In my childhood memories, my father and mother were the perfect couple.
Mom was almost ten years younger than Dad, who was a tall, handsome man with his own business, the kind of man who could support a family.
Mom was young, beautiful, worked outside the home and had her own place in the world, and her coworkers said she was a very strong woman. In fact, at home mom was always gentle, virtuous and often pampered in front of dad (I peeked in).
The most beautiful image I can remember is my father and mother taking me for a walk in the street at sunset, with the man’s broad shoulders, the woman’s charming curves, and the lovely child, draped in golden sunlight, attracting the admiring glances of passers-by.
Until one day, it was all over. That day, out of the blue, came the terrible news that Dad had a heart attack and collapsed never to wake up again. Who would have thought that such a strong man would leave so easily. I was only eight years old at that time, I didn’t know the meaning of death very well, I only knew to cry because I couldn’t see my dad anymore.
Surprisingly, Mom didn’t go down, she acted calmly in front of her family and friends and went back to work without a vacation after the funeral.
Time passes quickly, and ten years have passed. I had grown into a big boy of eighteen, inheriting my father’s broad shoulders and handsome face.
Mom has also been forty years old, perhaps all day running, busy work, although there are a few fine wrinkles climbed on the still beautiful cheeks, but the body is still so slender, slim, completely without the same age of fat and old.
Looking back on these ten years, we mother and son really spent them together, and outsiders simply can’t appreciate the sweetness and bitterness of it.
When Dad passed away, he left a considerable amount of money in the bank, enough for our mother and son’s household. However, the strong mom still worked hard and also used her weak shoulders to support the family. She refused the advice of well-meaning friends who wanted her to remarry, saying that we didn’t need help financially and that we could support ourselves. She has her own career, and can take good care of me, she does not let me collect a little aggression, for fear that I can not accept another father.
In fact that’s exactly what happened, I simply couldn’t accept another man in the house, in my mind the house meant mom, me and my dead dad, there was no place for anything else.
As I grew older, I realized that I was being selfish. A home is supported by both men and women, and it was too unfair for a woman as beautiful as my mom to let her bear all the burdens alone, and to take care of me, who was not very obedient. Especially when I myself began to understand what happened between men and women, I pitied my mom even more. How many lonely nights did a woman spend in the past ten years?
Mom is very capable of working outside, not losing out to men, and has turned down a lot of suitors. However, I know that late at night, I have seen my mom sitting alone in front of the window, gazing out the window for a long time. She is lonely, she also needs people to comfort, need to have a broad shoulder to rely on. She guards her loneliness solely for the sake of my son whom she loves.
Every time I think of this, a tenderness always wells up in my heart, and I know that I love my mom, not only as a mother, but also as a woman.
Gradually, the desire in my heart grew stronger and stronger, I wanted to hold my mom in my arms, with my arms, to give her slender body a strong dependence, I want to be the man of the house, so that the woman of the house is no longer alone.
From then on there was a subtle change in the atmosphere in the house, I began to take the initiative to share the household chores and take care of all the things a man should do. I wanted my mom to feel my power, my presence, not only as her son, but as the only man in the house.
I would accompany my mom out shopping, in the store to encourage her to buy new clothes, buy fashionable cosmetics, she likes things I know, but also often advise her to like to buy, do not save money. I will carry large and small bags for her, and mom is like a little girl, for the purchase of favorite things happy, unconsciously with the hand holding my arm.
When crossing the street, I would gently hold my mom’s hand, pulling her to avoid the oncoming traffic. Later on, I would hold my mom’s slender waist with my hand, saying “be careful, be careful”, and peeking at her, her face was a little red, but she didn’t refuse.
My mom would also accommodate me by going to a movie with me or an outing outside of town.
I had the most fun making jokes about my mom, a little teasing but not too much.
In the movie theater, people always looked at us like we were a couple, and I was happy to do so. I can’t help it, my mom is so beautiful, she looks like a young woman anyways, and I look like a handsome husband.
I would say to the waiter, please get my girlfriend a juice, and then watch my mom’s face turn red and be too embarrassed to deny it to her face, which was adorable.
Waiting for the waiter to go away, my mother suddenly reached out her hand and pinched me hard, scolding me for daring to joke about my mother, but her eyes were full of laughter, and although my body hurt, my heart was sweet.
I watched the distance between my mom and I get smaller, little by little, but I knew I couldn’t rush it, I had to take my time, because my mom was a very strong woman, she wouldn’t drop everything at once and give me her soft side completely.
In fact, my mom has begun to rely on me. She will tell me about her work and listen to my advice; when she is in a bad mood, she will also tell me and let me comfort her. She was getting more and more comfortable playing the role of the woman of the house, not just the mother.
She would often laugh and say, “You’re the man of the house, you’re in charge!”
As I watched my mom change, as her beautiful curves flowed before my eyes, coupled with the occasional springtime glimpses that gave me a glimpse of some of her breasts, her slim waist or her tantalizing inner thighs, all I did was desperately try to hold back from exploding my big meat stick.
