Part 02
Explorations, Examinations and Explanations
It was great to heard Mom's history while observing at her. She was laid on her stomach, propped up on both elbows so I could watch her almost naked body. The rolled down bikini panties exposed an inch of her ass crack and it was eye-popping. I invited Mom to go to water and when she grabbed the bikini top I suggested she go topless. After a kick look around to check if we were alone she stood up bare breasted and holding my hand we headed to the salty cold water.
When we were with the water by our waist level I couldn't resist and holding her by the waist I brought her body against mine. She answered by placing both hands around my neck and we exchange a kiss, her small hard tits poking my chest. When I tried to lower her bikini panties she objected saying that would be very embarrassing if someone saw her naked there. Back on the sand Mom stretched the towel out under the sun.
"Mom, it just my feeling or you and Sis have some sort of friction?"
"No, it is not just a feeling, in fact we faced some problems when you were in United States."
"What kind of problem?" I insisted.
"Her husband, back then her fiancé, caught me with another man in a parking lot."
"And...?"
"For sure he spilled out the story to her. Once she told me she was going to spend a weekend out with him. I suggested that it wasn't proper. I said she was on the verge of getting married and they could wait a little bit more to be by themselves. She answered in an unsuspected angry tone saying that I should better take care of my own life than meddle with other's life. When I said that she doesn't have the right to talk to her mother in such way she got more pissed and almost shouted that I was the last person she would expect to talk about that kind of subject."
"A married woman that is found kissing a man in a parking lot doesn't have moral authority to reproach other people, your sister continued to rant. Besides she was going out with her fiancé and not with another man. It wasn't difficult to put the things together: I was dating a man and we met in a bar faraway enough (at least we believed) to give satisfactory coverage. After talking for some time we went back to his car and drove to a motel. Against my will my friend started kissing me and probably her husband saw us."
After a long stay on the sands we decided that was time to go back home and fix the lunch. And Mom gave me another great surprise: in the back of the house, at the kitchen's outside wall there was a water reservoir on the top of four eleven foot tall concrete columns. It was used to store water since the city system wasn't good enough to provide safe supply water for that far and the new development. At the base of the columns the builder had built a shower to avoid people stepping in the house with the beach sand in their feet.
To provide some privacy they had built walls on both sides of the lower part of the columns. There was no door since the view from the back was obstructed by the garage and the two guest rooms built in the back of property. The area between the main house and the back complex was supposed to have had a swimming pool which was never put built. To my delight Mom removed the bikini and gave me a full exhibit of her naked body while she took a long shower.
After I did the same we met in the kitchen to work on our lunch. We talked all the time and to me it was hard to restrain my excitement. It was not because she was wearing sexy clothes, as a matter of fact it was the opposite: she wore an old and large man's shirt coming down to her mid-thighs and a cutoff underneath. But after seeing her semi-nude at the beach and deliciously naked during her showering, my batteries were fully charged again.
After we finished with dish-washing I asked: "What are you doing now?"
"I'm thinking in rest a little. And how's about you?"
"Nothing, I don't have any plans. Do you mind if I join you." Mom smiled and agreed. Once again I quickly close all doors and windows and rushed to her room. With the windows closed the room was in a cozy semi-darkness. Mom came out of the bathroom and readily removed the shirt and cutoffs remaining only in panties. I was still in my shorts but promptly I got rid of them. In silence we hug each other and I could feel the subtle scent of Mom's body lotion. We start kissing and I removed her panties leaving Mom stark naked.
We hugged each other and she put her mouth close to my ear and whispered: "I want to ask you something..." Her voice unmistakably denoted she was bashful in what was to come next . . .
"What is it?"
"I want you to kiss... the way you kissed me the last night...I love being kissed...all over." And I started again the pilgrimage over her body, starting from her mouth and going down unhurriedly. The silence in the darken room was broken only by her moans that were growing in intensity as much as my mouth headed down her body. When I in the course of things reached her belly button, she was almost howling. Eventually I reached her sex pot and like in the morning it was over flood with her thick vaginal secretions. While I licked and sucked the throbbing clitoris I inserted a finger into her slit, finger fucking mom's vaginal channel.
After I had it lubricated I moved the finger down touching her back entrance. My finger slithered without any effort up her anus and I begun to harmonize the suction in her clit with the anal finger fucking. At that moment she was panting and crying mercilessly. After working for such a long time on her clitoris and both openings her body at last begun to shake uncontrollably; as if she was receiving electrical shocks and with a long cry she stiffened straight. Her anus squeezed tightly my finger and then after a sequence of short gasps all her muscles loosened.
I wait for some moments and carefully removed my finger from her rear. She kept her eyes shut until her breathing had gone back to normal. I had moved back to her side and observed the changes in her facial expression. At a certain moment she opened the eyes, her face turned crimson red and she hastily put her arm around my neck and hid her face in my neck. It seems mom was ashamed of losing control of herself in such a passionate way. I put my arm around her body and patiently waited for her recovery. My hand slithered down her back and I begun massaging her bottom. We remain there in silence for long time, my rock hard prick poking her belly and my hand roaming over the magnificent fleshy globes.
"Do you know you have a wonderful butt?" I asked breaking the silence.
Mom giggled and answered: "When I was young, around fifteen years old I was very shy about my body: I believed I had a too large bum and too small tits."
"A poor self-misjudgment; your butt is perfect in size and big tits tend to go obscenely down after a couple of kids and with aging. Your nipples are still pointing forward and not to your toes." Mom giggled again and purred satisfied with the caress in her derriere. I decided to move forward in my planned new sexual experience and moved one finger down the deep valley between the buttocks. I touched and pressed the tip of my finger against the small aperture hidden in the deepest of the valley and asked Mom: "Tell me: do you use this place just for it primarily function or for something else as well." It was a rhetorical question since I have read all Will's letters and in many of them he mentioned their anal sex practices.
Mom whispered the answer in my ear: "Also for that kind of thing you are thinking, I use it."
"And do you like it?"
"Oh yes! When it is done gently... Do you mind in fetching the jar of Lanolin cream in the bathroom? When I came back Mom was laid on her stomach exposing her beautiful derriere.
"Put some cream both on you and in my butt." She said.
I split her ass cheeks and for the first time I had the chance of seeing her anus. The somewhat naturally opened sphincter was surrounded by a large light brown frame. Instead of the usual protruding and puckered ring Mom's anal opening was almost deprived of wrinkles. With the finger deeply shoved in her rectum I massaged and lubricate her rectal passage. She expressed her approval by means of loud moans and a subtle sway of the rump.
Eventually I decided it was time to replace the finger with my prick and leaning over Mom's body I pointed my dick to her ass and started pushing. I'm not an ungifted man when it comes to prick size: It is seven inches long and relatively thick. For the traditional vaginal sex it is okay, but many women don't even like to think about having me inside her butts. So, to my surprise, after offering an initial resistance, Mom's sphincters relaxed and her anus easily engulfed the glans. Still based on my previous experience I waited for some moment till her sphincters got used to the invader. Depending upon the woman it can take from few seconds to several minutes. In the case of my mother it was clear she didn't need any time. Even so, I carefully shoved my dick in her rectum, until I felt my lower belly pressed against her butt.
Then I began to push back my dick in her rectum 'til only the knob remained inserted in her anus. And I started again the long dive in her entrails. Mom responded to my pummeling in her ass by moaning and sensually raising her body from the mattress. With a growing excitement I increased the tempo of my stroking in Mom's rectum. My dick slithered smoothly in her back entrance and the feelings are hard to describe.
Mom was an expert, better saying an artist of anal sex: when I was shoving it down in her entrails she relaxed the muscles and when I pulled it out she contracted the muscles. It was like having my prick shoved in a machine that vacuumed and massaged my tool simultaneously. Never in my life had I had as much pleasure as I had ass-fucking Mom. I grab her tits holding her body securely riding her by then frantic motions with her bottom.
She had her face over the mattress, the eyes shut in an unmistakable mask of pleasure. Every stroke with my tool was responded to by my mother with a backing at me, combined with a swaying of her derriere, a combination synchronized to perfection, result of years and years of enthused anal sex practice. My previous experiences with two different women shown that they need to have vaginal stimulation to reach anal orgasm. Mom had both hands placed around her head which mean she was having pleasure exclusively from her anus.
The pace of my thrusts was frantic, my belly slapped her butt with a loud blast, like I were slapping her rear with my hands. After having had sex in the morning I was able to pump for a long time before the usual feeling indicating that I was on the verge of gushing a cum load, where my nuts start shrinking and then swelling to the point of burst out. I held her tightly pressing my body against hers like trying to shove my dick up to the last hundredth of an inch in her bowels. Motionless over Mom's body I felt the flow of jism being spurted in her entrails.
"Don't move, let it there, I want to feel it inside me." She whispered. And as much as my dick was softening inside her rectum the massage she produced with the rectum increased its intensity. It was unbelievable, beyond any description, what Mom was able to do with her rectum! In addition her sphincters weren't so tight to the extent of making my half-stiff cock uncomfortable while lodged in her entrails. When it was fully loose only the knob remained trapped inside her anal ring. Eventually I moved back, Mom unclasped her sphincters and my dick was free of its love prison.
