I still can't believe what happened to me. December 25th 1999 is a day
I will
never forget. That is the day my mother raped me for the first time.
(Merry
fucking Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and sick and
nasty. There
is no excuse, no rational explanation for her behavior. It wasn't just
that she
raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went
about it. I
guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little. To understand you have
to go back a
year to the events just before Christmas 1998.
Let me start at the beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and
I struggled
to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we leaned on each other
for support,
because we had nobody else. My mom is really young; she had me when
she was
still in high school. In some ways she was more like a big sister or
best friend
to me than a mom. We laughed and played together, had tickle fights,
and talked
for hours. Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or
watch tv. I
guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long
time. I
just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures. I found a crate in our
attic with
around 20 old Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I realized
the
centerfold was my mom! The date on the mag was about a year after I
was born.
She was the same age then, that I am now. As I looked at this beautiful,
big
titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard. Page after page
of my
mom's mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made
me want to
fuck her.
But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass that sealed
her fate. I.
Had. To. Have it. I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as
far inside
it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping, warm and safe and secure
with my
lips pressed against it. I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her
cum and pant
and scream my name. But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom's sweet
ass hard. To
peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open.
A small
part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and beg - just a
little. For
a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved her yes, but I also wanted
to
utterly dominate her. I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced
and
pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck
her
pussy. At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life.
I convinced
her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club,
and got her
drunk. We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each
other. But
when we got home, she refused to have sex with me. I had to persuade
her, to
explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just rape her
anyway.
Finally we made a deal. Consensual Anal sex, for a guarantee that I
would leave
her cunt alone. Clearly she did not like it, but she did (reluctantly)
agree.
Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up. Her butt juice was
so warm and
wet, and tangy. She grunted and squealed so prettily, in such a lady-like
manner
that I fell even deeper in love with my mom. That was our first time
together,
and I thought the beginning of a special, tender love. In the months
that
followed my mother withdrew from me. She claimed that I had raped her!
That our
love was not consensual. I felt really bad about the misunderstanding,
and did
everything I could to repair our relationship. As 1999 rolled along
I thought
that I had. Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She
accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited
the
numerous free sites that I post stories to. I had written about our
true love
and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas of 1998.
I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on my mind a lot
this year.
Jaz has written several stories about it. I was thinking about my mom
the whole
time.
Stories like "Rape Confessional, Rape Betrayal #7, Sister Betrayed,
and How Much
Do You Love Your Wife" were all inspired by the events in my real life,
with
mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So mad that she decided
to rape
me. Let's review, ok I pressured her into having consensual sex. She
then lies
to me, reads my personal e-mail, seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in
women's
underwear, takes pictures of me, blackmails me, humiliates me - oh
yeah and
rapes my ass with a giant double headed dildo! It's not fair, she is
sick! I
mean shit, what kind of mother would do that to her only child? I made
mistakes,
sure. In the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I did came
from
love. My mother just wanted to hurt me, she just wanted revenge for
my
accidental rape of her the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not
start well
for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening to mail my
friends our
special Christmas photos of me in her bra, panties being raped up my
hairy ass.
"John honey, do you mind licking mommy's pussy for her? You are such
a precious
little buttercup angel. Do a good job sweetie or your pics will be
sent to the
entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick it all up Johnny,
your dad
would be so proud of you. Momma's little rapist is growing up so fast!"
she
laughed as she humped my face and nearly cut off my air supply as she
came. It
was a nightmare.
Let's be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is rape. I did not
give her
consent to do this to me. I fucking hated it. I was not allowed to
fuck her
pussy, play with her tits, and certainly her ass was way the fuck off
limits.
She would wag it in front of me, rub it against me - to make sure I
knew what I
would never have again. She thought it was funny to watch me get hard,
and the
demand that I NOT cum. If I did... pictures would get mailed. It went
on for
months. My mom forgot one thing. I was applying to colleges. I would
be leaving
this town next summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me
would be at
an end. I slowly came to realize that she had no real power over me
anyway. I
mean let's get real. She was an adult who had raped her son, repeatedly.
