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By Frskylthm (frskylthm@aol.com) This story is fiction and is written by me, "frskylthm". If you want to repost it anywhere I'd be flattered, but I'd appreciate a heads up and credit.


When I was 15 I found a bunch of letters my dad had written my mom from Vietnam. They were very sexy letters; he'd been over there a long time and it was clear he really missed her. It was hard to reconcile the woman he described with the mother I knew. In one of them, he said:

"One thing I really love is when you give me head, baby. You know it felt good whenever any other woman did it, but I swear to god you just get possessed or sumthin'. I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you're sucking my cock. You look like you're taking a hit of the best grass..."

I put the letter down. *My* mother? I tried not to think about it. I tried not to think about it for the next six years.

When I was discharged from the army myself, my mother met me at the station gate. She'd been opposed to my going into the service, after what happened to my dad, but she was proud of me too. And now she was just glad to have me coming home.

We'd lived kind of a schizophrenic life since dad died. We had a nice two-story house with a pool and sauna that to look at, you'd think we were rich, but it wasn't so. With my kid sister Kirsten in college, mom was just getting by. That was one reason we were both glad I was home--so I could relieve some of the burden for her. But our precarious financial situation meant it was a long drive back home, not always staying in the best hotels.

But I was glad to see my mom. I looked over at her as she drove the car through the rain. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes belied her being in her 40's. I knew many of my friends had crushes on her when we were in eighth and ninth grade.

When we found the hotel at which she'd made a reservation, there was a mix-up. Because we have the same last name, they'd assumed we were a married couple instead of mother and son and given us a room with one double bed. We asked if they had another but they were full up. So we accepted it.

After I'd brought the bags up I decided to go down and see what was doing in the hotel bar, mom electing to sit up and read. What I found in the bar was nothing but trouble, a 17-year-old little prick tease who flirted and touched and drank and danced close and then scampered back to her parents room before I could suggest we go out to the car. So I rode back up to our room in the elevator a little drunk, a little pissed off, and a lot horny.

When I walked into the room I saw that my mom had fallen asleep with the book in her hand. I went over to take it from her when I saw that the nightgown she was wearing had shifted, exposing her left breast to plain view. Aw, man, it was sweet. As big as any I've seen with a cute little cherry of a nipple on top.

Again, I tried not to think about it. But it was hard. Real hard. I lay there in bed next to her and my dick was sticking straight up into the air (well, but for my boxers). I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get myself off right next to her even if she was asleep. I could have gone to do it in the bathroom but I've always hated jerking off in bathrooms--it makes it seem so clinical. And hotel bathrooms are even worse--there's no lonelier feeling than coming in one.

So there I was, a million thoughts running through my mind. I can't tell you what finally spurred me into action all I knew is that I had to get some relief somehow and the next thing I knew I was sucking on my mother's tit. I'd lost track of time when she scared me to death by running her hands through my hair and murmuring "Christopher."

I froze. And then I heard her saying in a faraway voice, "It's been so long... don't stop... oh god they told me you were dead... it must have been a bad dream."

And that's when I remembered my dad and I had the same name. She must have thought she was dreaming of him. Before I could process this information, though, I felt something I never thought I'd feel in my life: My mother's hand reaching into my boxers to stroke my cock.

That was it. I went into a frenzy, kissing her lips, eyes and cheeks as I rolled on top of her. My hands pulled up her nightgown and all but tore off her panties as he she did the same with my boxers. "Oh yes, yes, *yes*" she cried.

Unthinking, I plunged my cock into her and started fucking with a vengeance. Her body was showing her obvious pleasure but when I looked at her face I saw her eyes were squeezed shut tight and her expression was unreadable. She made no sound other than the involuntary whimpers a woman makes when she's getting laid.

I tried to keep my tongue too, and for a long time only her whimpers and my gasps would have let an eavesdropper know what was happening. But as I approached my climax, I couldn't help myself and the words escaped my lips...

"I'm gonna come... MOMMY!"

When I said the last word her eyes popped open and met mine for one supercharged second. But then I was coming, coming and coming and coming in my beautiful mother's pussy. Her eyes closed again but her face was split by the hugest grin I have ever seen. I felt her pussy clenching at me and the pleasure was so intense I could hardly stand it. When I could come no more I collapsed, burying my face in her neck. She gave a sigh of satisfaction that may have been the sexiest sound I have ever heard.

And we fell asleep that way, both of us naked, me on top of and inside her, face buried in her hair. The last thing I remember of that night is feeling her hands caressing my ass ever so gently.

