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Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 14:04:52 +0000
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Motherly Love By L Chapter One I was thirteen when my Father left. By the time I
turned fourteen, my Mother was well on her way to becoming an alcoholic. Only
thirty-six years old, she was still quite attractive but the booze was beginning
to take its toll on her, as if she were trying to drink herself into oblivion.
And there were so many different guys taking her out and stuff that I couldn't
keep track of all of them. There were many nights when some guy would bring her
home from bar hopping and Mom would just pass out on the sofa without even
making it to her bedroom. It was just such a night that something awoke me from
a sound sleep and I went downstairs to make sure everything was okay. As she had
done so many times before, Mom lay sprawled on the sofa snoring softly. Her
skirt had hiked itself almost up to her waist and she wasn't wearing any panties
at all. I stood there beside the sofa looking down at her exposed pussy and all
of a sudden I had a raging hard-on. I had seen Mom in various stages of undress
before, but it had never had affected me like it did that night. Her legs were
spread apart and I could see the pink and fleshy lips of her pussy and the dark
triangle of pubic hair and it turned me on so much that I grew dizzy as I stared
down at her. It was pure impulse then that caused me to bend down and lightly
rub my fingers against the fleshy lips of my Mother's pussy. She didn't even
stir and there was no break in her even breathing at my touch. Emboldened by her
lack of response, my heart pounding in my chest, I gently inserted a finger into
the crevice of her pussy and gently squirmed it around a little. The only
response Mom made was to squirm her pelvis slightly as my finger probed. It
suddenly dawned on me that if she wasn't making any resistance to my finger,
just maybe I could... Without even pausing to consider the possible
consequences, I pushed my pajama bottoms down and carefully climbed up onto the
sofa and positioned myself between my Mother's legs. I wasn't at all sure how to
proceed because I had never screwed a girl before, but I took hold of my rock-
hard dick and touched the tip against the lips of her pussy. I pushed forward a
bit and somehow found the mark because my penis slipped smoothly into Mom's
pussy. The feeling was incredible and I began to slowly slide my dick in and out
and to my amazement and delight, Mom started to move her hips in rhythm with my
movement and began moaning softly as I fucked her. "Oh Raymond... give it to me
hon... give it to me hard!!" I figured Raymond must have been the guy she was
out with earlier but I was enjoying myself too much to even care who it was she
was moaning about. I just started humping her harder and faster and then it was
my turn to moan aloud as I started cumming like I had never done before... not
even when I jerked off. After a while, I pulled myself out of her and rose on
shaky legs to pull my pajama's up again. I could see that Mom's eyes were still
closed. I reached down and tried to pull her skirt down a little, then ran
upstairs and jumped into my own bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the
pillow... Mom was already up and fixing breakfast when I got up the next
morning. When I walked into the kitchen where she stood at the stove I was
almost afraid to look at her. But she turned and smiled at me and told me to sit
down because she almost had breakfast ready. She was wearing her terrycloth robe
she liked so much and I couldn't help wondering what she was wearing beneath the
robe. As I sat down at the table I got a hard-on again. Placing a plate of
pancakes in front of me, Mom sat down at the table across from me and took a sip
of her coffee. "Robby honey," she said calmly, "... I think that you and I need
to have a little talk." "What about, Mom?" I asked, trying to sound innocent but
my heart in my throat. "What's wrong?" "I was drinking a lot last night,
honey... but I remember that Raymond didn't come into the house with me last
night. We made out in the car a while but I didn't invite him inside. You want
to tell me anything Robby?" Something told me to be honest with her. "Yes... I
g..guess so, Mom. You were sleeping on the sofa and your skirt was all up and
you didn't have any underwear on so I... I... did it to you. Please don't be mad
at me." "It's my own fault I guess," Mom sighed. "I'm a drunk and drunks do
strange things. I'm just sorry I had to corrupt my own son. Who knows, you are
so much like your father that maybe subconsciously I wanted you to... as you
say... do it to me. Do you understand, honey?" "I think so Mom," I replied, not
sure I understood at all. Just happy that she wasn't mad at me for what I did to
her. "Besides," she said with a smile, "... at your age your hormones are
racing. I can't really blame you... It's just that incest is such an ugly word.
