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I was sixteen when America got into World War II. My father, in a
moment of madness, enlisted in the Army. After he sobered up, it was
too late; he was off to the Pacific shortly thereafter.
Being the only male left in the family, my mother and two older
sisters looked to me to keep the farm going. I quit school and
started working full time on our little farm.
Until after World War II, air conditioning was nonexistent in the
west. The pot-bellied stove was the source of warmth in most homes.
During the winter you stoked the stove and threw a mattress on the
floor. The whole family slept huddled up on it. You huddled up
closer as soon as the pot-bellied stove went out and relied on each
other's body heat for comfort the rest of the night.
I was a beanpole kid and a solid member of the masturbating club. Sex
between teens was almost unheard of then. If you got some girl in
trouble, you got an ass full of buckshot, or married the girl,
sometimes both. There was no money, so nobody could afford to get
married. Most of us belonged to the masturbating club. I fantasized
about getting a piece of ass, but that was all it was; hardly anyone
of us kids knew what the real thing was.
One thing for sure, a lot of us boys were proud possessors of long,
thick cocks. What else did you expect --- we pulled on our cocks
every night, and every chance we had. I already had a nice six or so
incher with a big, turnip-sized head on it. The kids at school used
to giggle when I went to the front of the room to read because the
bulge of my cock was very obvious even in a dormant stage. My mother
made panties for her and my sisters from the flour sacks; she never
made any shorts for me so I went without.
The first winter we passed without my father started out to be a very
cold one. One day after work, we all helped my mother clean up after
supper and she told us that we were all going to start sleeping on the
floor again together because it was getting too cold. My mother had
made flannel slipcovers to sleep in; that was all for me. I still
didn't have any shorts because we couldn't afford it. The robe
reached to my sisters' ankles. On me, it reached above my knees, and
I had to be careful not to bend over too far or they could see my
balls and cock.
About a week after we had all been sleeping together, the weather
turned very cold. I was sleeping on one side of my mother, and my
sisters were on the other side of her. It was in the early hours of
the morning when the most comfortable and beautiful feeling woke me
up. My mother's bare ass was cushioned against my balls and cock. My
gown was raised above my waist and I could feel her flour- cloth
panties touching my legs just above my knees. My cock was straight up
between her soft, warm buns.
If it's never happened to you, you can draw a multitude of negatives.
But if it has, you know what your mind says, *Oh, shit, it's my
mother. Or something like that. You get scared at first, and then if
you're lucky like I was, the soft hand of your mother touches your
cock and starts caressing and rubbing it to that warm and tender place
just where the ass curve ends and the hair between the legs start. By
then, any moral ethics you might have had, had completely vanished.
You can't control your body too well. You want to shove your hips
forward, but you don't want your mother to know that you're awake. I
tried not to move a muscle but my cock started swelling in my mother's
grasp, as she started rubbing the head of my cock on the swollen,
hairy lips of her pussy. I could hear the loud breathing of my two
sisters as they slept. Never having been in that situation before, I
was confused, to say the least.
My balls started to ache. I marveled at remembering all the tiny
details. There are certain reactions that are very natural about
fucking that you don't have to be taught. One is to want to grab hold
and pull the person to you; the other is to want to hump your hips as
the person playing with your cock runs your cock between her pussy
lips. I was still afraid to do either.
I could feel my cock oozing cum as my mother kept rubbing the head of
my cock along the hot, wet, silky groove. Every once in awhile as she
rubbed my cock on her pussy, I was clever enough to fake some snores
in my deep breaths. I was getting tired of holding the position
behind her, when I got the surprise of my life. I don't think my
mother really wanted my cock inside her until that moment.
