The Book of Mothers

All characters over the age of 18

The Book of Mothers

Chapter 1: Mother to the Rescue

Melanie Howard lay in her sun soaked bed and slid her hands over her stomach to cup her full breasts, her eyes closed loosely as she recalled the events of two weeks before. She wore only a short silk dressing robe as she lounged, luxuriating in the feel of her own lush body. Full, round breasts with dark areolas capped by thick, rubbery, wine colored nipples, sat atop her trim waist and wide hips and bottom. She might not have been a pretty model, but one look at her and anyone knew she was built for sex.

Her husband had left early to play golf, as he did many Saturday mornings. She didn't begrudge him his free time, she found ways to entertain herself when he wasn't around. Melanie was a sexual being and despite regular sex with her husband, and any other partners he wished to share her with, she found she needed time alone to please herself.

The mother of two grown children had always been a ready and willing partner to any sexual adventure her husband proposed. Swinging with potential business partners had been an excellent way to break the ice and make inroads where others found stone walls. Melanie loved the variety of lovers, reveling in the touch and taste of a new man or woman. She was sure Marty enjoyed the feel of a new woman in his arms and a new pussy to sink his tool into.

Two weeks ago they had spent the evening with a young, handsome couple that Marty had met through work. After giving his pitch, he had invited Evan and his wife, Jenny, out to dinner. That had ended up at the Howard home and that's where things really took off.

Jenny was a flirtatious little minx with a tight little figure and smallish breasts that she flaunted by not wearing a bra under her silk blouse. After another round of drinks at home, it was clear that the girl was turned on by the stiff nipples everyone in the room could see. Melanie had broken the ice by slipping her hand behind Jenny's neck and pulling her in for a deep soul kiss.

"Oh god, I've got to get fucked," Jenny had said breathlessly. When she turned, expecting to see her husband, she found Marty with a lecherous grin and an obvious hard-on in his slacks. "Oh this is too fucking wild!" she said happily.

Before Evan could object to his wife being groped by Marty, Melanie had slipped up alongside the handsome young man and slid her hand over the lump in his trousers. She couldn't help but think of her son, Kevin, and how the two were probably the same age. For a brief moment she felt nervous, afraid that he might not find her attractive. She was old enough to be his mother, after all.

Any worries she had quickly evaporated as Evan reached up and cupped her heavy tit before lowering his face to hers and they kissed deeply. In a blur, the two were undressing, hands exploring exposed skin as it came into view. Melanie's mouth and pussy watered at the feel of his thick cock, always keeping hold of it as she got his pants undone and his shorts pushed down.

For his part, Evan couldn't get enough of her motherly breasts. Her large, round orbs were in such stark contrast to Jenny's puffy cupcakes, Melanie felt he must be in heaven with her giant cans. He sucked and licked them until she was moaning, squeezing each and pinching her nipples perfectly to soak her panties.

Her thick nipples rose up stiffly as she recalled taking Evan into her mouth and sucking his rigid prick lovingly. His deep sighs as she worked her magic with her lips and tongue made her beam with pride. Melanie loved to suck cock, a fact that her husband appreciated greatly. Evan's cock filled her mouth and she had to work to take all of him, but eventually she swallowed all of him.

Before she could make him cum, Evan had lifted her back to her feet and moved her over to the couch. As she straddled him, Melanie was once again struck by the thought that this could be her son, Kevin. He looked up at her with such lust and desire, she felt giddy at the thought of fucking him. The added thrill that he was her son's age made her pussy drip with excitement.

As she rode Evan, they turned to watch Marty pound Jenny's tight little body from behind, making her shake and jiggle with each powerful thrust. The little minx was a vocal little fucker, moaning loudly and crying out in ecstasy almost nonstop. It was a special thrill to watch your spouse have sex with another person and she could see the love in Evan's eyes as he gazed at his sex pot of a wife.

The memory of that night had fueled many masturbation sessions for the mother. Each time she had powerful climaxes and they continued to grow in intensity. Each time she found herself imagining her own son more and more. It was a harmless fantasy, but it made her so hot. The taboo of incest had never much occurred to her before that night, but now she couldn't get it out of her mind.

