## Seducing Mom with Kisses

"I'd really like to give you something extra special for your 18th

birthday," said Mom, as we stood in the kitchen in the early evening, "but

I don't know what."

Well, I could think of something extra special that I would like to have

my mother give me, but I wasn't foolish enough to say it. For years, ever

since I had begun to have the slightest inkling of what sex was, I had had

a tremendous craving for Mom's big luscious body. Thousands of times I had

fucked her and licked her and fondled and kissed every part of her anatomy

in my fantasies, spilling gallons of cum through ardent masturbation.

Now I won't lie to you--Mom was not the kind of woman who would

immediately cause any man's cock to give a jump. Her hair had begun to

turn gray prematurely, and now at 45 she was quite gray haired. Her skin,

however, was still quite smooth, and her complexion was a creamy peach.

She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into. She was rather tall,

about 5 foot 7, and she was definitely on the plump side. She did not have

sensational tits or trim ankles or a sexily outthrust derriere. She did

certainly have adequate breasts, and her ass was pleasingly broad, and her

legs were shapely, even if they were generously full, especially in the

thighs. She wore rather short house dresses, in the mode of the day, and

tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always crossed her

legs, and her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her thighs

and ass. She was well-proportioned in a large, comfortable way, though

with a bit of a belly. But to me--ah, to me, she was the ultimate object of beauty and desire.

"Eighteen is such a special birthday. You should have something that you

really want a lot," Mom continued.

"Well, Mom, what I really want a lot is a big hug and kiss from my favorite Mom."

Mom laughed. "Oh, you can have that anytime," she said.

"Yes, but now that I will become a man, I want a real adult kiss. You

know, not just a mommy kiss, but a woman kiss."

"Well, most mommies do tend to be women," Mom said playfully.

"Yes, and my Mommy is a woman I would sure love to get a real woman kiss

from. You know what I mean."

"Hmm. I'm not too sure about that idea."

"Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me something I

really wanted a lot. I guess you didn't actually mean it."

"Now wait a minute!" Mom protested. "Of course I meant it. Uh--you are

just joking, aren't you--about the kiss, I mean."

"No, Mom, I definitely am not joking. What I would really like most is a

big honest-to-goodness adult kiss from my beautiful mother." Of course,

that was only the minimum sexual favor that I really wanted from my

beautiful mother, but--hey, you gotta start somewhere.

Mom sort of giggled in an embarrassed way. "Aw, come on, honey. Stop teasing."

"I'm not teasing, Mom, but I see that you really don't care enough to go

that far, so just forget it. Get me some socks and underwear or something,

something that just costs money."

"Honey, you are really being hard on me. Really I do want to make this

birthday special." She touched my cheek. "Now do you honestly mean all

this stuff about an adult kiss?"

"All this stuff! Mom, I consider a real kiss from my Mom as more than just stuff!"

She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from here. We did kid

around a lot, and I knew that she still wasn't sure whether I was serious.

"Look, Mom," I said, taking her hand, "I'm just coming into manhood. In

another few weeks I'll be out of high school, and God knows where I'll be

in a couple more years. Is it asking too much to want just one real

heartfelt kiss from the woman who has always meant more to me than anyone else in the world?"

Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. "And that's what you really

want? Honestly?" "I couldn't be more sincere, Mom. That's what I want."

Mom's embarrassment returned. "Well, when did you want this--uh--gift?"

(My birthday was less than a week away.)

I smiled at Mom. "Well, we could practice up a little bit right now--just

so you'll know exactly how I want it, you know."

"Oho!" Mom laughed, blushing prettily. 'I think maybe you're trying to

get more than just one."

"Aw, Mom, I wouldn't pull a trick like that. It's just that I haven't had

any experience myself in this way, and probably it will take you a while

to get used to the idea of kissing me in an adult way. You do want to do

it just the way I really want it, don't you?"

Mom laughed again. She was being a really good sport about the whole

thing. I didn't know whether anything at all would come of this, but I was

having fun talking to her in this surprising new way. "Pretty slick," Mom

said, "but I guess I let myself in for it." She looked at me for a moment

and then said, "All right, big boy. Let's do it."