If I
wanted to, she would be going to jail. This summer, I began to tape
our
conversations, our sexual time together.
"Mom please, don't make me do this anymore, Don't make me lick your
pussy. This
is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won't you please stop
hurting
your son, please mom," I declared in between licking and lapping and
sucking her
to a major orgasm. Sometimes her comments would mention that I had
raped her
first. That was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped
over it.
Usually though, when she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding,
wild
- almost vulgar. "Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky, stinky, wet
little cunt.
You are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good
for. Suck,
suck, suck your mommy. I think I'll strap on my dildo and rape your
sweet little
ass when we are done. I want to see you bleed a little. How does that
sound you
sick slut," she said, as I recorded the incriminating evidence.
On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn State. I had been
accepted
on a partial academic scholarship. There is one thing about being an
only child
in a family where people die young. You get a lot of insurance money
left to
you. Cars, houses, and even a boat were sold when grandpa, dad, and
finally
grandma died. Stock, bank accounts, etc were all left to me and mom.
The money
was held in trust until I turned 21, but I got a small allowance. The
money was
earning interest. I was 17, I only had to hang on until then and while
I might
not be filthy rich... I'd be very, very, comfortable. Between my allowance,
and
part time job a PSU scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom
had nothing
on me, the power had shifted. I could send her to jail by playing my
tape
anytime I wanted. I planned to rub it in her face, to taunt her. I
ran
downstairs to show her my acceptance letter. She read it carefully
and got an
odd look on her face. I could swear that her eyes teared up and she
let out this
breathy, pathetic little gasp.
"John... are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me, moving thousands
of
miles away from our home? Have you thought about how alone you will
be? We have
had our ups and downs especially in the last two years - but do you
really want
to be completely alone?" she said as she turned and quickly went to
her room and
locked the door. I don't know how to explain how I felt just then.
I was so
ready to hurt her, but when I realized that I had, I got no pleasure
from it. I
had been in love with Susan for so long that even after all she had
done to me
this year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her pain, still
felt
unnatural.
Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I had plenty
of time to
run the scene over and over in my mind. The next morning there was
a knock at my
door that woke me up.
"Can I come in?" a quiet voice said from the hall.
"Um sure, ok mom."
Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been so long since
we had
done that. It used to be our special ritual. Some mornings I'd serve
her, others
she'd feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next to each other,
bonding,
just catching up. It had been more than a year since we had done this.
Last time
I had kind of lost control and fondled her breasts a little. I held
her in my
lap, cupped her perfect breasts and sprayed my cum against her sweet
nightie-covered ass. She did not say a word to stop me, but that was
BEFORE she
found out that I am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was long
before she
started raping me.
She set the two plates down on my night stand and got into bed next
to me. She
was wearing a black satin nightie. Usually she would have a robe on
over it, but
not this morning. We talked for a while and watched TV as we ate. It
felt good
to have her warm body next to mine. Familiar memories flooded me, and
I wanted
to reach out to her, to hold her close to me. When we finished eating,
she got
really quiet and then asked me to turn off the TV.
"John, this was really nice. sharing time with you again. I guess I
have to
savor these moments, if you are moving out, and leaving me all alone.
I always
knew you would move out some day... but not 2,500 miles away! We'll
never see
each other," she said as she began to cry softly. This was insane.
I thought my
mom hated me, despised me. She was acting like the woman I loved again
instead
of the evil, bitch I had been living with since Christmas. This was
MY Susan, my
sexy, tender, lover. I was very confused. Before I could formulate
a response
she spoke again. "John, I'm a little emotional right now. Would it
be ok if I
snuggled up against you for a little while. I think I need to be held."
"Um ok, sure mom."
She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until it got good
and hard.
