Mom's secret life ( collected)

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It was a couple of months ago when I learned, quite by accident, that my mother has been living a secret life as a stripper and a prostitute.
Well, she refers to herself as a call girl, since she works through an agency, rather than walk the streets. But a whore by any other name is still a whore, and that's what she is.
At any rate, because of my discovery, I have finally gotten to fuck my mother, which is something I've wanted to do since I was 12-years-old and experienced my first hard-on.
Let's be clear about one thing right off the bat. You read a lot of stories about teenage guys who are totally obsessed with fucking "mommy" to the exclusion of everything else.

Not me. I've just always wanted to fuck my mom because I'm a normal, red-blooded 19-year-old college sophomore, and Mom is without a doubt the sexiest woman in the world.

Who wouldn't want to fuck her? Well, my dad, maybe, but that's a whole different kettle of fish. I'll get to him in a minute.
My mom Diane is 5-feet, 10-inches of total sex appeal, a walking, talking wet dream in high heels. She's got a narrow face, hazel eyes and dusty blonde hair that falls almost to her waist. She's slender, but not thin, and while her tits aren't anything to speak of, she's got the sweetest little butt and legs that go on forever.

She's got a surprisingly tight, clean-shaven pussy that likes - no, loves - to be fucked. She's also got a fun-loving, outgoing personality, a world of self-confidence and an attitude that she's going to get what she wants, when she wants it. Put it all together, and she's 38 going on 25, and she looks the part.

My dad, on the other hand, is living proof that what you see ain't always what you get. On the outside, he's a real stud muffin. He's about 6-2, well-built (or he was when he was younger) and handsome, with a full head of brown hair. He's even got a big cock, a good eight inches, so I'm told.

But inside, he's quite shy, almost timid. He's an engineer by trade, and a pretty good one, good enough to rise to a successful position in a large Texas oil company. The problem is that he's totally absorbed with, not only his job, but every aspect of engineering, whether it applies to petroleum or not. And as far as sex is concerned, Mom says he expresses an interest in it about three or four times a year, and then it's all over in under three minutes.

I've done the math, and it's obvious that my folks' marriage was a had-to deal. I was born 5 1/2 months after the wedding. I would imagine that my grandpa gave Dad an ultimatum: marry his daughter or else. Gramps is a pretty forceful guy, and he always gets his way.

Despite the forced nature of their marriage, my parents have always seemed happy together. To all appearances, they're an average middle-class suburban couple. I have a younger sister, aged 14, who takes after Dad, but I got the best of both of them, in my humble opinion.

I've got my dad's looks and physique - right down to the big, fat cock - and my mom's personality and sex appeal, no brag, just fact.
I first wet my dick when I was 14, with our 16-year-old next door neighbor, and I've pretty much been able to fuck any woman I've wanted ever since, and there have been quite a few. Like I said, I'm a sophomore, majoring in business at the University of Texas, and I grew up in Katy, on Houston's west side.

I guess it was frustration that drove Mom into her alternate life. I've discovered that she's got a very high sex drive, and three minutes three or four times a year doesn't get it done for her. The kicker is, she says she still loves Dad as a person, if not a lover.

Because of that, she didn't want to get into any kind of affair with his friends or co-workers, all of whom openly lust after her. That would require an emotional commitment that she didn't want.
So she strips as an enticement for strangers to have emotion-free, anonymous sex, to satisfy her needs. She says she doesn't take on any client who hasn't been thoroughly screened by the agency she works for. They check for STDs, a criminal background and whether the client is involved in law enforcement.

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I'm not sure exactly how that works, but she says it's safe, it's very lucrative and she enjoys the variety of men who get to fuck her.
As far as dancing goes, she loves to dance and strut her ass on stage. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, plus it's a good way to advertise her goods.
As I said earlier, it was purely by accident that I stumbled on her secret.
About three years ago, Mom told Dad that she was bored staying at home. Sis and I were getting older and able to take care of ourselves more, and she wanted a job. Dad gave her the OK, and she came back with a job allegedly working nights for a telemarketer. She would work three nights a week, Friday, Saturday and Tuesday, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m.

Now Dad might be shy and gullible, but I had some vague suspicions from the get-go. There just seemed to be too many holes in her story. The company she worked for, Tower Enterprises, wasn't listed in the Houston phone book, and she never would say exactly where the office was located. The schedule was odd, and there were times during my senior year in high school when I'd be up getting ready for school and she'd return from work looking like something the cat dragged home.

But I never put everything together until a group of us from my fraternity decided to take a Friday night trip from Austin to party in Houston, and, of course, being testosterone-fueled guys, we decided to hit some strip clubs.

The third one we came to, about 10:30, was called Headlights. It's located fairly close to the intercontinental airport, on the north side of town, which is world away from Katy. We paid the cover and made our way to a booth along the far wall. The first girl we saw was a pretty little black girl who did all sorts of contortions and earned a nice scattering of tips.

After she was finished, there was a pause, before the emcee announced that the next dancer was, "the ever-popular Dana!" Then the curtain parted and there she was.
I knew immediately that it was her. She didn't even make a real effort to disguise her appearance. She came out in black knee-high boots, a g-string and a sheer, lacy button-down chemise. I sat real low in the seat in hopes that she wouldn't see me. Right then, I wasn't ready for her to be identified as my mother.

Nevertheless, her show got me hard as a rock, because she did things no middle-class suburban housewife would be caught dead doing. She slowly unbuttoned the top, all the time dancing rhythmically, sensually around the stage. When she had the top off and discarded, she played with her little bitty titties as she sashayed around the stage, swishing her long hair this way and that. My buddies all thought she was the greatest.

