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Fun Fun FunSubject: Auntie, Mom’s Friend and MomFrom: Clue Master Date: 1997/01/29Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.i****t——————————————Auntie, Mom’s Friend and MomAn erotic storywritten by AnonThe first awakenings of my sex drive happened when I was about 12.My first memories of experimentation’s with sex were over my AuntMary. This woman was my uncle’s ex wife, a woman I always recognized asan undeniably beautiful woman, in a plastic sort of way. I never seemedto recognize that her body was probably never as good as I’d imagined,at least not until later years, but it was over her that I had my firstfantasy. I remember the very first time I blew my load. Mary hadactually been in our house that day. I was home from school, forwhatever reason, perhaps a holiday, maybe sick, maybe a Saturday, butMary was there. I’d noticed over the days before that my cock becamehard, and it felt good to stroke it whenever it got stiff. The house wassmall, tiny in fact, but whenever my mother’s friends, of whom Mary wasone, came to visit, they would spend most of their time in the tinykitchen, talking and laughing and doing whatever stuff it was thatadults did to keep themselves amused, so it seemed to me. It was easyfor me to tell when the women in the house were moving about. It alsohappened that women were there quite frequently, as my mother was aseamstress who did quite a lot of work for friends.So it was this day that Mary was over, and I’d found that rubbing mypenis felt quite good. In fact, while sitting in the very room next towhere my Aunt Mary and my mother were talking, I felt the urge tocaress myself. I slowly unbuttoned my pants, not at the momentrecognizing how dangerous that might be, and unveiled my erection,which had happened at the thought of Mary. I started to stroke myself,first slowly, then with more and more urgency, until within only aminute or so, I felt a release, and a tiny bubble of whitenessspewed from the tip of my dick. God, this felt wonderful! The sensationwas the first of my life. And it had come over my aunt!I had copies of Playboy under my bed. Now that I knew what thesensation was like, I knew what my cock was really for. I’d of courselooked at the pictures before, but they took on new meaning then. Itwas even later that day, or perhaps night, that I slid the ‘dirty’magazines out from under my bed, and looked at the centerfolds withnew eyes. I was on my bed, on my stomach, looking at the gorgeousbreasts, the mysterious hair that had always fascinated me (and stilldoes) which looks like a triangle between these women’s legs. And Ifelt my cock stiffen again. It felt good to feel the pressure of mythickening dick against the mattress. I wondered what it would feellike to expose my throbbing cock to the light fur bedspread under me.I thought of my Aunt Mary, the strawberry blond hair that looked sowonderful, the triangle that I wished I could see that was probably thesame color, and unzipped my pants, and pulled them down, allowingthe shaft of my cock to meet the fur of the covers. Again, I startedmoving my hips, and thrusting and dreaming of my sweet Aunt, andstarted pumping more and faster and faster until I felt a sweetrelease, and a big load of white came out of my dick, and I waspleased…I was happy with this, and found that the feelings I had were morewonderful when I thought of my Aunt Mary as I rubbed my dick against thecovers, for days on end. In fact, I’d discovered an even better way tosatisfy myself. Putting my stiff cock between a fur covered pillow andthe bedspread, and sliding my aching cock in and out between them, untilthe release came. God, it felt unbelievable!Well, as I said, my mother was a seamstress. And she had manyfriends who needed work to be done. And in these days, the womenwho came to have their wares made became to regard me as justanother piece of the furniture, so to speak. I think they often forgotin fact that I was a boy. So I got to see things that were more than Iought to have seen and still keep sexual thoughts away from my everhorny mind.My favorite of my mother’s friends was a woman of about her middle40s, which described both her age and the size of her chest. Her namewas Ginny, and she was impressive in my young mind. She was short,jet black hair, a tight, perhaps even flattish bottom, but tits thatwere huge and so noticeable that I’m sure I had been