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The date will be forever stamped on my memory.

It was July 17th, no, now that I think about it really was July 18th because it happened after midnight.

So on July 18th my life changed forever and, as far as I am concerned, for the better!

My name is Ainsley and I am now 19 years old. I had just turned eighteen when it happened. I’m an inch under six feet and play a lot of sports. I am a good student but not a jock and I enjoy working out so I have a good physique. I am considered good-looking by girls. I seemed to have inherited, from my maternal grandfather, a more than fair share of Irish blarney and am able to talk most people into doing what I want, especially if they are female.

I’d slept with six girls and one woman up to that point. The woman was a neighbour and my second lover. I suppose Myra Tinkwell was as old as my mother which, at the time, seemed ancient. She’d asked me to help her clear her attic as they were going to sell the house. It was stifling hot and dusty and I’d taken everything off except my boxer shorts. After staring at my sweaty body she said that it was a good idea and stripped down to her panties. She had not been wearing a bra. Myra was plump but sexy. I will not go into details but she seduced me and we had great sex. Until they moved I visited her two or three times a week. It was Myra who taught me what women liked and how to curb my urges and make sure my partner was fully satisfied before taking my own pleasure. I and the girls I have slept with after her will be eternally grateful for her tuition.

Back to that fateful day.

I was on vacation and staying at home with my parents prior to going to college.

On the evening of the 17th I’d been out with my then girlfriend Barbara. We went to the lake and started making out. I’d not had sex for nearly a week and was as horny as a goat. She kept me at arms’ length as she told me that it was the wrong time of the month. I had to use all my charms to get her to give me a hand-job after she’d refused to give me a blow-job. It was very unlike her. She did the business rather mechanically and it was clear that her mind was on other things so, after a very ordinary cum, I asked her what was wrong. At first she said that nothing was then, after I continued pressing her, she said that she’d been thinking hard about us and felt that I only wanted her for sex and, when I went off to college, she knew that I would find someone new. It was as if she’d read my mind so of course I protested that she was wrong but women have that special kind of intuition and she knew that she was right so we had a row and I dropped her off and came home.

Both my parents were out but not together. Of late they had been at each other’s throats and one or the other would storm out after a fierce row and not come home for hours. In my father’s case it was days rather than hours. They both drunk a lot and home was not a great place to be when they were in their cups and slagging each other off. I tried hard to keep out of the way spending most of the day out with my friends and not coming home till late.

I was glad that they were out. I made myself a sandwich, poured myself some milk and took them to my room. Being July it was still hot so I left the door partly open to get some air circulating. My father doesn’t believe in air-conditioning. I surfed the web for a while but felt drained by the earlier argument so turned in early. As soon as my head touched the pillow I fell asleep.

My next recollection is waking up in the dark and finding a hot and sweaty body plastered against mine. I sleep naked. A hand was grasping my cock, which was fully erect, and squeezing it. A haze of alcoholic fumes made me cough as the hot body rolled on top of mine. I felt the hand guiding my cock between spread legs before it immediately became surrounded by moist heat. I was still half-asleep but realised that the body was female and that my cock was now ensconced deep into a very wet but tight pussy. It had happened so quickly that I just lay there not believing that it was happening. Not being quite awake it felt like a fantastic dream. A cascade of wet, slobbery kisses rained on my neck and face as the wet pussy flowed around my cock, contracting then loosening, again and again. Firm, large breasts were crushed against my chest and I could feel the hardness of the twin nipples. I heard my assailant mutter drunken words about having it been such a long time and then I made out a word that finally brought me fully awake.

The word was Ralph, which is my father’s name!

She sat up causing my cock to dig even deeper inside the damp warmth of vaginal flesh. My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light by then. I lifted my head up so that I could study the female who had started to lift herself up and down my cock in the most wonderful way. My suspicions proved to be correct I was being shagged by my mother!

