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'Nice'... I wanted her to be ripped by the claws of Eros... I wanted her to erupt like I did when I came. Given my experience, I thought I would have to learn a lot more before I could do that to her. The good part was that practice would be something to look forward to.

I was in her pussy twice more that night and my control was improving already. She enjoyed that I was able to stroke her longer and harder. She was receptive to me each time I wanted her and seemed pleased that I wanted her so soon after coming. She said she had missed having a strong young cock inside her even tough she never expected it to be mine.

I was in her long enough for her to tell me that she was getting sore. I pulled out of her and said, "Mom don't you dare move; I'll be right back." She laughed as I went into the bathroom where I greased up my cock with a thick layer of pasty jelly.

She was lying on her belly when I came back to bed. I got on her and she turned her head and said, "Hi sweetie." I laid my elongated cock between the silvery globes of my mother's ass and slid the greased rod along, working it between the pliant flesh. I really had no thought or intention of being in her ass but when she raised herself and spread her knees the small hole became more exposed.

I put the cock- head against the pinkish pucker. After a momentary hesitation, I pushed. My mother came alive and said, "Oh God... oooh... oooh." She shook her head and some moisture came off her hair. She leaned her head into the pillow and reached back and spread her ass cheeks and I pushed in deeper. She repeated the "oooh" sounds but with a more guttural intensity.

I could see that I was big for her and inched in slowly before stroking her. Finally I had the thick meat all inside my mother. Even looking at the stretched hole with my cock in it I couldn't believe that I had been able to penetrate that deep into her ass.

I was more astonished by what came next. She started talking and moaning and whining. "OH Christ yes... oh... oh... do it... do it... give it to your momma... " I watched my greased rod entering and exiting my mother's ass again and again until the constriction of her tight hole made everything feel white-hot.

I pushed into her ass as far as I could go and then left it in savoring the sensation of her tight channel squeezing and milking my cock with the small spasms she was having. Any concerns I had about stopping evaporated when she started moving on my cock and pushing back.

"Yes ... that's good baby... oh honey... it's so big in there... in my ass... harder baby... oh honey... Tommy... Tommy... this is where I need you to be... in my ass... please baby... harder... please don't stop... "

I couldn't believe she said 'harder'. I drove into her ass and only held back a bit because I was afraid of hurting her. When I was sure she could take it all, I gave her all I had... every inch... with every stroke.

I don't know why, but with all I was feeling, it struck me that I was proud of her... proud of my mother for being able to take all of me into her ass and let me love her that way... and take pleasure in it.

I told her and I stroked her and I went in deep, deeper, and deepest into my mother's ass until her voice rang with a piercing "AHHhhhhhh... " as she came. She came moaning and talking at the same time... she came totally and I saw milky fluid begin to leak from her pussy onto the bed as the assfucking continued.

I was floored by my mother's response to having her son's cock buried deep in her ass. I was so turned on at hearing her beg me to fuck her it was almost impossible to maintain control. I let go with a burst of cum that made my body recoil. I continued to fill my mother's ass as her cries spurred me on until I had flooded her with my cum. I watched as the cream formed around the pucker that gripped my cock.

Her pleasure filled me with love and I told her over and over with each insertion of my cock into her. I couldn't imagine feeling better or more loved. I wouldn't stop kissing her when we finished and she held me as if she would never let me go. I wish she never had.

I was the happiest I can remember at that moment and we talked for a long time. I knew the sex was good for her and that's why what happened later disturbed me so much. I know because I made her tell me... I asked her what it was like to have her son inside her and she said, "It felt wonderful."

I said, "No mom, tell what it was really like for you... I want to know what you were thinking... what it felt like... what the experience was for you... with all the gory details."