One day at the end of summer, the whole sky was overcast, although it was cool, but the heart was very depressing. Because this day is the anniversary of my father’s death, every year on this day, I will stay with my mom, sort of comfort each other.
In the evening, I walked into my mom’s room to find her gazing out the window at the night sky again.
I walked over and sat beside her, putting one arm around her shoulder, “Thinking about dad, mom?”
Mom didn’t answer and turned her head and I saw tears in her eyes. With a pang of pain in my heart, I wrapped my mom in my arms, and instead of refusing, she pressed her head tighter against my chest.
“Mom, please don’t be sad, you still have me and I will always be there for you.”
“Silly son, how would mom have survived all these years if it weren’t for you?”
I lowered my head and looked at the woman in my arms. It was a face I knew all too well, so beautiful, with arched eyebrows, big eyes, a pretty nose and red lips that made my blood boil. The subtle wrinkles left by the years added a mature beauty that looked even sexier, and at the moment mom was even more attractive with tears in the corners of her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around mom and my body heated up, but she didn’t notice, thinking I was just comforting her and didn’t push me away. Mom looked up at me with warmth in her eyes. I gazed into those eyes and a rush went through me.
“Mom, it’s been hard on you all these years, leaving you to hold up this family all by yourself. I know how much you’ve suffered and how much loneliness you’ve endured for me. Mom, I want you to know that I really love you very much, and I will always be with you.”
I moved with emotion and looked deep into my mom’s eyes, who in turn was moved and had tears in her eyes again.
“Mommy loves you too, son. Everything mommy does is for you, and it doesn’t matter how much you suffer as long as you have a good life, mommy. Because, I am your mommy.”
“No, mom. I not only love you because you’re my mom, but also because you’re the most beautiful woman in my heart.”
The body in my arms shook, and mom looked at me with wide eyes: “What are you talking about!”
“Mom, look at me closely, don’t I look like dad? I know you used to look at me, and you thought I didn’t realize that your eyes told me how you felt. Don’t you want me to comfort you like dad did?”
Mom’s face turned red for a moment, and she tried to break away from my embrace, but I held her hard.
“Look me in the eye, mom! Don’t lie to me, and don’t lie to yourself. You need me, and you are so beautiful that only Daddy and I are worthy of you. Mom, I love you and I know you love me too. Didn’t you say that I am the man in this family? And you are the woman in this family. We shouldn’t just be mother and son.”
I paused, then whispered in my mom’s ear, “We should still be lovers.”
“But…”
Instead of letting mom finish, I gagged her with my mouth. I kissed down hard, sucking Mom’s lips with mine, opening her clenched teeth with my tongue as my arms tightened around her.
Slowly, mom’s body heated up, becoming soft in my arms, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, mom opened her mouth and let me kiss her deeply. Time seemed to stop, and this long kiss melted the embracing us.
Our lips finally parted, each other gasping for breath, mom’s face as red as a young girl kissing for the first time. We stared at each other, for a long time, mom murmured: “you really look like your father”.
I couldn’t help but kiss again, mom laughed softly and avoided it, whispering in my ear like an exhalation, “Fool, you don’t need to hold me so tightly, will I still run away?”
This gentle rebuke rang like thunder in my ears, for I knew that from then on, Mom was mine!
We kissed deeply again, and as our tongues entwined, my hands began to roam over mom’s body. My left hand gently rubbed over mom’s back, reaching her waist along the indentation of her spine, then moving slowly down over her hips. The right hand, on the other hand, slid under her armpits to her breasts, stopping when her hand began to feel a bulge and gently circling the edges of her breasts.
Mom finally couldn’t help but smile and pressed her body even tighter against me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Mom will gently bite my ear, said: “bad boy, very experienced oh! How did you learn? Come on, confess!”
My heart was drunk, and I hastened to defend myself: “No. I really have never touched a girl! I’ve never touched a girl before, I’ve read about it in books. I really haven’t… uh…”
My mouth was gagged again by my mom’s, who showed she believed me by her actions.
I tried to undo mom’s dress, and instead of objecting, she tossed her hair back a bit as if to make it easier for me. I noticed that mom’s hair was in the standard working girl’s hairstyle, something that fueled my desire even more.
I almost stopped breathing when I finally undid my mom’s shirt to reveal a white bra. A pair of full breasts swung out in front of me, still standing proudly despite being bound by the bra.
I buried my head between my breasts, breathing in the scent that smelled like a mature woman, my hands rubbing at my bare waist. I clumsily went to unhook my bra, but couldn’t get it right. Instead of giving me help, Mom giggled like a little girl.
I was a little embarrassed and decided to give my mom a bit of a hard time. I pinned my mom up against the wall and with a strong tug of my hand pulled off the not very thick suspenders, then bit the bra with my mouth and tossed it aside with a toss of my head. Now the most tempting breasts in the world were in front of me.