When she felt it poking her, she gave a contented sigh, I had my arms
around her
waist at first but slowly they crept up to her tits and cupped them
and squeezed
them lightly. My fingers played with her nipples, lazily tracing circles
until
she fell asleep. My cock was throbbing, pulsing hard as it nestled
against my
mom's silk covered ass. I could not help squeezing her juicy bottom
a little. I
pulled my dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom. I
wedged the
material deep in her perfect little crack. Then slowly, as she slept,
I slipped
my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she did
not say no,
and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull the straps off
her shoulder
so I could feel her breasts better. When my hands were full I began
humping my
Susan's ass hard. I could feel her clamping down on my dick. The nightie
prevented me from getting in very deep but it was enough. The feel
of silk on my
cock, combined with the friction and warmth of her unbelievable ass,
was forcing
me to a major explosion. I tried to hold it off but it had been two
years since
I had felt my dick in her ass, in anyone's ass and I slowly lost it.
I shot
blast after sticky wet, spunk blast up her ass, on her night gown.
I left my
cock inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped protectively
around her
tits as I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off for awhile cuz I
awoke to the
sounds of my mom mumbling in her sleep. I was about to wake her up
when I caught
the words she was saying.
And my life changed forever. Again.
"No, I can't fuck him, he's my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can
only love
you. Oh god, he's leaving me too. I'll be all alone now. He hates me,
he hates
me... and I love him. I need him, he can't leave me... " her voice
trailed off
into a mumble.
But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had happened
- she
loves me. And I love her.
I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm load up as best
I could,
smearing it on her tits and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to
leave my
mark on her, to brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling
on
the back of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey.
Just a
private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know.
In fact
chances were, she would not know either. (When was the last time you
saw the
back of YOUR neck?) I then kissed her softly and spooned her tight
against me,
and went back to sleep.
Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my mom had improved
dramatically. She had not forced me to lick her or raped my ass since
our
breakfast together. We spent quality time with each other again. Twice
I came
home from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing one of my
football
jerseys (and as far as I can tell nothing else). My mom was making
a conscious
effort to be my best friend again, and believe me I appreciated it.
If I had to
I could settle for that. But I was expecting her to admit her love
for me, to
finally surrender to me as a lover. She would not, perhaps could not
do it.
Friendship, and familial love are important, nice even... but the thing
is she
is more than just a friend, or a mom to me. I have (according to her)
raped her,
fucked her ass, cum in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her
juices,
fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I don't know how
to explain
it, other than to say we should both hate each other. We should be
terrified to
be in the same room together.
Somehow though we are still in love. I know if it was any other woman
I would
hate her, I would be afraid of her. But it is my mom, we are family.
Deep down,
I know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for forgiveness
between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do that would
make YOUR
mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death row. Vicious, baby
killing
rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests, teachers, ex friends and
lovers
despise them - but one person is there, visiting when she can. One
person will
beg the jury not to kill him, to sentence him to life instead: MOM.
I came to
realize that I really had raped my mother 2 years ago (although I did
not think
so at the time). That must have really hurt her feelings. She had tried
to
forgive me but when she learned that I was "Jaz", that I had written
about her
humiliation, well I guess she just snapped. When she raped me last
year it was
part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She taught me that
as big and
strong as I am, I could still be drugged, butt-fucked, humiliated and
blackmailed. My tears and pleas for help could be ignored too. I could
be hurt
just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird way it made me a better person,
a
better man. I know that my actions do have consequences. I have seen
both sides
of the coin: Rapist and Rape victim. The lesson was learned, our slate
was
clean.
The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there.
The thing
is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her how I felt,
to show
her that I wanted her. My mother had a mental block. She simply could
not accept
that she was in love with me, that she wanted me. I would need to shock
some
sense into her, to force her to accept the truth. It seems I would
have no
choice but to rape her one last time to get her attention, to earn
the right to
love her. Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do
her on
Christmas day. I also would continue the practice of sending the story
to
OnlineStories, Mr. Double and Kristen (Duh Jaz, they are reading it
right now).
It seemed only right, since you had all been there at the beginning,
to let you
know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to know exactly why I
had raped
her again. It was not out of greedy lust like the first time. It was
not because
of revenge, like when she raped me. No I was raping her sweet pussy
because I
loved her, and needed her to love me too.
We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I dared her to come
outside
and have a snowball fight with me. My mom has a hard time not accepting
a dare.
