A Little Night Music, Danny is looking for harmony with his mother

A Little Night Music, Danny is looking for harmony with his mother, Mozart made me rich. I have to give the credit to someone since none of the money I made came through my own efforts or talent. Of course Carla Kopecki had a lot to do with it too. She’s my friend Red’s mother.

Red and I went through school together until I went into the Julliard college program and he and his mother moved into the city. We had even more in common then because his father also died.

Meeting at his mom’s condo near Lincoln Center after school provided as much education as any formal lessons could. Mrs. Kopecki was amazing. She took us to plays and movies and museums all the time, but the best part was that when she told us about what we had been seeing, she made it sound so interesting.


Carla Kopecki made her living being a financial planner, a good enough living to get her and Red from a small Staten Island rental, to a luxury condo in Manhattan, but her heart was in the arts. And that’s why I got rich.

Before I tell about that, let me say what was going on at my home. My mom was a typical struggling single parent, but she was true to her name, she did everything with grace. We had enough, but still did without a lot. We were fortunate that my father’s insurance paid off our small house on Staten Island or else we would have been in real trouble. Grace was a good mother and as I got older I began responding to the fact that she was also a good-looking mother.

She’d had me when she was young and so she was only in her mid thirties when I became of age. And I liked the way she looked. Maybe she was my type because she was my mother, but I loved her long legs, her soft curves, and her dark almond shaped eyes.

And incidents that would have been insignificant to most, made a big impression on me. So when I walked in and saw her asleep on the couch with her skirt hiked up to where I could see the tops of her stockings and a hint of her panties, it didn’t take long for the stiffening in my pants to become huge. It mesmerized me, and it made me uncomfortable. But I knew I wouldn’t look away until I had to. The five minutes it took before she moved lasted an hour to me. Anticipating getting caught, drops of sweat rolled down my neck. I knew I could make it seem as if I had just walked in, but I couldn’t get away from all the feelings.

My compromise to rubbing myself as I watched her was to place the book I held over my pants and press. I wanted to fuck her. I could say whatever I wanted about what was going on, the bottom line was that I wanted to fuck my mother. That’s not an easy pill to swallow, but I’d finally made it go down.

That certainly wasn’t the first time I’d had sexual thought about her. What most sons wouldn’t take any notice of had always got me going, like watching her cook in a slip, or seeing her putting on her makeup in a way that would keep her blouse clean. That meant that she stood there in her heels, skirt, and bra, oblivious to my goings and comings. I took in as much of the sight of her as I could. And anything she wore that showed her beautiful cleavage got me crazy.

And it wasn’t that I was a sex-starved kid. You know the guy in high school that you didn’t think was that good looking, but ended up going out with a lot of the better looking girls? That would be me. It didn’t hurt that I played bass and sang with the band that did the local gigs. I’d even had a couple of older women thrown into the mix. Maybe some of the attraction to mom had to do with the fact that the sex was better with the older women.

So I stood there as she slept, hard, wanting to fuck her, thinking, ‘what the hell is wrong with you? Aren’t there enough women out there?’ It was at that moment that mom turned and said, “Oh hi Danny, I didn’t hear you come in, what time is it?” She didn’t pull her skirt down and I was glad the book was in front of my tented pants.

“It’s about five mom,” I said. “I just got in this minute, sorry I woke you; I know you worked late last night.”

“That’s okay honey, I have to start dinner.” She got up and kissed me on the cheek and I made sure the book stayed between us. So I’m not telling you this because it was so unusual, but because that was the kind of stuff that was happening to me all the time.

Now I might have thought that with my attraction to my mother and older women, Mrs. Kopecki might have turned me on. She sure had the tits for it. She wasn’t a porn star, but she was nice looking and kept herself very well. Maybe because Red was my friend, there was no sexual attraction for me.

Red and I spent so much time together it was hard to keep secrets. If you ever had a ‘Best’ friend you know what I mean. We used to ride our bikes to Silver Lake, which was more like a pond, and sit at the edge of the water and talk. He was the first one I ever told about my feelings. I probably would never have said anything if he didn’t tell me about him and Mary first.

Mary’s his sister, who’s older by a year. He still loves her. Even though he never said those words then, and he wouldn’t say them now, it’s so painfully clear. It started with some kissing and what I inferred was some harmless playing ‘Doctor’ when they were young. But all he ever wanted to talk about was Mary, where she went, what she did, how she looked.

For Mary, the thing with Red was a short episode of fooling, kissing, and trying her newfound power of feminine attractiveness on for size. For Red it was too much more. When she quickly moved on to other boys and other things, Red was left behind, tied in an emotional knot. Not that he didn’t go out and get involved with other girls, but I only had to see Mary and Red in the same room to know that he might never get over her.

What I saw in Red was something of what I saw in me, and what it told me was that I wasn’t the only one in the world who could feel something for someone they weren’t supposed to. When I told Red that I had a thing for my mom, I wouldn’t say he wasn’t surprised, but it wasn’t that big a deal to him. He knew where I was coming from. So I could tell him what I saw and what I felt, and then the same incident could stimulate me, all over again.

The piano thing started when Mrs. Kopecki decided she wanted to learn to play. After school I would show her some things on my small electronic practice instrument. Before long she went out and bought a baby grand. I still remember the moment when I was looking out at the spectacular view of New York City from her window when she said, “Danny, do you have time to give me piano lessons twice a week? It’ll be worth a hundred dollars a week to you.”

I’d been playing since I was five and I could certainly teach a beginner, but in no way was I worth fifty dollars an hour. I knew she was trying to help me out since money was tight for mom and me. I made the best bargain of my life when I jokingly said, “I couldn’t take money from you Mrs. Kopecki, but we can call it even if you can teach me how to afford a view like this.”

She took it seriously and stuck out her hand and said, “Deal. And I’ve told you before to call me Carla. Now you have to, since you’re going to be my teacher.”

For almost a year a year we didn’t miss a lesson and she took so much pleasure even in practicing. After she learned the basics she turned to Billy Joel. When she moved on to Mozart, that became all she wanted to learn. And even if she would never end up playing in a concert hall, she was very good.

For her part of the bargain, it was more a matter of her telling me what stocks and bonds to buy and when to sell them, than it was teaching me how to do it on my own. We set up an account and basically I did whatever she suggested. She was excellent at picking more winners than losers; after all, her lifestyle wasn’t paid for by accident. But we also had a stroke of luck when she told me to buy Google and I misunderstood how much she had told me to buy, and I put almost all my money into it. We sold it when the price quadrupled.

While all this was going on, mom was still working a full-time and a part-time job near Fort Hamilton in Bay Ridge. Somehow she ended up dating a guy named Mcteer who was a colonel. He called her all the time. She had dinner at the officer’s club a lot and he usually took her to all the formal functions there.

I knew we were strapped for money, so when mom came home with a new car one day. I couldn’t understand it and I said, “Mom, where did you get the money?”

She hesitated and then said, “From Colonel Mcteer.”

I got whacked with a jumble of feelings, topped by anger and jealousy. I drew conclusions and it came out as, “You mean you fucked that damned officer for a car?”

She turned red and raised her hand. She’d never hit me as a kid and I don’t know how she stopped from slapping my face at that moment, but she did. She took my arms in her fists and said, “You listen to me Danny, first of all, if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business, and secondly, it was just a loan for the down payment. I’m tired of getting stuck on the Verrazano Bridge, I’m tired of being a dollar short every month, and I’m tired of not having enough strength to get through the day.” By this time her eyes were welling with tears and I put my arms around her to hug her.