My head fell back onto the pillow and I lay there shocked out of my skull and trying to figure out what to do. Meanwhile the slimy sex was going up and down massaging my cock in the best way and instinctively my hips were pushing up making sure that it went all the way inside till the head banged against the spongy cervix.

I realised that my mother was drunk and that she believed that she was in her own bed and was making love to my father. Because they had been arguing so much it was reasonable to assume that it had been some time since they’d made love which exclaimed her enthusiasm.

As she hurled herself up and down, with her large breasts flopping around vigorously, her eyes were tightly closed so it was certain that she had no idea that it was her son and not her husband she was shagging.

I had to make a quick decision. If I stopped her shagging me and made her aware of her mistake it might be highly traumatic on the other hand if I didn’t would I be able to live with knowing that I had sex with my mother?

Those and others thoughts went through my mind in rapid succession but my body knew exactly what to do. My hands had instinctively grasped her firm, dangling breasts and were using them to help her hurl herself up and down my rampant cock like a manic jockey. Faster and faster she bounced. Each time my knob banged against her cervix she grunted loudly and twisted her pelvis so that it felt as if her sex was corkscrewing around my cock. A stray though flashed through my befuddled mind. I was glad that Barbara had given me a hand-job earlier that evening because the pussy was wringing my cock as if wanting to detach it from my body and I would have lost control and spunked too early. Suddenly my mother went rigid and a piercing scream of ecstasy echoed around the room. Her sex grasped my cock like a vice and my loins were suddenly showered by warm, sticky liquid as she climaxed. Her body seemed to be shaking as if she was riding a rollercoaster and I could hear her gasping for breath. None of the females I’d had sex with had orgasmed as hard as my mother did that night.

I am sure that if I had not been holding her up, by grasping her large breasts tightly, she would have fallen off because her orgasm lasted a long time. My cock was gripped so hard that, even if I’d wanted to, I would have been unable to move it. Then, like a balloon deflating, her body went all floppy and she collapsed on top of me like a dead weight. She didn’t move and I realised that she was out for the count when she began gently snoring. My rigid cock was still wedged all the way inside her very liquid sex and, after that sensational workout, I needed to come urgently.

I realised that what had happened had been an accident but, even as I thought about what I was contemplating doing, I knew that it was a sin, a taboo hardly ever spoken about, but reason had flown out of the window and had been replaced by raw lust.

Gently, so has not to wake her, I turned us around so that she was now lying on her back with me on top with my cock still firmly sheathed inside her now-sloppy sex. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing gently through her open mouth. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I lifted up my torso and used my arms to suspend my body over hers so that the only point where we touched was where my cock was wedged deep inside her vagina. Taking my time and savouring every nuance I began to fuck my mother. Each thrust made her heavy breasts loll from side to side. She showed no signs of waking up so I speeded up my thrusts, ramming my cock as deep as it would go, again and again. I was in seventh heaven. Even though she wasn’t reciprocating the kinkiness of what I was doing made up for that and I didn’t last long. My cock swelled and I shot a wad of sperm deep into my mother’s cunt. It was one of the best cum I’d ever experienced. I kept my deflating cock wedged deep inside her, savouring the moment, until it flopped out. I rolled to one side and lay next to her, regaining my breath and contemplating what I’d done. In a way I felt guilty but my conscience was easily placated out by the sheer ecstasy of what I’d experienced.

Taking a chance I turned on the bedside lamp. She showed no signs of waking up. I now examined the woman who had given me life, in great detail. She was magnificent even in her dishevelled state.
My friends had always called her a hot mum and had even used MILF to describe her. I’d even had a fight with one of them when he made crude remarks about her but I’d never thought of her in a sexual way before.

