Taste of Mom

Adapted by: The old man who cut the bonobo.

Warning: This article is extremely sensationalized, those who are not comfortable with it should leave as soon as possible! However, women over the age of forty-five must come in!

The old earth solemn statement: welcome to repost, but please be sure to retain the head of this cautionary tale! So as not to be mistaken, mistaken son-in-law of the world!

text∶

I. Kumiko – Lonely Body Feels a Bout of Tickling

“Want some help washing your back?”

Masashi is taking a bath when he is startled by a sudden noise coming from the stripping room outside.

“No! No need.” Although she hastily refused, the bathroom door had opened and Kumiko, her mother-in-law in a bathrobe, poked her head in. At this time Masashi was sitting on a small stool washing his body.

“You don’t have to be polite, I’m your mom! What does it matter? Wash it once in a while. Let me wash your back when Mari isn’t around!”

I didn’t think it was possible, but Kumiko rolled up the sleeves of her bathrobe, revealing her snow-white arms, and took the soap and towel from Masashi.

“Ah, thanks!”

“It doesn’t matter. Don’t thank me, you’re my son!”

Masashi Yakusa has been married for less than half a year. He married Asato, his only daughter, and is now living in Asato’s mother’s house. It’s not a marriage proposal, but it’s practically no different from a marriage proposal.

Masashi and Asato both work, so their mother-in-law Kumiko does all the housework. Her mother-in-law became a widow at the age of thirty-nine and brought up Asato single-handedly. She was able to do this because her husband had left her some real estate. Mother-in-law was only forty-eight years old, but she had not remarried, so if she had a child who called her “Grandma”, it would help to relieve her loneliness a little.

My wife, Mari, went on a two-day, one-night trip with the company today.

“It’s better to be young, and you exercise a lot and have a thick back.” Kumiko said, while scrubbing her back with soap and a towel… “Okay, you can wash the front yourself.” As if she was happy, she added, “Asari is going to the spa to enjoy herself, so let’s have a drink at home.” He then walked out of the bathroom.

Although not young, but very cheerful, and mother-in-law’s skin is very white, is a medium-sized temperament beauty, more or less left some of the style of a young lady. Wife Asato occasionally muttered in the mirror, “I guess I look like dad.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have good skin like mom, and I’m not beautiful like mom.” Mari spoke with a bit of displeasure.

“Oh yeah?” It turned out that mothers and daughters could also be jealous over marvelous things, which amused Masashi. Mari had her own charms and was considered beautiful, just a different type than her mother.

“Let’s leave the kitchen with its beautiful view and drink here once in a while. The moon is beautiful too…” Moving the table to the living room with a view of the peonies, the beer and dishes were already set out. “By now, Asato is probably drinking heartily with everyone else. Come on, sit down.” Having Masashi, who was wearing a yukata, sit in the upper seat, Kumiko straightened the robe she was wearing to sit across from him and poured beer for him.

“Drink along with mom.” Masashi poured his mother-in-law a drink as well.

Their eyes met during the toast, and a blush rose to Kumiko’s face.

“As if it’s a little embarrassing, turn off the light. The moon is beautiful.”

Kumiko went to turn off the light. Masashi looked at his mother-in-law’s back, the loose bathrobe wrapped around her slightly plump body, the curves were fascinating, her white calves, bright and dazzling, Masashi began to see his mother-in-law as a woman.

“Let me ask you this, Mari is the capricious only child, do you guys get along okay?”

“Yes!”

“Whatever it is, don’t be polite to her, I’m more on your side than Mari’s. I had hoped to have a boy. Now there’s a boy, so I’m very happy. I’ve long wanted to be able to drink with my own son like this.”

“Mom, I’ll serve you anytime.”

“Really? I’m so happy. It’s the first time I’ve heard someone say such thoughtful things to me.” I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Mother-In-Law’s eyes seem to be a little moist.

“But, with Mom being so young and beautiful, I’ve always wondered why she didn’t remarry.”

“Widows with children can’t marry easily. And with real estate and relatives, it’s not something you can just marry, and it’s a very stressful life.”

“It must have been hard in the past?”

“That’s for sure, my husband is the second son and doesn’t have any very good property. Only able to part with a little real estate to be able to barely run a small store to make ends meet.”

Kumiko runs a western tailoring class as well as a clothing store.

“We will honor you.”

“Masashi, you’re so thoughtful. I feel especially happy tonight, and I really want to get drunk, really want to… to be pampered. With Mari here, I can’t even think about pampering you. Will you let me be pampered tonight?” The voice was soft, with a pause in the middle, as if it was still a bit coy as a little girl, but the air of sultriness that came out of that hushed tone caused a slight resonance in Masashi’s heart.

“Yeah!”

“So happy! Don’t sit so far away, let me sit over and pour you a drink.”

Kumiko went back to the kitchen to get beer and food, and came back to sit next to Masashi so close that she could almost leg towel to her legs.

“Another toast.”

The way Kumiko looked at Masashi was already that of a woman.

Masashi picked up his glass and his eyes met with his mother-in-law again. Moonlight poured in through the window, and she was sitting in the shadow, holding up her glass, her snow-white arms bare, and the dim light emphasized the whiteness of her skin… Kumiko did have a beauty that would make Mari jealous, and in the darkness, she did have a youthful charm… Kumiko’s beauty could make people forget her age…

“How do you…?”

“It’s nothing!” Masashi hastily picked up his glass and drank, using it to cover his heart.

The warmth of his mother-in-law’s thighs could be felt through the thin yukata, and the plumpness of the sensation created a marvelous mood in Masashi’s heart.

“People are strange. I married on a blind date, but I had a relationship when I was younger, and that date looked a lot like you… Do mothers and daughters like similar males?”

“This!?” Masashi had no answer.

“So tonight it’s like drinking with a former lover, but you can’t tell Mari about this kind of thing, yo.”

His mother-in-law’s delicate voice stimulated Masashi, tantalizing him, and as a son-in-law, on one hand, he wanted to share a little secret with his mother-in-law, and also feel close to a woman like her. But that feeling was also mixed with that indescribable feeling of guilt. I wonder if Kumiko felt that way?

“What kind of dishes do you like? Asari isn’t much of a cook, so if there’s something you like to eat, I’ll make it. I’m actually quite feminine and like to do household chores.” Her voice became even more feminine and Masashi lowered his head to pour the wine, but it was as if he saw the intense love sent over from her soft face…

It’s true that Mari is not too fond of this aspect of her work. When she says she’s like her father, it probably includes that aspect of things!

“I appreciate the care that… usually gives me.”

“Don’t say that.”

Early on, he realizes that when a man enters a household with only women, it is instead his mother-in-law who values Masashi as a husband! Hearing his mother-in-law say that he is like her first lover, along with his drink, Masashi begins to want to replace that person for his mother-in-law, which can be considered a manly feeling.

“Look how beautiful the moon is,” Kumiko said softly, leaning on Masashi’s shoulder, her breath coming out like an orchid or musk, and Masashi couldn’t help but feel a little inexplicable stirring, “Let’s go out on the balcony and take a look.” Kumiko came over to take Masashi’s hand and Masashi had to stand up.

The two stood on the balcony enjoying the moonlight. The fan in Kumiko’s hand kept sending cool breeze to Masashi, the smell of perfume wafted over on the wind, mixed with some of her mother-in-law’s womanly smell, under the bright moonlight, a touch of white clear front breasts was revealed from the union of the loose bathrobe, swaying in front of Masashi’s eyes, and Masashi couldn’t help but feel panicked as the thought of embracing her arose in his heart.

“Come to think of it, it seems like a while ago. He was a college student then, and now he lives in Kyoto…”

Eyes, nose, mouth, all look like a Japanese painting of a beautiful woman drawn with fine lines, and her now-fleshless, plump body, through the loose-fitting bathrobe, curves from her breasts to her waist and buttocks… “I’ll take that person’s place!” I blurted out.

“Uh, yeah.”

It was meant to be a joking remark, but when he saw Kumiko’s serious reply and leaned her head against his again, he couldn’t help but reach out for an embrace.

“It’s so cozy, it’s like being back in my teens, it’s like a dream.”

Stroking her mother-in-law’s head against her shoulder, she stayed like that for a while without moving. When looking at each other again, Kumiko’s eyes were bursting with a strange luster.

“Kiss me.” Bold words that shouldn’t be spoken by a mother-in-law came out of Kumiko’s mouth.

Masashi was shaken as if he had been punched in the chest. I don’t know whether it was the alcohol, the beauty of his mother-in-law, or his lustful nature, but all sorts of thoughts came to him, and he began to take bold actions.

Wrapped tightly around mother-in-law’s thin waist, under the hands of the electric shock like a plump sensation, saw mother-in-law closed her eyes, lips half-open, full of temptation, kissed lightly on the lovely lips. Not only did not refuse, mother in law also leaned her body over, cool, soft lips are already wet, the nose is full of mother in law’s tantalizing breath, can not help but to exert force on the mouth, feel the soft lips are becoming hot, wet tongue stretched over. She is no longer mother-in-law.

The woman’s lustful tongue set Masashi’s heart on fire… in a frenzy…

Constantly stirring, entangled tongue makes people dizzy, two people seem to be unable to stand still, support each other, staggering to the living room, just back to the living room can not help but fall on the tatami, Masashi’s lips naturally from the woman underneath her lips to the snow-white neckline and the plump breasts, as if in the white buttercream cake on the bright red plum nipple also naturally jumped out, towering breasts in the white buttercream cake, the eyes of Masashi can not stop swaying, getting bigger and bigger, kissing the snow-white skin, kissing the skin into this boundless tenderness. Masashi’s eyes couldn’t stop swaying and getting bigger and bigger, kissing the snow-white skin, Masashi got into this boundless tenderness.

The towering breasts were contorting under Masashi’s mouth, the articulated nipples were deeply sucked in, and the uncontrollable flicking of his tongue caused the woman underneath him to relax on the tatami mat in a fiery, paralyzed state, a pair of helpless hands pressed tightly on his head, and the cherry-red lips intermittently erupted into intoxicating moans……the forty-eight year old Mother-in-Law’s volcano-like eroticism erupted.

Lifting the hem of her robe, she slid it over her silky, plump belly, reaching for her thin boxers, and when she slipped her hand inside, her fingers slipped easily into the flesh beneath her pubic bone.

The slit was already wet, the soft walls of flesh wrapped around the finger.

“Ah! … ah ah! …” Kumiko’s throat trembled and she twisted her hips… her fingers entered deeper.

As Masashi’s fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, Kumiko’s tense body relaxed and her strength gradually disappeared. Masashi’s fingers found the nub of his pussy, and at the same time his mother-in-law’s legs spread apart, allowing her to caress her slit more freely, and also… There was still a hint of hesitation on Masashi’s part, but the soft white body was spread out in front of him, and the sharp gasps of breath brought forth a gust of ecstasy, and the wet slit was sucking powerfully, so he unbuckled the waistband of his own yukata, and undid Kumiko’s… He couldn’t wait a moment longer, and the two of them, naked and tightly pressed against each other. The two of them were naked and pressed together, as if sharing the warmth of each other’s skin.

The erection is sucked into the slit as it moves with the body, and once it’s in, it can’t get out. That kind of behavior seemed to be happening in a dream. At the same time, Masashi wanted to completely replace the lover who was now in mother-in-law’s mind, so that it would be considered comforting to the poor mother-in-law. In this way, the two of them became completely man and woman.

In particular, his mother-in-law’s strong embrace was more than Masashi could have imagined. She did not behave like a drunk, but rather hugged her tightly, demanded kisses, entwined her legs around each other, pushed up her lower body to make the penetration of the rod deeper, and kept on uttering “Yes…”! …”, a sound that I had never heard from my wife before.

“Good! …” There were not only gasps of “Ah… Ah… Good…” but also “Good… …”

“Better! …!” “And also! …” and it sounded like a sob.

To be honest, Masashi and his wife Asato occasionally made such gasps during intercourse, but it could be said to be Masashi’s one-sided behavior… Asato was never as intoxicating as Kumiko… Although there was all kinds of foreplay, each time, it ended as hastily as a kite with its strings cut off. In contrast, Mother-In-Law had a mesmerizing, mature womanly response that could be described as the touch of a woman who had endured a long period of loneliness.

In short, this reaction of the woman underneath him made Masashi’s heart exuberant and intoxicated.

The sweating bodies had swapped places up and down, both becoming naked as they tangled and rolled on the tatami mat.

In his heart, Masashi was really surprised that there was such a big difference in women’s sexual intercourse! Sex with his mother-in-law was significantly different from his wife’s, not only in terms of intensity, but also in terms of the sensation of the mucous membranes and the feeling of ejaculation. The stimulation was so intense that Masashi deeply felt that sex with Mari was really as light as water… “It’s okay for me to drink a little more today, isn’t it?”

Kumiko climbed up, draped the towel over her body, and started drinking again. Presumably with a pretty good drink, the naked Masashi lay tired and unmoving, his bewildered gaze moving back and forth with the voluptuous mother-in-law’s incendiary curves in the moonlight. Kumiko sat back down warmly next to Masashi with the wine, leaning down, her bright eyes with warmth, her exhaling mouth kissing down, soft, sweet, and with wine.

Masashi greedily savored the strong taste of womanhood, the liquor running down the corners of his mouth. Kumiko took another sip and pressed it against his mouth, then pulled his hands to her breasts and kept rubbing them, teasing the wet petals… Masashi was once again aroused…

Because she was already familiar with it, Kumiko was even more aggressive than she had been earlier. She made Masashi lie on his back, sprayed the beer from the glass on his body, and then licked the tiny nipples and muscular flanks. Towards the end, it also sprayed beer on his penis, which had just been covered in intercourse nectar, and then licked the beer on top of it, one after another… It was not an act that Asato could imitate. When Asari wanted to do oral sex, she had to wipe the target carefully clean, or else she wouldn’t touch it. However, Kumiko licked it as if it were her beloved object, making Masashi feel closer to her.

Masashi, himself already intoxicated and paralyzed with consciousness, closed his eyes from below in the sixty-nine position, pressed the tip of his nose against his mother-in-law’s bush, and stuck out his tongue to find the bud of flesh. Exchanging joys with each other, all the acts were fresh and intense as if in a dream.

“You must be tired, let me be on top this time.” Seeing that Masashi was already gasping for breath, Kumiko told him to lie on his back and adopt the horseback riding position facing him herself.

Seeing Kumiko’s naked body under the hazy moonlight was again different from the feeling she had during the supine intercourse earlier. Her sweaty face looked older than when she was lying on her back, her skin was slightly looser, and her muscles shook slightly when she bobbed up and down, but the curves from her breasts to her waist were as fresh and delicate as ever, her breasts bobbing up and down were as firm as ever, her areolas and nipples were small, and the sensation of her breasts bulging on the lower part of her body was reminiscent of fresh, juicy fruits…

Masashi slightly opened his eyes, reaching out his hands to grab the swaying breasts, gently rotating his thumb over the nipple, unable to resist a little pressure, his mother in law let out a slight grunt, a moan full of temptation squeezed out of her nose, as if she couldn’t stand the gentle, strong impact, Masashi closed his eyes, letting her nude body continue to undulate up and down in its busyness, experiencing the taste of womanhood.

Masashi let out another gasp, and Kumiko responded by moving up and down faster and faster. Looking up at the changes on Kumiko’s face was truly fascinating, the intoxication of a fully mature woman inciting the man’s passion… It was in this context that Mother-in-Law began to cry out over and over again: “Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… …”

“Don’t turn on the light, hurry up and go back to your bedroom on the second floor to rest.” Kumiko said softly while organizing his aftermath.

Masashi, who had returned from the living room to their two-bagged bedroom, fell headfirst onto the newlywed double bed. What he had just done was like a dream. If that was true, it was a very serious matter. Could he continue to live a peaceful life with his wife and mother-in-law in this house? Masashi thought he was fine with it, but I wondered what Mari would do when she found out.

Though his heart was shaken, alcohol and tired flesh made him a captive of the Sandman.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Masashi suddenly woke up, feeling nervous due to the fact that someone was beside him. When did Asato come back? Gently reaching out to caress the flesh lying on the double bed, an unfamiliar yet familiar smoothness came from his fingertips, silky tenderness, it wasn’t Mari. Heart drumming again, what just happened is not a dream, it’s a fact, and mother-in-law is in the bed beside her. Sleep suddenly disappeared.

“When did it come?”

Kumiko in her yukata rolled over and hugged Masashi tightly, her breasts squeezing his chest, and whispered sultrily in his ear, “I felt lonely, so I came over to sleep with you.”

“It’ll be a problem if Mari sees it.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter tonight.” Kumiko said as she reached down to her crotch… This behavior was a large prospective act that Masashi had never experienced in the past. Even when they slept together, Mari had never stroked his penis after a sexual act, not to mention that the two sexual encounters that had just ended had been the most exhilarating, soul-shattering ones Masashi had ever had, with him shooting so much cum deep into the deepest recesses of Kumiko’s body, and Kumiko experiencing more orgasms than she could count, almost fainting during that last one, but now… Kumiko’s hands were deftly, gently working, and her warm With her tongue greedily running over her body, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around his mother-in-law’s plump, sensual flesh.

When she got an erection again, Kumiko said, as if she couldn’t wait, “Now, let’s do it again.” Kumiko thrust again in the horseback riding position and began to pursue her pleasure voraciously…

But I didn’t have the strength to go all the way…

“Then wait until morning.” Kumiko fell asleep holding his things.

By morning, Masashi was called upon to fulfill his bedtime pact. It was light outside, and the two embraced naked on the bed, bonding in a seated position that allowed Kumiko’s plump ass to sit on her lap while using the springs of the mattress to increase the rhythm.

Kumiko’s upper body was leaning back helplessly, and as she sucked on her breasts, she held them tightly as if she was in a state of impatience, her sweaty breasts rubbing against Masashi’s chest. The feeling of soft skin, the lustful expressions and grunts… everything was visible in the bright light, and the things that were not found in his wife were being displayed in his mother-in-law, all of which made Masashi aroused again. In the past, he had no idea that there was such a strong sexual desire and energy in his forty-eight year old mother-in-law!

He didn’t realize that it takes a long time before a woman is fully mature about sex. If his mother-in-law’s flesh was the ripe fruit, Asato’s body was the fruit that still had an astringent taste, but then Masashi realized that that kind of realization wasn’t enough.

“Ç… I am something awakened from hibernation. A woman’s sex hibernates, but knowing the dawn of spring and welcoming it is like turning from a chrysalis into a butterfly.”

“When? After dad died…”

“You could say that.”

“In that case, it’s been eight years.”

“Yeah.”

The act with the wife is sex with a virgin. But the act with the mother-in-law may be the caveman that turns the chrysalis into a butterfly.

Second, the positive history – crazy licking mother-in-law’s constantly flowing nectar

Asari came back from her trip as if she didn’t have any suspicions. Masashi intentionally drove out for a drive at that time and wasn’t at home, so when Asari came back, she said she was tired and lay on the bed without moving, so her mother-in-law cooked dinner for her, her sexy body looking fresh in a gorgeous dress and apron. On the contrary, Mari, who washed off her makeup, wore a T-shirt and shorts, and came to the living room to sit cross-legged and watch TV while eating candy, did not look cute at all.

When he went to bed that night, Masashi still missed the softness of his mother-in-law’s body and didn’t want to touch Mari at all. On the one hand, he thought to himself that this was not a good idea, but he did not regret having physical intimacy with his mother-in-law, and even thought of touching her body downstairs tonight… he could not sleep. The bed where I had sex with my mother-in-law last night was now occupied by Asato, who was snoring loudly.

Masashi got off work earlier, while Asato stayed as late as in the past, if not later. This is because recently Kumiko said to Asato, “I’ll do the kitchen for you, otherwise you won’t be able to have children.”

Mari just heard that and stopped doing anything for breakfast or dinner. However, Masashi could understand Kumiko’s heart, and although he was sorry for Asari, he always couldn’t help wishing for a little more time alone with his mother-in-law. So sometimes when he came back from work and saw Kumiko busy in the kitchen, he would embrace Kumiko from behind, go to his mother-in-law’s room, and hastily have intercourse without foreplay. The time was short, but such rushed sexual behavior had a different kind of excitement and thrill, like a flash of fireworks.

When Asato returned, the two would then act as if nothing had happened.

When Asato was at home, the two of them didn’t get to have sex, but they were constantly looking for opportunities to kiss and fondle.

In the room where they were alone, in the corner where Asato couldn’t see, Masashi’s fingers were stroking his mother-in-law’s hot slit and rubbing her breasts vigorously. Kumiko’s sensitive body was trembling, her hand was gripping her son-in-law’s rod and stroking it, and her eyes were glowing with a strange light…

It was as if the two already had a seventh sense about Mari’s presence, always separating in the nick of time, but not a moment later, the two would come together again.

Reveling in the deep sexual love with his mother-in-law, Masashi, though newly married, had sex with his young wife, at most, once on the weekend, and Masashi only had so much energy left. Cradling Asari’s toned, well-muscled body, licking his wife’s elastic skin, and rhythmically moving in and out of the flesh underneath him, the plump, ripe, white body of his mother-in-law continued to come to mind, and Masashi became deeply enamored of that juicy fruit.

“Don’t you think mom’s gotten prettier lately?” Mari asked suddenly from her bed after just making out over the weekend.

“Yeah?” Masashi felt nervous. He shared that opinion, and at the same time, he knew why.

“But it looks much better than looking like an old woman. I wish mom would stay young forever… I wonder… I wonder if there’s still that?” Asato finished swallowing, her eyes twinkling playfully.

“What that?” Masashi knew in his heart what his wife was talking about, the marriage wasn’t that short, but he was still shy when it came to the topic of ‘sex’, and his wife was also very cute. In his heart, he thought so, but his mouth was still pretending to be confused.

“Hee hee hee hee… fuck ah… …”

“I don’t know much about women’s physiology.” Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew my wife’s face must be red.

“But as a daughter, mom feels embarrassed when she has to have intercourse. But she’s only in her forties, is it right that she hasn’t remarried? But there’s nothing to be done about it.”

“So it’s only right that we should be more filial.”

It was Masashi’s heartfelt words, and Asato seemed to agree with Masashi’s words, but without a hint of the doubt that Masashi had feared.

A mother hides sex from her daughter and a husband hides sex from his wife in the same house. She’s not a withered mother like her daughter thinks, and even has a very sophisticated sensuality.

The next day, even though it was a Saturday, Mari still had to work, which was an unbelievably good opportunity for Masashi, who was on vacation two days a week. After starting intercourse in Kumiko’s room, Kumiko got excited and started a lot of games.

In the dimly lit room, Kumiko stood up and sat down in a number of positions, while Masashi kept licking from her mother-in-law’s smooth calves to her buttock cleavage, or vice versa, from the base of her thighs to her slit, or sucking on her nipples, or thrusting deeply in a doggy position… During all this time, her mother-in-law kept on making pleasurable noises.

Seeing the way his mother-in-law was happy for the intercourse, he felt that the intercourse with his wife could no longer be considered as an intercourse, but only as a physical contact. Masashi felt the difference between the green fruit and the ripe fruit, and lost interest in his wife’s flesh, his heart even felt fear.

“Ah, it’s so comfortable. If I had known it was this good, I should have remarried.” Kumiko hugged Masashi tightly so that her plump breasts were pressed against his bare chest and whispered in his ear.

The scent of ripe fruit that filled the room intoxicated Masashi, kissing the tender neck of the writhing body beneath him and murmuring, “I’ll give it to you.”

“But this kind of thing can’t go on permanently.”

Kumiko’s hand stroked his back, the wet petals of his nectar oozing out of his body, tenderly wrapping around his cock in a jolting gush, and he felt a wave of dizziness.

“It’s not like we’re in anyone’s way, there’s no problem continuing.”

“But what if Mari knows?”

“I’ll try not to hurt her.”

“You’re going to have sex with Mari too!”

Masashi answered with action, thrusting his thing deep into the moist petals… If it weren’t for his mother he wouldn’t have said such things.

Thinking like this in his heart, the body of his mother-in-law underneath him began to tense up continuously, the petals that were gently wrapped around his penis suddenly tightened and hooped around his penis, the inner walls of the petals continued to wriggle, getting faster and faster, and a shocking sensation traveled out of the glans like lightning, radiating to the brain, radiating to the whole body! The meat stick began to explode with fury! Semen shoots out… The woman beneath her – Asato’s mother – lets out a sharp, fiery moan… “I want to be with you almost every night. After three nights without, my body is too hot to sleep.”

After the act, Masashi lay panting on Kumiko’s bed, and Kumiko sat up and lay next to her, whispering sheepishly as she took Masashi’s sex in her hand and rubbed it gently against her face, in a way that made Masashi feel a male-female sexuality that far surpassed that of his wife. A completely different personality from the mother in Mari’s mind inhabited his mother-in-law’s body, and at forty-eight years old, she was much stronger than her daughter when it came to sexual desire.

His mother-in-law’s white, plump ass couldn’t stop wiggling in front of his eyes, and Masashi had another heart palpitation, so he couldn’t help but reach out and stroke it. The soft skin kept sliding under his hand, and the slippery feeling coupled with Kumiko’s constant, gentle stimulation of her penis made Masashi feel like revving up again. Masashi’s hand moved downward, his mother-in-law’s slit parted slightly under the touch of his fingers, dripping out a trace of mucus, Masashi knew that this was not the semen that had just been ejaculated into it, what had been ejaculated deeply just now must still be in the deepest part of his mother-in-law’s body, perhaps it had already penetrated deep into her uterus.

The sparse pubic hairs were wet, this was the nectar secreted during the orgasm, it was only now flowing out, making the pubic hairs shiny lying around the somewhat red and swollen pubic area, on top of the slit was mother in law’s anus, a dark brown circle, against the snow white skin it was like a brown chrysanthemum bud, Masashi stroked his fingers on it, the circle of flesh in the anus shook a few times, the chrysanthemum bud returned to its original state from big to small and back again, and he could feel that His mother-in-law’s body shook with it, and his penis could feel a few strong stimulations as it pressed against Kumiko’s lips, as if it was beginning to swell.

Kumiko slumped over Masashi’s body, letting out a short, pouting cry, gripping Masashi’s cock tightly and shoving it into her own mouth, deep down to the deepest part of her throat, moving her body sharply so that her slit, which had begun to secrete honey again, rubbed back and forth against Masashi’s mouth as hard as she could.