Soon we were flinging white balls of icy destruction at each other,
laughing and
having a blast. Then she crossed the line and shoved a ball down my
shirt. Her
eyes got big and she tried to run away. She did not get far.
I tackled her on our front lawn.
"John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you look so cute,"
she
giggled madly in anticipation of my reprisal. I straddled her waist
and opened
her coat, then I pulled her sweater up to her neck exposing her fat,
beautiful
tits.
"Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this instant. People
can see us,"
she hissed in despair. I grabbed two handfuls of snow and packed it
around each
of her breasts.
"You are going to stay right here until it melts. Naughty little girls
like you
have to be punished," I said as I stretched her arms above her head.
I then
began tickling her mercilessly. Susan was laughing, crying, struggling
desperately to throw me off. She kept thrusting her hips into me and
of course I
got hard. It was not long before it became clear that she was fucking
herself
off. Our crotches were grinding into each other. "Here, let me get
some of this
snow off you, I don't want you to get frostbite," I said as I squeezed
and
flicked her breasts and nipples while slowly removing the snow, and
mashing my
hard cock into her.
I felt Susan buck hard against me and let out a low groan. Her face
blushed and
I knew she had cum, about 3 seconds later, I joined her.
I helped mom up and pulled her sweater down. I then gave her a tight
hug and
said, "I love you Susan."
She did not say a word but smiled briefly and went back inside. We decided
to
eat out, it just doesn't make sense to cook a huge meal for two people.
Mom let
me pick the restaurant. She should have known better. She came downstairs
wearing a shimmering black evening dress, and high heeled shoes that
made her 6"
tall. How can any woman look so breathtakingly beautiful. I must have
had a
pretty dorky look on my face cuz she gave this dainty little giggle
and said,
"Do you like it?" I reached down lifted her under her arms and raised
her to my
face.
"I love you mom, you are incredibly sexy, and any man would be honored
to be
your date. I'm glad you chose me," I said and then kissed her softly
on each
cheek before licking her lips once and setting her back down.
I was a little disappointed she was not wearing the necklace I had given
her. I
guess the inscription still made her a little uncomfortable. I escorted
Susan to
the car and we went to the Paladin Club.
The Paladin Club is the most exclusive nightclub in town. It has a killer
Jazz
band, and 5 star French/Italian cuisine. My mom and I have been there
twice
before. The first time was the Christmas Eve that I raped her. The
second time
was a few months later on Valentine's day. There is no way she could
miss the
symbolism. To me the Paladin Club is a place where my mom has always
been forced
to deal with me as an adult, as a man, as something other than her
son. It is
special, it is OUR place.
"Oh John, no. Why did you bring us here, TONIGHT, of all nights! I can't
eat
with you here."
"Mom calm down, it is a classy restaurant, that we both enjoy. I just
want to
have a pleasant meal with you, maybe dance a little, is that so wrong?
We've
been through a lot in the past two years but this place still has good
memories
for me. If you can't handle it, if it is too much for you... "
"No, I guess I am just being silly. Let's go inside and have fun. Lord
knows
when or IF we will ever do this again. "
It was perfect. Mom and I both decided not to drink. I wanted her sober
tonight,
no excuses, from either one of us. I had chicken alfredo in a mushroom
cream
sauce. Susan had roasted garlic shrimp with a petit N.Y. strip steak.
I asked
her to dance before and after our meal. It was so romantic. We fit
snugly
against each other. No groping or grabbing, just a tender, lover's
embrace. I
enjoyed having her breasts press into me, having her head rest on my
shoulder.
Susan was snug and secure in my arms where she belonged. This was my
woman, and
I was taking her home to fuck her, to make love to her.
We were both quiet all the way home, enjoying each other's company and
our
private thoughts, and fantasies. I would finally fuck my mother's warm,
wet
pussy. My father had died 4 years ago, and while I had made love to
her ass, cum
in her mouth, fondled her tits and licked her slit - no man had been
allowed to
fuck her sweet Pussy. My father was her first, last, and only cuntmaster.
That changed tonight.
"John, thank you. I had a wonderful time. I was afraid we would never
be able to
trust each other like this again, after all that has happened. I'm
tired. Do you
mind if we open our presents in the morning?"