Finally, she untied one side of the g-string and gave the crowd a real tease, then untied the other side and sawed the cloth strip between her legs as she gyrated around the stage. She had this faraway look on her face that I would later learn was her acute state of early arousal.

Once she'd played with the g-string some, she threw it to the side and danced naked except for her boots. And I mean she danced! She writhed on the stage, humped the obligatory pole like it was gigantic cock, did the splits and spreadeagled herself on a tilted table.

Then as her finale, she lay on her back with her legs high in the air and showed the whole room everything she had to within three inches inside her dripping wet pussy. When it was over, she spent several minutes scooping up the considerable scattering of cash that had been tossed onto the stage.
I had noticed that the little black girl who danced before Mom had come around to each table soliciting tips. Not wanting to be caught by my mom, I ducked into the restroom, then slipped out the door for some air. I had to collect my thoughts on what I'd just witnessed.

As I stood outside, I engaged the bouncer in a conversation. I asked him how long "Dana" had been dancing there, and he said about three years, which fit with the time she'd started working for the "telemarketing company." I asked him if her show was always that hot, and he said that she was one of their most popular dancers, "because it's always that hot."

I thanked him and returned to my buddies. We watched a couple of the other dancers, then Mom came back out, this time in a white baby doll outfit, with a garter around one thigh and four-inch high heels that practically begged, "fuck me!"
It was pretty much the same show as before, though, and when she finished and had retreated backstage, I convinced the guys that it was time to move on. I needed to get out of there and figure some things out.

For not only were the girls soliciting tips, but they were also discreetly passing out business cards to a few selected patrons, which I thought was puzzling. My buddy Dave had been slipped one by a pretty Asian girl, and I nearly flipped when I saw that it was a card for Tower Enterprises. Only instead of telemarketing, they were advertising dates and escorts.

On my way out, I once again had a chat with the bouncer. I showed him the card and asked him what the deal was. He looked around to see if anybody was looking, then pulled me aside.

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Some of the girls are, um, available after their show," he whispered. "If you've been given a card, then you've been offered an opportunity to take out one of the dancers at some point later. It's basically a dating service. What you do is call and make an appointment, go in and do an interview. They do a background check, and run a blood test, and if you're OK, you'll be contacted and put on the client list. Then, after their show, the girls meet their clients for whatever the client wants to do."
"How much does it cost?" I asked.
"It ain't cheap, I can tell 'ya that," he said. "Just the initial interview is $250, and a date with one of these ladies can run you up to $1,000 for the night. Kind of weeds out the riff-raff."

What about Dana? Is she available?" I asked, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice. After all, this was my mother we were talking about.

"From what I hear, she's booked solid for a month," the bouncer said. "And they say she's got a waiting list of clients looking for a date with her. I'm told she's the hottest gal they've got."

I thanked the bouncer and joined my pals, who had been waiting impatiently for me to come on.
We hit a couple of other clubs, looking to score with some chicks, but I wasn't really into it, and I soon quit drinking and volunteered to drive home. I needed to sort through my tangled emotions, and think about everything, and the long, late-night drive back to Austin was perfect for that.

Problem was, all the way back I kept replaying my mom's show in my mind, so that I had a hard-on that threatened to burst through my jeans the whole way. And it didn't help that the guys got to talking about some of the strippers we'd seen, and Mom was one of the ones they talked about. No, scratch that, she was the one they raved about.

"Wouldn't you like to have that bitch's long legs wrapped around your back?" I heard someone from the back seat say.

"Well, she didn't have much up front, but..." said another.
"Who cares about that?" my best friend Mark interrupted from the passenger seat. "Did you see that pussy? Oh man, I'll bet she fetches a pretty penny for that hot snatch. Whadda you think, Rich?"

"I, uh, yeah, sure, I'll bet she does," I said distractedly.

"You OK?" Mark asked. "You've been awfully quiet ever since we left Headlights. Somethin' bothering you?"

"No, no, it's just been a rough week, and I'm kinda tired," I said. I sure as hell didn't want my frat brothers finding out my mother was a stripper and a whore.
The moment we got back to the house, I headed straight to bed and crawled between my sheets naked. My cock was like iron as I once again played the scene through my mind. Only this time I imagined that I was on stage with her, and Mom was riding me, taking my big fat cock up her juicy canal, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Whenever I masturbate, which isn't all that often, I usually draw it out, make it last, and I'm usually rewarded with a rather spectacular cumshot at the end. Not this time. I squeezed a little oil over my cock, went through the fantasy of fucking my mom, and covered my chest with a truly awesome spray of cum, all in the space of about five minutes.

Afterward, I lay there wide awake, thinking about what I was going to do. No, check that. I knew what I was going to do, I just didn't know how I was going to go about it.
I was definitely going to try to fuck my mother. That evening's show, and the knowledge that she was turning tricks after working at the strip club had made that decision easy. But I didn't want to blackmail her into it, for several reasons.

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For one, that's not my style. I never force sex on a woman, especially a woman I care about. And my mom and I have always been real close. I didn't want to jeopardize that closeness by forcing her into a sexual relationship.
For another, my mom is a genuinely nice person, someone who is fun to be around, and it wouldn't be right to coerce her into sex. Maybe if she'd been a bitch, I might have considered it, but she's very down-to-earth, very real.
Finally, I wanted her to enjoy me every bit as much as I wanted to enjoy her. I had a gut feeling that once we took the plunge and did it, that it would be spectacular, but only if she went into it as a willing partner.

