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Click hereWas it gratitude for what she had let me do with her that had brought about this change in me, or was it in the hope that my action would reap future reward?
She didn't drink her tea - at least, not right away.
Saying, "I'm sticky and uncomfortable," she hurried from the room to return a few minutes latter wearing an odd pair of track suit trousers. I must have thumped a lot of sperm into her.
She was just in time for me to dish up the food.
We both ate voraciously, as if having gratified one sort of hunger we had released yet another.
"We shouldn't have done that," mum said through a mouthful of egg.
"What?" I asked, pretending not to understand, "You mean we shouldn't have cooked and made tea?"
"You're just being stupid, you know what I mean; we shouldn't have made love."
"There you are, you said it," I responded, cutting the rind off a slice of bacon, "We 'made love,' and it says in the bible we should love our neighbour, and you're my nearest neighbour, so I love you; and look at what a wonderful appetite its given us."
"You know the bible doesn't mean that and..."
"No, but it should," I quipped.
"The trouble is," she said thoughtfully, wiping a smear of egg from her chin, "once you start something like this and you like it, it's hard to stop."
I picked out a piece of bacon from where it had become lodged between my teeth and replied, "Who said anything about stopping."
She looked across at me earnestly.
"You...you don't want to stop?"
I looked back at her with equal intensity and said, "No, I don't want it to stop."
"You do realise I'm a one man woman, and I expect my man to be a one woman man, don't you?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"No more widow?"
"No more widow, she's got enough in tow anyway."
Mother looked coy as she asked, "But you will do some of the things you've done with her, with me, won't you?"
"No point in wasting good training," I replied, "we'll do all of them and anything else we can think of."
"Let's hurry up and finish eating and then we can have a shower and start getting inventive, darling."
It was only when I sucked on those ripe pink nipples of hers, and felt her wet squishy sex organ descend on my mouth that I discovered mother was a lot tastier than the widow. I'd never really liked it when I had raised my head from the widow's genitalia and the lower half of it was covered in her juice. With mother it was a joy to be soaked with her fluid, especially when she licked it off.
In due course the inevitable happened, and mother announced she was pregnant. That was a bit stomach churning at first, but seeing how happy she was about it, I started to enjoy it too.
She gave birth to a daughter, and in fact I expect to get a visit from her in a couple of day's time. She works as an air hostess on overseas flights, and always comes to see me when she's in town.
Since I told mother that I'd never tell, you might be wondering why I'm writing this. Mother died two years ago (From soon after we started to be lovers I never called her mother, but I won't reveal her name). We were together for nearly fifty five years, and for many of those years we remained ardent lovers. When finally her health declined I became her carer and loved her to the end and beyond.
Since she is now dead I feel free to write something of how we became lovers, and to make the point that not all incest is negative.
I am in my sixties now, and although I could still engage in sexual activity, I don't really have the inclination. She was the great love of my life, and so it will remain to the end.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the Taylor mum and son.
- COMMENTS
alo0ozabout 4 years agoi really disliked how the boy was fucking another woman
doug_noughtalmost 7 years agoAnother outstanding story from Moondrift... I am so jealous of the way you are able to effortlessly incorporate humor in the conversations between the mom and the son... you're one of the best writers on Lit. Thanks as always.
Anonymousover 10 years agoBetween mother and son...but you took it too far...we didn't need the last bit about her death....and where did the air hostess bit spring from...it explained nothing and a pointless part of the story....like they say...vice is nice but incest is best...
leathercatsuitgirlalmost 11 years agoYou spoilt an otherwise lovely story by telling us that your mum is now dead & you are now 6000 years old (yes I meant that) - just spoiled the whole atmosphere of the tale - for that reason I am refraining from scoring - without the last few paragraphs I would have scored you five stars
Sarah Leather, London England
Anonymousabout 12 years agoA very good outline for a M/S love story but the description of the sex was a bit stingy and I'd have liked to read a whole lot more of what happened along the way than just (wtf?) one kitchen table ejaculation. There's so much more that could have been told.
Shame on you for leaving us hanging.
Anonymousover 12 years agoI must have read this terrific story of real hot motherfucking at least a dozen times, but it never fails to satisfy. It's the story every red-blooded boy wishes were his. Face it, whether he admits it to himself or not, every boy likes to think about his mother's cunt. It's his own birth canal, for fuck's sake! He dreams of what it would feel like gently fingering it, or sticking a few fingers up inside it, or best of all sticking his stiff young prick way up his mother's mommy-cunt and just emptying his hot young balls up where he was once a baby. In the story young Ben fucks his mom real good and hard. When she says she feels all sticky, the young motherfucker thinks, "I must have thumped a lot of sperm into her." Just imagine the sense of pride and achievement a boy must feel knowing that he's given his mother a twatful of creamy sperm straight from his own young balls! It makes a boy prouder than ever of what he's got swinging between his legs. That his mother LOVES her boy's creamy gift makes the boy glow and tingle all over. It's the best favor a mother can ever do for her boy, spreading her legs wide and opening up her cunt for him to thump lots and lots of sperm up his own birth canal, again and again. Every day, more and more mothers are coming to look on it as their chief duty towards their grown-up son---to make their boy a self-confident, poised, and REAL happy young motherfucker.
Anonymousover 13 years agostory is well but sex between them should be last more. and mothers nudity should be describe more passionately because mothers nudity(complete naked) is too important in a mom son incest story you should know that, you are one of the best mother son writer just describe sex and nudity more passionately.
NellaBarely2over 13 years agoA great presentation of a common situation that must happen more often behind closed doors where true love should be. Unfortunately, it's hard to hide such joy, and that shouldn't have to be the proper thing. I am thankful to finally find this quality of writing again. It deserves it own category - LOVING FAMILY. "incest" doesn't give it the glory it deserves The writer proves the characters have "developed and matured" into real people with real feelings; with a believable results. You have my support and will be one of my favorite authors near the top.
In the '60s I never thought it possible! Now at 65 I've been asked IF I ever thought of my loving mother? Living in a small "bedroom" community it wasn't mentioned openly so it didn't seem likely even when this college kid would have appreciated an experienced teacher - a loving Mom.
Your.story would have been all the stimulation I needed to make a move by showing my Mom how much I desired her affection. I knew she had many lonely times with a husband who travelled, and with 5 children, I knew she had the experience to show me how. I didn't have enough courage to let my true feelings out. I'm glad your Ben could make the right moves.
