Love of a Mother

This is not a sexy story, but is a story set in a genre that allows tenderness become depravity. and it might be slow at a couple points. Disclaimer - this didn't happen, yet.

Her pussy was more glorious then nearly two decades of yearning would let me imagine. Each desperate thrust into her gave me more forbidden pleasure than i had dreamed. Despite my quiet reserve I screamed her name over and over... MOM! Yes Mom! I'm coming!

How had such a typical family, three grown children, a long successful marriage, good jobs, and more yielded one of the greatest taboos? My simple belief is that active intelligent minds seek love and comfort from those that understand them.

My obsession, and yes my full attraction to my mother was nothing short of an obsession, started at the young age of twelve, as soon as my libido started it locked onto my own mother. Except for one instance where I feigned sleep and massaged my mom's pussy for twenty minutes (awkward coming from a 13 year old) I never let slip any other hint. Perhaps that one fleeting instance laid the foundation for our current passion. Nothing happened after this, for years - til i was nearly thirty, my desire faded for my high school years but surged back with the vengeance of a hormonal teenager in college. For every fantasy I had of ready young freshman pussy, I had a dozen fantasies about my mother. One mature women that bore a striking resemblance even let me get away with me screaming my mothers name (i let her think it was the famous actress that shared my mom's name). College eventually ended, but my wicked dreams only progressed.

I come from parents that are great people, that have weathered decades as a couple, and nothing on this planet could make me want to change that. My father however has ended on the path of diminished libido - simply put my mom's sexual requirements have gradually slipped off his radar, age sometimes does this. For a liberated women with a mind and strong physical desires and requirements the sad truth is that the available options for satisfaction only lead to ruination. My continuous analysis and scheming easily led to the decision of seducing my mom.

Mom is in my eye a beautiful women. I've always admired her dedication to fellow humans along side her ready acceptance of alternative life styles. At one point as a child she had me give up my bedroom to a brother sister couple, and I was always turned on by their inappropriate relationship. Perhaps it was these open tendencies or any myriad of traits that resulted in my mother and I's start of illicit fucking.

In all honesty though I blame drugs, alcohol, and isolation. I arrived a week before my father's scheduled arrival at the house where the only sleeping surface was a single bed, in the one bedroom. Of all my siblings, my mother and I share the most intimate relationship, sharing a bed/cuddling with my mother has long been an accepted part of my life - alongside erections hidden by cleverly laid sheets and an angled body to not contact her. At twenty years of age I had nearly given up this dream, almost then years later the dream hit reality.

"Honey, why don't we just share my bed? The air mattress downstairs seems to have a leak and it's only me here, it will be nice!" My penis led this charge tightening rapidly at the thought, my warped mind immediately followed with quick acquiescence. This was the situation that my years of subtle flirtation, suggestion, and outright pursuit of my mother had led to. Earlier in the evening I had broken out nearly a pitcher of manhattan's - my mom's favorite drink, within the course of a romantic comedy I made sure we shared enough drinks to loosen up our decision making process. After some chaste massages during the movie, an ironic twist led us to watch the show Californication, a particularly over-sexed episode. My mom was obviously and visibly drunk by this point and fully engrossed in the sex scenes of the show. I surprised her with a joint that we shared alongside several more manhattans, essentially stopping any rational thought.

I risked full contact with a lean and embrace, i was met with no resistance as my mother nestled up against my chest and side. I slowly caressed her, starting with acceptable areas on the back and shoulders gradually leading to her ass and sides of her breast. Painstakingly I pushed my borders, gradually sliding into forbidden regions. I reached an unparalleled level of excitement as i gently slid my fingers to a point just below her nipples, my dick could not have been any harder! This gentle start was tearing my restraint away bit by bit. I eventually succumbed to an over the shirt caress of my mothers breast.

Her only reaction was a gentle slide further on to my body. My confidence sky rocketed, my insane risk had turned into a real probability. I yielded to her body molding myself around her ample and supple curves, making no attempt to keep my erection from my mom's attention. I gently pulled her against my waste letting my cock nestle between her ass cheeks. With nothing more than a gentle sigh. I progressed with a soft kiss to her neck. Still, she pushed herself harder against me, as if we were just two people getting aroused, not mother and son.

