Chapter 1
It was mid-September. It was dark and a chilly autumn wind swept the land 
and made me shiver and draw my jacket tighter around me. I was on my way to 
Fredrick, Fred, to get tomorrow's homework. My mother and I had been to see 
my grand-mother at her sickbed or rather deathbed. She was in the latter 
stage of cancer and only had a couple of days or weeks left of her life 
when she suddenly called mother. I didn't even now that she was alive when 
mom told me that she wanted to see me. I couldn't see that my mother had 
gotten her looks from her but mom assured me that my grand-mother indeed 
was her mother.
As I walked the dark village-road I thought about the odd experience of for 
the first time in your life see your grand-mother and only be greeted with 
a nod of acknowledge and a long look and after that she asked me to leave 
the room. She wanted to see my mother in private for a moment.
Mom came out of the sick-room after only a couple of minutes. I looked at 
her but I couldn't see anything in her face about what it all had been 
about but I found it wise not to ask her as I saw that she was a walking a 
little stiff and the muscles in her cheeks were so tense that I could see 
them, so I let it be, hoping that she would tell me later.
That far in my thoughts I suddenly tripped over a stone which lay on the 
road and flapped my arms to catch the balance and when I again could walk 
straight the thought had vanished.
Fred lived with his mother, who was a widow since more than ten years, in a 
house that in the outskirts of the village were the houses lay on either 
side of the main road in a long row.
Just as I should walk up the stairs and knock on the door I noticed that 
there were light seeping out from the Fred's room were the blinds wasn't 
drawn completely. I don't know why I crept up to the window and peeked 
inside, maybe I found it odd that all the blinds were drawn but the wind 
was freezing cold and the blinds helped to keep the draft out, so...
I don't know what I had expected to see, but it certainly wasn't what I 
saw! I saw Mrs. Andersson stark naked! Obviously had she just taken a bath 
because she was drying herself with a towel and her breasts sway from side 
to side as she drew the up and down over her, rather flat, stomach and when 
she bent to dry her legs the breasts fell down and out in the most erotic 
way I had ever seen! I was so because this was the first erotic scene I had 
ever seen. The first breasts I had ever seen. Mesmerized I stared at my 
first pair of tits. My cock jumped into a new existence. Getting hard over 
the live picture of a nude woman!
It didn't soften when she stood straight and at the same movement turned a 
little more towards the window were I stood and peeped into the room. Now I 
could see her hairy cunt! To me it seemed to be gigantic! The hair curled 
up over the most of her lower belly and didn't stop until it was halfway up 
to her navel!
When she bent her knees and drew with the towel between her thighs I almost 
moaned out loud and when she flung a dressing-gown over her shoulders I 
almost banged my head against the window in frustration! I wanted to see 
more of this wonder! Just then Fred came into the room, he too was naked 
and still wet. His mother took a fresh towel from were it lay on the table 
and started to rub him dry. She didn't miss a spot, even his boyish prick 
got the same treatment as the rest of his body and she even drew the 
foreskin back and dried the head carefully. It was obvious that Fred wasn't 
unaffected by the situation because his cock swelled and soon it pointed 
straight up at his stomach. His mother smiled when she this and bent down 
and gave his prick a quick kiss! Fred put his hands on his mother's head 
and kept her there with mild force. I saw his lips move as he said 
something I couldn't hear but apparently had he asked her to continue 
because she sucked his slender boy-cock into her mouth and sucked 
on it for a while! That Fred enjoyed the treatment I could see as he cast 
his head back and closed his eyes as his cock disappeared into his mother's 
mouth!
Mrs. Andersson seemed to grow tired of this very soon and she gave him a 
light slap on his butt as she stood and said something to him. The lay down 
on the bed with Fred behind his mother and with immodest and practiced 
hands he loosened her dressing-gown and drew it off her and I could again 
revel in the sight of her full womanly body. Full breasts that hang down to 
the side topped with big, dark nipples. The stomach that curved down to 
were the hairy cunt took over and in all that dark, curly hair you could 
glimpse the long pink slit as a little pink flesh between the dusk of her 
thighs!
Fred took her full breasts in his hands and pinched on her nipples till 
they stood out from the soft flesh hard and stiff. He kneed them hard 
enough for his fingers to leave some red marks on them.
I could see how his cock looked out from between his mother's sturdy thighs 
and she reached down and caressed the red bulb and then she parted her 
thighs a little and at the same time she pressed Fred's prick back and 
before she closed her thighs again I could see that it disappeared into his 
mother's cunt, centimeter by centimeter till he had it buried in her deep 
cuntal canal!
