This story is a continuation of Part 1, and all characters participating in sexual acts are 18 years or older. If you haven’t read part 1, most of this will not make sense, so I recommend you go back and read it first.
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Life is good. I woke up to the magnificent sensation of a warm wet mouth on my morning woody. The head of my cock was super sensitive from the night before. My first time with my sister, Maggie, will always hold a place of prominence in my heart. She met and exceeded every expectation I had ever had about fucking her.
“Did you sleep in my room last night, Maggie?”
“No, I slipped back to my room shortly after you fell asleep. I didn’t want to chance Mom or Dad finding us together.” Maggie paused to answer my question then went back to slurping my cock.
“Speaking of Mom and Dad, aren’t you afraid they will catch us together right now?”
Maggie removed my cock from her mouth again and said, “Nope. Mom and Dad are at the country club with one of Dad’s regular clients from the repair shop. I think I heard them say something about joining the country club.”
“Why would they want to join the country club? Neither one of them play golf or tennis. What do they stand to gain?” I asked.
Maggie shrugged her shoulders and kept sucking my cock. She was also tickling my balls with her fingertips. I tried to hold off, but it was a losing battle. I pumped three large squirts of semen into her mouth. After making a show of swallowing my spunk, Maggie cuddled in my arms and answered my question.
“Mom’s position as vice-principal is somewhat political. She needs to rub shoulders with people who can help her stay in the game.”
“Stay in the game? What the hell does that mean, Maggie.”
“Have you ever heard the expression, It’s not who you know but who you blow?” Maggie smiled.
“Are you saying Mom is going to start giving blowjobs to keep her job?”
“Well, not literally, but she does need to get to know the movers and shakers in our community. She must learn whose toes not to step on and who to suck up to when she needs to get something done. Her job is an appointed position, and it can be taken away as easily as some politician snapping their fingers.”
“Why in the hell would Mom want to put up with shit like that, Maggie?”
“Well, she’s devoted her entire life to the Educational System. Now that she is in upper management, a lot of perks go along with the position. I don’t blame her for wanting to enjoy some of those perks.”
“So giving blowjobs is a perk for people in that position?”
“Shut up, asshole. You know what I mean. Being a part of the country club group is a perk. It will enable Mom to learn who’s who in the political circles of our community. The parties Mom will be invited to is a perk, and the power that comes with her position is a perk.”
“Okay, I’m convinced, Maggie. Joining the country club will be beneficial for Mom and her career. Now, do you want fuck again? You got me primed for another round with that wonderful wake-up blowjob.”
Maggie slapped my arm and whispered, “Jimmy, I’m still sore from last night. However, I do want to have more sex with you, but can we do some other fun things that won’t be so rough on my tender little pussy?”
“What other fun things?”
“Well, have you ever licked a girl’s pussy?”
I slapped the palm of my hand against my forehead and said, “Oh fuck, Maggie, I totally forgot about doing that. I wanted to eat you out yesterday just before Mom came home and interrupted us. I was so excited I couldn’t decide if I should finger you to an orgasm or eat your pussy to an orgasm before shoving my cock into you. Unfortunately, Mom came home, and I didn’t get to do any of those things.”
“Well, Mom won’t be home for a while. Why don’t you show me how skilled you are at giving a girl an orgasm with your tongue?”
Maggie rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I had never really licked a girl’s pussy, but I had heard other guys talk about how much girls liked it when they did it. I had also watched some pussy licking on the porn sites that I frequented. It didn’t look complicated, but none of that had prepared me for the real thing. I crawled between Maggie’s legs and, starting at her right knee. I kissed my way up her thigh. When I got close to her pussy I chickened out and kissed my way back down the other thigh to her knee.
Maggie made a gentle cooing sound and ran her fingers through my hair. I waited for a second and then kissed my way back up her thigh and, in silence, sniffed her pussy. It didn’t smell bad at all to me. Some guys said their girlfriends had stinky pussies. Maggie’s smelled quite lovely. Still, I kissed my way back down to her other knee. I didn’t move. I just blankly stared at my sister’s pussy.
After a couple of minutes, Maggie asked, “What wrong, Jimmy?”
“Oh, nothing. I just want to make sure I do this properly. I don’t want to disappoint my big sister.” I timidly answered.
“You’ve never eaten a girl’s pussy have you, Jimmy?”
“What? Why would you say that, Maggie?”
“It’s okay if you haven’t, Jimmy. I can talk you through it,” Maggie offered.
“Well, not really, but I’ve watched people do it on the internet,” I bashfully squeaked.
Maggie politely ordered me onto my back, flipped herself around on the bed, straddling my chest with her legs, and pushed her pussy hard at my face. I gazed up at her pussy while she engulfed my cock in her mouth. When I didn’t react, she screamed, “Lick me, Jimmy, lick my pussy.”
Her head was hovering over my cock, and I was flat on my back, staring into the first pussy I had ever seen close up. The outer lips were dark, but I could see a soft pale pink-colored interior. As I opened her lips with my fingers, I noticed she was wet and ready. I finally summoned my nerve, pressed my face onto her wetness, and pushed my tongue deep into her womanhood, licking hard and long. I didn’t really know what to do, but instinct took over, and with Maggie guiding me soon learned what to do and what pleased her. The sight and smell of her were heavenly, and the taste of her juices was like nectar to me. I was sure I could never get enough of it. I wanted to taste Maggie like this forever.
After a few minutes of letting me fly on my own, Maggie directed me to her clitoris. I found that hard little bud. I flicked it with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth, latching my lips on it. That must have been the right thing to do because she pounded her hips into my face. I buried my face deeper in her pussy, and Maggie screamed as her orgasm caused her to tremble and shiver. She thrust her hips hard into my face as her juices flooded out of her and into my mouth. If I liked the taste of her before, then this was even better. I drank as much of her love nectars as I could, trying not to waste a drop.
All the time, Maggie had my cock deep in her mouth, teasing me with her skillful tongue, keeping me on edge while she enjoyed her own orgasm. I could tell she was tiring but kept sucking me, taking me to the edge of orgasm, and then backing off. I assumed it was another of the tricks she had learned at the sorority house. I don’t care where she learned it; I was enjoying it enormously. Eventually, I had had enough and felt my orgasm build from deep in me, my balls seemed to tighten, and my cock, encased in Maggie’s soft mouth, began to twitch.
“Maggie, I’m cumming. Pull off if you don’t want another mouth full cum,” I managed to gasp, but Maggie seemed to shake her head and kept me in her mouth, grasping my cock to hold me in her mouth. I squeezed her head between my thighs and thrust my hips into her face, and for the second time, that morning came in my sister’s mouth.
Maggie seemed to purr as my cum flowed. She never stopped exciting me with her mouth, tongue, and lips. My big sister swallowed all the cum I could spurt into her mouth, never wasting a single drop just as I had done with her earlier. She drained all of my energy and left me struggling for my next breath.
“Did I do a good job, Maggie?” I was barely able to ask.
“Well, I’d say for your first time, you did an exceptional job, Jimmy. And for your information, that oral-sex position is called a sixty-nine?” she giggled, almost childlike.
We took a long hot shower together, Maggie prepared us a nice lunch, and then we cuddled in front of the TV until we heard Mom and Dad in the garage. I scrambled to the far end of the couch, hoping Mom or Dad wouldn’t read the guilt that I was sure covered my face. Mom was so excited about joining the country club they never noticed my guilty look.
“What did you think about the country club, Mom,” Maggie asked before Mom or Dad could question us about our day.
“I was favorably impressed,” Mom answered, “So much so your Dad and I joined on the spot. He signed up for golf lessons, and I enrolled in a tennis class for beginners.”
I immediately pictured my Mom in a sexy tennis outfit. I visualized her long slender legs, firm little booty, and 36C tits bouncing as she chased tennis balls across the court. I whispered under my breath that I would love for her to be chasing my balls. I know, I know! You probably believe I shouldn’t think stuff like that about my Mom. If you could see my Mom, you’d be thinking the same thing.
“Do we get to have privileges at the club also?” I asked, thinking even if we didn’t have membership privileges, I wanted to be at least able to watch Mom play tennis.
“I’m not sure, honey. I didn’t think to ask,” Mom answered.
“Why would you want a membership? You don’t play golf or tennis, and you have a nice swimming pool in your backyard?” Dad remarked.
I just shrugged my shoulders. I don’t think Dad would appreciate me telling the truth and saying, “I wanted to watch Mom’s cute little ass and bouncing tits when she plays tennis. Or I want to look at Mom’s slender legs and visualize them wrapping around me as I pile-drive my cock into her wet pussy!” I couldn’t say any of those things, so I just grinned and silently enjoyed the tingle that was surging through my balls. Maggie hugged Mom and wished her the best.
We had steaks that night, and Dad grilled them outside. I got a couple of beers from the fridge and joined Dad on the patio. We talked about what was expected of me when I start at Emory. We also spoke about Maggie and Bubba’s wedding, which was to take place after Maggie’s graduation. After dinner, Dad and I watched another John Wayne western. Maggie and Mom settled in the kitchen and paged through bridal magazines.