I took Mom in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Once again she nested her head in my chest and I heard her giggling.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I was thinking about the fact I always was fond of young men. What I would never realize, even in my wildest dreams that I would end up in the bed with my own son!"
"And what is wrong with that?"
"You know very well what people's consensus on the subject is. Personally I don't give a damn; we are doing it and end of paragraph. It's like many other things; most of the people have a façade for the society and a completely different private life. One good example is your father and I. How many people would even conjecture about the kind of agreement we have? Just for one moment forget about everything that rules the relationship between mother and son and tell me: what is the difference between having sex with several men and with my own son?
Let's suppose for a moment you have been raised separated from me and didn't know I'm your mother. All of a sudden we met few days ago and without knowing our close relationship we fell in love for each other or merely decided to have sex. Let's go a little further and assume you become aware of the fact I'm your mother? Do you believe that there would be reason for desperation, feel guilty to death like in a Greek tragedy? I don't think so, maybe we might put an end in the relationship, may be not, depending in the way we perceive the situation. Providing we keep it under secrecy I believe it is only a matter between you and me."
"And when we return home, how it gonna be?" It was a question that had been startling me since the first time we had sex.
"I'm not sure. The only thing I have for sure is we need to be very prudent. With your father around we can't take any risk. Certainly we will have the Fridays but it would be very risky to spend the whole night together. Can you imagine if, for any reason, and it happened already a couple of times, he returns earlier than expected and surprise us naked in the bed? I don't even like to think about! And there is another fact we need to face: we both have our lives; expectations. You are young and certainly will be looking for girls of your age. I don't think that would be good for both of us to tie our day-by-day lives exclusively to each other."
It was a clear message: Mom wasn't willing to have me as her son and lover on an exclusive base. And believe me I understood her position; to be honest I never foresaw our relationship with a high degree of commitment. But on the other hand I didn't like to see it as some sort of 'summer adventure' that we would put an end to as soon as we return back home. I was determined to continue having sex with Mom as much as it was mutually pleasurable and possible. And I would need to work with all my skills to succeed.
I held her tightly in my arms and soon we fell asleep. I woke up at the dusk with Mom still cuddled in my arms. She immediately opened her eyes and after stretching our bodies while exchanging kisses we finally decided to get out of the bed. After showering we decided to go to the city to have dinner at sea food restaurant we had been to before.
It was another nice dinner that stretched for a long time. After that we decided to stroll in the almost desert promenade. At night the place seemed to be the retreat for young sweetheart couples who occupied the few benches exchanging hugs and kisses protected by darkness resulting from the combination of the leafy century old trees and the feeble illumination provided by few scattered light poles. The large paved alley bordering the river was almost empty since it didn't provide the same shelter as the square behind.
I put an arm over Mom's shoulder and she reciprocated by putting her hand at my waist. Like all other sweethearts around strolled easily the whole promenade. I held Mom by the chin and raising her face had begun to kiss her lightly on the lips. In spite of being already eighteen years old that was the first time I felt like flirting with a girl. Up to that date I had the two relationships in US. With the Dutch girl and the sergeant's wife; the first was special and with the second one it was merely sex. With the Dutch girl I went a couple of times to the movies but was some sort of friends partying together. Now this was something new for me; I was there hugging and kissing a nice girl notwithstanding the fact she was my own mother!
Anyway it was something new and wonderful and surely mother was also enjoying the moment. It was an unusual situation: we both knew that once back home it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to enjoy moments like that. There, in a small city, unknown by the passersby we weren't mother and son, we were a couple of sweethearts. Of course under the sunlight it would certainly look odd a woman in her early forties dating a teenager: but protected by darkness, no one could notice our age difference; we were a couple like all the others. After having fun at the city we rushed back home for another exciting sex session.
Nevertheless there was still a missing piece in our sex game: in spite of the fact that I had eaten Mom's cunt several times. She always demonstrated an unsurpassed pleasure in having my mouth sucking and licking the aperture that brought me out of her body to this world she never had even mentioned her intention of reciprocate that kind of pleasure. At the time, this was I believe, by the end of our first week there we were still in the process of discovering each other.
Mom told me later that her decision was to let me take initiative so she could see how far we would go in our sexual life. At my side I had a better knowledge through the letters Will wrote to Mom, but there was still the psychological barrier. One thing was what Mom did with other men; completely different was her willingness in doing them with her own son. It was just a matter of go ahead and to do the things, but at the time I hadn't the knowledge about Mom's opinion on the matter. Going back to the oral sex subject I decided to try to discover why she hadn't even touched my dick.
One thing I learned was Mom's willingness to talk about her past life when we were at the beach or in the bed, especially after a sexual session. I learned as well that on the beach she was more open to tell me about facts like her arrangement with my father, the problem with my sister, the men she had taken to bed or even stories related to her two best friends, the ones that shared Mom's fondness for sex. The moments in the bed were dedicated to more intimate subjects, always involving sexual activities and her adventures.
Along with the fact that she was then dating her own son, my mother was proud of her past adventures and didn't feel any embarrassment in telling them; and in me she found an avid listener to her sexual stories. Now, many years afterwards I have learned what I had at the time was some sort of audio voyeurism. At the same time her narratives, together with Will's letters were the safe guides for my sexual advances.
During the summer season it was pretty common for it to rain at least sometime during the early evening. It was a quick shower, may be half an hour and the soon the sun was shining again. One of those days we were on the beach and suddenly the sky became overcast and a wind blowing from the ocean got stronger and colder making our stay on the beach very uncomfortable. We hastily packed our stuff and went back home. By mid-afternoon it had begun to rain, not the customary strong tropical downpour but a light and cold thin rain that seemed to stay for a long time. We had our usual nap and when we woke up the stormy weather remained the same.
We were washing dishes after dinner when there was a power shortage and we suddenly were in absolute darkness. We spent almost a full matchbox up to I would be able to find one half spent candle in a drawer and I took a mental note to next day buy some packs of candles and a flashlight. To save the remaining few inches of candle we still had we decided to sit-down at the hammock in the porch. The air was fresh and at least we had some dim light from the cars passing along the distant highway.
The moment seemed ripe and ready for a special question I had been saving up to ask mom, about Will of course.
Mom's Tail's Tales
As we sat on the porch hammock waiting for the power to return, I decided to bring up one sensitive subject: "Mom, was Will the first man in your life?"
"In certain way yes, I knew Will for long time since my older brother and Will became close friends when they were at the Engineering School. He is two years older than your uncle and 10 years my senior. So when they started doing their homework together in our place I was ten years old. Throughout the time they became inseparable friends, Will was from a faraway city and a poor family. Your grandma liked him very much so he used to have lunches with us almost all Sundays and diner several times a week. So I grew up seeing Will as some sort of older brother. I was sixteen when he graduated at college and start working."
"At the time I was a very complicated teenager. I felt my butt was too big, my thighs too thick and my tits too small. On top of it all, I hated my hair that was too curly in my opinion. As you can imagine I was pretty unhappy with my look. Then I started noticing Will's subtle interest in me. In the beginning it sounded like an old friend doing his best to comfort an ugly duckling. Once we were just the two of us talking and I said I didn't feel at ease wearing jeans. He wanted to know why and after some resistance I told him why: I believed my ass was too large and it would look bizarre in tight jeans. He said that I was crazy, that there was nothing wrong with my rear and made a complimentary commend about my body."
"I felt like in heavens and begun to figure that maybe I was wrong. Of course my body never would win a beauty contest, but even so it was much better than what it was in my self-evaluation. Right after I turned eighteen, it became more evident of Will's growing romantic interest in me. He had just bought his first car and one Saturday he stopped by my home looking for my brother (later on he admitted he knew my brother wasn't there. He used it as an excuse to see me). He invited me for a ride and I fondly accepted. We rode throughout the city and at a certain moment he stopped at a promenade with a dominant view of the city. This was one of the favorite places for young people enjoy good times with their sweethearts."
"We talked for a while a when he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket I quickly grabbed it saying he had smoked enough for that day. He begged for the cigarettes saying he would die without one and tried to take it from my hand. Then somehow, all of a sudden, we were exchanging a passionate kiss. The next step was to open my blouse and loosen a tit from the bra. I never have had such a caress and of course I was feeling heavenly. It is hard to believe but until that age I haven't had a boyfriend, all my sexual experiences were my masturbation sessions during the bath or at night in my bed."
"I pleasurably accepted the fondling in my breasts and a bold hand roaming up my thighs. I only decided to stop him when he attempted to insert a finger in my pussy. I was virgin and educated by my mother to only give up my maidenhood to my husband at the honeymoon. He smartly changed the focus of his attentions moving the hand to my ass, even so over the panties."
"From that day on we started dating but in a very strange way. It was clear Will knew that my parents didn't see favorably our relationship. I'm sure the problem wasn't the age difference but the fact that Will was almost mulatto and my parents were very proud of their ancestry. The truth of matter was we hide our relationship from everybody but my brother. In the presence of my parents we act like good friends, Will was, for all purposes, considered some sort of old brother after all. Even my brother, Will's best friend, didn't seem to see our relationship in a positive way. Even so, as a support to his friend and his beloved younger sister, he even gave us the much needed coverage."
