My Mom Was a Prude

I had to wonder, during that brief pause, how much and for how long, I'd regret this morning. Butt, much like seeing a ten dollar bill fall out of someone's pocket, as they get a car and drive away... I thought that this moment is mine! Right now! I'll deal with my conscience and the consequences later, when I'm all alone.

I moved a half-step back, raised my hands, and very lightly and gently, slowly pulled the straps to the edge of her shoulders. I could have just let them drop, permitting the bra to fall to the floor. Butt, something told me that that would not be right. So, I continued to hold them as I eased them down her arms and over her hands, 'til at last... I held the bra in my hands at slowly put in on the sink behind her. During all this removal process, I intentionally did not look directly at her breasts. I wanted to wait until they were totally free from any encumbrance.

I almost felt too much guilt, as my eyes went to her blank stare. I could tell how much this was hurting her. My anxiety and desires, over-ruled my guilt. Like later in life... when, for many years... my little head did the thinking for my big head.

I lowered my eyes and was in awe, at what they saw. It would be easy for me to say that, these were the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen. Butt, aside from the pix in National Geographic, these were the ONLY tits I had ever seen. However, reflecting back, I can truthfully say that Mom's were tits were in the upper 5% of all I've ever laid eyes on.... and, believe me, I've seen MANY!!!!

There are a lot of different tit preferences among men (and women, too, I suppose). Pert tits that stick straight out, or slightly upward, are very nice... hell, all tits are nice!!! Butt, I simply adore a pair of nice hooters that have a little sag to them. Mom had a truly beautiful set.... big (not huge) and so round... with just the right amount of sag... so gorgeous, that it took every bit of will-power I could summon forth, not to just dive right down and take one into my mouth. The aureoles were the size of silver dollars... and in the middle were here nipples... which seemed to be getting bigger and harder... as I looked at them.

I couldn't help butt notice, that Mom's chest was rising and falling with slowly increasing rapidity. It seemed to me that, for whatever reason, her heart was beating almost as rapidly as mine.

"Mom, m-m-may I t-touch them, p-p-p-please???"

She licked her lips, swallowed, and said in an almost inaudible voice...

"If you think you MUST. If it will get rid of this absurd curiosity of yours... yes, you may touch them."

Mesmerized by their splendor, I reached out with both hands... and at first just cupped underneath them, gently hefting them, my fingers telling me of their sponginess and weight. Gradually I began gently caressing them in their entirety.

I slowly moved by body so that I felt the commode behind me, and started to sit down. Butt, Mom finally broke her blank stare, and said in a firm, butt husky voice...

"Before you I let you look at the rest of me, I'd better call your father and tell him I've been delayed... and that I have a stop to make on the way. Then, I don't think the bathroom is the most appropriate place for this. Really, needless to say, you know I don't think any of this is at all appropriate. Butt, somehow, if I have to display myself for you, I'd rather it be somewhere else beside the bathroom."

Her modesty gained momentary control, as she plucked her robe from behind the door, and walked out of the bathroom. My heart sank to my feet with a thud, as I followed her into the living room, where she picked up the phone to call Dad. She took a few deep breaths, then dialed the number. Without so much as giving me a glance, she told him that she wasn't feeling well, and that she was going to take a couple of aspirin and lie down for awhile. She said she'd probably be in later.

Still without even acknowledging my existence, she turned and headed toward her bedroom. I just stood there... pondering what was to happen next. Why did she ignore me? Had her puritanical conscience taken over? Was she EVER even going to speak to me again?

She paused at the bedroom door, and without turning around, said...

"Well, Buddy, are you coming, or have your good senses finally returned?"

My heart began to rise from the floor, and it's rapid beat returned, as I walked toward her. She, then decided that it would be best if she put the chains on the front and back doors, in the unlikely event that Dad would come home for some reason. She was back at the bedroom door in under a minute, butt was still wearing a cold expression on her face. If my desires had not been so fervent (and my cock so hard), the coldness of her features would have caused me to abandon my quest.

Mom moved past me , and into the bedroom, where she stopped a couple of feet from the foot of the bed. A semblance of her blank stare returned, as I followed her. When I was within a foot of her, she slowly untied the belt of the robe and shrugged it off, standing as she was in the bathroom... naked from the waist up, with only half-slip and panties on.