aware of them evenbefore my sexual interest. I’d had the pleasure of seeing her runaround in a state that no red blooded boy should have to see and notbe able to relieve himself, which, after my discovery, I was doingregularly.But there was one day that would live in my mind. Ginny was over,and getting some new top made. It was her custom, being somethingof a brazen and lower middle class woman, that she’d just take off herouterwear and be not the slightest bit conscious of her…appearance. Iwas sitting there, on the floor, looking up, and almost gasped as Inoticed something I’d never seen before on this goddess- like womanin all the times I’d seen her in various states of undress. I looked upand saw a sheer bra that encased those lovely breasts ever so gently,and saw to my amazement that the sheerness exposed her aureoles, darkand half dollar sized, absolutely perfect to match the size and shape ofthose gorgeous melons. I couldn’t stand it, and slipped off to mybedroom, where I immediately pulled off my pants, listening intently forany telltale footsteps signaling trouble, and proceeded to take my cock,now stiff and trembling from the sight of those massive orbs that I nowwanted to suck more than anything in my life, and started to strokemyself harder and harder until the come splattered from my dick in anexplosion of ecstasy. Oh God, oh God, Ginny, how I’d love to feel mylove pole inside your sweet pussy…I’d never forgotten the mystery of the dark triangle, either. It had notescaped my notice that the utter blackness of Ginny’s hair hadextended itself to the hair between her legs. Every chance I got,which were not nearly as many as I would have liked, I stole glancesat her pubic area when she was in panties, the large, womanly kind,not the bikinis I’d experience in later life. I’d look for those straywisps of blackness coming out from under those white sheer panties,and become excited.I’d found my new fantasy. Every day, I’d dream of undressing Ginny,looking at that incredible body, touching it, feeling it, licking itkissing it, and fucking it. And every chance I got, whenever I washome and she was over at the house, I’d close my bedroom door, andlisten through the reverberating of the house for the voices of Ginnyand my mother, and pull down my pants and stroke my cock while Ilistened to the voice I wished I would hear in my ear, urging me tofuck her harder…I was always careful to listen as closely as I could to the sounds ofthe footsteps, which came and went often, as the full length mirror withwhich the women always looked at themselves as they tried on the newclothes was inside the closet door which was right outside my room. So,nervously, I always listened, worried that one day there would be aknock on my door and that I’d embarrass myself. One day, ithappened. Ginny was over and she was trying on a new hot pants outfit,which I knew from experience made her look incredibly fuckable. I heardthem in the kitchen, Ginny and my mother, then heard very little. Amoment later, there was knock on my door. I had, of course, my stiffcock out of my pants, this time, as circumstances would have it, beatingaway without the pillow using the friction of my hand, pulling at theskin, and as I tried in vain to stuff it back in, the door knob twisted,and the door opened. There, in the door way, was Ginny, black hot pantson and her sheer bra.God, what now? I stopped, looked up in embarrassment. Ginny lookeddown at my shrinking cock, just stood there looking for a moment, noexpression on her face, perhaps the trace of a smile on her lips. As Iturned to try to hide my penis, she said, “I was just coming in to askyou what you thought of this new outfit.” To which I replied in amumbled voice something about it looking good. What was I going todo? My mother was going to find out now, and how would I stand thehumiliation?I buttoned my pants, and sat down, numbed. Figuring the worst, I waswaiting for another inevitable knock on the door expecting to have toexplain himself. Moments later, I heard voices in the kitchen, tooembarrassed to even try to listen. The voices seemed to go on for avery long time, and I couldn’t imagine what the two women couldpossibly be discussing for so long a time. I was beating it, and thatwas all. Presently, I heard the back door open, and someone go out, acar start, and pull out of the drive. Now I’d had it, I was thinking,Ginny’s gone, and my mother is going to let me