The breasts of a forty year old woman are full and round, not thin like a teenager’s. And Mom’s breasts weren’t saggy like others her age, they were my favorite hemispherical shape, sticking out to the front.
I grabbed a nipple in each hand and gently kneaded it as I looked up at my mom with a provocative gaze. Mom’s eyes were hazy, as if fogged over, and a low, quivering moan escaped her lips as she stroked her hands through my hair.
Then I took a breast in my mouth and sucked on it, nibbling on the nipple with my teeth, mesmerized by the familiar sensations from my childhood.
I kissed all over mom’s breasts, then down to the lovely navel… and down again, gradually reaching the forbidden zone of life.
My hands began to undo mom’s skirt from the side, button after button. Mom panicked a little and pressed my hand. I looked at her with determined eyes, waiting for her answer. Mom gasped sharply and her breasts rose and fell with her, causing my rod to push through my pants.
Mom pulled me up, tenderly cupped my face with her hands: “Son, mom is already old, and you know what we are doing? This is socially unacceptable, do you really want to take such a risk?”
“Mom, I don’t care, all I know is that I love you with all my heart. You’re not old at all, you’re the most beautiful woman in my heart and your maturity is exactly what I want. I know it’s incest, but it’s just you and me in this house, man and woman, and everything is as it should be.”
Taking off my top, I once again took my mom in my arms and kissed her.
Our lips were glued together, mom’s bared breasts pressed against my chest, and my protuberance down there pressed against mom’s lower back; we had never been this close before. When I felt those two nipples on my chest harden and press against me, I didn’t give mom a chance to object and undid her skirt.
Mom’s short skirt that she wore to work slid down her long slender legs and landed on the edge of her black high heels, and I saw her white panties. It was my favorite color, mom’s white skin and her ethereal temperament suited the pure white color, making people feel dignified and at the same time arousing lust.
My face was pressed against my mom’s smooth thighs, the skin glistening and the muscles elastic, and I couldn’t resist kissing and licking them while running my hands over the rounded calves, which looked even sexier because of the high heels I was wearing.
Mom crossed her arms over her own breasts, experiencing my caresses. My hands slipped into Mom’s panties from behind, kneading the plump buttocks, the thumbs of both hands moving forward and sliding up the insides of her thighs.
Mom began to tremble, her hand grabbing mine at one point as if to stop me, and then letting go as if to cover her face shyly.
I picked up my mom, walked to the bed, placed her on the bed and stood myself between her legs. Taking off my pants, I finally let my long suppressed rod out. Slowly, pulling mom’s white panties down, the black jungle was right in front of me, the pink pussy quivering with shiny liquid already.
Mom’s eyes were tightly closed, her hair was loose, and she was biting her lip and gasping for breath. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and as soon as I raised my rod, I plunged it into mom’s pussy. Mom seemed to be in a bit of pain, hugged me at once and grunted, while at the moment I was in heaven. Mom may not have done it for a long time, pussy is very tight, the walls of flesh completely wrapped my rod, that warm, full feeling, is not comparable to masturbation.
I couldn’t be bothered to be gentle, and I started off with rapid thrusts that made my mom beneath me moan uncontrollably. As my mouth took in my mom’s full breasts, as my hands cupped my mom’s plump hips, and as I heard my usually demure and capable mom moaning beneath me, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
My frequency was getting faster and faster, and mom’s breasts jiggled with each impact, she tried to keep her mouth closed but still let out a moan.
I hugged my mom tightly at once, and a hot stream shot deep into her pussy, where I was conceived. I suddenly wondered if there would be a new life this time.
I lay on top of my mom, my head resting on my breasts, gasping for breath as my rod slowly softened in her pussy.
“Mom, are you okay?”
Mom opened her eyes and looked at me with a determined look, as if she had regained her usual composure.
“Son, now that we’ve had sex and mommy loves you, from now on, mommy is your woman and you’ll be the only man for mommy.”
“Mom…” I couldn’t help but embrace my mom again and give her a sweet kiss.
I wrapped one arm around my mom and rubbed the other lovingly over her flat belly as she dutifully leaned against my shoulder, her soft exhale tickling my neck.
“Mom, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I was too impulsive to be considerate just now, and I know you must not be satisfied. But…”
“But what?”
I rolled over and gave my mom my answer with my once again erect rod.
This time I slowed down, thrusting and caressing my mom’s whole body at the same time. Maybe it was because I had just cum once, it lasted longer this time. I kept changing the frequency, making mom moan louder and louder as she hugged me tightly and murmured my name in my ear.
In the final moments, I firmly pushed in deeper and deeper until Mom’s fingers gouged my back hard, until her pussy contracted with a gusto, knowing that she was helplessly leaning into my arms. Mom’s eyes were blurred, still reeling from the immense pleasure.
I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her workman’s hairstyle disheveled, her demure expression replaced by pleasure, her curves usually hidden in her suit completely naked at the moment. This was my mom, the strong, capable, sassy woman who was now obediently in my arms, letting me kiss and caress every part of her body, every bit of her privacy.
I must be in heaven right now!