"Lets' get THIS over with. It is so damn perverted that it's making me sick to my stomach, Buddy. I hope you're going to be SATISFIED!"

Once again, she spat the last word out at me. For the first time, I noticed her eyes lower, just for a second, and come to rest on my bulging crotch. She quickly looked back up.

"MY GOD! You really ARE sick, Buddy! I can't believe that you are so deranged, that you have an erection from looking at your MOTHER!!! Now, I know I might be ill. Hurry up, will you... get your LOOK, and be done with it!"

"And TOUCH, Mom. Remember, you said I could touch?"

"Oh, all right! If that's what it takes to get you over this... then, yes, you can touch, too! Butt, for God's sake... hurry up, before I change my mind."

I reached out, as before, and hefted her healthy breasts, then turned us both around, so that my legs were against the foot of the bed. I slowly sat down, and by my pulling gently on her tits, she moved the step it took for her to be right in front of me.

Those magnificent globes were within inches of my face, as resumed caressing them. My voice was shaky as I found it hard to speak...

"Mom, many years ago, I must have sucked on your breasts. Did I?"

"Yes, Buddy. You did. What about it?"

"I was just wondering if I might.... well... I mean.... would it hurt for me to..... I mean, could I s-s-suck on them just once, now?"

She looked down at me as I was caressing them so lovingly... and I swear, that I heard a big intake of air from her, and her breathing became more rapid again.

One of her hands found its way into my hair, and, again, in that husky voice...

"NO, Buddy... it would NOT be all right. I told you in the bathroom... I'm human, too. I have feelings too. And I reject those feelings, as wrong. I said you could look, and I said you could touch. Butt, I will not have you dragging this thing even deeper into the gutter. You must realize, Buddy, that a woman's breasts are sensitive. I cannot have you stimulating feelings that I have to reject as wrong! So, get on with your looking and touching, and get it over with."

I dunno... I just could not control my next instinct. I mean here I was, with these succulent mounds, huge aureoles, and hard nipples, about eight inches from my face. Shit!!! I'm only human, too!

"OH, MOM.... THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL.... I JUST CAN'T HELP IT!"

With that, I put my arms around her hips... with both hands, grabbed a handful of ass-cheek, and quickly leaned forward. I wanted to just kiss her right breast. Butt, I knew that she'd try to pull back, and that may end the episode altogether... so I opened my mouth wide... and took as much of the ripe fruit into my mouth as it could hold.

Mom had a very sharp and abrupt intake of air... tried to push me away, and screamed...

"NO! NO! NO! Buddy!!! I said you can't do that! STOP IT! STOP IT, RIGHT NOW! This has gone as far as it's going to. IT'S OVER. STOP IT!"

The only thing wrong with those words, were her actions. The whole time she was delivering this tirade, her hand had tightened on my head... and was actually pull in head even closer to her.

My tongue then went to work. I had no idea how a man is supposed to suck a woman's tittie, I could just did what my senses wanted me to do. And that was to suck, and suck, and suck. To swirl my tongue around those gigantic aureoles... and to flick back and forth, and around her turgid nipples.

My hands tightened on the cheeks of her ass... then, very slowly, grasped both sides of the band of her half-slip, and lowered it over her hips... 'til it fell around her ankles. Then I distinctly heard a low moan coming from her mouth.

"OH GOD! NO, NO, NO, NO, this can't be happening. OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

My Mom.. like all other women... had TWO wondrous breasts.... and I wanted to taste the other one too. So, reluctantly, I withdrew my mouth from her right one... with full intentions of duplicating my attention on the left one.

However, Mom used the hand on my head, to suddenly push my face away a few inches.....

"BUDDY! Listen to me! You've got to listen to me, a moment!"

She made no attempt to disengage her ass from my groping hands, though. If anything, she was actually squirming, just a little bit, in my grasp. I couldn't fucking believe this. It was.... as if she were actually... ENJOYING it! No, no, that couldn't be true. Mom was such a .... a ... PRUDE!

Almost in a state of total breathlessness, I said....

"What Mom??"

"First, Buddy... I want you to take of my panties. I mean, just take them off! That doesn't mean to grope and feel.. it means for you to just take them off. Do you understand? I want you to get your LOOK, and then I want to tell you something. Okay? Do you understand?"

