It was Saturday night, and I had struck out. Again. Plenty of pussy on the pavilion, but when I slow-rolled the pussy wagon, they just tittered behind their hands. I even briefly considered quail hunting, but that lyric from Jim Croce's song, "Five Short Minutes," kept running through my head.

I was tempted, though. Three or four more years (or five or six for some, but FUCK they were SO FUCKING HOT!). But I'm too young to become some lifer's prison wife. So by 9:30, I decided my prospects for the evening were down to Lucy Lefty and her five sisters, and headed home.

I was surprised to see the cars of the coffee klatch in the driveway. Dad was out west, honchoing a merger between two multinational companies that would keep him there for weeks. So I thought mom might have some people over, but not the whole squad. I parked in my usual spot out back and entered through the kitchen. I had uttered a polite "Good evening, ladies," when I caught their eyes on me. Four looked like hungry lionesses who had just discovered a lamb in their midst. Mom's face was straight Mount Rushmore, solid stone. Holy shit! Those women hadn't been discussing my bedroom exploits, had they? Head down, eyes front, I scurried upstairs to my room.

My evening laid out, my favorite porn sites on different tabs, preparatory to self-indulgent sexual satisfaction (or masturbation, for you with limited vocabularies), but with what I had seen below, my mind was focused on what they could be talking about. I knew those women already shared their intimate details with each other. It wasn't a major leap that they would also repeat them to my mother. How would she take it? That her son, old enough to vote but not drink liquor, would have carnal relations with women as old if not older than her? It's a big step from mommy's little boy to mommy's young man. Was she learning that mommy's young man (not so little, if they got that deep into the details) was having sex with her friends?

I don't know how long I thought of the possibilities, but it was much later, when the bedroom door swung open and mom stepped in. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, holding a goblet stem three-quarters full of red wine. And wearing that same stone face.

"Just you and me now. Me and my son, the teen-age stud. Those women had nothing but good to say about you. How your performance was superior to their husbands. I just sat there, listening to them recount how you seemed to know how to pleasure them. Yes, I listened to them and thought, why not me? My son's spreading happiness around the neighborhood, what about dear old mom? Are you so blind you haven't noticed your father has been gone more than he's been home?"

She walked to my bed. "Stand up."

I stood in front of her. She sat the goblet on the nightstand, ran her fingers through my hair. "Kiss me," she whispered.

There's a song with a lyric "She had kisses sweeter than wine." As our tongues danced, hers were.

Brain: Sweet Jesus! She's your mom! Of course, you know this is wrong.

Me: Maybe, but she's the woman of my dreams. Literally. My first masturbation fantasy, my first wet dream, she was the woman. This is those dreams come true.

Brain: You need to be careful not to hurt her. She might regret going where this is leading. Think it through with the big head.

Me: Gotcha.

She pulled her head back. "Mmm, you've been practicing. What else have you been practicing?"

"Mom..." I began.

She put a finger to my lips. "We can talk later. I needed a little liquid courage to overcome my reluctance, and tonight is the right time. I've watched you grow up into this big, beautiful man who has haunted me in my dreams for so long. When my friends told me of you and them, I knew it had to be now. It was easy to get them talking, comparing notes. Now it's my turn. Come with me. Let's move to a larger playground."

She picked up her glass and, with an arm around my waist, led me down the hallway to her bedroom. She set the glass on the nightstand, turned to face me, ran her hands under my shirt, massaging my pecs. She lifted the shirt with her wrists, my arms automatically raising for her to remove it.

She stepped back. "Impressive." She moved back in, held my head between her hands, planted her lips on mine, her tongue demanding entry. This wasn't the soft, leisurely kiss of before. There was a hunger, an urgency, a fire building that would not soon be quenched. Her hands moved down to my pecs, massaging them again, pinching and twisting my nipples. I was surprised at my reaction, a bolt of electricity to Mr. Johnson, taking him from tumescent to ready for action. Her hands continued south, reached around, grabbed my ass, pulled my pelvis to hers, grinding it against mine. She pulled back, looking at me with eyes ablaze with lust, knelt down and pulled my shorts and boxers off with a single movement.

Mr. Johnson made his debut fully erect, a pulse causing him to bob up and down. She took it in, eyes wide, lips turned up in a smile that said it all. "VERY impressive! Now I see why those other women want seconds."