have bakırköy escort it.There was that knock on the door. God, I thought. “Yeah, come onin,” I said in resignation. The door opened, and I was in shock. Therestood Ginny, still in her black hot pants, but that was all. Thosegorgeous tits, that I’d dreamed of for months now, were unholsteredfrom their sheer bra, hanging free, the nipples dark against her paleskin, the beginnings of erectness at the tip. I was speechless. Despitemy shock, the desire for this woman took over my surprise. She stoodthere in the doorway like the sultry bitches I’d see in later life,pornographic movies. Her voice, a bit gravelly as always, said “Well,what do you think?” I didn’t know what to say. “You’re mother and Italked over what I found you doing. It’s not a secret to her, you know.She hears your bed creaking as you play with yourself. I told her what abeautiful cock you have, and we talked about it, and Iconvinced her that it was about time you had the chance to use it. I’vesee you looking at me when I’m undressed. I know you want to fuckme. Your mom told me your dad is out of town, and she said she’d goout for a few hours and leave us alone. Now, do you want to let mesee that sweet penis, darling?”Almost literally, my jaw dropped. I saw this vision slowly movingtoward me, those luscious mammaries bouncing together as she movedto me. “Pull you pants off,” she said, almost demanding. I did whatshe told me, now showing her my naked cock, now standing stifflyagain. She came over to me, and knelt down. She took the shaft of mydick, actually now harder than it had ever been before, and started tostroke it. I lasted all of about a minute before spewing into her faceand hair, as she’d kept herself that close. She loved it. Being as youngas I was, my dick stayed hard. She obviously wanted more. With some ofmy come still on her face, she leaned closed, and started to lick thehead of my still swollen dick. Her tongue went all over, then up anddown the shaft, until I came again, in her mouth. I wanted her badly.She stood up, and gently pushed me into a seated position on my bed. Shemoved her big pretty tits into my face, and urged me to suckthose huge dark nipples which were harder than I would have imagined.Then, she slipped off the hot pants, along with the panties I’d wantedto see her out of, and let me stare into that thick black bush that I’ddreamed of for months.She told me she wanted me to lick her. I didn’t know exactly what shemeant. But she showed me. She lay back on my bed, and spread herlegs. It was glorious, looking a that cunt, which was glistening withwetness. “Be careful, and put your finger in me.” I did. “Go in andout.” And I did, faster, as she started breathing harder. “Oh God, takeout your finger and lick where you were fingering,” she panted, and Idid, tasting my first musk, which I then didn’t want to stop. She buckedand swayed, and then, right when I couldn’t stand it any more, she said”Get on me and fuck me, you little fucker.” And I fucked her wildly,while she lay back and moaned and came. I fucked her about 4 times inthe little bit of time we had that day.After the experience I’d had, I was sexually in love with Ginny. I wassure I’d always want to fuck her. I’d finally gotten to see every inchof that delightful wench that I’d always dreamed of. She was far fromperfect, of course. I saw the bulge of fat around her belly, which I infact found sexy. Those tits I’d seen as perfect were heavier and hadsome stretch marks, her legs had cellulite, but none of that mattered.I’d eaten, sucked, fucked her, did everything a man can do to a woman.I wondered how I’d be able to face my mother, though, even though itsounded certain that she’d given her ‘blessing’. The phone rang, and Ipicked it up. My mother, oh God. But she was short with me, wantedto talk to Ginny. I handed her the phone, heard some words, and shehung up. “Your mother will be home in 10 minutes. She’s tired, wanted toknow how things went. I’m going to get dressed and meet her outside.””Can’t you stay and be with me when she comes home?,”I asked, not wanting to face that alone. “No, it will be okay. We’ll bedoing a lot more of this. I need to talk to your mom about that,alone.”Great. She dressed, stood there in front of me, made exaggeratedmovements designed to show me more of her tits and that deliciouscunt, let my run my hands through her pussy hair before she put herpanties on. I didn’t want her to leave. But I heard my mom’s