"No mom, I'll see you in the morning, goodnight."
At 12:01 Christmas morning I knocked on my mother's door, wearing only
a pair of
boxers.
"Come in."
"Mom, I can't sleep would you mind if I get in bed with you?
She was wearing a baby doll semi-see through nightie, and was embarrassed
to let
me in bed with her. However she remembered how I had let her sleep
with me when
she needed to.
"Sure John, it's a big bed," she said in an uncertain tone.
"Mom, would you mind if I snuggle a little with you. I just feel kind
of sad
tonight, I need you close to me." I said; without waiting for an answer
I pulled
her tight against me.
I kept grinding my crotch into her ass trying to get comfortable. My
hands crept
up to her breasts and began playing with them, lazily at first.
"John... JOHN what are you doing? Stop that and go to sleep. " But I
could not
stop. I pulled her nightie up and wet my finger. I then stuck it into
her
slightly moist pussy.
"John listen to me, stop right now. This has to stop. You are my son,
and we
can't do this. Please John don't do this to me." I did stop then and
sat up next
to her. I pulled her into my lap and cupped her breasts in my hands
while
licking her ear.
"Susan honey, we need to talk, we need to finish this. I told you a
long time
ago that I love you, that I need you. I want to possess you utterly.
I want you
to give me your body, to make love to me. I have a tape mom. A tape
of you
raping me. I could blackmail you, send you to jail. But that does not
get me
what I want. I don't just want you on Christmas, I don't want stolen
kisses, or
the occasional snuggle. I want you to want me. To be hot and wild and
passionate, and completely in love with me. I want to have the right
to grab you
and fuck you anytime I want, just like dad did. I want to wake up to
find you
sucking on my cock just because you feel like it. Mom can you honestly
say you
don't want that too? Can you honestly say that you can bear to have
me walk out
of your life forever? Because that is what I would have to do. You
are the woman
I love, the only woman I have ever made love to. If I can't have you,
I will
have to go. If I am near you, I have to fuck you. It is as simple as
that," I
said as I wrote my name on her breasts with my finger.
She was crying now, and I could smell her juices beginning to boil and
drip out
her pussy. She laid back against my chest and I wrapped her in my arms.
"I don't want to lose you, I, I know that you are more than just a son
to me. I
am so scared though. Wanting you this way is wrong. I am your mother.
I should
not let you play with my tits, I should not want you to lick my pussy,
or need
you to fuck my ass but for some sick reason I do. I know I can't allow
you to
fuck me, I can't let you put that big slab of cock-meat inside me.
If I do that,
there is no turning back, you will own me. I will become addicted to
your dick.
Oh god, what am I going to do. I love you John, but it is still wrong!"
We laid that way for a long time, just holding on to each other. My
hard on was
peeking up between her thighs. Finally I came up with a solution.
"Mom I understand that our relationship is not normal, but it is not
WRONG
either. Making love to you could never be wrong. I love you and I want
to show
you how much. Susan, it's Christmas. Let me have you this one time.
Make love to
me, be greedy, teach me how to please you. Make me fuck you right.
We owe it to
ourselves to try it at least once. You are All I want for Christmas,
all I have
ever wanted." Susan was quiet for a few seconds and then she slowly
nodded her
head. Her hands were trembling as she smiled up at me and said yes.
I was so
happy, that I crushed her against me and said over and over, "I love
you baby, I
am going to be so good to you, I love you mom," while kissing and hugging
her.
Our kisses slowly began to deepen, she was on top of me straddling my
waist. Her
breasts were brushing against my chest and my cock was laying against
her ass. I
was licking her lips, sucking on them when her pretty, pink little
tongue
flicked out to meet mine. I sucked her into my mouth and we both let
out a
little sigh of happiness. Susan began crawling down my stomach, stopping
briefly
to lick my belly button clean. Then she began playing with my cock,
rubbing it
against her face, eyes, nose, sniffing and then licking and sucking
it into her
mouth. It was amazing to watch. My mother was overcome by a wave of
pure
dick-lust as she began to swallow my cock. I don't know how big my
dad's cock
was, but he must have been my size or bigger, cuz my mom swallowed
my fat 8
incher like an old pro. She kept looking me right in the eye, with
this wicked
little grin on her face, daring me to fuck her properly. I did. I began
to ram
it down her throat, we established a good rhythm. She breathed through
her nose
and every 20 seconds or so I would pull out and let her lick and massage
my knob
(and breathe), before plunging back in.
