A Soldier’s Story - Part 1
Soldier makes love to his Mother.
If you are looking for a quick slam, bam, thank you Ma'am, stop right here. I take my time getting to the sex, in other words, I write stories that have sex scenes in them rather than just sex scenes. Mind you, there is nothing wrong with that - I just can't seem to do it.
I hope you enjoy my offering
Chapter One - Drafted
In September of 1968 I received a letter from my local Draft Board inviting me to come down to the Induction Center for processing and “possible” induction into one of the branches of the United States Armed Services. I had been DRAFTED.
My Draft Board had also included fare for the El so I could get to the Induction Center. I was to report on September 17 th . My mother and sister were really upset. They didn’t want me to go, what with the war going on in South East Asia. But, as strange as it may seem, for some reason, I wasn’t too upset about it.
It wasn’t that I wanted to get away from home. My life wasn’t bad; in fact it was pretty good.
I should explain, at the time I lived with my Mother, Sarah and older Sister, Rachel, just outside Chicago, IL. My father had passed on about five years before and at that time I had become the “man of the house” at the ripe old age of 13. What that meant was far beyond me. Mom was a chef in one of the more up-scale restaurants in the city. She made a very good salary and neither my sister nor I wanted for anything. So being the “man of the house” simply meant that I felt responsible for anything that went wrong. But, nothing ever really went wrong, so I just did what a normal 13 year old did; went to school, hung out with my friends and fought with my sister.
In High School, I participated in sports, track; swimming and intramural basketball. I was never a star but I was the captain of my intramural basketball team; and we actually had a winning record once or twice over the four years. At 5’11” I was the tallest on the team.
I dated some in High School but never with the same girl for more than a month or so. My friends told me my standards were too high, as I would always find a reason to break up after a couple of dates.
There is a person I should mention “Uncle” Freddy. Uncle Freddy was not a blood relative. He and my father had grown up together. They were drafted, served in the Army and went to Korea together. They were closer than brothers. When Uncle Freddy’s parents died, we were the only family Uncle Freddy had. He spent all the holidays at our home. He had played Santa Clause and one time even the Easter Bunny. Thus, when Dad died, Uncle Freddy was there for us. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for “his” family.
He was a plumber by profession, but he was one of those people who could fix anything and could build anything, from model boats that could sail, to remote control airplanes. He taught me so much. I was a good student and was eager to learn from him. However, this would never be a case of the student surpassing the teacher. I would never be as adept as he was.
Uncle Freddy was the one who gave me “that” talk; about love, sex and condoms. Well about sex and safe sex.
After graduation I worked in a grocery store stocking shelves, as I had done during the summer for the last couple of years. I had given college some thought, but didn’t think the time was right, even though I was prime draft bait. About a month after graduation, Uncle Freddy had me put an application into the Plumbers Local so I could get a plumbing apprenticeship. He had told me that I would be hearing about my acceptance into the program in about four weeks. But another uncle of mine had other plans for me and three weeks later I received the letter from my Uncle Sam. Maybe I wanted to do something different… dummy.
Chapter two - Ft Jackson
After my induction in Chicago, I wound up in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It was a really lovely place, deep in the Heart of Dixie. Right out side of the State Capitol of Columbia.
Basic Training (Boot Camp) was not exactly to my liking. Although I was in pretty good shape, Basic Training was a real workout. We trained 7 days a week. The only break came on Sunday morning when you could go to religious service; believe me EVERYONE went. But, in the end I was looking rather hard. The Army made me really fit.
After eight weeks of Basic Training, in about mid-November, we graduated on a Friday morning. The graduation consisted of marching up and down the Camp Parade Ground in front of the General, a bunch of other officers and some families who probably lived nearby.
The General gave a speech telling us to be good little soldiers, to serve our country well and listen to the officers etc. etc. etc. I couldn’t wait for it to end. It was cold and even with the overcoats we had on the cold was seeping into our bones. Finally, the general shut up and we were dismissed.