As I lay there, I realized that the only way to go was the direct approach. Subtlety has never been my forte, and I figured that the best way to seduce my mother would be to go back to Headlights - alone - present myself, and let her take it from there.

As it happened, spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I decided that was when I'd make my move. Usually, I went to Padre Island with my friends to drink beer and chase girls, but I chose to stay home this time, and see how it went with my mom. My buddies thought I was crazy, but I figured that if I played my cards right, I'd be swimming in the best pussy in Houston, without all the time and expense of going to Padre.
The following Monday, I called my mom. She was pleasantly surprised when I told her I'd decided to spend the break at home.

It's too bad that Debbie's spring break is this week," Mom said, referring to my sister. "We could have taken a little trip somewhere. You'd think these schools would all take the same week off, but noooo."

The sexy trill of my mom's laughter raised goose bumps all over my body, that, and the knowledge that my stick-in-the-mud sister would off at school during the day, leaving Mom and I alone in the house. The very thought made my cock twitch.
I returned home the Friday afternoon before spring break with a huge load of laundry, and shaky nerves. I hadn't touched my dick since the night two weeks earlier when I had learned the truth about my mother's job, and I was supremely horny.

Mom looked positively radiant as she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to let my arousal show, but it was tough. We chatted, and, as always, she asked me about my love life. I told her that I had been lying low for awhile, but that I had my eye on someone, and that I was going to make a move real soon.

"Good, you need a girlfriend," Mom said. "You seem to behave better when you have a steady girl than when you don't."

"Oh Mom, you know my friends are just fun-lovin' guys," I said, in mock indignation. "We just like to have a few brews and look at pretty women."

Mom kind of looked at me funny, like she was going to ask me something, then thought better of it.
"Well, I guess I'd better get ready for work," she said with a sigh.

I stayed home alone that Friday night and did my laundry, although I did talk to a couple of friends on the phone. I was invited to a party for the next night, but begged off, saying I had a date.

I went out the next day, got my hair cut, and bought a new shirt. I had decided that I was going to dress to impress that night. I got back just about the time Mom got up after sleeping all day. I fixed her coffee, and helped her get going.

Later, as she got came down for dinner, before leaving for work, I had to whistle at her in admiration. She was dressed in a pair of tight leather pants, a tight tank-top and a light leather jacket that matched her pants. God, she looked sexy!
"So what are your plans for the night?" she asked me as we ate.

"I don't know, probably hit a couple of clubs," I said. "Nothing major."

My heart was in my throat as we chatted. With any luck, by this time the next day, I was hoping to have thoroughly fucked my mother's smoking-hot pussy, and I was unusually nervous. I sat across from her as we ate, and once I thought she gave me a disconcerting look, and another time we looked up at the same time and just sort of stared at each other for maybe a second or two.
Mom gave all of us a quick kiss as she left. My dad then retreated to his back room, where he keeps a fairly elaborate model train collection. I told you he is fascinated with engineering, and designing and maintaining a model railroad is one of the things he does for recreation.

Personally, I think it's nuts, but I would never tell him that. My dad and I are not close at all, but he's a nice guy who's always treated me decently, so I wouldn't do anything to hurt his feelings. Well, anything except fuck his wife, my mother, but those are two completely different issues.

After awhile, I began to get ready to go out. I showered, shaved, put on some enticing cologne and dressed. I'm usually of the casual school when I go out, preferring jeans, tennis shoes and non-dress shirts.
But for this night, I dressed up. I wore a pair of snug slacks, my best pair of loafers - with socks - my new shirt, a white collarless button-down, and a dress jacket. On the way out of the neighborhood, I stopped at an ATM and got some cash. I figured I'd need about $1,000 to do what I wanted that night.

One advantage of my dad's job is that he can afford to let me have a debit card. I learned the hard way as a freshman how easy it is to get carried away using a credit card, and I spent the whole summer working my ass off at a refinery just to make enough money to pay my dad back for what I'd spent during the school year.
So I'd been pretty careful with it this school year, but this was a special occasion. I arrived at Headlights about 10 p.m., and the place was packed. The same bouncer was there, and we spoke briefly as I went in.

At first, there was no place to sit by the stage, so I just stood in the bar and watched while I nursed a couple of beers. I'd been there about 20 minutes when "Dana" came out, and my heart skipped a beat. She did the same highly-charged, hugely erotic show she'd done on my previous visit, and I could feel my groin tingling.

I had greased the palm of the hostess to give me the first available seat by the stage, and after another 20 minutes or so, a seat came open. I was seated right in front where my mom couldn't miss me. I felt a huge sense of amusement at what would go through her head when she saw me there.
After two other girls had come out and done their shows, the emcee once again, introduced, "the ever-popular Dana!"

This time she came out in some kind of scarf get-up, with one tied tightly around her chest, and another, larger one wrapped around her waist as a kind of skirt. The music was slow and sultry, and she swayed sexily to the beat.

I sat back in my chair, took a big swig of my beer, and as she went to untie the scarf from around her tits, her gaze swept the room, and she saw me. Her eyes got wide as she saw me sitting there, and she even stopped for just a heartbeat, but she's a pro, and she quickly recovered her composure. She even made an elaborate show of twirling the scarf off her chest as she danced right in front of me, exposing her tits to my gaze.