In one of the passes she made with my cock between her pussy lips, the
cockhead found the entrance to her pussy. I couldn't help it, I gave
a fucking hump forward, and my cock started sinking into a tight, hot,
wet sleeve. My cock started spurting and gushing as
I grabbed my mother's hips and I heard her say, "Oh!" or No!" By
then, I had half my spurting cock in her, and was reaching between her
back and the bed sheets to grab the other hip. When I got my other
hand on her hip, she bent as far forward as she could in her sideways
position, and her ass and my hips started making loud, smacking
noises. I buried my cock inside her as deeply as I could.
After my orgasm, my cock wouldn't go soft so I kept humping her. The
bed covers had slipped around her hips and mine. I could see her bare
ass smacking against my pelvis. I had never seen any part of my
mother's bare body above her calves before then, but the morning
daylight had started coming through the window.
I felt an orgasm coming and I pounded into her as she arched her back
to me. When I started gushing inside her again she started moaning
and I completely forgot about my sisters, even though the slapping of
her ass and my pelvis were very loud. I emptied myself in her. We
stayed connected for a long time afterwards. When
I pulled out of my mother's pussy; there was loud, sucking noise.
My cock and balls felt very wet.
The smell of sex was very strong. Anyone could have known that
somebody had fucked on that mattress without being there. My mother
lifted up and turned towards me. Through half-closed eyes, I saw my
sister looking at us. When my mother was completely turned towards
me, she whispered, "Did you like it?" I whispered back, "Nora is
looking at us." My mother didn't say a thing after that, and turned
her face to the ceiling as she reached down and pulled her panties up.
That morning at breakfast, my older sister was very quiet, but my
other sister was her usual self. I went out in the field as usual and
worked hard at trying to relive that night. It seemed like a dream,
very unrealistic. I got several hardons while doing my work, and when
I went to take a piss I noticed the thick crown on my cockhead was
real red. When I went to eat lunch, my older sister was not home.
My mother and other sister and I ate lunch, and then my sister went
out to the laundry room. My mother said, "How do you feel?" I don't
remember what I answered. She said, "Debbie has gone to do the
laundry. You want to do it some more?" She started walking to the
bedroom, and I followed her. My mother didn't remove her dress, she
just lifted the skirt around her waist and pulled her long flour-cloth
panties off.
I was surprised at the amount of hair on her Venus mound, as she lay
down across the bedcovers. She put her forearms across her face as I
dropped my pants. When I got between her legs she spread then open,
and I got my first look at a real live pussy. I felt very uneasy, but
my mother acted as if it were something we did every day.
She said, "I don't know how you have such a big love muscle,
Ronny." When I started to ram my cock into her pussy, she told me,
"That's not the way to do it," and grabbed hold of my cock. She
played it up and down like I had felt her do that morning. After my
cock and her pussy got wet with my cum and hers, she said, "Now, now."
I placed my arms under her armpits as she told me and then I started
to hump her real fast, she told me, "Slow, slow, you're not going to
wear it out, baby."
Thereafter, we fucked in bed very quietly without too much noise all
winter. I noticed things about my mother that had gone unnoticed
before we had started fucking steadily. I could tell my older sister
was aware of my mother and me fucking, but she never said anything.
Several months later, a letter came from the War Department telling us
that my father had gotten killed on some island in the South Pacific.
That curdled our cheese for a while and made us abstain from fucking.
Then about a week later, I took my shirt off and started cutting some
wood. When I came into the house, my mother sent my sister out to do
the laundry again. As soon as she was out of sight, my mother said,
"Want to put your love muscle in me?"
I said, "Let's go fuck." She said something about me bad-mouthing
her, but that didn't deter us from fucking.
My mother and I fucked for years until she passed away in 1980.
Years later, my sister told me in a side conversation that she had
known that I was making love to my mother. I asked her why she never
reproached me. She said it was better for me to give my mother what
she needed than for her to get it from a complete stranger. My other
sister never knew my mother and I fucked.
Since then, I have talked to several men who have had sexual
experiences with their mothers as young men. We came to the same
agreement that it had been the best sexual experience in our lives.
END
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