I looked up into her eyes, and nodded. Then using the same method as on the half-slip, I lowered her panties over her delectable ass and hips, so that they joined the slip.. at her feet. While the panties were on their way down, I could have sworn that they were wet where the legs met. My God! Had Mom peed in her panties?? That's the only way they could have gotten wet, I thought.

Then, the ultimate sight was just below my eye-level. A beautiful brown forest at the apex of her thighs... with a strange, butt very pleasant, aroma. I saw a hint of glistening in the lower hairs... it looked as if they were damp. Butt, the smell that filled my nostrils, wasn't the smell of pee! What could the wetness be, then?

"Okay, Buddy, now you can look. Butt, promise me not to touch me, while I talk to you. Okay? I'll stand right here, like I am, butt don't touch me while I talk."

I looked up into her face... and saw a very serious expression. So I nodded my agreement. What the hell. Why not? At least I could enjoy the sight and smell in front of me while she talked. So, I put my hands in my lap. One hand encircled the bulge in my pants... and tried to rearrange it, 'cause it was very uncomfortable the way it was positioned.

Mom noticed my discomfort, and without even a trace of a smile, said...

"I wish you'd STOP that damn squirming around. I know what your problem is, and if you want to fix yourself, then go ahead and do it! If you have to take IT out... then do that! Butt, please be still. It's not easy for me to talk about this with my own SON!"

I couldn't fucking-believe that she had talked about "it"! Did I hear her right? Did she say I could take it out? Well, she didn't have to tell me twice. I undid the belt and the buttons to my trousers... reached in and guided my hard cock through the slit in my boxer shorts (I haven't worn boxer shorts in decades.. preferring jockey shorts, instead, now).

Mom stood still, right in front of me, as she had said she would. Her expression didn't change, butt, I noticed her eyes watching as I freed my cock from the material. All six inches of it sprang out and stood at attention. Little shiny droplets were coming from my pee-hole. One had encircled it, butt, Mom said she'd prefer I didn't do that. she said she'd rather I just sit still.

Her eyes were still fixed on my shaft, as she began talking....

"Buddy, I really don't know how to tell you.. butt I'm going to just start talking."

I guess this was a unique situation, because when people talk... they're supposed to make eye contact, right? Neither of us were looking at each others' eyes though. She continued to look at my cock, and I alternated between gazing at her luscious melons.... and the forest between her legs. God, I hoped I'd be able to look at her naked ass, before she called a halt to the proceedings.

"Buddy, I was brought up in a very strict atmosphere. Sex was, and still is, a very dirty word for me. Butt, I told you before, I am a very human person, with very human feelings, and emotions. It has become very easy for me to put them out of my mind, most of the time.

Your father has never had much of a sexual appetite, which was all right with me. In fact, for him to want sex about once every month or two, is about par for the course. There are times when I get these strangest feelings and urges, that I can't really explain. Butt, up to now, I've been able suppress them. There are so many things in this life that are a lot more important than sex. In my opinion, sex is just not necessary to live a full life.

Now, as I said a few minutes ago... when you asked if you could put your mouth to my breasts... I have very sensitive breasts. I've always been very successful at not thinking about them too much. Until this morning! I don't know how to put into words, the feeling I had, when you removed my bra, and just looked at my bare breasts! These were the strongest sensations I've had since I can remember. When you put your hands on my behind, these same sensations became even stronger.

Don't ask me to explain or describe the sensations, because I can't, and I wouldn't if I could... because they are wrong, Buddy!

Then when you wanted to put your mouth on them, and I said, 'No', and you did it anyway... the feeling was a tremendous URGE. All my life... my idea of sex... has been to get it over with as soon as possible. So, I really wanted it over, before all these sensations could really become apparent. In all fairness, Buddy, you built a fire, this morning... one that's never burned with this much flame before. Butt, I must tell you, that after you get your "look", it's over. Do you understand that, Buddy??? OVER! NEVER AGAIN, BUDDY! NEVER!

