Original Author: WildBill
My mother, Gina, called herself a perfect woman except for a certain problem. She was diagnosed with a mild form of depression, which usually afflicts women who are single or widowed, if they are not careful. We should all know a little about this condition, and as a rule of thumb, it is not only the scientific method that is used to treat such patients, but also the “heart”.
My name is Bobby. I was surprised one day when my mother said she had hung up at the psychiatric clinic and the doctor wanted me to accompany her to the appointment. Of course I wouldn’t say no; my mother had been in a state of mourning since my father died in the war five years ago, and I could understand how much she was suffering.
Before I continue the story, I should briefly introduce myself to you.
My mother, 38 years old, is about 5’9″ tall with red hair, 36C breasts, long legs and amazing blue-green eyes. She takes good care of her body and works out regularly at the gym.
And I’m 18 years old, 6’4″ tall, my hair color is brown, my eye color is similar to emerald, and of course, I’m in good shape.
In fact, from time to time, my mother would catch me ogling her figure with appreciation and desire in her eyes. And whenever she made a move to bend over, my dick would get an erection with it, and my heart would beat faster at the view in front of me, feeling appreciation for my mother’s round and firm ass. Once, when I was staring at her attractive buttocks, she caught me.
When she came home that day, she made my eyes light up. She was wearing a red blouse, a knee-length black skirt and a pair of red heels. I was watching the football game, but when she walked into the living room and bent over to gather up the laundry on the floor, I took my eyes off the TV. I was staring at her buttocks as if possessed, oblivious to where I was, and predictably, she easily noticed where I was looking. Later in the evening, she asked me to come into her bedroom to talk.
“Bobby, I noticed that you seemed to be staring at me when I was putting away my clothes? Did you like what you saw?”
The sudden question overwhelmed me, and I knew that my fondness for admiring her body was exposed.
“Mom, I guess I can’t deny that I did look at your ass. Can you forgive me?”
“Bobby, you know I love you, so I want you to know that I don’t mean to be blaming. I think that sons usually have an Oedipal complex, so fantasizing about having sex with their mothers should be normal. I want you to know that I don’t care at all about your move, I think it’s normal, except that I want you to keep it to yourself. You know what I mean? Bobby.”
“Got it, Mom. Thank you for being understanding and willing to let me continue to appreciate your beauty. But…honestly, I wish I could appreciate it a little more.”
“Really? Bobby. I’m really happy that you said I was pretty, Mom is getting old. Ever since your father was killed in the war five years ago, I’ve stopped feeling interested in bedlam. I think that might be what the doctor was going to discuss with us.”
“Regarding your speculation, I think we’ll have an answer first thing in the morning, Mom.”
“Baby, it’s time to go to bed, give me a good night kiss.”
I gave my mom a hug and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then I went back to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, I found myself with my mother’s ass in my head. I jerked off about three times that night. Constantly imagining what my mother would look like naked. Was her bottom a dark forest or bare? Which position did she prefer? Is anal sex acceptable? I figured that by tomorrow, after seeing the doctor, everything would be answered.
The next day, I wore a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers and waited for my mother to come downstairs. Twenty minutes later, my mother appeared, and at the sight of her, I couldn’t help but let out a gasp. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt, a purple blouse, sheer garter stockings, and black heels about four inches high. While admiring her clothes, my lower body immediately reacted.
Knowing what kind of effect she was having on me, she immediately lived to try on my pants and then saw the bulge in the crotch. She smiled at me as she went downstairs. Mom knew that what she was wearing excited me, and knew that I would do anything for her. We didn’t have time for small talk, however, and it looked like we were going to be late for our doctor’s appointment.
After arriving at the hospital, we caught up with the outpatient clinic in time and began discussing my mother’s condition. His thoughts were that his mother’s condition was not innocent, and that the mental problems she was experiencing could be the result of not having sex for a long period of time. There was a possibility that the condition could worsen if not addressed soon.
“I’ve thought it over carefully, and here’s what I’m proposing. First, I want Bobby to be with you for the entire session, and I want you to be completely compatible with each other. And I want you and Bobby to make love as often as physically possible. The more you make love, the better your chances of healing. Do you two have any comments on that?”
“So what kind of sex should we engage in?”
“It is up to you. The point is that you need to be genuinely committed and look at this with humor, so that you can relax and face the so-called moral bondage with ease. In addition, you need to feel the orgasm as much as possible. The more you feel it, the better your chances of healing. So don’t forget to add some erotic elements to your lovemaking.”
We didn’t say a word on the way home, and I was curious as to what was going on in my mother’s head right now. My mind, meanwhile, was filled with a million questions floating around. Would she really agree to have sex with me? Would she be okay with anything I did? What would she look like in bed?