She is 5’8” tall and what could be called stacked. I know her bra size because I’d seen the tag in one of them, it was 36EE. She has a small waist and broad hips and a bubble butt that she thinks is too big but which sends my friends into rapture. She has long shapely legs and small feet. She is a natural redhead with very white skin and golden freckles. She has large green eyes and a very full mouth. This is what I was studying that night as she lay there nakedly exposed to my scrutiny. Her legs were parted and I could see her puffy sex, framed by an abundance of red curls, gaping open allowing my sperm to ooze out and trickle into the deep crack between her buttocks. Her large breasts were firm enough so that they did not flop sideways. The nipples were very red and very large. It is no wonder that my cock soon was fully erect again and taking the lead by urging me to steer it to the wonderland between my mother’s legs.

At no point, at the time, did I feel that I was compounding a terrible sin. I rationalised that it had already happened twice so a third time would make no difference.

I turned off the light, just in case she suddenly woke up, and moved her around till she was on her front, with her bottom hoisted up in the air and her head resting on a pillow. I waited a moment, to make sure she was not waking up, and then I stood next to the bed. Keeping my eyes firmly on the target and, grasping her hips, I slithered my cock all the way inside her sloppy sex until my knob banged against her cervix and my pelvis flattened her elastic buttocks. That initial thrust forced wads of my sperm, blended with her juices, to ooze out and trickle down the inside of her thighs and also coating my balls in the process. I spread her buttocks, so that I could see better, and revealed another wonder. Above the place where my cock was buried inside her, with her sex-lips holding the base like an elastic band, was a rosebud which seemed to be winking at me. Each time I thrust my cock inward it opened, for a moment, and then closed again. It made me think of a mouth begging. It was so sexy that I forgot about keeping it gentle and started ramming my cock in and out as hard and as fast as I could. I could see her dangling breasts flopping from side to side as the power of my thrusts rippled through her body. Fortunately she was out for the count. I was grunting like some brutish animal as I rammed my cock into my mother’s helpless sex, again and again. At some point I felt something give and my cock penetrated even deeper inside her so that I could feel a kind of fleshy ring grasping my shaft just behind my knob. Later I worked out that I’d actually penetrated her womb.

It is no wonder that I could not control myself for long and I blasted what remained of my sperm deep into her body. With my legs shaking and my body covered in sweat I stayed glued to her bottom until my cock flopped out. I was exhausted and all I wanted was go back to sleep but realised I had to do something to cover up what had happened.

I went into the bathroom and got one of Mum’s face-flannel and some warm water then washed her all over. I opened her sex and tried to scoop out as much of my sperm as I could. Somehow I got her to her feet and walked her to her room. She kind of woke up and muttered something indistinguishable when I lay her on the bed and pulled the covers over her naked body. On my way back to my room I noticed her panties in the corridor and a bit further her bra. I followed the trail downstairs and collected her clothes, which she must have dropped on the carpet as she weaved her way up the stairs, and folded them before putting them on a chair next to her bed.

I knew that I needed a shower but I was too exhausted and flopped into bed and into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I woke up late next morning and the room reeked of sex. The bottom sheet was caked with sex juices. After holding it to my nose and inhaling the fragrant scent of my Mom’s sex I stuffed the dirty bedclothes into the laundry hamper and made the bed with clean sheets before I took a quick shower. As the water cascaded down my body my mind went over what had happened during the night and I got a raging erection. I stroked it a couple of times but decided to ease off. I got dressed then went downstairs. I was surprised to find my mother in the kitchen, in her dressing gown, sitting at the table nursing a cup of black coffee. She looked terrible. I was apprehensive but she just grunted when I bid her good morning. She complained about her hangover and asked where my father was. Thinking on my feet I replied that he must have gone out early even though I knew that he had not come home. Thinking about it if he’d had probably nothing would have happened. She looked at me puzzled but didn’t say anything. I got myself some breakfast and sat down. She looked so miserable that I slid my chair next to hers and put my arm round her shoulder. She sighed and leant against me. Her hair was damp and she smelled fresh so I knew that she’d had a shower and, silently, I prayed that I’d done a good job removing my semen from her sex earlier that morning, I asked what was wrong. At first she claimed nothing was wrong but then it all came out.