I'm going to end this little talk, by saying that I want you, Buddy! I have never, ever, had this kind of urge before. I want what is right there between your legs. To be honest with you, I've never had my mouth anywhere near one of those. Butt, this morning, I have the urge to....... well never mind! I want your lips and hands everywhere on my body. Yes, I even WANT you to suck my breasts! I can't believe I'm saying all of this to you. Butt, Buddy, these things WILL NOT HAPPEN!!! THEY CAN NOT HAPPEN!!! THEY ARE WRONG FOR EITHER, OR BOTH OF US, TO HAVE! Even if we weren't mother and son, I believe they are wrong. Butt, especially since we ARE mother and son! These thoughts that we've both had this morning, are incestuous. These thoughts are totally unacceptable anywhere and everywhere. My God, Buddy, I could go to jail, if anyone even KNEW the thoughts I've had this morning.

That's all I have to say, Buddy. Just to repeat one thing again, though. This will NOT go any farther than another few seconds of looking. And that will have to suffice..................... for both of us!"

I had been right... that little talk confirmed my theory that she had been enjoying it.... and those last four words added the exclamation point. I noticed that she had not taken her gaze away from my cock, the whole time she was talking. She now raised her eyes, so that they met mine. It was then, that I noticed that moisture was beginning to form around the corner of her eyes.

The next thing she did, shocked the living shit out of me!! She reached down and encircled my engorged cock with her hand.

"I guess if it's been fair for you to touch... it must be fair for me to have at least one touch... isn't it?"

It was then that I saw the very first trace of a smile on her face, and I slowly rose to my feet, and put my arms around her. Surprisingly, she didn't relinquish her hold on my cock, butt put her other arm around my neck. We held each other like that for several seconds. I felt her hand tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen, on my dick. My hands slid slowly down her back, and came to rest on her bare buttocks. When she felt my hands there... her grip tightened on my shaft... and a throaty moan came from her lips.

"Oh Mom! Thank you so much for telling me all of this. I can't tell you how long I've wanted to see you like this. How long I've dreamt of our naked bodies being together, like this. Butt, like you said, I knew it was wrong! I knew everytime I looked at your breasts and butt... it was wrong! Butt, Mom, I tried to control it... I just couldn't! I JUST COULDN'T! Can you understand that? I'm so, so sorry... butt I just couldn't help it!"

"I know, Buddy. I think I can understand... at least I'm trying to understand. I'm so afraid that I'll go to Hell, just for what's happened between us this morning. We are BOTH so terribly WRONG! WE'RE WRONG!!!"

Abruptly, she separated from my embrace... and just before she turned to walk away, I noticed that there were a lot of tears coming from her eyes. She started walking toward the door, butt I hurried and caught her from behind. I put my arms around her again, and pulled her back against me. My pants were around my knees, butt my jutting cock was against the crack of her ass. My hands cupped her breasts, as I nuzzled her neck.

"Mom... Mom. Please don't run away from me like this. I don't want you to be mad at me. I love you, Mom! I love you so very much! Just let me hold you... touch you.. feel you. I think you want to hold me, and feel me, too. Tell me, Mom! Tell me you won't walk out of here, just yet."

Mom, relaxed against me... and I could feel her ass pushing back against my cock. Her moaning got louder and louder.. as her buttocks began to undulate against me. Then she spun around...

"BUDDY, BUDDY, BUDDY! Please stop! I said we CAN'T... and we CAN'T!!!"

Butt, even as she was uttering those last words, she was plastering her body against mine. And then, the unbelievable happened! She kissed me. No, not just a mother-son kiss... I mean she ground her lips against mine, and I felt her tongue force it's way into my mouth. I had never had my tongue in anybody's mouth before, and damn sure never had somebody else's' in mine. Butt, God! It felt so good... that soon our tongues were playing together. She brought one of her feet up, and used it to push my trousers to the floor, and I stepped out of them.

I couldn't play with Mom's breasts, because they were mashed tightly to my chest... I couldn't play with her forest, because it was grinding against me. Butt I could squeeze her ass... and everytime I caressed and kneaded it... it seemed to drive her to new heights. And when my one hand dipped into the crevice between her cheeks, she pushed against me so hard, that we both fell onto the floor.

When our lips became disentangled, momentarily, I heard her murmur...

"Oh God, forgive me! PLEASE, GOD FORGIVE ME!"

Then, my Mom, straddled my prone body... squatting over my cock.. 'til it was just an inch or so from her forest. I didn't know exactly what I should be doing, butt Mom took care of all of that uncertainty, by gradually lowering herself, until the bulb of my rod was inside her forest. Then, the indescribable sensation of feeling it being engulfed in a very tight, hot, and wet tunnel.