Later, I lay nestled in my bed, recalling the morning’s event with Maggie, and was just getting ready to masturbate when I heard my bedroom door open and slowly close. There was the sound of clothes rustling, then my covers were lifted, and I felt my naked sister slide into my bed again.
“Maggie, you can’t keep slipping into my room unannounced. Sooner or later, Mom and Dad are going to catch us. Wouldn’t it be safer if I came to your room?”
“Don’t say anything, Jimmy. Just fuck me again slowly and quietly. I need to feel you in me again.”
“I’d love to fuck you every night and every minute of every day, Maggie, but if we keep taking chances, Mom or Dad will catch us.”
“I know, I know, just this one more time, Jimmy. And then maybe tomorrow night you can come to my room.”
“Tomorrow night? My God, Maggie, I never knew you were so horny.”
“I’m sorry, Jimmy, Bubba has been away for so long, and he is not due to come back for at least four more weeks. Please, I need my little brother’s help so badly. I hope you don’t mind.”
Of course, I didn’t mind. I just didn’t want Dad to catch me in bed with my big sister and kick my ass. So Maggie and I made love again, and this time we made love to each other like a seasoned couple. We kept up a slow, gentle rhythm. Maggie was grinding and rotating her hips on me, and I was pushing long and slow strokes deep into her.
There were no wild sparks, or fireworks displays, or screaming orgasms this time. Still, we both reached a very satisfying culmination within seconds of each other. I tried to make it last, but I came first, shooting my cum inside Maggie. She followed close behind me, pressing her face into my chest to stop herself from crying out. Afterward, as we lay there in the afterglow, Maggie said she wanted to stay the night in my bed, but I insisted that she go back to her own room. As much as I wanted her to stay, I didn’t want to take the risk. I was in her bed the next night and the next night, and the night after that. Summer was over before we knew it.
Bubba started his first year in the NFL, and he and Maggie bought a nice condo near her campus. The Panthers are headquartered in Charlotte, North Carolina, a short 200 miles from their condo. Bubba rented an apartment in Charlotte for when he had to be near the team and as a place for Maggie to stay when she came to his home games. In the off-season, Bubba planned to live in the condo with Maggie. After Maggie graduates and they marry, they intend to sell the condo in Athens and buy a place in Charlotte.
I began my freshman year at Emory. Mom and Dad had decided that I should live in the dorm to enjoy the whole college experience even though I was attending Emory close to home. I was skeptical at first but soon adapted to being away from home. I did miss Mom, and on occasion, I would skip class and visit her at her office. I quickly learned that college was different than high school in that no one cared if I missed class. I was considered an adult and responsible for meeting academic standards. If I failed a course, it was on me. Mom was always happy to see me but never failed to read the riot act about missing classes.
On one occasion, I arrived at Mom’s office and found Becky’s office vacant, and Mom’s door closed. Becky is my Mom’s gorgeous PA. I first met Becky just after Mom’s promotion to vice-principal and while I was a hormone-driven senior at the high school. I used to get a hard-on every time I saw Becky. Since Becky wasn’t at her desk, I figured Mom was in a meeting and didn’t want to be disturbed, so I took a seat in the outer office and waited. I soon got impatient and put my ear to her door to see if the meeting was nearing a conclusion. What I heard surprised me.
“Oh my, God yes. Yes, yes, yes! Right there!” My Mom squealed. “Oh fuck yes! Right there! Don’t you dare stop!”
My Mom continued to moan as I eased the door open just an inch. Mom has an antique full-length mirror she uses to check her appearance before attending meetings. The mirror’s position allowed me to see Mom’s desk without opening the door any further. What I saw was shocking. Mom was seated in her highback swivel chair, facing away from the door and toward the mirror. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, and her panties were on the floor at her feet. Becky was on her knees with her face firmly planted in Mom’s crotch. Mom’s eyes were closed, her blouse open, her front opening bra was unfastened, and she was pulling at her hard nipples. I could see Becky’s pink tongue flicking at Mom’s swollen clit. I wanted to push Becky out of the way and take her place. As bad as I wanted to stay and watch, I had the good sense to ease the door closed and make haste to my car. All I needed was for my beautiful, sexy Mom to catch me spying on one of her most private moments. Needless to say, I never dropped by my Mom’s office unannounced again.
There were times when I wouldn’t go home for weeks, but when I did go home, it was always the same. I would see Mom, and those feelings, those desires, would engulf me again. Visions of Becky between Mom’s thighs would flood my mind, and my cock would snap to attention. I accidentally, on purpose, rubbed my stiffy against Mom at every opportunity. And being young and stupid, I tempted fate by rubbing Mom’s firm butt when no one was watching. Mom always acted as though nothing had happened.
Mom never said a word about me touching her butt until one fateful evening while we washed dishes after dinner. She was at the sink, and I was drying, standing beside her. Dad was watching TV, and I just placed my hand right on her butt as usual and squeezed her. She jumped like she had touched a live wire.
“Young man,” she growled. “You keep your hands to yourself. I hope you don’t treat the girls at school like that. Show some respect.”
I didn’t know what had suddenly come over Mom, but I was sure my butt-fondling days with her ended right there. If she reacted that way to my hand on her ass, she would absolutely freak out if she felt my hard cock on her belly or butt. But that didn’t kill my desire to fuck her, not in the least. If anything, it made my lustful desire even more substantial. I did realize that I had to be more patient. I learned never to rush anything with women. I even began asking my dates if I could kiss them before just assuming they wanted a kiss. I moved in for a kiss slowly, as Maggie had taught me many years ago. And, if things progressed well, I planned my next move carefully. I tried to alternate taking the initiative. I found that it was pretty damned exciting to have the woman so horny she would beg me to fuck her.
“Oh, fuck me, Jimmy, please. Give it to me.” Yep, those were the hot words I longed to hear. I wanted to hear those words from my Mom so bad that my balls ache for days after spending time with her.
But you know, it is different when it’s your Mom you are trying to get into bed. No matter how much you want it, there is always that voice in your head that says it can’t happen. It won’t happen. Dream all you want; you’re not going to get it into your Mom’s panties. Fantasize all you want; you’re not likely to get access to your Mom’s pussy. I knew that was probably my fate, but that sure didn’t stop me from dreaming, though. I would consider it a victory if I could just get to squeeze one of her tits.
I don’t think I’m different from most young teenage boys. I was first obsessed with my big sister, especially after she developed tits. Later I became obsessed with my Mom when Maggie went away to college. Once I graduated from high school and started attending Emory University, I began dating college coeds and was even laid by a few. That’s when I became even more interested in my Mom sexually. I thought it would pass. It didn’t. The women I dated had something about them that reminded me of Mom, and every time I had sex with one of them, I imagined it was Mom. When I masturbated, it was Mom’s face I saw. As I said, I was obsessed.
On the weekends when I did come home, Mom would always meet me as soon as I pulled into the driveway, and she always gave me a big hug. Mom, in my eyes, was still beautiful as ever, still as sexy as ever. And because of how she reacted the last time I squeezed her butt, I was self-conscious of the raging boner she caused and would pull my hips back when I hugged her so she couldn’t feel it. I was reasonably sure she was aware of her effect on me, but neither of us made an issue of it.
One Friday evening, when I was getting ready to go out with friends, Mom called. I hadn’t been home for weeks and had phoned her only once. As soon as I saw it was Mom, I got hard. I still get visions of her with Becky, and I also remember getting an erection when I kissed her goodbye the last time I was home. I wasn’t sure, but I think she became aware of my predicament. She didn’t say anything but blushed, and I am positive I saw her sneak a glance at the bulge in my pants.
“What’s up, Mom?” I cheerfully answered.
“I hadn’t heard from you in a while, Sweetheart, and wondered if anything was wrong,” she sighed.
I wasn’t sure how to answer her. How do you tell your Mom that you have been avoiding her because you get so horny around her you end up with a bad case of blue balls?
“No, Mom, you haven’t done anything wrong I have just been busy adjusting to college life. There seems to be a big party every weekend at one of the sorority or fraternity houses.”
“Honey, I know the allure of hot young coeds is great, so do I have to offer you a bribe to get to see you regularly?” she laughed.
I almost said, “Give me some of your sweet pussy like you were a coed, and I will be home every weekend without fail!” But I didn’t. Instead, using my best imitation of a college stud, I asked, “What kind of bribe do you have in mind, Mom?”
I didn’t mean for it to sound so lascivious, but unfortunately, it did. I heard Mom gasp, and she didn’t say anything right away. I held my breath waiting for her reply and hoping it didn’t just strain our relationship.
“What kind of a bribe would it take to win out over those cute little coeds?” Mom finally answered. I could detect a bit of uncertainty in her voice, but it didn’t sound like she was offended. Maybe puzzled but not offended
I released the breath I was holding and enthusiastically shouted, “Well, I don’t really know, Mom. You will have to let me give it some thought.”
“Honey, whatever it takes to get you to visit me,” Mom laughed and then playfully added. “I’m not young and beautiful like those cute girls you see at school every day. I have a big disadvantage over them.”
