Kerry's Boy

"Yeah thanks Mom, I've always wanted hand-me-down porn."

Her hand on my knee was meant only as a reassuring gesture, but I couldn't help but feel the warmth spread to my groin.

"It should be fine Matthew, we never had a webcam or anything so you aren't going to stumble across Geoff himself, it's more like a home delivery of the best of the internet."

Again, I couldn't help laughing and my smile became warmer and more genuine as I turned and headed for my room. Not for any reason other than I found myself continuing to walk in that direction, but Mom's last barb made me glad I wasn't facing her when I heard it.

"And you can keep using my food for target practice if that's helping too."

The stash of porn wasn't exactly a challenge to locate, I did a search for hidden video and image files and within 10 minutes had folders of x-rated material to sort through.

Not only did Geoff have a stash of porn, but by the looks of things there were at least two other "hidden" collections dating back earlier into the life of this PC.

Most of the stuff in Geoff's collection was pretty generic, celebrity upskirts and fakes mixed with stolen sex-tape footage and then folders and folders of free sample videos from other websites. Nothing that screamed "Mom" to me, so I skimmed the thumbnails and moved on.

The next collection I found was a little more disturbing, mostly teen videos and images from porn sites, but with one or two digital photos of my step-sister and her girlfriends in their swimwear, and a couple of one of my ex-girlfriends sun bathing in hers.

I guess the mature men Mom had dated and married weren't into mature women in their porn, but I checked the last folder anyway.

This had lots of downloaded Amateur videos, guys and girls going at it on grainy camcorder footage from years gone by. It was probably the best of the collections, but I was a little disappointed that the 5'6 38D Brunette MILF search I had started hadn't come up with much more success than when I was on my own computer on the internet.

And that's when I found it.

In that same Amateurs collection I found the clip that got me the most excited out of anything I had been able to find on the internet. A mature amateur on her knees with a hard cock in her hand and another in her mouth, breasts that looked almost indentical to the memory of Mom's bouncing beneath a rolled up top. I made a quick note of the file destination for later and nearly died.

While the other amateur videos had been from the same community share website as this one, this was the only one with the word "uploads" in its title.

As I opened the clip to full-screen and watched the full 30 seconds play out, I realised that not only did it look like my Mom, it was my Mom.

The kitchen floor was the one from a house we had 2 years earlier, and I watched over and over again as my Mom's lips and hands played up and down the shafts of those two lucky bastards in the clip, her 38Ds bouncing and shaking, her nipples hard and her breathing heavy with excitement as her other hand flicked her clit beneath her skirt.

Turning up the volume I could hear her moan, muffled by the hard cock filling her mouth, before she leaned back and both men started cursing, before thick white ropes of cum landed on her face and her tits.

I hadn't realised, but from the moment I recognised her in the clip I had started rubbing my own meat, pulling the swollen member from my shorts and pumping it frantically with my hand, eyes glued on the replaying action on the screen.

Pausing the clip in an instant where her blue eyes seemed to look through the lens of the camera right at me with that horny smile, I blew a full load across the screen itself, covering her face with my own brand of yoghurt with no consideration of the consequences as I slumped, panting, into the chair to recover.

"When you clean that up, make sure you use the Windex from under the sink."

I don't know how long Mom had been watching me, but even those words didn't break my mood as I sat there with eyes closed, content in the sensation I had just experienced.

I would find out what it felt like to have her expert lips suck the cum out of me like that, I promised myself that day. If Mom was going to be this comfortable around me, I was going to get comfortable within her.

"Ok, Mom, sure." I called back, before closing my eyes again with a satisfied grin.

Every night that week the last thing I did before going to sleep was watch that clip and masturbate to the thought of being one of those two men, and even during the day it was in the back of my mind.

My friends and all other girls took a backseat to my desire for my Mom, but not to the point that I cut all ties with my previously thriving social life.

That Saturday night one of my best friends and I staggered home from the club to crash, too much alcohol and dancing to be thinking clearly, and cracking open a bag of crisps and another bottle of bourbon, we continued the rowdy conversations in front of the TV.

It wasn't long before we were opening up with secrets and fantasies, and before I knew it I decided that Steve and I would be the perfect men to recreate the home movie with Mom. I showed him the clip, and he was more than enthusiastic, and we did everything possible to wake Mom so we could put our best moves to work.

"Sounds like a real party in here tonight boys." She was wearing a light blue cotton robe, and all I could do was imagine what was underneath.

"You're welcome to join us Mom!" I practically shouted, and Steve slammed down a calming swig of the bourbon as his eyes bulged.

"Hi Mrs Walter..." he chimed in nervously, only to have Mom fix those blue eyes on him.

"Call me Kerry, Steve." She smiled

"Have a drink Mom, I'll be back in a minute."

As excited as I was, my mind racing ahead of me practically eye-fucking my Mom, the copious amounts of drink had me desperate for the bathroom, and I steadied myself with a hand against the wall as I hurried to the toilet.