She stood and removed her shirt, then pulled her shorts to her knees, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them. Now she looked at me, ogling her, my mouth dry, tongue licking suddenly dry lips. She reached behind and with a practiced motion unhooked her bra. Shrugging her shoulders, she let it fall. There in all their glory were those breasts of my dreams. Her aureolae were brown, her nipples pink, standing hard either from the cool room or her excitement. Her eyes held mine as her thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties, pulling them down a few inches at a time, first one side, then the other. Like the shorts, when they reached her knees, she let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them.

There she stood, naked, proud and unashamed. There I stood, heart beating so loud I thought I could hear it. If ever a woman idealized the term "MILF," she was it.

All I could do was stare. "Wow," I breathed.

She gave me a crooked little smile, stepping up to me. "I'm going to enjoy you. Lay back."

I leaned back, using my elbows to pull me up to the headboard. She crawled after me, covering my body with hers when I stopped at the pillows. Her mouth descended onto mine, delicate little kisses, her tongue lightly tracing my lips, before moving to my ear and down to my neck. Mr. Johnson was rubbing against her pussy lips, wet with her lubrication, but she shifted to the side, avoiding him. She moved to my pecs, sucking my nipples, suctioning and tonguing them to attention, then gently nipping them. She lay her head on my abdomen, grasped Mr. Johnson and bent him to her.

"Hi there, big guy. Been waiting long? You should come here more often". She stroked him a few times, bringing a large bubble to the tip. "Now, don't cry, momma's going to take good care of you." This brought another bubble out, making the first one drool down the head. Her tongue snaked out, lapping up the overflow, tracing it up to capture the one on top. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, how about a little kiss?" Her lips opened, covering the glans, before closing over the ridge behind the head. Her tongue rasped over the head as she began a light, rhythmic suctioning.

That's all it took. My hands reflexively grabbed her head, legs stiffened, pelvis rotated up, and I came! "Oh fuck mom, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The light suctioning became stronger, murmurs of contentment intensifying. When I finished, she moved back, and I heard her gulp three times. "So much," she exclaimed, "and so delicious."

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a warning..." I began.

She sat up, taking a drink from her wine glass. "No, it's what I wanted. The first one was going to be quick and copious, and now that it's out of the way, we can get down to some serious business. The others say you are particularly good at oral. I'm hoping I haven't taken so much out of you that you can't demonstrate your talent."

Setting the glass down, she moved to the center of the bed, laying on pillows with her head against the headboard. Knees bent, feet flat, legs open, hands at the top of her thighs forming a cradle for my head. "Come to momma, baby. Come eat momma's pussy"

There it was, the feast she had prepared for me. A semicircle of soft hair above, glistening evidence of her excitement below. Outer lips slightly parted, a peek-a-boo view of the inner lips framing the entrance beyond. The hood atop retracted, displaying the shining pearl of her oyster. It called to me, beckoning me back to the place of my beginning. A siren song, I drew closer and closer until I felt her hands around my head, gently pulling me forward, my lips now on hers.

She crossed her feet over my back, softly holding me against her vulva. My tongue spreading her lips from bottom to top brought sharp inhalation through gritted teeth. I began making out with her vagina, my tongue licking inside and out as my lips massaged hers. I could hear her sighs, her hands moving my head where she desired, while her pelvic undulations responded. She pulled me up, so my mouth covered her clit. A slight suction, the tip of my tongue rapidly flicking across it, elicited louder cries. "Mmm, that's so good, so good, my good boy, you're my good boy. Oh yes, right there, keep that up, oh God I'm coming, you're making me come, yes, yes, unh, unh, unh, it's lasting, so good, so good."

I wanted her orgasm to be as earth-shattering as mine, and I remembered how to do it. Two fingers into her vagina, feel for that rough spot against the anterior wall, firmly rub it while putting a harder vacuum over her clit and rubbing it hard with my tongue.

It was a bolt of lightning. Her hands crammed my face into her vulva, her leg muscles flexed, holding my head in place, her thighs locked over my ears. And she howled. God Almighty, did she howl! It's a good thing we had no close neighbors, or they would have called the cops.

I don't know how long it lasted (I was kind of busy), but she finally relaxed, legs falling to the side, hands releasing my head. Looking up, I caught her eyes as I gave her pussy a parting kiss. She was breathing hard (I guess epic orgasms are hard work), a ruby blush from her breasts to her hair, half-lidded eyes. The look of a well-fucked woman.

