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I Remember Mother By Joshua Yes, I remember mother. She was a beautiful bitch,
and wanton. She had cotton-blonde hair tumbling down to softly rounded
shoulders, wide-set green eyes, a slender nose, and lips made for kissing. Her
breasts were full and upthrusting above a slender waist, svelte hips, and long,
straight legs. I remember I was twelve years old and mother was giving me a bath
in a tub of hot, soapy water, and I was embarrassed to tears because I felt I
was much too big for her to be bathing that way. She had already scrubbed my
neck, arms, and torso, and was even then immersed in the soapy water up to her
elbows, trying to wash my crotch, and I was squirming around in the tub, making
it difficult for her. After several minutes of struggling with me, she sat back
on her heels, frustrated, and blew a strand of hair off her forehead. "For
pity's sake, Jonathan!" she blurted. "How can I do a proper job of washing you
when you're all hunkered down in the tub like that? Stand up!" Now, I hesitated
to obey her, because I was aware that her ministrations around in my crotch had
given me a raging hard-on and I didn't want her to see it. She sat there for a
moment, waiting for me to mind, and got a little angry when I didn't.
"Jonathan?" she asked. There was an edge to her voice, and I knew the tone. You
didn't disobey mother more than once. Not if you knew what was good for you. I
stood up slowly, shame-faced, water and soap suds sheeting down off my body, and
there - just inches in front of her face - was my rigid, young cock, jutting
straight out and swaying slightly from the movement. Mother's eyes went wide in
shock and her mouth fell open. "My word, Jonathan!" she gasped. "I had no idea
you were this well developed!" She squinted at it curiously for a moment, then
scooped up a handful of water from the tub and trickled it over the length of my
throbbing prick, rinsing off the suds. She reached out then, hefted my hard
balls in her hand, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. "My God," she
breathed, "I believe you're bigger than your father!" Without another word, she
pursed her lips, forced them over my swollen cockhead, and pushed forward until
the entire length of my turgid member was buried in her mouth. The sensation of
having her lips wrapped around me was so overwhelming, I thought I was going to
pass out. Slowly - very slowly - she backed off until the head of my prick came
out of her mouth, and she sat back and looking up at me with something akin to
awe in her eyes. "You are!" she exclaimed. "You are bigger than your father! I
would never have believed it!" I know she had never before even considered the
idea of having sex with me, but now, seeing the immense size of my cock, the
incredible stiffness of it, and considering my total lack of experience, a whole
world of possibilities must have opened up in her mind. Except for the servants,
we were alone in the house almost every day. Our privacy was absolutely assured
on the second floor and - with even a modicum of caution - no one would ever
know. Her face took on a very calculating look, and she squinted up at me. "Did
you like that, Jonathan?" she asked softly. "Y ... yes, ma'am," I stammered, "I
did." "Would you like me to do it again?" "Would you, mother?" I asked. And I
remember that she smiled radiantly at my words. "Why, I'd be happy to!" she
purred. She leaned forward again, swirled her tongue lasciviously around the
glistening head of my young manhood, then took the entire length of it into her
hot mouth again. She backed off with agonizing slowness, just like before,
except this time, rather than letting the head of my cock come out of her mouth,
she reversed her direction and once more slid her lips smoothly down the length
of my rock hard shaft. A wave of dizziness flooded up around me, my traitorous
legs turned to tackrags at the sensation her lips were giving me, and I found
myself clutching her head in order to maintain my balance. I could feel her
tongue playing crazy games, swabbing across the under-side of my prick, and she
started bobbing her head slowly back and forth. My hands were riding her head as
she moved on me and, out of some undeveloped perversion, I slid my fingers down
her cheeks to feel the sides of her stretched lips, where my thick cock was
sluicing in and out of her wonderful mouth. A mewling sound came from mother's
throat and she started moving faster up and down the length of my young rod. I
knew, instinctively, that she enjoyed taking me in her mouth, and that there
would be many more episodes like this one. The whole concept of pleasing her by
the simple act of letting her suck my cock was bizarre to me. Bizarre and
tantalizing at the same time, because I was enjoying having my prick buried in
her mouth every bit as much as she liked having it there. My mind drifted off
into some never-never land of tongues and lips and warm wetness, of slurping
sounds and fingers tangled in hair. My eyes slid shut involuntarily and I
started rocking my hips against her, thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth
at every stroke. I remember feeling a strange boiling sensation starting to
build up behind my hard balls and my body stiffened in alarm. Mother must have
felt it because she came off the end of my cock again and looked up at me with a
question in her eyes. "What is it?" she asked softly. "I don't know," I said
dumbly, "I feel like I have to pee." To my utter surprise, mother tipped her
head back and laughed out loud a high, tinkly laugh, like sleigh bells in
winter. "It isn't pee, Jonathan," she said happily. "It's cum! You're getting
ready to cum for the first time in your life, and I'm so happy that it's going
to be me who receives it!" I frowned. "I don't understand, mother. What's cum?"
