Incest/Taboo Joanna Has What I Need

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist solely in the story and in my imagination. Enjoy!

I unlocked the door to my room and went inside, turning on lights as I went. Nothing impressed me. It was a hotel room just like the million others out there. It had a king-sized bed and a dresser with a television bolted down to it. The bathroom/shower compartment was as plain and sterile as they all were. I unpacked my bag, hanging up shirts and pants. From my backpack, I pulled out the latest King novel and set it on the bedside table. I pulled out the large manila envelope from my backpack and started to undo the clasp again, but then hesitated and dropped it on top of the bedspread.

I pulled back the heavy curtains, allowing what little natural light the overcast day had to offer into the room. Early October in Ohio...cool, breezy and cloudy with yellow and reddish leaves skittering across the parking lot. Three floors down, I could see the little Japanese rental car I'd picked up at the airport. With the sun hidden behind the clouds, it was hard to guess the time of day and adding to the mystery was that I was three time zones behind California time. It had been a long flight in from San Diego and I'd had little rest over the last few days...ever since that damned envelope had come in the mail. A glance at the room's alarm clock told me it was almost 4:00 in the afternoon. I imagined I still had a few hours.

I picked the envelope up again and brought it over to a lumpy, armless chair by the window. Undoing the clasp, I shook out its contents. They hadn't changed...still three photographs with lurid, pornographic shots of a woman and three men...the lewdness perhaps accentuated by being black and white shots rather than color.

The first photo showed a lush bodied mature woman getting fucked by three men – hard cocks buried in her pussy, up her ass, and balls deep in her mouth – her face obscured by her hanging locks of darkish hair. The second picture showed that the woman with her face screwed up in pain and pleasure, being double penetrated by two guys while a third was ejaculating thick streamers of semen in her face. The third picture showed the same woman naked and spread-eagled on what I recognized as my parents' old four poster bed with the contents of all three men's dicks covering her face and tits...my mother's face and tits.

Although I hadn't seen her in seventeen years, as soon as I looked at the second photograph, I had instantly recognized my mother – not looking quite as old as I had expected. Mom looked happy in those pictures. She looked happier than she had ever been those last three years I'd been at home.

Mom had definitely changed. Those were still Mom's huge, out there in your face tits although I had never before thought of them in a sexual way until I looked at those pictures, but she'd tightened up her body. Mom still looked a little thick through the middle, but there was a certain muscular definition to those legs and arms, and that ass looked rock solid! I tried to remember Mom's age, recalling that Mom had been seventeen when she'd had me and I was now thirty-three. It was a bit of shock to realize Mom was now fifty years old.

On the back of the last photograph was printed in block letters, "JOANNA IS WORKING AT THE STEP RIGHT INN." I remembered the place, a slightly rowdy tavern situated on the outskirts of my hometown. Joanna was my mother's first name. Obviously, someone wanted me to know that something was terribly wrong with Mom. Who that might be, I didn't have a clue. The envelope was postmarked as coming from my hometown, but it had no return address and addressed to me in the same plain block letters that were on that last graphic picture.

I studied the pictures again for maybe the hundredth time. The men, from what I could tell were younger than me and didn't look familiar. The photos held me though as I studied my mother's naked body and the sheer wantonness and joy of her expressions. It was my mother as I had come to remember her...the image of the woman of my memories made real even if I knew those memories were more or less false...or at least unproven. Even more troubling was the fact that looking at my mother engaged in such hedonistic sexual behavior had triggered a definite male response in me each and every time I had looked at them.

I slipped the photographs back into the envelope and tossed them back onto the bed, trying to ignore the erection in my pants even as I tried to sort out my feelings about Mom...feelings I thought I had buried deep never to be resurrected again...

My old man died when I was thirteen. It had been a sudden death...a heart attack at age thirty, and it had shattered me and my mother. He had been my best friend. Being a young teenager, it never really occurred to me how bad his death had to have been for my mother. They had been together since they'd met in high school and had married when they were seventeen and Mom was pregnant with me. Dad had worked in a local tool and die shop and Mom had been a housewife. We weren't rich, but we'd gotten by. Mom and Dad were happy together.

After his death, I quickly decided that my mother had turned into the worst shrew in the world. Mom was forever harping on me to improve...get better grades, get better friends, have better goals...on and on and on, she never seemed to cease nagging me. Even worse was that within six months of Dad dying, Mom began to go on dates again. These were awkward events for her as she had had little experience in dating at all since she and Dad had been each other's only sweethearts. Mom never brought her dates home and I had no proof as to whether she was sleeping with any of her "dates." Still, I decided as a "worldly and knowing" teenager that Mom was a "unfaithful to my father's memory" whore.

