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Like Mother, Like Son
I had just turned 18.
I was graduating high school in a few months and I was pretty excited to say the least. No longer would I have to worry about waking up every morning to go sit in some dull classroom listening to some teacher ramble on about history, or math, or science with no real passion because they were making less money than most of their peers.
Nope, I was a few short months away from freedom.
It came as no surprise that I was being bombarded constantly by relatives and the parents of friends about college. If I had to hear one more time, "So, where are you going to college?" I was going to scream.
It's not that I wasn't interested in college -- I was. I just didn't want to go right away. I wanted to get out and live!
I wanted to finally move out from home and get my own place and be independent for awhile before I made that leap from high school to college.
I mean really, who the fuck wants to spend 12 years sitting in a classroom only to jump into 4 more years plus...
Definitely not I.
So, I decided to take some time to enjoy myself. Hell, I deserved it.
I got pretty decent grades. B average with a few C's and D's here and there wasn't too shabby.
I wasn't some whiz kid, to be sure, but then again I wasn't some stupid, lazy moron either. I was pretty middle of the road, and that's where I liked it.
Nobody really expected too much of me and at the same time I was doing good enough to stay out of trouble.
Needless to say, I WAS good at staying out of trouble. Not that I avoided it -- not at all.
In fact, I would say I sought trouble out more often than not.
I would go to parties every weekend like any normal high school kid and I would get drunk and play poker and smoke pot, but some weekends my friends and I would do stupid things like break into the school cafeteria and poke holes in all the milk cartons. I mean, nothing to go to prison over, but we pulled off some pretty elaborate pranks in our day.
One time we even managed to set up a webcam in the girl's locker room. It was quite a shining moment for us, even though nobody ever knew who was responsible.
But WE knew, and that alone was worth it.
And so all of this would soon be gone. My friends would go to college in various states across the country and I would end up stuck in this little town, working a dead end job just to make ends meet and pay for my studio apartment. But you know what, that's what I wanted to do. I wanted to be out on my own and work some shitty job and pay my own way.
It was what I needed to do. Since my dad died things had been pretty easy, financially, for my mom and I.
Dad had left quite a bit of money behind and his life insurance policy only added to it.
Mom wasn't too thrifty, but I never thought she really wasted the money. I mean she would go out and buy really nice things, like clothes, shoes, makeup and a new car -- but overall she didn't go crazy with it. I could tell she missed my dad, but I think she really wanted to find another guy who would sweep her off her feet. She was 36, so it wasn't like she didn't have something to offer men. I have to say, my mom was pretty hot for...well...being my mom.
Grandma always teased her about having me too young, but she said that she never once thought about having an abortion or giving me up for adoption. She said I was special and that she knew it from the moment she realized she was pregnant. I'm not sure if dad shared those sentiments, but I know he loved me.
My dad once told me the whole story about how he got mom knocked up when she was 17 after some dance. At the time he was a bit older than mom and so he got really scared when she wound up pregnant. 20 years ago it wasn't as common as it is now for a high school girl to be pregnant.
He said he was mostly scared of what my mom's dad would do to him. But my dad stepped up to the plate and married my mom. That's probably the only thing that saved him from the wrath of my grandfather.
When dad died it was hard on all of us. Mom did her best and after the past 5 years, I have to say, I think she did alright.
I mean, I'm not some junkie kid who's all fucked up because I'm the son of a single mother. I'm not all cracked out because my dad died when I was young.
I was actually pretty normal for the most part. I think sometimes that worried everybody around me. It's like they expected me to become a fuck up.
Let's just say I was very happy to prove them wrong.
Now all of this is great and all, but you're probably asking yourself, what's the point of this story? Well, it really sets everything up for what happened next.
Like I said, it was a few months prior to graduation and at the time I didn't really have a girlfriend. There were a couple girls I fucked around with at parties and shit, but nothing serious. I wasn't a virgin, that's for sure. I just didn't really feel that any of the girls in my school were really worth my time. Now that may sound a bit egocentric, but I think my dad's death really made me kinda grow up fast. In a way I became the man of the house.
Mom paid the bills and made sure everything was taken care of financially, but when it came down to the big decisions, it fell on me.
Mom was always the kind of woman who needed a man to take control. She wasn't dumb or weak by any stretch of the imagination, but she just grew up where her father was the head of the household and I don't think that ever left her.
About a year after my dad died was when mom really came to me and said that I needed to step up. At the time I was just kind of gliding through life and livin' off the money my dad left without really taking any responsibility for anything. I don't think my mom liked that too much because she basically told me if I didn't change my behavior she was gonna cut me off financially.
It wasn't until a few months later that I really understood her motivation for saying that, and I have to say, it changed my life.
I knew that shortly after that talk with my mom I became a man. And my mom could tell too. She would always make comments about me being the head of the household and what a macho man I was when I would make decisions. She always gave me this smirk and I never really understood why until the few months before graduation.
It was a normal enough day, I got home from school and went up to my room. Mom wasn't home, as usual, so I figured she must be out shopping again.
I turned on my computer and checked my Facebook and popped on my iTunes. I was just randomly looking through websites when I started to get horny.
And I don't mean just a little horny, I mean, my cock was rock hard and I really felt like I was going to burst through my pants.
It was the type of horny that you have to take care of right then and there. So I did what any average teenager would do in that situation.
I went for my downloaded porn.
