I grew up like most boys in America. I wasn't particularly into studying and preferred to concentrate on sports.
I was the only child and my relationship with my parents was not unusual either. I guess...
My father worked until late afternoon in a printing shop, that was publishing material on line too. Most of the time he was tired when he came home.
My discussions with him were brief. He just wanted to know that I was doing OK in school and not getting into trouble.
Mom was warmer and had more time for me, even though she worked a lot with dad.
Sometimes she helped with homework, other times she drove me to courses and important games.
I knew that whenever I had 'issues', she was the one I was supposed to 'bother'...
Everything was fine until one day that my world turned upside down.
I was 18 at the time and senior in high school.
I came home and found my mother in tears.
"Mom, what happened?"
"...I didn't know how to tell you before... Dad and I get a divorce!..."
"Mom, are you sure? Before every divorce there are arguments and shouting. I never heard any of it!..."
"Morgan, did you hear me talk to dad much lately?"
"No, but I assumed that he was too tired. And then I went out to friends..."
"Darling, we tried to spare you... So all our fighting we did in your absence."
"Mom, I still do not get it. WHY you divorce each other?..."
"Look, you'll find out sooner or later anyway... The main cause is that your father wants to marry his mistress. She is a 20 years old blond with big boobs..."
"Mom, I don't understand. You are barely 40 and very attractive! Why does a 50 years old guy want a relationship with a bimbo who could be his daughter?"
"Morgan dear, you are young and naive... Read the gossip about the love life of Leonardo Di Caprio..."
"Mom, I'll talk to dad when he comes home, but remember that I'll always be here for you! And I am sure that soon you'll find another man, that will be much better for you than the jer... than dad..."
Mom smiled through her tears and hugged me, "You are and always be my first love..."
I embraced her and kissed her forehead.
'What an idiot dad is!... He has a treasure at home and he is about to ruin everything for a Lolita?!...'
I felt extremely sorry for mom...
She was the glue in our family. She organized every social gathering, cooked, cleaned, laundry... She took care of the bills and taxes. Dad was mostly a guest at home, while she was the ultimate homemaker...
If everything I mentioned before was not enough, there was something else too...
It's true that mom just celebrated her 40th birthday, but she was a knockout!...
On days that she didn't work, mom was exercising at LA fitness. In addition, she was doing yoga 3 times a week.
She was in great shape physically. On the rare occasions that we went on trips together, she was always ahead of dad and eventually had to wait for him to catch up.
And if that wasn't enough, twice lately I got glimpses of her body as she was getting out of the shower.
Both times she was covered with a large soft towel and nothing else.
What can I say... As a young guy with his hormones raging, my dick jumped up!
Initially I was ashamed of myself. God! this is my own mother...
But within few weeks my shame and embarrassment turned into obsession.
In her absence I checked her drawers, examining her panties, bras and few lingberries she had.
They were all supposedly clean, but they had distinct intoxicating smell... Was it HER faint smell that remained in spite of being laundered? Did the odor come from the drawer itself or something she put in it?...
My next step like many good old pervert boys, was to explore the laundry box for her used underwear, later using them as a subject for my fantasies and... masturbation.
To cut the story short, I was obsessed with mom's body. Her pretty face was another advantage, but my hormones concentrated on her under-the-neck areas...
However, I knew that all these imaginary visions were only fantasies of a growing up sick mind. She'd never go for it!
Dad didn't come home that evening or the next one...
"Mom, is dad never going to show up here?..."
"I do not know Morgan. He may be very busy with his new blondie and his lawyer... or work. We are finalizing the agreement about our properties. By the way, I insisted to have the printing business, because I thought that one day you might want to own it or at least work there."
"I don't know mom..."
The next evening dad showed up at home. His suitcases were neatly placed by the door. Mom was teary eyed again, even though she tried to hide the signs with heavy makeup.
Dad asked me one question, "Son, do you want to live with me or your mother?"
I stared at him with obvious contempt, "Dad, what do YOU think?... You never cared much about me anyway... And now I also understand that you care less about mom as well..."
He gazed at me, "Son, you are upset. I am not going to explain or discuss my choices I made with you now, but eventually, if you are still interested, I will. Remember one thing - At your age everything is either white or black. When you grow up, you'll learn that life has many unexpected turns with unpredictable results!... Take care now." And he left. I didn't hug or kiss him.
I didn't have his new address (although I had his cellphone number).
I hugged mom, "It's only you and me now!"
"Yes Morgan. During the weekend I want to show you all our private documents and then take you to our printing shop. If something happens to me, you'll need to know where everything is!"
Saturday morning mom and I drove to the printing facility.
Funny, I never visited the place where my parents worked for so many years...
The size of the place was like an average 1 story building. It had a larger area for the printing machines, a smaller area with 5 computers and a small office.
"Mom, I've seen at home some brochures, pamphlets, greeting cards and even short stories that you've printed. But what do use these computers for?"
"Son, we have few on-line ventures too. One day, when we have more time, I'll give you all the details..."
Both what she said and the vague way she said it sounded unusual to me. If there was one area that I excelled in at school, computer sciences was it.
Instead of proudly showing me the files on the computer, she avoided it all together! That was weird...
"Mom, you have 2 computers at home, so one of them is a work computer, right?"
"Yes. Every now and then I have to work from home."
"Thanks for showing me the place. Let's go home. Actually, it's a weekend... Do you want to go to a restaurant and a movie?"
"Morgan, I'd like to... But it reminds me of something I wanted to ask you for quite sometime. You often go visit friends, play sports, or on your computer, but I haven't seen or heard anything about a girl... You are tall, handsome and attractive. Is there anything I should know?..."
I smirked, "Mom, if you are trying to find out if I am gay, the answer is NO. I have no problem with gays, lesbians or others in the LGBTQ movement, but in my case the explanation is simple. I have Oedipus complex..."
Mom chuckled, "Morgan, I also love you, but I was serious..."
I faked a whine, "If my mother doesn't believe me, who will?!..."
She laughed loudly, "You are so naughty! I know that you are trying to avoid my question, but it's all right. I am not going to infringe on your private matters."
"Mom, will you do me a favor, please?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"If we are going to a restaurant and a movie, it's like a date. Can you dress up for a date then?..."
"Geez! Morgan, last time I was on a date with a man was before you were born... But OK. We'll be home soon. If you take care of the restaurant reservation and buy on line movie tickets, I'll dress up for you. Deal?!..."
"Mom, I love you and it's a deal! What are you in the mood to eat and later watch on the big screen?"
"My favorites are seafood and a romantic comedy, but you can choose whatever you like."
Later that evening I put on nice clean jeans and an ironed shirt, that mom bought me for my 18th birthday.
I waited for her in the living room.
Ten minutes before our reservation time at the restaurant mom came out of her bedroom. She looked gorgeous!
As I recalled, her hair was always arranged in a bun. That evening she let it free. It framed nicely her pretty face.
There were little touches of makeup and mascara. And a glossy red lipstick.
"Morgan, is it true that all men love to see their women have red lipstick on?"
"I don't know about ALL men, but I think that you look amazing with it!..."
She had a gray, midi style dress that hugged her body nicely.
A 3" high heels were perfect. With them she was shorter than me by about 3 - 4 inches...
She saw me ogle her body... I meant her dress... She chortled, "Does it mean that my date approves?..."
"OH, YES!!! If you weren't my mother... Never mind..."
She kissed my cheek, "You are a true gentleman. Let's eat."
I was lucky to find available table at a good local seafood restaurant. The food was very tasty. The white wine too.
Then we went to see Silver Lining Playbook with Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence.
I preferred action movies, but mom loved it. She gave me her hand saying it was a good choice.
We returned home happy.
She kissed my cheek again, "Thank you for being so nice to an old lady..."
"Mom, if I were 5 years older and not your son..."
She smiled, "You are such a flatterer... I am going to sleep now. Tomorrow morning I drive early to my friend Cheryl. I promised to help her pack some stuff for her next trip. I'll be back around noon or slightly later."
The next morning I woke up at 9. Mom left earlier.
I grabbed cereals and went to mom's room.
I recognized her private laptop.