"Now, looking to the facts from a distant perspective I'm sure I was never in love with Will. He had shown up at precisely the right moment to support a needy teenager. Time passed and our petting sessions became bolder and every day I turned more eager for his caresses. However, since the beginning, I made clear that I was virgin and had intention to remain so up to marriage so my pussy was some sort of 'forbidden territory'. In the beginning he made some attempts to sneak in my furry triangle but always found my strongest objection. Disregarding this we use every moment to exchange caresses."
"Will was some sort of sales engineer spending most of the time out of the office and used to pick me up at the school almost every day and he drove to a secluded place where we gave expression to our lust. One weekend my parents traveled to a nearby city to attend the twenty-fifth wedding anniversary of some friends. As usual Will and I have had an enthralling petting session and when he drove me back home he ask me if we could stay together a little more. I wasn't sure since there was nobody at home and my parents would be very upset if they found that Will and I were alone at home."
"Anyway I couldn't cope with his pleads. Soon I was sitting on his lap and after opening my blouse and unclasping my bra he played for a long time with my tits. I was in such a state of arousal that I didn't oppose when managed to remove my panties and eventually play with my soaked pussy. Most surely I wouldn't make any attempt to stop him of breaking my sherry but he didn't appear to have such intention. Without a word he forced to kneel in front of the sofa and bend over the seat. He raised my skirt exposing my naked bottom and caressed it for a long time, massaging the globes and sliding the hand down the crack till reaching my back entrance."
"Immediately I understood what his intention was; I had heard from schoolmates about anal sex. Some said it was okay and very much enjoyed it; others said they tried and was extremely painful. As I said I wasn't in condition to refuse anything and I made no objections when, after spiting in his hand, I felt the knob touching my anus. With a resolute thrust forward I felt my sphincters stretching and something invading my then virgin ass."
"It wasn't by any means painful but as much as he shoved his penis in my entrails I was taken by a sensation of discomfort. Something as if I had a hard turd stranded in my rectum and wasn't able to expel it. But as soon as he begun to pump his pecker back and forth in my rectum the discomfort was subtly changing in an intense pleasure. He was extremely excited due to all our previous petting so it didn't take a long time to Will unload his semen in my entrails. Even so it was enough to cause the strongest orgasm I ever had in my life."
"For almost a whole year we had several sessions of anal sex, each time to my growing satisfaction. Of course we introduced several other options but for me the "piece de resistance" was always to feel his semen being spurted in my entrails."
"After this period Will got a job with a government contractor to work in the construction of a mega-dam in the western region, several thousand miles from where we lived. At this time he began to send me letters. At the beginning he wrote about the loneliness and the boring life in a place faraway form everything. After that his letters became more and more sexual with detailed descriptions of the things he would like to make with me next time he was in town and to avoid problems I rented a post office box. I was very excited with each letter reading them hundreds of times."
"He used to come to town every sixty days for meetings at the company headquarters. And every time he was in town we used to do some of the things he described in the letters. In the beginning the letter arrived at an average of two per week but as time was passing they became scarcer. At my side I was getting tired of that situation: I used to live in perpetual state of arousal and with little gratification: after experience a man's tool inside my body the masturbatory sessions weren't enough to satiate my sexual compulsion."
"Eventually, my brother came to me and said he had something to tell: Will was seriously dating a secretary at the dam and had plans to marry her. Certainly for any woman the news would be a disaster or a tragedy but I received the notice with relief. It may sound odd but I never perceived the relationship with Will as a stage of something that would grow to another level. In other words I never saw us married or in permanent relationship."
"It was also at about the same time when I had an opportunity to get my sweet revenge against a cousin. This woman, some years older than my mother, was the 'family pain-in-the-ass', the kind of person that spends her life finding a way to nag people. She was the one that nicknamed Mom 'Rumpy' a malevolent reference to Mom's slightly larger than normal posterior. Talking about her a little, it is ironical what the passing times can do to a person: she was once a tall very seductive woman but after a difficult pregnancy, before turning thirty years, she looked a wreck."
"The poor woman probably had added around fifty pounds in less than seven years. Needless to say her husband left her to marry with another woman. This was a time when she was pregnant with her first son and doing very badly: After one interrupted pregnancy her physician had told her to stay in bed after the sixth month. Even so she was doing poorly and one weekend my Mother asked me to stop by her house and drop a gift off which she had bought for her niece. That particular day she was doing particularly bad and asked me to stay a little with her, while her husband went out for some shopping. I sat on her bed and we talked for sometime but soon she fell asleep as result of the medication she was taking."
"I sat back in the living room reading while waiting for her husband to come back. The guy arrived and invited me to stay for a coffee. We went both to the kitchen to brew the coffee and sat back in the living room. Under the excuse of not disturb his wife's rest he closed the bedroom door. We sat face to face and sip the coffee eat some cookies. It was when I noticed his stealth stares at my body. I had my legs crossed and certainly he was having an eye-catching view of my thigh partially covered by the stocking. Too bad that now days those sexy glimpses are gone with women's preference for pantyhose. It was when he started complaining about the problems they were facing."
"According to him my cousin was obsessed with the idea of having a child and after she lost the first one, she got pregnant again shortly after, against her physician advice and without completing the hormones therapy he had prescribed. When we finish I went to the kitchen to wash the cups, he stay leaned in the door threshold looking fixedly on me. I finished the chore and picked-up my purse to go, but at the door he asked when he could see me again."
"I will be back soon." Was my answer pretending innocence.
"No, I want to see you alone, far from here!"
"I believe your wife wouldn't like it very much if she came to know..."
"If neither of us tells, she never would know. What do you think?"
"I don't know. This was so sudden." Picking up on my responsiveness to his suggestions, he hugged me by the waist and we kissed. I reciprocated by opening my mouth and French kissing him. His next step was to raise my skirt and try to touch my pussy."
"You can do that; I'm virgin." Was my answer breaking the kiss. The disappointment was visible in face and before he had recovered from the surprise I added. "If you want, we can do from behind." He virtually dragged me to a second room he used as a home office. He leaned me over a desk, raised my skirt, lowered the panties and without foreplay he inserted his prick in my anal aperture. While he was pumping in my rectum I began to think about the irony. Here I was there, just few steps away, serving with my rump the husband of a person that once pejoratively called me 'Rumpy'. After finishing our crazy sodomy session I hurried back to home."
Loose Ends and a Tight Ass
While she had told her story I was playing quietly with my hands over her body. She was wearing another dress shirt that was some sort of Mom's "summer uniform", she always had several of them with slight variations on the basic structure: all front buttoned, sleeveless and knee high. I started unbuttoning from the top and soon she was sitting there with her breasts exposed since she wasn't wearing bra.
I lean over her chest and took one nipple in my mouth. Mom had fallen silent and the only sounds around were the raindrops falling on the roof. Without Mom's opposition to my actions I followed unbuttoning until the dress front was fully opened. A hand was swiftly slid underneath her panties and when I touched her cunt it was drowned in Mom's juices showing how excited she was just by remembering the story.
In spite of the darkness we were outside home and there was only a three feet high wooden fence separating the house from the street, besides which the small bushes weren't enough to hide us from an occasional passerby. In any case, it was a rainy night in a deserted area so the chances of someone seeing us were minimal. Once again Mom didn't objected when I removed her panties leaving her practically naked. My next movement was to open the fly and free my hard prick. I took hold one of Mom's hands and placed it over my pecker. She grabbed it gently squeezing the shaft. It was the first time Mom touched my penis.
"You never kissed it; why?"
"I don't know... would you like that?" Without waiting for my answer she leaned back her torso; I felt her lips gently touching the glands and she gave a little peck on the tip. She then began to gently poke my glands with the tip of her tongue. She did it for an endless time, I was beginning to believe that, such as my Dutch young friend, she wasn't enthusiastic about having a man's flesh pole inside her mouth. It was when she placed the lips in the tip of the knob and forcing the head down gradually opened them inserting my pole in her mouth. I would say she had half of my seven inches in her mouth when she eventually stopped.
Soon afterward she raised and lowered her head, shoving the pole as deep as she could take and withdrawing till she had only the knob inside her mouth. Conversely from my initial belief my mother had thoroughly mastered the art of oral sex! Combining her expertise with my high degree of excitement it didn't take too much time to me to feel that was in the verge of another powerful ejaculation. Feeling it Mom aimed the glands to the mouth of her roof so avoiding me to spill my jism in her throat and making her retch. Eagerly she drank my sap to the last spurt not wasting even a drop. When she had finished with her job Mom still remained for some time playing and sucking my flaccid maleness. When she raised the torso I kissed her in the mouth. I still could smell in her breath the unmistakable odor of sperm.
We decided that was better to bed since the lights weren't on and they believed the Electricity Company only would fix it after the storm was over. Naked in the bed Mom cuddle me and begun to rub her pussy against my thigh. It was when I realized how selfish I had been. Once satisfied I didn't take care in pleasing Mom!
