Incest COMING HOME

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COMING HOME

Coming Home

Chapter 1

As I sit here looking out at a rainy day, I think back to all that has happened in the last few years, and in spite of the gloom I have to smile. I have been on a journey that most men never have the opportunity to take. It has been a relatively short but wonderful ride. There is nothing that I regret, not one single thing. Let me explain.

My name is Thomas Jason Cleaver and I am a 25 year old man, still living at home with my mother. I suppose today, kids living with their parents in order to make ends meet, is not a rare occurrence. My case, however, is quite a bit different in that I have an intimate relationship with my mother. We are in love and not the mother/son kind of love... we passed that vanilla form of relationship years ago. We are a couple, and to the outside world our relationship may represent a May/December romance. For the most part we don't really care what the world thinks of us. Still discretion is important, as normal society would never accept who we are. Let me to go back to when I was nineteen to explain how this all happened.

First let me say that my mother, Dawn, is a gorgeous lady, just turning 40, with a womanly maturity that rejects the effects of time. She stands about 5' 8" tall and has strawberry blond hair with crystal blue eyes and weighs about than 140 pounds. She has a perfectly sculptured body that even today, or maybe especially today, will causes men to stare. Her breasts are a bit larger than most women of her size, with a bit of a sexy droop but no sag. She has large nipples and areoles that seem to grow even larger when she is sexually excited. Her skin is creamy white and as smooth as silk.

As for me, I am about 6' tall and weigh in at 180 pounds. I have blond hair, and my mother's blue eyes. Most would say that I would be a catch for any young woman. Yet, when I was 18, no one would have said that about me. I was all of 150 pounds, which is skinny by anyone's standard. I was too skinny to play contact sports in high college, so I ran cross country and was on the track team. To say I was gangly would have been an understatement. I was also not very popular with girls in college, being self-conscious about my weight. To tell the truth I was not all that concerned with girls my age anyway because I had my mother. She was, and still is, the only one woman I was ever interested in.

My mother and I have always been close. She was very young when I was born and as a result was forced by her now deceased parents to marry the father. Her parents had ostracized their daughter after the birth and cut off all communication. My father, who Mom said I was named after, at his insistence, was a loser. He was older and took advantage of my mom. The marriage, which was doomed from the start, lasted but one year. He took off for parts unknown and has never been back, which is fine by me.

Still, it was difficult for Mom to raise me on her own, especially with her parents doing nothing to help. She worked hard and got a college degree at night and became a real estate agent... and a good one... working for a nationally known real estate firm. While not making us rich, the job provided us with most of the comforts of life.

Mom dated some over the years, but she never remarried. She always said I was the only man she wanted in her life. As a result we became very close. Early on, some of the kids teased that I was a "Mommy's boy." Truthfully, while at one point I questioned the label, I never resented it. Most of the time I was proud to be a "Momma's boy."

However, like most boys I did have my rebellious stage. After graduating high college, instead of going to college, I did much of nothing, working in fast food places, gas stations, and for a yard maintenance company. I earned little money and learned nothing of value. I was a bit past nineteen when I saw an ad for the military and stopped by the recruiting station. I told my mother that I was thinking about joining the military. While she was always supportive of me, she was not pleased with my revelation. She had accepted that I would go away to college one day, but never the long term separation that comes with military service. We didn't fight about it, but she let me know that she wasn't pleased.

Joining the military was not a decision I took lightly, and it was a very difficult one. However, in retrospect I think it was the best thing that could have happened to me. There were several reasons for me to consider the military in the first place. At the time the reasons seemed logical. First, in my rebellious stage I wanted to cast off the image that I could not make it on my own. I wanted to become my own man... to become a man. That was important to me, but yet deep inside there was another more important reason... I loved my mother, and not like a normal son loves his mother. I thought that getting away from her would help me separate myself from these feelings. I was, of course, wrong about that, realizing quickly that separation only makes the heart grow fonder.

I had always thought my mother was beautiful, but as I turned of age, I found that I was looking at my mother differently... not as a mother, but as a woman. I would see her around the house dressed in short summer dresses or shorts, or even her favorite fluffy bathrobe, with no makeup, and wonder what she looked like naked. Eventually, I have to admit that I took to spying on her.

You see, my mother had a thing about closed or locked doors, at least inside the house. She said it was a feeling that a closed door closed off communication. She would always leave every door opened just a crack, including the bedroom and bathrooms. I accepted it and would mostly comply with that rule myself unless I was doing something very personal... if you know what I mean. My mom must have known what I was doing as she would always leave me alone at those times.

Her policy of leaving doors open gave me ample opportunity, and maybe the incentive, to indulge in my spying activities. It gave me plenty of ammunition for my frequent masturbatory fantasies as well. I would watch her dressing, slipping on her bra and panties, or fresh out of the shower before she put on her robe. I learned much later that she knew that I was spying and was embarrassed that it had excited her.

My mother and I had always been affectionate and never parted without an innocent kiss on the lips. Sometimes, on special occasions, like her closing on a big home sale, or a birthday, there would be a hug and a kiss that lasted longer than a quick peck. At those times my mother would push me away as soon as she felt the almost inevitable hardening in my pants. Her face would flush but I saw her glance down on more than one occasion. My face would flush as well.

There were special evenings when we would sit on the sofa together watching TV, her wearing her favorite old shirt of mine, and me in my shorts and tee shirt. She seemed to be quite careless about letting the shirt fall open and I could see the creamy swells of her braless breasts. I would sometimes pull her over until she was sitting on my lap, which she strangely allowed. Inevitably I would get excited. Sometimes she would remain there even after I had become erect. She would nuzzle her face into my neck and after a while I would wonder if she had fallen asleep.

The feeling of her warm body pressed to me and the smell of her freshly washed hair would conspire to cause my cock to throb in my shorts. I wasn't sure if she realized that at those special times I would sometimes climax from no more than the feeling of her soft ass on my cock. What wonderful memories those times were for me, and as I learned later, for her as well.

It wasn't until I had enlisted in the military, and was due to leave the next day for boot camp, that I realized how my mother really felt. I was in bed with just my night table light on, lying naked under the sheets, indulging in my favorite activity when my mother, knocked on my closed door, and came into the room. I was embarrassed; as it was pretty obvious from the tent in the sheet that I had an erection as well as what I had been doing. Mom didn't seem to notice as she walked in wearing one of my long sleeve button down shirts and a pair of tiny panties. She sat on the side of the bed. Her eyes were red from crying but she smiled at me.

"I hope you don't mind that I took one of your shirts... it just makes me feel closer to you."

"Of course not," I replied as my face flushed.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispered as she leaned over and placed her cheek on my bare chest.

I could feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. Even that turned me on and made my still hard cock throb. I had tears in my eyes as well and couldn't answer her. In spite of my emotions my erection did not diminish, but in fact continued to throb under the sheet. I wondered if my mother could see it. A moment or two later I knew that she could.

