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Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 04:21:21 +0000
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Unknown
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.
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