A couple hours later, we finally arrive home. Getting out of the car, we went inside. I didn’t know what to do next, but Mom seemed to have an idea. Less than a few seconds after the door closed, she hugged me and gave me a passionate French kiss that I hadn’t experienced before. While embracing, she slipped her hand into my jeans and played with my rod. I suddenly felt like I was on the verge of cumming. However, she suddenly stopped and told me to meet her in her bedroom in fifteen minutes.
I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing. As Mom disappeared from my sight, I quickly stripped down and stood at the head of the living room, then surveyed myself in the mirror, quite confident about my body. With an erection, my cock was about nine inches long, not thick but hard. The wait was killing me, and I couldn’t resist running upstairs to my mother’s bedroom. She was wearing a set of underwear made by Victoria’s Secret. There was also a purple garter belt, purple stockings, and a purple thong. With all of this clothing on, she wasn’t above wearing a pair of open-toed high heels.
I have a stunningly beautiful woman in my fantasies, and now she’s standing right in front of me in living color.
“Mom, you’re so beautiful!”
“Bobby, we should take it slow. After all, I haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll do whatever you say.”
I slowly walked behind her and kissed her neck lightly. Through the mirror, I saw her lips slightly parted, and through my ears, I heard her breathing intensify. And as I continued the kissing motion, from the neck all the way down, her gasps became louder. I shifted my position and came to rest in front of her. What I saw in front of me surprised me beyond belief. Her round, large breasts didn’t sag excessively, and in the center of her wheels were firm nipples. The view made me pause in my movements. Then I heard my mother’s voice, interrupting my thoughts.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Mom, your boobs are beautiful!”
My mother cracked a smile and winked at me playfully. She began to play with her nipples, making them bulge even more. Then she buried my head between her breasts. Naturally, I began to suck on the nipples, licking and nibbling them at times. Her moans quickened in response to my tenderness. Moving all the way down, I kissed across her stomach before letting my head rest before her panties. I quickly removed her panties and couldn’t wait to admire my mother’s honey pot. Kneeling in front of her, she was my goddess.
“Bobby, I hope you don’t mind, I do trim my pubic hair in order to wear these sexy panties.”
My mother’s words were so powerful that they almost made me give up my penis straight away. Fortunately, just almost. I didn’t answer, I just led my mom and made her lie down on the bed. I couldn’t wait to savor the taste of her flesh. At the first moment the tip of my tongue made contact with her pussy lips, my mother screamed out. I began licking frantically, trying to get my tongue as deep into the lustful pussy as possible. It was so delicious! That was my thought. I quickly found the clitoris and I began to attack it, the attack obviously worked and I felt the lustful water flowing into my mouth. At this point mom was flooded with spring and lust, her secretions wetting my mouth. It was the sweetest drink I had ever tasted!
At this point, there is no turning back. She had been transformed into my slave and could only do as she was told. I pressed down on her body and opened her legs, raising her knees to the same height as her stomach. Then, I aimed my glans at the slit and slowly advanced, ready to plunge my rod into her hot, wet slit. Finally, the rod was not in her and I was rewarded with a pleasant cry from my mother.
“Slow and gentle, baby. There’s a lot of time, and we’re going to try to prolong this pleasure as long as possible, so you don’t want it to be over too soon.”
“Mom, I’ll remember tonight. I’ll do a good job for you, too, and I’ll try to do it for as long as I can.”
“Don’t hold back too much, either. If you really can’t help it, you can cum if you want to. I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to have hang-ups. Do it right, baby, you’re the only one in the world who can cure me!”
Listening to my mom, I began to pump slowly, all the while feeling the warm, soft, wet envelope of the walls of flesh. The skin inside her was something I hadn’t touched before. Over the next hour, my mother probably orgasmed as many as ten times. And with each orgasm, she screamed and hissed.
“Oh, that’s so good, honey. Keep nailing Mommy’s pussy! Mommy wants you to go slower and deeper and harder!”
“I’ve been doing this for an hour.”
“Don’t stop, continue. Kiss my nipples and give me hot kisses until I get good again. Then we can move on to the next kind of sex.”
“Mom, what next kind of sex?”
“You’ll see.”
Continuing to fuck my mother’s flesh, I suddenly felt a tightening in my ball sack. With every stroke, I was getting closer to the moment of ejaculation. So, I began the final sprint, fucking my mother hard and fast.
Finally, I cum, shooting hot cum, injecting it into my mother.
After I had finished cumming, my mother heaved a sigh of relief. I think I shot all my cum for the year. Shortly afterward, I saw white liquid flowing out of my mother’s slit and onto the top of the sheets.
Adjusting my breathing, I hugged my mother and lay beside her. She leaned against my chest, revealing an exhausted and drowsy look. I didn’t disturb her, just waited quietly for tomorrow to come, anticipating its passion.