The room grew very quiet and I swear I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. I felt her hand on my bare stomach and I suppressed a gasp. She gently circled her hand, her fingers playing idly in the hair that trailed under the sheet. I held my breath as her circling hand moved lower and lower until it had slipped under the sheet. I was frozen with excitement and, yes, fear. When he hand started to very slowly move, I wondered if it was just my imagination. I knew that she could see me my cock throbbing under the sheet now and there was a wet spot from my pre-cum.

My head was spinning with excitement and embarrassment as I felt her almost scorching had move another inch lower. At any moment she would be able to feel the wetness created by my dripping cock in my pubic hair. I gasped when she moved that inch and I felt her fingers playing in my pre-cum fluid. I let a little moan slip from my lips and I thought I heard her moan as well.

I lay frozen, wondering if I was asleep and it was a wonderful dream. Whether it was or not, I was afraid to move in fear that I would spoil the moment. I was terrified that she would touch me, but even more terrified that she would not. A second later I felt her hand wrap around my throbbing cock. I swear I almost climaxed.

I moaned loudly this time. It was the softest and most sensual touch I had ever felt. Her warm hand gently caressed my cock, slowly circling the head and allowing my dripping fluid to lubricate her palm. It felt as though the head of my cock was encased in a warm velvet glove. She turned her hand this way and that, gently and lightly stimulating the head. My heart was pounding in my chest and all my senses were heightened. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and the rapid beat of her heart though my shirt and hers.

When she began to gently stroke my cock I didn't think I could hold back. But I didn't want it to end either. I didn't want to shoot off like some inexperienced adolescent and ruin this moment. Yet I was inexperienced. Well except for a couple of amazing times that Becky Henderson had jerked me off while sitting on her parent's sofa watching TV. But I was no ladies' man in high college and therefore no real sexual experience. I was, in fact, a virgin.

My mother seemed to sense my excitement and slowed her movement until it was but a gentle squeezing. When the crisis had passed she began again. Her fist came back to the head to coat her palm with my now copious fluids. She twisted her hand around the head until it felt like it would explode. Then she moved back to the shaft again. I am not sure how long this lasted but to my foggy mind it seemed like an eternity of sensual torture. I never wanted it to end, but I was also desperate to climax. I tried desperately to keep my hips from moving, afraid that the added friction would cause me to climax too soon.

Still my mother somehow knew when I could take no more and she would back off. Time and again she did this until I thought I would go mad with desire. Finally, mercifully, she began to stroke me. I could not see her hand on my cock as my view was blocked by her head. I could, however, hear the sound her hand made moving on my now slick cock. She moved faster and faster until it was a sticky and sloppy slapping sound, which I had heard many times when I had done it on my own.

"Oh God," I groaned as my balls pulled tight. I lifted my hips upward as I felt the throbs of orgasm begin. "Ahhhhhheeee," I screamed as my cock pulsed and began to blast my cum up the shaft and then splat on my belly. I did it again and again. She continued to stroke me as my cock spit blast after blast of sperm from my swollen balls. To this day I don't think any climax I had ever experienced had lasted so long or felt so sweet.

My mother continued to stroke me, timing her squeezes with the throbs of my cock, until I was drained. Now I lay exhausted, trying to catch my breath. I was almost afraid to open my eyes, fearing that it might have actually been a wet dream. It was impossible to imagine that my mother had actually jerked me off... had made me climax. I was still in denial when I felt her move away from me. Then she stood and hurried out of my room without a word.

The room was spinning. Had my mother really jerked me off? It had to be a dream I thought. I lifted the sheet to my cum splattered all over my lower stomach and pubic hair. There was even some hanging from the sheet. I fell back on the bed still wondering if it had really happened.

After a few long minutes I slipped out of bed. When I entered the hallway I saw that my mother's door was closed. It might have been the only time in my life that I had seen her door closed. I quietly tiptoed down the hall and pressed my ear to the door. I thought I could hear whimpers coming from inside. I didn't know if she was crying or playing with herself. I wanted desperately to open the door... to run to my mother and hold her in my arms... to thank her for the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Yet I couldn't do it. I couldn't invade her privacy. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass her or worse, make her angry.

Instead I went to the bathroom, masturbated again, and then changed my sheets before going back to bed.
















Chapter 2

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The following morning I got up and quietly gather my personal belongings. My mother was going to take me to the recruiting station. I came downstairs and found her in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She was dressed in a terrycloth robe that came down to the middle of her thighs. I went over to her and hugged her from behind, intentionally not pressing my crotch to her ass. She felt so soft and warm. I could smell her sweet shampoo in her hair and knew that she had showered. I started to get an erection but knew that it would not have been good for me to get an erection at this time. She touched my arm and leaned back into me. In spite of everything I got hard. I sighed and pulled away.
I went to the table and sat down, unsure of what to do or say. I couldn't look at her as she walked over and placed two plates of food on the table. We ate with an uncomfortable silence. At this point I was feeling that I had made the biggest mistake of my life by joining the military. My stomach was churning from both regret and the fear of the unknown. But there was nothing I could do to change what I had done.
Finally I said plaintively, "I will be home in a couple of months".
She looked at me and tried to smile. I saw a tear in her eye. She sighed and put her napkin on the table. After a moment she said, "Thomas, I know you have to do what you have to do. I know a mother never wants to let her child go. I am no different and that is selfish."
I started to speak but she silenced me with the raise of her hand.
"I also know you need this. You need to see the world and become your own man. But I am scared. I just want you to be safe. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."
I suddenly realized how this was going to impact her. She would now be alone. What would she do without me? I wondered. What would I do without her? There was so much I wanted to say but could only say, "I will be safe, I promise. I have applied for an advanced logistic training college. The recruiter said that as long as I pass the tests I will get what I want." It was a weak attempt at trying to calm her fears... and mine.
"That's good," she said, unconvincingly. "You had better get your things so I can take you to the recruiting station."
I couldn't tell if she was angry or sad; probably both.
I got up as my mother stood. She picked up some dishes and placed them in the sink. I hurried over to her and hugged her from behind again. This time she twisted in my arms to face me. When I pulled back and looked at her there were tears in her eyes. I fought back my own.
Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I found my lips moving closer and closer to hers. A moment later I moaned deep in my throat as my lips touched hers. This was not a kiss like any other kiss a mother and son would share. My lips pressed into hers and suddenly she moaned and her mouth opened. Now our tongues were touching and I was getting hard again. I didn't try to hide it this time. My mother didn't seem to notice. I grew bold and reached down and placed my hands under the back of her robe and onto her panty covered ass and pulled her to me. She didn't pull my hands away, but moaned instead.
The kiss lasted for several minutes and my head had begun to spin. When I pulled away there was a tent in my jeans. I saw her look down and then she looked up at me and smiled through her tears. My heart melted and I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Then her hand covered the bulge in my pants and we were kissing again.
I had to stop her or risk climaxing in my pants. I pulled away with great reluctance. Then my mother turned away as if she had suddenly turned shy. But I was pretty sure that she didn't want me to see her tears. I snuggled up behind her and pulled her tightly to me. This time I boldly reached around and caressed her breasts, but over her robe. They were soft and supple and I heard her moan quietly. I moaned too as I kissed her neck. She twisted her head out of the way and placed her hands over mine. Then she actually pulled my hands until they were inside her robe.
My knees almost buckled as I felt her soft bare flesh in my hands. It felt like her hard nipples were on fire. I lifted and squeezed her tits and felt the weight and warm softness of them. I moaned and she joined me.
My heart was beating out of my chest but somehow I found my voice and whispered, "I will be home soon." Then I added, "I love you," as I continued to massage her soft breasts.
I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to take these liberties.
"I love you too, Thomas, and I am so proud of you," she said.
The thought of going AWOL went through my mind and I had not even officially joined the military yet. I suddenly felt this incredible sense of loss.
"We have to go," she said sounding as reluctant as I was to leave.
I pulled my hands from inside her robe and turned her so we could kiss again. When she felt my erection pushing against her stomach she said, "Down boy, or we will be late."
I didn't know what that meant or what we would have done if I didn't have to leave. She drove me to the recruitment station and stopped at the curb. We sat silently for a couple of minutes. I turned and saw her wiping her tears with a tissue. I sighed and leaned over and kissed her. We were on a public street so it had to be quick. Then I stepped out onto the street and waved as she drove away. I fought back my own tears.
***
Basic training was a bitch... to say the least. But it had a profound affect on me. Not only did I filled out and gain twenty pounds of muscles, but I had learned discipline and a new level of maturity. My attitude about life and myself had changed... I was rapidly becoming a man. I took all the tests and received orders that I had been accepted into "Logistics" college. Logistics' in the military is the movement of men, supplies, and equipment from one place to another. It is critical that men, supplies, and their equipment ended up in the same place at the same time. It wasn't a dangerous job, per se, but if I was assigned to a hostile area there was always danger, no matter what one was doing.

