tagIncest/TabooCuckolding My Father Ch. 05

Cuckolding My Father Ch. 05

byD.C. Roi©

On the second night after my affair with my mother began, I had a very busy shift at work and made several arrests. Because of all the paperwork I had to finish, I didn't get home until almost 2 a.m. I fell asleep thinking positive thoughts about what would happen when I woke up in the morning. Those fantasies, it turned out, were far less than the reality I awoke to. In fact, I awoke to movement caused by somebody getting into bed with me. I opened my eyes and saw that the "somebody" was my mother. And, to my great delight, she was totally naked.

"Good morning, Jonelle," I said.

"Mornin'" she replied. She stretched out next to me, snuggled her bare body against mine, and then she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss one lover gives another first thing in the morning, a wonderful, deep, passionate kiss.

"Wow!" I exclaimed when the kiss ended. I put my arm around her and began stroking her back lightly. I was surprised and delighted that my mother had come to my bed and was acting as if she wanted to make love with me. The hesitation and doubt I'd seen the past few days seemed to be gone.

"I could hardly stand waiting until he was gone," she said. She put a "I was awake half the night last night thinking about bein' with you again today." She took a deep breath. "I couldn't hardly wait until we could...we could make...make love again."

I kissed her and she returned the kiss. I think I've probably told you that kissing my mother is more wonderful than kissing any other woman I've known, but that's how I feel and I can't think of any other way to put it. Jonelle's lips are so soft and the feelings that go through me when we're kissing are so incredible. I can't even begin to describe what it's like. Of course having her wonderful nude body writhing against mine when we're kissing helps add to the pleasure, too.

I'd started to get hard the minute she slid into bed with me. The kisses we shared, plus the contact of her body against mine, had me completely hard in seconds. My erection, trapped between us, was sandwiched between her belly and mine.

Jonelle giggled. "Your thing's hard again," she murmured. "Is it always like that when you're around women?"

"Not 'women,'" I replied. "Just one particular woman. I've never been like this before."

My comment turned her face bright red. "You...you ain't just saying that, are you?" she asked.

"What you're feeling is action, not talk," I said. "I can't fake that."

"Ah...yeah...I...um...I guess not," she stammered. She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking and while that was going on, her face seemed to get even redder. Then she took a long, deep breath, let it out, and opened her eyes. "Would...would you...uh...if...if I was...if I said I...?" she stammered.

"What are you trying to ask me, Jonelle?" I said. I could see she found her question embarrassing, but didn't have a clue what it was?

She avoided my gaze. "I...I want to...I want to...um...see...you know...um...it," she stammered.

"You want to see my erection?" I asked.

She nodded without speaking.

"Oh...sure...no problem," I said. I pulled the covers off us and rolled onto my back. I sleep in the nude, so that left my swollen penis pointing at the ceiling. Well, all right, the angle it was at probably had it pointing at the spot where the walls and ceiling joined above the head of my bed.

Jonelle pushed herself up on one arm and gazed down my body at my erection. "I...I never looked at a...man's...um...thing...before," she murmured, without taking her eyes off it.

"It's called a penis," I said. "The way mine is now, it's an erection." I know there are people who like to use cruder expressions for their sexual organs. I'm not one of them.

Jonelle looked at my erection for a while, then she turned and smiled at me. "You have a real pretty penis," she said.

It was my turn to blush. Nobody ever told me I had a pretty penis before.

Her gaze returned to my erection. "Can...can I...uh...touch it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Go...ah...ahead...um...help...yourself." It was my turn to stammer. Today was a whole lot different than yesterday and the day before had been. Maybe admitting that she did want our affair to continue left my mother feeling more able to be an active participant.

Mother reached out and touched the shaft of my erect penis with her finger. "It's real hot," she said softly. She slid her finger upward, along one of the veins sticking out on the side of my erection. "And it's real hard, too." She turned back to me. "It isn't always hard, is it?"