“Mom, you are not old, and on the contrary, you have many advantages over them, I replied.
“Yeah, sure I do,” she laughed. “I know what young college men like and I don’t have it. I can’t compete with their cute little butts or their firm tits. And I certainly can’t get you off in an isolated spot and make out with you. So you see, I AM at a great disadvantage,” Mom lamented.
I was sipping on a coke and spewed it all over the floor. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Mom was talking about becoming intimate with me as a way to compete with young coeds. She had giggled afterward, so maybe she had no idea of the sexual innuendo that went with her comment. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of how sexually enticing she sounded. Perhaps it was her innocent way of flirting. I wondered if I should just ignore it, or should I make a comment equally enticing? I could always say it was just a harmless joke if she objected.
I decided to chance it and said, “Sure, Mom. If you were to drag me off and make out with me, that would definitely put you at an advantage!”
To my relief, Mom laughed. “I’m sure you would rather be with the young girls rather than your old Mom, Sweetheart,” she giggled, “Come to dinner, and we’ll see if I can compete.”
We both laughed, and I said I’d be over in the early afternoon so Dad and I could watch the Georgia-Tennessee game. When we hung up, I just sat there, baffled. What had just gone on? Was my Mom actually flirting with me, teasing me? I had a flashback to the afternoon I had stumbled on Becky eating Mom out and imagined Mom licking my balls. My cock got so hard I thought it would break. I wanted more than anything to fuck my Mom, but of course, I had no idea of how to make it happen.
As soon as I hung up, I googled ‘How to seduce your Mom”. Yes, there is information on that very subject. The first paragraph said that if you want to fuck your Mom, this article will help you achieve that goal. You’re a man, and men are constantly checking out a woman’s ass and tits, but they should also be watching the woman’s eyes. If you take the time to watch your Mom’s eyes, you would see she has probably checked out your butt a few times. Most psychologists will tell you that it’s not unusual for a mom to be sexually attracted to her son at some point. That’s human nature, and she has also noticed that monstrous bulge you get in your pants while you drool over her cute little bottom.
I don’t honestly think my Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her. I can’t see anyone making love to my Mom but my Dad. She’s not that kind of woman. But the article says I can fuck my Mom if I seduce her first, and if I conducted the seduction correctly, my chances are pretty high. No, not my Mom, I told myself. I read on, and the article says practically any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done correctly in the right setting and at the right time.
If the seduction is done properly. “Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done correctly. I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman, much less my Mom. And how am I supposed to know if she has an unfulfilled need?
The article says you will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is an absolute no, no.”
“I never thought of it that way,” I thought to myself.
And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly.
“Well, I already hug Mom occasionally. So instead of gawking, I should hug Mom more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on the nape of her neck,” I tell myself.
According to the article, the neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Most women love it when someone kisses their neck, where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on a woman’s earlobe is a real turn-on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let your Mom get used to gentle kisses on her neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. And remember to go slow and pay attention to how she responds to different things. If you genuinely want to seduce your mom, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.
But back to the flirting. Was Mom really flirting with me, or was it harmless joking? I found it easier to assume it was joking. But I still hoped it was something more? After I jacked off the third time thinking about Mom, I decided it was probably harmless and meant nothing more than playful banter. Now that I was no longer a boy, maybe she felt she could make adult jokes with me. Yep. That was it. It had to be.
So when I showed up at the house Saturday afternoon, the silliness about flirting was on my mind, and my cock was standing tall. Hard as a rock. As usual, Mom met me in the driveway and hugged me. This time, though, I wasn’t really thinking, and I hugged her tight to me, pressing my hard cock against her. She held the hug a bit longer than usual and then leaned back, with my cock still pushing against her stomach. She looked into my eyes and then leaned forward to kiss my cheek gently.
“Behave yourself, Jimmy,” she whispered with a giggle, “Your Dad is in the den waiting for you. We’ll have dinner after the football game.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass as I followed her into the house. I recalled the article warning against gawking. I am pretty sure she knew I was watching her butt. During a commercial break, I wandered into the kitchen and engaged Mom in casual conversation. I tried to follow the suggestions in the article and concentrated on watching her eyes and not her butt.
I laughed. “Is the kitchen isolated enough for us to make out? We could see if those young coeds have any advantage over you, Mom?”
Mom blushed, swatted my arm, and giggled, “That will be enough of that, smarty. I need to get dinner on the table, you know.”
Mom then walked away to finish setting the table. I am almost sure she gave her butt a little extra wiggle when she walked. She had to have known I was watching. I wondered, was that extra little wiggle a flirt just for me? What was going on with my Mom? I am not used to her being so… so sexual around me.
After dinner, we all went into the den to watch a game show. Dad and I weren’t really into it. Game shows were usually Mom’s cup of tea. Dad and I watched because Mom enjoys them. I noticed Mom disappeared during a commercial, and when she returned, she had on her nightwear, which consisted of short pajama pants and a tee-shirt. That was not unusual, but what was different was that her nipples were poking out quite prominently.
I know what hard, erect nipples mean. The room wasn’t cold so that it couldn’t be that, and that left only one alternative as far as I knew. Mom was excited about something. I am sure Dad noticed and probably assumed they were erect because of him. And they very well could be, but I was still hoping they were the result of Mom and my flirting earlier. Dad probably wanted me to hurry and leave so he could suck on those hard nipples. I felt I should also go because I was on the verge of a massive erection. I didn’t realize my eyes were preoccupied with Mom’s breasts until she cleared her throat to get my attention. I looked up at her face, and she gave me the “Mom Look” that warned me that I was treading dangerous waters. The article did say not to gawk. I thanked Mom and Dad for the delightful dinner and gave a phony excuse about needing to get back to the dorm.
As usual, Mom walked me to my car to say goodbye. We hugged again, and this time I let my cock push against her like before. She didn’t react to it but whispered in my ear. “If you want to make a date for next weekend, I’ll try to serve your favorite dessert.”
“Sure. Anything you have for me will be deeply appreciated and probably the best I’ll ever have,” I said. I intended it as a double entendre, but I don’t know if she took it that way. I was in uncharted territory.
“Oh, that’s pressure,” Mom whispered. “I’ll have to make sure it’s something special for you, then.”
My cock twitched, and I know Mom felt it. And with that, I leaped into my car, dropped it in gear, and backed down the drive. I saw Mom in my rearview mirror caress one of her breasts as I drove away. It looked like she pinched her nipple. My cock couldn’t have gotten any stiffer. I hurried back to the dorm with my thoughts racing. It had to be my imagination. Mom couldn’t be talking about actually making out with me next trip. She was my Mom, and those whispered comments probably didn’t mean the same thing as I wished they did. It was damned exciting, though, and the thoughts of her words kept me awake many nights that week. I abused my cock more than once.
My week went by quickly, filled with challenging assignments, but the thought of Mom and those whispered words, which were probably innocent, changed everything, though. There was nothing I wanted more than to be with Mom again, to flirt and tease if the opportunity arose. I missed her more this week than any other. Maybe I was reading more into the situation than there really was. I need to find another article to explain how a woman’s mind works if such an article even exists.
My Wednesday afternoon computer lab was canceled because of an urgent faculty meeting called by the department chairman. That means I had two hours to kill before my last class of the day. My first impulse was to go to my dorm room and take a nap. But that was a long walk, and my last class is in the building next to the computer lab. I decided to go to the computer lab and finish a personal project I rushed to complete before the Thanksgiving holiday break.
There was no one in the lab, so I dropped my book bag on the floor and fired up a computer in the back row. I logged in with my student password and opened my project. The quietness of the usually busy lab was relaxing. I got more done in an hour and a half than I typically do in twice that time. I still had thirty minutes to kill before my last class. I surfed some of my favorite sites and then decided to check on my Mom. I just wanted to gaze upon her beautiful face for a moment and think about all the ways I dreamed of making love to her. I hacked into the high school network with ease. I was very familiar with the network, having developed much of it when I was a student there.
I went quickly to Mom’s IP address, activated her camera, and found her slaving away at her desk. She appeared to be reading and signing a stack of documents. God, she is beautiful. She has on a white silk blouse that is almost see-through. I can see she is wearing a lacy black bra that just barely hid her nipples. Whoever designed that bra knew just how much to show a man to drive him crazy. Her strawberry blond hair was down and flowing over her shoulders. I started to say boo jokingly, but that would scare her, and I would get an ass chewing. I decided to just watch her candidly for a while before making my presence known.
There was a knock on her door. Mom looked up and said, “Oh, Becky is it two thirty already? I had almost forgotten our appointment.”
Mom laid her pen down and motion Becky to come forward. I couldn’t see or understand Becky’s reply.
“Don’t forget to lock that door, Becky. I sure as hell don’t want someone walking in on us,” Mom said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Oh, fuck was I about to witness what I thought I was? I couldn’t see Becky because of the way Mom’s computer camera is positioned. But I had an unobstructed view of Mom from the top of her head to just below her hips. She opened her blouse, unhooked the front of her bra, and her beautiful tits popped out. Mom caressed both breasts with her hands and then rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She sighed softly as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against her highback chair. I saw hands pushing her skirt up to her hips. Mom raised her hips, and those same hands slipped her panties down and off. Mom took a deep breath and began tweaking and pulling her nipples. A head appeared in Mom’s lap, and I saw Becky’s pink tongue make a long slow swipe up Mom’s vagina.