I approached the other computer and tried to guess the password.
I was right the third time. It was my birthdate...
It's ridiculous how many mothers use their children's birthdate as passwords...
There were about 20 different files with names like 'Home-cats', 'Security-z' and 'Party's galore'.
I continued exploring. The last file was called 'Read-erotica'. I opened it.
It was a mini version of Literotica...
There were about 5000 viewers and 3 editors. The chief editor was 'honey-bee-3'.
While I wasn't sure, my guess was that it was my mother. My hunch was based on the fact that she loved to read about bees and her lucky numbers were 3 and 8...
Mom used one of these numbers in all her passwords, e-mails and accounts.
I looked at the writers section. There were 75 authors. The first story was published 6 years ago.
Then I surveyed the authors names. Neither one rang a bell except for one: 'bee-hive-8'...
So my mother was not just editing, but also writing stories...
I put on my phone the link to this site as well as her member name and left the room.
I went directly to my laptop and searched for mom's author's file. There were 7 stories she published.
Her first story was very emotional, describing the 6 months of her relationship with dad before the wedding. It focused on the love they felt for each other and their escapades, trying to avoid being seen by the parents and neighbors.
The second one focused on the time she was pregnant with me. She and dad were really naughty...
One of the other stories was about a short lesbian relationship she had with a close friend. It ended up when the other woman moved to another state. They continued the contact by phone and e-mails, but without intimate encounters.
The last story was published just 10 days ago.
Mom wrote about her husband ignoring her and getting his sexual satisfaction with a young woman, whose only assets were her huge tits. She was lying in bed crying, while her husband was screwing this blond whore. But even when she realized that he was cheating on her, she couldn't think of retribution or having an affair with somebody else... The only love she had left in her life was her 18 years old son...
When I finished reading the last story, I had to hold tight. I was so close to sobbing...
I had to think of a plan that would help her... and me.
Then I had my 'eureka' moment.
I sat down and wrote a story about an 18 years old who was in love with his mother, but didn't know what to do about it. I edited it the best I could and called it 'My only love. Ch 1'.
However, writing assays was never my forte...
I sent it to 'Read-erotica' using the pseudonym 'desperatelyinlove'.
The response came back 2 days later. It was rejected... The official reasons were poor writing and lots of emotions without enough 'action'...
It became clear that I had to improve my writing!
Unfortunately, 'Read-erotica' was not very useful helping me find a good writing guide.
I went on literotica.com and over there I found the section 'guide for amateur writers'.
A week later the edited version of my story was sent to 'desperatelyinlove'.
And it was accepted this time!
Three days later I checked the site again.
My story got good reviews. But more importantly, there were some suggestions how to entice (seduce?) my mother.
I began writing the 2nd chapter, but stopped after 2 sentences. I had a better idea...
I went back to mom's last story and decided to comment on it through my new e-mail.
'Dear writer, your story sounded very genuine. In my opinion, you should talk about your feelings with your son. He is considered an adult now! He deserves to know. You may be surprised, but many young guys his age are less superficial than you think and help a lot!... An anonymous admirer.'
Twenty four hours later there was a response in my new e-mail, 'Dear 'desperatelyinlove', I appreciate your sincere suggestion, but I know my son better. He is a good boy, but he has his own life. I know that if I tell him about my emotional struggles, it will put him in an awkward situation of not knowing what to do about it, which will lead to a lot of tension. But thank you. bee-hive-8.'
Two hours have passed and my answer was ready, "Lady, I feel your pain. I come from a different perspective. If you read my story 'My only love. Ch 1', you'll see that boys my age may have strong feelings toward their mother... Now I am not saying that you should be looking for THAT kind of love, but not letting him know your suffering is not a good idea either. Sincerely, 'desperatelyinlove'.
Mom's response was in my e-mail a day later.
'Now I get where you are coming from. At the tender age of 18 boys are frequently obsessed with their mothers, but it's not serious. My son also steals a peek at my body when he thinks that I don't notice and occasionally I find that some of my panties are not where I left them. Again, I don't think that these actions hint at something deeper than simple going through puberty and curiosity... bee-hive-8.'
'You may be right. Why don't you test it in a simple way. Tell him that your legs hurt. If he offers you a Tylenol, you'd be right that he is just trying to be helpful, but if he offers to massage you legs, accept it and watch what happens...'
'OK, I'll try it.'
I couldn't contain my excitement... Before mom showed up, as soon as I arrived home I took a shower and put on my shorts with a tee shirt. Then I boiled water, knowing that mom loved to drink tea upon arriving.
I just connected the kettle and mom entered. "Hi Morgan. How was your day?"
"It was just fine. Look, I boil water, do you want some tea?"
"It sounds like a wonderful idea. The work was tougher than usual today. I am thirsty and my legs hurt from too much walking around."
"Mom, I am not busy now. Let me make you black tea with honey the way you like it. Afterwards, you can rest on your bed. I'll bring the oily stuff and massage your legs..."
"Morgan, I thought that this evening you planned to go play with your friends..."
"First of all, my mother comes first. And then, Jerry needed to complete a homework assignment, that he neglected to do yesterday..."
Mom glanced fondly at me, "I am not sure if the last part is true, but I love you too..."
We drank our tea with Ritz crackers.
We were silent, every now and then gazing at each other.
Then I went to the bathroom, fetched the Avocado oil I saw there before and brought it to the her bedroom.
I put a large towel on mom's bed and waited for her.
"Morgan, I need to shower first. I hate to see you faint because of my stinky feet..."
I laughed, "Mom, I doubt that your feet smell that badly, but if it makes you feel better, do it. I'll wait for you right here."
I didn't know much about massage... And now I realized that I did a mistake by not reading on-line in time...
Fifteen minutes later she was back, having on a blouse and short pants.
She lied on her back with her legs on the towel toward me.
Her bed had a slightly higher than usual frame. With the heavy mattress I needed to stand up for the massage.
I did one foot first. It wasn't done exactly perfect, but I tried to think how I wanted to be massaged if the roles were reversed... Mom didn't complain. I moved to the other calf and did it too.
Subsequently I moved forward and spread some oil on her left calf.
I massaged it applying some force, kneading the muscle, gradually moving upward.
She closed her eyes and moaned, "Morgan, it feels so good..."
My eyes wandered up along her body. Her ample tits were hidden by only a thin blouse and a soft bra... The nipples were protruding nicely! Were they hard?
These thoughts made my prick stir. It began engorging...
Lucky for me, mom's eyes were shut, as she enjoyed the massage.
Then I moved to the other leg.
I grabbed the oil but it started slipping from my fingers, so I bent forward.
As I was doing it, my groin touched mom's foot! My hard cock hit her heel!...
She gasped, opened her eyes for a second or so to look at my groin and then closed her eyes again.
I was terrified... She kept quiet.
I massaged the other leg, feeling that my hands were trembling.
When I was done with the other calf, I stopped.
I wasn't sure whether I should proceed to her thighs or not.
Mom looked at me. She smiled but stayed silent.
"Mom, are your thighs hurting too?"
She smirked, "What you really want to know is if you are allowed to play with my thighs... Yes, Morgan, go ahead..."
I couldn't think of a smartass rebuttal, so I poured more oil on my hands and massaged her lower right thigh.
Her smoothly shaved muscular legs felt great.
I alternated between kneading and rubbing.
The general direction was from distal to proximal and from the lateral aspect medially.
As my hand came close to the inner part of her upper thigh, mom spread her legs somewhat and moaned,
I reached within 1" of her groin and stopped there.
Then I moved to the other side and repeated the same sequence as before.
Again, when I came close to her mound, her legs moved further apart.
And then it was over.
"Mom, I hope I didn't do it too hard... Are you OK?"
"Morgan, you did beautifully. I feel so much better already. Actually, you did so well, that I was thinking ahead. You know that twice a week I Go both for yoga and my routine tiresome exercises. On these evenings I always end up with leg pains. Your exceptional massage led me to think that, if you agree of course, you'll massage my legs twice a week and in return you can ask me for whatever YOU want..."
I looked at her. She had a strange smile...