Mrs. Andersson rubbed her slit with a finger in rhythm with Fred's 
thrusting in it. Her tits swayed as her son thrust his cock out and in in 
her.
Overwhelmed by horniness by the hot sight I saw through the window I had to 
take out my prick and start to beat it furiously. Just as I had my cock out 
Mrs. Andersson withdrew from her son's cock and for a while I was afraid 
that the exiting performance would be over, but instead she rolled her son 
over on his back, straddled him and sat down on his erection and let 
herself sink all the way down, burying his cock in the depth of her pussy. 
She started to ride her son and her tits swayed back and fro in rhythm with 
her up and down thrusting, up and down again on her son's cock.
Suddenly the blind snapped loose and up it went with a rattling sound that 
even I could hear on the outside. I stood there frozen and Fred's mother 
cried out when she saw me in the light. She jumped off her son's cock and 
ran over to the window and when she lowered her eyes to find the lock she 
saw that I had my cock out and more than that, my hand was wrapped around 
it in the classical masturbation-grip and despite the gravity of the 
situation a little smile played over her lips. She opened the window and 
looked at me for a short while.
"You better come in, Peter. We have to talk."
I climbed into the room through the window and she closed it after me and 
carefully she again drew the blind down, this time making sure that it was 
all the way down.
"Sit over here with Fred and me," she continued when she had secured the 
blind.
She explained for me that what she and Fred had been doing should, if it 
ever came out, mean that she would end up in jail and Fred in a foster-
home. Fred knew what was at stake. He had after all kept it a secret from 
everyone, even me whom he otherwise always shared everything with.
"What about you, Peter. What can we do to keep you from telling on us?"
"Well, Mrs. Andersson, if you and Fred don't mind... I would like to be 
part of your secret!"
Fred said it was OK with him.
"Wouldn't you think badly of me if I went along with that?" she asked her 
son.
He assured her that he would be all right with such an agreement.
"Well. OK then, I guess that is the solution then. One thing though. You 
can't keep on calling me Mrs. Andersson. My name is Inga."
She looked at me while she spoke and it wasn't any sad eyes that looked at 
me and when she looked away she din't avert her eyes to the side, she 
lowered the, down on my cock that now hang there, still outside my pants, 
limp and lifeless. "Oh well, I guess I can have some fun with this one 
too," she said and her warm hand sneaked down and took my cock in a soft 
grip and my young cock hardened at her touch. "You better get these clothes 
off if you want to play."
Eagerly I shed my clothes and soon I was just as naked as the other two. 
While I got undressed Fred had stood on his knees and was fondling his 
mother's tits from behind. When Inga saw that I was naked and that my cock 
hadn't budged she slid down on the floor beside the bed and standing on her 
knees she pushed Fred down on the bed and motioned to me that I should come 
up and stand behind her.
When she had arranged us the way she wanted she groped behind her, found my 
dick and steered it towards her hairy crotch and her cunt! So for the first 
time ever my cock wet its head with female juices. I panted in anticipation 
and all my concentration and feelings were centered around the sensation of 
having Inga's cunt engulfing more and more of my cock!
Slowly and carefully I started to move my hips back and forth making my 
cock glide in and out in the warm and wet cunt. Never in my wildest dreams 
could I have imagined how good it felt to have your cock buried to the hilt 
in a woman!
Fred's mother responded by pushing her hips back every time my cock made 
its way in and her breath came heavily through her nostrils while she 
sucked on her son's cock and fucked mine.
After a while my confidence had grown to the level that I dared to look at 
the naked woman in front of me. Saw the wide hips and full ass and longed 
after getting a grip on her full breasts just the way I had seen her son do 
a short while ago.
I leaned forwards, encircled her waist with my arms and I could feel her 
breasts pendulum against my wrists and I turned my hands around and her 
stiff nipples made contact with the palm of my hands. Curiously I pinched 
one of the nipples and was rewarded with a moaning from Fred's mother. She 
freed her mouth from her son's cock and continued to moan as I pinched and 
tugged on the hard, long nipple. She took Fred's cock in her hand and 
started to pump it with her hand while she concentrated on our fuck and her 
moans started to rise in volume and soon she was gasping and crying and 
her ass worked back and forth to get my cock as deep and as quick as 
possible deeper and faster into her pulsating cunt.
Her vigorous counter-thrusts made my orgasm approach fast and soon I had to 
let it loose and with a hoarse cry I started to pump my sperm inside her 
hungry pussy. My legs gave up all strength and I sank down on the floor.
Just as my ass hit the floor Fred's mother stood and climbed up on top of 
her son and again sank she down on his stiff cock and resting on her elbows 
she drew her cunt up and down along her sons prick and every time he hit 
bottom in his mother's cunt you could hear a slurping sound when his cock 
churned around in my deposited sperm.
