Mother Son Confessions Ch. 01

"Baby, you know what I need right now." With a wink, she sank to her knees as he had done. "I need to get a mouthful of this incredible cock of yours."

She grabbed him and after a couple of quick pumps, opened wide and took him deep into her warm wet mouth. Brett moaned and ran his hands through her long wet hair and holding the back of her head, gently guided her mouth along his cock.

His mother moaned and her light blue eyes rolled back as she bobbed her head along her son's cock. He moaned softly and resisted the urge to move his hips, instead just enjoying her working her full lips and soft, wet tongue along his shaft.

Brett noted that under normal circumstances the freckles around her nose gave her an innocent appearance, a cute girl next door type. But right now kneeling on the shower floor with her mouth full of her son's cock; Mom looked anything but innocent.

She opened wider and took him down to the base of his shaft. Brett groaned when she bobbed her head faster taking him all the way down each time. Her eyes were locked on his and she was making sloppy wet gagging sounds as she repeatedly throated his sizable cock.

She released him with a loud gasp and his eyes widened at the long globs of spit and pre cum trailing from her tongue and hanging from her chin and his cock. She quickly stood up and putting her back to him braced her hands against the wall and spread her legs wide.

Brett grabbed her hips and took a moment to admire the sight of her pink pussy and asshole peering from between her cheeks, then drove his sloppy, wet cock into her sopping slit.

"God yes!" She cried out as he pumped his hips, fucking her with long hard strokes.

Brett squeezed her slender hips and moaned as he took his mother in the shower. She looked incredible with her hands braced against the wall and her long wet hair across her back. Her sweet little ass was spread around his plunging cock as he watched; part of him still entranced by the fact he was fucking his mother.

Her pink lips wrapped tightly around his cock and each time he withdrew he could feel her pussy greedily trying to suck him back in. Mom grunted and groaned with each hard thrust and looking over her shoulder at him, she groaned,

"That's it, baby, give it to me, give your mother what she wants." She moaned and gave him that sweet, crooked smile of hers, "Anything her baby wants to give her."

"Then that's everything." Brett said, speaking sweetly even as he picked up the pace and hammered away at her tight little pussy.

"Oh, honey." She moaned, "I love hearing that! I love you!"

It certainly wasn't love reflected in his mother's face. Her blue eyes were wide and glazed with lust and her lips were parted, her tongue protruding from them as she yelped each time he pounded her.

Their wet skin was slapping together loudly and she was making a lot more noise than she did at night when they had to be careful. As Brett continued to hammer away at his mother as if she were one of the slutty little coeds he used to fuck, he found himself looking forward to this weekend.

Three days and nights of being with his mother and not having to worry, three nights of fucking her anyway he wanted and they could be as loud as they wanted. They could sleep in each other's arms and not have to set an alarm to sneak out of each other's beds. They could be a couple.

That excited him as much as fucking her did. His balls tightened and his cock twitched each time he pumped her. Knowing he was close, she moaned, "Where do you want it, baby? What part of your mother do you want to come on?"

"Those pretty little tits." He breathed as unable to hold back he cut loose and really tore into her, slamming his cock repeatedly into the one pussy society had raised him to think he had no right being in.

His mother screamed as he drove himself into her as hard as he could and with a gasp, he whipped his cock out and squeezed the base. Mom turned and dropping to her knees, cupped his balls and squeezed them.

Brett cried out as he released his cock and a long, thick stream of cum exploded from the tip and splattered onto his mother's perfect breasts. Caressing his balls, she grabbed his cock in her other hand and jacked him off onto her tits.

Brett moaned and whimpered as she worked his balls while stroking him, trying to get every drop he had to offer. He sent several thick squirts across both her tits and watched it drip down her nipples and stomach.

Aiming his cock higher she opened her mouth and took the last squirt onto her tongue. She pushed it out so it ran down her chin, then took just the tip into her mouth and sucked him dry. He moaned and as she smacked her lips he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Between the steam and the sex he was sweating in the damn shower.

"Hmm, that was so nice," Mom sighed, "And the best part is?" She cupped her cum covered tits and held them up, "Easy to clean up!"

She stood up and facing the shower, quickly rinsed off, then turning back to Brett, slid her arms under his and hugged him close.

"Thank you for doing that, honey."

"Oh, I think I made out okay." He laughed, stroking her wet hair.