I had quite the collection. Anal. BDSM. Lesbians. Cheerleaders. Hardcore. Gonzo. Asian.
I had accumulated a mini library of pornographic movies over the past couple of years and it had become my go-to stash when I was feeling like I did that day.
So I skimmed through and nothing really caught my attention. I had seen most of the videos so many times that I could literally recite them line for line and move for move.
It was boring. I wanted something new. Something different.
A friend of mine sent me a beastiality link one time and I checked that out for like a minute and I just couldn't get into it.
Something about chicks fucking animals just didn't sit with me well. I think I felt bad for the animals.
So I started Googling for something new. I came across fetish sites, but I just really wasn't into feet or girls eating shit and getting pissed on.
Just wasn't my thing. By now I was getting really frustrated because my cock was about to explode and I needed to find something to jerk off to.
I knew if I waited too long my dick would go limp and a serious case of blue balls would ensue.
Finally I typed in the word INCEST.
I'd never really seen any incest videos, it all just seemed a little too weird for me. But this time I pulled up a website and it showed some guy fucking this older woman that was supposed to be his mother. I didn't see any resemblance.
I skimmed through the website until I saw a pretty hot chick getting fucked by what was supposedly her father. It was a bit arousing, so I looked for better quality.
I finally came across a site called MotherFuckers.com. Don't look for it, it isn't around anymore, but at the time it had these gorgeous older women who were fucking and getting fucked by these young guys who, in some instances, looked like their real sons.
I know I shouldn't have, but for a fleeting moment I thought of my mom. I mean I had seen her walk around in bikinis by the pool and every once in awhile she'd walk out of the shower in a towel, but I never really paid that much attention to it. She was my mom for christ's sake.
But as I looked through these images I came across one woman who looked a lot like my mom. For a second I thought she might even BE my mom, but I knew that wasn't the case. But I couldn't stop myself from looking at the photos of this chick. She was in her late 30's and, like my mom, had a body to die for.
I mean, I had never thought of my mom sexually, but I always joked with her about being a MILF.
The first time I said that she looked at me like I was crazy. She was like, "A MILF, what's that?" I explained it stood for Mom I'd Like To Fuck.
I swear she turned beet red and walked out of the room, saying "Jason, you're terrible."
Ever since then I called her a MILF whenever she looked good and she would always give me that same sly smirk.
So as I sat there with a cock that could break rock, I looked at these photos of this woman and I started thinking about my mother.
I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. Her full breasts, round ass and long legs were implanted in my mind instantly.
I was pretty deep in thought about it all when I heard my mom's voice behind me.
"Jason, what are you doing?!"
I literally jumped out of my skin. I hadn't heard her come home and I had no idea she was behind me.
I turned around quickly, trying to block the computer screen from her view, making sure not to let her see my erection.
She looked at me with an expression of confusion.
"Nothing, what's up? Where were you?"
She knew I was looking at porn, but she just rolled her eyes.
"I was taking a nap in my room. I didn't hear you come home."
"Where's the car?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"It's in the shop today. Lisa gave me a ride home."
As soon as my mom said that I instantly got an image in my mind of my mom riding me like a cowgirl.
I must have blushed because she suddenly looked at me with a concerned expression.
"Are you feeling ok?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I said, clicking off the porn site and pulling up my iTunes browser. She walked over to me and put her hand on my forehead.
I was sweating not only because of my embarrasment, but also because of the erection in my pants that instantly twitched when her hand touched my skin.
Her hand felt so soft on my forehead. It was really smooth and I swear I could have came right then and there.
But I didn't. I tried so hard to control myself.
"Feels like you have a fever..." she said.
"No, really, I'm fine. I was just playing some video games and I get all stressed out. You know, first person shooters and everything..."
She looked at me strangely.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
I nodded yes.
"Mom, I'm fine, seriously. It's just a little hot in here." I took my jacket off and let it fall down over my waist, hiding my hard on.
Maybe it was my state of mind, but I swore my mom glanced down at my cock before turning to leave.
"Oh, by the way, don't make any plans. I got that movie I want to watch tonight and you said you'd watch it with me, remember?"
"Yeah, for sure. I wasn't going to do anything but play video games anyways."
"Ok, good. Seems like it's been forever since we actually spent some quality time together."
'I'll give you some quality time...' raced through my mind. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was thinking of my mom as a sexual being now.
I was looking at her and thinking about her like I did the girls at school. I literally had to bite my tongue before I said something lewd.
After a brief pause I said,
"I know. Time flies, huh?"
I sounded like an idiot. I seriously felt like I had just made an ass out of myself in front of a girl I was trying to mack on.
My mom looked at me curiously.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Mom...seriously. I'm fine."
She hesitated at my door. For an instant, when she turned, I saw a flash of cleavage and I thought my cock was going to jump out of my pants and attack my mom.
I quickly turned around and went back to my computer.
"Ok. Movie starts at 8. Don't be late!"
"Ok, I won't."
My mom walked down the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchen.
I just sat there, dumbfounded. I could not believe I was having these urges and feelings about my own mother.
And the thing was, I wasn't creeped out by it at all, in fact, I was extremely turned on. All I wanted to do was pounce on my mom and fuck her.
There, I said it.
In my mind, I said what my body was feeling. I couldn't really fathom it completely, but there it was.
My rational mind tried to justify these feelings as simple biology.