"Why don't you help him in get hard again?" I whispered. Mom was ready and eager to have my semi-flaccid inside her mouth again. It wasn't necessary a great effort from Mom to turn my tool rock hard again. She slithered over my body and holding my dick with one hand directed it to her pussy and lowered the body, inserting my dick with a sole stroke of her body. I decided to reward all the oral pleasure I received from Mom so it was a long fuck, Mom moaned crazily with our groins grinding each other till I couldn't control my libido anymore and filled her womb with my hot cream. During that extended session she had orgasmed several times and then, both spent, we slept in each other's arms.
"Mom, what is the story of those photos?" I asked when we were at the beach one day, some days later. "After your father and I came to an agreement about the future of our relationship, I started dating other men. When Will was back in town, as usual he paid a visit to my parents. We had dinner together and I noticed Will's renewed interest in me. Of course he was smart enough to conceal it from my family, showing his feelings just to me, but only when my parents or my brother weren't paying attention. The flirting was increasing and in a certain moment I felt his barefoot lightly rubbing my leg underneath the table.
Problem was my brother had volunteered to take Will back to the hotel. When we were leaving he gave me the usual kiss in the cheek and whispered: "Call me at the hotel!" After getting back home and I called him. We talked for a long time and we set an encounter for the next day at the hotel. Well, we spent the whole afternoon having sex, this time not only oral and anal such as in the old times, but also vaginally as well. From that moment on we use to see each other about once a month when he was in town for meetings at his company headquarters.
He always liked photography and once he proposed to take some naked pictures. In the beginning I refused; I was afraid that during the development process someone would make copies, but he assured that he would do everything at the company's lab. The photographer was his friend and would give him access to the lab. When we started I only agreed to take photos not showing my face but after some time I stop being so cautious about that."
"How long did it last, I mean the photo sessions?"
"Around two years."
"Do you still meet him?"
"No, it ended up at the same time as we stop with the photo sessions."
"And why?"
"It just ended like many other relationships. On my side it was okay to meet him once a month, he was an excellent lover. The problems began when he came with odd ideas about some other kinds of photos and I didn't like them..."
"What do you mean by odd ideas?"
"First he suggested we may include another woman in the photo sessions, he was obsessed with lesbian stuff. After that he said that a friend of his and the girlfriend would like to meet us for sex sessions including photos. In the beginning I believed that it was just some sort of man's dream but his insistence was growing every time we met. I'm not against anything in sex; it is a matter of like or not. If you like it is okay, but in this case he was forcing a situation on me and besides would be very risky for me to involve others."
"After all I was a woman, married and living in the city. The last thing I want was a sex scandal, one thing is cheating your husband and the other one is being involved in this kind of kinky stuff. Eventually I decided to voice clearly my opposition; he was a little pissed but never mentioned it again. But it seemed that he was trying to make all his sexual fantasies true with me. In another occasion he ordered a bottle of wine and we drank it all. You know, I'm not used to drink so I was a little tipsy. In a moment he decided to take a picture of the bottle inserted... you know... there... in my pussy. I rejected it, we had a strong argument that ended up with me dressing up and running away."
"It was when I came to conclusion that our relationship was coming to a dangerous part of the tricky path. But there was an issue: the negatives. I insisted only to see him once again if he gave me the negatives. After some reluctance he did it. We met for a couple of times and finally the relation ended. At the time he had divorced from his wife and was deeply in love with another woman."
That evening there another question which kept turning over in my mind: it was about Mom's opinion on sex with many people at the same time; to be specific: orgies. I was trying to interpret what she meant by accepting unconventional sex activities. Was it merely her viewpoint on the subject or she had been involved in this kind of sex? But even with our growing intimacy I didn't feel comfortable in asking her about that yet. Up to that moment our conversations were oriented by what I had read in the letters so I wasn't sure about Mom's reaction on such invasion of her privacy. I decided to wait for a proper occasion to raise the question.
The remaining days at the peninsula were great. Mother and I continued these days of bliss, like a couple of newlyweds. We had sex in the mornings when we woke up, sometimes twice after the lunch when we took a nap together (usually the first fuck after lunch was anal sex) or sometimes at night, that was my favorite time. We spent the days on the beach and at night customarily we went to the city for dinner and after it strolled on the river-front or even along the beach.
Usually we behave like two young sweethearts kissing and petting until we couldn't stand anymore and rushed back home. Other evenings, after a light dinner at home we used to sit in the porch and like two sweethearts excite each other to the point we need to hurry to our room. When we had dinner in the small restaurant in the city we walked holding each other by the waist, exchanging kisses like the other loving couples around us.
After the previous conversation about the future of our relationship no one ever mentioned it again. Nonetheless I had already defined my action plan: once back home I would pretend that it was all over; but in the first opportunity I would try to be inside Mom's panties again. I was sure that if I accepted a loose relationship, without interfering in her affairs she would gladly accepted my sexual forays. And it turned out I was right.
The remaining days at the peninsula were absolutely the best I have in all my life. Mom told me that for her those were unforgettable days also. She confided she was feeling just like a girl again and if in the beginning she was a little cautious with my bold inroads, soon she had lost all her concerns and enthusiastically supporting and enjoying all kind of foolishness I was able to create. Some were merely sensual probes like the night in the city I unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress and after playing for some time with a nipple I exposed the tit and sucked it like a famished baby.
Eventually the day to go back home arrived. We were back at home one day or two before my father's return, which wasn't any surprise (Mom have told me about it) when his chief nurse, responsible for the overall coordination in the surgery room disembarked with him. They had a long lasting relationship, she was a divorced (Mom said she got divorced after starting the affair with daddy) a very interesting woman in her early thirties at the time.
Life kept its usual pace until the beginning of the school's New Year. I started my four year college time in a university at my own city and my parents decided that I should continue living with them, which was very convenient to me in all aspect. Of course with the first Friday my father traveled, Mom and I were again back in the bed together.
She really didn't want to have sex in her bed; since she was afraid my father would return early and catch us in the bed. The solution was simple: we went to my bed, somewhat narrow but safer than Mom's king-size bed. Pretty soon Mom started again "visiting her friends".
There was some embarrassment, at least in the first or second occasions, but my nonchalance helped a lot to move away her discomfiture. Twice a week I had classes the whole day so there were no big problems. Besides, right after the school year's beginning I got a part time job and I was at home only after 7:00 PM. Fridays' evenings, however, we used to spend together.
At my end I hadn't been successful with girls of my age: the truth of matter is I was looking for a girl with my mother's psychological profile: someone willing to have an intense sexual life without ties or long term plans. Of course the girls I knew were looking for a nice guy interested in share their lives with them. And of course this was in the far bottom of list of priorities.
It was in this period that two interesting facts happened: first my sister returned from Chile for the wedding of one of her best friends. Professional problems forced her husband to cancel his travel in the last minute so she came alone. Both for Mom and me it promised to be a damn boring week. With her around there was no chance for the two of us to have some fun together, nor out on our own.
The wedding took place on a Saturday and she would (thank God!) go back home on that Sunday immediately after. Friday I worked until late and arrived home around 9:00 PM after a stop with some friends in a single's bar. Feeling it wouldn't be my lucky night I went back home. Mom was sitting in the couch at the family room watching TV.
"Where is Sis?" I asked to Mom.
"She is out; her friend's family is offering a dinner for the close
friends."
I sat aside Mom and watch in silence the TV show. Mom was wearing a terry-cloth robe and still had her hair moisten. My excitement, boosted by the forced sexual abstinence, grew quickly and I put an arm over her shoulder. Mom silent response was to lean her body against my chest. She was very excited also since didn't object when I slithered a hand over her thigh. A bold finger was soon roaming under the panties leg hem and playing with her damp slip.
"Take off your panties." I whispered. In silence she raised the body from the couch and slip down the panties. I hastily managed to pull my dick out of the pants and opened the robe. There was no need for words, Mom quickly sat over my lap and shoved my swollen dick to the hilt in a sole stroke in her eager pussy. I held her tits while she sensually moved her hips. We were both highly excited and it didn't take too much to notice Mom's body shaking under the impact of a powerful orgasm. Me, I was spurting my load in the deepest part of her channel, directly into her uterus; cumming like there was no tomorrow.
It was one of those quick but highly enjoyable intercourse for both partners. We were still recovering from our delightful fuck when we heard the elevator stopping at our floor. The building was of high-end type, one apartment per floor and the solid oak front door was framed in a one-foot wide stained glass cadre. The lights automatically turned on when the elevator's door was opened and it was that signal which saved us from being caught by my sister. Mom jumped and rushed to her room while I rashly put my dick back inside the pants.
"Where is Mom?" It was my sister's first question, as she came in the living room. In a casual way I said that she probably was already sleeping since I had arrived not long before. My sister went to the kitchen, had some water and went to her room. I watched the news to its end to avoid suspicions and when I stood up and looked around I felt the blood freezing in my veins: over on the carpet, in front of the coffee table were Mom's panties! Imagine if my sister had come close to where I was sitting and had seen the evidence! What mess hitting the fan that would have been!
