Slipping Into My Sleeping Mombyoediplex©
My name is Paulo, and I live with my beautiful mother Carmella. I love my sweet mother in every way and I want to make love to my sexy mother too. This is the story of how we finally did have intercourse.
I fantasized, dreamed, and schemed about how I could ever get to fuck my mother. We live alone in the suburbs, just we two. I don't know what ever happened to my father, mom just changed the subject when I used to ask, so I don't ask any more. We are not poor, but cash was never seen much around our home.
Mom is a seamstress, she often brings work home to do in the evening while I do my college homework at our kitchen table. I find it hard to concentrate with her around because it gives me lustful thoughts about her. I think about bringing home top grades and perhaps her rewarding me with sexual favors, like she did with giving me sweets when I was younger, since she has little money to buy things after all the bills. That's fine by me because there is nothing else I would like, but to be more intimate with mom. For getting an A in one study course, perhaps she pulls up her dress and I see she has no panties.
Maybe if I work hard and do well in two subjects she will open her legs and let me look at her privates as I masturbate.
But I am a good student anyway and I get my brains from mom. I continue my reverie with the reward for great grades in all my courses. Then I really get 'extra credit' for my studious efforts.
She lets me put the tip of my penis into the opening of her vagina. This thought gets me so hot I am totally absorbed by my fantasy now. It is the end of the school year. I have done so well in my scholastic work that I have made the Dean's List! Mother must now be obligated to escalate my reward system of carnal gratuities to match this heroic feat! She lets me fuck her!
I pound into her pussy with a man-size hard-on. Then we switch positions and I lay on my side to screw my dick into her hot, buttery opening, it is too much for me and I cum a big gob of sperm.
This excites her to an orgasm too, her secretions spill out and mix with mine.
Suddenly, I've wet my pants with semen as I sat at the table, with my mother right next to me. I look down from gazing at her and seeing us in my mind's eye's a fleeting figment of imagined fucking. I pretend to read my papers, wondering if I appear flushed as I my face feels very hot. Mother's eyes flicker to me then back to her work. Does she know what I was thinking? How could she? Yet I swear sometimes it's like mom can pick up my thoughts.
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I gaze, well stare to be honest, at my mother a lot, an awful lot. You would too, she is so sexy and gorgeous. I sometimes focus on her breasts, but I am more interested in what is up her skirt. One evening, after we had finished our respective 'homework' we were sitting on the couch together. Mom was relaxing in a shorty nightgown with matching panties. They were semi-translucent to be cooler, as we live in a tropical climate.
I was bending down pretending to doodle on some scratch paper, but I was really trying to look between mom's legs to see if I could catch a peek at the dark triangle of hair that was so alluring to a lusty boy like me. Mom gave no indication she knew what I was doing, but she did cross her legs after a little while and looked thoughtful. Suddenly she stood up and said my name, "Paulo!" I stood up too, because she had said my name in that tone of voice mothers use to indicate their child had misbehaved.
But as I rose from her expression changed from one of stern disapproval to one of a mixture of pride and acknowledgment. "Paulo", She repeated my name in a more reflective timbre of voice, and with less severity said, "You are growing up, aren't you?" Then she went to her bedroom. She must have caught me taking a naughty gander. But instead of my goose being cooked, she evidently decided that my natural boyhood curiosity was nothing to get angry about.
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You can think of me as being a pervert, sick, obsessed; I know what I desire, my mom, and I don't care. I admit it, I want to get in my mothers pants.
Yes, I want to get a look at her pussy.
I'd like to get a real close look, like when she was masturbating!
After that time on the couch, I stared to get glimpses of mom in less modesty poses than I had before.
Was she being more careless, or was she less concerned about the issue of her maturing son viewing her charms? In either case, for whatever the reason, I was happy for the chance to ogle the woman I was hot for. One afternoon, arriving at our house from school, I walked into her bedroom. I knew she was home as her bicycle was outside. Was I didn't know was mom was dressed in just a tee-shirt and panties.
She was reading a magazine and stretched out on her bed with her back to me and a leg bent at the knee to allow air to cool her legs. I smelled mom's womanly aroma and it made me warm for her form, hot to trot. She on the other hand seemed nonchalant about her unintended display and even stayed half dressed the rest of the afternoon.
