Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 16:28:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Regan <jonsox_1968@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me, Mom, and the Old Neighborhood, Part 1

Mom, Me and the Old Neighborhood, Part 1

This is the first in a series that involves an ever increasing number of
people from the neighborhood where I grew up. Some fact, some fiction, and
the names have been changed.  I welcome your comments
jonsox_1968@yahoo.com.

It was strange being back in my old house, the house I grew up in.  It was
even stranger climbing into my old twin captain's bed in my old room.  The
room was completely unchanged, with only a layer of dust and slightly faded
wallpaper letting me know that 10 years had passed since I lived here.
When mom called, she sounded shaken, and it compelled me to head back to
where I grew up.  I turned down the old dirt road, and watched the dust
kicking up behind the rental car, creating an orange haze in the late
afternoon sun.

I pulled up to the huge red house, and needed a few minutes before I could
climb out of the car.  The house was looking old and worn.  Clearly routine
maintenance was forgotten since dad had left.  The windows were dirty, the
gutters rusted and drooping, and the once brilliant red paint was faded and
peeling.  The yard was a mess, the grass long, branches down everywhere,
and the entire side yard had gone to seed.  Mom's gardens around the house,
however, looked as fresh and brilliant as always.

I climbed the back stairs, noticing the railing was loose, and looked
around the deck.  The deck furniture was rusty, and looked almost dangerous
to sit on. The door to the screen porch was loose, but still opened and
closed properly.  The back door was open, so I walked into the house, and
found mom sitting at the dining room table.

She was beautiful as ever, her hair still a lovely shade of red, and her
fair, white skin looked healthy as always.  Her blue eyes seemed bright at
first glance, but it was quickly obvious something was wrong. She was
dressed simply in denim shorts and a red checkered print top tied in a bow
above her bellybutton. It looked as if she had just come in from tending
her gardens.

"Hey mom, you look tired."

"Hi sweetie. I am tired. It has been a long couple of days."

"So what's wrong mom? What happened?"

"Your father called É" she trailed off.

Damn. Dad had left about 5 years after I went off for college.  He was
actually my stepdad, and we never could quite along.  He was kind of a
shiftless guy, always looking to get rich quick, and never ever coming
close. I was glad he was gone, but mom never could adjust to being alone.
I tried encouraging her sell the house and move someplace new, but that
just wasn't going to happen.

And that is why I came to the old house, to lift mom's spirits once again.
In the past a prolonged phone conversation was enough to get her through
these times, and kept me from having to come back home.  But now here I
was, back home in my old room, under the Star Wars blanked that still
adorned my now seemingly tiny bed.  The inside of the house was neat and in
much better shape than the outside. But clearly the house was not aging
well.  Although clean, the walls and the carpets were unchanged from when I
left, and the furniture was exactly as it was when I left.  The chairs and
couches permanently dented the carpets with indents, marking their spots
for good.

I was starting to drift off to sleep, the long day of travel finally
catching up to me, when my door opened just a little bit wider than I had
left it, and mom's voice let me know she was there.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

"Of course mom. Come on in."

She came into my room but didn't put on the light. She sat down on the foot
of the bed, and I moved my legs aside to accommodate her.  She told me she
wanted to talk a little more as it always made her feel better hearing my
voice.  We talked about my job, and then she asked about my dating life.
There wasn't anyone serious at the moment, and I was okay with that. After
a while of small talk, she told me she wanted to lie down.

"That's a good idea, mom. Get some rest."

I thought she was going to kiss me good night, but instead started to get
under the covers next to me.  I was surprised and then a little
self-conscious as I was sleeping only in briefs.

"Is this okay?" She asked. I told her it was fine. "It just feels nice to
be here next to you."

"It's fine."

Right away I noticed her leg pressed against mine, and knew she wasn't
wearing a night gown or pajamas of any kind.  I had always thought of my
mom as a beautiful woman who kept herself in very good shape, and the few
times I had caught glimpses of her naked as a kid aroused me for sure. But
this was different, there was something going on, and I could feel myself
getting aroused.