Mom giggled and said, “Oh my God, Becky, you know just the right places to concentrate.”
I only had a side view of Becky’s face, but I could witness all of her tongue actions. I could tell by Becky’s shoulder movement she was finger fucking Mom as well. My cock swelled to twice its size and was harder than it had ever been. I wanted to masturbate, but I was afraid someone would come in and catch me. If someone did come in, I would only have time to shut down the computer but not enough time to put my cock away and zip up. I stared in fascination as Becky played my mother’s sex as though it were a finely tuned violin. Within minutes my Mom began to shiver and shake and make the same little noises Maggie made when she approached an orgasm. Mom pressed Becky’s face into her pussy with one hand and held her other hand over her own mouth to mute any cry of pleasure from erupting.
I loved those beautiful sounds my Mom made as her orgasm shook her whole body. I often had wondered what she would sound like when she orgasmed. As soon as Mom came down from her orgasmic ecstasy, she pulled Becky in for a passionate tongue kiss. Becky gave as good as she got. Mom held Becky close and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to take your turn in the chair now or wait a bit?”
Oh, fuck! My Mom is going to trade places with Becky. She is going to bury her face in Becky’s crotch. I can’t believe I will see Becky’s tits and watch my Mom lick her pussy. I couldn’t have picked a better time to check in on Mom. Mom slid out of her chair, and Becky quickly took her place. My chest tightened; I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Do you mind if we disturb you?” a voice shouted from the front of the computer lab. “We have a small study group that would like to take advantage of this quiet lab.”
“No, not at all. I was just leaving for another class,” I answered as I rushed to shut down the feed from Marietta High School. I looked at my watch and only had five minutes to get next door to my last class.
And so, the following Saturday afternoon, I was home again. Mom didn’t meet me in the driveway. She waited for me inside the garage just outside the kitchen door. I held my arms out, and she stepped into them. I pulled her against me, knowing there would be no way in hell she wouldn’t feel my hard cock was pushing against her. I wondered if the writer of the article ‘Seducing your Mom’ would approve of my action.
“Honey, your Dad is waiting on you in the den.” She sounded out of breath.
I whispered, “Which do you think I want more? To see a football game with Dad or have a hug like this from you?”
“Oh, Honey,” she whispered in my ear, “Get in there before he comes looking for you.”
I took that to mean I was moving too fast. I needed to slow down and following the suggestion of the article. I was getting way ahead of their advice. I should stop pushing my cock against her and pay more attention to her body language. I should only hug and maybe try kissing the nape of her neck. Remember, I am in unchartered territory.
I kissed the top of her head, and then, like a dumb college kid, I slid my hands down from her waist to just the top of her firm butt. She pushed me away and said, “Your Dad is in there waiting for you. Go on in there before I have to send you to your room.”
She smiled that beautiful smile I had always loved. Then she did what I never expected. She rose on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I watched her face as she neared, and her lips weren’t pursed or even slightly open. It was a Mom kiss, plain and simple. It lasted all of a second then she pulled back.
“Go on, Honey. Please get in there,” she whispered huskily.
“One more,” I said and pulled her back to me.
She pushed me away again. “Oh my God, Jimmy, control yourself,” Mom breathed. “Get in there before he comes looking for you.”
She turned to walk away, and there it was again; she swayed her ass invitingly. She turned her head back to catch me with my eyes glued to her ass. I didn’t care at that point if she saw me looking or not. I had never known that my Mom was such a sexual woman.
“And don’t ever let anyone see what you were trying to do to me,” she said in a parting shot.
I had completely ignored the advice in the article. I hoped I had not destroyed my chances for any future intimacy with my Mom. The rest of the week, I thought of nothing but ways to get my Mom into bed. I needed to find a place to get Mom alone. It had to be just the two of us with no chance of interruption. My first thought was her office, but I’m sure she wouldn’t want Becky to know about us. Hoping to see Mom and Becky together again, I hacked her office computer camera every chance I got but unfortunately, not when she and Becky were secretly meeting.
Thanksgiving week, Maggie, Mom, and I had the entire week off from school because of the holiday. Of course, Dad kept his repair shop open each day except on Thanksgiving day. Maggie and Bubba arrived on Sunday afternoon for the holiday. Bubba only stayed for a few days. Tuesday night, he flew to San Diego for a game with the San Diego Chargers on Thanksgiving Day. For some reason, Mom treated me like a stranger. There was no flirting, playful banter, and absolutely no hands-on contact between Mom and me.
On Thanksgiving Day, we watched the Panthers play the Chargers. The starting quarterback for the Panthers played the first three quarters. He pretty well had the game in the bag by the time Bubba was allowed in the game. Bubba played the last quarter and threw a touchdown pass with one minute left in the game. The touchdown was appreciated but not needed because the Panther led 42-7 when Bubba took to the field. Maggie was thrilled for Bubba.
Following the football game, Mom served her usual delicious Thanksgiving dinner. The desert was exceptional as well. I helped Mom and Maggie clean the kitchen and then had a beer with Dad. When I went to my room to retire, Maggie and Mom were paging through bridal magazines. Dad went to bed about the same time I did. I surfed a bit on my computer until I heard Maggie enter her bedroom. I shut down my laptop, and I took a shower, after which I took a chance. I eased Maggie’s door open and saw her bedside light on. She was lying in bed reading.
“I thought you’d never show up,” she said, putting the book away. “And you’re dressed perfectly for the occasion,” she murmured, watching me walk naked across the room.
“As I hoped you would be for me.” Maggie flipped the covers back to reveal her stunningly beautiful naked body. She had showered and removed all her makeup and was my big sister again. But I knew the other Maggie was still in there. The Maggie who loved feeling my big cock stretch her tiny pussy.
She stood up, and we moved into each other’s arms. Our lips met in one of the most passionate kisses we had ever shared. I wonder if there might be a bit of friction between Maggie and Bubba.
“Oh my god, Jimmy, you feel so good against my skin. Our naked bodies together again. I’ve missed this big fella here,” she said as she squeezed my hard cock.
“Are you sure, Maggie? If Mom or Dad catch us together, there can be a lot of repercussions; not to mention what Bubba may have to say about it.”
She nodded. “I know Jimmy. I know what I need right now. I wouldn’t have given you a signal at dinner if I wasn’t in serious need of your big cock. I want to be with you right now. I always want to be your sister AND your part-time lover.”
I lowered my big sister to the bed and eased between her soft thighs. I needed to be inside her. I needed her just as much as she needed me. After being ignored all week by Mom, I was horny out of my mind. I lowered my head between Maggie’s thighs, but she pulled me back up for a kiss.
“Now, Jimmy, now. Make love to me now. I want you deep inside me.”
“Can I eat your pussy first, Sis?”
“Later maybe, I need you inside me now!” she growled.
Our eyes locked as I pushed into her tight pussy. Her lips parted, and a long breathy mew came out, and my cock throbbed. Her soft thighs wrapped around me and locked me in place. I plunged deep into my sister. She slowly blinked, and her eyes were heavily lidded.
“Oh Jimmy, it seems like forever since you stretched me like this. I’ve never been so….”
“I love you too, Maggie, and I’ve missed being with you. So, don’t talk, just fuck me like crazy. We have a lot of fucking to make up.”
We kissed passionately. Maggie shoved her tongue so far in my mouth I think she touched my tonsils. Then planted her feet on the bed and pushed her pelvis up as I pushed down into her hot wetness. She met me stroke for stroke. Our bodies loudly slapped together. So loudly, I was afraid Mom and Dad might hear us from the other side of the house. Maggie’s sharp nails dug into my back, causing pain and pleasure. It was all I could do not to dump my load right then.
Maggie shifted her hips, and we rolled until she was on top, riding my cock. I took her bouncing tits in my hands and pinched her nipples. She ground down, threw her head back with a guttural wail. I had forgotten how wild she became just before her first orgasm.
“Harder, Jimmy, harder!” She squealed as she banged her clit against my pubic bone.
I pinched her nipples, and while her tits bounced, I pulled at her nipples. My sister loved pain-pleasure too. She leaned over and dropped a nipple in my mouth. I knew exactly what she wanted, so I bit down and nibbled on her sensitive nipple. I tugged with my teeth. She rocked and ground down harder on my cock. My cock rubbed her clit right where she wanted in this position, and it wasn’t long until she shuddered and her cunt clamped hard on my cock. At the same time, I intensified the nipple play. My sister can cum with just nipple play alone.
“Oh god yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Jimmyyyyyyyyyyyyy,” she moaned.
The tight clenching of her pussy on my cock sent me over the edge. I held her hips in place with my hands, drove as deep as possible, and poured my hot semen into her cunt. Maggie squealed in delight and fell breathlessly to my side. I pulled her into my arms.