"I mean sending Becky out with my mother. You saw me and knew I needed you." She kissed him softly, "You really do take care of me."

"You take care of me too, mom, you take care of us, I just help you help us."

"I'd like you to come lay down with me for a little while." She reached behind her and shut the water off.

"I don't know mom, we might only have a half hour or so."

"That's fine, honey. I just want to be close to you in my bed and...I want to talk to you."

"We have a two hour drive to talk." Brett reminded her as he slid the doors open and grabbing a towel held it open for her.

"Hmm, such a gentleman!" Mom cooed as she put her back to him and he folded the towel around her.

"Didn't feel like one a couple of minutes ago." Brett winked.

"But that's why you get those dirty things, honey. Being sweet and considerate makes good girls want to be bad. You get what you give, Brett."

"Then I will continue to give you anything you want." He laughed.

"Then come lay down with your mother." She said, "And I want to talk now, I really need to."

"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, "After all I was raised to never tell my mother no."

"And I've taken full advantage of that." She replied, but without a smile.

Brett frowned as she turned away and toweled off. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

******

"You okay, Mom?" Brett asked as they lay stretched out on her bed.

Despite his nervousness about when Becky and Grandma would be home, Mom had insisted on them stripping when they entered her room and locked the door, she said she wanted to feel him naked against her which put him at ease in the sense he didn't think he was in for a 'we shouldn't keep doing this.' moment from her.

"You know what today is." She said softly, turning her head to look at him.

They were both laying on their backs, his arm around her shoulders and her leg draped over his and he nodded, "I know." And squeezed her tighter.

"Still hard to believe." She sighed, "And life is so different and hard. You work full time and go to school full time and your father would have never wanted that."

"Dad would have wanted me to help." Brett pointed out."Just like he would have wanted me to stay in school which is why I'm not working two full time jobs."

"But you are this summer and it upsets me you're not having any fun."

"You're working two jobs too." He kissed her cheek, "And we have plenty of fun."

"You should be spending more time with friends and..." She stopped and gave him a nervous smile, "Brett I need to ask you something and I want a real answer, not what you want me to hear."

"Okay." He said nervously.

"Honey, you and I...what would your father think?"

"I..."

He frowned, he'd thought of that a few times himself, he was not only having sex with his mother, but basically hopping into his father's bed, having sex with a dead man's wife. But if he answered that way...

"It's complicated." He hedged.

"It's wrong." She whispered, "I know it is, but even as I say it here we are naked in my bed, with you lying in your father's spot."

"I..." He shifted his position, sliding his arm out from under her and propping himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at her.

Placing his hand on her stomach he took a deep breath.

"Mom, you're right. On the surface this looks pretty wrong, shit, it's downright...sleazy in a way."

"Thanks." She said softly.

"You said honest answer." He reminded her, "And I'm not finished."

"Okay, baby, go ahead." She gave him a sad smile, "You're the man of the house these days. You have as much say in this as I do."

"Like I said, most people would condemn us just because you're my mother, throw in the fact dad passed and now I'm in his place, it's as bad as it sounds."

Mom looked as if she were going to speak, but stopped when he placed his finger to her lips.

She smiled and he put his hand back on her stomach and idly caressed her soft skin as he spoke.

"But the way I see it is what did dad want most for us? What did he tell you when he became really sick, when they knew he wasn't going to pull through?"

"He wanted me to be happy; he said forty two was way too young to be alone."

"Right, he wanted you to meet someone and be happy."

"I don't think you were the person he was thinking of." She sighed, "I just keep seeing him in my mind and he looks so hurt and disgusted. I hear him saying "Our son, Allison? Our son?"

Her eyes filled and Brett hoped to hell he would say the right things here.

"You say that because you feel guilty and I've had my moments." He grunted, "Same thing, "You're mother, Brett? You're screwing your own mother? My wife?" I used to hear it."

"Used to?" She blinked and looked up at him her eyes hopeful, "What made you change that feeling?"

"Okay, first off, honesty. I still get it sometimes. But only for a minute and not like I used to. I think..." He shrugged, "I think we would be bad people if it didn't hit us sometimes, know what I mean? If we had no remorse there would be something wrong."

"Makes sense." She put her hand over his, but didn't stop him from touching her.

"Then I thought about it, dad wanted you to be happy and what he would never want is for you to settle for anyone that would treat you poorly, no more than that. He wouldn't want you with anyone who wouldn't treat you the way he did."

