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Auntie, Mom's Friend and Mom PART 2 OF 2
"It's true, isn't it? I mean, if she didn't, why would you want to spend so
much time with her? She's told me everything, you know. It's not like we
don't talk..."
I was beginning to feel something. I heard some subtle, maybe not so subtle
things in my ears that were going right to my dick, and I was wondering how I
could be having these twinges in my crank with my own mother in the room. "Well,
what is it that you talk about?"
"Ginny likes to get into it. You know that she's like a truck driver sometimes
with her mouth. Maybe you like that, too. But she says how much you like
to...suck her boobs..."
"Aww mom, I don't want to hear you talk like that..."
"No, no no, it's okay. In fact, it's more than okay. I want...I need..." She
stumbled over her words "Something from you. When you come in the bathroom with
me when I've been undressed..."
I protested, "No, I've never..."
"Let me finish. I know you look at me..."
"No, ma, I haven't..."
Her tone became just a bit more firm. "Now listen... It's okay, really." Then
she dropped her tone to soothing. "In fact, I like it. Now if you'll let me
finish, I want to tell you what I want... I know you think Ginny's boobs are
beautiful, she tells me you tell her that all the time." Mom looked up, and
gazed intently into my eyes. "But I think mine are just as nice. What do you
think...?"
Mom slowly stood up, sliding off the edge of the bed. She still had on her old
robe, but after she came to her full 5'4" height in front of me, about 3 feet
away, she opened the robe, and let it slowly fall to the floor as she pulled it
back off her shoulders, revealing those tits I'd seen only in passing. She still
wore the same kind of white panties that Ginny wore, and that I knew she, my
mother, always wore, but I was too utterly blown away to even notice them.
I sucked in my breath. I couldn't say anything. "Well, what do you think? Are
they as pretty as Ginny's? I know they aren't quite as big, but they're probably
firmer..." she said in a low voice, as seductive as I'd ever heard her.
I looked up, and saw those suckable nipples, almost as big as Ginny's, on the
end of a pair of tits, not like those I would see in Playboy or Penthouse or
Hustler, but ones I would call in later life 'real tits', full and not perfect
for a magazine but perfect for fondling and kissing and licking and sucking...
"But...I don't understand..." I gulped, "what do you want...? What about
Dad?" I stared long and hard at those nipples, and my cock began to grow in
spite of myself.
"Well," she said, "Ginny and I talk, like I told you. She tells me that you
absolutely love to suck her nipples. I...I'm not sure how to tell you this, but
I absolutely love to have my nipples sucked. Your father," she seemed to be
unhappy with the word, "doesn't like to do anything like that... And Ginny tells
me how wonderful it feels..." As she spoke, she started to almost unconsciously
place her hands under each breast and ever so slowly and gently lift them, ever
so slightly, as if to offer them to my mouth, and I was by then beginning to
shake with nerves and desire.
"I know that want to be with Ginny every day if you could," she said, "and you
can't be. I know you play with yourself all the time, that you want sex all the
time, and I'd love to give you the chance to experience at least some of what
you get with Ginny whenever you want it. I'd like to let you suck my nipples
whenever you want to, and you can play with yourself when you do, and I won't
care... You don't have to pretend to hide that from me anymore..."
I couldn't stand it. I reached out my arms slowly, and my mother came to me. I
was in my chair, and I parted my knees so that she could come close enough for
me to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. "Oh God..." I wanted to say, and
my mother said it for me...
I kissed it gently, then my tongue lightly touched the very tip, and from there,
I started to swirl my tongue ever so gently around more and more of the nipple
and felt it grow against my tongue. In the back of my mind, I could not believe
I was licking my own mother's tit, but it was good, better than good, better
than fantastic. I started to go from licking to sucking, first very tenderly,
then with increasing passion, until I was breathing heavily. Then I took my
mouth away, and, being utterly carried away and not thinking what I was doing,
said to her "Mom, I want you to sit down, let me get on my knees, and suck you".
