*** All characters are over 18. ***
As we lay there recovering, Mom told me her history and how what just happened had happened.
Mom said when she was in her early teens and on into college, she was frankly a slut. Not the girl that fucked and sucked everybody anytime, only that she went from guy to guy searching for the best fuck she could. Until the incident.
You see my Mom, Susan, Susie back then and now again as we lay together panting and cuddling. She had me call her that as I fucked her hard and deep. She loved both, which is how this story begins, but her history and how I came to be is the start.
When Mom was young, on the cusp of womanhood, she had begun appreciating boys earlier than her peers. She experimented with kissing. She said she tried kissing first with a cousin, Jerry, I think she said. She liked that and moved on to other boys in Middle school at this time, around 12 or so. She continued kissing until the boys got brave enough to begin touching her, and she them. Slow and tentative at first, neither knowing what they were doing yet. But they went from kissing and holding hands to groping and feeling each other up. The typical progression, most would say. Where Mom realized later she messed up is that word got around the boys that she was willing to fool around.
To her, she said, she just got more and more curious about everything sexual. By the time she was in high school, she was blowing guys. She said it was practice at the beginning, but she realized she liked it, too, a lot. Before her freshman year was over, she had had sex with four guys. All of them one-on-one. Her friends were just astounded that she would push it that far so quickly. She had a few friends who followed her example but slower and more restrained. Now, all these guys from then on through college were guys she was dating at the time, not just hooking up and getting fucked.
Things went badly for Mom in her Junior year of college. She had continued being a party girl and was a regular at many of the campus parties and some Frat parties. It was at one of those that Mom's life changed drastically. Early in the year, she had been dating some jock, and he had convinced her to try a threesome, her and two guys. They spit-roasted her and everything else a guy would do with a chick, she said. Blowing them both before each fucked her pussy then they moved to the spit-roast. She liked it well enough, she says, but it wasn't her thing. She also was done air-tight once. She didn't like that at all, she felt just used and didn't really get off. It was one of those three guys that caused the final backlash.
It turns out one of them was a target for a sorority sister, and when she heard he had banged mom, that pushed her over, and she plotted an evil, really evil, revenge on an unsuspecting Mom. Mom would find out most of the details later from a friend who had found out and was revolted.
Said sorority sister had gotten fake Birth Control pills and replaced Mom's with them. Then being all fake sweet and 'sisterly,' paired up with her for an upcoming party. Turns out, after a couple of drinks, she spiked Mom's drink with Rohypnol. Then, as it's taking effect, she leads her to a room where she is told a guy she had been eyeing was waiting. The reality was about ten guys were waiting, and they were told by the 'sister' that Mom wanted to try a gangbang. In short order, Mom was banged and then left leaking fluids from everywhere. She was found later by a real sister and helped back to the sorority. But the damage had been done. Not knowing she wasn't protected, they never thought of all the sperm inside her, they just cleaned up and went to bed.
Weeks later, when her period didn't arrive, she went to the pharmacy and got a pregnancy test. She was, of course, pregnant with me. It was shortly after that she found out how it happened. Her reaction was as you would expect. She found the sister who had set her up and confronted her in front of several other sisters. She ended up decking the bitch. Mom was brought before the college disciplinary board, but when the reason came out, she was warned and sent back to her studies with their apologies. The bitch was expelled, and the few guys that were ID'd by other people were suspended for two weeks and warned of any more trouble, and they would be expelled, too.
Mom had requested no police involvement as nothing could be proven at this late stage. She just wanted to move on. The college agreed that it would be a black mark on their institution's reputation.
Mom completed her Junior year and went into summer with a significant baby bump. I was born in August to a happy Mom by then. Her family supported her with the pregnancy and my birth, but mid-school year, a classmate accidentally blew up the cover story. When Mom's parents found out the truth, their attitude and treatment of Mom began to degrade and become very cold. By the end of college, they had perfunctorily shown up for her graduation, primarily because of me. Mom got a job offer after several unsuccessful interviews because they were told upfront she was a single parent and had time restrictions.
