There With Love For Mom

After a few minutes of sucking, he made me ride him. I eased myself onto the hard pole and started to forget my concerns as the feeling of the length of him rode in and out of my pussy. I leaned down to kiss him when I heard the door.

Robert walked in and I closed my arms over my breasts even though he had held and sucked them only days before. “Robert what are you doing?” All he had on was a pair of shorts. All of it was incomprehensible to me.

I started to get off him but Paul held me and stayed hard inside me. “It’s okay mom, don’t worry about it. I told Robert to come in.”

When I realized what they had planned for me, I protested, “No Paul, don’t make me do this, I can’t; please baby.”

He looked at me with thinly disguised impatience. “I want you to; I told him it was okay. It’s not like you didn’t fuck him before. I know everything and he knows everything. Who do you think taught him how to eat pussy? Just relax, okay?”

I weakly said, “Okay.”

By that time, my younger son had his shorts off and was positioned behind me. He pressed me to lean over and then I heard him spit on his hand. It wasn’t long before I felt the knob of his cock pressing against the pucker of my ass. Paul had resumed humping up at me when Robert pushed past my anal ring. I’d never had a man there.

It felt big, as if he was pushing a big rubber pole into me. I knew that a woman’s body would accommodate almost any size man but when it became reality and my son began stretching me, and forcing his cock deeper into my ass, I wasn’t so sure. I moaned and whined at the same time, “Robert, baby, do it easy, it’s too much.”

He pressed in at a slower pace and I was grateful. It started to feel good.

Paul meanwhile was tugging roughly on my breasts and becoming impatient. He said to Robert, “Are you going to fuck her or what?”

His lack of sympathy made it feel as if he was driving into me too. I said, “Paul he’s doing it hard enough.”

His response was, “Come on mom, it’s just a little fun.” He reached back and spread my ass open as his brother’s stroking managed to get all of his cock into me. “Let’s go baby brother, bang her good…give it to her. I told you she’d like it in the ass.” He was half right. I liked it and I hated it. Robert stroked and I could hear him building and accelerating to come. He probably would have within a minute when Paul said, “Hold on boy, don’t come yet.”

Finally Paul told Robert to pull out of me. He urged me off him and I was lying on my stomach relieved and catching my breath from my first experience with anal sex when I realized that the ordeal was far from over.

Paul was kneeling behind me, slathering something on his cock, and then on my asshole. I was about to find out what Paul’s larger cock would feel like in my tormented smaller hole. When I felt the knob pass the expanded ring, I kept repeating, “OH God. Oh God.”

I didn’t know how he was getting it in to me. It was fire hot and I felt every inch of cock that he was burying in my ass. I thought I couldn’t be stretched anymore without being torn apart but he kept giving me as much as he could. Paul was getting hotter as he plowed into my tender asshole and his talk was rougher than I had ever heard. “OH, OH, fuck yeah, you have a great ass for fucking Doreen, just perfect for squeezing out every bit of cum out of my cock. And that’s what I’m going to give you, I’m going to fill your ass with cum, that’s what you want isn’t it?” When I didn’t answer and only moaned, he took the two globes of my ass in his hands and spread me while pounding every inch of his big cock into me. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I responded. It hurt and I wanted it to be over so I told him what he wanted to hear. “It’s what I want, I want you to fuck me and fill my ass, fill my ass…” I kept repeating it until he was satisfied.

“That’s right, that’s a good girl. Now we’ll give you something extra because you’re such a good mom. He told Robert to get under me and work himself into my pussy.

I was rapt with Paul’s insertions when Robert entered my pussy. The double penetration led to strange unexpected sensations. The two cocks my sons had in me moved at different tempos. I was getting lost in the feelings as my younger son began to raise his hips and cock up into me. I responded by moving up and down on his cock as I leaned over and put my palms on the bed for balance. Robert held my face and kissed me. He then took a mouthful of my tit and sucked and bit the nipple until I could hardly stand the stimulation that was coming at me from so many places.

I thought I couldn’t feel more depraved. One of my son’s was in my pussy and the other was in my ass. I didn’t know if either of them was making love to me, or both just fucking me. It struck me that maybe I was getting what I deserved. I didn’t deserve to be loved for what I had started with Paul. Maybe I was being treated like the whore I was.

