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Submitted by Ian Rushing on 27/Jan/2006
I always thought of myself as a normal kid when I was growing up. I knew other families sometimes had more than one child but I had friends who were also only children. And other fathers had jobs that involved traveling. I was in my mid-teens when my dad began spending time on the road, as he put it. That always seemed like a strange idea since he flew whenever he traveled for work. He was a big shot in the company and visited plants around the country. I never understood exactly what he was doing during those days or weeks he was gone, but I was happy with the luxurious life style his success at work provided for us. My mother seemed to enjoy living the good life as well, though it wasn't too long after my father began traveling that I began to sense her unhappiness. My mom and I were close, even before my dad started traveling. I guess that's not unusual when there's only one child. It was all I knew, of course, so I didn't think about it.
My parents were quite young when I was born. My mom was nineteen and my dad twenty-two. I think he'd just finished college when they got married. They started their family right away. I don't know why they stopped with just one kid, but I was certainly happy with the attention I got, especially from my mom. It was only as I got older that I came to understand that she was beautiful. She was just my mom and I loved her. But as my body began maturing and I started sharing emerging feelings with boy friends who occasionally visited our home, I learned my mother was not your ordinary woman. She was not only beautiful, she was sexy. I'd get angry when friends started talking dirty about my mother, but in truth I was proud of her. Guys would show me pictures from magazines, comparing the voluptuous, naked women on those glossy pages with my mother and I could hardly argue with them. They were right, my mom was a knockout! I began looking at her with different eyes.
I'd learned to masturbate by then, using magazines a friend stole from his father's stash. As juices continued to flow through my young body and my perception of my mother changed, it simply happened that I'd get turned on when she was wearing something particularly provocative, or when she hugged me close against her wonderfully firm breasts and kissed me on the cheek.
One afternoon she walked into my room unannounced and found me beating off. I turned toward her, my face flushed with embarrassment, my aching erection clutched in my fingers which instantly stopped moving. Her eyes were fixed on my throbbing penis for a moment before she mumbled an apology and turned to leave, the door closing silently behind her. I immediately resumed stroking myself, shocked to find images of my mother passing through my mind as I finally ejaculated.
Nothing was ever said about the incident, but things clearly were changing between the two of us. By that time my father's trips occurred more often, as did the intensity of the arguments between my parents. I'd hear them shouting at each other late into the night when they thought I was asleep. My father would storm out the front door, slamming it behind him. I'd hear his car leaving with a roar, then as quiet returned to the house, hear my mother sobbing in her room. I felt so helpless during those fights. Sometimes my father would be gone for a couple of days, other times he'd disappear longer, ostensibly on a business trip that apparently coincided with one of their fights. And my mother had begun drinking quite a bit more. I was concerned for her...
I leaned against the doorframe, eyes adjusting to the dim light in my parent's bedroom. It was the middle of the afternoon and my mother had been drinking again. I suggested she might want to lie down for a while and to my surprise she agreed, pushing herself out of her chair and staggering down the hall. I followed to make certain she didn't fall. Of course, that was only half the reason if I were really honest with myself. My eyes followed her swinging hips, mesmerized as always by the round perfection of her bottom in the clinging skirt that twirled around her legs with each step. Now I was watching wide-eyed as she removed her clothes before lying down. Her fingers struggled with the button at the side of her skirt but eventually it slipped free and she pulled the zipper down.
The garment fell to the floor in a pool around her ankles but my eyes were fixed to the bikini panties that covered little of her round bottom. She leaned over to pick up the skirt, turning slightly, giving me an unhindered view of her curves. Then she rose, placing the skirt on the back of the chair next to her bed before slowly undoing the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse. I was already hard as I stared at her fingers opening the blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders. She turned in profile and I saw her breasts cradled in one of the lowcut brassieres she always wore. She lay the blouse atop the skirt before turning away from the chair.