At least that was the perspective of an angry teenager who missed his dad and couldn't see the pain his mother was experiencing. I never considered how tough it was for Mom who suddenly found herself forced to be the breadwinner, paying the bills and making sure the mortgage was paid or how lonely she might have been. I was even scornful of her taking a job as a waitress at the local coffee shop, assuming she had done it to get out and meet more men rather than that she was trying to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads without the benefit of marketable skills.

When I was sixteen, after a raging argument with Mom, I told my mother that she was a whore and that she and my stupid hometown were out of my life forever. I swiped money from her rainy day cookie jar and took the next bus for the West Coast. I swore never to look back – to cut Mom and her shrewish and whorish ways out of my life altogether. Sad to say, now I couldn't have told you the specifics of our argument even if my life depended on it. What can I say...I was your typical teenage asshole.

Years passed. I had to grow up real fast, never having considered how difficult it was to be on one's own, especially for a stupid under-aged kid, but after a few lean years I got my shit together...getting my high school diploma in a night school and I even managed to put myself through college. Once I got out, I landed a good job as a computer analyst and in general, did everything my mother had been after me to do to begin with.

Still, I never grew tired of being angry at my mother. Mom tracked me down of course, but I learned if you ignore enough letters and phone calls, eventually everyone will leave you alone. I pretended not to hear the pain in Mom's voice as she pleaded with her only child to talk to her, but I would hang up the phone without saying a word. Mom's efforts slowly diminished and finally came to a halt. In my still immature anger, I felt pleased that I'd gotten my way. You'd think I would have been happy, but the anger never seemed to fade...even as I let my adult life take over and the memories of that time began to fade.

Then the envelope with those photographs arrived. The next few nights were sleepless ones. Images of my mother being gang fucked drifted through my mind again and again. That last picture of her smiling at the camera, ropes of thick semen dripping off her face, her tongue sticking out, showing a mouthful of cum, kept appearing in front of me. Questions of how Mom came to be in those pictures, doing and apparently enjoying those acts haunted my thoughts.

My memories informed me that my mother had been a shrill harridan and that she had acted like a whore, I'd never seen anything that had actually supported that supposition. I just couldn't reconcile my memories of Mom with those images of the wanton and I had to admit, beautiful slut in those pictures.

I was surprised with how much it bothered me. I thought I had all but erased Mom from my mind and heart, holding on only to remnants of my teenage anger, unreasonable and immature though it was. I had always assumed that I would never see her again and when the day came when I got the news that she'd passed away, I'd just shrug and go on with my life. But I couldn't quite get my mind around this new image of my mother. It troubled me and for the first time I really began to wonder what the last seventeen years had been like for my mother. Had her life improved? Had it been hard? How had my dowdy mother, the epitome of nagging shrews everywhere become the woman in those lewd photographs? After a couple of days, I knew I had to go home and find out what was going on.

I had plenty of vacation time available, so the next morning, I called my supervisor and told him I had a family emergency and by early afternoon I was sitting in this hotel room on the outskirts of the town I had grown up in.

As dusk approached, I left my room and climbed into my little rental. I drove around a while looking at old landmarks, even passing by Mom's home – dark and apparently no one at home – the old Craftsman house still looking much as I had remembered it from all those years ago.

Finally, I headed towards Mom's supposed workplace. After a couple of wrong turns, I found the Step Right Inn, still a seedy looking brick and cinderblock tavern that catered mostly to the working class people of the city. The gravel lot hosted maybe a dozen or so cars that were illuminated by a blinking street-side sign that announced that they had billiard tables and "Happy Hour from 4-5 P.M."

Trying not to show how nervous I was, I walked inside like I'd been doing it for years. It was your basic working class bar just like I remembered. Neon beer signs in the windows and a smattering of tables sandwiched between the long, oaken bar and the juke box with pool tables in a raised area in the back. I took a table at the end closest to the door, one that gave me a good view of the place.

And then there Mom was, walking straight at me from the pool tables. My stomach began to do flips as I watched her approached. What would I say? What would I do? I could feel the old resentments begin to bubble up, but at the same time, a feeling of homesickness swept over me and most surprising and maybe embarassing of all – I felt a stirring between my legs as I responded physically to her. I couldn't believe it. My cock was growing hard because of my mother!

Mom was wearing a tight denim miniskirt and a peasant blouse worn low off the shoulders to draw emphasis to her huge tits. Her legs were muscular and shapely, accentuated by high heels and her hips swayed in a way that had me looking forward to seeing her walk away. A great, unruly mane of streaked brown hair only added to her sensuality. She strode up to me with the sexy confidence of a woman who knows that every man who sees her has but one thought regarding her.