The next morning I awoke to find my mother gone. I wondered if I'd dreamed it--did I really have sex with my mother? The fact that I was naked and my cock still had that "been fucked" feeling seemed to support the idea that I had. I wondered where she was and what she was thinking and feeling. She'd certainly seemed to like it, but then, I hadn't given her much choice.

I imagined I could still feel her pussy all around me, and my cock twitched in response. Man! Even after breaking the one remaining taboo, it still wanted more. And, I supposed, so did I. I remembered the beautiful look on my mother's face when I was coming inside her and I knew that even if most people thought we weren't supposed to do it, it couldn't have been totally bad. But I just wondered what she thought.

Looking across the room I suddenly noticed a note on the desk. I got out of bed and picked it up. It read:

Dear Chris,

Gone for a walk--get some breakfast and beready to go when I get back.

Love,

Mom

Not a word about the incredible experience we'd shared last night. Now I was confused--*had* it really happened? When she got back and we checked out, she continued not to say a word about it, and I took my cue from her.

As I drove us along the next leg of the trip I kept stealing glances at her but she was as unreadable as the sphinx. I did notice that she didn't seem to be wearing a bra, however. And that got me thinking about the taste of her nipple in my mouth. Which in turn got me hard.

"Don't you think you should shift it?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, startled.

"We're going up a hill--shouldn't you shift into a higher gear?"

"Oh, right."


As I shifted the car, she smiled in a way that made me think she knew full well what I'd been thinking of. Could she read my mind?

By the time we got to the hotel where we'd be staying the evening I was going out of my mind. If she wanted what happened last night to happen again I was ready, if she was mad at me, I was ready for that too. But she didn't say anything and now I didn't know how to introduce the subject.

When she asked for two rooms across the hall from each other instead of one room, though, I thought I'd gotten my answer. In the heat of the moment she might have surrendered to my lusts (and hers?) but I guessed she never wanted it to happen again. I felt terrible. What if she hated me? I was so down I didn't want to go to the bar this time and I brooded on my thoughts until I fell asleep.

I woke up to a very distinctive feeling... I was getting my cock sucked!

Looking down I saw her there, head bobbing up and down as one hand encircled the shaft. I'm no Mark Wahlberg in Boogie Nights or anything, but my cock is at least above average--about seven and a half inches, I'd say. My head was spinning.

When she saw I was watching she slid my cock out of her mouth and said, "Oh, you're awake."

A strangled "Uh-huh" was all I could manage in reply because then she was covering the shaft with kisses. I thought the top of my skull would explode.

It seemed she did want more, she did, she did! It sure seemed. I reached down and put my hands on her head and tried to start fucking her face but she stopped cold.

"Uh-uh," she said. "Let mommy have her little ritual."

And with that she leaned forward and slid my dick between her tits.

Every single thing she was doing was blasting open new doors in my mind.

After letting me tit-fuck her for a while she must have sensed that I was gonna come because she pulled back and wrapped her hand around my shaft again, squeezing it to keep me from coming.

"Not yet," she said in a faraway voice. "Oh please, not yet, no, no."

She was staring at my cock with a look on her face I'd never seen before. But I suddenly remembered I had seen it described, and I had imagined it even if

I'd tried not to. That had to have been what my dad meant when he talked about the way she looked when she sucked his cock. Dad, you never could have known it, but now your little boy knows just exactly what you were talking about, I thought.

When she was satisfied that I had myself under control she began gently kissing the head, trailing her fingers lightly on the topside of the shaft slowly. It was as though we were making slow, beautiful love as she took my cock into her mouth, and I'll always be proud of myself for not coming right there and then.

She looked up at me and her eyes were almost rolled back in her head the way I'd only seen once before on a girlfriend with whom I'd had almost nothing in common but sex (but we were really, really good at it).

I gave a sharp intake of breath. "Ohhhhh... ahhhhhh!" And closed my eyes as I threw my head back. I see what you meant, dad, I thought. Mom is a great little cocksucker. Her tongue was doing things to me that no girl's pussy ever had.

Now she was making little sounds of pleasure, and that "humming" effect only increased my own. As the slide show of images and thoughts that runs through your head as you approach orgasm started, I found myself thinking about the idea I'd had that she hadn't liked what I'd done to her last night.

Well, I sure had ample evidence to the contrary now.

All of a sudden she pulled back again, her fist pumping my cock as she breathlessly asked, "Are you gonna come?"

