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MOMNULOV.TXT                  Mom's New Love                            GOS
(mF, inc, cons,    A story of incest by Roderigo LaBloke
romance)           Compiled and ReEdited by Gobs O'Semen



     Before I tell you how I became the new man in Mom's sex life, let me
tell you a bit of the background first.  These are things that I actually
didn't know much about at the time.  Mom and Dad had enjoyed a full and very
active sex life through the first 16 or 17 years of their marriage.  But then
Dad started moving up the corporate ladder and his job began to dominate his
life, much to the detriment of his marriage.

     Finally, when I was just about to turn 17, Dad was appointed
superintendent of the production team for the second shift of the
manufacturing plant where he worked.  This gave him a whopping big salary
raise and a huge responsibility.  However, it also meant that he had to work
from about 3:30 until well after midnight, with loads of overtime hours.  He
also had to go in on Saturdays for meetings.  Occasionally he had to take
week-long trips to other plants.  He slept until late in the morning and was
still tired most of the time but he was a hard worker who was very
conscientious and gave 110 per cent all the time - on the job, that is.

     At home he was an absolute dud as far as Mom was concerned.  Their sex
life became virtually nonexistent.  And Mom was a woman who loved sex.  She
did what she could for the first few months to get Dad roused up for some
play in the afternoon and sometimes she would stay up until he came home to
enjoy a romp in the hay then.  But Dad was usually too tired to do much at
night and in the afternoon he was concentrating on getting ready for the job
that night.  Occasionally they had a Sunday fuck but that was about it. 
Gradually Mom just gave up.  She became withdrawn and uncommunicative, a bit
hard to get along with at times.  Dad was so preoccupied he didn't seem to
notice.

     Now when you're too wrapped up in something else to notice Mom, you've
really got to overlook a lot.  My Mom is one of the most beautiful women in
the world.  Now I'm talking about WOMEN here, not those skinny dolls with the
little-boy asses that are fashion models.  Mom is not a small woman.  She
stands about 5 foot 7 and weighs maybe 140.  But man, those 140 pounds are
really well distributed.  Her tits are round and firm and stand out proudly. 
Her hips are broad and curvy and her ass is outthrust and sassy.  Her thighs
are nice and full, her calves are shapely and her ankles are trim.  Add to
that a sort of round, dimpled face with an upturned nose, a generous mouth,
sparkling dark brown eyes and cinnamon-brown hair worn loosely waved and
you've got a woman who draws attention wherever she goes.

     Now a little about myself, to make the cast of characters complete.  At
the time the story has its beginning, I was a junior in high school.  I was
a very good student, near the top of my class.  I was also a fairly good
athlete, playing wide receiver on the football team.  I stood about 5 feet 11
and weighed 175, mostly muscle.  I was the second fastest man on the team and
I could bench press more than all but a couple of the big linemen.  However,
I had always been sort of out of it socially.  I was not much good at idle
conversation and was too shy to talk easily to girls, although I have always
had a very avid but well-concealed yen for the other sex.

     I did have a few dates and sort of went steady with a couple of girls. 
However, the first of these was the type that just tries to take over a guy
and run his life completely.  I got tired of that pretty fast and split up
with her.  She was a good kisser and loved to neck but I never really tried
to get into her panties.  Now she is married to a nasty guy who belts her
around on occasion.  She certainly isn't controlling his life.

     The second was a shy little girl who I thought was something like me. 
It took me a long time to even get a real kiss out of her and although she
learned to relax for necking, she was very touchy.  Once when I got carried
away and touched her breast, she got all excited, started to cry and said
that she was going to tell her parents.  That was enough for me.  Later on,
one of the raunchiest guys in school got to her and all at once she became a
real slut, putting out for any guy who would look her way.  She suggested to
me once that if I wanted to take her out again, maybe she would be more
cooperative this time but I no longer wanted any part of her.

     So now the scene is set.  Here am I, a perpetually horny teenager, not
bad looking and certainly well hung but too bashful to do anything about it
other than to masturbate.  And here's my Mom, a sex-loving woman frustrated
by a husband who can't see past his work.  I might add that I had a very
vivid imagination for sexual fantasies and the most frequent object of my
fantasies was my beautiful sexy mother.  Take the husband and father out of
the house most of the time, leaving these two hungry people alone night after
night and you've got a situation with a very obvious solution - obvious, that
is, if you approve of incest.

     Well, I certainly approved of incest, at least the idea of incest.  I
never really thought that it could actually happen but I had fucked my
beautiful Mom countless times in my fantasies and wished fervently that they
could all come true.  But just when the idea started occurring to Mom, I had
no idea.  It took me a long time to finally catch on to the unbelievable
truth: Mom was interested in me - sexually!

     The flirtation that led to mutual seduction began in little ways.  I
knew that Mom wasn't feeling too good about herself because of the way Dad
was neglecting her, so I started trying to cheer her up by paying her
compliments.  I was very awkward at first and delivered my praise in
ill-chosen words, blushing furiously all the while.  However, Mom picked up
on this right away and I could tell that she loved it.  She knew that my
words were sincere, even if they were not eloquent and she appreciated the
feeling behind them.  As I got more experience in speaking more frankly to
her, my fluency improved rapidly.  Also I frequently got a warm hug as a most
welcome reward.