"Well, it's a thick, white liquid that squirts out of your cock when you get
very, very excited. It means you're a man in your own right." "Really?" I asked.
"Yes, really. Now, then, when you get that feeling again - and you will - I want
you to hold back for as long as you possibly can, do you understand? Then, when
you can't stand it anymore ... why, just let it go." "In your mouth, mother?" I
asked incredulously. "Yes, of course, in my mouth!" she blurted. "Why else do
you think I'm doing this?" I had no idea why she was doing it, and I wasn't
about to ask. At that moment, the only thing in the world that I wanted was to
have those marvelous lips wrapped around my prick again. Impudently, I tugged on
her head. She came forward eagerly, took my enraged member back into her mouth,
and started bobbing her head back and forth with renewed vigor. Her hand came up
to massage my nuts, and her tongue stabbed repeatedly at the narrow eye of my
peehole. Again my eyes slid closed. Again I started rocking my hips against her.
And, again, my mind drifted away into that erotic dreamland of rigid cocks
sluicing in and out of ravenous mouths. Her mouth was insistent demanding that I
reach that level of excitement again quickly. It was as though she had a craving
for my virgin cum, now that she knew it was going to happen, as though nothing
else mattered. She bobbed her head back and forth quickly, her lips making
slurping noises as they flew up and down my rock hard crank. I could feel her
long hair brushing against my bare thighs with every stroke of her mouth, and
her hand was steadily caressing my balls. It was only a few minutes before I
felt that odd boiling sensation start building again, more intensely than
before, and there was no denying it. I remember I squeezed my eyes closed and
clenched my teeth, concentrating on holding back, the way mother had told me. I
tried to think about something completely unrelated to what we were doing, but
it was no use. Without warning, some incredibly thick liquid came ripping up the
length of my tortured prick - there was no holding it back - and erupted into
mother's mouth. White skyrockets went off behind my eyes and wave after heavy
wave of the stuff, almost painful, coursed through the rawness of my young cock,
spewing forth uncontrollably, bursting against the back of her throat. I could
feel her mouth working against me as she swallowed her cheeks filling out, then
hollowing, as she slurped and gulped, quaffing the heavy load of cum that was
cascading into her hungry mouth. Content, mewling sounds came from her throat
and thick globules of the grey-white liquid burbled out the corners of her
stretched lips, trickling down the side of her chin, and she never slowed down.
I remember growling like an animal as the shocks of sensation gripped and
contorted me. I remember bowing my back, instinctively thrusting my prick as
deeply into her throat as I possibly could, my whole body quaking and jerking at
the unbelievable intensity of that first ejaculation. And mother very happily
swallowed the jism as if it were some nectar from the Gods. Only slowly did the
floodtide of hot, thick cum subside. Only slowly did my breathing return to
normal. The room spun dizzily before my blurred eyes. My legs failed me and I
had to grip mother's shoulders for support. She came off the end of my flagging
cock then and started licking the thick smears of cum off my withering shaft.
She milked the last drops of it from the ravaged, little peehole, deftly
flicking them off with her talented tongue, and finally sat back on her heels
looking up at me almost dreamily. "That was wonderful, Jonathan!" she breathed.
"That was absolutely wonderful! It's been so long since I've sucked a cock, and
I do love the taste of cum. Did you like it?" "Oh, my God, mother," I croaked,
"that was the most incredible feeling I've ever had! Can we do it again
sometime?" Her smile was dazzling. "Of course we can. Anytime you like. There's
just one thing: this has to remain a very strict secret between us, do you
understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "No one else may ever know of this," she said evenly.