She smiled and said, "You mean with all the lovely details... well... I loved that you wanted me so much. I felt it with every touch and every kiss. I don't think a man had ever desired me that way in my whole life. When you were in me that way, I stopped thinking. When you entered me from behind all I did was feel. And everything felt good: the length and width of you filling me, your hands all over me, and the streams of cum that you released into me. And especially the love and desire in the way you called my name... with each stroke into me – 'Robin... Robin... Robin... ' it was like a grasping at the wind... it soon didn't sound like my name at all.

I thought about being your mother and all that we were doing... and I wasn't sorry... I wasn't sorry that my beautiful young son wanted his mother's pussy and... and I wasn't sorry that you wanted to be in my ass... I just underestimated what your hard young cock would do to me." She let out a short laugh and then got serious again.

"I'd never had a man there so when I felt your cock against the opening I got nervous but I wanted to do it for you. I thought I was ready but when you first entered into me it felt like a marble pillar was working its way in. I know I was moaning into the pillow when I felt you opening me so wide.

When you had about half of that long cock of yours in, I really started to feel the pressure and heat. I felt like I was being stretched to the point of splitting. At that moment I thought it would be impossible for you to get it all into me but that was what I wanted. I remember thinking 'My Tommy is loving me with his cock' and that I wanted it all.

It was then that I started to relax and feel more than just the pressure and heat. I started to feel the sensations of your cock sliding smoothly in and out of my greased channel... the rubbing of those membranes started to send pleasure signals to my pussy and my brain.

When you told me you loved me, it felt good... it all felt good. It felt good to think that my son wanted to be in my ass and that was where I wanted him to be. It felt even better to actually have you inside me because I could feel you loving me with each long hard stroke.

When all of your cock was stuffed into me, I heard a long sigh of relief from you and I could hear the smile in it. It felt so good but I could hardly believe that it was only one cock that was in me. Your rhythm became a gentle one and the slow easing of your shaft in and out of my ass was satisfying and exciting at the same time.

I was stretched and filled to the limit but I had you all inside me and when you said you were proud of me and that I looked so beautiful... taking it... all of it... that was when I started to come... I mean really with cum. That was another first for me. I never came with fluid before... it felt so strange... God... I don't think anything ever felt as good."

My mother ran her fingers through my hair and said, "Does that answer your question my pretty boy?" I responded with a long loving kiss.

Our lovemaking changed after that night; and so did our lives. Mom was much more enthusiastic about everything; she even cooked. We slept in the same bed after that for almost four years. Being in her arms with her naked body on mine was almost as good as being inside her every night. I learned how to be a good lover for my mother and we both learned how to take care of each other.

I went to a college within commuting distance to stay near her and each day seemed like the start of a wonderful vacation. I wanted to live with her forever because she graced my life with joy... but vacations do end.

Very few lives are 'neat'. My mother's and mine were no exceptions. During the winter before I was to graduate my mother said, "Honey it's time... you have to go out and a make a life for yourself... meet a nice girl and have children... I don't want to deny you those experiences." If I had looked out the window I would have seen a white-flecked sky.

I was dumbfounded; I told her I didn't care about being married and having children with someone that would never mean to me what she did. I told her she was all I needed... I told her and I told her. We talked for days and weeks but she wouldn't be moved. She went on about the difference in our ages and a hundred other reasons why it was the right time for me to find a new direction. Nothing I said had any effect.

By the spring I had found an apartment for myself. Even though I wasn't going far, the day I moved out was rough for both of us. I didn't understand why it had to be that way and nothing she said explained it away.

Our physical separation didn't end our love life but it did curtail it. Sometimes I would spend the weekend with her and sometimes she would tell not to come over for a week. It was like being separated from a part of my soul.

I always thought she was wrong... wrong... wrong. I still do now. I went out with quite a few girls but couldn't get serious with any of them, until Pearl. My mother realized what I was doing after about eighteen months and took matters into her own hands. She introduced me to Pearl who worked for a few of her friends.