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Again this is a true story. As you can tell this as not written in my usual style. I only did a minimum of 'oediting', the words Allan's, based on his and his mother's reminiscences. Read, reread it and cum again, knowing that one of us at least lived the fantasy. Lucky Allan, lucky Allan's mom, lucky for us he wrote their story and shared it! Oediplex 8==3~
It was great to heard Mom's history while observing at her. She was laid on her stomach, propped up on both elbows so I could watch her almost naked body. The rolled down bikini panties exposed an inch of her ass crack and it was eye-popping. I invited Mom to go to water and when she grabbed the bikini top I suggested she go topless. After a kick look around to check if we were alone she stood up bare breasted and holding my hand we headed to the salty cold water.
When we were with the water by our waist level I couldn't resist and holding her by the waist I brought her body against mine. She answered by placing both hands around my neck and we exchange a kiss, her small hard tits poking my chest. When I tried to lower her bikini panties she objected saying that would be very embarrassing if someone saw her naked there. Back on the sand Mom stretched the towel out under the sun.
"Mom, it just my feeling or you and Sis have some sort of friction?"
"No, it is not just a feeling, in fact we faced some problems when you were in United States."
"What kind of problem?" I insisted.
"Her husband, back then her fiancé, caught me with another man in a parking lot."
"And...?"
"For sure he spilled out the story to her. Once she told me she was going to spend a weekend out with him. I suggested that it wasn't proper. I said she was on the verge of getting married and they could wait a little bit more to be by themselves. She answered in an unsuspected angry tone saying that I should better take care of my own life than meddle with other's life. When I said that she doesn't have the right to talk to her mother in such way she got more pissed and almost shouted that I was the last person she would expect to talk about that kind of subject."
"A married woman that is found kissing a man in a parking lot doesn't have moral authority to reproach other people, your sister continued to rant. Besides she was going out with her fiancé and not with another man. It wasn't difficult to put the things together: I was dating a man and we met in a bar faraway enough (at least we believed) to give satisfactory coverage. After talking for some time we went back to his car and drove to a motel. Against my will my friend started kissing me and probably her husband saw us."
After a long stay on the sands we decided that was time to go back home and fix the lunch. And Mom gave me another great surprise: in the back of the house, at the kitchen's outside wall there was a water reservoir on the top of four eleven foot tall concrete columns. It was used to store water since the city system wasn't good enough to provide safe supply water for that far and the new development. At the base of the columns the builder had built a shower to avoid people stepping in the house with the beach sand in their feet.
To provide some privacy they had built walls on both sides of the lower part of the columns. There was no door since the view from the back was obstructed by the garage and the two guest rooms built in the back of property. The area between the main house and the back complex was supposed to have had a swimming pool which was never put built. To my delight Mom removed the bikini and gave me a full exhibit of her naked body while she took a long shower.
After I did the same we met in the kitchen to work on our lunch. We talked all the time and to me it was hard to restrain my excitement. It was not because she was wearing sexy clothes, as a matter of fact it was the opposite: she wore an old and large man's shirt coming down to her mid-thighs and a cutoff underneath. But after seeing her semi-nude at the beach and deliciously naked during her showering, my batteries were fully charged again.
After we finished with dish-washing I asked: "What are you doing now?"
"I'm thinking in rest a little. And how's about you?"
"Nothing, I don't have any plans. Do you mind if I join you." Mom smiled and agreed. Once again I quickly close all doors and windows and rushed to her room. With the windows closed the room was in a cozy semi-darkness. Mom came out of the bathroom and readily removed the shirt and cutoffs remaining only in panties. I was still in my shorts but promptly I got rid of them. In silence we hug each other and I could feel the subtle scent of Mom's body lotion. We start kissing and I removed her panties leaving Mom stark naked.
We hugged each other and she put her mouth close to my ear and whispered: "I want to ask you something..." Her voice unmistakably denoted she was bashful in what was to come next . . .
"What is it?"
"I want you to kiss... the way you kissed me the last night...I love being kissed...all over." And I started again the pilgrimage over her body, starting from her mouth and going down unhurriedly. The silence in the darken room was broken only by her moans that were growing in intensity as much as my mouth headed down her body. When I in the course of things reached her belly button, she was almost howling. Eventually I reached her sex pot and like in the morning it was over flood with her thick vaginal secretions. While I licked and sucked the throbbing clitoris I inserted a finger into her slit, finger fucking mom's vaginal channel.
After I had it lubricated I moved the finger down touching her back entrance. My finger slithered without any effort up her anus and I begun to harmonize the suction in her clit with the anal finger fucking. At that moment she was panting and crying mercilessly. After working for such a long time on her clitoris and both openings her body at last begun to shake uncontrollably; as if she was receiving electrical shocks and with a long cry she stiffened straight. Her anus squeezed tightly my finger and then after a sequence of short gasps all her muscles loosened.
I wait for some moments and carefully removed my finger from her rear. She kept her eyes shut until her breathing had gone back to normal. I had moved back to her side and observed the changes in her facial expression. At a certain moment she opened the eyes, her face turned crimson red and she hastily put her arm around my neck and hid her face in my neck. It seems mom was ashamed of losing control of herself in such a passionate way. I put my arm around her body and patiently waited for her recovery. My hand slithered down her back and I begun massaging her bottom. We remain there in silence for long time, my rock hard prick poking her belly and my hand roaming over the magnificent fleshy globes.
"Do you know you have a wonderful butt?" I asked breaking the silence.
Mom giggled and answered: "When I was young, around fifteen years old I was very shy about my body: I believed I had a too large bum and too small tits."
"A poor self-misjudgment; your butt is perfect in size and big tits tend to go obscenely down after a couple of kids and with aging. Your nipples are still pointing forward and not to your toes." Mom giggled again and purred satisfied with the caress in her derriere. I decided to move forward in my planned new sexual experience and moved one finger down the deep valley between the buttocks. I touched and pressed the tip of my finger against the small aperture hidden in the deepest of the valley and asked Mom: "Tell me: do you use this place just for it primarily function or for something else as well." It was a rhetorical question since I have read all Will's letters and in many of them he mentioned their anal sex practices.
Mom whispered the answer in my ear: "Also for that kind of thing you are thinking, I use it."
"And do you like it?"
"Oh yes! When it is done gently... Do you mind in fetching the jar of Lanolin cream in the bathroom? When I came back Mom was laid on her stomach exposing her beautiful derriere.
"Put some cream both on you and in my butt." She said.
I split her ass cheeks and for the first time I had the chance of seeing her anus. The somewhat naturally opened sphincter was surrounded by a large light brown frame. Instead of the usual protruding and puckered ring Mom's anal opening was almost deprived of wrinkles. With the finger deeply shoved in her rectum I massaged and lubricate her rectal passage. She expressed her approval by means of loud moans and a subtle sway of the rump.
Eventually I decided it was time to replace the finger with my prick and leaning over Mom's body I pointed my dick to her ass and started pushing. I'm not an ungifted man when it comes to prick size: It is seven inches long and relatively thick. For the traditional vaginal sex it is okay, but many women don't even like to think about having me inside her butts. So, to my surprise, after offering an initial resistance, Mom's sphincters relaxed and her anus easily engulfed the glans. Still based on my previous experience I waited for some moment till her sphincters got used to the invader. Depending upon the woman it can take from few seconds to several minutes. In the case of my mother it was clear she didn't need any time. Even so, I carefully shoved my dick in her rectum, until I felt my lower belly pressed against her butt.
Then I began to push back my dick in her rectum 'til only the knob remained inserted in her anus. And I started again the long dive in her entrails. Mom responded to my pummeling in her ass by moaning and sensually raising her body from the mattress. With a growing excitement I increased the tempo of my stroking in Mom's rectum. My dick slithered smoothly in her back entrance and the feelings are hard to describe.
Mom was an expert, better saying an artist of anal sex: when I was shoving it down in her entrails she relaxed the muscles and when I pulled it out she contracted the muscles. It was like having my prick shoved in a machine that vacuumed and massaged my tool simultaneously. Never in my life had I had as much pleasure as I had ass-fucking Mom. I grab her tits holding her body securely riding her by then frantic motions with her bottom.
She had her face over the mattress, the eyes shut in an unmistakable mask of pleasure. Every stroke with my tool was responded to by my mother with a backing at me, combined with a swaying of her derriere, a combination synchronized to perfection, result of years and years of enthused anal sex practice. My previous experiences with two different women shown that they need to have vaginal stimulation to reach anal orgasm. Mom had both hands placed around her head which mean she was having pleasure exclusively from her anus.
The pace of my thrusts was frantic, my belly slapped her butt with a loud blast, like I were slapping her rear with my hands. After having had sex in the morning I was able to pump for a long time before the usual feeling indicating that I was on the verge of gushing a cum load, where my nuts start shrinking and then swelling to the point of burst out. I held her tightly pressing my body against hers like trying to shove my dick up to the last hundredth of an inch in her bowels. Motionless over Mom's body I felt the flow of jism being spurted in her entrails.
"Don't move, let it there, I want to feel it inside me." She whispered. And as much as my dick was softening inside her rectum the massage she produced with the rectum increased its intensity. It was unbelievable, beyond any description, what Mom was able to do with her rectum! In addition her sphincters weren't so tight to the extent of making my half-stiff cock uncomfortable while lodged in her entrails. When it was fully loose only the knob remained trapped inside her anal ring. Eventually I moved back, Mom unclasped her sphincters and my dick was free of its love prison.
