Needed

Then without hesitation or any embarrassment, she looked down at her breasts. Bringing her hands up to the bra's hooks, we watched as she expertly released the seven front hooks. Finished, with casual pride, she opened her bra and let it fall off her back. My Mom's tits were breathtaking in their magnificence.

Her breasts hung about a third down her chest and possessed a mouth-watering softness to them. Freed from their container, Mom's tits seemed to jut outward and to the side as much they did down; still, there as an arousing shadow cast by the few inches they sagged down. Her underboob was staggering. With about two-thirds of their mass on the bottom half, my Mom's boobs were mesmerizing and even grander than fantasized about. In the past, I dreamt my Mom was wearing the colorful bras the models in the Sears catalogs wore. Now to see Mom's tits released was even more breathtaking. Her wide slightly oval shaped areoles rested on the swooping curvature. They were a soft pinkish orange while her slightly darker pink nipples jutted out erect and called to me.

I stepped forward and closed the space between us. My mother offered her tits to me by cradling them in her arms. Her big boobs rested proudly on her forearms. Mom offered her tits to her son. Lowering my head down and extending my tongue, I took long licks across, around her boobs.

"That's it Tommy. These are all for you now," she said. One of her hands held me to her bosom.

"All for you to lick," she purred and lick'em I did.

"All for you to suck," she cooed and I sucked on them.

"All for you to bite..." she whimpered and I bit down on her hard nipple.

"...and tease," Mom taught. I did by grabbing hold of her tits. By squeezing them together, they created mountains of tit-flesh and a grand canyon to bury my face in. I dove into my mother's treasure chest.

"Oh god Tommy, that's it. Oh god Tommy, suck your Mom's big boobs," Marisol immorally cried out and held me tight to them.

"Oh babe, suck your Mom's great tits like you've dreamed off. Oh babe, yes. Oh babe, suck my big tits like I know you've wanted to."

"Oh honey, I love you," Marisol purred as I suckled on her breasts. "Oh honey, I love you so much. Oh god you feel so good sucking my tits. Oh, Oh, Oh yes."

As much as my mind and spirit could spend eternity at my Mom's breasts, my body and lust was frantic for more. Her hands and my hands were all over her body and it was hard to tell who's were who's but it didn't matter. All I knew was we were soon tugging at her shorts. Together, mother and son got the waistband to stretch around her ample hips before falling to the floor. From there we worked at removing her delicate pink nylon panties.

Successful, I was eager to follow them and knelt down. However, Mom had other ideas. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, she tutored, "Hold on."

Turning to her left, she took a step back to sit at the bottom edge of her queen-sized bed. With her hold on my hair, she dragged her son with her. I obediently knelt between her spread open legs and gazed at my mother's pussy in awe. Covering her pubic mound, she beautifully owned a wide thatch of dark brown, curly pubic hair, which she obviously trimmed and groomed into a well-formed triangle before arching down and around her pussy lips.

There her fur was like two racing stripes running parallel to her bared pussy lips before thinning and reconnected to end upon her t'aint. In all, her fuzz framed her pussy with an attention to detail. And what a pussy my mother had to behold.

Mom lay back upon her bed and pulled me, willingly, against her pussy. I buried my face upon my mother's cunt and knew I found the Holy Lands. As I nuzzled my face upon her pussy, it was staggering how responsive and vocal my mother was. I never imagined my Mom could be so uninhibited. I guessed having decided to commit incest with her son, Mom figured there was no reason to hold back.

"Oh god, Tommy. Oh god, Tommy. Oh babe, Oh babe, oh my gods," She cried out. Smearing my face on her pubic mound, she squirmed beneath me. As if to stay grounded, she held tight to her fistful of my hair.

I smelled her scent and felt how excited, how wet my mom was her son . Her pussy had a strong musky aroma that made my dick ache with longing. The heat coming from her pussy was stunning, yet made me want to shove my face into her oven.

"Oh gods Tommy, lick my pussy. Lick it, please baby. Lick me," she pleaded. Uninhibited, her hand that held my head pressed me tight onto her cunt. I quickly discovered, unlike outside it, in the bedroom not only was my mother very responsive and vocal, but as a mature woman she knew what she wanted.

"Oh gods, Tommy lick my pussy. Lick it, lick it. Yeah right there, yeah that's it," she called out. Mom showed me, taught me where There was with the hand clutching the back of my skull. As if she were an instructor teaching her student-driver how to drive a stick shift, using my head as the shifter, Mom ran me through her gears. She tugged me up an' down, left an' right, forward an' back and her moans of pleasure became louder an' louder. An apt pupil, I learnt quickly how to pleasure Mom's pussy.

"Oh gods, Tommy lick my pussy. Eat me. Eat me. Yeah babe, like that," she lustfully moaned. I felt her contorting, squirming, dancing beneath my touch. Beneath me, I felt her writhing in erotic ecstasy. I looked up and with wonderment watched my mother fondle her own tits as her son licked her pussy. My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I watched my Mom bring her boobs to her own mouth and lick them. Entranced, grabbing a great handful of her right breast she was able to suck on her tits as her son ate his Mom's pussy.

