First Valentines Day After...

First Valentines Day After Tim's Eighteenth Birthday

Tim, the eighteen year old horny teenager awoke slowly after a good night sleep and as he did, his hand found his boyhood. As usual, it was swollen and hard with morning erection of a horny teenager. He began to slowly stroke his hard, throbbing penis as he wondered what the day would bring. It is his first Valentine after his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for this Valentine Day, but he could not imagine what it could be.

But just the thought of his mother made his cock lurch threateningly. He had recently begun to have some very indecent thoughts about his own mother. He felt appalled that he could even think about her in the way he was thinking, but he just could not help it.

As he lay there thinking about his mother, Andrea, his hand began to move up and down his cock faster. He and his mother had lived alone since his father's death six years ago and Tim realised himself finding her more and more attractive as time passed.

He did not know why, but he was always imagining what she would look like naked. Maybe the fact that she was beautiful and had a stunning body contributed to his delinquency, but he still knew that he should not be having such evil thoughts about his own mother. While his mother was forty-three years old, she was better looking than any thirty year old in the neighbourhood. In fact, in his eyes, she was by far the best looking woman in town. Still, he knew that he was disturbed for thinking about his mother in that way, especially while he was beating his hard prick.

Still, he could not stop himself from wondering what she would look like without clothes. He had caught glimpses of her in various stages of undress, but never totally nude. When she wore her skimpy one piece bathing suit, he could barely keep his eyes off her lovely, plump derriere. She had the best looking butt ever. Every time she wore a tight body hugging dress, he would nearly cum in his pants watching her clearly visible panty-line on her jutting tight butt. God, what an ass she got, he thought to himself as his hand worked faster and faster.

Then his thoughts drift back the night when his mother had just returned home from a dinner party. He was going to bed so he had stopped by her room to tell her good night. Seeing that her door was slightly ajar, he had peeked inside. He had seen his mother sitting on the edge of her bed pulling her pantyhose down her long, curvaceous legs. Initially, she had not noticed him standing there and within moments, she was naked from the waist down. The only thing between her and complete nudity was her frilly, lacy half-bra. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing and felt himself growing so hard, his cock was beginning to ache as he stood there watching her. He had even been able to see her cleanly shaven pubic-mound below her tight, taut underbelly. Then she had started to reach behind her and release her bra. Watching on expectantly, he had waited feverishly for her to pop her bra. Staring at her long, hard nipples, pink and puffy sticking out over the top of her brassiere, he waited. Then, for some reason, she had looked over to the door. He recalled that neither of them had moved for several moments as they stared at each other. Then finally, she had blushed and pulled her dress up over her nakedness. He remembered being embarrassed beyond belief as he had rushed back to his room without even telling her goodnight. Once there, he had promptly masturbated with the picture of her velvety buttocks in his mind. Thankfully, she had not said anything the next day. But after that first time, he had found himself trying harder and harder to catch her in compromising stages of undress. Strangely, it seemed easier to catch glimpses of her nakedness than before the incident. For whatever reason, she seemed to be less concerned about him seeing her than before the incident. Thinking about her, he kept sliding his hand up and down his stiff prick. Sometimes, his mother would catch him looking at her and she would smile faintly and blush.

Tim could feel himself gradually approaching the point of no return as he lay in bed thinking about his mother. As he began to move his hand quicker and quicker, he suddenly became aware of the smell of bacon in the air. That would mean that his mother was downstairs preparing breakfast for them. Suddenly, his mind was filled with a perverted picture of his mother cooking breakfast in a naughty, frilly corset. In his mind, he pictured her bending over with her beautiful, bare breasts hanging out the corset. Although he had never seen her breasts completely naked, he could imagine how wonderful they would look, big, soft and creamy in colour. He could even see where the whiteness ended and her tanned skin began. He felt a tingle of perverse excitement trickle through his cock as this erotic fantasy filled his head. Dangerously close to cumming, he felt his cock harden even more.