"Mom, I'll be happy to massage your legs 2 evenings a week. But I am not sure about the 'whatever YOU want'... What did you mean by that? What are the limits?..."
"Morgan dear, I cannot tell you what are the limits if I have no clue in what direction your mind is going. But I'll tell you what, on Thursday I'll have another super busy day. Let's agree on a massage starting after dinner. During the massage you can tell me what is your wish. I hope we can both agree on an acceptable reward."
"That's a deal, mom!"
Later that evening I got a new e-mail from bee-hive-8. It said, 'I did what you suggested. You were right. He was very happy to massage my legs. I think that he was a bit too excited and I felt it, if you know what I mean... During the massage he came close to my groin. Knowing how he felt, combined with his strong hands so close to my cunt, made me horny too... God! it was my son... I am not sure what to do next...'
I emailed back. 'Why don't you just enjoy the massage and go with your heart?!...'
I got no response...
Thursday afternoon I arranged the necessary equipment on mom's bed and waited for her arrival.
She entered at the usual time, but looked tired.
"Mom, I can make simple dinner for both of us if you want..."
"Son, on my way back home my fatigue kicked in, so I called the Chinese restaurant and brought us orange chicken, beef broccoli and a couple of eggrolls... I'll go take a quick shower. You can arrange the food on plates, make black tea and if you pour white wine too, it will be awesome..."
She went to her bathroom and was out 20 minutes later.
Mom looked more refreshed.
Her face seemed to have some makeup and light lipstick, that she usually never bothered with at home...
She had on a skirt and a short sleeve blouse.
When she walked toward me her breasts were swaying...
She didn't have a bra on!...
We were so hungry, that we gobbled our meal and were done in 10 minutes. The wine was a nice addition.
It was time for the massage.
Mom lied down as before and closed her eyes.
Just like last time, I massaged the feet and then went up to her calves. She purred.
Then I went for her right thigh. As I touched it she sighed and her legs opened mildly.
When eventually I was close enough to her cunt, she moaned and her legs spread wider.
Each time the legs moved sideways, her skirt moved up...
I went to do the left thigh.
Once more she moaned and while spreading her legs further, the hem pulled upward, this time the bottom part of her pink panties was visible...
My dick reacted immediately, creating a big tent up front.
God bless mom, her eyes were shut...
From up close I stared at her covered tits. They flattened slightly, but the nipples were poking her front!
I remember looking at them before she lied down and the nipple lines were not visible back then...
Was she becoming aroused too?...
As I was about to finish the second thigh, mom moved her hand that was close to me.
On the way to her face, the arm bumped into my erect cock. There was no way she wouldn't know what it was...
Her eyes remained closed and little smile appeared on her face.
"Morgan, this time you again did a fantastic job! So how can I repay you?..."
"Mom... I don't know..."
"Sure you know son... I think that you are very shy!... How about I'll go to the bathroom to wash my legs from the residual oily liquid and you'll leave a note for me with your wish. Then go to your room. If 10 minutes later you don't hear me cry... it's on!..."
Then she left.
I had no idea how far I could go. I was not ready to risk her love for me because of my deviant obsession!...
Then I scribbled, 'Next time put red lipstick on and a shorter skirt.'
I waited in my room shaking and scared.
What if I misjudged the situation?... Would mom ever forgive me?...
After half an hour of not hearing shouting or crying, I started relaxing. She agreed!!!...
The upcoming days were 'different'.
Mom was arriving back from work and we'd still sit for a dinner.
However, she became less talkative than before and was staring at me for no apparent reason.
As usual, after dinner she took her shower.
But often the door was not completely closed, and twice she rushed out of the bathroom toward her bedroom with just a tiny towel, that barely covered anything.
The laundry basket in the basement had more than usual soiled panties...
I could not ignore it anymore and on Saturday morning I asked her, "Mom, are you OK? Lately you seem distracted... Is everything all right at work? You are not hiding from me a serious disease, are you?!..."
Her laugh sounded fake, "Morgan, everything is fine. I am just busy lately..."
I doubted her reassuring words, but I let it go. For now...
On Monday evening I prepared the massage equipment again.
Mom was back 15 minutes early and looked anxious.
"Mom, are you sure that you are OK? We can postpone the massage if you are tired..."
"Please don't... But wait until I finish my shower."
She appeared with a semitransparent blouse. Mom was braless and when there was a light source behind her, her round tits were clearly visible with the darker nipples pushing forward... Her skirt was much shorter than before... And glossy red lipstick decorated her luscious lips...
She looked sexy as hell.
My unruly cock had the same impression and it slowly rose to the occasion...
Mom gazed for short moment on my groin and... smiled at me, "Morgan, you like?!..."
"Mom, I have never seen you as beautiful as now... You should dress like this more often!"
"Morgan dear, if you are nice to me, I promise to be nice to you too..."
After reading her last e-mail, I knew that she was aware of my erection during the massage. If she didn't say anything about it and elected to continue, I was confident that it was not a big problem... Let me rephrase it. It was a big and hard problem, but only for me... My cock wanted to get free! And more...
I massaged her legs slowly. I reached her thighs about 20 minutes later.
Her legs began spreading earlier this time and the transparent panties were in plain view. I noticed a stain in the middle... Mom was aroused too!...
My pole was aching, begging me to get out...
I moved closer to mom's arm and continued to rub her thigh.
I made sure that her arm was touched by my hardness. It was up to her now...
She sighed, looked at my face and whispered, "Morgan darling, you are asking for a lot... Let us think about it until Thursday evening. OK?..."
"I love you mom..."
"I know son... I know it for quite sometime now... I wasn't ready before... I think that I am warming up though... My heart wants, but my brain says 'let's think it over carefully, because once we cross the line, there is no turning back...', so bear with me."
"Mom, your next massage will be on Thursday. And I REALLY love you!..."
She had a faint smile on her lips and then she disappeared into her bathroom.
I went to my room, closed the door and masturbated thinking about mom's sexy tits that I wanted so much to touch and play with... And her wet pussy that stained her panties... I erupted massively 5 minutes later.
The next day I wrote mom another e-mail, 'How did it go with your son?'
Her answer was short. Very short, 'You already know!'
Our routine during the days until Thursday was broken by an apparent tension in the air... We hardly talked.
Each one of us was too distracted, because of the upcoming 'dreaded' Thursday.
Thursday afternoon I arranged mom's bed again.
Mom showed up on time.
She looked at the bed and mumbled, "Morgan, Would you be a dear... I exercised too much this time. All my muscles are achy. Can you do a whole body massage this time?..."
"Mom, I'll do everything for you! You know it..."
"So please go to your room and come back in half an hour. I'll be ready for you on the bed." And then she left toward the bathroom.
I added another large towel. After all it was a full body massage. Then I made sure that a good pillow was where the head would be.
I went to my room. I couldn't focus on the TV or my computer.
I lied on my back, staring at the ceiling, hoping that time moved faster...
I put on my favorite shorts and a simple shirt.
Half an hour had past. I slowly entered mom's bedroom.
She was on her tummy, lying sideway near the lower end of the bed, with her legs to one side and head to the other.
She was naked, with only a small towel covering her buttocks.
This time my cock did not hesitate. Seeing mom almost naked was enough to arouse it to a complete erection.
Mom's face was directed away from me, so she couldn't see it...
"Honey, please do my legs first and then the rest of my body..."
"Of course mom."
Knowing that the plan was a FULL massage, I spent only 10 minutes on her legs.
The usual spreading of her thighs was occurring again, except for one difference...
When her legs were wide apart, the small towel slipped between her thighs and her ass cheeks became fully exposed...
I waited to hear from her a comment about repositioning the towel, but she kept silent.
"Mom, do you want me to do your back now?"
"Morgan, the idea is that the masseur should do EVERY non covered part of the customer..."
Does she really want me to knead her round ass cheeks?!...
"Mom, I'll be happy to oblige..."
I poured oil on both globes and began to rub them in circular way.
I was surprised to notice that they were very muscular. Her weekly routines definitely paid off! They felt smooth and the view of her butt cheeks with the crack in the middle was very arousing...
Some of the oil leaked inside the crack and into the cunt area...