Curiously I crept down to the foot of the bed from were I could see the 
parts of the fucking couple that I was interested in. I saw Inga's cunt, 
stretched wide, glistering wet and hotly swollen as it greedily closed 
around Fred's slim cock.
I could feel how my own hornyness again started to build up and when Fred 
with a long moan emptied his sperm-filled balls in his mother's pussy.
As soon as I saw the last convulsions along his cock I took Inga around her 
hips and rolled her down off her son and just slammed my cock in her by now 
loose cunt. I pumped her pussy with fast, sharp stabs, just like a rabbit 
and she just lay still and enjoyed the fuck. My stamina was a bit better 
than the previous time but soon, much to soon, I could feel the first spasm 
as my cock readied itself for another shot of sperm in this welcoming cunt.
I fell down beside her and side by side three satisfied people lay on 
Fred's bed with Fred's mother in the middle.
As I again found my way in that windy and dark night I wondered how it all 
had started with Fred and his mother. I had to ask him. Maybe I could 
expand my horizons a little and get my own... I didn't dare to think the 
thought. Still...
The next day as Fred and I walked together to school we talked about what 
had happened last night.
"Did you like it?" he asked me.
At first I thought it was a rhetorical question but when he looked at me I 
understood that he was serious. That he needed some reassurance that what 
he, we, had done was OK. I assured him that it was the best thing that I 
had ever experienced and that I loved every minute of it. I wanted to say 
that loved every stroke of it, but I didn't dare.
"Do you think I... that your mother will allow me to... I mean do you 
think...?"
"If she will fuck you again? Sure. Anytime. At evenings when the risk for 
anybody coming to our house is minimal. Fridays and Saturdays would be the 
best."
After the next session I asked Fred how it all had happened.
"Oh. I really can't tell. It sort of just happened. One day we wasn't 
fucking the next we were."
I didn't approve of his way of talking about his mother. If it had been my 
mother I would never have been able to talk about her in that sort of tone 
or manner.
Of course my mother was totally unlike Inga. Were Inga was plump and rather 
big, that is the ass and tits apartment, my mother was small and delicate. 
Her butt was small, high and pouting and her tits was hardly to be noticed 
under her blouse or shirt. Mom had long, slim legs a waist that narrowed 
considerably and hips that seemed to swell out because of her slim waist. I 
had never seen her naked but sometimes she wore rather tight clothes so I 
knew vaguely how she was molded.
Chapter 2
The first week of October my grandmother died and we went to her funeral a 
couple of days later. There were about a dozen of people attending the 
funeral service and some of them gave my mother a nod of acknowledging but 
most of them just looked at her - and me. I didn't see mother shed any 
tears, not at the funeral and not afterwards either. Maybe she cried in her 
room, that I don't know.
A week after the funeral mother got a letter from her mother's lawyer 
asking her to contact them or, which would be the best, visit them as soon 
as possible and a couple of days later she went to see them while I was in 
school. When she came back I asked her what they had wanted but she only 
said that she would tell me later. She had to catch up with her work, she 
was a seamstress and made dresses for most of the women in our village and 
for some women in neighboring villages as well and we made a rather 
good living on what she earned. Most people even seemed to accept the fact 
that she was a lone mother and no husband in sight. I don't think there 
ever was one. I had asked her about my father on many occasions but she 
always evaded my questions.
About a week after mother's visit to the lawyers I was in the bathroom 
getting ready for bed when I saw that a pair of her panties were carelessly 
thrown in the hamper and on impulse I took them out of it and looked them 
over. I held them up by the elastic and admired them. They were just plain 
white cotton panties so there wasn't anything about them that could get me 
exited. I was just about to throw them back in the hamper when I, on 
impulse, lifted them to my nose and inhaled. A very faint whiff of a smell 
could be smelled. My mother's smell! Now there was something to get exited 
about and I didn't have to coax my cock into stiffness it did it all by 
itself! It reminded me of the way Inga smelled when she got aroused. But 
there was some difference between them. I couldn't quit tell what it was 
because the smell that emanated from my mother's panties was almost to 
faint to notice. Just as I buried my nose in the crotch of my mother's 
panties the door to the bathroom opened and of course mother took a step 
inside before she realized that it was occupied.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were finished..." she started but when she saw 
what I was doing her eyes grew big and she turned a little red over her 
cheekbones. "What... What..." she stammered.
"Oh! I'm sorry mom!" I mumbled, ashamed and fled the bathroom, forgetting 
that I still had my mother's panties in my hand!