"Wherever did you learn how to do that?"

"The Internet, mom. You can learn just about anything on the Internet, especially the porn sites."

She moved down to the pillows, beckoning me up. "I've never felt anything like that in my life," she said as she leaned in to kiss me.

"Mom, I should wash my face and maybe brush my teeth?"

She dismissed it with a laugh. "Don't be shocked, your dear old mom is no stranger to the taste of pussy. It was a long time ago in my wild, younger days.

I got up to use the ensuite. She followed shortly after. I wondered which view I liked better, going or coming. The coming won by two nipples.

She slipped under the sheet I had covered myself with, her hand grasping my manhood as her lips took my neck, her tongue laving against gentle suction.

"That was the appetizer, what's the main course?" she purred.

Mr. Johnson understood perfectly. He was standing at attention, ready for service.

She wrapped her arms around me and rolled, pulling me on top. She looked into my eyes and said, "I'm ready, baby, fuck me now. Stick that big cock in me and fuck me like you did the others."

She held my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and I took it from there. In a moment, I was fully seated, her moan a testament to her need. Her legs hooked over mine as I fed my cock into her pussy. My full weight was on her, hands full of her ass, pile-driving her into the mattress. She grunted every time I hit bottom, a steady "Unh, unh, unh." Her eyes were closed, her face frozen in concentration, chasing the big "O."

I remembered something I had seen on a porn site. My hands moved to her feet, lifting them from my legs. I hooked one, then the other, over my shoulders, then grabbed her ass again. Now I was getting deeper than before and could graze my cock shaft over her clit. Her eyes opened, seemingly seeing me for the first time. Her two hands grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. She continued to grunt even as her tongue aggressively fought mine.

"I can feel it," she panted. "I'm going to come. I want you to come in me, fill me with your seed. I've waited so long to feel it, now I can finally have it. Give it to me, give it to me, come, come, come."

Then it hit. Her whole body quivered, her pelvic muscles spastically contracting, head thrown back, eyes wide, a long, drawn-out "Aaahhhh."

Hers triggered my own. I held my cock fully inserted, the tip against her cervix, bolt after bolt of forbidden semen washing its face. With her pelvic muscles contracted, she could feel every pulse, with each a whispered "Yes!"

Then it was over. I lowered her legs and moved to her side. "Are you okay, mom?"

"More than okay. You were magnificent. It was everything I had dreamed of."

"So, what happens now?"

"Well," she said, "First you get a towel to catch all this semen before it gets onto the sheets. I thought I had sucked it all out of you, but it appears you reload pretty quickly."

When I came back with a hand towel, she had already taken her shirt and used it to catch the flow. I was surprised at the volume, especially since it was the second ejaculation in such a short time.

I climbed back into bed, covering us with the sheet, towel in place. "That's not what I meant."

"I know. We're going to have to figure it out. But I'm not going to deny myself anymore. I want this to continue. We will have to be extremely careful your father doesn't find out. But between his business trips and social commitments, we should have ample opportunities. That is, if you want it to continue, too."

I turned towards her, my lips on her neck, a hand fingering her labia. "I do. You've been in my dreams since puberty, and tonight has shown me how physical love is so much better with an emotional basis." The finger began massaging her clit, my lips traveling up her face, over to hers. I rolled back atop her, my cock having become re-erect. My knees parted her legs, and I lowered my pelvis and reentered her. "I'm going to do this as often as you will let me."

"Roll over. No, don't pull out, just roll over." With her on top, she smiled down at me and said, "Now I'll run the show." And she began to ride. She shifted back and leaned to drag my shaft over her clit, her mouth on my neck. "I want you to come in me again, I want to feel your cock pulsing, filling me with your seed."

I grabbed her hips, rolled until she was back under me, grabbed her ass and pounded into her. She held my shoulders, making little grunts when I hit bottom. Then I came. "I'm coming, take it, take it, take my come." I could feel her pelvic muscles clamp down, rhythmically milking me, insuring delivery of every drop.

I rolled off, done for the night. The towel once again absorbed the outflow. Mom snuggled up, pulled the sheet over us as I turned out the light. We dozed off, embracing each other, knowing tomorrow we would have questions to answer.