She backed away, and I reached up my hands and took hers as I stood up with the
biggest pole under my shorts I'd ever had in my life. She didn't look at my cock
under my pants, but just looked in my eyes, as she turned 180¡, and I helped her
sink into the chair. I instantly was on my knees, and sucking as if for my life.
She took her hands and ran them through is hair, her neck arched a bit, not
overly so, but in obvious pleasure. "Suck me, suck me, baby". I sucked and
sucked, and finally had to take my cock out, which I was starting to beat in a
heavy rhythm, until I came with a sigh... Only then did I lean back on my
haunches and take in the sight of my glorious mother, leaned back a bit in my
chair, nipples erect and hard and at attention, her face flushed, her breasts
full. I'd noticed before, but really noticed now, the fullness of my mother's
belly, never the flat board of the hard bodies, but it was beautiful. I knew I
wanted to experience that navel which was below the panty line, the spot marked
by a flat spot stretched taut... But I felt I already had gone as far as she
would let me.
"Mom, how was that?" I breathed.
"Wonderful," she sighed, "but I need a lot more sucking than that...," and I
went back to work and licked and sucked until my mother's back arched with
pleasure and she cried and "hmmmm"ed after what may have been her coming... I
never thought Ginny would be outdone, but just my mother's breasts were enough
to convince me that she would be the best sex of my life, ever...
I stopped suckling, and just laid there, my head lightly against one of her
breasts. She held me against her. "You can have me like this every day," she
said. "Every day, after school, whenever your father isn't home, anytime... I
love you." I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep knowing my beautiful fucking
mother was in the room next to mine...
Well, she was truly beautiful, my cock felt that for sure. Every day when I came
home from school, I'd come in the door, look my mother in the eye, take her
hand, and lead her to my bedroom. We got to the point where it was almost as
exciting for me to unbutton her blouse, turn her around, unhook her bra, and
start fondling her tits, as it was to suck them. The anticipation was
tremendous, every fucking day. I'd walk into the house with a huge hard on, and
eventually, I'd even drop my pants so I was naked from the waist down while I
stripped my mother to her waist. There were days before I'd undress her that I'd
come up from behind her, kiss her neck, tongue her ear, and feel her boobs
through her top, and started the slightest pushing with my hips into her ass.
She was always a little defensive then, wanted only her tits to receive
attention. Bu that attention she loved more than anything, I think she was in
love with my mouth.
And I had the freedom that I never had before. I used to have to listen, hardly
breathing, whenever I stroked himself or beat off between the pillows, afraid
I'd get caught, but now, not only did I not have to be furtive and hide, I could
do whatever I wanted to pleasure myself with my door wide open. Even better,
there were days when I had to relieve himself even after sucking my mother's
gorgeous lobes, and I would go out to her, tell I was going to play with myself,
and she would most often come in my room to watch. I hoped for more, of course,
even though I continued to fuck my 'girlfriend' Ginny.
One day, after many weeks of suckling, and having always done nothing with my
cock but stroke it myself, I thought I'd try something different. I knew my
mother enjoyed looking at my cock, but she'd never said anything about ever
touching it herself. Well, I wanted her to do something for me. After a
particularly intense sucking session, and having avoided touching himself, I
stood up with my raging hard on and placed myself as close to my mother as I
could, she still slumped down in the chair in my room. Mom stared at my boner
lovingly. I just stood there, come oozing out the tip of my throbbing penis, and
started talking. "Mom, I know you haven't said we'd ever do more than what we
have been doing, but I'd give anything to at least rub my dick on your tits..."