'Come on, you were horny, you saw a hot chick on the internet who happened to look a little like your mom and when she surprised you it was some kind of transferrance or something....it doesn't mean anything. Just jerk off, cum and you'll forget all about it.'
That's what I tried to tell myself.
So I did just that. I went into the bathroom, pulled down my pants, sat on the toilet and started rubbing my cock.
The problem was, as soon as I closed my eyes all I could see was that flash of cleavage in my mom's blouse.
I seriously tried not to....but I could not stop my mind from replaying that brief second of skin over and over.
Even as I tried to fight it I kept stroking my cock harder and faster.
My mind was swirling with images from the internet and my own mother. I kept seeing her bending over in her bikini.
All the nuances I had ignored previously came rushing back to me, clear as a bell.
Her hard nipples through her bikini. The lips of her vagina when she would bend over by the pool.
The curve of her ass and the way her tits would bounce when she'd hop across the hot concrete.
All of these things I never paid attention to, but now, in my bathroom, with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, it was all I could think about.
Suddenly I was exploding. My cum shot across the bathroom and hit the door.
A sensation like I had never felt before shook my whole body as I slowly stroked my cock up and down as my cum squirted out in three or four wads, until finally a thick strand of it seeped out of the tip and ran down over my fingers.
I laid back on the toilet, unable to catch my breath. My pants were around my ankles and my whole body felt numb.
I just sat there for what felt like an eternity.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door!
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Jason? Are you in there?"
It was my mom. I just froze, unable to move. What if she opened the door? Did I lock it?
What if she caught me jerking off?
My God, I felt like I was 5 years old with my hand in the cookie jar.
I finally muttered,
"Are you alright? It sounded like you hurt yourself."
"I'm....fine!" I had to spit out the last word forcibly so she would hear it.
"Ok..." she said, sounding unconvinced. "You're not piercing your nose or something, are you?"
I almost laughed out loud. I held my tongue and finally closed my eyes with relief and said,
"No, mom. I'm taking a shit."
"Oh -- I'm sorry!" she said, sounding surprised and embarrassed. "I uh...I'll be downstairs..."
I heard her footsteps as she quickly trotted down the carpeted stairs.
I almost laughed. The sheer absurdity of the moment just took me over and I had to literally bite my tongue.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the damage.
I had shot cum from my cock all the way to the bathroom door.
There was a long stream of it running down the door and splotches across the tiled floor. I looked down to see it covering my fingers.
As I moved my hand the stickiness made me hold my hand in the air, afraid of getting it close to anything.
Using my clean hand I grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper and started wiping the cum off.
I slowly stood up, still feeling a bit weak in the knees from my orgasm. I grabbed a handtowel and finished what the toilet paper failed to clean.
I then bent down and started wiping up the cum on the floor and then slowly wiped up the door, just barely catching a droplet of cum that was about to drip to the floor.
I was impressed with myself.
It was definitely the hardest I had ever came, and even though I had never really seen how far I could shoot my cum during an orgasm, I just knew that at no time previously would I have been able to duplicate that range.
Even in my dazed state I was able to clean everything up. I proceeded to clean off some cum that had gotten on my pants and then washed my hands.
I took the cum covered towel to the laundry room and dropped it in the washing machine. It had become a ritual whenever I jerked off.
I usually would use my socks as it was easy to clean up and very convenient, and then I'd drop them in the washing machine, figuring my mom would just run a load of clothes, never being none the wiser about my jizz filled socks.
But now I imagined her finding them and sniffing them. The thought of that made my cock twitch and start to get hard again.
I quickly went to my room and tried to focus on something else.
As the time went by that night I pre-occupied myself with my Xbox. I played Gears of War for a few hours straight, uninterrupted.
I was pretty sure my mom was still embarrassed about the bathroom incident, and I wasn't complaining. The last thing I needed was for those thoughts to start creeping back into my brain. As I was playing I would have flashes of what would happen tonight.
I was hoping she'd be wearing something short and tight.
As strange as it sounded, I was thinking about movie nite with my mom like a date with a chick from school.
Finally 7:45 rolled around and I shut off my Xbox and threw the controller on my bed.
I just sat there, thinking.
I knew my mom was going to expect me downstairs any minute and I really wasn't sure how I was going to react throughout the night.
I finally decided that it was just a one-time fluke and that once I actually got down there and watched a movie with my mom, things would be pretty much back to normal.
I mean shit, we used to have movie nights every night after my dad died. It became a household ritual. I know it was mostly because my mom was lonely, but I think it helped both of us.
I looked at the clock: 7:51.
I took a deep breath and changed my clothes. I put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of baskeball shorts. I instinctively reached for my cologne and stopped myself.
'That might be a bit odd, don't you think?' I thought to myself. I hesitated. Yeah probably not a good idea.
I was forcing myself not to think like I was going on a date.
It was not easy.
I sighed and walked towards the stairs. I could smell the popcorn as soon as I left my room.
I could look down to the couch from the top of the stairs and saw my mom already sitting there watching TV.
As I started down the stairs I noticed she was wearing her white tank top and pajama bottoms. It was her go-to comfort clothing.
I forced myself to look down at the stairs as I stepped off the last one.
I really had to make myself not think about my mother sexually.
"Hey there." she said.
Instantly I took it as sounding flirtatious. I knew it wasn't, but in the back of my mind I was taking it that way.