Masashi looked at the white buttocks of the wild woman on top of him and the chrysanthemum bud that was contracting sharply, he couldn’t help but hold the voluptuous flesh, his tongue rolled around in the slit looking for the bud, and when he found it, he pushed the lips of the flesh next to it with his tongue, and his nose was buried deep in the slit writhing tightly against the bud one by one, and the nectar gradually grew and flowed across his cheeks, and Masashi made both hands work to get Kumiko’s drenched slit away from his nose, and inhaled a deep took a breath. After a few sharp gasps, Masashi stuck out his tongue to lick the juicy slit.

The sexual messages coming from her sensitive slit calmed Kumiko down, and she patiently enjoyed the sweet pleasure while holding Masashi’s rod in her mouth, sliding her tongue deftly, and whimpering “mmmm, mmmm” from deep in her throat…

The heat waves exhaled from the deepest part of his mother-in-law’s body continued to sweep over Masashi’s penis, which began to erect again.

Kumiko’s chrysanthemum bud began to contract irregularly again, and Masashi couldn’t help but reach out and caress the woman on top of him, following up with a strong effort to lift her body, raise her head, and stick her tongue towards the chrysanthemum bud that was tightening. The moment her tongue touched the chrysanthemum bud, Kumiko’s taut body relaxed and fell limply between Masashi’s legs, not moving a muscle. Without any stimulation, Masashi’s rod remained erect, and he lifted Kumiko’s snow-white buttocks even harder and pressed his lips against Kumiko’s anus, sucking hard, one by one…

Kumiko’s whimpers slowly began to rush, her soft body relaxing even more, her entire weight pressing down on Masashi’s arm, Masashi letting go of his hand to allow that weight to move to his own forehead, rubbing his nectar-soaked chin against the ever-contracting chrysanthemum buds, and throatily experiencing the squirming and contracting of his mother-in-law’s slit.

A deep sigh brought Kumiko’s orgasm, and Kumiko lay motionless on top of Masashi’s body as she felt a wave of dizziness and no more strength…

Masashi sat up, Kumiko was on her back, panting lightly, her white face flushed. The beauty of the mature woman in front of him made Masashi satisfied with himself, but his erection was not yet fully satisfied, so he fell on top of Kumiko and pushed deep into her, and Kumiko cried out… again…

Pressing down on the ripe, juicy woman underneath him, Masashi’s eyes visualized the contracting chrysanthemum bud, and he pulled out his furious rod, which was dripping with juices, and aimed it at the stretched chrysanthemum bud, and slowly inserted it. The woman underneath him twisted her buttocks in vain, letting out a painful wail, but this wail stimulated his nerves even more, the chrysanthemum bud contracted helplessly, and his rod was even more furious! With the woman’s screams of “Aaah…”, his rod broke through the barrier and entered his mother-in-law’s anus!

With one short pump, the chrysanthemum bud began to contract again, tightening around the root of the rod, the glans pushed forward hard, one hand rubbing Kumiko’s slit sharply, one hand rubbing her mother-in-law’s plump breasts vigorously, squeezing the woman underneath her tightly as she made her way downward.

Kumiko cried out in excitement, “Ah… Ah… Yes! Yes… more! More..! I’m… I’m… I’m… I’m leaking! …” At the same time, Masashi’s rod started jumping and plunging into the deepest part of the woman’s anus, releasing all its energy.

“This is the first time for me here, ah… it’s so good…” Kumiko was murmuring, her voice soft, as if getting more and more distant, Masashi didn’t move, didn’t have the strength to move any more, savoring the intense pounding that was still coming from the rod…

On this night, Masashi was getting down late at night in order to go to the restroom. To get to the restroom, he had to pass in front of his mother-in-law’s bedroom. When she came back from the toilet, Kumiko in her yukata was standing in the dark corridor, and when she saw Masashi coming, Kumiko silently took him into her room.

The scent of Mother-In-Law’s usual cosmetics wafted through the darkened room, and the quilt smelled of perfume as well. Mother-in-law sat on the quilt and hugged Masashi’s thighs, who was standing there, and suddenly tried to pull his manly sex out of his underwear. There was a wordless struggle with each other for a moment, but strangely Masashi’s manhood quickly became erect, accepting Mother-In-Law’s friction with her cheek, followed by a light kiss followed by a hasty release into her mouth. Everything goes on without words.

The two fell onto the bed together, heads forming opposite directions to each other. Stroking the lips of the flower that wasn’t wearing any panties at all, finding the bud of flesh with the tip of their tongues, licking and slurping at the slit, and inserting their fingers into the daisy bud behind them, they sighed deeply at each other.

Because it was late at night, the room was quiet, and for fear of waking up Asato, who was sleeping on the second floor, he barely dared to breathe out loud, and was completely engrossed in the act. Masashi pressed on his mother-in-law’s body, two hot tongues entangled, meat stick buried in the slit shrugged, fingers in the back of the chrysanthemum bud pumping, two people’s bodies completely fused.

I don’t know how much time was delayed in my mother-in-law’s room. Hurriedly ending the act, slipping out of her mother-in-law’s bedroom to return to the second floor to lie beside her sleeping wife amidst Kumiko’s contented gasps, Asari rolled over, muttering an inaudible dreamy yelp, and Masashi had a moment of panic, his heart thumping sharply, as Asari drifted back into a deep slumber, but Masashi couldn’t be calmed for a long time. The night passed peacefully, but the feeling of walking on thin ice gave Masashi an intense thrill.

“The chrysalis turned into a butterfly…” In a haze, Masashi felt himself turning into a pair of butterflies as well… San and Mari – intoxicated mother, exhilarated husband, the flowing nectar moistening the petals of the flower After a few consecutive times of such acts, the sensations slowly began to become paralyzed. To Masashi, both his mother-in-law and his wife were equal women, and although there was a sense of difference in age and physical intercourse, he had already gotten used to it, but to have the love of two very different women was a very painful thing for a man. Masashi began to pursue sex more fiercely, enjoying his mother-in-law’s mature body more intoxicatingly, and the long-awaited, mature Kumiko also began to indulge in this kind of game.

Drowning in sexual nectar, mother-in-law and son-in-law, the police picks, though still not relaxed, sometimes paid less attention, or rather, the two didn’t have the time to pay attention. In Kumiko’s room, in the kitchen where Asato didn’t frequent, in the corner of the staircase, in every possible place, the two were frantically pursuing the pinnacle of sex.

When the three of them were together, although they were a little more restrained, their eyes and eyebrows were filled with sexual messages, their skin touched with ecstasy, and even underneath the dinner table, the nectar of their slits ran down their white thighs, and their rods were pushed up high…

Asari was too slow to realize that the two pairs of chrysalises that had broken out of their cocoons had turned into butterflies and fluttered around the house, and where were the two chrysalises she had? Still sleeping peacefully in their cocoons.

Some time passed and nothing happened, but one hot day… Masashi came back from work and wrapped his arms around Kumiko’s waist, who was busy with dinner, from behind, with his crotch pressing against the woman’s plump ass, and his wandering hands sending signals of affection.

The two men entwined themselves towards Kumiko’s bedroom, and by the time they entered the room they were half-naked, their rods towering, and their slits dripping with juice! Rushing to finish, the calmer pair began to go on with their respective affairs.

While Masashi was taking a shower, Kumiko, who was supposed to be preparing dinner, came up to him and said, “I just got a call from Mari, she said she’s going to be a little late today, so let’s take a shower together.” After saying that, she undressed in front of Masashi.

Naturally, they began to embrace, and while caressing each other, they applied soap to each other and carefully washed, or rather gently stimulated, each other’s sex organs. It occurred to Masashi that he had never made out like this with Mari… why would he do this with his mother-in-law, something that he had never done with a newlywed couple? Although he smiled bitterly, he continued to tease Kumiko’s ripe body in the bathroom, while Kumiko was bending over and cleaning his penis with her tongue and warm mouth, her cute head bobbing underneath and her white ass raised high.

Reaching under Kumiko’s body and catching her constantly swaying breasts and rubbing them uncontrollably, gently exerting pressure on the tiny nipples, while the meat stick was vigorously pushed forward and deeply penetrated, she could feel her mother in law’s tongue dodging around, a wave of excitement and inexplicable happiness surged through her heart.

The rod was removed and it was already high and erect from Kumiko’s deft tongue wash. Kumiko let out a choked gasp and was about to straighten up but Masashi held her down, pinning Kumiko’s head between her legs, the rod bouncing against the snow-white neck, her scrotum able to feel the goat-fat-like tenderness of the plump torso beneath.

Lying on his mother-in-law’s plump back, gently parted the white wobbly buttocks that made people mesmerized, the mature flesh of the slit spewing hot air, slightly raised and swollen open, the pubic mound after the thrusting just now and now the hot water, as if it were red and swollen, usually the shyest buds of flesh reddish and playful among the red, next to the sparse around the black and black pubic hairs, in the context of the snow-white skin looks delicate and attractive.

Masashi turned Kumiko around, stood behind her and raised his rod, thrusting it deep into the hot slit, slowly thrusting in and out, each time stretching hard to the end, running his hands all over her body, and finally stopping at the reddish buds of the blown-out flesh…

Kumiko’s breasts jiggled back and forth, and she let out a choked moan as both hands twisted to hold on to the side of the tub.

“Ah, ah… good! Good… ah… that’s the… ah… stick it in! Ah, more! I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m going to leak! I’m… I’m… I’m… I’m..! … ah!”

Kumiko let out a yelp, her hands could no longer support her body, and she lay on her back on the bathtub gasping uncontrollably, her legs bending but being held against Masashi’s rod, and just freezing to experience the pleasure of the peak of her sexuality.

Masashi withdrew his rod, sat on the edge of the bathtub and held Kumiko in his arms. He inserted his finger into the opening and closing of her honey hole, and the sweet moans resounded again; he withdrew his finger and inserted it again with Kumiko lying on her lap, and inserted his thumb into the tightening of her chrysanthemum bud… The sound that reverberated in the bathroom was no longer a moan, but a frantic whimpering, sobbing…

“Never used the doggy position yet. Since having sex with you, it seems like I’m particularly interested in these things.” Having Kumiko kneel on the floor with her arms propped up on the ground, Masashi half-kneeled and inserted his rod into her slit from behind her, while inserting his middle finger into the bud of her asshole and stirring it rapidly, Kumiko’s body trembled as she pushed up her ass, and her mouth blossomed once again with a mesmerizing moan.

“Oh… oh… oh… ah… ah… good! Good… ah… stick it in! Aah… Come on… Come on in! More! More… thrusting! … thrust! … Harder! Ah… Good! It’s… good… it’s leaking!

Ah… Ejaculation! …”

The sound echoed in the bathroom…

At that moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and someone poked his head in…

Masashi looks back and his face immediately turns gray to see his wife’s tense face.

Asari stood dumbfounded, bath towels and slippers strewn on the floor, her mother kneeling on it, her face pressed to the floor still gasping for breath, her husband’s rod in her fleshy hole, his fingers being… was she her own mother? Seeing Masashi withdrawing his rod, mom tried with difficulty to lift herself up, and with a scream from Mari, she ran towards her room on the second floor.

Masashi was just as dumbfounded as he was when he and Kumiko had sex for the first time, and it felt like a dream. Masashi didn’t know how to explain it because he couldn’t find a good excuse for such a scene, and how could she believe him no matter how he explained it? Masashi felt extremely panicked, thinking that his life in this family was over, but when he went through the divorce procedure, he couldn’t say that it was because he had sex with his mother-in-law, right? From now on, he would lose the love of two women.

“What should I do?” Masashi slowly removed his rod from his mother-in-law’s honey hole, which was still erect.

“When it comes down to it, leave everything to me!” The mother, by this time, probably because her daughter was born to her, had guts instead.

Kumiko stood up slowly with her hands propped up on the tub, a few peachy red patches on her white skin, needless to say Masashi’s work earlier, and a few splotches on her knees and half of her face from choking, she rubbed them and unscrewed the sprayer pulling Masashi in and rinsing him off, not forgetting to focus on the still erect rod before draping a yukata over him and pushing him out of the room and starting to clean up herself.

Masashi went out of the bathroom and drank a glass of whiskey and then a beer, trying to suppress his panic, but with his wife’s tense face and his mother-in-law’s voluptuous body alternating in front of his eyes, his wife’s scream before she ran away, and his mother-in-law’s mesmerizing moans constantly echoing in his ears, Masashi felt at a loss for words. In contrast, Kumiko, who had come out of the bathroom, seemed to be unconcerned, as if the house was still as usual, without the slightest hint of an impending storm.

“I want a drink too, pour me one.” Kumiko took the glass and let Masashi pour her a drink: “Don’t be in such a hurry, there’s nothing you can do if you’ve already been seen, you’d better go and apologize.”

“Am I alone?” Masashi murmured a low question.

“Because Mari is your wife, and you’re the one who did the wrong thing.” Kumiko sounded as soft as ever.

“┅How do I apologize?” After a long pause, Masashi asked again.

“This… just say that you saw that mom was a widow and pitiful, and that a moment of compassion turned her into this. Asari is a woman, she should understand.”

Whether or not it was understandable, Masashi was not at all confident. However, at least go and apologize. Warily, he walked up to the second floor, and luckily the bedroom door was unlocked. Pushing the door open a crack to look inside, immediately pillows flew over. Ducking in a hurry, Masashi breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the flying object was a pillow. If it was a vase or a cosmetic bottle, he would have felt a murderous aura, but a pillow is not so serious.

His wife was sprawled out on the bed, dressed in messy pajamas; how was she still in the mood to change into them? A flicker of doubt flickered through her, and I could tell she had just finished crying.

“Mari, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t come over! Don’t you! Don’t you! Don’t you!” Mari put her hands over her ears and started sobbing again once more.

“Mom was lonely too, raising you all by herself. But come to think of it, she’s still a woman in her forties…”

“No! … dirty! Dirty!”

“But facts are facts.”

“But it’s not your turn, your turn to have sex with her!”

“You’re right, don’t get angry like that yet.” Mari’s bulging ass quivered slightly, and her wife’s body was attractive. Masashi’s heart swam and he walked over to her and hugged her tight from behind.

“What are you doing! DON’T…” Asato turned her body around and tried to push Masashi’s body away with all her might.

“I apologize, I’m sorry. But I do love you, and I love mom, so let’s all live together in peace. I don’t want to hurt anyone, peace is what matters now.” Masashi whispered in Mari’s ear, his hand pressed against his upturned ass and rubbed it gently.

“Don’t bring that kind of politician’s mantra here!” Masashi got a slap on the face.

Without flinching, Masashi hugged the thin nightgown-clad flesh tightly and reached in to part her thighs. Ah, why isn’t she wearing any underwear? Could it be? The… the rod that was extremely aroused just now but hadn’t had time to vent was erecting again, grinding against his wife’s ass as his sliding hand sought out its target as if it were a rape.

“Don’t! It’s dirty!” The wife shouted and resisted, but there was a limit to her resistance.

Even more surprisingly Mari’s fleshy hole was already moist and penetration was not a difficult task. “Don’t! Don’t! …” Asari cried out, but the only thing that she could feel was that her pussy, as if it belonged to another person, had begun to embrace the penis!

“Mari, don’t be angry. You’re my wife, mom is mom!” With the rod resting in the deepest part of his body twisting slightly, letting the pubic hairs gently rub against his wife’s little buds one at a time, Masashi began to speak, strangely, what had been meant to be an apology and spoken as if it were an explanation.

The physical union seemed to somewhat ease Mari’s emotions.

“What exactly do you like about mom? Is mom… is mom better than me?!” It took a lot of effort for Mari to finish a plain sentence, accompanied by a stirring deep inside her body, immersed in a special, great excitement.

Asato was being shy, just thinking about the scene in the bathroom just now made me feel shy. Mom’s intoxicated moans, her husband’s arousal as he moved in and out of Mom’s slit, ah… a finger in Mom’s anus, standing outside the door for half a day unnoticed, and the strange position of the two men… they were her mother and her husband! Ah… I can’t think about it, it makes my slit water… What do I like about my mom? Can you tell her… is it her juicy nectar? As he hesitated, he rubbed his crotch against his wife’s slit with a secret vigor His wife’s mouth opened slightly, her breath began to come out sharply, a blush rose on her young, recently cried face, her pussy squirmed, and a puzzled, inquiring light appeared in her bewildered eyes.

“Oh… Mom… Mom has a special, feminine smell.” Masashi phrased it carefully, and as soon as he spat out the words “special, womanly smell”, Kumiko’s petal-like, juicy slit and white skin came to mind, and his heart was aroused, his rod pushed in and pressed against his wife’s writhing inner walls, and he lowered his head, sucked on Mari’s neck, and his tongue continued to wander, before he kissed her deeply on her panting lips. panting lips.

“What…” her husband’s lubricated tongue interrupted her own question, the coolness of the area where her tongue had licked brought a fiery sensation, Asato sighed, annoyance surging through her body, wanting so much, wanting so much… “Ah… Mom’s a woman, but I’m not a woman? “

His wife’s sobbing question made Masashi laugh and cry, but the crisis was almost over. As he rubbed his wife’s full, firm breasts, gently sucked on her tiny nipples, and watched her twist her lips with great effort, and let out a suppressed sigh of “B…” deep in her throat, Masashi realized this. But his wife’s reaction today, her reaction today was strange, and her suppressed sighs were not a sign that… he had been too careless in the past.

Feeling too cold to his wife before, Masashi began to increase the intention of tenderness, put his mouth to his wife’s ear murmuring: “Mom has been a woman for much longer than you. And you will continue to be a woman, you should also learn the advantages of mom, you see mom do housework is not often said that this time mom more mother taste?”

The meat stick began to thrust vigorously in his wife’s honey hole.

“Are you asking me to learn? AH… AH…” Mari couldn’t help but hug her husband as her body began to meet his thrusts, her mouth finally releasing a long suppressed moan of sexual arousal.

“I’m the one who learned it and then taught it to you, taking the flavor of my mother…”

Asari seemed to agree a little, but all she could do now was to let out “ah, ah…” as she hugged her husband tightly and the inner walls of her slit began to squirm nervously…

Masashi was sincerely pleased by his wife’s body’s response, and he continued to plow the virgin land of his wife.

“You are your mom’s alter ego, the same flesh. Your flesh is young and shouldn’t be jealous of mom.” Masashi murmured about his feelings, as if he was teaching someone how to behave… Asari’s moans became more and more urgent, the inner walls wriggled faster and faster, and with a loud cry of “Aaah…”, the wriggling inner walls suddenly tightened, and Masashi’s thrusting penis was entangled in the entire honey hole, caught in the infinite squeeze… The two of them faced each other for a while, and they almost stopped gasping for breath… They almost stopped breathing…

Finally Masashi began to ejaculate, and just at the same time, Asato went into a spasm and fell limp on the bed… Both of them climaxed at the same time.

(Women are so cute.)

But he’s only just beginning to understand women.

Fourth, the peony blossoms bloomed, and three butterflies flew in, hovering over the flowers… The following week was difficult for all three. The atmosphere in the house was awkward and subtle. Kumiko was outwardly as calm as ever, with the same quiet smile always on her face, but Masashi was reining himself in, and Kumiko had to return to her loneliness.

Masashi barely survived that day and didn’t dare to lighten the fire of war, plus his wife, Asato, rushed home from work and didn’t have a chance.

Several days had passed since that day’s events, and Asato still couldn’t be calm. The sight of her husband’s rod deep inside her hole, her fingers moving in and out of her anus, always in front of her eyes, and her mother’s moans of ecstasy, always echoing in her ears…

Every day after work, rushed home, her husband in the room watching TV, mom busy in the kitchen, embarrassed to eat, do not dare to meet her mother’s eyes, after eating hurriedly upstairs to their own rooms. Fortunately, the husband since that day is always in front of their own warmth, so that they do not dare to mention that day again. I can’t remember how I fell asleep after that day, except that I kept shouting loudly, as if I were competing with my mother in terms of volume, and then I was entangled in a tangle with my husband, tossing and turning on the bed like an octopus, who seemed to be particularly gentle and capable that day…

It’s Sunday, and Masashi said he’s out on a business trip. What kind of business trip can he have alone? In the past, the two of them used to go out together, but this time, he must be afraid of staying at home and being too embarrassed! Lying on the spacious bed, Asato thought about her husband.

It’s been a couple of nights where my husband has come to make out with himself as soon as it’s dark, and he’s been really good at it! But what about before that? Must have given it all to mom! That strange position…

When I think of the strange position of mom and her husband on that day, Asato felt her face burning, her body burning, when she made out with her husband in the past few days, she wanted to be like that with him several times, but he, how come he didn’t understand it? The bottom of the slit began to become wet again, can feel the nectar in the Milky Way out, after the baptism of the past few days, his own body’s sensitivity to surprise themselves!

Sliding my hand into my boxers, my fingers caressed the slit that had begun to swell, probing one finger, ah… what a wonderful feeling, the other hand slid up to my breasts, the nipples began to tense, ah! Mom… The events of that day in the bathroom were being visualized in front of my eyes, and the sliding of my fingers began to accelerate as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Ah… mom, I’m also… a woman… ah… mom… ah…”

I don’t know how much time passed, Asato sat up, her whole body was lazy, just now when she climaxed she was screaming again, she wouldn’t be heard by her mom, right? Heart vaguely feel a trace of uneasiness, covered in sweat, Mari slightly cleaned up, downstairs to take a shower.

I came out of the bathroom and saw mom sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the peonies. Mom’s husband may not be able to see it these days, but I’m her daughter, and I’ve been with her for so many years, so how can I not see it? Mom, mom withered, like a bouquet of broken flowers, withered! Poor mom!

Time seemed to stand still as Mari walked up behind Kumiko and quietly watched her mother’s back.

Perhaps it was true that mothers and daughters are connected, Kumiko turned back, and when she saw her daughter, Mari, standing behind her in a daze, her heart fluttered, but her face smiled in the same serene way, and taking her daughter’s hand, she looked at Mari and calmly said, “Mari, you’ve grown up…”

“Mom…”

There was a quick flash of disappointment, a flash of panic on mom’s face…

Mom must have been thinking about that… that… Ah, mom, I… “Don’t say anything, Mari…” Kumiko stood up and stroked her daughter’s face, who was hesitant to speak, “No matter what happens, mom loves you!”

The love in her mother’s eyes touched Mari deeply, and with the heat in her heart, she threw herself in front of Kumiko and hugged her mother tightly: “Oh, mom, mom…”

Mother and daughter hugged and choked back tears.

A calmer Asato reclined on the tatami, Kumiko crouched next to her.

“Mari, what did you, what just happened to you? Yelling in the room.”

“Ah… Mom, you… you heard everything?” Asato tensed for a moment.

“I heard you, you seemed to be calling for mommy, so mommy rushed up…”

“Oh… mom… mom, don’t say it.” Mari covered her face with her hands.

“My Asari has grown up, she’s an adult…” Kumiko leaned down and smiled in Asari’s ear, “Have you really grown up? Let me see…” As she said this, she reached into Asato’s yukata and explored her breasts, gently rubbing them.

“Oh… mom, mom…” Mari’s face began to redden and her body burned again, and her body, which had only just gained peace of mind, could not bear a little stimulation, ah! It’s stirring again… Oh… I want to… I want to… Turning my face, my mother’s mouth was close to my mouth… Oh… Mom… Mom has a special, womanly smell to her. Is it really like that? Mom is right next to me, ah! Mother… Asari reached out and pulled, Kumiko’s already unsteady body fell down and fell on top of Asari, who then hugged her mother, preventing Kumiko from breaking free.

Kumiko’s hand, which had been playing with her daughter’s breasts, lost its balance and fell onto the tatami mat, her body was pressed against her daughter’s body, and when she tried to straighten up, she was wrapped around her waist and hugged again.

“Ah! Ah… Asato, you…” Feeling my daughter’s mouth arching over her breasts, and the hot air coming from the neckline of her gorgeous dress, “What is my daughter doing? Aaah… aaah…” My daughter’s hand reached in through the hem of her dress, “Aaah… aaah… Asari, stop…” My daughter’s hand reached around her panties to her own slit, “Aaah… aaah…” My daughter’s slit tightened, and a strong, lonely feeling came over me. Her slit tightened up, and a strong feeling of lust came over her!

The hand could feel mom’s body tense up violently, the middle finger probed forward deep into mom’s fleshy hole, and the nectar gushed out, ah!

Mother is so sensitive… Her most sensitive place was being invaded by her daughter’s hand, and Kumiko panicked, “Ah!

Ah… Asato, what are you doing…” My daughter’s hands were playing from side to side, ah! She’s stimulating the buds! Ah… She’s penetrating the nectar hole. Ah… Don’t move. Ah… Asato’s hand has slipped out, and, uh… Asato’s whole body seems to have vanished…

“Mom, no matter what happens, Asato loves you, mom…” Asato lay on the tatami, hugging Kumiko, who was lying on her back, tightly. Mom is panting so hard, ah! Mom, all the grievances that had been building up in her heart for so many days finally erupted, “Ah… Mom…” Asato burst into tears and threw herself into Kumiko’s arms.

“Mari, you don’t blame mommy anymore? Mom knew you’d understand eventually, ah! Mari, uh…”

Kumiko wrapped her arms around her daughter and kissed her tears, “Ah… my child, mommy’s baby…”

Asato sank into her mother’s warm embrace, her mother’s kisses were soft and sweet, “Ahh! Mom…” Kumiko kept on kissing, and Asato sobbed and tilted her head up, and intentionally or unintentionally, their mouths touched.

“Ah… ah…” Raising her head, her mother was also looking at her, and mother and daughter confronted each other… Finally, their mouths tentatively and clumsily came together again.

“Ah, ah…” Mother and daughter kissed deeply, and after an unknown period of time, both of them let out a choked gasp. Asari’s yukata, which was already spread out in a messy manner, was now lifted up, and Kumiko’s gorgeous dress began to fall off one by one and spread out on the tatami floor, the two of them were finally naked… and their fingers were roaming over each other’s slit Their hot lips sucked on each other’s breasts, shifting their positions and caressing each other greedily in the sixty-nine positions…

The young, elastic body and the mature, plump, snow-white body were pressed tightly together, and with choked gasps, both of them were drenched in juices…

Ah… Mom, Mom has a special, feminine smell. Is that really true? Asato insistently attacked Kumiko’s feminine features, rubbing, scrubbing, licking, sucking, groping, touching… The repressed motherly nature of Kumiko, who was lying on her back, was awakened and began to act as well! Feeling that sexual desire had overtaken her whole body and that she had no strength left, Mari struggled and used her last bit of strength to hold Kumiko’s buttocks tightly so that her slit was pressed tightly against her mouth.

