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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike37 Life Goes On mF inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 19 Aug 1996 02:39:31 GMT



LIFE GOES ON: Only a Mother Could Love

By Uncle Mike


     I should have seen it coming when my daughters started to 
complain about Corky.

     Corky, that's my son. He's a husky teenager, friendly, happy, a 
really good kid. But he has Down syndrome, so even though he's 
18 -- an adult in the world's terms -- he's like a younger boy. In 
some ways, like a much younger boy, mentally, trapped in a 
man's body. Sure, it was hard on us at first, when we found out, 
but life goes on, and so does Corky.

     Like a man, he has urges. Like a boy, he has curiosity. I guess 
that's why I wasn't surprised when Paige -- that's my husband's 
girl -- and then Becca, our younger daughter, both came to me 
complaining that they suspected Corky of peeking when they 
were changing or taking a shower.

     Maybe I should have done something then, talked to Corky or 
let Dan do it. But I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, or 
upset Corky. I just told the girls to keep their doors closed. I 
thought that would take care of it.

     But then there was that incident with Amanda.

     She's the seven-year-old daughter of one of the families 
down the street. Like all the kids around here -- well, like just 
about everybody, actually -- she liked Corky and he liked her. 
Sometimes I'd see him playing catch with her and some of her 
friends, or they'd all be waiting for the ice cream truck 
together.

     Then one day -- it was a Tuesday, I remember that clearly -- 
Corky had come home from school and said he was going out to 
the back. I didn't pay much attention; he's much more capable 
than most people with Down syndrome; he can look after 
himself.

     I was baking cookies and I had to slap his hand away when he 
tried to snatch some of the raw dough as he went past. So a 
little while later, when the first batch was done, I put a few on 
a plate and went back to give them to Corky.

     I almost dropped the plate when I saw him with Amanda. He 
was standing next to her, her in  a pale pink jumpsuit with a 
grass stain on the left knee. I can see it even now.

     Corky's jeans and briefs were down around his ankles. His 
penis was sticking out, right about the level of Amanda's mouth. 
Thank God, she hadn't sucked on it. But Corky was guiding her 
little hands to his shaft and she was rubbing it. It looked so 
obscene, his engorged cock waving in that little girl's face. I 
could have screamed.

     Luckily I didn't. In this neighborhood, one shout would have 
brought at least a couple of heads out of windows and then God 
knows what would have happened to Corky.

     I don't know. Maybe it would have been better that way. But 
I'm his mother. I couldn't let anything happen to my son.

     But I couldn't let this happen to Amanda, either. I ran out to 
them, whispering to Corky to pull his pants up. He blushed when 
he saw me.

     Amanda didn't blush; she didn't seem to understand what was 
wrong. I sent Corky into the house while I talked to the little 
girl. I pledged her to secrecy, saying that she shouldn't tell her 
mommy or anyone or else Corky might get into trouble. Maybe 
that was wrong, too, but even if the police could understand, I 
didn't want everyone thinking of my son as the neighborhood 
pervert.

     I stood and watched as Amanda ran back to her house. On the 
way, she called out to two of her friends across the street. They 
were just as young and cute as she was. I think that's when I 
decided what I had to do.

     Corky was in his room with the door locked, sulking. I tried 
tempting him with the cookies, but he wouldn't open up. Luckily, 
we keep an extra key around just in case. I let myself in and 
locked the door behind me.

     I knew Dan wouldn't get home from work for several hours, 
and the girls both had errands to run that should keep them out 
until late. That was good; I would need this time alone with 
Corky.

     He was sitting on the bed, scrunched into one corner. He 
ducked his head to avoid looking at me as I sat beside him.

     "Corky?" I tugged gently at his chin. "Come on, you can talk to 
me."

     "Don't wanna," he said, turning away.

     "Corky, we have to talk. What you did with Amanda ... it isn't 
right."

     "But she said it was OK. I asked her if she wanted to touch it, 
and she said yes. And then she was gonna let me touch her."

     I sucked in my breath. It was as bad as I had feared. "I'm sure 
she did, Corky. But Amanda's too little to know what she was 
doing. She doesn't know what's right and wrong. It's up to you to 
be responsible, not to ask her to do things she shouldn't."

     "But who can I ask," Corky spluttered, turning to face me. 
"The girls my age don't want anything to do with me because I'm 
a dummy!"

     I put my arms around him; he shrugged them off. "But you 
have lots of friends in school, don't you? They don't call you a 
dummy."

     "No, but they won't let me do things with them, either. I know  
'cause I asked one girl and she just laughed."

     "Well, Corky, what you want to do ... it's not something you 
just do for fun. You have to really love someone."