     I started spending more time at home and Mom and I began talking a lot
more and now on a sort of equal basis.  I learned a lot about her earlier
life and about her main interests and dreams.  She became a far more complex
and more interesting person to me.  I found myself telling her things that I
had never been able to say to anyone else.  I really had no close friends,
although I went to movies and games with a few guys.  In short, we became
best friends.  We watched TV together and played cards.  We occasionally went
out to dinner together or to a play or concert.  I helped Mom with the
housework and the cooking and the dishes, even the laundry.  I still had a
terrific desire for her body and I still masturbated frequently while
dreaming of fucking her but now I also loved to be around her as a very dear
friend as well.

     I realized that Mom was coming to appreciate my company also.  She was
much more relaxed and cheerful now and she seemed to enjoy life more.  She
stopped snapping at Dad and seemed to be resigned to their rather estranged
situation.  She told me about how frustrated she had become about their
relationship and indirectly and delicately made it clear that she missed the
sex that they had enjoyed.  She shook her head and told me how much she
appreciated having someone she could talk to.

     Mom became more concerned about her appearance again.  She began wearing
makeup around the house again, taking better care of her hair and dressing up
a bit more.  The old jeans and sweater were more often replaced by a frilly
blouse and a short skirt, sometimes by shorts and a tight T-shirt that really
showed off her gorgeous legs and nice tits.  Finally, as the spring days
turned warmer, she even began wearing short golf skirts, which she had never
done before.  These really turned me on, especially when I would get a
glimpse of her white panties!

     Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to compliment Mom on
her appearance and I was now pretty good at it.  Mom loved the praise and of
course, that just led to even more attention to her grooming and in turn to
more compliments.  She was also becoming much more physically demonstrative
in showing her love for her son.  We hugged very frequently now, something
which we had not done since I was a small child.  Every morning when I went
off to school, I got a big hug.  When I got back home, I was welcomed by
another big hug.  We hugged good night and good morning.  When I paid her a
compliment, I got a hug.  When I helped her with something around the house,
I got a warm hug.  When I showed her a test paper with an A on it, I got a
hug.  The only problem was trying to keep my hard-on from showing.

     Gradually the hugs came to be accompanied by kisses.  At first they were
just little pecks on the cheek but soon they became multiple, fuller cheek
kisses, then actually closed-lip to closed-lip kisses.  I began to seek
occasions to earn these kisses.  Finally I got up the nerve to initiate some
kisses, rather than just waiting for them to be bestowed.  After supper as we
got up to clear the table, I would take Mom into my arms, give her a warm
embrace and a kiss and tell her what a great meal it was.  When she wore a
new outfit, I would give her a thorough and admiring visual inspection, with
perhaps an admiring whistle and then a hug and kiss.  The kisses slowly
developed into softer, wetter kisses as the days passed.  I guess that,
except for not sharing each other's bed, Mom and I were becoming very much
like a very happily married couple.  My love for her grew daily greater and
my longing for her gorgeous body was enormous.

     You would think that I would have caught on sooner that Mom wanted me as
much as I wanted her but it just never occurred to me that such a wonderful
thing could be.  There were loads of clues but I just couldn't grasp what
tremendous good luck was in store for me.  Mom became increasingly less
modest and less careful about keeping her sexual charms concealed from me. 
She usually wore a silky robe in the morning now and it had a habit of
sagging open when she bent over or coming loose and showing off the filmy
lingerie inside.  When this happened, I could clearly see her nipples and, on
a few occasions, her dark pubic hair through the thin fabric.  Sometimes in
the evening she would even wear her nightgown alone when going back and forth
from her room to the kitchen for a snack.  These nighties were not made for
public view and her beautiful figure was very apparent to my horny eyes.

     A couple of times I saw Mom completely nude and these were both under
suspicious circumstances.  Once I came home from school and went upstairs to
my room.  I had made plenty of noise coming in or at least I hadn't made any
attempt to sneak in quietly.  Yet Mom suddenly appeared in the hallway naked,
her full tits and furry pussy completely exposed.  She acted real surprised.

     "Oh, I didn't know you were home." she said.

     She made no real attempt to cover up but deliberately turned, giving me
a full view of her fantastic ass and walked into her room.  Another time I
walked through an open door into the bathroom and there was Mom, stark naked,
apparently about to take a shower.  I stammered an apology and hastily backed
out.

     "That's okay honey," Mom said cheerfully.  "I guess I forgot to close
the door."

     Again she made no effort to hide her voluptuous charms and I was really
bug-eyed taking in the scenery.  The really strange thing about this is that
there is a full bathroom in my parents' room as well, where she normally took
her showers.

     As I said, she also began wearing very short golf skirts (she was not a
golfer) but only at home and only when Dad was gone.  These skirts just
barely covered her hips and when she sat down, her very shapely bare legs
were entirely revealed and increasingly often there would be a flash of white
panties, always white.  As she became more and more careless in the way she
sat, these panties were more frequently in view - not just a brief glimpse
any more - and now it could be noted that these were very sheer, high-cut
white panties, which clearly revealed that coveted patch of dark hair at the
crotch.