I took a deep breath as I braced for our first meeting in seventeen years, but was thrown almost speechless when she produced an order book and casually said in a smoky voice, "What'll it be, stud?" She gazed down at me with a look that said, "Yeah, I know you'd give your left testicle to fuck me, what else is new?"

Recovering, I muttered, "Whatever you have on draft."

Mom replied, "Run a tab?" I nodded. "Back in a minute, stud," she said, tossing me a sexy wink. I watched her shapely ass swinging as those long, muscular legs carried her away, completely stunned. Mom hadn't recognized me, her own son! As I waited for the beer, I pondered this, finally perceiving how much I'd changed. Seventeen years had added weight to a string bean adolescent frame, my face had filled out, and with my trimmed mustache and beard, there wasn't a whole lot left that resembled that angry sixteen year old from so long ago.

When Mom brought me my beer, she stuck around and made a little small talk, mildly flirting like any waitress would, hoping for a big tip. She slipped into the empty chair opposite me and leaned forward on her forearms, giving me a great view of her big tits, unfettered by a bra. "I'm Joanna," she said introducing herself. "What do I call you or do you prefer 'Stud?' She gave me another little wink that made my cock throb beneath my jeans.

I stammered a moment, a little distracted by her flirting and by the tremendous sight of her breasts she was offering up. "Finally I managed to say, "Um, I'm John.

Mom laughed and said, "Oh, I know a whole hell of a lot of Johns. I meet Johns every night! Hell, I've even got a son out west somewhere in California named John." She rolled her tongue over her lips provocatively and added, "I never met a John I didn't like."

Mom gave me another wink and then stood up as another customer called out her name. "If you need anything, anything at all, you just give a call for Joanna, sweetie," Mom said as she headed off towards other customers. "Joanna's got just what you need."

Apparently, Mom had what a lot of men needed. As the evening passed, I watched her work the tavern, flirting with every swinging dick in the room. She wasn't shy with providing looks down her blouse, and didn't seem to mind the occasional hand that would slide up her leg and cup an ass cheek. She took any opportunity to rub those knockers against any man, including myself. I felt my cock throb as it hadn't since I was a teenager as I felt Mom's tits flattening against my back and shoulder as she brought me fresh beers, leaning over from behind to set them down, a naughty little smile on her face that let me know she did it on purpose. I was mesmerized! Mom was fifty years old, looked thirty-five and acted like a twenty year old nymphomaniac!

At ten o'clock , Mom brought me my check, saying that she needed to clear it off as she was going off shift. I was shocked to hear myself say in a casual voice as I handed over my tab plus a generous tip, "You're done for the night, Joanna? Made any plans?" I had no idea why I had asked her that. I had debated about revealing my identity to her all evening, but at the same time had given equal consideration to just packing up and going home now that I knew she appeared all right.

Mom let her lips purse into a pout and shook her head. "Sorry, sweetie, but those two stud-muffins over there beat you to it." She nodded towards the door, where two men in their early twenties were waiting, casting anxious looks our way.

"Oh well, maybe another time," I said, my voice full of an emotion I hadn't expected. Could it be that I was feeling disappointed?

Mom stared down at me, scratching the exposed portion of her right breast absently as she considered me – a speculative gleam in her eye. "Tell you what, darling," she said. "I get off at nine tomorrow night. If you're really interested in Joanna, meet me here a bit before I get off." She gave me another of those cock stirring winks and added, "And then maybe we can both get off!"

"Sure, um – Joanna, I'd love that." I replied, sounding more excited than I wanted to show. I felt like I'd fallen into some weird, feverish dream. Had I just made a date with my mom?

"And brings lots of money, John, 'cause I'm not cheap. You okay with that?" Mom said, studying my face for my reaction.

I had to swallow before I could answer. Money? Mom was fucking for money? "Yeah, Joanna. I can't wait." I replied in a raspy voice, trying not to sound shocked. She smiled, stuck her tongue out at me, winked, and headed off to her...what should I call them – friends or customers?

Suddenly, I was mad with curiosity to find out more about who and what my mother was. I left and headed back to my car, ears burning at laughter from elsewhere in the bar, Mom's laughter. I waited in my rental until I saw her leave the bar and then pull out in a small red sports car, followed closely by a Jeep. I followed at a distance, until I realized she was heading back to her house – back to my childhood home.

I parked nearby and strolled down my old street, sticking to the shadows until I reached Mom's house. Standing under an old Oak, I watched her house for activity. From a window on the side of the house, a light went on – Mom's bedroom if I remembered correctly. Looking around to make sure no one was out and about on the sleepy, deserted street, I crept through the grass up to the house under cover of darkness. Carefully, I raised my head and peeked inside Mom's window, hoping I was hidden by the shadows.

