“I know it being your birthday and all that you want to hang out with your friends, so thank you for allowing me the time to have this conversation with you. You’re eighteen years old today, Jeremy, and I know that by all rights and means you are an adult now, but it means something else, too. Something more.
“You see, Jeremy, there is a tradition that my side of the family has celebrated for centuries upon end, a tradition that has been captured in this ledger I now hold. Look. Here is my name written alongside your grandfather’s, and above that is his name written next to his mother’s, and above that her name written next to her father’s. This ledger goes as far back as the pre-antebellum South. Daddy told me that his grandfather told him that the true history stretched as far back as Colonial times, but those documents were destroyed in the wake of the Salem witch trials as anything not perceived as the norm would have been associated with Satan had it ever come to light, and self-preservation being what it is and all …
“Anyway, if you haven’t already guessed, this ledger details the incestuous relationships our family has enjoyed throughout the ages. I can tell by that look in your eye that you’re a bit shocked at this revelation, but probably more so that I would be holding a conversation with you concerning such subject matter. Like I said, though: Today you are eighteen, which means that you have a singular opportunity ahead of you. You have the opportunity to keep this tradition alive, Jeremy, or you have the opportunity to lay it to rest forever. Personally, I hope you choose to continue it, but when all is said and done, the choice is yours alone to make.
“If you choose to continue it, you will be opening yourself up to a wonderful experience that can be a one-time deal, or last as long as you like. To give you an example of that, Daddy said his mother told him that she simply lost her virginity to her father, and that was that. Daddy, on the other hand, told me that he and Grandmama had sex up until the time he married. Insofar as I am concerned, your grandfather and I had sex up until a week before he died a few years back. I found comfort in being with him, and you may well find that very thing with me should you choose to pursue this.
“The original purpose of this tradition was to prepare the eighteen-year-old for life as a married person by taking his or her virginity, but it has grown into something more, something deeper and more loving. Or, it can just be about the sex and nothing more. It all depends on how you wish to define it.
“I know one of the thoughts going through your head right now is How can we do this with Dad around all the time? There are ways around that, such as when he’s at work or when he’s playing golf or whatever. As long as it is feasible, I will never deny you. There is just one proviso, though, and you need to give it much thought before deciding.
“You have twenty-four hours from now to make up your mind about this. If you decide to do it, then all is fine. If you decide against it, however, I will burn the book and we will never discuss this again. That means you have just one opportunity to make this happen, Jeremy, so whatever you decide, be sure it’s the choice you can live with.
“I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions, and I will be happy to answer those questions should you
decide to move forward with this. If not, then the questions don’t really matter anyway, do they? Go on with your friends and have a good time, now. Be home by six, though, as your father is taking us out for your birthday.”
Boy, that was a lot for me to wrap my mind around. As I made my way to my friend Stephen’s house, I still couldn’t believe that my own mother was offering herself to me for sex for as long as I wanted her. I finally understood what Grandpa meant all those years ago when I’d complain about how strict Mom was and he’d say, “You don’t realize it yet, but you’re a lucky, lucky boy. You’ll see one day.” Well, that day had come. After hearing everything Mom had to say, was I truly lucky? I pulled into Stephen’s to find Mark and Johnny there as well.
“About time,” Mark said as I exited my car. “Thought we were going to have to do these tequila shots all by ourselves.” We quickly did two, then made our way to Stephen’s back patio where we stripped down to our skivvies poolside.
“What took you?” Stephen asked as he filled the shot glasses again.
“Uh … Porn,” I said with a laugh.
“Who was it?” Johnny asked.
I wanted to gauge my friends’ reaction to my mother’s proposition, so I created a semi-fictitious scenario. “Actually … You know how you click on one thing and pretty soon you’re, like, ten or fifteen links into something else?” They all acknowledged this. “Anyway, I was on this site where people were talking about the strangest things they have ever received as gifts.”
“Like what?” Mark asked.
“Well, this one guy said his girlfriend set up a threesome with her twin sister, and they actually went down on each other.”
“Cool,” Stephen said.
“There was another where this guy said he awoke to his grandma blowing him, and when she finished, she said, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day.'”
Silence, then Johnny said, “That’s pretty sweet in a weird sort of way.”
“Really?” Mark asked.
“Hey, just sayin’,” Johnny said. “Are you telling me that if you woke up and your granny was slobbin’ your knob that you’d tell her to stop?”
“Well …” Mark offered after some thought.
“Yeah, but that last one,” I said. “This guy said that his mother offered to train him in sex on his
“No shit,” Stephen said.
“Really!” Johnny added.
“What did he do?” Mark asked.
“He said he did it,” I answered, “and he said that even though he’s been married for fifteen years now, he and his mother still hook up at least once a week.”
“Wow, that’s fucking awesome,” Mark said.
“Awesome?” Stephen asked.
“Isn’t it?” Mark asked in return. “Imagine if your mom offered to train you to be the perfect lover, and you both enjoyed it so much that you still hooked up even after you were married. Are you telling me that wouldn’t be awesome?”
Stephen looked at Johnny and said, “Before I answer that, what would you do?”
“Well, you guys have seen my mom,” Johnny said with a laugh. “She’s fucking hot, so yeah, if she offered to train me in sex, I’d do it.”
“Jeremy?” Stephen asked of me.
“All this talk has me curious,” I said, “so, yeah, I guess I would.”
“Fuck it,” Stephen said. “I’d fuck my mom, too.” He poured us another shot and we toasted fucking our moms should the chance ever present itself. As I downed mine, I knew my decision was already made.
I called Mom at five-fifteen and told her the truth. “Stephen bought me a bottle of tequila for my birthday and we’ve been doing shots all day. Although I think I could make it, I don’t want to chance driving. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she told me. “Be waiting out front.” I was, and I hopped into her Lexus when she pulled up. “I’m disappointed that you got drunk, Jeremy, but you showed great maturity in calling me.”
“You raised me to be responsible,” I said in return. “Don’t tell Dad, though. I think I can hide it from him.” Silence for a few minutes, then I said, “I’ve thought it over, Mom, and I’d like to continue the family tradition.”
She looked at me and smiled. “I was hoping that you would.”
“I’m a virgin, though, so can you take your time and show me how to become a well-rounded lover?”
“We have as long as you’d like it to continue, Jeremy,” she answered. “No need to rush.”
“When do we start?”
“Tonight,” she answered. “Your father will be in bed by ten, so I will come to your room by eleven. Be clean. That is my only demand.”
“I will,” I said. “I promise.”
We had dinner at Fiddler on the Green. Dad and I ordered the prime rib while Mom had the seafood platter. Afterwards, Dad passed me a small box. I opened it to find a set of keys with the word FORD embossed upon them. The keys were old. I knew that much. I stared at them a full minute before asking, “A sixty-five Mustang?”
“Candy-apple red, black leather interior, convertible,” he finished for me.
“Oh, Dad!” I near-shouted. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say, ‘Thank you,'” Mom interjected.
“Yes. Of course. Thank you,” I said as I rounded the table and hugged him. I felt a moment of guilt right then as I knew that I’d be having sex with his wife later tonight. Oh, well. Like I said, it lasted a moment, then the moment was gone.
“What do you want to do with the Chevelle?” Dad asked me.
“Can I keep it?” I asked him. “I don’t want to rack up too many miles on the Mustang.”
“I don’t see why not,” he answered.
I rode home with Dad and we discussed giving the Chevelle an overhaul and a new paint job. He said he’d be happy to help, which I was happy to hear.
I was in a state of constant anticipation the remainder of the night. Mom and Dad went to bed at ten, so I took that time to bathe. I thought of jerking off to prolong whatever the night may have in store for me, but then I thought that we were on borrowed time, that Mom may want to finish quickly so she could get back to Dad before he awoke, so I decided to just let things happen as they did.
I was lying under my covers, already naked, when Mom entered my room. Between the LED from my clock and the small amount of light from the street lamps coming through my window, I could see her well enough. “Are you awake?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I saw Mom smile, then she pulled her night shirt off. I never really gave much thought to her body, but seeing it now, in what little light the night afforded us, I was in awe of her. I was surprised that my immediate thought was that of Mimi Rogers, but yeah, Mom did kind of resemble her, from her brunette hair to her ample bosom to her thick hips. It turned me on to no end, and I felt myself getting hard. There was just one thing, though, and I decided to address it.
