My mother had visited my aunt Alice while we were having sex. My aunt got out of bed, put her robe on, and left the bedroom door open. She told my aunt that I was already there and left. Did my mother believe her? What story do I have to make up if she asks questions? I took a deep breath and entered the house. My mother was sitting at the breakfast table. No one else was home.
“Harvey, I need to talk with you! Come into the living room; I have a few questions,” said my mother concerningly.
I followed her just a few steps into our living room. It seemed a little strange. My mother was wearing a white blouse. It was my favorite blouse. I could see the outline of her breasts. I always wondered what her breasts looked like without a bra.
“Sit down,” she told me. “I went to see your aunt Alice today to make sure everything was okay since she wanted to speak with you. I had the strangest feeling that you were still there. She usually does not take a nap during the day, but she had her bathrobe on. Were you there, and what were the two of you doing? Something you shouldn’t?”
My face was turning red. It was a sign that I was holding something back.
“Why is your face so red?” My mother was probing.
So many thoughts were running through my head. I’ve never lied to my mother before, but this time was different. I used to skip school a lot in my first two years of high school, and I was caught every time. What should I say?
“Do you think your aunt is pretty? I know you like her a lot. Are you attracted to her? You are leaving for boot camp in another month, so I cannot punish you, and I will not tell your father. Tell me the truth,” my mother said.
“Yes, to all the questions,” I said, waiting for a lecture.
The silence was deafening. I had to say something.
“It just happened,” I said. “I went over to see if Aunt Alice was okay. I heard her tell you that she caught Uncle in the bathroom jerking off. She started crying and saying she was sorry I heard that. I put my arms around her, held her, and told her she was pretty and that maybe he was thinking about her while jerking off.”
“Is that all? Did you say anything else?” My mother asked.
“I told Aunt Alice I thought about her many times when I jerked off. I told her I was a virgin and wondered if she could teach me about sex.”
“Why didn’t you ask me to teach you?” My mother asked.
“I wanted to, but you are my mother, and I did not want you to hate me.”
This was new territory for me, speaking to my mother this way and talking about sex. This could either mean my downfall or an opportunity to make love to my mother. I might as well come clean.
“Honestly, you were the other woman I thought about when I jerked off.” I blurted out.
“Why would I hate you? You’re my oldest son,” she spoke.
She stood up and placed a record on the turntable. “Dance with me,” she said.
My mother liked country music. Her favorite waltz was the Tennessee Waltz which she just placed on the player.
I stood, took her hand in mine, and placed the other hand around her waist. She put her hand around my waist; we danced around the room. I could not help but notice how nice she smelled. She smelled like lilacs; she was so pretty and felt nice in my arms.
I was holding the woman who raised me, who gave me birth.
I knew the feelings I had for her were wrong. They were not a son’s feelings for his mother but those of one lover for another. I wanted to be her lover. I told my mind to stop thinking that way, but my heart told me otherwise.
I had just had sex with her sister. I knew full well that it was socially wrong. I could rationalize that.
However, now I desired my mother. It was hard to rationalize that. But the heart wants what the heart wants. I had sexual desires for this beautiful woman in my arms. This would be the ultimate incest.
I wanted to make love to my mother.
I let my heart get the best of me. I dropped my hand from hers, put my arm around her waist, and moved her closer. She placed her hand on my shoulder and her head close to mine. I dropped my right arm a little further down her back to where my fingers were on the edge of her ass, just below her waist, and moved her against me. She felt so warm, so fragile, and so comfortable. I was getting hard. I could feel my cock lengthening in my shorts. I knew if I held her like this, she would feel my hardness in the next few seconds.
I was lost in the moment.
“Harvey, you’re hard; I am your mother; what are you doing?” She said.
She did not pull away.
“Mom, I have been in love with you for over a year. You are the most beautiful woman I know, and to be honest, I think you are hotter than the girls my age.”
She did not answer; she only moved in closer.
“Is that how you feel, son?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I just wanted you to know.” My voice was breaking with emotion.
“That’s okay. I’m not upset. You shouldn’t hide your feelings,” she said warmly.
The music stopped, and we still danced.
After a few minutes, I kissed her on the neck.
She drew back, looked me in the eyes, put her hands on my face, and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips came together. I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and rubbed my tongue on the top of her tongue.
