A Boy for Mother Ch. 02

Last night was the craziest night of my life, and all I can do is anxiously ponder what tonight may hold. I've fallen madly in love with my mother, and I don't want to stop. Oh, I don't mean I love my mom as in a parental sense, but rather in an "I can't stop thinking about making love to my mom" sort of way. I know that the sentiment of most individuals towards me and my desires is one of disdain and disgust, but I can't help my erotic desires. After all, didn't I come from her womb, birthed through her private parts, and bonded to her like no other woman on earth? So common sense should dictate that a mother is a perfect match for her son - at least that's what my common sense tells me, anyway! So here's my story about last night, about the first time I penetrated my mother's vagina with my penis - a penis that came from her own womb.

Yesterday evening I decided to give my mom a foot massage, which is something I commonly did for her after a hard day's work. It began innocently enough, but the sight of my mother draped in nothing but a towel created a sensual urge inside of me that spilled over into unbridled passion. Before I knew it, my head was planted between her legs as mom and I enjoyed a most erotic orgasm together. She hadn't asked for us to have sex, but she didn't do anything to resist my advances, either. It was the greatest moment of my life up to that point.

Afterwards, I was in complete fear as to what we had done. My mother and I were very close, but this was a line that one shouldn't cross, or so I thought. A boy shouldn't fantasy about his mother in this way, and he definitely shouldn't desire to run his tongue across her moist pussy, but it was something that I desired and did. I was afraid, however, of my mom's reaction to my unsolicited passion. During the oral intercourse, her deep moans, wet womanhood, and lurching body testified to the fact that she enjoyed it, but now that the fireworks had ended, what would be her response? Did she feel we had crossed the line? Would she ostracize me from her life as if I had reached a point of no return? Last night I received my answer.

After I had licked my mom into an erotic frenzy, I wasn't sure how to cope with the blowback, so I hurriedly ran to my car and drove away. I needed some time to collect my thoughts, and I wasn't sure as to how mom was going to respond, so I spent several hours at the local park lost in contemplation. During that time mom had sent me a text asking where I was, and how she was sorry that she hadn't stopped me sooner; that she had lost her head. She also wanted to talk about it that night, which only increased my anxiety. Returning home at some time well past dusk, this is where the story of last night begins.

I pulled up to the driveway and noticed that most of the lights were off in the house save for the one in mom's bedroom. The scenes from earlier today keep replaying in my mind over and over again, causing my emotions to oscillate between shame and excitement. On one hand, I had wondered if what I had done was terribly wrong, yet on the other hand the sight of mom's half naked body kept arousing me like no other woman's body had done. Was I crazy, or just madly in love? Stepping out of my car, I knew that the next few moments of my life would be a turning point of some kind, of which I had not yet known.

Unlocking the side door, I step into the dark kitchen and flipped on the light. I noticed that the kitchen hadn't been cleaned, several dirty dishes still lying in the sink, which was slightly unusual since mom made it a habit to clean it up before she went to bed. I began to make my way towards the hallway leading to my room when I heard mom's bedroom door open on the other end.

"Chris, is that you, Honey?" She asked in a sincerely interested voice.

"Yeah, I'm back," I responded politely. "I got your texts, but I was just..." I couldn't complete my sentence before mom responded.

"Hey," she stated somberly, "It's alright; we're good." She exited her room with a comforting look on her face, and she made her way towards me to let me know that we truly were all right. She reached out her arms and placed her hands on my upper shoulders, looked me squarely in the eyes and told me that everything is fine. Her warming smile and comforting words had filled me with a great sense of relief, and we embraced one another - a lustful son and his loving mother.

As we held one another (her head pressed against my chest), I could smell the shampoo fresh upon her short brown hair. She was wearing her usual night gown, which was a satin blue dress that hung just above her knees. She loved the feel of the satin against her skin at night, and I always enjoyed seeing her wear it around the house. As we embraced, it was as if neither one of us wanted to let go of the other one first, and so we held each other much longer than normal. The satin dress felt sensual in my hands, and I noticed that it easily slid against her body without much resistance. I began to clench my fingers together, slowly pulling the dress upwards as I did. My left hand was slightly lower than my right hand on her back, and as I slowly began running the satin dress up her backside, my erotic imagination pondered placing my left hand on her beautiful butt. If I could get the dress high enough, perhaps I could feel my mom's naked ass in my hand - a thought that only aroused me further.

