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SIGNALS
Part 4
By OneGallus
I sat up suddenly in my bed. I felt wonderfully
refreshed. I looked at the digital clock, which
read two-fifteen. I found myself to be naked and
I shivered. The events of the homecoming last
night began to assemble themselves in my mind.
Mom and I had a wonderful Sunday afternoon outing
with Sonia, and then we had to come back home and
into the gloomy gray cloud that cloaked my
father, wherever he was. We had shared that
cloud with him many times, but this time it was
too much. My mother had lost it. I tried to
sort out my feelings about what Mom and I had
done.
Then my need to urinate became stronger than my
need to ruminate and I slipped out of bed, opened
my door and moved out into the dark hallway. On
my way to the bathroom, I noticed my parents'
bedroom door ajar and the low glow from their
night light leaking out the foot-wide crack.
I entered the bathroom, shut the door, and
relived my bladder. As always, I was amazed at
how large my erection was upon waking up at night
or in the mornings. When I was finished I found
my penis smaller by only a fraction, though a bit
soft. It was an intermediate stage that I could
seldom duplicate during the day. I washed my
hands and became aware of dryness in my mouth and
the presence of an unpleasant taste. I picked up
my toothbrush from the holder and squeezed a bit
of toothpaste on the bristles, and briefly
brushed my teeth. I rinsed, and then drank three
cupfuls of water consecutively. My face felt
warm, and I splashed cold water on it, which felt
very good. I looked closely in the mirror at my
naked body and found a rosy glow, almost a burn,
broken only by the white imprint of my swim
trunks. I touched my shoulders, and felt no
pain, though there was a slight sensitivity. I
walked naked back toward my room, shivering,
realizing how strange it was to be cold, yet
covered with sunburn.
"Wayne?" My mother's voice sounded very loud in
the silent house.
I turned around, crossed the hallway and pushed
the door open wide. "Yes?"
I saw that Mom was in bed alone, in her place
nearest the wall and I at once curious. "Where's
Dad?"
"He's on his way to Europe."
"Europe? Why?"
It's something about some company named Daimler
over in Germany. They needed hands-on people to
answer some questions. A company van came by and
picked him up. He and some other Toledo guys are
to catch a plane up in Detroit, they're probably
already gone. He left a note for me last night.
He'll probably be gone for a week or two."
I sat down on the bed. Realizing I was naked, I
pulled a blanket over my middle. I shivered in
the chill. "Could we turn the furnace on?" I
asked.
"Get under the covers," Mom said.
I slipped into the king-sized bed and pulled the
sheet, along with two blankets, over me. I lay
for a moment, still shivering with the cold.
"Scoot over here, hug my back," Mom said, turning
herself on her right side, her face toward the
wall.
I waited only a beat and then shifted my body
close to hers. She was wearing her blue light
flannel gown, and the soft fabric felt very warm
against me. Also, she had vacated the portion of
the bed where her back had lain, and it was still
warm from her body. Mom shifted her knees up so
that she was laying in a semi fetal position. I
molded myself to her so that every part of the
front of my body was against the back of her
body. Immediately upon contact, my cock
responded, and I felt it hard against the
softness of her buttocks. I had trouble placing
my left arm. I laid it on her upper arm and
shoulder, shifting about, but finding no
comfortable nest.
"Hug me dear," Mom said. I encircled her
shoulder and my hand naturally came to rest on
her breasts. I hugged her close, and enjoyed
both the warmth and feel of her body. I cupped
my hand over her gown-covered breast. I thought
about that brief touch at the beach when I put on
the suntan lotion. She had looked at me as I did
it. She had let me do it. Here in the bed, I
had full access. I kneaded her breast. She
pulled the gown down over her breast. The nipple
pressed against my palm.
"Can you get back to sleep?" Mom asked.
"Maybe, in a little while," I said. "This is
nice," I said, "Thank you."
A gentle squirming nudge from her ass was my
answer. A signal?
I nestled my thickening cock along the groove of
her buttocks. Again came an answering push, and
my left hand traveled down her chest to her
belly. I opened my palm and rubbed its softness
in a lazy circle just below her navel.
I lay there enjoying this position for a while,
and knowing something momentous was about to
happen. Eventually, she straightened her body,
as if in a full stretch, and her ass came away
from my penis. The stretch freed my organ from
its fold against my stomach so that it was
jutting straight out at her. I pressed toward
her shifting a little lower, so that my cock
forced the formation of a little flannel pocket
in her gown, just above the highest point where
her thighs touched. I settled in there and
continued to stroke her belly.
"I can feel your heart on my back, Wayne." Mom
said.
"I love you so much, Mama."
"You call me `Mama?"