Just when I thought they would come and be done with me, at Paul’s lead, they both pulled out and had me sitting at the edge of the bed. They were both stroking hard when Paul told me to open my mouth. I obeyed despite the voice that told me not to. I took each of my son’s cock in turn and sucked them. At one point I thought they were trying to force all their meat into my mouth at once.

Finally they came. With my mouth opened they shot streams of hot come at me. They came in my mouth and they came on my face. My son’s were coming all over their mother and I just let them. Paul pulled hard on my tit as the last of the volleys landed on me. Paul filled my mouth with his sticky softening meat first pushing to the back of my throat, and then drawing it out until I had sucked him clean. When they finished with me, I felt desperately alone.

Here’s where it gets complicated. My mother didn’t write all that you just read, I did. I wrote all that about my mother, my older brother, and me for a reason. I wrote it through the night after we both had her, and when I gave it to her the next day I said, “Mom, I know how you’re feeling and I want you to read this. I wrote it as if I were you because I want you to know that I understand what you’ve been going through. Maybe not every detail is exactly as it happened, but Paul told me about every time he had you; he loved telling it. Maybe I never should have even listened mom, but it was like a great magnet that I was trying to pull away from. I didn’t want to hear any of it because it was you and Paul, and yet, I wanted to hear all of it because it was so exciting to me and if you let him make love to you, I thought that maybe one day you’d let me.”

She just stood there without saying anything and I went on, “Mom you have to know that he’s just going to do it to you again…he doesn’t care.”

She took the pages from my hand and said, “You’re wrong.” She went into her room and I didn’t see her until the next day.

I wondered if I’d done the right thing. I thought about all that happened when Paul came back and we had that talk. I had tried to reason with him. I said, “Paul, do you know how bad mom felt after you left? She was down all the time, crying. Why’d you do it man?”

He said, “Oh come on little brother, what was I supposed to do? Do you think I was going to fuck a forty year old forever? Look, Doreen’s a great screw but I wanted to go fuck around with a lot of girls. She went nuts every time I went out. It was just too much. And besides it was better to cut her off than leave her hanging on.”

“But you hurt her,” I said, “She’s so beautiful and sexy… and…”

He knitted his brow, looked at me, and then laughed. “Who bro, did you two…?”

I shook my head yes and he laughed out loud. “You little fucker, why didn’t you tell me? How long has this been going on?”

I told him, “It only happened once and when you called and said you were coming back, she stopped. She wants you, you bastard. Are you going to be good to her this time?”

“Sure, I’m going to be good to her,” he said. “I’m going to give the best fucking she ever had tonight.” He laughed like a lunatic. I asked him if he planned to stay and he just laughed again. “Man, I’m passing through here for a few days and I figured I might as well have some ass.”

I was about to tell mom but then I thought that maybe the best thing would be to let Paul show her what a rotter he was. His suggestion was the capper. It certainly never crossed my mind. He said, “Listen man, I’ll get her warmed up and then you come in and get some too.”

I said, “Are you nuts? She’ll never let that happen.”

“You have a lot to learn bro; she’ll do whatever I ask her to. You just come in ready to fuck after I’m in there for about ten minutes.”

Mom was probably reading while I was going over all that had happened in my mind. I knew what I experienced was different from what she did when I went into that room with her and Paul. When I saw her straddled over him I got hot. Before I went in I figured that if I was lucky, I might have her after Paul was finished, but when I was there behind her, I wanted her so badly I couldn’t stop myself.

If the thought even crossed my mind that I would have anal sex with her, I would have brought in something for lubrication, but looking at her beautiful ass waiting for me, I just spit as much as I could and put it on the tip.

When I first pushed into my mother’s ass and she cried out, I almost pulled out and left. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her. But she didn’t say “Stop Robert,” or “Get out of me Robert.” What she said was, “Do it easy.” I did it easy. I tried to gently slide in and out of her tightly gripping hole.

I remembered Paul egging me on. I didn’t pound her like he wanted me to but I did manage to give her the full length of me with each stroke. It was so tight in her hole that the rubbing on my cock made me feel as if I would come sooner than I wanted to. The sounds mom was making made me think that it felt as good for her as it did for me.