car pullin, and she was gone. I stayed in my room, not wanting to face mom.Later on that evening, I had to venture out. I didn’t know what myfirst encounter with mom would be like; I was very nervous. But itwasn’t any problem. She was sitting on the sofa, and when I walkedout, all she said was “I was wondering when you were going to comeout of there.” And she smiled a bit.I knew my mom had known about my masturbation. At least once,she’d knocked on my door when I was shaking my bed, and I’d heardan admonition beyond the door to stop doing that. She knew, all right.But it wasn’t like I lived in a particularly prudish family. Nuditywasn’t unheard of in my house. I’d walked in on my mother in thebathroom many times, and she’d not made any particularly big dealabout my looking at her breasts or the rest of her body, although shewould not be obvious, and covered herself relatively shyly. But I wasnaturally curious about the female body, and she wasn’t about to lether hang-ups get in the way of normal healthy development. I’d heardthings in the past years about my mother, offhand comments by myfather, words that as I grew older led him to the conclusion that mymother was not a very sexual being, didn’t like sex much, wasn’tmuch interested. But I’d seen enough, of my mother’s body, oftenenough, to know that she was built rather nicely for sex. She was indecent shape, mid 40s, like Ginny, big breasts, though not nearly asbig as hers, brown hair that darkened in the pubic patch. I’d alwayswanted to stare more between her legs, but I could never do it, as Icould never have been that obvious. Yes, she was okay, as a woman,though I’d never thought of her in that way.But my experiences with Ginny kept going. Ginny would come overwhen my mother knew my father would be away, and there weretimes when Ginny would come to get me to take me back to her housewhere we would fuck and suck until I couldn’t get it up any more. Shewas the world’s best fuck, I thought, and I loved her, or at least mycock did.So it was even more amazing when something new and differenthappened in my life.One night, when I was reading in my room, I’d heard my motherrunning her nightly bath water. Quite ordinary. I heard her slip intothe tub, heard the splashing of the water, thinking nothing of it,maybe thinking of my sweet Ginny. Again, my father was away, and Ifelt I should have done something about getting Ginny over, but Iknew she was working this night. Maybe I’d get to fuck her later onin the week, I thought. And again, I heard the slip and slide of mymother getting out of the tub, heard the sounds of her preparingherself after her bath, and kept on reading. A few minutes later, therewas a knock on my door. “Can I come in?” “Sure,” I said. My mother waswearing the usual bathrobe, the one she always wore in theevenings after her bath, the one she wore as she sat on the couch andwatched TV. I wasn’t worried about some embarrassing talk aboutGinny coming from her anymore. I felt that the three of us had cometo a common understanding. So I was a bit surprised when she satdown on my bed across from me, and started asking questions.”I know we haven’t spoken about this before, but I was wonderinghow things with Ginny are?”I wasn’t sure what she meant, and I was getting very nervous all of asudden. God, what if she’s decided it’s wrong and I can’t fuck heranymore?, I thought.”Well, what exactly do you mean, Mom? I mean, she’s great. Youknow what we’re doing, right? I mean you guys talked about it thefirst night she was here, and I thought everything was cool, and…””You must really think she’s something, though, to want to be withher all the time. I would have thought a girl your own age wouldinterest you more, wouldn’t have thought a 43 year old woman wouldget you that hot…””Mom, it’s kind of embarrassing to hear you say a woman gets mehot, ya know…””It’s true, isn’t it? I mean, if she didn’t, why would you want to spendso much time with her? She’s told me everything, you know. It’s not likewe don’t talk…”I was beginning to feel something. I heard some subtle, maybe not sosubtle things in my ears that were going right to my dick, and I waswondering how I could be having these twinges in my crank with myown mother in the room. “Well, what is it that you talk about?””Ginny likes to get into it. beşiktaş escort You know that she’s like a truck driversometimes with her mouth. Maybe you like that, too. But she says howmuch