"Hey," I said non chalantly. "You need a drink?"
"Oh shit, yeah. I totally forgot to grab mine. Would you get it out of the fridge for me?"
"Sure..." I said calmly. "The usual?" I asked in a funny, bartender-like voice.
My mother smiled a little, "Of course." she said.
Something about her smile made me excited. I quickly walked into the kitchen and tried to ignore my conflicting thoughts.
I opened the fridge and grabbed her Diet Coke. I placed it on the counter and opened up the cupboard.
Grabbing a tall glass I went over to the freezer door and pushed the glass against the lever, dispensing ice cubes.
The loud noise of the ice machine coupled with the tinkling of the ice cubes in the glass made me feel a little less anxious.
It was a sound I had heard all too often and my mind associated it with my mom as the woman that raised me, not the sexual fantasy I had depicted in my head earlier that day.
I opened the can of Diet Coke with a loud snap and slowly poured it over the ice in the glass. The foam bubbled and rose to the top and I waited for it to subside before pouring in more.
I called out from the kitchen,
"So what movie are we watching?"
I waited for a few seconds until my mom replied,
"It's that new Friday the 13th movie!"
I paused, thinking.
"You mean that remake they did?" I knew that's what she meant, but I asked her anyways.
"That's the one. Have you seen it?"
I grabbed her glass of Diet Coke and a Pepsi for myself and walked back into the living room.
"No, I have not. I wanted to though..."
I handed her the glass of Diet Coke. She smiled and took it from me.
"Thaaaank you, baby," she said.
My heart skipped a beat when she called me baby. I mean, she had called me that many times before and I never thought twice about it, but now...
It stuck in my mind like a splinter.
'You're her son, dumbass...' I thought to myself. It didn't matter. I felt a rush of excitement when she said it and I was still feeling a bit high off of that when I sat down next to her.
"I heard it was really good!" she said, grabbing the remote off the couch. "But I will warn you, I might get scared and have to have you hold me."
She laughed as I tensed up.
'Was this for real?' I thought. I mean, what if she did grab me or something. How would I react? Would my cock spring to life?
I suddenly got nervous and wasn't sure what I should do.
I sipped my Pepsi and sat back on the couch as she turned off the lights with the remote and turned up the volume on the TV.
The movie started as we both sat and watched, sharing the bowl of popcorn sitting between us on the couch.
Within the first 15 mins my mom jumped and screamed. I had to laugh at her.
"Shut up!" she said, "That's not funny! That was really scary!"
"I know, I'm sorry...it's just that, it's so predictable..." I laughed.
"Hey now, just because your mom is a scaredy cat doesn't give you permission to laugh..."
I looked at her and couldn't look away. My smile faded as I saw my mom as a true sexual being.
She was no longer my mother, but a completely beautiful woman. The light from the TV bounced off her cheeks and full, pouty lips. I watched as her long eyelashes curled as she blinked.
Time seemed to stand still as I watched her long dark hair curve around her shoulder. I looked down at her chest as her perfectly round breasts pressed tightly against the cotton tank top.
She jumped, which made me jump. I quickly looked away, unsure if she saw me looking at her tits.
She paused and said,
"You're not laughing now, are you..." and gave me that sly smirk. I just laughed a little and didn't take my eyes off the screen.
My God, what was wrong with me? Here I was sitting in my own living room next to my mother, and all I could think about was wanting to run my hands all over her body and kiss those soft, luscious lips of hers.
I felt like I was going mad. I just kept watching the movie and eating popcorn until it was all gone.
My mom moved the bowl to the table which left an open spot between us.
I didn't dare move.
Even the part in the movie with the young, hot teenage girl dancing to some hip-hop song didn't divert my attention from what was going on in my mind.
I think my mom thought I was totally checking her out since I was staring at the screen so intently.
"You should be covering your eyes!" she joked. In my mind I was thinking, 'Good Lord mom, if you only knew the things I've done with some of the girls from school....'
But I just laughed and said casually,
She laughed and we continued watching the movie.
It was about an hour in when my mom grabbed me. I wasn't expecting it at all and I must have jumped myself as she pulled me close to her.
Instantly all I was aware of was how incredibly good she smelled.
My mother's perfume, while usually comforting, was awakening something inside of me that was aggressive and wanting.
She buried her face in my shoulder as Jason Vorhees slaughtered another hapless girl.
I could smell her hair and feel it against my neck. It was so soft.
I inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet aroma.
It was intoxicating.
She clung to me as she looked up at the TV screen again. My cock stirred.
The smell of my mother, and her being so close to me was all I needed to awake the feelings from earlier that day.
My cock started to grow in my shorts as I tried to cover it with my other arm.
My mom was obvlious to my internal struggle and watched intently as another victim fell before the hockey masked killer.
I could not believe how horny I was. It was what I felt earlier amplified times one hundred.
My cock was growing fast and it would be hard for me to hide it after too long.
My heart was thumping in my chest so loud I thought it would stop.
I was sweating now and all I could do is think of how close my mom was to me and how badly I wanted to touch her body.
I looked down and I could see the cleavage of her breasts down the front of her tank top, which looked even bigger since she had her left arm pushed against them as she clutched my shirt.
I wanted to touch them. To lick them.
I wanted to stick my cock between them.
Without thinking I said quietly in almost a hoarse voice,
My mother slowly looked up at me. Her eyes were like jewels against her soft white skin.