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Then one time, I hit the jackpot and got to see EVERYTHING!!!
Mom didn't realize I had gotten home early. I always come inside as quietly as possible, just in case I might catch her undressing or something. That was my lucky day, she was undressing, it all came off! When I arrived, I heard some noise in mom's room so I went to say hi. She hadn't heard me and her dress was over her head so she couldn't see me.
She took off her bra and before my eyes were the brown tips of the pair of paradise lost I had feasted on as a baby. My mouth went dry.
And then, as if a gift from Venus the Goddess of love, my mother, goddess that I loved, dropped drawers. I watch with eyes that video-taped the memory into my brain. From behind her I saw the cotton panties slide down exposing the playground my prick wanted to romp in.
Her hairy pubes and split were more than my meat could deal with and I had to make a dash to the toilet to finger my fountain of youth. My mother must have certainly heard my hasty exit. As I sat in the bathroom I grew worried that this time I would catch hell for sure. This was no boyish peep, no glance at underpants, it was a full invasion of privacy. How would mother react to the lewd look, the rude gawk of her nasty son? I hate when she gets angry with me. Mother was beautiful when she got angry, but you didn't want her mad at you!
When I finally got the courage to come out and face the music and swear that it was an accident and that I didn't see much and that I was so very sorry and that it wouldn't happen again; mother had changed to a robe and didn't say a thing. She just gave me a odd sort of look that was at once bemused, knowing, and contemplative.
Since my mom seemed to be so nice to me about the little 'show' I inadvertently got, I tried to be especially nice to her any way I could. I made sure my chores were done promptly and looked for small ways I could do extra things for her. Several days later she was looking for her high heals to go out. I knew where they were and instead of just yelling to her how to find them, I fetched them to her.
Then I helped her to slip them on. She called me her Prince Charming. I was really hoping to get a beaver-shot up her dress, but didn't have any luck.
When she left though, my Sir Un-Gallant-Cad nature came charging up, lance thrust forward. I jerked off to a fantasy of mom not leaving but deciding to reward my conscientious good deed. In my imagination I saw mom standing up and raising her dress above her panty-less bottom, as she crooks a finger at me with a 'come-hither' smile, I shuck off my cut-offs.
Mom then kneels down and reaches back, opening her cunt for my cock. I move up close from the back and take aim at her pussy.
I insert my wanton willie into the offered entrance to my mother's wild and willing haven. Behind her I grab mom's waist for better thrusting. She use a hand to steady herself, still in her stiletto heels.
I plunge in and draw out from that grotto of pleasure, mom's mons. The angle of penetration is rubbing against her G-spot, I feel her cunt tighten around my lance of love. My hand is stoking my prick hard now, as my mind and body become totally immersed in virtual and unvirtuous sex.
I pound away as flesh meets flesh, (I pound away at my meat) my flesh is from her flesh, the two becoming one flesh again.
My body boils over, in my mind the power of our mutual orgasm unbalances us and we stagger back on to our feet as my cream is globbing all over her buns.
In reality I have to use a huge amount of tissue to clean up my mess so mom won't get pissed by a wet spot or cum stains on her bed. But, it was grand self-made mirage of auto-eroticism, I came like a fire-hose, I always do when I think of mom and beat-off.
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One night I had a fabulous dream about having sex with my hot mama. It starts off with her sitting on the couch naked.
I don't know why she's nude but I am too. Mom reaches for my hard-on and pumps as I look between her spread legs and the hot aroma of a woman in heat wafts into my flaring nostrils. In nothing flat I have covered her breasts with my copious cum.
I remember the dream so vividly. It was so real, yet like dreams things changed and did not always obey the laws of physics, logic, temporal continuity, and relativity. I recollect that while I was always with my mother, the couch changed, sometimes we had clothes or not, and I never lost my erection, no matter how many times I came. In my dream mom invited me to sit next to her so she could play with my dick.