Wanting to prolong the delicious feeling of wickedness, he stopped stroking himself. Holding his cock in his hand, he closed his eyes and let the image of his mother gleam through his mind. The image in his mind seemed almost real as he watched her buttocks bobbed and wobbled as she walked. In his mind, he had dressed her in a racy pair of beige, fishnet hose and matching high heel pumps to go with her beige corset. He could not believe how stunning she was as she moved about the kitchen preparing his breakfast, swaying that beautiful ass.

Then, he thought he felt a faint, almost indistinguishable puff of air flow over his throbbing cock. If he had not been so aroused and sensitive, he would not have noticed the breeze. Wondering if he had left his window open, he slowly opened his eyes and started to turn toward the window.

Before he could turn, he saw his mother standing in his doorway holding a tray with his breakfast on it.

"Oh, Shit," he gasped shoving his throbbing cock under his covers.

His whole body turned beet red as he stared at his mother standing in the doorway with a astonished look on her face.

"God, Mom, I'm sorry," he blubbered out, "I didn't know you were there."

"Uhhhhhh," she said, clearing her throat, "It's my fault coming in without knocking."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled timidly.

"Well, uh, Happy Valentine's Day darling," she greeted him, a curious little smile delicately playing over her mouth, "I thought you would like breakfast before I gave you your present, but maybe not......"

"Uh, What, uh......." Tim stammer, confused by her sudden appearance. He did not speak, but he watched as she slowly approached his bed. Although it was early in the morning, she had taken the time to put on a light make-up. Disappointedly, he noted that she was wearing her old terry-cloth house robe. It was thick terry cloth with long sleeves and covered her from neck to knees with its sexy-less plainness. It was definitely not the costume that he had pictured her wearing.

"But, since I brought it up here," she said stopping by his bed and leaning down, "you might as well eat it while I tell you about your Valentine's gift."

She placed the tray of food down squarely on his hidden hardness. It seemed to Tim that she had pressed it down on him a little harder than necessary, but maybe his overactive thoughts were working overtime.

He quickly started eating to hide his shame and prevent himself from having to respond to anything she had to say.

"I really don't know where to begin," she said softly, blushing slightly.

"I thought long and hard," she went on as she watched him eat, "about a Valentine's Day present after your eighteenth birthday. You have just about everything that money can buy. Your father left us very well off, financially, so I have been able to give you almost everything you could want in that realm. But then I asked myself what I could get you that money couldn't buy, something that no one else would give you. And, finally something you wanted very much."

Pausing for a moment, she nervously toyed with the top button of her robe as she seemed to be gathering her thoughts.

Wondering what she could be getting at, Tim continued to eat. What could she give him that money could not buy? What would no one else give him? What did her really want? In his present aroused state, he briefly considered something very vulgar, but quickly dismissed it from his mind as he blushed again.

It was several seconds before Andrea continued.

"I finally decided what I would give you, and this is the perfect opportunity for me to give you that gift," she blushed again, "I wonder if I can go through with it."

Hesitating again, she nervously slipped the button through the button hole of her robe. Then her hand moved down to the next button.

Tim had almost finished his breakfast as he watched her, wondering if she realised what she was doing. It seemed to be just a nervous gesture, but she had unbuttoned the top button.

"I've watched my baby grow and mature," she told him, "and I've noticed the way that you've looked at me recently. I realise that you are eighteen and that your hormones are going full blast all of the time. I also know that boys your age fantasize about their mothers."

Turning bright red again, Tim felt a wave of embarrassment and humiliation wash over him as she seemed to be reading his mind. How could she know? Maybe he had been too obvious. He wished he had a hole to crawl in as she sat looking at him harmlessly. She was such a sweet and wonderful lady, how could he even think such gross and despicable thoughts about her. He was ashamed of even imagining her doing anything sexually. Why did he think such things about her when he knew he could never do any thing to hurt her? He was almost in tears, penalising himself for having such perverse, immoral thoughts about her.

But, even as he rebuked himself, he caught a whiff of her soft, seductive perfume and felt his penis lurch uncontrollably. Thankfully, the tray covered him and his mother had not seen his cock jump. He was horrible, he thought to himself. He hated himself for being unable to control his animal urges in front of his dear, sweet mother.

"It is only natural for a boy to imagine such things," she said slowly, "while on the other hand, we both know how wrong it would be to even think about anything so morally wrong. So wrong, we could go to jail for it."

