experience was limited and I had experienced several good orgasms with
a few teen agers. But what lay in waiting was something else. In a moment a
tingle occurred in the soles of my feet and soon converted to a full
electrical-like charge which moved up to my thighs, up my spine, to my scalp,
down my chest, into my lower stomach and in a torrent of unbridled pleasure
and passion I shot a load of cum like none before. It seemed like what I
imagine a volcano felt like as it emitted its hot lava. The erotic, exotic
pleasure I was feeling evades description and as I continued to shoot what
felt like a tea cup of cum, Mom moaned and growled, “Fuck me sweetie, oh
baby, oh you sweet young thing, shoot me full of that hot stuff. Oh baby,
baby, baby, baby. Now its my turn. Oh shittttt. I’m dying, it’s so good, so
good. Im coming, coming, coming.”
Her legs tightened for an instance around my hips and then dropped suddenly.
As we each reached fairly normal breathing, our mouths found each other and
between kisses and tonguing, we murmured sweet, sexy statements of
appreciation, some of which were, “That has got to be the best fuck of my
life.”
Needless to say, the remainder of the night was filled with more fucking,
sucking, fondling, moaning and groaning. However, at about 6:00 a.m. I awoke
first and suddenly asked, “How could you fuck your own mother,” even though I
was admitting it was the very best sex ever. My question continue to nag as
we got up, had breakfast, took showers, fucked, took more showers, fucked
more and more. Time passed and we averaged about 4 good fuck sessions per
week.
However, one long week end when Mom was out of town on a business seminar, I
made a decision. I will leave before she comes back. Conscience can be a
strong thing and I decided to pack a few things, grab a bus to the city and
try to hide, avoid thinking and remembering. Even though my body kept telling
me the fucking I had experienced with her was somewhere up toward the top of
the pleasure chart. Well, I made my decision and slipped out of town late
Sunday before she returned Monday at midday. I wrote a long letter which
tried to explain. I don’t know if it did, but I remember that Mom clearly was
looking forward to many, many more sessions of sex with me.
It wasn’t hard to find a place and secure a job in this big city of millions
and you would think I would be hard to find. I did not list my phone and I
avoided talking with fellow workers and neighbors about the details of my
origin, etc. But sure enough one early Friday evening during winter the door
bell rang. Standing there in a winter hat and coat with one small suit case
was my mother. She dropped the bag and unbuttoned the coat which she pulled
open to reveal that hot, fabulous, fuckable body that I had known.
She walked straight in, ripped off her coat and threw the bag inside. She
grabbed me by the ears and kissed me with one long, flaming, hot sultry kiss.
I had on silk pajamas and a tee shirt but in no time I was in the nude with
her and I placed her ass on the table in the foyer and rammed my cock into
that hot, now familiar cunt that belonged to my mother. And as we furiously
fucked we both tried to talk and say how unhappy we had been and it was not
until we both had shot our wads that we stopped to see how ridiculous we must
look fucking in the hall way when a nice big bed waited for us just feet
away.
Our fuck affair — that’s all you can call it — lasted two more years. She
moved in with me and we never tried to explain anything to the neighbors but
after two years we both agreed that as much as our mutual sexual pleasure
meant to us we could not reasonably expect to carry on any longer. We decided
to part and not communicate for one year. At that time we would reconsider
our lust, our lives and our future. As I write this the passage that one year
has two more weeks to go. I wonder what will happen in two weeks.