parents were still in bed. My father had my mother’s legs over his shoulders and high in the air. He was leaning forward over her body and appeared to be looking into my mother’s face while thrusting strongly and very rapidly downward against my mother’s upward turned hips.
I had not been aware of any vocalization from them until I saw them coupled together. It was only then that I became aware of the slapping sounds of their bodies making contact and the muffled moans of enjoyment intermixed with the creaking of the bed attempting to keep up the cadence of their surges in their love making.
My father was obviously climaxing while my mother quietly called his name while pushing her hips back against him and moaning as her climax began. I stood transfixed for a few seconds. I was beginning to turn and leave just as my mother turned her head on the pillow. She wrapped her arms about my father with a post climax sigh and our eyes met. She smiled while not making any other indication that I was in the hallway watching. I quickly turned and left totally embarrassed.
Several days later she came to me and we discussed what I accidentally saw from the hallway. She wanted talk to me …. thinking that I didn’t already know much about sex. We talked about what I saw and what was covered in the sex education part of biology class at school. She was surprised the class covered so much detail. My mother was sometimes oblivious to certain changes that were occurring in the world about her while there were other things she was very knowledgeable about! She gave me a hug and told me not to worry about our ‘little secret.’ She also said for me to come to her with any questions about sex that needed to be explained from my biology class.
Years later, I walked into my bathroom to shave and take a shower. My parents had their own bathroom and I did not expect anyone to be in my bathroom at this end of the house. I was oblivious to my mother taking a bath in my bathroom as I opened the door. I was startled when I heard her call my name and looked up to see her in my bathroom. The shower door on the edge of the bath was slid back and fully opened …. her boobs with light brown nipples pointing at me and a dark area in the clear bath water which showed her lovely pussy that I had dreamed of wanting to see so many times in my dreams. She had not begun to really bathe …. there were no indications of soap bubbles in the bath water.
She said that I should knock before entering. I was standing and staring for a second or two before she moved to cover her boobs with her hands. She smiled ….I apologized, totally embarrassed …. turned and left quickly. Outside the door, I asked why she was in my bathroom when she had one of her own ….there was no comment. I remember thinking that I’d love to get another good look at her boobs sometime.
My father began to travel to Europe in the following years …. several trips a year, sometimes for extended time periods. My mother would become agitated during his long trips which I finally realized in later years was the frustration of no sex and being very horny.
After I had graduated from college, I lived at home for a few years while working at a local engineering firm. I was attempting to pay off some of my large schooling bills before moving out on my own. My father had been frequently traveling with his business for some time. He had been away on business for over a month and was not to return for at least another two weeks. My mother had been antsy for many days.
We were together in the kitchen and she was in my way as I puttered about attempting to get a cereal bowl from the cupboard. I playfully bumped her with my hip to move her to one side as I had done occasionally in previous years. She responded with the same type of playful bump back …. but with a smile. In the past, it was nothing but playful contact. In the next couple of days though, the hip bumps increased in frequency and for less reason. I was also greeted with a playful tap on my ass a couple of times along with big smiles. Her projected antsy behavior increased in intensity. I played her little game not realizing that there could possibly be anything sexual to it.
Several days later, I was thinking about a clandestine first date with a big breasted girl named Jennie who lived around the block. She had showed an interest in me in the previous few weeks and I had asked her for a date.
I walked face down and naked from my bedroom to my bathroom carrying a towel over my shoulder while vigorously brushing my hair in anticipation of showering. I had been thinking of Jennie’s big tits and of the evening’s possibilities. I was oblivious to my surroundings and certainly did not know anyone was in this section of the house.
Continuously thinking about my date for the night started to put some firmness in my cock as I walked from my room. As I approached the bathroom, the door was ajar and I casually pushed it opened, never expecting to find anyone in the bathroom. I guess that since I was brushing my hair and walking with my face down, I actually was able to turn and begin to close the door behind me before I heard my mother call my name. My body stiffened to my mother saying my name. I was startled by the apparent closeness of her voice before I became aware of her presence next to the shower door … quite close to me because of the small size of the bathroom.
She was standing next to the shower, completely naked and facing me. Her nipples looked hard and pointing. Her pussy was fully covered in dark brown hair …. a very clear image ….no fantasy here. She at first made no effort to cover herself with her hand or a small towel she held in one hand. While smiling, she commented seductively “You need to knock before coming in!”