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Our eyes locked in wordless communication, and as we stared at each other, a sly smile crept over her face, then she ran her tongue seductively over her lips before moving on.
But I wasn't through with her, not by a mile. As she made her way back in my direction, this time teasing the crowd by opening and closing the scarf around her waist, I waved a hundred-dollar bill in the air, and she squatted down right in front of me, whirled the scarf off her body and waved it over my head.
All she had on now were her fuck-me heels and her g-string, and as she stood up, I kind of stood up as well and slid the bill into the waistband. She winked at me and I sat back down, barely able to contain my erection.

However, she wasn't through with me either. Once she got the g-string off and was naked, she danced back over until she was right in front of me. She spread her legs and slowly worked her way into a squatting position, all the time swaying to the music, which was getting faster and more rhythmic.

There it was, the pussy I'd dreamed about, no more than a foot away from my nose. It was clean-shaven and very wet. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and touching it, but I knew better than to do that. I've seen how they do guys who get carried away and touch the dancers. They're always whisked out of the place in under 10 seconds.

"Like what you see?" she said in a throaty voice. I could only nod my head in rapture, and I threw another hundred on the stage. At that, she rolled onto her back, did a complete semi-back flip, and landed on her knees, her long hair moving in every direction, looking like she wanted to fuck every man in the room, and probably all of the women as well.

She quickly bounded up and did her gyrations, humping the pole and doing her spread-eagle routine as the music reached a crescendo. Finally, it was over, and I could feel sweat all over my body from watching my mother's show, knowing she was doing it for me.
I took a big sip of my beer, draining it in one big gulp. No more than a minute later, the waitress came over with a fresh beer. She whispered in my ear that I was to follow her toward the backstage area, that Dana wanted to see me.

Mom was sitting on a stool in the spacious dressing room, in front of a lighted mirror, guzzling a bottle of water. She was still naked and her chest was heaving from her exertions.

"Pull up a stool," she said breathlessly. I sat, still speechless.

"You were here a couple of weeks ago, weren't you," she said finally.

"Yeah, I was here," I said. "Bunch of us were bar-hopping. All the guys were real impressed."

"You didn't tell them anything, did you?" she said, looking over at me sharply in a little bit of panic.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "Not bloody likely."

Good. I thought I recognized you, but I wasn't sure it was you," Mom said. "I've been in a state of ... I don't know, anxiety? I've been a bundle of nerves the past couple of weeks, wondering if it was you, and if so, what you'd do, how you would react. My God, what you must think."

"M-uh, Diane, it's OK, you don't have to explain anything to me," I said. "It's your life, you can do what you want with it. Truth is, I've always thought you were the sexiest woman in the world. And you are very good at that (and I pointed with my thumb toward the stage)."
"I guess you know about the other thing, too, don't you," she said, with a slightly pained look on her face. "You've got to under..."

"D-Diane, you don't have to go into it now, maybe later," I said. It felt weird calling my mother by her name, but I didn't think she wanted any of the other girls, who were coming and going through the dressing room, to know what our relationship was.

"You know you look very, very nice," she said after a minute or so of silence, and now she had that look of incipent lust in her eyes. "I don't suppose I have to ask whether I'm that girl you were telling me about yesterday, the one you were going to make a move on soon."

I just nodded, and I swept my gaze leisurely up and down her hot, slender body, my desire plain to see.

"I have wanted you for a very long time," I said softly. "I just never thought I'd ever have a chance at it. I do have a chance, don't I?"
My mom looked at me with naked lust in her eyes, and in that moment, I knew I had her.

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Believe me, you are your father's son," she whispered as she brought her face close to mine and brushed a hand over the bulge in my pants.
"But I'm more my mother's child," I whispered back, then our lips met, and I got my first "real" kiss with my mother. At first, it was tentative, a sort of testing of the waters, but it quickly deepened into a full lip lock, and then our tongues clashed.

When we finally broke apart, we both actually shivered, that's how high our lust had risen. Without a word, Mom reached into her bag, pulled out a cell phone and punched in some numbers.

Grace?" she said when the other party answered. "Look, I hate to do this, but I need to cancel my appointments for tonight. Something's come up at home I need to take care of (and as she said that, she squeezed the large bulge in my slacks). Tell them I'll make it up to them next time, but this is really urgent. You can? Oh, thanks, you're a doll. Love ya. Bye."

I just grinned as she put away the phone.

"You didn't have any plans for later, did you?" she asked as she turned toward the mirror and began to get ready for her next set.
"Well, yeah, actually I did," I said, then I leaned in and whispered in her ear. It was time to be just a little bold. "I had planned to fuck my mother."

Then I stood up, so that my cock was right at eye level. Mom just stared at it, and as she did, it got quite hard, not as hard as it was going to get later, but it made for a very nice bulge in my pants. Mom licked her lips and ran a hand softly over my cock.

"You are a very naughty boy," she said. "You would think your mother would have taught you better."

We both laughed at that, then she stood up and we embraced. I kissed her with confidence now, holding her hot body close to mine and letting my cock dig into her abdomen.
"I get off at 1 o'clock," Mom said when we broke apart again. "Meet me around back, by the stage entrance, and we'll go somewhere, OK? And don't have too many of those (referring to the nearly-empty bottle of beer I had in my hand)."

Oh, I won't," I said. "See you later."

I left the dressing room and went back out to my seat, which the waitress had saved for me. I acted cool, but inside I wanted to jump up and down for joy, because I knew that before the night was over, I was going to get what I'd always wanted.

About 1 a.m., I made my way out of the club and walked around toward the back entrance. I stood there for about 10 minutes as several of the other dancers passed through the door, then my mom came out.
She had on the same tight leather pants and tank-top outfit, except that she clearly didn't have a bra on, the way she had when she'd left the house. Her little nipples poked invitingly into the thin material of the white shirt. She had put on a little makeup, and had brushed out her waist-length hair so that it shone in the light over the entrance.

