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Growing up with Mom (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
by Jim Fix
I am just a poster and not the author Of This Story!
(Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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I stand by an open grave in bright summer sunshine with feelings of
darkest
December inside. There are less than ten people at the graveside
ceremony and
I wished there were none. I am burying the only woman I have ever loved
and
the presence of the others seems like an intrusion. I stood quietly by
the coffin
and wait until everyone leaves so I can be alone with my mother and my
memories of our life together. The love we shared is going with her to
eternity.
Now all I have is memories. . . .
I remember well the day my father was dragged out of the house by a
couple of
Deputy Sheriffs. My mother was taken away in an ambulance to the
hospital
after a particularly severe beating by father over money my mother
insisted we
didnt have. I spent a few days in foster care until Mom was released
from the
hospital and took me home. . . .
Mom and Dad married when she was barely sixteen and already pregnant
with
me. Dad blamed her for taking his life away with her pregnancy and me
for
just being alive. He drank heavily and slapped Mom around for the
slightest
infraction of his arbitrary rules. I learned quickly to stay out of his
sight and be
quiet or suffer the consequences at his hands. I remember the happy
times
Mom and I had together when he was away at work and the terror Mom
suffered when he was out drinking at night. When he came home drunk he
inevitably had to slap her around before he forced her to have sex with
him.
I have memories of laying in my crib in our tiny two room apartment and
hearing the animal sounds from their bed as he pounded flesh against
flesh
until he was satisfied. Afterward he would berate mother for being a
lifeless
lover and if he wasnt completely exhausted pick a fight over her lack
of
enthusiasm for sex. Our best nights when Dad was home were those when he
came home so drunk he just passed out.
One time when Mom called the police to calm Dad down and he was nice as
pie
until they left. Mom lived in hell of his making for weeks afterward and
never
called them again. She had learned that when the police left after
extracting a
promise from Dad to do better, things only got worse.
The last time Dad beat Mom he made so much noise slamming her around and
she screamed so loud the neighbors called the sheriff and two deputies
came
and took Dad away. I never saw him again.
When Mom brought me home from foster care the next weeks were filled
with
courtrooms and offices with people sitting behind desks asking
questions. Dad
went to jail for a month or two and was released on probation. He never
came
around anymore and I didnt miss him. Perhaps a year later we heard he
had
been stabbed by a woman he was living with after he beat her up. He was
dead
when the police arrived.
With no income after Dad went to jail Mom applied for welfare and our
privacy
was mostly removed by social workers and welfare investigators. People
came
to our apartment and looked in the refrigerator to see what kind of food
Mom
had and asked what seemed to me a million questions. The investigators
even
asked our neighbors questions about us so what little privacy we had
became
very precious indeed. I learned to be very secretive from this
experience and
would talk to no one about our private life. The only good thing about
welfare
was we got to move to a nicer apartment in a better part of town.
The seeds of our relationship were sown out of necessity and loneliness.
Before
Dad left I was the only person who gave Mom any love or affection and we
became very closely bonded. Mom was little more than a girl herself and
my
childish love was the only good thing in her young life. She would carry
on long
one-sided conversations with me and shower her pent-up need to love on
me.
The terror filled nights of waiting for a drunken husband to come home
she
spent hugging me close and sharing her hopes that he would just this
once be
in a good mood. I spent many a night sitting on her lap hugged close to
her
breast.
The absence of abundant hot water for a bath and little heat in winter
removed
any modesty between mother and me. In the cheap apartment that Dad
rented
Mom could only run one bath before the hot water ran out so we would
bathe
together for as long as I could remember. She would scrub me all over
and
rinse me off and I would wash her back for her. The back washing
branched
out to include all over as I grew older and learned how to scrub her
properly. I
was always fascinated by her breasts and she would let me amuse myself
as I
carefully washed them. At first I was only allowed to touch them when we
were
in the bath.
I remember one time in particular when I was sitting astride her tummy
and
washing her breasts. She was lying back in the tub with her eyes closed
enjoying the attention she was getting when my little penis became
erect.
When she noticed it she took it in her hand and gave it a gentle
squeeze. Her
hand felt good there and I continued to rub her soapy breasts with my
bare
hands as she held my little soldier, as she called it, in her hand and
gently
stroked it back and forth causing pleasant little tickles. We stopped
only when
the water began to get cool. This became a ritual at almost every bath
and I
found it as natural as my mothers kiss.