“Mom? I know this is our first time and all, but do you think in the future you can trim yourself up some? I’m just used to seeing women with not so much hair down there.”
She laughed. “Sadly, your father likes full bush,” she said as she slid in bed next to me, “but feel it, Jeremy. I think you’ll be surprised at how soft it is.”
She was right. It was like a powderpuff. I stopped rubbing it, but I kept my hand on it. “I’m not going to lie, Mom. I’m really nervous. What can I expect out of tonight?”
“Here,” she said as she lifted a nipple to my mouth. She then slid a hand around my cock and began to slowly pump it up and down.
“Oh, Mom,” I gasped. “That feels so wonderful.”
She bent down, and we began to kiss. I always felt like I was an accomplished kisser, but I had never been kissed by a true woman before, not the way Mom was kissing me now. It was so erotic. My cock throbbed every time her tongue snaked into my mouth or every time she sucked my tongue into hers. She finally asked, “Are you ready for me to go down on you, Jeremy?”
“Oh, please, Mom. Please.”
I did my best to keep my eyes open, but to no avail. Once her lips had wrapped around my cock, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head as the most fantastic feeling I had ever known swept over my body. She went slowly, taking every inch into her mouth and holding it in her throat before slowly moving back to the head. I’d like to think I lasted five minutes, but the truth of the matter was that it was probably more like two or three. I did the responsible thing, though, and let her know it was on its way.
“Oh, Mom. Here it comes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She continued sucking me, and once I exploded in her mouth, she gave a yelp as she fought to contain all my cum. I knew it was a big load because I felt myself spasm seven times. Still, Mom came off me and said, “Wow, that was quite a bit.”
“You swallowed it?” I asked her.
Her only reply was to draw that last pearl of cum from me before kissing it off my cock. She
then bent down and kissed me flush on the lips before saying, “So, I said I’d answer any questions you may have. Feel free to ask anything.”
“Well, in light of what just happened, what happens if I fall in love with you?”
She smiled. “You say that like there’s something wrong with the notion.”
“What else are we going to do tonight?” I asked eagerly.
“That’s enough for our first night.” She saw my face drop. “It’s okay, Jeremy. We have the rest of our lives to do this. Let’s not be in a rush. Besides, I need to get back to your father.” With that, she kissed me again, dressed, then went back to her room.
My cock was still hard. I so desperately wanted to jerk off, but I didn’t.
I awoke the next morning to the feel of Mom going down on me. My cock was so swollen and hard. Last night she sucked its entire length with relative ease, but this morning she was choking on it as she tried in vain to take it all down her throat. “Look what you do to me,” I said to her. “You couldn’t chop this fucker down with an axe.”
Mom pulled off me and lay on the bed. Her head hung off the side. “Fuck my throat, Jeremy. Push every God-damned inch of your cock in me.” I did as she bade. I stood above her, inserted my cock into her mouth, and slowly pushed it as far as it would go. She tapped my leg, so I pulled out. “When I tell you to fuck my throat, I mean just that. No mercy. Fuck it. Now.”
“You want me to fuck it?” I asked her. “You want me to fuck it? Here!” I pushed it in with little regard as to what it might do to her. I fucked her throat like I was fucking her fucking pussy for the first time. I rammed my cock in as far as it would go. I kept hitting her gag reflex, but she kept pulling me closer every time I did. Finally, I gave one wild push and I felt my cock head enter her esophagus, I felt it stretch to accommodate something so large that it had never before experienced. With one hand, Mom grabbed my ass and tried to force even more of my cock into her throat. With the other, she lifted her dress and began furiously rubbing her clit.
“Still not enough?” I asked as she continued to pull me closer. With one final push, I sent another half-inch of my rabid cock down her throat. My cock spasmed as I unloaded in her. She held me in place even as she continued to throttle her clit, and soon she was spraying my headboard with a torrent of cum. “What the hell?” I shouted. The sight of Mom coming all over my bed sent me into a frenzy. I began fucking her throat again, but soon I slowed to a snail’s pace as my only thought centered on eating her pussy.
I bent over and licked inside of her, flapping my tongue around to ensure I lapped up all her residue. I found her clit and began to suck it. I really can’t say I knew what I was doing, but it must have been something right because Mom was coming again in no time. This time, however, her cum wasn’t watery. It had a thick, viscous consistency to it, and it tasted sweet. I pulled my cock out of her throat as I finished licking her, then asked, “How was that, Mom?”
“The next time I tell you to fuck my throat, do exactly what you did,” she answered. “As for you eating my pussy, you did a good job, Jeremy. Thanks. Mommy really needed that.”
I beamed with pride. I then grabbed my still-swollen cock and asked, “What do we do about this?”
Mom reached onto my dresser and grabbed a bottle of lotion. She squirted an ample amount between her tits, then said, “Come give Mommy a pearl necklace.”
“A what?” I asked.
“A pearl necklace,” she repeated. “Fuck my titties until you cum all over me.”
“Oh,” I said with a smile. She bunched them together, then I slid my cock between them. I pinched at her nipples as I fucked them. My cock had not lost a bit of its rigidity, and I fucked her for twenty minutes straight before unloading all over her neck and bosom. I bent down and kissed her. “I love you, Mom. Thanks.”
“I love you too, Jeremy. Now go get Mommy a wash cloth before all this drips onto your bed.”
As I returned, I said, “The sheets need washing anyway, after the way you squirted all over them.”
She laughed. “Oh. I forgot about that.” After she wiped herself off, she stood and stripped my bed as she said, “Get a new set of sheets from the linen closet.”
“When are we going to actually make love?” I asked her.
“Soon,” she said. “Don’t rush it, Jeremy. I want it to be so perfect for us both.”
Mom had shopping to do, so I had her drop me off at Stephen’s house so I could pick up my Chevelle. We sat poolside and drank a couple of beers. I told him what Dad had gotten me for my birthday. “Lucky bastard. All I got was a friggin’ Maserati.” I wanted to tell him that the car wasn’t the lucky part, that having sex with Mom was, but I didn’t know how he’d react to it. Still, it was like a secret burning a hole in my head. I needed to tell someone. I just needed to decide on an approach.
“You know yesterday when we were talking about fucking our moms?”
He had half-committed to raising the bottle to his mouth, but he stopped mid-flight. He eyed me curiously. “Yeah. What of it?”
“It’s just that you waited to answer until we all did,” I reminded him. “Once we all said we’d do it, you finally admitted to the same. Why is that?”
There was about fifteen second’s silence, then he said, “I like you, Jeremy. Even though I’m five
years older than you, I think we have a stronger bond than either of us do with Mark and Johnny, and I think that has to do with the one thing we share that they don’t.”
“Our affluency?” I asked.
“Bingo,” he said. “Our parents are filthy rich, which means we don’t have to do jack shit unless we want to. You’re entering college next semester because it’s really the only viable option you have that will keep your folks off your back. Business administration, same as me. We’ll more than likely end up working for our fathers, but at least we’ll enter with a good starting salary and a corner office.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, wondering all the while what any of this had to do with the question I posed. Luckily, Stephen got back on track.
“As eccentric as our fathers can be, I believe that, at times, our mothers can be more so. That being said, what you told us about yesterday? About the mother training her son in sex when he turned eighteen? I surmise this is what transpired between you and your mother. Am I right?”
I slowly nodded my head. “Yeah.”
“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” Stephen said. “I’ve been having sex with my mother for five years now and I think it’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“No shit?” I asked, completely surprised over his declaration.
“Let me tell you how it all began,” he said, and though it was a long story, I remained captivated from start to finish. “I always thought my mother was a beautiful woman. Hell, you’ve seen her. You know.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Believe it or not, she has had zero plastic surgery,” Stephen told me. “I think that makes her even more beautiful. Anyway, as far back as I can remember, Mom was always that woman who had everything she could ever hope for and was still sad because she led an unfulfilling life. She was the type of woman who walked around all day with a drink in one hand while her other looked for any excuse to pop a Prozac.