I must have stood dumbfounded without moving for a couple of seconds. My mother had a broad smile on her face and appeared to be looking down a little and not at my face. Her look startled me into realizing I was as hard as I could be and my cock was pointing straight at her. I pulled the towel from my shoulder and covered my very stiff cock. My face flushed crimson and I apologized for I guess everything.
As I turned to leave, she asked still smiling “Do you want to shower now?” I choked as I answered for her to go first and I quickly left to go to my bedroom. I sat on my bed with a bath towel wrapped about me waiting for her to finish in my bathroom. My cock did not go soft! I do not remember being so embarrassed in my life!
I sat for a few minutes visualizing what I had seen. Then …slowly I began to think about the words my mother spoke….. what did my mother mean with “Do I want to shower now?” Did she mean for me to shower with her since she was ready to start. I quickly said to myself …. Noooo …. she must have meant that I could go first and she would come back or go to her own bathroom. The more I thought about the statement, the more I did not know what she meant. I now was back to maximum hardness. My bath towel was not much of a cover up.
I thought about all my past dreams of seeing my mother nude and in my bed. I reflected on all the thoughts and anticipated actions that were always interrupted by me waking just as I was getting close to touching her boobs or her pussy.
Those thoughts were once again quickly squelched by the reality of the moment. I thought to myself good grief …. this is my mother …. what am I thinking. Now I was not feeling very good about myself for what I was thinking and would like to do. It didn’t help my hardness to subside though.
I could hear my mother showering. I slowly became overwhelmed with a desire to get an answer. After several false attempts to go to the door, I got up and went to the bathroom door …. but was at first frozen with uncertainty and with a queasy feeling rippling around in my belly.
I recovered after some apprehension and quietly opened the door just enough to see the shower door and to called out to her by name. I could tell that I scared the hell out of her by her reaction through the steam covered shower door. She quickly shut off the shower spray. When she asked “What was the matter” I asked what she meant about the question to shower now. Did she want me to shower first or now with her?
She didn’t respond for a few seconds and then spoke calling to me that I should leave before my father comes home. I could tell from her voice inflection that she was dumb struck with the question. I knew my father would not be returning soon.
“Dad won’t be coming home for two more weeks!”
I really think I was just trying to be funny and play to the good-humored side of my mother’s personality. I could see she was standing with her back to me through the steam covered shower door. I told her “I want to wash your back!”
I could tell she was suppressing a soft laugh as she said “You had better leave and close the door.” Her voice inflections did not indicate to me that she was upset!!! I now believe that if she had said any thing to encourage me at that moment to join her I would have just said I was joking and left. My insides were a jumble of confusing emotional surges.
I left to return to my bedroom. I felt a sense of exhilaration in what I had done and said, but it was a sense of simple cheerfulness and not sexual…… I thought!
Soon after our short exchange of a few words, my mother quickly finished in the shower. She came to my bedroom …. a small towel around her head and another for her body tied above her boobs. She came and sat next to me on the bed. She was smiling broadly! The bath towel she was using was not one of the very large bath towels that were in the bath room. It covered her ok …. until she sat. Her left leg was uncovered with a narrow slit in the towel quite far above her knee. I looked at the slit …. probably in anticipation of seeing her pussy again. She moved to shift her position to better cover her leg. The portion of towel covering her boobs now shifted …. partially uncovering one boob a couple of inches down from the base. She had many freckles on that one boob for sure. My eyes were pulled to her boob …. I was staring intently. She covered the exposed section of her boob with her hand.
She told me everything was alright …. “I was one of her babies and when she had nursed me I had seen a lot more of her once upon a time. It looks like we have some more little secrets between us.”
I knew what she was referring too. I choked …. I was embarrassed. She got up to leave saying once again “Every thing is ok. But you are being a bad boy.”
As she got to a standing position, I was overwhelmed with emotion to just grab hold of the edge of the towel and pull it from her. The sense of playfulness that was associated with the teasing words between us while she was in the shower seemed to change rapidly to one of serious sexual intent. My own emotion was so intense that I became totally flushed and there was a wave of tingling prickly feeling that rushed from the back of my neck over my face and down my spine. I reach up and took hold of the edge of her towel and gently held on to the edge of the towel. If she had tugged hard on the towel I would have let it slip from my fingers.