She stepped up close to me and I wrapped my arms around her. She put her

warm, soft arms around my neck. She lifted her face to me and closed her

eyes as I brought my lips down to meet hers. The kiss was warm and sweet,

but Mom kept her lips tightly closed and a little stiff.

"Well, how was that?" She started to step back, but I held her close.

"It was really sweet, Mom, but I think it was still more of a mommy kiss.

I think that you could do a lot better if you just relaxed and made it

softer and longer. Could we try another one?"

"How did I get myself into this?" Mom muttered. Then she sort of shrugged

as if to say "Oh well, what the hell?" and raised her mouth to mine again.

This time Mom's lips were much softer and more relaxed, slightly parted.

Her warm, soft body was pressed tightly against mine, and my cock, which

had been rising for some time, pushed against her lower belly. God, she

must feel it! I certainly felt the swell of her tits against my chest.

This time the kiss went on and on. Mom seemed to be determined to prove

that she was really trying and wanted to make me break the kiss before she

would. Well, I wasn't about to break it! My heart was pounding, and my

head felt feverish with excitement and pleasure. I had kissed a few girls,

but God! those kisses were nothing like this!

Finally Mom pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly, it seemed to me. She

was breathing hard, as was I. "Whew! Now that had to be adult enough for

you, wasn't it?" "Oh God, yes, Mom! One more should really do it."

I pulled her back tight against me, though she struggled feebly and

protested laughingly, moving her head around to keep me from consummating

the kiss. "No fair! Cheat! Cheat!" she cried, but she was laughing gaily

as she said it. Then she relaxed again, pushed her delectable body against

mine once more, and replaced her soft arms around my neck."Oh all right,

greedy Gus." And she gave me another nice soft kiss. She pulled away

sooner this time, however, but it seemed that she didn't really want to.

She was blushing and laughing in an embarrassed way.

Later that evening I caught her alone in the kitchen, grabbed her a bit

roughly and planted another big kiss on her mouth. She struggled a bit at

first, but then relaxed and kissed me back with soft, parted lips. She

wouldn't prolong it as long as I wanted to, but she looked at me tenderly

and said, "Good night, lover boy."

The next afternoon as I came in from school I approached her more

politely. "Just one more practice kiss?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I can trust you when you say 'just one,'" Mom said,

smiling, but she came into my arms for a nice soft kiss that lasted a long

time. The feel of her warm arms around my neck, her tits against my chest,

and her belly against my hard cock was overwhelming.

Finally Mom pulled her head back, but kept her arms around my neck.

"These kisses are getting pretty serious," she said.

"Serious? I think they're a lot of fun. Don't you?"

Mom looked at me for a long moment, then answered, "Yes, honey, they are

a lot of fun. I haven't been kissed like this since my honeymoon." Then

she put her lips back on mine.

This kiss actually turned into a series of kisses, getting softer and

wetter and more passionate as we progressed. I think that it must have

been a full five minutes that we smooched and nuzzled in a very warm,

loving way, in a very very adult-style indeed, really real woman kisses. I

began to be afraid that my engorged cock was going to go off in my pants.

God! How could she not feel it so hard against her and actually twitching

and throbbing? I was in sheer heaven except for that one fear. I don't

know what I would have done if I had orgasmed. But then I noticed that Mom

was sort of trembling too now and almost panting.

Finally Mom pushed me very decisively back. "I think that's enough

practice for one day," she said. "We don't want to wear out our lips

before your birthday even gets here."

"Thanks a lot, Mom. I don't know if I can wait until then for some more, though."

Mom just laughed in that embarrassed way and began to start preparations

for supper. Soon the rest of the family was around, and there was no more

chance for play that evening.

The next day I came in at about the same time and found Mom working alone

in the kitchen. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist, my

hips against her big broad ass. I began kissing her neck and cheek. She

sort of giggled and shook her head. "Here's that wild kisser again!" she exclaimed.

She kept working as I continued to hold her, stealing a kiss on the cheek

or neck from time to time. She didn't try to stop me at all. Again my

telltale cock was standing at fervent attention, now poking into her ass

crack. Finally I started nibbling on one of her ears. "Ooh! That tickles!"

