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"A Mother's Love" 
   by A. G. Thomas


Mom died last year and I miss her. I miss the only 
woman who I have ever loved. But the memory of our love 
keeps me going and not a day has gone by that a smile 
doesn't cross my face as I think back all those long 
years ago when I was the ripe young age of fourteen in 
1973 when Mom and I became lovers.

My dad had served as an advisor from 1958 till 1963 in 
Viet Nam after the French lost at Dien Bien Phu. For 
five straight years my dad lived in the jungles 
training and fighting beside the people trying to keep 
the communists from taking over South Viet Nam. While 
he was gone I was born, conceived the night before he 
left when neither of them knew if he would ever come 
home. During the first few years of my life I had no 
dad around and when my Mom did get letters from him 
they only told of friends of his that had either been 
killed or were missing in action. When he finally came 
home in 1963 his family, Mom and me were like strangers 
to him, and though he tried Mom would tell me that he 
found it hard to love a son he had never met and a wife 
who he had not seen in years. 

Mom loved him deeply but his sudden rages as well as 
his withdrawing from the people that loved him put a 
strain on our family life. Mom would cry a lot when he 
flew into one of his rages and as the months went by 
she even started drinking. And then one day in 1967 he 
didn't return from Fort Dix and when after 3 days Mom 
called the fort asking for him they told her that he 
had shipped out to Nam again. Mom became depressed and 
had to visit a doctor quite often.

Through all her troubles Mom took care of me, 
protecting and sheltering me from the cruel things that 
were said about my dad and the other men serving in 
Viet Nam and then one day in 1969 when I got home from 
school Mom was sitting in the kitchen crying. Broken 
dishes as well as pots and pans were laying all over 
the floor and at first I thought she had hurt herself 
but then she grabbed me hugging me so hard that I 
started to cry, telling me in between sobs that my dad 
was missing in action. To me Mom was the most beautiful 
woman in the world and one of the strongest as I found 
out in the next few years.

As she pulled my young nine year old body to her lap 
and rocked me as if I were a baby I swore to her that I 
would be her man and that I would never leave her like 
my dad had done, and here begins the story. Mom  made 
our home happy again and over the next few years she 
hugged and kissed me a lot, telling me that she loved 
her little man and my heart would swell with pride and 
love for her as I threw my little arms around her and 
kissed her back. About the time I started noticing 
girls in 1973 my friends and I would talk about some 
really pretty girl that we had seen, saying how big her 
titties were and how well her body was shaped and even 
though none of us had even kissed a girl let alone 
slept with one we would say how nice it would be to 
fuck her. 

One day one of the guys snuck his dad's girlie magazine 
out and we spent the afternoon looking at naked women. 
I couldn't help but compare them to my Mom as I looked 
at the pictures, to me none of them looked anywhere 
near as pretty or had a figure like hers. You see Mom 
worked out at least three times a week and though she 
was 32 years old, her slim girlish figure and beautiful 
face made the women in the magazine look ugly by 
comparison. Until that moment I had never really 
compared her to anyone else, she was just to my eyes 
the most beautiful and loving mother in the world, but 
now as I pictured her in my mind comparing her to other 
mothers as well as the women in the magazine I could 
see her long reddish blond hair surrounding her lightly 
freckled face and her tits though not large like the 
women in the magazine, were what us boys called a hand 
full, and her waist was narrow flaring out to hips and 
buttocks that were perfect. 

And as I pictured Mom's figure in my 14 year old mind, 
I felt my dick get so hard that my balls hurt, because 
the only way to describe her was to say she was a foxy 
lady. I began sneaking peeks at Mom whenever I could, 
trying to see up her miniskirts without her noticing 
and watching her through cracks in doors as she either 
showered or dressed. Mom had never worked because dad 
had left her a great deal of money through insurance 
and investments and though we were not what people 
called rich we never hurt for anything, so like I said 
Mom was always at home. I had always hugged and kissed 
Mom before and after school but now I began to let my 
lips stay against hers more and I would rub my young 
body against hers as I told her I was her man and loved 
her. I was walking around with a hard on almost all the 
time and a couple of times as I held her close and 
kissed her Mom would pull back, gently holding me at 
arms length while looking at me kind of funny. 

