My story begins when I was 16. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.
Ever since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way.
I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world. To be frank, most men would not find her attractive. In fact, she’s plain ... she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she’s what you might call a “pleasantly plump” woman. But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world.
The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions. Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo. Or it could be the constant close proximity and the availability that facilitate this attraction
Anyways, one Friday I was making dinner when my mom came home from work. She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her.
“Mom?”
“Yes sweetie?”
“Everything ok, you look like something’s bothering you?”
“Oh it’s nothing Ryan,” she said in a voice that was so obviously full of pain.
“Come on, Mom, I know something’s the matter. What is it? Please tell me, I hate to see you suffer!”
She said, “Well, I had a tough week at work, that’s all.” She was obviously masking her true feelings.
I replied, “Mom, now you and I both know that work has nothing to do with it. Come on, what is it really?”
“Well,” she started to say in a low soft voice, “Today would have been your father’s and my 20th wedding anniversary,” and then she burst into uncontrollable tears.
“Damn,” I thought to myself, how could I have been so stupid! I had forgotten about my parents’ anniversaries after dad had died, I guess thinking that they would only remind mom about painful memories. Obviously, mom had not forgotten. Not only did I feel horrible because I had forgotten the anniversary, but I had also made mom cry. I walked over to her and gently embraced her. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I could feel the shoulder of my shirt become wet at the instant that her face rested there. I kept telling her that everything was going to be all right, that she was going to be all right, that I was going to take care of her. And then it happened!
That familiar sensation had started. I was getting a hard-on. My thoughts were drifting from consoling my very own mother, berieved from my father’s death, to comforting her in other ways. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I was thinking about what she was wearing at that moment. A white blouse, a black skirt, and a bra (I could feel it as I moved my hands around her back). I could see it so clearly now and knew what I had to do. I had to take my father’s place, as the man of the house, the man in my mother’s bed. Dreams were about to become reality, I hoped.
I started to gently kiss my mother’s neck. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. I started to rub her back in a more seductive manner, and I pulled her in closer to me so I could feel her breasts against me. I was losing myself into making my dreams come true. As my hands moved and started to make their way from her back around to her beautiful 38DD breasts, I didn’t notice that my mother had become very still, frozen like a statue.
“Ryan?” she said in a stern voice. I managed to escape the wonderful reverie I was in and pulled away from her. I stared her squarely in the face. Our eyes met. Then as if by some sudden indication of complete awareness, my mother’s eyes broke our trance and looked down. I followed her eyes down to my shorts. My dick was straining mightily to get out. Then my mother looked up at me again and said the worst thing imaginable.
“Thanks for comforting me, SON, but I need to go now.” She got her purse and went upstairs. Though the tone of her voice was sweet and reassuring, those words were excruciatingly painful to digest, especially her emphasis of the word “son.” Now I was depressed.
I couldn’t get out of my mind the feelings I had when I was actually getting hard from touching my mother in a way that society does not consider to be normal. These thoughts lingered with me into the night.
My mom and I had managed to avoid each other for the rest of the night. She just stayed in her room, as I did in mine. I knew I wasn’t going to leave my room anytime soon, for I had some unfinished business to take care of. I had to rectify the situation with my hard-on, so I decided to jack off to the thought of imagining my mother lying naked in the next room. After I came, I cleaned up and somehow managed to fall asleep...
There was my mom, dressed in nothing but a sexy red teddy. She was beautiful. Her creamy, milky white skin was so smooth and luscious. Her lips a perfect pink. Her green eyes staring at me like those of a siamese cat. Her enormous breasts, covered by the teddy, I had to see. I walked towards her, gave her a passionate kiss, and then started to undo the teddy. I started to take the teddy off my mom’s beautiful body, I could see the tops of her huge breas...
I awoke at 3:15 a.m. to the sound of something drop. Damn, I was so close in my dreams to touching those breasts, yet I was unable to. What a bad day!! I listened for the sound again, but heard nothing. I decided to investigate. I got up out of bed and first went downstairs to see if everything was all right. All seemed fine, so I went back upstairs and decided to check up on mom. I slowly opened her door, and there she was in all her beauty, lying fast asleep in her nightgown at one edge of the bed.
I walked in to make sure she was really ok - or maybe I just wanted to get a better glimpse of sleeping beauty - and so I decided to take a few steps closer. After staring at her half naked body for a couple of minutes, I turned to walk to the door when something caught my eye in the dark.