We had been given three-day passes, this was the first time we could leave the Fort since we arrived in Ft. Jackson about 8 ½ weeks ago and were to report back to the barracks by 2400 hours (midnight) Sunday so they could take us to the Advanced Infantry Training (AIT) Company by 0600 hours (6:00 am) on Monday. Like most of the other guys in my Company, I was going into the Infantry. Yea, I was going to be a ground pounder, a grunt, in other words…cannon fodder.
After the graduation ceremony, I was planning on going into Columbia with a couple of buddies. Getting and staying drunk until we returned Sunday night to the barracks.
“Hey, Terry,” one of my buddies called, “Lets get goin, we don’t want to miss the bus.”
I picked up my “AWOL” bag from the side of the parade grounds and started to run after the other guys. The bag had a couple changes of underwear and socks for the weekend. As I ran I heard a familiar voice calling, “Terry…Terry…over here.”
I thought I was hearing things. I thought, it can’t be…but when I turned around…sure enough there was my mother running toward me waving her arms, calling me.
I couldn’t believe it. My mother looked… she was beautiful. Why had I never noticed it before? It wasn’t because she was wearing anything sexy or even suggestive. She was in a wool coat that came to her mid-thigh and her skirt came to just below her knees. But, she was beautiful. She looked so much younger that her 37 years. Her hair was longer than she usually wore it and she had just a hint of makeup, which she didn’t really need. Had the eight-week separation changed her so much? Whatever it was I was in shock.
Mom, was only 37 years old. She had my sister, Rachel when she was 16 and I was born when she was 18 years old. Mom and Dad were married after Rachel was born so on her birth certificate, Rachel has Mom’s maiden name, Burton. They never got around to changing it after Mom and Dad got married. Mom also used her maiden name at work.
Mom was about 5’7”, slender but not skinny, her breasts were not really big. They were perfectly proportioned for her body and she had a pair of knockout legs. In my eyes she was the perfect woman.
I stammered, “Mom??? What…when did…?”
As she ran to me laughing, I threw my arms around her and spun her around.
“Terry…Terry, I had to be here and see my son, the soldier, graduate,” Mom said panting from the run.
“TERRY, the bus is coming; hurry up,” my buddy called.
I turned and shouted, “Go on without me, I’m not goin.”
My buddy shrugged and ran for the bus.
“I hope that I didn’t mess up your plans with your buddies,” my mom asked with a worried look on her face.
“No way, Mom, Lord knows, I would rather be with you more than anyone else,” I told her as I hugged her even tighter.
Mom’s beautiful face beamed with happiness as we walked off the parade ground arm in arm. As we walked I saw my Drill Sergeant. He spotted me and mom and he yelled, “Hey Matson, didn’t know your girl friend was coming.”
Mom smiled and said, “I wanted to surprise him.”
My sergeant laughed, “Boy I wish I had a surprise like that.”
Mom just giggled as we walked away.
I said, “Mom, he thinks that you are my girl friend and that we are going to spend the weekend together.”
Mom said, “Let him think what he wants. Anyway, we are going to spend the weekend together.”
We laughed and I put my arm around her waist and hugged her.
I gave my mom a quick tour of the fort showing her where I lived for the past eight weeks, the barracks, the Mess Hall and the Chapel. Later we caught a cab into Columbia.
Mom told me that she had flown into Columbia airport early that morning and had gotten a room in one of the hotels in town. She said that it had two double beds so she didn’t see any problem with us staying together. I didn’t complain. I didn’t have enough cash to get a room on my own. A private’s pay was $88.00 a month. Not quite $3.00 a day. So a free room for the weekend was perfect.
It was around 1800 hrs (6:00 pm) when we got to Columbia and mom and I were hungry. Mom said that a business acquaintance of hers had recommended a restaurant in town and she wanted to try it. It turned out to be one of the most expensive places in town. Far beyond the reach of a private in the U.S. Army.
Mom said not to worry and slipped me five twenties and said no one would ever know. I felt a little funny about it, but what the heck. I put the money in my pocket and hugged my mom really tight.
“I love you mom,” I told her.
“I love you too, my baby,” mom answered.
We got an out of the way table off to the side, where we were for the most part alone. However, I did catch some of the male patrons giving Mom the once over. It made me feel good. I thought eat your hearts out guys. This woman is mine.