"Yes... yes... yes... gonna come... wanna come... come in your mouth... mommy..."

"Good boy, come for mommy, come in mommy's mouth."

And with that she buried me to the hilt, swallowing as much of my cock as she could in one gulp. The back of my head hit the mattress and my own mouth fell open as I felt a load of cum surging out of my balls and up through my shaft.

And with a yell that must have made the people in the next room wonder what was happening (if they only knew) the head of my cock exploded with cum, which she sucked and swallowed till I was spent. Then she withdrew it from her mouth and lovingly kissed the head of my shrinking cock. She was grinning up at me. I didn't know what to say. She crawled up and rested her head on my chest, gazing down at my cock.

"You know how long I've wanted to do that?" she asked.

"Since before last--"

"Oh yes. A long time before." She was silent for a minute and then continued. "Since you were 15 years old."

What? Could she really be saying what I thought she was saying?

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. You never knew this, but, one day, when I came home from work I was walking by your room and saw you masturbating."

"Oh God!"

"You didn't see me cause your eyes were closed. But I got a good peek at that big cock of yours. You know it's even bigger than your fathers?" "Really?" I said again. It was gonna take me some time to process this.

"Really. And your father was not a small man. Anyway, as soon as I saw it, the image just... popped into my head. Of what it would be like to take you into my mouth. To taste you. To feel you swell. To swallow your cum..."

"Jesus!"

"I'm sure he's got nothing to do with this. But anyway, I told myself I was just lonely. It had been a long time since your father died, and, well, that's when I met Ryder."

Ryder was a guy she had dated for a few months when I was in high school. I'd hated him because he treated my mother like crap and even hit on my girlfriends in front of her (and me). I'd never understood why she didn't think she could do better.

"Jesus, Mom, you mean you did it with that guy so you wouldn't... you could have. I would've..."

"No, I couldn't, baby. No matter how much I might have wanted to. Even knowing from the way you looked at me sometimes... well, you were a child."

"I'm not a child now."

"No, you're not."

She lightly brushed my cock with the tips of her fingers, and as if she'd worked magic, it started to rise.

"No, definitely not a little boy at all."

The next few minutes were taken up by her gently stroking me until I came again.

When I woke up the next morning, the sun lighting the room, I wondered for a moment if she would be gone again, like last time. But looking over next to me I saw my mother, naked and asleep. It occurred to me that this was the first chance I'd had to really study her naked body.

Both nights we'd been together I'd caught glimpses but I was too caught up in my own passion to take a good look. Well, I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Slowly sitting up so as not to wake her, I looked at my mother. The long dark hair... the long eyelashes... that cute little nose (it must have driven my dad wild!).

Her great mouth... it just looked like it had been built for sucking. And of course, I now knew, it had Her tits... big, but they weren't as proud as they must have been when she was younger... and the image of what her body might have looked like when she was 16 arose in my mind.

I'd seen family album photographs of her in high school, but never really thought about the supple breasts and firm young lips she must have had at that age. Who was the first guy to see her tits? To touch them? To suck them? Whose was the first cock she ever sucked... the first cum she ever tasted? I let my hand trace the swelling of her breast and lightly thumbed the nipple, feeling it stiffen. I stiffened, too.

My eyes continued their journey down her body. My Mom wasn't fat, but she used to say she'd never quite lost all the pregnancy pounds from me and Kristen. I didn't care. It made her curvy, soft and cushiony. Her legs were long and still sexy, especially in heels. And between them, a patch of dark, curly pubic hair she kept trimmed into a neat little triangle.

My hand left her breast and gently traced it's way down her belly, feeling the soft, downy place just above her bush. I let my fingertips trace the lips of her pussy. I could feel her getting wet and a little bit hot, so I very gently slipped one finger inside.

She squirmed in response but when I looked up at her face it betrayed nothing, her eyes still closed. I decided I needed to move this forward--to do something we hadn't done yet. As softly as I could, I slid out of bed and onto the carpet on my knees. I turned to face her pussy. Spreading the lips apart with my fingers, I slipped my tongue in and began licking my mother's pussy.

The taste was incredible--like no pussy I had ever tasted before.

Sweet and hot and tasty. I got so into it that I didn't even know she had opened her eyes until I felt her hands in my hair.

"Oh my God," I heard her say, "Christopher... feels so good... yes... suck my cunt... suck it, suck it, suck it!"