you like to…suck her boobs…””Aww mom, I don’t want to hear you talk like that…””No, no no, it’s okay. In fact, it’s more than okay. I want…I need…”She stumbled over her words “Something from you. When you come in thebathroom with me when I’ve been undressed…”I protested, “No, I’ve never…””Let me finish. I know you look at me…””No, ma, I haven’t…”Her tone became just a bit more firm. “Now listen… It’s okay,really.” Then she dropped her tone to soothing. “In fact, I like it.Now if you’ll let me finish, I want to tell you what I want… I knowyou think Ginny’s boobs are beautiful, she tells me you tell her thatall the time.” Mom looked up, and gazed intently into my eyes. “But Ithink mine are just as nice. What do you think…?”Mom slowly stood up, sliding off the edge of the bed. She still had onher old robe, but after she came to her full 5’4” height in front ofme, about 3 feet away, she opened the robe, and let it slowly fall tothe floor as she pulled it back off her shoulders, revealing those titsI’d seen only in passing. She still wore the same kind of white pantiesthat Ginny wore, and that I knew she, my mother, always wore, but I wastoo utterly blown away to even notice them.I sucked in my breath. I couldn’t say anything. “Well, what do youthink? Are they as pretty as Ginny’s? I know they aren’t quite as big,but they’re probably firmer…” she said in a low voice, as seductive asI’d ever heard her.I looked up, and saw those suckable nipples, almost as big as Ginny’s,on the end of a pair of tits, not like those I would see in Playboy orPenthouse or Hustler, but ones I would call in later life ‘real tits’,full and not perfect for a magazine but perfect for fondling andkissing and licking and sucking…”But…I don’t understand…” I gulped, “what do you want…? Whatabout Dad?” I stared long and hard at those nipples, and my cockbegan to grow in spite of myself.”Well,” she said, “Ginny and I talk, like I told you. She tells me thatyou absolutely love to suck her nipples. I…I’m not sure how to tellyou this, but I absolutely love to have my nipples sucked. Yourfather,” she seemed to be unhappy with the word, “doesn’t like to doanything like that… And Ginny tells me how wonderful it feels…” Asshe spoke, she started to almost u*********sly place her hands undereach breast and ever so slowly and gently lift them, ever so slightly,as if to offer them to my mouth, and I was by then beginning to shakewith nerves and desire.”I know that want to be with Ginny every day if you could,” she said,”and you can’t be. I know you play with yourself all the time, thatyou want sex all the time, and I’d love to give you the chance toexperience at least some of what you get with Ginny whenever youwant it. I’d like to let you suck my nipples whenever you want to, andyou can play with yourself when you do, and I won’t care… Youdon’t have to pretend to hide that from me anymore…”I couldn’t stand it. I reached out my arms slowly, and my mothercame to me. I was in my chair, and I parted my knees so that shecould come close enough for me to gently take her left nipple in mymouth. “Oh God…” I wanted to say, and my mother said it for me…I kissed it gently, then my tongue lightly touched the very tip, andfrom there, I started to swirl my tongue ever so gently around moreand more of the nipple and felt it grow against my tongue. In the backof my mind, I could not believe I was licking my own mother’s tit,but it was good, better than good, better than fantastic. I started togo from licking to sucking, first very tenderly, then with increasingpassion, until I was breathing heavily. Then I took my mouth away,and, being utterly carried away and not thinking what I was doing,said to her “Mom, I want you to sit down, let me get on my knees,and suck you”. She backed away, and I reached up my hands and tookhers as I stood up with the biggest pole under my shorts I’d ever hadin my life. She didn’t look at my cock under my pants, but just lookedin my eyes, as she turned 180°, and I helped her sink into the chair. Iinstantly was on my knees, and sucking as if for my life. She took herhands and ran them through is hair, her neck arched a bit, not overlyso, but in obvious pleasure. “Suck me, suck me, baby”. I sucked andsucked, and finally had to take my cock out, which I was starting tobeat in a heavy rhythm, until I came with a sigh… Only then did Ilean back on my haunches and take in the sight of my gloriousmother, leaned back a bit