Looking in the bathroom mirror I splashed cold water on my face, and then my genitals, to ready myself for the big moment ahead. My resolve steeled, I quickly fixed my hair and with a confident grin returned to the living room.

I'm not sure what I had expected to see, but this certainly wasn't it.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen bench filling a jug with iced water, Steve was curled up on the sofa half-asleep.

"We need to have another little chat, Matthew." She began, and I knew that my fantasies were dashed.

"What about?" When drunk, I'm terribly transparent.

"About you and young Steven wanting to sleep with me tonight, among other things."

Apparently Steve had tried to seduce her as soon as I left the room, but as smooth as he was with girls our age, Mom had been rejecting men of all ages since before I was born. The poor guy never stood a chance.

Thankfully, the sheer amount of drink combined with his need to feel unbeatable meant he never mentioned any of that night's events, and after Mom left us with the water and her advice to "Get some rest." I wished I could forget it too.

Since then, all I can do is want her and hate myself for it.

No other girl compares with the fantasy of my Mom, but the rejection of that night amplified by the hangover of the next day are fresh in my mind too.

Every night I've thought about her as I sit half-naked on the end of my bed, a slideshow of visually arousing memories of her flashing through my mind as I drift off to sleep, knowing that I'll most likely wake with my drained cock in my hand and another stain on my sheets. Even when I dream I masturbate over her.

Last night as I drifted off, some unknown sight or sound stirred me into sitting up, my bedroom door ajar and no direct light from anywhere else in the house.

As always my thoughts strayed to Mom, wondering if I had heard her walking to the kitchen for a midnight glass of water, tempted as always to investigate in the hopes of seeing her naked.

With that motivation in my mind, I slipped my legs to the floor and flicked on the bedside lamp.

It was Mom.

She was standing in the doorway and I nearly died.

Her short brown hair framing her face, a subtle shade of red lipstick on those gorgeous lips and her cheeks pinched with a hint of some emotion I couldn't define.

Her strong shoulders were bare, the tanned skin stretching uninterrupted up the line of her arm where her hand rested on the door frame, and her perfect cleavage supporting a sheer black negligee that hung down to just below her full hips, revealing her smooth strong legs in full.

"Matthew."

Her voice was low and smooth, like warm honey, and I continued to hold my breath in anticipation, not wanting to risk breaking whatever illusion this was with the sound of my own voice.

"I'm sorry for leading you on all this time, we need to finish this. Are you ok with that?" She stepped forward into the light of my room, and the full view of her round nipples and her smoothly waxed mound drew my eye through the sheerness of the strapless negligee.

All I managed was a nod.

"I love you Matthew, don't ever forget it."

I sat on the edge of my bed and watched this goddess kneel at my feet and start unfastening my shorts and all I could do was think about those words.

"I love you too Mom."

Usually in the bedroom I am in complete control, but as Mom gently pushed me down onto my back and pulled my underwear clear of my ankles, I felt like a young boy with no power over anything, not even myself.

Her hands were warm, soft but firm as she first cupped my scrotum and then began to stroke and rub my shaft, the blood pumping into it from the first sight of her stunning figure in the doorway until she was massaging the biggest erection I've ever mustered.

With her bosom pressing through the smoky negligee as she leaned forward, her blue eyes fixed on mine and her red lips pursed to lay a tender kiss on the head of my cock, I was already fighting the urge to cum, and with her mouth and hand working together with amazing skill, I watched as my aching member slid between those lips and disappeared inch by inch into her hot wet mouth.

My stomach was tensed, my jaw was clenched and the slow gliding of Mom's tongue and mouth up and down the length of my shaft sent fire racing through my veins, my eyes closing despite the amazing visage of her kneeling before me in an attempt to control myself in the face of overwhelming pleasure.

Taking a moment, Mom's hand brushed along my bare chest to touch my face, her voice warm and comforting.

"It's ok Matthew, cum if you need to, we have all night for you to impress me with your stamina."

My defences dissolved in that moment, and with my head turned away and my back arching I gave in to the building pressure. The burning sensations of Mom's mouth and hands replaced by the sole sensation of relief as I felt my tensions squirt out of me with every gasp, the liquids disappearing into her throat without issue as she cleaned my penis with her waiting mouth.

"Good" She encouraged, "Now show me you love me with those amazing kisses of yours."

As she crawled up over the edge of the bed on top of me, the touch of her breasts against my naked stomach and chest had an immediate effect on me.

My hands eagerly embraced the smooth curve of the bared section of Mom's glorious ass as I guided her up above me, and then my left hand brushed the side of her face as our lips met in a long and passionate kiss. As her hot tongue entwined with mine I could taste myself in her mouth, and my erection began to swell again, pressing slightly up against the softest part of her inner thigh.

The way she kissed me was even more sensual than having her suck my meat so beautifully, and as the kiss grew more insistently animal I realised how much she wanted me to fuck her properly. Just because she was my Mom didn't mean I couldn't be a man.