My mother set me up in both senses. Pearl had come to the U.S. to escape a terrible home life. She needed to stay and my mother thought I needed a wife. We suited each other's needs but it was more than that. She was an intelligent woman, about two years older than I. She wanted a family in a safe place and she was a loving person. My mother knew I would like her. I told my mother I wouldn't live a lie with Pearl... figuring if I told Pearl about our relationship she'd head for the hills.

Mom made me compromise. I told Pearl I had a woman I saw sometimes and was not willing to give her up. I didn't say who she was. She said she could accept that if I always came home and treated her well. I tried to. The wedding and decorations were white and it might as well have all been snow.

We all settled into a compromised way of living. I couldn't decide if some is better than none when your entire being wants it all. I didn't find it funny or ironic when Pearl said how nice it was that I was so concerned about my mother and visited her so often.

Neither my mother nor I could conceive of not having each other at all so we did make love, but not enough for me. I knew that there could never be a woman who would arouse me like my mother. She was much more passionate than Pearl and a lot 'younger' in her enjoyment of sex in all it's variations. The comparison didn't make my life easier.

I loved my mother but on some occasions my frustration led me to take it out on her in sex play that was rougher than it should have been. One time we met at a hotel not far from where I worked. I brought ropes. When we had played like that before we always used 'safe words' to signal if it was too much. I splayed her on her stomach and tied her to the four corners.

Usually we talked or role-played; that time I didn't say a word. Things were not going well with pearl and I was angry. I reached under my mother's breasts and pinched both of her nipples hard. I rammed myself into her pussy without the usual kisses and caresses. I bit her and slapped her ass. I fucked her. I had fucked her before but always while feeling love. Then I was only fucking her.

As I pounded her from behind for a long time, my exertions sapped my energy and anger. I stopped. The thought that I was hurting the person I loved and the person that loved me was numbing. I untied her and held her in my arms while I gently stroked from her hair to her breasts and ass and kept repeating, "I'm sorry mom... I'm sorry."

She was on the verge of tears but she kissed me and said, "It's okay baby... " In thinking about it afterwards I realized that she must have been punishing herself too because she never used the 'safe words'... not once. After a while we talked about it and the realization brought us back to more loving ways.

Things went on for a while status quo and then every so often my mother would go through the charade of telling me that we probably should stop or how I was going to get tired of her as her body aged. I usually answered with something like, "Sure mom, you'd be right if I was only having sex with your body... but I know that I'm always going want you because I love you. It's you... Robin... that I want to make love to... not just your body."

She would relent as she always did and tell me to love her always... and she would open herself for me and I would love her... and I would think how it was impossible to do what I was doing... being married and not able or willing to give up the loving of my mother.

Well it was impossible. We went on for about a year while Pearl and I tried having a baby. The Doctors weren't sure but they thought Pearl might be unable to conceive. This added tension in our relationship but not as much as the phone conversation she overheard.

Freud would probably disagree but I really thought she wasn't home when I called my mother. Pearl was in another room and hit the speakerphone to make a call. She heard too much. I can imagine the jolt when she heard her husband telling his mother how much he missed her and how much he wanted to sleep with her.

The confrontation was ugly. The names she called me were fitting and understandable. What angered her most was that I wasn't willing to make excuses; I would only say that I was sorry she was hurt, and I was but I had no intention of stopping. When the emotional tidal wave ended, Pearl suggested that maybe we could find a way to make it work. She said she needed some time and asked me not to see my mother until we sorted it out. I agreed and time seemed to slow to a standstill.

Finally Pearl decided that she wanted out and I didn't blame her. She left and my mother came to me. As usual, after not having her for so many days, I rushed to be inside her. When that had happened in the past she had said I made love to her in 'reverse gear' because I would take her quickly and then after we came, I would kiss and touch her for a long while like foreplay. But my mother always seemed ready for me to be in her... always with creamy drops of moisture to facilitate my entry into her pussy. That night was like that.

After our quick first lovemaking session I was sitting at the edge of the bed and my mother was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. I was admiring the curve of her back as it guided my eyes over her well-rounded ass. We were talking and I could feel myself stiffening as I took a virtual tour of the curves and openings. I said "Mom, come here."