     What was happening was that my incredibly sexy mother was blatantly
throwing herself at her teenage son.  Finally it began to penetrate even my
too modest and diffident head.  At first, it seemed too good to be true but
slowly I began to hope that Mom really did have an itch for me.  But now the
big question was what to do about it.  What if I put a big move on her and
discovered that she really didn't want to go that far?  It could ruin the
whole relationship for good.  Since she was my mother, I couldn't really do
much but wait for her to make the first unmistakable step toward sexual
intimacy.  Later I discovered that she had been battling the same dilemma. 
I could have 'laid' her weeks before I did and she would have loved it but we
were both teasing, teasing - and holding ourselves back from taking that
irreversible step that would change our lives forever.

     One night I was stretched out on the carpet watching TV.  On the floor
nearby was the newspaper which I had finished reading.  Mom came over to pick
up the several sections of the paper.  She was standing practically over me
and bent from the waist, wearing one of the brief golf skirts.  Since her
back was to me, I could stare directly at the panty-covered ass before me. 
The crack was clearly visible through the sheer white fabric and since her
legs were parted and there was a table lamp beyond her, I could see the very
obvious outline of her pussy lips.

     She seemed to take forever to pick up the different sections and I was
gazing in great enjoyment at the view, when I suddenly noticed that she had
bent over so far that she could look back between her legs and see me gaping
at her goodies.  I immediately blushed and looked away.  At this point Mom
dropped all the papers and had to start gathering them together again.  I
took a few more surreptitious peeks at her ass before she finally stood up
and moved to a chair.  Then I noticed that she seemed to be having great
difficulty suppressing a smile.  Then I knew for sure that she had
deliberately given me that look at her private treasures.

     When we kissed good night, she was especially tender and clinging.  The
kiss developed into a long series of soft, almost open-mouthed kisses and I
could swear that I felt her tongue a couple of times.  It seemed that she
broke off the embrace very reluctantly.  I know now that she really wanted me
to go for the whole prize that night but I was afraid.  In my fantasies in
bed, I wasn't afraid to give her everything I had and she gave back her
complete passion, along with her heavenly body.  Ah, fantasies!  I shot a
gallon of cum that night but all by myself.

     The next morning, a warm spring Saturday morning, I showered and shaved. 
I heard Dad driving off as I finished shaving.  He had not got home till
maybe 1:00AM  and still had to go in at 9:00 for a long meeting.  I went down
to breakfast.  Mom soon entered, wearing another golf skirt (which I knew
that she had just put on after Dad left) and a T-shirt with no bra under it. 
God, she looked hot!  She made my favorite pancakes and I sat at the table,
wearing only a pair of shorts.  When she made a fresh stack, she brought the
pan to the table and stood there close to my right side to place the hot
pancakes on my plate.  Without really thinking, just acting spontaneously, I
reached my right hand around her leg and ran it gently up the inside of her
thigh.  She froze abruptly - and then I thought of what I was doing.

     It was electrifying!  The feel of that soft satiny-smooth skin was
wonderful under my fingers.  We both were rigid for a moment, waiting to see
what would happen next.  Well, what was done was done.  I had broken the ice,
so there was nothing to do but try to go ahead.  I began gently running my
hand up and down the inside of her soft thigh, from the knee to about two
thirds of the way up to her crotch.  Mom breathed again and set the pan down
on a plate.  She didn't move away from me but just stood there letting me
stroke her flesh.  Then she put her arm around my neck very softly and
gently, which brought my face against the side of her left breast.  She
sighed and her breathing quickened.  I think she was trembling a little.

     For some time this went on, my hand petting and stroking that fabulous
thigh, Mom just holding me gently around the neck.  Then I put my left hand
on the outside of her thigh and began caressing her left thigh with both
hands.  My left hand crept farther up the outside of her thigh, higher and
higher.  Soon it was to the point where I should have felt the hem of her
panty leg but there was nothing there but soft warm skin.  I couldn't believe
it!  Higher up her hip my left hand moved.  My God!  Mom was not wearing any
panties.  Mom gave a little moan and pulled my head against her soft but firm
breast.

     Now my right hand was also creeping higher on the inside of her thigh,
very very close to that longed-for target.  Mom moved her right foot, opening
her legs farther, opening the way for her son's eager exploring hand.  Then
as I got a fraction of an inch from her crotch, I felt soft hair brushing
against the top of my hand - her pussy hair!  Just a bit more and my hand was
on it.  I was gently stroking the warm, moist lips of my own mother's pussy!

     A violent shiver ran through Mom's body.  Then suddenly she was pulling
up her T-shirt and turning her body in to me.  She yanked the shirt off over
her head and then she pulled my face right into her soft naked tits.  I went
to work on her cunt with both hands then, the left hand exploring the front
of her lips and the right hand rubbing the back under her ass.  I only
vaguely knew what I was doing but I managed to pull her labia open and then
to probe gently inside with my left fingers.  She was very wet.  Mom was
really panting now and she directed my mouth to one of her tits, where I
placed my lips around a big solid nipple and began to suck and nibble
enthusiastically.  Her hips started moving rhythmically in a sort of bump and
grind motion against my probing fingers, which were fucking in and out of her
well-lubricated pussy.

     Finally Mom spoke in an odd choked kind of voice.

     "God, that feels good, honey!  Don't stop, please!"

