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Date: Fri, 09 Apr 2004 23:39:44 +0000
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Auntie, Mom's Friend and Mom
PART 2 OF 2
"It's true, isn't it? I mean, if she didn't, why would you want to spend so
much time with her? She's told me everything, you know. It's not like we
don't talk..."
I was beginning to feel something. I heard some subtle, maybe not so subtle
things in my ears that were going right to my dick, and I was wondering how
I could be having these twinges in my crank with my own mother in the room.
"Well, what is it that you talk about?"
"Ginny likes to get into it. You know that she's like a truck driver
sometimes with her mouth. Maybe you like that, too. But she says how much
you like to...suck her boobs..."
"Aww mom, I don't want to hear you talk like that..."
"No, no no, it's okay. In fact, it's more than okay. I want...I need..." She
stumbled over her words "Something from you. When you come in the bathroom
with me when I've been undressed..."
I protested, "No, I've never..."
"Let me finish. I know you look at me..."
"No, ma, I haven't..."
Her tone became just a bit more firm. "Now listen... It's okay, really."
Then she dropped her tone to soothing. "In fact, I like it. Now if you'll
let me finish, I want to tell you what I want... I know you think Ginny's
boobs are beautiful, she tells me you tell her that all the time." Mom
looked up, and gazed intently into my eyes. "But I think mine are just as
nice. What do you think...?"
Mom slowly stood up, sliding off the edge of the bed. She still had on her
old robe, but after she came to her full 5'4" height in front of me, about 3
feet away, she opened the robe, and let it slowly fall to the floor as she
pulled it back off her shoulders, revealing those tits I'd seen only in
passing. She still wore the same kind of white panties that Ginny wore, and
that I knew she, my mother, always wore, but I was too utterly blown away to
even notice them.
I sucked in my breath. I couldn't say anything. "Well, what do you think?
Are they as pretty as Ginny's? I know they aren't quite as big, but they're
probably firmer..." she said in a low voice, as seductive as I'd ever heard
her.
I looked up, and saw those suckable nipples, almost as big as Ginny's, on
the end of a pair of tits, not like those I would see in Playboy or
Penthouse or Hustler, but ones I would call in later life 'real tits', full
and not perfect for a magazine but perfect for fondling and kissing and
licking and sucking...
"But...I don't understand..." I gulped, "what do you want...? What about
Dad?" I stared long and hard at those nipples, and my cock began to grow in
spite of myself.
"Well," she said, "Ginny and I talk, like I told you. She tells me that you
absolutely love to suck her nipples. I...I'm not sure how to tell you this,
but I absolutely love to have my nipples sucked. Your father," she seemed to
be unhappy with the word, "doesn't like to do anything like that... And
Ginny tells me how wonderful it feels..." As she spoke, she started to
almost unconsciously place her hands under each breast and ever so slowly
and gently lift them, ever so slightly, as if to offer them to my mouth, and
I was by then beginning to shake with nerves and desire.
"I know that want to be with Ginny every day if you could," she said, "and
you can't be. I know you play with yourself all the time, that you want sex
all the time, and I'd love to give you the chance to experience at least
some of what you get with Ginny whenever you want it. I'd like to let you
suck my nipples whenever you want to, and you can play with yourself when
you do, and I won't care... You don't have to pretend to hide that from me
anymore..."
I couldn't stand it. I reached out my arms slowly, and my mother came to me.
I was in my chair, and I parted my knees so that she could come close enough
for me to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. "Oh God..." I wanted to
say, and my mother said it for me...