"Ah...no...most...of...the time it...it isn't hard," I managed to say. She was just barely touching me, but it felt wonderful.

"And it gets hard like this because of me?"

"Oh, yeah!"

She slid her fingers up and touched the purple, arrow-shaped tip. That felt way too good. I let out a soft groan and shuddered.

Jonelle pulled her hand back. "Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"Oh, God, no!" I told her. "What you were doing feels wonderful."

"Oh, OK," Jonelle said. She turned and again began running her fingers up and down the swollen shaft jutting from my middle. She traced the flared edge of the purple head of my erection, then slid a finger over the tip. "There's something coming out of it," she said, without turning around. "Some kinda slippery stuff."

Incredible sensations were whipping through me. "Ah...yeah...uh...when I'm...ah...um...really turned on...um...like I...ah...am...now, it...um...does that," I explained. "You know...I...um...I told you about it...ah...yesterday."

"Oh, yeah, you did," Jonelle said. She leaned over me a little bit and rubbed her finger over the tip of my erection again. That drew another groan from me. I experienced more fantastic sensations when, as she moved, her hair trailed over my lower chest. I'd never anticipated how absolutely great that would feel.

"You told me one time you did this to yourself, didn't you?" Jonelle asked. She was tickling the side of my erection that faced my feet, a particularly sensitive part of my anatomy, and incredible feelings were shooting through me as a result. "When we ere talking about what I read about women playing with themselves in that stuff you gave me to read." Her fingers continued to explore my erection, sending delicious feelings shooting through me. Her actions were not very expert but I think that made them even more thrilling.

"Ah...um...yeah...I...um...do...ah...sometimes," I stammered. "But...it...when I do it doesn't...ohhh...feel as good...as...ummmm...when...ah...you....do...it."

She turned her head and looked at me. "How do you do it when you do it?" she asked.

I thought I'd anticipated every question she might ask, but I hadn't. I couldn't possibly have dreamed that I'd be lying in bed with my mother while she played with my erection and asked me about the technique I use when I masturbate. I couldn't have dreamed it, but I was living it. "Ah...I wrap my hand around it and...you know...stroke it," I croaked.

"I kinda thought it might be something like that," Jonelle said. She wrapped her hand around my erection and began stroking me.

"Oh, God!" I groaned. My body jerked. I was being masturbated by someone else for the first time in my life, that someone was my mother, and it felt way better than it ever felt when I did myself.

Jonelle heard my exclamation and felt me move and stopped, although she did keep her hand wrapped around my erection. "Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"Ah...no...it feels...incredible," I gasped. "It feels way too good, actually. If...if you keep that up, you could make me come. I'm gonna make a huge mess if that happens."

"Oh yeah?" she said. She glanced at me and smiled. "You mean if I keep doin' this..." She began sliding her hand up and down on my erection faster and faster. "...you're gonna shoot your stuff?"

"Ah...yeah...I...Oh, God! I sure am!" I moaned in reply. "Are...are you sure you...want me...to...to make a mess?"

"Go ahead," she replied. She'd gone back to staring at my erection while she stroked it. I could see the side of her face and noticed that she was a little flushed and that the tip of her tongue was jutting out from between her lips. It made me wonder if she wasn't getting a little turned on by what she was doing.

I lifted my hand and started to caress her back while she stroked me. She didn't turn her head or give me any indication she was aware of my caress. She did keep stroking me, though. My insides were churning and I was feeling better than I'd ever felt before from masturbation. If what I was experiencing was any indication, I was going to hit the ceiling when I finally did come.

Only a few seconds later, I could feel it starting to happen. "Oh...God! Oh...God! Oh...God!" I groaned. My hips were bouncing up and down, then I was coming. I had my eyes closed, but felt the first jet of my erupting fluids splattering on my belly. Mother's hand kept moving, and what she was doing was aided as my gushing fluids lubricated me. . "Oh...God! Oh...God! Oh...God!" I was feeling better than I ever dreamed it was possible to feel outside of actually making love with a woman.