     Well, I had no intentions of stopping now but it thrilled me through and
through to hear her say that.  I kept switching from tit to tit with my
mouth, as my fingers continued their eager fucking.

     "Ooooh God!" Mom moaned, trembling with passion.  "Oooooh God!  That's
good honey! Ooooh ummmmm that's soooo good!"

     If you've never had your hands on your mother's cunt or your face
against her bare tits, you have never had the ultimate in sexual delight.  My
hard cock was about to burst through my shorts.

     Then Mom suddenly moved away from the table but she dragged me with her.

     "Quick, honey!" she said.  "Get your shorts off!"

     She quickly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it as I shucked off my
shorts in record time.

     "Oh God, that's a nice big one!" Mom said as she unceremoniously grabbed
my cock and tugged me over to the island counter.

     Then she turned her back to me and leaned across the counter, thrusting
her ass back toward me.

     "Here, honey," she said urgently.  "Stick it into me from the back!"

     I gazed in awe at that beautiful plump ass.  God knows I wanted to do
what she asked but I had never even stuck my cock into a girl from the front. 
How did I go about it from the back?  Mom reached back and grabbed my cock
again.

     "Come on, honey!" she urged.  "I want your dick in me right now!"

     She threw her upper body over the counter, lifting her ass even more
towards me.  I stepped between her widespread legs and aimed my cock up
between her ass cheeks and wonder of wonders, it went right into her cunt
slit.  God!  It felt absolutely wonderful to feel my mother's pussy embracing
my happy cock.

     "Push it all the way in, honey!" Mom said.  "I want all of your nice big
dick!"

     I pushed and she bucked her ass back until my rod was buried completely
in her juicy love passage.

     "Ooooh, that feels nice, honey!" Mom cooed.  "Fuck me now, honey!  Pump
that nice big thing into me, sweetie!"

     I was delighted to follow her orders.  I began stroking my cock in and
out of her milky way.  She moved her hips in rhythm with me and it was a
tremendous experience to watch my mother's gorgeous round ass humping back
and forward to fuck my pleasure pole.  Then I leaned forward and got a hand
under one of Mom's tits, which were resting on the counter.  I found a nipple
and began squeezing it, as Mom's motions kept rhythmically pressing her soft
tit against my hand.  Then she put one of her hands down between her legs and
sought her clit.  I could feel her fingers against my cock as we shared her
fuckhole.

     I'm glad Mom did start fingering her clit because that brought her off
faster and I sure wasn't going to be able to hold out too long.  I had
already gone far beyond what I thought I was capable of; probably my
extensive masturbation the night before helped.  Soon Mom was panting even
harder and moaning like a bitch in heat.

     "Oh, God, honey!  Oh, God!  Ooooh, damn!  That feels so God damned good!
Your great big dick is making Mommie's cunny feel so God damned good!
OOOOOOHHHH!  OH Fu-u-u-u-ck!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FU-U-U-U-C-K!"

     Now I had never heard my mother use even the mildest profanity or smutty
language before.  What a jolt to hear those words and to feel her hot, wet
pussy grasping and sucking at my cock!  Even in my wildest fantasies, I had
never dreamed that my very proper mother loved sex so much and had so much
passion smoldering inside.

     "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  I'm coming!  I'm coming!  I'M
C-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-N-G!  OHHHHHHHHH!"

     Mom's long moan was almost a scream.  Her ass was bucking like crazy now
and I had to hang onto her hips to stay with her.  I was pumping as hard and
as fast as I could, really ramming my big pole into her.  I felt the fire in
my cock building to a climax and the feeling spread out through my groin and
then my whole body.

     I gave a loud roar of my own and then I was spouting my cum into my
mother's spasming pussy.  She had suddenly stopped humping and was completely
rigid except for her violent involuntary shivering.  I rammed my cock in
clear up to my balls and held it jammed there as it kept shooting my juice
into her belly.  I clung to her trembling body, my belly pressed tightly
against her quivering ass, as my own body did some pretty good shaking of its
own.  At last I stopped spurting and Mom gave a great sigh and slumped
heavily forward on the counter.  I half lay across her back, both of us
breathing hard as we began to come down to earth.  My cock never did shrink
enough to drop out of her cunt.  Instead it was still throbbing with joy deep
inside her still warmly gripping fuck passage.  My God, I thought, my head
whirling, I have actually fucked my beloved mother!  My deepest desire had
been fulfilled far beyond my fondest hopes.  I had never felt so thoroughly
happy.

     After a few minutes, Mom straightened up, which caused my cock to flop
free from her pussy.  She turned around with a big grin on her face.

     "Oh God, honey!  That was a great fuck!"

     My cock was dripping cum on the tile floor and thick juices were running
down Mom's legs but she paid no attention.  I soon learned that when it comes
to sex, Mom likes it messy.  Mom took hold of my stiff, gooey cock and looked
at it admiringly.

     "This damned big monster is ready to go again already!" she exclaimed
admiringly.  "That's just what I need!"

     She dragged me by the prick back to my chair and pushed me down into it. 
Then she straddled my legs and, still holding my rod in place, lowered her
cum-leaking cunt right down onto it, so that she was astraddle my lap facing
me, with my dick all the way up her pussy again.  She put her arms around my
neck and pressed her big soft tits against my chest.  Then she began covering
my mouth with big wet kisses.  Soon our tongues were playing warmly with each
other.  God!  I was in seventh heaven!