“I’m sorry mom, please don’t cry. I just didn’t want to see you get in a situation…” I didn’t know what the hell to say and I kissed her face and neck a few times and told her not to cry because was it going to be all right. I’d promised Carla I wouldn’t spend any of the invested money, but I told mom, “I have enough saved from the piano lessons for that down payment. I want you to give what you took from the colonel back, okay?”

“But it’s five thousand dollars, Danny.”

“I have it mom; will you do it?”

She said, “How could you have saved so much…but you worked for that money…”

I said, “Don’t worry, I love you…” I called her by the name that always made her smile when I said it, “Gracie-girl.”

She hugged me and said, “I love you too baby, thank you, I’ll give it back. I wasn’t happy about taking it but I…oh, and Danny, I didn’t sleep with him. He just likes having me on his arm at the Officer’s Club, to parade in front of his buddies.”

I said, “I’m glad, mom.” I kissed her lips a little too long and I ran my hand over her waist down her hips. She laughed a little and said, “Danny, I think were getting a little carried away here; let’s go get a cup of coffee.” We sat and talked a while and before she went to bed, I kissed her again and when she pulled back she had a concerned smile as she said, “Goodnight darling.”

During the next months, things went well financially, but Carla wouldn’t let me spend a penny. Everything went back into the pot. When I had enough for a stereo system, she said, “Wait.” When I had enough to pay off mom’s car, she said, “Wait.”

When I looked at the bottom line of the year-end statement, I showed it to Carla and said, “Look at this, thanks to you, I can do something I’ve always wanted to, and that’s buy my mom an apartment in the city. Carla, Do you have any idea how hard my mom has worked over the years? She worked two jobs, she cleans until there isn’t a speck of dust in the house, she cooks, and she never buys herself anything. It’s been a dream of hers to live in the city and take advantage of all the things there is to do here. I listened to you and didn’t say anything about the money, but I want to do this for her, she deserves it.”

Carla said, “Okay, I think it’s time, but I want you to buy two; one for Grace and one for an investment.” I took her advice as I always did.

After putting down a good down payment on the apartments Carla and I picked out, I couldn’t wait to show mom. I asked her to come to the city to see a movie. It wasn’t a usual thing for us to spend Sunday together and she treated it as a special occasion. She got dressed up and made up, and looked great. I said, “Mom, you look spectacular.” She actually blushed.

I wanted it to be a total knockout surprise about the apartments, so we actually did go to the movie first. When we got out, there was a sudden downpour and we ducked into small doorway with an overhang. We were practically belly to belly. I just looked at her. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I brought my face closer to hers and not really knowing how far to go, or what to say, or what to do, I said, “You really do look great mom.” I kissed her cheek. There are different ways to kiss a cheek. I didn’t kiss hers the way a son might give his mother a dismissive peck. I kissed her softly with an open mouth, the way a lover might.

This time she smiled an uncomfortable smile and began breathing deeply. She put her hands on my arms. She kissed my cheek, the same way I had kissed her. She tried getting some words out. She said, “Honey…we…Danny…” she looked out and said, “I think the rain is stopping, we can go now.”

We walked the two blocks in the fine drizzle, near to where we were parked, and across the street from the apartments. I said, “Mom come with me, I want to show you something.”

We walked into the building that had a banner saying ‘Now selling – only a few left,’ and mom’s mouth opened when the doorman tipped his hat and said, “Good day sir… ma’am,” without asking where we were going. He’s seen me enough times to know me.

Mom said, “What’s going on?”

“Be patient, just come with me…ma’am.” I led her into the elevator and we rode up to the thirtieth floor. I took out the keys and opened the door. She walked in and was astonished at the big open space and the view across town.

“This is amazing,” she said, It’s so big, and spotless.” Mom’s thing for ‘Clean’ didn’t only apply to houses; she never liked it if I skipped shaving for even one day.

“Danny what is this, why do you have the keys to this place?”

I said, “I’ll explain it all in a minute, but first I have to show you one more thing.”

I took her down the hall and opened the second door. “Oh my God,” she said. “This is even more beautiful than the other one, Danny…?”

I said, “Okay, so this is the one you would pick right?” I handed her keys and said, “It’s for you Gracie-girl.” By the time I finished the story about where the money had come from, she was crying and laughing at the same time in shocked disbelief.

She said, “This is beyond anything I could have dreamed…and you did all this…yourself…for me…”

“No mom, I hardly did it by myself…and I did it for us.” I put my arms around her and I pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth opened a little and after a moment she pulled back and looked at me.

She didn’t ask what I was doing. She didn’t even look surprised. She just said, “No Danny…no.” She put her cheek on my chest and held me. It wasn’t a time for words, so I just wrapped her in my arms.

We moved into the Apartment and furnished it complete with piano. Within nine months we sold the house in Staten Island and the other apartment for almost double what we paid. The investments were doing well, but we weren’t. The kiss didn’t go away. Its taste was between us when we talked, and its touch was between us when we looked at each other. The one time we did talk about it, we went around in circles. Mom said it was something that couldn’t be, and I kept asking why not.

Whenever things weren’t right between us, mom asked me to play for her. More often than not it was Mozart. Some people think it’s calming for children and it helps them learn. I don’t know about that, but mom was always in a better mood and usually wanted to be close as I played. She’d often sit on the bench and put her arms around my waist and her face on my shoulder blades. It wasn’t easy to play that way, but I didn’t mind. And when one of her breasts pressed against me, I minded even less.

The first time we almost crossed the physical barrier, we were at a dinner place where there was dancing. We’d had a few drinks and during a soft ballad I felt her moving against me much more than the dance required. I know she knew I was hard, because her hand rested on it twice. The first time probably by accident, and the second time, probably to see if she was feeling what she thought she was feeling. I wanted to say, “I’m hard for you mom.” I wanted her to say, “I’m glad you’re hard for me.” It didn’t happen.

When we got home, we changed our clothes and sat to watch the news before going to bed. Mom was wearing a T-shirt and I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra because the points of her nipples were evident through the material. I leaned over and kissed her and rested my hand on her tit. I fondled her breast as I kissed her. She didn’t push my hand away. I put my hand under her shirt.

There were so many times I’d thought of holding my mother’s bare tit, but I still wasn’t prepared for the reality of her velvety soft skin, and the weight of her flesh in my hand, and the rubbery feel of her nipple as it hardened. It sounds like it went on for a long while, but it didn’t.

She broke the kiss and put her hand on my cheek and she said, “Danny, I can’t do what you want to do.” She looked in my eyes with a sad expression and I let go of her breast and took my hand out from under the shirt. She said, “Baby, it would be so easy to do this…because I want to, and I want to do it for you. But for one thing, I don’t know if I can get my head around it. And for another, even though I can see that you want me now, it won’t work baby. If not today, or next month, the time will still come when you’ll need someone else, someone nearer your own age and…”

She wouldn’t even listen to my protestations and explanations. It was just ‘No.’ There was now another barrier between us, and every hug or innocent kiss had thoughts behind it from both of us. After a while mom said, “Danny things are going so much better thanks to you, there doesn’t have to be this tension between us, does there baby? Can’t we go back to being the way we were?”

I said, “Sure mom, we will,” and I did make some attempt to be cheerful around her, but it was sort of like trying to put one of those cheap raincoats back into the bag they come in – very difficult.

After playing ping-pong with it in my head until I was dizzy, I went to the person whose judgment I trusted the most. I had grown to love Carla as a mentor and a friend. I wasn’t sure she could handle this, but I had no one else to turn to. As we sat together on the piano bench I said, “Carla, can I talk you about something?”


“You know you can Danny,” She laughed and added, “But if it’s about relationships, I have to warn you, I’m almost bankrupt in that department.”

“Well it sort of…is.” I said.

Carla said, “Red says you have more girls asking you out than you know what to do with, and don’t you tell him I said that, because I think he’s a little jealous.”