Mom was kneeling on the bed, on a quilt my grandmother had made. She still had on her miniskirt, but her blouse was gone and one of the young guys was fondling her big, surprisingly firm tits and nuzzling her neck, while the other was handing her money. Mom counted it, then rose up and gave him a long, deep kiss on the mouth, his buddy never letting go of her breast. Tossing the money on her dresser top, Mom ended the kiss and proceeded to tug his polo shirt over his head and kiss her way down to his pebble hard nipples which she proceeded to lick with her tongue – a tongue I never realized was so long. Mom then unzipped his fly, took his semi-hard dick out and slipped it between her full and luscious lips.

Thunderstruck, I watched as my mother proceeded to suck one cock and then the other. Her head bobbed furiously as she sucked their dicks like she was starved. When both cocks were wet and hard, Mom dropped a hand to the waistband of her skirt and did something and it fell away, leaving her wearing only thong panties. The man who had paid her ran a hand over her breasts and then slipped it down across her rounded belly and then under the elastic band of her thong, his fingers working furiously as he probed her slit.

Mom closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face as she leaned against the other guy, kissing him while the first guy fingered her. I had to restrain a moan as I watched her nipples, round like nickels, swell and lengthen. Mom ended the kiss and said something to them and the one fingering her suddenly ripped her thong apart. I let out a quiet groan as I got a good look at my mother's cunt. In the photographs, she'd sported a neatly trimmed bush, but now, Mom's pussy was clean shaved, completely hairless – her labia blossomed like an erotic lily and shiny with her juices

Mom laughed and went down on all fours, wiggling her ass at her customers. One, vigorously stroking his erection climbed up behind her and took her from behind while she began sucking the cock of the other guy. They proceeded to fuck Mom with the energy and vigor that only young men seemed to possess. Every so often, she'd had her men switch, laughing as she would go down on the other, his dick dripping with her juices. She would lick the cock clean and then smack her lips and even through glass I heard her moan more than once, "Goddamn, I taste good!"

Both young men came at about the same time, both spraying her face with thick ropey strands of semen. Mom eagerly lapped up their sperm, scooping it up with her fingers and then letting it drip into her open mouth. When she was finished, she proceeded to give them both head again. As she sucked them off, they played with her open pussy and those magnificent tits, nipples swollen up and standing out a half inch. Watching Mom slide her full red lips up and down their shafts was becoming too much. I fished my own hard and throbbing cock out of my jeans and began sliding my hand up and down my aching shaft, trying to match her up and down rhythm.

When both were hard again, Mom straddled one and sank her pussy slowly down around his cock. Mom leaned forward and then reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide. The other customer maneuvered in and pressed his fat dick, dripping with Mom's saliva, against her backdoor. As he penetrated her brown hole, Mom let out a scream that set the neighborhood dogs to howling, her face screwed up in that intense expression of pained, but joyful orgasm I'd seen in the photographs.

As she screamed, I completely lost control and shot my wad up against the side of her house, splattering thick streamers of spunk on the siding. Exhausted, my head reeling from the wild scene inside the house where I grew up and my own unexpected arousal at it, I zipped up and staggered away, my ears full of the cries and moans of my mother crying out, "Mhuuhh, fuck me, fuck momma good. Give that good dick to Joanna."

I drove back to my hotel across town, the exhaustion of the long trip and from little sleep the last few nights catching up with me. I showered and tumbled into bed unable to get the disturbing images of my mother out of my mind. The images followed me into sleep as my dreams that night were filled with visions of Mom naked, legs spread wide so I could see her tender pink meat. Her smoky voice hissing, "C'mon, fuck me. Joanna's got just what you need!

I woke up, feeling cranky and tense. I found a little coffee shop, had breakfast, my face burning with embarrassment whenever anyone looked at me. My thoughts, filled with nasty images of my mother, were so intense, I felt like they were etched on my face for all to see. I went back to my hotel room, tried to sleep a little more and ignored the urge to masturbate. That afternoon, after showering, as I shaved, I looked at the face in the mirror and saw the struggle of emotions on my face.

"You want to fuck her, don't you, John?" I said to myself. I studied my appearance until finally I smiled at my image and nodded. "Yeah, I want to fuck my mother. I want to fuck Joanna something awful and give her what she needs." Butterflies born of nervousness were suddenly muted as my spoken admission of forbidden desires somehow muted my nerves...at least somewhat. Now I felt the nervous sensations of a man about to go on a date with a woman hitherto considered unattainable. There was also an underscoring of something naughtier...as if I was getting one over on my mother – the ultimate trick on the woman I had hated for so long.