The dinner was wonderful. The food was great, but after eight weeks of Army food, I wasn’t much of a critic. Mom liked the food and the bottle of wine we split.
During dinner, we talked about everything; I gave her a blow-by-blow description of the past eight weeks. She told me about things at home, how my sister, Rachel was excelling at the culinary institute and how Uncle Freddy was hovering over the both of them, like a mother hen. We were laughing and enjoying this time together. I had a warm feeling when we left the restaurant, whether it was from the wine or just being with Mom, I didn’t care. I felt happier than I had in a long time.
After leaving the restaurant we walked arm in arm. As we walked mom said that she would really like a Hi-Ball, a Rye and Ginger Ale. We stopped at a liquor store and got a small bottle of Rye and a bottle of ginger ale.
We window-shopped as we walked to the hotel. We would stop and look into the closed stores telling each other what we liked and didn’t like. We went into one store with a recessed door and were looking at the merchandise.
Mom put her arms around me and asked, “Did you mean it when you said, you would rather be with me more than anyone else?”
I put my arms around her pulled her close and said, “Mom, I would rather be with you than anyone else in the whole wide world.”
Mom looked up at me and said, “You make me so happy, Terry. I love you so much.”
She placed her arms around my neck.
I looked into her eyes, lowered my head and softly kissed her lips. It was like 1000 volts of electricity went through me. Mom was kissing me back. The kiss lasted longer than I had intended, but it felt so good. It was more loving than passionate.
When we parted, Mom said, “You shouldn’t kiss me like that, Terry.”
“Why not, mom?”
She looked into my eyes and with a slight smile and said, “Because I like it too much.”
Her eyes were filled with love and passion as our lips met once again. This time there was no softness in our kiss. Our lips mashed together, our mouths opened and our tongues danced and explored each other’s mouth. The kiss seemed to go on forever. My hand slipped down to her ass and I pulled her hips into me.
Mom softly moaned as we broke our kiss, “Terry… Terry… Terry; my sweet loving boy… I love you so much…I love you.”
I kiss her cheeks and her neck.
“Oh, Mom,” I said. “I love you, too.”
We parted and continued our walk to the hotel with our arms around each other.
When we got to the hotel we took the elevator to the tenth floor and went to mom’s room. We entered and I took Mom’s coat and hung it in the closet then hung my overcoat there too.
Mom turned to me and put her arms around me and said, “I don’t know what has come over me, but it feels wonderful.”
I looked at my Mother and said, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you more than anything.”
Once again our lips met, our mouths open and our tongues dueling. I pulled her body into mine. She responded by pushing her hips into my groin. I ran my hands over her ass. My erect dick pressed into her. There was no doubt that she felt it.
She then pulled away from me and whispered, “Make us a drink; I’m going to get out of this suit and get into something comfortable.”
She then went into the bathroom with her overnight bag.
In a daze I pulled the bottle of rye and the bottle of ginger ale out of the bag and made two Hi- Balls. I took a gulp of mine and almost choked, it was almost all rye. I quickly added more ginger ale to both drinks and made them a lot weaker. For some reason, I didn’t want to get my mother drunk.
When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing an old robe tied at the waist; a robe that she had worn for years. There was nothing sexy or sensual about it. But, she looked stunning. She was so beautiful, truly a goddess. I couldn’t catch my breath. I just stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. My dick actually got harder…if that was possible.
Mom said, “Terry…are you okay? Is something wrong?”
I stared at her and said, “Mom…Mom I never knew that you were…were so beautiful…how could I have been so blind.”
My mother looked at me and said, “Oh, Terry; do you really think I am beautiful?”
“Mom, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. I can’t believe that I never saw you before.”
Mom said, “Oh, Terry…my Terry…I love you so much.”
She lifted her drink and we clinked glasses.
We both took a drink. I looked at her and smiled. I put my drink down and took a step toward her. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I mashed my lips onto hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She accepted my tongue and pushed hers into my mouth. We kissed like there was no tomorrow. I ran my hands over her back and ass; I could feel that she was naked under the robe. I never wanted to stop kissing and holding her.