“Maggie, you are so special,” I said as we lay sweating and panting together.
“I love you, Jimmy. I love you as my little brother, and I love you as my very skilled lover.”
“And that’s why you’re unique, Maggie. You are my wonderful big sister and my special lover too.”
“Oh my God, Jimmy. I truly don’t believe I can live without your wonderful cock occasionally.”
“Will Bubba share you, or will he be jealous?”
“Bubba is gone on a road trip most of the time, and there is no reason he should ever know about us.
That night was one of our many times together over the following year. The coming holidays especially were fun. We even got together in the months before Maggie got married, as we knew that our loving times together had to end soon. But that last night before her wedding day was the time we finally did anal together. No regrets and lots of happy memories together. I was sad Maggie would be in the past, but I knew Mom was my primary quest in the future.
Maggie flew home on Sunday, and Bubba was there to greet her. We all resumed our everyday routines on Monday. I was back in classes at Emory, and Mom was back to her duties as vice-principal. I couldn’t help but wonder how often Becky, Mom’s very personal-personal assistant, was called upon to service Mom’s needs. I used that thought for masturbation fodder practically all week. I couldn’t wait to get back home to Mom for the weekend. My balls were already starting to throb.
Saturday afternoon finally rolled around. Mom didn’t meet me in the driveway or at the back door either. I wondered if our weekend had been called off, and I didn’t get the message. I also hoped she wasn’t going to ignore me as she did during Thanksgiving week.
“Hello,” I called as I entered the garage. “Anybody home?”
“In the kitchen,” Mom answered. I walked in and immediately noticed Mom had on tight shorts and a tee shirt. She was also barefoot and looked sexy as hell. She appeared as sexy as a teenage girl in that outfit. Mom cast a glance over her shoulder and smiled at me. As she turned to face me, I couldn’t help but see that she was braless, and her nipples were standing out like little pebbles.
Now when I look at my mom, I notice specific things about her. I see she is poised and elegant. I admire the curves of her body. Her boobs are magnificent. Her waist is tiny, and her butt is full and round. My mother has a gorgeous face. Her full lips and high cheekbones compliment her stunning green eyes. She never wears too much makeup, and she doesn’t need much if any. Her long luxurious hair frames her face perfectly. Since going off to college, I have come to see my Mom as a sexy woman, not just someone to fantasize about while jerking off. Sure, I had seen all those things before, but they didn’t have the impact they do now because earlier, I had been concentrating only on her tits or ass.
“Dad’s gone to the store to get some more beer. He’ll be right back.”
She turned back to the counter and continued with what she was doing. I followed the article’s advice and walked up behind her, and encircled her waist with my arms. I kiss her on the nape of her neck. I felt a shiver pass through her, and chill bumps rose on her arms. Her nipples were still hard and poked against her shirt.
“Mmmmm… Thank you, honey. I thought I might have hurt your feelings by ignoring you last week while Maggie was here.”
I watch Mom’s eyes as the article advised. And just like it had said she would, Mom’s eyes unconsciously drop to my crotch area and then up to my eyes before turning back to the sink. I misinterpreted that as an invitation, so I twirled her around to face me and made the first move, quickly moving to kiss her. She turned her head away, placed her hand on my chest, and pushed me away.
“Careful, honey,” she whispered. “I mean it. Your Dad has been gone a while, and he’ll be back soon.”
I reluctantly stepped back to say something, but we heard Dad’s car in the drive. Both of us jumped like a bolt of lightning had hit us.
“Go! ” Mom urged as she pushed me away. “Go into the den, turn the tv on and see if you can find a football game.”
She hurried over to the stove and started puttering with something. I knew why she did that. She didn’t want Dad to see her diamond-hard nipples when he came in the door. That would be difficult to explain away. Mom’s hard nipples coupled with my throbbing cock would be more than enough to arouse suspicions.
“Hi, Jimmy. Your visits are becoming so regular you may want to move back in here,” Dad laughed.
I blushed and said, “I don’t mean to wear out my welcome, Dad.”
“Charlie, shut your mouth,” Mom interrupted, “I go out of my way to get Jimmy to come home regularly, and I don’t want you making him think he is not welcome.
“I was only kidding the boy, Betty!”
“Well, don’t kid like that anymore. Go fire up the grill so we can get on with dinner,” Mom said as she pushed Dad toward the door to the patio.
Mom planned for us to have steaks again that night, and Dad was to grill them outside. So, when I heard the patio door slide open, I went into the kitchen and stood by Mom at the sink so we could both watch him cook; Dad’s back was to us. I put my arm around Mom, and she snuggled against me. Her boobs were pressing against the side of my chest.
“I mean it, Jimmy,” Mom whispered. “Don’t you ever let your Dad see you doing anything remotely sexual to me.”
“Oh, I won’t, Mom. I don’t have any death wishes.”
After dinner, we retired to the den to watch a movie. Dad sat in his recliner, and I sat on the couch. Mom usually sat in her wingback chair, but tonight she joined me on the couch.
A few minutes into the movie, I move closer to Mom, and the bare skin of my right thigh makes contact with the bare skin of my Mom’s left thigh. I find that skin-to-skin contact with Mom exhilarating. Everything is fine until I become aware of the heat generated from Mom’s body near my body. There is a slight tingling in my groin. I pray that the stirring in my gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. I feel things may become somewhat embarrassing if my Mom notices my dick getting hard. After a while, my cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. Then I decide that the lump is probably a good thing because the article had said women could get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.
There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV, and I notice my Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. She is also pressing her thigh harder against my thigh. I wonder if she is aware, or is it an unconscious action. I use my peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. The internet article implied that casual touching promotes erotic thoughts when a woman is in an evident arousal state.
I am convinced that her heavy breathing and erect nipples are ample proof she is in a state of arousal, but how can I use that to my advantage? I wanted to check the internet to see what I should do next, but that would be ludicrous. Seducing a woman is all new to me.
I cunningly place my right hand on Mom’s bare thigh just above her left knee. She immediately put her hand on my hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. I feel my cock twitch and my bulge growing. Moments later, I feel a rush of confidence and try to move my hand a bit further up Mom’s thigh, but she holds my hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t indicate that she thinks my hand is out of place on her thigh. My cock is disturbingly hard and needs to be adjusted, but my Mom continues to hold my hand firmly in place on her thigh. I can hear my heart beating in my ears and wonder if my Mom can hear it.
There is a commercial break in the movie, and I rush to the guest bathroom down the hall to relieve the pressure building in my balls. It only takes three strokes to load the toilet with my sperm. I stare in the mirror at myself and wonder if it’s my imagination or if my mother is okay with me touching her intimately. When I return to the family room, Mom has changed into her sleeping attire and is back on the sofa. Mom has on her white thigh-length terrycloth robe. The movie resumes, and Mom cuddles against my shoulder. She presses her braless tit against my arm and positions her head on my shoulder. I take immediate notice of her breast resting against my arm and wonder if she’s doing it innocently or to tease me. My teenage hormones have me so confused I can’t separate fact from fantasy.
Mom loops her arm through my arm, and her braless left breast is resting against my right arm. I wonder what she is wearing under the robe. Is it a sexy negligée? Is she nude? I can feel myself getting hard again. I make a quick adjustment, then casually slide my hand back on Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice my hand’s placement and concentrates on the movie. After what I think is a reasonable linger, I furtively advance my hand up her thigh a couple of inches and give it a gentle squeeze. Mom doesn’t react at all to my slight encroachment. My heart is beating so loud I’m afraid everyone in the room can hear. My heart begins to race. I take a deep breath and inch my hand a bit further. Mom emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to me.
“Oh my God, she is going to let me ease my hand up to her pussy,” I think to myself. The exhilaration I’m experiencing is overwhelming. My throat tightens, and I feel as though I may not be able to take my next breath. I become light-headed and feel as if I may pass out. I glance over at my Dad to make sure he is not aware of my hand on Mom’s thigh. Dad is too engrossed in the movie to notice.
I take a deep breath, hold it for a second before releasing it slowly. I compose myself and glance around the room. Everyone, including my Mom, appears to be glued to another love scene on the TV screen. I make a bold decision and move my hand the final few inches and touch my Mom’s wet panties with the backside of my hand. She stiffens and gasps. I feel her eyes burrowing into my face. She places her hand on my hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. Mom pauses a few seconds that seem much more like minutes. I’m almost sure she will leave my hand resting against her panty-covered pussy, but then she casually moves my hand to my own lap. She lovingly pats the back of my hand and gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened. We sat like that for the rest of the movie. I knew Mom liked it when Becky licked and fingered her pussy, so I thought maybe she would let me finger her and maybe lick her after tonight. Just the thought of that kept me hard throughout the movie. I’m drowning in embarrassment. I can feel the heat from my face turning red. I wonder what I should say to Mom if anything.
The movie ran a little late. When it was over, Dad stood up, stretched, and yawned while saying, “That’s it for me, guys. I’m going to bed. Will we see you next weekend, Jimmy?” He was walking toward his bedroom as he spoke.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, Dad,” I answered, maybe a little too zealously, and laughed. Mom jumped up and pulled my hand to make me get up.