"Yeah," I pressed the whole of my body against
her, as if I could get the pores of her body to
simply absorb me into them.
"How do you feel?"
"Warm."
"Only warm?"
"Good."
"Just relax, sweetheart, let your heart slow
down, see if you can sleep."
"I'll try."
My wrist grew tired from its movement and my hand
on her belly ceased rotating.
"Mama, when did you wake up?"
"I didn't darling, I haven't been asleep."
"Why?"
"Thinkin' about you."
"What about?"
"About what I did out there in the car."
"It felt good, Mom."
I began to move my hand again, a little lower,
and I felt her pubic hair through the flannel as
I began to graze that area. Mom put her hand on
top of mine and pressed it. I went lower. My
hand was now cupped over her pubis. I tried to
correspond the location of her sex with the
position of my own. Was the opening in her body
in the same place where the penis emerged from my
own body? I was somewhat frustrated by the gown
and her closed legs. All I could feel was
flannel and a texture of hair under it.
"Are you OK with this Wayne?"
"Sure Mom."
We continued to snuggle for a while.
"How do you feel about your girlfriend?"
"Sonia? I like her," I said.
"I saw you playing in the water," Mom said.
"Yeah, we had fun."
"Did you touch her under the water?"
"Yes."
Did you touch her where you're touching me?"
"No," I said, increasing my alternate finger
stroking of Mom's pubis."
"Did you try?"
"Ah, no, not there, just on her leg, up high."
"Did Sonia touch you?"
"Just a little, with her foot."
"Was it when you were sitting in the shallow
water?"
"You saw us, didn't you?"
"Well, there wasn't much to see." I said.
"I want you to show me," Mom said.
"Show you what?" I said, a little disappointed to
leave this warm nest.
"How she touched you." Mom put her hand over
mine and removed it from her pelvic area. She
turned around and sat up in the big bed. She
moved the pillows and scooted back toward the
headboard. She threw back the covers and said,
"Now, show me how you were sitting."
I scooted down to the bottom edge of the bed,
walking my naked ass along the sheet, and
positioned myself across from my mother. The
night-light gave off quite a glow and I was aware
that my erection was open for inspection by her.
I saw her take in the spectacle with a slight
smile on her face. I retrieved a blanket and put
it around my shoulders. Then, I began to tease
Mom's feet, trying to tickle them with my toes;
she teased back.
"You were playing footsie?" she giggled.
"Yeah, then I stood up."
"Stand up then."
I laughed, "Are you sure?"
"Stand up."
I stood, my dick bobbing in front of me proudly.
My blanket dropped away.
"My, aren't you beautiful! Could Sonia see
you're hard-on through the trunks?"
"Probably."
"Then what happened?
I reached down for Mom's ankles placed them close
together and pulled at her, but of course she
didn't move.
"I just pulled Sonia, and then..." I dropped
Mom's feet and plopped down on the bed, my legs
spread, my cock sticking up, "I did this."
I barely brushed my cock against my mother's
feet. Mom giggled and began to tap me with her
toes.
"That's it! That's what she did! Ummm, Mom, that
feels good."
"Then what? Did she twiddle you?" Mom began to
peddle her feet alternately, rolling my penis in
between and giving me a most delightful
sensation.
I laughed at her word "twiddle" and said, "No,
she was afraid you would see her."
"Did she say that?"
I don't remember, but she looked over at you,
then she went in and you came out.
"And I got a handful of cock!" Mom laughed.
I had never heard Mom use that word, and it was
electrifying to me coming out of her mouth.
"Now, tell me how you touched her."
"Oh it was really nothing, Mom," realizing it
that while it was the truth, Mom's curiosity
would be aroused.
"Show me."
"OK," I said, sinking to my knees, "Get on your
knees. She pulled her knees under her and we sat
facing each other. Her gown was pulled up mid
thigh.
"Now, we were kind of treading water even though
it wasn't over our heads, and our...we'll let me
show you." I nudged my left knee in between her
knees. I went partially up her thigh, but the
gown was taut across her lap. "Mom, I can't get
close enough."
Mom pulled up the gown even more, revealing her
upper thighs. I wriggled in almost touching her
crotch with my knee. That brought her left knee
in between my two knees, and her knee in a
grazing contact with my cock. I looked at her,
and her eyes were on it.
"Then I reached down by her knee," I said, "Like
this," I put my hand on the outside of her leg
just above her knee, "and I slid it up, like
this." I slid up the thigh and when I reached
the gown, I simply pushed it aside and went under
it, all the way to my mother's rounded, naked
buttocks, and there I stopped.
