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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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