We embraced, and our hands roamed all over each other as we kissed deeply.

"Let's go get some breakfast," Mom said when we broke apart. "All this work makes me hungry. And, besides, I think we need to talk."

We climbed into my little pickup truck, and we drove off, leaving her car in the parking lot. We were silent, lost in our own thoughts as we drove onto one of the loops that surround the city. We saw a Denny's off one exit that wasn't too crowded, so we went in.

You should have seen the looks my sexy mom got when we walked in the door. Our hands were clasped together, and heads swiveled as we were escorted to a booth. We ordered coffee and something light for breakfast.
When the waitress had gone, we looked across the table at each other.

I guess you have some questions about why I'm doing this, and how I got into it," Mom said finally. I just nodded and let her continue. She told me that she had been restless and bored at home, and that she was frustrated with her lack of a sex life.

One afternoon, she'd had lunch with a friend, and she was complaining about that, and the friend had told her about Tower Enterprises, which she had been using on a part-time basis. Mom had done the interview, they had taken her on, then they had sent her to Headlights with an A-1 recommendation.
"Did you try to tell Dad how you felt?" I asked.

God, did I," she said. "I spent 10, 12 years trying to get him to pay attention to my needs. Your father is a sweet man, he really is, and I do love him, but he doesn't have a clue. I tried romantic weekends, sexy outfits, marriage counseling, doctor's visits, the works. It all went in one ear and out the other. I'd finally get him alone, get him really interested, get him really hard, then I'd get him in me, he'd hump me about three minutes, shoot his cum, roll over and go to sleep. Every single time. Then it would be another three months before I could get him interested again. He's always working on some project for work, playing with his trains or he has his nose in some engineering journal. I finally just gave up. Now I get my physical needs met, and he doesn't seem to mind that I don't bug him for sex any more."

It seemed to make sense to me, at least from her point of view. I still have trouble, though, understanding how a man could be married to the sexiest woman in the whole state of Texas and not be interested in fucking her more than three times a year.

As we ate, I asked about how the operation worked, as much to allay my fears for her safety as anything else, and she explained the set-up. Finally, our plates were empty, and there wasn't much left to say. Mom took my hands and looked into my eyes.
"We're going to do this, aren't we," she said, and I just nodded. "You know, I've always wondered how your cock would feel in me. I've caught a few glimpses of it, and it is impressive."

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I've watched you too, seen you when you walked around in shorts and a tight t-shirt, in a bikini, or wrapped in a towel after showering," I said. "God, you don't know how long I've wanted you. Ever since I first understood what sex was all about. But, honestly, if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you into it. I'll keep your secret, and it won't change the way I feel about you. I love you, no matter what."

Mom just smiled her sexy smile, reached in her purse for some cash to pay the bill, took my hand and we headed for the door without a word.

We've come too far to back out now," she said softly when we got back in my truck. "Richie, I want you just as badly as you want me. Incest, the last taboo. You're sexy enough without that element added to it. The fact that you're my son just makes it all the more delicious. I'm gonna fuck you, big boy, like you've never been fucked before. Your mother is the best call girl in the city, and I'm going to show you why."

"Well, you'd better get ready, honey, because I've never left a woman any less than fully satisfied," I said. "Unlike Dad, I know how to take care of a sexy woman like you."
We kissed then, ravenously, wantonly. My cock was straining at my pants, struggling to get to the fount of its desire. My left hand slid up Mom's left leg, up to the tight crotch of her pants, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Mom's hand was massaging my cock through my pants, kneading the iron rod.

We were trembling with lust as we broke our embrace. There was a motel right across the street from the restaurant, a Comfort Inn, clean and inexpensive. I drove over there, sat for a second to let my hard-on diminish, then went inside to rent us a room. I used my Austin address so it wouldn't look too obvious, but the woman working behind the desk gave me a knowing smile as she handed me the key card and directed me to the room around back.

As soon as the door to the motel room closed, we were on each other, frantic to get it on. Our mouths met in a frenzy of hot lips and slashing tongues, and our hands were busy getting at each other's clothes.
I pulled Mom's shirt over her head, tossed it aside and feasted my eyes on her little titties, with the pink nipples stiff as little erasers. I ran my hands over her breasts, then bent to kiss, lick and suck each nipple, one after the other, while she was quickly working the buttons on my shirt open.

Mom moaned as I worked on her tits, while my hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. As I expected, there were no panties to get in the way of my fingers sliding down her smooth pubic mound to her dripping-wet cunt. I sawed two fingers between her juicy lips, then stuck my middle finger up her hot, horny hole.

Mom gasped in pleasure as my fingers worked in her pussy. All the while, she was unbuckling my belt and getting my pants open so she could get at my raging-hard cock. When she got my slacks off, my fat dong flipped through the hole in my boxer shorts, already leaking at the tip, and she softly caressed it, stroking it up and down lightly.

I pushed her pants off her hips and down her thighs, until she finally had to sit down on the bed so she could pull her boots off. Once she had them off, her pants quickly followed, and she lay back on her elbows naked, her chest heaving in desire.

She just stared at my long hard cock as it bobbed in front of me while I finished undressing. Her tongue was working over her lips in a hungry motion.

"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," Mom whispered, and she slid to her knees in front of me. My mother looked up at me with blazing eyes as she licked up the shaft, then opened her mouth wide and fit the head past her lips.
Mom slid about half of my length in her throat and sucked me briskly, but only for a few seconds.