We walked to the bed. Mom put her arms around me and pulled me into her and we once again kissed. She pulled me down onto the bed. I lay next to her. I placed my hand on her breast. She reached down and began to stroke my cock through my pants.
She then started to unbutton and unzip my pants. “Take them off,” she said.
I stood up and dropped my pants; from habit I picked them up and hung them over the back of a chair.
Mom laughed and said, “My son has grown up.”
I pulled my army boxer shorts off and my erection sprang free.
Mom gasped and said, “My son has really grown up.”
Mom then held her arms out to me and said,”Come to me, my big boy.”
I lay down in the bed, next to her. I couldn’t believe that I was lying naked next to this beautiful woman…this goddess…this dream…my mother.
She reached out and took my face in her hands and pulled me to her and kissed me again. I reached out and put my hand into the robe caressing her bare breast. I then untied her robe and spread it away from her body.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her body was magnificent. It was like looking at a centerfold. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And this beautiful, wonderful woman wanted me.
I moved my hand from her breast to her stomach and then into her pubic hair and caressed the lips of her vagina. They were wet with her desire. I ever so slowly pushed my finger into her.
Mom groaned and shivered as she pulled me closer and said, ”Terry, I want you…I need you…come to me my lovely son…come to me.”
I withdrew my hand as she spread her legs exposing herself to me. I was trembling as I raised up and settled between her thighs. My dick had never been so hard. It was like a huge steel spear that I was about to impale my own mother with.
Mom reached down, took my dick in her hand and guided it to her vagina. She stroked my hardness along her dripping lips lubricating it. She then guided me into her, to the place where my life had started.
She said, “Please take it slow, I haven’t been with a man since your father died and you are so big.”
I couldn’t believe that my dick was entering her most sacred place. She was so hot, wet and tight. It was amazing that something this tight had allowed both my sister and I through.
We both moaned as I ever so slowly pushed into her. The feeling of my dick inching down her hot wet tunnel of love was almost more than I could stand.
I was moaning, “Oh; Mom…Mom...Mom, Oh God…I love you…I love you.”
Mom had her hand on my hips pulling me into her, moaning, “Oh Terry...Oh God; you are filling me, you are so big inside of me, it’s been so long, give me your all; My Terry; My son. You are making me feel so wonderful. I can’t believe I am loving my own darling son.”
Finally, when I was completely inside her, with our pubic hair entangled, I held still. Neither of us moved. We were both breathing heavily.
I looked my Mother in the eyes and said, “Mom, you were the first woman I ever loved.”
She said, “I know sweetheart.”
I went on, “So it’s only right that you should be the first woman I make love to.”
Mother gasped, “Terry, you have never been with woman before? You’re a virgin…my sweet boy is still a virgin. I’m taking my own son’s virginity. I can’t believe it…I can’t believe it. OH, GOD.”
Mom started to buck underneath me. She began thrashing and she was yelling, “OOHH, TERRY, TERRY, TERRY.“
It seems that the idea of taking my virginity, sent her into the throes of an orgasm.
I began to pump my dick in and out of her vagina. After a couple strokes it felt as if my balls were going to explode. I pushed into my Mother as far as I could. I wanted to force my whole body back to where it was conceived. I wanted to be completely engulfed in her body. To always be a part of her joined together.
I yelled, “OHH, MOM…MOM; I’M CUMMING...I’M COMING; I… Oh God… Mom… Mom…Mom.”
My dick exploded and I pumped my hot cum into her vagina, her womb, her body again and again. It felt like I was pouring my soul into her. I was joined to my mother in a way I never thought possible. I had never believed anything could be this wonderful…this beautiful.
My Mother had wrapped her legs around my waist, holding me in her. She was bucking and thrashing beneath me. When I exploded into her she screamed, “Terry…YES YES YES, CUM WITH ME… OH MY BABY BOY CUM WITH YOUR MOTHER. FILL ME. I WANT YOU…I WANT YOU…I WANT YOU.”
It seemed that I would cum forever. I pumped rope after rope of my semen into her as she came again and again. I never wanted it to stop.
Ever so slowly we came back to earth. We remained coupled. Neither of us wanted to part. Finally, my dick softened and slid out of her overflowing vagina. We didn’t care that the combination of her love juices and my cum was leaking out of her onto the bed. We just lay there with our arms around each other.