“Ah… ah… ah… ah…” Two sighs came out one after the other as they both climaxed.

“Ah… Ah… Ejaculation! … Ejaculation! … ah! Ah… more! … more…” Kumiko, in the midst of her orgasm, let out an overwhelming roar, and her ass rubbed back and forth against Mari’s mouth, her hand thrusting desperately into Mari’s fleshy hole.

“AH… AH…” Underneath her, Asato pushed her lower body hard and tightly against Kumiko’s writhing hands, and her mouth slurping on Kumiko’s slit couldn’t be used any longer, so she stuck out her tongue… and the intense orgasm came again.

“Ah… that’s good, beautiful, ah… mom…” Asato, lost in the aftertaste of his orgasm, gently stroked Kumiko beside him, pressed his head into his mother’s lap, her wet slit right in front of her eyes, and gently poked a finger into it, causing her mother to let out a slight shudder.

Ah! Mom, is that that special, womanly smell?

Asari’s fingers were teasing her own arousal again, and Kumiko began to let out another gasp, grabbing her daughter’s hand, Kumiko sat up, her daughter’s toned, solid body lying shyly flat, her full slits high, her nipples pointing upward.

“Mari, you are growing up.”

Her mother’s gaze caused a stirring to well up deep inside Mari, and she curled her legs in embarrassment so as to hide her exposed slit. Kumiko saw this and smiled as she spread her daughter’s legs, leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth, pressing her palm down flat against her protruding slit and rubbing it gently. Her daughter’s gasps were quickening again, and her daughter, who was also very sensitive, began to speed up her hand with this in mind…

“Ah… ah… mom, I… don’t… don’t…” Asato cried out in a gasp, pushing Kumiko’s hands away and rolling over, pinning Kumiko down, “This time, I don’t want to be at the bottom this time, this time I’ll be at the top… top… top… top… top… top… top… top… top… top… top… bottom.” As he licked and slurped at Kumiko’s moist slit, and as he pushed out these surprising words from deep in his throat, his hips began to move back and forth, rubbing hard against Kumiko’s mouth, which was just about to make fun of him, and the two of them began to become entwined again…

Asari’s movements became faster and faster, moans once again echoed through the room, “Ah! Mom, ah…” Mom’s mouth was moist and soft, ah! Mom stuck out her tongue, ah! Mother’s fingers… Looking up at Mari’s ass moving back and forth, Kumiko stuck out her tongue as hard as she could, as her daughter’s slit gradually opened up and her nectar increased, ah! Her daughter’s hand probed her slit, which was opening and closing, “Ah… Asari, come on!” Kumiko poked her finger into her daughter’s anus!

Asari screamed, “Ah… ah… ah… mother… that’s good… ah… mother… stick it in… fast… fast…” Her hips no longer had the strength to swing, and she sank down onto Kumiko’s mouth, screaming more and more miserably as Kumiko’s fingers continued to dig deeper and deeper, unable to stand it any longer! His ass subconsciously lifted upwards.

“Ah…” Mom’s fingers were thrown off, “Ah! more… more… ah! ohh… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more… more

“Ah! …” The feeling of fullness permeated my entire body, and I had no strength left.

“Ah! It’s…” Mari looked back, ah! Husband!

Behind her, her husband’s rod was ramming vigorously!

Asato was overwhelmed by the incessant slamming one by one, softly crouching on Kumiko’s body, with her mother’s slit that was being opened and closed right in front of her eyes, gasping and shouting out loud without stopping, her heart throbbing as her mind visualized the scene in the bathroom the other day.

Ah! Mom, Mom has a special, feminine smell… Is this it?

Aaah… My husband’s rod became even more aggressive, and the shock from the anus went to the deepest part of my body, “Aaah… Mom is licking the slit again, aaah…” Asari fainted.

Masashi, who had slipped out of the house on the pretext of a social engagement, had actually been wandering around, attracted by his mother-in-law’s ripe, hot body, especially today when he hadn’t had a chance to have sex for a week. He had only had time to hug her before leaving the house in the morning, and he had pushed his fingers into her wet, petal-like slit and felt it hard… I wanted to go crazy with desire! He eagerly hoped that his wife, Mari, would leave the house soon so that he could sneak home and enjoy Kumiko’s dripping nectar.

But what’s wrong today? Why hasn’t Mari gone out yet? Usually she can’t stay home. I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time, but I don’t see my wife leaving the house, so what is she doing at home? Is she afraid of the awkward atmosphere and staying in her room? Then…

Creating opportunities for himself in his mind, Masashi quietly entered the house. He didn’t dare to enter the living room, but went around to the side and peeked over the balcony railing, but  was alone with his mother-in-law, so he just… crouched down and slowly raised his head, ah! In the living room, “Ah…” Masashi was stunned.

“Ah! Ah… Ah… Mom, it’s so good! Ah… Mom… stick it in, quickly! Hurry… ah!

ohhNo, she was roaring, screaming at the top of her lungs, with her mother-in-law’s finger in her anus… Masashi couldn’t take his eyes off her, and his rod was tingling at the tip of his leg! Seeing his wife’s growing frenzy, Masashi couldn’t hold back any longer. He somehow managed to climb over the railing, unzipped his pants as he ran, and pressed his wife’s bouncing buttocks, which were firm and elastic, and which he could not hold back any longer. He somehow managed to climb over the railing, unzipped his pants as he ran, and pressed his wife’s bouncing buttocks, which were firm and elastic, and which he could not hold back any longer. He somehow managed to climb over the railing, unzipped his pants as he ran, and pressed his wife’s bouncing buttocks, which were firm and elastic, and which he could not hold back any longer. He somehow managed to climb over the railing, unzipped his pants as he ran , and pressed his wife’s bouncing buttocks, which were firm and elastic, and which he could not hold back any longer. He somehow managed to climb over the railing, unzipped his pants as he ran , and pressed his wife’s bouncing buttocks, which were firm and elastic, and which he could not hold back any longer.

Kumiko was the one who was happiest about Masashi’s sudden appearance. When Masashi left in the morning, he looked like a lecher who hadn’t seen a woman in 81 years. He didn’t leave a word, but he had that look in his eyes! She was sure that as soon as her daughter, Mari, left the house, he would come back, but then… her son-in-law’s huge rod was close at hand, and her daughter’s anus was being ripped out of her anus and stuffed in even more quickly, and her daughter’s body was being…

“Ah! My daughter is not moving, ah… she must have fainted, ah… I myself did not experience this kind of excitement until I was in my thirties! Ah… happy daughter…” She suppressed a twinge of jealousy towards her daughter and continued to lick her daughter’s red, swollen slit, her tongue licking rapidly at the center of the bright red bud!

“My daughter lay motionless on her body, ah! She is completely absorbed in her joy, it’s my turn… I want it too! AH… AH…” Leaving her daughter’s slit to lick upwards, her tongue touched her son-in-law’s still-thrusting, magnificent rod.

“Ah… ah… ah…” A choked gasp escaped from his wife Asato’s motionless, half-open mouth, ah! My wife had an orgasm, and there was a cool tenderness from Mother-In-Law’s deft, lubricated tongue at her crotch. “Aaah…” Masashi’s boiling sexual desire was slightly cooled down, and aaah… Mother-In-Law’s voluptuous, succulent flesh.

Turning sharply, his leg pushed against his wife Mari’s head and thrust!

“Ah… wife and mother-in-law were crushed underneath. Ah! Insertion… Insertion…” roaring in my mind, “Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…. Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah..!

My mother-in-law’s plump flesh was trembling, my wife’s head was squirming and sticking out her tongue, ah… my wife’s tongue was so warm!

Asari was awakened by the weight on her body and the trembling beneath her, the moans and growls ringing in her ears made her body excited again, “Ah… her husband’s rod is moving in and out of her mother’s slit rapidly… ah… I want more… I want more!” Stretching out her hand, she grasped it tightly, “Ah… I’ve got it, ah… he’s coming…” The rod in her hand trembled and shook, her semen flashing before her eyes, “Ah… give it to me… I want it…” Putting it in her mouth, she sipped and sucked, ah! I wanted to swallow it…

My daughter and son-in-law, who were lying on their backs, let out another lingering moan, ah… what… whose hand is it? Ah!

Another hand! Ah… two hands… ah! No, three or more! Ah… weaving in and out of one’s slit, deeper and deeper, ah… what’s squeezing into the anus? Ah… It’s going to explode… Turning my head as hard as I can, I can’t see anything, ah…

At some point, the peonies in the living room bloomed, and three butterflies flew in, hovering over the flowers… end of story

(TENDER LOVING CARE)

A Story of Mother Love by Day Dreamer (Davey & Alice Renfrow) Original: Daydreamer

Warning: The following stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual behavior and “incestuous” relationships!

If you can’t accept it or are a minor, please don’t proceed!

“Geez, David, why did you stay home and watch TV on a Friday night instead of going out for pleasure? This is the second weekend in a row you’ve stayed home.”

Iris – David’s mother – smiled and stood in front of the sofa on which sat her son.

“I have no objection to your being at home. Since your father died, I’ve become lonely at times, so it feels good to have you with me at night. You’ve grown up, and even though I can’t help you much, I still care about you. You always used to be busy, but lately you seem to be taking it easy.”

She touched the hair on his forehead and asked, “Any trouble in your love life?”

David looked up at his mother and smiled, a faintly bitter smile.

“No, mom, everything’s fine. I just want to get away from girls for a while.”

Iris sat down against David and held his hand.

“That sounds a little wrong. I think you should get closer to the girls, they used to call you. What happened? Do you have any problems with girls?” Iris’ face took on a worried expression, “You didn’t get a girl pregnant, did you?”

David laughed again, but this time it was a pleasant laugh.

“No, Mom, I can assure you I didn’t get any of the girls pregnant.”

Iris held his hand tightly and said, “Very well, why then? Why don’t you tell me? Anyway, mom usually has more experience than you.”

“Oh mom, it’s not a big deal, but… it’s hard to talk about, it’s about boys.”

“Oh, of course!” Iris laughed metaphorically, “You think Mom’s a puritan — you don’t think it’s appropriate if you talk to her about sex? I’m assuming that your boy’s question is about sex. Am I right?”

David blushed a little as he nodded and said, “Yes, at least from a certain point of view.”

Iris looked at David stoically for a moment of silence.

“David, I may be a woman, but I do know about some of the so-called ‘boy things’. When I was your age, my two younger brothers showed me a lot, and I helped them with a lot of their adolescent troubles… Of course, we were just kind of platonic and intimate for almost twenty years. After that, your father Joe and I married…”

Iris broke the sullen expression of the serious topic with a smile as she continued, “Our sex life is very sweet, not something that an innocent child like you can imagine… I’m not an expert on the subject, but I do know a lot about it. I think I can help you with your problem.”

“Mom, I’m really nothing, I’m just a little disoriented and I don’t even know how to express it.”

“Tell me when it all started, when they rejected you?”

“Well… there were dates before that, but they always said ‘no’… I could never…”

“Can’t what? You can’t… with them? Or you can’t…?”

“They’re all very nice to me, and I love them, but I… I guess I’m a failure.”

“You went to bed with them on a date, but you were… on the verge of… when they screamed for sex. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?”

David smiled bitterly and said, “Yes, that’s pretty much it. I was… on top of… them and I chickened out.”

“A veritable ‘lonely companion’, isn’t it?” Iris chuckled.

※Translator’s note: ‘Lonely companion’ (Badcase of the blue balls) is supposed to be a sex toy.

Embarrassed, David dodged Alice’s coquettish gaze and murmured, “Yes, it’s true to its name…”

“That’s nothing, I’m not sure what girls are like nowadays, I was quite active back then, well… I mean sexually, most girls were eager to sleep with boys back then. But there were also the overly conservative type of girls who still cared about the so-called ‘reputation’, and I don’t think you were unlucky enough to run into them, were you?”

“No, I’ve been very lucky so far. Most of the girls I’ve dated have been very eager to… get laid, but my there… I’ve tried many times to annoy them, but it doesn’t work… and it’s happened a few times since then, so I’d like to leave it alone for a while, and maybe someday I’ll meet a girl who’s a little more patient.”

Iris gently stroked David’s arm, a worried look in her eyes: “You’re still young, maybe it’s just a slight impotence. I know a good doctor, I’ll make an appointment for you on Monday.”

“Impotence?” David turned his head and smiled loudly at Iris: “No, mom, it’s not. My problem is not impotence, it’s… the opposite…”

“On the contrary?” Iris gazed at her son in confusion, her eyes slowly falling to the crotch of David’s jeans, where the huge bulge gave her a definite answer. She raised her eyes to scrutinize her son’s face: “You mean your problem is that you’re… too big there, don’t you?”

David said helplessly, “Yes, it’s… it’s… too big. It’s so big that every girl who sees it runs away in fear. I’m… I’m 20 years old and I’m still a virgin!” David’s face was full of worry.

Alice caressed David’s arm again and said, “Oh! My baby, you look just like your father, Joe, and all these years I’ve been wondering if you’ve inherited all his features… His place was huge, and now I’m sure you’ve inherited it from him.”

“Are you saying that Papa also has a big… oh, I mean Papa’s there is also big?”

“Yes…” said Iris softly, lost in her memories: “Yes, he had a big… oh, he was big, big…”

“How’s he doing big?”

Alice opened her hand and compared it to a length of about 12 inches, “His place is longer than this…” and slowly closed her fingers and curled them into a big circle, “It’s about this thick.”

David’s eyes lit up, barely suppressing the joy in his heart as if he lowered his voice and said, “Really?

Why does it sound like you’re talking about me! When I’m excited I… You’re not lying, are you?”

“You’re living proof of your dad!” She laughed.

“The beginning was really troublesome…” Iris said slowly, looking away, “especially the first few days!

Both of us kept working on it, and I adapted to him little by little… It took us more than two weeks before we actually spent our wedding night. After that, it was only after I was able to accommodate him completely… that I began to realize the enjoyment of marriage.”

She paused and whispered to David, “Really, that was really enjoyable…”

Alice’s eyes are full of laughter: “That girl has to have a lot of patience and desire to accept you. I’m telling you this to prepare you mentally, that kind of girl is hard to find, you have to go on discovering until your efforts are rewarded – you find the girl who loves you and  wants to marry you.”

“Oh, God!” David said, “But I’m not going to get married. Can’t I just not get married?”

Iris laughed, and said implicitly, “It’s okay not to get married, you know, there’s another way to take care of your needs.”

David said sadly, “Oral sex? No, the girls won’t allow it.”

Iris looked at the saddened David and smiled, saying: “There are other ways, if you really can’t stand it anymore you can try the ‘Lonely Mate’, like this…” she reached out her hand and curled her fingers to make a grasping gesture and kept moving up and down: “I know it’s a poor substitute, but it’s better than nothing. “I know it’s a poor substitute, but it’s better than nothing.”

“You’re absolutely right, it’s better than nothing.” He smiled and skimmed his lips, then looked sad again: “I’ve done that when I had to, I really had to, otherwise I would have had that dream.”

Iris smiled again and said, “Baby, masturbation is normal, and for a boy, so are lustful dreams.”

“Mom… can you tell me how you can… ‘get used to him little by little’ when Dad is with you?”

“I can’t say unless you…”

“Mom, tell me, no matter what… even if I would blush.”

“If I show you… it might help you. I have to go to my room to get something first, and I’ll tell you more about it when I come back.”

Iris went to her bedroom and brought back a large shoe box. She opened it and took out a dildo the size of a normal penis — about six inches long, but with a larger than normal glans.

“We started with this one… He used it on me until I could get completely comfortable with it.” She smiled, with a hint of shyness on her face: “It made me a real woman… it took away my hymen.”

Then she pulled out the other one, a much larger dildo about 9 inches long and with a matching glans.

“After I was able to savor womanly pleasure from that one, we started using this one, and your dad pounded and pounded and pounded with it until I was able to get used to it smoothly after a week.”

“But… it sounds like you were practicing with this one at the time, so how come it’s dad who’s thrusting with it?”

Iris raised her hand as she had done before: “I’m using it… You’re right, it’s a poor substitute, but it relieves your father’s needs and stops him from coming in there too early…”

“And then what?”

“Then we used this large one.” Iris removed a huge dildo from the box.

It is a perfect replica of a penis, except for its length, as it is about 12 inches long and correspondingly thick.

David stared and gasped – it looked just like his penis, and the thought of a woman being able to hold such a dildo in her pussy, his… an excitement that he hadn’t felt for a long time instantly filled his body, and his penis began to swell a little bit.

“God! Mom…” David whispered, “Can you stand it… can you stand it there?”

“Initially I couldn’t. But after a long time of gentle caressing and a number of KY lubes and more going in just a little more each time we did it, we finally made it. After it made it all the way in and I could barely tolerate its thrusts, we finally began our wedding night, and your unlucky father was finally able to give up the poor substitute and do it for real. God, we did it all night…” A blush flew across Alice’s face as she continued, “I’m pretty sure we had you that night.”

David felt an erection, the front of his jeans bulging like it was being filled with a large sausage.

Iris noticed the bulge under his pants: “Ah baby! It does look like you inherited all of your dad’s features.”

David blushed and said, “Mommy, no girl wants to go through that process… even if she loves me.”

“If she really loved you, she would  mean it.”

“I can only hope so. Maybe she’ll show up tomorrow, maybe she’ll  mean to get married and get through those long forges.”

“Maybe so, but if she really loves you and  intends to marry you, she certainly  intends to.”

“Mom, mom, what you’ve told me has taught me a lot. Before this, I thought that sooner or later I would be able to find a girl who could accommodate a girl of my age; now it seems that such girls are few and far between, and I should be prepared… Before I at least had some hope, and in the future…”

“Oh… baby, I’m so sorry. I only did what you wanted me to do, and I didn’t think it would deflate my baby.”

Seeing how nervous she was, David laughed, he smiled happily and said, “Oh! Mommy, Mommy, I’m not complaining. I’m glad you told me all this. I’m deflated merely because I’ve realized that my bad luck is normal, and that it’s going to continue for quite some time.”

“Hey, just go with the flow.”

“Yes. I hope I’m not an old man with gray hair when she finally shows up.”

┅┅

In the shower that night, David carefully washed his cock with soap and masturbated afterwards to express his depression.

As he ran his hand frantically up and down, the biggest dildo in the world was at times visualized in his mind, “pop, pop, pop…” pushing and pulling it out… in his mother’s pussy, wet and glistening with lewd juices… the brilliant imagination quickly brought on an overwhelming orgasm, “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh… ” shooting down the far side of the drainpipe.

He had never thought of his mother in a sexual way before, but after listening to her talk about what she and his father had done he thought differently. He had visions in his mind of his father pushing his huge cock in and out of his mother’s pussy… and even though he had just had an orgasm, he soon had another erection…! After he finally went to bed exhausted, his dreams came back to haunt him… the dildo moving wildly in and out of his mother, his father thrusting with his real dildo… and finally he jumped into his dreams! Jumping into her pussy… When he woke up the next morning, his shorts were covered in slime.

It was evening again, and David had just finished his shower and was about to go to bed when his mother’s whisper came from the doorway of his open bedroom, “David, are you okay? Are you asleep?”

“No, not asleep yet. Come in.”

David could see her standing in the hallway in front of his bedroom door, and behind her was the dazzling hall. She was wearing a thin nightgown, and the light from the hall could easily pass through the translucent fabric, showing the silhouette of her body. He could see that even though she was long past forty, her body was still young. The light filtered through the juncture of her crotch and thighs, and he could faintly see the black, triangular shape of soft pubic hair.

He was deeply shocked by this light in front of him, and for just a brief moment, his cock reacted immediately, rapidly filling with blood and erection, and his breath began to catch in his throat uncontrollably. He settled down and looked over again, he could see the hazy indentation of her, and remembering all the hot things she had recounted, remembering the 12-inch dildo, remembering the sexual acts she and his father had had together, he felt the sensuality of his mother, the woman he wanted!

Suddenly, he realized how unforgivable all the lewd, distorted thoughts he was thinking about his mother were, and he mentally groaned and tried desperately to dismiss the incestuous thoughts, but it didn’t work… David was still mentally wrestling with them when Elise walked into the room.

David saw something in his mother’s hand, and as she approached his bed, he could tell it was a round bucket, like a tube of toothpaste.

Alice walked over to the bed, she sat down against his supine body and said, “David, I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and I’m very sorry that I couldn’t help you. Before your father and I were married, he used to tell me when he was frustrated, so I know a little bit about what you’re going through right now…” She brushed his hair and continued, “I’ve determined that what you need is some TLC – some of that mommy tenderness.”

David’s cock was sharply erect under the sheets, she looked at the small tent formed by the bulge in his sheets and gently lifted them up: “It looks as if I was right, and it came at just the right time.”

“What do you mean?” David mumbled the words with a half-hearted effort. He actually understood his mom’s words and his heart went wild with joy, but he couldn’t believe it!

Iris didn’t say anything, just looked at her son’s erect penis wrapped in his underwear with relief. As she silently watched, his penis became even more erect, even throbbing.

Iris reached up and made the same gesture she had done the first day and smiled, “I think maybe you’ll enjoy a change from using your ‘poor substitute’ all the time. It may be a ‘poor substitute’ as well, but it’s always been my experience that when someone else does it for you, it’s always better than doing it yourself.”

She reached out and rubbed David’s cock gently through the bulging panties, her fingers working hard one by one, her whole palm pressing down slightly. Under her touch, David’s breathing gradually shortened, Iris smiled with satisfaction and said, “There may be a woman in your life in the future who can adapt to you, now I’ll help you once for her.”

Iris clutched David’s cock, and the hardness and length coming from under her hand made her marvel, “God, you’re so big!” She grabbed his briefs and slid them down, and David couldn’t help but lift his hips and crotch upward for her convenience, his straight cock resting against his tight boxer shorts, blocking Iris’ view.

Finally, Iris slid the shorts down to his calves and his cock stood complete in the air! Iris released her tight grip on the shorts, her fingers trembling with nervousness, and took a deep breath so loud that David could hear it. She reached out with both hands and gently cupped the huge cock in front of her, sighing softly, “Oh, David, my baby! Oh, my baby, it’s so big! It’s just like your father’s, oh God! You’re even bigger than he was!”

She gently rubbed his cock and gestured, “Oh, your dad is so much worse than you, no wonder all those girls ran away! Don’t worry, let mommy take care of you, mommy will help you release your stock.”

She lifted up the bag of toothpaste next to the bed and David noticed that it was KY lubricant, not toothpaste. After removing the cap, she squeezed some onto his large glans, then gently spread it around with the palm of her hand… As she moved her hand, David gasped with excitement, his hips trembling lightly as he bobbed up and down, left and right. Soon, David’s penis was evenly coated with lubricant, and he was so excited that he could hardly contain himself, moaning, “Oh, God… Mom! Ohhhh..! It’s… so good…”

She squeezed some more lubricant into his scrotum and gently spread it around in the same way, then she played with his scrotum and testicles with one hand, and with the other she gently clutched the root of his penis and stroked it upwards, and when her hand came to the most sensitive part of his glans, she gently drew small circles on it with her fingertips… David sensed that she was an expert in this area, and that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Slowly but relentlessly, his mother’s hand was stimulating his pleasure, David’s arousal increased dramatically, he began to subconsciously moan… Gradually, the feeling of arousal grew stronger and stronger, the muscles of his body involuntarily tensed, his buttocks pushed upwards, a slight liquid was flowing from the opening of his penis, his cock wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted… Her hand rubbed more and more urgently, and his cock pushed up higher and higher!

“Oh… God, mom! I’m so excited…” he moaned.

“Come on! My baby, let it come when it comes! That’s what I want… come…”

Iris accelerated the strokes of her hand again, and David’s back arched high, his body stiffening in the air… suddenly! He exploded… A huge glob of semen shot into the air and landed on the ground two paces away, followed by splatters of semen on his chest… Iris moved her palm over his glans and clenched it tightly and squeezed upwards… her other hand covered the top of his cock, and his cock sprayed and spurted into her other hand! Huge puddles of semen ran down her hand over his cock, dripping onto his body, making his cock slippery…

Her clenched penis continued to squeeze, and gradually, David’s body relaxed, and his hips, frozen in the air, fell heavily onto the bed, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling sharply as he gasped for breath, “Oh… God, Mom, I don’t know what to say…” he finally whispered in a broken voice.

“Don’t say anything, just relax and enjoy this.”

She took a cloth and wiped him clean of the cum and scattered spots, luckily, he had her hand guarding him when he ejaculated and scattered very little, then took the cum stained cloth out of the room, when she was done with that she went down and kissed him softly on the cheek, “Little baby, do you feel better now?” She asked.

“It’s like I’m in heaven! It’s never been this good before.” He stroked her arm and said, “Thanks, Mom, that was the best TLC ever.”

“That’s what mommy’s supposed to do, sweet dreams, baby.”

David smiled tiredly and said, “At least they’re supposed to be ordinary dreams.”

After Iris left, David relaxed from the most amazing orgasm he had ever experienced and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Just as he was almost asleep, he heard a suppressed, rhythmic gasp coming from the next room, followed by what seemed to be some moaning… David was so relaxed that he couldn’t be sure if he’d actually heard something or if he’d dreamed something else.

The next morning, David awoke to the aroma of coffee.

When he got up he realized he was completely naked and the memories of the first night quickly came back to him. His cock was already semi-hard when he remembered the special TLC his mother had provided him with.

He found his shorts, put them on and went to the kitchen, ready to savor the tantalizing coffee.

Iris took a seat at the table, the aroma of coffee flooding from the cup in front of her as she sipped slowly.

Seeing him come in, she lifted her head: “Good morning, lazybones. Coffee is ready, come on.”

David poured himself a cup and returned to the table. He was just about to sit down when he raised his eyes and he noticed something that attracted him even more than the coffee. Iris was still wearing the same long robe she had worn last night, and she was leaning over to sip her coffee, the top hem of the robe tilted forward so that she could see her creamy white breasts, which were topped with light brown nipples! David felt a rapid erection in his penis, pushing up against the front of his shorts!

David had to sit down quickly before Iris noticed his predicament. After sitting down, with what he had just seen and the scene in front of his bedroom the previous night still dangling in front of his eyes from time to time, he nervously picked up his piping hot coffee and forced himself to forget for a moment about the charms Iris was displaying.