And when she spread her legs, her exposed bald pussy was on full display!
I could even see the pink internal folds!...
The warm oil was now mixing with her own moisture.
Her body shuddered slightly.
Then I did mom's back. It was nice to feel her developed muscles. There were several knots, especially near the scapula. I finished with her shoulders. And stopped there.
"Morgan, are you done with my back? Can I turn now, so that you can do my front?"
"Mom, do you want me to go out, so you can cover the places you don't want to be touched?..."
"Morgan dear... It's up to you..."
I stayed in the room with my mouth agape...
She slowly turned on her back. Her glorious front was on full display for me.
Mom looked me in the eye and smiled, "Morgan, if there is something that bothers you or distracts you, go ahead and cover it..."
"Mom, your body is so gorgeous!... You are extremely sexy... I am sorry, but my organ is so hard now that I may explode any minute now..."
She smirked, 'So what you are telling me is that you won't massage my front?... And I was hoping..."
I looked her in the eye and placed my quivering palms on her ample tits. They were soft, but firm enough to sag very little. And her buds were rubbery and hard...
"Mom, can I suck on your breasts, please..."
"Yes dear, go ahead. I still remember that 18 years ago you did it without asking for permission...
Her hand moved slowly to my groin.
She touched my bulge and sighed, "Morgan, you are big and hard! You were so nice massaging MY body. Do you want me to reciprocate?..."
"Mom, I am afraid that your first touch will make me cum... You have no idea how close I am to an orgasm..."
"Honey, it's our first time. Let me help you with my fingers. The next time will be longer, so we'll choose a more creative and pleasant way to climax..."
As she was talking, she lowered the waist of my short and my cock jolted up like a rocket.
"Mom's eyes widened, "What a giant beauty we have here! You didn't get THAT from your father... Perhaps from the men on my side of the family..."
Her small palm tried to wrap the shaft, but was able to cover only three forth of it's circumference...
Her gentle touch was felt like a jolt of lightening!
Mom began bobbing her hand up and down on my cock, but by then I was so horny, that half a minute later I ejaculated into her accepting palm...
"Sorry mom, but seeing your beautiful naked body in front of me was a lot. And then playing with your tits was too much... Once you placed your hand on my member... I was already driving fast on a one way street heading to my own heaven..."
She hugged me tight, "Don't you worry son, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy together. With and without the massages..."
Mom went to the bathroom.
My assumption was that she went to clean her gooey hand.
"Morgan honey, can you help me here please..."
"Sure mom."
I rushed to the bathroom to find her standing in the tub, a soap in her hand and a devilish smile decorating her cute face.
"Sorry to bother you, but I'd really appreciate if you can do my back... You know, all the areas you spread the oily stuff on..."
"Mom, you know me, I'll help anyway I can..."
"That is very nice of you! And can you tell the monster in your pants to get down?... I was under the impression that once a week should be enough for him..."
"Mommy, it is all your fault! He may be a pervert, but it's tough to blame him when he is facing the most gorgeous lady in the world!..."
"Son, if I didn't know how gentleman you are, I might consider thinking that devouring my vulnerable body crossed your mind..."
"Actually it didn't just cross it, it criss-crossed it several times. And now that I see you in the nude like Botticelli's Venus, it's becoming even harder... I meant more difficult to ignore..."
"Morgan, I am worried about you!... Really... You are here with me only to help me wash my back! What is wrong with you today?... One might think that you lost your mind... You suddenly behave like a predator... Where is my innocent loving son?!..."
"Mom, I think he left the house for good! Once you showed me the way to paradise, there is no going back... Right?"
I undressed in seconds. I doubt that Usain Bolt could have done it faster...
Mom turned her back to me. It was not because she was embarrassed to see my penis...
I held the shower head to water our bodies and used the sponge to rub mom's silky back, moving around, savoring her marvelous back side.
I was doing her back, but my eyes unabashedly gazed at her magnificent ass.
My prick must have been impressed as well, because it continued growing nonstop...
I was done with her shoulders and back muscles and descended to her buttocks.
As I started kneading her cheeks she blurted, "Morgan dear, I may be wrong, but it seems to me that instead of cleaning my butt, you are ogling it and playing with it. Son, it is not nice to do it to your loving mother..."
"Mother, you are right. I apologize... I promise to reconsider ever doing it again... In the meantime I should probably sponge other sexy... I meant dirty parts of your body!"
And then both my hands moved forward and found her boobs.
I tweaked the buds gently.
Mom moaned. She leaned her head against the wall and her hands fell to her sides.
I came closer, nestling my engorged cock in the valley of the queens...
I was enjoying the sweet touches of her perky tits, while my dick was sliding up and down along her slippery crack.
She moaned again, spread her legs somewhat and her hand found my hard member.
Mom's breath fastened and she whispered, "Morgan dear, please be slow and careful. I am not sure my pussy can take such a big thing..."
Then she aimed it at her snatch and gradually inserted it into her wet canal.
My unruly pole felt her tight hole and jerked.
Mom shrieked and her body began shivering.
I hugged her body with my hand, while still stroking her magnificent orbs.
I let my cock continue conquering her slowly adjusting pussy.
The deeper I penetrated, the stronger mom's shuddering became and her moans changed to whimpers, "Morgan da... darling... please be... gen... gentle... with... m...me. You are so hu...huge!..."
I caressed her face and kissed the shapely neck, "Mom, everything will be OK... Just don't fight it..."
She was barely standing on her wobbly legs. Her torso was still trembling.
The only support her body relied on were my hands holding her body and her impaled cunt on my deep inside of her stiff cock...
It took mom's cunt few moments to accommodate my raging cock and then she started going down on it, first at a low speed, but then faster.
Her whimpers changed to wild groans and then she blurted, "Morgan, I feel you all the way to my throat! But it feels so good!!! Please fuck me now..."
"Mommy, I thought you'd never ask... I'll be happy to... Your body makes me want to pound you so hard... I am afraid to hurt you..."
As her body quivered like crazy, I heard her mumble, "Darling, DO IT! I am so aroused with your giant tool filling me to the rim... I need you to just go ahead and do it. Please fuck me!!!..."
I couldn't delay it anymore.
With my mother asking for it and my cock so ready for the final assault, I buried it all the way inside and began shoving it in and out in an unrelenting pace.
A loud cry escaped mom's mouth and her body convulsed uncontrollably on my erect cock.
She was in the midst of her prolonged orgasm when my own climax began too.
Each time a jet of my seed hit her cervix, mom's body jerked...
After what felt like an hour, my dick eruption slowed down.
My cock was still at full mast for several minutes, which was good to keep mom's body in a vertical position on the slippery tub floor...
Slowly her body stopped shaking.
With my deflating cock still inside of her, I grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying her smooth skin.
When I was finished, my shriveled dick slipped off of her and she leaned on the wall with her eyes shut.
I quickly dried myself too.
Then I lifted mom in my arms and carefully carried her to the nearest bed.
Her eyes were closed. Her face was reddish and... glowing...
Was it an afterglow that I heard stories about?...
I let her recover for few minutes with my hand gently caressing her hair and face.
After 15 minutes she opened her eyes and looked at me lovingly, "Morgan, I would have never guessed that you could be so gentle on one hand and such a rough rider on the other!... I can't remember the last time I came so hard..."
"Mom, I love you so much! You have no idea how long I waited to have you in my arms... I even resorted to cheat in order to be closer than a son should be..."
She smirked, "Morgan, do you mean the e-mails you sent me under the pretense of being 'desperatelyinlove'?...
"...Mom, you knew?..."
"Darling, I know you for 18 years and I've read many of your school essays. I recognized your style of writing from the first e-mail, in spite of the fact that you tried to edit it. I was the one who rejected your story, because I had to be sure that it wasn't a temporary whim of an adolescent... After I got the second e-mail, suggesting that I go with MY heart, I knew where YOUR heart was into... You were the only man I could trust 100% and I love you with all my heart! We both wished to consummate our love in spite of society restrictions... So I let you seduce me..."
"Mom, you are so conniving... And I was trying my best to not let you know what my ultimate intentions were..."
"Darling, I love you the way you are... You are my son, my savior and now my lover too!..."