“You’d better go, too, Jimmy. It’s late, and I’m getting too old to stay up much later.”
Luckily Dad was halfway down the hall to his bedroom and didn’t notice my raging hard cock. Mom glanced at my bulge and giggled. I watched Dad head to his bedroom before releasing the breath I was holding. When he had gone, Mom took my hand and led me to the back door. She didn’t say a word but kissed me platonically on my cheek. I tried to pull her in for a better kiss, but she backed up and pushed me away.
“Too fast, honey,” she whispered. “I’m scared. You’d better get yourself back to your dorm before I lose my head and we do something we may both regret.”
What the hell did that mean? I wasn’t moving nearly as fast as she had last weekend or as fast as I wanted. But my unofficial rule was, make the women ask for it. If slow were what Mom wanted, that would have to be okay with me; as long as it got us where I wanted to be. Besides, she wasn’t a young girl who teased and teased. No, Mom is a mature woman. She is my Mother, and I just asked her to do something she had maybe never even considered. She was right to slow things down. I protested her reluctance, of course, but she wouldn’t have it. I was almost to the point of begging her. I was panting like a dog as she pushed me toward the door.
“Maybe you could work us into your schedule again next weekend, sweetheart?” She said as though nothing unusual had just happened.
“Oh, yeah,” I said and leaned forward, trying to kiss her lips this time. “I love you. I really do, Mom.”
“Oh, I know you do, honey,” she said. “Believe me, I know. I’ll see you next weekend?”
I nodded my okay. Mom did not walk me to my car. I looked back at the house as I settled in my car. Mom was already turning off the lights. A tinge of jealousy shot through me. Mom was rushing to fuck the hell out of Dad after I spent the whole evening stroking her libido to a fevered pit. The entire drive back to my dorm, I could imagine her long legs wrapped around Dad, and he was reaping the benefits of my labor. I wanted to cry.
It didn’t take me long to get back to Emory because the traffic was light at that time of night. I went straight to my dorm room and stripped naked for bed. I crawled under the sheets and held my right hand to my nose. I could smell my Mom’s wetness on the back of my hand. It only took a few strokes on my swollen cock to gain relief. I cleaned up the mess and then dozed off into a restful slumber.
I was horny most of the following week. I masturbated nightly, thinking of how close I’d come to touching my Mom’s vagina. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t go home the following weekend because we were nearing finals for my first semester. I had to devote more time to studying. I had to keep my grade point averages up if I expect to keep my scholarship. All that changed when Dad called mid-week and asked if I would make an extra effort to come home for the weekend. He was going camping and hunting in the mountains with some friends he had met at the country club, and he didn’t want Mom at home alone all weekend.
I had never known Dad cared for camping or hunting. I was so excited when Friday finally came. After my last class, I threw some clothes and toiletries in my bag and headed for home. I didn’t want to jinx things by assuming too much, but I did pack condoms and lube. You know, just to be on the safe side.
When I pulled into the driveway and observed the garage door open, and Dad was loading gear into the back of his Jeep Cherokee. There was no sign of Mom. I had never seen Dad dressed in hunter’s camouflage. He looked like a real mountain man.
“Well, don’t you look resilient and adventurous?” I remarked.
“I was going more for the rugged outdoorsman look, I guess. Some of my friends from the country club want to introduce me to wilds. We’re going to a place near the Tennessee-Georgia state line known to be rich with all kinds of wildlife. Maybe I’ll get lucky and come home with a big buck. Wouldn’t that be great if I got lucky with a big buck?”
“Hell, yeah, Dad,” I said. “That would be luck if you bagged a big buck your first try!”
And it would be real luck for me if I got a big fuck from Mom on my first try, I thought to myself.
“Go on in and say hello to your Mom,” Dad said. “I’m about loaded, and then I’m shoving off. I’m sorry to leave you like this, son, but I don’t want to be late.”
“Yep, Dad, you don’t want to be late, okay,” I answered. “We want you to bag that big buck!, Dad.”
I rushed into the house, dropped my bag at the backdoor, and found Mom in the den. She was wearing tight shorts and a knit polo shirt. She obviously had a bra on under her shirt. I supposed that was for Dad’s benefit. Best not to needlessly arouse his suspicions. Oh my God, she looked sexy. She rushed to me and fell into my arms.
“Did he tell you he would be gone all weekend?” She was so excited she could barely get the words out.
“Yep. Dad’s going deer hunting. He seemed really excited.” I kissed Mom, sneaking in a bit of tongue, running my hands down to her butt, and squeezed.
“Oh, God, Jimmy. Take it easy. We’ll have all weekend, no matter what happens, so just take it slow and easy.”
She took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes. I could tell she had something she wanted to say. After a moment of silence, she simply hugged me. We walked into the kitchen, and Dad’s car had already gone. I took Mom in my arms and kissed her again. I took the liberty of giving her a real, honest-to-god kiss with tongue and all. After our little adventure on the couch the previous week, I felt that there were no secrets about what I wanted this weekend. I didn’t hesitate to slide my hand inside the waistband of her shorts and onto her beautiful smooth ass. My idea was to carry her right upstairs to my old bedroom and fuck the shit out of her, but she had other plans.
She had decided to cook her special tuna casserole with crème of mushroom soup. I offer to go to the bakery for a loaf of French bread. My Mom, Betty, is moving about in the kitchen, boiling noodles for the casserole and stirring the crème of mushroom soup when I return with the bread. She has changed into a white polo shirt and a faded denim skirt that hit about mid-thigh. She has her blond hair pulled back in a high ponytail. I think she looks like a college girl dressed like that. I offer to help her with dinner, but she shoos me out of the kitchen by suggesting I set the table. Based on my recent behavior, Mom must suspects my sexual overtures will intensify during our weekend together. She probably worries that she may succumb to my desires. I could tell she had come so very close to surrendering to me many times. She has her weak moments when she probably wants it to happen as much as I do. She appears to be still reeling from the unexpected arousal that had occurred by my touching her private areas during the previous week’s movie.
I am evidently angling toward a romantic setting for our dinner. Mom reluctantly agrees to allow candles for lighting during dinner, but she draws the line at letting me have wine with our dinner. I’m disappointed but insist she enjoys an excellent wine with her dinner. I settle for a glass of iced tea with my meal.
We enjoy a quiet dinner and casually chat about things a mother and son would typically talk about over dinner. Mom has a glass of wine while preparing dinner and a second glass of wine with her dinner. After dinner, we continue to talk and laugh. She pours the third glass of wine. As we speak, I notice Mom is playing with her hair and twirling it with her finger. That’s one of the body language signs the internet article had suggested I watch for. Before I read that article, I would’ve never paid any attention.
I decided to see how many involuntary signals she will give off. She has been giggling throughout dinner, and several times she has touched my arm or hand during conversation. Now Mom is gazing into my eyes and occasionally alternates between gazing at my lips and my eyes. All good body language signs that, according to the article, supposedly indicates she is open to further sexual overtures. The thought runs through my mind that if the article is correct, my Mom may be considering sex with me tonight. I want to find out if that is indeed the case.
After the fourth glass of wine, I note that my Mom is beginning to slur her words and unconsciously stroking the stem of her wine glass as though it were a man’s cock. That article indicated that such action is probably a subconscious signal she wants to stroke a cock. If that is true, I feel she is thinking about stroking my cock. The thought almost causes me to shoot off in my pants. Mom also licks her lips several times and flares her nostrils. All good signs she is at or near a state of arousal. Her pupils have been dilated all evening, but I think that is due to low lighting. If the article is right; she is in a high state of sexual arousal at that very moment. The only way I can confirm that is to get her back in my arms and test the other arousal techniques I had read in the article. I must think fast before the moment passes, but the only thing I can come up with is, “Mom…would you like to dance?”
Mom is taken by surprise. She danced with me when I was a freshman in high school and going to my first dance. Maggie had spent several hours teaching me the basic steps. Mom danced with me a few times to check my progress. The idea of cuddling in each other’s arms probably sounded appealing at that point. She had just poured herself a fifth glass of wine. Her better judgment is screaming for her to pass on the dancing, but the wine says go for it. I can smell her arousal as her vagina apparently moistens. When I think about her body pressed against mine, I get an erection.
“Okay…let me finish this glass of wine, Honey, and clear the dishes from the table, and I will meet you in the den.”
I take her by the hand and say, “Gulp down that last swallow of wine, Mom, and leave the dishes for later.”
She quickly swallows the last of her wine and lets me take her hand and assist her to her feet. When she stands, she is unsteady on her feet, the alcohol rushes to her brain, and she falls into my arms. We find ourselves pressed against each other, our arms wrapped around each other, and our lips only a fraction of an inch from touching.
“We should …” she begins to say, but I lean forward and kiss her. For the briefest of moments, I think she will pull away, but then I feel her melt into my arms as her arms encircle my neck. I kiss her on the cheek, then the forehead, the nose, and finally plant a light kiss on her lips. At first, she doesn’t respond, but then she slowly parts her lips enough to let me explore with my tongue. After a few seconds, she presses her tongue into my mouth, and our tongues wrestle. Our tongues battle and tease each other.