"Cum on my face baby, cum all over your mother's face," she said between
slurps,
and squeezes and soft, slow, sucks.
I could not help it, she was sucking the sperm right out of me. I grabbed
Susan's head and pulled it tight against my crotch. I held her in place
as I
powerfucked her throat. Precum was bubbling out of me and I could hear
it
gurgling in her mouth. My balls were twitching and jerking hard now
and I felt
the sperm swimming their way to the head of my cock. "You want my sperm
mom, you
want some stinky-sticky? Take it you beautiful little slut, take your
son's
cum!" I bellowed as I shot the first load down her throat. I remembered
that she
wanted some on her face too; so I pulled out and pressed my spurting
cock
against her nostril and shot it up her nose. I had one or two dribbles
left so I
placed my cock on each of her eyelids and let er rip. Mom was a little
surprised... but she did not complain. I don't know if I can explain
how sexy my
mom looked. My cum was in her belly, a little drop was hanging from
the corner
of her mouth. Her nose was dripping my cum, and her eyes were crusting
over with
it. (Guys try it with your girlfriend tonight, it is fucking amazing!)
I wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I could not. My mom was obviously
very
horny and it would not have been polite to leave her hanging. We switched
positions and I settled in for a long, slow lick. I may not have a
lot of
experience in some aspects of sex. Technically I am still a virgin,
I guess,
since mom has never let me fuck her pussy. But I do know how to suck
her good.
For several months she forced me to pleasure her pussy under threat
of anal rape
and blackmail. Trust me, it is an excellent motivational tool! I have
licked my
mom to dozens of multiple orgasms.
I started slow, spending time at each of her breasts. I love the way
they feel
in my hands, so warm and full. Her skin tastes so fucking sweet. I
licked and
nibbled on her nipple-meat for a long time. Her cute little whimpers
and
squirming made me chuckle. I moved down to her belly button and decided
to teach
her a lesson for doing this to me earlier.
My mother is very ticklish. If you go too fast, too soon, it is just
annoying.
If you go too slow it has no affect. But if you can time it right,
make
adjustments as you go... the belly button can be an extremely sensitive,
sensual
zone. I enjoy licking around the outside, slowly sucking the nub of
her outie.
The feel of her flat little belly clenching up, tensing up as I explored
her. I
could smell her juicing up, her pussy scent was filling the bed. Suddenly
she
began to shake a little, and her hands grabbed my arms, as she grunted
loudly,
and she came. I had not even reached her pussy yet! That had never
happened
before. It wasn't the largest, or longest orgasm I had ever given her
but it
caught us both by surprise. I wanted to see if I could trigger multiple,
non
vaginal orgasms.
"Mom roll over, I want to play with your ass for awhile, " I ordered
her in a
deceptively calm voice.
"John be careful. You have to go slowly back there, or you will hurt
me," she
said as she reluctantly obeyed me.
It had been so long since I had been allowed to worship her ass properly.
I
pulled her meaty cheeks apart and held them open, just staring. I felt
my mouth
begin to water at the sight. I needed a taste so bad. I started licking
up and
down the length of her ass. when it was good and wet I blew a cold
blast of air
in her juicy little buns. She squealed like a little girl on Christmas
morning
(hmm come to think of it... ). I was really munching on her butt now,
nibbling
and sucking on the inside of each cheek. Finally I could stand it no
longer and
my tongue circled the rim of her anus. I spread her as wide as I could
and sunk
my tongue inside of her asshole. I was tickling her insides, filling
them with
drool and sweat. It was time.
"Are you ready baby, can I put it inside of you now?"
Mom sighed, and said, "You are so much like your father. He always loved
my ass.
Go ahead John, enjoy yourself."