Then she lay back and asked me if I was a virgin. The answer she already knew, since she then asked me if I would like her to be my first. I started taking off the clothes I didn't have on a moment ago and noticed that the divan was now brown instead of blue, leather instead of cotton and I considered this a sign of my impending manhood by screwing my mother. Dreams are weird, but this was a special one indeed!
Mother slightly spread her labia as I touched the end of my penis to her moistened vagina.
I leaned over her and dipped the tip to the lips of her sex.
I eased the head into heaven. My head spun with the excitement. The room spun with the dizzy change-ups of decor. I was ready to be deflowered in the core of my mother's body.
Mom raised her legs and put her hands on my hips to draw me into her most sacred place, where my offering of fertile seed would be welcome by the goddess I worshiped.
An incredible fuck-lust filled my head as my dream prick speared time after time after time, making mother groan and shriek and call my name at the top of her lungs. If it hadn't been a dream she would have woken up neighbors for miles around.
It ended with the oddest money-shot you could believe. I left a load inside mom worthy of the biggest bull, but then I had something left over. So I pulled out, to treat my dear mother to the sweetest spume ever to spew from a prick. I aimed for her mouth, a good meter away from the dick-cap, and shot off fluffy whipped-cream like spurts which defied gravity and as tracer-bullets of love they found their smiling, red-lipped target.
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I wish my mom would just take things in hand and forthrightly teach me all about sex.
I imagine mom calling me into her bedroom. She is wearing just a tee shirt and undies. She instructs me to take off all my clothes, then asks me to take off her top and panties, meanwhile she strokes my hard dick with her delicate touch. I'm straight out like a diving board. Or maybe, she is already naked when I come in and she takes off my underpants, then has me lay next to her on the bed while she fists the flag pole I sport.
I'm more than ready to lose my virginity. I get rid of my shirt and get between her legs. She shows me the holy of holies I'd always hoped to scrutinize, the furry den of my frustrated desire, the precious pink privates of my remarkable mother. She gives me permission to play with myself to the point of climax and I shoot cum right between her tits.
Then she says, in her soft sultry voice, "I didn't mean cum, I meant to say come, come put your handsome cock in my cunt."
Her wish is my dream come true. I press the head of my dick to the damp hideaway of my mom's secret garden. At long last I probe her carnal cave of love with my ever-ready flashlight of lust.
I'm halfway to heavenly envelopment, but I go slow to make the momentous instant stretch out; understanding there is but one original time I make the short journey into manhood. A trip I have awaited for so long, a singular unique uniting moment when mommy and me first become lovers at last. Slow is good, long is good, deep is good, fucking is good, very good, but the pleasure is not all mine. Mom is finding me an excellent student of the art of amour.
She laughs and her legs spread wide as I plow her bushy furrow. Her nipples are erect nubbins of joy, capping voluptuous peaks of soft rolling knolls. I can plainly see that I am pleasing her, pleasuring her as I lunge and plunge my pole in her horny, hairy, happy hollow.
Now mom arches her back in a huge climax. Her grin turns to grimace as her climax clenches the muscles from toes to crotch, from cunt to brow as she cums. I press the breast to keep her from rising so high as to dislodge me and I shoot a giant wad into her womb.
If only, if but, if just, if mom might merely teach me about sex, we could have a swell time. Am I simply daydreaming, figments of my Oedipal libido; there is barely any chance that my yearning will materialize, an opportunity arise to make a pass at my mother, might come to pass? Imagine my surprise and delight when it did!
Like that other time, I arrived home from school one day and knew mom was home. This time, quiet as always, when I walked into our shack-hut we enjoyed as home, I noticed something was different. Mother had moved her bed so the foot was facing the doorway. Mom was laying on the bed in a flowered frock and NO panties! She seemed to be asleep, perhaps having a light nap.
I called her name softly, to see if she just had her eyes closed of if she was truly asleep. I didn't want to be caught peeking and make mother angry when things had been going so well between us lately. Even as I spoke her name calling again, "Carmella, . . . mom?", I hoped she wouldn't awake as her dress had ridden as high as her crotch and the best beaver shot of my life was being provided by my beautiful exposed mother.
But mother made no response, she seemed fast asleep. She rested on the bed her breathing even and features relaxed and limbs loose.