Her lips so full and soft under her perfect nose...
We shared a look at that moment that spoke more than any words I could have conveyed.
From the second she looked up at me -- hell, from the sound of my voice -- my mother knew what I wanted.
What I craved...
She looked at me with a sense of confusion and slight longing. I could have been fooling myself of course, but I'd like to think that at that point she felt about me at least a little how I felt about her.
After a few fleeting seconds staring into my mother's eyes I quickly leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.
It was perfect. As soon as my lips touched hers the passion inside of me erupted and I knew there was no turning back.
My cock throbbed as her soft lips pressed against mine and I slowly pushed my tongue against them.
I'm not sure what was going through my mother's mind at that point, but for a brief moment, I felt as if she was kissing me with a similar passion.
But then abruptly it ended when she pulled her lips away from mine.
She quickly sat up and just looked at me, shocked.
"JASON!" she scolded. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded.
I just looked at her with a glazed over expression of lust and passion and leaned towards her, wanting to feel her lips on mine again.
She put her hands up to block me but it was useless. I was stronger of course and broke through her weak defense and pressed my lips to hers.
She made a struggling noise and smacked my chest as I kissed her hard.
There was no turning back at that point. I knew right then and there that I had to have my mother and I knew nothing was going to stop me.
I grabbed her wrists and pushed them back against the couch. I got up on one knee and leaned over my mother.
She looked up at me, shocked.
"Jason! Get OFF of me NOW!!" she said, struggling. The realization of exactly what I was doing really sunk in and I could see a slight panic on her face and hear it in her voice.
This excited me even more.
I didn't say a word, I simply continued to hold her down and kissed her again.
This time she turned her head away from me. This made me angry.
I firmly held her wrists back and pushed my knee between her legs. She tried to struggle against me, but I was too strong and too big for her to resist.
It was an awkward position for sure, but I was so incredibly horny I didn't care.
With one hand I held her down by her right shoulder, and with the other hand I slid off the left strap on her tank top.
She yelled at me to stop, but I didn't.
I pulled her tank top down, exposing her left breast. It was beautiful. I touched it with my hand, cupping it and feeling the soft skin against mine.
It felt so perfect to the touch. I felt her nipple in my palm as I gently squeezed her breast, now kissing her neck.
"JASON! PLEASE..STOP!!" she yelled at me. She was almost on the verge of tears now.
There wasn't one part of me that felt any sympathy. I was out of control and knew that nothing would stop me from having her that night.
My hand continued to squeeze and massage her left breast while she struggled against me.
Her actions were futile as I ran my tongue up and down her neck, gently kissing and biting it.
I could feel her trying to get away, but she couldn't.
She was mine.
I licked my tongue up her neck to her left ear and whispered softly,
"Mom...you're so beautiful...."
With that she seemed to stop for a second. I'm not sure if she was confused or scared or maybe even flattered, but she stopped struggling for a brief instant while I continued, "Your skin is so soft....and it feels so good....Mom....I want you..."
My voice was a whisper with a passion that I doubt anyone had ever shown her -- my father included.
I heard her gasp at the last three words I said to her and her struggles seem to subside.
I pulled back and looked down at her. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were wide with fear...but she did not fight me.
She looked up at me with a sort of lost look on her face. It was almost as if she felt she were in a dream.
I eased my grip on her.
Even though I was expecting it, she didn't try to get away.
She just looked up at me, quietly. After a few silent moments I said to her, "You are so beautiful....so..sexy. Everything inside of me wants you..."
She hesitated and then without saying a word she leaned up and kissed me on the lips.
I was shocked. This was the last reaction I expected, but it was all the more satisfying.
She kissed me softly, lingering on my lips with hers and then I felt her gently push her tongue between them.
I couldn't control myself any longer. I pushed back against my mother with a very forceful yet delicate pressure as I pushed my tongue between her own lips.
I had never felt something so intense in my life. The passion in that kiss was something I will never forget.
We kissed like two lovers who had been seperated for years. And perhaps, in some way, that's what we were.
My cock was rock solid and it yearned to be free from my shorts and boxers.
I pressed it against my mother's thigh and she could feel it, hard as a rock.
I let go of her shoulder, pulled down her other tank top strap, exposing both of her breasts now.
My hands fondled both of them, kneading and squeezing them. They felt so soft and perfect in my hands...I wanted to lose myself in them.
We continued kissing passionately while my mother ran her hands through my hair, pulling on it as she bit my bottom lip.
I pulled away slowly and looked at her, smiling.
She looked up at me with a new look of passion,
"Jason...my little boy...God I want you...."
Just hearing those words spill from my mother's lips nearly sent me over the edge. I really had to contain myself from cumming in my boxers at that point.
Things were so intense that I was literally reeling from it all.
I felt my mother's right hand slide down my back and over my ass cheek as she slipped her hand inside my shorts. I felt her soft, smooth fingers slip under the waistband of my boxers as she slid her hand to my cock.
As soon as she touched it I saw her eyes get so wide....I was rock hard and on fire.
Not to mention the size of my cock was nothing to scoff at. While I wasn't as big as the guys I'd seen in my porn movies, I had 7 inches of thick cock that pleased many a teenage girl in my time.
Needless to say my mother wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly started stroking me up and down.