I jumped into bed and only wasting time to shed my boxers before I hid 
under the blankets. Two of them inside a påslakan. It was in mid October 
and the wind was cold and just listen to it whine while it hit itself 
against the walls of the house made you shiver. But it wasn't because of 
that that I hid under the blankets. I was ashamed, and a little frightened 
too. Getting caught by your with her panties pressed against your nose 
isn't exactly the normal thing for a kid aged fourteen (and almost a half). 
With a shudder I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door and a moment later 
my mother entered clothed in her nightgown. I wish I could say that it was 
a sexy gown but it wasn't. It was an old flannel-nightie that had lost 
almost all of it's original color to all the washing-powder that had worked 
its miracle on it.
"I want to talk to you," she said as she stood beside my bed. I tried to 
read the tone of voice she used but it didn't seem any different from 
normal. Maybe there was a little quiver to it, but nothing else.
Just then I realized that I lay there in bed with my mother's panties 
clutched in my right hand and I stiffened so I lay there almost at 
attention, yes *all* of me was at attention as I felt the soft piece of 
cotton in my hand and I felt a little ashamed by it. Not much but enough 
for mother to see the expression on my face. She didn't comment 
it but sat at my bedside.
"There's going to be some, no a lot of, changes from now on," she said in a 
serious voice.
'Oh, shit,' I thought. 'I'm in big trouble! Why the hell did she have to 
leave them there hanging out for me to see them? Why did I have to sniff 
them for? And if I hadn't happened to catch Fred and his mother at it this 
wouldn't happen. But on the other hand I would still be a virgin so...'
"As you know I was in town and met the lawyers handling my mother's will," 
she said after a while.
I just looked at her. Was this all?
"Oh, Peter darling," she suddenly cried. "I'm going to loose you!"
Tears was streaming down her cheeks and I could feel a lump in my throat as 
I saw my mother's tears. This was the first time I had ever seen her cry. I 
felt more ashamed than I had ever done in my whole life and I just wished 
that I could disappear in thin air, not with a puff or a bang, just 
silently vanish into some unknown dimension or whatever.
"I-I-'m so sorry," I said feeling the tears start to form in my eyes too.
"Oh, darling, it isn't your fault!"
"Oh? No?"
"No, silly. It's my mother's fault! Your... your grand-mother's fault. Oh 
how could she?!"
"What? What?" I asked totally bewildered.
She swept the streaks of tears away with the palm of her hand but still 
there was a rill of tears running down her cheeks, not as freely as before 
but still a considerable flow of liquid and when she looked at me her eyes 
were red and puffy.
"Oh. I'm sorry. You don't know, do you?"
"N-nooo?"
"I'll tell you everything now." Suddenly she shivered a little. "It's cold 
tonight, move over let me creep down to you."
This was the first time that I could remember that I and mother was in the 
same bed together, I'm sure that I slept a lot with her when I was a baby, 
but ever since my fifth birthday I'm sure that I have slept on my own. Been 
alone in my bed at least. As I moved a little closer to the wall I suddenly 
became aware of my hardon. It hadn't subsided despite the traumatic, 
almost, situation and I hoped that I would be spared another traumatic 
experience, that of my mother finding out about my erection! And the 
panties in my clutched hand hadn't disappeared either. I tried to will my 
cock into a flaccid state to no avail. It stood as proudly as ever. Now I 
could only hope that mother didn't notice my condition. Why would she? She 
was laying on her back beside me and I lay on my back as close to the wall 
as I could.
We lay side by side and nothing of the explanation mother had promised me 
was spoken and just as I thought that maybe she had fallen asleep she 
sniffed a little and turned her face towards me.
"I don't know where to start," she began. "It's a very, very long story." 
Again she fell silent. "On the other hand it isn't. When I was just fifteen 
I became pregnant. Mother kicked me out and dad died a short while later. 
It wasn't my fault. And it wasn't mother's fault either. He died in bed 
with his secretary so if it was anybody's fault it was hers and his own. 
Anyhow. Of course mother inherited everything. Your grandfather was a 
rather rich man. Old money, old company, old family and all that shit."
I was stunned of what she said about her mother kicking her out at the age 
of fifteen but now I couldn't keep silent any longer.
"Your mother kicked you out?! But-but you was almost my age!"
"Oh, she kicked me out of the family but she didn't leave me to tend for 
myself. I grew up, and had you, at a poor distant relative. A biblethumper 
and I fled that house as soon as I could after I had found this little 
house. I had gotten some money when I... left home and I used it to buy 
this place. Sewing I had learned partly in school and partly by aunt Ellen 
who never seemed to do anything else..." Suddenly she giggled a little. "It 
strikes me that neither do I! But I don't read the Bible and I don't go to 
church so there must be some hope for me yet!"