Fuck this," she panted as she pulled her mouth off my cock. "We can play later. Right now, I gotta have this thing in my hot cunt where it belongs. C'mon, Richie, come on and fuck your mother!"

She stood up, walked to the head of the bed, pulled the covers down and pulled us down onto the bed together. We kissed wildly, our passion out of control. Mom rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and as she did, she pulled me onto my knees.
I opened my mother's cunt with two fingers, and she held my cock at the base, aiming the head at her burning-hot hole. Our gasps filled the room as I slid my cock up Mom's well-lubed cunt, and I quickly began to fuck my mother.
absolutely cannot describe the feelng as my cock invaded my mom's velvety depths. For a woman of 38, who has had two chidren and who is a professional sex provider, her cunt was tight and muscular. I mean, I've fucked virgins who weren't as tight as my mother. Her sugar walls squeezed and caressed my cock almost like a third hand. And her hips and pelvis were moving in a hard, jerky rhythm.

Mom was a live wire under me as I began to give her every inch of my cock, hard and fast. There was no holding back, no savoring the moment of our first fuck. This was just raw, animal passion running wild. We'd savor the moment some other time. I was on my knees, holding her around the waist as I worked my throbbing cock back and forth in her cunt, and she was working me just as hard.


She was keening, moaning, squealing, and her body was undulating in runaway passion. Even as I got fully up to speed, Mom's eyes rolled back in her head, her body jerked hard, then shuddered as a full-body orgasm ripped through her. She thrashed and twitched as the climax crested over her

Her legs were wrapped tightly around the small of my back and her hands were gripping me around my shoulders as we worked like a machine. I had always dreamed about how good my mother's cunt would feel if I ever got a chance to fuck her, but nothing in my dreams could have prepared me for the tight, clenching hole between her legs, and the way her body enveloped me.
Unnnnnnh, come onnnnn, baybeeee!," Mom wailed. "Come on, Richie, fuck Mama. Be a dirty motherfucker and give me all of that big beautiful cock. Awwwww yeaaaaaaahhhhh!"

I was trying to hold back the tidal wave of cum that was battering at my resistance. But that's when Mom really showed me what she could do. She pulled me down on top of her, our sweaty bodies rubbing together, sending sparks of sensation crackling between us. She lifted her legs high over her head and locked her ankles behind my neck.
In that position, I had her bent nearly in half, and I could really pound her pussy, which I did. I fucked my mother like a runaway locomotive, and her keening moans got louder and higher in pitch as another orgasm raced to a head.

Just about the time I thought her body was going rip my dick off at the root, Mom went into convulsions, and she started in crying, gasping, and moaning. Her cunt went into spastic palpitations, and that was all she wrote for my control.

With a loud grunt, I felt something that resembled barbed wire rip through my cock and out the tip, and I spewed one of the hardest, most intense cumshots I've ever experienced deep into my mother's womb. Our bodies twitched and jerked, and our mouths worked at each other frantically as our mutual climax inundated us.
I didn't know exactly how Mom was feeling at that moment, but I was in the grips of a fuck frenzy like I'd never experienced before. I just kept humping my cock deep in my mother's clenching cunt, firing off microbursts of cum, long after the initial explosion had passed.

Actually, I did kind of know how my mom was feeling, because I suddenly realized that her fingernails were digging deep into my back, from the intensity of her orgasm.

I was so overwhelmed by lust, that as my cock began to falter, I pulled it out with a loud sucking sound, slid down the bed, spread Mom's legs and buried my face in her overflowing pussy. I sucked up as much of my free-flowing cum as I could, until she was relatively clean, then lapped feverishly at her red, swollen pussy and nibbled at her bloated clit.

Mom jerked in a small series of aftershocks, giving out little squeals of lust, until she finally had to pull me away from her crotch, to give her over-sensitive genitals a break. I crawled up the bed, into my mother's waiting arms and we kissed again, still ravenously, but a little more luxuriantly, and she savored the taste of our forbidden lust on my mouth.

Finally, I exhaled deeply and I felt my body relax as we held each other tight, still stunned by the ferocity of what we'd just shared.

"Holy fuck!" Mom exclaimed after catching her breath. "I'd like to know what the hell those girls were thinking that let you get away. My God, what a fuck!"
"Jesus, Mom!" I answered. "No wonder there's a waiting list of customers to fuck you. That's... God, you're the best."

Mom's long hair was stuck to her sweat-covered body in a thousand strands, and I brushed it away from her face. Her hand reached down and covered my deflated cock, and she softly stroked the red, wet member.

"My beautiful boy," she whispered, almost reverently.

"Mom, I meant what I said earlier," I said. "I love you, no matter what."

"I love you too, sweetheart," she said, and we lay together just soaking up the afterglow. I've fucked a lot of women, including a few who were older, and I can honestly say that the first time with my Mom was by far the best fuck I'd ever experienced.
As Mom stroked my cock, I slid my hand up and down her back, cupping and caressing her taut butt, and sliding my fingers between her legs.


It didn't take long for my cock to start stirring again, and we looked up at the same time and had the same thought. Our mouths met and we kissed, deeply, like two lovers who had just plumbed the depths of shared lust.

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She began to kiss and lick her way down my chin to my neck and then to my chest. Her long, tapered fingers circled my rock-hard nipples, then followed them up with her long tongue.
I shivered with lust as Mom licked and nibbled on my pebble-like tips, first one, then the other. All the while she was slowly, rhythmically stroking my cock back up to maximum hardness.
"Doesn't take you long to reload this thing, does it," Mom purred.
"With someone as sexy as you, I could probably get it up half-a-dozen more times tonight," I said, only half-exaggerating.
"I'll settle for one more really good one," Mom said, as she resumed working my chest with her lips.