I took Mom in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Once again she nested her head in my chest and I heard her giggling.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I was thinking about the fact I always was fond of young men. What I would never realize, even in my wildest dreams that I would end up in the bed with my own son!"
"And what is wrong with that?"
"You know very well what people's consensus on the subject is. Personally I don't give a damn; we are doing it and end of paragraph. It's like many other things; most of the people have a façade for the society and a completely different private life. One good example is your father and I. How many people would even conjecture about the kind of agreement we have? Just for one moment forget about everything that rules the relationship between mother and son and tell me: what is the difference between having sex with several men and with my own son?
Let's suppose for a moment you have been raised separated from me and didn't know I'm your mother. All of a sudden we met few days ago and without knowing our close relationship we fell in love for each other or merely decided to have sex. Let's go a little further and assume you become aware of the fact I'm your mother? Do you believe that there would be reason for desperation, feel guilty to death like in a Greek tragedy? I don't think so, maybe we might put an end in the relationship, may be not, depending in the way we perceive the situation. Providing we keep it under secrecy I believe it is only a matter between you and me."
"And when we return home, how it gonna be?" It was a question that had been startling me since the first time we had sex.
"I'm not sure. The only thing I have for sure is we need to be very prudent. With your father around we can't take any risk. Certainly we will have the Fridays but it would be very risky to spend the whole night together. Can you imagine if, for any reason, and it happened already a couple of times, he returns earlier than expected and surprise us naked in the bed? I don't even like to think about! And there is another fact we need to face: we both have our lives; expectations. You are young and certainly will be looking for girls of your age. I don't think that would be good for both of us to tie our day-by-day lives exclusively to each other."
It was a clear message: Mom wasn't willing to have me as her son and lover on an exclusive base. And believe me I understood her position; to be honest I never foresaw our relationship with a high degree of commitment. But on the other hand I didn't like to see it as some sort of 'summer adventure' that we would put an end to as soon as we return back home. I was determined to continue having sex with Mom as much as it was mutually pleasurable and possible. And I would need to work with all my skills to succeed.
I held her tightly in my arms and soon we fell asleep. I woke up at the dusk with Mom still cuddled in my arms. She immediately opened her eyes and after stretching our bodies while exchanging kisses we finally decided to get out of the bed. After showering we decided to go to the city to have dinner at sea food restaurant we had been to before.
It was another nice dinner that stretched for a long time. After that we decided to stroll in the almost desert promenade. At night the place seemed to be the retreat for young sweetheart couples who occupied the few benches exchanging hugs and kisses protected by darkness resulting from the combination of the leafy century old trees and the feeble illumination provided by few scattered light poles. The large paved alley bordering the river was almost empty since it didn't provide the same shelter as the square behind.
I put an arm over Mom's shoulder and she reciprocated by putting her hand at my waist. Like all other sweethearts around strolled easily the whole promenade. I held Mom by the chin and raising her face had begun to kiss her lightly on the lips. In spite of being already eighteen years old that was the first time I felt like flirting with a girl. Up to that date I had the two relationships in US. With the Dutch girl and the sergeant's wife; the first was special and with the second one it was merely sex. With the Dutch girl I went a couple of times to the movies but was some sort of friends partying together. Now this was something new for me; I was there hugging and kissing a nice girl notwithstanding the fact she was my own mother!
Anyway it was something new and wonderful and surely mother was also enjoying the moment. It was an unusual situation: we both knew that once back home it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to enjoy moments like that. There, in a small city, unknown by the passersby we weren't mother and son, we were a couple of sweethearts. Of course under the sunlight it would certainly look odd a woman in her early forties dating a teenager: but protected by darkness, no one could notice our age difference; we were a couple like all the others. After having fun at the city we rushed back home for another exciting sex session.
Nevertheless there was still a missing piece in our sex game: in spite of the fact that I had eaten Mom's cunt several times. She always demonstrated an unsurpassed pleasure in having my mouth sucking and licking the aperture that brought me out of her body to this world she never had even mentioned her intention of reciprocate that kind of pleasure. At the time, this was I believe, by the end of our first week there we were still in the process of discovering each other.
Mom told me later that her decision was to let me take initiative so she could see how far we would go in our sexual life. At my side I had a better knowledge through the letters Will wrote to Mom, but there was still the psychological barrier. One thing was what Mom did with other men; completely different was her willingness in doing them with her own son. It was just a matter of go ahead and to do the things, but at the time I hadn't the knowledge about Mom's opinion on the matter. Going back to the oral sex subject I decided to try to discover why she hadn't even touched my dick.
One thing I learned was Mom's willingness to talk about her past life when we were at the beach or in the bed, especially after a sexual session. I learned as well that on the beach she was more open to tell me about facts like her arrangement with my father, the problem with my sister, the men she had taken to bed or even stories related to her two best friends, the ones that shared Mom's fondness for sex. The moments in the bed were dedicated to more intimate subjects, always involving sexual activities and her adventures.
Along with the fact that she was then dating her own son, my mother was proud of her past adventures and didn't feel any embarrassment in telling them; and in me she found an avid listener to her sexual stories. Now, many years afterwards I have learned what I had at the time was some sort of audio voyeurism. At the same time her narratives, together with Will's letters were the safe guides for my sexual advances.
During the summer season it was pretty common for it to rain at least sometime during the early evening. It was a quick shower, may be half an hour and the soon the sun was shining again. One of those days we were on the beach and suddenly the sky became overcast and a wind blowing from the ocean got stronger and colder making our stay on the beach very uncomfortable. We hastily packed our stuff and went back home. By mid-afternoon it had begun to rain, not the customary strong tropical downpour but a light and cold thin rain that seemed to stay for a long time. We had our usual nap and when we woke up the stormy weather remained the same.
We were washing dishes after dinner when there was a power shortage and we suddenly were in absolute darkness. We spent almost a full matchbox up to I would be able to find one half spent candle in a drawer and I took a mental note to next day buy some packs of candles and a flashlight. To save the remaining few inches of candle we still had we decided to sit-down at the hammock in the porch. The air was fresh and at least we had some dim light from the cars passing along the distant highway.
The moment seemed ripe and ready for a special question I had been saving up to ask mom, about Will of course.
Mom's Tail's Tales
As we sat on the porch hammock waiting for the power to return, I decided to bring up one sensitive subject: "Mom, was Will the first man in your life?"
"In certain way yes, I knew Will for long time since my older brother and Will became close friends when they were at the Engineering School. He is two years older than your uncle and 10 years my senior. So when they started doing their homework together in our place I was ten years old. Throughout the time they became inseparable friends, Will was from a faraway city and a poor family. Your grandma liked him very much so he used to have lunches with us almost all Sundays and diner several times a week. So I grew up seeing Will as some sort of older brother. I was sixteen when he graduated at college and start working."
"At the time I was a very complicated teenager. I felt my butt was too big, my thighs too thick and my tits too small. On top of it all, I hated my hair that was too curly in my opinion. As you can imagine I was pretty unhappy with my look. Then I started noticing Will's subtle interest in me. In the beginning it sounded like an old friend doing his best to comfort an ugly duckling. Once we were just the two of us talking and I said I didn't feel at ease wearing jeans. He wanted to know why and after some resistance I told him why: I believed my ass was too large and it would look bizarre in tight jeans. He said that I was crazy, that there was nothing wrong with my rear and made a complimentary commend about my body."
"I felt like in heavens and begun to figure that maybe I was wrong. Of course my body never would win a beauty contest, but even so it was much better than what it was in my self-evaluation. Right after I turned eighteen, it became more evident of Will's growing romantic interest in me. He had just bought his first car and one Saturday he stopped by my home looking for my brother (later on he admitted he knew my brother wasn't there. He used it as an excuse to see me). He invited me for a ride and I fondly accepted. We rode throughout the city and at a certain moment he stopped at a promenade with a dominant view of the city. This was one of the favorite places for young people enjoy good times with their sweethearts."
"We talked for a while a when he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket I quickly grabbed it saying he had smoked enough for that day. He begged for the cigarettes saying he would die without one and tried to take it from my hand. Then somehow, all of a sudden, we were exchanging a passionate kiss. The next step was to open my blouse and loosen a tit from the bra. I never have had such a caress and of course I was feeling heavenly. It is hard to believe but until that age I haven't had a boyfriend, all my sexual experiences were my masturbation sessions during the bath or at night in my bed."
"I pleasurably accepted the fondling in my breasts and a bold hand roaming up my thighs. I only decided to stop him when he attempted to insert a finger in my pussy. I was virgin and educated by my mother to only give up my maidenhood to my husband at the honeymoon. He smartly changed the focus of his attentions moving the hand to my ass, even so over the panties."
"From that day on we started dating but in a very strange way. It was clear Will knew that my parents didn't see favorably our relationship. I'm sure the problem wasn't the age difference but the fact that Will was almost mulatto and my parents were very proud of their ancestry. The truth of matter was we hide our relationship from everybody but my brother. In the presence of my parents we act like good friends, Will was, for all purposes, considered some sort of old brother after all. Even my brother, Will's best friend, didn't seem to see our relationship in a positive way. Even so, as a support to his friend and his beloved younger sister, he even gave us the much needed coverage."