She faced me for a moment, before her eyes lowered and she climbed onto the rumpled bed. She rolled over onto her back, stretching her long legs. The fingers of her right hand moved across the top of her thigh, then eased between them, where she began touching herself through the silk of her panties. My eyes followed the light caress, noting with appreciation her legs spreading, one knee lifting as her hip shifted off the bed covers. Then I noticed her other hand covering her breast, the fingers drawing together to tease her nipple through the nylon brassiere cup.
No matter how many times I watched my mother pleasure herself, it never ceased to turn me on. I knew I'd retire to my room in a couple of minutes and beat off, the images I was collecting at the moment, ones I'd use as I stroked myself to completion. Even now my fingers were lightly caressing the bulge in the front of my shorts.
My mother's fingers eased into the brassiere cup, gently lifting the naked mound free. Her other hand had eased into her panties, fingers quickening their caress. Her head turned on the pillow as her hips shifted to follow the fingers offering such magical sensations. Her eyes met mine for a moment, sharing the growing secret at the heart of our relationship. She wanted me to watch her like this! It turned her on to excite me. Her eyes lowered for an instant and I knew she was looking at the bulge in my shorts, at my fingers touching myself as she masturbated.
Her fingers released the clasp at the front of her brassiere and her breasts were suddenly naked, two heavy mounds rising from her chest, nipples erect. I was getting so turned on, the thought crossed my mind that I might want to extract my penis right here. I could jack off while I watched her. She could see me cum! I pulled the side of my shorts away from my loins, fingers sliding beneath the fabric quickly finding my erection. I slid it free, the organ rising from my loins into my waiting hand.
My mother's eyes widened as they noticed what I'd done. Her fingers were moving faster now and I knew she wanted to see my naked cock. I slowly stroked myself, vividly aware of her eyes following my movements. She rolled on her side to face me. At the same time she reached down and pulled her panties off. For the first time I saw her completely naked, her body out of this world it was so beautiful! Her full breasts lay together creating a deep cleavage. Her top leg was bent to reveal the lushness of flesh where her thighs came together. Profuse curls of blonde hair marked the juncture.
For the first time I thought of joining her on the bed, of allowing myself to touch those luscious curves that I'd caressed so many times with my eyes. Of course, I'd felt her firm body when she'd "accidentally" brush against me as we moved about the house. My father never seemed to notice the sexual energy between the two of us. I was convinced that he and my mother lived more like brother and sister than like passionate lovers. I often wondered if my father wasn't secretly gay, finding his pleasure in the arms of other men or perhaps teens like me rather than his beautiful, sexy wife.
Whenever I felt her firm breasts against my back I'd suddenly become very still, completely giving myself to the contact. Perhaps we'd been talking about something. I'd act natural, continuing our conversation while holding my body still, focusing on the gentle nudging of her breasts, or the shifting of her hips against my thigh. My father could even be in the room as she played her little games with me. I'd inevitably get hard and have to keep my body turned from his. My mother always knew when I was aroused, often taking the opportunity to step around me and brush her hip against the bulge in my trousers. It was so wicked, yet we never did more than that until now.
I'd started following my mother into her room a couple of weeks ago, seriously concerned that she might fall in her state of inebriation. I fully intended to leave when she was safely there, but immediately she began undressing, her eyes swinging in my direction over and over again. I could hardly believe what was happening, but nothing could make me leave as she continued stripping down to her undergarments.
Now my cock was out and my mother was completely naked before me for the first time. She stared at my fingers stroking myself as she frantically shifted her fingers between her thighs. I could hardly contain myself it was so exciting. My fingers were moving with greater urgency. I was soo close! And then I was cumming, white juice arcing from my cock as I exploded. My mother was writhing on the bed and I knew instinctively that she was cumming as well.
My cock continued surging, spurts diminishing in volume but surging none the less. I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself, aware for the first time that my cum lay in gobs on the rug before me. I reached into my pocket and found my handkerchief before wiping the still oozing crown of my cock which had begun to relax a bit. I dropped to my knees and began cleaning the rug. I could hear my mother's ragged breathing and glanced up. She'd fallen back on the bed covers, her eyes closing. I knew she was falling asleep, the combination of alcohol and sexual release enough to put her to sleep. I slowly rose to my feet and turned to leave. I had no idea where this dance was leading, but clearly we had reached a new plateau today.