“Yeah, I do okay, but this situation is a little unusual…the woman is older than me.”

She tilted her head for a second and I thought she might be thinking that I might be talking about her, but she dismissed it and said, “Okay, so…?”

“Well, It’s been a couple of years and I can’t stop thinking about her. I mean really, I’m talking every day.”

“Have you approached her? Who is she?” Carla saw me hesitate.

“I don’t mean her name, I mean what does she do, how do you know her?” Again I hesitated.

Carla said, “Danny, I’ve known you for a long time now – what aren’t you telling me?”

“You swear you won’t say anything?”

“Daniel, I don’t have to swear because you know I wouldn’t.”

“Oh man…” I said. “It’s my mom.”

Her eyes opened wide, “You mean you…you’re thinking about your mom in a…sexual way?”

I shook my head yes and after a moment she said, “This would really be a good time to sing, ‘Oh Danny boy’…”

“I’m serious Carla,” I said

“I know Danny, I’m sorry, I just need a minute to process this. How can I help you?”

“I don’t know; I need some advice.”

“This is really sticky territory Danny. You know I’m not a prude, and that I have no problem with adults doing whatever…if nobody gets hurt. But somebody may get hurt here Danny. Let’s forget about the fact that she’s your mother…if we can. You’re not even twenty, you’re infatuated, and maybe there’s something ‘Naturally un-natural’ about an attraction between a young mother and son that almost grew up together, but she’s still at a different stage of her life.”

I had some hope that Carla understood what I was talking about on a personal level and maybe she’d experienced some of the same emotions, so I said, “Carla, can you imagine having feelings…?”

She shook her head at me and said, “We’re not talking about me now. Let’s face it, at your age, all you’re thinking about is sex. I know Grace a little better now, she’s proud as she can be of you and she loves you to death, but she needs someone for the long term, someone to make a life with, not someone to …screw a few times for the forbidden thrill of it, and then be on her way.”

“Carla,” I said, “What if I want to be that person? I’m not only talking about sex here; give me a little credit. I wouldn’t hurt my mom just to screw her. I love her Carla, and I’m always going to. I know it’s crazy, but I know she has feelings for me and is it just insane, or are some things possible even if nobody else thinks so? Carla…I love her, and I want to be with her.”

“Oh Daniel, I’m sorry you’re unhappy. All I can tell you is…to listen to her. Talk to her, but be gentle and bring things up slowly…but listen to her, it’s even more important that talking.”

As usual Carla’s advice was on the money. I shifted my head from all the scenarios where I try to seduce or convince my mother and I started listening to her and being there for her. In the beginning our talking had nothing to do with us, or sex. I listened when she told me about her day and I listened when she told me about her happiness and her fears.

She became comfortable enough to tell me about some of the relationships she suffered through during the last few years. She said once, “I certainly wasn’t going to bed with the Colonel, who really didn’t give a damn about me, or anyone I couldn’t even talk to…that would never get me off.” Hearing mom talking about getting off made me feel good that she could say it to me, and it also excited me.

I said, “I can understand that mom, because after last few girls I went out with, I know I want more than that too.” I said, “When you daydream about the future mom, what do want for yourself?”

She hesitated a little and laughed, “It’s a bit embarrassing,” she said, “I’d love to be a bride again Danny, and start all over, not that I’m sorry that I had you, because that was the best thing I ever did, but just to feel like a newlywed, to feel loved that way, and having someone to share my days, and my nights with…that’s what I think about.”

I said, “Mom you deserve that, and you should feel loved that way…you are loved that way. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or unhappy, but I’m going to say what I have to say.” Her head was turned away from me almost in embarrassment. I said, “Look at me mom…” I took both her hand and made her look into my eyes. “Just this…then I’ll shut up. Mom, I love you…if I could, I would make you my bride. In fact, I’m asking you now. Marry me Gracie. In whatever crazy way we can figure to do it, marry me, be my bride, be my wife, be my lover. We can do it mom. Fuck what anybody thinks. It’s our life and we’ll have to answer to ourselves for throwing a chance for happiness and love away. I know you want this and I know I do too. This isn’t about tonight mom; it’s about every night. It’s about…”

I was running out of words and she had turned her face from me. The frustration of accepting the reality of never having my mom was setting in. She turned back to me and I saw her eyes welling when she said, “Oh God…Danny, Danny…yes, okay, I’ll do it, I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife,” she shook her head almost in disbelief of what she was hearing.” She said, “And I’ll love you Danny, because I can’t help it…I already do…I do.” She leaned towards me and the sweet kiss was all I could have hoped for.

We undressed each other where we stood. Her skin from her toes to her face was a smooth cream. As I looked up and down the curves and angles of my mother’s body, I realized that the body that I had once assessed as ‘sexy’ was even more than that. It was perfect. Her clothes hid the fact that every part of her fit into a beautifully assembled package. My eye took in the curve of her hip and went to her breasts. They turned up at the ends to accentuate her thick tipped nipples. Her slim waist and flat belly highlighted all the parts that were round. I’d never realized she had such a beautiful ass.

She looked at my stiff cock and said, “I make you hard.” It sounded almost like a question or a surprise to her.

I told her, “Yes Gracie, you always make me hard. Thinking about you makes me hard. This is what you do to me.”

She put her hand on my cock and said, “Oh honey, it feels so good. God, it’s so thick. I’m ashamed to tell you, but this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you. A few months a go I came home early one day and you had the music blasting upstairs. I went up and you were in the shower with the door open, I guess so you could hear the music. You had a hard-on that I couldn’t stop looking at. Jesus, I must have thought about that sight every night for weeks.”

I teased her and said, “Did you do anything about it while you were thinking mom?”

She turned red and gave my shoulder a playful push. “You stop that…but it is beautiful,” she said as she took my cock back into her hand. She massaged my balls and fisted my shaft, opening her hand and reversing the grip every few seconds. I would have shot off in her hand in another five seconds if I didn’t’ stop her and gather myself.

I said, “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

At that point she stopped and said, “Honey, I know this is going to sound crazy, but can we wait?”

Was this all going to be a tease? My head swirled. “Wait for what mom?”

“Wait until we get married in some way…or do some kind of ceremony…before you’re…inside me? And then we can make that bedroom, ‘Our’ bedroom. Can we just love each other another way until we do that? Can we baby?”

What a relief. I said, “Sure mom, we’ll do it any way you like.” We went over to the couch and sat. We kissed long and hard until I felt her pussy soaked with moisture. I moved into the sixty-nine position and felt my cock entering my mother’s mouth for the first time. Her warm lips caressed the shaft and her tongue licked it up and down.

Knowing how fastidious my mother was about everything, I wasn’t surprised that her pussy was shaved clean. I found it sexy and I wanted to taste those pinkish folds that covered her pussy and clit. I went down on her as she was blowing me and I licked the soft skin before pushing my tongue into her pussy. She moaned with my cock in her mouth. When I found her clit by slipping my tongue under the hood, she seemed unable to stop moving. My hands were holding her opened thighs and I felt a slight tremble run over her skin as I worked her clit.

She stopped sucking me long enough to say, almost out of breath, “Danny, go easy baby, you’re going to make me come too fast. Come here baby, I want to kiss you.” I switched position and we made out for a long time as I touched my mother’s pussy gently. Her excitement accelerated until she said, Baby…baby…I want to come so bad I could scream…it’s been so long since a man touched me like this…oh God…make your Gracie-girl come Danny.”