A couple of months after I had started all this I asked 
her why she had never gone out with anybody in all the 
time my dad had been away and a small tear slid down 
her cheek as she told me that she still loved my dad 
and that she prayed that some day he would come home, 
and then tussling my hair playfully she said besides 
she had a man at home that loved her and who she deeply 
loved. That was it, I was utterly and hopelessly in 
love and not even God himself could have stopped what 
happened that Saturday morning. Mom came into my room 
to wake me as usual but I pretended to be asleep and 
then telling her little sleepy head to wake up she 
pulled my covers off. And there I lay stark naked with 
my 5 inch prick pointing straight to the ceiling, she 
gave a slight gasp, and then to my delight stood there 
looking at my boner.

Still pretending to be asleep I stretched lazily and 
put my hand around my dick murmuring. Mom bent down to 
hear what I was mumbling and as her hair brushed my 
face I whispered that I loved her and then I threw my 
arms around her neck pulling her atop me and kissed her 
lips pushing my tongue into her mouth like I had heard 
older boys say that girls liked. At first she didn't do 
anything but then she tried to untangle my arms and 
rise from the bed. My hand touched her breast and 
without knowing why I took her nipple between my thumb 
and forefinger and rolled it between them. Pulling away 
from me she just sat on the edge of the bed with her 
back to me and as I tried to hug her she brushed my 
hands away sobbing "don't." As I lay there naked with 
her sitting fully clothed on my bed I told her I was 
sorry but that I loved her so much it hurt and then I 
rolled over.

Putting one leg up as she turned and brushed my face 
gently with her hand I turned back to her and my cock 
seemed to grow another inch and get twice as hard. Moms 
skirt was almost around her waist exposing her panties 
to my young eager eyes and then she bent forward 
pressing her lips to mine pushing her tongue into my 
mouth. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I 
thought it would burst from my chest as our tongues 
entwined and then her fingers raked softly over my 
chest and belly before closing around my throbbing 
dick. Moaning softly into Mom's mouth as we kissed and 
her fingers clutched and unclutched my dick I heard her 
whisper that it had been so long and for her little man 
to go slow. Now telling a young 14 year old sex crazed 
boy in love to go slow or be gentle is like asking 
water to flow up hill, but I tried, God knows I tried. 
Pulling her on top of me and running my hands over her 
body as I kissed her deeply I breathed into her mouth 
that I loved her over and over. 

Her fingernails raked over my heaving chest, scraping 
my nipples sending electric shocks up my body and then 
she pulled away from me and slid her panties down her 
long legs and then half crawled and half lifted me 
until I was laying on top of her. And then looking deep 
into my eyes she reached between us and guided my dick 
to her pussy whispering that she loved her little man. 
I'm not going to lie and tell you that it was the 
greatest sex ever etc; etc; because as my dick entered 
the hot tight tunnel of Moms pussy and her legs wrapped 
around my lunging hips, I exploded so hard that to me 
it felt like I was pissing. I mean my cum just came out 
in a solid stream.

As she held me tight I started crying telling her I was 
sorry and she just whispered that it was all right and 
that the next time would be better. As always Mom was 
right because after resting for about a half an hour 
with her arms around me kissing my neck and ears my 
cock got hard again and this time as I entered her we 
worked together almost in slow motion. To me it was 
pure heaven as I listened to her soft voice and her 
gasping breath and somehow I knew to let Mom control 
everything. From that day on Mom and I slept together 
and made love at least three times a day. Love, not 
just sex, but love because it was gentle and tender 
because her little man loved her dearly. 

Mom started wearing just negligees around the house and 
when I asked her why she just didn't go naked she told 
me that a woman always looked sexier wearing at least 
something, peaking a mans imagination and making him 
want her all the more. About then Mom taught my how to 
make love to a woman using my tongue what some people 
called eating pussy. I had not thought I could love her 
more then I already did but I was wrong, our love 
making grew more intense as the weeks and months passed 
and I was walking around with a shit eating grin on my 
face all the time.

By the time I hit 15 my friends started bragging about 
fucking this girl or that one and Donald even bragged 
about fucking his younger sister. Of course I kept 
quiet even though I wanted to shout out my love for Mom 
and tell the guys what a great woman she was. Now 
Donald took a lot of ribbing about fucking his little 
sister, you know, things like being full of bull shit 
and stuff like that especially when he told us that his 
sister would fuck all six of us. She was only a year 
younger then us and quite pretty with tits about the 
size of small oranges (just slightly smaller then Moms) 
and her figure was pretty good too and she really 
looked hot wearing micro mini's. 