The sensation was unbelievable. I had had many handjobs in the backseat of cars, movie theaters and detention classes, but this was unlike any experience I had ever felt.
Looking down at my mother jerking me off as she looked up at me with such intensity and desire was enough to make me cum right then and there, but I held it back.
I squeezed the muscles in my cock hard to keep from ejaculating. It hurt a little, but it kept me at bay.
She could tell what I was doing and she smiled up at me.
"Jason...are you trying to keep from cumming...?" she said in a voice I had never heard emanate from my mother.
I smiled, and panting a little I answered,
She smiled and pushed me back so I was standing up.
I stood there looking down at my beautiful mother who smiled up at me and gently pushed me back away from the couch.
I watched as she took off her tank top all the way, her perfect breasts swaying from side to side.
She then proceeded to get on her knees in front of me and I watched as something in my wildest dreams I never would have imagined, started to happen.
My mother looked up at me and took my cock in her hand and pressed it against her lips.
As I watched in awe she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of my shaft.
The whole time she never broke eye contact as her hand held my shaft in place and her tongue swirled its way up and down my cock until finally she slowly took the head into her mouth.
I could not believe what was happening. I was looking down at my mother sucking on my cock.
Twenty-Four hours earlier the thought would never have even crossed my mind, yet here I was getting a blow job from my mother.
She took my cock all the way in her mouth, pushing herself down on my cock as I felt it slide down her throat.
I was amazed at not only how good it felt, but also at how good she was at it.
As I gasped for air my mom bobbed her head up and down on my cock, sucking and slurping me towards my second orgasm of the day.
It wasn't long until I felt the sensation start to build. I instantly and instincitvely grabbed my mother by her hair and started to fuck her mouth.
She moaned with pleasure as I held her hair with my hands, sliding my cock deep down her throat. She kept sucking and humming as her son face fucked her.
"Oh my God mom...I'm going to cum...."
She looked up at me with a smile in her eyes that I had never seen before. I couldn't believe how amazing this was as I looked down one last time before exploding into my mother's mouth.
Instantly she started milking my cock with her mouth, taking burst after burst of hot cum down her throat.
I couldn't believe how it felt. It made the orgasm from earlier feel like scratching an itch. I was literally in another world as I watched my cum run from my mother's mouth.
I bucked my hips, squirting more and more cum into her mouth, watching it pour from those perfect lips and spill down her chin on to her perfect breasts.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
My mother swallowed my hot load, finally pulling off my cock and running her tongue up my shaft, licking up the extra semen that had trickled out of my hole.
I was in complete shock at the sensation I was feeling and the sight I was seeing.
My cum was all over my mom's face and on her tits as she looked up at me with a sexiness I had never seen from any woman since.
"Did that feel good baby?" she asked me coyly.
I only nodded and emitted a strained moan of pleasure. She laughed and proceeded to scoop the cum off her breasts into her mouth as she licked her fingers clean.
"That's just the beginning...." she said. I was oblivious to everything. I nearly collapsed as I stood there.
My mom stood up and gently squeezed my balls.
"That's my boy..." she said, smiling.
I nearly fell onto the couch, trying to catch my breath.
She smiled and curled up next to me.
"That was fun, Jason..."
I looked at her, confused for a second.
"I didn't ... think..." I said out of breath, "...that you'd...want to do...that with..me."
She thought for a second and then replied,
"Well, at first you scared me....I didn't know what was going on....and I thought you were going to hurt me, but after what you said to me and how you looked at me, I just knew that I wanted it just as much as you did."
I smiled. I was so fucking content I couldn't believe it. I just came in my mother's mouth and here I was, half naked, lying next to her.
We laid there like that for awhile, just enjoying each other's physical contact. Mom would run her hand up and down my thighs and I would kiss her off and on.
It wasn't long until my cock started to get hard again. As soon as she saw it my mom said,
"That's better..." and she took it in her hand. I felt her slowly start to massage it and rub it, making it hard again.
I closed my eyes as she rubbed the underside of my shaft with her soft, petite hands.
"Mmmmmm....God you're good at that, mom..." I said as she got me back up to full strength.
"I know," she proclaimed non chalantly. "But you haven't seen nothin' yet..." she said as she stood up.
She slid off her pajama bottoms and I saw her black bikini panties. She looked so sexy, I just wanted to stare at her like that forever.
She turned around to tease me and looked over her shoulder as she put her thumbs through the waistband of her panties.
Slowly she slid them off and bent over, pushing them down her long, slender legs.
I was instantly rock solid.
My mother's ass was perfection. So perfectly round and smooth...it was the envy of any woman. Jennifer Lopez would be jealous of my mother's ass.
She turned around and straddled me.
Climbing up onto me her tits swung in my face as I felt the warmth of her cunt on my shaft.
She looked down at me smiling as she said softly,
"You feel so good baby....mmmmm....I can't wait to feel your hard cock in my pussy...."
She slowly slid the lips of her cunt up and down my cock, teasing me as I squeezed her tits and licked and bit her nipples.
Her breasts were so amazing in my face, but it paled in comparison to the next sensation I felt.
With a quick inhale she pressed the head of my cock into her pussy.
She looked into my eyes as I felt her slide all the way down on to my shaft until I felt her resting on my balls.
The sensation was unbelievable. My mother's cunt pulsated and throbbed against my cock as I felt her contract it around me.
She now grabbed my wrists and held them against the back of the couch as she slowly started to fuck her son.
