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A Change Comes Over Mom
When she told him on Friday that they were going
skiing for the weekend, he just nodded his ok. He
didn't always do what his mother asked but he'd
learned over the years to choose his battles. This
wasn't worth a confrontation. Although he didn't
understand why anyone would want to be outside in
below freezing temperatures, he knew that the hot
chocolate and the women at the lodge would be
tasty.
They left directly from the main office since she
had packed what they would need before coming in.
"Timothy did you get the new manager set up for
the Belmar store?"
"Mother could we not talk about work? Everything
was taken care of. "
"Listen Timmy, if it wasn't for me, neither you
nor your father would have a decent job. You're
twenty and I put you in charge of personnel. If
you would have gone to college like I told you to,
maybe you could help me out more and I wouldn't
have to follow up every damned little thing... and
if your father had a spine maybe... "
He let her go on. He knew there was no stopping
her when she got into the "My Company" rap. Most
of it was true but it was an endurance test and he
hated it when she called him 'Timmy' - she knew
it. Over the last year he had paid his dues and
learned a lot; she even begrudgingly admitted it
at times.
After she slowed down he said, "Roberta, take it
easy; everything's in place for Monday, Belmar is
secure, I also met with the accountants and set up
the board meeting to discuss the five store
expansion. I know your not sure about it but it's
in uncertain times like these that people will be
more likely to look for our kind of discount
stores. Now, can we just enjoy the weekend?"
She gave him a half smile and said "All right" but
the annoyance at him for calling her "Roberta" was
in her voice.
When they arrived, through some foul-up, only one
room was available for the first night. She gave
the management hell but when all was said and done
they had to share one room. They were both tired
from work and the drive up so they went to bed
early.
In the middle of the night, even though they were
in a king size bed, Roberta felt Tim up against
her. Her groggy initial thought was "Is my son
trying to...?" then she heard the deep even
breathing of sleep. What felt like a pole against
her ass, turned her on. She gently reached back to
see if it was as big as it seemed. She wrapped her
hand around its width, over his briefs, and tried
not to wake him. She almost let out a nervous
laugh, thinking, "Where the hell did something
this size come from; certainly not from his
father?" Roberta started to imagine what her son's
thick rod would feel like inside her. She felt the
moisture that appeared between her legs and was
surprised at herself when the idea of slipping him
into her crossed her mind. When he stirred, she
let him go and moved off into a disturbed sleep.
In the morning she laughed and said to her son,
"That's quite a tool you had up against me last
night. " He looked at her warily. "How about
giving your mother a peek at it?"
"What are you talking about?" he said. She told
him. His "No way" was emphatic but he wondered if
that was why he awakened hot and hard. It wasn't
that his mother's fine body didn't have a place in
his consciousness; he had just never let himself
go too far down fantasy lane. Catching a sight of
her tit-flesh or creamy thigh here and there got
him going, but he never actually thought of doing
anything. He didn't have to, because she did.
The next night was particularly cold and as they
sat with a blanket over their laps by the fire in
the main lodge, his mother slipped her hand under
the blanket and put it between his legs. After the
initial shock, he nervously looked around. As he
stiffened, he looked to see if anyone knew what
his mother was doing to him. They were all talking
and drinking and laughing as his mother slowly
massaged his cock. She hardly moved her hand and
mostly squeezed it. He turned to her and
whispered, "Mother, please stop or I'm going to
come in my pants. "
She grinned at him and said, "Would that be so
bad?"
He answered her softly but forcefully, "Mother, I
said stop. " She moved her hand away with a shrug.
"I'll be in my room all night; see you later. "
She got up and left.
Tim was dazed from her touch, and his hardness,
and now from this obvious invitation. His dick was
throbbing and all his juices were telling him to
go to her but he didn't... because she wanted him
to come... because she told him to come... because
she expected him to come.
When he woke up the next morning his cock was rock
hard from dreams of his mother. Visions of his
thick dick stuffing his mother's mouth and pussy
decorated the long night. His mother was no less
inflamed. They both masturbated before coming down
to breakfast.
Tim and his mother never discussed the incident
but he noticed a subtle change in her over the
next few months. She seemed softer. She wore
sweaters that accentuated the swell of her
breasts. She stood closer to him: close enough for
him to smell her perfume and feel her heat.