     "I know," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "That's what they 
said in our sex education class. But lots of the other guys do it 
with girls, and they're not married or really in love or anything. 
Besides, I gotta do it. My thing gets hard and, I don't know, I just 
gotta."

     We just sat there in silence for a few minutes. My heart was 
pounding in my ears. I may have always known a day like that 
would come some day, a day when Corky's body would demand 
things that his mind couldn't control. 

     But I couldn't just ignore it, not if I wanted to keep Corky in 
his family, and I desperately wanted to do that. I fought when 
they said he couldn't go to school and I fought when they said he 
couldn't cope with regular classes and I would not accept that 
he could not function in regular society.

     But how could he go on when his hormones were raging and he 
lacked self-control? How could I avoid any more incidents like 
the one with Amanda?

     I knew there was only one way, but while I sat there on the 
bed, in Corky's room with the son I had burped and bathed and 
nurtured through his long childhood, I tried to think of another 
solution. 

     There wasn't any. I lifted my head at last and looked my son 
in the eyes.

     "Corky, I know that your body needs certain things. That's 
natural. Everyone has needs like yours. But you're right, most of 
the girls your age probably don't want to do those things with 
you. And it's wrong to do them with little girls."

     "So what am I gonna do, Mom?" Tears glistened in the corners 
of his eyes.

     "We have to find another way to give your body what it 
wants," I said softly. "And I only know one way to do that."

     I stood up then and stepped back from the bed. My fingers 
were trembling and they fumbled at the buttons of my blouse, 
but at last I got it off. When I looked up, Corky was staring at 
me, mouth half open.

     I have what I guess you'd call a lush body, at least if you 
were polite. At my age you can't expect to be a bathing beauty 
unless you're Raquel Welch, but I have curves in all the right 
places. My breasts are very large, and they heaved against my 
bra as I stood in front of my son.

     "Take your clothes off, too, Corky," I told him as I unzipped 
my slacks and stepped out of them.

     He was almost too shocked to move, I think, but he managed 
to undo the buttons of his shirt while I stepped out of my shoes 
and slipped off my half-socks.

     I would have to help him. I stepped forward and unbuckled his 
belt, tugging his jeans and his briefs down. His cock sprung out 
like it was propelled, fat and long and hard.

     This time I stared. Was I really going to do this?

     "Mom," Corky said in a quiet voice, "would you ... would you 
touch it?"

     I put my hands on his shaft. It was warm. Before I knew what 
was happening, I was rubbing it up and down, sliding my fingers 
all the way over the tip and down. Corky lay back on the bed, 
moaning.

     "Thank you, Mom," he said. "That's what I needed."

     I knelt down beside the bed, my hands still stroking his cock. 
"It's better than what Amanda did, isn't it?" I asked.

     "Yesssss," he gasped.

     "So from now on you'll never ask little girls to do this for 
you, will you?"

     "No, Mom."

     "Just your mother, right?"

     "Yes, Mom."

     "That's good, Corky. Because little girls don't know what you 
need. And you should only do things like this with someone you 
love. You love me, don't you?"

     "Yes, Mom, I do!"

     "And I love you, Corky." As I said that, I bent over his cock. A 
few drops of white goo had oozed out of the tip. I rubbed it down 
over the shaft.

     Then I parted my lips and brought them to his cock.

     Inside my brain, part of me was screaming, "NO! You can't 
suck your own son's dick! You're his mother!" But the rest of me 
knew that Corky needed an outlet for his sexual desires. There 
was no other choice. I would have to be it.

     I took his cock into my mouth. It was years since I had 
sucked a cock, but the familiar taste of cum brought back the 
memories of back seats, secluded picnic spots and empty 
balconies. I slid my lips down Corky's shaft.

     "Ohhhh, Mom, that's wonderful!" he sighed, tangling his 
fingers in my black curls. "I've never felt anything like that!"

     I said nothing, just continued to suck on his dick, rubbing the 
shaft, licking at the sensitive head.

     In a few minutes I felt my son's rod stiffen and grow slightly 
larger. He began to groan, louder and louder, and I knew it 
wouldn't be long. At last he shot his cum into my mouth, a big 
burst that hit the back of my throat. I swallowed his load and 
continued to milk his cock until the last drops were gone.

     "Thank you," Corky whispered as I crawled up on the bed next 
to him and took him in my arms. 

     "You're welcome," I said. I hugged him tightly, trying to 
shield him from all the bad things that the world might have in 
store. He hugged me back, and I kissed him on the forehead. "You 
know I'll always love you you, Corky," I began.

      "And remember, now, and don't ever forget. Whenever you 
have needs, you see me. I may not always be able to help right 
away, but we'll find some time alone as soon as we can. You'll 
remember, won't you?"

