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Chance (F-m, inc)
by Anonymous - 1994

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I suppose I was alot like most boys growing up. My first sexual
arousal came about when I had a crush on my mother. Not until I was
older did I realize that this was a perfectly normal feeling. Of
course, having a mother who was quite attractive helped the situation
along considerably. The first time I masturbated, I jerked off
thinking about her. 

As time passed, so did my fantasies about my mother, or so I thought.
Mom aged very well and at the age of 61, she was still a beauty. She
was 22 when she had me and time had been good to her. She was 5'5,
weighed about 120 lbs. with medium length blond (dyed) hair. Her eyes
were a deep, haunting hazel color and could pierce right through you
if she so desired. Her breasts were medium in size, but still seemed
pretty firm for a woman her age. Her legs were slim, tanned and very
sexy, probably the best feature she had. 

I hit my 20's and thoughts of having sex with mom were the furthest
thing from my mind. I had a relatively healthy sex life of my own,
bedding a number of women who were about my own age. I was quite
happy, but something kept telling me that there was a missing factor
in my sex life. I found that missing factor when I began working as an
activities director in a senior citizen center.

I enjoyed my work. I had always had an affinity towards older people.
For some reason, I always got along with them. They seemed to enjoy my
company and I had some fun times with people twice as old as I was.
After several weeks on the job, I met a particularly pretty woman who
was in her early 70's. She was quite spry for her age and longed for
the companionship of someone younger and more vibrant than the people
around her. We hit it off immediately. 

I wouldn't call Doris a raving beauty, but she was attractive in her
own way. We became fast friends. I really hadn't thought about her
sexually until we had what I like to call a "defining sexual moment". 

Now I was kind of in-between lovers at the time, and fairly horny
(which I was quite a bit anyway!). I had spent a couple of hours with
Doris and we were having a great time together. She asked if I would
help her put up a picture she had bought in he room. I went with her
to her room and placed the painting on the wall. I had inadvertantly
dropped several nails on the floor and, since I was standing on a
chair, Doris bent down to pick them up. When she did, I got a great
view of her 70 year old tits. I had never seen an old woman's tits
before and I was very turned on. I got a hard on right away and Doris,
spry as she was, didn't miss a beat. She saw my hard on, one thing led
to another and we ended up in bed together having one terrific fuck.

I would go into greater detail, but this story isn't about my fucking
Doris, so I will leave those details for another chapter. The point of
telling you about fucking Doris is that it turned me on to a whole new
sexual world and a brand new sexual pleasure....fucking older women.
It also brought back the fantasy of fucking my mother. In fact, when I
had fucked Doris, I had visions that she was my mother. I felt guilty,
but I couldn't help the feelings. Those feelings grew stronger as time
passed.

In the meantime, I had sex with several older women and each was
extremely pleasureable. Some men like young girls, but I was drawn to
older women. I was drawn to my mother.

My dad passed away when I was 28. Mom dated for while and then she met
a man who was 12 years her senior. He was quite wealthy and mom would
be set for the rest of her life. He was nice and I got along with him
well. They had been married for 11 years and as far as I knew, they
were happy. At least Mom always said that she was. They lived in
Florida and I went down to spend a week with them this past winter. 

I hadn't seen Mom in over a year and when I did, I was amazed at how
good she looked. Money does wonders for people. She was tanned, fit
and as beautiful as ever. I knew that if I ever had the chance to fuck
her, I would in a heartbeat. I never thought I would get that chance,
though and fucking her remained a fantasy.

Ted, my stepfather, loved to play golf and played nearly every other
day since he retired. He went out, as usual, for his regular Wednesday
golf game. I had planned to meet a friend who had moved to Florida
several years ago and who I hadn't seen since he moved. I told Mom I
would be gone most of the day. She kissed me goodbye, and I took off
in my rented car. When I arrived at my friend's house, there was a
note on the door apologizing for his absence, but that he was called
away on an emergency and would call me at Mom's house later that
evening. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to go back to Mom's, get
my golf clubs, and go out and play a round of golf.