I went back down on her, facing her this time, and she said, “Yes, yes, that’s it, make me come baby, make your mommy come.” I slipped my hands under her ass and kneaded the fleshy globes as I ate her. I drew the swollen clit into my mouth and she yelled “BABY…GOD…OH…yes, yes, yes, I’m coming baby, I’m coming…”

What a feeling, having my mother come in my mouth as I sucked her clit. That I could make her make those moaning sounds was almost enough to make me come. She arched up in a final spasm and let herself down with a long sigh. When she finished she said, “Oh love, I can’t tell you how good you made me feel. Now let me make you feel good sweetheart.”

She made me lean back and took my hard-on into her mouth. She took as much as she could with each engulfing movement down my shaft. She made a grunting sound when she took too much and the knob hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was opened wide around the width of my cock and looking at her sucking me was a picture I wanted to always remember.

She stopped for a moment to either rest or adjust herself, but I was so excited I stroked back and forth in her mouth. She kept trying to take more of me down her throat. When she realized she couldn’t, she sucked on the head as she rubbed the shaft back and forth. When I felt my orgasm nearing, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to come in her mouth, but I didn’t know if she would want me to. I said, “Mom, I’m going to come in your mouth.” She could have taken it as a pronouncement or a warning to her.

She made a sound like “Mmm…” which I took to mean that it was okay to come in her mouth. It was more than okay with me. The idea that my mother was telling me that she wanted me to come in her mouth triggered the first blast before I knew what hit me. I don’t know if she was really ready because she made a loud “Mmmm…” noise that I was in no condition to try and understand. All I could do was feel the release of shot after shot of my sperm firing into my mom’s mouth. It must have been too much for her because she started to cough. I was almost done at that point, but she returned to sucking me anyway.

The last few spasms made me give out a long, “Ooooohhh,” as I said, “Oh mom, that was unbelievable; you are unbelievable. You made your son feel so good.”

“I’m glad baby,” she said. I could see some of the white cream on her lips. She held my wet cock in her hand and after kissing it a few times, she sucked it clean and said, “I can’t believe what I just did…but I do love you.”

She came into my arms and I said the words that never rang more true, nor felt so pure, “I love you mom.”

The next day we talked about our private ceremony. I said, “I know it’s not original mom, but how about doing it by the beach at sunset.”

Mom said, “It sounds lovely Danny, but first I’m going to get an IUD: I don’t want you to have to wear a condom our first time.” She put her hand on my neck and looked into my eyes and said, “I want to feel you inside me.”

I said, “Me too mom, not that I would mind it if you went without anything too.”

“Danny!” she said. “What could you be thinking?”

“Nothing…for now mom, I laughed. “Don’t worry, I was just thinking out loud, you know all that stuff about problems with babies is exaggerated and…”

“Whoa sweetheart,” she smiled. “I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves…but it is a beautiful thought, that you would want to have a baby with me… maybe one day we’ll talk about it.” We kissed and touched until mom said, “We’ll never make it to tonight if you keep this up.”

I put her hand on my groin and said, “Especially if you keep this up.”

In the evening, mom made me play the piano for her for about an hour. She was in a teary state, but still couldn’t stop smiling. We went to the beach and we each read the promises we made to each other under the reddened sky. I told her I would never leave her and she told me that her body and heart were mine. I didn’t want to wait until we got home, I would have gone to a motel or done it in the car, but mom said, “We’re going to start our new life by making love for the first time in our new home, in our own bed.” There wasn’t much doubt about who would win out.

When we got home, we went into the bedroom and mom opened the sunshades. The city at night sparkled out of the window that nobody could see into. Mom said, “I got something for our honeymoon, so I could be a proper bride for you. You just sit on the bed and wait.”

It took a while, but when she came out of the bathroom, she was all in white. The bridal lingerie was pure erotica. Garter belt and stockings, high-heeled pumps, lace bra and panties, all in wedding white. The bra was sheer enough to see her nipples through. The panties were sheer enough to see her pussy. The fact that her face was covered with a veil while almost everything else was exposed had me stiff as a pole.

I said, “You’re an amazing bride, Gracie, now come kiss your new husband.” She sat by me on the bed and I lifted the veil. In the light from the city and in her fresh make-up she looked like a woman in her twenties. I said, “What a beautiful girl I married.” In between kisses she took off my clothes. She kissed my cock and it sprang to her lips. She sucked the head for a moment and went back to kissing the shaft. I pulled the bra under her breasts and they stuck all the way out. I sucked the nipples and I thought that one day these big breasts might even be swollen with milk again, for our baby.

I took off the panties and she reclined with one raised knee tilted towards the other. I said, “Let me see you mom, you never have to be shy again, open your legs for me.” She spread her legs and closed her eyes. I just looked at my mother’s pussy. She touched her nipples as I watched. I kissed between her legs and she jumped in surprise. I licked her folds and she moaned pleasurably.

I held my cock and brought it to her pussy. It was thick and hard and before I put it inside her, it felt like a moment of confirmation. As I entered her I said, “Now you’re mine mom.”

And as I pressed the length of my shaft up into my mother’s pussy for the first time, she said, “Yes baby, I’m yours…and you’re mine now, my love…my love.”

I was fucking my mother. I was fucking my wife. I spread her pussy with each penetration and she moved to meet me, pressing her fingers into my back.

As I continued to penetrate her channel and slide along the close-fitting walls, my mother said, “Oh God, I never would have believed I could be doing this.”

I pushed in again and said, “As soon as I realized that you were the one for me, I always believed it mom, I always knew that one day I would be inside your pussy, like this…like this…like this.”

With each pump she said, “Yes baby, yes baby.”

I could tell by her reaction and moans how it felt, but I still wanted to hear it. I said, “Does it feel good mom, does it feel good having me inside you?”

“Yes Danny, ” she said. “It feels better than anything, having my baby inside his mommy’s pussy. Am I good for you baby, is mommy good for you baby?”

“You’re the best, mom, no one could be better for me, you’re my pussy now aren’t you mom.”

It sounded so sexy when she answered because I’d never heard her say the words. “Yes, I’m your pussy…your pussy…your pussy…yes baby do that…fuck me, oh God…” She arched up with excitement as she raised her hips to take me inside her. My width was stretching her and she reacted to each entry with a sound that took the breath out of her.

Her talk got sexier as I pounded deeper and deeper into her pussy. “You fit so good in me Danny. Your cock is so thick; it fills me up. Yes baby, give mommy your cock.”

I held up for a moment to catch my breath and control and she said, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I love your cock in me Danny.” I took her leg over and continued entering her at the new angle. She responded immediately. I felt her hand as it sought out the place where we met and she rubbed the shaft as it entered her and pressed on her clit. “Yes my big cock,” she said, “My big cock boy…inside me…fucking me, my big cock boy is fucking me, aren’t you baby…this is what you want isn’t it, isn’t it?” She was humping up at me as she spoke and I told her what she wanted to hear as I penetrated her pussy hard and fully.

“Yes mom, I’m fucking you, I’m fucking you, your boy is fucking you and it’s just what I want to do, what I always wanted to do.”

After four or five more strokes I heard her cry out, “Danny I’m coming…oh God…I’m coming Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny.”

I had been concentrating so hard on not coming too soon, that I wasn’t expecting mom to come that fast. I knew it didn’t always happen that way, but that first time, I wanted to come with my mom. I raised myself up and my hips drove my cock into her quick and hard. It wasn’t long before I crested and began releasing my sperm into my mother’s pussy. She felt the cords of cum as they hit and she said, “Yes, yes, come inside me, in your mommy, yes, baby, yes baby…God yes…fuck meeeeee…” When we finished mom was breathing hard and she looked at her with her eyes wide and mouth open. She said, “Oh my God, did I come…ohh…” She fell asleep in my arms.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night, as I fondled her tit, she awoke and said sleepily, “You want me again baby?”

I said, “Mom, as long as you’re in this bed, I want you, and I’m not letting you out of this bed.”

