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Mother's Masturbator (Fm, inc)
by Anon NixPixer - 1994

*******

     I must confess that I have always fantasized about my mother. 
Freud says that we all do, but with me, it was more overt than 
normal, I think.  She generally has always stayed in great shape 
by running and exercising, and has a great body naturally.  I 
would often see her come home from exercising, wearing short 
shorts and a t-shirt, and wonder what she was like in bed, and 
frequently had masturbatory fantasies about her.  My wife looks 
very much like my mother did when she was younger, and I often 
pretend to myself that, when I am making love to my wife, that I 
am fucking my mother.

     When I was in high school, my dad was working evenings, so if 
I didn't go out, we were generally the only ones at home.  This 
was no big deal, as most afternoons I had basketball practice, and 
was out most evenings, either at my part-time job at a grocery 
store, or partying with friends.

    Once, when I came home from school, she was in the back yard, 
sunning herself.  She didn't hear me approach, and I stood and 
watched her for a long time.  She was wearing a white bikini, and 
had pulled the back up into the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as 
much tan line as possible.  From behind her, I could see wisps of 
pubic hair out the side of the suit, gliding up to her round ass.  
The straps of the bikini top were untied, as she was facing down, 
and appeared to be asleep.  She stirred as I approached her from 
the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her 
large, round breasts.

     "Oh, Bobby," she said, "I didn't know that you were home 
already."  Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top 
securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still 
hung out of the bikini top.  She got up, grabbed her towel, and 
headed toward the back door.  "I have dinner in the oven," she 
explained, "so I thought I might take in some sun."  In her haste 
to cover her top half, she had neglected to pull the bottoms out 
of her ass, so I couldn't help but stare as it swayed back and 
forth with each slow step that she took in front of me.  I 
realized that I had a raging hard-on, and took care to keep her 
from noticing.

     When we got into the house, she excused herself to change out 
of her bikini, while I went to my room to put away my books.  As I 
passed the master bedroom on my way back down the hall, I noticed 
that the door was slightly ajar, and paused.  Looking inside, I 
could see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly.  As 
she took the top off, she paused, fondling her breasts.  Her 
delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together.  She then 
brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several 
times before pinching each nipple, one at a time.  I saw her mouth 
form an "Oh!" as she continued to massage them.

     Slowly, her hands glided down over her flat stomach, 
massaging it as they went along, riding smoothly over the remnants 
of suntan oil that was still on her body.  As her left hand 
remained on her stomach, her right continued into her swim suit 
bottom, to her pussy.  I could see that she had made contact with 
her cunt, as she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and 
then pinched her eyes closed.  She continued to massage her pussy 
beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the 
bottoms.  Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down, past her 
thighs.  Her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the light 
entering her window.  Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was 
parted far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with her 
juices.  As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the 
bed, more readily within my view.  Lifting her knees and bringing 
her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to allow 
her fingers ready access to her cunt.  She very delicately 
caressed the area around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her 
fiery lips with her fingers, and shuddering each time that she 
did.  Gradually moving toward the center of her cunt, she expertly 
spread her cuntal lips, massaging them up and down with her first 
and third fingers.  Occasionally, she allowed the second finger to 
caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as 
she emitted a throaty moan.

     Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get 
her sun tan oil, and, in the process, moved out of my line of 
sight.  Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the 
details around her, I opened the door a little bit further, so 
that I would be able to see the entire room.  The squeek that the 
door made caught her attention briefly, as she looked up blankly, 
but didn't seem to see me.  Going back to her oil, she popped the 
top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to 
torso, and began to massage it in.  Her entire body now glistened 
before me as she writhed on her bed, covering her entire body with 
oil.  Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back 
between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt, 
grazing her anus with another.  After massaging both holes for 
some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while 
simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt.  Her oil-covered tits 
swayed, as she maintained her balance with her left hand on the 
headboard while her right had its way with her.  She moaned 
excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her 
intensity.  Her hand was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her 
hips bucked in time with her fingers.  Her huge breasts were now 
bouncing violently as her body rocked up and down, back and forth.  
Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud.  
I'm sure that I could have entered the room unnoticed at this 
time, but I didn't.  I continued to watch her until she slumped, 
motionless to the bed, and left for the livingroom to turn on the 
television, so that I could pretend that I had been watching it 
the whole time.