All doubts evaporated, I was ready to fuck my mother, more I was ready to show her the extent of my love. All of her reactions said she was more than ready too. I easily lifted my mother, shocking her with my abruptness onto her hands and knees, where within seconds I pushed her dress up, her panties aside and plunged into her. I knew this could not happen with reasonable thought, fortunately my pace skipped over that.

Many men picture this moment as a slow and nearly religious moment that should be savored, I'm no different, but I recognized that hesitation could prevent this decade plus long saga from completing. My solution was simple I never allowed time for thought from the moment we started to the moment I had buried my cock seven inches into my mother for her to consider the consequences.

It really is a big burden to carry an illicit relationship, especially one that is universally shunned. The answer is to set such a sexual pace that even if the doubts arise, the mutual pleasure is at an order of magnitude higher than any social pressures.

My mom moaned again, four hours of nearly constant fucking had tested both of our limits. Mom was stretched naked on her bed pulling herself together, my semen had nearly saturated her well trimmed bush. "I love your sperm honey, I feel like such a dirty slut licking and brushing myself clean for you. Come behind me and see if i can slip up my ass, I've never done it but this weekend has made me want to try."

"Mom, are you sure? I am ready for this, and have the rabbit ready for your pussy and clit. Are you sure I can put this in there?" I said this while rubbing lube on and into her ass and gently sliding my cock's head against her tiny puckered whole.

"Love, do it. The thought of you filling my ass with your cock and fucking my pussy with a dildo is the most erotic and dirty thing I can think of." "Mom, stay still." I commanded as I forced myself in, I could tell this wasn't pleasing her, but I still voiced my deep approval.

"Oh god on earth! you are so tight, I love you! Mom I love you!"

I recognized in her the willingness to fulfill any of my desires out of love, but I wanted everything we shared to be for both of us. I gently tweaked her clit to orgasm letting myself rest hard and fully enveloped in her ass. The second i sensed her orgasm i pulled out the rabbit and thrust it into her pussy. Mom instantly hit a second orgasm, then I set it to vibrate holding her in an orgasmic state for close to thirty seconds. Mom was so immersed in the multiple sensations that when I resumed thrusting she could let go the alienness of having her ass fucked and give into a full sensory stimulation. I carefully thrust my condom covered cock into my mom's ass, building up to a powerful orgasm - at the last second i whipped my dick out and straddled my mom - pushing her large tits together to form a beautiful canal to finish my orgasm. Her breasts were a dream come true - soft malleable and large I had her squeeze them into a fleshy chasm that with some precum and a few long licks held my dick as firmly as her ass and pussy. I finished while thrusting through mom's glorious breasts, covering her face with a gush of sperm that ran from her mouth to forehead.

I scooped up as much as possible and had my mom lick my hand clean. "Honey, I need you in me. Again. Now." I thought my appetite for sex was higher than average, mom had just started clueing me into what a mature women could want. Hours of orgasms left me barely able to deliver, so i took control slid onto the carpet with all of the beddings pulling her to a position where she was nakedly straddling my chest. I slowly pushed her down from the top of her chest to my dick, slowly sliding her soaked pussy in a trail down my torso to the point where my now fully recovered cock was straining to slide to its origin. The eroticism of this moment tied with the strong love we both felt have for each other engraved itself into my memories. My dick slowly slid into Mom's warm tunnel, only a mother and son could capture the pure love we felt. Our bodies gradually built momentum, I gently thrust into her vagina, carefully angling to hit my mothers g-spot and she slowly built a riding momentum rocking back and forth to allow for a subtle build up of suction on my cock.

"Love, hold still for a moment and feel what I'm doing." I complied, leaving my penis buried to the balls. Intrigued I focused in on the sensations coursing through my dick. When the starting point is nearly absolute bliss, it is hard to imagine any advancement. Mom startled me with a series of cunt exercices that milked my deeply buried dick buried from the head up to the hilt and back again. Within minutes she demonstrated such talent I was gasping for air while trying to suckle her enormous breasts. My final orgasm came from a combination of her grasping cunt and my deepest thrusts. I had finally achieved my strongest desire and hardest life goal.

"Love, try to get some sleep, I want to have some fun tomorrow too!