Even as my hands untied her negligee and cast the sheer material aside, Mom was reaching back through her legs to grip my hard-on firmly in her hand, bringing it up to meet her wet labia as she manipulated her pelvis expertly up and over until all my attention was on the over riding sensation of her juicy pussy cresting the head of my cock, then consuming it whole with one moan inducing downward thrust.

Compared to the girls I was used to Mom wasn't tight, but once she had me inside her she engaged her pelvic floor and my eyes widened at the idea that her slippery pussy had suddenly gripped my shaft like a vice.

Looking up at Mom straddling me I couldn't take my eyes off her, the bottom lip folded beneath her teeth, those blue eyes intense with lust and her face flushed from pent-up needs and desires.

All seductive half-smiles and gentle flirtation was gone, the woman riding my cock was a perfect machine of sex, an animal in search of orgasm, and I was the one that had to give her what she craved.

With my entire length already thrust deep inside her there was no control of upward thrusting that I could bring her, and as her stomach muscles rippled with tension and her pelvis ground down against mine, rolling forward and back with practiced rhythm, her fingernails gouging my muscular chest and her head tilted back as she moaned louder, I struggled to see how my male dominance would ever emerge.

Not wanting to disappoint, I looked to the two most obvious signs of her womanhood, those breasts that had tormented my dreams for so long, 38D and hanging bare naked in front of me, wearing only a slight sheen of our combined sweat as they heaved and wobbled with the motion of the intense incestual ride.

My tongue played across each nipple, my strong hands massaged each breast firmly and my kisses added a sharp element of tooth as I teased and nibbled where I had once fed, rolling the now erect nipples between thumb and forefinger when Mom's gasping mouth forced mine up into a sloppier and more desperate kiss.

My ass was being forced down through the mattress as Mom's amazing hips worked her g-spot against my now throbbing cock, deeper and faster as her breathing shallowed with mine.

Somehow I felt like I was going to cum all over again, and kissing her deeply on the salty mouth brought that closer to reality as she moaned her pleasures into me, still grinding and riding, still bouncing and swaying.

As the inside of her pussy clenched and released over and over, I watched with a grin as the climax of orgasm played across her toned stomach, her muscles tensing and shaking, her breasts almost vibrating in sympathy to the shuddering wail of ecstasy that wracked her body.

I didn't cum as I had expected to, but having Mom arch her back so wildly above me drove me closer to it, and my determination to fuck her instead of just letting her have her way with me hardened in unison with my now glistening cock.

As her doe-eyed face pulled in for more tender kisses, I pressed up against her with the palm of my hand, rolling and twisting until we were side by side on my bed. With one last kiss on her gorgeous lips, I slipped down and began to eat her pussy.

The taste of her juices was amazing, her lips swollen and pink, moisture practically running between her thighs even before my tongue made contact with her engorged clitoris, her fingers running through my hair as she sought to bring my face deeper into her wetness, her stomach twisting and back arching as the sensitive areas within her were lashed by my thick wet tongue in a frenzy of determined control.

When I surfaced minutes later, Mom was staring at me with a mixture of lust and pride, her smile betraying her relief as I kissed her cum back to her.

"I knew you would be amazing sweetheart, I knew."

Despite her self-assured control, I was breathing too heavily and aching too much to form words in reply, but with her beauty laid out on her back like that, I wasn't about to stop.

Spreading her eager sex and forcing myself to penetrate one slow inch at a time, I thrived on the reaction that played across her face, my thickness registering a need for her to bite that sexy lip before I began to push off the floor, my full height and weight behind every thrust as I held her at the edge of the bed and built up a more furious pace with every deep thrust into her.

Her legs caught me by surprise as they wrapped right up around my head and shoulders, pulling me down to her as she rubbed her breasts and sought to kiss me again.

With a strong hand forcing her to go without, I pushed her back down, hooking those legs above my shoulders and slamming my entire length deep into her, fucking her as forcefully as I could manage without a moments hesitation.

"God, yes Matthew, fuck me. Fuck me!"

Sweat was pouring down my face, my chest, my ass, but I kept pumping Mom with my now tingling cock, the skin all over both our bodies so sensitive to the touch that even a gentle brush of a hand was draw tension and reaction as much as the furious passion that was my cock working inside her pussy.

She noticed the exact moment when I started to cum, the hesitation as my every muscle tensed in anticipation and her legs brought me slamming down against her, deep within her, completely with her. Even as I felt my cock lose all control, shuddering and releasing its fluids, Mom's stomach flared more than before, her lips locking onto mine and her tongue thrashing about inside my mouth with reckless abandon.

Her back arched, my legs weakened, we both tried to moan but the kiss continued and then we were both exhausted and empty. A heaving, sweaty embrace of Mother and Son, still intertwined sexually but somehow more comfortable just being together.

Her fingers brushed through my hair and she gave me a tender peck on the lips, and then she was leaving, my spent frame collapsing off her into my bed as she gathered her discarded negligee and moved to the door.

"Thankyou Matthew, I don't expect that will be the last time, now goodnight."

And with those gentle words drifting in my head, I pulled the bed sheet up over my withering wet cock and gave in to the deepest sleep of my life.