I walked over to the mysterious object lying on the floor next to where mom was sleeping. I bent down and picked it up. To get a better look at what it was, and so as not to wake mom up, I quietly exited the room into the hallway where there was ample lighting. I couldn’t believe it!!! The object I was holding in my hand was a dildo!! I brought the dildo closer to my face, and I smelled something wonderful on it. I took my finger and grazed it against the object, taking a sample of a liquid substance and looking at it closer. Then I realized what it was, and what must have happened.
I realized that this was my mother’s cum on my hands. She must have been masturbating with the dildo, and after she was done she must have fallen asleep with dildo still in hand. She must have let go of the dildo while sleeping, and when it hit the floor, that must have been the noise that had woken me up.
My mission was clear. I WAS going to take my father’s place as the man in my mother’s bed. I threw the dildo aside and walked into my mother’s bedroom. There she was, half naked in a nightgown. I was going to hit that, nothing could stop me. I quickly took off my boxers, all the while my eyes were fixed on my mother’s huge, heaving breasts as she breathed in her sleep. I crept over the the bed and gently got onto it so as not to wake my mom.
She was fast asleep, so I reached over and tried to manipulate her gown so that it would rise along her body, revealing her moist mound of pleasure to me. When I was able to do this, I then moved up and tried to get the top portion of her nighty to move down along her body so as to reveal her enormous breasts. When I was able to do this, I pulled back and just looked at my sleeping mother now. Her breasts showed. Her pussy showed. I was in heaven!!
What happened next is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced!!! I slowly got on top of my mother and lowered myself into her. As my penis entered the very hole from where I emerged years earlier, a warm sensation jetted throughout my body. Yet she still slept.
I lowered my head to her breasts and started to suck on her nipples and kneaded her wonderful breasts. Her nipples became hard in my mouth. Yet she still slept.
Her breasts were so soft and scrumptious. I licked them and sucked them. Yet she still slept.
I decided to inch my way up her body with kisses, and as I did this, my body instinctively made a gyrating motion, as my penis penetrated her hole deeper and deeper and deeper. Yet she still slept.
As my mouth reached hers, I passionately french kissed her. Yet she still slept.
Then I decided to go for it all. I started to pound into her with a fury and strength I never knew I had in me. Pounding mercilessly into her, her body reacted as her vagina contracted perfectly around my penis. Up and down, down and up. I started to moan in pleasure. And wouldn’t you know it, my mother started to moan what seemed to be involuntarily - she still seemed to be asleep.
I decided that she was going to wake up and consciously enjoy this, and she was going to know who was giving her this much needed pleasure. I pounded harder and harder, and her moans became increasingly louder.
Suddenly mom’s thighs spread as wide as they could, giving me all the room I needed for a deeper penetration and her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me even deeper.
“Yes Ryan, fuck your mommy, fuck your girl, fuck ME!!!!!”
I looked up and saw my mom’s eyes wide awake, and she had this huge smile on her face. I kissed her then and she responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth. I had never french-kissed a girl before and this was a huge turn on and intimate on a whole new level.
Mom’s hands guided me in fucking her deeper and stronger. She’d pull me in and rotate my ass to grind on her clit ever few thrusts. I couldn’t hold it for much longer and announced my impending orgasm.
“I’m coming!!!” I groaned as I shot my first load ever into my own mother’s depths.
“Yes. Yes. Yes, fuck me baby, fuck mommy. Make me cum. Oh, yes, yes, I’m coming too, you’re making momma come. Oh, I missed this. I missed it so much.”
Our orgasm lasted longer than I have ever felt when I masturbated on my own. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced yet.
“I love you mom. I love you so much.”
“I love you too honey. And now I love you in a new way.”
“You’re not mad at me for starting this as you slept?”
“No I’m not mad. Deep inside I wanted to do this with you, but being your mother I would have never allowed it consciously no matter how much I wanted it.”
“Then I’m glad I did it. I want you to be happy and I’ll do anything to accomplish that.”
It was 4am by then and our post-orgasmic bliss overtook us and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up to the most intense sensation to discover that my mother had her mouth wrapped around my morning wood and was actively sucking it hard.
“Good morning.”
Mom took her mouth off momentarily to reply “Good morning.” and she went back to sucking.
“Wow mom, this feels incredible.”
“Uhmmm.”
I closed my eyes and put my hand on mom’s head and I felt it bob up and down. I could feel my cock regularly bump into the end of mom’s mouth.
“Oh my god this feels so good!”
Mom didn’t stop. She just continued taking my cock deeper than I thought any woman was capable of. I was sure that she would be gagging on it, but mom wasn’t.