She laughed and said, “It’s nice for an old lady to have a young man with all this energy,” She took my hard cock in her hand and said, “And a young man with all of this…”

I said, “It’s all for you mom, and don’t call my young wife an old lady.” I turned her over and entered her doggy-style. She must have been sore from all the fucking I had given her through the night but you wouldn’t have know it by the way she fucked back.

Her ass wiggled and humped and she said, “Give it to me Danny, give me your cock baby, give mommy your cock…oh…oh…oh God, you’re so deep in my pussy.” And I was. With her knees spread and ass stretched towards me I could feel that I was even deeper inside her than I was when she was on her back. She said, “Yes…yes…I like that Danny.” I liked it too.

I played with her tits as they hung and swayed. I couldn’t keep my hands off them all night and mom had noticed. She said, “You like your mommy’s tits don’t you baby?”

I said, “No mom, I love your tits.” I massaged them and pulled on the rubbery nipples as I went into her with the whole length of my cock. By her grunts and moans I couldn’t imagine her taking any more than I gave her. I tried not to pound her and she made smooth sounds to the rhythm of my insertions.

As I fucked her she said, “You’re going to keep your promise aren’t you baby? You won’t stop wanting me, will you?”

I said, “Mom, if I was going to stop wanting you I would have done it a long time ago. I’m not going to stop wanting you, I’m not going to stop loving you and I’m not going to stop fucking you. And I want to love you in every place I can, in your beautiful mouth and in your wet pussy and in your sweet round ass.” It came out that way because I was looking at her sweet round ass.

Mom surprised me when she said, “Yes baby, I want that too; I want you everywhere. I want you to fuck me everywhere, now baby, do it now, in my ass.” My cock was still wet with my mother’s pussy juice and I put the knob on her pucker and pushed. The noise she made was more ‘oww’ than ‘ooh’ and I pulled out. I said, “Did it hurt mom?”

She said, “A little, but it’s okay, I want you to.”

I said, “Wait a minute,” I practically ran into the bathroom to get some lubricant.

When I came back I put a glob on her hole and pushed some in with my finger. She made some soothing sounds as I circled her anus until it was shiny with the jelly. I slopped it on my cock.

This time it went into her tight channel much easier. It was unbelievable. I literally stuffed as much of my thick cock into her as I could and she took it with a single sound, an imploring high pitched, “Ooohhh…” It was a sigh and a moan at the same time and it lasted as long as it took for me to stretch her hole and fill the tight passageway with a long and slow insertion. When I was up in her and began moving she said, “Yes baby, now you’re inside me, inside your momma’s ass…what you want, isn’t it baby…so that I’m all yours.”

All I could say was, “Oh mom…”

Her voice cam from her throat when she said, “Am I doing it good for you baby?”

I told her, “You’re doing great mom; I’m inside your ass and nothing could feel better.” That was more than just something to say. Her grip on my cock inside her tight channel was nothing like anything I had experienced.

“I never let anyone do this before baby, just for you, mommy’s doing it just for her boy. OH, oh, yes, baby’s big cock is in mommy’s ass…big cock…hard cock…so deep in your mommy’s ass. Fuck me Danny…fuck me…please don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop wanting me…”

This time I was the one about to come first and I said, “Mom, come with me, I want you to come with me.”

She reached under as she said, “Yes baby, yes, yes.” She rubbed her clit back and forth with practiced fingers and then she pressed and I felt her stiffen as she said, “Come in me baby, come in me, OHHH…” I had already let the first stream of cum go and when she began coming, her well-lubricated ass took a pounding from me as hard and as fast as I could power into her. Her “OHHH…” turned into a long siren sound that continued as I sent my sperm into her with each succeeding penetration. My cock was shiny with cum as it slid fluidly in and out of my mother’s ass. As we both tapered down, she said, “You don’t know how much your Gracie loves you.”

I said, “After that mom, I do, I really do.” I lost count of how many times we made love that night.

Early the next morning as we held each other in the warm calm of our marital bed, I said, “Mom, I have a wedding present for you; I want you to stop working. ”

“And do what?” she said.

I said, “I don’t know, whatever makes you happy. Take care of the apartment and take care of us.”

“Can we afford it baby?”

I said, “We can more than afford it.”

“Oh God,” she said as I could see the emotion registering on her face. “I do hate that job.”

She hugged me and said, “Thank you honey, I can’t believe all that you’ve done, for me, and for us. But I didn’t think about presents; I didn’t get you anything.”

I said, “Of course you did, you gave me what I really wanted, you gave me you.”

She hesitated for a moment and I said, “Is anything wrong, mom?”

She said, “NO honey.” But it didn’t sound right so I pressed her. She said, “I don’t want to spoil what’s been the best night of my life. But I don’t want t start our life together without telling you everything. She hesitated before going on. “Baby, each time you were inside me, it was everything I could want, but after I came, I felt good, but at the same time I felt…guilty. I don’t know honey, I think it’ll just take a little time getting used to all of this. Then she kissed me and said, “Sweet Danny, yes, I will give you me and I’ll be a good wife for you.”

During the following months mom stayed home a lot and I was over at Carla’s for at least part of every weekday. I gave Carla her lessons three days a week and we went over the financials and portfolios every day. Not that we didn’t make mistakes, but the overall results were giving us a great living.

When I got home each day, sometimes mom was quiet and somewhat distant, but mostly it felt as if we were on a honeymoon, especially sexually. Not surprisingly, at my age, I had a hard-on for my mom almost all the time. Her appetite at least matched mine. I was never quite sure, where, or when, or how she would want sex. One day I came home and she called me to the kitchen. She said, “Well, what do you think?”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to notice. There was music playing, and it was Mozart of course. I recognized the CD. I had bought it for her after mom said, “It would be lovely to hear you playing while we’re making love.” I laughed and told her I didn’t think I could manage both at once. Appropriately, the pianists name was Kissin.

So I said, “You mean the music? Very nice.”

She said, “Not the music, how do I look?”

I was lost. Her hair looked the same. She was wearing a thin knit top and I noticed she didn’t have a bra on, but that wasn’t unusual when she was at home. Her apron covered her skirt. So I just said, “You look cute, and sexy as always mom.”

She said, “I hoped you’d like my outfit.” She turned around and the skirt that I assumed was under the apron wasn’t there, only her bare beautiful ass was. She obviously had something very specific in mind concerning what she wanted and how she wanted it, because with her back to me, she put her leg up on one of the stools by the breakfast bar. That was an invitation I wasn’t going to pass on.

Over the months I’d come to learn that when she wanted slow gentle foreplay, it could be an hour or two before I was inside her. Some days she only wanted oral sex and didn’t want me to be inside her. And then there were the times I couldn’t get my cock into her fast enough. This was definitely one of those times.

My pants and briefs almost wouldn’t come off over my stiffened cock. I reached between my mother’s legs as she stood waiting and I felt her smooth pussy, slick with juice. She said, “Oooohh yeah…” as my fingers slid over her hidden clit. I put my fingers to her mouth and she licked and sucked them making a noise from her throat that sounded like an engine purr.

I bent my knees a bit and came up guiding my cock between her thighs. It slid amidst the folds of her vagina. Mom let out a sigh as if it was the relief she’d been waiting for and I pushed up into her pussy. I reached under her top to take hold of her tit as I fucked her. I almost always held her tits as I fucked her. The position she was in opened her pussy and I was able to drive up deep. She said, “Oh that’s good, I was waiting for that, yes baby…”

As I continued penetrating her, I thought how wonderful it was that she had wanted this, and planned it. I didn’t know how much she had planned until she lifted herself off me and said, “Wait baby.” She kneeled on the bar chair and her ass spread towards me. She said the words she had been saying much more than I expected over the last few weeks. The words seemed to excite her almost as much as the act. I wasn’t sure if it was because she thought it was the most exciting thing we did or the most depraved, She said, “Fuck mommy in the ass baby.” I didn’t care which reason she did it for.