Mother kept stroking me well past the time I has stopped shooting any fluids. Even though I wasn't ejaculating, it still felt incredibly good, so good it verged on being painful. She finally stopped when my penis began to soften noticeably. I could feel puddles of my warm, sticky fluids on my belly and running down my sides. I knew I should get up and get myself cleaned off, but I couldn't move. I felt the bed move, opened my eyes, and saw mother sitting there, gazing at me, with a smile on her face. "Did I do that good?" she asked.

"It was unreal," I replied. "But...but what about you?"

She continued to smile. "Stay where you are," she said. "I'll get something to clean you off." She slid over and got up, slipped on her bathrobe, and walked out of my bedroom. I'd never have expected the things that had transpired so far today. I heard water running in the bathroom, then footsteps coming down the hall and mother walked into my room carrying a washcloth and towel. She came back to the bed, sat down, and began wiping the puddles of come off me.

"Wow, that washcloth is hot," I exclaimed.

Mother giggled. "You want me to go make it cold?"

"No, actually that feels nice," I said. "How long has it been since you've washed me?"

"Long time," she said. "I useta like givin' you baths. You'd get to playin' in the water and stuff, and laughing." She finished wiping my belly and began cleaning off my penis, which was soft and lying against my belly.

"I don't remember much about that far back," I said, "but I'll take your word for it." Having her wash my penis felt good. Very good. In fact...

"Hey, your th...ah...penis is starting to get hard again," she said.

"Yeah...I guess it likes when you wash it," I told her. I gasped when she dragged the warm, wet cloth over the tip. "Oh, God," I said.

Mother had a grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling. "I get the feelin' you like my washin' you," she said. She wrapped the warm cloth around my penis, now fully erect, and began to stroke it gently. "This here feels as if you like it a lot."

"Oh, yeah, I sure do," I replied. "I don't just like it, I love it." Mother still had her robe on. I slid my hand inside the robe and, as she parted her legs, I slid it between them, and found that she was sopping wet. "Looks to me as if you like washing me, too," I commented.

Mother continued to "wash" my erection and nodded. She had a smile on her face that was a mixture of love, pleasure, and desire. She gasped softly when I slid a finger up between her labia and teased the tip of her clit. I did it again and this time her gasp was a little louder and her body jolted. We continued to tease each other a little longer, then Jonelle leaned over and kissed me. I've already mentioned how wonderful it is to kiss her, but there was a fabulous new addition to our kiss this time. When she leaned over me to kiss me, her soft hair tumbled across my face. God, did that ever feel wonderful!

While we exchanged kisses that grew more and more passionate, I slid my hand up and began toying with her breasts and nipples. The next time we paused for breath, my lover's face was flushed and she was gasping. Her huge nipples were as rigid as rocks.

"Move over...so...so I can...lay...down," she gasped. "I...I want to feel you...in...me."

"You go on top this time," I told her.

She looked puzzled. "Don't...don't know how to...do that," she panted.

"Just move so you're kneeling over my legs," I said. She did as I suggested. "Now slid up a little," I added. She did that, too. She was kneeling over me, her arms out straight, her hips were above mine and her hanging breasts were tantalizingly close to my face. I grabbed my erection. "Lower your hips slowly," I told her, and she did. Eventually I felt her warmth and slippery wetness on the tip of my erection. Her hips continued to drop and I was enveloped in the wonderful snug grip of her vaginal opening.

"Oh, yeah!" she murmured as she sank onto me. "I saw pictures of people doin' it like this in those papers you gave me. This feels good!" She pushed herself up so her body was at a right angle to mine. I slid her robe down over her shoulders and she shrugged it off.

"It sure does," I told her. As wonderful as it had been to have her caressing my erection, that was nothing compared to how it marvelous it felt being inside her. I groaned softly when I felt Jonelle's vaginal muscles contracting around my swollen penis. I thought, maybe, she was close to coming, but when I looked up, she was smiling down at me. The contractions happened again and I moaned again.