Nine o'clock couldn't arrive fast enough for me. I made my way to the Step Right Inn a little before eight o'clock. Mom noticed my arrival and was on me before I could make my way to a table. "You came back, John!" she cooed, putting her arm through mine and walking me to an empty table. "I wasn't sure you would, but I'm so happy you did!"

I blushed, suddenly feeling like a school kid being fawned over by his first crush. I felt my cock, already semi hard, begin to grow. "I'm been counting the hours, um, Joanna," I murmured back.

Joanna looked carefully at me, nodding her head as if for reassurance. "So...we're good for later? You'll be waiting for me at nine?"

"Oh yeah, Joanna. I'll be waiting!" I replied.

She gave me a grin that sent my cock to full erection even before she leaned in and whispered. "I can't wait, John. Joanna's got exactly what you need!" before giving me a little kiss and lick on the lips. She presented me with another one of her sexy winks and hurried off to fetch me a beer. I sat down at my table quickly before the whole place noticed the raging hard-on I was now sporting!

For an hour, I sipped beer and watched Mom hustle drinks. She was wearing a low cut, wine colored sweater dress that barely reached her crotch. She was goosed a dozen times that hour as men let their hands disappear under that short skirt. I watched her with growing lust and each time she was groped, Mom seemed to give me a glance to see if I approved or disapproved. I always gave her a smile and got a pleased smile in return. Knowing I was going home with her and knowing she was the object of so much lust somehow made it all seem the more exciting.

Her work shift finished, she came straight over and leaned down and into me, giving me a kiss that had plenty of tongue. "All day long I was hoping you'd be here, tonight," she giggled. "Let's go somewhere more private." I stood up and we walked out, her arm through mine, rubbing a heavy tit against my upper arm. I couldn't help but take a little pride in noticing several envious looks from other men in the bar. I wondered how many had made the trip home with my mother. Even that thought excited me.

Outside, she pointed to her little sports car and said, "Follow me to my place, John." She ran a hand lightly over my crotch. "Start thinking about what you really need from Joanna," she said as she climbed into her ride. As she sat, her sweater dress pulled up and I could see her thong panties molded to her mound. The silky looking material was soaked and clung to her labia like a second skin. Mom noticed my hungry stare and took her time climbing in – giving me a long look at her panty-clad cunt.

As I followed her, the sane and rational part of me tried to get me to think about what I was doing. This was my mother...the person I had spent years hating and now I wanted to fuck her! Reason argued about what would happen when and if she found out who I really was. Would it be her turn to banish me from her life? Of course, a hard dick always overrides any reasonable argument. I wanted my mother. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted a woman in all my life. I recognized that there were a lot of issues wrapped up in this. I understood that I wanted her because she was a damn fine looking woman – that she was a complete and utter slut – and because and maybe this was the key reason, because she was my mother. All three reasons were mixed together. It didn't matter. One way or another, I was going to have Joanna. I was going to have my mother!

No sooner did I step into my old living room for the first time in eighteen years, when Mom pulled me over to the couch and pushed me down. Mom then proceeded to curl up in my lap and begin a French kiss that lasted ten minutes. She wiggled and moaned appreciatively as she felt my long stiff penis throbbing under her ass.

Finally, Mom broke the kiss and said, "God, you feel nice and hard. Stud, lets get down to business so we can get to the fun."

Barely able to speak after the tongue twisting kiss my mother had laid on me, my heart pounding a mile a minute, I replied, "Whatever you say, Joanna."

"Okay, John, it works like this." Mom said, wiggling her money maker against my cock. "You want Joanna to suck that big ol' thing in your pants, it'll be fifty bucks. For a hundred, I'll let you put that thing in my sweet pussy and you'll think you died and went to heaven. For two hundred, you can fuck my hot, tight asshole. I bet you'd like that!" She giggled and rubbed herself against me. In my ear, she whispered, "And for three hundred, you can spend the night and I'll rock your world!" Mom's tongue then flicked out and probed my ear.

I reached into my pants pocket and pulling out my money clip, didn't hesitate a second in peeling off three pictures of Ben Franklin. I folded them up and stuck them down between her heaving breasts. "I wonder what you'd do for four hundred dollars?" I stammered.

With a sultry look that almost made me cum in my pants, Mom replied with sexy confidence, "I'd fuck you to death." She slid out of my lap and knelt at my feet. "Okay, stud. Let's see what you're hiding from Joanna." Mom quickly pulled of my socks and shoes and then expertly undid my belt and tugged my underwear and jeans off. My hard-on sprung out to wave at her, so stiff it almost slapped against my belly like I was a teenager again.