Seeing Mom sucking on her tits, I matched her actions. Opening my mouth wide and inhaling, I sucked her pussy mound into my mouth. She responded by bucking her hips up to me and driving my head even harder upon her cunt.

"Oh god, oh gods, suck on my clit. That's it, suck it, lick it. Oh, Jesus Christ Tommy, that's it," Marisol taught her son. She guided my head to her nub. Finding it with my tongue, I played with the pearl resting on top of its stem.

"Oh god babe, finger my pussy. Finger my pussy while you suck my clit.

"Oh gods Tommy, that's it. That's the way I like it. Fingerfuck your Mom's pussy.

"Oh Jesus Tommy, you're making me feel so fuckin' good. Oh god babe, oh gods; yes, Yes, YES, YES! YES!!

"Oh gods Tommy, finger my pussy, faster, faster, faster.

"Harder, harder, harder, you're gonna make me cum. Make your Mom cum, make your Mom, make Mom cum.

"MAKE ME CUM!" she shamelessly screamed; and then, she did. While I wasn't an innocent, I never experienced a woman experience an orgasm like my mother did at that moment. Holding my head with the strength of an Amazon, my Mom climaxed. Showering me with her spray, my mother ejaculated upon me. Hot fluids washed over my face, drenching me with her love.

For seconds we were both stunned speechless, motionless. The only sound was her gasping for oxygen. Her body heaving, she wheezed fighting to catch her breath. Eventually between her heavy breathes, Mom started giggling. Shifting, she sort of propped herself up to look over her prodigious breasts and down into the valley between her legs where her son lay. After a few more laughs, my mother asked:

"After cumming like that I need to be fucked. I hope that's alright?"

Chapter Four

"For you, Marisol, anything," I pledged. Mom smiled merrily at her son's commitment.

Her question was essentially a rhetorical question. She didn't need an answer. She knew what her son's the answer would be. In an easy ambling way, Mom rolled over onto her hands an' knees and crawled up to the head of her bed.

"God, Marisol, you are so sexy," I praised my Mom. I watched her with admiration as she essentially, Assumed the Position and offered herself to her son. There was my mother on her hands and knees with her bared plump ass tantalizing on display for my pleasure. Her puffy, furred pussy begged for my attention. It was obvious she wanted to get fucked by her son as much as I wanted to fuck my Mom.

Without hesitation, I stripped down and shucked my clothes in under ten seconds. I felt no shame stripping down before my mother, sporting the hardest erection ever. With her head turned back to see, Mom watched her son eagerly undress. Unashamed, she enjoyed watching my enthusiasm at finally getting to fuck my Mom.

The bed shook, as I climbed onto my mother's bed. Mom looked her son with a lustful, wanton smile of debauchery. At first, her eyes met mine but then dropped down and brazenly gazed at my turgid cock.

"Wow, Tommy you've grown into quite the man, I see," she laughed with wicked decadence. From her blatant, sexual frankness, I never felt hornier. I felt so rowdy I would've fucked a tree hole. Blessedly, my mother made sure I didn't need to.

"Let me show you, Marisol" I boasted. With my mother's help, I was transforming from a boy to a man. I was going from Mom's little boy to being Marisol's man.

I began to feel comfortable and confident. Grasping the fullness of the situation, I felt I was getting my legs underneath me. I was naked atop the bed my parents used to share; with my beautiful mother nude before me, depravedly offering herself to me; her room already enveloped with the scent of her sex; and I could feel the stickiness of her orgasm on my face. I had come home.

With my right hand, I took hold of her luscious right hip. With my left hand, I grasped my cock. Aligning with her puffy, pouty pussy, I stroked myself against her. In firm command, I asked, "Is this what you want?"

"Oh gods, yes," she uninhibitedly whimpered. She bucked back against me, trying to get my cock to penetrate her.

"What is it you want?" I inquired. I slid the underside of my cock along her hot, wet, leaking pussy.

"You," Mom unashamedly pleaded.

"What is it you want?"

"I want you," my mother unrepentantly begged.

"What is it you want?"

"I need you inside of me," she besought, humping her body back at me hoping I would penetrate her.

"What is it you want?"

"I want my son to fuck me. I want only my son to fuck me. I wanna get fucked by my son like I've never been fucked before," Marisol proudly confessed.

"Your wish is my command."

"Oh gods YES!" she loudly hailed when I finally penetrated her. Lining my cock with her needy pussy, I grabbed hold of her thick, soft, yummy hips and slammed her upon my cock as much as I rammed my cock into her delicious pussy.

"Oh gods Tommy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she shamelessly, scandalously sang. Our bodies repeatedly crashed together. With a natural instinct and close kindred bond, I easily developed a steady rhythm. I pushed an' pulled Mom's hips shoving her onto my cock even as I drove my hips forward an' back stuffing her pussy full of her son's cock. Each time, there was the erotic sound of two sex soaked bodies coming together in carnal delight.

"Yeah you like your son fucking you, don't ya?" Her wantonness had my senses soaring. I could smell our sex. I could taste it. I heard our bodies merging. I felt us, mother and son, becoming one.