I already knew that she was twenty and my father was twenty four when they got married. She looked shyly into my eyes and told me that she’d been five months pregnant when they did. I could see that she was worried about this disclosure but I told her that I knew because I’d seen the marriage certificate and my birth certificate and it did not need a genius to work out the time span between the two. I told her that I thought it was rather cool to be a love child. She nearly smiled but went on with her sad tale. After my birth they decided not to have anymore children until they were established. My father joined a manufacturing company and slowly made his way up the ladder and now is a vice president in charge of purchases. My mother went back to college and got a degree then, with a friend, started a travel agency. They were extremely successful and two years ago had sold it to a larger company and now she had enough money never to have to work again and enough to pay my college fees and other expenses.

She was bored doing nothing but the usual things bored women did, charity work, coffee mornings, tennis and gossiping. We have a maid who comes in everyday who does most of the housework. About a year ago her hormones suddenly kicked in and the urge to have another baby grew and grew till it became almost an obsession. She was only thirty seven so there was no problem about conceiving. When she talked to my father about having another baby he kept putting her off, keeping her dangling by using excuses about his workload and other spurious reasons. That is when they started growing apart. She still hoped to change his mind until the day she had to go into his study, to find a paper relating to the insurance on the house. Inadvertently she came across, tucked away amongst other papers, a document showing that my father recently had a vasectomy. He’d had it done when he was supposed to be overseas on business.

The shit hit the fan!

She was crying, as she spoke, and I was stroking her shoulder in sympathy.

When confronted my father snarled that he did not want nappies and crying babies, in the middle of the night, at his age. When my mother pointed out that I had been a very good baby and he’d never had to change a nappy or get up in the middle of the night beside which they now could afford to have a nanny he blew up and said that his mind was made up and nothing would change it. My mother said that she was considering divorcing him and that she reckoned that he had another woman tucked away somewhere.

She asked me how I’d read the situation and I replied that it had been like living in a war zone and I’d just kept my head down hoping that neither one would try to get me on their side but now I was glad that she’d trusted me enough to tell me what was going on.

As she’d been talking about having another baby my mind flashed back to last night when I’d blasted two loads of potent sperm deep into her womb. Because of the vasectomy there was no way it could be blamed on my father if she should become pregnant. I started sweating, as I considered the implications, fortunately my mother was too distressed to notice.

Having unburdened herself my mother cheered up and asked the question I’d been dreading. She asked what had happened when she got home as everything was a blur. I was shitting myself but was saved by Rosita’s, the maid, arrival. Noticing my mother’s red eyes, from crying, she immediately began to fuss over her and I made a hasty exit.

I went to my room grabbed some things and, shouting that I’d be back in the evening, I hurried out before questions could be asked. I spent the day with friends but always, in the back of my mind, was the nagging thought that I would have to come up with something to tell my Mom.

I was still unsure of how I was going to wriggle out of the deep hole I’d dug for myself when I entered the house around seven that evening.

My Mom was on the phone. She was dressed in a dark blue, power suit that showed off her lush figure without being trashy, grey hose and high heels. Her face was perfectly made-up and her hair gleamed with golden highlights. She looked a million dollars. She finished her call and said that she would order pizzas as it was late. Then came the moment I dreaded. She asked me to sit down so we could have a talk.

I was quaking inside and suddenly needed to go to the bathroom urgently. I did and stayed in there in ordinarily long in a vain effort to delay my doom. She called out asking if everything was okay so I had to come out and sat in an armchair and she sat opposite me. I felt as if I was six again waiting to be told off for some misdemeanour.