Mom cried. She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. She

lifted her lips willingly to mine. " I guess you need more practice," she murmured.

And practice we did, very warmly, very lovingly for several minutes. Then

we heard someone else coming and had to break apart hurriedly. I quickly

sat down to hide my erection from my sister, who entered the room. The

rest of the evening was too busy again for any further contact. My father,

younger sister and younger brother were too much in evidence.

The next day offered no real opportunities at all except for a quick kiss

good-bye and hello. Feeling very frustrated and horny, I hung around

hoping that somehow we would get a little time alone. At first I thought

that Mom was completely oblivious to my desires, but once she looked at me

with a sort of amused expression and winked. I knew then that she

commiserated with me at least, and I hoped that she felt a bit of longing herself.

The next evening the rest of the family all went to bed at the regular

time and Mom stayed up reading a book that she said she wanted to finish.

I always stayed up later than anyone else, so this gave me a golden opportunity.

After I was sure that the others were all settled down for the night, I

approached Mom where she was sitting on the end of the sofa. I sat down on

the arm, twisted around to face Mom, and leaned forward to kiss her. This

time we didn't say a word. Mom leaned her head against the back of the

sofa and let me go ahead with the kisses. She had her eyes closed, but

looking down, I could see, down inside her blouse, the tops of her nice

soft breasts. I put my arm down around her, brushing across one tit as I

did so. Mom jumped a bit at this, but we continued to kiss warmly.

As the necking continued, getting more and more fervent, I wound up

practically sitting on her lap. Our mouths were opened farther and

farther. Finally I actually felt Mom's tongue and was quick to respond.

Soon our tongues were happily playing together, and the saliva was flowing

freely. Our mouths and chins were getting very wet. I began feeling a bit

too bold at this point, gradually working a hand closer and closer to

Mom's tit. I thought that she was aware of what I was doing, and maybe she

was, but I made the mistake of acting too soon, deliberately grasping a

generous handful of soft breast.

Mom immediately reacted by shoving me off, struggling to her feet and

saying that she had to get to bed. I stammered an apology, but she ignored

it and headed upstairs, leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness and

wondering whether I had screwed up the whole relationship. I didn't sleep

very much that night.

The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mom greeted me warmly in

the morning, even giving me a kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot

better. I tried to apologize again about the night before, but she put her

fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly again. I went off to school

with a much lighter heart, and even managed to stay awake through all my

classes. That night after supper, however, I was so sleepy that I fell

asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up, everyone else was in bed--except Mom.

Mom was sitting beside the dining room table, where she apparently had

been writing letters. Now she was turned aside from the table and her legs

were crossed, her skirt hiked well up, and one delightful full thigh could

be seen all the way to her ass. I lay there on the sofa gazing through the

double doors at the entrancing sight. Finally I got up and approached Mom.

She smiled at me warmly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, sleepy head."

I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward for a kiss. Mom

responded as warmly as ever, and I moved closer as kiss followed kiss. I

was actually leaning against the thigh that she had up across her other

leg. Now I swear that I did not deliberately push her skirt higher, but

our movements as I put my arms around her waist had that effect. There was

an awful lot of bare leg there, very smooth and very soft. The kisses

quickly moved on to the deep variety as on the previous night, and Mom

seemed especially passionate in the way she nibbled at my lips and licked

and traded saliva with me.

Finally we paused for breath, and she laughingly wiped both our mouths

with her handkerchief. She had made no move to pull down her skirt, which

was now at a shockingly risque level. I guess I hadn't learned my lesson

from the night before, because I impulsively bent my head to kiss Mom's

bare knee. She put one hand on the top of my head, but she made no effort

to push me away. Rather it seemed like encouragement. Thrilled to the

core, I began to kiss her thigh, gradually moving higher. The skin was so

delightfully smooth, soft but firm. I moved my right hand down to her

thigh and continued to kiss it. Soon my hand was well up her leg--in fact,

grasping her ass cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost

licking right up to her very high hemline, and in fact pushing that

hemline even higher. I was in heaven! Those thighs had been the source of

many hours of fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I could

have stared forever at the glorious beauty. To kiss them had seemed an

incredible dream. And now.....