"Oh my God," Mom cried. "This is a monster dick!" She stroked it with one hand, the other caressing my balls. "I should be paying you to fuck me with this lovely thing!" my mother cooed as she ran her hand up and down my shaft, her touch making me tremble with pleasure. Her brown eyes watching me, Mom dipped her head and took me in her mouth, barely able to take my swollen cock. Her tongue danced over the head of my penis, fluttering and then licking. The tip of her tongue gently wormed its way into my piss-hole and I thought I might pass out.

"Joanna, oh. That's fucking unreal," I moaned as she continued to lick my dick. Mom let my dick slip out of her talented mouth so she could run her tongue up and down my shaft. Up and down she polished my dick, tonguing my balls and that little sensitive place just behind them, and then back up to suck me once again. She opened wide as if to devour me and then proceeded to do just that. My cock is big and very thick and I'd never experienced true deep throat till that moment.

Somehow, my mother managed to take me all the way down her throat. I felt my dick bump into her gullet, her throat constricting around my throbbing member. Then Mom was bobbing her head up and down quickly, her tongue dragging itself over my dick. I could feel my orgasm nearing. In a dim part of my brain, the knowledge that my mother was an experienced and accomplished cocksucker was registered and acknowledged. Try as I might, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mo...Joanna, I'm going to cum," I gasped as my body quivered from the intensity of the pleasure animating from my dick. Mom pulled back just in time for me to spray my load across her face, splashing hot sperm all over her mouth and nose. A second burst sprayed her from forehead to tits. She placed my cock on her tongue, collecting the rest of my gushing load as she massaged my dick with her hand. When I was done, she took my semi-erect member and used it to wipe the semen from all over her face towards her hungry mouth.

Mom leaned back and smiled up at me, licking the last of my thick cum off her lips with a tongue I didn't remember from my childhood as being so nasty and sexy. "Mmmm, that was tasty," Mom said, sounding like the cat that swallowed the canary or at least had eaten the canary's sperm.

Standing up, Mom turned around and said, "Unzip me, Stud." I stood up and pulled the zipper down while Mom ground her ass against my naked crotch. My half-erect dick gave a twitch. She let the dress drop and pool at her feet, revealing a tight ass, a g-string thong disappearing in the crack of her ass. I let my hands roam over her tight butt cheeks, trying to remind myself that I was feeling up my own mother.

I moved my hands up and around to cup her weighty breasts. At age fifty, they were still firm, sagging only a little. I wondered if she'd done something to tighten them up and decided it didn't matter. I was holding my mother's huge tits and that was all that was important. Nipples the diameter of nickels and sticking out half an inch, begged to be twisted and pulled, which I did as I nuzzled her neck and tongued her ear.

"Yesss, my baby's horny," Mom moaned as she ground herself against my rapidly recovering cock. "Let's move this party on to bed." Taking my dick in hand, Mom led me out of the living room, down the hall, and then to my surprise, passed up her own room and led me into my old bedroom. It looked just as it had when I left eighteen years ago – posters and pennants on the wall as I had left them. Pictures of Mom and me and of Dad and me sat on the night stand with more on the dresser bureau opposite the bed itself. Mom turned around. "Let Joanna have a good look at you, Stud." She looked my body over and frowned when she saw that my dick hadn't fully recovered yet.

"Joanna needs a stiff dick, John. But don't worry; I've got a cure for that." Mom motioned me to the bed. "Get on your hand and knees, baby." Obediently, I climbed up on the bed. Mom got behind me and ran her hands over my ass. "Nice butt, Stud!" Mom giggled as she slapped my butt before she spread my ass cheeks. I jerked a little as Mom pressed her face into my ass and stuck her tongue against my bunghole!

Mom wriggled her tongue against my hole and pushed it in. My mother was rimming my ass! My heart raced as I realized there wasn't anything this woman would not do! Her hands eased around and began stroking my dick. My hands dug into the bedspread as Mom wormed her tongue deeper into my asshole. This was a sensation I had never before encountered. This was possibly the kinkiest thing anyone had ever done to me and the person doing it was my mom! My dick grew until I thought I would burst.

Finally, Mom withdrew, slapped my ass playfully and climbed up on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her hairless mound was now naked and glistening with her arousal. At some point while rimming my ass, Mom had shed her G-string. "C'mere, John. I wanna get fucked. I want that big, fat cock deep inside my hot pussy."