We kissed long and hard. I explored every inch of her mouth, our tongues darting in and around, exploring each other’s heat. She was my mother, but I wanted her, sexually, in the worst way.
Incest or not.
My mother grabbed me by the hand and walked me to her bedroom door. “Wait here while I get ready and don’t peek.”
She placed her lips on mine, and we kissed. This kiss felt a little wet and sensual and deepened my passion for her. She stepped inside her bedroom, closing the door and leaving a few inches open.
I had to pinch myself; this was not happening. I was about to have sex with my mother. The passion I felt for her was rising. The seconds seemed like minutes. My mind was in dreamland. I was going to make love to the woman who had birthed me.
“Okay, you can come in,” said my mother
I entered the room.
“Close the door and lock it,” she said. I did and then turned toward her. She was in bed, covered by the blankets. It was dark in the room. I went to the light on the nightstand to turn it on.
“Please, no. I don’t want you to see me naked. I am twenty-five years older than you are. I am not young anymore,” she said with concern.
My mom was forty-three but looked about thirty. She was slim and shapely. Jet black curly hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful face.
“Mom, I have thought about this moment for a long time. You wore my favorite white blouse; I have seen you in a bathing suit. I want to see you naked. I want to see your body,” I said with some determination.
“Okay, but then get under the covers,” she replied.
I turned on the light, pulled up the covers, and got into bed with her. I pulled her closer and began kissing her; my cock seemed as though it was on fire. Our tongues kept playing inside of each other’s mouths.
I moved my hand to her breasts. They felt heavy and soft. I moved the blankets off so I could see them. They were perfect, just as I had imagined. They started round on her chest and then tapered to her nipples. Her nipples were pink and puffy. There was a single freckle in the middle of her right breast. I pinched her nipple.
She moaned with pleasure.
“Be gentle; they are tender,” she said.
I lowered my head and put my mouth over one of her nipples. I could feel it erecting in my mouth. I licked it and tried to put as much of her breast into my mouth as possible. She took her hands behind my head and pulled me into her breast.
I was sucking on them again, only now I was aware of it. I moved to the other breast and rubbed the nipple with my tongue.
Her nipples were sensitive; the deeper my mother moaned, the more I massaged them with my lips. I grabbed one of her hands and moved it down to my cock, which seemed more rigid and longer than I can remember. She threw off the covers to view my erection.
“You are so hard, so big; I am glad to know I could do that to you. I know this is wrong, but I did want it to happen,” she said, smiling.
My mother wrapped her fingers around the shaft, touching my balls and stroking them. We kissed again for a long time.
“Now I know why Aunt Alice was happy. She told me you were bigger than your uncle. I thought I could fight the urge to seduce you. I could not. So let’s enjoy this moment together.”
“Mmmmm, pre-cum,” she said as she slid her fingers over my cock head and down the shaft.
She raised her fingers to her mouth and tasted her son’s pre-cum.
“Can you put your mouth on it?” I asked with my voice was a little shaky.
“You mean to give you a blow job?” She whispered in my ear.
She got on her knees and pushed the covers down further. Her breasts hung from her chest and swayed as she moved. I reached up and took one in my hand and squeezed it. She rubbed them against my stomach.
She took her hand and pulled my cock back as she licked the shaft. She placed her mouth over the head and ran her tongue around it.
“Mom, if you keep that up, I will cum,” I said, hoping I could hold off.
“Maybe you should call me by my first name, now that we are beyond mother and son.”
I could hear the passion in her voice. “It makes me hot to call you mom,” I answered.
How could I think about anything else? I was about to fuck my mother, the woman that brought me into the world. I was extremely excited.
My mother kissed her way back up to my lips. We kissed again. My hands were all over her body. She knelt closer so I could put a hand between her legs and play with her pussy. I put in two fingers and moved them around inside of her.
I was trying to get them very wet. I moved my fingers to my mouth and tasted my mother’s juices. They were sweet.
We kissed again, my mother rolling her tongue around my lips, tasting herself.
“That is so hot, mom,” I blurted out.
“Your aunt told me everything,” she said. “Instead of getting angry, I found myself getting wet. I knew it was wrong, but you are a man now. I must admit something; promise me you will not tell.”