It was then that Melanie heard a loud clamor from the kitchen, as if pots and pans were being thrown on the floor. Grunting in frustration, she withdrew her fingers and pulled her silk robe tightly about her body and sprang from the bed.

Marty was out golfing and no one was home. Who could be in the kitchen? And why were they making such a racket? She moved quickly towards the noise, wanting to settle whatever issue had arisen quickly so she could return to her alone time.

Turning the corner, Melanie saw Kevin at the stove, stabbing with a wooden spatula at something in a pan. The refrigerator door was wide open and he had a carton of eggs on the counter. Broken egg shells were oozing yolk onto the tile next to the package.

The unexpected sight of her son threw her into turmoil. Her motherly instinct was to comfort her obviously upset child, but her body still remembered the comparison to Evan and here he was in the flesh. She yearned to mold her body into his, to feel him respond to her womanly charms and needs.

"What is going on here?" she said. Melanie had meant it to come out with force, like she had done when he was a teenager, but her voice was softer, almost seductive.

Kevin turned to look at her and she suddenly worried about her appearance. She hadn't bothered to put on any makeup yet, as she hadn't expected company. Her hair must have been a disheveled mess as she'd been lounging in bed playing with herself. Brushing her wavy, sandy blond hair back over an ear, she looked up at him, hoping she didn't look a fright.

She needn't have worried as her son's face softened immediately at the sight of her. Melanie felt that flutter in her tummy, the one she experienced when she was looking at a new lover. A distant alarm went off from somewhere deep in the back of her mind, a faint echo of something she should be worried about, but she could barely make it out. Brushing the hint of worry aside, she moved to his side, filled with the need to be close to him.

"Is everything okay, darling?" she asked and saw the redness in his eyes. "Have you been drinking?"

Kevin shook his head and as she came closer, he pulled her in for a tight hug. He held onto her like his life depended on it. She soothed him, enjoying the closeness and the heat of his body. The smell of his cologne and sweat were heady and she might have become dizzy if she wasn't enveloped in his arms. She felt herself drifting, a whisper urging her to let go and let this man take care of her needs.

Melanie became aware that her son was quietly sobbing. Extricating himself, she held him at arms length and realized that the redness she had mistaken for drunkenness was actually signs of him crying. She led him to the breakfast table and urged him to sit down. She returned to the stove and began to cook up the eggs he had started.

A few minutes later she set a plate of food and a large glass of milk in front of him. Kevin ate ravenously and when he finally slowed down, he looked ready to talk.

"What is going on? What are you doing here?"

"Penny and I have been fighting."

"All couples fight baby," Melanie said, hoping to ease his worry.

"Not like this mom. It's like she's a whole other person since we got married. We haven't had sex since we got back from our honeymoon."

"Did something happen on your honeymoon?"

"I don't know!" Kevin said loudly, clearly upset. "Nothing that would explain her suddenly becoming the ice queen."

Melanie's heart was breaking seeing her baby so upset. He had been so excited to get married and Penny had seemed like the sweetest thing, they were a picture perfect couple. But she knew that looks could be deceiving. Only a husband and wife knew what went on behind closed doors, no matter the brave face they may put on in public.

"She says I'm nothing but a freak, that all I want from her is sex."

"Are you just demanding sex?" Melanie knew younger women could be sensitive about such things, that they wanted to be more than just a sex object. She herself had been that way many years ago. Now in her early fifties, being wanted only for sex had its own appeal.

"Mom, I've been trying everything. I bring home flowers, I take her out to fancy restaurants, I've bought her jewelry. Nothing! It's like now that we are married, her legs are closed for good."

Kevin had gotten up from the table and was pacing in the kitchen like a caged animal. It was then she realized he was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. He hadn't shaved in days, guessing by the look of his scruff.

"Where have you been sleeping?" she asked.

"My car. I haven't been home in three days."

"You look a mess. You need a bath."

"A bath?" Kevin asked, suddenly lifting his head up to look at her.

"Yes. A bath. Come with me."

Melanie took her baby by the hand and led him through the master bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. She pulled at his shirt, indicating he should take it off. Turning the faucet, she began to fill the tub with hot water.

"Now, get undressed and climb in. I'll be right back."

