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A 'Cute' Mom
I was thinking about one of the things I often
think about. Why do we do things? I was also
thinking about my mother…pornographic 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, maybe…but 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 ready…waiting…and 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 bed…we'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 "Oh…OH…" 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. "Yes…fuck me, fuck me…this is what
I've been dreaming about for years…my two boys
fucking me…my two big cocks in their mother at the
same time…in my cunt…in my ass…oooh yes…this is
what you're whore of a mother needs…this is what
your slut mother needs…to get fucked by her
sons…fucked by her sons…over and over again…OH…I
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 mom…I 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 sweetheart…but…" 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 fast…we have to talk
about this…but I have to go to work and…we'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 mom…I missed you."
There was a hesitation on the other end and she
said, "Hi baby…are 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 love…is that
possible…and 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
them…wouldn'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 now…just 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, Ricky…Ricky…" 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 Rick…it's not that…it's
that…I lied."
"What do you mean mom."
"Oh God…baby… I lied about Bobby…he did touch me
this way…I'm so sorry honey…I didn't want you
think badly of me…I didn't want you not to want
me…it only went on for a month or so…I ended it
because I realized I was just confused and
needy…it wasn't about the kind of love I feel
now…don't hate me baby…I love you…I had to tell
you the truth; I didn't want this to be between
us…say 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 to…I
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 herself…but 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, "Ricky…Ricky?"
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.
"Ricky…baby…you have to forgive me…" Her eyes
filled as she pleadingly said, "I'm not a
whore…I'm not a whore…I'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 honey…as 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 you…and 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 baby…we
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, "Baby…are you going to
always want me to be yours…still want your momma's
pussy…you wont leave me will you baby? I love you
so much…oh 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 "Mmm…mmm…mmm…" with each jolt. She pulled
her mouth away from mine to say, "Baby I'm
coming…I'm coming…oh Ricky…Rickey…my 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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