"See, I told you it wasn't much," I said, "She
didn't give me anymore signals, so I didn't do
anything else." I looked at Mom's face, hovering
not even a foot from mine.
"Smart boy," she said, taking my cock into her
hand, leaning forward and kissing me. She didn't
stroke me, just held me, but God knows it was
only a slower trip to the same place. Then she
released me and said,
"Wayne, go turn the light on."
Puzzled and a little disappointed, I got out of
bed and walked to the light switch by the door.
I snapped on the light, then saw that Mom had
moved to the edge of the bed, her feet hanging
off the bed onto the floor. She raised a hip and
pulled her gown under her, and raised the other
hip and did the same, pulling it up around her
waist. She held her knees tight together, but I
could see the brown curly top of her pubic
triangle and gazed in anticipation.
"You know what you're gonna do now?"
"See your, your pussy?" I chortled.
"Yes, we'll do that too," she said. "OK, get down
in front of me."
I knelt and looked as Mom began to open her legs.
She looked at herself and said, "You can't see
much right now, but just look. What you see
mostly is my pubic hair. Some women shave it,
but I never do. If I were a man, I'd want to see
a natural woman. That's what I want in my man.
Like you are, Wayne, and you're beautiful the way
you are."
Without realizing it my hand went to my pubic
hair and I ran my fingers through it. When I
discovered what I was doing, I stopped.
"Now, come close Wayne."
I leaned in and Mom said, "Look it over, feel of
it."
I reached a tentative finger and touched the
area.
"Push on it," she said.
When I did, I found a soft pad of fat overlaying
a hard bone.
"Now, just a moment." Mom scooted back and gave
herself room to hook her heels on the edged of
the bed, and spread out her genitalia before me.
"Come close, sweetheart."
My first impression was that of an animal. Her
hairy vulva was like some coarse furred exotic
beast. Frankly to my virgin eyes, it made the
prospect of intercourse with such a creature
almost an alien thing. I know I must have
flinched a fraction. Then I approached it
cautiously, as if it would snap at me with sharp
teeth. Yet its lure was overpowering. I could
see through the light hair to a muddle of tissue,
folded and wadded together. It's its soft
closures seemed to invite a deliberate opening.
"Now, darling, take your finger and feel of it."
I lightly traced the vertical furrow of flesh
from top to bottom with my finger. Then I
wriggled my finger into the middle part,
encountering a moist, solid patch of flesh.
"Go lower, and push as you go," Mom said.
I went lower and my finger sank in to the second
knuckle, and there I brought myself to a stop.
"Put more fingers in," Mom said.
"How many?" I asked and Mom laughed. When she
laughed I felt her pussy tighten around my finger
and loved the sensation.
"Well, just do it one at a time till you can't
get anymore in," she laughed.
I slipped in two, then three fingers and moved
them farther in, then out. I went deeper and
soon I was all the way in. Once I heard a
sucking sound against them, and I positioned my
fingers so that practically every time I
withdrew, the smacking was heard.
"You're so wet!" I said.
"That's so my man can slide in and out easily,"
she said, "It gets that way when a woman get
sexually excited."
I asked a silly question, "Are you sexually
excited?"
"Well, what do you think, loverboy?
I continued to move my fingers around in this
wonderfully thick puddle of wet flesh.
"Can you smell me?" Mom asked.
"Smell you?"
"Yes, put your face close and breathe in."
I pulled within six inches of my mother and
inhaled. The affect of the smell on my nose was
the same as the sight of her full hairy groin.
It was like some frightened strange animal was
being chased and had left a feral vapor in the
air. It was wild and musky and at first, an
assault on my senses. Then as I hovered, it
became powerfully alluring.
"Oh God, Mama!" My hand gripped my penis.
"Are you OK, sweetie?"
"I want to fuck you. I want to put it in!" I
said, backing away, pulling my fingers out.
"Wait darling, you need to control yourself. I
have more to show you. Are you gonna be OK?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Tell me when you're ready, and I'll go on."
I waited a moment, and my breathing evened out.
"Go ahead Mom."
She said, "Wayne, look carefully what I'm showing
you." My mother then used her own fingers to
spread herself open to me. I saw the wonderfully
wet, pink flesh reveal itself as she pulled her
petals back. Her vagina gaped slightly and I
could see the wet padded area, puffy and fading
back into darkness.
I began to breathe hard again, and my heart felt
as though it would leave my chest.
"Oh please let me fuck you Mama, I love you so
much!"
Mom closed her legs suddenly and sat up. I was
crushed. I thought she was angry with me. She
stood up.
"Sit down here on the edge of the bed, where I
was," she said.
Feeling as if I had been slapped and about to
weep, I sat.