When the expansion worked out well she gave him
the credit. He also began noticing a change in
himself. He noticed himself noticing her. He liked
her size. She was 5'8" and full breasted. Her ass
looked enticingly firm and well rounded when she
wore a tight skirt. At twenty, he was first
noticing how pretty she was. He watched her walk
and he watched the undulations of her movements.
More and more he was imagining what he couldn't
see.
During that period his father moved into one of
the guest rooms in the spacious house they lived
in. He found out why on the night his mother
knocked on his bedroom door. He turned off the
sound on the television and heard her say, "Tim
may I speak with you?"
He let her in. She was wearing a two-piece nylon
nightdress through which he could almost see her
dark nipples. The movement of her breasts captured
him. He almost reached for them involuntarily.
"Timothy, I want you to know what's going on. Your
father and I haven't slept together in a year.
There was just nothing there for me anymore and I
wanted my privacy; that's why he's downstairs now.
Anybody else would have moved out but he never was
that kind of man. He's got his office, his golf
and his secretary and I guess he knows which side
his bread is buttered on. He asked if he could
stay in the house and I said it was fine if he
stayed out of our way. " She sighed and sat on his
bed.
"It doesn't matter to me mother, you know I was
never close with him; I don't think we've had more
than two conversations in the last five years. "
For better or worse it was his mother who had
brought him up. Sometimes it had been war, but now
he thought that she respected him for not letting
her steamroller him all the time. "You know Tim we
never talked about what happened at Mt. Snow. I
want to apologize for making you uncomfortable.
I... "
"Forget about it mother; I did. " The reality of
it was that not a day had gone by when he didn't
think about it.
"Tim I know I could have done a lot better with
you when you were younger but... could you call me
"mother" or "mom" sometimes? He didn't say
anything. Roberta thought that her son had refused
her that night because he was afraid or
inexperienced. "Tim... we've never really
discussed sex... I... well... have you ever been
with a woman?"
"Plenty" he said. Plenty was two, one of which
liked his size and one of which didn't. He was
with the one who did for about eight months and
they drifted apart when they both realized they
didn't love each other.
"Tim, would you touch me please. " He walked up to
where she sat and put his hand on her well-rounded
breast. Her eyes closed as she lifted her top. His
eyes caressed his mother's breasts as the
flickering light of the TV played on them. In her
son's hands, they felt as if they were covered
with a fine velvety down. He took her nipples
between his fingers and rolled and pulled on them.
She smiled and reached for his cock and said,
"Come to momma. "
Something snapped. When he thought about it later,
he wasn't sure if it was her tone of voice or
command that did it. He slapped her across her
tits and said, "Get out. " She was momentarily
stunned. Her nipples tingled and she was at a loss
for words.
"Honey... I... What do you want me to do?"
He was confused as she was at that moment and
said, "Look I'm sorry mother... I... maybe it's
better if you leave now. "
His mother stood as the nylon fell and covered her
breasts. She kissed her son's cheek and just said,
"All right Tim, if you want me to. " She left but
the tenderness of her kiss remained.
That second incident accelerated the evolution of
their relationship. His mother bought him little
gifts and he was kinder in his responses to her.
If they weren't mother and son, it might have been
called 'dating'. They went to movies and plays and
mostly talked. She found out how many books he'd
read and that he was funny; he found out she could
sculpt. He regaled her with jokes and she showed
him her work that had been packed away in the shed
for fifteen years. They got to like each other,
very much.
She never pushed him past his lead. If he kissed
her, which happened more often, she kissed him
back. He had only touched her a few times and she
had just let him. He liked to hold her hand and
walk and she liked to curl under his arm on the
couch. When the long Independence Day weekend
approached he suggested they go to Mt. Snow. "Why
would you want to go there in the summer?" she
asked.
"It'll be pretty on the mountain without the
crowds and we can take drives and walk... "
"Sounds great honey, let's go. "
The lodge was almost deserted and when Tim went up
to the desk, his mother was surprised, pleasantly
surprised, when he said, "One room with a king
size bed please. "
When they got into the room she said, "I was
hoping you wanted to be with me this weekend. "
His kiss told her there would be no stopping this
time; that he was going to make love to her. When
her son's hand began massaging between her legs,
her sigh contained all the relief of months of
anticipation.