A minute or two later I was about to blow my load and I warned her.
“I’m about to come mom!! I’m about to come!”
Mom did the most amazing thing at that moment. She pushed hard and I felt my cock pass the constriction at the back of her mouth and smoothly slide into her throat. I shot jet after jet of my cum directly into mom’s throat.
I couldn’t really talk after. I had just experienced something mind-blowing; something I’ve never thought possible.
“Wow!”
Mom pulled off my cock which she was still sucking gently on, prolonging my bliss.
“You like that?”
“Wow!”
“I guess you do.”
“Yeah. I do.” I finally managed a couple of words. “But you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. But I didn’t do it for you.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, this was for me. I love sucking cock. And yours is a great one to suck. I loved it too. I had an orgasm as you shot your load down my throat.”
“You did?”
“I did.”
“Wow!”
“Alright, I know this is great for you and you won’t get enough just yet, but it’s saturday and we don’t have food in the house. I need to go shopping as usual.”
With that mom jumped out and headed to the bathroom. I heard her tinkle and then get into the shower. I quickly got up and joined her for our first shower together. It was a lot of fun to soap her soft body and it felt great when she washed me all over.
I couldn’t help test her. Right after she finished rinsing my cock, I pushed on her shoulders.
“Suck my cock, mom.”
She went down willingly and started sucking with great enthusiasm. At one point she put her hands on my ass and urged me to move and fuck her face. I already had my hands on her head, and with her urging I started to push my cock hard into her mouth. At the beginning I was careful not to push too deep, but with her constant urging I lost my apprehension and pushed my cock hard enough to get into her throat. She took it like a champ and at one point, she pushed on my ass to keep me from pulling out and keep my cock embedded deeply into her throat. She kept me in her throat longer than I was comfortable with, but it seems she got off on it. While I was in her throat I felt her knees clamp onto my feet and her hands dug harder into my ass as she seemed to have an orgasm.
I couldn’t help but start shooting my second load in the morning as the idea of her orgasming from a hard face fuck blew my mind.
I thought she was surely going to faint before I finish shooting my load. But no, she kept holding me in. When I stopped twitching, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and took few deep breath.
“Wow mom, are you ok?”
She didn’t answer, but she quickly pulled me back in sucking my softening back into her throat. She cleaned me throroughly.
“You liked that?”
“Liked it? No, I absolutely loved it. You made me worry, but it felt out of this world.”
“Good. Now, time to finish showering and get on with our day.”
Mom pushed me out of the shower and finsihed showering.
Mom left for her saturday shopping and left me home as usual.
I couldn’t get my mind off the things that have happened since the night. Mom has blown my mind with what she did. The memory of my cock embedded in her throat had me hard most of the time she was away.
Mom came back from shopping a few hours later and I helped her unload the car.
As she was finishing putting things away, I couldn’t help myself. I reached and started kneeding her ass cheeks. She didn’t complain and let me fondle her as I wished. Even when I reached under her skirt and pushed my hand into her panties, she just stood still, leaned on the kitchen counter and let me have my way.
I pulled down her panties and quickly shoved my painfully hard cock into her already-wet pussy. Soon the sound of skin on skin slaps filled the kitchen along with mom’s moans of pleasure.
“Stick a finger in my ass baby.” Mom urged me.
“Really?”
“Yes, I love it. Go on. It will make me come hard.”
I licked my right thumb and gently pushed it into mom’s yealding brown star.
“Deep baby, push it in deep.”
I pushed my thumb as deep as it can go and felt mom’s sphincter and pussy launch into a quick series of contractions that announced her orgasm. Her knees buckled and she fell to her knees and pulled my cock from her cunt and my thumb from her ass.
I was disappointed at the loss of contact.
But mom didn’t disappoint for long. After recovering her breath, she turned around and sucked my cock back into her throat in one go until her nose was in my pubic hair.
She didn’t move.
I guess she wanted me to fuck her throat again!
I obliged and soon I was going in and out of her mouth from tip to base as though I was fucking her cunt. I shot my load quickly and my own knees almost buckled from the intensity of the pleasure.
That night I got my cock in mom’s ass and shot yet another load in there.
In one day I went from a kissless virgin to having shot my load six times in the most willing female and it turned out to be my own mother.
Life was good after that. Mom had enough need for sex that matched my own and never refused my advances. Most days I would wake up to her sucking my dick and on the days she didn’t, I would wake her up with a dick in her pussy or her ass. She never complained.
I love my life with my horny mother.