We seemed to be communicating on a wordless plane, because just about the time I thought about how nice Mom's tits would taste, she turned her body so that her little orbs were hovering over my lips.

I pulled her chest down and captured one of her stiff pink nipples between my lips and licked, then nibbled at the sensitive flesh. Her skin had a slightly salty taste to it, and that seemed to turn me on even more.

Like two snakes, our bodies slithered together as we each tongued and kissed our way to where we really wanted to be. I licked the sweat out of my mom's navel as I traveled down her abdomen to her pubic mound and found that to be a turn-on, as well.
All the time, I could feel the flicker of Mom's hot tongue leaving snail trails down my stomach, until at last I felt her lips caressing the shaft of my cock.

At that moment, she swung her left leg around so that she was straddling me, and I looked up to the delightful sight of Mom's smooth-shaven, dripping-wet pussy. I reached up with both hands and parted her lips, then lifted my head and slashed my tongue from her clit through her wet furrow and into her spicy hole.

I bored my tongue in, but had to stop suddenly to take in the feeling of Mom's tongue licking up and down my shaft, followed closely by her lips. She sawed my cock between her lips, humming and cooing as she gave me the full benefit of her considerable experience.
Again, no words were needed, we just both knew instinctively what the other wanted. I reached around her hips, to her butt, pulled her down onto my lips and tongue, and began to lick, suck and nibble on her steaming flesh with real purpose.

Simultaneously, I felt Mom's warm mouth envelop my cock. She sucked the head and half my length in her mouth in one slow motion, and we both groaned in acute arousal from the work our mouths were doing on each other.

I licked up and down her cunt, then pulled her hips down even further, spread her butt cheeks and slashed my tongue over her asshole. I licked it fervently, then began to stab at the pink eye with the tip of my tongue.

Mom's head shot up as I did that, and she growled in appreciation.
"You like that, huh?" I said with a slightly sinister tone in my voice. "I gather, then, that you take it up the ass?"

I'll do whatever you want," Mom purred. "I'll suck your cock, let you fuck my pussy, open my ass for you, and if I had any titties, I'd let you fuck them. You can do anything you want with me. Well, almost anything. I'm not into any kind of rough stuff. But other than that, I'm yours to do with as you please."

"We've got all next week to do anything and everything, Mom," I said. "But right now, I want to lick some more on that prime pussy, then I want to stick my dick in it, and this time I want to take some time to really enjoy it."
"Ah, my sexy son. Whatever you want," Mom said as we resumed our oral ministrations on each other.

Mom worked her lips over my shaft for several delicious sucks, then she pulled her mouth almost all the way off and used her tongue to circle the super-sensitive flesh under the crown of my cock. And I did pretty much the same to her, circling her clit with my tongue.

We both gasped and groaned at the sparks of pleasure that were exploding through our bodies. It was like we were sending each other wireless messages through our mouths.
And as I brought my whole mouth to bear on my mother's hot pink pussy and began to eat her with relish, Mom buried my cock in her mouth, smoothly sucking every bit of it into her throat in one long, howling plunge.

Now I was really impressed. My cock is probably 8 1/2, maybe even 9 inches long, and at least a couple of inches in diameter. No woman had ever before taken it all in her mouth, and that includes some pretty impressive cocksuckers. Moreover, my mom has a fairly small mouth, but she does have a long, regal neck, and she sucked that thing to the root without any problem whatsoever.

Well, I decided, if she could take it all, then I'd give it all to her. So I humped upward with my hips, continually driving my cock deep into her throat, and Mom, bless her, ground her crotch ever harder over my mouth in response.

She humped my whole face as she writhed in her mounting orgasm, her dripping pussy covering my mouth, her wet asshole stroking my nose. We were beginning to hurdle toward a slippery slope that led to a climax, and I would have been perfectly content to blow my load down my mother's throat, but she had other ideas.

"God DAMN, you are good," she panted, as she pulled her mouth off my cock and her pussy off my face. "You just lay right there and let Mama do the work."
Mom moved down the bed and squatted over my cock. She held it up at the base and sank down until the head was positioned right at her fiery red opening. She teased me with it a few seconds, rubbing the head between her lips and over her clit, before fitting the head into her slot and impaling herself on my length.

We both howled in ecstasy as her hot cunt slid down my shaft. Mom looked over her shoulder, swishing her long hair around as she did, and our eyes locked. A lascivious grin creased her face, and I grinned back.

Then she turned back around and began to ride my cock in a slow, steady rhythm. Our first fuck had been two people who were unable to hold back the floodgates of lust, but this was where we really learned what each other wanted in a lover.
We were quickly in a nice, easy rhythm, Mom undulating up and down on my cock and me rolling my hips up and down in time with her. And our moans and gasps filled the room as we worked.

I happened to look up, past where Mom was riding me, and saw her reflection in the mirror across from the bed. It was a look that will be burned in my memory forever.

There was my beautiful mother, her skin shining with the sweat of her exertions, her eyes closed in rapture and her mouth open in esctasy. Her long hair was swaying to the beat of her insane lust as she rocked up and down.
I reached up and took my mom's sweaty hips and began to exert a little more force, a little more control. I could feel a cum load of gargantuan proportions gathering strength in my scrotum, and I could sense that Mom was beginning to reach a peak in her climax. Her mewling sounds were a little more shrill, her motions a little jerkier.