Iris finished her coffee and got up to take her cup to the sink. As she did so, David had another visual treat. He noticed the fascinating curves outlined by her thin robe, the slim curves of a voluptuous, mature woman, and the thin silk fabric that covered between her buttocks did nothing to hold back the allure of that behind, instead accentuating how round and soft her buttocks were, and the white, shimmering skin that was clearly visible through the robe that clung to her buttocks. David was reminded again of the enchanting flavor of the first night in the hallway, and now it was daytime, bright daytime, daytime when everything was in full view!

David watched greedily… Before all this happened, David had never paid special attention to Iris, his mother, who was his mother, just his mother, but now, he wanted Iris to be anyone, any woman, other than his mother.

David got up behind Iris and stood, he took her by the waist behind her and wrapped her body tightly around him, kissing her on the nape of her neck.

“Thank you, mom, last night I… that was really what I wanted most.”

He hugged her so tightly that he could even feel the warmth of her body, his cock hardening again as it pressed against her ass, which was soft in its resilience. His hands roamed her soft belly, traveling downward little by little, exploring her pubic bone, then downward, probing the crevice between her legs, like a lost child searching for his home.

Iris pressed her hand against David’s, swayed her hips slightly to shake off the cock pressed against her ass, and smiled: “Does it feel good? It’s been so long since I’ve experienced this, but today… I feel like I’m 20 years old again! Sultry, passionate, young.”

Iris pulled David’s hand away from her waist and turned to face him. David’s cock was still poking around in an unfaithful manner and she grabbed it through his shorts and said, “My baby, your little baby is in trouble again, isn’t it? How would you like to relax?” She smiled – vaguely – “Maybe I should give it an individual counseling session, let’s get started.”

She walked into the living room and stood in front of an easy chair.

“Come on, David, sit.”

David walked over to him and as he was about to sit down Iris pulled off his shorts all the way down to his feet. Giving him another gentle push to oblige him to sit, she then knelt down on the floor in front of him. David’s cock jerked up like a white stick and throbbed uncontrollably, one at a time. Iris took hold of his penis and said incredulously, “My God, my baby, last night… it was so bad!”

“Lord, I don’t want it to be like that, it always makes me nervous.”

Iris moved closer to David’s cock and leaned back and said, “Now, let’s take a moment to let it show itself.” With that said she stuck her tongue out and licked the huge glans.

She spun around and licked the huge glans, and David’s cock couldn’t stop jerking as he panted and grunted, “God, Mom, no one’s ever done this for me before, not a single girl  meant to try it.”

She took hold of his cock and licked the head, the head down, and the white stick gradually turned into a huge white rod, and when she skillfully licked the underside of the glans with the tip of her tongue, he began to moan: “Oh, mom, there, there… it’s so wonderful…”

Iris looked up and said, “In the past, in the days before my hysterectomy and when I wasn’t physically able to do so, I used to do this to your father, he loved to have me lick here, and I think you probably did too.”

She grinned and added: “He usually lasted at least a day, and whenever he had time that day, he would let me hold it in my mouth, like this…” She opened her mouth as wide as she could: “I used to be able to take his whole cock in, I don’t know if I can do that now, let me try. “

She opened her mouth as wide as it would go again and pushed David’s cock in as hard as she could, but the glans of the cock was so big that it bulged her mouth, and she swallowed down as hard as she could, the rod fitting tightly into her wide-open lips, and at last she could barely hold it in. All David could do in the process was moan as he relished the pleasure his mother was giving him.

Iris bobbed her head up and down slightly with his cock in her mouth, and he could feel the cock sliding about 2 inches in her mouth, and could feel the soft, warmth of her mouth as the glans pushed in.

Iris slowly raised her head again so that the glans, which was deep in her throat, retreated into her mouth so that her tongue had barely room to move. Her mouth sucked hard, her tongue circling his glans, over and over again, David’s breath coming in short gasps, the pleasure slowly rising to arousal… Iris held his cock in one hand and gently wiggled it, the other cupping his heavy scrotum and caressing his testicles… His body spasmed, his hands trembling as he stroked and caressed his mother’s hair…

“Oh… God, mom! It’s so exciting… I’m so excited… I’m going to come! If… if I don’t stop… I’m going to flow into your mouth! …”

Iris responded to his warning with a sharper rise and fall of her head, a gentler sucking of her mouth, and a more vigorous licking of her tongue! All of this made the imminent eruption of his mind – his cock began a sharp spasm, followed by a spurt! And again! And…

David felt like he was floating in the air, he had never experienced such extreme pleasure before, he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop… With each impact of his glans, he saw her throat squirming wildly, but he had more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more jets! More ejaculation! …

She almost succeeded, only a very small amount of cum escaped her gentle encirclement, and from the corner of her mouth, they flowed in rivulets down his cock, but were immediately intercepted by her hand.

David’s orgasm slowly subsided and soon his cock stopped pulsing and began to shrink. As it got smaller Iris swallowed it into her mouth as it now had enough room to move. When it finally grew pendulous Alice released it and David looked incredulously at his baby, it was clean – Alice had sucked all the traces of it.

Iris sat up and smiled at David, sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking the corner of her lips before licking a quick circle around them.

“Oh, mom, I never thought this could happen to me. I don’t believe any girl could have done that for me… It’s like a dream…”

“I told you he needed an individual counseling session,” she said as she patted his now-relaxed cock, “and it looks like he took it, which was quite a lesson.”

She smiled and stood up with a gentle squeeze of his cock.

Suddenly, David felt a love like he had never felt before, and the person who gave it to him was her mom.

After dinner, David took a shower and changed into his pajamas and walked to the living room to watch TV.

After about 30 minutes, Iris came in as well.

David could see that her hair was damp, so she must have just taken a shower, plus he could see all the parts he’d ever seen before as he watched in fascination.

She was wearing a short nightgown, so short that it only came down to her thighs and the roots of her thighs could be dimly seen. As she crossed the room to the sofa, her breasts fluttered slightly as she walked, and as she turned in front of the sofa, he could see them swaying from side to side, and through the thin layer of fabric, it was as if he could see them strolling leisurely… He thought back to the morning, and his eyes were dazzled by the sight of her supple hips, her slim waist… She sat down on the sofa with one leg curled up, and for a moment, the inside of her thighs was in plain sight It was so obvious that he could see almost all the way down to her crotch.

She looked mature and sexy, and with her he had experienced an overwhelming excitement, one he had never experienced with another girl. His cock was hardening and swelling again, his nightshirt was bulging, and he sneaked his hand into it to move it so she wouldn’t notice.

She had done it for him, no, not once, but twice, twice in just the past 24 hours, but now again… he was worried that he might have turned her off with such a frenzied sexual appetite.

He liked what she had done for him, and she was so into it, so enthusiastic, and he wanted to… After a while, Iris seemed to be interested in the TV show, and she relaxed and reclined on the sofa, her short nightgown down to her thighs, and her clothes parted. From where David was, he could only see the front part of her thighs, but now he could see all the way up! He saw…

Her pussy, surrounded by a dark mass of pubic hair, was naked and on display for him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the grassy sanctuary, he knew it would be easy for her to notice, but he couldn’t take his eyes off… It didn’t look like her pussy was any different from the ones he’d seen before but feared him sticking his nose in, but David knew it was different, he knew it was a pussy that could hold a huge organ even if it was as big as his.

He looked at it greedily, his fingers twisting to resist the urge to touch it, the pussy, the pussy that could hold his big cock, and he thought… Finally, he couldn’t resist the urge… David went over to her and sat down on the couch next to Alice, “Mom,” he said, “is the TV show really that good? Is it really that good? I’d like to talk to you for just a minute, but I can wait until it’s over.”

Iris inclined her head and smiled at him: “There’s nothing to see, it’s just a soap opera, I’ll watch it tomorrow night.

What are you thinking?”

“You remember how you said you were worried about me because of all my troubles, right? Well, I’m the same way. Ever since Dad died two years ago, you’ve been alone, never going outside. You’re a beautiful woman and so young, I can feel your loneliness. Are you okay, mom? I truly want you to be happy, but it seems like you need someone to take care of yourself.”

Iris turned around on the couch, put her curled up legs down, reached out and wrenched an arm over his head, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips before leaning back lazily on the couch and saying, “Oh, David, you’re so sweet. Thank you for your concern for me. I’ve actually been out with men before.”

Seeing the odd expression appear on David’s face Iris smiled.

“Do you remember that time when Mrs. Next Door and I had to go out?”

David nodded.

“Actually, I wasn’t with Mrs. Next Door that time, but with a man. I was afraid you’d find out, so I made up a little blind story.”

“But you didn’t do it again. Why don’t you do it again?”

Iris smiled bitterly and said, “Because I found out a few things. First of all, all the good men are already married. The one I was with was just a leftover.” She lowered her head and looked at her legs, “Secondly, after a woman gets used to a ‘big’ man, I realized that the normal sized ones just can’t satisfy her needs.” She raised her head again and looked at her son: “From that I just got bored and gave up.”

She inclined her head in a flirtatious way and smiled pleasantly, “It’s good that I can spend more time with you, notice your troubles and find out why, and know that you need some comfort more or less.”

“But, Mommy, Mom, you told me you had an active sex life with Daddy. What are you going to do now? You’re not giving up even that, are you?”

“Yes, I gave up, completely.” A bitter smile reappeared on her face: “As for what I did…” she raised her hand, spreading her fingers apart and stretching her middle finger back and forth.

David laughed and said, “That’s a poor substitute.”

Iris’s bitter smile turned into sadness : “As you said, I’ve verified it many times.”

David gently stroked Iris’s bare knee, slowly sliding up to the inside of her bare thigh, moving up, up… and… she pressed down on his hand as it almost touched her private place.

“David, what are you doing!”

“You gave me some TLC, now it’s my turn to return the favor. It might be better if you just pretend it’s something else.”

“But you’re my son!”

“You never stopped taking care of me.”

“But it was because I love you and I didn’t want to see you suffer that I did that.”

“I love you too, and I  mean to do that for you. I want you to feel all that good that I used to feel.”

Iris didn’t say anything else, but she let go of the hand that was holding his hand down, as if to give her tacit approval, tacit approval for him to continue, to continue on her thighs…

Upward, his fingers touched her curly pubic hair, and upward again, his fingers reached the target of his dreams, her slit.

He gently ran his fingers between her concave slit and her engorged lips, and found her clitoris at the end of the slit, which he gently touched and rubbed with his fingertips… She pressed down on his hand again, and whispered, “Oh, oh, David, we shouldn’t…”

She squeezed his hand so tightly, her legs clenched so that his fingers were buried deep in the slit between her fleshy lips, and she moaned, “But it’s so wonderful… I want this so much… Ohhhh… Mom’s baby, if you don’t stop… I won’t be able to stop you.”

“Come on, lay back and let your David reward you with some of his TLC.”

With great effort David withdrew his hand from her slit and lifted her robe to heap it around her waist, her lower half completely and utterly exposed to him.

Even though David had just seen and touched this most intimate of female parts, he was still mesmerized. Dark pubic hair covered the area around Iris’s pubic bone, spreading down to her belly and the roots of her thighs, and her fleshy lips were thickly puckered, clearly outlining the slit between them. David knew that it was from this slit that he had emerged, and couldn’t help but scrutinize it carefully, then gently ran his fingers between her lips, then deeper. He realized that her slit was now dripping wet compared to a moment ago.

It couldn’t have been the water from the previous shower, because the slit was now full of slippery slime. She was already reacting to his caresses, her slit and fleshy lips were already reacting strongly.

His fingers kept going deeper and deeper, his palm searching for her clitoris, and she spread her legs wide as if inviting him to make the fullest exploration of the most private part of her femininity.

His fingers finally rested on her clit, and she began to whimper and moan as he began to stimulate the tiny bump.

He caressed his mother with fascination, his fingers moving in and out of her slit to soothe her hunger, his heart filled with love for her.

Even though it was love, under the domination of desire, the frenzy he had hidden in his heart began to erupt, a frenzy that had never been seen before… His cock rose high under his pajamas, swelling to a size it had never been before, and the pajamas were almost bursting through.

David’s desire was so strong, coupled with Iris’ charisma, a charisma he couldn’t hide from… His eyes moved down from her thick pubic hair to the depths of her slit, and he saw the hole that mesmerized him, full of intricate folds and bumps, which could accommodate the insertion of his huge cock… He felt a shock, and his finger couldn’t help but poke in, and in that moment he was reminded of his father… He thought of his father, of that huge fake cock…

David slid down to the ground and knelt on the floor in front of her, then grabbed Iris’s legs and moved her ass to the edge of the couch, then spread her legs and watched carefully…

His head was getting closer and closer to what was in front of him, and his hands pushed her legs wider and wider, and her hole opened up little by little, and her body gradually loosened…

Finally, he saw the depths of her hole, which was covered with large bulges of flesh, surrounded by crystallized love juices…

It was a mature woman’s pussy, quite different from the teenage girls he had dated, whose pussies were almost always tightly closed. If it was possible to fall in love with a pussy, David had, and he had the moment he saw Iris’s pussy, which was dripping wet.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, “God, Mom, it’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

Iris’s hole squirmed, a moan of relief squeezing from deep in her throat, and her clit swelled a little from the engorgement.

David spread his fingers and gently stroked the wet pussy, searching for it little by little, pressing down on the clitoris as he crossed it, pressing hard, and starting to hover over it with the palm of his hand. When his hand was pressed against her pussy, she wiggled her hips sharply and began to moan intermittently, “Oh… God… …”

From her reaction to his caresses, David knew that just as he had imagined, Iris was extremely horny. He could hear that the sounds she was making now were the same as those she had made that night, the night she had helped him masturbate; he had not been dreaming that night, it must have been her employing her fingers to do what he was now doing to her. He remembered what she had said that day, that it was always better when someone else did it for you than when you did it yourself. But would that truly satisfy her? Obviously, she had had more intense orgasms that night, in her own bedroom.

He remembered the day he had sat on the couch, bored, watching TV, the gentle touch of his mother afterward, and the arousal that came from it… He had never made a girl orgasm before, but now, that was what he wanted to do most in this world. He wanted to make his mother orgasm – not just any orgasm, but as many and as intense as possible.

Iris’s sharply wiggling ass told David that she was enjoying his touch, as if imploring him to continue his caresses.

Without needing to be hinted at, he was  intent on doing so, and as his fingers slowly traveled down… he felt the lubrication at the bottom of his hand, and as his fingers arched into the grooves of his slit to investigate, he discovered what was even more appealing to him, and almost sacred and mysterious to him, the source of her wetness.

In the center of the widest part of her slit, he could clearly see her hole, the enigmatic hole, the hole that could accommodate the huge fake cock that was Iris, his mother’s .

He gently pushed in one finger and then another, slowly and quietly, as if he were entering the temple for the holiest of prayers. As the two fingers inside her wormed their way in, Iris raised her hips and rode his fingers, one knuckle, then another…

“Oh, oh, my baby, my baby…!” She whispered, “Great, great, don’t stop…”

Iris’s cunt was on fire, and David took his time experiencing how different it was from a lubricated pussy. He moved his finger slowly around the warm opening, which contracted as if to force his finger inside. He thought again of her intermittent moans that night when he was half asleep, and he wanted to make her come — not just any orgasm, but as many and as intense as possible.

“Oh, God, this pussy is so deep, so hot, and so wet that the only way to stick a cock in it…!” His fingers continued to wriggle in and out of his vagina, and his cock spasmed and swelled even more, his pajamas were pushed up high into a tent, a big tent, and his cock was like the tent pole that held up the tent.

The contractions of Iris’s cunt began to intensify, the opening of her vagina squeezing his finger, and her ass began to rise and fall slightly as he moved his finger in and out.

“Oh, God,” David thought, “my fingers are giving her pleasure, and she’s enjoying it, really enjoying it…”

She had once told him that when a woman gets used to a “big” man, normal-sized men cannot satisfy her needs. Since her father’s death, her pussy… but today, what he had done had given her a pleasure she had not experienced for a long time.

He was thrilled to admire the way she was enjoying her pleasure – he wanted to make her go over the top, and he was about to succeed.

To enhance her pleasure, David pushed a third finger into Iris’ cunt.

David felt his finger tighten as his vaginal opening contracted, and as if to verify the sensation, he looked over his head and saw a close-up of Iris’s pussy in front of his eyes. There he saw how her vaginal opening puckered and tightened around his finger as he thrust it in and out, and then released it with a poof, and how the milky love juices stained his finger, leaving a glistening sheen on it.

And in the process, she began to squirm more frantically…

She gently stroked his arm and murmured, “Oh, my baby, it’s so strong… I haven’t been this excited since your father died… I want to…”

She pressed his hand into her pussy, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, so good…” Her hips were writhing, “Oh, God, baby! I want… I want it so much…”

She leaned heavily on the sofa, closed her eyes and murmured, “Okay, my baby, do it, let me float…”

Iris’s whimsical words stirred David’s lust so greatly, stimulating his cock so much that he had to loosen his pajamas.

The restraints disappeared and the cock pushed straight up into the small of his back, the reddish glans spasmed with his heartbeat, milky and secreting wisps of mucus.

Relaxed, David once again scrutinized Iris’s pussy.

David could see the color deepening in Iris’s slit, the bottom of the groove becoming almost a dark brown. Her labia became thicker and fuller than before, so full that they parted slightly to the sides, leaving her entire pussy in full view.

She was relaxing and reclining on the couch, her clit protruding very prominently in the forefront. When he’d started this, it had been just a tiny bump hidden at the top of her slit. Now it was so large that it towered between the labia on either side.

David gently reached out and tentatively rubbed the labia, then gently stimulated the clitoris with his fingertips. He could see the small soft pocket that covered it, plucking at this thin layer of skin, and lightly touching his fingertips… The stimulation of the clitoris aroused Iris sharply, and she wiggled her buttocks frantically, her hips leaving the couch from time to time to hang in the air, not knowing if she was chasing or running away from this intense stimulation.

“Oh, God!” A moan, almost a growl, and with that moan, her hand closed over the source of her pleasure, swirling rapidly over her own most sensitive clitoris… Seeing her so aroused excited David even more, he was going to make her come, he was going to give her the most intense orgasm she’d ever had!

The musky-smelling aroma emanating from Iris’s wet pussy heightened his desire, and he increased the speed and depth of his finger thrusts, teasing Iris as much as he could.

Iris’s pussy was hanging in the air, so close to his face that he couldn’t resist his desire any longer, and he stuck out his tongue and licked up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, into her slit, licking the insides of her labia, down to his fingers below, which were thrusting rapidly in and out of the hole, where his tongue paused, and then licked frantically all around the hole…

Iris was mesmerized as she rubbed her clit with one hand and restored her other hand to David’s head, stroking his short curls.

“Ohhhh..! David, David, David… oh…” moaned Iris.

David’s fingers thrust sharply and his tongue spit out tenderness with the slightest movement of his head until Iris’s clit and slit were covered in slime as if it had just come out of the water.

“Oh… it’s there… oh… it’s… there… oh… David, Da… Wei…” She kept moaning, her voice getting lower and lower…

Almost every time David’s tongue swept over her clit, there was a sharp gasp from Eris, and after a few times she began to tremble, every part of her body trembling as she slurred and moaned, making a barely audible sound that was half moan, half hiss.

Iris couldn’t stop her ass from shaking faster, and her moans couldn’t stop increasing. Suddenly Iris lifted her legs up high and curled them tightly around David, her hand, which had been stroking his curls, pulled his head down hard, and pushed her ass up so that her pussy pressed tightly against his mouth, and he felt her slit spasming slightly, and her legs twitching even more.

She pushed his head up and down so that his mouth could rub against her slit, moaning “oh, oh, oh” over and over again…

Without any warning, Iris suddenly sat up, then lay down on the sofa, her back arched stiffly, followed by a violent tremor, her buttock muscles tensed, and she began to have a spasm… Her hole clamped down on his thrusting fingers, and both of them were almost unable to move.

After a moment’s stalemate, she began to hiss, “Here it comes! Oh, it’s coming! Oh, my baby… my baby…!”

Iris’s orgasm lasted for at least 90 seconds, the tremors continued, tapering off. David’s face was pressed against her slit, his tongue wriggling in and out, until her vagina relaxed enough to let go of his fingers, then he continued to wriggle his fingers…

Iris’s orgasm was finally far away, and he swirled his tongue around to suck her nectar, searching every crevice, every fold, and when this was done, he reluctantly  lifted his head from her pussy, for he did not  intend to leave this wonderful flesh.

David pressed his head against Iris’s soft belly and listened quietly to her breathing, waiting for her to calm down from her orgasm. He was very proud of himself, and even though he didn’t know much about women’s orgasms, he still sensed that Iris had just finished having an orgasm, a very strong one, and that it had been given to her by him, and that he had done it just as perfectly as she had done it to him before.

Silently, time seemed to stand still for a few minutes before Iris stirred slightly.

“Oh, David, thank you. It’s so wonderful… no one, including myself, has ever made me so happy for so long.”

David looked up at her and asked in a small voice, “Is it really that good? Do you like it?”

Iris smiled softly and said, “Oh, God, it’s so good, and…” She stopped, still smiling, but her face was covered with a blush all of a sudden.

David laughed and asked lovingly, “Mom, why is your face red? Is it a little late to remember to be shy?”

“I’m blushing because… just now I was thinking that even your father, Joe, never made me experience such an intense orgasm.” She smiled shyly and continued, “It’s like I’m a teenager again, I feel like a little girl.” She slowly grabbed his hand : “I think… the way to make a woman feel young is a young man.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled, and David stood up obediently. As he stood, his erect cock bumped into Iris’s pussy, and as he moved his body from bottom to top, his glans was first parted by the wet slit, then slid past her slit all at once.

David was at a loss for words as he stood up, he was silent but his erect penis in his crotch was jerking and twitching from time to time. A storm of desire was roaring through him and he felt a wave of dizziness. His penis had just touched Iris’s pussy, and the head had touched her wet slit… it felt… too good to be true! He wanted to grab her by the hips and thrust his cock in as hard as he could… The desire grew so strong that he could hardly contain it.

He longed, longed to get his big cock into that blazing hole, longed to be a real man.

He knew that there were very few women capable of accommodating his penis, and Iris was one of them, maybe even the only one, but she was his mother… He hesitated.

Desire and reason were engaged in a fight to the death, and he flinched.

Iris didn’t say anything either, she just watched David’s eyes carefully, her face changing from time to time between longing and disillusionment…

Finally, she broke the silence softly, “Oh, my unlucky baby, my unlucky virgin baby…”

She stood up and grabbed his cock, pressing it against his stomach and caressing it, “It’s finally here, it’s been right in front of my eyes, but I’ve been blind to it.” She stopped her hand and asked shyly and softly, “David, do you want to make love to me?” She gently squeezed his penis and continued, “Do you  want me to help you lose your virginity?”

David was shocked by her almost unanswerable question.

Making love to her… It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it that way, he had fantasized like a madman in agony about using his cock her pussy, but he knew that it was absolutely impossible. Now that she was really asking him this, asking him if he wanted to realize his hidden dream, he couldn’t believe it, he wasn’t dreaming, was he?

He grabbed her shoulders and said, “God! Mom, is this true? Do you really want to do that for me?”

“Yes,” Iris said with a smile, “that’s exactly what I meant. I have something that you need, and I can’t watch you suffer without getting what you want… I’m your mother…” She blushed a little and added, “and you have something that I need too.” She pulled her arm away and leaned against his chest: “I had never thought of it this way before, but it’s been there for a long time… deep in my heart, ready to explode at any moment.

Ever since I saw your cock, it’s so big, I’ve been longing… I’ve been longing for someone to make love to me, just like you, for a long, long time… Oh…” She left his body and said, “So this is not just for you, it’s also for me. Oh, God, my darling, for both of us. You will give me your warm care, a special kind of loving care, the love that I have been longing for… yes?”

“Oh, God! Mom, yes!” David said as he reached out and probed Iris’s back, hugging her tightly, “Even though you’re my mom, I’ve been thinking about making love to you for so long that the thought haunts me and I’m almost afraid to look at you. I’m also afraid to test you for fear that you might blame me.”

“Yes, baby, I know you can’t do this kind of thing between a mother and her son, you can’t even think about it. But our situation is special, isn’t it? We’re the only ones who can fulfill each other’s needs. We’re going to be a special mother and son, so special that both mother and son can share each other’s deepest love, deepest care.”

David wrapped his arms more tightly around Iris, his hand on her back easily wrapping around the robe that had given him so much pleasure, and resting on her plump ass.

Iris was silent as she felt David’s hands roam, she felt him pulling up her robe, felt his hands caressing her ass, felt his hands probing along her ass-crack to her slit… Her robe was all but lifted up and David’s cock was pressed against her naked body, his glans probing the slit, probing the path into her cunt. The brief contact of his glans with her slit a few minutes ago had been so wonderful, and he wanted more. The glans squirmed, and he could feel her pussy even hotter and wetter than it had been a moment ago… Alice whispered in his ear, “Oh, my baby, this feels so good… You’re so thick and big, and I can feel it pushing hard against my leg.”

David rubbed her ass, thrusting his cock deeper along the seam, and her legs couldn’t help but tighten, and immediately, he let out a moan of pleasure.

Iris whispered, “Oh, my baby, I want it… already… I want it now.”

“Oh God, I, I don’t know what to say.” David whispered.

Iris extended her arm around David’s waist and led him into her bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, she turned to face him backing up and standing at attention. Hands dipped down to grab the robe she herself was wearing, and with a violent struggle, the whole thing was wrenched away from her, falling slowly to the floor behind her.

She stood there silently, showing her son her body like a naked goddess.

In the past, she had enjoyed performing in front of her husband in revealing clothes or even naked, and watching his excitement would make her excited, but this time she was not doing it for the sake of her late husband, but for the sake of her David, her son, and she looked forward to it with rapt attention…

David whispered, “Oh, God! Mom, you’re so beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful.”

Iris smiled flirtatiously, so happy to see David swooning over her nakedness.

“Now it’s your turn.” She said, “I’m naked, you should be naked too, what we’re about to do needs to be naked on naked.”

Urged on by Iris’s eyes, David unzipped his pajamas and faded them to the floor, his cock popped out of the confines of his shorts, and he stood there silently as he waited…

“That’s it,” Iris murmured, her eyes lingering on his huge cock as she gazed at it, “just like there, naked, but I know it’s yours and only yours.”