"Hey," mom suddenly said, releasing herself from the hug and breaking my sensual concentration. "Come here for a second and let's talk." With that she took my hand and walked me into her bedroom. At this point I was willing to do whatever it took to spend more time around my mom, because she was quickly becoming the woman of my dreams.

"Remember when you used to sleep in bed with me?" She asked.

"Yeah, when I was a kid," I replied, fondly remembering my youthful days.

"Well, let's just say I'm feeling a little lonely tonight." Her words seemed laced with a sensual touch, and she threw me a mischievous look that sent a shiver down my spine. Releasing my hand, she walked over to her bed and crawled under the blanket. As she moved, her legs looked incredibly exquisite, and her shapely butt formed the perfect bulge in her satin dress. I have no idea how I ended up with such a beautiful mom, but her body seemed perfect in every way. She hadn't had any cosmetic or plastic surgery done on her body (unlike many other women her age), yet she looked magnificent; she was the perfect combination of beauty and maturity. Thinking about her in a seductive way made me weak in my knees; her gorgeous face, lovely body, nice legs, and pretty feet bringing me visual pleasure. She was my mistress mother - a boy's perfect gift.

Patting the spot next to her on the bed, she invited me to join her: "Come her and let's talk a bit." Gathering my thoughts, I made my way to the other side of the bed and was about to climb under the covers when she then stopped me.

"Hey, you're not wearing those dirty clothes in my bed!" She stated with a bit of a smile. "Lose those clothes, mister!"

Her direct order sent another shiver down my spine; the sound of mom's voice telling me to get undressed was incredibly erotic. Standing in stunned excitement for a few seconds, I soon began to undress. Tossing my shirt, socks, and shorts to the side, I prepared to crawl under the blankets in my briefs when she stopped me again.

"All of them," she stated more purposefully, a look of seduction now appearing on her face. I gladly complied, and realized that the sensual moment was beginning to arouse my cock. Not yet fully hard, it was beginning to swell with blood, something that seemed to bring a look of satisfaction upon my mom's face.

Crawling under the blankets, I laid on my back completely in the nude, my erection growing harder by the second. I looked over at mom as she stared at me with deep interest, smiling approvingly at her naked nineteen-year-old boy lying under her covers. The blankets felt warm against my naked body, and the bed was nice and soft, with an aroma of coconut oil from mom's lotion subtly tickling my nose.

After contemplating her words, mom finally broke the silence. "I really enjoyed our moment earlier." There was a serious tone to her voice, but it appeared to be mingled with desire as well. Keeping with her tone, she continued. "In fact, if you don't mind, I think it might be something I'd be willing to enjoy more. If you'd like."

Her deep, penetrating eyes seemed to call out to me. Not as a mom talking to her son, but as a mistress longing for her lover. I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing: my own mother wants to make me her sexual lover! My euphoric joy sent ripples to my crotch at my mother's words, causing my cock to swell and rock with every beat of my heart. Seeing my manhood's reaction taking place under the covers, mom's eyes lit up with excitement, and a gleeful smile came across her face. Having finished her statement, she climbed out from under the covers and made her way towards the light switch by the door of the room. Reaching her hand up to the switch, she stopped short of turning off the light and instead began to remove her satin blue nightgown. As she reached down and grabbed the ends of the dress, she pulled it over her head, and I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Her nude frame filled my eyes with absolute enjoyment, and I gazed upon her plump breasts in stunned silence. Her thin waist only accentuated her rounded hips and toned butt, and her legs perfectly complemented her short yet compact frame. Her beauty was far too much for me to bear, as the sight of my mom in the nude sent my erection into full bloom. The bulge in the blankets only testified to the excitement happening down below as I watched my mom turn around and nonchalantly flip off the lights.