Trembling like a school boy getting laid for the first time, I climbed on top of my mother, resting my naked body on hers. Mom's stiff nipples rubbed across my hairy chest, my cock lay length-wise along her moist, slick slit. The heat coming from her pussy was unreal. Her pussy lips seemed to be massaging my shaft. She hunched herself against me. "Fuck, you're so big, baby. Where have you been all my life?" I cannot describe how wonderful it was to have Mom's feverish and wet flesh rubbing against my cock.

I couldn't answer as I was sucking and biting an engorged nipple, my right hand squeezing and pulling the other one. I felt her hand slide between our bodies and grasp my cock and rub it up and down her slit. I let her tit slip from my mouth and looked up at her – eyes locked in a hungry gaze as I realized the moment had come. I hunched against her and suddenly my cock was sucked into a clasping, tight furnace. Mom squealed as my shaft sank deep into her pussy. The fit was perfect! It was like slipping into a moist, hot glove, perfectly made for my cock.

As we began to bump nasties, Mom began to babble. "Yes, fuck Joanna, baby. You fuck Joanna sooo damn good. That big cock was meant to be in my wet pussy. Do you like Joanna's pussy, John? Do you know where we're fucking? This is my son's room, did you know that? Isn't that naughty? Joanna likes fucking studs on her boy's bed! Yesss, harder, baby! Get all of that big dick in me! Fuck Joanna harder!"

Mom was twisting and turning under me, thrusting her cunt up to meet my thrusts. Her muscular legs came up and wrapped around my ass, trying to keep me as deep in her as possible. I felt fingernails tear across my back, drawing blood. "Fuuuck me, John! Fuck me on my son's bed. Do...do you think that makes me badddd? Uuuggghhh, maybe I wanna fuck my son! Does that...yes, such good cock...make me bad?"

Mom flailed out with a hand and grabbed a small framed photograph off the bedside table. She thrust it in my face. It was a picture of her and me, taken on a camping trip when I was barely a teenager – taken just before Dad died. My arm is draped over her shoulder and her arm is around my waist and we both looked really happy. "Ain't he a handsome stud? What mother wouldn't want to fuck a good looking son like that?" Mom writhed underneath me, her pussy a molten volcano of grasping lust. "Tell me the truth, John. Would you fuck your mother if she was like me? Is it wrong to wanna fuck my son?"

I looked into my mother's face. She was biting her lip, face twisted with pain and lust and love, staring at me, waiting for my answer. I understood at that moment that she knew who I was – that she had known all along. "Joanna...Joanna...Mom," I gasped. "Did you send me those pictures?" As I finished speaking, I drove my cock deep into her sodden cunt as hard as I could.

"YESS!!" she screamed. "Fuck me, John. Fuck your mother with all your might! Give Mom all that nasty, motherfucking dick!" Mom exploded into the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I'd never seen. Every other thrust into her sopping wet cunt seemed to bring on another orgasm. Mom had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, grinding her cunt against my cock, trying to make us become one orgasmic beast.

Her pussy walls began to spasm - squeezing my dick so hard. I struggled not to cum, but I had no choice, overwhelmed by the intense reality of being in the moment of fucking my mother...of her knowing and allowing her son to bury his aching hard-on inside her. As the motherfucking orgasm of all time detonated in our joined loins,. I bit down on a nipple as Mom's hands grabbed my ass cheeks, pushing me even deeper into her cunt, welcoming my jets of scalding semen.

Mom and I clutched each other tight in the throes of our orgasm, sobbing and crying and barely remaining sensible in the almost overwhelming sensation of incestuous orgasm. It was a moment of true epiphany for me as our mingled pleasure seared away my hatred and anger, revealing my feelings for what they had always been – jealousy and desire for my mother in the aftermath of my old man's death. Tears flowed down my face to splash against Mom's cheeks as we kissed, communicating in the true language of lovers as tongues danced and caressed.

I was a man reborn, now secure in the almost holy love that I was now consummating with my mother as men and women have done for all time.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving. "You...knew," I gasped. "Who...who I...was?" Still joined cock to pussy, we cuddled together, Mom's breath hot and sweet against my chest, my hands stroking her soft, warm skin.

Mom licked sweat off my nipple. "Yes, John." She giggled and wiggled her crotch against mine – her pussy muscles massaging the last remnants of my sperm. "Son, I recognized you the moment you came into the bar. A mother always knows. It was hard though...restraining myself, knowing my handsome son had come back home to me." She lifted her head and gave me a licking kiss on the lips. "I really like the beard, John. I bet it's going to feel so great when you eat my pussy!"

My head spun with the enormity of what we had just done – no regret, but feeling a little awed by the never suspected intensity of sex between mother and son. "But...I'm your son. Why me?"