I was the only child and my relationship with my parents was not unusual either. I guess...
My father worked until late afternoon in a printing shop, that was publishing material on line too. Most of the time he was tired when he came home.
My discussions with him were brief. He just wanted to know that I was doing OK in school and not getting into trouble.
Mom was warmer and had more time for me, even though she worked a lot with dad.
Sometimes she helped with homework, other times she drove me to courses and important games.
I knew that whenever I had 'issues', she was the one I was supposed to 'bother'...
Everything was fine until one day that my world turned upside down.
I was 18 at the time and senior in high school.
I came home and found my mother in tears.
"Mom, what happened?"
"...I didn't know how to tell you before... Dad and I get a divorce!..."
"Mom, are you sure? Before every divorce there are arguments and shouting. I never heard any of it!..."
"Morgan, did you hear me talk to dad much lately?"
"No, but I assumed that he was too tired. And then I went out to friends..."
"Darling, we tried to spare you... So all our fighting we did in your absence."
"Mom, I still do not get it. WHY you divorce each other?..."
"Look, you'll find out sooner or later anyway... The main cause is that your father wants to marry his mistress. She is a 20 years old blond with big boobs..."
"Mom, I don't understand. You are barely 40 and very attractive! Why does a 50 years old guy want a relationship with a bimbo who could be his daughter?"
"Morgan dear, you are young and naive... Read the gossip about the love life of Leonardo Di Caprio..."
"Mom, I'll talk to dad when he comes home, but remember that I'll always be here for you! And I am sure that soon you'll find another man, that will be much better for you than the jer... than dad..."
Mom smiled through her tears and hugged me, "You are and always be my first love..."
I embraced her and kissed her forehead.
'What an idiot dad is!... He has a treasure at home and he is about to ruin everything for a Lolita?!...'
I felt extremely sorry for mom...
She was the glue in our family. She organized every social gathering, cooked, cleaned, laundry... She took care of the bills and taxes. Dad was mostly a guest at home, while she was the ultimate homemaker...
If everything I mentioned before was not enough, there was something else too...
It's true that mom just celebrated her 40th birthday, but she was a knockout!...
On days that she didn't work, mom was exercising at LA fitness. In addition, she was doing yoga 3 times a week.
She was in great shape physically. On the rare occasions that we went on trips together, she was always ahead of dad and eventually had to wait for him to catch up.
And if that wasn't enough, twice lately I got glimpses of her body as she was getting out of the shower.
Both times she was covered with a large soft towel and nothing else.
What can I say... As a young guy with his hormones raging, my dick jumped up!
Initially I was ashamed of myself. God! this is my own mother...
But within few weeks my shame and embarrassment turned into obsession.
In her absence I checked her drawers, examining her panties, bras and few lingberries she had.
They were all supposedly clean, but they had distinct intoxicating smell... Was it HER faint smell that remained in spite of being laundered? Did the odor come from the drawer itself or something she put in it?...
My next step like many good old pervert boys, was to explore the laundry box for her used underwear, later using them as a subject for my fantasies and... masturbation.
To cut the story short, I was obsessed with mom's body. Her pretty face was another advantage, but my hormones concentrated on her under-the-neck areas...
However, I knew that all these imaginary visions were only fantasies of a growing up sick mind. She'd never go for it!
Dad didn't come home that evening or the next one...
"Mom, is dad never going to show up here?..."
"I do not know Morgan. He may be very busy with his new blondie and his lawyer... or work. We are finalizing the agreement about our properties. By the way, I insisted to have the printing business, because I thought that one day you might want to own it or at least work there."
"I don't know mom..."
The next evening dad showed up at home. His suitcases were neatly placed by the door. Mom was teary eyed again, even though she tried to hide the signs with heavy makeup.
Dad asked me one question, "Son, do you want to live with me or your mother?"
I stared at him with obvious contempt, "Dad, what do YOU think?... You never cared much about me anyway... And now I also understand that you care less about mom as well..."
He gazed at me, "Son, you are upset. I am not going to explain or discuss my choices I made with you now, but eventually, if you are still interested, I will. Remember one thing - At your age everything is either white or black. When you grow up, you'll learn that life has many unexpected turns with unpredictable results!... Take care now." And he left. I didn't hug or kiss him.
I didn't have his new address (although I had his cellphone number).
I hugged mom, "It's only you and me now!"
"Yes Morgan. During the weekend I want to show you all our private documents and then take you to our printing shop. If something happens to me, you'll need to know where everything is!"
Saturday morning mom and I drove to the printing facility.
Funny, I never visited the place where my parents worked for so many years...
The size of the place was like an average 1 story building. It had a larger area for the printing machines, a smaller area with 5 computers and a small office.
"Mom, I've seen at home some brochures, pamphlets, greeting cards and even short stories that you've printed. But what do use these computers for?"
"Son, we have few on-line ventures too. One day, when we have more time, I'll give you all the details..."
Both what she said and the vague way she said it sounded unusual to me. If there was one area that I excelled in at school, computer sciences was it.
Instead of proudly showing me the files on the computer, she avoided it all together! That was weird...
"Mom, you have 2 computers at home, so one of them is a work computer, right?"
"Yes. Every now and then I have to work from home."
"Thanks for showing me the place. Let's go home. Actually, it's a weekend... Do you want to go to a restaurant and a movie?"
"Morgan, I'd like to... But it reminds me of something I wanted to ask you for quite sometime. You often go visit friends, play sports, or on your computer, but I haven't seen or heard anything about a girl... You are tall, handsome and attractive. Is there anything I should know?..."
I smirked, "Mom, if you are trying to find out if I am gay, the answer is NO. I have no problem with gays, lesbians or others in the LGBTQ movement, but in my case the explanation is simple. I have Oedipus complex..."
Mom chuckled, "Morgan, I also love you, but I was serious..."
I faked a whine, "If my mother doesn't believe me, who will?!..."
She laughed loudly, "You are so naughty! I know that you are trying to avoid my question, but it's all right. I am not going to infringe on your private matters."
"Mom, will you do me a favor, please?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"If we are going to a restaurant and a movie, it's like a date. Can you dress up for a date then?..."
"Geez! Morgan, last time I was on a date with a man was before you were born... But OK. We'll be home soon. If you take care of the restaurant reservation and buy on line movie tickets, I'll dress up for you. Deal?!..."
"Mom, I love you and it's a deal! What are you in the mood to eat and later watch on the big screen?"
"My favorites are seafood and a romantic comedy, but you can choose whatever you like."
Later that evening I put on nice clean jeans and an ironed shirt, that mom bought me for my 18th birthday.
I waited for her in the living room.
Ten minutes before our reservation time at the restaurant mom came out of her bedroom. She looked gorgeous!
As I recalled, her hair was always arranged in a bun. That evening she let it free. It framed nicely her pretty face.
There were little touches of makeup and mascara. And a glossy red lipstick.
"Morgan, is it true that all men love to see their women have red lipstick on?"
"I don't know about ALL men, but I think that you look amazing with it!..."
She had a gray, midi style dress that hugged her body nicely.
A 3" high heels were perfect. With them she was shorter than me by about 3 - 4 inches...
She saw me ogle her body... I meant her dress... She chortled, "Does it mean that my date approves?..."
"OH, YES!!! If you weren't my mother... Never mind..."
She kissed my cheek, "You are a true gentleman. Let's eat."
I was lucky to find available table at a good local seafood restaurant. The food was very tasty. The white wine too.
Then we went to see Silver Lining Playbook with Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence.
I preferred action movies, but mom loved it. She gave me her hand saying it was a good choice.
We returned home happy.
She kissed my cheek again, "Thank you for being so nice to an old lady..."
"Mom, if I were 5 years older and not your son..."
She smiled, "You are such a flatterer... I am going to sleep now. Tomorrow morning I drive early to my friend Cheryl. I promised to help her pack some stuff for her next trip. I'll be back around noon or slightly later."
The next morning I woke up at 9. Mom left earlier.
I grabbed cereals and went to mom's room.
I recognized her private laptop.
I approached the other computer and tried to guess the password.
I was right the third time. It was my birthdate...