She felt the resistance in the towel as she took a step. She turned and sternly looked at me telling me “Let go!” and then asking me “What do you think you are doing!”
I tugged gently on the towel and she now somewhat strongly resisted with a “Stop it! Let go….you are not funny”.
When I held on tightly, her demeanor changed to a smile followed by another “Please let go.” but now as a soft spoken request followed by a continuing smile….. no longer a command.
A further gentle tug on the towel by me brought her back to sit by my side on the bed while she held the towel tightly to her body. I was told softly to stop what I was trying to do. She reminded me of who she was and fooling around like I was attempting to do was not right and I was to stop.
Then she asked me “Is there something wrong!” I choked out a “Not really!” She continued with “Do you want to talk to me about something?” I answered … now with a wide smile “No”. I think she still hadn’t caught on to that I wasn’t fooling around! I believe she thought there was a problem that I wanted to discuss.
I think my broad smile was what caused a change in the expression on her face. This wasn’t a casual amusing and mildly sensual exchange of actions …. this was an attempt at sexual seduction …. maybe stumbling ….maybe bumbling ….definitely illicit… certainly wrong … but serious on my part!!
She smiled again but put her hand on my leg more than half way above my knee and under my towel. My stiff cock was very obvious even when covered by my towel. She slowly moved her hand up my leg just an inch or so to catch my attention and focus me on the situation “You need to save that for Rosemary!”
I was stunned that my mother touched me so far up my leg and would say that of Rosemary, my girlfriend at the time. Did she really know I was frequently screwing her in my sister’s bed while my sister was away to school or was she just guessing …. my guilty conscience must have shown on my face? Oh shit, if she really knows that about Rosemary …. does she know that I had screwed my own sister in this bed we were sitting on several months before. I now was frozen with fear …. my mouth was dry. I had started something that I was now terrified to continue on with any further. My over whelming guilt from what I had done caused me to think that my mother knew everything …. when in fact she knew nothing!
I then became aware of my mother’s hand squeezing my leg but not close to my cock and it brought me back to what was happening. I slowly placed my hand on her hand and tried to move and encourage her hand to move further up my leg and touch my stiff cock but she resisted the motion.
She was once again startled by my intension and once again said what I was doing was not very funny! Once again though, she whispered while smiling “I told you that you need to save that for Rosemary”.
Her eyes were looking into mine …. at first I thought that we were excited …. then it was more of a reality that we were both frightened … no terrified of what was happening between us. She took a deep breath, sighed audibly and began to breathe more quickly … her nostrils flaring with the excitement. Now I became aware of her trembling as I touched her bare leg through the opening separation in the towel. I couldn’t believe that I had got her very excited or frightened.
She looked intently at me now and whispered some what sternly that “You need to stop … no … we need to stop what we are thinking about before we do something that we will both regret!”
We need to stop thinking … did she say WE?
I needed to take a deep breath … disturbing un-nerving sensations rippled through my chest area … I needed another deep breath. What was she thinking?????? I set aside her words to stop now without even a second thought. I now knew I could not stop and was not going to regret anything I was thinking about.
Now I went to looking at her lips, and the desire to kiss her got so strong that I finally had to do it, no matter how she might respond to me. I began to move very close to her, continuously staring at her lips … now letting her see that I was wetting my very dry lips. She knew what I was going to try to do. She turned her head away from me saying “No” very softly once again. I gently touched the side of her face with two fingers and turned her face back to me. She offered no resistance to my attempt to turn her face. I knew that if she would allow me to kiss her then, all the feelings and electricity that I was sensing surging between us was correct and she was sensually and maybe seductively encouraging me to continue. I very slowly and gently turned her face to mine and softly kissed her lips. She had all the time to stop and break off this illicit encounter if she wished …. she didn’t stop me … she was silent.
When I first began to kiss her, she held her lips closed. Then slowly …very, very slowly … she opened her mouth and our tongues entwined … the touching of our tongues sent a prickly tingling sensation rolling though my body. Never had I had such an intense tingling in my body from just a kiss!