When she started speaking she really surprised me. She said that she’d decided to divorce my father and had started proceedings. She had met my father for lunch and they had agreed to have a no-blame divorce and that she would buy his half of the house. She also found out that she’d been right, he was having an affair with a woman from his office and that he had been thinking about moving out which had been one of the main reasons for not wanting another baby. She asked me how I felt about them divorcing and I told her that I felt it was for the best but that I would keep in touch with my father and did not intend to take sides. She hugged me and said that it was the right decision. The pizzas arrived and, as we ate, she outlined some plans she’d made for the future. She did not refer to the previous night. She hugged me hard before going to bed.

I visited my father and met his new lady and was surprised just how plain she was compared to my glamorous mother. She did not seem too bright but, as I watched her, I realised what the attraction was. She obviously adored my father and couldn’t seem to do enough for him. At home things settled down and I had a great summer. My mother was busy looking for some business to get her teeth into and use up her formidable energies.

I only had three more weeks before having to leave for college when the shit hit the fan!

My Mom was in the living room looking angry when I got home. She told me to sit down and then held her hand out, showing me something. At first I was puzzled then I realised what I was looking at.

It was a pregnancy test!

She snarled that she was pregnant and what did I know about it. Of course I denied knowing anything about it. She referred back to that fateful night and said that something must have happened as she’d found herself naked in bed with her clothes neatly folded on a chair when she’d woken up and she had a vague recollection of being helped. I tried to convince her that I had only helped her to the bed. She screamed at me that I was insinuating that she’d been screwed by someone when she was out but she remembered everything that had happened before she was driven back to the house by her girlfriend and, at no time, had she even talked to a man. My mother is a forceful lady and soon had me confessing. Stumbling over the words I gave her an edited version of the events leaving out that I’d screwed her twice more after the initial event.

She looked hard at me and, by some miracle of self-control, I managed to stare back at her as if I was telling her the whole truth. She then asked me why I had not pushed her off me when I’d discovered her identity. I tried to convince her that she could hardly blame a young man in the grip of teenage hormones to have the presence of mind to do such a thing when he was enjoying the best sex ever.

She was no longer angry and she started sobbing and begging my pardon for having forced me to commit incest. Hoping that I’d escaped my deserved fate I took her in my arms and told her how much I loved her and that I did not blame her at all and that it had been the best moment in my entire life. She took some time to calm down and then voiced her real worry. What she was going to do about being pregnant?

Remembering the reason for my parent’s break-up I suggested that she have the baby she’d been wanting so ardently. She was quiet for a long time and then said that it would come out who the father was. I told her that everyone would assume it was my father’s and that he wouldn’t say anything because he wouldn’t want any scandal to affect his new relationship and he would assume that she’d been with another man. She said that she would think about it but she was too emotionally exhausted to make a decision right then.

I made her a strong drink and a sandwich, which she didn’t eat, and was as solicitous as I could be. She went to bed early leaving me thinking about what a shit I was.

The next day she was bright and breezy and said that she had given it a lot of thoughts and had decided that she would have the baby and she thanked me for being so supportive. That evening we went out to a fancy restaurant and she couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful it was going to be to have a baby in the house. By the time we got back we were both very merry. She poured herself a drink then put some music on and insisted that I dance with her. Having that lush body moulded itself against mine, with her large warm breasts squashed against my chest and her lower belly against my crotch, led to the inevitable result. I desperately wanted to pull away before she felt my erection rubbing against her sex. It just wouldn’t be right then (or any other time, for that matter) for her to feel my arousal after the trauma of the past few days. She didn’t seem to mind so we continued dancing but it was more like dry humping. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her eyes were closed and she was humming to the music.

My cock throbbed constantly against her lower tummy and eventually she pulled her head back and her eyes locked onto mine. She said that she’d not thanked me properly for having given her the best present ever and making her the happiest woman in the world. Suddenly our lips met. It began as a chaste kiss but, within seconds, became a full blown French-kiss fuelling uncontrollable passion. Clothing began flying in all directions as we undressed each other and, in almost no time, we were both naked. Somehow we made our way to the couch and she slumped down on her back with her legs spread wide open.