I couldn't believe it. This was really happening to me and it was so amazing.
My mother was riding my cock. Her tight little pussy slid up and down on my shaft as she breathed heavily, moaning my name as she fucked me,
"Oohhhh...Jaaaason...oh god baby...you feel so good...fuck mommy.."
We kissed hard as she fucked me. My cock thrusting deep up inside of her as my balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh God, mom...your pussy feels soooooooooo good.." I said in a whisper.
And it did.
It was without a doubt the best sex I had ever had.
My mom rode me just as I had fantasized about earlier in the day. Her tits bounced up and down, hitting my chest as she slid up and down on my cock.
"Oh God baby....mommy's gonna cuuuummmm...." she said in a low moan.
Just hearing her say that made me nearly shoot my load inside of her...but I didn't. I didn't want this to end yet.
As her thrusts intensified mom started to cum all over my cock as I felt a warm gush flood her vagina.
She moaned loud as she squeezed her pussy around my shaft.
"Oh MY GOOOOOOOD!!!! Baby, I'm CUUUUMMMIIINNGGGGG....FUCK YES!!" she moaned loudly.
She looked at me with an animal passion I had never seen even at that point.
She snarled a bit as she pumped my cock deep into her. She was like a wild animal, fucking like her very existence depended on it.
"Oh fuck mom...you're so fucking hot..." I said. She smiled at me as her thrusts started to slow down.
Finally she rolled off of me and scooted up next to me again.
"Oh my GOD baby, that was soooooooo good." she said to me. We kissed softly.
She looked up at me and I wanted to cum right then and there.
She was so beautiful...so pretty...so cute. I didn't know how I never noticed it before, but my mom was perfect.
"Now honey, I want to do aaaaaaaanything you want to do to me. Don't be shy," she said matter of factly, "whatever you want, we can do."
I looked at her and thought for about 2 seconds before it just spilled out,
"I want to fuck your ass, mom."
She looked at me a little shocked. I guess I took her by surprise.
"You...you wanna fuck my ass?" she said curiously.
"Yeah.." I replied, hoping she wouldn't object.
She thought about it for a few seconds and then looked at me.
"Ok baby...anything for my boy," she said in a motherly way. "But, you have to go easy on me...I've never done it before..."
I was shocked, honestly. As good as my mom was at fucking and sucking I was sure she had had anal sex before.
"Seriously? You've never had anal?"
She shook her pretty head no.
"It wasn't ever something I thought would be fun, but, we're breaking all the rules tonight already, so, I figure, what the hell..."
I smiled. I was going to take my mother's virgin ass. I could not have been more ecstatic.
You have to understand, my mother was 36 and had obviously been around the block a few times -- hell she had a kid at 18 -- but for me to be able to fuck her in a way she had never been fucked before...
that just blew my mind.
"Ok," I said, "Get on your hands and knees..."
She quickly got up on her knees, facing the back of the couch so her pretty ass was sticking high in the air as she leaned against the back cushions of the couch.
She looked over her shoulder at me as I got behind her.
"Be gentle baby, ok?"
I nodded and leaned down and gently started running my tongue over her tight, virgin asshole.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh...." she moaned in pleasure. Obviously she wasn't expecting that.
I spread her cheeks apart wide and pushed my wet tongue into her tight butthole.
I started fucking her ass with my tongue as she moaned and squirmed with pleasure.
"oh God Jason....that feels sooooo good when you lick mommy's ass..."
This got me even more excited and so I took my thumb and shoved it into her cunt.
She jumped a little and then pushed back against my face with her ass as I buried myself in her round, luscious cheeks.
My tongue pumped in and out of her virgin hole, my thumb pressing deeper and deeper into her, making her wetter and hotter.
"Oh Jason...fuck...I LOVE it...make mommy cummm..."
I started rubbing her clit now as she started writhing against my fingers and my face. I then moved my tongue down to her pussy which was dripping juices at that point.
She rode my fingers and I felt her starting to cum again as she moaned loudly.
"OH JASON..YYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS...MOMMY'S CUMMMINNNGGG!!!!" she wailed as I felt her gush all over my fingers and hands and face.
I lapped up her sweet juices as they ran down her thighs.
It was amazing. I was eating my mother's pussy as she came all over my face.
I leaned forward and put my fingers to my mom's lips. Instantly she took them in her mouth and started sucking on them.
She moaned and squirmed, tasting her own juices. I watched her lick my fingers clean as she looked back at me over her left shoulder.
"Ok baby...now please..fuck mommy in the ass..."
That was all the motivation I needed. I took my cock, which at that point was back to being hard as a rock, and rubbed the head up and down the lips of her still dripping cunt.
I made the head glisten with her juices as she moaned,
"Jason, stop teasing me and put it in my ass baby....please...."
Her voice saying to me was almost enough to send me over the edge...but again, I held back.
This was too good to be true and there was no way I was going to blow it -- no pun intended.
Once I got the head of my cock and the shaft nice and wet and slick I slide my cock betweent the cheeks of her ass.
It was heavenly. Watching it slide between those two perfect mounds of flesh, and feeling her hot asshole against the underside of my cock as she flexed it instinctively....wow!
She wanted it bad.
I was so turned on I couldn't believe it. Again she looked back at me,
"Jason...pleeeeeeeeeeease...fuck mommy in the ass...please baby? I want it..."