     "Yes, Mom," he said with a shy smile. He looked sideways at 
me and I saw a twinkle in his eye.

     "What is it?"

     "Um, well ..."

     "Go ahead, Corky, you can tell me," I urged.

     "Well, I should see you whenever I have needs, right?"

     "Yes?"

     "Well, I think I have them now." He pointed down, giggling.

     I looked. He was right. His cock was standing almost upright 
again. Oh, the vigor of youth, I thought. 

     I got to my knees on the bed and faced my son. With a snap, I 
pulled off my bra, letting my big tits hang down. I'll confess, I 
had some needs myself at that moment. My nipples were 
standing out stiff and hard.

     "Touch my breasts," I told my son. "That's it. Rub them -- no, 
gently, like this." I put my hands on his and showed him how to 
gently tease around the outer edges of my dark aureoles, then 
move in and caress the nipples. I could feel my cunt warm and 
juices flow as Corky massaged my breasts.

     "Now suck on them, Corky. That's it -- no, don't bite, but you 
can nip at them. Yessss. Oh, that's good."

     It was almost too much to take. I bent down and pressed my 
lips to his. At first he held them tightly closed, but I flicked my 
tongue out and he got the idea. Soon our mouths were plastered 
together and our tongues were grappling wildly. I pressed him 
back onto the bed, my heavy breasts rubbing against his smooth, 
boyish chest. Just the touch of his skin against my nipples 
almost sent me into an orgasm. I couldn't wait any longer.

     As fast as I could, I sat back and pulled off my panties, then 
rose and squatted over my son's hard, thick cock.

     He looked up at me, and I saw love and lust in his eyes. He 
licked his lips. "Will this be as good as the other time, Mom?" 

     I laughed. "I hope it's much better, Corky."

     With that, I reached down and took his dick in my hand, 
guiding it to my slit as I lowered myself onto him.

     That instant may have been the last chance I had to redeem 
myself. A tiny voice was still crying inside me. "He's your son! 
You're about to fuck your own son!"

     But by now a chorus was singing, "Do it! Stick that hard cock 
in your cunt! Fuck your son!"

     I did it. Big as Corky's cock was, it slid easily between my 
slick pussy lips. As it slipped in, Corky's eyes got really big. "Oh, 
Mommy, are you going to put all of that in you?"

     "Yes, son," I said in a throaty whisper. "All of your big, hard 
cock is going into your mother's hot, wet cunt. And then I'm 
going to slide up and down on it. And it's going to be the best 
feeling you've ever had."

     As I spoke, I let Corky's shaft into me, inch by inch. It was a 
tight fit, even in my well-used cunt, but he filled me easily. 
When I had finally put it all the way in and I was sitting on his 
crotch, I looked down and saw Corky smiling up at me, eyes 
closed. 

     I began to ride him and he opened his eyes in surprise. "You 
were right! It is the best I've ever had," he said.

     Soon he began to get the idea and started bucking up at me. 
"Yes, Corky," I urged him on. "That's it! Fuck your mother! Fuck 
me good! Oh, God, that's good!"

     "I love you, Mommy!" he shouted as his hips pushed against 
me. 

     I pulled his hands up to my breasts again, mashing them 
together. The bed was creaking underneath us as we pounded 
away.

     Maybe you think I'm a slut or a whore or an evil person, but at 
that moment I knew that what I was doing was exactly right. My 
son's cock was shoved up my cunt and it felt perfect. Sex with 
Dan had been good in the beginning, before it got boring, but this 
was better than anything. 

     Corky's dick felt so good inside me that I didn't want to let it 
go, not even after two orgasms shook every bone in my body. But 
my muscles were becoming too weak to hold me up, so I lay back 
and had him kneel and enter me that way. 

     It wasn't long then before I felt the load building in him 
again. "I think I'm going to shoot again, Mom," he whispered in 
my ear. "I think ... ohhhhhhhh!"

     "Yes," I screamed, my legs wrapping around my son's waist. 
"Yesyesyesyesyes Oh God Yesssss!" A third orgasm! That had 
never happened before. A third orgasm ripped screams from my 
lungs as I felt my son's hot cum fill my cunt.

     When at last Corky slumped onto me, exhausted, I rolled him 
over and licked his cock clean. I smacked my lips at the taste of 
his cum blending with my own secretions.

     We cuddled on the bed for a while. Then I helped him change 
the sheets, which were soaked.

     And now Corky and I fuck almost every day, whenever we can 
sneak a moment -- sometimes just a quick feel on the stairs, or 
a blow-job in the bathroom. So call me a slut or call me evil -- 
but never call me a bad mother.

     