Her entire sex was exposed; a confection of coral hued lips and a deeper pink sheath and I saw the outer lips fold inward under the force of my cock’s entry. At the same time it seemed to free the nub of her clitoris which poked out as if curious to know what was going on. I knelt on the floor and shuttled forward. She shrieked with pleasure as my cock slithered like a well-oiled piston into the hot maw of her sex and rubbed against her love button as it did so. It felt even better than that fateful night. It was awesome. The power of that first thrust forced her buttocks to roll under and her legs to fly up in the air while her large breasts bounced from side to side like buoys in a stormy sea.

I was so excited that my fucking was wild and un-rhythmic. It was as if I’d forgotten everything that Myra Tinkwell had taught me. I pounded my nine-inch cock all the way inside my mother’s sex until the knob banged against her cervix, again and again. My hands were digging into the firm white flesh of her buttocks. My flame-haired mother’s mouth was wide open gasping for air as I massaged her quivering breasts. Her muscular buttocks were undulating lasciviously in rhythm with in and out shuttle of my cock into her fiery sex. A sensation of absolute power gripped me as I fucked my mother with all the power of my young body. I gripped her hips and levered my body forward, using my weight to plunge the last inch of my cock into her body. I felt the fleshy sheath grasp it like a velvet fist. My mother spread her quivering thighs even wider as her body writhed and undulated uncontrollably. She groaned loudly in abandoned lust. The moist folds of her vagina gripped me so tightly that, at time, I had trouble stroking my cock in and out. Her beautiful face was distorted with passion and little cries of ecstasy escaped from between her clenched-teeth. Her long legs gripped my hips as tightly as a wrestling hold as I thrust my rampant cock into her repeatedly.

I was smoking-hot that evening seeming able to fuck her as hard as I could without having to control any urge to ejaculate. Nothing else existed in the world, at that moment: no sin, no father, no baby, no difference in age, no mother and son, nothing but a need to make that woman mine forever by fucking her better than she’d ever been fucked. She seemed gripped by the same madness as me. She writhed, twisted and contorted her body as she pulled her legs back to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, offering herself completely and spurring me to greater efforts with the heels of her feet beating a tattoo on my buttocks.

I could hardly believe that my mother was by far the best fuck I’d ever experienced. My own mother!

Who would have believed that my mother was the ultimate fuck!

Her sex was gripping my cock like a hungry mouth seeming to suck on my knob as if to pull it back inside her at the beginning of each stroke. It felt as if it was urging me to shoot a massive load of sperm deep in inside it. I was driven to pound her even faster and harder. Knowing that she was going to give birth to my baby was a powerful aphrodisiac. I loved her more than life itself.

The intensity of the coupling could not last. I drew back, one last time, and then slammed my cock back inside her wonderful pussy as hard as I could and I believe that I screamed as my searing sperm blasted out into the furthest reach of her cunt. The gut-wrenching ejaculation caused my body to jerk forward and lift her bottom off the couch so that she was suspended with only her shoulders resting on the seat of the couch. I ejaculated long and hard; longer and harder than I’d ever come in my life and if my mother had not already been pregnant she surely would have been impregnated then. She must have come, at the same time as I did, because her screams of ecstasy joined with my groans of pleasure.

Slowly we wound down from the most intense coupling possible. We were hugging each other tightly, clinging as though never wanting the moment to end. As our breathing normalised we kissed, the first real kiss between two people who really loved each other more than anybody else in the world. Eventually we made it upstairs and it seemed the most natural thing in the world that we shared her bed.

That night was the turning point. I changed college, enrolling at our local one, so that I could be with her. My mother got her divorce and my father married his girlfriend. My mother gave birth to a girl and we’ve named her Elizabetha and she is adorable. Of course, as far as outsiders know, she is my sister and we will bring her up as such until the time we move. Cathleen (I can’t keep calling her Mom can I?) is so over the moon with Elizabetha that she wants more children and the only way that can happen is if we move somewhere where nobody knows us.