We stopped our kiss and I turned my look to the towel covering her breasts. We both looked down as I slowly reached for the twisted knot holding the towel tightly to her body. Instinctively her hands grasped my hands at first with some pressure to send a message to not go further. I looked back into her eyes as I held on to the knotted towel. Then the pressure to hold my hand subsided and I sensed no further resistance to what we both knew I was trying to do. I pulled on the twisted towel knot covering her breasts and the towel fell away uncovering her freckled covered breasts. Her hips were still covered by the towel. I reached down now and very slowly slid the towel off of her hips.
She was now completely uncovered as I stared intently at her silky hair covered pussy. She sat completely naked and exposed to my exploring eyes. She never said a word or moved. I looked into her face and kissed her softly and then looked at her hard and pointed nipples again … standing so stiff and erect waiting to be kissed and sucked on. I cupped her beautiful breast in my hand, gently squeezing it. I could feel her body tense up a little bit, but she didn’t pull away from me.
I wet two fingers and circled around and over each nipple a few times …. her nipples were rock hard and now glistening from my wet finger caressing. She watched intently as my fingers caressed her nipples and then looked back into my eyes --- no comment as to stopping … she was smiling but very visibly trembling with maybe excitement …. maybe anticipation …. noooo …. total fear. She knew where I was moving too as I caressed her breast with my hands, finally cupping both her beautiful freckled breasts as I gingerly let one nipple slip between my lips and then ran my tongue around and then over the stiff tip.
I could hear her inhale a deep breath between her teeth followed by a deep soft moan to my transgression. She whispered for me to “Please stop …. it’s not right!” ….but they were just words being whispered because of our illicit encounter …. there was no depth to the emotion that went with the words. I wasn’t going to stop …. I was overwhelmed with desire now …. I wasn’t thinking any longer…. she knew I wasn’t going to stop and I now sensed that she didn’t want me too either. A gentle bite to her nipple followed by my intent to suckle strongly like a baby being nursed resulted in a deep groan and a somewhat strong exclamation “Stop, oh please stop, please!”
I released her nipple from my lips and she sighed with what I felt was a sign of relief that I was stopping my seduction that was getting out of hand. But my intent was to just move to her other nipple and embrace it with the same intentions as the one I let free. She had her eyes closed and she must have not recognized my intent to move to her other nipple. I gently grasped the nipple area of her freckled breast between two fingers and guided it between my lips. Her body jumped as to my covetous nibbling and the suckling pressure of my mouth. She moaned another soft uttering of “Oooohhh nooo!”
Her head tilted backwards as I began my suckling, kissing of her nipple and luscious breast. I felt her hands and fingernails at first caress then scratch my back as she began a series of deep sensuous moans and almost inaudible purrs deep within her throat. I stopped my attention to just suckle her breast and began a series of light kisses up her breast to her shoulder then her neck, finally arriving at her wanting mouth. Her passionate kiss and entwining of our tongues said all there was to say. I wanted my mother and she wanted her son…… maybe just for this moment in time …… but the wanting was real and intense. I knew it was time for me to move on with my seduction. Any further lingering in my intensions could possible allow both of us to think and see the wrongness of where we came from and where we were going.
I moved to lift her legs on to the bed and she instinctively laid down and shifted her body to get firmly on the bed but keeping her legs closed and crossed at the ankles. I gently placed my hand over her pussy as I looked into her eyes. She was wet and not from her shower. I gingerly slipped two fingers into her slit, opening my fingers to expand her pussy slit to get better access to her clit. With a deep inhaling of her breath, she uncrossed and opened her legs ever so slightly allowing me access to her wanting wet pussy …. there was no doubt now that she didn’t want me to stop!! I now was once again aware of my trembling …no very frightened body. I was moving into a position of a very risky illicit contact.
I removed my towel letting my stiff cock jump forward. She looked at it and her lips parted as she took another deep breath and once again closed her eyes. I laid down along side of her …my cock touching her hip …. a drop of precum smearing on her soft skin.
As I slid my hand slowly up her leg, she inhaled continuously to my touch. When I reached her pussy she stopped inhaling … her body slightly arched with her hips not totally touching the bed. As I began to caressed her pussy lips with several fingers in a slow circular motion her hips settled back down on to the bed. I stopped for a second and her body tensed noticeably. I touched her pussy lips and once again placed two fingers between her puffy lips and tenderly spread them apart to slide my fingers into her tender pink wetness.