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By the time basic training ended I was incredibly excited about coming home. Mom and I had written to each other almost every day. Often I had to do it secretly in the dark after lights out. In the military they do not allow one to spend time on the computer so it was necessary to communicate the old fashion way... pen and paper. While it was difficult putting my thoughts and feelings down on paper, it was also kind of refreshing. If anything, my mom and I became closer with each passing day. Many times it is more difficult to say things in person then on paper. Still I wrote many a letter that ended up in the garbage. It seemed that my emotions just poured out. I edited the letters in order not to let my mother see how desperately in love I was with her. I found out later that she had done the same and felt the same.
***
It was a gloomy day when I came out of the terminal. I looked up and down to find my mother. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her. I waved. If anything she had gotten even more gorgeous then she had been when I left. As we approached each other she looked at me funny and turned away as if she thought I was waving to someone else. I hurried over to her, took off my hat and said, "Mom."
She looked at me and suddenly gasped. "Oh my God, oh my God, I didn't recognize you." Then she jumped into my open arms.
As we hugged I spun her around in a circle. She seemed much lighter then when I had left, but I realized that I was so much stronger. I had gained thirty pounds of muscle. My blond hair was very short, but my eyes were still as blue as ever.
"I didn't recognize you. I can't believe it's you," she said staring at me with wide eyes. "You're... so... uh... well you were always handsome, but now, my God, you are gorgeous," she gushed.
"Mom, you are embarrassing me," I said with a smile when I saw people staring.
"Well look at you. Look at this gorgeous uniform. Look at your hair," she said as she rubbed the sparse hair on my head.
"They scalped me, but it has grown back a bit," I returned.
"It looks good and so do you. You... you are so... so much... bigger," she said as she pushed me back to look at me. Then she hugged me to her tightly again. "I'm so glad you are home. I missed you so much."
I looked around and realized that we were kind of making a spectacle of ourselves. I wondered if the people looking at us thought we were mother and son or boyfriend and girlfriend. Mom seemed to look even younger then when I had left and I looked older, so I think they were thinking the latter. I was happy to have them think that way.
I threw my duffle bag into the backseat and hopped into the driver's side. As we headed home mom turned in her seat toward me. I saw her short dress hike up on her thighs. She did not pull it down. "It is so good to have you home... if only for a couple weeks," she said.
"The good news is that my logistic training is going to be over at Fort Houston. It is only a couple hours away."
"I suppose that's okay, but I would rather have you here," she said with a little frown. But then she quickly smiled. "I don't want to think about that now."
"I know. I would rather be here too," I said.
"We will work it out," she said and placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed.
I felt my cock start to harden. I chastised myself for thinking sexual thoughts about my mother. There had obviously been no real sex since I had left, with my hand being my only partner. And I had done that plenty of times thinking of her. Just her hand on my thigh kept me hard. I tried to force myself to focus on driving and not her warm hand. I was not successful and stayed hard the entire time.
When we got home it was late. I stowed my gear and then took a shower. Mom was in the living room when I came down. I had on a bathrobe with nothing else under it. I knew it was bold but I was a horny teenager. Mom had two glasses of wine waiting.
"Wine? I'm not twenty-one yet," I said with a smile. I sat close to her.
"I am sure you have had your share of alcohol. A little more won't hurt you," she responded.
My knowledge of alcohol was limited to a few times at parties in high college. I had not drunk much since I left for training as we only gotten one weekend off. I smiled and we toasted and drank our wine quietly.
"I missed you so much," Mom said placing her hand on my robe covered thigh. My cock got hard.
"Me too," I answered. We talked for a while and both had several glasses of wine.
"I suppose you are tired," she said. "You can get to bed."
I think she saw the disappointment on my face.
She said, "I will take a shower and stop in to say goodnight."
With that she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I moaned as our tongues met. Her mouth tasted so sweet... a combination of her and the wine. I felt my cock growing hard again.
When my mother pulled away she allowed her hand to accidentally brush my crotch. I closed my eyes and suppressed another moan. When I stood up I swayed a bit. I heard my mother giggle.
"We may have had one too many glasses of wine," she said.
I staggered slightly going up the stairs. When I got to my room, I took off my robe and slipped under the sheet naked. I must have dozed off because I awoke to find my mother sitting on the bed staring at me. My eyes opened wide when I saw that she was wearing a silky see thru top and a tiny pair of panties.
"You have really changed," she said, her gaze running down my strong bare chest. "So many muscles," she added as she reached over and ran her hand across my taught chest muscles. Then she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. My cock, which had grown soft after I dozed off, sprang to attention. I was more than a little surprised, and incredibly excited, when I felt her hand began to travel down my body.
A moan escaped my lips when her hand slid slowly under the sheet, pushing the sheet downward with it. I was now naked all the way to my knees and my hard cock was standing straight and pulsing. A moment later my mom wrapped her hand around my cock.
Mom pulled her lips from mine she stared into my eyes. It looked like she was trying to make a decision. Then her hand squeezed my cock and it throbbed again. She turned and looked down at my cock. I heard a little moan. For a moment she gazed back at me. With a little whimper she bent her head and her lips found my chest. I sucked in my breath as she began to kiss across my chest, stopping to lick and suck my nipples. She moved slowly lower and lower. I was shaking when she reached my hard belly. I wondered if she was going to... to... then I didn't wonder anymore as my mother kissed all the way down to my cock.
I felt her fist tighten around it and then she licked the head.
"Mommmmm," I gasped. She giggled and suddenly I felt her incredible mouth on my cock.
My head was spinning as I realized that my mother had my cock in her mouth. It had to be a dream, but I could see it now... I could see my mother's mouth on my cock. It took super human strength not to climax right then and there. I had dreamed of her having her mouth on my cock since the first time she had masturbated me. In my fantasies we did many more things, but I had dared not think it would be anything more than what she had done to me with her hand. But now my cock was in her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she sucked and then licked the head of my cock. Her mouth was incredibly warm and wet. Her hand was wrapped around the base as she slowly jerked me.
"Mom... I... uh..." I gasped in fear of climaxing too soon.
