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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 21:55:33 +0000
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Motherly Love
By L
Chapter One
I was thirteen when my Father left. By the time I turned fourteen, my
Mother was well on her way to becoming an alcoholic. Only thirty-six
years old, she was still quite attractive but the booze was beginning
to take its toll on her, as if she were trying to drink herself into
oblivion. And there were so many different guys taking her out and
stuff that I couldn't keep track of all of them.
There were many nights when some guy would bring her home from bar
hopping and Mom would just pass out on the sofa without even making it
to her bedroom. It was just such a night that something awoke me from
a sound sleep and I went downstairs to make sure everything was okay.
As she had done so many times before, Mom lay sprawled on the sofa
snoring softly. Her skirt had hiked itself almost up to her waist and
she wasn't wearing any panties at all. I stood there beside the sofa
looking down at her exposed pussy and all of a sudden I had a raging
hard-on. I had seen Mom in various stages of undress before, but it
had never had affected me like it did that night. Her legs were
spread apart and I could see the pink and fleshy lips of her pussy and
the dark triangle of pubic hair and it turned me on so much that I
grew dizzy as I stared down at her.
It was pure impulse then that caused me to bend down and lightly rub
my fingers against the fleshy lips of my Mother's pussy. She didn't
even stir and there was no break in her even breathing at my touch.
Emboldened by her lack of response, my heart pounding in my chest, I
gently inserted a finger into the crevice of her pussy and gently
squirmed it around a little. The only response Mom made was to squirm
her pelvis slightly as my finger probed. It suddenly dawned on me
that if she wasn't making any resistance to my finger, just maybe I
could...
Without even pausing to consider the possible consequences, I pushed
my pajama bottoms down and carefully climbed up onto the sofa and
positioned myself between my Mother's legs. I wasn't at all sure how
to proceed because I had never screwed a girl before, but I took hold
of my rock-hard dick and touched the tip against the lips of her
pussy. I pushed forward a bit and somehow found the mark because my
penis slipped smoothly into Mom's pussy. The feeling was incredible
and I began to slowly slide my dick in and out and to my amazement and
delight, Mom started to move her hips in rhythm with my movement and
began moaning softly as I fucked her.
"Oh Raymond... give it to me hon... give it to me hard!!"
I figured Raymond must have been the guy she was out with earlier but
I was enjoying myself too much to even care who it was she was moaning
about. I just started humping her harder and faster and then it was
my turn to moan aloud as I started cumming like I had never done
before... not even when I jerked off.
After a while, I pulled myself out of her and rose on shaky legs to
pull my pajama's up again. I could see that Mom's eyes were still
closed. I reached down and tried to pull her skirt down a little,
then ran upstairs and jumped into my own bed. I fell asleep as soon
as my head hit the pillow...
Mom was already up and fixing breakfast when I got up the next
morning. When I walked into the kitchen where she stood at the stove
I was almost afraid to look at her. But she turned and smiled at me
and told me to sit down because she almost had breakfast ready. She
was wearing her terrycloth robe she liked so much and I couldn't help
wondering what she was wearing beneath the robe. As I sat down at the
table I got a hard-on again.
Placing a plate of pancakes in front of me, Mom sat down at the table
across from me and took a sip of her coffee. "Robby honey," she said
calmly, "... I think that you and I need to have a little talk."
"What about, Mom?" I asked, trying to sound innocent but my heart in
my throat. "What's wrong?"
"I was drinking a lot last night, honey... but I remember that
Raymond didn't come into the house with me last night. We made out in
the car a while but I didn't invite him inside. You want to tell me
anything Robby?"
Something told me to be honest with her. "Yes... I g..guess so, Mom.
You were sleeping on the sofa and your skirt was all up and you didn't
have any underwear on so I... I... did it to you. Please don't be
mad at me."
"It's my own fault I guess," Mom sighed. "I'm a drunk and drunks do
strange things. I'm just sorry I had to corrupt my own son. Who
knows, you are so much like your father that maybe subconsciously I
wanted you to... as you say... do it to me. Do you understand,
honey?"
"I think so Mom," I replied, not sure I understood at all. Just happy
that she wasn't mad at me for what I did to her.