Mom stuck that sweet ass high in the air, and reached back to hold it
open for
me. That was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my cock against
my favorite
hole. "Oh god, John you have gotten a lot bigger since last time. Slow
down, or
you'll rip me apart. That's it, ease it in. Oh god you are filling
me up, my
little ass is full of your diCK, your priCK, your coCK. FuCK, FuCK,
FuCK me
John. Do it, do it now!" she shrieked as I began to pick up the pace.
Soon I was fucking her in earnest, slamming her asshole, pulling her
hips hard
against me, as I rammed into my mom. I did not want to hurt her but
she was so
tight, so deliciously tight. It had been a long time for her. Two years
since I
had last done it and well over 4 years since she had received regular
fucking
from my dad. She was ripe, and sweet and ready. I reached around her
front and
dipped a finger in her juicy, wet slit before finding her clit stub.
As soon as
I touched it she went off, rocking herself back, brutally impaling
her ass on my
beefy cock. "That's it, that's fucking it! Right there, fuck my ass
you little
mommy fucker, FUCK IT!" she roared, as she shook that incredible ass
of hers
wildly, and came with abandon, dripping and oozing thick fuck fluid
on my
thighs. I cupped her cunt and caught as much of it as I could, rubbing
her cunt,
and clit, coaxing her to another orgasm. I took my handful of mommy
juice and
smeared it on my face, licking every drop of her essence.
By now I was rock hard and ready to cum myself - but I was afraid to.
Generally
I can cum 3 times in a day. I had cum once outside in the snow, when
I played
with her tits on our front lawn. The second time was when she sucked
my cock a
few minutes ago. If I let loose now, I might not have enough mojo left
to fuck
her tender little pussy. I know guys in these kind of stories can usually
fuck
3, 4, 5 times in rapid succession, but sorry, I can't. This is not
fantasy, it's
reality. It would be really embarrassing if mom offers that fresh,
practically
virgin pussy to me, and I have to pass! So I concentrated on pleasing
her, on
bringing her back to full arousal; while I calmed down. I rolled us
over so she
was on top, and began tenderly kissing my sweet Susan. My hands massaged
her
back and ass, as my dick bounced around with a life of it's own just
outside her
vagina. If you have never had a naked penthouse centerfold in your
arms you
don't know what you have been missing.
It was time.
"Mom, can I fuck you now, can your son fuck you sweet pussy please.
Oh god I
need you so bad. Give it to me, give me everything, be my woman forever.
I love
you mom, and I want it all," I said as I traced her pussy lips with
my index
finger.
"Ok, ok, I think we have to, I need it too. Go ahead and fuck me, pound
it into
me... only John you have to pull out. Don't cum inside of me, I'll
suck your
load, or you can cum on my tits. Neither one of us wants me to get
pregnant,
right? So remember you have to pull out."
I could have let that go, she was giving me almost everything I wanted.
I
finally had permission to suck her tits, cum in her ass, and fuck her
pussy.
What more could any son want? Here is the thing though. A man in an
intimate,
loving relationship is allowed to cum in his woman's cunt. For my mother
to say
that I could not was an indication that she still was holding something
back
from me.
That was unacceptable.
"Mom, I AM going to cum inside of you. I MAY even make you pregnant.
That's just
a risk we will have to take. I promise that I will be there for you,
and we will
decide together what to do if it happens. I love you Susan, and you
belong to
me. I WILL fuck you and I will CUM deep inside your sweet pussy. Now
give me a
kiss and then stuff my cock in your cunt, and get ready to be fucked.
"
Susan did not move for a long time. She seemed to be stunned by the
idea of
complete and total consensual sex with her son. This would be the end
of her
marriage vows. My dad's death had not broken her commitment to him,
only my cock
entering her willing pussy could do that. Slowly she laid on her back
and spread
her legs wide for me. She guided my cock to the entrance of her vagina
eased me
into her sopping wet, hole. The first time I thrust forward, I got
half my cock
inside. She let out a little gasp of pain, so I stopped and let her
get used to
it. Suddenly she took a deep breath, thrust her pelvis up and the rest
of my
cock slid home. I did not move at first. It was so warm at my mother's
center, I
felt like she was burning up with fever. Sweat was glistening on her
skin, I
reached down and grabbed one of her jutting breasts and began to weigh
it, cup
it, roll it in my hands. I started kissing her wildly as I began to
establish a
slow rhythm inside of her. In, out pause, thrust, slam. Repeat. Repeat.