She got the message and pulled away and slowed her hand movement. I could feel her tongue just barely flicking at the dripping opening of my cock head. She was licking off the juice. I shivered, wanting my cock desperately back in her mouth, but I feared that I would climax as soon as that happened. She waited until the time was right before she sucked me in again. I had just enough control not to climax immediately.
I wasn't sure where my mother learned to control a man's cock but she certainly knew how to do it. She kept me on the edge for a long time, teasing my swollen head, licking my shaft and then sucking me. Eventually I couldn't take any more. I wanted to warn her that I was getting close.
"Mom, I'm going to... to... oh God, oh God," I gasped as my cock pulsed. I couldn't stop it this time. "Moooooommmmmm" I warned as I began to reach the point of no return.
I thought she might take the head out of her mouth and let it squirt on my stomach... but she didn't. I heard a guttural moan as my cum spewed into her willing mouth. I couldn't think of anything but the wonderful feeling of climaxing at the hand and mouth of my mother. It was unbelievable that she had taken my cock in her mouth, but it was beyond my comprehension that she would actually swallow my cum.
I shot quite a load into my mother's mouth and she was able to swallow it all. In fact she stayed with my shrinking cock, squeezing and licking the remaining juice from the head, until it was entirely soft. I heard little moans of pleasure from her lips as I collapsed onto the bed. My eyes were closed when I felt my mom lean over me. She gently kissed me on my lips before slipping her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my sperm in her mouth. It wasn't unpleasant, a little salty and a little bitter, but not bad. I moaned in frustration as she kissed me again and then suddenly got up and left the room.
When I looked down there was nothing left for me to clean up... she had swallowed everything. I was not going to let it go at that. I got up, and walked out into the hall naked. I saw that my mother's door was opened a crack. I took that as an invitation. I walked into her room and saw her lying with the sheet over her. Her eyes were closed and her hand was between her legs. I could see it gently moving up and down. I moved slowly over until I was standing above her. She felt my presence and her hand stopped moving. Her eyes opened and she was staring at me. Her gaze moved from my face down my chest to my now hard cock.
I wanted to see her naked too. I reached down and gently pulled the sheet from her body. Her hands fell away from her pussy as if she didn't want me to know what she had been doing.
I gasped as I stared down at my naked mother. She was even more beautiful then I had remembered. Her skin was so smooth and blemish free. Her breasts were swollen mounds of pure white flesh with pink nipples perched on top. My eyes trailed down her stomach and I could see he belly moving up and down almost erratically with her excited breathing. I was surprised to see that her pubic mound was smooth and hairless. I could feel my cock throbbing again as I stared at her gorgeous pussy. I could see the swollen inner lips, crinkled and fleshy, as they protruded from the smooth outer. Juice glistened from the lips.
As I stood staring at her, my cock throbbed so much that it almost hurt. It stood proudly in front of me, throbbing and pulsing with my pre-cum bubbling from the opening. I saw my mother's eyes on it, staring, watching it move up and down with my excited heartbeat.
Gathering up my courage I moved over and crawled onto the bed. My mother put her hands over her pussy as if to hide it. I moved between her legs and knelt. I reached down and gently grasped her hands and pulled them aside. She resisted for a second but allowed me to see her pussy again. I wanted to fuck her, but was uncertain if she would allow that. I didn't want to take the chance of spoiling our moment. I suddenly knew what I had to do and hoped that my mother would not stop me. I had never used my mouth on a pussy, but I had dreamt about it a million times.
When I reached for her thighs she gasped and her hands caught my wrists. She said, "You can't... we can't."
I whispered, "Shhhh. Let me do what you just did."
I heard an intake of breath as she still held my wrist. Yet there was little strength in her attempt to keep me from pushing her legs apart, so I did it. I slowly pushed her legs to the side until she was spread wide in front of me. When I looked up at her she moved her head to the side, her eyes avoiding mine. Her face was flushed and beautiful. I moved lower until I was lying on the bed with my head above her pussy.
"Thomas, no... this is... this is wrong," my mother whispered.
It was a whisper and barely audible. It wasn't convincing so I acted as if I hadn't heard her and moved closer. I could smell her excitement now and that made my cock twitch. Her hands still held my wrists as my tongue touched her skin. I heard her gasp. I was surprised at how smooth and soft her mound felt. I circled my tongue across her now quivering flesh, moving gently lower. The tip of my tongue drew a line down one smooth and swollen outer lip and then back up. I moved to the other and did the same. I could now hear little whimpers coming from my mother's lips and it gave me the courage to keep going.
I freed my wrists easily and then used my hands to open her legs even wider, giving me more room. I moved back and stared at my mother's pussy. It was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. It was perfectly shaped and perfectly smooth. The greatest painter could not have painted a more perfect sexual organ. I kissed one thigh and then the other, teasing her and me by delaying my ultimate goal.
"Thomas, please," my mother whispered.
I didn't know if she meant please stop or please go on. I took it as the latter. I reached for her outer lips with fingers and gently pulled them open. I gasped when I saw her swollen clit pop out. The hood had slipped off and it was throbbing in all its glory. I wanted to touch it, but waited. I moved my head down and gently touched her swollen inner lips with my tongue. I licked up one side and down the other, feeling my mother tremble. Then, almost without warning, I plunged my tongue into her juice filled opening.
"Ahhhhh, Thomas," she screamed. Her hips lifted from the bed and her legs flew up to wrap around my head. I was suddenly smothered in her wet and warm pussy flesh. I loved it. I moved my tongue in and out and heard screams coming from far away. I realized, as her strong thighs clamped onto my head, that she was climaxing. Juice gushed from her opening and I struggled to drink it all. I was surprised that her juice tasted sweet and better than I had ever imagined. I swallowed and searched deep inside her for more.
I was not sure she had finished her first climax when I moved up and began to gently flick her clit with my tongue. She moaned and screamed again as her thighs clamped even tighter to my head. I could barely move, even if I wanted to. I allowed her to climax on my tongue over and over and did my best to drink all she had to offer.
I am not sure how long I continued to lick her or how many climaxes she had, but it was quite some time before her thighs released my head. When I looked up it appeared that she was asleep. Then I realized that she must have passed out. At first I was a bit worried, but then I saw her chest moving up and down rhythmically and knew that she was fine. I stood and looked at her naked body one last time before I pulled the sheet up over her. I went back to my room and masturbated.
 