Tramping over to his house the next day just to keep 
him happy we were surprised when his sister came into 
the living room and plopped into his lap and began 
kissing him. Their hands fondled each other and as she 
squirmed in his lap we could all see that she wasn't 
wearing any panties. He began finger fucking her right 
there in front of us calling her a slut and a whore and 
told her to beg his friends to fuck her.

"Do any of you guys want to fuck this cock hungry tramp 
cause I don't feel like doing it. I've already fucked 
her twice today but she still needs a cock." As we sat 
there opened mouthed watching her get hotter and hotter 
as he talked dirty to her calling her a slut, tramp, 
and a whore he had her stand and take off her clothes 
and then ask us to fuck her. Now if you want to see 
something funny, you should see six boys trying to get 
their clothes off and get to a pretty girl who had just 
asked if any of us wanted to fuck her.

That afternoon each of us fucked her at least twice as 
Donald kept yelling obscenities at her while taking 
pictures of her fucking us. From that day on us boys 
would gather at Donald's house once a week and smoke 
pot and fuck his kid sister. She took our cocks in 
every hole she had but really got off when two or three 
of the guys fucked her simultaneously. Donald gave each 
of us a picture of her fucking us like that, and that 
is where things began to change between Mom and me 
because one day she found the picture of Tom, Donald 
and me with our cocks buried in his kid sister, as well 
as my stash of pot. 

I had still been making love to Mom at least three 
times a day except on the day of our weekly sessions 
with Donald's sister. I began having visions of Mom 
fucking my friends and heaven help me when she found 
the picture and pot I told her that I would like to see 
her getting fucked like Barbara. Mom slapped me for the 
first time in my life telling me that I was a dirty 
little boy and that from now on I could just fuck that 
little tramp. She began wearing clothes around the 
house again and when ever I tried to touch her she 
would pull away. I could hear her crying at night when 
she thought I was asleep and I felt like shit. She no 
longer called me her little man or kissed me anymore 
and I would just sulk around the house when I wasn't in 
school.

I began staying away from my friends and Barbara and 
then one day about a month after Mom had found my stuff 
and quit making love to me she came into my room and 
shut of the stereo off saying that we had to talk. I 
burst into tears as I told her that Barbara meant 
nothing to me and that I only fucked her because of my 
friends. I confessed to having dreams of her being 
fucked by my friends like they did Barbara telling her 
that sometimes when I had fucked Barb I had envisioned 
her in her place, but that I had never told any of them 
about her and I making love. And then Mom told me that 
because she loved me and wanted to make her little man 
happy she would let my friends fuck her. Hugging me to 
her body she told me how to arrange it and then we made 
love for the first time in weeks. As luck would have it 
the next day was the day we usually fucked Barbara and 
when I showed up everybody greeted me and Barb let me 
go first saying that she had missed having my cock. 
Things slipped back to the way they used to be and then 
during the third weekly visit at Donald's house I let 
slip that even though Barb was a good fuck she didn't 
hold a candle to my Mom.

You could have heard a pin drop a mile away it got so 
quiet, and when Bill stammered asking what I meant by 
that I said nothing. They all began talking at once 
even Barbara asking if I was fucking my Mom and when I 
just looked at them with a shit eating grin they all 
said that they sure wished they had a Mom as sexy and 
good looking as mine, and that they would give their 
eye teeth to fuck a grown woman like her. As if 
changing the subject I asked Barb if she wanted another 
fuck session Saturday, jumping into my lap and kissing 
me she asked if it would only be me or everybody and 
then to the stunned silence of my friends I asked if 
she ever made love to another woman. 

Donald treats Barb like a dumb slut but she's smarter 
then my friends because as they sat opened mouthed 
trying to figure out where I was going Barbara's eyes 
lit. up like a 1000 watt bulb and gasped out  "Do you 
think I could George, Do you really think she would 
like me to lick her pussy" and then everybody figured 
out what I had in mind. Asking how I would get my Mom 
to fuck them  I said that Mom and I usually made love 
around 9:00 when we woke up and that if by chance they 
were to show up and catch us they could blackmail her 
into fucking them. Telling them that they would never 
be able to talk about fucking my Mom because they could 
go to jail they began arguing and then finally said 
they would have to be fools to tell anyone because if I 
didn't mind maybe they could fuck her once a week like 
Barbara. 