I went and sat beside her sublime supine form. My gaze could not break from the delta of soft curly fur at her thigh's juncture. She lifted a knee and the hem of her garment went still higher.
Since she seemed not to notice the further display of private places, I carefully helped the hem rise several more inches to above her navel.
The I went to the foot of the bed for a look at my mother nude from the waist down. A perspective I felt sure would I might never have the opportunity to view again.
She slumbered on. My head was feeling strange and my heart was beating very hard as I thought of what I wanted and was going to do, no matter what the consequences. I moved beside her again and reached out and for the first time in my life a touched a pussy, mom's pussy! Her cunt lips were warm and soft and it reminded me of a teddy-bear. Bare indeed! and I was convinced that mom was in a deep sleep, and I was going to make the most of this magic moment.
I stood beside the bed and undid my pants. This time when I jerked-off I'd have the living lady I loved, instead of my imagination for inspiration.
I lifted my shirt to take it off, then thought I'd wait, pants were easier to slip back on if she might wake. I pulled off my underwear looking at my mother from head to toe, from toes to tits. How bold could I get?
Mom didn't stir when I pulled up her dress, she hadn't opened her eyes and screamed at my fondling her patch. Could she have gotten drunk? That would be unusual for mom, especially during an afternoon. But what ever the reason for her trance I was happy.
In order to get a more 'in depth' view of mom's pussy, I gently pulled her leg to one side.
When she did not stir I grinned in devilish glee and worked her lower limbs completely apart!
Now it was time to make the 'dream cream' cum true. I crawled between the thighs of my precious mother. Looking down the barrel of mother's mortal mortar which had birthed me, thinking immoral thoughts, with my shirt tail on my ass as if urging me on, my penis started the transformation from cocked cock to raging erection.
I started fingering my pulsing pylon as I moved over my mom's body. I looked at her face, no sign of consciousness. I wanted so bad to kiss her lips, but was afraid I'd wake my sleeping beauty.
But I would try a 'kiss' on her nether labia with the tip of my dick, a risk that was worth the reward.
But with still no reaction from my sleeping mother, I decided to push my luck, as it were, and inch just a bit further. The hot wetness that engulfed my prick so easily meant that although mom was not aware of me mentally, she was responding physically!
Now I had the head of my prick put solid into mom's pussy, I had to see that sight! I looked down from my stretched posture vaulted over her torso, I could see me fucking mommy, like in one of my fantasies.
Only this was awesome real, the sensation made my nuts tighten. Then, with nearly half my penis sliding through the gate of my goddess, I came half cocked! I just had time to pull out as I started to squirt out my white hot semen.
The first shot across her cunt was an explosion of balls and I went boom in my brain. An intense shockwave, better than any masturbatory gush ever had burst. But then I couldn't stop the flow, as I withdrew another secondary squirt, as strong as the first, shot out.
I didn't want mom to wake and discover herself covered with cum, but even as I got up on my knees, my dick was a Gattling gun of goo.
When the semen machine ran out of ammo, I looked at mom's pudendum it was surrounded with puddles of penis pudding.
What the hell, I thought, if she can sleep through all that I've just done, maybe she'll sleep through what I honestly have wanted to do since I knew what fucking was. So, no more playing the timid Paulo; now I was going to get into my mother, no matter how much trouble I got into later!
The enormity of what I was about to do suddenly swelled in my head. Carmella was about to be ravished by her own son; 'O! sinful sex!' Paulo was going to make love to his very own mother, 'O! blessed bliss!' Mother and son united in the bond of the ultimate intimacy! Pity the poor boys who lust in vain for their moms, at this moment, Paulo was leaving their ranks behind.
Grasping my rigid tool of love, I pointed it once more at mom's pussy and pushed into the soft mush of her wet, hot, sweet hole that I had always dreamed of screwing. The enveloping heat of my mother's body was a sensation I will remember the rest of my life. That liquid like warmth of her slit encompassed the head and shoulders of my dick, it was even more of an igniting sensation than the first foray past her fur into her furnace. Because this time was not an tremulous attempt to explore, this was the real event, the first full fuck of my life.