I attempted to look into her face but her eyes were closed so I just kissed her on her lips again. I could feel the complete wetness in her puffy slit with my two fingers. When I slipped my fingers in and touched her little clit she broke off our kiss …. she opened her eyes and said to me in a soft, almost frightened voice, “I don’t want to do this.” When I whispered “I want you” She closed her eyes again and turned her face away from me so I could not easily kiss her again.
The turning of her face brought me to realize that I should stop …. I now had a strong sense of misgiving. I whispered ever so softly “I’m sorry …. I’m going to stop”. But then I felt her arm go over my back as she turned to look at me. I asked again “Do you want me to stop?” She turned her face away from looking at me. With a almost inaudible whisper of “No… let me help you.” I froze …not moving … my senses overwhelmed by the anticipation of being sexual with my mother … I guess????
She turned her face to look at me again. I heard her very quietly say “It’s all right….. it’s all right.” as her hand moved to encircle my stiff cock encouraging me now to come and be with her. I moved over her petite body with all my weight suspended on my arms and knees. I could feel her thumb caressing the head of my cock spreading the droplets of precum getting my cock head wet and slippery. She then proceeded to tenderly rub her clit and pussy with my cock a few times and guided me to her wanting wet tunnel while she was softly murmuring sounds of excitement. Our eyes met and she began to smile. I slowly pressed to get my cock to enter but she held my cock tightly and only let an inch slide between her lips and slip inside the tightness of her very wet pussy …. She was hesitating again and I sensed it. I tried to withdraw my cock but she felt my movement and with a deep moan she pulled her hand out from between us and slowly pushed her hips up and took most of my cock almost full depth …. the second gentle push by both of us insured I was fully buried with my balls against her tender and moist pussy.
I was taken back with the smallness and apparent tightness of her pussy. I at first had the thought that it was the excitement of this very illicit coupling between mother and son. But my mother’s quiet comment that she was very small and I felt so big in her brought a hidden smile to me lips.
We did not initially begin to move but simply continued looking into each others eyes as she continued her smile expressing her acceptance of what we were about to experience…… something we both wanted. I flexed my cock and she flexed and squeezed back with her pussy muscles … that little sharing of muscle contractions cemented our sexual relationship for the moment ….. she was mine and I was hers … we could not go back now!
I caught her legs behind her knees and pushed them up and over her body as I pushed myself up and into a position insuring I was as deep as possible in her pussy. I could feel my cock bottom out and I moved my hips to let her know I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock.
On my first pulling back and pushing full depth her mouth opened and she took a deep breath followed by a long sensual moan. She whispered “Be careful! Don’t hurt me. You are so deep that you are touching me where you could hurt me!”
At first I moved slowly, waiting to see or feel if or how she was going to respond to my intrusion. Her eyes remained closed …. she would not look at me now. Then I felt her begin to try and lift her hips as I pushed back in. I released her legs sensing I was restricting her movements. I was right as she murmured very softly “Oohhh that’s better!”
She began matching my gentle full depth pushes. Slowly …. ever so slowly we increased our in step cadence …. her breathing grew heavy ….my breathing grew passionate. Her tight pussy was a sexual pleasure as my stiff cock explored the entire length of her intimate love tunnel. Our dance continued … soft squeaks were coming from deep in her throat that reflected her personal excitement with our coupling. She whispered that “You’re breathing fast!” With that statement as to my heightened sense of excitement her quick breathing went to panting as she open her eyes and looked up at me while moaning and writhing under me.
I picked up the cadence of my deep thrusting of my cock into her luscious and surprisingly tight pussy. With her legs now unrestricted and bent at the knees,she began to pound her pussy up and against me. My mother was not making love to me … she was fucking me with a passion! She thrust back matching my cadence …. the bed sensed our elevated passion to really fuck each other and began to bounce and match the tempo of our thrusting … the bed began to squeak under our mutual zeal …. there was no misunderstanding now as she gazed into my eyes …. no misunderstanding what we both wanted now …. no misunderstanding that I wanted to deep fuck my mother …. and definitely no misunderstanding that her body motions said she wanted to be deep fucked by me and fuck me back…… right now …. no hesitation …. no misgivings …. at least for now. That would come later!!