Roberta covered Tim's hand with hers as he rubbed.
His other hand unbuttoned her top and then slid
into her bra uncovering her breast. He felt his
mother's nipple in his palm as he squeezed her
fleshy tit a little too hard. The pleasure and
discomfort excited her. As they kissed, he used
both hands to remove her top and pull her bra
down. He took hold of both of his mother's tits.
He could feel the heat of the flesh that filled
his hands. As he fondled her she started picturing
herself on the bed, on hands and knees with her
ass up in the air. She imagined her son's big cock
approaching to take her from behind.
Within minutes she found herself in that position,
waiting for her son to put himself in her. She
anticipated his size but was still surprised when
he first entered her. His initial penetration into
her pussy excited her. She was wet enough but she
became afraid as he slowly moved deeper into her
channel. Her son's cock was stretching the walls
of her vagina and she dropped her belly to the bed
and said, "Wait baby... please... just one minute.
"
She went to her suitcase and retrieved the
lubricant she had brought in hopes that her son
would be in her. Then she said, "Let momma suck
you first. "
He was still kneeling on the bed in the position
he had taken to fuck his mother as she approached,
open-mouthed. When the knob went in past her
stretched lips, she tasted the juice that had come
from her cunt. She licked it all off him and then
tried to take as much of the meat as she could
back into her mouth. Neither of his girlfriends
could do what his mother was doing to him. He felt
her tongue circling the swollen head and pressing
along the thick shaft. It felt wonderful but the
more she sucked him the more he wanted to be
inside her. He stroked her hair and said,
"Mother... I want to be in you... I need to be in
you now... in your pussy... in your pussy... "
"Yes darling... Yes... " She slathered her son's
throbbing cock with lubricant and turned for him
to take her. This time he went in and drove
quickly to fill her grasping pussy. He'd never
been so deep in any woman. His mother groaned with
the assault and was almost brought to orgasm by
the charge his first thrust sent through her. "Yes
baby... that's what I need... your cock... that's
what momma needs... Tim... Tim... at first it was
a game to me but now I know you're what I need...
you... and your big cock in me... doing this...
like I've wanted for so long. "
She turned her shoulder and reached under her leg
to massage his balls as his big cock massaged the
walls of her vagina. The excitement of mother and
son having each other, took them both to the edge
quickly. He filled his mother's pussy and she felt
as if it was the first time she'd ever been
penetrated. Each thrust of her son's cock thrilled
her. Sex had never done this to her before and she
begged her son not to stop. He had no intention of
stopping as he looked at her well-rounded ass and
watched the insertions at the joining point of him
to his mother.
Their first orgasm together was long and intense.
Each sharp blast of cum caused them both to react.
He pressed his mother's tits and rode her hard
through their exclamations. As he continued
pushing as deep as he could go, he said, "This is
what you want isn't it mother... you want your son
to fuck you don't you... you want your son's cock
in your cunt don't you... you slut... you
bitch...? Now you're mine... you're my pussy...
you belong to me. "
That excited her almost as much as his fucking did
and she responded by pushing back against her
son's cock and saying, "Yes baby I'm yours...
Momma's yours... your pussy. " All the nerve
endings from her nipples to her cunt seemed to
fire at once and she juiced all over her son's
cock. She was astonished by the intensity of the
orgasm that her son had given her. As she lay
reflecting, her fingers found their way inside her
and became coated with their commingled cum.
That first night with her son was an experience
she wouldn't forget and one that would be repeated
many times over the next few months. He became
insatiable; he wanted her all the time, he wore
her out. She could feel his hands on her as she
slept. At the time she thought it was the
excitement of having sex with his mother but later
on she realized he wanted more; he wanted to
possess her, body and soul.
His possession of her took many forms. It began
that night with the 'storytelling'. He told her he
wanted to watch her masturbate and she touched
herself for him. The sight of his mother with her
legs spread, hand over hand, massaging her pussy
would never leave him. While she slowly rubbed and
climbed, he had her tell him about all the men she
had been with, starting with her first experience
as a young woman. She licked her fingers and
circled her clit as she described in great detail
how she was touched and filled and what she was
and was not willing to do for her men. This became
a ritual during the respites when he wasn't on her
or in her. He was excited to learn that she hadn't
allowed anyone to have anal sex with her. He
planned to be her first, her second and her third.