"I wanted my son back." The confidence of Mom's voice was gone. She sounded nervous, hesitant. "Once I realized I live to fuck – that I love to fuck, I dreamed of fucking you, my flesh and blood. You're the only person other than your father that I ever completely loved." Her confession made my cock, still snuggled in her cunt, swell again. "Please, son, stay with me?"

My heart began to beat faster as I realized what she was truly asking. "You mean, you and me together...forever?" I rolled us over so that I was again on top of my mother, cock buried deep in her womb. Mom's hair was tangled and soaked with sweat. She reeked of sex and of sweat and she looked scared and beautiful.

"Yes, John. I lost you for so long. I never want to let you go again." Mom tightened her cunt muscles around my now totally recovered cock, letting me know she meant what she said literally.

"And all the other men, Mom – what about them? Will you give up whoring?"

Mom's eyes grew wide and I could see a bit of a struggle there over that prospect. "If you want me to, John...I can do that." Mom licked her lips and added, "Do you want me to or did you enjoy watching me last night?"

My turn to go all wide-eyed. Damn – it was just like when I was a kid. I never got anything over Mom. "Wow. I'm not sure, Mom. Let's just see what happens."

Mom sighed, relief evident in her face as she said, "So, you'll stay, son? You'll stay with me forever?"

"Oh, Mom, of course I will." I replied as I withdrew and then thrust back into her, making my mother moan as I began to fuck her again. "But right now, I believe I've paid for the pleasure of fucking your nasty ass."

Mom grinned and wiped away tears of joy as I lifted her legs and pushed them back over her head, almost rolling her into a ball and raising that lovely ass up to expose her puckered brown hole. Mom quickly reverted from loving mother to loving sluttish whore. "Give it to Joanna, son. Give your momma Joanna that sweet, motherfucking cock," she sobbed as I pressed my dick against her asshole.

I pushed forward with my cum-covered penis and Mom's sphincter, still recovering from her previous night's sordid activities, surrendered quickly and I slowly sank my hard cock into Mom's hot, moist asshole. Mom curled her lower lip into a lewd leer and looked at me with such carnal lust that I almost exploded right there. Mom was incest incarnate – every fiber of her being focused on pleasuring me and being pleasured by me. "Give Joanna what she wants, son!" she moaned as I sank deeper inside her.

Mom's legs came down to rest on my chest and shoulders and she shamelessly surrendered herself to me, throwing herself into our anal fuck with almost violent abandon. Despite obviously enjoying anal sex on a regular basis, Mom's asshole was tight, surrendered my cock as it withdrew with great reluctance and then welcoming me back with the same tight clasp.

We fucked and fucked until the room reeked with sex. Mom came over and over again while I struggled to prove my worthiness by holding off my own orgasm. We were soaked with sweat and in the throes of her own orgasms, Mom had literally ejaculated pussy juice over my lower belly and crotch, the hot liquid running down to help lubricate my throbbing dick as I thrust deep again and again into her bowels.

When finally, I yielded to my own pleasure, both our bodies were quivering with the exertion of intense fucking unlike anything I had ever encountered. I realized instinctively that no matter how many women I might fuck during my lifetime, the best of them would pale next to my mother as a lover, partly through her talent as a whorish slut and partly due to our intimate, familial relationship.

Mom cried out wordlessly as I poured hot semen into her bowels, triggering a final, long orgasm in her that had her bucking and writhing underneath me as I continued to bury my cock in her tender and tight asshole, groaning with my own pleasure as I shot spurt after spurt of spunk up my mother's ass.

In the wee hours of that morning, we cuddled and talked of how we'd spend the rest of our lives together. In my mind and in my heart, I felt no hesitation about completely turning my life upside down. In my years away, having excluded Mom from my life, I had adopted the habit of not allowing anyone too close. I could see that my being a loner was born out of the conflict I had felt over Mom. Now, Mom had found a way to breach the walls I had built for myself.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, bodies stuck together from sweat and cunt cream and semen, warm and content in our incestuous embrace. Mom nuzzled my chest as she shifted a bit in a light sleep, her long fingernails digging into my arm as she sleepily murmured, "Stay with me, baby. Joanna has what you need." I slipped into slumber then too, thinking that yes, my mother...my Joanna had exactly what I needed.

I managed to work out a transfer to our regional corporate office in a nearby city. Mom and I live together there as husband and wife. The sex gets better every time we fuck. Sometimes for fun and because I know she enjoys it so, I let Mom work her charms on some unsuspecting young man...or men. To be honest, it turns me on to see my mother servicing some young studs as a slutty MILF whore. Hell, sometimes, for old times' sake, Mom even makes me pay for it! I don't mind, after all, Mom...my Momma Joanna always has what I need.
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