Chapter 3

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The following morning I came downstairs rather sheepishly. I wasn't sure what to expect. While I had loved what had happened I was nonetheless embarrassed. When I saw my mother I knew that she must have been feeling the same way.
"Good morning," I said as I sat down at the table.
"Good morning," she said without turning around.
Mom had fixed scrambled eggs and bacon. Coffee was brewing in the coffee maker on the counter and the kitchen smelled so good. It smelled like home.
I picked up the morning paper and pretended to read. With the paper in front of me I peered over the top and watched my mother moving around the kitchen. She had on her white tennis outfit and was going to play with her girlfriends this morning. She said she was going to cancel, but it was a tournament. I insisted that she go. I stared at her legs as she moved and could see how playing tennis had shaped her thighs nicely. I felt my face flush as I remembered those thighs clamped around my head as I ate her pussy last night. I felt myself getting hard.
She turned around and I lowered my eyes quickly.
"Are you sure about me playing tennis?" she asked again.
"Yes. I want you to go."
"What are you going to do?"
"I think I will just veg out today."
"Okay. Maybe we can go out tonight."
"I would like that."
"When I get home we need to have a talk," she said.
I swallowed hard, suddenly worried about what that conversation was going to be about. I was pretty sure I knew the topic. "Uh... okay," I mumbled trying to hide myself behind the paper again.
Mom only gave me a quick kiss on the lips when she left. That did not bode well for the conversation later.
I busied myself around the house, cleaning the garage and washing Mom's car. She had been picked up by one of her girlfriends and taken to the club. I could not stop thinking about what had happened last night or what Mom wanted to talk to me about later. I was a nervous wreck when she finally came home.
"Thanks for cleaning the garage and washing my car," she said.
"You're welcome." Then she left me without a word. I was even more worried now. I was petrified that she would stop what we were doing. My soul would be crushed if that is what she was going to do.
I was in the bedroom, on the bed wearing a pair of shorts and no top when she came in. I was pretending to be reading when she came in. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I had read the same paragraph ten times and still didn't know what it was about.
Mom had on her robe and was drying her hair with a towel. She looked gorgeous even without makeup and her hair frizzy and wet. She sat down on my bed and curled her legs under her. I glanced down and saw quite a way up her thighs. I felt myself getting excited and saw her pull the bottom of the robe down. My heart sank.
"Thomas," she said, gently laying her hand on my thigh, "I think you know what we did... what I did to you and allowed you to do to me... was very wrong."
I swallowed and said, "I know, I'm sorry." But I wasn't.
"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. I am the adult here and I am the one that should be sorry. I allowed my hormones to get control of me. Unfortunately I am at an age where my hormones seem to be running wild. I spoke with my doctor and she said it is normal for a woman in her thirties."
I nodded, wondering where this conversation was going.
She sighed and said, "Although the doctor said sexual desire at my age is healthy and normal, it is NOT normal what I have allowed us to do." She paused before adding, "It is difficult, but I have to find a way to control my libido."
Hell, my libido was raging too. Buy since I really didn't know what to say, I kept my mouth shut.
"It's just that... well we have always been so close and I have sometimes forgotten that you are my son. I also have to admit that I have often been lonely, especially after you left. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I... I... masturbate often. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be enough."
I saw her face flush and I know that mine did as well.
"Maybe I should be dating someone," she said unconvincingly.
"No!" I almost shouted and then regretted my outburst.
I saw a quick smile before she turned serious again. "I don't want to do that, since it always seems to cause such complications with my girlfriends who are single. But I don't want another man... at least not now," she said pensively.
I felt a moment of relief. I wanted so bad to be her man. While I was gone I thought about nothing but her. My mind was totally preoccupied with the vision of her, with the feel of her skin, with the feel of her mouth on me, her kisses and every touch we had shared. My inattention to what I was going got me into a lot of trouble with the drill sergeants and I spent a lot of time on KP. But it was worth it.

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Are you listening?" she said.

I suddenly realized that I had zoned out. "Yes, sorry," I said with a red face. I think she knew that I had been thinking of her. There was a tent in my shorts now. I saw her eyes go down to it.

She continued, "I suppose I am asking you for your help. I just get so weak when I am around you."

I wanted to say I feel the same way but thought better of it. If she thought I could be the strong one I didn't mind that. Yet I think she was putting too much responsibility on me. Hell, I was barely more than a teenager with raging testosterone. There was little chance I could help.

Then she said something that totally surprised me. "So, long story short, we cannot go any further than we already have."

I looked at her without understanding at first. Was her emphasis on "we can't go any further", or "than we already have" I wondered. Then I realized that she might be saying that we could do what we had already done, but go no further.

Could that be what she actually be saying that we can do what we did before I wondered? Suddenly I felt my heart beating harder. Then I felt her hand squeeze my thigh. That was all it took for my erection to throb. I saw her looking at the crotch of my shorts again. Then she suddenly reached up my shorts. Her hands were shaking as she opened the button at the top and then pulled my zipper down. I didn't have underwear on. I saw a little smile cross her lips before she pulled them down and off my feet, leaving me totally naked. My cock was as hard as a rock and dripping juice.

She stared at my cock as she stood and dropped her robe, leaving her totally naked as well. I stared at her beautiful body as she crawled onto my bed. She lay down on her stomach between my legs, like I had done when I had eaten her. She was now staring at my hard and throbbing cock from only inches away. It made my ball churn in their sacks.

She said, "You have a beautiful cock. It is perfect... not too big and not too small. The crown is beautiful too. I love the way the shaft bends upward and how it throbs."

I was suddenly embarrassed. I had never had anyone look at my cock or describe it like this. I had no idea what to say.

Then my eyes grew wide as I watched her beautiful hand slide up my thigh and grasp my cock. "Moooommmm," I moaned as I closed my eyes in pleasure.

My mother didn't say a word as she began to tease the engorged head of my cock soft fingers. She moved her fingers as if she was a blind person trying to define the object in her hand. I bit my lip to stop a long moan. For some reason I didn't want her to know how excited I was. I almost felt that if she knew that she would stop. That was crazy.

She looked up at me and smiled with those beautiful eyes and mouth as her soft finger tips played with my suddenly dripping cock head. Then I watched in indescribable excitement as she leaned over and placed her tongue just below the head. She squeezed the shaft and caused a long clear drop of fluid to bubble out of the opening and stream down to her tongue. I almost climaxed right then.

She pumped me several times and was rewarded with more juice. It seemed to be streaming out without stop now. She was driving me mad.

Finally she moaned a little and took the head into her mouth. Her eyes closed for a moment and then opened to stare directly into mine... like she could see into my soul. Her face was so beautiful. I tried to take a picture of her gorgeous face and my hard cock halfway into her mouth, with her cheeks puffed out from the head of my cock. It worked because even today I can still see that picture as if it was yesterday. It was an image I used to masturbate to a thousand times while I was away.