It's ridiculous how many mothers use their children's birthdate as passwords...
There were about 20 different files with names like 'Home-cats', 'Security-z' and 'Party's galore'.
I continued exploring. The last file was called 'Read-erotica'. I opened it.
It was a mini version of Literotica...
There were about 5000 viewers and 3 editors. The chief editor was 'honey-bee-3'.
While I wasn't sure, my guess was that it was my mother. My hunch was based on the fact that she loved to read about bees and her lucky numbers were 3 and 8...
Mom used one of these numbers in all her passwords, e-mails and accounts.
I looked at the writers section. There were 75 authors. The first story was published 6 years ago.
Then I surveyed the authors names. Neither one rang a bell except for one: 'bee-hive-8'...
So my mother was not just editing, but also writing stories...
I put on my phone the link to this site as well as her member name and left the room.
I went directly to my laptop and searched for mom's author's file. There were 7 stories she published.
Her first story was very emotional, describing the 6 months of her relationship with dad before the wedding. It focused on the love they felt for each other and their escapades, trying to avoid being seen by the parents and neighbors.
The second one focused on the time she was pregnant with me. She and dad were really naughty...
One of the other stories was about a short lesbian relationship she had with a close friend. It ended up when the other woman moved to another state. They continued the contact by phone and e-mails, but without intimate encounters.
The last story was published just 10 days ago.
Mom wrote about her husband ignoring her and getting his sexual satisfaction with a young woman, whose only assets were her huge tits. She was lying in bed crying, while her husband was screwing this blond whore. But even when she realized that he was cheating on her, she couldn't think of retribution or having an affair with somebody else... The only love she had left in her life was her 18 years old son...
When I finished reading the last story, I had to hold tight. I was so close to sobbing...
I had to think of a plan that would help her... and me.
Then I had my 'eureka' moment.
I sat down and wrote a story about an 18 years old who was in love with his mother, but didn't know what to do about it. I edited it the best I could and called it 'My only love. Ch 1'.
However, writing assays was never my forte...
I sent it to 'Read-erotica' using the pseudonym 'desperatelyinlove'.
The response came back 2 days later. It was rejected... The official reasons were poor writing and lots of emotions without enough 'action'...
It became clear that I had to improve my writing!
Unfortunately, 'Read-erotica' was not very useful helping me find a good writing guide.
I went on literotica.com and over there I found the section 'guide for amateur writers'.
A week later the edited version of my story was sent to 'desperatelyinlove'.
And it was accepted this time!
Three days later I checked the site again.
My story got good reviews. But more importantly, there were some suggestions how to entice (seduce?) my mother.
I began writing the 2nd chapter, but stopped after 2 sentences. I had a better idea...
I went back to mom's last story and decided to comment on it through my new e-mail.
'Dear writer, your story sounded very genuine. In my opinion, you should talk about your feelings with your son. He is considered an adult now! He deserves to know. You may be surprised, but many young guys his age are less superficial than you think and help a lot!... An anonymous admirer.'
Twenty four hours later there was a response in my new e-mail, 'Dear 'desperatelyinlove', I appreciate your sincere suggestion, but I know my son better. He is a good boy, but he has his own life. I know that if I tell him about my emotional struggles, it will put him in an awkward situation of not knowing what to do about it, which will lead to a lot of tension. But thank you. bee-hive-8.'
Two hours have passed and my answer was ready, "Lady, I feel your pain. I come from a different perspective. If you read my story 'My only love. Ch 1', you'll see that boys my age may have strong feelings toward their mother... Now I am not saying that you should be looking for THAT kind of love, but not letting him know your suffering is not a good idea either. Sincerely, 'desperatelyinlove'.
Mom's response was in my e-mail a day later.
'Now I get where you are coming from. At the tender age of 18 boys are frequently obsessed with their mothers, but it's not serious. My son also steals a peek at my body when he thinks that I don't notice and occasionally I find that some of my panties are not where I left them. Again, I don't think that these actions hint at something deeper than simple going through puberty and curiosity... bee-hive-8.'
'You may be right. Why don't you test it in a simple way. Tell him that your legs hurt. If he offers you a Tylenol, you'd be right that he is just trying to be helpful, but if he offers to massage you legs, accept it and watch what happens...'
'OK, I'll try it.'
I couldn't contain my excitement... Before mom showed up, as soon as I arrived home I took a shower and put on my shorts with a tee shirt. Then I boiled water, knowing that mom loved to drink tea upon arriving.
I just connected the kettle and mom entered. "Hi Morgan. How was your day?"
"It was just fine. Look, I boil water, do you want some tea?"
"It sounds like a wonderful idea. The work was tougher than usual today. I am thirsty and my legs hurt from too much walking around."
"Mom, I am not busy now. Let me make you black tea with honey the way you like it. Afterwards, you can rest on your bed. I'll bring the oily stuff and massage your legs..."
"Morgan, I thought that this evening you planned to go play with your friends..."
"First of all, my mother comes first. And then, Jerry needed to complete a homework assignment, that he neglected to do yesterday..."
Mom glanced fondly at me, "I am not sure if the last part is true, but I love you too..."
We drank our tea with Ritz crackers.
We were silent, every now and then gazing at each other.
Then I went to the bathroom, fetched the Avocado oil I saw there before and brought it to the her bedroom.
I put a large towel on mom's bed and waited for her.
"Morgan, I need to shower first. I hate to see you faint because of my stinky feet..."
I laughed, "Mom, I doubt that your feet smell that badly, but if it makes you feel better, do it. I'll wait for you right here."
I didn't know much about massage... And now I realized that I did a mistake by not reading on-line in time...
Fifteen minutes later she was back, having on a blouse and short pants.
She lied on her back with her legs on the towel toward me.
Her bed had a slightly higher than usual frame. With the heavy mattress I needed to stand up for the massage.
I did one foot first. It wasn't done exactly perfect, but I tried to think how I wanted to be massaged if the roles were reversed... Mom didn't complain. I moved to the other calf and did it too.
Subsequently I moved forward and spread some oil on her left calf.
I massaged it applying some force, kneading the muscle, gradually moving upward.
She closed her eyes and moaned, "Morgan, it feels so good..."
My eyes wandered up along her body. Her ample tits were hidden by only a thin blouse and a soft bra... The nipples were protruding nicely! Were they hard?
These thoughts made my prick stir. It began engorging...
Lucky for me, mom's eyes were shut, as she enjoyed the massage.
Then I moved to the other leg.
I grabbed the oil but it started slipping from my fingers, so I bent forward.
As I was doing it, my groin touched mom's foot! My hard cock hit her heel!...
She gasped, opened her eyes for a second or so to look at my groin and then closed her eyes again.
I was terrified... She kept quiet.
I massaged the other leg, feeling that my hands were trembling.
When I was done with the other calf, I stopped.
I wasn't sure whether I should proceed to her thighs or not.
Mom looked at me. She smiled but stayed silent.
"Mom, are your thighs hurting too?"
She smirked, "What you really want to know is if you are allowed to play with my thighs... Yes, Morgan, go ahead..."
I couldn't think of a smartass rebuttal, so I poured more oil on my hands and massaged her lower right thigh.
Her smoothly shaved muscular legs felt great.
I alternated between kneading and rubbing.
The general direction was from distal to proximal and from the lateral aspect medially.
As my hand came close to the inner part of her upper thigh, mom spread her legs somewhat and moaned,
I reached within 1" of her groin and stopped there.
Then I moved to the other side and repeated the same sequence as before.
Again, when I came close to her mound, her legs moved further apart.
And then it was over.
"Mom, I hope I didn't do it too hard... Are you OK?"
"Morgan, you did beautifully. I feel so much better already. Actually, you did so well, that I was thinking ahead. You know that twice a week I Go both for yoga and my routine tiresome exercises. On these evenings I always end up with leg pains. Your exceptional massage led me to think that, if you agree of course, you'll massage my legs twice a week and in return you can ask me for whatever YOU want..."
I looked at her. She had a strange smile...
"Mom, I'll be happy to massage your legs 2 evenings a week. But I am not sure about the 'whatever YOU want'... What did you mean by that? What are the limits?..."