Once again there was a murmur of doubt in the back of her mind, a twinge of conscience that said something wasn't right, but Melanie ignored it. Her youngest child was in pain and in need of comfort. She was going to give it to him.

After retrieving a bottle from the cupboard, she returned and poured bath oil into the water. The scent of chamomile filled the air and she could see it calm Kevin immediately.

"Oh mom," Kevin sighed, "you always know how to take care of me."

She watched as the stress and worry began to soften his knotted muscles as he relaxed into the steaming water. Taking a washcloth, she began to dip it into the water and then wash his arm and neck. His eyes closed and she watched as the young boy from years ago seemed to return before her very eyes.

As she bathed him, paying no mind to the splashes of water that were wetting her robe, or that her robe itself was starting to pull open, she let her eyes roam over his body. Through the smattering of suds, she could make out his lean form. Melanie couldn't help but look between his parted legs and the piece of meat hanging between his thighs.

Her chest became tight in an instant and her nipples stiffened. She knew he was built like his father, a fat cock long enough to touch all the sensitive spots inside a woman. Why Penny was refusing to let him between her supple thighs, she didn't know, but she thought the woman was an idiot.

"Feeling better?" Melanie asked, moving the washcloth over his chest.

"Yes," he said dreamily. "Thank you, mom."

"No problem, dear. It's what mothers are for."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong with Penny. We never had this problem before."

"Maybe you are trying too hard," she offered. Her hand was moving lower. Her own needs were beginning to take over, as if she was no longer in control of what her body was doing.

"Do you think so? I don't know what I'm doing anymore."

"Well, you say it's been more than a month since you've had sex?"

"Almost seven weeks mom. Newlyweds are supposed to be going at it like rabbits, right? I thought she'd be into it, but since we got back from the resort she hasn't let me near her."

"Oh you poor thing," she said, but her mind was thinking about the amount of pent up sexual energy he must have.

Kevin was looking at her, his eyes darting down to her chest for a moment and then back to her face. She could feel her robe had opened and knew that her breasts were visible to her son. She gave him a welcoming smile, encouraging him to look at her. She felt the hunger growing within her. Her lustful needs had been set aside for a while, but they had never gone away. Now, under his wolf-like stare, she felt herself responding to his primal needs.

Leaning forward, she pulled him close with her free hand and buried his face in the crease of her bosom. His scratchy beard tickled her soft skin and his hot breath on her naked flesh made her nipples ache. Kevin let out a deep, ragged sigh. Looking down his body, she could see that his cock rise out of the water.

"Ahh!" Kevin gasped loudly as her fingers curled around his shaft. "Mom?" he asked, worried.

"Shhh," Melanie assured him. She began to stroke him, bringing him to full mast within a moment. The fact that he was so responsive spoke to the truth of his forced abstinence. "Let mommy take care of you baby. I know you need this."

Kevin was mouthing her tit now, searching for her tip so that he could suckle upon her teet. Melanie pulled the robe open fully and guided her tit to his eager mouth, her pussy gushing as he latched his hot mouth over the rosy cap.

"That's it baby," she cooed, "suck on mommies titty. That's a good boy."

She squeezed his impossibly hard cock, marveling at the thickness of his tool. Sliding her fingers over the mushroom capped head, her body tingled with the thought of him sliding into her soaked pussy. Her skin was on fire as he sucked upon her nipple and she stroked his prick. The taboo scene only made her hotter, hornier than she could ever recall.

Some would judge her, she knew, but no woman in her position would deny the sexual energy that she was feeling and only a dead woman would be able to tear herself away. She didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the needs of her body and her son's.

"Stand up," she said suddenly.

Kevin pulled away and then rose from the tub slowly, water dripping down and landing on her face and hair. She turned him by his hips so that he was facing her naked with his stiff cock sticking out straight from his body.

"Oh fuck," Kevin groaned as she took him into her mouth, wrapping her wine colored lips around his thick shaft expertly. Her tongue fluttered along the underside of his shaft, bathing his veiny sausage with her spit as she drove her face down on his root.

She could feel his insistent need in his pulsing, throbbing cock. Melanie knew it wouldn't be long before he would explode. After everything he said, she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out long and she was thirsty for the taste of a hot load of cum from her son.

