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Date: Mon, 09 Jan 2006 03:02:14 +0000
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A 'Cute' Mom by Mikelh I was thinking about one of the things I often think
about. Why do we do things? I was also thinking about my motherpornographic
thoughts. The strange thing about it is that I really didn't want to do
pornographic things to her. I wanted to do loving things to her. I wanted to
have her warm lips pressing on mine as I gently massaged her bare breasts. Where
did it all come from? Perhaps from other actions or desires or maybe just a
little shot of electro-chemical stuff hits the brain at exactly at the right or
wrong time. I had pinned it down to the time I was fifteen and saw my older
brother Bobby kiss my mother. I thought she had kissed him for a second too
long. Maybe I just imagined that it went on for too long after all, she kissed
me on the lips often and it was no big deal. Maybe I had wanted her for a long
time before and never let it come into my consciousness. Maybe she was sleeping
with him. Maybe, maybe, maybebut from then on my life took a different turn. For
the next few months, in my fantasies, I saw Bobby with my mother. He would strip
her then he would suck on her nipples as she stood obediently before him. She
always followed his orders. He screamed at her and called her names. Most of the
fantasies were rough and I realized later that they were spawned by my anger and
frustration. Robby would tie my mother to a chair and blindfold her. He would
pinch her nipples until she screamed and almost choke her with his cock. She
would beg him to stop but there was no mercy for her in this dark play he was
relentless. He would fuck my poor mother until she couldn't stand and then he
would come on her. It took me a while to realize that my brother was only a stand-
in for me and when I allowed myself to be the imagined participant, the
expression of my erotic fabrications became gentler. I couldn't hurt her, even
in imaginings. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to love me. I thought I had
concealed my thoughts and feelings pretty well and that mom never knew how I
felt, until that day of course. Bobby had moved out of the house and I wasn't
sorry to see him go. Although things had gotten better between Bobby and me but
I still hadn't forgotten all the punches and taunts of "Momma's boy" he had let
me have when we were younger. I was nineteen and in my third year of college. I
had picked a school near home. Since Bobby left, my mother and I had had gotten
even closer than we were before. I liked talking to her and we spent lots of
nights together watching videos. On that particular morning, mom was sitting at
the table in the kitchen and was wearing a light cotton print dress. It was long
but low cut and showed enough of her cleavage to get me going. When she saw me
she said, "Oh hi sweetie, could you do something for me? I must have slept badly
and my neck's killing me just rub it for a while." I stood behind her and
started massaging her shoulders and neck. I think the best way to describe my
mother is 'cute'. She later told me she always wanted to be 'beautiful and
mysterious' but that no matter what she did everyone always told her she was
cute. It's as if someone had a carrot growing out of his head. When you look at
him you say, "there's a carrot." When you look at my mother you say "she's
cute". That's probably one of the reasons she still looked like a kid
approaching forty. My mother also had "It". The "It" that Monroe had to make men
come to attention, the "It" Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked
up a guitar. On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had
never looked sexier to me. If I would have thought about it I never would have
done it - but I didn't think. I just slid my hands down over both of her
breasts, all the way to her nipples where I lingered for a moment. She didn't
jump or scream. What she did was take a deep breath and say, "Honey, I don't
know if you should be doing that." I returned my hands to her neck and kept
massaging. I took off on one my porno fantasies. Mom is on her knees. Bobby and
I stand at her face with our big cocks readywaitingand hoping she knows what we
want and how to do it. She doesn't disappoint us on either score. She starts by
alternating on our cocks, sucking on each one for only five or ten seconds. At
one point she tries to get both fat heads into her mouth but has to be satisfied
just licking them simultaneously. We can see how hot she's getting. Bobby takes
the lead and tells her, "Mom get on the bedwe're going to fuck you from here to
Timbuktu." She doesn't hesitate. She gets on the bed and spreads her legs. Bobby
almost knocks me over getting on top of her. Foreplay lasts as long as it takes
him to grab his cock and sink it into her wet pussy. He pulls her over on top of
himself. I just look at my mother's round meaty globes. Bobby says, "C'mon Rick,
fuck her in the ass." I'm not sure if I should but I'm sure I want to. I want to
ram it in her ass for screwing Bobby and not me I want to pound her for turning
me on all the time, and most of all, I need to. I put a couple of fingers in as
I play with her tits. Her ass grinding tells me how much she likes what I'm
doing and I'm ready. My cock is as thick and hard as an iron rod and I expect
her to scream but she takes it with an exclamation of "OhOH" I thrust in and out
completely at first, watching her react. She relaxes and her asshole is
stretched and waiting for the next insertion. I oblige with a deep and forceful
injection of my meat. When I get far enough into my mother's ass to see three
quarters of my cock disappear, I start pumping her. Bobby resumes his upward
thrusts. As we both give it to her, with only a thin membrane separating the two
big dicks, she keeps repeating how good it is to be filled with us. We're both
getting closer and when we pick up the action and both pound her at once she
goes nuts. She thrashes and laughs and keeps up a steady stream of talk.