She shoved her elbow in my ribs as she continued her giggling for a while.
"Well, back to the story of my life. You know most of the rest. We moved 
here, you grew up here and we were accepted here, which in it self was a 
wonder. Being an unwed mother and as young as I was it was more likely that 
I would've been neglected or given the cold shoulder. And you found some 
friends too."
"One," I mumbled. It wasn't quite true though. Fred was the only one who 
lived close enough to visit without wasting fifteen to twenty minutes 
biking to and the same back, but as I played soccer rather good and was a 
member of the local soccer-team I had quite a lot of friends on the team, 
but most of them lived even further away then the fifteen minute bikeride. 
I liked Fred. He was a good friend and so was his mother!
"That can't be true. I hardly ever see you anymore."
"Hum, OK..." I mumbled.
"Oh honey! I don't blame you. It's part of growing up! Being a boy."
Mother turned completely towards me and gave me a hug and doing so her hip 
landed on my fisted hand. I could feel the warmth from her through her 
nightie and it didn't do my poor hardon any good knowing that it was her 
thigh that pressed against my hand.
After the hug she didn't let go of me but she lifted her head and rested it 
on my shoulder. Her hair tickled my throat and her breathing was quiet and 
slow but the hot air brushed over my chest and it made me feel warm. Warm 
and... secure? Content?
Mother's hand stroked me lightly over my chest. There wasn't anything 
sexual about it. It was as if she absentmindedly stroked a piece of textile 
and nothing else.
"I don't know if I ever told you that my parents were... Well, they were 
rich. Very rich. Why dad had to work himself to death I don't know." Again 
she was silent for a while. "Anyhow. Mother got it all when he died and now 
she has given it all to you. You are a rich young man now."
"I am?"
"Yes. After taxes and all that stuff there's still a seven-figure amount of 
money."
'Wow,' I thought. 'One hundred thousand! That's a lot of money! Wait... 
Seven figures? That's-that's that's a million! A million!'
"But-but that's a-a million!" I stammered.
"Yes. And more," mother said matter of factly. "And that's not the worse 
part. You must learn, know, understand that money corrupt. I think that is 
why your grand-mother left everything to you. She wanted to get some 
revenge. She almost told me so. She told me that she loved me very much and 
that there hadn't been a day when she hadn't thought of me, but at the same 
time she didn't like me and her love couldn't override her dislike."
"That's impossible!"
"Oh, yes. I think so to, but on the other hand I don't have any reason to 
doubt what she told me. She didn't want any reconciliation or forgiveness 
or give any."
My thought went out on there own and I hardly listened to my mother's tale 
anymore. I could by anything I wanted! And still have money left! As I 
daydreamed of everything that I wanted I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning mother wasn't there. What was there was the 
crisp residue of an orgasm on my stomach! My god! What if I had a wet dream 
with my mother in bed beside me?! Even more embarrassing was that my 
mother's panties lay beside me. Not crumpled up but neatly folded! Again my 
god! She saw them! Suddenly I remembered that she had caught me last night 
with her panties pressed against my face!
Reluctantly I made my way to the kitchen after the usual detour to the 
bathroom and mumbled my 'goodmorningmom' before I sat down and had 
breakfast.
Mother and I didn't talk much before it was time for me to go to school and 
as usual when Fred rang the bell three times I gave mom a hug and left.
I didn't know if I should tell Fred about last nights incident but decided 
that I should. After all there weren't that many secrets between us now 
when I regularly fucked his mother.
He listened to my story when I told him about last night, I even told him 
about my grandmother's will and after I was finished he just looked at me 
for a while and I could hear a couple of crows chatting out in the almost 
black field.
"Well, it seems to me that you have the upper hand. There's a couple of 
options, and I'm sure you've thought about them yourself already."
"So?"
"Well, you can make her dependent of you by buying things to her, you know 
clothes, new sewing-machine or what ever, or..."
"Yes. Or what?"
"Or you could give her the money!"
"What? No. I mean no I hadn't thought of that!"
"You don't have to *give* her the money, just the control of it, till your 
old enough to handle it yourself."
"Y-e-e-sss," I said. "That could..."
"Try it then. You can always change your mind later and it would give you 
some time to come to terms of being rich."
I hadn't asked him to keep it to himself. I didn't want to insult him. Ever 
since I had met Fred he had never told anyone about anything that I had 
said to him in confidence.
"Mhm. Sounds good to me."
"You'll keep me up to date, wont you? I mean about your progress."