"Yeah baby, grab Mom's tits like that!" she enthusiastically cried out after I shifted. Raising up and leaning forward, I released her hips and held two more than a handful worth of boobs. Continuously, I slammed away at her pussy. Lovingly, lustfully our bodies collided together incessantly, incestuously.

"You are the best Mom. You are the best, Mom," I commended. "Fucking you is better than I ever dreamed."

"Oh god Tommy, fucking you is better than I ever dreamed," my mother unapologetically confessed. Hearing her words drove my lust into an even higher gear I didn't even know existed. Like a frantic manic, I started thrusting even harder down upon her; rammin' and slammin' my cock into my Mom's sopping wet pussy.

"That's it Tommy. Do me, do me, do me. Oh god Tommy, fuck me good," she boldly begged. Her sexual liberation was unleashed. She jubilantly exalted in our sex. Uninhibitedly, she expressed her love of our familial fucking.

After receiving a thrust Hercules would be proud of from me, Mom fell forward landing on her frontside. I fell with her, never severing our kindred bond. She cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."

"Don't you worry, Marisol." I had no plans to. We naturally adjusted to our new position. Later, I learned the position we were in, the Jockey Sex Position, was actually one of Marisol's favorite positions. She loved the feel of my mass upon her; how the direction of my thrust is almost all forward, not down; kissing from this position was incredibly intense; and she would get off from the humping and rubbing of her pussy and clit upon the bedding beneath her.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god Marisol, oh god Marisol, oh god Mom, oh god Mom, oh fuck," I chanted. I drove my cock into her pussy. The bed was like a bouncing bronco, like a willing third member to our choir pushing an' shoving, squeaking and bouncing.

"You are so fuckin' good," I told her. I loved the feel of her tender ass-cheeks on my hips as I rammed my cock into her.

"Oh god Mom, oh god Mom, you are fucking the best," I panted between my labored breaths. I was about to cum and was thankful. I was exhausted. My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen. My body covered in sweat, my eyes burned from the sweat running into them. I felt as if I ran a marathon and finally the Finish Line was coming.

"Oh... god... Mom," I labored. "I'm... gonna... cum... soon."

"Oh babe, I want you to cum.

"Come on Tommy, cum inside me. Cum inside my pussy. I want you to cum in your Mom's pussy. I want my son to cum in me.

"I want my son to cum in his Mom's pussy. I want my son to cum in his Mom's pussy. I want my son to cum in his Mom's pussy," Marisol fiendishly urged. Devotedly thrusting endlessly, I labored towards the finish line. Chugging along, I gave her ever last drop of energy I had left.

"Cum for me, Tommy. Cum in my pussy. Cum in my..." and then I was there.

With a final, victorious thrust, I drove my cock fully, completely into my Mom's pussy and unloaded. My first shot tore out of my cock. Starting with a shudder at my shoulders, it raced down my body and out of my cockhead; it felt as if I fired a cannonball. The second shot launched and I felt my troopers go charging out. My third shot fired right behind, followed by a fourth and fifth. Then finally the thick avalanche of cum oozed out of my cock and into my Mom and I felt her pussy tighten, stuffed full of my seed.

Finished, spent and exhausted I laid there on top of her, still in her, my semen swimming in her pussy. When she turned and looked up at me, I gazed down at her beauty. With a smile, she reached up. Tenderly, motheringly, she swept some of my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead and kissed me. With a pleased smile she said:

"We needed to have this conversation a long time ago."

Chapter Five

That was over thirty years ago. From that day, forever were our lives changed, all for the better.

Mom discovered a sense of confidence, and enrolled in college. In two years, she went from simply being a real estate agent to a real estate broker and then to owning her own brokerage firm. Having found purpose and motivation, I went from being a half-hearted lackadaisical student to a focused and determined one. After finishing CCNY, I transferred to NYU, and then graduated from Colombia University with an MBA. Before my graduation, I was pursued by some of New York's top investment firms; and much of this had to do with the successful portfolio I developed working with my business partner, Marisol.

Mom would make the initial money. Then having learned how, I would multiply it tenfold. Even before I graduated from NYU and transferred to Colombia, our bank accounts had added a few zeros to the end. We stopped living paycheck to paycheck and having to choose between this or that.

As a team and a couple, we became able to enjoy whatever we wanted. We were able to enjoy the finer things in life and enjoy ourselves. Since everyone knew we were business partners, no one ever questioned our relationship. We went everywhere and did everything together. Cindy Adams, celebrity gossip reporter from Page Six of the New York Post and Liz Smith from the New York Daily News would show pictures of me escorting my beautiful mother to social galas with comments saying more sons should be as attentive to their mother as I am.

Our family will never know what need is as a result of Marisol and I's efforts. My sister and Mom made peace; Wilma and she returned to being the loving daughter and mother they were. As a couple and a team, Mom and I went from being dollar-naires to thousand-naires to millionaires and beyond. From that needed day and that needed conversion, Marisol and I were partners in business and in the bedroom loving life and each other.

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