She was flowing profusely. Her love juices were spilling from between her lips as my cock was with drawn almost fully and re-driven with some force deep into the depths. I looked down between our bodies to see my cock glistening while fully coated with her pussy juice that was removed from my cock on its return into her depths. She lifted her head to join me in looking and watching my cock sliding in and out completely bathed in her wetness. There was no doubt that she was very wet and flowing with excitement. The over flow of her juices initially began seeping down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. My balls that were kissing and sometimes slapping against her pussy were now covered in her wetness.
Just as I was to look up at her face and away from watching my cock sliding in, my mother murmur a delightful moan as she elevated her hips and squirted a small stream from her pussy. Quickly there was a second small ejaculation of wetness coupled with another deeply felt moan.
She was a squirter !!!! My mother was a squirter !!!!! It was my first personal encounter with an event that I once had doubts about were real. Seeing her squirt caused an emotional rush that precipitated a tingling to start in my crotch that rushed to the cheeks of my ass and up my back. I couldn’t hold back …. I tried …. but my desire to release all my love juice deep inside her pussy was overwhelming. I began to thrust fast and hard whimpering ….“I can’t stop …. I’m going to cum,” She wrapped her arms about me and pulled me in close pushing her pussy strongly against me calling out loudly for me to cum “It’s all right baby …. come on.”
The first pulse of semen seemed to be a strong ejaculation …. followed by several other strong but less powerful spurts. The effect on me of not cumming for several days was very noticeable …. I knew that I had filled her lovely pussy …. I could feel and hear how very wet she was now from both our mixed love juices. She had felt the effect of my strong climax as I squirted deep inside. She moaned to every squirt and flexing of my cock with her moans of “ooohhhhh” followed by a passionate whispering of my name. I could hear the sounds of our mutual wetness now as I thrust deeply again and again.
The beginning of my forceful climax now stirred my mother’s passion as she began to climb to her climax also. She had raised her hips as I was filling her love box with my loving juices. She rubbed my back and wrapped her legs over my back …. her heels pressing against the cheeks on my ass …. moaning as she pushed her hips passionately against me.
I continued to stroke ….I had to bring her to a climax before I softened. She pulled me in close and bit my shoulder …. her pussy and hips held high off the bed straining to get all of my stiffness buried as deep as possible. She at first began to quiver …. then I felt the involuntary convulsive rippling of her stomach muscles starting … now the powerful thrusting of her hips and pussy to get as much of my cock deep in her cunt. I started to thrust back strongly driving my still hard cock deep into her. I could feel the intensive convulsive rippling of her stomach muscles intensify where our bodies were touching and her legs and body twitching uncontrollably…. as she went from being in control to an intensive involuntary level of passion. I felt her fingers first dig into my back and then her finger nails slowly rake me from below my shoulders down to my hips.
I was so excited knowing I was fucking my mother and she was loving it … really loving it. I could feel her pussy tightened noticeably as she climaxed …. panting as she climaxed …. moaning and making soft squeaking sounds deep in her throat once again …. then sighing several times …. each time a little bit quieter until they were almost inaudible .
She slowly settled back on to the bed … uttering one soft long moan …. followed by one long deep sensual sigh … and then complete silence and no movement …an indication of her complete and satisfied climax.
Softly whispered words and the calling me by name …. followed by a gentle kiss and holding me close gave me a sense of her complete satisfaction. We rolled on to our sides never uncoupling and just held each other in a post climatic embrace. My cock soon went limp and slipped from her love tunnel followed by a considerable seepage of our joint love juices. I could feel all the wetness cascading down my leg and on to the bed sheet. Soon it was apparent from the coolness of the bed sheet we were in a little ‘puddle’ of post fun wetness. Her squirting had resulted in our crotches and legs to be fully bathed in wetness.
I was smiling as I was thinking about her being as squirter. I was looking at her face as we just were resting side by side. “You are a squirter!” My mother pulled me to her and held me close with just a smile and a “Shhhhh be quiet!”
Soon thereafter, I felt my mother move and I knew then that reality was creeping back to us both. I was waiting for the words explaining what happened …. the condoning reprimands or a possible strong verbal whip lashing. I braced myself. Her first words were inaudible to me …. then I heard “Where did you learn all the things you did to me?”