"Yesfuck me, fuck methis is what I've been dreaming about for yearsmy two boys
fucking memy two big cocks in their mother at the same timein my cuntin my
assoooh yesthis is what you're whore of a mother needsthis is what your slut
mother needsto get fucked by her sonsfucked by her sonsover and over againOHI
don't care who knows it my boys are fucking me and I love it" I came back to the
reality of having just touched her breasts with a hard-on from the fantasy and
I'm emboldened to ask her the question I had been holding on to for four years,
"Mom did bobby ever touch you that way?" She turned and gave me a hesitant,
quizzical smile, "Of course not honey why would you ask?" My mother didn't lie
in fact, the main reason she got a divorce was because my lousy father couldn't
do anything but lie and cheat. So there it was. My whole fantasy was built on a
misperception, or would I have gotten to these feelings anyway? I was elated and
felt like a weight was lifted. I loved her so much at that moment I turned her
in the chair and start kissing her all over her face. She was laughing and she
said, "Ricky, what's gotten in to you today?" "I love you momI love you." That's
what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I'd gone off the deep
end, and of course, I had. "I love you too sweetheartbut" Before she could
finish I bent and kissed her fully. She accepted my kiss and my tongue but when
the kiss was over she said, "Honey this is too fastwe have to talk about thisbut
I have to go to work andwe'll talk tonight, okay baby?" "Sure mom" was all I
could manage as she went to dress for work. A half-hour later she left with a
quick goodbye and not even the usual peck on the cheek. I guessed I had blown it
and started recriminations on myself for pushing her. What could I have been
thinking anyway, that my mother was just going to strip and let her son have sex
with her? Late in the afternoon I had a break before my last class and I knew my
mother would be home. I couldn't wait and just wanted to hear her voice and
maybe read what she was thinking. I called and when she answered I said, "Hi
momI missed you." There was a hesitation on the other end and she said, "Hi
babyare you okay?" "Sure mom." My agitation propelled me forward. "Mom, could I
ask you a theoretical question?" She made a small noise of assent. "Can you love
someone you're not supposed to loveis that possibleand if you do, can you tell
your heart to stop?" All she said was "Oh honey" and got quiet. I pushed on.
"Mom, if you loved someone, wouldn't you want to touch them and tell them and
make love with themwouldn't you do almost anything for the taste of their mouth
and skin?" I heard her breathing strangely and deeply. As I asked if she was
alright, it hit me and I said, "Mom what are you doing?" Even though I had
thought it, I was still shocked when she said it, "I'm touching myself." She
filled in my stunned silence and said, "I have to go Ricky" and hung up before I
could respond. That was probably the longest day of my life. When I got home we
had dinner and cleaned up. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing.
We sat on the couch and turned on the T.V.- Pins and needles would have been
easier to sit on. I had no idea what I was going to say but I started anyway,
"Mom" My mother looked at me wistfully and said, "Honey, lets not talk nowjust
hold me." She leaned in and I put my arm around her. I remained motionless for a
while and breathed in her fragrant skin. I felt a heart beat pounding but I
didn't know if it was hers or mine. Finally I leaned down and brought my lips
near hers. She looked up at me and closed her eyes and I was kissing her again.
It was as if the hours in between hadn't transpired. We were continuing the kiss
we started in the morning. I started unbuttoning the white blouse at her neck
and opened it to her waist. The bra she wore was lacy and full but her cleavage
was still evident. She took off my shirt as we kissed and slowly. We removed the
rest of what we were wearing. I said, "Mom, stand up so I can see you." She
stood rather shyly and I was in awe. She was 'cute' all over. Her breasts were
full and heavy with pinkish-tan nipples that were the same color as her natural
lips. The rest of her five foot one package was beautifully proportioned. I told
her she was perfect. She said with a wrinkle of her nose, "No, I think I'm too
big on top." I said, "Yeah right put on your clothes and get out of here." She
gave me her little laugh and then looked down between my legs at my rapidly
rising dick and said, "Oh God, RickyRicky" I stood and took her into my arms.