I pulled into the driveway at Mom's and saw a van parked there.
"Harvey's Florists" read the sign on the van. I parked the car and
headed for the house. I had a set of keys so that I could come and go
as I pleased while I was there. I heard music coming from the house. I
opened the door and got the shock of my life. It seemed that "Harvey"
was delivering more than flowers! There was my mother, flat on her
back in the middle of the living room, getting fucked by this guy who
wasn't much older than I was. 

My jaw dropped to my feet and I stood there in disbelief. Mom had her
dress hiked all the way up and one tit was hanging out, nipple brown
and hard. "Harvey" had no pants on, his hairy ass pointed right at me
and his dick was deep in Mom's pussy. Mom screamed when she saw me and
"Harvey" jumped up immediately, his dick hard and wet with my mother's
pussy.

"Oh, GOD!" Mom screamed. She pushed Harvey away and slid down her
dress, but not before I caught a good glimpse of her sweet cunt. She
slung her tit back inside of her dress. Harvey grabbed his pants,
slipped them on and muttered something like, "I'd better go." He
slithered out past me through the door, ran to his van and drove off.
I was still in shock as mom gathered herself together, unable to look
me in the face. I felt as if our roles had been reversed. I was now
the father, and she the bad little girl. She got up, turned towards
the bedroom. As she walked away she said, "I'll be back in a few
minutes." She disappeared into the hallway.

My mind was racing thinking about what I had just seen. I was very
aroused at having seen my mother getting fucked there on the floor. I
hadn't seen her nude since I was a kid. My mind wandered back to my
childhood and I recalled with a smile how I used to try and peep
through her door to watch her get undressed. I masturbated many times
thinking about screwing my mother. Now it was almost 30 years later,
and I realized that I still wanted to fuck her. My brain returned to
the moment as I spotted something pink and silky peeking out from
beneath the couch. I knelt down and pulled out mom's panties. They
were wet. I touched them to my face and sniffed. Her scent was
intoxicating. My mother's fresh, wet pussy. My cock hardened as I
clasped her panties tightly.

I heard the water running and knew that she was showering off the
smell of "Harvey". I held her panties as i waited for her, not really
knowing what to say or do. I would play it by ear. I had 2 cigarettes
waiting for her to return. I knew it would be hard for her to face me,
but it was inevitable. I heard her door open. Mom walked into the room
smelling fresh and clean. She had on a white blouse and a pair of tan
shorts which showed off her beautiful legs. Now if you didn't know how
old she was, I swear she could have passed for 50. She sat down across
from me, lit up a cigarette and began to apologize.

"Don't, Mom," I interrupted her. "There's no need to apologize." She
smiled for the first time. Then I could see tears begin to well up in
her eyes. "I want to explain to you why," she replied. Mom went into a
long explanation of how she loved Ted very much but that the hadn't
had sex in a very long time and that she still had a sex drive and
that she would never want to hurt ted and on and on. "Honey," she
pleaded, "Whatever you do, PLEASE don't ever say a word to him about
this. I'll do anything for you if you won't say anything."

When she said that last sentence my mind began to work in overdrive.
Although I had no intention of ever saying a word to Ted, I realized
that this was my chance....probably my last chance to ever fuck my
mother. I worked up the courage to say something. To make that first
move on her. I was nervous as hell. "Really, Mom? ANYTHING?" I
laughed, she laughed. 

"Well, uh, yes, Honey....anything." I'm sure she couldn't imagine that
I would ask for something that was so outrageous that she would have
to refuse me.

"I know what I'd like from you, Mom." My heart was pounding in my
chest.

She cocked her head to the side as she inquired, "What is it?"

"I want you to sleep with me." There! I said it! Now nothing could
ever take it back. No matter what happened, at least I knew that SHE
knew that I wanted to make love with her. I almost didn't even care if
she refused me at that point. I was proud of my courage.

Mom took a deep breath, gave me a strange look and laughed nervously.