"Especially not your father. You can keep a secret for me, can't you?" "Mother,
I'd do anything you ask if it means I can be in your mouth again." "Good!" she
purred. "In that case, come up to my room as soon as you're dry. You like having
your cock sucked and I like sucking it, but there are many other ways we can
enjoy each other, too." "And you'll show them to me?" I asked eagerly. "Yes,"
she said nodding. "Each and every one of them. Hurry, now!" With that, she was
gone. I wilted back into the tub, rested my head against the rim and gazed
weakly up at the ceiling tired, as if I'd been working all day. Unbelievable, I
thought. Completely unbelievable. And, after a moment, I remembered that my
mother was waiting for me upstairs. The door to mother's room was slightly ajar
when I got there, and I could see her lying back on the big featherbed she
shared with father whenever he was home, her hair fanned out on the pillow like
molten lava. She had changed into a lacy, coral-colored negligee, and it was
doing a poor job of concealing her ripe body. I gazed at her for a long moment
from the hall and, even though I had dropped a huge load of virgin cum in her
mouth not five minutes earlier, I felt myself growing hard again just from
looking at her. And, somehow, mother sensed that I was there. "You've never seen
a woman's body before, have you, Jonathan?" she asked softly from the bed. "No,
ma'am," I said through the door. "Sit here beside me," she invited, patting the
coverlet. "You can see it up close." I closed the door behind me and crossed the
room in silence. When I sat down beside her, mother pushed the negligee open
even further, exposing her marvelous, pink-nippled breasts, and I remember
feeling that some indescribable, forbidden, treasure had just been shown to me.
"You're beautiful, mother," I murmured. "You can touch me if you like," she
whispered huskily. I reached out, very tentatively, cupping my small hand over
her breast, and, at that exact same moment, mother slid her hand through the
opening of my robe and wrapped her warm fingers around my erection. How had she
even known that I was hard? "You liked shooting your cum in my mouth, didn't
you, Jonathan?" she asked softly. "Yes, ma'am, I did." "And it made you happy to
know that I was swallowing it?" I hesitated to answer. It was a loaded question,
like asking someone if they were perverted. "Be honest," she cooed. "Yes,
ma'am," I admitted finally. "That was the most exciting part." "I thought it
was," she said pensively. "Let me ask you a question: would you do the same
thing for me?" I looked at her a little oddly. Didn't she know? "Mother, I would
do anything for you. Anything at all." "I was hoping you'd feel that way," she
said quietly, "because I want to be sucked off, too. Your father is a bit of a
prude when it comes to sex no foreplay, never wants to try anything new. And he
has never understood that I'm hotter than a two-dollar whore." "Mother!" I
scolded lightly. "Oh, it's true," she said. "I've known it for years. I want all
of the things that your father won't do, and I want it to be you who does them
to me. Are you willing?" "Of course, I'm willing. But I don't know what you
want." "Here," she whispered. She guided my hand down to the warm mound at the
apex of her thighs and pushed my middle finger slightly inside with one of her
own. I remember being surprised at how dewy it was, how moist and smooth and
mysterious. "You feel that little tab of flesh right there?" she asked. "I feel
it." "Kiss that for me, Jonathan," she groaned. "Kiss it and suck it and rub it
with your tongue. It's been so long." I went down on her happily. The heady,
musky, smell of her cunt was like a narcotic to me and I kissed it passionately,
deeply, as though it were her mouth. I licked up the length of the damp slit,
touched the tab of flesh she had shown me, then - brazenly - pushed my tongue
into her as far as I could manage. Her hips ground forward, pushing her quim
tightly against my mouth, and I felt her hands on the back of my head, holding
me in that position. I quickly discovered that she reacted more strongly
whenever my tongue flicked across that small button of flesh her tummy clenched
into muscles, her thighs pressed against my ears, and her hips swayed and rocked
against me, almost out of control. I liked the reactions I got from her - it was
almost as if I could control her - and I began toying with her blatantly kissing
around the edges, teasing the very entrance of her cunt with my lips, then
stabbing my hardened tongue into the depths of her time after time after time,
only to stop suddenly and very softly suck that little nubbin of skin between my
lips. Mother was shuddering against me on the featherbed quaking and tensing and
quaking again. Her breathing had become ragged and shallow, her beautiful body
clammy with perspiration. And I never relented in my attack on her cunt. I
tongued her, I kissed her, I swallowed her juices, I mouthed her nether lips, I
sucked and stabbed at that sensitive little tab until, finally, mother pulled me
up on top of her. "Fuck me now," she moaned close to my ear. "The same way you
fucked my face in the bathroom." And she guided my turgid cock into the slick
opening of her quim. I pushed slowly into her, not knowing quite what to expect,
and found that it was an entirely new sensation, totally different than what her