Her velvet skin was on me: her thighs, her belly, and her breasts. I ran my hand
down her silky back to the globe of her ass that I used to pull her closer to me
as we kissed. I took one of her ample breasts in my hand and lifted it as I
massaged it between my fingers. When I moved to the nipple, it had elongated and
I rubbed it with my thumb. My mother reached down and wrapped her fingers around
my cock. She said, "My big beautiful boy is going to fill up his little mamma."
I was stiff with the excitement of her touch and she generated as much heat with
her words as with the hand that slid up the shaft. She cupped me and softly
massaged me as she made a cock that couldn't get harder, harder. An old movie
with George C. Scott and his wife Trish was on in the background as we moved to
the couch. She reclined with her knees up and opened. I laid my hand on the soft
furry patch and stroked over my mother's moist pussy. She smiled and made a
small 'mmm' sound. I got on my knees bringing my cock toward her. She reached
with both hands as she put her legs down and spread them. She positioned me at
pink of her opening. She was ready and I entered my mother with only a little
difficulty. I was swollen and thick for her but she was now very wet. I filled
her with my cock and told her of my longing and love for her. She was moaning
gently but didn't say one word throughout our lovemaking. She was grasping me
with her hands and with her legs and with her pussy. As I watched my cock
sliding in and out of my mother's pussy I couldn't believe how my fantasies had
transmuted into reality and how good reality felt. I had had a few girlfriends
and was fairly experienced for a nineteen year old. I usually had no trouble
waiting for my partner to approach orgasm before coming. This was different. I
was having trouble. Each stroke that took me deeper into my mother's channel
felt better than the last. I imagined my cock sliding and prodding along the
walls of her vagina. There was a harmonious fit as her channel conformed to the
large shaft inside it. Being inside her was so much more exciting than anything
I'd had with the other girls. I was fighting not to come because I wanted to be
good for my mother. I wanted her to want me in her always. She started moving
with abandon and I was glad when I felt her stiffen I had about three seconds
left. She pushed her hips high up into me and arched her back with a long "Ohhh"
She dug her nails into my back and I started to come. The lubricating cum that
was filling her pussy felt good on my cock as I pushed even higher into my
mother's belly. I came kissing her, moaning into her mouth. I thought I could
never love anyone as much. When we were quieted and wrapped in each other's
arms, I felt her body start a gentle tremor. When it became more pronounced I
opened my eyes and saw that she was crying. It soon became audible. I stroked
her hair and told her I loved her and that we hadn't done anything wrong. When
she finally spoke she said, "I know Rickit's not thatit's thatI lied." "What do
you mean mom." "Oh Godbaby I lied about Bobbyhe did touch me this wayI'm so
sorry honeyI didn't want you think badly of meI didn't want you not to want meit
only went on for a month or soI ended it because I realized I was just confused
and needyit wasn't about the kind of love I feel nowdon't hate me babyI love
youI had to tell you the truth I didn't want this to be between ussay
something." I had frozen up. I was angry and confused. How could I ever trust
anything she said or did from now on? Even though I was nineteen and thoughts
about sex took up just about my whole day, it wasn't enough. I loved her and
wanted her toI didn't know exactly but I certainly didn't want her to bring
Bobby back into my thoughts when I had just gotten rid of him. So I was right
about her fucking Bobby. Shit. The last thing I wanted to be was right. Maybe
she just should have shut up about him and worked it out herselfbut the genie
was out of the bottle. I took my clothes and walked to my room with the sound of
my mother's voice calling, "RickyRicky?" fading in the distance. I didn't talk
to her until the next day, which was Saturday. Talking is putting it mildly. I
started with, "How could you? You bitch, you whore. You fuck him and then you
tell me he never touched you? You say you love me and the first thing you do is
lie to me? How can I trust you?" I put her through hell. She said it in a
hundred ways. "I love you I was afraid I was wrong." We spent virtually the
whole day alternating between yelling, screaming, crying, apologizing and
everything else. I was young, stupid and self-righteous. It took hours until she
got through to me. "Rickybabyyou have to forgive me" Her eyes filled as she
pleadingly said, "I'm not a whoreI'm not a whoreI've loved you this way for
almost four years now. It started just a few months after I ended it with your
brother. At first I thought I was crazy how could I be falling in love with my