I kissed it gently, then my tongue lightly touched the very tip, and from
there, I started to swirl my tongue ever so gently around more and more of
the nipple and felt it grow against my tongue. In the back of my mind, I
could not believe I was licking my own mother's tit, but it was good, better
than good, better than fantastic. I started to go from licking to sucking,
first very tenderly, then with increasing passion, until I was breathing
heavily. Then I took my mouth away, and, being utterly carried away and not
thinking what I was doing, said to her "Mom, I want you to sit down, let me
get on my knees, and suck you". She backed away, and I reached up my hands
and took hers as I stood up with the biggest pole under my shorts I'd ever
had in my life. She didn't look at my cock under my pants, but just looked
in my eyes, as she turned 180¡, and I helped her sink into the chair. I
instantly was on my knees, and sucking as if for my life. She took her hands
and ran them through is hair, her neck arched a bit, not overly so, but in
obvious pleasure. "Suck me, suck me, baby". I sucked and sucked, and finally
had to take my cock out, which I was starting to beat in a heavy rhythm,
until I came with a sigh... Only then did I lean back on my haunches and
take in the sight of my glorious mother, leaned back a bit in my chair,
nipples erect and hard and at attention, her face flushed, her breasts full.
I'd noticed before, but really noticed now, the fullness of my mother's
belly, never the flat board of the hard bodies, but it was beautiful. I knew
I wanted to experience that navel which was below the panty line, the spot
marked by a flat spot stretched taut... But I felt I already had gone as far
as she would let me.
"Mom, how was that?" I breathed.
"Wonderful," she sighed, "but I need a lot more sucking than that...," and I
went back to work and licked and sucked until my mother's back arched with
pleasure and she cried and "hmmmm"ed after what may have been her coming...
I never thought Ginny would be outdone, but just my mother's breasts were
enough to convince me that she would be the best sex of my life, ever...
I stopped suckling, and just laid there, my head lightly against one of her
breasts. She held me against her. "You can have me like this every day," she
said. "Every day, after school, whenever your father isn't home, anytime...
I love you." I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep knowing my beautiful
fucking mother was in the room next to mine...
Well, she was truly beautiful, my cock felt that for sure. Every day when I
came home from school, I'd come in the door, look my mother in the eye, take
her hand, and lead her to my bedroom. We got to the point where it was
almost as exciting for me to unbutton her blouse, turn her around, unhook
her bra, and start fondling her tits, as it was to suck them. The
anticipation was tremendous, every fucking day. I'd walk into the house with
a huge hard on, and eventually, I'd even drop my pants so I was naked from
the waist down while I stripped my mother to her waist. There were days
before I'd undress her that I'd come up from behind her, kiss her neck,
tongue her ear, and feel her boobs through her top, and started the
slightest pushing with my hips into her ass. She was always a little
defensive then, wanted only her tits to receive attention. Bu that attention
she loved more than anything, I think she was in love with my mouth.
And I had the freedom that I never had before. I used to have to listen,
hardly breathing, whenever I stroked himself or beat off between the
pillows, afraid I'd get caught, but now, not only did I not have to be
furtive and hide, I could do whatever I wanted to pleasure myself with my
door wide open. Even better, there were days when I had to relieve himself
even after sucking my mother's gorgeous lobes, and I would go out to her,
tell I was going to play with myself, and she would most often come in my
room to watch. I hoped for more, of course, even though I continued to fuck
my 'girlfriend' Ginny.
One day, after many weeks of suckling, and having always done nothing with
my cock but stroke it myself, I thought I'd try something different. I knew
my mother enjoyed looking at my cock, but she'd never said anything about
ever touching it herself. Well, I wanted her to do something for me. After a
particularly intense sucking session, and having avoided touching himself, I
stood up with my raging hard on and placed myself as close to my mother as I
could, she still slumped down in the chair in my room. Mom stared at my
boner lovingly. I just stood there, come oozing out the tip of my throbbing
penis, and started talking. "Mom, I know you haven't said we'd ever do more
than what we have been doing, but I'd give anything to at least rub my dick
on your tits..." She knew what I wanted. "Let's do something even better."