in my chair, nipples erect and hard and atattention, her face flushed, her breasts full. I’d noticed before, butreally noticed now, the fullness of my mother’s belly, never the flatboard of the hard bodies, but it was beautiful. I knew I wanted toexperience that navel which was below the panty line, the spot markedby a flat spot stretched taut… But I felt I already had gone as far asshe would let me.”Mom, how was that?” I breathed.”Wonderful,” she sighed, “but I need a lot more sucking than that…,”and I went back to work and licked and sucked until my mother’s backarched with pleasure and she cried and “hmmmm”ed after what mayhave been her coming… I never thought Ginny would be outdone, butjust my mother’s breasts were enough to convince me that she wouldbe the best sex of my life, ever…I stopped suckling, and just laid there, my head lightly against one ofher breasts. She held me against her. “You can have me like thisevery day,” she said. “Every day, after school, whenever your fatherisn’t home, anytime… I love you.” I wasn’t sure how I was going tosleep knowing my beautiful fucking mother was in the room next tomine…Well, she was truly beautiful, my cock felt that for sure. Every daywhen I came home from school, I’d come in the door, look my motherin the eye, take her hand, and lead her to my bedroom. We got to thepoint where it was almost as exciting for me to unbutton her blouse,turn her around, unhook her bra, and start fondling her tits, as it wasto suck them. The anticipation was tremendous, every fucking day. I’dwalk into the house with a huge hard on, and eventually, I’d evendrop my pants so I was naked from the waist down while I strippedmy mother to her waist. There were days before I’d undress her thatI’d come up from behind her, kiss her neck, tongue her ear, and feelher boobs through her top, and started the slightest pushing with myhips into her ass. She was always a little defensive then, wanted onlyher tits to receive attention. Bu that attention she loved more thananything, I think she was in love with my mouth.And I had the freedom that I never had before. I used to have tolisten, hardly breathing, whenever I stroked himself or beat offbetween the pillows, afraid I’d get caught, but now, not only did I nothave to be furtive and hide, I could do whatever I wanted to pleasuremyself with my door wide open. Even better, there were days when I hadto relieve himself even after sucking my mother’s gorgeous lobes, and Iwould go out to her, tell I was going to play with myself, and she wouldmost often come in my room to watch. I hoped for more, of course, eventhough I continued to fuck my ‘girlfriend’ Ginny.One day, after many weeks of suckling, and having always done nothingwith my cock but stroke it myself, I thought I’d try somethingdifferent. I knew my mother enjoyed looking at my cock, but she’d neversaid anything about ever touching it herself. Well, I wanted her to dosomething for me. After a particularly intense sucking session, andhaving avoided touching himself, I stood up with my raging hard on andplaced myself as close to my mother as I could, she still slumped downin the chair in my room. Mom stared at my boner lovingly. I just stoodthere, come oozing out the tip of my throbbing penis, and startedtalking. “Mom, I know you haven’t said we’d ever do more than what wehave been doing, but I’d give anything to at least rub my dick on yourtits…” She knew what I wanted. “Let’s do something even better.” Shestood up, and laid down on my bed, her tits swaying as she walked. “Comeover here to the bed. Get on top of me and I’ll let you rub your cockbetween my tits…” Yes, even her language had gotten more intimate. Ittook me all of 5 seconds to be on top of my mother, thrusting my stiffdick on my dear mother’s chest as she grabbed her full, pretty melonsand pushed them together so tightly that I thought it felt a lot likebeing inside Ginny’s sweet tight cunt. Faster and faster I pumped, untilI came, gushing, “Ughhhhhh…” The splatter, not a very great deal asI’d been pumping my meat many times each day, was still enough to make apool of liquid beylikdüzü escort love on the spot just above where her cleavage would havebeen if she were sitting up. I lifted myself off of her, and set onecheek of my butt right near her hip, close, and started to lovinglymassage my jism into her skin. “Now that was great,” I murmured, andstarted to take a drop of my come on the tip of