     After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen, rattling 
pans, getting ready for dinner.  She called me in shortly 
thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat.  Mom was wearing a 
t-shirt and shorts, and I couldn't help but think about how she 
looked without them on.  It wasn't until she got under the light 
at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that she wasn't 
wearing a bra.  Her nipples showed clearly through in that light, 
and I stared at them the entire time I helped her set the table.

     Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we exchanged 
the typical small-talk throughout.  She asked about school and 
work, and I provided the usual, boring answers.  When she got up 
from the table to get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the 
sides of her running shorts were unbuttoned all the way up, 
revealing even more of her long, bronze, smooth legs as she 
walked.  When she bent over to reach into the refrigerator, she 
seemed to purposefully bend at the waist, lifting the rear flap on 
her shorts.  She clearly was not wearing panties beneath these 
shorts, and I could see the better part of her round, fleshy left 
cheek.  I was getting harder by the second, and it was difficult 
to keep from staring at her body throughout the rest of the meal.

     I helped her clean up the dishes, and my horniness subsided 
for the time being.  I went to my room to study for a while, and 
had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she 
knocked on my door.  When she came in, I could see that she still 
hadn't buttoned up the side of her shorts.  When she sat down on 
my bed and crossed her legs, I could see her lovely, tan leg all 
the way to her hip, and she knew it.

     "I'm tight from my work-out today," she began.  "Would you 
mind giving me a massage?"  I could see where this was going, and 
immediately got a raging hard-on just thinking about it.  I told 
her I wouldn't mind doing that for her, and approached her on the 
bed.  Sitting down behind her, I began to massage her shoulders 
through her t-shirt, eventually gliding one side down off of her 
shoulder.  Her skin was smooth and dark, with no tan line, due to 
her subathing with her top down.  As I massaged, she rolled her 
head from side to side.  "Mmmmmmmm...that feels great," she 
purred, "just let me get this off, OK?".  She reached down and 
removed her t-shirt so that I could access both of her shoulders 
and her back.  Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from 
working out.  I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and 
she continued to moan in cumfort.  Gradually, I reached around her 
sides, and, as she raised her arms slightly to allow me greater 
access, reached around and began to massage the sides of her 
breasts.  "Oh, yessssss," she whispered, "that's very nice."  Her 
back began to arch as I cupped her breasts, much as I had see her 
do only hours before.  Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my 
hands, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I continued to 
stroke them.  She leaned back against me as I began to concentrate 
on her nipples, lying her head back against my shoulders.  Again, 
simulating what she had showed me before, I pinched her nipples, 
lightly at first, and one at a time, gradually squeezing tighter 
and simultaneously.  Her back continued to arch against me as I 
enslaved her tits, and I soon turned her around to face me, giving 
her a deep, wet kiss, a kiss like I had never shared before.  Her 
mouth was white hot as our lips met.  We began by just barely 
touching our lips together, simultaneously teasing each others' 
mouths.  Her hot breath on my face had me near an internal nuclear 
explosion, and she knew it.  When our tongues met, they gently 
encircled one another, each occasionally retreating to the sactity 
of its own mouth, only to return for more.

     As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got full 
view of her wonderful body.  As she lay back on my bed, she slowly 
spread her legs, affording me a glorious view of her beautiful 
pussy.  Though my cock was aching to enter that cavern of delight, 
I could not help but go down for a better look, which was, of 
course, exactly what she wanted.  Her neatly trimmed brown bush 
was even more beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when 
my warm breath met it.  Though she was still wearing her shorts, I 
was in no hurry to remove them.  Sliding the crotch to the side, I 
could feel that she was soaking wet with desire.  I continued to 
massage her upper thighs, gradually moving my hands up, around her 
pussy, being very careful not to touch her lips.  By this time, 
her hands were wrapped around the bed posts, her eyes were 
clenched shut, and her hips were bucking like the finest rodeo 
bull.  When my fingers finally reached her cuntal lips she began 
to cry out in passion.  "Oh, God, fuck me, Bobby!  Please fuck me 
hard!"  I moved my face full into her awaiting box, sending my 
tongue deep into her cave while sucking her clit for all it was 
worth.  I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips, repeatedly 
driving my tongue in as deep as possible, and continued to suck 
all of the nectar that I could get.  Suddenly she began a 
different motion: a shuddering vibration that was as violent as it 
was wonderful.  When her love juices came flooding out, they 
covered the lower half of my face, and soaked what little dry area 
her shorts had left.  I then climbed back up to face her, and she 
began to greatfully lick her cum off of my face...