"You want me to sleep with you????" she asked, almost as if she wanted
to be sure that was what I said.

"Yes, Mom. I want to sleep with you. I always have. Seeing you just
now only made me want it more than ever before. I saw that guy on top
of you and I was jealous. I wanted it to be me." I was extremely
nervous as I spoke, but once I began I kept on talking. Mom was
totally enchanted by my conversation.

"But, " she interrupted, "First of all, I'm your Mother, for God's
sake! Secondly, what would you want with an old gal like me?" She
waited for a reply. I was ready.

"Mom, just because you are my mother doesn't necessarily mean that we
shouldn't have sex. I mean, lots of societies practice incest on a
regular basis. I don't know how you feel about it, but I think that us
having sex would be the ultimate expression of our love for each
other. I mean, you DO love me, don't you?" I smiled with my best
little boy face.

"Well, of course I love you, Honey."

"Well, I love you, too, Mom. Now, as for an old gal like you, I don't
really think of you as old, but I'm attracted to older women, anyway."
I began to tell her about the affiar I had with Doris and several
other women who were older than mom. She was quite impressed. I had
managed to assuage every fear and opposition she had brought up in
response to my erotic request. I knew she still had some doubts and
understandably so. the time for words, though, was over. It was time
to act.

I stood up and walked towards mom. My dick was solid as a rock and I
knew she could see my hard on. She made no attempt to move back as I
approached her. She looked so beautiful in her shorts and blouse. I
put my arms on her shoulders and gently held them. She said nothing. I
looked her in the eyes. "I love you, Mom," I whispered. Then, I put my
lips on hers and kissed her. It was a short, gentle kiss and I pulled
away. Mom sighed very deeply, whispering back to me, "I love you too,
Honey." I kissed her once again. This time, it was a much deeper kiss.
It became instantly full of passion and intensity. Our lips locked, my
arms extended around her. I pulled her closer to me. I could feel her
breasts pushing against my punding chest. I slipped my tongue into
mom's mouth and she easily allowed me in. I sighed. Mom sighed. We
kissed harder, deeper. Our tongues danced around each other's in a
lover's tango. I rubbed her back with my hand as we kissed. Mom threw
her arms around me and held me tightly, never wanting to let me go. My
hands slipped down her back, still kissing passionately.

If one has never kissed their mother as a lover, than it would be hard
to explain the feelings which raced through my body at that moment.
Suffice it to say that our first real kiss was the most pleasureable,
most memorable kiss of my life. I think she felt the same way. 

We held each other and reluctantly released our lips from each other
in order to catch a breath. Both our hearts were racing. I held Mom by
her shoulders. Our faces were just inches apart.

"Mom, I want you to know that i would never tell Ted about what
happened before....or right now, for that matter! I don't want you to
do this because you think I will keep quiet if you do. I want you to
want to sleep with me."

Mom ran her fingers lovingly across my cheek as she spoke. "I, well, I
um, I just don't know, sweetheart. I mean, I think that it is wrong
for a mother and son to have sex. At least I've always believed it to
be so, but my body tells me differently. When you kissed me, I began
to see you in a whole different light. I won't stand here and lie to
you and tell you that I never thought about it, because I have." She
began to relax as she started to relate a story about when I was
younger. As she went on, we relaxed, sat back and both lit up a
cigarette. Sex would have to wait for a little bit.

She told me how, when I was about 16, she walked by my room one day
and glanced in. The door was slightly ajar. She said that she had come
home a little early and that I was the only one in the house. I didn't
even know she had come in. "You mean, kind of like with "Harvey", huh,
Mom?" we both laughed. "Yeah!, Kind of." Anyway, I was in my room and
she saw a couple of porno magazines lying on my bed. Then she saw me
walk over to the bed. I was nude and my cock was hard and straight. I
sat down with my back to the door, but she could just make out my hand
on my cock as I jerked off. She watched me intently, never letting on
that she had seen me.