my finger and work itinto one of her nipples. She continued to lay there, her eyes open,probably not sure where this was going.I continued to love the attention my mother allowed me to give her.There was no bound to our intimacy any longer. I would wander intothe bathroom whenever she was bathing, sometimes to kneel over theedge of the tub and massage her tits, and sometimes to let my eyesdrift to that dark hair on her mons that still fascinated me andcouldn’t keep off my mind. Not only her pubic hair, but that slightlyprotuberant belly stimulated my imagination. Her navel, slightlyclosed from a bit of underlying padding, looked like a perfect placeto put the tip of my cock, and rub until I came… What would thatbelly, rubbing against mine, during passionate fucking, feel like? Shelet me look.It wasn’t entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks intothis relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well.No longer, unless I chose to do so, did I have to relieve the achingpleasure in my nuts by pulling at my own cock. My mother starteddoing that for me. One day, after our regular tit suck session, andafter coming while stroking myself, I just backed up, and stood up.My cock was still hard, of course. I was bold then. “Mom, Ginny likesto play with it. I’d love to have you play with it, too”. She looked upat me, and then down at my raging hard on, then after minute of justlooking, reached out and brushed the underside of my shaft with the tipsof one hand, starting to slide up and down, then faster, giving her all,her hand fully in contact, until I shot off. “God, Mom, that wasincredible,” I shuddered. I’d finally experienced my mother’s touch.Presently, my thoughts centered on intercourse. I thought about it allthe time. God, what an experience it would be to fuck my mother! Afew short months into this love affair, it turned out my father, wasgoing on a week long trip. I knew exactly what I wanted, but wasn’tsure how to approach my mother. No point in being subtle. One afternoonafter suckling her passionately, I simply told her “Mom, Ithink we need to screw.” I wasn’t yet comfortable with using the wordfuck in front of her, though I hoped one day I would be. “Really?What are you talking about?,” she said. “Well, after all we’ve done, Ithink I’d like for us to pretend you’re my wife, and I’m yourhusband, while dad’s gone for that week trip he’s taking.” We werelovers in everything but fucking anyway, and taking my penis into herwetness wouldn’t make it any more wrong. But she put me off. “Idon’t think we can do that…” “But Mom…” “It isn’t enough that youhave Ginny, and you get to kiss me whenever and I beat you off?””Well, yeah, I love sucking you, but I want more…” I wasn’t surewhere things would lead, and I was really worried that I’d fuckedthings up by going too far.The weeks passed, until the night came when my father was out oftown. Each day had been as before, a mixture of licking and suckingand having her masturbate me and putting my cock between her tits.I’m sure we both thought about the conversation we’d had weeksbefore, and I was hoping that on this night, the first night we’d becompletely free from the danger of my father walking in on us, Iwould be inside my sweet mother. She saw the looked in my eyeswhen I’d come home from school that day, knew what I wasexpecting. And perhaps she was as well, even though we’d not said aword about it since. That night, after her bath, she abandoned herusual ritual of putting on a pair of full white panties under hernightgown. Didn’t bother to put on anything at all, before slippingher robe on, which I learned shortly. This was going to be the night.She came into my room, where I sat with a huge erection, pantsalready off. I knew what was happening, instantly. She stood beforeme, silently, and dropped her robe to the floor. I sat forward, andher freshly washed pussy was just a foot from my nose. We gazed intoeach other’s eyes. Then I reached behind her hips, took her ass cheeksin my hands, and pulled her closer, firmly, but gently, so close nowthat the longest of the dark hairs were now touching my nose. Icouldn’t stand it. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, and encounteredthe flesh of my mother’s labia. I started to kiss, a slow, open mouthedkiss on the beginnings of her sex.And then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulders, motioning forme to stand, and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. “Okay,darling, you’ll be my husband. I’m yours…” she said as she laid backon her bed, and parted her legs. This was like a dream for me,couldn’t believe she was offering her entire body to me. But Icouldn’t stand it, again, and moved quickly to those parted thighs, forthe first time looking into her pussy, lips slightly out, surrounded bythat deeply shaded hair. Yes, yes, I slipped my tongue into that alreadydamp slot of lust.I could not believe that I was licking my mom’s pussy. The smell, thefeeling, the taste, wetness that I couldn’t wait to slide my aching dickinto. I was so hot and excited that I took only enough time to run mytongue from her hot hole, over her hairy mons, up over that full belly,between her tits, and then, pausing only for a moment, before sinking mythrobbing erection into the slippery loveliness of her hot gash. I was so utterly turned on, even by my own chant of “Mom, mom,mom, mom…” which I’d started to say with every thrust of my cockinto her quim. Finally, after ever increasing moans of passion, I cameand spurted what felt like a gallon of spew into her sweet cunt. “OhGod, I love you, Mom” I sighed when hew could breath again, stillpumping her with the little bit of stiffness I had left. I never wantedto be outside that lovely pussy again, I thought.Later on that night, while I wanted to keep fucking her, myfascination with the hair between her legs made me try something alittle different. The next hard on I got, I started to rub my cockthrough the fur on her pussy. And instead of slipping my dick insideher, I moved up a little, and ended up rubbing my balls in that patchof hair, an incredible stimulation to my nuts, so much so that afterrubbing them over and over in the silky fur, I came, came on my mother’sbelly, which I worked in with my hands after I finally wasable to stop himself from stroking my genitals through the hair, thenrubbing her stomach and cunt with my hand, massaging in my come.My penis was hers. After letting me caress her, she lifted her headfrom the pillow, enough to look down at my crotch and my now onlysemi rigid member, still glistening with her juices. She reached downto start to stroke it. She touched my cock with her hand, and I almostshuddered with her touch, the anticipation of pleasure, even after allthe sex we’d had. She took my member between her thumb andforefinger, making an O shape, and starting sliding that ring up anddown the shaft, feeling the slipperiness of her own wetness makingthe perfect friction, until I came again.After fucking her as many times as I could, and feeling tired, I laynext to her as she lay on her back, whispering loving words to her,and gently moving my hand between her legs as we both fell off tosleep…I had my dream come true. What boy would not want to come homefrom school, knowing that he had a hot mouth and tongue, full breastswith sweet erect nipples, and a wet loving cunt waiting for himwhenever he got there? I’d walk into the house, again taking mymother’s hand and walk with her to my bedroom, and start to stripher, only now, I didn’t have to stop after I’d unveiled her to thewaist. I could continue to peel off whatever she was wearing below,usually some kind of slacks, and then, most often on my knees, startrolling the white panties off her full belly, exposing that patch ofhair that I loved so well, until she stood there, nude, and ready forsex. I’d often start to kiss her pubic hair, smelling the womanly scentcoming from the always moistening labia, and I’d get so excited that I’dhave trouble pulling off my clothes as she lay back on my bed and openher legs to receive my dick inside of her. I loved that fact that Icould, almost any time I wanted, fill my mother with my liquid lust, andwhich was turning into liquid love, to be sure. I wondered if I’d everfind sex as good as it was with my darling mother.There were later days when the danger of our sex was too great withmy father around, and on those days we’d excite each other bymoments of flashing each other. I’d take out my stiff cock and let herstroke it a few times, and when she could, she’d drop her pants so Icould look at her pussy, and sometimes have enough time to let mekiss and lick it…We did more, too. She didn’t want to, but in time, I’d get her to suckmy cock, and I’d lick her asshole, and more, but maybe that’s anotherstory…The End

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