The wanton mother loved to drink the first load of jizz from a new partner. She'd learned that men loved that willingness, eagerness of hers. Her desire to please them usually inspired them to do everything in their power to please her. Most men returned the favor with enthusiastic pussy lapping that always led to her coming like gangbusters on their tongues.

Kevin was huffing loudly as she worked his spongy cockhead deep into her mouth, pushing it down into her throat. His velvet encased steel rod slid through her lips as if he was slamming into a tight, vise-like cunt. His hands took hold of her head and held her steady as he worked his hips to control the depth and pace of the blowjob. Melanie felt herself melt away into a throbbing nerve that pulsed and sent pleasure to her leaking cunt.

"Come, baby," she urged him, the words getting garbled as his cock pushed her tongue to the side. The gurgling noise she made only drove him wilder and he fucked her face wildly. He began to tremble and shake and Melanie pushed herself forward, sucking him deep until her nose was pressed into the wet, curly hairs at the base of his cock.

She was deepthroating her very own son!

Melanie grabbed her son's taut asscheeks and pulled him towards her, urging him to unload in her throat. A moment later she felt the blasts of hot jizz explode and slide down her gullet. Kevin tried to push away, but she refused to move. Her eyes watered as she drank down his load, her pussy abuzz with electricity.

"Oh fuck, mom!" Kevin shouted as he dumped his load.

At last Melanie let up and lovingly sucked his cock clean as she moved back. Finally she let his cock slip from her mouth and then she looked up at him, her eyes ablaze.

Kevin looked down at her, grateful and embarrassed.

"Rinse off in the shower and then shave your face."

"Shave? Why?"

"Because I don't want my thighs scratched," Melanie said.

When Kevin came out of the bathroom, his face cleanly shaved and still naked, his mother was waiting for him on the bed. She knew the sight she was presenting, she'd primped and fussed until she got just the right pose.

She wore a white demi bra that pushed her girls together and high on her chest. Melanie had brushed her hair and applied a bit of makeup to make her skin look soft and fresh. A lacy, frilly white pair of panties encircled her hips. At the end of her smooth legs she wore a pair of white high heel pumps. The shoes were entirely decorative, but she knew that men liked such things. She didn't want to give her son any chance of second guessing what had happened or doubt if they should continue.

"Come here," she said, pointing at him and then curling her finger.

Kevin moved forward as if in a trance, unable to fathom that this sexual goddess was his very own mother. He never would have guessed that the woman he'd known his whole life was anything more than just his mom. Melanie was about to teach him otherwise.

"Come kiss mommy," she said seductively, parting her legs and offering him a view of her most precious treasure. The look of awe on his face was both heartwarming and blood stirring. The look of lust made her pulse race and she felt herself grow even stickier. Anticipation made her heart flutter as he crawled on the bed, his face disappearing between her thighs.

Kevin mouthed her pussy through the panties, the light hairs curling over the edge of the small piece of fabric that covered her sex, tickling his face. Melanie ran her fingers through his sandy brown hair, pulling his mouth against her slit.

"Oh that's it, baby. Kiss momma's pussy, kiss it good!"

Her hips gyrated as she moved her body against his hot, wet mouth. His teasing was feeding her fire but she needed more and pulled the lacy material away, baring her pussy to him. His hot tongue slid into her, making her cry out. "Oh yes baby! Lick me good, lover!"

She felt him pause for a brief second at her words. "Yes baby, I'll be your lover, if you want! Anytime you need it, you can come home and get it from me. I'll be here ready for you whenever you need me!"

Kevin attacked her gash wildly. His face rubbed all over her mound and Melanie knew she was smearing her syrup all over his face. If Kevin forgot to wash, would Penny recognize the scent of another woman's pussy on her husband's face? Would she ever guess that it was his mother's?

"My clit!' she urged. "Tease my clit, Kevin. That's it. Oh fuck, baby, you do that so well. You lick mommy's pussy so good. You are making me so wet!"

"Oh god," Kevin grunted, slipping his hands under her legs and then over thighs, manhandling her into position closer to him. He pushed against the back of her thighs until her back was arched and her ass was off the bed, giving him a better angle to eat her pussy.