Our kiss is filled with more, much more than the previous kiss. It is filled with closeness, an intimacy we’d never felt before. It seems like we are locked together forever, but it’s probably only a few moments before we break apart, panting. I gently stroke my Mom’s hair as she runs her hand up and down my back. I feel her nipples get hard as they press against my chest. I run my hand up her back to find she is braless. I hadn’t noticed before and wondered when did she remove her bra? My cock is gradually growing into its full hardened girth. I take a deep breath and deliberately push my hips forward until my hard cock is pressed into her thigh. This time she doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t press into my hardness either.
I calmly move my hand under her shirt and caress her breast in my palm. She heaves a low sigh and grounds her pelvis hard against my cock. I think I’m going to climax in my pants right at that very moment. She reaches down and grasps my hard cock in her hand and strokes me through my pants. I nibble on her earlobe and hear her release a huge breath of air and then relax in my arms. My Mom passes out in my arms and goes limp.
I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the master bedroom. I place her on the king-size bed. I stand watching her chest heave up and down as she lay there looking more beautiful than ever. My hands tremble as I remove her shirt. This is the first time I have ever seen my mother’s naked breast. I feel guilty standing there starring at them. I gingerly slip her denim skirt off and finds she isn’t wearing panties either. I realize my Mom was planning on going all the way with me tonight. I suddenly understand what a deer must feel like when a set of headlights lights it up. I couldn’t have looked away from her stunning naked figure even if my life depended on it.
I cup a fleshy orb, lifting its mass. It is like a soft pillow, giving way wherever I press or squeeze. I run my fingertips across the warm flesh, circling and exploring the globe while moving closer and closer to the nipple before moving away and starting over again on the other nipple.
I want to grab them as if they were a loaf of bread and stuff them into my mouth. I want to play with my Mom’s tits and suck on her nipples. I want to pull on them until I almost rip them off before letting them go. I look down at her pussy, which is sparsely covered with strawberry blond hair. I fight the urge to drive my tongue into her. I gently blow across her clit instead. Her clit shows its appreciation by poking its tiny head from the protective hood.
I back away from her bed, just far enough to get a better look at her pussy. It had changed since I blew my hot breath on it, and it reminded me of some of the exotic flowers I’d seen. Her outer lips are swollen to twice their natural size. Her inner lips are visible between the outer lips and a deep red glistening from the moisture that coats them. Her clit stands out, hard and erect, completely exposed, and the opening beneath it opens and closes like someone gasping for air. A thin trail of juices leaks from the base of her vagina. Her juices trickle down between the crack of her ass to pool on the covers beneath her. It is, without a doubt, one of the most exciting things I’d ever seen in my life. The heady aroma of her arousal is almost overwhelming.
I pause, almost holding my breath. I know, somewhere deep inside, that I won’t be able to stop once I start this. My mother is passed out drunk. I want her to enjoy this as much as I. I want to make love to my Mom, but I’m enough of a gentleman not to take her this way. I do the most challenging thing I’d ever done in my life by pulling away from her and sit back, admiring her beauty. Maybe tomorrow, I think.
Every muscle in my body feels like it is made of Jell-O. I can see her taking long, deep breaths as my eyes rest on her breasts. The room is so quiet; the only sound is our breathing. I pull the covers over my Mom’s gorgeous nude body. I finish by leaning over and pressing my lips to hers, briefly slipping my tongue into her unconscious mouth. I turn out the lamp by her bedside and retreats to my bedroom. I fall into a restless sleep, dreaming of what the night might have been.
I woke up to a warm, soft body snuggled in my side. At first, I thought I was dreaming until I opened my eyes and found Mom. I still had to pinch myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Mom yawned. “Thanks for being such a gentleman and not taking advantage of a drunken old fool.”
“I love you, Mom, and would never that advantage of you.”
“Jimmy, I didn’t pass out. I only pretended because I wanted you to have your way with me and get it out of your system. I also wanted to maintain a degree of deniability. You turned out to be the gentleman I knew you were. You only played with my breasts, but that was fine. You could have taken full advantage of me, and I am proud of you for not doing so.”
Mom appeared nervous and anxious. I wondered if she was telling me this because she wanted to go through the seduction. I had to remember to follow the internet advice, take things slow, and hope she gets horny enough to ask me to make love to her. What I want to do is new territory for me. I’m not exactly an experienced mother-fucker, and it’s not every day a mother chooses to let her son have his carnal way with her. We didn’t say anything for a while. Mom occasionally looked up at me and blushed each time.
“I have never cheated on your Dad, Jimmy,” Mom whispered as she timidly glanced up at me.
Yeah… sure… If you don’t count eating Becky’s pussy every day and letting her eat you out when you need it, then no, you haven’t cheated, I thought to myself.
“I know, Mom, and I know I’m asking you to take a giant leap.”
“This is awkward for me, Honey; you have to admit that.” She laughed, and I had no choice but to laugh with her. I didn’t want to appear as though I was only interested in fucking her like she was some sorority girl I met at a party.
“Yeah, I suppose so, Mom,” I answered and hugged her to me.
Mom was beginning to sound like she had regrets about letting it go as far as it has. I took a deep breath and tried to salvage the situation.
“Mom, you have to know how much I want you. How much I’ve always wanted you. How much I love you.”
“I know, honey. I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand. I shouldn’t have led you on the way I have over the past weeks. I just missed you so much and wanted you to come to see me more often. When you first started caressing my rear end and rubbing yourself against me, I should have stopped it then.”
“You did stop it, Mom! You told me to keep my hands to myself and show respect for you.”
“I know I did, but I soon missed your attention and started teasing and flirting with you. That was exciting in itself. I felt like a young girl again. I remember how powerful I felt when I first learned how to make a boy hard as a young girl exploring my sexuality. I felt pretty; I felt wanted, and I felt attractive.
“Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way, Mom?”
“Well, I did in my own way. I started meeting you in the driveway and allowed you to press your hardness against me.”
“You wanted to feel me against you?”
“Yes… and when you responded, I felt guilty and started meeting you in the garage, out of the site of nosey neighbors, hoping you would take it further. That’s when I decided to kiss you on the lips.”
“I remember that kiss, Mom. I felt it all the way down to my balls.”
“I felt it too, honey. When you tried to slip your tongue into my mouth, I wanted more. I wanted your cock in me. I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy; in just about anywhere you chose to put it.”
“Really, Mom?”
“Yes, really!
“Why didn’t you say something, Mom? I’m just a stupid young college kid exploring my sexuality. Hoping to learn how to seduce a woman. It would have been helpful if you had guided me; told me what to do, how to proceed.”
“I know that would have been helpful for you, honey. However, I worried you would lose respect for me. I’m your Mother. I would want to die if you ever lost respect for me.”
Her last words were spoken lamentingly, and I could see she was almost in tears. I thought maybe I should apologize for my behavior and go back to my dorm, but I had promised Dad I would stay for the weekend and take care of Mom.
“I love you, Mom, and I’ll always respect you. You know that, but I’m not your little boy anymore. I’m a grown man. I have the sexual needs of a grown man. And I want you as a man wants a woman. I want to make love to you like a man,” I said softly.
Mom smiled at me and then laid her head on my shoulder. I let her snuggle close and get comfortable. We lay in silence for a while, then Mom said, “Jimmy, I want you to know that I love your Dad very much and would never want to hurt him.”
“I know that, Mom. I see you two together every day. I see you look at each other. I know you are both very much in love with each other, but I love you too and want to express my love to you the same way Dad does.”
“I want that to, honey, but I am afraid to let myself go and give in to my desire for you. I’m so scared your Dad will find out. And I’m worried I won’t be able to give you both what you need. I’m scared you may end up hating me if I go through with what I so dearly want to do.”
I leaned over to kiss her, but she was a little hesitant at first. I felt a shiver pass through her, and then she relaxed and accepted my kiss. I put my hand on her breast and squeezed while we continued to kiss. She moaned in my mouth, and I knew her resolve was weakening. Our kiss deepened, her breathing became rasping, her nipples hardened, and my cock stiffened. Her breast felt so good in my hand.
I squeezed her breast and asked, “Is it okay if I suck and nibble on these wonderful boobs, Mom?” While I said that, I looked into her eyes, and I could see the desire building. She smiled and nodded her head. And so there they were the objects of my lust for so many years. They were now staring me in the face. I lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth while I tweaked the other. They were just the right size to suck and torture with my teeth.
Mom giggled and said, “When you were an infant, it took me forever to wean you off my breasts. Now here I am giving them back to you,” she whispered.
“Just try and take them away from me, now,” I laughed. “Your breasts are delicious, and they’re perfect.”
Mom slapped my arm and closed her eyes as I bent my head down and again took a nipple back between my lips, teasing it gently with my tongue. The infant she had once breastfed now claimed her breasts with a renewed hunger; like a lover, I lusted after them. She arched her back, moaned, and pulled my face to her breast. If I had clamped down on a nipple with my teeth, I could have made her cum just like I did with Maggie when we engaged in nipple play. Apparently, sensitive nipples do run in our family. I found myself hoping I could give Mom a nipple orgasm just as I had Maggie.