Mom leaned toward me and lightly kissed me. I never felt so loved and I never felt so much in love before. I had found what I was looking for in all the girls that I had dated and rejected. This was the woman I wanted.
I began to kiss her face moving to her neck, down to the valley between her breasts and then kissed my way up to the top of her breast. I kissed her hardened nipple and took it into my mouth and began to suckle as I did when I was an infant.
My mother put her hands at the back of my head holding me to her breast and said “Suck me, my love, suck me like you did when you were a baby. I loved it when you did it back then and I love the way you are making me feel now.”
I could hear her breathing become more and more labored. She was becoming excited by the attention I was paying to her breasts.
I moved my hand down to her stomach and slowly moved down between her legs. She opened her legs to allow my hand access to her dripping slit. I first put one finger and then another into her vagina and started to rub her clit with my thumb.
Mom started to moan and lift her hips into my hand. I continued to suck on her nipples, moving from one to the other.
All of a sudden, Mom pulled away from me and said, “No, not like this.”
I went into a panic, what did I do wrong? Why did she move away from me?
Mom sat up, pushed me onto my back, and moved one leg over me, straddling me. She moved down and when her vagina was over my once again steel hard dick she impaled herself on it with one plunge.
I couldn’t believe it. She was riding my dick and I responded by lifting my hips and forcing my dick deeper and deeper into her. We got into a mad rhythm, wildly copulating.
Mom’s breasts were bouncing and swaying from side to side as she rode my cock. She was shouting, “ Oh Baby Fuck me…Fuck me…FUCK ME.”
Hearing my mother use language like that really turned me on. I had never heard her say anything even mildly off color.
Once again I felt the tingling in my balls. I said, “Mom, I’m going to cum.”
She answered, “Hold on for another second, I want to cum with you.”
I held back as much as I could and it was only because I had so recently ejaculated that I was able to last a little longer.
Then mom started to tremble and shake as she forced her vagina down onto my erection. She yelled, “Now…now…Terry come with me…I WANT YOU…I WANT YOUR CUM…OH GOD…PLEASE FILL ME.”
That pushed me over the edge and once again I exploded into my mother. I pushed my dick as far into her love tunnel as I could force it. Shooting my young potent sperm into her deepest recesses.
When we were both spent she fell on top of me, keeping my cock firmly in her vagina. As we lay there we whispered our love to each other. And that’s how we fell asleep.
Chapter Three – The Next Morning
I awoke in a bit of a daze. It was 0500 hours (5:00 am), the time I usually got up. It was still dark and at first I didn’t know where I was. I turned and saw my Mother in the bed next me and the events of last night came rushing back to me. Oh my god, I had made love to my own mother. We had sex two times last night. I had cum in my Mom twice.
I didn’t know what to do. As I lay there looking at my mother, knowing that under the sheet she was as naked as I was, I couldn’t help but stare at her sheet covered breasts and watch them rise and fall as she breathed.
I began to get an erection. Once again I wanted to make love to her…but she was my MOTHER…how could I think like that. I had already loved her as no son should love his mother.
I slowly and quietly got out of the bed, not wanting to disturb her. I went into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking at what a real motherfucker looked like. How could I have done that to the woman who gave me life, who fed me, cared for me, raised me and gave me everything I ever wanted. What kind of monster was I?
I quickly washed up and turned off the light and went back into the bedroom. I picked up my boxers and put them on. I walked to the large picture window that overlooked a park. I stood there staring out the window, not seeing anything, not hearing anything, lost in my own morose thoughts.
That’s why I didn’t hear my mother get out of bed and walk up behind me. How long she stood there I have no idea. I returned to earth when I heard a sob. She placed her hands on my bare back and I jumped and turned around. My mother was standing there sobbing. She was wearing the robe she wore last night.
She reached for me and sobbed, “Terry…my love…I am so sorry…I don’t know what came over me last night…I just couldn’t control myself…It’s been so long that I had anyone love me like that…please don’t hate me…I couldn’t live if you hated me.”