"I got very turned on by that. In fact, when your father and I went to
bed that night, we had sex and I imagined that it was you and not him.
I felt very guilty about it for awhile, but found that I would have
those fantasies again and again." She lovingly brushed her hand across
my cheek again. I melted. She continued, "Son, I really don't know if
this is the right thing to do or whether this will work out, but I
guess it's too late to turn back now, isn't it?" She sighed, stood up,
reached for my hand. I grasped her outstretched hand as she led me to
my bedroom. My heart was racing with thoughts of what was about to
take place.

"I must be crazy for doing this, but deep down inside I really want
to." "Me too, Mom. Me, too." We walked silently, holding hands, to the
bedroom. I was both nervous and excited. On the one hand, I couldn't
wait to fuck my mother, but on the other, I was nervous about how I
would perform for her. I wanted to please her in the worst way. I
wanted to do everything right for her and show her how I could love
her. I wasn't quite sure who was going to take charge, but I figured I
might as well play things by ear and see what happened.

We got into the bedroom, which was rather large and comfortable. Mom
walked over to the window and closed the hanging curtains. The room
darkened immediately, but there was enough light to see what was going
on. After all, I wanted to see my mom's beautiful body while I made
love to her, and i wanted her to see mine, too. Whispering in a sweet
tone of voice, she told me to sit down on the bed. I sat on the foot
of the bed, she stood a few feet away from me. She placed her hands on
her hips, as if she were about to lecture me.

"So, my little man wants to have sex with his Mommy, huh?" She smiled
broadly. I shook my head in agreement. I thought that perhaps she had
wanted me to play the litlle boy role and that was fine with me. I
gave her that little devilish look that I always knew she enjoyed. She
always used to tell me that she found it hard to resist giving me what
I had wanted (toys, etc.) when I flashed that look at her. She reached
behind her with her hands and began to fidddle with her bra strap
beneath her shirt. 

"Can I help you, Mommy?" I asked. "Would you, darling?" Before I could
get up she had turned around and moved toward me so that I could undo
the strap without getting up. I slipped my hands beneath her blouse
and felt the soft, but aged skin I had craved to touch for so long.
Mom sighed as my warm hand met her warm skin. I unclasped her bra and
the straps fell to the side. "Scratch my back, Honey, please." I
scratched her back for her. She arched forward as I scratched. "Ooooh,
that feels good!" she sighed. She moved away after a few moments,
turned round again while she slipped her hands beneath her blouse and
wriggled out of her bra. The bra fell to the floor. My mom's perfect
tits were free and waiting for me beneath her blouse. 

She came to me, reached out her arms as I stood up, clasping her
hands. Nothing was said. I was burning with passion. I put my hands
around her waist and drew her to me. Our eyes locked, Our lips met. We
kissed as passionate lovers once more. As we embraced, my hands
slipped beneath Mom's blouse as they weaved a path to her waiting
breasts. I cupped a hand over her breast slowly and carefully. I
wanted to enjoy totally that first touch of Mom's warm, succulent tit.
It was everything i had imagined it to be....and more. I twirled my
fingers around her nipple. It was hard and quite extended. Mom
twitched as I touched her nipple. She let out a soft, erotic moan as I
did. We began to kiss more desperately as I felt her tit. First one,
then the other. The passion was fast overtaking us both. I held on to
her breasts as we fell softly and purposefully to the waiting bed.

Once on the bed, we continued kissing, touching, embracing. I slipped
my leg between Mom's and rubbed my knee up against her pussy. We were
at once perfect lovers. I felt that whatever we did or tried would be
perfect. Sex for the first time with someone is always wonderful, but
when you are fucking your own mother you must multiply the pleasure
ten-fold.

No words were needed as we explored our bodies in a new and wonderful
way. I thought to myself how wonderful this was...my mother....my
lover. In between hugging, touching and kissing we managed to wriggle
our clothes off little by little. I throughly enjoyed each new vision
of my mother's naked body. First, her blouse came off and I saw those
wonderful tits. Those tits I had longed to suck on and fondle for so
long. They were perfect tits! Mom had such big, hard, brown nipples. I
sucked on one, then the other. She cradled me in her arms as I sucked
her, coddling me, brushing my hair with her tender hand. I felt like a
child again, suckling on my mother's breast, only this time I had an
incredible hard on and I knew that soon I would be fucking this
wonderful woman.