Mom spread my knees, knelt in front of me and
slipped her mouth over my penis and began to
suck. The picture in front of me was so utterly,
so deliciously obscene I lunged upward and shot
my semen into her mouth. "Ohhhhhh, God!
Ohhhhh, Mom!"
I lay back propping myself with my elbows,
bucking my hips toward her face. Semen flooded
over her hands, though she kept me covered with
her mouth and swallowed several times. She
licked at her hands and finally pulled away. My
semen spotted her chin and it glistened in the
light.
"How was that darling?"
"Oh Mom. I... I thought you were mad at me!"
"No way, loverboy. I'm in love with you."
"I love you too Mom."
"But darling, I'm trying to show you how to make
your lady feel good."
"Are you my lady, Mom?"
"I am at the moment, sweetie, but you'll find a
girl your age and make her happy. She'll make
you happy. Don't grow dependent on me. One of
these days, some young girl your age will do this
for you."
"I'm..." I stammered. I had started to say that
I only wanted her, forever, but I realized that
it was the very thing she was trying to avoid.
"I am learning Mom, I'm learning. You're a good
teacher."
"Now, you think you can look at me without
jumping all over me?" she laughed.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's OK babe. Now, trade places with me."
We switched again and Mom again spread her legs,
then stretched the tissues of her vulva wide and
said, "Come close again, sweetheart."
I did, and found I had mellowed to the smell, but
still found it captivating.
"Now see there, at the top, where it all comes
together? Open that up with your fingers and see
if you see a little bump."
I pushed open the wet tissues, finding them so
slick I could hardly hold on. Finally I saw it,
just a small protrusion, a little whiter than the
surrounding pink.
"That's my clitoris, darling. That's where you
rub, I mean not right on it, but near it. When
you want a lady to feel good, you touch her
there. Put your finger right next door to it and
rub very gently."
I did, feeling the thick wetness all around her.
I massaged her clitoris with the pad of my
forefinger and watched as her pelvis began to
jerk slightly at uneven intervals.
"You can kiss it, like I kissed you, if you want
to sweetheart."
"Is that what you want, Mom?" I asked in a husky
voice, a little apprehensive.
"If you want to baby."
I puckered my lips and reluctantly kissed
directly over her clitoris, smacking it once and
getting a satisfied, "yes!" I smacked again and
again, then, inspired by my mom's oral favors to
me and her seductive smell, I opened my lips and
licked her, tasting of the strange wild leafy
flavor. Mom lifted upward, and I knew she was
asking for more. I licked and sucked and smacked
enthusiastically, delighting in her rotating
pubis and her muttered words.
"Suck me baby, suck me off." Her voice faded
away to almost nothing, but I heard, "Eat my
pussy, Wayne." Then, very loud, "Oh, shit
Wayne, suck me into your mouth."
By now, I was super hard and bent on satisfying
my mother's every need. As I continued to suck,
she seemed to hold her pubis up, shuddering in
the tension, pushing higher, pressing it into my
mouth. I increased the speed and pressure of my
tongue. She bucked so uncontrollably I was afraid
she'd hurt me.
"Put it in me, Wayne," she said frantically, her
pussy trembling in my face. "Damn it, Wayne. Put
it in me!"
I was rock hard now, but now I was a little
distance back from orgasm. I stood and
deliberately slid my cock into my mother, feeling
every hot wet millimeter of the entry, absorbing
every shock of her pubis against me. Her hand
came over the top to stimulate her clitoris with
her fingers. I took that as a signal and took
over doing what she'd been doing. And, I could
watch it all, standing comfortably as I was, with
my knees flexed against the bed and my weight
leaning against my mother's wild pelvis.
Groaning loudly, she went into an orgasmic spasm,
jerking her hips sharply to the right or left,
jamming, it seemed to me, for the best feeling.
She pushed herself so far up against me that my
foreskin was stretched tight. All sorts of
wonderful, soft protrusions bumped against me as
she moved. When she paused, I resumed my
movement and after a few moments, she climaxed
again.
She slowed her movement but never actually ceased
after that. Then I sensed my mother was working
to bring me to a second climax, twisting and
colliding with me, her teeth clenched and bared.
When it finally hit, it came with a punch that
sent a wave of pleasure clear up my spine,
thumping into my brain. My thighs quivered as I
poured myself into her. I roared out my joy with
a loud, "Lea!" I held her hips high, suspended
there inside her, then I collapsed, pitching
myself to her side, and lying motionless as she
stroked my ass. After awhile I crawled up into
bed, lay on my back and waited for her to move
next to me. In a moment, I felt her curly short
hair on my shoulder, her warm arm across my chest
and her long leg on my satiated penis. Then we
slept.
End of Part 4
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