I was shocked. Here I was praying that my mother wouldn’t hate me for what I did to her and she was thinking I might hate her for what she did to me.
I took her in my arms and held her close.
I kissed away her tears saying, “Mom, I could never hate you, I was so afraid that you would hate me this morning… Mom I love you more than life itself.”
“Oh Terry I was so afraid…I didn’t know how you felt…you were just standing here looking out of the window…you didn’t say anything …I was so afraid.”
I pulled her closer. “Mom”, I said. “I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. Last night was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I love you.”
I brought my lips to hers and kissed her. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met. I crushed her body into mine. My newly erect penis pressed into her stomach. She started to grind her hips into mine. My hands were all over her. As I reached down to untie her robe she reached down and pulled my boxers off.
She then pulled away and said, “We both need a shower. Come my love and let me wash your back.”
“Only if I can return the favor, Mom.” I retorted.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Mom said.
As we walked to the bathroom, she dropped her robe. She wiggled her tight little ass and looked back smiling.
“You Like?” she giggled.
“Oh yea, Mom I LIKE.”
My dick was sticking out like a flagpole.
Mom looked and asked is a sweet little voice, “Did I do that?”
I stopped, I looked around, smiled at her and said, “I don’t see anyone else around… so it must be you.”
She took a swing at me and said, “Oh…you.”
I reached out and pulled her into my arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around me. Our naked bodies were pressed together. My erection was trapped between our stomachs. Her breasts were mashed into my chest. Once again our lips met and we kissed like the lovers we were.
We separated and went into the shower. Mom grabbed the washcloth and lathered it up. She started to wash my chest and arms, she moved down to my stomach and then to my rock hard dick. I sighed when she began to rub my dick and balls with the cloth.
She grinned and said, “Doesn’t this thing ever go down?”
“Not when I’m around you.” I laughed.
“Well, I have to do something about that,” She retorted. “But, first I want to get my baby squeaky clean.”
She continued washing my body.
When she finished, I lathered up a washcloth and slowly and lovingly rubbed it all over her body. I started with her back, moving down to her shapely ass. I put my arms around her and washed her breasts ever so slowly. Moving down her body I washed her stomach and moved between her legs. I had my body up against her back. My dick was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I slowly began to rub my dick against her as I moved my fingers over the lips of her vagina.
Mom groaned and pushed into me. Dropping the washcloth, I grabbed her breasts and began to massage them, paying special attention to the hardening nipples. She leaned forward against the tiled shower wall and pushed her butt into me.
“Oh Terry, you make me feel so good.”
I said, “I want you so much...I can’t keep my hands off of you. I need you.”
I took my dick in my hand and guided to toward her hot, wet velvety slit. Slowly I eased the head of my dick into her. We moaned as my shaft slid into her well-lubricated vagina. She was so wet and tight.
When I was completely inside of her, she flexed her vaginal muscles. I almost came on the spot. The feeling was incredible. My dick was held so tight that it took a concerted effort to move it.
“Did you like that?” Mom asked.
“Oh wow, that was unbelievable,” I answered.
“I just want to make my lover happy.”
It struck me that I was indeed her lover…I had always been her son but now…lover also.
I started to piston my dick into her. My speed increased as I felt that now familiar tingling in my balls.
Mom was humping her ass into me moaning her love for me, over and over.
She began to stiffen and tremble as her orgasm hit. She let out a whining sound and forced herself back into me so hard that I almost lost my balance.
I redoubled my efforts and chanting what was now my mantra, “I love you…I love you.”
I shot load after load of cum into her womb.
Mom’s legs gave out and I lowered the two of us onto the floor of the shower. She was sitting on my lap with my softening dick still inside her. We sat there for a while letting the water run over us.
We got up and rinsed off. We got out of the shower and toweled each other dry.
We realized that we needed to eat so we dressed and we went to a diner that was close by and ate a hearty breakfast. We spent the day seeing the sights of Columbia, the capitol building and other anti-bellum buildings that survived Sherman’s March during the Civil War. We were laughing, hugging and kissing like we were a honeymoon couple.
Mom did some souvenir shopping for Rachel and Uncle Freddy. We had dinner in a small restaurant we found. Mom really loved the food, kind of northern Italian. We had drinks and once again shared a bottle of wine.