"Now, looking to the facts from a distant perspective I'm sure I was never in love with Will. He had shown up at precisely the right moment to support a needy teenager. Time passed and our petting sessions became bolder and every day I turned more eager for his caresses. However, since the beginning, I made clear that I was virgin and had intention to remain so up to marriage so my pussy was some sort of 'forbidden territory'. In the beginning he made some attempts to sneak in my furry triangle but always found my strongest objection. Disregarding this we use every moment to exchange caresses."
"Will was some sort of sales engineer spending most of the time out of the office and used to pick me up at the school almost every day and he drove to a secluded place where we gave expression to our lust. One weekend my parents traveled to a nearby city to attend the twenty-fifth wedding anniversary of some friends. As usual Will and I have had an enthralling petting session and when he drove me back home he ask me if we could stay together a little more. I wasn't sure since there was nobody at home and my parents would be very upset if they found that Will and I were alone at home."
"Anyway I couldn't cope with his pleads. Soon I was sitting on his lap and after opening my blouse and unclasping my bra he played for a long time with my tits. I was in such a state of arousal that I didn't oppose when managed to remove my panties and eventually play with my soaked pussy. Most surely I wouldn't make any attempt to stop him of breaking my sherry but he didn't appear to have such intention. Without a word he forced to kneel in front of the sofa and bend over the seat. He raised my skirt exposing my naked bottom and caressed it for a long time, massaging the globes and sliding the hand down the crack till reaching my back entrance."
"Immediately I understood what his intention was; I had heard from schoolmates about anal sex. Some said it was okay and very much enjoyed it; others said they tried and was extremely painful. As I said I wasn't in condition to refuse anything and I made no objections when, after spiting in his hand, I felt the knob touching my anus. With a resolute thrust forward I felt my sphincters stretching and something invading my then virgin ass."
"It wasn't by any means painful but as much as he shoved his penis in my entrails I was taken by a sensation of discomfort. Something as if I had a hard turd stranded in my rectum and wasn't able to expel it. But as soon as he begun to pump his pecker back and forth in my rectum the discomfort was subtly changing in an intense pleasure. He was extremely excited due to all our previous petting so it didn't take a long time to Will unload his semen in my entrails. Even so it was enough to cause the strongest orgasm I ever had in my life."
"For almost a whole year we had several sessions of anal sex, each time to my growing satisfaction. Of course we introduced several other options but for me the "piece de resistance" was always to feel his semen being spurted in my entrails."
"After this period Will got a job with a government contractor to work in the construction of a mega-dam in the western region, several thousand miles from where we lived. At this time he began to send me letters. At the beginning he wrote about the loneliness and the boring life in a place faraway form everything. After that his letters became more and more sexual with detailed descriptions of the things he would like to make with me next time he was in town and to avoid problems I rented a post office box. I was very excited with each letter reading them hundreds of times."
"He used to come to town every sixty days for meetings at the company headquarters. And every time he was in town we used to do some of the things he described in the letters. In the beginning the letter arrived at an average of two per week but as time was passing they became scarcer. At my side I was getting tired of that situation: I used to live in perpetual state of arousal and with little gratification: after experience a man's tool inside my body the masturbatory sessions weren't enough to satiate my sexual compulsion."
"Eventually, my brother came to me and said he had something to tell: Will was seriously dating a secretary at the dam and had plans to marry her. Certainly for any woman the news would be a disaster or a tragedy but I received the notice with relief. It may sound odd but I never perceived the relationship with Will as a stage of something that would grow to another level. In other words I never saw us married or in permanent relationship."
"It was also at about the same time when I had an opportunity to get my sweet revenge against a cousin. This woman, some years older than my mother, was the 'family pain-in-the-ass', the kind of person that spends her life finding a way to nag people. She was the one that nicknamed Mom 'Rumpy' a malevolent reference to Mom's slightly larger than normal posterior. Talking about her a little, it is ironical what the passing times can do to a person: she was once a tall very seductive woman but after a difficult pregnancy, before turning thirty years, she looked a wreck."
"The poor woman probably had added around fifty pounds in less than seven years. Needless to say her husband left her to marry with another woman. This was a time when she was pregnant with her first son and doing very badly: After one interrupted pregnancy her physician had told her to stay in bed after the sixth month. Even so she was doing poorly and one weekend my Mother asked me to stop by her house and drop a gift off which she had bought for her niece. That particular day she was doing particularly bad and asked me to stay a little with her, while her husband went out for some shopping. I sat on her bed and we talked for sometime but soon she fell asleep as result of the medication she was taking."
"I sat back in the living room reading while waiting for her husband to come back. The guy arrived and invited me to stay for a coffee. We went both to the kitchen to brew the coffee and sat back in the living room. Under the excuse of not disturb his wife's rest he closed the bedroom door. We sat face to face and sip the coffee eat some cookies. It was when I noticed his stealth stares at my body. I had my legs crossed and certainly he was having an eye-catching view of my thigh partially covered by the stocking. Too bad that now days those sexy glimpses are gone with women's preference for pantyhose. It was when he started complaining about the problems they were facing."
"According to him my cousin was obsessed with the idea of having a child and after she lost the first one, she got pregnant again shortly after, against her physician advice and without completing the hormones therapy he had prescribed. When we finish I went to the kitchen to wash the cups, he stay leaned in the door threshold looking fixedly on me. I finished the chore and picked-up my purse to go, but at the door he asked when he could see me again."
"I will be back soon." Was my answer pretending innocence.
"No, I want to see you alone, far from here!"
"I believe your wife wouldn't like it very much if she came to know..."
"If neither of us tells, she never would know. What do you think?"
"I don't know. This was so sudden." Picking up on my responsiveness to his suggestions, he hugged me by the waist and we kissed. I reciprocated by opening my mouth and French kissing him. His next step was to raise my skirt and try to touch my pussy."
"You can do that; I'm virgin." Was my answer breaking the kiss. The disappointment was visible in face and before he had recovered from the surprise I added. "If you want, we can do from behind." He virtually dragged me to a second room he used as a home office. He leaned me over a desk, raised my skirt, lowered the panties and without foreplay he inserted his prick in my anal aperture. While he was pumping in my rectum I began to think about the irony. Here I was there, just few steps away, serving with my rump the husband of a person that once pejoratively called me 'Rumpy'. After finishing our crazy sodomy session I hurried back to home."
Loose Ends and a Tight Ass
While she had told her story I was playing quietly with my hands over her body. She was wearing another dress shirt that was some sort of Mom's "summer uniform", she always had several of them with slight variations on the basic structure: all front buttoned, sleeveless and knee high. I started unbuttoning from the top and soon she was sitting there with her breasts exposed since she wasn't wearing bra.
I lean over her chest and took one nipple in my mouth. Mom had fallen silent and the only sounds around were the raindrops falling on the roof. Without Mom's opposition to my actions I followed unbuttoning until the dress front was fully opened. A hand was swiftly slid underneath her panties and when I touched her cunt it was drowned in Mom's juices showing how excited she was just by remembering the story.
In spite of the darkness we were outside home and there was only a three feet high wooden fence separating the house from the street, besides which the small bushes weren't enough to hide us from an occasional passerby. In any case, it was a rainy night in a deserted area so the chances of someone seeing us were minimal. Once again Mom didn't objected when I removed her panties leaving her practically naked. My next movement was to open the fly and free my hard prick. I took hold one of Mom's hands and placed it over my pecker. She grabbed it gently squeezing the shaft. It was the first time Mom touched my penis.
"You never kissed it; why?"
"I don't know... would you like that?" Without waiting for my answer she leaned back her torso; I felt her lips gently touching the glands and she gave a little peck on the tip. She then began to gently poke my glands with the tip of her tongue. She did it for an endless time, I was beginning to believe that, such as my Dutch young friend, she wasn't enthusiastic about having a man's flesh pole inside her mouth. It was when she placed the lips in the tip of the knob and forcing the head down gradually opened them inserting my pole in her mouth. I would say she had half of my seven inches in her mouth when she eventually stopped.
Soon afterward she raised and lowered her head, shoving the pole as deep as she could take and withdrawing till she had only the knob inside her mouth. Conversely from my initial belief my mother had thoroughly mastered the art of oral sex! Combining her expertise with my high degree of excitement it didn't take too much time to me to feel that was in the verge of another powerful ejaculation. Feeling it Mom aimed the glands to the mouth of her roof so avoiding me to spill my jism in her throat and making her retch. Eagerly she drank my sap to the last spurt not wasting even a drop. When she had finished with her job Mom still remained for some time playing and sucking my flaccid maleness. When she raised the torso I kissed her in the mouth. I still could smell in her breath the unmistakable odor of sperm.
We decided that was better to bed since the lights weren't on and they believed the Electricity Company only would fix it after the storm was over. Naked in the bed Mom cuddle me and begun to rub her pussy against my thigh. It was when I realized how selfish I had been. Once satisfied I didn't take care in pleasing Mom!