“I tried to talk to her, get her interested in things, but she seemed to be perfectly content in her disdain for merely existing. I can’t tell you the number of times I came home from school and found her passed out by the pool, or on the sofa … Hell, just about every damned room in the house, even my bedroom. There was this one time, though …
“I was a sophomore in college. I came home one day after classes and looked around for my mother. I eventually made it to her room and found her lying on her bed. There was an empty wine glass next to her hand along with a Prozac bottle. My first fear was that she had overdosed, but I could see that her chest was rising and falling with regularity. As I watched, my gaze shifted from her chest to her breasts. Mom was wearing a green sheer bra that accentuated her dark nipples and areola nicely. I followed her flawlessly tan body down to her green mesh panties and was able to make out that tiny landing strip just above her clit. I looked back to her breasts again, her nipples, and for some reason I so wanted to feel them and suck on them. I deliberated over this, though. Never once had I had a sexual thought of my mother before, but seeing her lie there as she was … She was fucking gorgeous, and I just had to have her.
“I carefully removed her breasts from her bra, then I took one in each hand. They were so firm, firmer than girls my own age. I felt her nipples and areola harden. I removed my hands and just looked at her breasts, then I bent and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I had not yet gotten hard, but as soon as my mouth found its way to her, I was solid. I probably spent about five minutes sucking her nipples, then I got the idea that if she had slept through that, she might sleep through me eating her pussy.
“I moved down and slowly peeled back her panties, then I just marveled at her. It was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. My mouth was on it instantly. I slid my tongue inside her for about a minute, then brought it up to her clit. I lightly flicked my tongue across it before just full-on sucking it, gently so as not to wake her. Then I heard it. She gave a soft moan. I looked up to see she was still asleep, so I kept going. Women can have orgasms in their sleep. Did you know that?”
“No,” I answered. “I didn’t.”
“Well, I was intent on giving Mom an orgasm. I would occasionally slide my tongue into her, and her cream was really building. I wanted it all, though, that huge secretion when she finally came, so I continued sucking her clit and she moaned again. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, and her moans were increasing in regularity. At some point I had removed my shorts and underwear and was playing with myself. Not really jacking, just holding my cock as I continued what I was doing to her. Her breath caught. She lifted her head, looked down and saw who was doing this to her, and said, ‘Stephen! Stop! What do you think you’re doing?!?!?’
“I didn’t stop, though. I kept on eating her, even as she said, ‘No, Stephen! Stop! This … You can’t be doing this to me! I’m your mother!’ Like I gave a damn. I kept at it, and so did she, until, ‘Stephen! Stop! Don’t! Stop! Don’t … Don’t … Oh, baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum,’ and she did. I felt her juices against my chin, so I lowered my mouth and began to lick them up. She continued to moan and praise me for a job well done, then she pulled me up to her.
“‘Oh, Stephen. You made me cum with your mouth, baby, but Mommy needs more. Can you give Mommy more?’ I asked her what she wanted, and she said, ‘I need to feel your cock inside of me, baby. Can you put your cock inside of Mommy’s pussy? Nobody will ever know. Your father will never know. Just let Mommy feel your hard cock inside of her.’ I’ll be honest with you, all that ‘Mommy’ talk was really turning me on.”
“Yeah, it’s the same when my mother does it to me.”
“Then you already know,” he said with a laugh. “Anyway, I told her I would. She had me lay down, then she mounted me and she fucked the ever-living shit out of me. I’m serious. She fucked me like she had been starved for sex for the past ten years. As it turned out, I wasn’t too far off the mark.
“As she lay in my arms afterward, she told me that Dad had been neglecting her for several years now. She said that the last time they had actually made love was over three years ago. No regular sex, no oral, nothing. It made me wonder why a man married to a veritable goddess would forego her affections. My first inclination was that he might be gay. My second was that he was having an affair. My third was that he just lost interest and threw himself into his business. None of that mattered, though, because she said, ‘Stephen, I can’t be without this. Not again, after being without it for so long. We can keep it a secret, baby. It will be our little secret. Yours and Mommy’s. What do you say?’
“I told her that I would do anything for her because I didn’t want this to end, either. I told her that she was the most beautiful woman I knew and that I loved her. After that, we made love again and have every day since, except for when she’s on her period.
“I guess it was about six months in, though, when I went to see my father at his office. I walked in unannounced and caught him getting a blow job from a secretary. He actually held up a finger and made me wait while he came, then he excused the woman and asked me what I wanted. I confronted him about what I just saw, then asked him why he could do that to a woman at work but not with Mom at home. He asked how I knew he and Mom weren’t having sex and I was so angry that I said, ‘Because I’m the one taking up your slack, Dad, and I have been for the past six months,’ and do you want to know what he did?”
“He reached into his wallet, pulled out a thousand dollars, and lay it on the desk. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘Keep up the good work.’ Ever since that day, he gives me a thousand dollars a week to keep Mom happy. That includes taking her places and buying her things as well as sex.”
“Damn,” I said when he finished. “That’s fucking awesome.”
Just then, the glass doors leading from the patio to the house opened. I looked. Stephen’s mother was standing there in a short blue silk robe that was loosely tied. Her ample bosom was spilling out of it. She smiled at me. “Hi, Jeremy.”
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Parker.”
Turning her attention to her son, she said, “Stephen? Could you be a dear and give me a hand?”
He winked at me, said “Duty calls,” and told me to see my way out.
Seeing Stephen’s Mom like she was made me want my mother even more. I made my way home to find her putting up the groceries. “Hi, beautiful,” I said as I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck, and she immediately moved a hand behind my head to hold me in place. I moved my hands under her shirt and rubbed her belly. She grabbed them and placed them on her breasts. My breathing became labored as I mustered up the courage to ask, “Mom, may I eat your pussy again?”
She turned, kissed me, and led me to her bed. We stripped down, then she lay on her back. I nuzzled my face into her pubic hair, unbelieving of just how soft it was. She raised her legs and spread them wide for me. I inserted my tongue inside of her and was pleasantly surprised to find that not only was she wet, but there were already vestiges of thick, creamy cum within. I slowly licked at them, then I moved up to her clitoris. I eased my mouth onto it and very gently sucked on it. “Jeremy, you are such a natural at this,” Mom said in praise of my technique. “The one thing I thought I would have to spend weeks training you on is the one thing you have already mastered.” I felt bolder, braver. I had watched enough porn to know what I should do next, so I applied that technique as well.
I slid two fingers into her and gently pressed up as I slowly moved them in and out. “Wait!” Mom called out. I halted as I looked at her. She sat up and asked, “Do want me to squirt, or would you prefer a nice, creamy orgasm?”
“Creamy,” I said with a devilish smile.
“Then keep doing as you were.”
I was about to begin again, but then asked, “What would I have to do to make you squirt?”
“You’d have to fuck me really hard and fast,” she answered.
“I’ll remember that,” I said with that same devilish smile. I then pulled my fingers from her and held them out. “I think you need to lube me up.”
Mom leaned forward and took my fingers into her mouth, a light, “Mmmmm,” escaping her lips as she did so. She sucked them for about ten seconds, then said, “Thank you, sir. May I please have another?” I returned my fingers to her warm, moist pussy, then held them out to her again. She licked them, sliding her tongue between them, then she lay back once more.
I placed them back in her, reapplied that slight pressure, then took her clitty into my mouth. Mom cooed her approval. She began massaging her voluptuous breasts. The sight of that made me want to suck her nipples, but I dare not stop until she achieved orgasm. Lucky for me that she began to pinch her nipples as she said, “I’m almost there, Jeremy. Mommy’s almost there.” I continued on, slow and steady, and she finally arched her back as she coated my fingers with her warm, sticky cum.
I removed my fingers, held them up, and, fascinated by the sight, said, “Look,” as thick white globules clung to them.
“That’s your reward for making Mommy cum,” she told me. “Enjoy it.”
I licked my fingers clean, then I placed my mouth on her pussy until it was free of all her sticky
sweetness. I then moved up, and just before I took a nipple into my mouth, said, “Will you cradle me, Mom?”
I sucked that one breast for over fifteen minutes, then I moved up and kissed her for another five. “Will you make me cum, Mom?”
“Lay down,” she said. I did. She placed her mouth around my swollen cock and slowly pumped me as she sucked it. I was hoping she would make love to me, but right now I wanted nothing more in this world than to have her doing precisely this. Surprisingly, I lasted all of fifteen minutes, and when I came it was another massive load, but Mom contained it, swallowed it, and told me that she really looked forward to tasting my cum.