     After a while Mom leaned back, reached her hand back to the table and
smeared her fingers with some of the syrup on my plate.  Then she moved her
hand toward my face.  I opened my mouth, expecting to suck her fingers but
Mom stopped me.

     "No, close your mouth."

     I did so and Mom wiped the syrup all over my lips.  Then she began to
lick it off.

     "Mmmmm!" she murmured.  "My lovely big-dicked motherfucker really has
sugar lips."

     Then she wiped more syrup off the plate and this time smeared it all
over my face from forehead to chin and ear to ear.  Then she really went to
work licking it off.  She began murmuring.  She almost sounded like a purring
cat as she licked.  From time to time she would bounce up and down on my
happy prick.  This all seemed like a tremendously sexy dream to me, too
damned good to be true-but it was true!  If you ever had a yen for your
mother, just imagine her sitting on your lap, impaled on your cock, her big
naked tits brushing your chest, as she happily licks you all over the face. 
Man!  Wouldn't you give anything in the world for that?

     Mom then poured syrup out of the bottle into the plate.  This time she
smeared it on her face.

     "Now, lover boy, it's your turn."

     I very gladly began licking at Mom's beautiful face as she giggled and
wiggled.  I lapped at her eyes and forehead, her nose and chin, all over her
cheeks and her laughing mouth.  This was a game I really loved, especially
with her wiggling pussy filled with my big cock.  Then Mom smeared syrup all
over her big beautiful breasts, leaned back and lifted them up to me.  I
licked all over that fantastically smooth, soft but firm flesh and then began
sucking and nibbling at her very firm, erect nipples.

     "I'd like to try that a little lower down but that site is very nicely
occupied at the moment." Mom said.  "Oh, what the hell!  Let's have a sweet
fuck."

     She pulled back till my cock was almost out and then began smearing my
cock and her cunt lips heavily with the syrup.

     "How about a little butter too?" she said and scooping out a handful of
soft butter from the dish, she slathered it generously on our barely joined
genitals.  "There now.  That should do it."

     And she pushed her hips against me until my cock was back in her cunt to
the hilt.

     "And now," she said, "let's have that sweet, sweet fuck!" 

     Mom began bouncing up and down on me.  I let her do most of the work and
damn she sure did it well!  Sometimes she was tight up against my chest, with
her big tits jammed against me and her nice big mouth open on mine.  Then she
would lean way back and her big tits would bounce excitingly as she bucked
and humped on my fuckpole.  When she leaned back, I could look down and watch
my cock appearing and disappearing into her furry-fringed pussy.  The syrup
and butter were whipped into a sort of froth, mingled with cum from our first
fuck.  I wondered what it would taste like.  Maybe it could be a new taste
sensation - syrup and butter and cum.  Perhaps it would be a little difficult
to keep up the supply of the last ingredient but I was certainly willing to
do my part to meet the demand.

     "God," Mom muttered, "I think I can actually taste it from way down
there."

     She was really getting into it now and it was thrilling to see her face
as her expression varied from a big grin to an appearance of extreme, almost
painful, pleasure.  She began breathing hard again, as was I and muttering,
sometimes almost growling, obscene fuck words.

     "Oh God, baby!  I love your nice big dick!  I love the way it fucks my
hungry pussy!  Oh you God damned sweet lovely motherfucker you!  Ooooooh, my
wonderful, wonderful lover boy to make his Mommy feel so God damned good, so
fucking, fucking God damned goooooood!"

     I started bucking up as hard as I could to meet her fierce bounces and
she increased the intensity of her naughty fuck words.

     "Oh, honey, honey, honey!  Fuck your Mommy!  Fuck me with that beautiful
big sugar dick!  OH, FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  F-U-U-U-U-C-K M-O-M-M-EEEEEEEE!
F-U-U-U-U-U-U-C-K MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

     And Mom came in a big way, a tremendously big way.  Her face was all
screwed up as if she were in terrible agony.  She was snorting and screeching
and panting.  I suppose that objectively she would have looked very ugly. 
But to me she had never looked more gorgeous than when she was coming on my
big rod.  I certainly couldn't hold out any longer and my cock was on fire as
I began spouting another load of hot cum deep into my mother's spasming
belly.  Her face went all slack now, her mouth hanging open helplessly.  Her
big tits bobbed wildly all over the place as I bounced her big body up and
down violently, ramming my hot spurting prick as hard as I could into her
convulsing love hole.

     At last the fuck came to an end and Mom's shivering body collapsed
against mine.  For a long time we just sat there recovering our breath as
Mom's shaking gradually subsided.  From time to time she moaned very softly. 
I could feel little tremors run through her pussy at times, aftershocks of
her huge orgasm.  We were both wet with sweat and cum, mixed with the syrup
and butter, was dripping on the chair and the floor.  I felt completely worn
out but extremely happy.  My cock had shrunk somewhat, I knew but it was
still stiff enough to remain well up inside my mother's precious pussy.

     At last Mom gave another very violent shudder and sat up.  She looked at
me lovingly in the eyes.

     "I love you, my darling son, more than all the rest of the world
combined.  This is the happiest day of my life." she said softly.