Facing David, Iris slowly backed up to the edge of the bed, sat down, then lifted her legs onto the bed before squirming and moving to the center of the bed, laying back down, her head resting on the pillows before curling her legs up and spreading them wide.

She lay back comfortably and beckoned her hand to David, saying, “Come, come to the bed.”

She spread her legs wide to expose her pussy and said softly, “I’m waiting for you in here, go in and you won’t have to worry about that anymore.”

David’s breath almost stopped when he heard the lustful words muttered from his mother’s mouth, and then looked at her begging position, everything he could see of her. Her pussy was slowly opening up, the lips he had licked were still wet and pouting upwards, and his mind went blank, all he wanted to do was to get his cock into that wet center and enjoy its heat, its contractions… With a groan, he climbed onto the bed, crawled between her legs, knelt down, and aligned his cock with her pubic hair-covered slit.

Iris reached out and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her hole, her ass dangling and arching upward, and said quietly, “Now, come in, slowly, I haven’t done it for a long time, and your cock is so big, you have to slow down, it will be stretched out and open up for you…”

Iris’s warm slit was tightening around his glans, and it felt so good that his cock arched in, little by little, and the warmth he felt expanded little by little… Even though he couldn’t wait to thrust in all at once, he obeyed her instructions, and slowly but little by little he pushed his cock into his mother’s cunt.

She gripped his shoulders, smiled lovingly, closed her eyes, and whispered, “Ah… just like that… slow down… slow down a little more… it’s being stretched open by you… little by little…”

David did as he was told, and his cock slowly moved forward, and about three inches of it was inserted into Alice’s cunt, when she opened her eyes and faced him: “Now, all the way in, the whole way in, just slowly.”

His hips pressed down, his cock disappearing into her cunt little by little, and she tried to relax the contractions of her cunt, little by little, taking in the cock inside her, waiting to meet the full length of his big cock.

“Oh, God!”

They groaned together, their voices sounding as if they were echoes of each other.

David’s body and mind were overflowing with marvelous pleasure; it was his first time, the first time a woman’s pussy had surrounded his cock, and the blazing heat, wetness, and gusty contractions of the inside of his pussy as it held his cock made him feel pleasure from a woman for the first time.

Iris looked up with a smile, she smiled in relief, but more than that, she was happy with her success.

“Come all the way in, every inch of it. Your cock is so big, it’s stretched out inside and I feel full again. Oh my baby, I thought I’d never be able to enjoy this again.”

She clung to him lovingly, rotating her hips so that his pubic bone pressed tighter against her clit.

“Oh… my baby, it’s so good, so good…” she said quietly.

David, who was in the throes of his first sexual experience, became even more excited. He had licked Iris’s pussy like crazy, and now his cock was inside, about to go all the way in… Fiercely, he felt that he was about to explode, that he was on the verge of exploding. He wanted to delay it, to wait for Iris, to enjoy it with her, but the constant contractions inside her were a cry from her, a cry for him to explode from the way her hips were rotating under him…

Suddenly, his ass tensed and stopped, and his cock began to spasm. It was as if someone had opened a high-pressure plug inside him, and he began to spurt, spurting in Elise’s pussy, his semen blazing… “Ohhhh… God, mom!” He moaned, hugging and squeezing her even harder.

Waves of joy rose higher than waves, and he was overwhelmed by it.

He erupted on top of Iris, his entire groin spasming with the jets of semen, and a short moan escaping from his mouth, “Ohhhhh…! Mom… oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!”

Iris gently stroked his ass and whispered, “Come on, my baby, come on, let it come, let it come, let it come, let it fill me…”

David’s orgasm slowly waned, and finally, his cock was deep in Iris’s hole and not moving.

He got up and rolled onto the bed, his cock, only half as erect as it had been earlier, drooping limply, cum dripping from his glans and Iris’s pussy.

Iris gently laid her head on his shoulder, gently caressing his chest and belly, “How does it feel that you’re no longer a virgin?” She asked quietly.

“It’s like heaven, a fairytale world, an ocean of hope…” He turned his head to face her and continued, “Oh God, mom, it’s not enough to just say ‘thank you’. It’s all… I don’t know how to express it…” He became suddenly disillusioned, frowning as he asked, “I’m just sorry that I was so quick. Am I like a rabbit?”

Iris smiled and replied, “Baby, it’s your first time. You’ve done a great job.”

“But I also want to give you pleasure. I want you to have some enjoyment.”

Iris continued to stroke the small of his back, moving slowly downward so that her hand could reach his cock.

“Don’t worry, David. I’ll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy myself. We’ve broken the taboo between mother and son and I’ll have plenty of opportunities.” Her hand then slid down and took hold of his cock as her fingers began to caress it.

As she stimulated his cock, she said, “I’ve been craving this, and you’ve been needing what I have, and in the future, we will continue to satisfy each other if you like.”

“Do I like it? God, Mom, it’s my favorite in the world.”

“In the future, whenever you want it, you can have it. But I must warn you that I have a rather strong libido, and I’ve wasted two years of my life, and I’m going to need a lot more compensation after this.” She smiled slightly and asked, “What are you going to do about it?”

David laughed happily, then said, “But I’ve wasted 20 years of my life, and I’m going to need more compensation than you do.”

Alice’s hand on his cock moved gently, as if to tell him that she still wanted to make love to him, and his cock became erect again, reaching its maximum size of 12 inches. He reached out a hand to her pussy, rubbed it into her slit and said, “As for earlier, I was too fast, but now I’m good again. Can I keep doing what I was doing?”

Iris smiled and shook her head.

“But you just said…” protested David.

Iris giggled and said, “Hey, my baby, I know what I said – everything I say counts. The reason you can’t have me right now is… I want you.”

Saying yes, she was already sitting up at the word, crawling on her knees over David’s body, her ass straddling his crotch like a horse. Then puckered her ass as far as she could so that his hard cock would just brush against her pussy. Her hand reached underneath her and grabbed his cock, and her ass slowly sank down, holding the huge glans as it slid up to the already open slit, sliding up and down between her clitoris and the wet hole… She watched his face attentively, watching him get aroused little by little by her stimulation.

She smiled and raised her ass slightly as he began to arch his hips against her on top.

“Do you like it? Baby.” She asked in a whisper.

David nodded, his ass arching higher.

“Like! Oh God, I love it! It’s so exciting, so exciting.”

“I like it too. I’m excited, too, and I haven’t been this excited in a long time.”

She grabbed his cock and gently buried the glans into the slit so that her hole was just right to contain the huge glans, and then, as a smile of pleasure appeared on her face, her hips began to sink… her hips sank about 2 inches, the huge glans was swallowed by her hole, and she released her grip on his cock and placed it on the small of his back, gently stroking it.

Iris spread her thighs further to lower her ass and the cock was eaten down bit by bit, it looked as if her ass was pinned to David’s thick white cock.

She smiled and examined his eyes, saying softly, “I feel more excited.”

David watched in fascination as his cock disappeared between Iris’ legs, so excited he almost forgot to breathe.

She continued to lower her ass down until there was only 6 inches left on the outside, half of his cock, and the top 6 inches inside her.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, “it’s so big… so good! Oh, it’s already gone so far.”

She shoved both hands under his ass and wiggled them upward, helping David’s cock into her hole.

The effort was rewarded as the hungry labia at the bottom of her ass hooped up to the root of David’s cock.

“Oh God, my baby!” She moaned, squirming her ass on his crotch: “I’ve been needing, needing one this long, my needing a big cock. You fill me up. Your big cock is stretching everything inside me, it’s so much fun.”

She whirled around, her cunt gulping at his cock, rubbing against his stiff pubic hair.

“This is good, oh~~ God, this is best…” she moaned.

David was dying, he was coming up for air and gasping for air.

He was amazed, overwhelmed by the sight of his cock being engulfed by his mother’s hole.

She wasn’t a big woman, just 5’2″ and about 120 pounds, but it was amazing that she had actually swallowed his big cock whole. His cock was so erect that it was almost up to her waist, and he could imagine how it must have pushed into the deepest part of her stomach by now, but she didn’t seem to feel any discomfort.

That’s true, but that’s only one aspect–

The other side of the coin was: if it wasn’t for a cock as long as his, she wouldn’t be able to get any pleasure out of it.

As for David, he was her surprise, he was her heart and soul.

This was the first time that David had ever had real sex, the first time that his penis had actually been all the way inside a woman’s body, and he was reveling in the pure joy of sex as he finally shook off his troublesome virginity and happily became a real man.

Soon, just like the last time, he was on the verge of another orgasm.

But this time it was completely different. This time he fully enjoyed the physical pleasure she was giving him, savoring the subtle differences in each sensation. He felt his penis being surrounded by hot, wet fluid, and as the pressure built up with the rise and fall of her body, he noticed her beautiful body, her enchanting expression as she swayed back and forth… He wanted to scream with pleasure.

Like Iris, David fell in love with what they were doing.

He tensed his abdomen and pushed up against her ass, whispering to himself, “Oh, good… so good.”

His cock chased upward into her pussy, exclaiming, “Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Iris leaned over and grabbed David’s shoulders, gripping tightly, and as his cock came up and back down, she hung her hips to make his cock fade out until only the glans remained in her hole, and then sank her hips back down, chasing his cock and forcing it back into her hole.

“Oh, I love your cock,” she whispered, “I love your big cock.”

Iris leaned in and shrugged on top of him, her breasts bobbing right in front of his eyes, looking like they were soft, like two white balls. Only a moment ago, David had seen them bouncing under her robe, and that misty sight still fascinated him, but now they were vividly naked in front of his eyes…

David reached out his hand and gently caressed the white clear breasts, squeezing them slightly harder from time to time.

Iris crouched her head down to bring her breasts closer to him and moaned, “Ohhhh, that’s so nice, baby. I’d love you to touch my breasts, my nipples are so sensitive, I used to love touching them when I was on my own.”

David squeezed her breasts caressingly, he longed to kiss them, he wanted to lick his tongue all over them. He lifted his head upward and stuck his tongue out as hard as he could, licking as many nipples as he could reach. Iris pushed her breasts closer to him and whispered, “Yes, lick them, my baby. Lick them with your mouth.”

She moved her hands from David’s shoulders and grasped the rail of the bed. This position allowed her breasts to hang just above his mouth so that he could relive his childhood behavior and suckle his mother’s breasts again.

David did just that, his open mouth sucking greedily, taking in the nipple and then as much of the breast as he could.

“Ohhhh… ah… my baby, suck them hard, hard.” She whispered.

David’s caresses on her breasts and thrusts in her hole made Alice’s breath catch, her ass undulate faster, and her hole gulp David’s cock faster.

She closed her eyes and whispered softly, “Oh~~! A big penis… so big… so good… oh… I love this big penis… oh, I love my baby’s big penis.”

Suddenly, Iris sat down hard, her stiff cock deep inside her, and hissed, wide-eyed, “Oh, God!”

Her whole body tensed, only her ass squirming as she sat on his cock, David knew she was coming, she was trying to come. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her soft ass and said softly, “Come on, come on, come on, come hard, come hard on my big cock.”

Iris’s whole body relaxed on top of him, her legs tangled around his, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her hole pressed even harder against his cock. She slowly swirled her ass and heaved her clit against his.

He felt the swirling motions of her ass come to a violent stop and the pressure increase all at once, her body began to tremble even more slightly, her breasts, which were close to her front, squirmed as her body trembled, her nipples were pressed down and sunken into her breasts, but they could be felt as firm as they were.

She kissed his cheeks, her tongue sticking out and licking blindly, searching for his mouth, and finally, her lips closed over his, and her tongue immediately began deftly swirling, probing, seeking… His tongue greeted her tongue as if he had just licked her pussy, and curled his legs up again and pressed them against her buttocks, so that his cock was even more tightly pressed against her pussy. She gasped into his mouth and rotated her ass up and down as he felt her pressure increase and contractions tighten…

She moaned, “Ahh! Ohhhh!” Her tongue slowly spat out and forward with a moaning gasp, squeezing into his mouth little by little, and the moment her tongue rushed into his mouth, her whole body began to tremble and spasm.

He felt the rotation of her ass stop, and she went limp against him, her hole spasming sharply.

By his instincts he knew she was coming, and the orgasm was stronger and lasted longer than the verbal love he had just given her. He knew they were experiencing one of the most intimate moments a man and woman could ever have and he held her tightly in his arms, full of love.

Iris’s orgasm lasted a long time as she shook and spasmed, enjoying the slow receding of her climax.

Finally, they stopped, and she released her mouth from kissing him so tightly and straightened her upper body, her hole still clenching his cock. He stroked her ass, feeling the tender pleasure, gazing at the tits in front of him.

His cock was still so big and erect that she couldn’t help but breathe a little harder again.

“Oh, David,” she whispered, “it was wonderful. Oh, God, it’s so intense. I’ve never been so satisfied in all these years as I am today. Thank you, my baby, I love this feeling of lust.”

She smiled and added: “And thank you for satisfying my big cock when I needed it.”

She squirmed her ass around his big cock and asked, “It’s still so strong, isn’t it? You didn’t come, did you?”

David reached out and caressingly cupped Iris’s breasts, twisting her nipples with his fingers and thumb, then gently rubbing them around the nipples before looking at her and saying, “I didn’t come, but I’ll be here soon.”

He slid his hand down and stopped at her hips, wrenching her ass back and forth, pushing and pulling, so that his cock, hidden between her legs, enjoyed the friction of the hole, and then said softly, “Now, I want you.”

Alice’s ass sank hard, her hole tightening around the cock inside, before she replied, “Yes, yes, yes! You, me, harder and harder. Come on, burst me with your cum.”

David slid his cock out of her hole so that it could work, then slowly in, between her legs, then forward, then out, then in, then out, then in, then in, and he did this slowly, again, again, and again, and while he was doing this, he was trying to tilt his head forward, looking at her pussy, looking at his big cock coming in and out, looking at her hole… and then he changed his approach, and he slid it out slowly, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in, and he slammed it in. Inserting it… He saw the circles of flesh formed by the pussy bulge as his cock moved in and out of her female hole, and the visual pleasure of this made him even more aroused. He saw the circles of flesh formed by the pussy bulge as his cock moved in and out of her female hole, and the visual pleasure of this made him even more aroused, more aroused than he had ever been before, “My cock,” he thought, “is moving in and out of a pussy. “My cock,” he thought, “is moving in and out of a pussy.

David put his leg between Alice’s legs and pushed her legs and buttocks even wider. He was so excited that he pushed and pulled her buttocks back and forth, his penis moving in and out quickly… Sweat mixed with love juices, naked flesh bumping against naked flesh, hot holes rubbing against hard penis, David’s excitement was getting stronger and stronger.

Iris began to meet each thrust he made into her, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips as her skin met with a crisp ‘pop’.

“Ah… my baby, give me your big penis… deeper… oh… oh… oh… ahh! Deeper… just like that…”

She tucked her legs around his waist and held them tightly, her body rising and falling as his cock moved in and out, trying to get deeper with each contact. His cock was slick with her love juices, and he slid in and out of her wet hole with frantic “plopping” noises.

“Oh, my baby,” she moaned, “Oh… I… give it to me…” Her legs began to contract around his waist, squeezing him tightly, “Oh, God, David, hard… I… harder… I… I’m coming… again… I’m coming…”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly pulled her mouth over his, waiting with her mouth wide open and her tongue half spat out, waiting for his mouth to explore. Their mouths finally met, the two entwined, and as soon as her tongue poked into his mouth, it immediately swirled and nudged all his deep folds and crevices.

As Iris’s belly muscles continued to contract, the walls of her hole contracted even tighter, squeezing David’s frantic in and out of his cock even tighter.

She arched her back, crouching as low as she could as she moaned and lingered and kissed his mouth.

The leg that held his waist tightly loosened and her body began to shake with a jolt as her ass pressed down.

Another orgasm, as intense as the one she’d just had that lasted several minutes, and she reached it again, her body writhing in waves, lost in a sea of pleasure…

Iris had another orgasm – an incredibly intense and long orgasm, and David was thrusting himself underneath Iris with great passion. He was in the throes of sex, and she was in a state of ecstasy… From the moment he began to make love to her to her current orgasm, he knew that he was a good lover, and that he was able to satisfy all of her needs, including her physical needs. Her orgasm proved it, and he could still do it, he could still love her, he had to delay his orgasm as long as he could until… Feeling her hole squirming again, the friction on his cock intensified, and before he knew it was coming, the excitement had brought him to the peak of his pleasure.

As she continued to contract on him stimulating his sensitive spots, he gave up holding back, he was going to explode, he was going to explode completely and utterly!

David’s cock pushed up hard, his hand resting on Iris’s ass along the mattress, pubic bone against pubic bone, rubbing with all his might. With his cock obscenely tight in her ass, he greedily felt the wetness of Iris’ pussy and the blazing heat of her hole.

Iris obediently rotated her pussy, her hole contracting tightly around his hard cock, rubbing her clit. Not only did she take in all his weapons, but she clung to him like an octopus, embracing him with her vessel and her legs.

A drunken moan escaped her lips, “Oh, David! Oh, God! Oh, God, David, Dai… Wei…”

The muscles in David’s ass were tightening and his cock was getting more and more erect and aroused.

The cock soaking Iris’s blazing cunt spasmed, and semen spurted, shot, and raged deep into Iris’s body.

Tremors overtook him, and he began to moan: “Oh, Mom! Oh, God, it’s coming! Oh, God, I’m coming! It’s coming… it’s coming… it’s coming…”

For a long time, Iris and David maintained their position, their cunts rubbing against each other, gasping for breath, occasionally shaking slightly or even spasming.

As his orgasm receded, David squirmed, careful to keep his still half-erect cock inside Iris. Iris supported her body on one leg, her pussy pressed tightly against his crotch to ensure that she let his cock stay deep inside her for as long as possible.

She reached out and stroked his cheek: “Oh, David, it’s like the old days, the storms, the thunder and lightning… It’s been at least 15 years since I’ve been like this, and I feel young again.”

She smiled and brought her lips to his and as their lips touched she said, “My baby, you do take care of me. Oh~~God, you have.”

Iris and David kissed deeply.

Their passion satisfied, they kissed entwined, full of love and tenderness.

It wasn’t until David’s cock finally shrunk and faded inside Iris’s pussy that they gasped and stopped kissing.

Iris looked at him with a soft smile on her face as she asked, “That makes it up to you, doesn’t it?”

David also smiled as he replied, “Well, at least for 5 minutes. But after that… I’m going to need a lot more mommy pampering, loving pampering, lots and lots of it, again and again.”

Iris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered, “I also need more of David’s care, love, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many… For some reason, I feel as if I can never make it up to him.”

David smiled and pulled her against him, he held her close as their bodies snuggled together.

“Watch me…” he whispered between her ears.

Iris reached over and turned off the light, then lay back into David’s cozy arms before rolling over and hugging him.

Their needs met, they were relieved, and after longing, disappointment, longing, pain… which had haunted them for such a long period of time,… they were completely and totally relieved.

Not even 5 minutes later, they had fallen into a deep sleep.

～～”The whole thing is over.

One more word from the old man.

Feel free to repost, but please do not alter the translation! (Typos not included.) Of course, if you (you) substitute your and your mother’s (or you and your son’s) names for Davey & Alice Renfrow in the text, that’s a different story! But only if you all have 12 inches to spare.

Revised and completed October 16, 2000

(A SUMMER ROMANCE)

This story is purely fictional, the following article is about incest and contains direct sexual descriptions. Before reading this article, you have been warned as follows: If you are offended by the following content, please stop reading.

(Part I)

I think I was really an average person at the age of fourteen, except for being a bit of a loner. I didn’t play on the school sports teams, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying exercise, especially long-distance running. Academically I excelled, winning an outstanding student scholarship in my first semester of high school. For extracurricular hobbies, I’m passionate about debate, and I’m one of the two founding members of the intercollegiate debate team.

Unless I was having trouble with my schoolwork, girls were largely uninterested in me, and my social life was virtually a blank slate. At my age, almost all the boys were chasing girls like crazy, but I found most of the girls my age insipid – fortunately, they also saw me as a piece of wood. The topics that interested them were boring to me, and often it was a long time after their conversation before I had an irrelevant response. How can I communicate well with a girl whose interest is not three minutes hot? Such an experience would be better than being alone in the bathroom flipping through the tattered pornographic magazines my father had left behind before he left the house.

The relationship between my parents came to a head a few years ago when my father only wanted my mother to be a competent housewife, while my mother still wanted to go back to school to continue her completed education. From the day she continued her adult education, my father began to constantly find fault with my mother. During the last year of their marriage, his verbal abuse of mother reached a level that even I could not tolerate. Under his verbal attacks, my mother always kept a distance from him and could only find some psychological comfort when she saw me.

My father only paid attention to me when he used me as an offensive weapon to hurt my mother. The most vivid memory I have is of him forcing himself to teach me how to play basketball. Standing meters away from the rim, aiming endlessly one by one, and then shooting the thing seemed downright silly to me. After a test on my poor shooting performance, my father got into a fight with my mother, accusing her of only spoiling me into a coward. Although I was always at the top of the class, I think it only pleased him more to be disruptive and uneducated at school.

My father’s verbal abuse coupled with their growing differences led to the disintegration of the foundation of my parents’ life together, and two years ago, they officially signed divorce papers. The spark for this last outburst was the relationship between my mom and me.

My father’s irrational behavior brought my mother and me closer and closer together, and this close relationship of mutual support clearly angered him. In the midst of the argument, he suddenly realized that Mom and I were trying our best to hold each other and cry to resist the hurt he was causing, and he stormed out of the room and went on a rampage using words I didn’t quite understand at the time. The next day, mom went to a lawyer.

After the divorce, Mom had to work two jobs and rely on a mortgage to ensure that we both got by. Dad covered some child support sporadically. During these days, peas and spaghetti became staples on our menu.

I tried to make my mom’s life as easy as possible after work, and I became a good housekeeper, plus I was a competent cook. I ironed clothes without wrinkles around the collar, which was quite difficult, and I was able to do it without much trouble. For the first year, I was the chef and cleaner for the whole house, while Mom worked sixteen hours a day, Monday through Friday, plus eight to ten hours on Saturdays, so that she could keep up with the costs of basic necessities.

Sunday is our day together. We spend the morning together cleaning the house until Mom is satisfied, then we go to the grocery store. After lunch, sometimes we wander around, sometimes we just stay at home and don’t go anywhere, and at this time, we talk to each other as much as we like, and we openly talk about all sorts of topics related to our lives. Strangely enough, unlike talking to the girls at school, Mom and I had no trouble communicating.

Mom and I always had a rich body language, hugging and kissing me tightly. It was probably after my parents’ relationship was strained that this became an outlet for Mom’s emotional outbursts, and it became a habit that stuck. She liked to turn around and give me a sudden hug. Sometimes I’d sneak around behind her and suddenly wrap my arms tightly around her belly, laughing at her protests and her vain attempts to break free of my arms. After I let go of her, she’d give me a kiss, and that’s when I saw the spark of happiness in her eyes.

On weekend nights, we usually watch TV together and occasionally go out for burgers and movies. When we happen to do so, we share the joy of chomping down on a cheese and beef burger. At fast food restaurants, we make fun of each other for the mustard on each other’s faces and then wipe each other’s faces clean with a napkin. At the movies, we can make heartfelt exchanges about the content of the movie just by shaking each other’s hands. If I’m home for a weekend night, I’ll gently put my arm around my mom on the couch and let her rest on my shoulder. Sometimes I would lie down and rest my head in her lap while Mom watched TV and stroked my hair. We both enjoyed this kind of affectionate exchange, and the intimacy had no hint of lust in it. As we enjoyed the physical contact, I knew in my heart that I was basically becoming Mom’s husband-to-be, except in one respect of course.

When my mom got promoted at her first job and got paid more, she quit her other job to spend more time at home with me, and we had more chances to watch TV and read books together, and I couldn’t imagine a time when my mom would sit on the end of the couch in a serious manner instead of lazily approaching me in her fuzzy slippers to give me a naughty hug.

We were intimate with each other, except for once. It was last winter, when I put my arms around my mom from behind, as usual, and my crotch was inexplicably aroused. She obviously sensed it, and urgently touched my swollen bottom with her hip before moving away from my body, “Looks like mom still has some charisma, looks like I’ll have to wear a chastity belt whenever you’re around in the future.” She made fun of my extreme embarrassment. She went on to say, “Don’t feel guilty, honey, I think that’s a compliment to Mom.”

The same thing happened every time I hugged my mom from behind. She stopped being apprehensive and began to accept the act. I hugged longer and longer, enjoying the forbidden sensations as my lower part tightened against the soft crevice of Mom’s hindquarters. Mom often laughed at herself with her chastity belt and got used to bumping me naughtily with her ass before leaving my body.

One morning I got out of the shower and was only wearing long pajama pants with no shorts underneath. I went into the kitchen and went behind Mom and hugged her gently, and as usual I got a raging hard-on. Mom twisted her body for some reason at this point and my cock slipped between her legs, right up to where Mom’s soft legs parted. Mom stiffened and then squeezed up with the roots of her thighs, which turned me on tremendously. But Mom immediately regained her self-control and moved away from me. At that moment I realized that Mom was breathing heavily and blushing.

“Paul, I think we should stop things before they go off the rails. You’re too old to hug your mother like that, okay?”

“I guess you’re right, Mom, I didn’t mean it back there, and I’m sorry.”

“I know, let’s forget about it.”

From that morning on, there was a subtle change in our relationship. Mom became distant and cautious with me, and I always kept my distance whenever I hugged her. Strangely enough, I found that not touching Mom’s body turned me on more.

By this time, school had begun its vacation, and I ended my first year of high school with an annual scholarship. Mom was so proud of me that she promised to take me on a summer vacation as a reward. We’d spent the last few summers at home, and the idea of a vacation was too good to resist when we’d spent the last few summers at home, where we’d been getting moldy.

Uncle Ben and Aunt Pat are an old-fashioned couple who usually don’t talk much. But on vacation in the mountains, they were different. When I called Ben “Uncle,” he told me I was old enough to call the couple by their first names. My experiences with my father had made me wary of adult males, and Ben’s friendly, honest demeanor quickly won me over. He could even make fun of everyone and everything.