"Mom," I breathed as she began to suck the head. Her lips and tongue were suddenly driving me crazy with excitement. I wanted to grab her head and make her suck me harder. I didn't, but instead allowed her to tease my cock head until I felt I could take no more.

"Mom... I... I... going to cum... if... if you keep doing that."

She didn't stop.

I gasped as I felt my balls tighten in preparation. The position of my cock was pulled down so it was parallel to my thighs. My cock could not pulse like it normally would. It was restricted, but still felt so good. A moment later I grasped the sheets as my cum began to rocket up the shaft.

"Mmmmm," I heard my mother moan as I began to squirt into her mouth. She began to shake and I actually think she was climaxing. I learned later that she often did climax while sucking my cock... I loved that thought.

My hips began to move in little twitches, trying to force my cock deeper into her mouth. It wasn't going to happen. My juices poured into her mouth and I could hear her struggling to swallow it all. I suppose I was a heavy cummer but never realized that until my mother said something several years later. She also said she loved that about me.

When the last dribble was squeezed out of me my mother kissed the tip of my cock and stood up. She licked her lips and smiled at me.

I smiled back and slowly slipped out of bed. She looked at me strangely until I pushed her backward until she was lying on her back. I saw another smile as I slipped to my knees at the end of the bed. I spread her thighs. I almost gasped as her very wet and swollen pussy came into view.

"Oh God, Mom, your pussy is so beautiful," I whispered. I heard my mother moan. I felt a thrill of excitement go through me and decided to add to my comment. "I love the taste of you. Your pussy is so sweet and wet."

My mother moaned again and squirmed as I held her thighs wide. "Please," she whispered.

I knew what she wanted now. I began to kiss up her thigh. As I neared her pussy I paused and moved to the other side. I kissed downward across her soft skin, leaving a wet trail behind. When my lips got to her knee I lifted her leg, kissing behind it and licking down her calf. I moved back to the other leg and did the same. By the time I drew close to her pussy, she was moaning loudly. I paused and moved up to her large breasts. I looked at her face and saw tremendous excitement in her eyes. Staring into her eyes I leaned over and took one swollen nipple into my mouth. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

"Oh baby, suck mommy's tit," she whispered.

I loved hearing her say that. I took the nipple between my lips. I worried the nipple and sucked it until it was throbbing. Then I moved to the other. I worked on that one for several minutes before I moved to kiss and suck the soft flesh around the nipple, using my teeth to give her little love bites. Her chest was heaving as I pulled away. I leaned over and kissed her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth for my tongue. My cock was throbbing again.

I was now half on her, with my chest pressing against hers. I felt her large and soft breasts under me. We kissed passionately for a long time. I finally pulled away and went back to my knees again. There I pushed her thighs upward and spread them. I was so excited to taste her I could wait no longer. I buried my mouth in her soaked pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh, Goddddddd, Thomasssss," she screamed.

I was in heaven. My face was buried in my mother's wet pussy and I was drinking her juices. I pulled back, spread her lips and looked into her wet and pulsing opening. The thought occurred to me that I had come out of that opening twenty years ago. I could never have imagined that I would be staring at it now. I moaned and buried my face into her gushing opening again.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm going to... oh God, I'm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg," she screamed.

I felt her pussy throbbing and her juices were squirting out. My face was soaked, but I swallowed my share of her sweet liquid. I kept at it as her climax went on for a long time. When she started to come down, I didn't let her settle down but found her clit and began to suck.

"Thomasssss, Thomasssss," she screamed as she began to climax again.

Her swollen clit pulsed in my mouth. I knew it must be sensitive so I stopped sucking and began to just flick the tip of my tongue against it. I heard my mother moaning quietly, but her legs were still quivering and her hands still held my head. I worked on her clit with the tip of my tongue, just barely touching it. Suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head pulling me tighter. I started sucking again.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," she gasped and began to climax for the fourth or fifth time.

When she was exhausted, I pulled back with a wide grin on my dripping face. I was very proud that I had given her so much pleasure. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm.

My mother's eyes were closed, her chest was still heaving and her legs were spread apart as if in total surrender. At that moment I would have given anything in my life to be able to climb on her and slide my cock into her wet and swollen pussy. Yet, I knew that that may never happen. I told myself to accept my good fortune as it is and hope for more.

I felt proud of what I had accomplished. Having only eaten pussy twice I had done a pretty good job if the look on my mother's face was any indication. I was a quick learner. My fantasies had served me well.

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Mom and I took our showers and we got dressed for our dinner out. I put on a pair of Kaki pants, and a dress shirt. When Mom came downstairs I gasped. She was wearing a tight white dress that was low cut and it was open all the way to several inches below her navel. The soft material surrounded her breasts, but still revealed much of the creamy flesh of her cleavage. Her nipples were hard and visible. The dress was tight at the waist and very tight across her hips and ass. It came down to the middle of her thighs. She had on a set of white pearls and four inch white pumps. She looked stunning.

My mouth must have been hanging open because she smiled at me and said, "It's not too tight or too short, is it?"

"God no," I choked.

"Are you sure?" she said as she spun around, giving me an even better view of her gorgeous ass.

I couldn't speak. The wide grin on my face was my answer.

"I'll take that as approval," she said with a returned smile.

I took a deep breath and got control of myself. "Let's get going or we will be late for our reservation," I said.

She put her arm through mine and we walked out to the car. I had not told her where we were going. I had made a reservation at the swanky Four Seasons Restaurant. I knew it was going to be expensive, but I had saved most of my money since I enlisted and knew I could not spend it on anything better.

When we arrived and I had given the keys to the carhop she whispered, "I'll pay for this."

"No you won't. It's my treat," I answered firmly.

She nodded her head and smiled. "Okay." I loved that she didn't argue. I loved that she knew how to be a real woman with a man... especially in this world today.

When we walked in, I could see every eye in the place on us... or more accurately her. My heart almost swelled out of my chest. I felt as proud as I have ever felt in my life. If they only knew that I was her son and not her boyfriend... well I was kind of both now... I don't know what they would think.

We had a great dinner, laughing, eating, and drinking a bottle of house wine. I had been careful because I was driving and I think Mom drank most of it. I could still feel both women and men looking over at us all evening. The men with envy, and the women with jealously, but I don't think it was because she was with me, but instead because she was so gorgeous.

When we left I paid the carhop and opened the door for Mom. I couldn't help glancing down when she sat down and swung her legs into the car. For just a moment one leg remained outside the car. I gasped. I had not realized that she didn't have panties on.

My face was hot when I got into the driver's side. I also had an erection.

"You noticed I see," Mom said with a glance down at my crotch and then a smile.

I nodded and smiled over at her. "I'm glad I didn't know that you didn't have panties on when we were in the restaurant."

"Why?" she asked, already knowing the answer I am sure.

"Because I would not have been able to get up from the table," I said with a blush. Then I added, "It was difficult enough to eat dinner even without knowing you didn't have panties on.