"Honey," Mom said softly, taking my face in both hands and lifting it up,

"tomorrow is your birthday, the big day. I think we'd better stop for now.

Somehow I'll see that you get that gift you want so much. But right now it's bedtime."

I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm kiss good night. I

went to sleep with the feel of those soft thighs in my head, and I had the

most delightful wet dream I ever had.

At last the big day came. It was Saturday, and of course the whole family

was home. We never made a very big deal about birthdays in my family. We

had a cake for me at lunch time, and I got a couple minor gifts. But I was

a bit depressed, because I couldn't figure out how I would ever get Mom

alone. I needn't have worried.

I found out that Mom had talked Dad into taking the family to a movie

that afternoon. I don't remember what the movie was, but it was a big one

that everyone wanted to see. Actually I had already seen it, and owing to

my status as the oldest boy still at home (I have three older brothers), I

seldom went places with the family anyway. Mom was supposed to go,

however. But at the last minute she told Dad that she didn't really feel

very well, and she thought she had better stay home. She urged him to go

ahead, though, and to take my brother and sister. Then I saw her give Dad

some extra money (Mom usually controlled the finances) and told him to

take the kids out for supper afterward, since she didn't feel up to

cooking a meal.

Mom stood at the window and watched the car disappear. Then she turned to

me and gave me a kiss and said that she would be back down in a little

while. Then she went upstairs. I didn't know what to do. I thought that

Mom had set up the whole thing for us to be alone together, but I wasn't

sure. Maybe she was really feeling bad. On the other hand, maybe she was

expecting me to come upstairs and join her in her bedroom. I thought--God!

I thought all kinds of things. I thought that Mom was actually ready to be

fucked, but what if I guessed wrong? I sure as hell didn't want to lose

what I had gained. I got a Coke and sat down at the kitchen table, trying

to figure out what to do.

I was so wrapped up in my dilemma that I didn't hear her coming, but

suddenly I looked up and there she was. Mom was wearing a knee-length

cotton robe of a fairly thin fabric, the kind that used to be called (for

some reason) a duster. As she passed in front of the window, I thought

that I could see through it enough to tell that there was no other garment

underneath. Then Mom was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly

in the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me tenderly, very gently,

and murmured, "Happy birthday, my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you."

Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her hips. She stuck

her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips. I responded in

kind. "Mmm, you taste good," Mom murmured softly.

We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down to caress Mom's

bare knees and then gradually moved them up her bare thighs under the

duster. She made no attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead

the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my goal and

discovered, as I had hoped, that she was wearing no panties. I gently

squeezed and caressed her smooth ass cheeks, then gradually worked one

hand around to the front and brushed the crispy hair at her crotch.

Then she was fumbling at the front of her duster, and in a moment it fell

open completely. She took my head and pulled it against her soft, full

breasts. I nuzzled into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness.

Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard nipple into my mouth.

Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her ass and pussy. She

spread her legs wider, presenting her mound freely to me. I rubbed the

moist swollen lips of her cunt, then thrust a finger tentatively inside.

Mom pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther inside. I began

finger fucking her, as she responded with her belly, humping her pussy

against my hand. More and more frantically she jerked and pushed, bucking

her hips to get more and more friction on her clit. Then she was moaning

and gasping as she came beautifully, murmuring, "Oh God, honey! Oh God!

Oooohhh! Honey, honey, honey!" Her cunt had become very wet and I felt the

vaginal muscles twitching and grasping.

After a few minutes of hard breathing, Mom finally said in a sort of

thick voice, "But I'm supposed to be giving you the gift. Come on, honey.

Take your dear old mother up to your room and fuck her. Isn't that the

gift you really want?"

"You bet that's what I want! That's the greatest gift anyone could

possibly get!" I exclaimed. We hurried up the stairs. I lifted up the tail

of Mom's duster so that I could watch her ass as we went, and she giggled delightedly.

In my room I wasted no time yanking that duster off her body, even

tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid. Then Mom was just as eagerly helping

me to strip off my shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all

undressed except for my jockey shorts. "Let me do it." She knelt before me

and slowly pulled the shorts down, watching as they stretched to the limit

to slide over the end of my hard cock. As my inspired rod leaped free, Mom

laughed out loud and cried, "Whee! There it is at last! Ooohh! What a

beauty! Now I can do more than just feel it poking into me when we're

kissing." She laughed delightedly as she took my cock in her hands and

kissed the tip of it, nibbling a bit at the head.