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It was time for me to bring this fuck to a shattering climax. I pulled Mom off my cock, and she cried out sharply at the sudden withdrawl of the cock that had been giving her such pleasure. But only for a moment.
I slid out from under her body and pushed her on her knees. Mom quickly got the hint, and leaned forward onto her hands, thrusting her butt up in the air, so that her gaping cunt was open and ready. She reached under her body with one hand and parted her cunt lips.
"C-c-come on, Richie, baby," Mom stammered, her lust all but choking her. "Fuck Mama like a good boy, fuck her goooooood."
I took my dripping cock by the base, and aimed it at the target she was offering so enticingly. I put the head to her hole, then rammed it home with every bit of power I could muster.

Ooooooomph!" Mom exclaimed as the air rushed from her lungs from the sudden brute force of my attack.

"Yeeeeeesssssssssss! " she howled as I quickly began to pound her pussy with long, powerful strokes. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme, fuuuuuccck meeeeeee!"

Mom was in another world now, and so was I. She squealed in pleasure, and her body shook and trembled as a mammoth orgasm ripped through her body. But I was still in supreme command, holding back the rush of cum that was waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment.
"Oh yeah, you are one hot, horny bitch, aren't you," I growled as I pumped my cock relentlessly in her spastic pussy. "You love your son's big fat cock in your tight pussy, don't you ... Mother."

God, yes, yes, yes," Mom wailed as she slammed her hips back to keep as much of my churning dick as possible in her twitching hole. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me like a cheap whore, fuckmefuckmefuckme! Be a motherfucker and FUCK ME! Fill me up with that hot stuff! Come on, you son of a bitch, shoot that cum in my cunt!"

And I was ready. With a gasping cry, I pumped deep once, twice, three times, then let it go.
"AHHHHH GOD D-D-DAAAA-YUM!" I cried as jets of cum exploded deep in Mom's clenching cunt. I had thought the first cum that night was intense, but this one was absolutely unbelievable.

I shot geysers of steaming hot cum deep in my mother's body, and she shuddered and jerked from another intense orgasm of her own. It was almost like we were holding onto a live wire, and we couldn't break the connection. I kept humping and kept shooting spurts of cum, like I was never going to stop.

But, finally, my balls were empty and I felt almost faint from the power of my climax. For her part, Mom had buried her face in the bed to keep from screaming out so loudly that we'd wake up half of Harris County.

In fact, Mom's orgasm was so intense that when we finally slumped to the bed, she rolled over into my arms and started crying like a baby.
"Mom, what's the matter?" I asked softly, genuinely puzzled at this reaction, especially coming from someone as upbeat and confident as my mom.

Mom looked up at me with a smile on her face, her eyes glistening. I realized then that she was crying tears of joy and ecstasy.

"I've been looking for a man like you my whole adult life," she said in a voice thick with emotion. "I need a man who will love me and satisfy me, and I've never had one. I have a husband who loves me, but doesn't satisfy me, and I have men who satisfy me, but don't love me. Well, by God, I've finally found a man who does both, and I'm not going to let him go. Richie, you've made me very, very happy."

"Don't worry, Mom," I said. "I'll always make you happy. I'll always love you."
"I know, and I love you too, baby," Mom said as she laid her head on my shoulder.

We were about to fall asleep, and I realized that wasn't a good idea. So we roused ourselves and took a long, leisurely shower. We spent a lot of time soaping each other, cleansing ourselves of the funk we'd raised on each other's body, and we spent a lot of time under the steaming cascade kissing and touching each other.

Then we dressed, checked out of the motel, and I drove her back to the club to retrieve her car. Afterward, as I drove home alone, I couldn't erase the shit-eating smile that covered my face.
The week that followed was without a doubt the best week of my life. My mother and I fucked in every room of the house, in every which way. I have discovered that Mom is utterly uninhibited when it comes to sex. She loves to fuck, and she is open to anything and - almost - everything.
About the first thing I did was on Monday morning, in my parents' bed. I got Mom onto her knees, got her butt lubed real good, pushed my dick past her sphincter and fucked her ass until I filled her bowels with hot cream.

Another morning, I woke up to the sound of dance music. I found my mom in the den, doing her daily exercises, naked. I should say that as a dancer, she needs to stay in shape, and her workout routine is a supreme combination of athleticism and eroticism.

As she worked out, she had me sit in front of her, naked, of course, and we watched each other masturbate, until I was ready to cum, then I shot off all over her face.
By the end of the week, we were already talking about how our lives had changed, and the direction we wanted our lives to take. Mom's talking about wanting to give up whoring, and devote herself to me, and I really would like to see her give up that aspect of her secret life.

I know she's made commitments to Tower Enterprises, and I know she enjoys the variety of men she sees. But it is a risky business, especially if the security officer find out what's going on. Plus, as far as I'm concerned, she's my woman now, and I can't help feeling a little jealous at the thought of her with other men.
That's something new for me, and it reflects the way I feel about her. I'm even talking about transferring to U. of H., or maybe Rice, so I can stay there in Houston, closer to the object of my lust.

I don't know where our relationship is headed, and, truthfully, it could lead to complete disaster, especially if my dad or my sister ever find out what we've been up to.

But I've always believed in grabbing life by the horns, and I don't regret for a minute going after my mother's pussy, once I found out what she was really like.

My mom is the best woman I've ever had, the only woman I've ever truly loved, and I'm going to continue fucking her as long as she'll have me, consequences be damned.
Yes, my mother is a stripper and a whore, but she's my stripper and she's my whore, and I'll love her forever, no matter what.