Hearing her call it that sent tingles and throbs through my body from my cock to my head to my tongue to my toes. I redoubled my efforts, wanting to please her, wanting to bring her off this way.

"It's been so long," she murmured. "It's been forever."

Suddenly I switched my attention to her big, fat clit, sucking it into my mouth without warning. The effect was as if she had been electrified as she exploded with inarticulate groans of pleasure, thrusting towards me as I drank deep from her honey.

"Mmmmmmm... " she whimpered. "Oh," she gasped. She made little breathy noises with each lick I gave her pussy.

My tongue was getting tired so I brought my fingers in, slipping first one then two in and fucking her with them while my thumb rubbed her clit.

She was almost leaving the bed. Her ass rose up and slammed her pussy onto my hand as I felt it clenching around my fingers.

Then I realized she was trying to say something.

"We've got to stop this," she hissed. "We can't... Christopher!"

The last word was broken up as shudders ran through her body. I couldn't believe it. Now all of a sudden she was feeling guilty? Well, her body sure liked what I was doing to her, even if she didn't think it should.

But clearly she was still having to deal with the reality, the physicality of what we were doing. I suppose I still did, too, but right then, I didn't care. I decided to take a chance. Ceasing my finger-fucking, I asked,

"You want me to stop, Mom?"

"What? No... yes... I'm gonna... baby... I need it... God forgive me, baby I need to come! Please make your old mommy come." The need in her voice was frantic.

"You're not old, mommy. You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful Mom in the world." "Oh my God... make me come now, Christy, please... "

"I'll make you come, mother. I'll make you come so fucking hard you'll never be able to give up my cock."

"Oh my god... Christy... no... what am I doing to y-"

"Yes," I said, and quick as lighting moved up and on top of her, pinning her arms above her head as my cock found the entrance to her pussy. It was warm and welcoming as I slid deep inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last long but that wasn't important this time. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, all the while saying, "I'm fucking you, mother... you feel me fucking you?"

"Yes," she almost sobbed. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me... so good... feels so good."

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes... oh God yes... don't stop... need it... need to come."

"What am I doing, Mom... say it..."

"Oh my God, you're fucking me... fucking my cunt, baby... fuck it... fuck it... "

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to come in me... come in me... I want to feel my baby come in me again."

"Say it again."

"Come in me..."

"Again!"

"Come IN me!"

"Momma, momma, momma, momma, Mom... "

"Yes, yes, my baby... yes my angel."

And then with a burst of energy and speed I was slamming my cock home, home, home into the very place it had come out of, and my mother was screaming and I was shouting as my cock emptied itself inside her.

When I could move my head I looked at the clock. It wasn't even the middle of the day and we were already both exhausted.

The next day, I started to figure my sexy, unreadable, possessive, obsessive and lustful mother out. Or so I thought. Though it seemed she couldn't help herself from my cock at night, during the day she refused to acknowledge that her attitudes towards me had changed in any way.

I once raised the subject in such an oblique manner that no one but us could possibly have known what I meant, and was rewarded with silence. Yet our nocturnal visits continued until we got home, leaving me happy but dazed most of the time.

When we arrived I saw that my sister's car was in the driveway and I began to wonder if we could get to our rooms without her seeing us together. A bunch of strangers might never notice the change in dynamic between a son and a mother who are having sex, but surely the sister of the son, the daughter of the mother, would know something was up.

Then the door opened and my sister came running out to greet us and what was up... was me. Maybe it was because I hadn't really seen her since she was 14, maybe it was because my thoughts about my family members had been irrevocably changed, but I suddenly found myself noticing how sexy my sister was. For one thing, her breasts had really filled out (she got that from mom!), and the tshirt she was wearing was at least one size too small.

You're just not healthy, I told myself. Isn't it enough that you've got your mother making you come every night? My mind said yes, that was more than enough. But a little voice from below the belt said hell, no!

Kirsten was a freshman in college and something of a spoiled brat. Mom had bought her a car and even paid the rent for her off-campus housing, on the condition that she come home to visit every weekend. I didn't quite understand why she should put up with it, but I guess not having to get a job was worth not having your weekend nights free.

"Jesus, Chris, you look like you've been put through the wringer," she said, and kissed me. I hugged her back automatically, suddenly wondering if she could feel my erection. She pulled back with a sort of surprised amused look on her face, but before I could study it further mom was telling her to help me carry all the bags up to our rooms, and she said it in the Mom voice we remembered from our childhoods that brooked no argument.