Besides which, I could go to jail for what you did if anyone ever found out
about it." "No one will ever know, Mom," I said quickly. "I'll never tell
anyone!! Honest!!" "Okay hon... hey... how was it? I mean... did you enjoy it
baby?" "Oh Mom... it was really great!! I gushed. "It was so cool!" "Hmmm...
well... it's too bad I wasn't sober enough to enjoy it with you," she said with
a twinkle in her eyes. "It isn't fair. I had a handsome young man do "it" to me
and I was too far out of things to enjoy what was happening." "Well..." I said
impulsively, "... you're sober now Mom..." She just sat there and stared at me
thoughtfully for what seemed like a long time before she spoke again. "Robby?
Are you suggesting that we do "it" again?" "Only if you want to, Mom... I
mean... you know... since we already done it... I can't see any harm in it or
anything..." The words tumbling out of my mouth sounded like gibberish to my own
ears. "I mean... I won't ever tell... and ... geez... I mean..." I had a hard-on
from just talking about it to her and I squirmed around uncomfortably on my
chair. "Well now," she said softly, "...that's something I'll have to think
about for a while honey. Go ahead and finish your breakfast now, okay?" Chapter
Two I was on pins and needles for the next three or four days. Mom didn't say
anything more about it and things seemed back to normal, except for the fact
that Mom didn't seem to be drinking as much as she had before. And she didn't go
out on any dates or have any of her men friends stop by or anything. Like I
said, everything seemed to be normal except that every once in a while I would
catch her looking at me with a funny look in her eyes. It was that following
Thursday evening when things started happening. Mom and me were sitting on the
sofa watching television when I noticed that she had crossed her legs and the
hem of her skirt was really high above her knees. I looked down at her legs and
started thinking about what it had been like when I screwed her and I got this
super boner again. I already had changed into my pajama's and I guess she
noticed the bulge from my woody because she started teasing me. Oh Robby... you
are so bad," she said with a laugh. "Sitting there staring at your poor old
mother's legs and getting yourself all excited!" "I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I
can't help it! Your legs are so pretty and sexy and all." "Not bad for an old
broad, hunh?" she laughed again. Then she just sort of scooted on the sofa
closer to me and put her hand on my leg just above my knee. "Robby... you would
have to keep things very secret honey... you couldn't tell a living soul." "I
wouldn't tell anyone... honest Mom!!!!" I exclaimed Mom seemed to hesitate a
minute, then she slid her hand up my leg and cupped her palm over the bulge in
my pajama's. She squeezed her fingers around my peter and it felt so good I
almost came right then. Almost but not quite... I reached over and cupped my
hand over one of her tits, making sure not to dislodge her hand from my peter.
She wasn't wearing a bra so I just sort of massaged her tit with my hand. Moving
her hand away from my lap, Mom turned and switched off the lamp on the table
beside the sofa so that the only light in the room came from the TV Then she
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off so that her titties were out in the
open, then she reached for me again. Only this time she slid her hand down
inside my pajama bottoms to grasp my peter. I then reached my own hand out to
play with her titty once more. After a few minutes, Mom used her free hand to
push my pajama bottoms down below my knees. Brushing my hand away from her
titty, she bent down and kissed the head of my peter, then she sucked it into
her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and began an up and down sucking
movement with her head and started playing with my balls at the same time. "Oh
Mom... that feels so good," I said with a moan, "... but I want to fuck you
again... Can I please... Please...?" Sliding her mouth off of my peter, she
stood up beside the sofa and pulled down her skirt and panties until she was
naked, then she reached down and made me lay down on my back. She straddled me
then and lowered herself on to my dick. I slid all the way up inside her pussy
and she began moving herself up and down and all the time she was staring down
at my face... "Is this what you wanted, baby?" she said in a funny voice. "Is
this what you wanted? You wanted to fuck me, didn't you? Do you like how I'm
fucking you sweetheart..." She started slamming herself up and down on top of me
and I groaned out loud as I started shooting off up inside her. "Yes Mommy...
Yessss... fuck me... fuck meeeeeeee..." END
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