"Hum, ah, yes, sure. As soon as anything happens I'll let you know. If 
anything happens."
"Good."
I didn't approach my mother about the subject until about a week later. It 
was a Saturday evening and I was about to go to bed.
"Oh, mom, could I talk with you for a while when your ready for the night?" 
I asked.
"Sure, honey. I'll stop by and say goodnight then," my not suspecting 
mother answered.
I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading, Old Shatterhand by a 
German author, though I at the time thought he was an American since it was 
about Indians and white men, named Carl Mai, which I had borrowed at the 
school library but I found it hard to read. I had to read the same 
paragraph again and again and still I didn't get any further. And then 
finally I could hear my mother's footsteps approaching and soon after 
there was a light tap on the door and mom came in. She sat at my bedside. I 
flipped a corner of my covers to the side, inviting my mother into my bed. 
She did hesitate for a second but she accepted my invitation and crept down 
beside me and again I could feel her body close to mine and my cock 
responded to the closeness and I could feel it roll up on my stomach as it 
swelled but didn't get hard.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"Well it's two things. First of all; I don't remember anything of what you 
told me the other night about your mother and father. I was to... stunned 
by the... money, you know. And the second thing is the money."
"OK. Which will you start with?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the money?"
"OK. What do you want to know?"
"Well. I was in the library the other day and read a book about finance. Or 
rather I tried to read about it and I didn't understand shit."
"Peter!"
"Sorry. I didn't understand iota (I must say that reading gives you a 
better than average vocabulary and I was rather proud of the word) and that 
made me wonder how I should be able to handle any money at all."
"The lawyers would be delighted to handle it for you."
"Do I know them?"
"No."
"Can I trust them?"
"Oh. I suppose so. They must be used to..."
"Are they your parents lawyers?"
"Yes."
"Then I don't want to have anything to do with them!"
"You can't blame them for what my parents did!"
"No. I don't. I just don't trust them!"
"I don't think that you can change to another lawyer since they are set up 
in the will to be your guardians but you may talk to the bank manager to 
handle the money that you get every month."
"No. I want you to handle them. Your the only one I trust. And maybe we can 
discuss every investment and that way I can learn how to handle it."
"OK if that is what you want."
"So, do you mind repeating your story for me? I promise to listen this 
time."
Mom giggled a little at my words.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I remember how boring I found it when my 
parents... told their stories to me. Are you ready? It's a long story 
sooo."
I turned a little towards her so I could look at her face.
"OK. Shoot!"
Mother had her eyes fixed at some point on the ceiling but a little smile 
flickered around the corners of her mouth before she started to tell her 
story.
Ten minutes later I could feel my arms start to go numb and I turned a 
little more towards her. Now I lay on my side and found that I didn't know 
were to put my hand so I decided to let it rest on her waist. Just as I 
lifted my hand and let it fall down again mom turned a little and my hand 
landed on her stomach instead of on her waist. I could feel the little hole 
were her navel was and the roundness of her stomach were it was at its 
highest. I didn't dare to move my hand expecting mother to push it away any 
time but she let it stay were it was. I considered letting it stray down a 
little but didn't dare so I just lay there feeling her stomach rise and 
fall in rhythm with her breathing. This was the most intimate I had touched 
my mother since I stopped feeding from her breast, if I ever did that. I 
made a note to ask her later.
As I listened to her words my eyes were fixed on her face and I had to 
admire the fine features of it. High brown beneath short cut brownish hair. 
Eyebrows that arched over her brown eyes and long eyelashes shadowed her 
cheeks for a short while when she blinked. A rather long, straight nose, a 
full mouth and a firm chin made her face very attractive.
Lower down I could see her broad shoulders and to pebble-sized indentations 
in her nightgown were I knew her small tits were hiding. Two hard nipples? 
That I had never seen before. Was my mother laying here and feeling 
affected to the closeness to her son? Should I take advantage of the 
situation?
Slowly I circled her navel with my index-finger and when she didn't object 
I let it softly dig down in it and the whole of my fingertip sank down and 
I could see mother smile a little at the feeling but otherwise she didn't 
react. Tentatively I moved my hand a little higher on my mother's chest and 
I could feel the bones in her ribcage and suddenly I realized that my 
mother was a very slim woman. The opposite of Fred's more voluptuous 
mother. I traced the lowest rib from the side into the middle and then I 
did the same again with my thumb below the rib and my finger on the upper 
side and mom smiled a little more when I tickled the flank of her body. She 
squirmed a little when my thumb pressed against the soft flesh just under 
her ribs but a smile played on her lips so I assumed that she liked it a 
little. I counted her ribs with my fingers. First up to the side of her 
breast then down again. Making it seem more innocent than it was. 