We moved away to her new job, and I have not seen my grandparents or any other family since then. They sent Christmas and birthday cards for a few years, but Mom would send them back with a polite, 'No Thank you.' The entire time I was growing up, she was always there for me and a terrific mother. She is excellent at what she does, whatever that is. I never really understood what that was when I was younger and wasn't interested when I got older to dig into it. Mom is happy and enjoys her work. That's what matters. She makes a good living, and we live comfortably, a solid middle-class family of two.
Because of the bitch sister's actions, Mom developed arms-length friendships with other women she worked with, never letting anyone too close. She would just tell them she had something or other with me to do and brush off any socializing. Mom also would not date, stating she was a mother and didn't have time. She was all about being a mom, and that was her focus when she was not at work. At work, she excelled and has been a successful department manager for ten years, likely to be promoted again soon. At home, she was almost the prototypical 1950s housewife minus the husband. We did have a couple of dogs along the way.
Mom would dress very demurely, longish dresses and skirts for work. Blouses with next to no cleavage, long sleeves, and the like, again, 1950s suppressed attire and attitude. Even her swimsuits were always one-piece and somewhat ugly. A few times, I had accidentally seen flashes of Mom in the shower or otherwise nude or semi-nude over the years. I always left Mom her privacy, excusing myself to go elsewhere until she was done with whatever he was doing at the time.
As it approached time for me to go to college, we discussed my options and interests. I had excellent grades and had gotten a split scholarship to play baseball at the local Big East University as a pitcher. Mom was so proud, but I could see a little fear, too. I assumed it was about me being away at college. I would find out later it was about a much different thought stream. To continue with my love of sports in general, my studies would be in Sports Medicine as a trainer and therapist.
Our home life changed the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years. It started slowly and was very innocuous in the beginning. As was our summer tradition, Mom and I would spend as much time swimming and being outdoors as possible. Sometimes, we would take trips to the beach, while others, we would head into the woods to go camping at a nearby campground. The more rustic, the better. Our one concession was that we had double-sized air mattresses and a four-person tent, and a shower was a must.
After attending college those two years, I noticed Mom had a nice figure, but it was all covered up by her unsexy one-piece swimsuit. So I bought Mom a new suit, a bikini, but one that covered more than most these days. She was surprised and shocked. It almost took an act of god to get her to wear it to the beach. It was a light blue, nearly the same color as the sky on that beautiful day at the beach. I put a good amount of sunscreen on her now whiter exposed portions. I took my time, rubbing it in and massaging her to help her relax.
We spent the day in and out of the water, applying sunscreen as needed. Maybe I should describe the two of us. I'll start with Mom since it's sort of her story. At 42, she is a picture of perfection, and no one who sees her believes she has a college-age son. She is a petite woman of 5'4" and maybe 110#. She has bright blue eyes under curly strawberry-blonde hair that she keeps cut shorter, not quite to her shoulders. When she smiles, she takes my breath away at the absolute joy there. It doesn't hurt she has the cutest dimples in her cheeks. Her figure is perfect for her size. Handful size breasts, of this I can confirm with joy. Mom's waist is trim, and her hips are soft and rounded, a perfect complement to her breasts and waist. Mom also works out reasonably often and does yoga. Unfortunately, she does all this in formless sweats.
As for me, I'm Kaden. I'm twenty, a tall, relatively lean guy with plenty of strength between light weight training and running. It's hard work throwing that pea at 80 mph to strike guys out. I only weigh 170# at 6' tall. I have my mom's strawberry-blonde hair, but mine is straighter, and my eyes are green. I kid her that she fits under my armpit when we walk together. She pretends to be put out but rarely can keep the slight smile away.
As I said before, we went to the beach often, and that first day in her bikini made me see her even more as a woman--not just my sweet and loving Mom. Even with the sunscreen, Mom got a slight sunburn, just enough to pink up her shoulders and back. That evening, I put Aloe vera lotion on her burn. She laid down on the floor in our living room for space and access for me. As I rubbed it in, I sat across the backs of her thighs for the best reach.
That was the beginning for me, I think, of my thoughts about my Mom as a sexual object. It started because I was able to get Mom to take off her top and lie facedown naked from the waist up. It made everything more accessible than when I had put on the sunscreen so as not to miss any areas, I reasoned. She was decidedly hesitant but eventually saw my reasoning. She covered up with a towel to take off her shirt while she made me close my eyes. I admit I peeked a little bit, and Mom was as beautiful as I had guessed. She still had perky breasts, showing no signs of sag with her age. Capped by very pink nipples that hardened slightly with the cooling from taking off her shirt, I guessed.