"True." She said quietly and stared down as his hand slid lower down her stomach.

To his surprise, Brett felt his cock stiffening as his fingers teased along the edge of her pubic hair. But he didn't feel sick or twisted; instead he knew what he needed to show his mother was his desire for her, his desire and his love as he told her why he felt they were doing the right thing for each other.

"Well Dad raised me to be just like him. Responsible, a hard worker and most of all, he raised me to respect women and treat them right. The two of you taught me what you just said, that I'll get more being a good guy than being a jerk and I'll get from a woman what I give them. Mom, I'm the exact kind of guy dad would want you with."

"Minus the son detail."

"But because I'm your son I love you more than any other man ever could and I loved you before we became intimate. You...you were so lonely and you wouldn't try to meet someone, you wouldn't go out, you just moped and you cried every night you kept saying how all you wanted was to feel what you felt with dad again."

"And you make me feel that way." She smiled, "You make me feel so special and so loved and so..." She sucked on her lower lip, a sign she was getting worked up, "Desired. The way you look at me...the way you want me." She swallowed, "Just like him."

"And who else would treat you that way? In away Dad got me ready for this, he made me into the perfect man for you."

"But what we do if anyone found out, no one else would think it was right."

"Not true." As he spoke his fingers trailed through her pubic hair, "We went on that chat room and we found dozens, hundreds of mother son couples."

"A lot of them are lying, they're just role playing."

"Not the ones we're meeting today mom." He slid his fingers to the side and down her soft inner thigh. She opened her legs wider for him and his heart beat faster as he went on.

"That's why when we were invited to the retreat I said we needed to go. We're going to meet people like us, hear their stories and we can tell them ours and...we can talk about things like this."

"Mom, if they're all happy like us that should tell us this is not as wrong as we think. It might be wrong for most people, but not for us."

"I like that." She whispered and as his fingers teased closer to her pussy her breathing picked up, her small breasts rising and falling with each breath and her nipples had stiffened. "You're right, baby. The people today they're like us, Taboomama is always talking about love."

"My exact thoughts earlier." Brett told her. "But see mom, we complicate this. Well I don't as much, but you do, you're doing it now."

"Then make it simple for me." She said, her eyes locked on his now fully hard cock. "God, I love how you always want me." She shifted her gaze to him, "Make it easy for me, baby, please?"

"I'm going to make it very easy, mom. I asked myself if I was happy. No details, no maybe this or what if that. I looked in the mirror and said 'Brett are you happy being with mom?' I told myself the first word that jumped into my head was my answer."

He leaned down and kissed her, "The answer is yes, mom, or Allison or whoever you want to be when we're together. I am happy; in fact I couldn't be happier."

"Oh, honey." She smiled and caressing his cheek guided his lips to hers for another kiss, "That was beautiful and simple."

"It's tough sneaking around and I think about Becky too, but...it's so worth it. Just lying here next to you is worth it and when Grandma takes Becky for the night and we wake up together? I have no doubts we're where we should be.

"God you're amazing." She gave him her endearing crooked smile. You sure you're only twenty, kid?"

"I had wise parents." Brett answered, "Now question is mom, are you happy?"

She paused and his heart skipped a beat.

"Well..." She sighed, "Not right now."

"What?" He asked, "Mom, I..."

"Come here." She grabbed his cock and spreading her legs open, beckoned him with her finger, "Come here."

His throat growing tight with emotion, Brett rolled over between her legs and sank inside her welcoming pussy. Brett moaned and sliding her arms around his neck she pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear.

"Ask me again, Brett."

"Mom," He breathed, moving slowly within her. "Are you happy?"

"I am now, baby." She hugged him tightly and moved her hips in time with his, "I am now."

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Author's note: Now that you have read this first installment, a little more about this series. As you read there will be five couples and you will meet the next three in chapters 2-4. From there the couples will get together and start sharing their sexy adventures as well as their worries about their lifestyle. Why this series is exciting to me is each of the five couples is different in some way, so hope is to not only have a lot of fun with this, but explore some realistic aspects of this type of situation. The problems they face from sneaking around, to guilt, to the fear of being discovered. Chapter Two "Rebecca and Derek" will be posted next week. As always thank you for reading and votes and comments are always appreciated. Lovecraft68