Laughing, I told them to show up at my house with Barb 
and we would see what happened. That night as we made 
love I told her that I had done just as she had said 
and as I talked about the boys and Barbara catching us 
making love Mom arched her back lifting me at least two 
feet into the air as she screamed out her orgasm. 
Laying in each others arms as she drifted off to sleep 
I realized that the woman I loved was looking forward 
to being fucked by a bunch of teenage boys and I felt 
somehow betrayed and hurt. 

In the morning I told her that I had changed my mind 
and that I only wanted her to make love to me, kissing 
me as her hand massaged my dick she told me that I was 
her little man and the only one she would ever love and 
make love to. With my friends it would not be love, 
only fucking, and that she was doing it because she 
loved me and wanted me to be happy. Unlocking the door 
we went up stairs and made mad passionate love with her 
on top and just as we finished I saw my friends and 
Barbara standing in the door way staring open mouthed 
and then everyone began clapping as we climaxed 
together. Mom pulled off her part like an actress, she 
was startled, ashamed, and angry all at once, and then 
as they threatened her saying unless she fucked them 
too, they would tell the cops she was fucking her son. 
Hanging her head and pleading with them not to tell 
anyone, they said that a hot looking woman like her 
needed more than just one cock and that unless she 
fucked all six of them she would be in trouble.

Pretending to give in and accepting what to them seemed 
inevitable she told them to go ahead and fuck her but 
that she didn't want her son to watch, but they just 
laughed as they tied her spread eagle to the bed 
telling me to watch as they shoved their cock's in her 
hot cunt and fucked her brains out. Mom fought as they 
tied her hands and feet to the bed and with tears in 
her eyes pleaded with them not to do this, and as they 
undressed our eyes met and she mouthed "I love you." 
After each of them fucked her Barbara crawled between 
Moms legs and ate her pussy, and then they untied her 
asking me if she sucked dick and when I mumbled yes 
they told her that if she wanted them to fuck her again 
she would have to beg them to suck and fuck their 
cocks. 

I thought things were starting to get out of hand as I 
had not planned this part and when I started to step 
forward the look in my mothers eyes stopped me. They 
were glazed and her body was moving seductively on the 
bed and then her voice pleaded with them to shove their 
cock's into her mouth and cunt and fuck her. As the 
first boys cock slipped into her mouth she mumbled 
around his plunging shaft for someone to fuck her cunt. 
When everyone had fucked her a second time and she had 
sucked all six of their cocks and swallowed their cum 
as they ordered, they told her to go down on Barbara 
and lick her snatch. 

Mom and Barb licked and fondled each other to climax as 
my friends called them sluts and whores telling them to 
lick pussy. And then it was over. Smiling at Mom and me 
as I knelt beside the bed running my hand softly 
against her cheek and whispering to her that I loved 
her. They told us that from now on she was their whore 
to do with as they pleased and that whenever any of 
them wanted a piece of her hot snatch I would see to it 
that she fucked them. 

I was madder then hell at my so called friends, they 
had gone way beyond what I had told them to do and I 
swore to get even. As I washed Mom's body and begged 
her forgiveness she just smiled telling me not to worry 
and that everything was fine, then she drifted off to 
sleep. Five minutes later the phone rang and Donald was 
asking if my Mom was ok and then said he was sorry for 
going beyond what I had told them to do but they had 
wanted to make it look real because they all knew that 
she would never fuck them again, and besides it had 
made his kid sister hotter then hell.

I almost didn't hear what he said because the blood was 
pounding in my ears so loud as I thought about killing 
him that I had to ask him to repeat what he had said. 
In between gasps and grunts he repeated what he had 
said and then just before he hung up he said again how 
sorry he was and then I heard him yelp as he screamed 
at his sister not to bite his dick. When Mom awoke the 
next morning in my arms she kissed me tenderly and then 
snuggled closer to me asking if I was proud of her and 
had she fucked my friends like I had dreamed, with a 
nod of my head I answered yes. 

Running her hands over my chest as she looked into my 
eyes I told her that I had thought things had gotten 
out of hand and had even thought about hurting or even 
killing Donald for what he had done to her but she 
purred softly telling me that she knew her little man 
would never let anything bad happen to her. I went on 
to tell her of his call and about how sorry he was. 
Looking down at her beautiful face I saw a child-like 
pout, "You mean I'm not their whore and they don't want 
to fuck me anymore?"  

I laughed telling her only if she wanted to be. And 
then we made love clinging tightly to each other 
professing to always love each other and as she lay in 
my arms and closed her eyes she sighed deeply and asked 
if it would be ok for her to be their whore next 
Saturday. 


                          -- The End --


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