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A 'Cute' Mom

by Mikelh ©

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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