She stood up, and laid down on my bed, her tits swaying as she walked. "Come
over here to the bed. Get on top of me and I'll let you rub your cock
between my tits..." Yes, even her language had gotten more intimate. It took
me all of 5 seconds to be on top of my mother, thrusting my stiff dick on my
dear mother's chest as she grabbed her full, pretty melons and pushed them
together so tightly that I thought it felt a lot like being inside Ginny's
sweet tight cunt. Faster and faster I pumped, until I came, gushing,
"Ughhhhhh..." The splatter, not a very great deal as I'd been pumping my
meat many times each day, was still enough to make a pool of liquid love on
the spot just above where her cleavage would have been if she were sitting
up. I lifted myself off of her, and set one cheek of my butt right near her
hip, close, and started to lovingly massage my jism into her skin. "Now that
was great," I murmured, and started to take a drop of my come on the tip of
my finger and work it into one of her nipples. She continued to lay there,
her eyes open, probably not sure where this was going.
I continued to love the attention my mother allowed me to give her. There
was no bound to our intimacy any longer. I would wander into the bathroom
whenever she was bathing, sometimes to kneel over the edge of the tub and
massage her tits, and sometimes to let my eyes drift to that dark hair on
her mons that still fascinated me and couldn't keep off my mind. Not only
her pubic hair, but that slightly protuberant belly stimulated my
imagination. Her navel, slightly closed from a bit of underlying padding,
looked like a perfect place to put the tip of my cock, and rub until I
came... What would that belly, rubbing against mine, during passionate
fucking, feel like? She let me look.
It wasn't entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks into this
relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well. No longer,
unless I chose to do so, did I have to relieve the aching pleasure in my
nuts by pulling at my own cock. My mother started doing that for me. One
day, after our regular tit suck session, and after coming while stroking
myself, I just backed up, and stood up. My cock was still hard, of course. I
was bold then. "Mom, Ginny likes to play with it. I'd love to have you play
with it, too". She looked up at me, and then down at my raging hard on, then
after minute of just looking, reached out and brushed the underside of my
shaft with the tips of one hand, starting to slide up and down, then faster,
giving her all, her hand fully in contact, until I shot off. "God, Mom, that
was incredible," I shuddered. I'd finally experienced my mother's touch.
Presently, my thoughts centered on intercourse. I thought about it all the
time. God, what an experience it would be to fuck my mother! A few short
months into this love affair, it turned out my father, was going on a week
long trip. I knew exactly what I wanted, but wasn't sure how to approach my
mother. No point in being subtle. One afternoon after suckling her
passionately, I simply told her "Mom, I think we need to screw." I wasn't
yet comfortable with using the word fuck in front of her, though I hoped one
day I would be. "Really? What are you talking about?," she said. "Well,
after all we've done, I think I'd like for us to pretend you're my wife, and
I'm your husband, while dad's gone for that week trip he's taking." We were
lovers in everything but fucking anyway, and taking my penis into her
wetness wouldn't make it any more wrong. But she put me off. "I don't think
we can do that..." "But Mom..." "It isn't enough that you have Ginny, and
you get to kiss me whenever and I beat you off?" "Well, yeah, I love sucking
you, but I want more..." I wasn't sure where things would lead, and I was
really worried that I'd fucked things up by going too far.
The weeks passed, until the night came when my father was out of town. Each
day had been as before, a mixture of licking and sucking and having her
masturbate me and putting my cock between her tits. I'm sure we both thought
about the conversation we'd had weeks before, and I was hoping that on this
night, the first night we'd be completely free from the danger of my father
walking in on us, I would be inside my sweet mother. She saw the looked in
my eyes when I'd come home from school that day, knew what I was expecting.
And perhaps she was as well, even though we'd not said a word about it
since. That night, after her bath, she abandoned her usual ritual of putting
on a pair of full white panties under her nightgown. Didn't bother to put on
anything at all, before slipping her robe on, which I learned shortly. This
was going to be the night. She came into my room, where I sat with a huge
erection, pants already off. I knew what was happening, instantly. She stood
before me, silently, and dropped her robe to the floor. I sat forward, and
her freshly washed pussy was just a foot from my nose. We gazed into each
other's eyes. Then I reached behind her hips, took her ass cheeks in my
hands, and pulled her closer, firmly, but gently, so close now that the
longest of the dark hairs were now touching my nose. I couldn't stand it. My
tongue slipped out of my mouth, and encountered the flesh of my mother's
labia. I started to kiss, a slow, open mouthed kiss on the beginnings of her
sex.