Then she jumped onto my bed and spread her legs wide. "Here I am, honey!"

she cried gaily. "Come and get it while it's hot--and it sure is hot for you, honey!"

Well, I sure didn't need any more invitation than that! But I did stand

there just a moment to let my eyes rejoice at that fantastic sight. There

was my big beautiful Mom, her nice big tits with their dark nipples

standing up hard and long, her full legs with those smooth white thighs

spread far apart, her swelling belly curving into her delectable mound,

covered with an abundance of dark brown hair, through which the swollen

lips of her gaping pussy were peeping, welcoming my cock to come inside.

Then I was upon her. My mother's eager fingers took hold of my cock and

guided it to the hairy portal of her wet love passage. "Come on, honey,"

Mom urged. "Push that beautiful big dick into your Mommy's hungry pussy!

Push it all the way in!"

I slowly pushed, and my cock sank down that slippery way inch by inch

until my balls were right against Mom's ass. Her cunt was amazingly hot

inside. God, it felt good! For a moment I just lay there savoring the

situation. I actually had my dick (as Mom always called it) deep in my own

mother's juicy pussy. The impossible dream of all my adolescent years had

somehow miraculously come true. "Oh God, Mom!" I whispered hoarsely. "I

love you! OH GOD, how I LOVE YOU!" I was just overwhelmed by an enormous

feeling of gratitude and love for this dear, dear woman who was now giving

me the ultimate gift that any mother could give to her son.

"Ooohhh, honey, I love you too! Go ahead and show me how much you love

me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck your Mommy!"

I knew that I wouldn't last long if I just turned loose, but my wet dream

of the night before helped me to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mom

slowly, pulling way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in. I

could feel every inch of Mom's sweet love canal as I moved in and out of

her. I put my mouth on hers, and we kissed passionately like the lovers we

had become, not mommy kisses--and yet I never felt more like her son than

then, when I was fucking her for the first time. This was my lover, my

sweetheart, but most of all--my MOM!

Mom moved her hips in exact response to my slow fucking, pulling back as

I pulled out and lifting her cunt to meet me as I shoved my cock in. She

began to make strange noises with her mouth, sort of a humming and

murmuring into my mouth, almost like purring. I found myself replying to

this with repeated sounds of pleasure: "Mmmm!" It just felt so damned good

to be inside this wonderful big woman!

Gradually we began to pick up the tempo and the forcefulness. When I

pushed back in, I would do it a little harder and sort of bore my cock in

harder at the bottom. Mom's hips and ass reciprocated in perfect unison. I

don't know how I held out so long. My cock felt on fire the whole time,

with a tremendous prickly sensation. One of my hands now had a big handful

of her big firm ass, while the other was squeezing on a soft tit. Mom had

both her hands on my ass, sort of guiding my motions.

Finally we both seemed to feel at the same time that it was time for the

stretch drive. I began to thrust into her hard and fast, and Mom's belly

leaped up to meet me. Suddenly she cried out in my ear, "Oh fuck me,

honey! Fuck me hard now! Give it to me, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Oooohh--FUCK!!"

I began to ram into her furiously, slamming her ass down into the bed,

but she bounced right back up for each new thrust, humping her ass for all

she was worth. I was really pounding it to her and she was taking

everything I had and asking for more. The bed was really taking a beating.

There was a "squish--squish" sound as my cock pistoned into her sopping

wet pussy. My balls were slapping against her ass on each plunge. She had

her knees way up, opening herself to the fullest for my big prick.

I felt the heat in my cock build even more, and I knew I was going to

come. "Mom," I panted, "I'm about to come!"

Mom sort of screamed at this and her ass just went crazy, leaping and

bucking like mad. God! I would never have believed that her beautiful big

hips could move that fast! My cock finally just boiled over, and I began

spurting my hot juice into Mom's hot cunt. Mom gave a long, sustained,

muffled scream into my mouth, and suddenly she stiffened up. Her whole big

body, trembling violently, arched up off the bed, lifting us both into

the air. For long moments she hung there shuddering, her pussy muscles

churning and grasping at my emptying cock, as we climaxed gloriously together.