mouth had given me. He cunt was tight, clasping, oily, hot, and I could feel
myself nosing in past the tiny puffs and swells of that wonderful tunnel of
flesh. She kissed me deeply as I entered her, oblivious of the fact that her own
cunt juices were smeared all over my face. "You made me cum so many times," she
whispered to me. "I had forgotten how good it was. Now I'm going to make you cum
again. I'm going to make you flood me with hot cum, and then - after you rest a
little - I'm going to suck you off again." I started rocking against her then,
slowly at first, gradually increasing speed, driving my rigid cock into her full
length at every stroke - and mother was rising to meet me. I reveled in the
intense, new sensation of having the entire length of my prick encased in hot
woman-flesh all at the same time. It was some kind of miracle, I was absolutely
sure of that, and my own mother was the only woman on earth who could perform
it. "I'm going to drink your cum!" she hissed in my ear. "Thick, hot cum blowing
into my mouth, gurgling down my throat!" I don't know if she knew it or not, but
her insidious ramblings were having an effect on me. There I was, furiously
fucking the tight sleeve of her cunt, and fantasizing that it was her mouth. My
eyes were squeezed shut, my hands clutching at the back of her shoulders, and I
could feel her rolling against me, meeting me thrust for thrust, her fingernails
digging into the cheeks of my ass, urging me on to greater heights. "And then,"
she purred, "I'm going to take you in my ass! Yes! I'm going to have you bugger
me, Jonathan!" I felt the boiling sensation start to build again, and clamped my
teeth together to hold it back. I never wanted that first fuck to end, it was
that wonderful. "You'll push that huge cock of yours into the tight rosebud of
my ass and fuck me 'til hell won't have it!" she whispered. "And when you cum in
there ... " The animal noises from my throat drowned her words, and the sudden,
mind-boggling eruption of cum drowned her cunt. My whole body shivered against
her as a torrent of seething jizz boiled out of my cock, jetting deep into
mother's tight pussy, and I jerked insanely as surge after surge of it burst
against her cervix. Her long legs wrapped around my back, pulling me even
further into her, and she held me tightly, grinding her cunt against me, and I
knew without asking that she was having another huge climax of her own. Her cunt
tightened around my cockshaft, milking the last dregs of cum out of me, draining
me, taking my strength to be her own. I collapsed against the heat of her
breasts completely exhausted, and I knew, at that moment, that I was in love
with my mother. And it was not the kind of love you normally think of between a
mother and her son - the maternal hug and dutiful peck on the cheek as you were
off to school in the morning. No. This was the unbridled, blistering love of a
pussy that could drain you to the core a cunt that you couldn't live without.
This was the delirious love of a mouth that sent white flashes behind your eyes
as it drank your cum a pair of lips that would suck the very last drop of jism
out of your flagging cock and swallow it as happily as they had the first. "Are
you alright?" she asked. "Was it good for you?" And all I could do was nod my
head. "Go on to your room and get some rest, Jonathan," she said softly. "I'll
be in to see you after while." I climbed out of her bed on trembling legs,
cinched my robe around me, and staggered down the hall to my room. She was
marvelous, mother was. Marvelous and mysterious and, as she had said, hotter
than a two-dollar whore. My bedroom door creaked open behind me and I turned
weakly, half expecting to see mother standing there wondering what wonderful
secret she had for me this time, wondering if it was even possible to cum again,
after having been drained so thoroughly in the bathroom and then again in her
bed. And, of course, I was willing to try. "Well, now, young master," the
visitor asked, "the missus givin' your cod a little rest, is she?" It was the
upstairs maid ... Mary, her name was ... and she had very boldly pushed my door
open and barged into the room. "Wh ... what?" I stammered. She must have been in
her early twenties and wasn't bad looking, as far as cockney girls go. She had a
nice face and a good body, but her mouth was a complete wreck of snaggled,
yellowish teeth that made her hideous to look at when she talked or smiled. "Oh,
you needn't be so shy about it," she grinned, "the whole manorhouse knows you
been shaggin' your Mum. An' I reckon if it's good enough for her, it's good
enough for me. That is, unless you want me to call the civil authorities about
the little improprieties takin' place around here." I remember mother's words,
swearing me to secrecy, echoing through my brain ... No one may ever know of
this ... Especially not your father ... and I wasn't sure what to do. On the one
hand, I wanted nothing to do with the upstairs maid and, on the other, I had to
protect the exciting, new relationship I had found with mother. "N ... no," I
croaked. "Don't call anyone." I needed time to think. "Oh, aye!" she said,
smiling openly then, "I had a feelin' you'd see it my way! Well, then, let's see
what you've got." And, with that, she tugged the belt on my robe, pushed me
backwards into the overstuffed chair, and dropped to the floor between my knees.