She knew what I wanted. "Let's do something even better." She stood up, and laid
down on my bed, her tits swaying as she walked. "Come over here to the bed. Get
on top of me and I'll let you rub your cock between my tits..." Yes, even her
language had gotten more intimate. It took me all of 5 seconds to be on top of
my mother, thrusting my stiff dick on my dear mother's chest as she grabbed her
full, pretty melons and pushed them together so tightly that I thought it felt a
lot like being inside Ginny's sweet tight cunt. Faster and faster I pumped,
until I came, gushing, "Ughhhhhh..." The splatter, not a very great deal as I'd
been pumping my meat many times each day, was still enough to make a pool of
liquid love on the spot just above where her cleavage would have been if she
were sitting up. I lifted myself off of her, and set one cheek of my butt right
near her hip, close, and started to lovingly massage my jism into her skin. "Now
that was great," I murmured, and started to take a drop of my come on the tip of
my finger and work it into one of her nipples. She continued to lay there, her
eyes open, probably not sure where this was going.
I continued to love the attention my mother allowed me to give her. There was no
bound to our intimacy any longer. I would wander into the bathroom whenever she
was bathing, sometimes to kneel over the edge of the tub and massage her tits,
and sometimes to let my eyes drift to that dark hair on her mons that still
fascinated me and couldn't keep off my mind. Not only her pubic hair, but that
slightly protuberant belly stimulated my imagination. Her navel, slightly closed
from a bit of underlying padding, looked like a perfect place to put the tip of
my cock, and rub until I came... What would that belly, rubbing against mine,
during passionate fucking, feel like? She let me look.
It wasn't entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks into this
relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well. No longer,
unless I chose to do so, did I have to relieve the aching pleasure in my nuts by
pulling at my own cock. My mother started doing that for me. One day, after our
regular tit suck session, and after coming while stroking myself, I just backed
up, and stood up. My cock was still hard, of course. I was bold then. "Mom,
Ginny likes to play with it. I'd love to have you play with it, too". She looked
up at me, and then down at my raging hard on, then after minute of just looking,
reached out and brushed the underside of my shaft with the tips of one hand,
starting to slide up and down, then faster, giving her all, her hand fully in
contact, until I shot off. "God, Mom, that was incredible," I shuddered. I'd
finally experienced my mother's touch.
Presently, my thoughts centered on intercourse. I thought about it all the time.
God, what an experience it would be to fuck my mother! A few short months into
this love affair, it turned out my father, was going on a week long trip. I knew
exactly what I wanted, but wasn't sure how to approach my mother. No point in
being subtle. One afternoon after suckling her passionately, I simply told her
"Mom, I think we need to screw." I wasn't yet comfortable with using the word
fuck in front of her, though I hoped one day I would be. "Really? What are you
talking about?," she said. "Well, after all we've done, I think I'd like for us
to pretend you're my wife, and I'm your husband, while dad's gone for that week
trip he's taking." We were lovers in everything but fucking anyway, and taking
my penis into her wetness wouldn't make it any more wrong. But she put me off.
"I don't think we can do that..." "But Mom..." "It isn't enough that you have
Ginny, and you get to kiss me whenever and I beat you off?" "Well, yeah, I love
sucking you, but I want more..." I wasn't sure where things would lead, and I
was really worried that I'd fucked things up by going too far.
The weeks passed, until the night came when my father was out of town. Each day
had been as before, a mixture of licking and sucking and having her masturbate
me and putting my cock between her tits. I'm sure we both thought about the
conversation we'd had weeks before, and I was hoping that on this night, the
first night we'd be completely free from the danger of my father walking in on
us, I would be inside my sweet mother. She saw the looked in my eyes when I'd
come home from school that day, knew what I was expecting.
And perhaps she was as well, even though we'd not said a word about it since.
That night, after her bath, she abandoned her usual ritual of putting on a pair
of full white panties under her nightgown. Didn't bother to put on anything at
all, before slipping her robe on, which I learned shortly. This was going to be
the night. She came into my room, where I sat with a huge erection, pants
already off. I knew what was happening, instantly. She stood before me,
silently, and dropped her robe to the floor. I sat forward, and her freshly
washed pussy was just a foot from my nose. We gazed into each other's eyes. Then
I reached behind her hips, took her ass cheeks in my hands, and pulled her
closer, firmly, but gently, so close now that the longest of the dark hairs were
now touching my nose. I couldn't stand it. My tongue slipped out of my mouth,
and encountered the flesh of my mother's labia. I started to kiss, a slow, open
mouthed kiss on the beginnings of her sex.