II
My mother had a cocktail in her hand as she entered the den where I was watching television. It was four in the afternoon and I knew this was already the middle of what would be a long day of drinking for her. I couldn't help notice that my mother's clothes were wrinkled, her blouse not fully tucked into her skirt, its buttons not closed down the length of its front, her legs bare rather than covered with nylons as was normal. Her hair was a bit disheveled as well, though her makeup was carefully applied. She settled on the sofa next to me, turning slightly toward me, a move that caused her short skirt to slide higher on her slender, well tanned thighs.
By that time I'd seen my mother's body completely naked, so nothing she did at the moment shocked me. I glanced in her direction and returned her smile, then resumed watching the television. She said something that I couldn't quite hear and turned to gaze at her again. My eyes fell to the open front of her blouse for an instant, noting the deep cleavage between the full curves of breasts I'd been fantasizing about since I saw my mother naked on her bed.
"Watchya watching?" Her words were slurred suggesting this was far from the first cocktail she'd had that day.
"Baywatch." I returned my eyes to the television show, that featured half a dozen hot babes who spent most of the hour in the skimpiest bathing suits. I heard my mother's chuckle when one of these women entered a room, her gorgeous body clearly on display for the audience as well as the male members of the cast.
"Hot stuff, huh?" I felt my mother shift on the sofa, out of the corner of my eye noting that she'd moved closer to me. I could see her skirt sliding higher and glanced down. A flash of color was certainly her panties. I was already a bit turned on by the television show, but my mother's presence really stirred my juices. It was hard to forget that two nights before I'd beaten off while she watched me. My organ was swelling in my trousers and I felt no need to hide my excitement. I lifted my gaze and met my mother's eyes again. As we held each other's eyes she lifted her free hand and began undoing the few buttons still closed at the front of her blouse. I hadn't known for certain what would happen next between us, but I had little doubt something would happen. It seemed to be now.
I glanced down at her fingers slipping the buttons free, then slowly pulling one side of her blouse away from her body. The round form of her breast came into view, the full mound rising from the delicate lace of her brassiere cup.
"You like girls with big tits, don't you baby?" Her fingers slid beneath the breast, gently caressing, then squeezing the round globe. I felt my cock surging within my jeans, eyes wide as I followed her fingers. Her question hardly required an answer, the truth was so evident.
She lifted the glass to her full lips and drained the last of the drink before leaning over to place the glass on the table in front of the sofa. As she leaned back, her fingers grasped the other side of her blouse and pulled the panel of fabric back before shrugging the garment off her shoulders and casting it aside. Both breasts were now offered for my appreciation, each mound cradled in slender fingers as she squeezed and lifted them.
"What do you think sweetheart, do I have a future in television?" She laughed, her body sagging on the sofa until our shoulders touched. One hand dropped from her breast and came to rest on the top of my thigh.
"Maybe Fantasy Island would want me, you know, the story about a boy's fantasy about his mother?" I was familiar with her wandering mind and fanciful thinking, so her conversation was nothing new. It was the provocative subject matter that was different, as she played the sexual edge between the two of us. I was a bit anxious about what we were doing, but I was also very excited by her. I peered down into her brassiere at her beautiful breasts, then at the fingers gently massaging my leg. On impulse I reached up with my left hand and adjusted the bulge which was uncomfortably wedged into my undershorts and jeans. My mother was staring down and didn't miss my move. Her fingers slithered along the inside of my thigh and I knew precisely where they were headed.
"Poor baby's got an owwie?" The fingertips eased over the bulge, then spread as her fingers formed atop my swollen manhood. I groaned.