"While boys fantasise about their mothers, mothers can have feelings too. Especially, if a mother lives all alone with her son and if a mother doesn't have other men in her life." she said, her voice cracking with emotion, "There is no stronger love in the world than that of a mother for her child. Do you know that?"

"Uh, I, uh, don't, uh, know....." he blabbered awkwardly, growing more and more embarrassed by the minute.

"So when I started thinking about this special day," she went on, sliding the second button through its hole, "I wanted to give you something that would show you just how much I love you and care for you. And just as important, I wanted to be with you when you left childhood and move across into the mysterious domain of manhood."

"Then I had a crazy idea, but I didn't know if I dared to follow through on it," she smiled down at him lovingly. "I started reading books on the rites of passages in many different cultures, and I discovered that my idea wasn't that uncommon."

Stopping for a moment, she took a deep breath before continuing.

"I found that my gifts were gifts that many mothers give their sons," she said, her voice becoming husky and trembling with emotion, "except that it is not done in our society. But I felt that you were mature enough to understand what I was giving to you. I thought you would be man enough to accept it, and have the discipline to understand its true meaning. I am going to offer it to you. It is up to you to accept it or decline it. I just hope that you realise how much it takes for me to offer this gift to you. I am prepared to give you the most sacred gift a mother has to offer her son. I laboured over my decision for many a sleepless night, but finally after several months; I am convinced that they are the right gifts."

Stupidly, Tim was puzzled by the formality of his mother's explanation. He thought he could understand some of her intimation, but he wasn't totally sure as he finished his breakfast and set the tray down on the floor by the bed. After he had done so, he wished he had not because his hard, swollen maleness was now obviously evident under the thinness of the sheet.

"I hope that you know just how much I love my baby boy," his mother started again, toying with yet another button on her robe, "and that I would never do anything to destroy that love. The gifts I offer go hand in hand. If you accept one, then you have to accept the other. It is up to you to accept or reject. But you must remember that you can't have one without the other. You must understand that. Do you understand that it is up to you to take it or reject it? Whatever you decide, you must remember that there is a second part of the gift and you must have the discipline to accept it. Discipline is one of the first things you must learn as a man. Do you understand?"

"Uh, I, uh, think so" Tim stumble, beginning to understand the severity of her concern.

"Then if you are sure you understand the magnitude of my concern, I offer myself to you as your Valentine's day gift my baby," she said dramatically. As she spoke, she stood up and let her robe fall to the floor.

Tim could not believe what he saw. His mother now stood before him dressed almost identically to the way he had pictured her in his mind earlier that morning. She wore a similar beige corset he had imagined her wearing in his fantasy. It was made out of shiny, satin with lacy garter straps on the bottom and lacy, uplifting cups at the top. The half-cupped brassiere uplifted her firm, soft, creamy breasts beautifully leaving her hard, puffy nipples peeking out over the top. "Oh, MY GOD," he exclaimed as he felt his cock jerk and spring up under the sheet and his eyes swept over his mother's beautiful body.

Her long, lovely legs were encased in sheer, black fishnet hose, just as he had imagined it. Then he suddenly felt light-headed as he stared down at the smooth, slightly puffed out, exposed underbelly.

"I wanted to be the one to lead you from childhood into manhood," she whispered softly, "if you want me to. Do You?"

"OH, GOD YES MOM," he groaned out, as his eager cock bobbed up and down uncontrollably under the sheet.

"Thank God," she gushed, leaning down she slid her hands under the sheet and then he felt her fingers round his penis.

She gasped and murmured, "My God, you really are a big boy, let me see," and quickly pulled the sheet back off of him.

Tim watched on in disbelief and panic as his mother stood looking down at his exposed manhood in wonder and shock. He heard her intake of breath, then, "Oh yes...yes...darling...so...big...so big...," she cooed, "you are so beautiful and hard and big."

"A-am I?"

"Yes, you are, darling, bigger than your Dad and so nice and hard, so I think we ought to do something about it, don't you?"

She gave him no time to reply, and started to masturbate him, slowing manipulating his foreskin over the head of his penis.