     She kissed me tenderly.

     I had been mostly silent throughout this whole wonderful experience but
now I had to tell Mom how I felt about her.  I'm afraid I was a bit
incoherent but I'm sure that Mom got the message.  I told her how much I had
wanted her for so many years and she said that she had known that all along. 
She had been aware of all my hard-ons as I surreptitiously watched her and
she had been proud to be of so much interest to her son.

     Gradually she had felt herself being turned on by me as well, although
she had fought the idea for a long time before she had finally given in and
started masturbating about me as she knew I was doing for her.  Now she
wished that she had just accepted her horny feelings sooner and not wasted
time when we could have been having fun in bed.  We both agreed that this was
only the beginning.  I warmly and sincerely pledged her my total love and Mom
said that I could have her love and her body any time when we could be alone
from now on.

     Finally Mom reluctantly pulled her sticky cunt loose from my prick,
which whipped up stiffly, hard as a rock again.  We were really a mess in the
genital area.  Mom put her hand to my cock and wiped off some of the goo. 
Then she amazed me by licking it off her fingers.

     "Hey, this is pretty good!" she exclaimed.  "Try some."

     With this, she stepped up to me and pulled my face right to her cunt. 
I eagerly licked at the congealing juices on her pussy lips and I kept right
on licking.  She was right; it didn't taste bad.  But that wasn't what kept
me licking.  It was the pure delight of getting all the taste and feel and
smell I could of my precious mother's delectable cunt and letting her know
how much I loved and desired everything about her gorgeous body.  I loved the
crispy hairs tickling my nose.  A shaved cunt has never appealed to me.  I
like real women, not little girls.  Mom's pubic hair was dark brown and
covered her mound generously, thick and curly-crispy.  Her swollen, wet cunt
lips peeping through were a very appetizing sight.

     Mom sat back on the edge of the table, pulling me with her.  I knelt and
she spread her legs wide to allow my head between those splendid thighs.  I
went to work on her juicy love nest then, licking and sucking, thrusting my
tongue into her fuck passage.  Mom had both hands on my head, directing me,
urging me on.  Her moans and sexy talk let me know how much she was enjoying
my enthusiastic attentions.  In just a few moments she was coming big again,
screaming and humping her hairy mound against my face, grinding her soft,
sloppy pussy against my hardworking mouth.  She almost smothered me, pulling
my head into her crotch so firmly that I could hardly catch a breath.  But I
loved the smell, the taste, the contrasting feel of her coarse hair and the
slippery, wet cunt lips and vagina, the writhing and humping of her belly,
the way her full thighs kept opening, then clamping shut around my ears, the
sound of her passionate wail when she came.  My face was completely smeared
with our mixed fuck juices.

     Ah, it was a tremendous new thrill for an inexperienced lad! I had
enjoyed my mother's cunt in a fuck from the rear, a fuck from the front and
now a wild licking, sucking, slurping cunnilingus.  In an hour's time I had
gone from a frustrated, horny young virgin to a man of wide sexual background
- and we hadn't even got out of the kitchen yet.  That's what a loving Mom
can do for you if she is only willing.

     Finally, trembling and gasping for breath, Mom pushed me back into the
chair and straddled me again, sitting slumped forward with her head on my
shoulder and her big tits mashed against my chest.  My cock, again hard as a
steel bar, was trapped up between us.  I wanted it in her pussy again but Mom
was panting and trying to regain her senses.  This had been her biggest cum
yet.  For a long time we sat there unmoving except for Mom's trembling, which
gradually subsided as her breathing slowed down.  I kept running my hands up
and down her back from her shoulders down to her ass and along her thighs,
loving the feel of this big, solid, absolutely gorgeous, real flesh-and-blood
woman astride my lap.  God, how I loved my wonderful sexy Mom!

     At last my mother heaved a great sigh of satisfaction and leaned back,
a big happy smile on her lovely face.  Then she laughed when she saw my gooey
face.

     "What a mess I've made of you, honey boy!" she said.

     And she proceeded to lick me clean, her wet pink tongue lovingly lapping
all over my face, as a mother cat cleans her kitten.  Again she kept
murmuring as she licked, again sounding like a cat purring with pleasure. 
Well, I thought, this is one feline female who has found an admiring Tom to
take care of all her needs.  Mom then began kissing me with those wide-open
French kisses again and I responded with eager desire.

     Mom pushed herself up and stepped back from me.  She looked down at my
raging hard-on and took it into her hands.

     "Oooh,baby, I l-o-v-e this great big dick that never gets worn out!  Let
me show you how much I love it!"

     And she knelt between my legs and began kissing the cum-covered tip of
my rod, fondling my balls as she did so.  She went right on talking her
raunchy sex talk as she played with my sensitive and appreciative member.

     "Ummm, dicky bird, you're a real beauty of a dick!  Thank you for
fucking Mommy so nicely!  Mommy's going to keep you busy from now on, you big
hard honey dick!"

     This was in between kisses and wet licks.  Then Mom had to stop uttering
words, although she kept up a humming and grunting as she moved her mouth up
and down my shaft, licking it like a popsicle.  There was no way she could
get the whole thing into her mouth but she got all of it that was necessary. 
She squeezed my balls with both hands as she sucked harder and harder,
fucking me with her mouth.  Because I had already come a couple of times, I
was able to hold out for a while but with the fantastic feel of my own
mother's mouth on my cock, I knew it couldn't last too much longer.