Then again up along her ribcage but this time a little further in so my 
fingers would come in contact with the swelling of her breast.
I had to force myself to breath normally even if my heart pounded in my 
chest, no it pounded way up in my throat. If I get anymore agitated, 
aroused and afraid it would bounce against my front teeth. I noticed that 
mother's eyelids fluttered a little as my finger reached the underside of 
her breast and when I made contact with her erect nipple she sort of 
shuddered but her words didn't change neither tone nor fluency if 
anything they maybe become a little out of context as if she just spoke the 
words and didn't think before she spoke.
I didn't withdraw my finger as it made contact with my mother's nipple, 
instead I circled it and I could feel how it grew even harder and warmer. 
By now I was curious of how far mother would allow me to go so I bravely 
placed the flat of my hand over the little breast and cupped it, spread my 
fingers so I could catch that stiff nipple between them and then closed 
them around it and a pant escaped my mother's lips and a new shudder ripped 
through her body but the words kept coming out of her mouth.
Well, if I had been aloud to get this far on her upper body how far would 
she let me go on her lower? I decided to find out.
Slowly I drew my hand along her midriff down and down passing the navel and 
continuing down over the slight swell of her lower stomach. Suddenly I felt 
the ridge of the waistband in her panties so I let my hand trail along it 
and out so I could feel her hipbone under my hand. I caressed the side of 
her thigh, turned a little and my hand slipped in between her legs who were 
slightly spread. The softness of her thighs, the heat steaming from her 
crotch, I could feel it all and as my hand continued to stray up and then 
cupped her bulging pussy I could hear a 'oh god' float through the air and 
then she continued to tell her story which by now I had forgotten all 
about, I had stopped listening to it as soon as I had my hand on my 
mother's body and all I was listening for now was a 'stop' that never came!
I drew my finger along her slit outside of her panties and her hips 
shuddered but didn't rise to meet my finger. After a couple of tracings 
along the long pussyslit I continued my hands movement up over her cotton-
panties, up to the waistband and I pushed my hand inside it and quickly I 
forced my hand down between her thighs, still afraid that that dreaded 
'stop' would sound. And still it didn't!
As soon as I had got myself under control again I began to explore my 
mother's pussy. It was hairy! It was more than a mat of hair. It was thick 
and it was hard to part it to get to her slit beneath it but my reward for 
getting there was the more rewarding. She was wet! Sopping wet! My finger 
sank in between her lips without any effort and finally her voice stopped 
telling her story, or whatever she had been saying, and her breath became 
ragged and her hips started to respond to my fingers manipulation.
I found her clit. Rubbed it. Pinched it. Making her groan. Forcing a long 
mmmmmmmmm from her.
A flailing hand effortlessly tried to push my hand away but made it rest 
more firmly against her cunt instead. And she let her hand stay on top of 
my hand directing it, showing it were she wanted it. She even pressed my 
finger inside her cunt and I felt how it pulsated a warm wetness. I felt 
the ridges along her cuntal tunnel, just the same pattern you can see under 
the clear water in the ocean made by the waves as it shifted the sand. Here 
it was the desire that created them and making them beat against my finger 
just as waves bet the shore.
I just had to get her panties off her! It was easier said than done with me 
laying on my side and my arm halfway under me, but I managed to get them 
down over her thighs on my side and then mother surprised me! She pushed 
them down over her ankles and a few kicks from my mother later they was 
laying on the bed. Empty!
Then she surprised me even more. She sat up and with a quick move she drew 
the nightie over her head and I looked at my mother's beautiful breasts for 
the first time. Small but with a delightful curve upwards, crowned with a 
pink nipple surrounded by a halo of a light, light red aureole.
Before I had time to admire them for long my mother lay down again, facing 
me, and she flung her leg over my thigh and the body of my naked mother 
melted into mine. I could feel her pussy-hair tickle my stomach and my cock 
touched the softness of her entrance as if it wanted to sniff it.
I reached down between our bodies and cupped her pussy with my hand. I 
finger traced the length of the crack and with a little manipulation I 
succeeded to pry her lips apart and where I expected to find a well of 
flowing wetness I found... dryness! How come? Mother seemed eager to fuck 
me and just a few seconds ago she had been dropping wet! How could she be 
so dry now? Inga's cunt always flowed richly whenever I felt and fucked it. 
Maybe her wetness a little further in? Curiously I pushed my finger a 
little longer into her but still nothing. While I contemplated this I 
slowly let my finger slide out and in again and slowly I could feel how 
some wetness started to flow and at the same time my mother sighed and 
pushed her face deeper against my neck, she sort of shook it a little and 
then settled with her lips close to the sensitive skin just below the ear.