My God that woman knew exactly what to say and how to say it.
I smiled and pressed the slick head against her asshole. She jumped a little, not expecting it.
I spread her cheeks apart wide as I guided the head into her. She moaned and squirmed a bit as I felt the head slide into her butthole.
"OH MY GOD!" she said loudly, "It's so fucking tight...fuck...your cock's so big in there baby..."
I slowly pushed a little harder and a little deeper, inching my way inside of my mother's asshole.
I could feel her squeezing it, instinctively trying to force it out.
"Mom, try and relax...just try and take it all in..."
"Ok baby..." she said in a small voice. I could tell it was hurting her, but at the same time she seemed to be very turned on.
Her pussy was dripping again and it showered my balls as I rubbed against her.
I was half way inside my mom's ass. She was moaning and telling me to stop, but I kept inching it in deeper and deeper. I knew that if I stopped now she wouldn't let me put it back in.
I'd been down that road too many times before.
"Jason, please baby...it hurts..."
I ignored her cries and kept pushing deeper and deeper. Finally her asshole gave in and my cock slid all the way up inside of her with one quick thrust.
"OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!!" she cried out. I knew it had hurt her, but I was waiting to see what happened next.
To my surprise she wanted more.
"FUCK, Jason...it hurts...but at the same time..it feels really good...."
"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass mom?"
She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled coyly again.
"Yes baby...fuck mommy in the ass....please baby give mommy the best assfucking ever..."
With that I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass and then slowly pushed it back in. I had learned my lesson when it came to assfucking, and until the girl was comfortable with the sensation, if you started pumping like a maniac, you'd never get back in again. So I started off slow, working my way up faster and faster. My mom was moaning and would sometimes cry out in pain if I pushed too deep, but she wanted more.
She didn't want me to stop and I wasn't going to even if she did.
I started fucking my mother's ass like a jackhammer. My balls slapped against her wet pussy lips while I drove my rod deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin butthole.
She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, but never told me stop. My cock filled her up as I grabbed her hips, pounding away at her ass.
"OH GOD JASON...FUCK YESSSS....FUCK MOMMY'S TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOOOOLE....YEEEEESSSS.....FUCK ME LIKE YOUR DIRTY WHORE MOTHER...."
I couldn't believe the langauge coming out of my mom's mouth, but then again, considering everything we were doing, I shouldn't have been surprised.
It finally got to the point where I was going to cum. I felt it approaching and so I moaned it out,
"Fuck Mom, I'm going to cuuuuuuummm..."
This seemed to excite her even more and she said,
"Oh God Yes, Jason, I want you to cum in Mommy's butt....shoot that hot cum up my dirty little asshole..."
That was it. My mother talking dirty like that finally sent me over the edge and I unleashed an enormous amount of semen into my mom's asshole.
I saw stars as I pumped my cock into her ass again and again, my hot, thick cum filling up her ass so much it started to spill out and run down her pussy and thighs.
"OH FUCK YESSSSSS!!!!!" I cried out. My mom rocked back and forth on my cock as I shot my load into her.
"OH JASON...oh fuck...baby...oh yes...my little boy...cum for mommy....shoot your cum in mommy's asss....mmmm..."
All I could do was just stand there as I felt wave after wave of my orgasm pass through me. It was mind numbing how good it felt.
I felt stream after stream of cum erupt from my balls as I filled my mother up with my hot cum.
Finally I felt it start to subside, but my mom couldn't get enough. She kept sliding forward and backward on my cock,
"Mmmmmm yes Jason...GOD I love your cock in my ass....."
I couldn't believe it...I had made my mom into an assfucking whore. She LOVED it and I was all too happy to give it to her anytime she wanted.
But right then and there I had to stop. I pulled out of my mother's ass with an audible pop as cum oozed out of her ass, running down her pussy lips and dripping onto the couch.
I staggered backwards looking at my mom as she turned to look at me smiling and said,
"That's my baby boy...."
I was in ecstasy. Then, my mom took one of her hands and pushed her fingers into her gaping asshole.
She slowly slid them in and out as she looked at me.
"mmmmm baby....you made mommy a fucking slut tonight..."
I watched then as she took her cum covered fingers out of her ass and put them into her mouth, licking and sucking my cum off of them.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mother, the woman who just a few hours ago was sitting down to watch a movie with her only son, was now licking his cum off of her fingers after getting drilled in the ass by him.
It was un-fucking-believable.
I just stood there in awe as my mother looked me in the eye while she continued to scoop my cum out of her ass and swallow it.
Who knew my mom was a beautiful, filthy fucking whore?
When I regained my coherence I sat down on the couch. My mom leaned down and started cleaning my cock off.
She looked up at me as she said,
"I have to make sure my little man is nice and clean..."
When she was finished she curled up next to me. I held her close.
"Mom, that was amazing...." I said softly.
"I know baby...I'm glad we did it. I love you so much..." she said before kissing me on the lips like she had so often putting me to sleep.
I looked at her with the eyes of a child and responded softly,
"I love you too, mommy...."
That night we slept in her bed together and every night after.
We had sex all the time and I never moved out of the house. None of the family ever found out and I don't think anybody ever knew, but some of my mom's friends had their suspicions.
In fact, one time a friend of my mom's came on to me, but that is another story for another time.
As for this story, let's just say happy endings really do come true.