Then she collapsed under me and we both lay there exhausted, panting into

each other's open mouth. Mom was just sprawled out wide open, her legs

totally relaxed in a wide spread, her tits spread out on her chest, her

lips very loosely open under mine. I lay completely on top of her, just as

thoroughly relaxed, my cock, still mostly hard, buried in her overflowing

pussy. I knew that the bed had a growing pool of our cum under Mom's ass.

From time to time a little ripple, sort of an aftershock, would run

through Mom's pussy.

As I slowly came back to my senses, I felt the overwhelming impact of

what we had just done. Never would life be the same again. Never would our

relationship be that sort of kidding friendship that we had enjoyed. No,

something wonderfully new had replaced it. My mother, my own beloved Mom,

had given her body to me, had willingly taken my penis into her vagina,

had fucked me with joyous abandon! My fantasies of such an event had been

great, but to have them come true, true beyond my wildest imagination--ah,

God, what a stupendous miracle!

I began to stroke Mom's big beautiful body again, and she stirred under

me. "Oh, honey!" she finally whispered. "Oh, honey! That was absolutely

the best fuck I ever had in my whole life! Wow! Did I ever come! Oh,

honey, you made your mother feel so--so goddamned good!" She shuddered

again as she said this, and her cunt gripped my cock again. I had never

heard my mother swear before, but I understood. This was something so

totally different from everything in her life before that it just demanded

a stronger means of expression.

"Oh, Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the most wonderful

thing that could ever happen to me! Oh, Mom, I just can't begin to tell

you how much I love you! I'm just overflowing with love for my wonderful,

wonderful Mom!"

Mom laughed happily beneath me, her body shaking. "I noticed that. We

both overflowed all over your bed." Somehow this struck both of us as just

being hilarious, since we were bubbling with happiness anyway. We laughed

uproariously together. Our laughter shook her pussy and my cock, which

began to get harder again. "Ah well, that's OK. We can clean it up and

maybe plan for it next time--and the next time--and the next."

We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our love, and wondering

about how it had developed in this way. "I knew when we kissed that first

time, that you really wanted to fuck me," Mom said. "And when I let those

kisses continue, I knew that I wanted to fuck you. And you know, I don't

feel guilty at all. I love you more than anyone else in the world, more

than the other children, even more than your father, and I really wanted

to show you my love in this way."

"You know, Mom, it's funny in a way, but I love you much more now as a

mother than ever before. Sure, you've got a great body, and if you don't

mind my saying it, you're a tremendous piece of ass, but most of all I

think of you as the most loving mother a guy could have."

We were caressing and kissing as we talked, and soon we found ourselves

back in action again. This time Mom rolled me over and got on top. God,

she was a gorgeous sight as she rose and fell on my cock! She gave me

another magnificent fuck. We got up and ate a snack, then hurried back to

bed for another quick fuck before the family returned.

From that time on, Mom was my constant lover. She created all kinds of

ways for us to have time alone so that we could fuck and suck. And many

times a day we would exchange pats and squeezes and fondles in secret. We

did some pretty daring things at times when we got carried away by our

emotions, but we never got caught.

I stayed in town to go to the local college, got a good job, and

eventually even got married--to a girl who was as like Mom as possible.

Through it all, we kept our love life going strong, until Mom was well

into her 60s. Gradually we ended the physical side of our relationship by

mutual consent, but we were always the closest of lovers until she finally

died. I miss her a lot, but she left me with some wonderful memories.

I have read some of the stories on the Net about sons who humiliate and

degrade their mothers, and they make me very sad. There cannot possibly be

any bond stronger than that between a mother and her son. And if that bond

can develop into a deep sexual love as well, it is far and away the

sweetest and the most exciting kind of love possible. I love my wife very

much, but there is no way that I can feel as deeply about her as I did

about the woman who gave me life, and gave me love, and gave me her

wonderful body so freely and so devotedly. I consider myself to be the

most fortunate of men to have had that greatest love for so many years.