We laid there for a while, and I knew I was not going to be able to sleep.
Mom turned on her side so she was facing me, and her hand landed on my
naked tummy. I gasped.

"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't know you were naked."

"It's okay, mom. And I'm not naked. I sleep in my underwear."

"Oh cool. I sleep in my underwear now too."

I wasn't sure how much or little she had on, but I suddenly realized I was
in bed with my mom and we were both in our underwear.  I felt my cock
twitch and start to harden.  Yikes.

Her hand moved across my tummy, and her fingers found the trail of hair
leading down from my bellybutton.

"I forget you are a grown man now!"

"Mom, I've had hair there for a very long time."

"I know," she answered. "And lower!" She seemed almost giggle as she
quickly swiped her hand down over my now erect cock.  But she drew back
from me and rolled to her other side on the little bed. I didn't know what
to do. I was shocked, but more and more wanting this to continue with
her. I rolled to my side, and put my hand on her back, feeling her smooth,
warm skin, and realized she was only wearing a bra and panties. This gave
me a quick shiver of anticipation and I let my hand move around her back,
slipping a finger under the strap of her bra.

"Go ahead and unhook it, sweetie. If that's what you want."

So I did. I fumbled with the hook, my normally steady hand suddenly very
nervous in the moment. Then I realized my mom was topless in bed with me. I
moved my hand along her side, and she brought her arm up, giving me clear
access to her breasts. I reached forward, and grabbed a handful of my mom's
breast, a breast I hadn't touched since I was a child! I heard a gasp
escape her lips as my fingers pinched her hardening nipple while squeezing
her breast.  It was all so amazing!

My erection was stretching the material of my briefs, and I suddenly needed
to grind against something, and mom was right there. I pushed my hips
forward, and with nervous apprehension, pushed my cock against mom's
backside. And to my continued surprise, she ground back against me.

"O sweetie, you are SO hard! I always figured you had a very thick cock É
and I want to touch it."

Mom quickly rolled over and pushed back the sheets.  The moon had finally
risen and, because it was nearly full, I could see mom perfectly.  Her hair
was pulled back in a ponytail, and the moon reflected perfectly off of her
fair skin. Her breasts were a perfect handful, and her nipples stood out
from them, fully erect. With the sheets out of the way, she stopped and
looked over my body, seeming to drink me entirely in. When her hand touched
my chest, my nipples hardened, and she started playing with them, gently
squeezing and brushing them. She then moved her hands down along the sides
of my chest, over my belly, then to my cock, squeezing and kneading through
my briefs.

Suddenly mom leaned forward, letting her hard nipple brush against my
chest, and she kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss that I felt in my
core.

"I've thought of this for a long time, sweetie," she whispered as she broke
off the kiss. She then brought her lips to my neck, kissing down to my
chest. Once there she ran a tongue over my nipples and I shivered. She kept
on, moving down, kissing my chest and tummy. She paused when she got to my
waistband, and I wasn't sure if she was suddenly scared, or just drinking
in the moment. After what seemed an eternity, she ran her fingertips under
the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down. My cock caught on the
waistband and slapped back against me.

"There's my good boy," she said. I almost came when she kissed the tip of
my hard cock. The feeling was incredible. And then she was sliding down my
body, smoothly pulling my briefs down my legs and over my feet.

I realized I was completely naked in front of my mom. And not just naked,
but naked and erect. I did not realize how much I had wanted this my entire
life, but right then in that moment I knew it, and knew I couldn't be
without it.

Mom seemed just as captivated with the moment, looking up and down my naked
bod in the moonlight. She brought her hands to her breasts, pinching her
own nipples.

"You are beautiful, sweetie. How do I look to you?" she asked.

"Perfect mom.  Just perfect."

"I am going to kiss you from head to toe, sweetie. Taking good care of you
like a mom should."