Then she began a little homily that was essentially explaining what we did was wrong …. not to be done again …. not to be spoken of …. never. She said she was at a very vulnerable time in her life and it was her fault. I remained quiet …. knowing that I was the one who made the first move. We both agreed that we would not get together ever again.
I sat up as she got up to get out of bed. She winced as she caught a glimpse of my back. She had raked my back with her fingernails in her uncontrolled passion, scratching my back and drawing blood at several points. She was not very happy with what she had done.
I was delighted with the unseen image…. a badge of passion that was never to be displayed … never to be mentioned to those who knew us.
She would put some medication on the scratches in a few minutes. It was now important to get our selves back to a level of respectability! She left the room completely nude swinging her nice ass leaving me with a long lasting and indelible image to this day.
I sat on my bed for a while in complete silence …. thinking. Then the thoughts started …. which kept going on and on …. What would my mother do if she knew I had bedded my sister and my girl friend Rosemary in my sister’s bed? I shuddered at the thought. I could take the cutting of my throat but loosing some thing else got me to rush into the shower to wash the beads of sweat and the blood from my body while thinking of what my fate would be if my mother found out. Screwing her and Rosemary was one thing …. bedding down my sister was beyond any measure of justification!! I leaned on the shower wall …. sapped of strength after the bedroom romp and the fear of who knows what I’ve done.
My date for the night, Jennie, turned out to a very cool and non-sexual girl. Maybe it was my fault. Good thing I had experienced a tension relieving experience before picking her up for our date …. I would have been hurting by the end of the evening!
Damn my mother was tight and a good sexual and sensual experience. I thought that it was because of her anxiety of the moment but in fact she was very small and true delight to screw. She loved my hardness …. She had mentioned in a moment of our passion that it was more than what she was accustomed too from another close ‘family’ member. I did feel sadly for what I did for a short time but I quickly found out that I was really delighted that I had bedded her …. I had no misgivings. I also found out that I lied …. I was going to really try to get her back in a bed and slip my cock between those legs again as I held them high!!!! And of course there was my tongue………….
In reality I have tried for some time now to get my mother into a mood to go to bed with me when my father is away. His trips have become less frequent with time and for shorter durations. I have finally paid off some of my heavy debt and found my own place to live.
When I am at their home, I can sometimes get close to her butt at times when she is getting meals ready and rub my very hard cock against her while whispering questions as to what she remembered when we had been together. Sometimes I could get her very hot! I almost could break her down. She has a way of grabbing hold of the table edge or the counter top, shake her head and energetically shrug her shoulders to break the feelings and memories that I stir within her and then send me on my way with a stern but fun loving send off.
Several times she told me after she had rejected my advances with a shrug, a smile and then a comment that “You need to get yourself a date for the evening.”
When I told her once “That’s not what I want!” She said “I can see that, I know what you want.” I came back with a “Well?” She stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and began to leave!
I asked “Where are you going?” Her joking reply was “I’m going to take a cold shower and I’m going to lock my bathroom door!”
I called out to her quickly before she could leave the room “I’ll be in my old bedroom….. You don’t have to bring your towel with you!” “I saw her clench one of her fists … her head tilted back as she exclaimed “Oooooooo yoooooouuuuuuu!” She was straining to keep her cool!
Yup, she was hotter than hot that day. I missed out not truly recognizing her ‘condition’. I missed my opportunity. No grabbing on to the counter top and shaking her body to change the feelings deep inside her body was going to save her. She had to get herself separated from me quickly!
She came back in a little while, cool, all smiles and joking around. She asked if I was going out with Rosemary? When I replied “Yes” she came back with a quick “GOOD!”
She projected a jovial attitude until she said “Where are you going?” and I told her in complete jest “We were planning on coming back to the house so we could make it a threesome!”
Oooopps… that was not a funny… nope …. definitely not a funny… I could see that in her eyes!
I quickly said “I think it’s time for me to leave!”
“You had better!” was her stern comment! She raised her arm and pointed at the door smiling.
I jokingly sucked in a deep breath while softly saying “Oooohhh have you any idea what that does to me when you take control!” Her only comment was a stern “Git”. I left not to return that night!!!
She is a tough nut to crack or a tough muffin to butter as the sayings go!!!!
I do not think I will ever give up trying to bed my mother again but she is also determined … but vulnerable under certain conditions……….. Damn!
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