I knew exactly how much planning had gone into her scenario when she reached into the apron pocket and took out the lubricant. She handed it back to me and held on to the edge of the bar to brace herself. I slathered it quickly on my cock and pointed the head at her exposed hole. She was so much more relaxed than the first time we had anal sex. Once my knob pushed through the tight ring, it went smoothly into her small channel. It was tight and it was hot and it felt like an embrace that kept working it’s way up and down my shaft.

I drove it all the way up and said, “Mom, you have a perfect ass, man does that feel good.”

“It does baby, it does,” She said. “And you’re perfect, perfect for me.” She bounced slightly to meet my insertions. I watched as each penetration stretched her greased opening and she kept up her whispered litany, “Fuck mommy in the ass…fuck mommy in the ass…” I gradually increased the depth until I was able to penetrate her with the full length of cock. Once I saw she could take it, I continued the deep strokes and was up against the meaty globes of her ass at the end of each insertion.

We were both moving continuously and feeling the passion of our fucking. Mom let out a high pitched whine that sounded like a cry and said, “Yes, Danny, do it to me, fuck me there, in my ass…yes…yes…don’t stop, harder, make it hurt, harder, harder…”

I couldn’t believe she wanted it harder, but I gave it to her as hard and fast as I could until I was about to explode. I yelled, “I’m coming…” and I closed my eyes as I pumped her ass full of my sperm.

I don’t know if she touched herself or not, but I do know that she came with an explosive, “YEESSSS…” at the top of her lungs until she collapsed sprawled over the bar. She was laughing. She said, “Oh wow, no one would believe what you just did to every one of my nerve endings; I’m still tingling.”

I said, “I hope you’re not going to go out and make some public announcement now, are you?”

She laughed and turned to sit on chair. I kissed her and took a handful of her tit, stretching the nipple between my fingers. She said, “Oooh, you do get me going…and talking about going, we better get a move on if we’re going to meet Carla and Red at seven.” With a quick kiss she pinched my nipples and ran from the room laughing. I loved the sound of it.

The next day, Carla said to me, “Well, I guess you got your little problem with your mother solved.” I hadn’t said anything to her about it.

“How do you know?” I said.

“Oh please,” she laughed, “I could feel the electricity between you two, and the way you caught each other’s eyes, anybody who’s ever been in love can see the signs.” I just smiled. “I’m happy for you Danny,” she said.

“I’m happy too,” I said.

Carla said, “I wish I could say the same for my Red.”

I hesitated before saying anything and then said; “Well maybe he’ll find someone soon.”

“We both know what the problem is with him…Mary…and there’s not going to be an easy answer for that one.”

“Did he tell you?” I asked.

Carla said, “Danny, he didn’t have to tell me, I knew it from when he was a teenager…I wish I could help him, but he pays no attention to what I tell him.” She sighed, I don’t know why people have to make things so hard on themselves.”

“Do you think he has a choice, Carla?”

“Yes, I guess I do,” she said. “He doesn’t have to call her all the time to torture himself. He’s stopped even looking for someone. You can’t just sit around feeling sorry for yourself; you’ve got to do something positive, anything to keep from being stuck in the mud. You were lucky Danny, you and your mom made the same choice.”

I was lucky, for a while. Mom and I were having a great ride. Even our fantasy lives were in sync. At first she was shy about it. When we were actually having sex, she could say and do anything. When she wanted to talk about playing out a fantasy, she would have trouble getting the words out.

The strange thing was that her fantasies were tied up in our reality. I was either the son who wanted to sleep with his mother, or the son whose mother wanted to sleep with him, but one person was always trying to stop it.

In the last story she made up, she had a husband who mistreated her. The bastard often ties her up and leaves her for hours, after which he comes back and fucks her. I was the son who comes home unexpectedly and finds his mother in this compromised condition.

In her fantasy scenario, mom says, “Oh sweetheart, untie me, I have to get away from here, I can’t take it any more…you’ve got to help me get away.”

She’s on her belly with lengths of rope tied to her wrists and ankle. She could move, but not enough to untie herself. Her nightgown is pushed up to her waist and she’s not wearing panties. I walk up to the bed and don’t say anything. I put my hand on her ass and run my fingers down to where they almost reach her pussy. “What are you doing…untie me.” I still don’t say anything. My hand glides up her back and then down over her ass and thighs. When my hand comes back up, I reach between her legs and rub her pussy. She says, “No, no, I’m your mother, what are you doing?”

I say, “I’m feeling your pussy, can’t you tell?”

“No, please,” she whines. “Don’t, I can’t let you do this.”

“Mom,” I say, “you’re in no position to say anything. I’m going to do exactly what I want, and what I want, is to fuck you.” I take off my clothes and she looks at my hard cock and says, “Don’t do this thing, please don’t…a son can’t have sex with his mother.”

I straddle over her thighs and say, “A son is going to have sex with his mother…and he’s going to fuck her until he’s done.” I put my cock on her ass and start rubbing it back and forth. I say, “Can you feel how hard my cock is mom, soon it’s going to be inside you.”

“Oh NO, NO…this can’t be happening…” She say’s ‘no’, over and over while I pull her thighs up a little so her ass is raised a few inches off the bed.

I rub her pussy and my hand is so wet I can grease her ass with the juice. I stick my finger in her small hole and say, “You know you have an ass made for fucking.”

She say’s “No son, please not that, please don’t do these things to me, I know you don’t mean it, you wouldn’t do really do it to your own mother, would you baby?”

I press my hard cock on her ass and say, “This says I will.” Then I tell her, “Okay mom, enough playing around, where do you want it, in your pussy or in your ass?”

She just whimpers and I say, “If you don’t answer, I’ll take that mean you want it here.”

I start fingering her butt and she says, “No not there…do it in my pussy.”

I say, “If that’s where you want it, that’s where you’ll get it.” Without another word I shoved myself between her legs and into her pussy.

After a few strokes, mom’s hips start to move and grind and she says, “Oh my God, you’re fucking me, you’re fucking me, my son is fucking me…”

I say, “Yes I am mom.” I stroke and screw her until I could sense she was about to come. I put a finger in her ass and drive my shaft with long strong strokes into her pussy and she leaves the fantasy and says, “Danny I’m coming…Danny, Danny, don’t stop, yes love me like that, like that, OHHHH…fuck me Danny, my sweet love…” I drive deep until I start to release my cream into her. I fill her pussy with my sperm that one day may make a baby with her. She collapses and laughs, “Oh Danny, you do it even better than a fantasy lover.”

I tell her, “You are my fantasy lover, mom.” I untie her and she comes to my arms.

September fifteenth, I remember the day because it was exactly three months to day after our ‘marriage’ and also Red’s birthday. I met Red for lunch down on Wall Street where Red was working. He said, “You’re not going to believe this…maybe it’s catching…” he laughed. “About three in the morning, mom comes into my bedroom and sits on my bed.” He looks around to see if anyone is listening, but nobody is seated even close to us. He said, “I’m bleary eyed and don’t know what the hell is going on and mom says, ‘This business with you and Mary has to end, I’m not going to let you ruin your life over this…’ Then she starts rubbing my dick over the sheet.” He raised his eyes and smiled. I was probably sitting there with my mouth open in surprise.

Red said, “As she’s rubbing me, you know, she’s telling me that what’s she’s doing is to get me out of my obsession, and this isn’t any permanent thing, but I can hardly listen because my hard-on is talking too loud.” He laughed.

I said, “So, did you…?”

