Here I stand. In front of God, the world, and everyone with my mother bent over her great grandmother’s tombstone with my cock buried deep inside her soaking wet cunt. How the hell did I get here?
My name is Brandon and I was a nineteen year old college student at a university in northern Illinois. I’m from a small town in the southern end of the state where my mother lived. At 5’10 and 150 lbs I was fit enough to be on any team I liked, but I wasn't into sports, I was too busy either studying or chasing chicks on the quad. I was lucky to be assigned a single person dorm room which was nice, like my own fortress of solitude. To me, it was great! To my mother, it was a nightmare. She didn't want me to be so far from home, and being that she was my mother, it’s her right to worry. Her name was Georgia, and at age 40 she was still in good shape being 5’5 and 128 lbs. My friends in high school said she looked like Marilyn Monroe with red hair and C-cup tits. I didn't really see it, I just saw mom.
She insisted on calling me every other week to see if I needed or wanted anything, that or talk for a while. Most of the time, I think she was a little lonely, which I didn't really get that much. She was seeing some douche bag from a few doors down. Jimmy, his name was, was a few years older them me at twenty-three. He kind of looked like me except for his arm sleeve tattoos and the way he dressed, all baggy and white trashy. I had seen him around, and talked to him a few times. To be honest, I really didn't like him with or around my mother. He always had weird people coming in and out of his place, and was always bumming something off of mom or me. I almost think he was a drug dealer. I didn't at that time know what it was my mother saw in him.
A few weeks before midterms I was studying for the exam in my dorm when mom called. Not to seem rude, I answered and went on reading while having a half-way conversation.
“You are going to show up for the reunion, right Brandon?” she asked “I don’t want to answer any awkward questions about why you aren't there.”
I responded with, “Yeah that sounds great, mom.” As I flipped the pages in my textbook.
“Good! Maybe you could entertain your cousins while Aunt Martha and I cook the first day or so. That would be so sweet of you,” she said, sounding slightly relieved. Not that I really noticed.
“Uh huh,” I muttered while I was scribbling notes about some inane topic from the book.
“Oh, so you know, I sent you more of those cookies you like. Let me know when you get them, honey. Wouldn't want your class mates to eat them before you can,” she laughed.
“Funny ma. Thanks,” I chuckled a little.
“I got to go Hun, My shift starts in an hour. Love you.”
“Love you too, mom. Bye,” I said as I hung up, not fully sure what the conversation was about.
And I nearly forgot about the reunion and the conversation until I was walking into my room after just taking the midterm exams, lying on my bed and looking at the calendar. In big red letters for the following week, the word “REUNION” stood out.
“Ah, shit,” I thought to myself as I grabbed for my phone. Being Friday afternoon, I figured that she would be getting ready for her shift at the bar. I had to ask her if I could stay with her during reunion week. I flipped my cell open and called the house.
*RIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG* Went the line.
*RIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG* Where was she?
*RIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG* the answering machine took over and I hung up.
Maybe she was already there I thought, and then I texted her. “Hey mom, give me a call. I have to ask you a few things about next week.”
I lay my cell on the side table and stare at the ceiling. Less than five minutes later I was getting a call from my mom’s number which I answered. But I wasn't expecting to hear what came across the line.
In a hushed voice, Jimmy said, “Hey kid, listen to this!” and he put the phone mute and speaker then down on a table. I heard him walk away and that’s when I heard it, my mother!
“Mmmm, you back to fuck me? You back to stuff your cock into your mothers cunt? Fucking get that prick in my pussy, Brandon! “ she said with a seductive tone. “Mmmm yes fuck your mother! Make me cum again! I need it!”
Then I heard the bed they were on start to creak. Jimmy never said a word but mom got louder.
“FUCK MY CUNT, BRANDON! FUCK YOUR MOTHER, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I was so astounded at what I was hearing that I simply hung up. It was also at this time that I became painfully aware of the tightness in the crotch of my pants where my erection was trying with all its might to rip its way out of my jeans to freedom and pleasure.
I lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes trying to figure out what I had just heard. “Does my mother want me to fuck her?” I thought. “How could that be?” I raked my hands through my hair to avoid absentmindedly rubbing my cock. “Why did Jimmy have me find out like this… or at all?”
My hard-on was threatening a revolution if I didn't rub one out, and I was trying so hard not to give in as thoughts swirled around in my head. After what seemed like forever but was likely only about five minutes I ripped my pants off and jacked off to thoughts of my mother begging for me to fuck her. It didn't take long for me to shoot a massive load into a tissue. And after all that, the only thought that passed my weary mind was, “Well fuck! I guess I’m going to hell. And my mother might just be joining me.” And with that I passed out.
The following day I slept in, having no classes to worry about for a few weeks. At around ten forty-five in the morning, my cell phone went off and woke me up from some interesting dreams. I picked up the cell and held it over my head, trying to lazily see with my tired eyes, who was calling me. To my surprise and to some degree my shame, it was my mom. I hesitate for a moment or two, thinking about the things I head the night before. “Well if we’re going to talk about it, might as well get it over with. In for a penny in for a pound!” I said to myself and accepted the call.
“Hello,” I greeted my mother while rubbing my face.
“Honey, I’m so sorry that I didn't get your text till now. Works been crazy the last few days. What did you need to ask me?” she said, sounding almost oblivious of the things she was saying the other day.
“I um…” I said unsure what I should say. I wanted to confront her about what I heard.
“Brandon, what is it?” she said.
I choked on asking about that. “I wanted to make sure I could crash there for the week during the reunion.” I was embarrassed even in my head but bringing it out in the open to talk about? I wasn't sure I’d be able to do that.
“Of course you can Hun. I’ll get your bed ready for you. When will you be on your way then?” she asked almost gleefully.
“Tomorrow afternoon or evening. I’ll be taking 45 till Effingham then the I-70 till I’m home.”
“OK then baby. Is that all you needed?” she asked. In the background I could hear the screen door closing behind Jimmy as he enters the house, calling out for my mother.
“Yeah mom thanks,” I answered.
“Good because I have company, sweetie. Bye! I love you!” she said a little hurriedly.
“Love you ma,” I said and hung up. That was awkward, and I’m not sure if it was better or worse not talking about it. What I did know was that I was painfully hard again after hearing her voice. “Fuck,” I thought. “There’s no doubt about it, I am going to hell.” And I began to masturbate again to thoughts of my mother. Author's Note:
This was the first chapter of the series and my first proper story. I hope you liked it so far as I have a lot to come.
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