Pat and Ben walked us through the construction of the house as they led us to our bedrooms; of the three rooms, the two bedrooms were on either side of the main living room. The center room is both the kitchen and dining room, as well as the living room. Outside the three rooms there are separate bathrooms, these vacation cabins are far from the city and have minimal amenities, there is a diesel generator to provide electricity, and the water is pumped down from higher up the mountain so it can provide enough pressure for the adjoining bath plumbing. The water heater, air conditioner, clothes dryer and cooking stove are all powered by this generator at the back of the house. There is no telephone or television, and the only contact with the outside world is an old FM portable radio. The main living room has a large fireplace on each side. This is a great place to vacation in peace and quiet without being disturbed by others.

Mom and I shared a large double bed in a bedroom. As far as I could remember, I had never shared a bed before, and now I was going to sleep in the same bed as Mom. In the back of my mind I was looking forward to this arrangement and once or twice erotic thoughts bubbled up from the depths of my thoughts.

After dropping off our bags in the bedroom, we went out with Ben and Pat to familiarize ourselves with the surroundings. The cabin is built on a hill and the back door is filled with tall deciduous trees. The front of the cabin is on a lake with two canoes on a crude dock, which Ben says is perfect for fishing and swimming. He also offered to teach me how to catch fish and sail the boats sometime. I was happy to oblige, and I’m up for any sport except blue ball.

After a quick look around, the sun set in the west and we returned to our lodgings. The women prepared dinner while Ben and I talked on the porch, and we talked about rods and spears and the art of fishing. Never have I seen Ben talk so eloquently.

I focused on what he was saying, and I sensed that even though I was only 14, he was treating me like an adult, and that made me happy.

After dinner, the adults talked about what had happened to the family in the past, and I felt a wave of exhaustion.

Ben talks a lot about old times. When I went back to my room, I fell asleep immediately.

When mom went back to her room, she made the bed quietly without turning on the light and didn’t want to wake me up, but she touched something while undressing and woke me up anyway: “Is that you, mom?”

“Yes, I tried my best not to wake you, but I guess it obviously didn’t work!” Mom laughed.

Her laugh was slightly louder and longer than usual, and it looked like she had been drinking a bit.

“Are you okay, Mom?”

“I’m guessing no, your mom only had two more beers than usual. Did you keep the covers warm? It’s a cold night here!” With that said, Mom got under the covers and leaned her cold legs against mine.

I purposely racked her calf, and she detected the location of my leg and once again latched on to it. We laughed softly and played a game of hide the leg vs. find the leg. To keep warm, Mom leaned her cold body against me. I snuggled Mom closer and warmed her back with my forearms. The usual problem arose, my erect penis was once again pressing against Mom’s hip, Mom didn’t move and I just held her still, enjoying the closeness.

After a while, Mom said, “Turn around, I’m going to warm up the other side.” I did so, and when Mom felt more comfortable, she said, “Looks like your mom has to wear a chastity belt in her sleep.” Mom then laughed.

“Mom, I didn’t mean it.”

“I understand, forget about it and let’s go to sleep.” She gave me a hug.

I could feel Mom’s soft breasts pressing against my back, which made me almost lose sleep, and after a few minutes, the half of the bed that Mom was sleeping on warmed up, and she turned around, her breathing beginning to even out. I lay there for a while, savoring the residual softness on my back. After a while, I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Ben knocking on the door, “Time to get up and go fishing.”

“We’re up.” Mom replied, then got up and dressed as I lay on the bed with a blanket over my stomach, my early morning erection still not completely gone, Mom swept her eyes and said, “I must wear a chastity belt.” Mom giggled and walked to the bathroom.

After breakfast, Ben gave me my first fishing lesson in my life. I threw the rod between every tree in my reach, and after a lot of practice I was able to cast the bait as far as I wanted, which was somewhat satisfying now that I didn’t have to just “tree fish”. Now at least I didn’t have to fish only for “tree fish”, which was somewhat satisfying. ben took me about a quarter of a mile away from the house and started fishing for real. ben caught quite a few Mandarin fish, and I caught two fish that blindly hit my hook and missed.

We ate the fish we caught for lunch, and in the afternoon Ben and I learned  canoeing, I quickly learned the basics, and when we turned back, Ben left me alone  to go back. Mom and Pat watched from the dock as I swung the paddle and Ben guided me around. As I  moved the boat, I saw Mom’s face fill with pride. It made me feel good to see Mom so happy.

Ben suggested swimming, so we went back to the house to change into our swimming suits. The water was very deep, with only fine sand underneath and no stumps or rocks to stick to. We swam for a while, Ben began to teach me how to move the overturned canoe right in the water, how to get into the boat from underwater.Ben was very satisfied with my results, told me that I will be able to drive the boat alone far away, and let me take a ride with mom. I swung the paddle  boat in front of mom to show off my skills. Observing Mom in her wet bathing suit from the boat was another story. She was a very beautiful woman.

On the evening after dinner, we talked on the porch as Mom and I sat in the old wicker loveseat across from Ben and Pat. The moonlight gave off a long silvery glow through the reflections of the lake. Crickets chirped around the cabin.

Occasionally, the bullfrogs at the edge of the lake make a “cooing, cooing, cooing” sound that sounds like it’s coming from a bass drum.

At home I thought I would miss my friends at home when I traveled, the mountains, cabins, and lakes around me were so new to me that I simply didn’t have time to think about them. The atmosphere of my aunt and uncle’s lively conversation affected me. I joined their conversation with interest. I asked more questions and spoke less, and benefited from their perspectives.

“Evelyn, haven’t you thought about having another boyfriend? You’ve been divorced for two years.” Aunt Pat asked.

Mom thought for a moment and replied, “I’ve only had free time since last month, before that I didn’t have time to think about these things.”

“Looks like you’ll have to think about it, you’re still young and full of charm.” Pat said.

“Most of the men I come in contact with are either married or are not  interested in anything with a divorced woman with a child. I think I’m past the age of marriage.”

“Ben can introduce you!”

“Pat, I don’t need a marriage broker, I’ve had a good life all these years and Paul and I live happily ever after. He’s given me enough comfort.” Mom ended the conversation, which surprised me. To prove her words, she gave me a tight hug and pulled me close.

No one made a sound for a long time, each sipping their drinks and clearing their minds. I couldn’t see Pat’s face in the moonlight. But it was obvious that she was embarrassed by Mom’s answer.Ben took a big gulp of his drink with ice and looked out over the lake.

Mom turned on her side and leaned closer to me, as if she was afraid that I would turn back away from her. I felt touched at this point.

A few minutes later, Mom apologized to Pat: “I’m sorry, Pat, my tone of voice was too rude. As you know, my marriage to my ex-husband was a failure, and I was quickly asked to accept another man, but I wasn’t ready to accept another man, and I had to concentrate on taking care of Paul, so after a few years, I’ll think about it. Right now Paul and I are just getting out of hell and enjoying our new life and don’t want to risk bringing that back again. It wouldn’t be fair to Paul.”

“You’re doing the right thing Evelyn, I need to give more thought to the situation of the others.” Pat said.

“Paul’s a brilliant lad, but you’ve got other needs to consider.” Ben laughed.

“If that includes men who want to navigate my life, I can live without those needs.” Mom laughed when she finished.

The conversation continued, but the tension from earlier had disappeared, and we began to talk about what was new that day. Taking the opportunity of their conversation, I carefully recalled what they had just said. Mom even put her arm around my shoulder, like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, and I subconsciously thought that by “other needs” Ben meant that Mom still had sexual needs. I felt Mom’s soft body against mine, and I couldn’t help but feel an emotion emerge.

My attention was focused on the contact with Mom’s body, and before I knew what was happening, my desire was once again aroused. My tactile nerves were several times more sensitive than usual, and my attention was focused on Mom’s thighs that were pressed against me and her breasts that were resting against her shoulders. My heart was beating noticeably faster, and I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. I had to get away from Mom right away or I would go crazy. I immediately made my excuses and fled back to the bedroom.

I lay in bed with all sorts of crazy thoughts rolling up and down in my head. I was in love with my own mom, who worked hard so we could have a good life, and who sacrificed remarriage for me, and I was fantasizing about her in the flesh.

What’s wrong with me? Am I psychologically abnormal? Or is this just a phase in every boy’s adolescence? Or are such sinful thoughts just a breeze and everything will heal without a cure?

But one thing was certain, Mom became the sole object of my sexual fantasies. Thoughts of mother-son bonding ran through my head like a light. Even though I forced myself to try my best not to think about it, these thoughts still lingered in my head. In a daze, I fell asleep. In my sleep, I began to have sexual dreams about my mom.

I woke up again as Mom went back into the bedroom and got under the covers. The chill of the night had frozen her and she asked me to warm her body as she had done last night. I reached out and held her close to my chest as I got another erection, Mom didn’t say anything this time and didn’t move her body until she had warmed it up. When she started to turn around, I turned around as well so that she could start to warm her front, and Mom leaned her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my body for warmth. After a moment, I noticed that Mom’s shoulders were shrugging and her tears were dripping onto my shirt.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you?”

She stopped crying and said, “I was just thinking about my time with your father again. Tonight’s conversation reminded me of the pain we experienced in the past. Now it’s just the two of us, but I feel happy. What about you?”

“Me too, I don’t miss dad at all, all I remember of him is him yelling at you.”

“Do you want anyone else to be your father?”

“Oh, no! I think I’m happy as long as the two of us are together. Do you want another husband?”

“I don’t want it now, I can love you, and besides, you can fill my feelings. Here, give your mother a kiss, it’s been a long time since we kissed goodnight.”

I went over to kiss Mom’s face and she actually kissed me with warm, soft lips. After a few breathless seconds of passionate kissing, we broke apart. Mom and I fell asleep cuddling.

The next day I woke up early to go to the bathroom, and I trotted up to bed and got under the covers, wrapping my arms around my mom’s back to keep her warm, and she leaned over and it looked like we were lying like two stacked spoons.

“Cold?” She asked.

“Almost froze my ass off!”

“I’m going to be up for a bit too, and you’ll be warming me up when I get back, I guess.”

“It would be my honor!” I replied.

Mom jumped out of bed and a few moments later she returned and we resumed our position with two spoons. “You’re lucky you didn’t have to squat down, my ass almost didn’t freeze to ice.” Mom said.

“Come here and warm up.” I hugged her tighter and I reacted again.

“Oh my God, I forgot my chastity belt again.” Mom grinned mischievously.

“It has thoughts about its mom, too.”

“Ah, I know, maybe it wants to warm up my cold ass.” Mom said as she snuggled closer to me.

I focused all my attention on the cock that was pushing against my mom’s ass. It’s strange, she’s reacting a little differently than she did before we came here. Since we’ve been here, she hasn’t acted like a mom in her words and actions, and I haven’t acted like a son. The caution we showed in the kitchen at home a month ago was gone, and now mom seemed to want that we should get along more closely.

I moved my hips to lie more comfortably. That’s when my cock slid over Mom’s hips and rested against the grave up pussy between her legs. I could feel the sensations coming from there through my pajamas and shorts, it was soft and warm, and I couldn’t resist thrusting a little deeper. Mom didn’t move a muscle while I did this.

I had never had an orgasm like this before. Mom moved at that moment, and the slight friction brought me to an instant orgasm as I clung to Mom’s body and let my groin push against her ass. An orgasm came over me and I let it out, spraying cum all over my shorts while soaking Mom’s underwear and petticoats.

When it was all over, I simply didn’t know what to say. I was too afraid of Mom’s uneasiness to move my body. Finally I left her and said, “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mom, I just couldn’t help it, it just happened.”

Mom didn’t say a word for a long time, and my embarrassment and fear grew with every second I waited. What the hell had I done? How could I do such a thing to my own mother?

Mom turned to me and kissed me and said, “Paul, don’t feel guilty, I was the one who was teasing you and these consequences were inevitable. I’m the one in this room who should be apologizing. Okay, give Mom a kiss and let’s make this our little secret, okay? I kissed Mom: “I love you!”

“I love you too!” Said tears flowing from the frames of his eyes.

That’s when Ben knocked on the door and told us to go out for breakfast. We hugged got dressed and got up. As she turned to me before leaving the bedroom she said, “Paul, yesterday when I said I didn’t need a husband, I was actually lying.”

Summer Romance (continued)

Behind the screen in the corner of the room was a hidden old-fashioned washstand that had a large water pitcher, a soap box and a washbasin with a couple of towels hitched to the side of it. I got up from the bed, removed my shorts and walked over to the vanity to clean up the trail from earlier so I could change into clean clothes.

Mom’s towel was sitting casually on the marble counter, Mom forgot to hang it up to dry, and I picked it up to dry on the railing. Mom always forgets to clean up her towels and leaves them lying around after she’s used them. Usually she’s pretty regular, except for this.

The towel imparted a faint smell of soap and some other scents, and I couldn’t help but bring it close to my nose.

As I sniffed carefully through the fragrance of the soap, the smell was deja vu, like the faint scent of seaweed, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my heart. I knew that this faint seaweed smell was my mother’s scent, and my primal desires were aroused again. My rapidly expanding lower body made me fantasize that she was calling to me… Suddenly, I felt that this was blasphemy against my mother, and I hurriedly put the towel away and quickly washed and dressed.

I picked out the clothes I had worn yesterday with the intention of putting them in the laundry basket with my dirty shorts. As I opened the laundry basket I saw my mom’s panties lying at the top of the dirty laundry, they were still wet at the split, it was my cum, and the panties smelled the same as they did on the towel. I picked it up and immediately the air was filled with this smell, mom’s smell! The smell filled all my senses.

I looked over the panties in my hand and it was obvious that the soaked part was far larger than my cum stains. She was excited too! I was her son! Because of me, because I was in bed with her… she felt aroused, just like I did. I remembered what she had said, and I suddenly realized that they all seemed to have another meaning. Was mom testing me? I hoped so much that it was!

“Breakfast is on the table.” Ben’s greeting interrupted my thoughts. I hurriedly put my mom’s panties back in the laundry basket and walked quickly down the hall to give it some serious thought later.

After greeting everyone good morning I sat down for breakfast. The conversation at the table was casual, ranging from distant relatives all the way to current fads. Across the table I watched my mom closely, she looked no different than any mother, in the old days I would not have, but today, now, I was watching and savoring from a whole new point of view.

Through her loose t-shirt I notice the curve of her breasts, her beautiful crystal eyes, and her vibrant, charismatic face, and occasionally her eyes meet mine and she gives me a smile that makes my heart flutter. But I was no longer her obedient son, I had become her suitor, a serious suitor who had fallen for everything she had to offer, and in the last hour I had become Oedipus… Ben’s words interrupted my thoughts: “I’m going into town to take care of the business, and Pat needs to buy some things too. Will you come with us or stay here for a few days?” Ben asked.

“I just got out of the city, and I like it here.Paul, what do you think?” Mom asked.

“Let’s just stay here, I’m going to explore the lake.” I replied.

“Then we’ll stay here.” Mom said.

“On the other side of the lake there is a small patch of lush grass, the best place for a picnic. There is also a beautiful waterfall next to it, and the view of the lake from there is the best.” Eager Pat continued, “Evelyn, if you  want, I can help you prepare lunch, and you can go with Paul.”

“Paul, what do you think,  mean to let your old mom go on an expedition with you?” Mom asked.

“Expeditionary expeditions must of course be followed by a beauty in order to save the hero.” I joked.

“Evelyn, you’ve given birth to a brave little knight, I don’t think it’ll be long before he’s mesmerizing all the girls.” Pat smiled, “Too bad my younger days are past.”

“Paul, you’re hitting on my wife, aren’t you?” Ben said with a smirk in his eyes.

“I’m just going to explore the lake.” I replied in a panic. I lacked the humor to deal with such adult topics.

“It’s just for your own good. Don’t get carried away with the girls and fall deeper into love.”

Pat and Mom started clearing the table while Ben took me outside to show me how to use the generator. He went through the process and showed me how to turn it on and off. I had to run it for an hour every morning and evening to keep the refrigerator and air conditioner cool and to have power when we needed to use the appliances, and Ben explained that when the generator wasn’t running, the auxiliary lights in the cabin would be powered by the batteries. It is important to remember to charge the generator or it will just be dark at night. After a brief talk about the gas stove and water heater, Ben was satisfied to see that I could take care of it all.

The table was cleared by the time we returned to the hall, and it still held the two cups of cool refreshments that had been prepared for us. A bag wrapped in a tarp, a blanket and a dishcloth to lay on the ground during the picnic were set up for mom and I for our midday picnic. Lastly, binoculars in a waterproof bag.Ben helped me load all of this into the canoe and secured them so that they wouldn’t be lost if the boat capsized. We got into the canoe, the boat left the shore and Pat and Ben waved goodbye to us.

The two of us and our luggage for this canoe is too heavy, mom kneeling in the bow  with the paddle, I make a strong  paddle maneuvering the canoe. At first we were a handful, but soon after we adjusted our rhythm, the two of us coordinated  paddles, and the canoe was finally able to move straight ahead.

After I was able to maneuver the canoe proficiently, I easily  made my way to the center of the lake while enjoying the scenery on the lake. The beautiful scenery on the shore is like a landscape postcard. In the distance, the towering mountains are continuous, and the tops of the mountains are covered with snow. The shores of the lake are covered with lush trees, with one or two bare rocks protruding from them.

The sky was azure blue, and a gust of wind sent white clouds through.

“Are you okay, Mom?” I asked her with concern, worried that she might be bored.

“I’m fine, I’m enjoying the view. It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”

“It’s just too quiet.” I replied.

We silently  slurped our way across the center of the lake, and I watched my mom’s back from behind, once again stunned by her beauty. I savored everything in front of me with my new point of view, the details that I had never noticed before.

Petite stature, but full of vigor, with her down  pulp, through her T-shirt I can see the contraction of her muscles. Short dark brown hair, in the sun’s illumination through a slight redness, taut in the body jeans set off the waist of the slim.

Thinking back to the scene in bed this morning, I wondered what she was thinking. I think she’s encouraging me, and she’s probably giving me permission to go a little further than that. It’s been at least two years since she divorced her father, and in those two years I’m sure she’s had no sexual encounters, and it’s probably because of that that she’s… Poor mom, she’s doing this for me, she’s given up enjoying life for me. I thought I knew how much she loved me, but now I’m understanding motherhood from a whole new perspective. I know I’m hopeless, and I love her.

Uncle Ben’s words awakened feelings in mom that had been deep in her heart for a long time, as well as memories of her marriage, but I think it was daytime, in bright light, and she couldn’t have been completely honest with me.

Afterward, she was in bed, snuggled up next to me, cuddling up to me like a lover. Saying goodnight with those lingering, passionate kisses and eager lips, instead of just a soft kiss on the cheek like she usually does. And she kissed me several times this morning, she kissed me like a passionate lover, what was she thinking? I thought I saw tears of disappointment coming out of her eyes because I wasn’t acting like a lover? Numbly I didn’t pay attention to her hints this morning.

What to do? I thought drastically. There was only one answer, and that was to do whatever my mom wanted me to do.

Last night she said she wouldn’t let an ogre into our lives. But she’s a normal, healthy woman with a body that still needs love… If she wants me to be her lover? That’s fine. Who would be harmed? No one can be harmed except ourselves, and what can we harm ourselves for? I really wanted to have my mother completely and utterly, I longed for her, and I meditated long enough to come to a conclusion. Wasn’t our little game of tight cuddling laced with sexual desire? It was like mom’s chastity belt joke. I would obey her wishes  to do whatever she wanted me to do.

“Paul, look, there’s a waterfall on the left. Do you see it?”

Mom’s words interrupted my rambling thoughts. I look in the direction she’s pointing, and a small waterfall cascades down a not-so-high nitrate wall, disappearing into the jungle behind it.

“I see it, let’s go there.” I replied.

We sailed straight toward the falls and anchored on the gravel-covered bank next to the falls, which merged into a small stream that flowed into the lake. Mom kept moving her legs while I hauled the canoe out of the water. After a short delay to loosen the cramped muscles in our legs, we began to explore around the waterfall and upstream.

Mom’s moods were cheerful and changeable. Usually, for the sake of our lives, mom is always serious, as if she has forgotten everything. And now, in high spirits, she was like a mischievous teenager. We laughed and teased each other with abandon, cruising around the waterfall.

I saw a side of my mom that was seldom revealed. I realized with a jolt that she was mentally more like a little girl than I thought, a tough, resilient sister-in-law, a wise-cracking powerhouse in the middle of a fight with my dad, and a loving mother to me. Now that she’s relaxed and open, she’s an angel! I am in love with my mother! I feel this strongly again.

We kept exploring everything around us and throughout the day we enjoyed the beauty of nature. We were the only intruders in the wilderness, and it was as if we were purified and sublimated, as if we had melted into nature. We wandered without restraint, and the Adam and Eve complex rose up in our hearts. Colorful wildflowers, delicate pine towers, squirrels jumping from tree to tree, all of this caused us to be surprised.

We were dazzled and mesmerized without realizing it. Mom didn’t use makeup today, and I noticed her plump pink lips and couldn’t resist kissing them. Her breasts jumped under her oversized t-shirt and I wanted to fondle them. Beneath the curve of her soft belly are legs tightly wrapped in jeans, which draw more of my attention, where all the incredible things I crave are hiding.

I imagined the feminine netherworld of this woman, who was on the one hand my mother, on the other hand my unknown world, and on the other side, which is not certain at this time, that she might become my beloved. If only she could more or less understand the brand new love I have in my heart for her at this time, the flower of love would bloom between us.

At one point I caught her looking at me in a strange way, and I saw that before she noticed that I had caught her watching me, she quickly looked away, and she blushed in embarrassment. What was she thinking? I think I know, but I haven’t been able to let her know that I’m thinking the same thing. We’re two islands separated by the world, and I don’t have the experience to build a bridge between the abyss that separates us. I know my mom, mature, intelligent, and a total conformist, a stone’s throw away from each other but I’m afraid to reach out.

The sun was sinking in the west, hanging low in the sky, and it was time to head back. I could see the look of resignation on my mother’s face when I said it was time for us to return to the cabin. We began busily loading the canoe with our luggage, and an unspoken sense of melancholy washed over us in these final moments.

 slurping across the lake, we realized that our seldom-activated muscles were hardening and becoming sore. We complained and joked about the dullness of our weekday lives and the lack of exercise. The sun fell into the mountains behind us, the breeze sent cool, with the  pulp body gradually warmed up, we more vigorously  pulp, the canoe moved faster, the sky is gradually dark, from the moon rise still some time, we do not want to stay in the dark lake.

After a grueling effort, we finally made it to shore in the twilight. I helped mom carry her stuff back to the cabin and then went outside to start the generator. When I got back inside again Mom was taking a shower, so I sat down on the front porch. The moon had risen and the mountains were bathed in silvery white moonlight. I washed after mom while she was busy setting up the cooler for dinner.

We ate and chatted about off-the-wall things. I felt hints emanating from her that only we could understand. After dinner, I helped my mom clean up the plates, and after we had everything cleaned up in the dining room and cabin, we walked out to the front porch and sat down on the loveseats, enjoying the moonlit lake and mountains.

After a few moments of silence, mom broke the silence: “Paul, what a wonderful day, thank you.

From the day I was able to face life on my own and independently, I have never been so thoroughly relaxed and enjoying myself as I am today.”

“I’m having a good time too. I’ve never seen you like this… you’re a jolly person.”

“It’s all because of you.” She replied, one arm coming around to give me a short brand new hug. I squirmed to move myself into a more comfortable position. We were in a slightly awkward position, my arms wrapped around my mom while she snuggled close to me, still resting her head on my shoulder.

As if afraid to break the coziness, we just sat in silence, gazing at the serene lake in front of us. I could feel my mom’s hair still damp from the shower, tickling my cheeks. I was content, I had my mom, warm and gentle, right by my side. What more could I ask for in life? I wrapped my arms around her gently and lovingly, feeling her deep affection deeply.

Time seemed to stand still, and our future would depend on this crucial moment. We took a small step on a strange path. What lay ahead? I almost held my breath, lest the movement of it might break the delicate calm.

She looked up at me like I was gazing into a lake. I could feel her gaze and knew she was scrutinizing everything about me. I lowered my head and looked down at her in the dim moonlight, which was so hazy that her oval face was blurred and I could only distinguish her eyes and her lips. Her eyes drew me closer like a magnet, and closer again, until our lips met. The intensity overwhelmed me as my arms wrapped around her, pressing her closer to my chest, and swooped down to place a kiss full of love on her lips. She hesitated for just a second before responding to my kiss with the passion of a burning fire, and as time passed… all of our inhibitions were lost in that kiss.

We kissed passionately in front of the porch, and a few moments later we were naked on the bed… We rolled over and over, mindlessly moving from one place to another. We embraced each other, entwined tightly, our lips glued together in endless kisses, and we melted in passion.

The wild waves of desire enveloped me, fiery and intense. I began to march, on a strange path I had never traveled before and was aimless.

Her sex was hot and warm and soft, pressing against my throbbing erection, spurring me beyond reason as I began to shrug and thrust, and her body immediately began to respond. We panted rapidly, like a pair of frenzied locomotives, while our tongues entwined in a dueling, passionate kiss. My hands slid up her back, then down to caress her firm ass, rubbing it as our bodies pressed together. I couldn’t help it, completely lost in a mind-blowing frenzy.

I buried my face deep in her breasts, kissing both of her nipples, giving vent to my desire, so inexperienced was I with all this. Overwhelming passion caused me to toss and turn on her breasts as she guided my erection into her most private honey lips. In a short, hectic moment, I was inside, and the tenderness and warmth of her flesh made me forget everything and get lost in a violent orgasm… In that instant, it was as if I knew what eternity meant, once and for all, as if there was no end to it.

It was my first time, and it was surprisingly fast, and I was so in love with that instant stormy feeling that I couldn’t bear to leave her who made me so. But all I could do was lay on top of her, marveling at her blazing heat deep inside her.

After a while, I was still on top of her, my cock still tucked tightly inside her. I floated in the emptiness of sexual fulfillment, as if I had entered heaven.

“What have we done!” Her body twisted hard in my arms, trying to push me away, “Ah God, Paul stop it! What are we doing? We can’t do this, stop!” She struggled under me, her mouth saying it over and over again.

My warm fuzzy world immediately disappeared, replaced by fear and shock, and a stiffness ran down my back, stunned, wondering how she had suddenly gone from being a thousand times more submissive and loving partner to what she was now.

“What did I do wrong, Mom?” I asked.

“What? We did nothing more than incest, and what kind of mistake was that! How could I have let things get into far out of control?”