“OH yeah,” he said. “OH yeah we did; Danny, she took me in her mouth, and then she got on top of me and those tits of hers…man…she made me promise not to tell anyone, but I said that you had to know, so she said you’d probably figure it out after a while anyway. So man…it was great, now I know how you feel.”

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I smiled at him and said, “Well it looks like it worked, leave it to Carla…good for you Red.”

The next day as soon as Carla opened the door, she smiled and said, “Okay, don’t say anything, and wipe that look off your face mister…God, I only hope I didn’t trade one problem for another. This is partly your fault, you and Gracie looking so happy and all.”

I laughed and said, “All right I won’t say anything, but let me just ask you one question, I know why you did it, but was it nice for you?”

She sighed, “Yes, it was nice for me…I was always crazy for that boy, but don’t you encourage him, this is to get him on a new path, not to get him hung up again.”

She added as an afterthought, “And I better make sure I don’t get hung up myself.”

I said, “There could be worse things than maybe you being happy too Carla.”

She said in a floating way, “It has been a long time since I felt that good…anyway, we have work, and a lesson to do.” Throughout the afternoon, whenever I’d look at her and smile, she slapped my arm and said, “Stop it.” But she always smiled back.

The four of us became closer after that and there was a feeling of family in everything we did. Carla told mom that it was only a temporary thing between Red and her, and that soon she would make him go out with other women. Red told me that the sex was great between them, even if it was a little conservative, and that it was Carla that initiated it most of the time.

Things went well for a while. I was great until we had a financial reversal. So when the market turned down and we lost a good percentage of our gains, I got very nervous and wanted to sell some things. I was also not so nice to be around. I was snapping at mom and acting moody. There were some nights she was too upset with me to have sex.

Carla noticed how irritable I was and said, “I’ve been through this many times and you haven’t. This is going to happen, you have to ride it out without panicking. You’re not selling anything. Listen Danny, you and Grace pack your bags, we’re all going away for five days, on me.”

In her usual efficient style Carla planned a trip to Atlantis in the Bahamas. It was life in the lap of luxury. Gorgeous waters, rooms, food, casinos, and a spectacular aquarium that was a world unto itself greeted us. Mom and I had never been able to afford an exorbitant vacation like that. I stopped thinking about the market and started to enjoy being there.

We had adjoining rooms and the first night, after dinner, a show, and an hour in the casino, we all went to our rooms. Mom and I were just about to go to bed when we heard tapping on the wall. These were not the paper-thin variety that you find at Motel 6, so it was strange to hear anything between rooms. I put my ear up closer to the wall and faintly heard Carla’s voice saying, “Red, Red, yes, yes…” Their bed must have been a little too close to the wall and the headboard was tapping on the wall.

Mom said, “What is it Danny?”

I said, “They’re fucking their brains out in there; I guess ‘Temporary’ for Carla means until she comes a few more times.” Mom laughed. I said, “I’m sorry mom, I’ve been stupid, worrying about stuff that’ll take care of itself. I have you, and I love you, and we should just be loving each other…and fucking our brains out.”

“Yes baby, yes, lets not waste any more time.” As mom took off her nightgown, I made sure the headboard was close enough to the wall.

I looked at her naked body from bed and my cock pointed straight up. I said, “Come fuck me mom.” She came toward the bed and I expected her to mount me, as she liked doing when I was in that position, but instead she bent over at the waist and took my cock in her mouth. As she bobbed on my cock, I reached for one of her heavy swaying tits. The weight of her flesh felt good in my hand and I massaged it firmly as she sucked me.

She stopped sucking long enough to lick up and down my shaft and she said, “Ooh, you taste good.” Then she said, “Don’t move baby, I want to try something.” She held my cock at the base and took me into her mouth. She tilted her head and I could myself going deeper. She didn’t completely deep-throat me but she was able to take enough down for me to feel the difference. She came up with a long suck and said, “Did that feel different baby; did it feel better?”

I said, “Mom, it always feels great, but that was amazing. “I could see in her smile that she was proud that she could make me feel good. And I was proud to have a mother who loved me like that.

I wanted her on me, and I wanted me in her, so I urged her up on the bed by taking her arm. Again she didn’t mount me. Instead, she brought her pussy to my mouth. I ate her and made her wet. She started to pull back but I grabbed the globes of her ass in my hands and kept her there as I sucked the nub from under her hood. Nothing made her come faster than my tongue flitting across, circling, and pressing on her clit. As I worked the swollen button, her words became louder and faster. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…Oh…oh…OH, OH, OHHHH, AAAAAHHH…” Carla and Red would have heard her even if they were two doors away.

After the explosion, mom was quietly saying, “Oh…oh…oh…” as she finished and I continued to gently paint the wet nub with the tip of my tongue. Her knees bucked and she was shaky.

I said, “Sit here and rest mom.” She laughed as she lowered herself onto the cock I was holding for her.

She eased herself down with a sigh and said, “I don’t know how much rest I’m going to get on this thing.”

I held her hips and flexed up deeper into her pussy and said, “Not much.”

Even though she had just come, mom reacted as if she hadn’t. She raised and lowered herself on my cock as I cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples. Every once in a while she’d take the whole cock up into her pussy and grind her hips, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. When I was on top of her I could control both of our orgasms and she had learned over the past months when to stop and let me gather myself so I could stay inside her longer whenever she was on top. I looked at her and saw her wincing each time I entered her. I said, “Are you okay mom?”

She said, “Yes baby, just come in me, I want to feel you come inside me now.” It really was up to her when I came when she was on top like that, and when she bounced quickly up and down for a few minutes, I had no choice. I shot up inside her and released more sperm into her pussy each time she came down on me. After I finished coming, she bent over to kiss me. She didn’t want to stop kissing and I heard her sniffle as if she was crying. I asked her again if anything was wrong and she insisted she was fine.

On the plane ride back I sat with Red and he was anything but fine. He said, “Danny, I met someone.”

I knew what was coming. I was annoyed at him and I just said, “And…”

“And her name is Pamela…her parents are clients…” I just looked at him waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Okay,” he said. “We spent some time together and, you know, things happened, and I know it’s serious because I can’t stop thinking about her, and being away from her these five days…”

“And what about your mom?” I said.

“Mom’s great and I love her, and she’s been the best about everything, you know, but with Pam I can do everything and…”

“What does that mean Red?”

“You know, with sex, it’s really good with mom, but she doesn’t want to do a lot of things…but that’s not all of it…oh for fuck’s sake, I think I love them both…now what do I do?”

“I’ll tell you what you do, fuck-head, you tell you mother.” I was almost spluttering. “She did this for you, she went to bed with you because it hurt her to see you unhappy. I don’t know how emotionally tied up she is in this whole thing now, but you can’t fuck someone for months and have nothing going on. You owe it to her to tell her, and work it out. Don’t do this behind her back Red.”

“Yeah, I know, you’re right…okay…it’s not going to be easy.”

“A lot of things aren’t easy,” I said, “that doesn’t mean you don’t do them.” I gave him an affectionate tap across his head and he laughed.

The next time I saw Carla after the trip, it was evident that Red had spoken to her. She said, “I guess you know.”

“I know,” I said.

“Well, I got what I wanted, he’s seeing someone…he’s gotten by Mary…Danny, I really am happy for him, but I guess it hurts a little…I don’t know what I thought would happen.” She got a little emotional and then laughed and said, “This is your fault too, I guess I started thinking that if you and Grace could do it…” I hugged her, and kissed her cheek.

I said, “I love you Carla and I know you’re going to find someone and be happy…you deserve it.”

She said, “Thanks sweetie…it’ll work out, anyway, I’m actually going to meet this Pamela tonight…will you and Grace come over so I don’t have to do this alone?”