After dinner we went window shopping and just wandered around the downtown area in no real rush to get back to the hotel. It seemed that right now just being with this beautiful and loving woman was enough. Finally, we made our way to the hotel.
On getting to the room, Mom asked me to make a couple of drinks. She started to remove her dress. She asked me to unzip her and she stood there with her back to me. I walked over to her and slowly pulled the zipper down. It stopped just above her ass. I reached inside the now open dress and caressed her bra-covered breasts. I reached back and unhooked the bra and brought my hands back to her breasts.
Mom leaned back and put her head on my shoulder.
“I love the feeling of you touching my body, Terry. I don’t ever want you to stop.”
“Don’t worry about that, Mom, I will never stop touching and loving you.”
I reached up and slid the dress and bra from her shoulders and they fell to the floor. I then pulled her panties off and they joined the dress and bra on the floor.
Mom turned around and started to remove my pants as I unbuttoned my shirt. She removed my boxers and we embraced. We kissed and our tongues explored each other’s mouth.
Mom pushed me down on to the bed and straddled me. She started kissing my neck and moved down to my chest. She continued to kiss her way down my body, until her face was right above my stiff dick.
Mom took my dick in her hands and kissed the tip. She licked the pre-cum off of her lips and said, “Umm that’s good.”
She began to kiss and lick up and down my shaft. Nipping at the tip with her teeth. She took the head of my dick into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
I was lying on the bed moaning and gasping. There is nothing like having a loving woman sucking and licking your dick. It is even more intense when that woman is your own mother.
She continued to take more and more of my dick into her mouth until it was completely in her mouth. She began to slide up and down on my dick sucking and licking me.
I began to feel the tingling in my balls and knew that I would soon be cumming. I told Mom that I was close and she lifted her head and said, “Yes, my darling cum, cum in my mouth.”
I felt the hot cream start up my shaft and arched my back. I put my hands on Mom’s head and tried to push my dick down her throat.
I groaned, “Oh God…MOM…MOM…I’m Cumming …cumming,”
I yelled as my dick erupted into her soft, wet, loving mouth.
Mom began to suck harder and when I began to shoot my load into her mouth she pulled back, keeping only the head of my dick in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed all of my cum.
I couldn’t believe that anything could feel so wonderful.
When I stopped cumming, Mom moved up and looked me in the eyes. There was a small dribble of cum running from the corner of her mouth and I moved forward and licked it off of her face. She smiled at me and I pulled her into me and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue pushed into her mouth and I could taste the remnants of my semen.
I whispered to her, “Mom, that was wonderful, Oh God; I love you so much.”
“I just want to make my son happy,” she answered.
“Oh, you have. Now I want to make you happy,” I said as I moved her to her back.
I kissed her lips softly then started to kiss my way to her breasts. I lingered there sucking and kissing her nipples. Mom put her hands on my head holding me to her breast. She was starting to breath heavily.
I slowly continued my trip down her body. Kissing, licking and biting my way to her stomach stopping at her belly button and then to the top of her pubic bush. Mom didn’t shave but she did keep it trimmed. I could smell her musk. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. My dick seemed to instantly get hard. But, it was my intention to pleasure my Mother not myself…at least not now.
I breathed in her scent. I began to lick and kiss all around her pussy. I went up and down the outside of her slit.
Mom was writhing and squirming beneath my face.
She was panting and saying, “Oh Terry…Oh Terry…that feels so good. Please… Oh please don’t stop.”
I then began my attack on her vagina. I spread the lips of her labia and stuck my tongue into the wet velvety slit. She was so wet. I licked up her juices. My God…she was delicious…I never wanted to stop. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. I was in heaven. I had tasted the nectar of the gods and I was addicted.
I then moved to her clit, the little nubbin was erect and puffy. I gently licked and caressed my Mom’s clit taking it into my mouth and sucking it gently.
I pushed first one finger and then two fingers into my mother’s vagina. I started to slowly saw them into and out of her wet love hole. All the while I was servicing the clit.
Mom started to whine and moan. She wrapped her thighs around my head and with her hands she pushed me into her vagina. She was telling me to suck her and to love her with my fingers.