"Ummmm," she softly sighed as I sucked away like a madman on her sweet
tit, "You sure know how to arouse your old mother, darling!" I sucked
harder, wilder. I could have easily lost control of myself, and often
that afternoon, I did, but I tried like hell to keep my composure. It
was hard...and so was my dick. 

Mom lifted my shirt over my head and rubbed my chest. She felt my
nipples and flicked her fingers over them. I touched her tender body
with my fingers as I found my way down her stomach to her shorts. She
lay back as i undid the difficult button. Difficult because my hands
were shaking with excitement. Mom lifted her legs as I slid off her
shorts. She was down to her panites now. I gazed at her beautiful
legs, following them from her ankles to her panties. i touched her
thigh as she lay there, allowing me to do as I pleased. I looked up to
her satisfied face and spoke softly, "Mom, you're the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen." She laughed, knowing that I really didn't
believe that, but I really did.

I could see Mom's hairy pussy hiding behind her off-white, silk
panties, which were wet with desire for her son. "Take my panties off,
baby. Take Mommy's panties off." I did so. First, I clasped my hands
around her ass and squeezed. Her ass felt so good in my hands. Mom had
a pretty nice looking ass for a woman her age. She had very little
cellulite anywhere. I admired her body as I slowly grasped the edges
of her panties. I wanted to savor every single second now. I wanted
Mom's pussy to reveal itself slowly as I slid off those wet panties.
Mom was watching me, but i was focused on her sweet cunt. Finally,
they slipped off. I saw Mom's wonderfully hairy cunt up close and
personal. I could see the sweet pinkness of her hole and her clit. Oh,
her clit! It was big, red and totally sexy. I stared at her for
several seconds. Mom watched and waited.

"Can i touch your pussy, mommy?" I asked her, that devilish grin
returning to my face. I was her little boy again and I enjoyed the
role. She obviously did, too, for she played right along. it was very
erotic for both of us. 

"Have you been a good boy, son? You know, Mommy's pussy wants you to
touch it, but you must be a good boy to do so."

"Oh, yes, Mommy. I've been very good! Can I touch it now? Please?"

"well, all right then. Go ahead. But you be careful now, do you hear?
I'm going to sit back and watch you because Mommy has to keep an eye
on you." She lay back, head propped up on a pillow as she spread her
legs, drawing them up around her knees. her pussy was spread for me.
Wet and pink, momm's pussy waited for my touch. I licked my lips as my
fingers headed for the ultimate prize. My cock was aching. I still had
on my underwear, but I was intent upon my current goal. Too invloved
to worry about my cock.

I touched her wetness with one finger. I rubbed her clit and she
moaned, breathing deeply as i did. "Like this, Mommy? Am I doing it
right?" I asked. "Yes. yes," she sputtered out. "Rub it harder, baby.
Rub Mommy's pussy harder and faster." I rubbed, touched and stared
lovingly at my mother's hot, wet, wonderful cunt. I positioned myself
between her gorgeous legs, the bottom half of my body off of the bed.
Mom groaned as I begin to finger her more intently. First one finger
then two entered her precious cunt. Mom was moaning deeply now and I
knew she was about to cum. I couldn't believe that I was about to make
my mother cum! It was an incredible feeling. 

As she started breathing deeper and getting ready to cum, she grasped
my head with her two hands and pulled me to her cunt. My face was
right there on her pussy as my tongue began to explore my mother for
the first time. I licked her sweet clit and danced over it in perfect
rhythm to the beat of her yearning body. Mom arched her body up as I
licked her clit and had the most wonderful orgasm. I flicked my tongue
inside her pink pussy and Mom let out a huge sigh as she came. I could
taste Mom's erotic cum. "I finally made ot to heaven," I thought
silently to myself.