"Besides," she said with a smile, "... at your age your hormones are
racing. I can't really blame you... It's just that incest is such an
ugly word. Besides which, I could go to jail for what you did if
anyone ever found out about it."
"No one will ever know, Mom," I said quickly. "I'll never tell
anyone!! Honest!!"
"Okay hon... hey... how was it? I mean... did you enjoy it baby?"
"Oh Mom... it was really great!! I gushed. "It was so cool!"
"Hmmm... well... it's too bad I wasn't sober enough to enjoy it with
you," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "It isn't fair. I had a
handsome young man do "it" to me and I was too far out of things to
enjoy what was happening."
"Well..." I said impulsively, "... you're sober now Mom..."
She just sat there and stared at me thoughtfully for what seemed like
a long time before she spoke again. "Robby? Are you suggesting that
we do "it" again?"
"Only if you want to, Mom... I mean... you know... since we already
done it... I can't see any harm in it or anything..." The words
tumbling out of my mouth sounded like gibberish to my own ears. "I
mean... I won't ever tell... and ... geez... I mean..."
I had a hard-on from just talking about it to her and I squirmed
around uncomfortably on my chair.
"Well now," she said softly, "...that's something I'll have to think
about for a while honey. Go ahead and finish your breakfast now,
okay?"
Chapter Two
I was on pins and needles for the next three or four days. Mom didn't
say anything more about it and things seemed back to normal, except
for the fact that Mom didn't seem to be drinking as much as she had
before. And she didn't go out on any dates or have any of her men
friends stop by or anything. Like I said, everything seemed to be
normal except that every once in a while I would catch her looking at
me with a funny look in her eyes. It was that following Thursday
evening when things started happening.
Mom and me were sitting on the sofa watching television when I noticed
that she had crossed her legs and the hem of her skirt was really high
above her knees. I looked down at her legs and started thinking about
what it had been like when I screwed her and I got this super boner
again. I already had changed into my pajama's and I guess she noticed
the bulge from my woody because she started teasing me.
Oh Robby... you are so bad," she said with a laugh. "Sitting there
staring at your poor old mother's legs and getting yourself all
excited!"
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I can't help it! Your legs are so pretty
and sexy and all."
"Not bad for an old broad, hunh?" she laughed again. Then she just
sort of scooted on the sofa closer to me and put her hand on my leg
just above my knee. "Robby... you would have to keep things very
secret honey... you couldn't tell a living soul."
"I wouldn't tell anyone... honest Mom!!!!" I exclaimed
Mom seemed to hesitate a minute, then she slid her hand up my leg and
cupped her palm over the bulge in my pajama's. She squeezed her
fingers around my peter and it felt so good I almost came right then.
Almost but not quite...
I reached over and cupped my hand over one of her tits, making sure
not to dislodge her hand from my peter. She wasn't wearing a bra so I
just sort of massaged her tit with my hand. Moving her hand away from
my lap, Mom turned and switched off the lamp on the table beside the
sofa so that the only light in the room came from the TV Then she
unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off so that her titties were out
in the open, then she reached for me again. Only this time she slid
her hand down inside my pajama bottoms to grasp my peter. I then
reached my own hand out to play with her titty once more.
After a few minutes, Mom used her free hand to push my pajama bottoms
down below my knees. Brushing my hand away from her titty, she bent
down and kissed the head of my peter, then she sucked it into her
mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and began an up and down
sucking movement with her head and started playing with my balls at
the same time.
"Oh Mom... that feels so good," I said with a moan, "... but I want
to fuck you again... Can I please... Please...?"
Sliding her mouth off of my peter, she stood up beside the sofa and
pulled down her skirt and panties until she was naked, then she
reached down and made me lay down on my back. She straddled me then
and lowered herself on to my dick. I slid all the way up inside her
pussy and she began moving herself up and down and all the time she
was staring down at my face...
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" she said in a funny voice. "Is this
what you wanted? You wanted to fuck me, didn't you? Do you like how
I'm fucking you sweetheart..."
She started slamming herself up and down on top of me and I groaned
out loud as I started shooting off up inside her. "Yes Mommy...
Yessss... fuck me... fuck meeeeeeee..."
END
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