I was at the point of anticipating what it would feel like to let go and shoot my cum into that beautiful ass in front of me when Paul made me pull out. He got out from under her and went to the drawer where he knew she kept the lube. He put in on his dick and got behind her. When he shoved it into mom’s ass, that’s when she let out the yelp.

Paul was paying little attention to her discomfort and in fact, it seemed to turn him on more. I didn’t like the smile on his face while he fucked her harder and harder and I said, “Take it easy man.”

“Shut the fuck up,” was his response as he kept pounding her. I was just about to try and push him off her and let the chips fall where they may when he stopped and pulled out of her.

I thought about how he made mom sit on the bed and then stuck his cock in her face. She was staring off when he said, “Open your mouth,” she did and he pushed enough meat into her that she made a choking sound. He eased back and flexed his hips back and forth as she sucked. When he pulled out, he nodded to me to take over. I hesitated but couldn’t resist her waiting mouth. While she sucked me, I felt Paul trying to get in her mouth at the same time and I pulled away.

I kept stroking and couldn’t keep from coming. At the moment it was exciting. I’m watching it all happen again as mom takes the jets we released at her…some of them landing in or on her mouth and the rest…all over her. As soon as I finished, I knew I had let it go too far. I wished I had found another way to show her Paul’s miserable intentions.

When Paul left the room I sat on the bed next to her. She looked lost. I put my arm around her and said, “I’m sorry mom; did I hurt you?”

I could see the tears forming and she said, “How could you?”

I started telling her. I told her Paul was going to leave and she didn’t believe me. She went into the bathroom and came out dressed. She didn’t say anything to me. That’s when I decided to write what happened, as if I were she. That’s what I spent the night doing.

The next time I saw my mother she looked strangely calm. She said, “I read what you wrote for me Robert. You really looked inside me; I don’t know what to say. You love me don’t you?”

“Yes mom, I love you and I want us to be together.”

She didn’t respond to that. She said, “Well you were right, he’s leaving. Are you leaving too?”

I said, “No mom, I’m not leaving. I’m here, and I’m loving you.” I told her all that I had thought and felt about what we’d been through. Each sentence was just another way of saying, “I love you.”

“Robert, after all this, I can’t talk about anything.”

I said, “Take your time mom, I’m here.”

Paul left the next day and mom was very tentative towards me for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, and the rest of the month. But I could feel her warming, and sometimes, good things happen when you least expect it.

She started to sit close to me in the evenings while we watched TV or read and every once in a while she’d kiss my cheek for no reason. Having her that close wasn’t easy, especially when she’d rest up against me and I could feel her breast on my arm or her thigh against my thigh. My desire to touch her was so strong at those times but I knew that it was not the right thing to do at that time. So I kept fantasizing and masturbating in the shower with only one woman sucking my cock and opening herself for me, my mom.

We listened to music sometimes but she never asked me to dance. We talked about lots of things but she only mentioned our past sexual encounter once when one night out of the blue, she said, “Boy, that was some screwed up mess wasn’t it?”

I didn’t have to ask what she was talking about and I just said, “Yeah, it was.”

I had started college and mom worked as a manager of a shoe store when her fortieth birthday came around and we decided to go out to celebrate. She looked gorgeous dressed up. She had heels and stockings on and a dress cut low enough to see the fullness at the top of her breasts. I imagined standing behind her with my cock against her ass and reaching inside her bra until her nipple was on my fingers. I did nothing; I even said nothing. Mom said, “Don’t you think I’m pretty anymore?”

I played it down. I said, “I’m sorry mom; I was distracted. You look lovely.” I could hardly contain myself all evening, but I did.

At the end of the night she gave me a short kiss on the lips and said, “Thank you love, it would have been a lot harder tonight without you.” I would have given anything to be in the bedroom with her when she took off those heels and stockings and bra and panties and then once again touch her fragrant skin, her breasts, her pussy, and then once again be inside in, make love to her, sleep with her. But nobody was making me any offers.

When she told me a guy at work had asked her out, I almost panicked. She said, “Robbie, do you think I should go out with him; would you mind?”