I kept licking Mom's cunt for a few minutes, but then she pushed me
away. "Whhhheeew! Let Mommy catch her breath, Darling!" she groaned
lovingly. "Come. Come lay next to Mommy here, my sweet baby. And take
those pants off." she motioned to my wet underwear.

She watched me slip down my underwear and saw my cock for the first
time in many years. "Oh, my!", she cooed, "That looks sooooooooo
nice!" she smiled as she stared at my hard cock. "It's all yours,
Mommy." I whimpered as I slipped up next to her on the bed. We cuddled
together as Mom felt the hardness of my cock pressed against her body.
Mom turned to me, looked at me with such love in her eyes that I
nearly cried with the passion I was feeling at that moment, then she
said, "You know, I have been waiting for this for so very long. I
really do want to make love with you, my sweet angel." "Oh, Mom!" I
sighed deeply. "You can't imagine how much I love you at this moment.
I want to be so deep inside of you that I become a part of you."

"Oh, God, Baby! You make me so damn crazy!" She wrapped her arms
around me and hugged me so tightly. We kissed. It was a mad, wild,
passionate kiss. Deep and erotic. I was totally in love with my Mother
and she with me. She reached her hand down, rubbing my body as she
traveled down my torso until she reached my throbbing cock. She
clasped her hand around the shaft and slid her loving fingers up and
down. She drove me wild! She reached down, grabbed my balls and held
them. At that moment, I don't think I would have cared much if she
squeezed them as tightly as she could, because this was my mother
holding my balls and she could do whatever she wanted. "You've got a
wonderful cock, darling," she spoke softly into my ear as she
continued to jerk me off. "I want you inside of me."

She withdrew her hand as I slid atop of her. My arms braced my body as
I lay over her. I was about to put my cock inside her when she stopped
me. "Let me do it." She asked. She grasped my cock with knowing
fingers and guided the head of my rod over her clit. she rubbed my
cock over her clit rhythmically. She wriggled around as she did,
moaning, sighing, calling out my name. Her breathing got faster as she
came with enormous pleasure. She let out a deep sigh as she proceeded
to slip my cock inside of her.

That first sensation of my cock slipping into my mother's creamy cunt
is one I shall never forget. I'd waited a lifetime to fuck my mother
and now I was actually doing it. The countless times I had jerked off
to visions of this moment. The many nights I lay awake over the years
thinking of what pleasure it would be to make love to my mother. It
was all happening now. 

I thust my cock deep inside her. I could feel the warm wetness of her
cunt, wrapping around my throbbing member. Mom began to quiver as i
fucked her. She moaned deeper and deeper with each new thrust. we were
lovers made for one another. I didn't want to keep my eyes close as we
fucked, I wanted to watch her every movement. I wanted to watch her
beautiful tits flop back and forth as we fucked. I wanted to watch her
face fill with pleasure as I made her cum. I slipped my hands beneath
her and grabbed hold of her ass as i lunged back and forth within her.
I was beyond passion. "Mommy! Mommy! " I called out. "Yes, baby! YES!"
she managed to reply. Our fucking went on. We were totally
encapsulated, totally in love. I couldn't keep myself from cumming
very long, and Mom realized this so she wasn't at all displeased when
I got ready to explode.

"It's okay, baby! Cum inside your mother! I want to feel you inside of
me." she nearly pleaded with me. With that I let it go. I exploded
within her every drop of cum in my body. It was the most incredible
orgasm I've ever had. I was shaking when i finished and collapsed over
my waiting mother. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight,
keeping my cock inside her. "oohhhh," she moaned, "My baby! My
wonderful little man!" She held me, caressing me tenderly. Holding one
another, we rolled over, my cock still inside my mother. We lay there,
emotionally and physically spent. Mom ran her fingers through my hair
while I lay my head against her wonderful tit. "You know what, honey?"
She said softly to me. "What, Mom." "You're a pretty good fuck!"