I joined her downstairs and helped put away the rest of the groceries, then helped prepare dinner. I stopped, though, and had a seat at the kitchen table. “What’s wrong?” Mom asked.
“I can’t even look at you anymore without longing for you, Mom. It’s not lust; it’s longing. I literally ache to be with you, but I don’t want you to think I’m just after sex. You told me that there was nothing wrong with me falling in love with you. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I am. I just want to be with you, Mom, anyway I can.”
She smiled so sweetly at me, then she cradled my head to her belly. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt safe there. Secure. She squatted, took my face in her hands, and kissed me in that womanly way. “Jeremy, I told you from the beginning that there was no wrong way to approach this. If it is just about sex, that is fine. If we fall in love, that is fine also. If we choose to be together the rest of our lives, then it is a blessing for us both. I think you are showing great courage and maturity by sharing your feelings with me, and it makes me love you and adore you even more than I already do.” She stood and held out a hand to me. “Come on.”
I took her hand and followed as she led me to my room. She began to undress, so I did the same. She told me to lay on the bed. She reached for my flaccid cock as she moved in to kiss me. By the time she wrapped her hands around it, I was rock hard. She mounted my hips and slowly eased her pussy onto my cock. “Ohhh, Mom,” I whispered a moan.
She drove herself to the hilt, then leaned forward. She wrapped her arms around my neck, said, “Slowly thrust yourself into me,” then our lips met. We kissed the entire time we made love. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I had given up complete control and she was now gingerly riding me. After twenty minutes of gentle labor, I tried to tell her I was about to cum, but she slid her tongue into my mouth. I came inside of her. She continued to ride me, even as I began weeping. She kissed my eyes, my nose, and my lips once again, then said, “You make such beautiful love to me, Jeremy, and nothing is more sacred and precious than you cumming inside of me.” We continued to kiss for about another ten minutes. “I love you, Jeremy.”
Later that night, I was awakened by Mom. “What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said as she pulled my covers back. “It’s two a.m. and all is fine.” She removed my underwear and took me into her mouth just long enough to get me hard, then she mounted me as she had done earlier. “Make love to me again like you did before,” she whispered into my ear. “Make Mommy feel that she means the very world to you.”
“You do, Mom,” I said as my eyes misted over. I placed my hands on her ass and began to slowly thrust myself into her.
“Ohhh. Yes, Jeremy. Just like that.”
Her pussy was so wet, and the softness of her powderpuff was driving me insane with pleasure. We were scarcely five minutes in when I said, “I love you so much.” Then I came inside her. Mom kissed me sweetly as she continued to ride me, and a few minutes later she came as well. She sat atop me for about thirty seconds, then moved down and lay her head upon my shoulder as she cuddled next to me. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get back to Dad. “Is everything okay,” I asked her.
“Hmmm? Oh, yes. Everything is fine,” she said.
“Mom, why do I cry when we make love? It’s happened both times.”
“Because, when you are inside of me, on a subconscious level you realize you have returned from where you came,” she answered. “In that instant, you are unleashing the purest, most honest emotions you can ever have. Nothing in the universe is more real at that moment than the love you and I express for one another.”
“I do love you,” I told her.
“And I love you, Jeremy. That is why I came to you tonight.”
“I wish you could stay here with me.”
“I can stay an hour, if you’d like that.”
“I would.” I wrapped my arm around her and just held her. Her presence and warmth felt so good next to me. I vaguely remember her kissing me as she crawled out of my bed.
One particular day, as Mom and I were dusting the ceiling lamps, I asked, “Mom, would it be inappropriate of me to buy you some lingerie?”
“Oh, are you interested in seeing me in some?”
“I … Yes. I am.”
She took my hand and led me to her room. She opened a drawer and said, “Pick out whatever you want to see me in.”
I looked, careful to not disturb how neatly everything was folded, then looked at her and said, “Well, everything eventually, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay, sweetheart, but I want you to pick out the first, then I’ll cycle through the rest.”
I picked a metallic green corset with matching thong, black lace garter belt, and black lace stockings, laying each on her bed as I did so. “You know what would go good with this?” I asked,
“Four-inch black heels?”
I thought about that for a second and said, “Well, yeah. Obviously, but I was thinking Dad’s black fedora as well.”
She went to the closet, opened a box, and placed it on her head. “I can make this work.”
“Sorry, Jeremy, but I started my cycle today. It’s going to be Saturday at the earliest.” I know she saw the look of disappointment on my face. “Hey, that doesn’t mean we can’t still have some fun. Come here.” I did, and she removed my pants and underwear. I lay on her bed and she gave me oral sex. When I stood to put my pants back on, she playfully slapped me on my ass and said, “Go out and spend time with your friends,” so I did.
I stopped by Stephen’s house. Well, I called first to make sure he was available. He was, so I swung by. We talked a bit about this and that, then he asked, “What are you doing tonight?”
“No real plans. Why?”
“There are some people I’d like you to meet,” he answered.
“Friends of yours?” I inquired.
“More like colleagues,” he responded. “Trust me when I say you will like them, and you will fit in nicely.”
“Well, sure, I guess.”
“Good. Be here at seven-thirty.”
I arrived at the prescribed time dressed in Summer casual. Actually, I was wearing a 1980s Don Johnson throwback that looked pretty fucking cool, if I do say so myself. “Nice threads,” Stephen said when he saw me. He was dressed in a Polo and Khakis, the accepted casual dress. We entered his Maserati and were on our way.
“So, you said colleagues. In what, actually?” I asked.
“I know I should have told you before we left,” he said, “but then you may not have wanted to come. Anyway, it’s people with whom we have a shared interest.” I raised an eyebrow in curiosity, which prompted him to say, “People who actively have sex with their mothers?”
“There is a group of people doing this?” I asked in disbelief, for I thought Stephen and I to be the only ones.
“This is just a group of ‘Thus far’-ers,” he said. “I’m sure there are more out there that we don’t even know about.”
“And you thought I needed this because …?”
“I didn’t think you needed it, Jeremy. I just thought you might enjoy hanging out with people who share that common frame of reference. I mean, come on. We certainly can’t speak openly with Mark and Johnny about it. Here, there is no stigma because everyone is doing it.”
“What do you do?” I asked. “Swap stories? Share fantasies? Get advice?”
“All of the above in an environment where no one is judged.”
I nodded my head. “Okay, I think this could be cool.”
Once there, I met five other people who, as Stephen said, were having sex with their mothers. The most surprising to me was Elisa, an eighteen-year-old woman who had, like me, recently become involved with her mother. I listened to her story, fascinated by it, and then shared mine. Eventually, I heard all their stories. About half were along the lines of Stephen’s while the others ranged from shared loneliness to outright pure animal attraction. In the end, though, they each were erotic in their own way.
Toward the end, as we sat and talked over a glass of bourbon, I posed the question, “Do any of you cry after sex with your mother?”
“Lord knows she can bring me to tears with a good blow job,” one of them, Ben Riggs, said.
“It’s an emotional response,” Elisa said. “It has happened to me a couple of times as well.”
I agreed with her initial response, then shared my mother’s take on it, prompting others to admit to it as well.
“Me, too,” Willard Cummings said.
“And me,” added Tommy Preston.
“And here I thought I was the only one,” Donato Rodriguez intoned.
“None of you others?” I asked. “Stephen?”
“I don’t cry during sex,” Stephen admitted, “however, afterwards, as we lie together in each other’s arms? I just think of how much she means to me, both as my mother and my lover. I know I don’t want any other woman in the world, that she and I were meant for this. It is in that closeness in the afterglow that my emotions surface.”
“Wow, that was really beautiful, Stephen,” Elisa said. “I hope I can reach that point with my mother as well one day.”
We talked about a few other non-sex things—seems we all were like-minded where matters of politics and religion were concerned—and then we dispersed. On the way home, Stephen asked, “So, what did you think?”
“You know, I had a really good time,” I told him. “I was apprehensive at first, but everyone there is so honest and open about everything.” I thought about that for a second. “Well, maybe not Ben so much.”
“He still has some maturing to do,” Stephen acknowledged.
“It’s refreshing, nonetheless,” I added. “Not Ben, just the group as a whole.” A point to ponder, so I asked: “Does your mother know about this?”
“No,” Stephen answered. “I haven’t told her because I think it would worry her that someone would say something. You going to tell your mother?”