The darkness couldn't dispel the image of my mom's naked body which was etched into my mind. I knew she was beautiful, but it seemed like her beauty had only increased in proportion to my desire for her, perhaps the sexual thoughts that I had for mom intensifying the moment. I heard her make her way back to the bed in the very dim light of the moon as it peeked past the curtain, and she eventually crawled back under the blankets next to me. Leaning over in the dark, she whispered in my ear, "Chris?"

"Yes," I stammered back, seemingly having to conjure all of my strength just to speak during this encounter. At that moment I felt her foot rub up against my leg under the covers, accompanied by her hand placed gently on my chest.

"You made mommy feel real good earlier today." The tone in her voice had changed to one of deep seduction, and mingled with her breath as it blew into my ear, my heart began to race. "Chris, I want you to make love to me tonight. Make love to your mommy."

Her seductive words caused my mind to start spinning. My heart began to race, and I had to catch my breath from excitement due to her unsuspecting request. I was lying naked in bed and being seduced by my own mother, and I liked it! The words were still ringing in my head as I turned towards mom and found her lips with my own. I'm not sure who was more surprised at the urgency of my advance, but I began to kiss her like never before. She opened her mouth as our tongues met in erotic bliss, lapping themselves together as we kissed hard and deep. Her moans of pleasure only spurred me on as we kissed longingly; deep, wet, erotic kisses. I moved her head back onto her pillow as I assumed a position over her, still kissing her fully as our tongues danced together. We continued our passionate wet kissing for several minutes (though it seemed like forever), only breaking the connection briefly to take a breath.

As we kissed, I brought my hand up to her naked breast, caressing it gently as our tongues were doing their work. This was my mother with whom I was making love. This mouth that kissed me lovingly as a child, I now take in mine as an adult. These breasts from which I received my infant nourishment now nourish my adult eroticism. Lost in my thoughts of taking my mother sexually, I continued to kiss her until we both seemed to gasp for air.

"Oh baby," mom moaned breathlessly as we broke the kiss, the passion of the moment sending her into a frenzy. "Take me! Take me!!" Her breathing was deep and passionate, and her eyes were begging me to give her more.

She pulled me fully on top of her while we lay under the blankets, spreading her legs and hurriedly inviting me between them. Reaching down, I grasped my rock-hard cock and guided it towards my mother's pussy, her arms now wrapped around my head as she turned her head to the side and began to seductively kiss on my arm. Parting her pussy lips, I take the step of no return; I slide my penis into my mom's receptive vagina and felt the warmth of my mother's pussy on my manhood.

The feeling of her only son entering her caused a deep guttural moan of joy to involuntarily escape her lips. "Ohhhh Chris," she moaned as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tightly towards her with her arms. Holding me tightly, I began the sensual rhythmic flow of driving my cock in and out of my mom. She felt so good around my penis, and I could feel her squeeze me tighter with each thrust.

"Oh...baby. Make...love...to...your...mommy." Her words were framed around gasps of air and moments of pleasure as her moans began to intensify. I was completely enraptured in the moment as I began to thrust deeper and harder, creating a passionate sound of our naked bodies as they slammed together. With her legs wrapped tightly around me, and her womanly breasts vibrating against my chest, and her cries of joy ringing in my ears, I could feel the juices below begging me for release. I continued to drive my cock into my mother's pussy with such ferocity that her moans turned to screaming.

"Ohhh YES! YES!!" She shrieked. She reached down with one hand and grabbed my naked ass as if to guide each thrust of my cock deeper into her. Finally she cried out with heavy breaths, "Chris, I want you...to...cum in me. Cum in...your mommy!"

The sound of my mom asking me to cum inside her was too much for me to bear. Her shrieks of joy and deep passionate requests caused me to reach my climax. With two or three deep involuntary thrusts, I released my load deep into my mother's pussy as we both yelled out in joy! The combination of our passionate screams echoed across the walls as my mom squeezed me with all her might, the result of her muscles responding to her magnificent orgasm.

So, last night I made love to my mom. Actually, we did more than just make love; we had passionate sex. It was a night that I'll remember for the rest of my life, and as I wake up next to mom in bed (the two of us having fallen helplessly asleep in each others' arms after our session), I can only imagine what tonight may hold.