My dad traveled a lot for work so my mom was both mother and father to me. We had a great time together. She even learned how to throw a baseball so she could play catch with me. Mom became very good at it.
I missed my dad but it was nice to be able to spend so much time with my mom. She didn’t act old like the other moms. Even my friends would say how cool they thought my mom was.
She was the one who taught me about the birds and the bees. I didn’t understand all what she was explaining to me, but I understood enough to be embarrassed.
I think I was like 14 when she told me about it. I really didn’t think a whole lot about it until about a year later. That’s when I began noticing girls looked a little different than they had. And I got some very unusual feelings when I was around them.
Even the guys were acting different now. They would always tell me that my mom looked hot. At first I didn’t like to hear them say that, but after a while I had to agree with them. I never saw her as a woman before. She was always just Mom.
When I turned 16, a girl named Sally and I began spending a lot of time together. I was really getting some strange feelings when I was close to her. She was the first girl I got a hard-on just by being near her. I tried to not let her see it.
One night as I was watching tv, I decided to ask my mom about what I was feeling when I was close to Sally. I knew she had told me all about this stuff, but I really wasn’t paying much attention at the time.
Mom had just finished talking to my dad on the phone. She looked sad. I knew she missed him very much. He had not been home in over 3 weeks.
“You ok, Mom?”
She wiped away a tear from her eye and smiled at me. The guys were right. She is hot.
“I just miss your dad, that’s all.”
“I miss him too Mom. I wish he could be home more.”
“So do I, Michael”
“Can I ask you something, Mom?”
“Sure, Honey. You can ask me anything.”
I started telling her about Sally and me. She smiled as I talked. I don’t know if she was happy I had a girlfriend or happy that I would talk to her about this.
“I feel kind of strange when I’m with her. I don’t know how to explain it. But it’s like I can’t get close enough to her. I mean I want to be with her all the time.”
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yea, I really do. That’s why I get nervous. I don’t want her to think I’m crazy or something.”
Mom looked at me and laughed. She put her arms around me and hugged me.
“Michael, she won’t think you are crazy. I’m sure she is feeling the same things you are.”
I felt like saying that I doubted Sally had a hard-on that was trying to rip through her pants. But I thought I best keep that to myself.
“I’m not sure how I should kiss her. I mean I’ve never kissed a girl that I liked before. The little kisses I give to my aunts are the only kind I know.”
“You have to be soft and tender when you kiss a girl. No matter how old they are, they like their lips to be caressed by yours. It’s kind of feels like they are melting together.”
I looked at her like she was explaining how to build a rocket engine. She saw my expression and laughed.
“Let me show you what I mean.”
She leaned over and put her lips on mine. I felt a surge of warmth flow through my body. It felt like she was softly chewing on my lips with hers. I loved the feeling. It did feel like my lips were melting into hers.
I began feeling all the things I felt when I was with Sally and more. I forgot that it was my mom who was kissing me. I felt hot all over and my cock was becoming rock hard in my pants. I kissed her back.
Mom must have forgotten she was kissing me also. Her mouth opened and her tongue spread my lips apart. Soon our tongues were swirling wildly in each other’s moths. So this was what a French kiss felt like.
My mom’s hand slid behind my head as she pulled me closer to her. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth. I had never felt this sensation before. I responded by sliding my tongue as far into her mouth as I could. I heard her moan as I did that.
I wondered if I should stop. It felt so incredible I just couldn’t. But this was my mom. Again I put that out of my mind and continued sharing the most incredible kiss with her.
I didn’t know what to do next. My cock was trying to pry its way out of my pants. My mind was going a thousand different directions. It felt so good and yet I knew it was so wrong. The good feeling totally outweighed the bad.
I was enjoying the kiss so much I didn’t notice my arms were around my mom and I was pulling her body against mine. She felt so warm, so soft.
My mom turned more towards me and slid her one leg over me. She was now sitting facing me. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest. My cock was pulsating wildly. I’ve never felt that before.
I wanted to do something but I didn’t know what. I wanted to put my cock somewhere but didn’t know where. My hands slid down to my mom’s butt. She wiggled it a bit as they touched her.
Her hips were now rocking against my swollen cock. I could feel her body touching mine. My mom’s pussy was against my cock. I mean we had clothes between us, but still, her pussy was closer than any woman’s pussy had ever been to my cock before.
What should I do now? Do I undress my mom? Should I feel her tits? I had no idea what to do, but I felt like I should be doing something.
Just as I was going crazy wondering what to do, mom’s hands slid under my shirt and pushed it up over my head. She kissed my lips softly again and then began kissing my neck. The feel of her lips on my skin made my body shake.