I liked that she asked if I would mind; I did, but still I said, “If it would make you happy mom, sure; it’s up to you.” She went out once and that was the end of it.

It was that kind of thing for months until the night she came home from work and said, “Robbie, do you get lonely?”

I said, “A little mom, but I’m happy with the time we spend together at night and on weekends.”

“Robbie, have you not been going out because of me?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer but I decided I’d just let the chips fall where they may. I said, “Yes, I don’t know what’s going to be, but I know that for now, I love you and I don’t want anybody else.”

She said, “I read what you wrote again and again and I’ve been thinking about how much you’ve been here for me. It’s probably crazy to think we could do this, but right now I want to be with you more than anybody else. Sometimes things are right for a moment and then never again. I’m afraid to do it, but I’m also afraid that one day I’ll look back and say that I was a fool not to try while everything was right. I guess what I’m saying is, I want you Robbie and I’m ready to try it if you still want to.”

There was little else to talk about at that moment. The look on my face was the answer. She came to me and kissed me. There was more in that kiss than I had ever tasted. The kiss wanted; it understood, and it was love. We walked to her bedroom.

I unbuttoned the shirt she wore and unhooked her bra. When I touched the velvety skin of her warm breasts she let out a relaxed sigh and began kissing my neck. Her nipples rubbed in the center of my palms. I said, “You’re for me now mom, aren’t you?”

“Yes sweetheart, I’m for you, I’m only for you. Momma’s going to give you everything, everything you need, and everything you want. Just tell me baby, tell me.”

“Mom I want all of you.”

She took off the rest of her clothes and went to the bed. Her long legs were slightly splayed. She looked more beautiful than anyone had to be. I had wanted her for so long and now she was willing and open for me. The way she looked was only surpassed by the look on her face. I touched her face and smiled. I led a finger down her lips and over her throat until it rested on one of her nipples. I felt the rubbery tip rise under my caress.

My cock was raging by the time I undressed and my mother looked at my cock and had a sweet smile on her face. She reached out her hand and I walked toward her until she held my cock. She massaged the shaft and softly caressed my balls. I stroked her hair and said, “I couldn’t have asked for a better mom than you.”

She said, “You’re my beautiful boy and I’m going to love you like no mother ever could.” She sat up and took me in her mouth. I took both of her fully formed breasts in my hands as my mother sucked on my cock. I had been in her mouth before, but that was different. This was a mother loving her son with her mouth, sucking him because she belonged to him. She stopped and looked up at me and said, “Is it good baby…does momma make you feel good?”

As if she had to ask, but of course she was asking so I could tell her, and I did. “Yes mom, it feels so good to be in your mouth. I can feel your tongue teasing the head of my cock and rubbing under the shaft, I can feel your soft lips on my cock as I move in and out of your mouth.” She moaned gently as she continued doing incredible things to my cock with her loving mouth. I told her what she was doing to me and I could almost feel the cum building in balls.

I wanted to fuck her everywhere at that moment; I had to be inside her. I drew my cock slowly out of her mouth and bent to kiss the mouth that could bring me so much pleasure. I said, “I want to be in your pussy mom, this beautiful pussy.” I put my hand over the wet folds and massaged as my mother opened her legs wider. She got into position so I could enter her from above. My cock was hard and hot to my touch as I brought it to the opening that my mother’s fingers were spreading.

I entered and we both made similar sounds of satisfaction. I was inside my mother’s pussy and she moved to take me deeper, and possess me. I pushed in until she started saying, “Robert…OH…Oh…” and had taken most of me inside her. I stayed and then pressed until I was in as far as I could go. She wrapped her legs around me and I felt as if I could stay in her pussy forever. I wasn’t only in a woman’s pussy; I was in the woman’s pussy I wanted to be in. I was deep inside my mother’s pussy.

And then we both wanted to move. I began slowly stroking her; giving her the cock I’d long wanted her to want. She said, “Yes love, it feels good…don’t stop…good to have you inside me. I didn’t tell you enough but I always loved you as my baby boy. Now I love you as my man and I’m going to tell you all the time…I’m going to love you all the time. My sweet boy…in my pussy…in my mouth…”

“Yes mom, in your pussy and in your mouth…and…everywhere.”