“Right now? No, but maybe eventually.”
This night was responsible for two things. First, it gave me an outlet other than Stephen with which I could get differing opinions on matters of incest, and second, it did strengthen the bond that Stephen and I currently enjoyed.
I arrived home close to eleven. No sooner had I stripped my clothing from my body than Mom was in the room. Without a word, she came to me, took me in her arms, and kissed me. “Have a good time tonight?”
“Yeah, I did. I thought about you a lot.” She smiled as she slid a hand between my legs. I got to
thinking about what she told me earlier, so I said, “You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I mean, you know, being on your period and all.”
“Did you know that a woman is most horny at this time of the month?”
“Like I said this afternoon, we can always do other things.”
“But that doesn’t seem fair to you, Mom.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” she began. “We could have sex. It would just be messy, is all.”
“Is that what you want, Mom? Would you like to have sex while on your period?”
She stared into my eyes, and she knew that I would do anything she asked of me. “As much as I want to, I can’t, but thank you for offering it, Jeremy. Now, why don’t you lay back and let Mommy take care of her little man?”
My cock throbbed when she said that. I did as she directed. It was wonderful.
It struck me like a bolt of lightning out of the blue, only it was dark. Four thirteen by my clock radio. Still, it was a revelation strong enough to wake me. It would have to keep for now, though. I would address it in the morning.
I awoke and did my morning functions before going downstairs to find Mom in the kitchen. There were covered pans on the stove, each filled with one delicious morsel or another, I was sure. I bypassed them, however, and went straight for her. I hugged her close and kissed her as passionately as I could.
“Wow! What’s gotten into you?” she asked. I pulled her closer so she could feel the bulge of my hard cock. She slid a hand to it. “Jeremy, do you need some of Mommy’s special attention?”
“I need to ask you a personal question, if I may.”
“Sure, baby. Go ahead.”
“When you’re on your cycle, do you use pads or tampons?”
She looked at me peculiarly. “Depending on the day, either one. Why?”
“Because,” I said, “I was thinking that if you were using a tampon, there’s no reason I still couldn’t go down on you. You know, like, I could still suck your clit, Mom. I could still give you an orgasm.”
She stared at me for all of twenty seconds, then said, “Now, why the hell haven’t I ever thought
of that? You’re right.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I just put one in not even thirty minutes ago. Do you want to?” My smile was answer enough for her. She led me to the sofa and removed her shorts and underwear, then lay back.
I crawled down between her legs and allowed my tongue to search out her clit. I had barely touched it when she moaned, “Oh, Jeremy.” I began slow, but she said, “Mommy’s going to need it hard and fast today, baby. Can you do that for me?” My cock was already fully erect when she said this, but it reached that plateau of uber-stiffness upon her revelation. I pulled my shorts off and began to jerk myself off, but, “No, Jeremy. Here.” She stood, had me lay down, and then she sixty-nined me. I didn’t last five minutes. More importantly, though, is the fact that Mom came four times in that five minutes. When it was over, she turned, kissed me, and said, “Thank you, Jeremy.”
My cock was still hard. “Mom, I don’t care about the blood. Let me put it in you.”
“Please, Mom. I need to feel myself inside you.”
She grabbed a few Kleenex from the dispenser, then hid the fact that she was removing the tampon. She grabbed a magazine and tore a page from it, wrapped the Kleenex in it, and lay it on the table, then she mounted me. Entering her was like sliding my cock into warm molasses; her pussy felt thick and sticky. She intertwined her fingers with mine, then she began to ride me hard and fast. “Oh, fuck,” she screamed. “Oh, yeah.” She let my fingers go and said, “Grip my ass and fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck Mommy good.”
I did as she said. My hands took possession of her firm, fleshy ass and I drove my cock into her, matching her thrust for thrust. She continued to ride me, one orgasm after another lubricating her already wet pussy. “Fuck it!” she told me. “Fuck it, God-damn it!” She placed her well-manicured fingers on my chest and began clawing at me. It hurt like hell, yet it spurred me on. We were in complete sync with one another. Finally, she said, “Oh, God! It’s coming, Jeremy. Don’t stop. Don’t … No …” and she climaxed, her body shuddering as a grimace of pleasure came upon her face. I continued on, though, and even before she finished with hers, I was coming inside her. She moved down and kissed me. “No, Jeremy. No. We … We can’t do this again. Not on my cycle. Too much. Okay?”
“If you say so, Mom.”
Still catching her breath, “Good boy. Go get cleaned up.”
I got a quick shower, then headed back downstairs for breakfast. Mom came down when I was half-way through and fixed herself a plate. We talked about small things, then she asked what my plans were. “I think I’m going to head over to Stephen’s.”
“You and he have gotten closer,” she noted. “Just don’t leave your other friends behind.”
I smiled, kissed her, and said, “You’re the only real friend I have.”
“Nice try,” she said as she gave me a small peck. “Now go out and be friends with your friends.”
Of course, I called Stephen before going over. I thought about what Mom said as I made my way there. Once I arrived, I put the question to Stephen: “Are we slowly deleting Mark and Johnny from our lives?”
“There’s no common frame of reference,” he began as an answer. “What, do we just come right out and say, ‘So, have either of you fucked your moms yet?”
“Why not?” I volleyed. “Done in a group setting, it could work.”
“I’m afraid that the only way it would work is if one of us—or both—admitted to it first,” he said, “and something like that just isn’t thrown around lightly.”
“True. Hey, while I’m thinking of it, how often does our little cabal meet?”
“Once a week.” He looked at me. “Something on your mind?”
“I had period sex with Mom this morning.”
He studied me, then asked, “How was it?”
“A bit messy, but great. She’s hornier now than at regular times. She said it was a one-off, though, that we can’t do it again.”
“Because of how messy it is?”
“I guess,” I laughed, “or because of how animalistic she gets. She was screaming and cussing … Look at this.” I raised my shirt to show him the claw marks across my chest.
“Damn, Jeremy. ‘Animal’ is right.” Then, “So, Mark and Johnny?”
“They’re good guys,” I said. “I think we have room for them in our lives.”
“Okay, then. Just remember that the next time you call me instead of one of them.” He meant it jokingly, I knew that. We drank our beers and talked some more, then I was on my way. I decided to pay Mark and Johnny a visit on my way home. They were playing some war game on the PS4. They offered to let me in, but I declined as I never was one for first-person shooters. I decided to test the waters, so I said, “So, have any of you gotten close to fucking your moms yet?” I laughed as I said it if for no other reason than to give an air of absurdity over the notion.
There was silence, then Mark elbowed Johnny and said, “Go ahead. Tell him.”
Johnny paused the game, then, without the benefit of looking at me, said, “All that talk the other night? Yeah, it got me to thinking. Thing is, though, that what turned me on the most is what you said about the grandmother waking up her grandson with a blow job. My mom is attractive, sure, but for some unknown reason I’ve always had a thing for my granny. Anyway, listening to that really made me want to fuck her, so I called her up and told her that it had been a long time since she and I spent some quality time together and asked what she’d say to me staying the weekend with her. She agreed, so I went Friday after school.
“I was nervous as shit because as much as I wanted to do this, I didn’t know if I had it in me to initiate it. Close to dinner time, I told her I was going to get my shower. I did, and I decided that this would be the perfect time to see if it would happen. I finished bathing, then I hung around in my room completely naked and sporting a hard-on. My idea was to let her walk in on me, see my dick, and hope for the best. As it turned out, she called me to dinner, but I didn’t answer her. She called again, and I still didn’t respond. I finally heard footsteps coming down the hall, so I grabbed my towel and made like I was drying my hair. As she rounded my door, I heard, ‘Johnny, dinner’s—Oh, dear goodness.'”
“‘Granny?'” I near-shouted, acting surprised.
“‘I … I’m so sorry,’ she said, but she never took her eyes off my dick.
“I moved the towel down and said, ‘I’m sorry you saw that, Granny. It’s just that it happens all the time since my girlfriend broke up with me. I don’t have anyone to take care of me.'”
“‘You poor dear,’ she said as she entered my room. ‘Would you like Granny to take care of it for you?’ She asked this even as she reached out and took the towel from me.”
“‘Would you, Granny?’ I asked as I lay on the bed. She crawled up and took my dick into her mouth and began sucking me off.”