I guess I was in shock because I couldn’t move. It was like I was frozen. Yet I was on fire inside. I know she felt my cock throbbing against her pussy. It didn’t seem to bother her at all. She moved as though she knew exactly what to do next.
I was getting my birds and bees lesson all over. This time it was a hand’s on experience.
Her lips closed around my left nipple as she sucked it between them. I know she could hear me moan. I don’t know why I moaned, it just came out. She didn’t seem affected by it. She moved to my right nipple and sucked it just the same way.
Should I unbutton her top? Should I say something?
I know she could feel me trembling as her lips traced a path down my chest to my navel. She slid her tongue in it and wiggled it around. Her tits were now over my cock. It jumped at them like a hungry wild animal.
I lay back and closed my eyes. I imagined my cock between her tits. I had seen them once a few years ago as she was changing clothes. At the time I didn’t think anything of it. Now that vision was clear in my mind. And my mom did have great tits.
As my mind was lost in my fantasy of having my cock between my mom’s tits, her hands were busy untying my sweat pants. When I realized what she was doing, my thoughts of having my cock between her tits disappeared. I now was wondering what I should do when she slid my pants off and saw how hard my cock was.
I felt her warm smooth hands on my hips as she slid my sweats over my knees and pushed them to the floor. I don’t believe she was even thinking about the fact that I was her son. She had been alone almost all the time now. I knew her womanly urges were guiding what she was doing.
Once again I thought about stopping her. I didn’t. I tried hard to imagine it was Sally who was between my legs and pulling my boxers off of me.
I felt my cock spring to attention as my boxers slid across it. It felt as though it were jumping. I knew that feeling well. It’s what I always felt right before I shot my load while masturbating. Oh God, please don’t blow your load yet.
She looked at my cock as it sprang to life once released from my boxers. She touched it with her fingers and I thought I would lose my mind. It twitched like it was trying to jump off of my body. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had never felt anything quite like that in my life.
“Mmmmmmm. Mama’s boy has a very big cock.”
My mouth dropped open. It was my mom’s voice I heard. But I had never heard her say words like that before. It aroused me as much as the touch of her hands on my cock.
She ran her fingers up and down the sides of my cock. Then she circled them around my tip. I knew she could tell it she was driving me crazy. My cock pulsated with each touch of her hand. I clenched my fists into the couch cushions trying to control my jumping cock.
I tried thinking of other things. It was no use. Mom’s lips touched the tip of my cock and I thought it would jump into her mouth. I was breathing heavy. My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock. I used every ounce of energy I had to not ejaculate. I didn’t want to do that in my mom’s face.
While I was thinking of ways not to cum, she was sliding my cock between her lips. It felt so soft and so warm. I moaned with pleasure. I didn’t want to moan but it came out anyway. There was never a time when I masturbated that I ever felt this wonderful.
I think that was the point in time when I tried to no longer think about my mom being the one sucking my cock. My body shook with arousal as her lips engulfed my cock and it disappeared into her mouth. I moaned again.
She swirled her tongue around my tip and she slid my cock in and out of her mouth. As my head would come in contact with her lips, she would slowly suck it in and out of her mouth. Then she would plunge my cock deep into her mouth again and again.
I don’t know how I was able to keep from shooting my cum into her mouth. I found my hands on the back of her head. I was pulling her downward while trying to thrust my cock deeper into her mouth. I heard her moaning.
Just when I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, she pulled her moist lips from my cock.
She looked at me and smiled as she unbuttoned her top. As she slid it off her shoulders my eyes couldn’t stop staring at her tits. They were as full and round as I had remembered. Her dark nipples stood out from them like sweet dark cherries. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at my mom’s tits.
Her hands cradled my head as she pulled my lips to her chest. Instinctively my mouth surrounded her nipple and I sucked it gently between my lips. My mom’s moans spurred me on. I licked and sucked each of her tits and nipples. I was like a starving man at a feast.
Her hips were rocking as I sucked her tits. She pulled my head tighter and tighter against her. I loved hearing her moans. They were so erotic. I wanted to continue to please her in any way I could. I wanted to hear her moans of pleasure.
She slid her skirt off. I saw she was wearing red panties. They had a wet spot by her pussy. She took my hands in hers and helped me slide them off of her. My hands shook as I saw her moist pussy appear before my eyes.
I had seen pictures of a nude woman before many times. But to see it for real was very arousing. The moisture on it glistened in the light. As she moved I could see her pussy lips parting slightly. My first instinct was to touch it.
My hand was trembling as I lowered it between her legs. She noticed this and took my hand in hers once again. With a gentle slow motion she placed my hand on her warm pussy. I thought I would cum when I felt how moist and smooth it felt.
I was hesitant as to what I should do. I didn’t know sensitive it was or how I should be touching it.
“Don’t worry, Michael. You won’t break it.”