My cock rested against the upper side of my hand and I could feel how it 
twitched a little as mother's cunt started to get wet. Soon it would be 
buried in her!
I pushed my finger a little deeper into my mother and again it met dryness. 
I had to begin it all over again! I don't know how long I played with my 
mother's pussy but finally my finger slid out and in in, if not flowing 
wetness at least in wetness and I decided that it was time to replace my 
finger with something else and I took my cock between my fingers and drew 
it up and down in my mother's slit till I felt the entrance and then I 
pushed and the head slipped inside. I was as if there was a ring clamping 
down just below the bulb and I had to work hard to get the length of my 
cock all the way in and when my pubic-bone bumped into my mother's pubic-
bone I rested a little. Savoring the moment when I had my cock in my mother 
for the first time.
All the while mother just lay there. Making no sign of enjoyment whatsoever 
but on the other side she didn't object either, so...
Slowly I started to fuckmotions and I could feel that it had effect on my 
mother. Not that she became a tigress or anything, I just could feel how 
her cunt-canal expanded. Loosened up making it easier to fuck her but still 
she just lay there, taking but not giving. It made me a little annoyed but 
not enough to stop my fuck. Inga may be a better fuck but she wasn't my 
mother so I just had to accept things as they were. A sexless mother but 
one that accepted the fucking was better than nothing.
Thank's to Fred's mother and the frequent fucks I've had with her my 
stamina was by now rather good so I kept fucking my mother for fifteen 
minutes when suddenly she started to mumble and her hips suddenly pushed 
forward and she grind her pussy down along my shaft as far as possible 
almost making my movements impossible.
"Oh my god! Oh! WhaaaaAAAHat doooo o-o-o... Oh god!!! Why-hy-hy. Oh-oooh!!! 
Oh yesss..."
And her pussy almost ripped my cock apart as she had her orgasm and forced 
my own to just explode at the same time and while my mother's cunt tried to 
swallow my prick it spewed it's contains as if in self-defense.
When our orgasms had subsided I raised my head and looked down at my 
mother. She saw my look.
"What?" she asked.
"What was that?"
"I-I don't know? Orgasm?"
"Yes I know it was an orgasm but why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?"
"Well... You seemed willing enough but not cooperative so how come that you 
had an orgasm?"
"I, I didn't know," she said hesitantly.
"Didn't know how to orgasm? That comes by itself."
"No! How to... to... fuck!" she blurted.
"You didn't know how to fuck?! Everybody *knows* how to fuck! It's an 
instinct for heavens sake!"
"Oh, yes. I knew the movements, but why should I move if it wasn't no big 
deal?"
"No big deal?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "No big deal? It's 
the best!"
"Yes. Now I know, but I didn't before that. Oh darling! You're the first to 
ever make it good for me, to show me..." she grind her pussy harder down on 
my pubicbone and with a little giggle she continued, "I now know how good 
it can be and if you want to do it again I... You could teach me. Please?"
'Oh what the hell,' I thought.
This time my cock slid out and in without any difficulty and soon my mother 
started to rise her hips in rhythm with my thrusts a little awkward at 
first but with more and more confidence as the fuck lasted longer than the 
previous twenty-minute bout.
"Oh yesss daaarling... Yesss yessss yeeessss... Yesyesyes. So! Yes like 
that," she mumbled in my ear as I slowly pulled my cock out along her 
slippery pussywalls and resting for a while at the entrance and then 
suddenly just slamming it into her and her hips shot up at every deep 
intrusion and her pussy started to squeeze my cock in rapid but hard 
squeezes and soon her orgasms came in a fluent row that left her almost 
breathless and if it hadn't been for the occasional moans that pressed the 
air out of her lungs and then passively letting it rise her chest again she 
would have suffocated in my arms. Finally it became to much for me to hold 
back any more and with a grunting moan I shot my load into my mother's 
spasming cunt and this trigger yet another hard squeeze from it and then 
when I stopped moving she fell down on me and lay there catching her breath 
while her pussy once in a while throbbed so much that I could feel 
all the way around my cock shaft and every time she giggled a little 
embarrassed.
We fell asleep like that and from that day we slept in the same bed.
When I a couple of days later told Fred what had happened he was delighted.
"You know something?" he asked.
"No. What?"
"I'm sort of looking forward to having mom to myself again! Oh I don't mind 
us sharing but... Well I *do* love my mother. More than most sons," he gave 
a little laugh. "At least more than most sons I know of. You and me! What a 
joke! Will we ever grow up or will we be our mothers' little boys forever?"
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