“Really?” I asked, completely astounded.
Johnny finally turned to me. “She sucked me off, Jeremy, and when she was through, I told her that I wanted to return the favor, and she let me. After that, we went and ate dinner. I asked her if she would let me make love to her later, and she told me yes. She and I spent the whole weekend doing it, and we made plans to do it every weekend from now on.”
I patted him on the shoulder. “Good for you, man. I mean it. That’s something really special.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a smile.
“So,” Mark said to me, “have you had any luck with your mother yet?”
“I just don’t know how to go about it,” I lied. “Maybe I should be like ol’ Johnny, here, and just be brazen and see how that works out.”
“I’m trying the romance angle,” Mark replied. “You know, a well-placed compliment here and there, bringing her a flower. Shit like that.”
“You think it’s working?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. She seems a little flattered. Maybe something will come of it.”
“We sound like a bunch of pervs,” Johnny said with a laugh. Mark and I laughed as well. I stayed another fifteen minutes, then headed home. On my way, I called Stephen and told him what Johnny had just said to me.
“You think he was serious?”
“Yeah. He couldn’t even look me in the eye to begin with.”
“Did you …?”
“No, of course not.”
“Might want to keep it that way.”
“I am thinking the same thing,” I said as I arrived home. “Well, I’m pulling in my driveway now. I’ll talk to you later.”
I walked into the house to find Mom sitting in a chair she had placed close to the door. “And just where have you been?” she asked. She sounded angry.
“I was just—”
That’s all I got out of my mouth before Mom jumped up, grabbed me by my shirt, led me to the sofa, and threw me upon it. She quickly stripped my shorts and underwear from me, then hers. My cock hardened just that quickly, and she jumped onto me and impaled herself on it. She rode me hard and fast, and in less than a minute she had the first of many orgasms.
Fifteen minutes in, I grabbed onto her and flipped her. “Is this what you want?” I asked as I forced my cock back into her. “You want me to fuck the living daylights out of you?”
“Oh, fuck yes!” she growled. She dug her nails into my back as she pulled me down. I ran my cock in and out of her so fast that there was no way to calculate the RPMs. Then, she got tighter. Hotter. She screamed. I buried myself to the hilt, then fucked her silly even as she fought me. “NO! NO!” Mom cried as she clawed at me, but I didn’t listen. The only thought on my mind was that her pussy had never been hotter. Or tighter. I figured I must really be doing a number on her, so I doubled my efforts in ferocity. “Jeremy! You—”
I placed my mouth over hers and shoved my tongue down her throat. I felt her spasm. My cock felt like someone had tied a noose around it. I fucked her hard and fast, ensuring my cock reached depths never before attained. She continued to fight against me, then her protestations seemed to become more and more feeble. I pumped a few more times, then screamed into her mouth as I came. I slowed myself, stopped, but remained inside her. I pulled back, and with a smile on my face said, “Was that what you wanted, Mom?” I noticed then that she was weeping. Assuming they were tears of joy, I asked, “Damn. Was it that good for you?”
“You … You’re in my ass, Jeremy.”
“What?!?” I exclaimed as I looked down. I was. In the heat of the moment, I had slid from her pussy to her ass and didn’t even realize it. “Mom, I’m so sorry.” I pulled out of her immediately.
“Oh, Jeremy. It hurts,” Mom said as she continued to cry.
I began to cry as well. “Mom. I’m so, so sorry. Tell me what to do. Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“Just get me to my bathroom,” she said.
I did. I ran her some bath water, then asked, “Do you want me to stay in here with you?”
“No, Jeremy. I’ll be fine.” She forced a smile that even I didn’t believe was sincere.
I turned and went to my room. I showered, then went back downstairs to collect our clothing.
I had to help Mom from her tub. I saw blood draining down her leg. “Quick. Get the black hand towel from the linen closet.” I ran, making it back just as the blood had reached her ankle. I wiped upward, removing it from her person. “Kind of wedge it between my cheeks.” I did that, then helped her to her bed.
“Mom,” I said as the tears continued to fall from my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I … I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, Jeremy. Really. I need to rest for a bit, so I need you to go into the kitchen and put that roast in the oven on 425 degrees. At four-thirty, peel six potatoes and quarter them, then six carrots and half them, and once you’ve added them, let the roast go until six. Okay?”
“Yeah. Sure Mom. Need me to bring you anything?”
“I just need to rest, Jeremy.” With that, she closed her eyes. I went to do what she asked of me.
I stayed away from her until I had added the potatoes and carrots to the roast. During that time, I picked up my phone about a dozen times to call Stephen, but for what? It wasn’t like he could do anything about it. I did call the hospital, though. When the operator answered, I asked to speak with a nurse about a private matter. I was put on hold, then “This is Nurse Robinson.”
“Hi,” I greeted. “I have a serious question I need to ask. My lover and I were having sex. In the heat of the moment, I misjudged and went into her … her anus. She is bleeding. What do I need to do?”
“It sounds like you tore her anal tissue, sir. Bring her in if you like, but she more than likely just needs rests as opposed to stitches.”
“So, she should be alright?”
“It will pain her to have a bowel movement the remainder of the week,” Nurse Robinson told me, “but yes, she should be fine.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said, granting her full sainthood in that moment.”
When I went to see Mom again after 4:30, I told her of my conversation with the nurse. “Thank you for checking for me,” she told me. I kissed her hand and turned away as tears began falling once more. “No, Jeremy. Don’t. It’s okay. Really.” I couldn’t look at her. I was so ashamed of myself for hurting her like I had. “Please look at me, Jeremy, and allow me to explain something to you.” I finally did.
“Anal sex,” she began, “was going to be an eventuality between us.”
“It can be a really lovely experience when done right, Jeremy. I used to allow your father to perform it on me, but that was years ago. I had only recently begun stretching myself out again so I could make it available to you. What happened today was an accident, pure and simple. In fact, I’m willing to take responsibility for it because I wanted rough sex today. The bottom line is that this isn’t your fault, and we will one day have proper anal sex, if you like.”
“All I want right now is for you to get better,” I told her. “In fact, no more sex at all until you’re completely healed back there.”
“Yes, that might be for the best,” she agreed. “Oh, and just to let you know, as bad as it hurt, I did have an orgasm when you were back there.”
“When we do this the right way, you will bring me to many orgasms. I promise.”
Saturday came, and even though that was the night Mom was supposed to wear her lingerie, I made it a point to tell her it could wait. “Like I said, not until you completely heal.” She kissed me and thanked me for being a wonderful, thoughtful son. I told her I didn’t deserve that kind of praise right now.
Stephen and I attended another meeting with our colleagues. I explained what I had done to Mom and everyone was supportive of me. “That happened with my mother and I,” Elisa said, “only I was the one who got the unexpected rear door delivery.”
“How long did it take you to heal?” I asked.
“Roughly two weeks,” she replied. “Excuse my language, but every time I took a shit it felt like it was happening all over again.”
Silence, then Stephen said, “Period sex. Who’s doing it, and why?” Everyone laughed.
“I would like to bring something up,” I said to move away from the topic. “I have a friend who recently admitted at having a sexual relationship with his grandmother. What would be the rules for that as it pertains to this, us?”
“We are very literally a group of people who sleep with their mothers,” Ben Riggs said, “So I don’t know. Anyone else want to comment?”
“Do you really think we should?” Stephen asked me.
“I don’t know,” I responded. “Part of me wants to give him support here, and another part thinks he would be just as well served outside of this setting.”
“That means coming clean to him regardless,” Tommy Preston offered. “Are you willing to do that? There’s no turning back if you do.”
“What do you think, Stephen?”
“I think it’s too soon to talk about inclusion. Let’s give it a few months. If he’s still doing it, then maybe. If not, we’re protected.”
“Good enough,” I replied, and that ended that discussion.
“Well, I got something,” Donato Rodriguez said. “I’m not going to say who, but one of you called me and allowed me to listen to you and your mother having sex.”
“What of it?” Elisa asked.
“The person who did it? Fucking awesome! That was pretty hot. So, I was thinking, maybe we’d want to do that with each other.”
“No,” I quickly said. “What happens between my mother and I is private. It’s one thing to come here and talk, but I have enough respect for her and myself to not do that.”
“I agree with Jeremy,” Stephen said.
“Me, too,” Said Elisa.