Repeat... It was pure, plain old missionary fucking and it was damn
good. I felt
my cum begin to travel, to burn its way up my shaft. I did not even
try to stop
it.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your cunt Susan, I'm fucking your sweet
Pussy. I
own it, and I will fuck you forever. Do, ugh, you mmm, like this cock,?
Argggh!
Making a baby with my baby, making a baby in my mommy! Take it, take
it all!" I
screamed as I flooded Susan's pussy with my hot, sticky sperm.
I was about half way through when I felt her clamping down on me, panting
and
groaning in despair, in exhilaration, in sheer and utter exultation.
Finally we
were both sweaty and wet, and spent. Susan rested for a few minutes,
and then
was going to the bathroom to clean up a little, but I would not let
her. I
wrapped my arms around her and pressed my dick tight against her bottom.
"Time enough for clean up later. I love you, and I want you to baste
in our
juices. Besides what's the point in cleaning up when I am going to
fuck you
dirty again as soon as I rest up a little," I laughed as I hugged my
mother
tight, held her close and declared my love to her.
She was quiet for a time and then she kissed me deeply, and said, "I
love you
too John. I belong to you now. I admit it, I have to. I am still your
mother, I
will always be your friend, but I am your lover now. One day I know
you will
want someone else, someone younger, shh, listen to me. It will happen
one day,
and that is ok, but for now we have each other. Until that day I am
your wife,
and I will never take this off," she said as she reached into her night
stand
and pulled out the gold and emerald necklace I had given her 2 years
ago, and
fastened it around her neck.
The inscription said: " Susan I love you. You are mine forever, body
and soul,
John. "
Well that is our story. It is 9:30pm Christmas Night and I am getting
ready to
ask Varod to do a final proof before posting it to OnlineStories. I'll
probably
copy Mr. Double, Literotica, Soren and Kristen's sites as well as well.
Obviously our story is not really over. I don't know how it will turn
out. I
just know I love a woman who happens to be my mother. We have caused
each other
a lot of pain in the past. I am looking forward to giving her some
pleasure for
a change. She deserves it.
And so do I.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
So an experiment comes to an end. I first came up with the "All I Want
for
Christmas... " Series in 1998. The idea was to take a fantastic premise,
and
appear to accidentally drop enough clues to make the Reader wonder
if it might
be true. For example in chapter 2 mom discovers her son is JAZ the
rape writer
(um, Me). At the time webtv was kind of new, so when people saw my
e-mail
address it sort of freaked a few people out.
Another fun idea was the Penthouse angle. There are an awful lot of
adult
centerfolds models out there. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Player,
plus about a
million Online pic sites, and XXX videos. Most of these girls are in
their late
teens, early twenties. What happens though in say 15 years. They are
still
relatively young, still gorgeous... but now they have husbands, and
are moms,
old enough to have very horny teen aged sons... I would think this
is not the
kind of pic you would share with your hormonally challenged teenaged
boy. But
what if he found out? What if he saw his mom spread and naked, young
and sexy?
It seems to me this scenario has probably played out several times,
somewhere in
America. I'm sure some families did just fine.
And then there are those who did not.
The All I Want... Series is different because I forced myself to write
a new
chapter only once a year. Not only were there established characters
who could
grow, who were impacted by time - but the Author has changed as well.
The Jaz of
1998 is not the same Author he is today. I promise you the idea of
a guy, who is
supposed to be me, getting a double headed dildo rammed up his ass
- uh that
would not have happened in 1998. It scares the shit out of me to think
what I
may be writing about in 2003.
One more time, say it loud and proud: This is just a fucking story!
It is not
true, it is BS, I have an imagination, and I used it. No pictures,
cuz this is
not real.
There, now I can rest easy.
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