“Terry…Terry…I love you…don’t stop…Please DON”T STOP…LOVE ME …LOVE ME.”
She began to shake and tremble. I knew that she was close to cumming. I moved my fingers faster and faster. Her vagina spewed her juices out and I tried to suck them up. My face and hand were covered with her nectar. I kept working her clit and pussy until I felt her body start to go limp.
I untangled myself from her hands and legs and moved up her body until I was looking my mother in the eyes. She looked at me and smiled.
She said, “Terry, my son…no one has ever made me cum so hard before. You have given me more pleasure than any one else in the world. I love you more than anything.”
I smiled at her and said, “Mom, I love you and all I want is to give you pleasure and make you happy.”
“You have most certainly have done that, my beautiful boy …no… my beautiful man…my lover.”
I leaned down and kissed her. My face was covered with her love juice and she began to lick it off. I was in heaven.
I lay next to her with my arms around her kissing and hugging. The desire for her body built up in me until I my dick was once again like a steel beam.
“Mom, I want you…I need to be in you…I have to have you.”
Mom rolled onto her back. She held her arms out to me while she spread her legs. “Come to me my love…Come and take your Mother.”
I move on top of her and she reached down and guided me into her sweet hot vagina. There was no rush. We took our time and I slowly and lovingly stroked my dick in and out of her. We went on like this for what seemed like years.
Mom was telling me how wonderful it felt to have her vagina wrapped around my dick. She told me that she had never felt so full.
I swore my love for her and said that having my dick in her tight love hole was heaven.
As our passions increased so did the speed of our fucking. We kept going until Mom started to shake and gasp for air. She started to moan that she was getting close. I began to feel that noe familiar tightening in my balls and dick. I was also close.
I began to hammer my dick into her vagina. Mom lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She was humping her hips in rhythm with my strokes.
I forced my lips to hers and my tongue attacked her’s. She accepted my tongue into her mouth as she had accepted my dick into her vagina.
Mom began to scream into my mouth as she came. Her vagina oozed her juices all over my dick.
This once again sent me over the edge and I felt my load start up my shaft and explode into my mother. As I pushed my dick as far into her as possible, the head of my dick hit her cervix and I shot load after load of my sperm directly into her womb.
I kept repeating, “Oh Mom I love you …I love you.”
Mom was moaning, “Terry…Terry…Terry…don’t ever stop loving me.”
Finally my balls were empty and I stopped ejaculating. I moved to Mom’s side. She turned with me keeping my dick inside of her. We lay there joined at the hips, softly kissing.
We fell into a deep slumber still joined.
As usual, I was up before the sun. I had moved during the night and I was no longer in my mother. I looked over at her and just lay there watching her breathe. She seemed so peaceful.
Not wanting to wake her, I very slowly got out of the bed and made my way the bathroom. I was brushing my teeth when the door opened and Mom walked in and put her arms around me.
She said, “I wanted to get up early so that we would have as much time together as possible. I have to catch the one o’clock plane…Oh my darling I don’t want to go…I want to be with you all of the time.”
“I don’t want to lose you, either, Mom. What are we going to do?” I asked.
Ever the realist, Mom said, “What we are going to do Terry. You will go back to the Army and I am going to go home. We have to get back to our lives…but we don’t have to worry about that for another couple of hours.”
We went back to bed and made love, fucking, sucking and licking each other until we had to go to the airport so Mom could catch the plane home. We didn’t even stop for something to eat.
When we got to the airport we grabbed a sandwich and sat waiting for her flight. We were kissing and hugging like two lovers. No one really took notice, as there were a number of couples doing the same thing. For the first time I called my mom by her given name, Sarah. We really didn’t want to raise too many eyebrows.
Mom was one of the last passengers to board the plane. We kissed passionately one last time and I let her go. She walked onto the plane looking back a number of times. I stood and watched her and then watched the plane until it was out of sight. I caught the bus back to Fort Jackson.
The next morning we were shipped to the AIT Company and spent the next month learning even more ways to kill people and how to make it hard for the enemy to kill us.
Let me know if there should be a Part 2.