"Morgan dear, I cannot tell you what are the limits if I have no clue in what direction your mind is going. But I'll tell you what, on Thursday I'll have another super busy day. Let's agree on a massage starting after dinner. During the massage you can tell me what is your wish. I hope we can both agree on an acceptable reward."
"That's a deal, mom!"
Later that evening I got a new e-mail from bee-hive-8. It said, 'I did what you suggested. You were right. He was very happy to massage my legs. I think that he was a bit too excited and I felt it, if you know what I mean... During the massage he came close to my groin. Knowing how he felt, combined with his strong hands so close to my cunt, made me horny too... God! it was my son... I am not sure what to do next...'
I emailed back. 'Why don't you just enjoy the massage and go with your heart?!...'
I got no response...
Thursday afternoon I arranged the necessary equipment on mom's bed and waited for her arrival.
She entered at the usual time, but looked tired.
"Mom, I can make simple dinner for both of us if you want..."
"Son, on my way back home my fatigue kicked in, so I called the Chinese restaurant and brought us orange chicken, beef broccoli and a couple of eggrolls... I'll go take a quick shower. You can arrange the food on plates, make black tea and if you pour white wine too, it will be awesome..."
She went to her bathroom and was out 20 minutes later.
Mom looked more refreshed.
Her face seemed to have some makeup and light lipstick, that she usually never bothered with at home...
She had on a skirt and a short sleeve blouse.
When she walked toward me her breasts were swaying...
She didn't have a bra on!...
We were so hungry, that we gobbled our meal and were done in 10 minutes. The wine was a nice addition.
It was time for the massage.
Mom lied down as before and closed her eyes.
Just like last time, I massaged the feet and then went up to her calves. She purred.
Then I went for her right thigh. As I touched it she sighed and her legs opened mildly.
When eventually I was close enough to her cunt, she moaned and her legs spread wider.
Each time the legs moved sideways, her skirt moved up...
I went to do the left thigh.
Once more she moaned and while spreading her legs further, the hem pulled upward, this time the bottom part of her pink panties was visible...
My dick reacted immediately, creating a big tent up front.
God bless mom, her eyes were shut...
From up close I stared at her covered tits. They flattened slightly, but the nipples were poking her front!
I remember looking at them before she lied down and the nipple lines were not visible back then...
Was she becoming aroused too?...
As I was about to finish the second thigh, mom moved her hand that was close to me.
On the way to her face, the arm bumped into my erect cock. There was no way she wouldn't know what it was...
Her eyes remained closed and little smile appeared on her face.
"Morgan, this time you again did a fantastic job! So how can I repay you?..."
"Mom... I don't know..."
"Sure you know son... I think that you are very shy!... How about I'll go to the bathroom to wash my legs from the residual oily liquid and you'll leave a note for me with your wish. Then go to your room. If 10 minutes later you don't hear me cry... it's on!..."
Then she left.
I had no idea how far I could go. I was not ready to risk her love for me because of my deviant obsession!...
Then I scribbled, 'Next time put red lipstick on and a shorter skirt.'
I waited in my room shaking and scared.
What if I misjudged the situation?... Would mom ever forgive me?...
After half an hour of not hearing shouting or crying, I started relaxing. She agreed!!!...
The upcoming days were 'different'.
Mom was arriving back from work and we'd still sit for a dinner.
However, she became less talkative than before and was staring at me for no apparent reason.
As usual, after dinner she took her shower.
But often the door was not completely closed, and twice she rushed out of the bathroom toward her bedroom with just a tiny towel, that barely covered anything.
The laundry basket in the basement had more than usual soiled panties...
I could not ignore it anymore and on Saturday morning I asked her, "Mom, are you OK? Lately you seem distracted... Is everything all right at work? You are not hiding from me a serious disease, are you?!..."
Her laugh sounded fake, "Morgan, everything is fine. I am just busy lately..."
I doubted her reassuring words, but I let it go. For now...
On Monday evening I prepared the massage equipment again.
Mom was back 15 minutes early and looked anxious.
"Mom, are you sure that you are OK? We can postpone the massage if you are tired..."
"Please don't... But wait until I finish my shower."
She appeared with a semitransparent blouse. Mom was braless and when there was a light source behind her, her round tits were clearly visible with the darker nipples pushing forward... Her skirt was much shorter than before... And glossy red lipstick decorated her luscious lips...
She looked sexy as hell.
My unruly cock had the same impression and it slowly rose to the occasion...
Mom gazed for short moment on my groin and... smiled at me, "Morgan, you like?!..."
"Mom, I have never seen you as beautiful as now... You should dress like this more often!"
"Morgan dear, if you are nice to me, I promise to be nice to you too..."
After reading her last e-mail, I knew that she was aware of my erection during the massage. If she didn't say anything about it and elected to continue, I was confident that it was not a big problem... Let me rephrase it. It was a big and hard problem, but only for me... My cock wanted to get free! And more...
I massaged her legs slowly. I reached her thighs about 20 minutes later.
Her legs began spreading earlier this time and the transparent panties were in plain view. I noticed a stain in the middle... Mom was aroused too!...
My pole was aching, begging me to get out...
I moved closer to mom's arm and continued to rub her thigh.
I made sure that her arm was touched by my hardness. It was up to her now...
She sighed, looked at my face and whispered, "Morgan darling, you are asking for a lot... Let us think about it until Thursday evening. OK?..."
"I love you mom..."
"I know son... I know it for quite sometime now... I wasn't ready before... I think that I am warming up though... My heart wants, but my brain says 'let's think it over carefully, because once we cross the line, there is no turning back...', so bear with me."
"Mom, your next massage will be on Thursday. And I REALLY love you!..."
She had a faint smile on her lips and then she disappeared into her bathroom.
I went to my room, closed the door and masturbated thinking about mom's sexy tits that I wanted so much to touch and play with... And her wet pussy that stained her panties... I erupted massively 5 minutes later.
The next day I wrote mom another e-mail, 'How did it go with your son?'
Her answer was short. Very short, 'You already know!'
Our routine during the days until Thursday was broken by an apparent tension in the air... We hardly talked.
Each one of us was too distracted, because of the upcoming 'dreaded' Thursday.
Thursday afternoon I arranged mom's bed again.
Mom showed up on time.
She looked at the bed and mumbled, "Morgan, Would you be a dear... I exercised too much this time. All my muscles are achy. Can you do a whole body massage this time?..."
"Mom, I'll do everything for you! You know it..."
"So please go to your room and come back in half an hour. I'll be ready for you on the bed." And then she left toward the bathroom.
I added another large towel. After all it was a full body massage. Then I made sure that a good pillow was where the head would be.
I went to my room. I couldn't focus on the TV or my computer.
I lied on my back, staring at the ceiling, hoping that time moved faster...
I put on my favorite shorts and a simple shirt.
Half an hour had past. I slowly entered mom's bedroom.
She was on her tummy, lying sideway near the lower end of the bed, with her legs to one side and head to the other.
She was naked, with only a small towel covering her buttocks.
This time my cock did not hesitate. Seeing mom almost naked was enough to arouse it to a complete erection.
Mom's face was directed away from me, so she couldn't see it...
"Honey, please do my legs first and then the rest of my body..."
"Of course mom."
Knowing that the plan was a FULL massage, I spent only 10 minutes on her legs.
The usual spreading of her thighs was occurring again, except for one difference...
When her legs were wide apart, the small towel slipped between her thighs and her ass cheeks became fully exposed...
I waited to hear from her a comment about repositioning the towel, but she kept silent.
"Mom, do you want me to do your back now?"
"Morgan, the idea is that the masseur should do EVERY non covered part of the customer..."
Does she really want me to knead her round ass cheeks?!...
"Mom, I'll be happy to oblige..."
I poured oil on both globes and began to rub them in circular way.
I was surprised to notice that they were very muscular. Her weekly routines definitely paid off! They felt smooth and the view of her butt cheeks with the crack in the middle was very arousing...
Some of the oil leaked inside the crack and into the cunt area...
And when she spread her legs, her exposed bald pussy was on full display!
I could even see the pink internal folds!...