"Maybe if mommie kisses it you'll feel better." Her fingers found the zipper and began pulling it down. I felt frozen in place, wanting more than anything for this fantasy to continue, yet totally at a loss as to what I was supposed to do as it happened. Should I help her open my pants? Should I caress her body, slide my fingers over those lush breasts? My cock ached in my pants as the zipper slid over the bulge. Then she was undoing the brass button at the waist. She'd pushed herself off the cushion now and turned to face me, both hands working to open my jeans. The white cotton shorts stretched across the form of my rigid member which lay to one side atop my thigh. I watched her fingers once again clutch me, now through only one layer of cotton. My organ twitched in her hand. Her face lifted until her eyes met my gaze. I could read the excitement in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the moistness of her pouting lips.
"This will feel a lot better, baby, I promise." Her words were breathless. Her eyes lowered as I gazed at her beautiful face in profile. Her fingers pulled the waistband of my shorts out, then down until my cock popped free, rising from the lush curls of my loins and into the cool afternoon air. Fingers slid down the shaft and clutched the base as her head descended. I knew about this kiss. It had been part of my fantasy life for quite some time now. Yet, never in my wildest imagination did I expect it would be my mother's mouth that would offer me my first experience with this magical kiss.
Her tongue extended to moisten her lips as they parted. Then I felt the excruciatingly sweet touch of tongue on the sensitive crown of my cock, followed immediately by lips that softened in what could only be called a kiss. I stared wide-eyed at my mother's lips kissing even as they spread over the bulging crown. My eyes followed her lips slide down as I experienced the moist flesh of her mouth enveloping me, caressing me. Her tongue swirled within her mouth and I groaned at the sensation. It was unlike anything I'd ever imagined! It was as though the softest glove in the world was caressing me, enveloping me with moisture, warmth and the gentlest sucking sensation that absolutely drove me wild! Then her mouth was lifting, again with delicious slowness. When she reached the top of my throbbing organ she kissed me one more time before raising her open mouth from my cock. She turned her head, heavy eyes meeting my hungry gaze, a smile slowly spreading across her glistening lips.
"Better?" My breathing was coming in gasps. All I could do was smile weakly and shake my head up and down. I didn't know whether we were finished for the day or just beginning. My cock was aching for release and if we were ending I knew I had to beat off. I simply couldn't read my mother's intentions. But then she was moving next to me, turning to kneel in front of the sofa, her back pushing the table away as she reached up for the top of my shorts and began dragging them off my legs. My jeans and shorts suddenly were gone and my mother was shuffling between my parted legs, her face once again above my rampant erection.
I stared down at her, eyes taking in her beautiful face poised above my cock, which once again was clutched in her slender fingers, as well as the full breasts threatening to tumble out of her lowcut brassiere. Then she was kissing me again, her tongue sliding out and around the sensitive rim at the top of my cock. Her eyes held my gaze as she played her game with my young manhood, knowing full well how turned on I was by what she was doing to me. My hips shuddered on the sofa, legs falling wider apart. Her head had begun bobbing up and down now, a movement that created the most incredible sensations that spread through my loins.
Fingers of one hand firmly stroked my cock as fingers of the other cradled my scrotum. I knew I wasn't long for this world, that my body was about to explode as it had in her bedroom. Only this time she wouldn't be watching my cum surge from my erupting organ, she'd feel it against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth. The idea drove me over the edge and with a loud groan I erupted between her pursed lips, ejaculating hot, thick liquid into her sucking mouth. I watched her swallow my cum, amazed that she could do such a thing yet infinitely grateful she did so. She continued sucking and repeated waves of release washed over me, my cock giving up smaller and smaller quantities of juice while the surging sensations became more and more intense until I could stand it no more.
My fingers flew from my sides to still my mother's head. Slowly she lifted her mouth until her pursed lips released the bulging top of my cock. String's of cum extended from her lips to my glistening organ. She kissed my one last time, her tongue swirling around the crown to capture the last of my cum, which she quickly swallowed, her eyes fixed to my gaze, a smile crossing her face and lips. I sagged against the cushion, my body completely drained of energy as well as fluid. I watched her slowly rise, noting her unsteadiness and reminding myself that she was drunk. But drunk or not, she'd just given me the most incredible orgasm of my young life!
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