     Mom sensed that I was getting close, so she pulled her mouth free.

     "Later on I want you to come in my mouth but right now I have to have
you inside me again.  Let's go to your room honey."

     She stood up and grabbed my cock again.  She loved to lead me around by
my fuck pole and I'll tell you, she could certainly lead me anywhere at all
that way.

     "Hurry, honey!" she said.  "I need to be fucked again!  Mommy needs to
have her son's big bad dick in her pussy again!"

     We hurried up the stairs to my room.

     Mom threw herself onto my bed on her back and spread her legs as wide as
she could.

     "Come on, honey!  Climb on me and stick that big hard thing into your
Mommy's pussy again!"

     For a moment I just stood there staring at all that glorious female
beauty, opened wide and waiting for me.  Her face was filled with eagerness
and happy anticipation.  There was a welcoming, dimpled smile on her full
lips and her dark brown eyes were filled with the light of love.  Her big
full tits were slightly sagging to the side but the rosy nipples stood up
firm and hard in their brownish-pink areolas.  Her slightly rounded belly
curved down to the vee framed by her full, curvy thighs, where her puffy,
slightly gaping cunt lips peeped through the dark brown hair on her prominent
mound.

     "Oh, God, you're beautiful, Mom!" I breathed in an awed voice.

     "Thanks, honey but jump on me quick and stick your big dick into me and
fuck me! Mommy needs it NOW!"

     Eager to please, I did jump onto the bed between Mom's spread legs.  She
grabbed my hard cock and crammed it frantically into her fuck hole.  I pushed
as she humped up to meet me.  Soon I was in her all the way to the balls.

     "Ahhh!" she sighed.  "That's exactly what Mommy needed!  God, that big
thing feels sooo fucking good in my pussy!"

     Soon Mom and I were fucking away, bouncing up and down on the bed in a
frenzied quest for that orgasmic ecstasy again.  I had really got a terrific
thrill out of our other couplings but somehow this was the real thing - a
real fuck in the good old missionary position, with my mother's hot body
underneath me and my big cock pinning her to the mattress, pounding it to her
in fierce thrust after thrust.  Mom had her knees bent, her feet on the bed,
using the leverage of her legs to complement the force of my ramming motions. 
By humping up vigorously to meet me, she was doing everything she could to
enhance the power of each piston stroke of my prick into her well-lubricated
love passage.  She pulled my head down to her so that we could kiss with open
mouths as we fucked.  Both of us were making noise now, moaning and groaning
and growling and panting.  There were slapping sounds as we came together and
squishing sounds from all the fluids in her cunt.

     Despite my earlier cums, I felt the heat in my cock and balls building
toward the climax already.  The fantastic feeling of my big pole sliding in
and out of my own mother's juicy pussy was overwhelming!  I was afraid that
I would shoot my load before Mom could hit her peak but I needn't have
worried.  She started a high-pitched whine and began panting heavily, her
hips jerking even harder and faster.  Both of her hands were on my ass,
urging me on to even greater force and speed in my thrusts.

     Just as I finally let go and started spurting my hot fuck juice into her
surging pussy, she suddenly gave a muffled scream and stiffened up like a
board, lifting us both up off the bed and hanging there rigid except for her
violent shuddering as another gigantic orgasm swept through her.  The searing
sweet sensation of my own climax lifted me right out of my body onto a
heavenly plane.  It was as if the two of us were all alone on a rosy cloud of
our own little private paradise.  And as we collapsed together in glorious
satisfied fulfillment, my love for my mother was just overflowing, flooding
my entire being.  Nothing could ever be better than this, I thought - and I
still feel that way.

     Both of us were exhausted by now, so we just lay there for nearly an
hour, caressing, fondling, kissing and talking.  This is when Mom told me all
about the problem with Dad and her long period of sexual frustration.  She
was quick to assure me that this was not the only reason why she had looked
to me for sex however.  She said that she had been fighting an unusual
attraction for me for a long time.  She also was fully aware of my lustful
feelings toward her.  She said that it was impossible to miss my attempts to
hide my hard-ons and my sly peeks at her goodies whenever I had the chance. 
She had felt flattered that I seemed to find her so attractive and many times
she had allowed me to see a bit more than she should have.

     She had tried not to let things get out of hand - until recently, that
is.  Then she had decided that she would help things along a bit and see what
happened.  She didn't want to overtly seduce me but she wanted to make it
possible for me to make a move - and she had long been willing to cooperate
with any move I made.  This morning she had decided to really open things up
(pardon the pun) by leaving off her panties and bra and, if necessary, give
me a total and deliberate eyeful of her ass and pussy, making it so obvious
that I could not fail to know that she was intentionally aiming her charms at
me.  When I had casually put my hand on her inner thigh, she had been filled
with elation and knew that this was it, the beginning of a new and wonderful
relationship between us.