"Coo, blimey!" she breathed taking my flaccid, young manhood in her hand. "I can
see why your Mum's interested! You're hung like a friggin' horse!" I could see
down the front of her uniform blouse as she leaned forward, could see the smooth
cleavage of her ripe breasts, and ... damn me for being so horny at that age ...
I started getting hard again. "Good boy!" she exclaimed, talking to my
burgeoning prick. "Standin' right up for little Mary, are you? I reckon I'll be
able to sit on this thing three, maybe four times a day from now on! Gonna have
to stop wearin' me undies, I can see that now!" She leaned forward and planted a
lingering, wet kiss on the purplish head of my cock, then sat back and smiled
mischievously up at me. "You can still smell the cunny juice on this, young
master, but that's not a problem, me bein' the upstairs maid, an' all. I reckon
I can clean it up right enough. You just hold still whilst I go to work." She
didn't have to coax me at all, as a matter of fact. That one lingering, wet kiss
had already convinced me that I wanted it in her mouth that I wanted to blow my
nuts down her throat. And, if she wanted to fuck me three or four times a day
from then on, as she had said, that was going to be alright with me, too. Mary
wasted no time with teasing and toying, just gobbled my cock into her mouth and
started bobbing her head back and forth in a steady, insistent rhythm. And her
mouth was wonderful, not nearly so nice as mother's had been, but wonderful
nonetheless. Those snaggled, yellow teeth didn't get in the way at all. I leaned
back in the chair, giving her better access to my turgid rod, and tangled my
fingers in her hair, just as I had done with mother. I closed my eyes,
concentrating all my attention on the terrific lips that were pumping up and
down on my thick cockshaft, listening to the sloppy sounds her mouth made as she
worked me into a frenzy of lust. Then another faint sound caught my attention,
something other than the slurping and moaning coming from Mary, and I opened my
eyes to see mother standing just a few feet behind the upstairs maid. I remember
being somewhat amazed at the rage in mother's eyes, the incomparable hatred of a
truly jealous woman, and I have no idea in the world as to where she got the
knife. I remember watching her arms lift slowly above her head, both hands
gripping the handle, and the glint of late afternoon sunlight on the blade as it
flashed downward into Mary's exposed back. I remember the excruciating pain as
Mary's jagged teeth clamped down around the shaft of my cock ... some kind of
death throe, I imagine ... and the wave of blackness that flooded up behind my
eyes. Mercifully, I passed out and there was nothing more until I woke up in the
hospital. Forty two stitches it took to save my cock, and the damned thing
looked like a mummy, all swaddled out in cotton padding and gauze, lying limply
on a cradle of toweling slung between my legs. I wasn't allowed to attend the
trial - some obscure law about protecting the innocence of childhood - and I
never saw mother again. She was given life imprisonment at Newgate and, in the
end, the whole thing was pointless: she hung herself with her bedsheets on the
very first night. Father, of course, disowned me - What else could you expect? I
cuckolded him with my own mother. - and I heard later that he had moved his law
practice to America, where the scandal associated with his name was not so well
known. As for me, I was sent to a home for wayward children, in the north, with
only the foggiest notion of why I was there. What had I done wrong? I had
pleased my mother and she had pleased me. It had felt good for the both of us,
and what could have been so terribly wrong about that? The older women of the
home's staff seemed to take a great interest in me - I'm sure it was because of
the scandal - and, after the stitches were removed, I was very much in demand by
them. One of them, a pretty nurse with an insatiable appetite for sex and whose
name I won't mention here, even adopted me, and I serviced her daily until I was
old enough to go out into the world on my own. The scandal eventually died down
and it seems that, nowadays, no one even remembers mother anymore. Except me, of
course, and I remember her often. Very often. END
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