I rubbed the Aloe into her from the back of her swan-like neck down to the tops of her hips. I was gentle so as not to cause any extra friction on her sunburn. I don't think she realized it but Mom was moaning slightly as I worked it in. What she did learn, it caused me to get hard slowly, and eventually, my hard cock was pushed into her ass crack before I finished up and climbed off. She lay there for several more minutes, allowing the lotion to soak in more, she said. Truthfully, she had been turned on a bit, surprised, and trying to deal with those thoughts.
After a bit, she redressed and joined me on the couch. We cuddled up like usual and watched TV until bedtime. I went off first as I still needed to shower before bed. Afterward, I went to my room and jumped on my computer to check my social media and a few TikTok videos. A few of those videos got my motor running, and I switched to porn to rub one out. I didn't know at the time I hadn't gotten my door closed all the way.
Usually, when Mom goes into her room for the night, she is in for the night. That night, though, she realized she had forgotten to ask what I wanted to do the next day since it was my summer vacation and Sunday. I had a headset on to keep the noise from reaching Mom, so I didn't hear her door open again. She told me she padded up the hall those few feet to ask me about it. But when she got to my door, she accidentally got an eyeful.
I sat there stroking my significant endowment of 81/2" to a hot MILF, stuffing her pussy with a realistic rubber cock of a decent size. I mussed, I was bigger, but the woman wouldn't hear me. Mom saw my manhood, and she told me as we first explored each other how she came to be there. She also said she had to cover her mouth as a gasp nearly left her huskily. She admitted to watching for several seconds before retreating quietly back to her room.
The next day, we went to the park and did a little running before grabbing lunch. Afterward, we threw the frisbee around a bit, and even a few people joined us for a bit. Throughout the day, I would catch Mom giving odd looks and not understanding why. But I was checking her out, too. She had decided to wear some smaller and tighter clothes, at least compared to her usual stuff. She had on some cute but age-appropriate sweatshorts and a graphic t-shirt with Daisy Duck on it, the very picture of cute. I had on an Under Armor muscle t-shirt and running shorts.
Of the handful of folks who had joined us during our frisbee time, two of the guys asked if she was my girlfriend. I just grinned broadly and left the question unanswered. I told Mom as we headed home.
She giggled cutely and asked, "So what did you say?"
"Nothing. Knowing you'd love the question, I just had the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. They both grinned back, and I could see each thought the answer was yes, and I was tickled. You really are pretty cute, Mom. Nobody I know believed me the first time I told them you were my Mom, not my sister or girlfriend, just like those guys." Mom giggled again and quietly gasped, realizing my subtle compliments.
When we got home, we both had showers, Mom first. I began making dinner. I put some hamburger in a pan and started a meal of Hamburger Helper, adding my usual add-in to the Double Cheeseburger box, Mild salsa, to add a little zing to the mix. I got it to the simmer time when Mom hollered out that she was done. I let her know I started dinner and to stir the mix in about five minutes. I then hopped in my shower, putting on similar clothes when I got out. Mom wore her usual extra-long sleep shirt and her thick terrycloth robe.
Mom had thrown some veggies in the microwave and completed our meal with thick slices of French bread and butter. We each had milk with our meals. The conversation was light. We discussed the day in the park and my plans for the following week while she was working. I figured on time with some friends around the area who hadn't gone to college with me. Adding some downtime beating on my PC and Xbox games, plus working on my tan. She smiled and nodded.
Like the night before, we cuddled up on the couch and watched more TV, pre-primetime game shows, and then a movie from Netflix. As we cuddled, I began to notice Mom more, especially how warm and comforting she was, tucked in under my arm. As we watched the movie, I would glance over when she would laugh at the scene playing and smile at the sparkle in her eyes. At one point, I almost leaned down to kiss her but wasn't sure and didn't want to make it weird. Mom went to bed after the movie, and I stayed up to watch Sportscenter and followed her example, shuffling off to bed too.