     As Mom played with my cock and I petted her pussy, I found it very easy
to finally tell her exactly how I felt about her, how exciting I found her
voluptuous body and how many times I had fucked her in my fantasies.  But
also I told her how I had come to regard her as my very best friend and by
far the most interesting companion I could ever hope to have.  I eloquently
and sincerely proclaimed my total, absolute love for her as a mother and now
as a lover.  Over and over we spoke the words of love to each other.  This
was not just a mother/son love nor a man/woman love but a combination that
was greater by far than either.  I am still convinced that no greater love is
possible than that between a loving mother and an appreciative son who have
found sexual fulfillment in each other.

     God, what a morning this had been!  I had fucked my mother three times,
had licked her pussy to orgasm and had my cock sucked by her wonderful mouth. 
I had shared countless deep kisses with her and we had licked each other's
faces as well as other body parts.  We had reached the absolute depth of
physical and emotional intimacy.  And I knew that this was only the
beginning.  I felt that we two were now one - more fully than we would have
been as husband and wife.  I knew that I could do anything I wanted to do to
my mother's beautiful, beautiful body.  And I knew that she felt completely
free to do anything to my grateful and adoring body.  Waves of tremendous
love kept sweeping through me and I tried to express to Mom how powerful my
feelings were.  She made it quite clear that she felt much the same way.  All
at once her frustrated life had blossomed into a wonderland of bliss and she
was as grateful as I was.  No two people could ever be happier than we were,
lying together in ecstatic intimacy.

     Eventually the exhaustion was swept away by these powerful feelings and
damned if we weren't fucking again.  This time Mom lay on top of me, with my
cock deep in her cunt.  We had a long, slow fuck, frenching and fondling as
we enjoyed the thrilling closeness.  We finally sped up into another
slam-bang screw that sent us over the sexual top again, flying high in a big
mutual orgasm.  Mom later said that she had a hard time believing that I had
never fucked a girl before, because she said she had never been so well
fucked in her life.  I think that it was just that we two were so much alike
that we were natural lovers and the emotional aspect made the physical part
a million times better.

     Then we had to go clean up the evidence in the kitchen, where gobs of
drying cum were all over the floor and the chair and our clothes were still
lying where we had cast them off.  Mom put her skirt back on but left her
blouse and panties off so that I could fondle her whenever I felt like it,
which was most of the time.  When Dad came home, we acted as normal as
possible but we could hardly hide our joy when he announced that on Monday he
was off to Houston for a week.  You can imagine what a week that turned out
to be for Mom and me.  If I told you how many times we came in those few
days, you wouldn't believe it.  Neither would be in Guinness probably.

     All this took place 11 years ago.  I am now 28 and Mom is 51.  She has
to touch up her hair a bit now but other than that she hasn't changed a bit. 
She is still the most beautiful woman alive as far as I'm concerned.  She is
no longer married to Dad.  An amazing thing happened.  Dad confessed to Mom
that he had been having an affair with a secretary who had gone on a couple
trips with him (unknown to Mom).  He asked Mom for a divorce.  Dad's company
wanted to hush up the whole thing as much as possible and when Mom threatened
to charge him with adultery in a divorce case, the management worked out a
very generous settlement that set Mom up in comfort for the rest of her life.

     I could never figure out how a man could prefer any other woman over Mom
- what an idiot Dad was!  And when I later saw the woman he married after the
divorce, I was really shocked.  She was a skinny thing with hardly any ass at
all and not a whole lot in the chest.  Her face was okay but not nearly as
beautiful as Mom's.  She was 14 years younger than Mom, so maybe that was the
big attraction - some attraction!  Anyway the marriage didn't last too long;
she took all she could get and left poor old Dad high and dry.  Would you
believe that he tried to get Mom to take him back again?  She emphatically
told him to stay away forever.  She didn't tell him that she had another man
and didn't need him for anything.

     In the meantime I went to college at a nearby university so that I could
live at home and fuck Mom on a regular basis.  In spite of all the
extracurricular activities, I graduated with honors and got a good job in my
home town.  I later got an apartment, just for appearance sake but Mom and I
are always together, sometimes at home and sometimes in my apartment.  We
love each other just as much as always, if not more, as we have grown
together over the years.  We still do an awful lot of fucking and sucking and
various other things.  Mom still has this inventive flair to add something
new from time to time to keep our love life fresh.  Occasionally we take a
vacation together and travel as a married couple.  It seems that these are
our horniest times and we spend whole days naked in our hotel room, just
screwing the hell out of each other.

     I guess I have made it abundantly clear by now that I love my mother in
every way that it is possible to love.  She is still tremendously exciting to
me and every fuck is heaven.  I can't stand to be with her very long at a
time without some kind of intimacy.  She always wears skirts and doesn't wear
panties around the house so that she is always accessible to my adoring hands
and lips - and cock.  And she seems to be just as fascinated by my body as I
am by hers.  She initiates the sexual contacts as often as I do.

     While writing our story, I have frequently gotten so aroused that I had
to stop and fuck Mom before I could go on.  I wouldn't let her read it until
it was finished (except for this afterword) and she jumped me before she was
half through it.  After a good hard fuck, she had to sit astraddle me with my
cock in her cunt in order to finish it.  She told me to add that she is the
happiest and best-fucked mother in the world - and tomorrow morning, she
says, we're going to re-enact that scene with the pancake syrup.  I can
hardly wait.  Neither of us would trade places with any other person.


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