I told her I would not.
“My sister and I would fool around together when we were younger.”
“You did?” I asked, as I was getting harder if that was possible. “What did you do?” I asked.
“We would play with each other, fingering, licking, and tasting, until we came. I hope you do not think less of me,” she whispered.
“Mom, I am so lucky to have both of you. I want to put my cock inside of you so badly.”
“I want that too. I want my son to become my lover.”
She rolled over on her back, and I got on top of her. She held her tits in her hands with those big puffy nipples staring at me. She was teasing the nipples with her fingers. I lowered my head and sucked on each one of her tender, erect nipples. If she had milk, I would have drank it.
She reached down, grabbed my cock, and pulled me toward her vagina. She guided my cock to her entrance and whispered, “Now fuck me, son. Show me how much you want your mother?” She spread her legs further apart.
I slowly inserted my cock into her, my mother, now my lover. I went slowly into her, feeling every inch, enjoying her wetness.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said, “you won’t hurt me. I want you to be rough with me.”
I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. Ramming my cock into her pussy. I listened to our bodies crashing together. My mother was moaning; she enjoyed this as much as I was.
I had to pull out of her; I did not want to cum yet.
“Spank my clit with your cock,” she blurted out. “Hit it hard.”
I took my cock in my hand and slapped her clit with it. She told me not to stop. Her body jerked; her hips pushed her clit up to meet me.
“You’re so hard,” she said. “Fuck your mother, fuck me, and cum inside me.”
I watched as my cock entered between her pussy lips and into her love canal. I fucked her for a few minutes.
I had to pull out again. I wanted to taste more of her. I laid down so that my head was over her shiny, wet pussy. She partially shaved her pubic hair, leaving a small patch over her pussy. I opened my mouth and started to lick her pussy and run my tongue over her clit.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “I am going to squirt. That has not happened for a long time. Can you lick it up, son?” She sounded so passionate that it made me more excited.
She started spraying; I opened my mouth to catch every ounce, swallowing as fast as possible. I was drinking my mother’s juices; if she was willing to give it to me, I wanted it. I wanted whatever she could give me. I was so hot and excited that I would do anything to please her.
Many of my father’s friends wanted her, and I was having her now. I saw the looks men gave her, and now she was mine. My mother was fucking her son. This could not be incest; it was love.
I could not wait another moment. She finished squirting; I finished drinking. I pushed her legs further apart, knelt in front of her pussy, and rammed my cock home. I pumped my cock in and out; you could hear the suction from her wetness.
I got in the push-up position to watch as my shaft entered and exited her pussy.
“That’s nice, Harvey. I like seeing your cock fucking me. I want you. I want to share myself with you. I will always be available to you.” She was panting heavily.
I got up and stood on the side of the bed. I grabbed my mother by the legs and turned her toward me. I placed her feet near my head. I pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“I like how you take control, son; I am ready for you. You have me so hot and wet.”
My mother placed a hand over her clit and began massaging it. She spread her pussy lips open. Her wet pink pussy was calling me to stick my cock into her. I was on fire. My aunt got me all excited, but this was my mother. Her breasts jiggled from her fast finger movements around and on her clit.
I aimed my cock to enter her. I got the head of my cock into her, then rammed it deeper into her love canal until my balls slapped against her ass.
Our eyes met. I could see her lust in them. She could see how much passion I had for her. I bent down to kiss her. Our tongues again searched for something, everything. I could feel the cum rising from my balls and up the shaft.
“I will cum, mom; I will cum inside you, just like you wanted.”
“Fill me, son, fill your mother with your cum, let me feel you cumming in me.”
My cock was throbbing, my body shaking as I shot my load into her, three ribbons of cum. This was even more amazing than fucking my aunt, and that was amazing.
I stayed inside her; I let her feet down to kiss her again. I stayed inside of her until my cock fell out.
I rested next to her while my eyes flowed along her body. It was a scene I never wanted to forget. She is my mother, my lover, my desire. I only wish I was not going into the military; I wanted more of this wonderful, beautiful woman, my mother.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, son. I hope I was able to satisfy you.”
“You will never know how much,” I said. “My fantasy came true. You are an awesome mom.”
“I hope we get a chance to do this again before you leave for boot camp,” my mother said.
We kissed again.