The warm oil was now mixing with her own moisture.
Her body shuddered slightly.
Then I did mom's back. It was nice to feel her developed muscles. There were several knots, especially near the scapula. I finished with her shoulders. And stopped there.
"Morgan, are you done with my back? Can I turn now, so that you can do my front?"
"Mom, do you want me to go out, so you can cover the places you don't want to be touched?..."
"Morgan dear... It's up to you..."
I stayed in the room with my mouth agape...
She slowly turned on her back. Her glorious front was on full display for me.
Mom looked me in the eye and smiled, "Morgan, if there is something that bothers you or distracts you, go ahead and cover it..."
"Mom, your body is so gorgeous!... You are extremely sexy... I am sorry, but my organ is so hard now that I may explode any minute now..."
She smirked, 'So what you are telling me is that you won't massage my front?... And I was hoping..."
I looked her in the eye and placed my quivering palms on her ample tits. They were soft, but firm enough to sag very little. And her buds were rubbery and hard...
"Mom, can I suck on your breasts, please..."
"Yes dear, go ahead. I still remember that 18 years ago you did it without asking for permission...
Her hand moved slowly to my groin.
She touched my bulge and sighed, "Morgan, you are big and hard! You were so nice massaging MY body. Do you want me to reciprocate?..."
"Mom, I am afraid that your first touch will make me cum... You have no idea how close I am to an orgasm..."
"Honey, it's our first time. Let me help you with my fingers. The next time will be longer, so we'll choose a more creative and pleasant way to climax..."
As she was talking, she lowered the waist of my short and my cock jolted up like a rocket.
"Mom's eyes widened, "What a giant beauty we have here! You didn't get THAT from your father... Perhaps from the men on my side of the family..."
Her small palm tried to wrap the shaft, but was able to cover only three forth of it's circumference...
Her gentle touch was felt like a jolt of lightening!
Mom began bobbing her hand up and down on my cock, but by then I was so horny, that half a minute later I ejaculated into her accepting palm...
"Sorry mom, but seeing your beautiful naked body in front of me was a lot. And then playing with your tits was too much... Once you placed your hand on my member... I was already driving fast on a one way street heading to my own heaven..."
She hugged me tight, "Don't you worry son, we'll have plenty of time to enjoy together. With and without the massages..."
Mom went to the bathroom.
My assumption was that she went to clean her gooey hand.
"Morgan honey, can you help me here please..."
"Sure mom."
I rushed to the bathroom to find her standing in the tub, a soap in her hand and a devilish smile decorating her cute face.
"Sorry to bother you, but I'd really appreciate if you can do my back... You know, all the areas you spread the oily stuff on..."
"Mom, you know me, I'll help anyway I can..."
"That is very nice of you! And can you tell the monster in your pants to get down?... I was under the impression that once a week should be enough for him..."
"Mommy, it is all your fault! He may be a pervert, but it's tough to blame him when he is facing the most gorgeous lady in the world!..."
"Son, if I didn't know how gentleman you are, I might consider thinking that devouring my vulnerable body crossed your mind..."
"Actually it didn't just cross it, it criss-crossed it several times. And now that I see you in the nude like Botticelli's Venus, it's becoming even harder... I meant more difficult to ignore..."
"Morgan, I am worried about you!... Really... You are here with me only to help me wash my back! What is wrong with you today?... One might think that you lost your mind... You suddenly behave like a predator... Where is my innocent loving son?!..."
"Mom, I think he left the house for good! Once you showed me the way to paradise, there is no going back... Right?"
I undressed in seconds. I doubt that Usain Bolt could have done it faster...
Mom turned her back to me. It was not because she was embarrassed to see my penis...
I held the shower head to water our bodies and used the sponge to rub mom's silky back, moving around, savoring her marvelous back side.
I was doing her back, but my eyes unabashedly gazed at her magnificent ass.
My prick must have been impressed as well, because it continued growing nonstop...
I was done with her shoulders and back muscles and descended to her buttocks.
As I started kneading her cheeks she blurted, "Morgan dear, I may be wrong, but it seems to me that instead of cleaning my butt, you are ogling it and playing with it. Son, it is not nice to do it to your loving mother..."
"Mother, you are right. I apologize... I promise to reconsider ever doing it again... In the meantime I should probably sponge other sexy... I meant dirty parts of your body!"
And then both my hands moved forward and found her boobs.
I tweaked the buds gently.
Mom moaned. She leaned her head against the wall and her hands fell to her sides.
I came closer, nestling my engorged cock in the valley of the queens...
I was enjoying the sweet touches of her perky tits, while my dick was sliding up and down along her slippery crack.
She moaned again, spread her legs somewhat and her hand found my hard member.
Mom's breath fastened and she whispered, "Morgan dear, please be slow and careful. I am not sure my pussy can take such a big thing..."
Then she aimed it at her snatch and gradually inserted it into her wet canal.
My unruly pole felt her tight hole and jerked.
Mom shrieked and her body began shivering.
I hugged her body with my hand, while still stroking her magnificent orbs.
I let my cock continue conquering her slowly adjusting pussy.
The deeper I penetrated, the stronger mom's shuddering became and her moans changed to whimpers, "Morgan da... darling... please be... gen... gentle... with... m...me. You are so hu...huge!..."
I caressed her face and kissed the shapely neck, "Mom, everything will be OK... Just don't fight it..."
She was barely standing on her wobbly legs. Her torso was still trembling.
The only support her body relied on were my hands holding her body and her impaled cunt on my deep inside of her stiff cock...
It took mom's cunt few moments to accommodate my raging cock and then she started going down on it, first at a low speed, but then faster.
Her whimpers changed to wild groans and then she blurted, "Morgan, I feel you all the way to my throat! But it feels so good!!! Please fuck me now..."
"Mommy, I thought you'd never ask... I'll be happy to... Your body makes me want to pound you so hard... I am afraid to hurt you..."
As her body quivered like crazy, I heard her mumble, "Darling, DO IT! I am so aroused with your giant tool filling me to the rim... I need you to just go ahead and do it. Please fuck me!!!..."
I couldn't delay it anymore.
With my mother asking for it and my cock so ready for the final assault, I buried it all the way inside and began shoving it in and out in an unrelenting pace.
A loud cry escaped mom's mouth and her body convulsed uncontrollably on my erect cock.
She was in the midst of her prolonged orgasm when my own climax began too.
Each time a jet of my seed hit her cervix, mom's body jerked...
After what felt like an hour, my dick eruption slowed down.
My cock was still at full mast for several minutes, which was good to keep mom's body in a vertical position on the slippery tub floor...
Slowly her body stopped shaking.
With my deflating cock still inside of her, I grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying her smooth skin.
When I was finished, my shriveled dick slipped off of her and she leaned on the wall with her eyes shut.
I quickly dried myself too.
Then I lifted mom in my arms and carefully carried her to the nearest bed.
Her eyes were closed. Her face was reddish and... glowing...
Was it an afterglow that I heard stories about?...
I let her recover for few minutes with my hand gently caressing her hair and face.
After 15 minutes she opened her eyes and looked at me lovingly, "Morgan, I would have never guessed that you could be so gentle on one hand and such a rough rider on the other!... I can't remember the last time I came so hard..."
"Mom, I love you so much! You have no idea how long I waited to have you in my arms... I even resorted to cheat in order to be closer than a son should be..."
She smirked, "Morgan, do you mean the e-mails you sent me under the pretense of being 'desperatelyinlove'?...
"...Mom, you knew?..."
"Darling, I know you for 18 years and I've read many of your school essays. I recognized your style of writing from the first e-mail, in spite of the fact that you tried to edit it. I was the one who rejected your story, because I had to be sure that it wasn't a temporary whim of an adolescent... After I got the second e-mail, suggesting that I go with MY heart, I knew where YOUR heart was into... You were the only man I could trust 100% and I love you with all my heart! We both wished to consummate our love in spite of society restrictions... So I let you seduce me..."
"Mom, you are so conniving... And I was trying my best to not let you know what my ultimate intentions were..."
"Darling, I love you the way you are... You are my son, my savior and now my lover too!..."