And she wasn't kidding.  She lifted my foot and kissed and sucked each toe
before moving to the other foot. Before she set my foot down, she pressed
the back of it between her legs, and I discovered that her panties were
soaked with excitement. I couldn't believe how hot I was making my own mom.

She then started kissing her way up my legs, alternating from leg to leg,
kissing inside and out, savoring every muscle with her fingers along the
way. As she moved past my knees, she started pushing my legs apart,
spreading me open in front of her. I found my foot was situated perfectly
between her legs, and I had to push against her wetness once again, really
enjoying how turned on my mom was right then.

My breathing was getting faster, and my heart was pounding when mom's lips
were finally directly between my legs, kissing just below my tightening
scrotum.  She pushed my legs as far apart as she could and kissed and
sucked deeply, before moving on to my balls.  She took each one first in
her hand, loosening it before sucking it into her mouth. I thought I would
explode before she even got to my cock.  I reached a hand down and touched
her head, pulling her facing against me. She moaned in response.

"You are so smooth and neat down here, dear. Makes me think you're younger
than you are."

"I like to keep nice and trimmed, mom. I like how it looks and feels."

"Me too, sweetie."

Now her mouth was on my cock, licking and kissing her way up my erect
shaft. She starting licking along the tip of my cock, flicking at the edge
of the head. Finally she grabbed my cock so it was sticking straight up,
and took me inside her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic
hair. She paused for just a moment, then began moving up and down my shaft,
stroking my balls her hand as she eagerly gobbled me up.

"Oh mom É that feels amazing!"

My moans only fueled her passion, and she was wildly sucking my cock.  She
paused for a moment to suck her finger, getting it nice and wet before
returning to my cock.  Then I felt her wet finger probing between my
cheeks, and I lifted my hips slightly to give her access to my anus, and
her wet finger started a slow, gentle penetration as she continued sucking
my cock.

I was building toward an amazing orgasm, but she suddenly stopped.  She
looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, and I could read the passion on
her face.  She then peeled off her panties, one leg at a time, keeping
herself on top of me.

She looked at me again and said, "I want you to eat my pussy, sweetie."

All I could do was nod as she moved toward me and straddled my head with
her knees.  I eagerly grabbed onto her wonderfully firm backside and pulled
her nearly dripping pussy to my face. I was quite proud of my oral skills,
and I wanted my mom to cum in my face.

I buried my face between her legs, pulling her against me until I was
nearly smothered, and I set my tongue to work on her. She tasted amazing,
and I moved my tongue first around her lips, then to her clit, then I
pushed inside of her, fucking her with my tongue.  I kept the pattern
going, picking up the pace and intensity.  Mom's moans were turning to
screams.

"Oh god I'm going to cum sweetie, I'm going to cum," she screamed out,
grinding herself against my face until all I could do was move my tongue
back and forth over her clit. Her orgasm was over the top for us both, and
she kept grinding until she nearly collapsed with pleasure.

After a moment in this position, she moved to down to kiss me, with a deep,
tongue-filled kiss. "I taste good on your lips, sweetie. Now let's take
care of you."

With that she slipped her well-lubricated pussy up and over my nearly
bursting cock. She moaned my name as I pushed inside of her.  I was so
aroused by now I knew it wouldn't take long, and we started fucking,
picking up our pace with every thrust. She was wrapped tight around me.

"Fuck me sweetie. Fill me with your cum É"

That was all the encouragement I needed.  My pace quickly became frantic,
and with a few very hard, deep thrusts I unleashed a torrent of cum inside
of my mom, filling her up, thrusting and pushing until I was nearly
paralyzed with pleasure and exhaustion.

Mom, rolled off of me, my cock still semi-hard and dripping with our
combined juices.  She leaned down, and took a mouthful from my cock, and
moved back up and kissed me deeply so we could both taste our juices.

Mom cuddled up next to, and as we both dozed off, she whispered, "I love
you sweetie É This is just the start É"

To be continued.