"I think you're going to come very quickly," she said teasingly, "and we don't want to waste all that lovely sperm, do we."

"Der...d-d-don't we...ah...ah...oh..."

After staring for a few moments, she shook her head and crawled up onto his bed.

"I must confess that I want you as badly as you want me," she gushed out as she lay down beside him, "and I don't know what I would have done if my baby had turned me down."

Rolling over onto her back, Andrea quickly spread her long, enchanting legs apart making herself ready for him.

"Take me," she panted, "take me, my son, take your horny mother and I'll show you the many, many ways of love."

Tim boldly clambered up to his hands and knees. His hard cock slashed back and forth wickedly as he struggled up between her beautifully spread legs. As he staggered above her, he saw her hand reach down to his throbbing cock. Taking hold of his bobbing, dancing maleness, she gasped at its size and youth-ness as it hovered above her wet, waiting woman-pit.

"Oh, Baby, I just hope I can take all of your boy-cock," she wheezed, pushing the deep red cockhead down toward her gaping womanhood.

"Oh, God, I want You, Mom," Tim moaned as he felt his cockhead brush up against the soft, wet heat of his mother's femininity.

"Oh, Yes, I want You, too, Baby, I want my baby's young cock in Mommy's hungry pussy," she panted as she stroked his big, rubbery cockhead up and down the wet, drooling furrow of her cunt.

Already on the edge, Tim was barely able to keep from exploding as he pushed himself down at her. Almost immediately, he felt his cockhead slide down into the incredible heat of the seething cavern of her forbidden flesh. It felt like he had thrust his cock into a vat of boiling juices as it slid deeper and deeper into her clutching sheath. He knew that they would both be struck dead at any moment for committing such a sin.

"OH BABY," Andrea gasped as she felt his hard penis slide inside of her, forcing her vagina to stretch and dilate to accommodate his hugeness.

The overwhelming magnitude of what he was doing suddenly descended upon him like a ton of bricks. As the totality of their incestuous union became reality, the soft, sucking pull of his mother's velvety vagina became too much for Tim. Unable to restrain himself another second longer, he drove the entire length of his long cock down into waiting softness of his mother's wonderful cunt with one powerful thrust.

"OH FUCK ITS SO BIG...," she blurted as his hot hardness cut her all the way to the quick.

As she took his full length into her she smiled up at him and said in a slightly shaky voice, "A lovely tight fit, isn't it? I wasn't sure I could take all of you."

"You're so tight," Tim moaned as his hips began to move back and forth on their own.

"Oh Tim," she whispered, lustily looking at him and smiling, "You're stretching Mommy out with that monster baby."

Then she instinctively placed her hands on his hips, dragging him down as she, suddenly losing her previous authoritative tone, started to whimper, "Deeper...deeper darling."

The instant his belly slapped down onto hers, his great cock exploded inside of her with the force of a fire-hose. The iron hard cock jerked powerfully and spewed out a huge stream of thick, white, hot boy-cream deep inside of her clutching pussy. "OH YOUR CUMMING IN ME BABY...," she screamed out, kicking her legs up and driving her heels into her son's ass, forcing him even deeper into the hot, pulling hollow of her vagina.

Then, her son's prick erupted inside of her again and she felt her own orgasm begin, down deep inside of her drenched cunt. As it grew and gained in momentum, her son's cock continued to jerk and spurt thick, hot, jets of his burning, clinging cum into her ravenous cunt. The spasms wracking her body became stronger and stronger as wave after wave of animalistic pleasure washed over her. Never had either of them felt such passion and pleasure.

Like two rutting wild animals, they writhed and fought, clinging together in some primitive ritual of death. Yet, as their bodies clashed together, the only thing to die was their innocence. On and on they battled, both of them gasping and groaning until at last their bodies could take no more. Suddenly they collapsed down onto the bed in a heap of wet, sweating flesh.

Tim awoke slowly for the second time on his birthday. As he slowly laboured back to reality, he could feel something hot and wet enveloping his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down and found his mother lying between his outstretched legs, greedily sucking on his cock. Watching her head bob and dance around his cock, he felt himself rapidly growing hard again.