And then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulders, motioning for me to stand,
and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Okay, darling, you'll be my
husband. I'm yours..." she said as she laid back on her bed, and parted her
legs. This was like a dream for me, couldn't believe she was offering her entire
body to me. But I couldn't stand it, again, and moved quickly to those parted
thighs, for the first time looking into her pussy, lips slightly out, surrounded
by that deeply shaded hair. Yes, yes, I slipped my tongue into that already damp
slot of lust.
I could not believe that I was licking my mom's pussy. The smell, the feeling,
the taste, wetness that I couldn't wait to slide my aching dick into. I was so
hot and excited that I took only enough time to run my tongue from her hot hole,
over her hairy mons, up over that full belly, between her tits, and then,
pausing only for a moment, before sinking my throbbing erection into the
slippery loveliness of her hot gash.
I was so utterly turned on, even by my own chant of "Mom, mom, mom, mom..."
which I'd started to say with every thrust of my cock into her quim.
Finally, after ever increasing moans of passion, I came and spurted what felt
like a gallon of spew into her sweet cunt. "Oh God, I love you, Mom" I sighed
when hew could breath again, still pumping her with the little bit of stiffness
I had left. I never wanted to be outside that lovely pussy again, I thought.
Later on that night, while I wanted to keep fucking her, my fascination with the
hair between her legs made me try something a little different. The next hard on
I got, I started to rub my cock through the fur on her pussy. And instead of
slipping my dick inside her, I moved up a little, and ended up rubbing my balls
in that patch of hair, an incredible stimulation to my nuts, so much so that
after rubbing them over and over in the silky fur, I came, came on my mother's
belly, which I worked in with my hands after I finally was able to stop himself
from stroking my genitals through the hair, then rubbing her stomach and cunt
with my hand, massaging in my come.
My penis was hers. After letting me caress her, she lifted her head from the
pillow, enough to look down at my crotch and my now only semi rigid member,
still glistening with her juices. She reached down to start to stroke it.
She touched my cock with her hand, and I almost shuddered with her touch, the
anticipation of pleasure, even after all the sex we'd had. She took my member
between her thumb and forefinger, making an O shape, and starting sliding that
ring up and down the shaft, feeling the slipperiness of her own wetness making
the perfect friction, until I came again.
After fucking her as many times as I could, and feeling tired, I lay next to her
as she lay on her back, whispering loving words to her, and gently moving my
hand between her legs as we both fell off to sleep...
I had my dream come true. What boy would not want to come home from school,
knowing that he had a hot mouth and tongue, full breasts with sweet erect
nipples, and a wet loving cunt waiting for him whenever he got there? I'd walk
into the house, again taking my mother's hand and walk with her to my bedroom,
and start to strip her, only now, I didn't have to stop after I'd unveiled her
to the waist. I could continue to peel off whatever she was wearing below,
usually some kind of slacks, and then, most often on my knees, start rolling the
white panties off her full belly, exposing that patch of hair that I loved so
well, until she stood there, nude, and ready for sex. I'd often start to kiss
her pubic hair, smelling the womanly scent coming from the always moistening
labia, and I'd get so excited that I'd have trouble pulling off my clothes as
she lay back on my bed and open her legs to receive my dick inside of her. I
loved that fact that I could, almost any time I wanted, fill my mother with my
liquid lust, and which was turning into liquid love, to be sure. I wondered if
I'd ever find sex as good as it was with my darling mother.
There were later days when the danger of our sex was too great with my father
around, and on those days we'd excite each other by moments of flashing each
other. I'd take out my stiff cock and let her stroke it a few times, and when
she could, she'd drop her pants so I could look at her pussy, and sometimes have
enough time to let me kiss and lick it...
We did more, too. She didn't want to, but in time, I'd get her to suck my cock,
and I'd lick her asshole, and more, but maybe that's another story...
The End
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