I was so embarrassed by her sudden change that I didn’t know what to say, and my first thought after the shock was, “Mom, I thought you wanted this.”

It was a long period of silence before she answered my question. As she began to speak again, her voice was restrained, and she spoke one word at a time, as if each word had been well thought out.

“Paul, just now, our passions overcame our reason. You and I played a dangerous game. I stopped it to wake you up because it was your first time and I wasn’t. You can lose your mind, but I shouldn’t have to, and I don’t want you to regret it in the future because you did something out of turn today. Think about it carefully for a minute, and tomorrow night we’ll go back to doing the same thing we did today, and I won’t interrupt it again because I want that too, even though it wasn’t supposed to be. I’m your mother, and I shouldn’t let myself go on our emotional games.”

Mom paused for a moment to consider it, and I noticed how carefully she seemed to phrase it. I was mesmerized by the amazing experience that had just taken place, and I didn’t want to lose it. In a moment of panic I interrupted her contemplation to ask, “Mom, you said you liked what we’ve just been doing too, so why are you doing it now?”

“That’s a good question to ask, because what we’re doing is wrong.”

I remember in a debate at school last semester, we argued about the right and wrong of some social ethics. If some people believe that a certain behavior is right while others believe it is wrong, is it right or wrong? The result of the argument was that right and wrong depended on the specific beliefs of the individual; while others believed the opposite. One cannot simply judge who is right and who is wrong. To the point of that argument, I now have a personal, and real, application.

“Why is it wrong? We all want it and enjoy it.”

“Didn’t you learn that in church? Incest is morally wrong.”

“Mom, I know a couple of boys and girls who can’t go dancing because their religion forbids it as immoral and evil. You and I both enjoy dancing, and our religion doesn’t forbid it.

Didn’t you always teach me not to be human?”

“Paul, you want to justify incest?”

“Mom, who’s Cain’s wife?”

“The devil knows, doesn’t he?” She said, and after a moment of silence she laughed: “No one can give a logical answer to the Bible’s back-and-forth.”

“Why do I love you? I don’t have a logical answer, but I do, and I don’t deny it.” I turned on my side and hugged my mom tightly, she was deep in thought and didn’t object.

“Mom, I love you as deeply now as I did yesterday or a week ago, the only thing that has changed is that I love you and I love everything about you now.”

She responded gently as I kissed her, which gave me hope that she was beginning to recognize our new relationship.

“Paul, I love you that much, but there are two voices in my head screaming and warning me. One voice says it’s wrong and shouldn’t happen. It doesn’t give any reason, it just reminds me that it’s wrong. The other voice tells me that my love for you is wonderful. It points out how much you love me and how much I want you. I agree with this second voice, but my reasoning is putting me in a dilemma and I need to think about it.”

“Earlier you mentioned how I used to educate you, and at that time I really thought it was all wrong, but I never thought about it carefully. Now I have to think about it, and it’s very difficult, especially after I’ve already made love to you… Paul, should you be my lover, or should you still be my son?”

Where would she go from here? I was confused for a while and didn’t know what to do. I had to argue with my mom, hoping she would agree with me.

“I think you need to realize that if you want us to be just mother and son like we used to be. Then I can only agree. I will obey all your rulings, and I will always do so for the rest of my life. But you are letting me make my own decisions in situations where you may not  mean it, so that you can correct me if I am in error. I don’t see the use of that choice.”

“Can I be your lover? I don’t know. Until tonight, I’ve had no experience in that area, and I can’t answer that part of your question. I guess the only thing I can honestly say is that I want to learn in order to be your lover.”

“Paul, kiss me goodnight and let us sleep. Perhaps not until tomorrow morning, all problems will be solved.”

“Mom, in the morning I’ll still be like this, what new answer can I find other than what you want to do?”

“I don’t know, but maybe in the morning I can find out. Maybe one of those voices will be silent by the time I wake up. Now kiss me good night and let’s get some sleep.”

After kissing my mom goodnight, I lay down and thought for a short while. I was fairly certain that everything was going to get better. Mom might say “No” to end it all, or she might say “Yes” now and then. If she could face reality she would accept our new situation… I finally fell asleep thinking about my first love.

I woke up before dawn, the pre-dawn grayness enveloping both of our bedrooms. Mom was still asleep, and I was careful not to wake her. I squirmed gently in bed and fell back asleep.

The sun was up when I woke up again, the windows letting in golden sunlight. To my amazement, my mom had been quietly watching me while I slept. I opened my mouth to say something, but she smiled and put a finger to her lips and told me to be quiet, after which she reached out with her skeletal arm around me and kissed me. Her kisses were gentle and passionate, and at first I was confused, but then I responded instinctively and hugged her tightly and kissed her back. A smile appeared on her face and her eyes sparked.

We lay facing each other on the bed and she pressed her body against me as much as she could. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Lust overcame me, and like last night, I climbed to the peak of orgasm, in seconds. Satisfied, I lay on top of her, still, my still throbbing erection buried inside her, and she gave me a blazing kiss that tightly encompassed everything I was.

“Do you still love me?” She asked.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too… Can you come down here and let me be on top? You’re too heavy.” She smiled.

I reluctantly  climbed off her and lay down next to her. She sat up, gathered herself on her knees, and half squatted over me across her legs, and I got a close-up view of her sex, and it was still wet with my cum. It was my first time seeing such a shocking sight, the pubic hair on her pubic bone formed an almost perfect triangle covering her entire outer labia, and peering between the labia, I could see the pink slit, glistening with wetness. Her nub amazed me beyond measure; it was at the top of the labial junction, the size of my little finger, and loomed over the outside of the labia, looking like a little pink penis. I’d seen pictures of naked women before, and I’d studied a book on anatomy, but it was as if I’d never seen a pussy nucleus that big.

Mom squirmed on top of me and when she found her proper position she took hold of my still wet and slick cock and I remembered the fluttering sensation from before and I began to get aroused, my cock began to quiver with each heartbeat. She slowly sank her body down to encircle my throbbing erection, the depths of her sex were incredibly hot. I rotated my hips to enable me to enter deeper, finally finding a position where I could touch the very base of her vagina, the head of my cock could feel the slamming I got from the violent contractions of my vagina, it was wonderful.

Mom pulled my hands over her breasts and as I rubbed them her body began to move back and forth, our pelvises rubbing together. With each movement of her body I could feel her sex underneath her rubbing back and forth against the head of my cock, a wonderful sensation that gradually traveled up to my groin.

She was moving faster and faster and I was getting more and more aroused. Now that I had a little more control over myself after my earlier outburst, I slowed down the excitement that was approaching. As she moved more vigorously, she produced more fluid there, so that with every movement of her body, there was a “popping” sound of lapping water that echoed through the room.

During her efforts, I enjoyed the constant contractions of her vagina, which were slight but constant… Mom’s face was tense as if she was drunk, and her movements were so fast that I couldn’t hold back for long.

Suddenly, I felt my semen spurting out, shooting deep inside her, her wet pussy blazing, tightly wrapped around the head of my penis, with each of my spurts, her pussy contracted in response, until she violently appeared to have a powerful spasm, my spurting penis as if it was being grabbed by a strong hand, mom screamed: “Oh ~ ~ is ~ ~ now! ” She collapsed onto my chest.

She rained kisses on my face and said, “Oh my God, that’s wonderful, Paul, that’s wonderful!” Then came more kisses.

Eventually she calmed down and her head fell on the pillow next to me and we just lay there in each other’s arms, just lying there, and I never wanted to move again. I had just had the incredibly intense sexual excitement of my life, and now I could still feel my mom’s body still twitching and shaking slightly. I also had the small surprise that just a few moments ago and up to now, I had finally triggered a full course on her body. We just lay still for a long time not moving or wanting to move. My intensely fucked cock had shrunk to softness and was exposed to the air.

Mom laughed: “It’s gotten what it wanted, and now it probably doesn’t want to do anything, can it still do it?”

“He’s so weak that he can’t protest and he’s afraid to start a war.” I replied.

Mom smiled and climbed off my body to lie next to me. Words are redundant and I know which voice won after last night’s discussion which resulted in everything we just did. We kissed again and again, I couldn’t get enough of it, I never wanted to be separated from her again, not even for just an inch.

I kissed her nipples and caressed the soft breasts as she pulled my hand over to her sex, I slid one finger in and explored the deepest part of her cunt and the bumps along the way, the inside of her cunt was very soft and slippery and here was the source of so much excitement for me. Mom took my hand and held my finger to touch her nub as she showed me how I should massage it with gentle strokes. When she was satisfied with my learning and I was able to apply it skillfully, she tenderly grabbed my cock and began to stimulate it. We both worked mesmerized and lovingly for a long, long time.

She lay down beside me, curled her legs up and shook them, I put my knee between her legs and lay down on top of her and she started to guide me in. In two or three repetitions I was all the way in, and as I was about to thrust she said, “Stay on your back for a while, I like the feel of you all the way in me.”

I kissed her and obediently lay on top of her. Her vagina blazed around me and it felt so wonderful. Sometimes I felt her vagina contracting slightly and my cock would involuntarily throb in answer. I lay on top of her for the longest time I could endure, or rather enjoy, but it wasn’t long before I couldn’t help myself and started to shrug.

Mom kissed me and murmured, “That’s it, slower, slower.” At the same time began to respond. I thrust excitedly, one at a time, more forcefully and with a greater amplitude, until I almost exploded. Little by little, we climbed to the top, entwined in an attempt to reach a common climax, and we began to stroke faster and faster, faster and faster…

It only took a few moments, and as I rammed in, I came! She began to spasm as I pressed against her frantically squirming body, my cock thrusting deep into her vagina and struggling to keep it there. She couldn’t stop contracting deep in her cunt, driving her whole body into spasms. Her spasms subsided and I felt her cum-filled body blazing deep inside, and with intermittent vaginal contractions, cum was squeezed out and dripped down my scrotum.

Finally it was all over, we climaxed together, and in the afterglow of our heart’s content we cuddled together, motionless. Cum and love juice mixed with sweat made us both sticky and slippery, slowly dripping onto the sheets and I felt a tickle.

“Paul, this is the first time I’ve ever had two orgasms in a row, right next to each other, and the last one almost made me pass out.”

I kissed my mom and hugged her tighter, but I didn’t know what to answer, I knew so little about sex.

“Mom, I wish I had more words to tell you how much I love you just now.”

“There’s no need to sugarcoat it, what you’ve done is enough.”

We had a wonderful time, kissing from time to time. After that mom said, “Paul, my legs need to rest, I need a shower, can you get me up?”

I climbed off of her and lay down beside her as she continued, “If you start the generator, I’ll put on a pot of coffee, that way we’ll have a hot cup of coffee after our shower. Want to take a shower with your old mom?”

“Can I wash you all over?” I asked.

“Then you’ll have to let me wash you too.” She replied.

“It’s a deal.”

I climbed out of bed and struggled to put on my coat. It only takes a minute to start the engine, and by the time I get back inside mom has just made coffee. I follow her into the bathroom and she goes to adjust the water temperature for the shower.

Mom adjusted the temperature of the shower and I felt the water get a little hot. I tried to jump out, but she held on to me to keep me from running away.

“Mom, the water is too hot.”

“I like the water hot, it’s relaxing, you’ll get used to it.”

She was right, after a minute or two I felt good. She handed me soap and a washcloth and said, “Rub me hard, I feel sticky all over.”

I scrubbed her back, working my way down to her heels. She turned around and I started scrubbing her front, but somehow I realized that I was always scrubbing her breasts and she laughed and told me to wash somewhere else. As I got to the point where her legs parted, I carefully washed each spot. I parted the lips of her pussy and slid a finger in to feel around. Her nipple lay between the labia, now tender and shrunken compared to what I had seen in the morning, looking more like a tiny penis. I continued scrubbing, working my way down to her feet.

When it was my turn, mom scrubbed my whole body very methodically, but she always avoided the part under my belly. Eventually she started scrubbing this area, she was gentle and careful, I felt a surge of excitement, and of course it stood up, but she teased me happily for a while.

“Wash up, let’s get out of here, I need some coffee before we start all the work.”

Afterward, we sat on the porch looking out the door at the lake drinking coffee after breakfast. I could guess that mom was going to talk about something, but it seemed like she didn  want to start. I knew from past experience that she wouldn’t express herself fully until she started. She seems to be happy with the new relationship between the two of us, and I want to keep her that way. I have revealed what real sex is and I don’t want my new partner to have any complaints.

Most boys my age just read magazines and masturbate, but after experiencing real sex with a mature woman, the resulting satisfaction can’t be replaced by pictures.

A new and frightening thought gripped me, that I had become a model son obsessed with her, and that if I did anything she disapproved of, this ultimate punishment… I seemed to hear a voice from a faraway place, and I concentrated on the thought of it, drifting into my own little world.

“Paul, I can see right through what you’re thinking.” Mom said.

“I was thinking about how happy I was just now.”

“Are you really happy about all this for us?”

“Yes mom. I won’t hide my feelings, never.”

“Paul, how long have you had these thoughts about me?”

“I believe it was when you first talked about needing a chastity belt.”

“You mean it was months ago, I was in excruciating pain wanting you then, and you were being tortured by the same thing?” I couldn’t believe my ears, my mom wanted me and we were unaware of each other’s  hopes.

“I’m sure it’s that way, Mom.”

Mom started to laugh and she came over and sat on my knee. After a hug and a kiss, she said, “I’ve wanted to tell you all this for a long time, but I was afraid it was just a false dream. These days I realize that your suffering is the same as mine, we are suffering for the same thing. I am waiting for you to make a positive move; I want to be sure that I have not misjudged you.”

Here mom fell silent, but her words caught my attention: “You mean, if I do something a little out of the loop…”

“I think so, yes. Do you want me to finish what I’ve been longing to say in my heart, or are we just going to get to that?”

“No need to talk about it. I just have one question, what happened last night?”

“Yesterday morning, you had your little accident, and at that moment our relationship changed. Last night it escalated even more when you kissed me like that, and I’m sure it wasn’t premeditated that you did that, the problem was everything that happened after that… It was only after everything had happened that my sense of morality stood up and I threw a little tantrum. There was no problem with my sanity this morning, I love you Paul and we’re going to be together wherever we go. I can’t justify what we are doing, I simply have blind love and a desire I won’t deny.”

I said nothing to mom’s final statement, I don’t think she was expecting that. I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her just a little, then wrapped my arms around her tightly. Mom squirmed in my lap, her head close to my neck. There was no erotic suggestion, I felt as if my arms were around a child who was craving protection. I had many roles to play, I was a son, a confessor, a lover and a protector.

We will face many complications and more pitfalls, but I  mean to take it all on, after her divorce, we went through so many hardships and difficulties, this should be easier now.

Mom looked up, pulled my head down and gave me a long, loving kiss. When we were finally in love, she said, “Paul, we have more to talk about. Would you like me to make us a fresh pot of coffee before we start?”

“Great, thanks. What else must we talk about?”

“Us, our new relationship, and how we keep secrets.” She said getting up and walking away.

I walked around the cabin and turned off the generator. When I returned, my mom was sitting at the small table on the front porch, having poured two cups of coffee. I sat in a chair close to her and sipped the fresh coffee.

She stirred her coffee and appeared to be deep in thought. After a while she began to ask, “Paul, have you thought realistically about our future?”

I knew I wouldn’t have a good idea at this point in her question.

“No, Mom, I haven’t thought about anything outside of us.”

“It’s just as I suspected. I’m trying to think of what might happen later, but it’s imperative that we keep it a secret. We’ll be able to pull it off because no one would suspect a mother of having a love affair with her son. ben and Pat have been known to trustingly put us in a double bed together without the slightest suspicion, but if we get too close to each other in public, we could be suspected.”

“In private, which means we’re in our own house, we can do whatever we want, including all the stupid things we want to do with each other that we love people. But if we get caught, I run the risk of being considered a criminal and thrown in jail. That’s the point. You agree or you don’t. You understand why we must keep our secret absolutely?”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“When your friends are talking about sex, you have to be careful about everything you say. If you reveal that you know a lot, it may arouse their suspicion and they may privately prick you about the girl from whom you know all this, or think you are bragging. All this is very troublesome unless you can keep your mouth shut to your classmates, can you do that?”

“That’s easy, I just have to keep my mouth shut and listen to their stories.”

“Are you sure you can do this? Don’t you think you can brag about what you once did?”

“I don’t want to attract their attention.”

“That’s right. Do you want to ask me something?”

“No mom, why all the questions?”

“Paul, I can ask a thousand questions and find the answers one by one. But the hardest part is, what happens when you grow up and meet the person you want to marry? All we can do is kiss goodbye while you go on your honeymoon? How can I stand to see you go away and watch you live with another woman?

How do I tell my daughter-in-law that Paul likes his eggs fried on both sides and that he likes to lie on his back and dip his wick after making love to you?”

Mom started to “giggle” like a little girl, and I tried to imagine what she was talking about with the two-sided omelette. Both of us completely forgot about the unpleasant topic, and immersed ourselves in the joyful laughter, which continued to come and go, as we hadn’t seen each other smile like that for a long time.

Talking about these possible future events dulls me. In front of me was a lake with lots of fish, just a few steps across. Ben and I had had fun fishing on our first morning here, and I was going to show my mom what I had learned.

“Mom, would you like to go fishing with me for a while?”

“It’s just that I don’t have a fishing pole.”

“Mom, you can get some sun then. I’ll get the tackle and we’ll go to the place Ben took me on the lake.”

“Lead the way.” She replied.

Half an hour later mamma had found a comfortable spot, which was under the shade of a tree, and she sat down and watched me, while I began to cast the hook and line at a patch of pond which was likely to contain fish. On the third cast I was rewarded, and after a careful series of work the fish was caught, and I held it aloft for my mother to see. She was overjoyed and hugged me tightly. I busied myself along the shore, but only caught a few small fish. After a number of attempts, I gathered up my fishing gear and plopped down to rest on the ground next to my mom.

My mom happily teased me, “Looks like I’ve picked a good partner who can support me.”

“Just wait, you’ll see me catch a big fish with a harpoon.” I said with a smile.

“Don’t think about that, less than a mile from here is a super market.”

I was looking up at the mountains thinking about fishing when I noticed dark clouds stirring and already covering the mountains to the northwest.

“Mom, we’d better get back to the cabin, it looks as if it’s going to rain.”

“Gotta get ahead of the storm.”

We walked back to the cabin and I stowed my tackle and started packing the fish I had just caught for lunch. The storm was still in the distance, but you could already smell the rain, the air was dull and the storm was coming. I turned on the radio and listened to a local channel that was broadcasting the midday news, and the weather was forecasting a heavy storm for the afternoon.

We ate lunch on the porch and watched the dark clouds roll across the sky. Soon the sun was obscured and the lake was overcast. Huge raindrops began to fall, hitting the long wooden slats of the roof with an ear-splitting sound. It wasn’t long before the raindrops turned into a downpour, lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder echoed across the mountains. We enjoyed the fireworks of nature until the wind carried the rain onto the porch and forced us inside.

We had just entered the house and were about to close the door behind us when a thunderous clap of thunder startled us, causing my mom to fly into my arms. I could feel her body shaking and my arms wrapped around her until she slowly calmed down. She looked up at me and I kissed her gently as we stood quietly in the center of the room, forgetting about the storm outside.

“I have a suggestion.” Mom said.

“What?”

“If you can’t teach me how to fish outside, why don’t you let me not teach you how to exercise indoors?”

“You made the best suggestion, Mom.”

She led me to the bedroom and soon we were naked on the bed. As I tried to rush things she pushed me away and said, “Remember, I told you I was going to teach you how to exercise indoors, and what I want you to do isn’t hard, just slow down. Just slow down. Let me show you how to do it and we’ll have lots of time to practice. There are many ways to make love, you just have to follow my instructions and do it naturally. It may seem a little strange to you at times, but you’ll find it very interesting as you try to do it. Do you say yes?”

“Okay mom.” I would agree with everything she said in that regard, and at this point in time, I just want to get started on the main thing as soon as possible.

She pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me kissing my nipples. Whoo! I realized I was surprisingly sensitive there. She squirmed and rotated her body until we were face to face when the head and feet were in opposite directions and her breasts dangled above my face. I began to mimic her behavior of kissing my nipples as her breasts pressed down against my face and I almost choked on her soft breasts. She kissed and moved on my stomach, stirring my navel with her tongue, and I kissed her navel in return, and she shivered with tickle and giggled.

Summer Romance (continued)

She took my scrotum in her hand and gently kneaded it as if she were kneading soft dough, my blood pressure shot up to a new high. She began to caress my scrotum with her lips, widening the range, and I was shocked, she was about to kiss my penis. Mom was she going to kiss there? Was she expecting me to do the same to her? I had heard so many schoolyard stories about oral sex before, but I hardly believed that it was the sort of thing normal people were supposed to do. My own mother could perform oral sex! I couldn’t believe it.

To my amazement, however, my cock had felt the warmth of her lips! It felt so wonderful that I forgot my surprise, my earlier thoughts that it wasn’t the sort of thing normal people should do, and all I wanted was more.

Soon I began to reciprocate. Resting just an inch above my face as mom took my cock into her mouth and licked the head with her tongue was her pussy, was she expecting me to do the same to her? I could clearly smell her feminine odor and I kind of understood. Gathering my courage, I parted her labia with my fingers and kissed the tip of her nub. Her reaction was sudden and surprising to me, her crotch pressed down against my face almost suffocating me while stimulating my throbbing cock harder.

I stimulate her nub with my tongue again and a whimpering moan begins to escape from her fully stuffed mouth. Curious, I stir my tongue deep inside her sex, which is wet and smooth on the inside. Within moments she was squirming her hips so that her pussy’s nucleus covered my mouth and I sipped on it, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it, occasionally massaging it gently with my tongue again. She became frantic and began to rotate her hips fiercely, causing me to hold her ass harder.

I forgot everything but to bury my face and tongue deeper and deeper and deeper into her blazing sex, exchanging my pleasure for the pleasure my mom gave me. Just then I felt I had climbed to the top and it felt like flying with the wind.

The moment I reach the peak of my orgasm, my cock squeezes deep into her mouth and I’m going to explode! Jet, jet…

When did it end I don’t know, why did I have so many misconceptions about oral sex before? How wonderful it all was! I really wanted to tell her how much I had enjoyed myself during those last few minutes, but I thought, I don’t have to say anything, I don’t have to say anything, on top of me mom had collapsed softly, her consciousness seemed to go to far away places.

After a short break, mom kissed my softening cock with her hot, moist lips and turned to lie next to me. She hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply and long, and I kissed her greedily. In the warmth of the atmosphere, we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and we wrapped our arms around each other contentedly, listening to the wind whipping the rain and pounding closely against the cabin windows.

We lay on the bed, which was our cozy and safe love nest, and we were early nesting lovebirds. We hugged each other tightly feeling the warmth, kissing and caressing non-stop. I explored all the secrets of her body with my fingertips and lips, caressing her beside me, my love-struck babe, still fascinated by her at this moment when I was already content. But it didn’t matter, we would satisfy each other’s desires, we kept caressing and slowly savoring every moment, every moment.

The afternoon passed, and we continued to murmur with passion, interspersed from time to time with intense caresses for emphasis. We were searching the limits of my sexual prowess as if we were on a honeymoon. I was clumsily learning the ropes, but Mom, with her loving patience, taught me what she liked and what she wanted me to do. One of the lessons was the thrusts of lovemaking, something that was different from anything I had ever heard on campus, which was mostly wrong.

Making love and flirting should be done in a rhythmic manner, slowly and gently, taking into account your partner’s needs… I learned a lot and practiced as I went along.

The whole day had been like a jumbled collage, clear and transparent pictures suffused with carnal intent. I had wild dreams about my mom, but I didn’t think it would ever come true, I wasn’t daydreaming was I? It wasn’t a daydream, I was lying in bed, naked, and in the middle of caressing my mom, and both of us were intoxicated by this wonderful flirtation. There could be no other day in my life that could possibly rival this one! The fruit of the forbidden is always sweet.

Pat and Ben returned the next day, just in time for lunch. Upon seeing their limo pull up, Mom said, “Go to hell, our honeymoon is over. We have to be mother and son again like we used to be.”

“Mom, when we want to, we can take a trip in the canoe, or say we’re going for a walk in the woods.” So I replied, while my mom gave me a sweet smile and a wink and just a wink.

I helped Ben unload from the car while Mom and Pat prepared lunch, and then we gathered around for lunch and chatted about their trip into town and the storm. Then Ben and I started checking the cabin for storm damage.

At one point over the next few days, Mom and I tried to manage to get away, but Pat and Ben had so many plans for us that we had to admit that there was no way we were going to go off and do our private business. And in the bedroom, we were afraid that we might be too intense and that they might happen to overhear something from outside, since Mom makes a lot of noise when she orgasms.

On Saturday evening, the group drove in Ben’s car to a restaurant that was the social center of the neighborhood. It was an average place that served only a few simple foods, but prepared plenty of each. After dinner the tables were everyone backed up against the wall to make way for the open space in the center and a small band of locals began to play dance music.

The music plays, a bright country tune that brings on a frenzy. The band isn’t bad and tempts you to step onto the dance floor. Mom and I danced together for a few numbers before Ben and I switched partners and Pat and I danced while Mom and Ben danced.Ben and Pat were having a great time, they didn’t want much out of life, just enough to drink enough to relax and laugh. Mom only drank beer because she was going to drive us home.

We had a great time, except when a stranger asked Mom to dance. I sat at the table and watched them, listening to the dance music with jealousy and trepidation. It was a new experience for me, I had never felt this emotion before, was this how men sought lovers and courted their wives? Mom smiled as the strangers said something and I felt my courage slowly draining out from underneath me.

After waiting for what seemed like a century, the dance finally ended. As they walked back to the table, I heard the stranger say, “Do you  mean to sit at my table?”

Mom replied, “No, I want to be here with my son, and I don’t want to leave my friends.”

“So I can sit at your table?”

“I apologize, I’m in the middle of a party with my family. Thank you for asking me to dance.”

He walked away with a vague thank you. Mom gave me a quick hug and then sat down, the hug was so forceful that my world was normal once more. I wanted to poke my arm over and wrap it around my mom or hold her hand, but there were too many people for me to do that, but I longed to be next to her to make sure I was. She must have sensed my need to feel safe from her, and she pretended to move her chair casually until our knees touched while smiling heartily at me, and I grounded myself.