It was weird to hear it from someone and have the memory flash of fucking them from behind, looking down at that toned ass, hearing them say "Yes, yes... fuck me... fuck me with that big cock... " and having them slam back against me, their pussy clenching me until I came. But there was no way Kirsten could know what we'd done last night.

Moving back into my room, I realized that my chances of repeating last night were pretty much gone as long as Kirsten was here. Her room was flanked on either side by our mothers and mine, and I knew from unfortunate experience that the walls here weren't thick enough to allow her to sleep through the kind of fucking mom and I now liked to give each other. I remembered desperately wishing they were during the Ryder period.

"Suck it, suck it... that's right, suck it... come on, you bitch... come on, you whore."

I'd wanted to kill him for the names he was calling my mother, and for what he was doing to her (jealousy?). I would never call her a whore when she was sucking my cock. I wanted her to know how much I loved her for it.

My sister, who burst into the room, interrupted my reverie. "Hey, big brother," she said, "I've got an idea you'll love." And with that, she started to lift her tshirt over her head. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind before I realized that she was wearing a bikini top, and when her cut-off shorts hit my floor I saw that she was wearing the bottoms, too.

"Last one in the pool has to do the laundry!" she announced, smugly, and ran for the stairs. I stood there, stunned. She knew I wasn't dressed for swimming, she knew I'd be last. That was the joke, to her. But what she didn't know (could she?) was something I shouldn't know, either: Her body was almost a clone of our mothers-younger, before two children, thinner, but just as sexy.

In fact, she could have posed for Playboy--and as soon as I thought of that my brain hit me with the image of my little sister naked in the pages of Playboy... the swell of her breasts... those long legs (could they look as good in heels as my mother's did?)... her bush. What color was it, I wondered.

I figured it had to be lighter than mom's, since Kirsten got dad's blonder hair, but I knew that wasn't always the case. I'd known a girl in high school with platinum blonde hair on her head who was black as pitch between her legs.

All these thoughts of my sister's bush and pussy had gotten me hot. I had just laid down on the bed and taken my prick out to masturbate when the door opened and my mother was in the doorway. Seeing what I was doing, she strode in, kicking the door closed behind her. I started to put my hands behind my head, anticipating a quick suck-off or at least a hand job. Instead, she grabbed my cock, squeezed it and angrily hissed,

"If you do it to yourself, you don't do it to me. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mom." was all I could say.

"Good. I want to feel you come inside me or taste your cum. I don't want you giving it to the empty air." She wasn't looking at me as she said these things, and I realized it was the first time we'd done anything or said anything about those things during the day. She'd started masturbating me. Her head was just starting to lower, her mouth opening, when we heard a voice from below.

"Hey, Chris," we heard my sister say. "Are you coming or not?"

It seems funny now, but at the time there was nothing funny about it whatsoever. I wanted mom to suck my cock, she wanted to taste my cum, but as we looked at each other we knew without speaking it was too dangerous. She released her grip on it and I reluctantly put it away, walking to the window and looking down on the pool area where Kirsten was swimming. The water diffusion and the distance hid her body from me, but it was burned into my mind forever.

"Good things come to those who wait." My mother was saying. It took me a moment to remember she was talking about me and her, not Kirsten. I suddenly had the feeling I'd better keep these new thoughts secret for a while. Because I remembered what had split mom and Ryder up. Despite the fact that he had treated her like crap, hit on other women, degraded her in the bedroom (and was probably a selfish lover) what had really done it was that my mom was a very jealous woman. And sensitive.

Anyone could have told her that Ryder would cheat on her, but when he did and she found out, they had a screaming fight. I remembered Kirsten coming to my room for comfort in the middle of it, crying, and holding her while she sobbed herself to sleep. Back then I never would have thought the thoughts I was thinking about her now. Of course, that was before puberty came and was so good to her.

My mom gave me a hot kiss and a very sensual hug, giving my cock one last squeeze through my pants and walked out of the room, quickly. Left in that state, forbidden to masturbate, unable to fuck or be sucked, I decided the only thing to do was cool down. I changed into my swimming trunks, ran down and dove into the pool as quickly as I could, hoping the cold water would shrink my penis so Kirsten wouldn't notice.

We ran through the rest of the weekend as well as we could. Mom again showed her amazing ability so snap back into "mom" mode when we were with Kirsten, and fought me off when I tried once or twice to get her off with my fingers in the hallway by pressing her up against the wall. I still didn't know how to reconcile this woman with the one who'd been on top of me, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, two nights before.