Mother chuckled. "You like that?" she asked.

"Oh, God, yes!" I groaned.

"I read how you can do that in the papers you gave me," she said. "Thought I'd see if it actually worked." She grinned. "Guess it does, huh?"

"It sure does," I told her. "That feels so good." I found the fact that my mother was being more sexually aggressive extremely exciting. As far as I was concerned, it was a good omen for the future. Mother continued to contract her vaginal muscles on me, then she leaned forward, put her hands on my shoulders, and began lifting and lowering her hips. As she leaned over me, supporting her upper body on outstretched arms, her long hair formed a kind of tent covering my face. Her breasts had swung down and her huge, rigid nipples were dangling very near my lips. I lifted my head, gently drew one nipple into my mouth, and began suckling it and lashing it with my tongue. It was my mother's turn to groan and shudder.

"God, I love when you do that to my breasts," she murmured. Her hips kept rising and falling and the contractions I felt became closer and closer together.

I switched my attention to her other breast. That caused her movements to become even more urgent and the sounds coming from her to be more impassioned.

"Oh, Jesus!" Mother groaned. "Oh, God, J.J., it's gonna happen again. I...it's gonna happen again!"

I grabbed her bottom and began shoving my hips up against hers while she ground her hips down against me. "Come for me, Jonelle," I told her. "Go ahead, darling, come for me! Don't wait."

"Uhhhh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" she moaned. Her body went into a series of undulating movements. I was clutching her buttocks and could feel her muscles tightening and loosening as her orgasm detonated. "Unnnnnnn! Ummmmmmm! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yessssss! Oh, God, yessssss! Yessssssssssss!" I groaned. I was surprised to feel my hot fluids bubbling up and jetting into my mother's vibrating body once more. I'd never had two orgasms in one love-making session before.

Mother lowered herself so she was lying against me while our bodies continued to writhe and we labored against each other for a little longer. As our passion began to calm, our movements did, too. Eventually we laid still. Even then I could feel her vaginal walls making small spasms around my softening penis.

Mother was lying with her head buried in my neck. I felt her take a deep breath. "Lord, J.J. I needed that so bad," she whispered. "You always make me feel so good."

I began to trail my fingers up and down her back and felt her shudder against me. "You deserve to feel good," I told her. "You went far too long without knowing how good it's possible for a woman to feel."

"You got that right," she said. I felt her kiss my neck gently. "I wonder why my momma never told me nothin' about this. Or one of my sisters."

"Maybe they didn't know," I ventured. My penis, continuing to soften, slid out of her.

"Oh, darn, you ain't in me no more," Mother murmured. "It tickles when you come out of me like that."

"There are times I wish I never had to come out of you," I told her. "I love you."

"I love you, too, J.J.," she replied. "You're my baby. My only baby."

"It's more than that," I said. "I love you the way a man loves his woman. I think, maybe, I always have."

"Oh," Mother said. She laid there, quiet, for quite a while. Then she pushed herself up so she could look down at me. "I love you that way, too, J.J.," she said. "I know it probably ain't right, but I do." She lowered her face to mine and we kissed, deeply and tenderly. When the kiss ended, she pushed herself up and we looked at each other lovingly for what seemed like a terribly long time. I think that was the first time I realized my mother wasn't just attractive, she was lovely.

"I gotta get up and clean myself up," she said after a bit. "And I gotta get busy. I have lots of stuff I need to get done."

Her comment seemed to break the spell that had formed between us. She slid off me, got out of bed and slipped her bathrobe back on. Then she leaned over and kissed me. "You got me all messy," she said, grinning at me. "Now I gotta take another bath."

"You complaining?" I asked.

Mother blushed and shook her head. "You know I ain't."

"OK," I said. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied. She turned and walked out of my bedroom.

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