A couple of times during the week, I got Mom to go to the beach for an hour after work and then make dinner together again afterward. Thankfully, she wore her new bikini without an argument those times. Her skin began to take on a light tan as well. She also seemed a little bit happier, and it made her come even more alive and truthfully sexier.
I had a beer date with some of my buddies that Friday night. I managed to catch the eye of a little hottie, but her friends dragged her out to another bar, and I ended up home alone later, but still a bit earlier than expected. I returned to my PC and another rub-out session. Mom was up and heard me come in and stumbled into another eyeful.
This time, she said she gasped out loud, but I didn't hear her again with my headphones on. She even slipped her hand down her front briefly before catching herself and slipping quietly back to her room. Now, twice, having seen my large, raging erection was stirring up old needs and wants. She touched herself for the first time in ages, she told me later.
In the morning, she was still thinking about my huge cock. Before she could come to her senses, she walked into the bathroom while I was showering. She dropped her robe and T-shirt to the floor and stepped into the shower with me. To say I was surprised would put it mildly.
Mom slid up to me and just hugged my wet body to her. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my lower chest. My cock immediately began to harden and slip between us as I leaned back to look into her face. A clear-eyed Mom looked back and then leaned up to kiss me solidly on the mouth. Her soft lips pushed onto mine, and in a couple of heartbeats, I was returning her kiss happily.
We began to make out in earnest as I slowly spun us around, sharing the flow of warm water over our bodies. Our height differences made it uncomfortable soon, though. So without thinking about it, I grabbed Mom gently by her ass cheeks and lifted her to me. She moaned into our kiss as my hands gripped her tightly. Her pubic bone began rubbing on my engorged cock, making me even harder. It didn't take long before I realized Mom's clit was rubbing on my cock, and a few short minutes later, she was having her first orgasm.
I held her tightly as she shuttered through her pleasure. When she finished, she broke our kiss and gasped in relief. I leaned back in, kissed her gently, and pulled back to see her steady gaze. I still held her up by her glorious ass globes, continuing to massage them slowly.
"Jesus, you kiss really well, Chance Honey," Mom says to me.
"You're pretty good too, Mom. Care for a bit more?"
She does not answer. She just puts her lips back on mine. We continue to make out until the water starts to turn cold. I reach back one-handed and shut the water off, the other still firmly holding Mom's ass cheek. To not drop her, I hitch her up a little bit on my chest, which grinds her clit even more on my steel-hard dick. Mom moans loudly, breaking our kiss.
I set her down, sliding her more on my cock intentionally to more moans and an, "Oh Fuck."
"Take me to bed, Chance. I have to have that monster inside me." After a quick wipe to keep from dripping water everywhere, I take Mom by the hand and lead her to my bed. I lay her down gently and then pause for a minute, taking in my Mom's truly exquisite body.
I need to be sure and ask, "Are you sure, Mom? We can't undo this once we go forward."
She doesn't answer again. She just opens her legs further and opens her arms to me. I lean in and kiss her hard with my arms on either side of her shoulders. She kisses me back just as fiercely. Rather than lying down on top of her, I start kissing my way down her body. I pay some attention to both breasts and nipples, but my focus is further down. I pause though at her pubic patch and inhale her scent. It wafts up strong and musky with a hit of sweetness. I plant a kiss right in the middle of that patch to a lusty moan from Mom.
Moving lower, I pulled back about a foot to see my Mom's pussy for the first time, and I hoped not the last. She was puffy and red with arousal. Her inner lips peeked from between those beautiful outer mounds. Her clit was standing at attention, completely exposed from beneath its hood. I kissed it with a firm, long pucker. Mom gasps at the contact and her hands are in my hair in a flash. I lick it with the tip of my tongue as I pull off to a louder moan.
I look into her half-lidded eyes as I extend my tongue and slip it into her slit, scooping her flowing juices into my mouth. I slip my tongue up and down her slit for several minutes, varying speed, depth, and pressure. In the end, Mom begins to shiver, and I push my tongue deep into her hole. She squeals loudly and cums hard, riding my face as copious juices slither from her, only to be slurped up gladly.
When her orgasm begins to recede, I slip back up her body, kissing her in reverse from my trip down. I spend a little more time languishing attention on her breasts and nipples. Just to see, I bite them gently and pull back some also. More loud moans and groans come from my mother--her enjoyment in her sounds and on her face. I arrive to a semi-glazed look in her eyes. She grins broadly before smashing her lips to mine.