Another time I was washing Moms legs and I noticed she didnt have a
little
soldier between her legs as I did. When I asked about her missing member
she
explained that boys and girls had different parts between their legs.
Curious, I
washed the outside of her vagina with the washcloth and was surprised
when
she gasped as I touched it. She sat up from her reclining position
plunging it
underwater out of my reach.
One day I was washing her legs with my bare hands and I let my hand slip
between her legs to wash that curious triangular patch of hair. A soapy
finger
slid inside her much to my surprise. I was a little scared at first but
Mom didnt
seem to mind at all, in fact, she seemed to enjoy what was happening
very
much so out of childish curiosity I explored the new phenomenon I had
discovered. After a few moments she guided my fingers to a little bump
just
above the big hole and showed me how to massage it. As I massaged her
little
bump she began to move her hips back and forth and make little noises
that
were even to my young ears caused by pleasure. Not yet five, I had
masturbated my mother to orgasm. When it was over she hugged me and
kissed me with a fervor she never had never shown before and made me
promise never to tell anyone about what we did in the bath. She
explained that
this was just as much fun for her as it was for me when she played with
my
little soldier. We had so little happiness in our lives anything that
brought a
little joy was welcomed by either of us and I would have done anything
that
made Mom happy if only for a moment. Neither of us ever told Dad
anything
out of fear so keeping secrets was as normal as breathing. Another bath
time
ritual was born.
When Dad wasnt home which was about half the time Mom would take me to
bed with her. In winter it was cold in our apartment and we would huddle
together in bed to keep warm. Other times we slept together for mutual
emotional support. What was born of necessity continued after we moved
into
our new apartment that was well heated and had two bedrooms. We slept
together every night after Dad was gone.
One morning shortly after we had moved I woke up before Mom and was just
laying there enjoying being alive in a warm snug bed. I was laying on my
side
facing her and she was facing me. One of her breasts had fell free of
her
nightgown and the nipple was only inches from my face. I wondered what
it
would feel like to take the nipple in my mouth and suck it and after a
few
seconds of hesitation I began to do just that. Mom stretched her body as
she
awakened and put her arms around me to hug me even closer to her breast.
Holding me tightly she rolled on her back and pulled me on top. We lay
like
this for a long time and she freed the other breast so I could give it
some
attention also. I alternated between left and right until my mouth got
tired and
then stopped. Mom removed her panties and guided my hand to her vagina
and I began to masturbate her as I had in the bathtub. She pushed my
face
into her breasts and I got the idea she wanted me to suck her nipples at
the
same time. She wiggled and bucked her way to an orgasm and finally lay
still
while I kept my fingers buried inside her. I liked to feel the inside of
her vagina
and as wet as she was it was easy for me to slip my fingers around and
feel
what it was like inside that mysterious crevice.
Afterwards she removed my shorts and lay me on my back. She took my
penis
in her mouth and began to suck it as I had her nipples. This caused a
whole
new series of sensations for me. She had never done this before and
after the
surprise was over I found myself enjoying the warm moist sucking and
rubbing
she gave me with her mouth and tongue. When I looked up there was her
hairy
vagina right over my face. She stopped sucking me long enough to tell me
to
suck and massage her little bump with my tongue.
I wasnt prepared for the reaction out of Mom when I started. She pushed
down
into my face and almost smothered me at first. When I complained we
reversed
positions with me on top and continued. This was much better for I could
now
see what I was doing and when she thrust her hips toward my face I could
still
breathe. I could judge how much fun she was having by how hard she
sucked
on my little soldier. That morning I quickly brought her to orgasm.
Later I
learned how to tease her and make her go almost crazy by varying the
tempo of
my tonguing on her little bump. I liked to prolong these intimate times
for I
enjoyed my half of the fun and wanted it to last as long as possible.
Sunday mornings were the best of all our intimate times. When we woke up
we
would just lie abed and play with each other. After Mom had had an
orgasm or
two I would just lie between her legs and play with my pink toy, the
code name
for Moms vagina later shortened to just my toy. She showed me how my
little
soldier was supposed to go inside her but I was just too small at that
time. I did
rub his head against her little bump and discovered a new world of
sensations.
We would while away the whole morning doing little else except giving
each
other pleasure.
I loved my mother very much and her love for me knew no bounds. Outside
our
intimate play she showered me with affection and if I did anything to
displease
her a stern word or two was all that was necessary to put me back on the
straight and narrow. Everyone commented on our devotion to each other
and
what a good job she was doing raising a son alone.