I looked up and she was smiling at me. She looked so sexy. I knew she was my mom but at that moment she became my first time lover. It relaxed me somewhat to think of her in that way.
She was laying back on the couch with her legs over the edge of the cushion. I knelt between her legs. My cock was pressing hard against the couch. I slid it between the cushions to keep it from pulsing so wildly.
My mom closed her eyes laid back. My eyes traced a line down her body. Once again I admired her incredible tits. Her nipples had tasted sweeter than the cherries I had imagined them to be.
My eyes were now focused on her pussy. Her lips were pinkish in color. They were wet and seemed to part slightly with each breath she took. I found myself wanting to do so much more than just touch them.
Gently I placed my fingers on her moist lips. My body shook when I felt how warm and smooth they were. I shoved my cock hard into the cushions.
Her lips parted as my fingers slid across them. I had never felt anything like that in my life. It was like my fingers were being sucked into a silken pool of warm pudding. As I slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, her lips clamped tight against them. I loved the feel and the sound.
She moaned softly, adding to my excitement.
Her hips began to rock against my fingers as I slid them in and out of her pussy. Soon we had developed a rhythm that allowed my fingers to plunge deep inside her silken walls. As her hips rocked so did my cock into the cushions.
I felt her back arch. Soon I felt a warm flow over my fingers. I made my mom cum. Her pussy became even silkier. I continued to probe gently now with three fingers.
She continued to moan softly. It was driving me wild to hear her.
After she had cum again, she slid her hands down and pulled my fingers from inside of her. With another motion she placed her hands behind my head and pulled my face towards her cum drenched pussy.
I wondered what I should do now.
Once I was close enough to get a scent of her, my male instincts took over. Her hands were still resting on the back of my head as my lips touched her pulsating pussy lips.
I kissed with the same soft kiss she had demonstrated to me earlier. It was the very same kiss that had led us to this point.
I gently gummed her pussy with my lips. I could taste her juices that had just a while ago flowed over my fingers. It was warm and creamy against my lips. I found myself licking it off my lips.
Her body jumped as she felt my tongue touch her swollen lips. She pulled me tight against her and began rocking her hips. Her warm wet pussy was grinding against my mouth. My tongue slid between my lips and deep inside her. She moaned loudly this time. So did I.
As my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, she rocked her hips harder against me. Her hands were pulling my hair as she tried to force me even deeper into her. I was gently munching her pussy lips with my mouth as my tongue swirled inside her silk tunnel.
My cock was soaked with pre-cum. It was now sliding in and out of the couch cushions on a slippery coating of my own cum. I was amazed at how hard my cock had stayed. We had been doing this for quite some time.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden thrust upward of her hips. At the same time she pulled my hair even more. Her body shook as I heard her almost scream as she moaned.
Her warm silky cum flowed over my tongue. It filled my mouth and ran out the corners. I felt one, two, three hard thrusts of her hips. Each time I was rewarded with another taste of her warm creamy cum.
“Oh my God, Michael!”
She was panting as she grabbed me by the shoulders and slid me up over body. She kissed me wildly and at the same time she guided my hard throbbing cock between her wet pussy lips.
It took my breath away. I think I actually gasped at the pleasure I was feeling as my cock plunged into her hot wet pussy.
The feeling was like none I’ve ever experienced before. Although the night had been one new incredible feeling after another, this was the best one of all.
Her hips rocked hard against me. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me even tighter. My legs were shaking as I tried to drive my cock completely through her.
I was panting again. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest. My body was convulsing as I tried to fight my orgasm.
Faster and faster our bodies moved towards each other. We filled the room with our moaning and panting.
“Oh my God! “ It was my turn to scream that out.
I thought my cock was exploding as it shot out its first load of cum. It felt like a fire hose gushing. Mom screamed as her body twitched with her own orgasm. I was feeling her hot cum surrounding my cock. Another pulse of my cock and I was shooting my next load deep inside her.
Our bodies rocked with orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t think I would stop cuming. Most time when I would masturbate, I would have three or four blasts of cum. I was on my fifth and it didn’t feel like it would ever end.
Our bodies were wet with perspiration. Both of us were shaking. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, my cock stopped pulsing. I was completely drained.
I felt her pussy close tight against my cock as she came once more. My cock was beginning to become limp as her last flow of warm cum coated it.
Exhausted, I fell to my knees between her legs. I don’t know how long I laid there.
When I looked up, her eyes were closed. Her breathing was slowing. She seemed so very content.
I admired her slim sexy body. I looked once more at her incredible tits and sweet nipples. I pulled the cover from the back of the couch and laid it over her.
I was too weak to go up to bed. I curled up on the floor below her.
I smiled as I closed my eyes. I was so glad I was a Mama’s boy.
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