"Why don't you help him in get hard again?" I whispered. Mom was ready and eager to have my semi-flaccid inside her mouth again. It wasn't necessary a great effort from Mom to turn my tool rock hard again. She slithered over my body and holding my dick with one hand directed it to her pussy and lowered the body, inserting my dick with a sole stroke of her body. I decided to reward all the oral pleasure I received from Mom so it was a long fuck, Mom moaned crazily with our groins grinding each other till I couldn't control my libido anymore and filled her womb with my hot cream. During that extended session she had orgasmed several times and then, both spent, we slept in each other's arms.
"Mom, what is the story of those photos?" I asked when we were at the beach one day, some days later. "After your father and I came to an agreement about the future of our relationship, I started dating other men. When Will was back in town, as usual he paid a visit to my parents. We had dinner together and I noticed Will's renewed interest in me. Of course he was smart enough to conceal it from my family, showing his feelings just to me, but only when my parents or my brother weren't paying attention. The flirting was increasing and in a certain moment I felt his barefoot lightly rubbing my leg underneath the table.
Problem was my brother had volunteered to take Will back to the hotel. When we were leaving he gave me the usual kiss in the cheek and whispered: "Call me at the hotel!" After getting back home and I called him. We talked for a long time and we set an encounter for the next day at the hotel. Well, we spent the whole afternoon having sex, this time not only oral and anal such as in the old times, but also vaginally as well. From that moment on we use to see each other about once a month when he was in town for meetings at his company headquarters.
He always liked photography and once he proposed to take some naked pictures. In the beginning I refused; I was afraid that during the development process someone would make copies, but he assured that he would do everything at the company's lab. The photographer was his friend and would give him access to the lab. When we started I only agreed to take photos not showing my face but after some time I stop being so cautious about that."
"How long did it last, I mean the photo sessions?"
"Around two years."
"Do you still meet him?"
"No, it ended up at the same time as we stop with the photo sessions."
"And why?"
"It just ended like many other relationships. On my side it was okay to meet him once a month, he was an excellent lover. The problems began when he came with odd ideas about some other kinds of photos and I didn't like them..."
"What do you mean by odd ideas?"
"First he suggested we may include another woman in the photo sessions, he was obsessed with lesbian stuff. After that he said that a friend of his and the girlfriend would like to meet us for sex sessions including photos. In the beginning I believed that it was just some sort of man's dream but his insistence was growing every time we met. I'm not against anything in sex; it is a matter of like or not. If you like it is okay, but in this case he was forcing a situation on me and besides would be very risky for me to involve others."
"After all I was a woman, married and living in the city. The last thing I want was a sex scandal, one thing is cheating your husband and the other one is being involved in this kind of kinky stuff. Eventually I decided to voice clearly my opposition; he was a little pissed but never mentioned it again. But it seemed that he was trying to make all his sexual fantasies true with me. In another occasion he ordered a bottle of wine and we drank it all. You know, I'm not used to drink so I was a little tipsy. In a moment he decided to take a picture of the bottle inserted... you know... there... in my pussy. I rejected it, we had a strong argument that ended up with me dressing up and running away."
"It was when I came to conclusion that our relationship was coming to a dangerous part of the tricky path. But there was an issue: the negatives. I insisted only to see him once again if he gave me the negatives. After some reluctance he did it. We met for a couple of times and finally the relation ended. At the time he had divorced from his wife and was deeply in love with another woman."
That evening there another question which kept turning over in my mind: it was about Mom's opinion on sex with many people at the same time; to be specific: orgies. I was trying to interpret what she meant by accepting unconventional sex activities. Was it merely her viewpoint on the subject or she had been involved in this kind of sex? But even with our growing intimacy I didn't feel comfortable in asking her about that yet. Up to that moment our conversations were oriented by what I had read in the letters so I wasn't sure about Mom's reaction on such invasion of her privacy. I decided to wait for a proper occasion to raise the question.
The remaining days at the peninsula were great. Mother and I continued these days of bliss, like a couple of newlyweds. We had sex in the mornings when we woke up, sometimes twice after the lunch when we took a nap together (usually the first fuck after lunch was anal sex) or sometimes at night, that was my favorite time. We spent the days on the beach and at night customarily we went to the city for dinner and after it strolled on the river-front or even along the beach.
Usually we behave like two young sweethearts kissing and petting until we couldn't stand anymore and rushed back home. Other evenings, after a light dinner at home we used to sit in the porch and like two sweethearts excite each other to the point we need to hurry to our room. When we had dinner in the small restaurant in the city we walked holding each other by the waist, exchanging kisses like the other loving couples around us.
After the previous conversation about the future of our relationship no one ever mentioned it again. Nonetheless I had already defined my action plan: once back home I would pretend that it was all over; but in the first opportunity I would try to be inside Mom's panties again. I was sure that if I accepted a loose relationship, without interfering in her affairs she would gladly accepted my sexual forays. And it turned out I was right.
The remaining days at the peninsula were absolutely the best I have in all my life. Mom told me that for her those were unforgettable days also. She confided she was feeling just like a girl again and if in the beginning she was a little cautious with my bold inroads, soon she had lost all her concerns and enthusiastically supporting and enjoying all kind of foolishness I was able to create. Some were merely sensual probes like the night in the city I unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress and after playing for some time with a nipple I exposed the tit and sucked it like a famished baby.
Eventually the day to go back home arrived. We were back at home one day or two before my father's return, which wasn't any surprise (Mom have told me about it) when his chief nurse, responsible for the overall coordination in the surgery room disembarked with him. They had a long lasting relationship, she was a divorced (Mom said she got divorced after starting the affair with daddy) a very interesting woman in her early thirties at the time.
Life kept its usual pace until the beginning of the school's New Year. I started my four year college time in a university at my own city and my parents decided that I should continue living with them, which was very convenient to me in all aspect. Of course with the first Friday my father traveled, Mom and I were again back in the bed together.
She really didn't want to have sex in her bed; since she was afraid my father would return early and catch us in the bed. The solution was simple: we went to my bed, somewhat narrow but safer than Mom's king-size bed. Pretty soon Mom started again "visiting her friends".
There was some embarrassment, at least in the first or second occasions, but my nonchalance helped a lot to move away her discomfiture. Twice a week I had classes the whole day so there were no big problems. Besides, right after the school year's beginning I got a part time job and I was at home only after 7:00 PM. Fridays' evenings, however, we used to spend together.
At my end I hadn't been successful with girls of my age: the truth of matter is I was looking for a girl with my mother's psychological profile: someone willing to have an intense sexual life without ties or long term plans. Of course the girls I knew were looking for a nice guy interested in share their lives with them. And of course this was in the far bottom of list of priorities.
It was in this period that two interesting facts happened: first my sister returned from Chile for the wedding of one of her best friends. Professional problems forced her husband to cancel his travel in the last minute so she came alone. Both for Mom and me it promised to be a damn boring week. With her around there was no chance for the two of us to have some fun together, nor out on our own.
The wedding took place on a Saturday and she would (thank God!) go back home on that Sunday immediately after. Friday I worked until late and arrived home around 9:00 PM after a stop with some friends in a single's bar. Feeling it wouldn't be my lucky night I went back home. Mom was sitting in the couch at the family room watching TV.
"Where is Sis?" I asked to Mom.
"She is out; her friend's family is offering a dinner for the close
friends."
I sat aside Mom and watch in silence the TV show. Mom was wearing a terry-cloth robe and still had her hair moisten. My excitement, boosted by the forced sexual abstinence, grew quickly and I put an arm over her shoulder. Mom silent response was to lean her body against my chest. She was very excited also since didn't object when I slithered a hand over her thigh. A bold finger was soon roaming under the panties leg hem and playing with her damp slip.
"Take off your panties." I whispered. In silence she raised the body from the couch and slip down the panties. I hastily managed to pull my dick out of the pants and opened the robe. There was no need for words, Mom quickly sat over my lap and shoved my swollen dick to the hilt in a sole stroke in her eager pussy. I held her tits while she sensually moved her hips. We were both highly excited and it didn't take too much to notice Mom's body shaking under the impact of a powerful orgasm. Me, I was spurting my load in the deepest part of her channel, directly into her uterus; cumming like there was no tomorrow.
It was one of those quick but highly enjoyable intercourse for both partners. We were still recovering from our delightful fuck when we heard the elevator stopping at our floor. The building was of high-end type, one apartment per floor and the solid oak front door was framed in a one-foot wide stained glass cadre. The lights automatically turned on when the elevator's door was opened and it was that signal which saved us from being caught by my sister. Mom jumped and rushed to her room while I rashly put my dick back inside the pants.
"Where is Mom?" It was my sister's first question, as she came in the living room. In a casual way I said that she probably was already sleeping since I had arrived not long before. My sister went to the kitchen, had some water and went to her room. I watched the news to its end to avoid suspicions and when I stood up and looked around I felt the blood freezing in my veins: over on the carpet, in front of the coffee table were Mom's panties! Imagine if my sister had come close to where I was sitting and had seen the evidence! What mess hitting the fan that would have been!
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Again this is a true story. As you can tell this as not written in my usual style. I only did a minimum of 'oediting', the words Allan's, based on his and his mother's reminiscences. Read, reread it and cum again, knowing that one of us at least lived the fantasy. Lucky Allan, lucky Allan's mom, lucky for us he wrote their story and shared it! Oediplex 8==3~
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