When I started kindergarten Mom went back to school to finish high
school.
Her classes were long and I had to spend a lot of time in day care. I
missed her
terribly but she patiently explained why we had to be separated all
those hours
during the day so she could get a job and give us a better life. Since
Dad had
gone I was in heaven and couldnt see how our life could be better but I
took
her word and suffered quietly missing her constant presence.
It was while I was in kindergarten I learned that my relationship with
my
mother was different from other childrens. The secrecy and reticence
learned
in our early welfare days stood me in good stead. I never talked about
my home
life with the other kids and as I listened to their stories I realized
what a
wonderful mother I had. They lived dull lives compared to Mom and me. I
also
figured out that our intimacy was considered a bad thing by society in
general
and learned one good lesson; what everyone believes may not be right in
all
cases.
During the last half of first grade I had a growing spurt and shot up
like a
weed. My little soldier did some serious growing also and finally I was
large
enough to penetrate my pink toy. This added a whole new dimension to our
intimate play and introduced me to the real joy of sex. I hadnt matured
enough to have an orgasm yet but I loved the sensations I felt inside my
toy
and I could stay erect forever it seemed. Mom particularly enjoyed
sitting
astride me and rocking back and forth until she exploded with one orgasm
after another. Other times I would lay on top and pump away until I was
too
tired to move. One of my favorite positions was to lie crossways between
her
legs with one of her legs between mine and her other leg over my waist.
In this
position I could bury my little soldier inside her toy and we could
relax and be
comfortable while maintaining intimate contact. Many nights we fell
asleep in
this position. The most pleasant feeling on earth was to have my little
soldier
deep within the confines of her warm slippery flesh. I would never miss
an
opportunity to enjoy our mutual pleasures either orally or in the more
conventional manner.
Mom finished her high school course and graduated when I was in second
grade. I was her escort at her graduation party and when she introduced
me as
her son I could see disappointment on several of the mens faces. Mom
was a
reasonably attractive 23 year old woman but the baggage of a son of
seven was
more than most men her age could tolerate. I later learned she feared
any
intimate relationship with men her age after her experience with Dad. It
was
of little consequence to her for we had each other and our life together
was an
island of love and emotional safety in a dangerous sea. After the public
party
we had our own private party at home in the security of our bedroom safe
from
the prying eyes of the outside.
Mom landed a day job and we were finally free of welfare investigators.
She
had by her own sweat earned us our privacy. The experience had matured
both
of us. Mom had developed little mentally while she lived with Dad but
after he
left she had grown by leaps and bounds as she faced the world and made a
place for us to live. She had always treated me as her equal and I was
wise far
beyond my seven years. She was shrewd at work and gained promotion after
promotion. When she found her education inadequate she would go back to
school until she had the necessary tools. As she moved up in her job our
living
circumstances followed suit. She was a loner in the business world and
had no
romantic entanglements to create barriers to her advancement. Few people
even knew she had a son.
I was twelve when a major change came into our life. I can recall that
morning
as if it were yesterday. Mom and I were enjoying a typical Sunday
morning and
I was pumping away when I began to feel a new sensation. The pleasant
tickling feeling I was accustomed to began to build higher and higher in
waves.
The pleasure was centered in the head of my penis and radiated out to my
entire body. It became almost unbearable but I couldnt stop until it
reached a
crescendo that was very nearly pain and violent contractions seized my
groin
causing something to spurt out of my penis. With a cry of pleasure I
collapsed
on top of Mom in a state of contentment and fulfillment I had never
experienced before.
What I hadnt noticed was she had also had a super orgasm and we were
both
in a state of ecstasy. When we calmed down enough I told Mom what I had
just
experienced. She carefully explained that I had just had my first
ejaculation
and that sex would be like that from now on. We spent that glorious
morning
exploring my new ability.
We were as close as a man and a woman can become. We were united by the
bonds of a mother and son and we were also joined as lovers. We were so
close
we could almost tell what the other was thinking. Any separation, if
only for a
matter of hours, was hard to bear. We had become almost a single entity
in two
bodies.
When I became older we moved to another city and lived openly as a
couple.
Those were some of the happiest years of our lives. Too soon they ended.
Cancer, a terrible word that strikes fear in everyone, came to visit us.
One day
she was the light of my life and a few months later I was standing by an
open
grave mourning my loss. How would I ever be able to go on without her?
"Daddy, lets go now. Mummy wouldnt want us to be so sad."
I silently said goodbye to Mom and allowed my daughter to lead me away.
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