Ben burst into laughter. “Okay. It was me.”
“Then stop,” Elisa said. “How embarrassed would she be if she knew?”
“It was her idea,” Ben told us.
“Well, there are a hundred million people other than us you can call to get your jollies,” Elisa said, “unless Donato wants you to call him back.”
They looked at each other, then both burst into laughter. “We’ll talk,” Donato said.
On the ride home, I said to Stephen, “Ben seems too immature for this group, and Donato isn’t too far behind him.”
“I think everyone has had their fill with Ben,” he replied, “and I think Donato’s actions are a direct result of Ben’s presence. I’ll talk it over with Elisa and Tommy, see what they think.”
Wednesday morning. I was still muddling my way through the summer as I awaited Fall Semester to begin college. I lay in bed as I heard Dad leave for work. About fifteen minutes later, a knock came at my door, then, “Jeremy? May I come in?”
“Yeah, Mom. Sure.”
She entered wearing a thick, full-length robe. She stood before me and said, “That conversation we had about lingerie a few weeks ago?” I nodded. “Well, when I pulled on the thong you picked out? I’m sorry, Jeremy, but with all that hair between my legs, it just looked vulgar.”
“That’s okay, Mom.”
“No, Jeremy. It’s not. You see, a thong is a beautiful thing. As beautiful as it is, it also promises an even more beautiful treasure awaiting within, which is why …” she allowed the robe to fall to the floor, then she peeled the thong aside, “… I thought it best that I just get rid of all that hair.”
“Oh, Mom,” I exclaimed upon seeing her freshly shaved pussy. “It is beautiful.”
She walked to me, straddled my face, pulled the thong aside once again, and nestled her pussy onto my mouth. I immediately felt an electric current pass through my body. Every nerve felt more alive than it ever had. That is, with exception to the nerves in my penis.
I didn’t tell the group, and I certainly hadn’t said anything to Mom, but ever since I hurt her, I had become impotent. I had tried jerking off using lubricant, no lubricant, with a vibrator … any stimuli I could fathom, and nothing. Not so much as a quiver. I was concentrating on that so hard that I gave a lackluster bid at making Mom cum, and she noticed.
“Jeremy? What’s wrong?” she asked as she pulled off me.
“It’s … It’s nothing,” I answered.
She sat next to me and ran her fingers through my hair. “Talk to me, baby. Tell Mommy what the problem is.”
I turned from her. “I just don’t want to hurt you again.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I thought we agreed that it wasn’t your fault. I’m all healed now, anyway.
Don’t you want me anymore, Jeremy? Don’t you want to make love to Mommy anymore?”
“I can’t,” I said as I turned back to her, tears streaming down my face.
“Shhhh,” she said as she once again ran her fingers through my hair. She did this until I calmed down, then she said, “I think I know just what you need. Sit up.” I didn’t. “Come on, Jeremy. Mommy knows how to fix this. Now please, sit up.” As I did, Mom took my place on the bed. She lay flat on her back, then cocked her legs. “I want you to take Mommy’s thong off her.” I hesitated, but eventually I moved between her legs and did so. “Do you like the way Mommy’s pussy looks without all that hair?”
“It’s so beautiful, Mom.”
She moved a finger down and began to lightly rub her clit. “I did this for you, Jeremy. Your father likes me to be hairy, but you wanted Mommy to be shaved, didn’t you?”
“I did,” I answered.
“And Mommy wanted to look nice in her lingerie for you, Jeremy. Not your father, but you.”
“That means so much to me, Mom.”
“My pussy has been so neglected these past few weeks, Jeremy. Will you kiss Mommy’s clitty and let it know you still care?”
“Of course I care,” I told her, then I lightly kissed her clit.
“But there’s something else too, Jeremy. Something else that needs to be done.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Mom.”
“Mommy needs you to lift her legs up a little. Yes, that’s it. Now, do you see Mommy’s beautiful little anus?”
“It is beautiful,” I told her.
“Remember when you were little and Mommy would kiss your boo-boos? You gave Mommy a boo-boo, Jeremy, so now Mommy needs you to kiss her boo-boo and make it feel better.”
“Mom, I—” I began to protest, but she stopped me short.
“Jeremy, kiss Mommy’s boo-boo. Make Mommy feel better.” I slowly lowered my mouth to her anus and gently kissed it. “Oh, Jeremy. That felt nice. Would you please kiss it again?” I did, and she jerked a bit. “Jeremy, this time, kiss it like you kiss Mommy on the lips.”
I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to dance along her anus, then softly brought my lips
down upon it. That same electric current passed through me, and this time my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I shot up and held it for her to see. “Mom, look! I’m hard again.”
“Does this mean you’re ready to make love to me again?”
“Uh … I suppose, but I’d really like to keep doing what I’m doing now.”
Mom laughed. “Sure, sweetie. Spend as much time down there as you like.”
I did. I continued to lightly kiss and gently suck her asshole. I wanted so desperately to show it that I was sorry for hurting it. I wanted it to forgive my violent trespass. I don’t know how long, but between eating Mom’s bung and her pussy, I was in heaven. I eventually made my way up and made love to her, slowly so as not to cause another accident. It was beautiful, and I let her know what she meant to me.
The following night, I received a call from Stephen. “I need you to come over right away. I’ll explain when you get here.”
I arrived to a sea of strobing lights. I found Stephen with his mother on their sofa. I waited until the officer questioning them walked away, then I approached. “What’s going on?”
“It was one of those rare occasions where Dad was actually home early enough to join us for dinner,” he began. “We were talking about me finishing up my Masters and coming on board the business, then he fell face down. Just like that. The coroner thinks he had an aneurism.”
“Oh, man. I’m so sorry.” I reached out to his mother. “Mrs. Parker. I don’t know what to say.”
She smiled and took my hand. “The simple fact that you’re here for Stephen means everything to me, Jeremy. Thank you for being such a good friend to him.”
“Always,” I said, for I didn’t know what else I could offer.
The following night, I attended the meeting without Stephen. I explained to the others what had happened, and they all sent through me their sorrow for his loss.
“Where’s Ben?” I asked.
“Out,” Elisa said, “and good riddance.”
“I need to tell you guys something,” Tommy said. “My mother … Oh, shit! Anyway, she’s … uh … Well, she’s pregnant and she says that I’m the father. I asked her how she knew it wasn’t Dad’s, and she said that she didn’t have sex with him during that optimal time … Something. I don’t know. What am I supposed to do?”
“You are supposed to let your dad believe it’s his, but you raise him or her as your own,” I said.
“Mom said the same thing.”
“Then it seems pretty open and shut,” Donato said.
“How do you feel about it?” Elisa asked.
“Excited, nervous, anxious, and every other emotion one could possibly apply.”
We all laughed. I then said, “That’s just how a new father should be. You’re fine, and I’m sure you will make a good father to your child.”
After curing me of my impotency, Mom and I were back on our regular schedule of sex every day, two or three times a day. We were closer now than we ever had been. One particular morning, Mom paid me a visit. I was still asleep, so I was the recipient of a most wonderful happy wake-up. Mom continued to suck me until I came, and as always, she luxuriated in the feel of my semen in her mouth, taking her time before swallowing it. Afterwards, she whispered in my ear, “I want your mouth on my ass.” What little my cock had deflated was immediately stopped as I once again gained full rigidity.
I kissed, licked, and sucked her beautiful anus for the better part of thirty minutes. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Make Mommy’s asshole nice and wet and spitty.” She was turning me on as she whispered these words to me over and over again. Finally, she told me to place my cock into her pussy. I eased it in. She told me to hold it there a few seconds, then she said, “Now I want you to slowly put it in my ass.”
“It’s okay, Jeremy,” she assured me. “Mommy is ready, and I think you are, too.”
I pulled out of Mom’s pussy, then placed my cock at the opening of her ass. I pushed gently and felt myself enter. “Oh, Mom. Holy shit!” I said as tears filled my eyes. As I pushed the remainder of my cock into her, I said, “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt,” and it was. Her asshole gripped my cock like it was made from velvet, and inside her felt like a blistering 150 degrees. I thought I was going to swoon.
“That’s it,” Mom said as tears filled her eyes as well. “Make love to Mommy’s ass, Jeremy. Your cock feels so good inside me.”
