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Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 23:04:13 +0000
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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 Kristen's collection - Directory 4
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