As we kiss hotly, I slide the tip of my cock to her slit. I pause again, giving her one last chance to back out. Instead, Mom pushes her hips up, spreading her lips slightly, like a kiss on the end of my cock, hot and wet. I feel the tremendous heat coming from her and push my large cock slowly forward, pausing about each inch. Mom begins to moan continuously as her breath leaves her gasping.
When I bottom out, we stare into each other's eyes for almost two minutes without moving. We kiss a few tender pecks. Before long, though, Mom's tongue slithers from her mouth into mine, and we French kiss for another minute before she starts slowly gyrating her hips. I slowly begin to short-stroke into her, building to full-length strokes over the next three to four minutes. Once to full strokes, I stroke firmly, maintaining a good pace I know I can keep up for a long while.
Mom increases the force by beginning to meet my strokes after a few minutes. Her moans continue getting louder, as does the squishing sounds coming from her pussy. Before much longer, the slapping of my balls bouncing off her ass is added to the soundscape of our escapade. Two things begin to happen together in a few more minutes. I feel the tingling in my taint and a pulsing from Mom's pussy as her orgasm builds with mine.
Soon, Mom speaks for the first time since the shower. "I want it, Chance. Give me your cum. Fill your slut mother with your big beautiful load."
With that request, I pick up the pace and am soon feeling the cum rising rapidly up my shaft just as Mom's Pussy clamps down on my cock, trapping me inside. I cum with a bellow like from a moose, and Mom squeals her pleasure as she cums again, this time all over her son's cock and balls. Our combined juices spill forth. Mom shudders and shakes with her orgasm, her back arching high, lifting her ass off the bed. When she finishes, and her ass returns to the bed with a thump, it forces me in just that little bit more to another hot moan.
We lay locked together for a few minutes before I could slip off to the side. Pulling Mom with me, staying buried inside her for now, I cuddled her to my shoulder, and we both sighed deeply.
"You were terrific, Mom. I've never been with another girl or woman like that before."
"Call me Susie from now on, Chance."
"If that's what you want, sure. But why did you call yourself a slut, Mom? I mean, Susie."
"Because I am, or I was when I was Susie. It's how I ended up pregnant with you. So now that I'm fucking my own son, it's fitting I go back to Susie the slut, at least in your bed." She says the last as she looks up at me. "You want me in your bed, don't you, Chance?"
"God, Yes, Mom! I mean, dammit, Susie. But even if that was true then, it isn't now, so please don't say that anymore, Okay?"
"Only for you from now on, Honey. You can have me however you want. As long as you give me that big cock you're packin', I'll always be your slut." She then leaned up and kissed me hard, showing me how much she meant it.
"Okay, Susie. My slut. But that means I'm your stud, too, and the street goes both ways. If you want to try something new, you just need to ask. Or anything for that matter, whatever you want, I'm yours the same." I lean over and kiss her just as hard to prove I also mean it.
We both sighed deeply again and squeezed into each other tighter. By doing that, though, my depleted cock slips free from her pussy, and so does what feels like a gallon of our combined cum. We laugh happily and, looking at the mess, just shake our heads.
"Looks like we need another shower. Wanna join me, Susie?"
"Absolutely. My studmuffin. Lead the way." I roll out of the bed and lend Mom a hand getting out. Both of us are covered in our cum. Even more leaking from Susie's pussy.
Susie even squishes while walking as we step over to the shower, and we laugh again. We kiss and caress through an abbreviated shower compared to earlier. When we step out clean, we dry off completely this time. Then Susie takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom. We climb in together and lay there quietly at first before Susie tells me the truth of her past and my history, as well as the mistreatment by her parents. Finally, telling me how she decided that keeping me was the right thing to do. Also, how and why she turned herself into a 1950s housewife to deter herself and any potential suitors. That's when she told me the most surprising part.
"I haven't had sex since that night I got pregnant with you, Chance. You were my first in more than twenty years. It was worth the wait, though."
After the initial surprise, I leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
"I love you, Momma Susie."
"I love you too, my studmuffin, Chance."
I then pulled her into me snuggly, spooning her, and we drifted off to sleep in our new relationship.