I didn’t get that chance because Mom took charge. She pushed me onto my back, saying, “Now it’s my turn,” as she kissed her way down my belly. She looked up at me and blushed. The look on her face was priceless.
“Oh, my God,” Mom whispered under her breath softly. “Did I cause that monster to get this hard?”
I just nodded my head yes. And then she took me into her soft hand and asked, “Is it always this hard, honey?”
“Don’t pretend you never noticed, Mom. It’s almost always hard like that when I’m around you. I’m sure you noticed each time I pressed it to your belly.”
That got a laugh out of her. “Oh, yeah. I’ve noticed. It was hard not to feel that monster against me.”
Then smiling like a kid in a candy store, she did what I had dreamed of so often. Mom looked into my eyes and slowly bent forward. My Mother’s beautiful face, heading for my throbbing mushroom. Holy shit. I reached forward and gently pushed her hair back so I could watch as she kissed the helmet of my shaft.
My penis was now long and swollen, thick and veined, my ball sac full. Mom licked it like it was a lollipop and gently pushed the foreskin off the head of my cock using her lips and tongue. I shivered and sucked in a deep breath. Mom’s smile was classic little girl innocence. She looked up at me as if asking if she was doing it correctly.
“Yeah…yeah! Oh fuck yeah.” I gasped as she licked around my pulsating cock. She bent over me, and with her hair sweeping over my bare thighs, she sucked and sucked. She clamped and stroked and manipulated me, squeezing gently on my balls, tickling the hair on my sack with her fingertips.
She looked up at me again and slowly sucked me in as far as she could. I held her hair back, cupping the back of her head, and gently urged her on. She held me with her left hand and pumped my cock casually while she sucked. I guess most boys probably wonder at one time or another if their Mom sucks cock. I no longer wondered, not only did my Mom give blowjobs, but she gave great blowjobs. Mom was clearly no stranger to sucking a cock. Almost immediately, I blew my load. Mom never paused but sucked relentlessly and swallowed my whole load. Another question answered.
We cuddle a while before I kissed my way to her vagina and dove between her bare thighs. She gasped the minute my tongue touched her vagina and slapped her thighs together, trapping my head. I spread Mom’s thighs and inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, and resumed my tongue actions. I found her g-spot, and at the same time, I sucked her sensitive clit into my mouth. She squealed at the top of her lungs and began fiercely humping my face. Within seconds she sprayed her juices over my face.
Mom pulled me to her lips and began licking her juices from my face. I settled between Mom’s legs, and she took my cock into her hands, pressed my shaft against the entrance to her pussy. Mom had the smoothest, silkiest pussy I’d ever felt. She rolled me on my back and straddled my waist. Mom rubbed her slit along my shaft, smearing her warm, slick ooze over my rigid flesh.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked.
I nodded my head yes. Once I was thoroughly lubricated, she positioned my cock at her vaginal opening and pushed the domed tip of my rod into her wetness, and pushed down. She had me inside her in one swift, fluid, easy move. I rolled her over onto her back, searched for her wetness, and re-entered her soaking wet vagina.
I used my hand and shove the head of my cock into my mother’s cunt, and she gave a surprised but delighted gasp. I knew she wanted me to continue and rammed my cock into her cunt more deeply. She was gurgling and lifted her ass even more. She clutched the sheets of the bed with her fingers, burbling happily as I began to fuck her. My cock moved in and out, slowly, at first, but when the rapture increases, I begin to plunge powerfully, making my mother grunt.
“Oh, Sweetheart… I love the way you feel in me, but are you really sure you won’t lose respect for me? Have we gone too far to turn back?”
I ignore her pleas and push forward further as I savor the feeling of tightness that her pussy provides. I’m overwhelmed with excitement. My cock is buried deep in my Mom’s warm, wonderful pussy. I never dreamed this would ever happen in a million years, but here I am, balls deep in the woman who gave birth to me. I rested all my body weight on top of her while pressing my cock deeper into her tight motherly vagina. I feel the opening of her cervix as my cock pressed firmly on the back of her vaginal wall. I slowly withdraw and then rapidly shove back into the warmth. I do this over and over. I want it to last forever but can feel an orgasm boiling deep in my balls. In and out. In and out. Nothing has ever felt so good. My Mom has stopped resisting and is meeting my thrust with her impetuous thrust. Our passion builds along with the speed of our thrusts. I want to prolong it, but my sperm is already rushing to the top of my throbbing cock.
“I’m about to cum inside your pussy, Mom,” I say while working my hard cock in a circular motion as the pressure builds inside me. I can feel my heavy ball sack tightening as I continue to penetrate her deeply.
“Please don’t do it… Please don’t cum in me! I’m not on the pill because your Dad had a vasectomy after your birth. I could get pregnant. Honey, please think about what you are doing!”
I ignore her verbal pleas and drops all my weight down on her as my body completely envelopes hers. I begin to drive my cock inside her as my hips continually crash down on her small frame.
“I can’t have your baby, I! Please don’t do it! Please, I’m begging you, Sweetheart!! Please listen to your Mommy.”
Her words leave her mouth mixed with strong gasps for air. I then grunt as my ass tightens, and my cock begins to twitch and spasm violently. Enormous streams of my sticky semen crash into her vaginal walls as I pulsate hard over and over inside her. Mom’s body instantly reacts as she screams while bucking wildly beneath me as she responds to every decisive spurt. Deep guttural groans leave her mouth as I paint her vaginal canal with my sperm. It triggers her orgasm.
“Oh my god, I! Oh my god, I! Oh my god, I!”
Mom’s screams are accompanied by very intense body spasms and graceless body movements. Her arms are also flailing up, down, and to the sides. I see ripples go up and down my Mom’s stomach. Her head tilts far back, then side to side. It is the strongest orgasm I had ever seen in a woman. Her vaginal muscles are working at warp speed. Her vaginal walls clamp down on my cock multiple times as she milks every drop from me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mom, squeeze your pussy tight. Draw my seed from me. Use your body to milk me and drink it all in.”
I bellow loudly, mixed with my grunting as my sperm fills her wanton pussy. Over and over, my cock pulsates in what seems like a never-ending orgasm.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” I roar as my taut, muscular body strains while filling her.
It begins to slow as my orgasm begins to wind down. I lift myself slightly in a push-up position as I squeeze my ass cheeks one more time to deposit the last drop inside my Mom’s hungry pussy, before rolling off her.
“Oh my god… I, I, I never… I can’t believe it! Nothing like this has ever happened to me, I! I have never experienced… I… Honey!”
She gasps while struggling to speak. She wants to be angry with me, but she also wants to thank me for the greatest, unsurpassed fuck she had ever experienced. She tries to speak but can only gasp a few intelligible words.
“That was… I never felt anything like… I… I… I never came like that before in my entire life, I!”
Mom is almost in tears. She struggles to calm down enough to get her body under control. Her breathing takes a while longer. Her legs squeeze tightly together to keep my hands away from her satisfied pussy. She is gasping for breath and still moaning – more like loud sighing. My hands keep feeling her breasts and her legs. She reaches her arms up and wraps them around my neck, pulling my head down to hers. Not kissing, but tight, tight hugs.
“Thank you! Thank you, I… I!” She says several times.
I’m so happy that I could help my Mom experience an obviously satisfying orgasm. It sounds like she may not have ever had an orgasm that powerful. I feel a sense of pride envelop my body.
“Did I do a good job, Mom?”
“Yes, you did, Dear, and it was the best orgasm I have ever experienced.”
“Was I better than Dad?”
“Let not go there, honey. Let just say it was good enough to warrant an encore. Many, many encores!”
I held her tight as we both drifted into a peaceful slumber. It was just before dawn between twilight and the morning sun when we awakened. She kissed me, and we made love again. She asked if I wanted breakfast, and I happily declined in favor of making love to her. Saturday came and went without us, ever leaving my bed. Sunday morning, we showered, ate a good breakfast, and returned to my bed. After a light brunch, we showered again and began to put the house back in order.
Dad got home around four o’clock. He was elated to have killed at six-point buck. My friend promised to dress the deer for him and deliver the meat later in the week. Dad and I drank a beer on the patio as he bragged that no one could have had better luck than him. I chuckled to myself and thought that I had. I had never seen my Dad so animated. By the way, he kept looking at Mom; I didn’t know if he was excited about the hunting trip or that he missed Mom and couldn’t wait to get her in the sack.
Mom offered to fix Dad and me a sandwich, but I begged off, saying I needed to get back to the dorm and study for finals. I went to the bathroom and drained my extremely full bladder. Dad had Mom pinned against the kitchen sink with his crotch against her firm booty when I came out of the bathroom. Mom giggled like a schoolgirl as Dad nuzzled her neck and chewing on her earlobe.
Mom didn’t walk me to the back door when I left but simply called out from the kitchen, “I love you, Jimmy. See you next weekend?”
“If you’ll have me,” I called back. “I love you, too.”
TO BE CONTINUED