“Of course we’ll be here, you’re going to be great.”

Part of me wanted to resent her, but you couldn’t help liking Pamela. She was a sweet soul without a negative bone in her body. She was a child of the sixties, born in the eighties. Everything was ‘Cool’ to this flower child. I suspect all the things that Carla was reluctant to do with Red was ‘Cool’ with Pam.

A few weeks later I learned from Red just how accepting she was of anything and everything. It turned out that it was even okay with her that Red ‘visited’ his mother every once in a while. He had told her everything and that was ‘Cool’ too. Within a few months Pamela became one of the family. A few months later, they were married; a few months later, she was pregnant. And Carla saw a lot more of Red during the third trimester.

Between mom and me, things became the wrong kind of ‘Cool.’ Even though it was working fine for Carla, Red, and Pam, mom was knocked off kilter because Red had changed the relationship between him and his mother. It upset her. She kept asking me if I was going to do what Red had done.

Mom finally told that she was having pain when we had intercourse. We know that the situation with Red didn’t cause the problem, but it made it worse. Mom went to an internist and a specialist and neither could find anything physically wrong with her. What had started on the trip, progressively worsened month after month.

We had sex. There was no lack of ways to make love and make each other come besides vaginal intercourse, but it became an obstacle. We were thinking about it, and that took something away from our lovemaking. Then mom’s fantasies got harder edged. She wanted to be disciplined.

At first I thought it was harmless fun. She came up with all kinds of retribution for her so-called ‘wrongdoings.’ If dinner were late, she would be ‘forced’ to have anal sex. If the house weren’t clean enough, she would be tied up to have little indignities performed on her nipples or her pussy. If she had the audacity to talk back, I would tie her hands to the top of the headboard and strip her against her will. As she stood naked, I would rub her pussy with one hand as I spanked her with the other. She would tell me what she wanted by telling me what not to do. So it was “No son, please don’t hit me harder.” And as with her other chastisements, I was surprised by her reaction, because the harder I slapped her ass the harder she came.

A little spanking was one thing, but when she wanted me to use a switch or a crop, and she wanted it on her legs, and any other place she could think of, I called a halt. I said, “Mom, I can’t do this, this is hurting you, and even if you want me to, it hurts me to do it. And it doesn’t take a genius to see the reason it hurts you to have me inside you. Mom, you don’t have to punish yourself…for us loving each other. We both that’s what this is about, don’t we mom?”

She started crying and said, “I can’t stop myself Danny, I love you, and I’m going to lose you now, I don’t know what to do, it does hurt me when you’re in me, I’m not making it up, you believe me don’t you Danny…don’t leave me Danny…I’m sorry…”

It took a long while before she stopped crying even though I kept telling her, “I know it really hurts you…I’m not leaving…I love you…I’ll never leave you.”

When she calmed down enough to listen I said, “Mom, you have to talk to someone…sometimes you can’t do it by yourself, and I’m too close to you…you have to, for us.”

She agreed and began seeing a therapist that Carla knew. I also saw him once in a while to see what help I could be. It took a while before I could convince mom that she had to tell him everything. She said, “How can I say those things to him? How can I say I say that I let my son have sex with me…that I want him to…that I want…”

I said, “How can you not? He can’t help you if he doesn’t know how the truth of how we love each other…how much we love each other…don’t we mom?”

She said, “Yes baby we do love each other, and I want to love you with all of me…” She agreed to tell him everything.

Meanwhile Jessica was born and a joyful light came into all our lives. From the first few days I knew that this was going to be the most spoiled kid on the face of the earth. The five of us couldn’t buy her enough, kiss her enough, or love her enough. And Carla had Red in her bed for an uninterrupted month while Pam healed.

And I think it was Jessica that helped bring mom back to me. The therapist got mom to understand what she was doing to herself, but Jessica brought her to an emotional awakening. Mom came to me one night and said, “I was holding Jessica today, and I looked at this sweet baby in my arms, and I thought that one day we might have a baby together…and whether we decide it’s right for us or not, I know that I would want to have your baby.” I kissed her and held her and told her, “Mom, I don’t care what we do or how we do it or. I just want to be with you and love you.”

She said, “Yes sweetheart…we’re going to be okay, I know it. No matter what was drummed into me when I was young, we can live our own life, even if it is different from other people. We have good friends, and we have each other. Sweet Danny, you’re my son, I love you, and we’re going to make love…we’re going to have sex…and we’re going to be happy with each other.

We kissed and we went to bed. I took out the lubricant that we had been using and mom said, “No, just put on some music.” I kissed and touched her pussy gently until my fingers were sticky with her juices. She held my cock lovingly in her hand as it hardened and throbbed. She said, I’m glad you’re so big and hard for me baby, the first time I saw you like this I wanted you inside me; even with that voice in my head telling me I was wrong, I always wanted you…and this.” She rubbed my cock up and down and said, “Be inside me baby, inside your momma who loves you.”

She leaned back and pulled her legs apart from behind her knees and her pussy and ass were exposed to me. I had to taste her before being in her. I licked with the flat of my tongue and she whimpered each time I crossed her hooded clit. I’d never seen her so wet. I brought my cock to the soft lip of her vagina, and when I entered my mother’s pussy, she sighed, in relief, in pleasure, and in love. I pushed in gently until the full length of my cock filled her pussy. I stayed inside her without moving as we kissed. My hips stayed motionless until neither of us could stand it.

Mom moved first and I said, “Does it hurt mom?”

She said, “No darling, it’s wonderful.” I got rush of pleasure and excitement each time my cock penetrated her pussy and I watched her smile. It was easy and smooth as she took me up into her like she did the very first time we had fucked. “Oh Danny it’s good, ” she said, “Yes baby, fuck your momma, fuck your wife, fuck me, fuck me, sweetheart…”

She moved to take as much cock as she could and then she rolled to try to get on top. I turned her over me and she sat up on my cock with her hands on my chest. She pushed up and down using my shaft to impale herself and slowly increase her speed. Before long she was bouncing and coming down hard, her pussy swallowing the hard pole. She was still smiling and happily saying, “Yes, yes, yes…my baby…my baby…”

I wanted to keep fucking her and not come and I knew I couldn’t do that if she stayed on top, so I turned her over and then came out to take her doggy-style. Her ass swayed in anticipation of my entering her again. She was whispering, “Be in me…be in me baby…be in me.” The swollen helmet spread her sticky lips. I went back into warmth of my mother’s pussy and she leaned over her knees, tilting her ass up to me. I was sure that it was as open, and inviting, a position as any mother had ever offered to her son.

I pushed into the wet flesh until my balls were up against her. She reached under and massaged me and said, “Yes baby, yes, yes.” I enjoyed the pleasure of giving pleasure with each stroke that opened and penetrated my mother’s pussy. I held her tits as I gave her the whole length of my shaft. As excited as I was, there was still a sense of peace, as we moved in harmony with the lyrical music in the background. I knew that the love we were making wasn’t only about the sex we were having.

I increased the tempo and mom welcomed the more forceful thrusts saying, “Yes Danny, hard, hard into my pussy, yes, yes.” I varied the rhythm trying to keep us both on the edge as long as possible. A series of long hard drives into the center of her pussy took my mother over the top. Her crescendo of “OH YES…OH YES…OH YES…” made me come.

As I began filling her, I called her “Gracie-girl” and “Mom.” Each thrust of my cock into her, made mom move and arch upward as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her body. Part of me was coming in my mother’s pussy and part of me was shooting my seed into my wife’s belly, and all of me was fucking the woman I loved. After my final releases and a shudder from the last spasm of mom’s orgasm, our bodies locked in a kissing embrace. There was nothing to say; only music filled the night.

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