I went slow. Although there was a small part of me that thought I might hurt her again, there was an even bigger part of me that understood, by the look on Mom’s face and the feelings I was having at the moment, that this was fine. This was good. This was the ultimate expression of love one could have for another, so private and personal a thing it was. Also driving me on was that Mom had told me the truth when she said she would have many, many orgasms from anal sex. With the assistance of her fingers on her clit, I helped bring her to more orgasms than I could count. I had slowly built myself to one and was working on another.
“This is the culmination of our love, Jeremy,” Mom said to me between orgasms. “If your father
walked in on us right now, I wouldn’t stop. I want nothing more at this moment than your cock
in my ass, treating me as well as it is.”
“Oh, Mom!” I shouted, then caught my second nut. I collapsed onto her, my still-rigid cock deep in her ass. I turned her over to where she was on top. “Ride me slowly, Mom. I don’t want to fuck you. I want you to make love to me.”
Mom smiled, then began. It was wonderful, simply because we were not working toward another orgasm, but working toward bringing each other as much pleasure as we could. Mom continued to ride me slowly, then she stopped. She just looked at me. I asked if something was wrong, but she just smiled and started riding me again. About two minutes later Mom bent and whispered in my ear, “I want to have your baby.”
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed as I came for the third time. Out of breath, I stared at her, then pulled her down and kissed her ferociously. She returned every bit of the passion I gave, and eventually we pulled apart. “Were you serious?” I asked her.
“I’m so sorry, Jeremy. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But did you mean it?”
“It … It was the heat of the moment, Jeremy. It never should have passed my lips.”
“I’ll do it, Mom. I’ll get you pregnant if that’s what you want.”
“I want it so much,” Mom said as she began to cry, “but it can never happen, Jeremy. Never.”
“It can if you let me,” I told her. “I understand that Dad would have to believe it is his, but you and I could raise it together, Mom.”
“No, Jeremy. What I mean is … I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I went to my doctor about the tear on my anal tissue. During the course of my visit, Dr. Sanchez gave me a pap smear and … There are indications that I have cervical cancer.”
“It’s okay, Jeremy. Dr. Sanchez says she caught it early enough that it’s not life-threatening, but I will never be able to have children again.” She laughed. “You know, before you and I began this, I assumed it would be just like what I shared with my father, just a means of comfort every now and then. I never believed I would fall in love with you as deeply as I have, Jeremy, but I have, and I know that what I feel for you, you feel every bit the same for me. I so desperately want to have a child with you, Jeremy, but that will be denied us forever.”
“I would have been proud to be the father of our baby, Mom.”
“I know, which makes the notion even more special.”
“When is your surgery?”
“Next Wednesday, which means that we need to have as much sex as possible, because once the procedure is done, it can take eight to ten weeks for me to heal.”
“Your health comes before sex, Mom.”
“Thank you, Jeremy.” She laughed. “Don’t be surprised if I rape you every chance I get.”
“How can you rape a willing victim?” I asked with a laugh of my own.
After a shower, I headed over to Stephen’s. I explained everything Mom had just told me, and he was truly remorseful for me. “What about your mother?” I asked. “How’s she holding up?”
“My mom? Oh, she went downtown and took over Dad’s business, much to the displeasure of the current management. I guess they all thought they would get a big piece of that pie, but Mom put them all in their place.”
“Good for her.”
Stephen laughed. “Hell, man, sex is the best it’s ever been. Must be all that power she can finally wield … I don’t know. Everything just seems good right now.”
“I’m happy for you, man. For you both.”
“When’s the last time you spoke to Johnny?”
“Oh, dude … I couldn’t even say. He or Mark, for that matter.”
“Well, I asked him about his grandmother. He told me the story, but then Mark said, ‘Dude, I’ve heard you tell that story three times now and each time you change it up. Was that even real? Did it actually happen?’ Johnny looked at Mark, then me, then burst into laughter as he said, ‘This is the reason I’m not a good liar. I never could keep a story straight.’ So, I guess it’s a good thing you never talked to him about the group.”
“Yeah. Lesson learned.” I finished my beer, then said, “Guess I’ll head back home. Oh, while my mom is recovering from surgery, I may need to borrow yours for a couple of months.”
“Hey, if you can convince her, go for it.” He laughed. “Hell, she may even want a threesome.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said as I walked away. I knew he wasn’t serious, just as he knew I wasn’t. The closer to home I got, the harder my cock got. I wanted Mom again. I wanted to give her all the sex she could handle before her surgery.
There was a yellow VW Bug in the driveway when I arrived. I entered the house and followed the voices I heard to the kitchen. My cock had deflated, thankfully, so I had no problem standing before Mom and a very beautiful woman of Hispanic descent. Upon seeing me, Mom said, “Jeremy, this is Maria Sanchez, my OB/GYN’s daughter.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand.
“Maria will be starting college in the fall as well.”
“Are you?” I asked as I took the seat next to her.
“Yes,” she answered.
“What is your major?”
She rolled her eyes. “Mom wants me to follow in her footsteps, but I prefer Art Appreciation.”
“That’s cool. Do you have a talent?”
“I do a little of everything,” she told me. “Paint, sculpt, you know, jack-of-all-trades kind of thing when it comes to anything artsy-fartsy.”
I laughed. “You seem to have an unconventional approach to it.”
“I respect what has come before me,” Maria said, “but I also know that it has to evolve to continue to thrive. Tell me, what is your favorite piece of art?”
“Plancia Magna,” I said without hesitation even as I looked around for Mom, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Without a doubt the most beautiful sculpture ever,” Maria offered, reflecting my own belief of the piece. “You know, when the sculpture was first erected …” and she went on to fill my ears with one interesting fact after another. We talked a few hours, and then she took her leave.
Mom was waiting at the door when I returned from walking Maria to her car. “So, what do you think?” she asked.
“What can I say, Mom? She’s beautiful, charming, knowledgeable, and pleasant to be around.”
“Does that translate to you liking her?”
“Is that what you want for me, Mom? To like someone else?”
“No,” she answered. “I want you to love someone else, Jeremy.”
Mom chuckled. “Oh, don’t act so extreme. Come, sit with me on the couch.” I did. “You have
your whole life ahead of you, Jeremy. I want you to fall in love with a nice girl, get married, and have lots of babies. I also want that to never interfere with what you and I have. Just as I did with my father, I want you and I to continue to make love for years to come, and we will if you know how to make it work.” She kissed me. “You know how deeply for you my love runs, Jeremy. I will always be here for you, with you, but it has to be with the understanding that you lead the life you were meant to lead, and I believe that Maria can be what you need to make that happen.”
I thought that over, then said, “Okay, Mom. I understand. I’ll open myself up to the possibility, but first …” I gently lay her back, reached under her dress, and removed her panties.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
“Your father will be home soon, Jeremy.”
“Then promise me that you’ll look him dead in the eye when you tell me to keep going.”
“Only if you promise to take it extra slow and make it last.”
I smiled, then lowered my head to her pussy. The truth is, just the idea of Dad catching us was such a turn-on that I didn’t even last five minutes. Mom promised to see me in my room around midnight, so that was something to look forward to.
I finally began college. Not only was the experience even more than I expected, but I actually had Maria in two of my classes. We bonded quickly, and by Thanksgiving we were officially a couple. She was a good girl. I think Mom was wise in choosing her. Also by Thanksgiving, Mark and Johnny had found their respective ways out of my life. I just had too much going on, as did Stephen. It was sad in a way, but some relationships just weren’t meant to last.
Mom’s operation went well. Yeah, it was ten weeks of torture, not being able to be with her, but Maria helped make up for that. Yes, we used protection. Neither of us, so early into our college years, were ready for a baby.
Upon semester’s end, Stephen graduated with his Masters and took his rightful place at his mother’s side. The two ran the business better than his father ever did, growing to the point of going public. Privately, neither Stephen nor his mother wanted another, they were living as husband and wife, and that notion suited them well. As a side note, Stephen’s mother has stopped drinking and popping Prozac and has been clean for almost ten years.
Maria and I married after each attaining our Bachelors, but we decided that children would have to wait until after procuring our Masters. In the meantime, Mom and I continued to meet three or more times a week to make love, and still do to this day. I love Maria. I wouldn’t trade what I have with her for anything in the world. Well, maybe one thing, but so long as everything is so nicely balanced, why even entertain such a thought?
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