At first, his attentions kept her sore almost all
the time but she thought that after the first few
weeks he would settle into a more measured pace.
She was wrong. All he ever wanted to do was fuck
her, and he did. She loved him and what he did to
her. She wanted the sex as much as he did but she
became concerned when he got rough with her. She
was becoming powerless to control the
relationship. He took her when he wanted her and
how he wanted her.
One night she as she was dressing to go to a
community function he came up behind her and
reached into to top of her dress. She wore no bra
because of the construction of the dress and the
surprise of contacting her flesh up to the nipple
brought his hardness against her ass immediately.
"Please baby, I have to go... oh honey... I'll be
home early; I promise. "
He wordlessly answered with his insistent hands.
He pulled her panties down and she sat helplessly
on the bed spreading her legs. "Look at what
you've done to me. " He could actually see the
wetness on his mother's pussy. "What am I going to
do with you?" she asked with an exasperated smile.
"Give me what I need," he said as he released his
cock from his pants and brought it to her. She
watched as her son began stuffing her with his
thick meat. She took a deep breath as the sight of
him entering her slickness resigned her to the
fact that she wasn't going anywhere. This was
where she wanted to be; this was how she wanted to
be. Her son was fucking her and whatever else she
thought about it, she loved it. She loved the size
of him as he filled his mother's pussy. She loved
the feel of him as he took her and she got lost in
the rush of excitement that her body was helpless
to resist. As the thrusts of the big pole took her
higher, she thought of a line from "Diamonds and
Rust"
Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and
hang in the air. Speaking strictly for me we both
could have died then and there.
That was how she felt when he was in her.
Everything disappeared and it was as good as it
ever could be. Her whole body responded now to his
touches and to the big cock that split and speared
up into her belly. Sensations overwhelmed her as
she watched his cock open her, as she heard the
sounds of her wetness and as she felt and felt and
felt. She moaned as her orgasm overtook her and
she surrendered to it with loud pleasured abandon.
The roughness started after she raised her voice
to him one day at work. He only glared at her. She
later apologized but that night he made her strip
and drape herself over the arm of the couch. He
slapped her ass mercilessly until she begged him
tearfully to stop. The pain didn't stop her from
getting wet. When he calmed, he spread her legs
apart and licked her to orgasm, as she remained
prone in that position. It wouldn't be the last
time he pained and pleasured his mother there.
One night he took her to his room and stripped her
without a word. He took his undershirt and wrapped
it around her eyes. He tied her hands behind her
with one of her stockings. He forced her to kneel
and shoved the choking thickness of his meat into
her throat. "This is for you," he said as she
obediently took as much of his cock as she could.
"This is for you, you whore... " She used her lips
and mouth in every way she could to please her
son. Her tongue licked up and down the shaft and
traced the edge where it met the head. She sucked
on the thick helmet until he couldn't stand it
anymore. He felt a torrent of cum waiting to fill
his mother's mouth.
Tim pulled out of her mouth before the explosion
they were both anticipating. He took a deep breath
and retreated from the edge of orgasm. He took her
by the shoulders and he forced his mother face
down onto her elbows and approached her from
behind. He drove the length of his hardness into
her. Each stroke of her son's cock thrilled her,
especially because it was her son's cock. He
pounded her wet pussy and told her, "This is what
you deserve... this... this... this. " Each word
brought her a more forceful insertion.
She only inflamed him more when she said, "I don't
know what I deserve... probably a lot worse for
what I've done... but I know what I want. I want
you to fuck me like this... to fuck me always...
to fuck me... to fuck me. " His mother came
screaming those words.
Often he would take her in the morning after she
was dressed. He knew she would be anxious to leave
for work and he would stop her in the kitchen as
she grabbed a cup of coffee. He made her stand and
take off her panties. He caressed his mother's
pussy until it leaked and then he'd have her put
one leg up on a chair. This would open her wide
enough for him to insert his big cock into her
pussy from behind. He'd fill her with cum and
leave her panting and disheveled. She never
refused him.
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