"You seem to be able to eat me pretty well," she said naughtily. I was guessing the wine was loosening her lips. I loved it.

I looked at her with wide eyes. I didn't know how to respond. Mom laughed and patted my face. A few minutes after we had pulled away from the curb I felt my mother's hand on my thigh. I had to force myself to keep my eyes on the road as she gently rubbed my thigh. I sped home.

I had barely stopped the car in the driveway when I pulled my mother into my arms. She didn't resist as I brought my lips to hers. I almost swooned at the taste and feel of her lips on mine. My cock had stayed hard since the restaurant, and was now throbbing. I moaned when I felt my mother's hand cover the bulge in my pants. Then I was surprised when I felt, and then heard, my mother pull my zipper down.

I looked around in hopes that no one could see us sitting in the driveway. Fortunately it had started to rain, which would mean it would be far more difficult to see inside the car. The automatic lights above the garage, which come on when a car pulls up into our driveway, had gone back out and it was relatively dark inside the car. Another moan escaped my lips when I felt my mother's hand inside my pants. A moment later she had pulled my cock out into the open air. "Mom," I gasped.

She looked up at me. "I want to thank you for a wonderful dinner. I never got to do this when I was young. Isn't it naughty?"

I had to smile. Of course it was naughty, but really more than naughty... this was my mother holding my cock in her hand and getting ready to suck it. "Oh God," I gasped as she bent her head and took my cock into her mouth.

I heard a guttural moan escape her lips as she took my cock deep into her mouth. I tried to keep a lookout but it was almost impossible. I placed my hand on the back of my mother's head and gently directed her movements up and down. I was hesitant to do that, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Several times Mom went down so deeply that she gagged. I think she wanted to take my entire cock in her throat but couldn't quite do it. I didn't care. I loved her mouth on my cock. My hips began to move up and down as my excitement grew. I didn't think she was really going to suck me all the way off in the car, but I was wrong.

As she began to move her head faster I hissed, "Mom, I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

She groaned in the back of her throat in answer.

I gave in and gasped, "Oh yes, oh yes." Soon I felt my balls pull tight. I was very close. Then suddenly I went over the top. I could feel the hot cream pump from my balls and rocket up the shaft. A second later I was filling her mouth with my cum.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm," my mother murmured, which was only interrupted by swallows.

My head collapsed back on the seat as my mother continued to suck me until I was drained and clean. I opened my eyes and saw her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her normally perfect lipstick was smeared. I looked down and saw her red lipstick on my rapidly shrinking cock. I wasn't going to wash that off tonight, or maybe ever.

"I never sucked your father. He wasn't interested. I never knew what I was missing," she said, licking her lips.

My legs felt like jelly as I got out and rushed around in the rain with an umbrella to open her door. Then I held it over her as we walked up the sidewalk to the door. Once inside I took my mother in my arms again and kissed her passionately. I could still taste the residue of my cum on her lips and in her mouth.

"Give me about fifteen minutes to get ready and then you can come to my room," she whispered and gave me a quick peck and left me standing in the foyer with my mouth open. For a moment I couldn't actually believe that she had invited me to her room. Fuck!

I hurried upstairs and into my room. Standing there, suddenly I didn't know what to do. Should I strip... leave my clothes on... what was she expecting, I wondered? I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and then back to my room. Then I thought the hell with it. I took off everything except my underwear and sat on the bed and waited, looking at the clock. It seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Finally I walked slowly down the hall. The door to my mother's room was partially open as usual. Still I knocked lightly and heard my mother tell me to come in. I walked in and stopped in my tracks. My Mom was sitting on the bed wearing a thin negligee. It was pink and frilly. Under it she was wearing a half bra that left her nipples exposed. She also had on a pair of matching panties. On her feet were pink mules. My cock was immediately hard and making a big tent in my underwear.

My mother held her arms open to me and I walked over to her... with a bit of embarrassment at my erect state. She hugged me around the waist and placed her cheek on my stomach. I held her head to me. A moment later I felt her hand slide up the leg of my shorts until she found my hard cock. "Are you always hard?"

"Around you, of course," I said.

She looked up at me and smiled as she pulled my shorts down to the floor and let them drop. She looked at my naked body for several long moments, her face inches from my throbbing cock.

She said, "I know I said this before, but I can't believe how much you have changed... I mean you were always handsome, but now look at you. You are positively gorgeous." She began rubbing her hand across my now muscular chest and down my hard stomach. Then she bent her head and kissed her way down my stomach. She looked up at me as she stuck out her tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of my cock. Then with a smile she took my cock into her mouth again.

"You like sucking me, don't you?" I said through my heavy breathing.

She pulled back, looked up at me like I was crazy, and said, "Of course, what's not to like. Your coc... uh... penis is gorgeous."

I laughed at her not saying the word "cock". I moaned as she took my cock into her mouth again. Before long I pulled her from my throbbing cock. I didn't want to cum yet. My Mom looked at me with surprise when I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her hard. As I did I opened her negligee and let it drop and then pulled off her panties. I moaned when I felt her hot nipples burning into my chest.

Then Mom took control again... she seemed to like to be in control. "Lay on the bed," she whispered.

I looked at her with surprise but did as she asked. A moment later my mother straddled my legs and grasped my cock. She bent and took me into her mouth again. I moaned as I laid my head back, and held her head gently. Then she began to move on the bed. I looked up in time to see her thigh move over my head. A second later I gasped. Her pussy was staring me in the face. She was facing my feet.

"Let's do it together," Mom said with a girlish giggle.

I wasted no time as I pulled her soaked pussy down to my mouth. It felt wonderful as her very wet lips spread across my mouth and my nose. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. I pushed my tongue into her waiting hole. She moaned a moment before she sucked me in again.

I plunged my tongue in and out of her wet opening as she began to suck me. I enjoyed her mouth on me immensely, but since I had climaxed not long ago I could focus on her pussy. I found her clit and licked it before sucking her fat inner lips into my mouth. I heard her muffled scream and felt her thighs quiver. I knew that she was climaxing. She shivered and shook causing her pussy to bounce and slide around on my face. I held her tight and sucked her until she had climaxed multiple times. I swallowed a gallon of her juices and loved every bit of it.
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When she had collapsed I pulled from under her. She looked surprised, still wanting to pleasure me. I said, "Later. Get onto your knees," I said as firmly as possible. I wanted to wrestle some of the control from her.

She looked at me quizzically, or maybe it was a little bit of worry about what I was going to do. But after a momentary pause she moved until she was on her knees. I got up and knelt behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a bit of tension in her voice. I knew she was worried that I intended to fuck her.

"I want to eat your ass," I said, with a quiver in my voice.

She looked back at me with shock. Her mouth opened but nothing came out.

I had never done this before... in fact, I had never eaten a pussy before eating hers, nor had I had a blowjob. But I had my fantasies and I am a little embarrassed to say that I had fantasized about licking my mom's ass. I could tell she was tense but fortunately she didn't stop me. I bent and pulled her cheeks apart and heard her suck in breath. Then I kissed one of her gorgeous ass cheeks and then the other.