I looked around easily, surrounded by a number of kids close to my age who had come with their parents as well. Mom noticed a cute girl sitting at the table next to a couple, and she squirmed her knees that were close to mine and whispered to me to ask the girl to dance.

“Mom, I’d rather  dance with you.”

Her knees didn’t move and she whispered, “If you only dance with me, other people will feel strange.”

“What if she says no?”

“Paul, I’ll bet she’ll take you up on your offer.”

“Mom, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never asked a girl to dance before.” I affirmed.

“You’re able to squeeze a grown woman, but you’re too stupid to ask a teenage girl to dance? That’s hard for me to believe.” Mom chuckled.

I was shocked and sat in silence for a moment, my mom had never said anything to me about this before this, we talked about almost everything but this subject. She was right about one thing though, I had made love to a grown woman once, asking a girl to dance shouldn’t be any worse.

As the music began, I summoned the courage to walk over to the girl’s table and ask her to dance. Before she accepted my invitation, she glanced hastily at her mother, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.

I asked myself the moment I took her onto the dance floor, it was as if I was expecting her to embarrassingly reject me, why?

The band was playing a slow song, giving me a chance to introduce myself.

“Hi, I’m Paul, thanks for dancing with me.”

“I’m Marcie, thanks for having me. Are you here on vacation?”

“No, mom and I are visiting our relatives for a week.”

“Ben is your uncle?”

“Yes, do you know him?”

“On the other side of the lake we have a log cabin and we visit each other occasionally.”

“But I haven’t seen any other cabins on the lake.”

“That cabin only has four walls and is very secluded.”

At the end of the dance, I escorted Marcie back to her table and thanked her for saying yes to my invitation.

She introduced me to her parents and told them Ben was my uncle. After a moment of polite politeness I find an excuse to go back to my table.

When I sat down my mom said, “See, that’s nothing, right?”

“No mom, I think I only did it because I was afraid she would reject me and embarrass me.”

“Dance with her one more time before we leave, maybe she’ll think you like her.”

I danced to a few dance tunes with Mom before we left, but doubled or more with Marcie.Marcie’s whole family left at the same time as we did, and after a brief chitchat Ben and Pat invited them to visit at some point.Marcie invited me to lunch every other day. Mom winked at me and nodded so I accepted the invitation.

That night we lay in bed full of love and talked about Marcie and other girls. Mom said that I needed to date a girl my age, and she needed to go out with a guy at the right moment, and that we had to do this to remove any suspicion from our friends and acquaintances. I knew it was wise behavior, but I didn’t like the idea of Mom going out with another guy.

I hugged her tightly and told her what I was thinking, and she laughed and said, “If I go out with another man, I’ll give you crazier, more passionate love when I get home.”

One thing led out to another, and we began to make love in silence, and then I lay in her skeleton thinking about it all, and in the quiet of the night I was jealous, at Mom’s dance with that stranger, but why? I wasn’t jealous when she was dancing with Ben. Was she jealous when I danced with Marcie? Was I jealous because I didn’t trust her? Was it because I was afraid she’d open herself up to another man? That’s a question I have that only she can answer, but can I ask it?

“Mommy, do you love me?”

“Of course I love you, you’re my son.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I felt very jealous when you danced with that man tonight.”

“Ah, now I understand what you’re asking. The answer to the real question you’re asking is that you’re growing up. I wonder if it would upset you if I told you about some of my personal life with your father?”

“I don’t think so.” I said, while I wondered why what happened to my father had anything to do with my emotions.

“When your father and I were first married I thought we could enjoy sex, I was a teenager then and I really thought that for a long time I fantasized about all the possibilities we would explore. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that your father wasn’t what I thought he was sexually. I wanted to enjoy oral sex with him and he became upset when I tried. He liked to have sex with me his way and would become angry if I wanted him to do the same things he wanted me to do.”

“I don’t know how much you know about women’s sex, but I’m a little different there down there.

I have a very large nub like a small penis and your dad thinks it’s ugly and says he feels like he’s kissing a man’s sex organ. He only makes love to me in the dark because he thinks my sex organ is ugly. But that’s short and sweet too, his lovemaking doesn’t satisfy me but teases my libido and if I want some relief I have no choice but to masturbate. When your father found out about my dirty masturbation, he got very angry and called me a homosexual, a bitch… He never made love to me again.”

Mom gasped sharply and fell silent, I didn’t know any of what she was saying, but now I did, and I knew the depth of the hurt she had suffered. When boys made fun of other people, making fun of the length of their penis was the most vicious insult he could endure. I wanted to reassure my mom that I didn’t have the same prejudices as my father.

“Mom, I understand what you’re saying, I’ve seen some pictures in my biology book and I agree with you, you’re just a little bigger there than other women. Dad can’t appreciate that about you, but I can.”

Mom hugged me tightly and continued her story, “Thank you Paul, I need you to think that way, but I have more to tell you. After we divorced, I didn’t think anyone else would be like him, but I was disgusted when I got involved with them for real. For some reason, I believed they would think I was ugly like your father did, and it was as if I could hear your father’s voice telling me I was deformed, that I was a cunt. Even now, I feel sick when I think of the man who danced with me on this night.”

“You’re the exception. I think it’s because you’re all I’ve got, and you’ve always stood by me during my fights with your father. After my divorce, you were the only person I loved and the only man who ever touched me. I always felt endless love for your hugs and kisses. Further on, as I realized we had that kind of affection, I encouraged you, encouraged my baby to be a rebel, and responded to you with the same passion. It’s all better now than I ever thought it would be, and now, here, we are lovers, right or wrong.”

“Do you understand now why you have no need to be jealous of me? No matter what! I’ll take care of your balls no matter what, whenever you ask for them!” She laughed.

I remembered our earlier conversations a couple mornings ago and I laughed. The joke that eggs had become our secret in our new relationship. I hugged her body tightly and felt a new kind of tenderness from her body. She shared some of her private secrets with me and let me in on her thoughts. It all required a great deal of trust on her part, and if she trusted me that much, how could I not trust her?

“Now I know more, Mom. I don’t know how to express to you how lucky I feel to have a mom like you, but I do know that you definitely make the best omelettes.”

“What do you know? That’s only because I’m the only woman who ever made you an omelette.” She said with a foody grin.

The next day I  boat to my appointment with Marcie and spent the whole afternoon. After lunch we took the canoe for a ride and general fun. She was a naughty girl and I had an easy conversation with her. Before I left she left her address and made me promise to write to her when school started.

Every other day Marcie’s family visits Ben and Pat, which gives Marcie and I more time together. I discovered that she loves to run wild and crazy and I found myself surprisingly fond of her. Too bad she lives on the other side of the state! I made a friend my own age.

On Wednesday Ben and Pat had to go into town, so Mom and I decided to come home early too.

Wednesday morning we all piled into Ben’s car and switched buses along the way to begin the journey home. During the long ride home, we talked about how we were going to face the unknown.

The result of our discussions was that we would have to be very discreet to remain together without being discovered. Our family life was always very secretive and we rarely had guests in the house. Dad had moved to another state and couldn’t bother us for over a year so he wouldn’t be a problem. We were able to relax completely at home and not worry about friends or neighbors intruding while we caressed. In front of people we simply played our respective roles, and who would suspect that a mother and son were playing a love game?

Soon enough, we had settled into the rhythm of our new life. At first, I felt a little awkward about having to sleep in my mom’s room, but it didn’t take long for me to recognize that as long as I thought of her room as ours it was fine. There was also one major change, and that was that those tensions and insecurities that we had at the beginning of our relationship change had completely disappeared.

We lived comfortably together and depended on each other as we did in the summer, Mom working while I ran the house.

When my mom wasn’t working, we pretty much soaked up all the time and stayed out of contact with the outside world. I had very few friends, all of whom lived on that side of town, and throughout the summer I had very little connectivity with them. Mom had focused on her job since the divorce and had no time for friends, so that, aside from work and school, our lives were like an island with just the two of us, and we were more of a companion to each other, dependent on each other. We don’t feel like we need to be exposed to more people or more things.

On the weekends mom started bringing work home to do, she buried herself in piles of papers and complicated charts, and I began to help her carry on while she contemplated. Math was my strong suit in school and I would calculate the answers she needed. I taught myself a small portion of her business so that I could skillfully help her choose her priorities from it. Mom was preparing a proposal for a new department, and if it was accepted she might have a chance to be promoted to manager. Her promotion would mean a better life for both of us, so I spent almost all of my free time helping her with her proposal.

It wasn’t long before she started bringing work home to do every night, making me feel more alone unless I worked with her so we could be together. We got along well at work and I was able to wade into the details of her programs. Soon I started making my suggestions and we had long arguments, analyzing which ones should be adopted. An outsider overheard one of our discussions during this time, and I think he thought we were arguing.

One thing I’ve noticed is that in response to my arguments, my mom is employing the devil’s strategy of defending her arguments while discreetly plagiarizing mine, my arguments. She was using my weapons to equip herself.

My debate coach provided me with some books, and throughout the summer, I took advantage of the spare time I had to help my mom with her work to study hard, and the debates with her helped me to refine my skills. When school started, I thought I could start a debate team after the workout she gave me this summer.

Mom’s program ended by August and her relentless pace began to relax. For her program, we struggled so hard that she invited me to work together on the inevitable dilemmas, the ones that gave me double the headache, the bad guy! We worked late on Friday night and went to bed still feeling exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning I woke up early and my mom was still softly snoring. I lay still and gingerly got up and into the bathroom. Then I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. As I waited for the coffee pot to percolate, I contemplated these past few weeks.

When we first came home from the cabin, we had sex a lot, wild, indulgent sex. But after Mom started planning her scenario, there was almost zero between us, except for sleeping together. In my occasional moments of idleness, I missed her loving presence. Who was I? I was her son but our relationship had changed. I was her lover but her work interfered with our intimacy. I am her collaborator in this program she has just completed, and I enjoy working with her, but what do I do afterward? I stayed with the love we shared. I think… if mom still wants to work today I won’t force her. But maybe I can distract her. I don’t want to go against her wishes  without permission. I don’t want her to think that I’m an overbearing, demanding son. I want her to love me because she wants me too.

I tiptoed to the bedroom and peered in. Mom was still sleeping, so I went back to the kitchen and made a continental breakfast plate with coffee and bagels, then returned to the bedroom with the breakfast plate and set it on the bed. Mom began to squirm slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

I sat on the edge of the bed and ambled over to kiss her tenderly. She opened her eyes and smiled and kissed me back.

“Want a cup of coffee mom?”

She looked at the breakfast tray and asked, “What’s the reason?”

“I just wanted to give you a little surprise.”

“Breakfast in bed can never be more than some little tiny surprise, it beats the roses.” She said pulling me to sit next to her.

“What are you trying to imply?”

“Only because I love you.”

Mom laughed loudly, and the laughter went on for quite some time, as if I had told her the most ridiculous joke in the world. I felt confused, overwhelmed, and

“I get it, you’re trying to say that I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry Paul, I’ve neglected you and you’ve worked yourself nearly to death the past few weeks. Give your old mom a kiss, let me go to the bathroom, and let’s do something to make up for it when I get back.”

A passionate hug and a smoldering kiss were the reward I got before she hurried off to the bathroom.

Immediately after she came back, she said, “The coffee can wait a while.”

After a few short moments, a little later we lay side by side with each other on the bed, our desires having been satisfied as we leisurely sipped our coffee and shared a sweet bagel. Mom was a bright light, as excited as she had been that day on the lake, and my worries became nothing more than a vague cloud of memories. Mom’s mood vented to me, and before long, the two of us were caressing and frolicking again, while our room had long been cluttered with clothes scattered everywhere.

Mom took a bite of her bagel and some of the crumbs scattered on her uncovered breasts. Laughing I said, “Mom, you spilled crumbs.” At the same time, I went down to my breasts and licked up the crumbs with my tongue.

She laughed at my gesture and smeared some more sugar on her tummy, saying, “Don’t leave any bits out, I still have sugar on my tummy.”

As I licked all the sugar from her stomach, she applied more quantities to her nipples and I honestly ate them clean as her nipples grew hard. Her tits were shiny and slick from my work, but before that, she took another bagel and applied a big glob of sticky sugar to her pussy lips.

“I’m going to rub this sticky stuff all over my body, can you help me get it off?” She asked with a demented smile, like a little girl.

“Go ahead and wipe, I’ll be your bib.” I said and lay down between her legs and licked. I became very aroused and so did mom.

She was so aroused that her nub stood up and poked out beyond her labia, pink and bright. I took hold of it and took it into my mouth, about half an inch long, sucking and adding gently with the tip of my tongue, and it wasn’t long before she began to squirm with pleasure. She grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my face tighter and tighter against her sex, the roots of my hair were almost all numb but she was getting more and more aroused and her hands were working harder. Finally she let out a great big moan and fell limply to the bed, her hands desperately tearing at my hair turning to gentle caresses for the moment.

I got on top of my mom and wrapped her in my arms, kissing her all over her face, one at a time, while bumping and rubbing my cock between her legs, one at a time. She skillfully dodged my teasing as I bumped around haphazardly, but except for my most deserving sex target. With that, we began a gentle writhing on the bed mimicking rape, moans and demented laughter echoing through our room as we squirmed and tangled.

Mom pushed me down and let go of her legs to straddle me, “I want BBQ pork.” She said.

She took a golden bagel from the tray and scooped out an eye in the center. At first I wanted to ask what she was going to do, but before I could get a word out she shoved the scooped out crumb into my mouth. After that she moved between my legs and slipped that bagel onto my fully engorged cock, then licked the sugar that stuck to the outside, a rush of excitement from my cock that almost made me pass out.

She circled around bit by bit bit biting into the bagel and didn’t stop until it became like a thin sliver of a ring, then she plopped back down and brought the bread she had just bitten into her mouth into mine, then turned back around and continued to work on my cock until it was clean and clear of everything, and then finally she straddled me and began to slowly lower herself while my cock braced itself underneath her slowly lowering her ass.

Both of us were so invigorated by our pre-coital lovemaking that we were on the verge of reaching the peak of our orgasms, and finally, Mom fell limply on top of me, our skin pressed against each other as we basked in the afterglow of our orgasms.

After we fucked, I liked to stick with my mom every now and then, maintaining the position of my penis dipped in her sex. If I wasn’t completely satisfied, and doing so gave me a full erection, I could make love to her again. If I couldn’t, then I would soften in her hot, slick confinement, and eventually would slowly shrivel up to the point of eventually fading out into the air as her love-fluid-secreting contractions took hold. That’s usually the end signal, and like now, it’s over.

“Someone’s already satisfied.” Mom said, “I feel sticky all over, let’s take a shower before we get dressed.”

Afterward, we sat in the kitchen sipping a fresh pot of coffee as we casually chatted, but Mom began to interject, “Paul, I’m sorry I ignored your needs for so long. In the future, I will be more than willing to fulfill your needs whenever you want them. In my heart, I will work harder to make our new relationship more fulfilling.”

“That’s right, mom. I also have a little proposal to touch each other or give each other hints at moments when we are sexually demanding and the other person understands. I trust you and like you, but I’m not quite used to our new relationship.”

“Is it because our lovemaking bothers you? You want to probe me because of your sexual desire for your mother, don’t you?”

“No, it isn’t. I don’t feel bad about our new relationship. But sometimes I can’t believe it, I try so hard to tell myself it’s really happening, but it always feels like it’s all a dream together.”

“I know how you feel, Paul, when I wake up in the morning and see us naked in bed, sometimes I’m shocked, really, albeit briefly, until I realize that you’re Oedipus and I’m Jocasta and fume for half a day before I remember what we’re doing. And once or twice I’ve felt guilty for a moment, and sometimes I’ve felt that I’ve been too selfish, taking advantage of your innocence. A boy your age should be out chasing young girls, not making love to his mother.”

“Mom! Stop it!” I said, “I love you, and I know you love me too. Compared to other mothers and sons, we have just one more love than they do.”

“Paul, I don’t mean to upset you, I’m forcing myself to point this out, it seems as if our new relationship is out of the loop. ‘Motherfucker’ is a bad word, we have to be real about it, and I fear that in the future we will have to encounter terrible problems. If our loved ones turn against each other, you can’t just give back what you were meant to be or leave me, because I can’t stand either of those things. I am your mother and you and I must live together until you turn eighteen. What are you going to do, are you going to move back to your room and forget our secret once and for all?”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a lover turn against us, we can’t let it happen, but if it does, we’ve got to deal with it, Mom.”

“There’s another thing we’ll have to face, and then we won’t be discussing ideas of what’s right and what’s wrong or anything else. I am twenty years older than you, and by the time you reach that age you will probably have met someone of your own age and want to marry, and then I shall have to face it alone. I want you to be happy, but when the time does come I can’t bear to see you go, it would be too hard, but then we must let each other go our own way.”

“I don’t think I’d like anyone but you, Mom.”

“We’ll see, let’s change the subject, shall we? But you need to think carefully about everything we say.”

“If you ask.”

“Don’t be so listless. I was about to say I want you to drill on me again this afternoon. On Monday I have to come up with my program and I think more warm-ups will improve my speed. What do you like to do tonight?”

“How about hamburgers and a movie? I’ve wanted to since we started getting busy.”

“The sound is too loud. It’s almost lunchtime and I’m too lazy to cook. Why don’t we go downtown for lunch and then go shopping at the department store?”

At lunch I pondered my mom’s plan and we discussed it at length. This morning’s frustration was thrown out the window. I felt happy that I hadn’t lost my temper, or said anything over the top, or I would have felt sorry for myself. I really felt enjoyment in being able to help my mom, including making out with her. One bet I have for the outcome of the program is that if she does what I say to refine her program, she will get a boost. I learned an important lesson today, try saying something sweet before you plan to lose your temper.

When we shopped at the super market, my mother was like a happy child, she jumped and laughed, and so did I, who was under her spell; our joy was so obvious that many people smiled at us. But if they knew the serious plans I had for my mother’s body when we arrived home, I wonder if they would have been shocked?

All day Monday, I stayed home, waiting for my mom to arrive home and for her to tell me the results of the program.

I didn’t ask as she walked through the door because the answer was written all over her face. She tried desperately to keep her expression cold, but there was a spark in her eyes and a suppressed smile at the corners of her mouth.

She came into the house, hugged me tightly and said, “I did it! I explained my program to the local manager, and on Thursday we’re going to the Parliament House. I’m going to present my program to the Board of Supervisors.”

I rubbed her back and hugged her tight, saying congratulations, and she gave me another shock when she said we had to go to Parliament House together.

“Both of us?” I asked.

“Nice, I told them I had to take you with me and they agreed. Friday morning I’m going to submit my program and then we’ll spend the weekend there and it’s at their expense. We’ll fly back Sunday night so I won’t be late on Monday.”

The rest of the evening was spent briskly refining our program. Tomorrow afternoon we are going shopping for clothes and other necessities and we need to hurry. Mom still needs some time to pack. We have two days to enjoy life and relax in preparation.

As we were going to bed mom was so excited she couldn’t sleep, she wanted me to stay up with her and talk all night, the only way I could keep her quiet was to kiss her. One thing led to another, she became an unsatisfied lover. Making love consumed her excitement and we fell asleep, our room was a mess but we couldn’t care less, let’s just call it our bedding, in each other’s arms we fell asleep.

Thursday morning was when I had my first airplane experience. I was excited, and a little worried, but it was like being on a bus, very safe and a safe ride. We arrived at our destination just before lunch and a young man was waiting for us at the airport who escorted us to our hotel.

After lunch with some of the guests we reported to the conference preparatory office where mom and I were introduced to so many people that I had to take notes to record them.

When we were introduced to the CEO he said, “This is the young man who helped you and came with you, right? Why don’t you bring him to the meeting tomorrow so he can learn more about the real business?” A few minutes before we headed back to the hotel, he asked mom a few questions about her job and other topics.

We had an early dinner, went back to our room and started playing devil’s advocate like last time.

Afterward we both lay on the bed with my arm around her. Mom was a little nervous and panicked, she was sure she was going to make a mistake. I tried to talk her out of it, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t sleep. One thing that always relaxes her is when I start “raping” her. At first she resisted, but after a few moments she entwined herself with me passionately and fiercely.

Poor mom, all it takes is one kiss on her clit and she comes. One of my favorite pastimes was to lay my head between her legs and explore her sex with my tongue. Her huge clit fascinated me and I let my mouth hold it like a lollipop. It became almost a totem to me and mom loved every moment I paid attention to it. She thought she was ugly and deformed after her dad verbally abused her, but that had changed completely. She joked about the rare gift she had with this huge cunt core and humorously noted that if I kept playing with it like this, it would get bigger and bigger, just like my dick.

Like all teenagers, I loved my mom, but I loved her more like a woman. One thing I never understood was why my father did not love this gentle and wonderful woman! I always ask this question, and little by little my mother tells me more and more about my father, but it seems that none of it is the same. Perhaps to-night she will tell me more, and probably to-morrow she will be more lucid.

“Mom, what went wrong between you and father?”

“Many things. Let’s see what’s wrong, you want to hear it?”

“Yes, I want to hear it. You are a gentle, loving person that I know, and I don’t know why my father can’t love you as much as he does with me.”

Mom kissed me once more before she began, “Thank you for the compliment. I love you so passionately, every moment of every day. You’ve shown me that selfless love really does exist, and I’ll love you more and more in return.”

“Your father and I were too young when we got married. I thought he was like an adventurer and liked to roam around, but it was only after we got married that we really realized each other. I wanted to get out of the house and dissolve into society, while he wanted to live a quiet and easy life, which led to a small disagreement. I had just graduated from a higher education institution when we got married and I was already two months pregnant. After you were born, I wanted to go back to school and finish my studies, while your father wanted to be a housewife. At first I tried to help him with his career but he got angry and I realized that he only cared about his work and didn’t want me to get in the way, even a little. He wasn’t looking for a career, all he wanted was a job so he could fulfill his needs and give him a paycheck. I was bored out of my mind and so was he. I have thought about assisting him with his career so he can get better, but he doesn’t want to climb the ladder.”

“He needs love too, but when he has problems with love, he is at a loss and doesn’t know what the perfect woman is. He’s been going down the same old road, he knows women have orgasms but was shocked when he made me come, he thought a good woman wasn’t supposed to be like that. He thought I was a slutty bitch. I’ve talked about our sex life, I don’t want to go into detail about it, enough said. Compared to your father you are more like a lover, even better than your father, you are the best life partner I have ever had.”

“I think we’ve said enough about that, let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

The next morning we ate breakfast in our room and discussed everything that would happen on this day. Breakfast was hearty, pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Mom told me how I was going to be, changing her tone for emphasis to get my attention.

“Paul, I don’t have enough energy for you to pay attention to everything the people around you say. You can remember more, put away your list. If they take my proposal we can move here, if I work here I can work from home. So I want to know what everyone I can know thinks.”

“I thought you’d be presiding over this department until after you got back. When are we moving in?”

“Yesterday I overheard someone say that if the company adopted my proposal I would get the new office that was just completed. It was two secretaries chatting in the ladies’ room and I happened to be there. I stalled until they left. See, know what to do?”

“If we move I can go to a major high school, right? They have the best debate team in the state.”

“I thought you’d be upset about the move, but who would have thought you’d already picked out a school. Please don’t be disappointed if I can’t finish the job.” Mom said kissing me on the cheek before leaving the table to get dressed.

“I won’t be disappointed, you’re going to shock them this morning. The good thing is that I was on the debate team last year, and one of the things I had to learn was to remember what the other side had said when they first started so that I could utilize it afterwards. I’ll be like a tape recorder recording everything I can listen to.”

Mom’s scenarios are like ticking time bombs as she calmly discusses her points as if this is just her and me discussing the family budget at home. After the presentation, she summarized the questions and gave concise but to the point answers. After that time the stage opened up for questions, which were rather silly and ridiculous, and I wouldn’t have dreamed of asking them. Everyone was paying attention to her, and as she finished it all, I heard a chorus of praise.

In the afternoon we got the news that Mom had been promoted to a supervisor in a new department and that we would be moving in two weeks. We were in for a huge change, and the thought swirled around in my head. We would have to sell our current house, move with our belongings and find a new place to live. Every minute we counted, and finally we decided to cut our trip short and go home immediately.

Mom went to make a phone call and I started packing. She had a party to attend that night, but she would manage to avoid the obnoxious people so that she booked plane tickets for our ten o’clock departure.

She personally called her past boss to inform him of the news. They discussed it for a while, and from the tone of my mom’s conversation I surmised that he was saying that this promotion was warranted. She asked for the phone number of a former classmate, now a real estate middleman, and called him and set up a meeting for early the following day. We’re going to be very busy on Saturday.

Sunday morning I woke up before mom and prepared breakfast for both of us. Mom woke up as I was placing the breakfast tray at the foot of the bed and said, “It’s not going to be roses, is it?”

“My allowance can’t handle roses yet, but you can be flexible and have breakfast in bed.”

I’ve come to realize that I’m doing something that could become routine. On Saturday or Sunday mornings, we have breakfast in bed, followed immediately by the longed-for lovemaking, which we enjoy with aplomb.

Then we would take a bath together and have a long confabulation while doing so, and we had no adult or childish scruples about our topics, simply talking about how we felt about each other, or about how we felt differently from each other. We avoided sensitive or difficult questions because such mornings were extremely rare, and we didn’t want either of us to be unhappy, just to share most of our happy secrets.

This morning, as we were sitting in the kitchen, Mom started talking about our trip and how she thought she should be the one to talk about it.

“Paul, I want to thank you, you helped me a lot. I was so nervous and upset on Thursday that I was worried about the meeting on Friday. You used the most correct ‘medication’ to calm my nervousness, and that’s when mom looked especially stupid, right?” She laughed.

“Mom, please note that boys always get hard easily.” I responded jokingly.

“I don’t know, really, but I’ll consider taking your approach in my program tomorrow morning. You reminded me a lot about your dad when you asked me about him, and I had to deal with a big, self-righteous man then, and I had to live my life the way he imagined it in his head. I don’t  mean that, I’m fine without them. Thank you, for all of this.”

“I think you succeeded there. Luckily you broke up with him and got rid of the hold of the boredom issue.”

“There in addition to most of those who paid attention to me, I seemed to have an enemy who asked me a question as if he were upset, but smiled after I answered. I shall be more careful of him in future.”

“I noticed most of the men staring at you when you were talking, nothing. It makes me feel a little jealous, but at the same time I feel more proud.”

“Paul, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m thinking about you every minute of every day.”

(Part 1 to be continued)