She turned and brought her breasts to me. I inhaled and buried my face between them before sucking the long rubbery tips. Her hand took hold of my cock that was reaching upwards in anticipation of her. She eased herself onto me.

Thoughts of my other life faded as they always had when the wet grip of my mother's channel massaged my cock. By the time she was sitting on me, the sensations of her sex on mine had me totally engorged and hardened. With her legs wrapped around my back, we moved in unison in the lubrication of her juices. She kissed me as she raised and lowered herself as I pushed up as much as I could off the bed.

I put my arms around her and told her to tell me that she knew how much I loved her. She said, "I know you love me sweetheart... almost as much as I love you." When her rhythm began to accelerate I managed to turn her under me without coming out of her. Each of my full insertions into her pussy brought her closer to the edge.

I stopped every so often and remained deep in her to savor the sensations on my embedded cock. When I returned to an increased pace of stroking she said, "Please wait baby... don't make me come yet."

I came out of her and she took me in her mouth for a short time, sucking me with passion as she stroked my shaft. She got on her knees and opened herself with her hands. I positioned myself to take her analy. As she pushed back toward my saliva-coated cock she said, "Make love to me in my ass baby... so I can feel you filling me."

I gave her what we both wanted. I moved in her tighter channel almost as fluidly as I could in her pussy. As the friction heated us both, she took all of me up her ass. It was the feeling I always strove for... the feeling that I possessed her. When I had my cock deep in her ass, she was mine... even if only for a little while. I drove in deep as her hole stretched to receive me and then let the sounds of her pleasure wash over me.

Both of our bodies broke out in perspiration as the length of my cock pierced and penetrated the narrow passageway time and again. My mother said, "Oh honey, you can't imagine how I've wanted this... and knowing that I kept you from me... oh baby, can you forgive me?"

I said, "There's nothing to forgive... I know why you did it and now it doesn't matter anymore... there's only us mom and this... now you belong to me." I held her and pumped my stiff cock in and out of my mother's hole. I watched as the reddening circle stayed open momentarily and then closed awaiting my next insertion to stretch it open.

My mother said, "Yes baby... I belong to you... for whatever you want... mamma's here whenever you want me... oh God... " She reached back to take one of my hands and clasp it to her breast. The stroking into her shiny greased opening speeded up and she said, "I love it when you're in my ass taking me this way... it's so good... baby... baby... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... don't ever be away from me again... just love me... always... like this... always... always."

I calmed her as I continued stroking more of me into the hot hole that brought us both to the edge of orgasm. "Yes mom... it's okay... we're together now and I'll always be with you... and inside you... loving you and fucking you...like this... like this... "

When I knew that my eruption into her was past my control, I pinched her erect nipple between my fingers and gave her back a spate of love bites in quick succession. As the first jet of cum was released into her, the "Ohhh..." she kept repeating was almost a cry. The thick soothing fluid soon overflowed and the lubricating effect allowed me to finish with short rapid stabs into her ass and that drained us both. She was still apologizing as I kissed her all over her face.

Perhaps our separation was for the best because by then we both knew that that the only chance we had to be happy was with each other. I told her, "Mom we're getting out of here and going to be together. We're going to live together so we can love together." She kissed me and said, "Okay love... yes... wherever you want."

As she lay in my arms, her warm skin all over me I was filled with love and longing even though I was holding her. I said "Mom, I know we can't do it for a hundred reasons, but I can't help thinking how nice it would be to have a baby with you." That got to her. The flood of feelings was evident. Her eyes glistened.

"Oh my God... oh honey, it's beautiful that you want me to have your baby... it makes me feel so loved. And even if it can't be, you should know that I'll always have the feeling that you want to... with me. Every time you're in me and cum in me I'll know... I'll know... " She started to cry and I held her in the way that told her she was safe.