And then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulders, motioning for me to
stand, and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Okay, darling, you'll be
my husband. I'm yours..." she said as she laid back on her bed, and parted
her legs. This was like a dream for me, couldn't believe she was offering
her entire body to me. But I couldn't stand it, again, and moved quickly to
those parted thighs, for the first time looking into her pussy, lips
slightly out, surrounded by that deeply shaded hair. Yes, yes, I slipped my
tongue into that already damp slot of lust.
I could not believe that I was licking my mom's pussy. The smell, the
feeling, the taste, wetness that I couldn't wait to slide my aching dick
into. I was so hot and excited that I took only enough time to run my tongue
from her hot hole, over her hairy mons, up over that full belly, between her
tits, and then, pausing only for a moment, before sinking my throbbing
erection into the slippery loveliness of her hot gash.
I was so utterly turned on, even by my own chant of "Mom, mom, mom, mom..."
which I'd started to say with every thrust of my cock into her quim.
Finally, after ever increasing moans of passion, I came and spurted what
felt like a gallon of spew into her sweet cunt. "Oh God, I love you, Mom" I
sighed when hew could breath again, still pumping her with the little bit of
stiffness I had left. I never wanted to be outside that lovely pussy again,
I thought.
Later on that night, while I wanted to keep fucking her, my fascination with
the hair between her legs made me try something a little different. The next
hard on I got, I started to rub my cock through the fur on her pussy. And
instead of slipping my dick inside her, I moved up a little, and ended up
rubbing my balls in that patch of hair, an incredible stimulation to my
nuts, so much so that after rubbing them over and over in the silky fur, I
came, came on my mother's belly, which I worked in with my hands after I
finally was able to stop himself from stroking my genitals through the hair,
then rubbing her stomach and cunt with my hand, massaging in my come.
My penis was hers. After letting me caress her, she lifted her head from the
pillow, enough to look down at my crotch and my now only semi rigid member,
still glistening with her juices. She reached down to start to stroke it.
She touched my cock with her hand, and I almost shuddered with her touch,
the anticipation of pleasure, even after all the sex we'd had. She took my
member between her thumb and forefinger, making an O shape, and starting
sliding that ring up and down the shaft, feeling the slipperiness of her own
wetness making the perfect friction, until I came again.
After fucking her as many times as I could, and feeling tired, I lay next to
her as she lay on her back, whispering loving words to her, and gently
moving my hand between her legs as we both fell off to sleep...
I had my dream come true. What boy would not want to come home from school,
knowing that he had a hot mouth and tongue, full breasts with sweet erect
nipples, and a wet loving cunt waiting for him whenever he got there? I'd
walk into the house, again taking my mother's hand and walk with her to my
bedroom, and start to strip her, only now, I didn't have to stop after I'd
unveiled her to the waist. I could continue to peel off whatever she was
wearing below, usually some kind of slacks, and then, most often on my
knees, start rolling the white panties off her full belly, exposing that
patch of hair that I loved so well, until she stood there, nude, and ready
for sex. I'd often start to kiss her pubic hair, smelling the womanly scent
coming from the always moistening labia, and I'd get so excited that I'd
have trouble pulling off my clothes as she lay back on my bed and open her
legs to receive my dick inside of her. I loved that fact that I could,
almost any time I wanted, fill my mother with my liquid lust, and which was
turning into liquid love, to be sure. I wondered if I'd ever find sex as
good as it was with my darling mother.
There were later days when the danger of our sex was too great with my
father around, and on those days we'd excite each other by moments of
flashing each other. I'd take out my stiff cock and let her stroke it a few
times, and when she could, she'd drop her pants so I could look at her
pussy, and sometimes have enough time to let me kiss and lick it...
We did more, too. She didn't want to, but in time, I'd get her to suck my
cock, and I'd lick her asshole, and more, but maybe that's another story...
The End
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