"Thomas, this is... ohhhhh,... is wrong," she gasped.

I had touched the top of her crack with my tongue. Then I wiggled it downward as I spread her cheeks wider. I pulled back and gazed down at her puckered rose. It was closed tightly but looked like it was pulsing. I brought my tongue back and slid it between her cheeks again, moving slowly downward.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas," she gasped.

I was shaking, and so was she, when my tongue reached her puckered hole. I circled it and felt it pulse. I licked it and pulled back. I blew warm air onto it and saw it clench and heard her moan. I moved back and placed the tip of my tongue on her opening.

"Thomas," Mom hissed again when she realized what I was about to do.

She pulled slightly forward, but I was not to be deterred. Holding her hips tightly I pushed my tongue into her rear hole. I felt the tight little opening resist. I pulled harder with my hands on her hips and pushed harder with my tongue on her ass.

"Ahhhhhiiiiiieeee," Mom screamed as my tongue breached her sphincter.

It didn't get in far, but I didn't let that stop me. I pulled out and pushed in again, getting the opening wet with my saliva. I pushed in again and this time it went in deeper.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Mom gasped.

I had my tongue in as deeply as it would go now. I circled it around and pushed in and out. I loved it. I loved the feeling of her tight sphincter muscles squeezing my tongue. I especially loved how naughty it was.

Finally I heard my mom whisper, "Yes... yes, yes."

That gave me the courage to really go at it. I heard Mom gasp as I tongue fucked her ass with abandon. As I plunged my tongue into her asshole I brought my fingers up to her still swollen clit. I began to gently rub her clit as I tongue fucked her asshole.

I was thrilled when I heard her hiss, "Fuck me, tongue fuck my ass, Thomas."

I was surprised at my mother's language as she rarely ever used a curse word. Yet her words inspired me. I rubbed her clit faster. I tongue fucked her until I felt her begin to quiver and then shake. Her hips pressed back to my face forcing my tongue even deeper into her now welcoming hole. With my finger's stimulating her clit and my tongue in her ass, she began to climax. I could feel her asshole contracting. It squeezed my tongue out, but I pushed it back in as deeply as possible.

As the waves of passion overtook her she fell to the bed and I followed. I kept her legs spread wide apart with my knees as my hands spread her cheeks. I tongued fucked her rapidly. She bucked her hips up to my mouth and screamed. Eventually I could not tell when one climax ended and another began... or maybe it was one really long climax.

When she finally stopped trembling I pulled away and moved upward. I lowered my body until my chest pressed to her back. I found her neck and kissed it. Then I felt a chill run down my spine when my cock touched the very wet crease between her ass cheeks. My cock was now lying lengthwise on her asshole. I heard her gasp, but surprisingly she did not pull away. I thought about her still wet and pulsing asshole and how easy it would be to slip my cock inside. I had a strange feeling that she would not have stopped me. Yet I dared not try something like that and risk everything.

Instead I straddled the back of her thighs and began to slowly rub my cock up and down between her cheeks. I pushed her cheeks together with my hands so my cock could slide between. I heard my mother moan in pleasure. As my cock moved across her asshole she tensed for a moment and then relaxed when she realized that I wasn't going to try and fuck her in the ass. I moved my cock more rapidly, rubbing across her asshole and up the crack.

"Oh God," I gasped as my balls began to tighten. A moment later I screamed as my cock began to spit cum across her asshole and all the way up to her back. It was coming out like an out of control fire hose, splattering on her ass cheeks, asshole and back, as well as me. It was a powerful climax.

When my balls were empty I fell onto the bed next to my mother. I lay beside her on my side and pulled her to me. I pulled her face over and kissed her sweetly.

"That was so nasty," she whispered without recrimination. "What in the world got into you?" It was more of a statement then a question.

"Sorry. I got carried away," I said in way of apology. I wasn't one bit sorry and I didn't think she was either.

She touched my face and said, "No, don't be sorry. I loved it."

I saw her blush.

"So did I," I returned.

"I had better get cleaned up," Mom said.

"Wait, stay right where you are," I said, and got up from the bed. I came back a moment later with a warm wash cloth and a towel. I gently pushed her over onto her stomach. Then I knelt between her legs again and gently cleaned my sperm from her back. Then I moved down slowly and cleaned my sticky juices from between her ass cheeks. I took my time as I wiped her little rosebud. I could see her slowly moving her hips now. I wondered if she was getting excited again. Finally I toweled her dry but didn't move from between her legs.

I pushed her legs a little farther apart and began to gently rub her pussy lips.

"Thomas," she gasped but didn't try to stop me.

I rubbed my finger between her still wet pussy lips. Slowly I pushed the tip inside her opening. Ever so slowly I moved it deeper and deeper.

"Mmmmm, nooooo," she gasped but her movement convinced me that she did not want it to stop.

Soon I had two fingers inside her warm and wet pussy. I moved them in and out slowly as her excitement and responding moans urged me on. When her hips began to move up and down I took a big chance... I wet the middle finger of my other hand and pressed it to her asshole. Before she could protest I pushed it inside.

"Oh my God, Thomas," she gasped.

I pushed it deeper until I now had my finger all the way inside her asshole. Then I put my other two fingers back in her pussy. I could feel my fingers rubbing together, separated only by the thin sheath of skin between her pussy and anal canal. I moved two in and one out, and then one in and two out.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas," she gasped as her hips began to move rapidly up and down. It was difficult, but I kept time with her movements.

"Oh Goddddddd!!!" she screamed and started to climax again. I felt both her asshole and pussy squeezing my fingers. It made it a little harder to move in and out, but I kept it up until she collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

I lay on my back, my still throbbing cock pulsing. Mom leaned over me and kissed me passionately. "You are going to kill your poor mother."

"What a way to go," I returned.

She smiled and leaned down and kissed my chest. A moment later she was moving downward; leaving little kisses and bites on my chest and stomach. She grasped my cock as she drew near. I was breathing heavily now. I couldn't see my cock, but I could feel her breath on it. She began to stroke me slowly. Her mouth was close to my dripping cock, but didn't touch it yet. It seemed that she was enjoying stroking me and looking at my cock.

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For a long time she played with me, moving her hand up and down slowly, then faster and faster. Then she paused and was just squeezing me. She circled the head with her fingers and gently twisted them under the corona. Then she used her finger to tease just the head, rubbing my juices across the swollen crown. I was rapidly losing control.

"Mom," I gasped as I grew near another climax.

I heard her moan and suddenly felt her mouth cover the head of my cock. She held her mouth there as her fist began to move faster. She was jerking me off into her waiting mouth.

"Oh yes," I gasped as my cock lurched and I began to squirt my pent up juices into her waiting mouth. I felt and heard her swallowing. She pumped and squeezed my cock until I was totally drained. She licked me clean and then came back up and lay in the crook of my arm. We both drifted off to sleep.
















Chapter 5