son who was only sixteen? Oh honeyas the years past I still couldn't explain it
but I had to accept it because it just wouldn't go away. Not a day passed that I
didn't want youand it didn't help that you ran your eyes over my body from
morning 'til night either." We both laughed a little. I guess I wasn't as
discrete as I thought I was. "Baby, I made a mistake, please don't make us both
pay for it forever." Finally I saw her broken heart. We had been at it for
almost seven hours before I kissed her and told her I loved her. It took me a
while but it finally got through my thick skull - we make mistakes, we admit
them, we forgive and we move on. We were both starved, for food and for each
other. So we ordered some pizza and took off our clothes. My mother took me in
her mouth and as soon as I felt the sensation of her tongue massaging my cock I
said, "If you would have done that seven hours ago" She stopped and said, "That
would have been the worst thing I could have done to you my babywe needed today
if we want to have a tomorrow." I knew she was right and I said, "Of course mom"
and bent down to kiss her. We ended up on the floor in each other's mouth. We
were both sweated from the day but I loved her smell. I sucked the swelling lips
below her clit and heard her sounds that were muffled by my cock, which filled
her mouth. She was trying to swallow as much of me as she could and I felt
myself hit the back of her throat. I got excited and probably drew on her clit a
little too hard because she squealed. I said "Oops" and she laughed. I gently
took her back between my lips and circled the nub with soft pressure and flicks.
My cock felt it would explode if she kept up the kind of sucking she was doing.
I urged her to sit up on the couch. I lifted her legs and spread them pausing to
enjoy the sight of my mother's soft pussy. She broke my gaze when she said, "Be
in me love." I entered her steadily until I was fully embedded inside her. I
bent down and told her to put her arms around my neck. I lifted her off the
couch and she laughed. I wanted to see what it would be like to hold my perfect
'cute' package that way. I held her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs
around me. As I stood there holding her, we kissed long and hard. Her pussy was
moving on me and clenching the cock that spread it. When he legs tightened
around me I went deeper into her belly. My cock explored the walls of her hot
passageway as she ground her hips. We were both breathing hard. Her mouth was on
my ear and when she took her tongue out, she began to urgently whisper, "Babyare
you going to always want me to be yoursstill want your momma's pussyyou wont
leave me will you baby? I love you so muchoh God oh" I assured her of my love
and she went back to kissing me as her ass moved faster in my hands. I started
to bounce her and I heard "Mmmmmmmmm" with each jolt. She pulled her mouth away
from mine to say, "Baby I'm comingI'm comingoh RickyRickeymy Rickey" I let go
when she did. Holding her the way I was made it difficult to finish with the
usual long, fast, and hard strokes so it took me a lot longer to finish coming.
It seemed like I was pumping cum into her forever. When it was over, we were
both panting with exhaustion. Just as she was kissing me all over my face, the
doorbell rang. We both laughed at the timing and I had to drop her on the couch.
I said, "We could have answered the door together if he rang a minute earlier."
Mom was sputtering when she said, "We probably wouldn't have had to tip him."
That pizza, that night, was right up there with the best meals of my life. We
went to bed and mom curled into me. I had the sweetest little package enveloped
in my arms and I said, "Mom, you're the cutest thing." She gave a feigned hurt
look and I said, "Okay, okay you're the most beautiful and mysterious thing."
She kissed me and said, " I guess it's okay to be 'cute' as long as you like me
that way." I told her that I loved her that way and everyway and that because of
the way she was, I was 'rising' in love with her as much as 'falling' in love
with her. A sleepy smile lit her face. We were both so tired we fell asleep
around eight. At two I awoke and just looked at her beautiful nude body until I
couldn't just look anymore. I took my mother's tit in my mouth and she slowly
aroused as my tongue played with her nipple. As she woke up, she responded by
eagerly massaging my hardening cock and balls. When she exchanged her tongue for
her hand, my dick stiffened into a rigid rod. She slathered me with long licks
that encompassed every inch from the swollen purple head to the underside of my
balls. When she finally took me into her mouth I was primed. Her agile tongue
coaxed the initial evidence of my desire from the leaking tip. The sounds of her
mouth were musical. I watched as more of me disappeared between her lips with
each passing moment. I could hardly contain myself as her mouth, lips, tongue
and hands acted in concert.
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