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"My skin?! What about my skin that drew your gaze that made you to spy on your mother?" my mother asked confused by my answer.
"The way your lamp lit your body, the way it seemed to hug every curve, the way it painted you as you twisted in your bliss," I said feeling my cock swelling as I relived that night.
"W-what else?"
"The way your eyes had a deep need to them," I said starting to feel my pre-cum running down the head of my rod.
"My eyes? Tell me son, why were you looking into my eyes?" my mother's voice had this deep cadence to it as if she was breathing hard for some reason.
"Because I saw your pain Mom."
"My pain? Is that what you saw?"
"Sort of, I know how hard it is for you since Dad's been gone. When I saw that something within me told me I had to try and take it away."
"Why son?"
"Because I love you Mom."
"What else did you see that night, the truth son," my mother said. I didn't know why but it sounded like my mother was intrigued with the undertones of arousal.
"The way your chest rose...," I said my hand began to increase. My right hand slipped below my root cradling my jewels.
"What about my chest?" I dared chance a peak the intrigue was killing me. My eyes ran up her thighs, my mother was wearing pajama pants I haven't seen in two years. The way her legs were crossed drew my gaze into the heart of that forbidden land. The flash of crimson raced along her painted nails, her fingers brushed along her thigh taunting me to wade deeper into that mysterious jungle.
"The way they drew me in wishing to know what their peaks tasted like," I said. I fought to suppress my moan as my eyes ran up her body. Lingering on how her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
"No peeking son!" my mother barked. Pressing my eyelids closed to show my mother that I wasn't peeking. "So my breasts beckoned to you?"
"Mmmhmm," I nodded biting my lip as a wave of pleasure ran up my spine. Then a minute passed then another and the room was silent except for the sound of the slickness of my pre-cum as it resounded within our living room. My breath became still as I felt her cheek brushing against mine. Her breath hot in my ear as I didn't know what to do at that moment. Do I look? Do I dare reach out and touch her breasts? Do I utter the words that were running through my mind at that time?
"No peeking baby," my mother whispered into my ear. My body tensed up as I felt her hand overlapping my own as it cradled my rod in it. My adams apple rose rapidly as I felt her hand gently moving mine. Was my own mother helping me to masturbate? "What else did you see that night?" she asked with the hints of lust in her voice.
"The way you moved your dildo along your labia."
"Huh-uh, go on baby, what about your mother's pussy that held your gaze?"
"The way they parted as you inched it into your...mound," I said trying not to say the "C" word. My mother didn't like that word even if it was an acceptable word for a woman's vagina. "Then I heard this little sexy gasp..." My toes curled bunching up the rug underneath my feet as my mother increased the pace of my hand.
"Oh? You think my gasp was sexy?" The way my mother phrased that question there was no mistaking her need. Then I heard something else, something I heard that night. Wetness. Then I smelled the faint hint of her sex in the air, my mother panted in my ear. I could only assume that my mother was touching herself as I felt the trembling reverberating through the couch.
"Mmmhmm."
"What else baby?" I heard the urgency in her voice. That same sinfulness I heard that night.
"The way your hair framed your angelic face as you were dwelling in your bliss," I moaned as my hand with my mother's help increased it's pace once again. I heard that same intake of breath I heard when she was about to cum that night. How my cock surged at that licentious shudder of her breath. My balls churned announcing that the expulsion of my seed was neigh. "Mom...I'm..."
"Is my baby going to cum, is he going to cum thinking about the woman he saw that night?"
"Oh god," I loudly moaned as I felt my mother kneading the head of my cock.
"Well?"
"Yes...I'm going to cum thinking about that woman I saw that night," I groaned as my mother's hand joined mine in stimulating my cock. Which took over full control batting my hand away, my thighs trembled as the palm of her hand ran up the back of my cock. The softness of her skin drove my mind insane as it fixated on that one sensation.
"Do it! Cum for that woman, cum thinking how that woman aroused this cock of yours. Cum thinking of filling her pussy with this cock," my mother said her breath pulsed against my eardrum. My mother will testify to this, but I'm very vocal when I ejaculate. It was why I always did it when my parents weren't home so they wouldn't have to hear me. It was the same on that day than any other day as my cock erupted spewing my hot cum all over my chest and stomach. I took a chance. I peeked out of the corner of my right eye. I watched as my mother had come along with me. Given how her left hand was buried deep within her pajama pants as she knelt on the couch beside me. Her eyes were closing, biting down on her lower lip to contain her moan. Quickly closing my eye seeing her starting to come out of her blissful experience. "How did it feel cumming for that woman?" My mother asked unaware of what I just saw.
"Sublime," I said wondering how my mother would take that.
"Mmm...well, you need to clean yourself up before you ruin my couch," my mother whispered to me before leaving me alone in that room I have entertained myself in for all my life.
Two months had passed since that day. Not that it wasn't as blissful as it sounded. As I have said this was about my mother, not about my own gratification. Over the past sixty days I began to notice a slight change in my mother. When my schooling started back my mother always looked forlorn when I left in the morning. Unlike my first year when I would hang out on campus or with a few of my friends late into the night once my class for the day was over. I would return home once my teachers released the class for the day. I'm sure my friends noticed my disappearance during that time. However, I had a mission. A desire to see that beautiful smile of hers returned to her lush lips. When I returned home every day, my mother had this genuine smile on her lips as she saw me walking through the yard to the warehouse.
Not the fake smile she has been wearing, but a god's honest truth, a smile that lit up those stunning eyes of hers. Then there were the times when I had the day off from school and was working on a project out in the warehouse. My mother would always find some reason to be around me or to have me be around her. Which I tell you I really didn't mind. My mother is a beautiful woman. What man wouldn't want to spend a moment alone with her, when they had her undivided attention.
Gradually my mother began to venture out of the house once again. Always taking me along with her, again something I wasn't against. It wasn't much, a hike here, lounging in the backyard on a lazy Saturday afternoon, to the fireworks festival. Yet our conversations always sounded like two grown people chatting away into the night, unbeknownst to the world that they were mother and son. I also noted how her attire began to change as well. Give my mother a single strip of cloth and she manages to find a way to make that article as appealing on her body any way she could. She was never into fancy dresses and what not, but when it was just us she would do something that would accentuate one part of that heavenly body.
Always drawing my eye even if my mind knew it or not. Whether my mother noticed or not I can't say. It wasn't until I was in the middle of my morning shower before heading out for the day. That my mind posed a question that I haven't even begun to think about. My heart skipped in my chest as it rolled across my mind. My eyes darted to and fro as the water struck my chest as I stood there pondering the revelation that I was in love with my own mother. Not the like of love one has for a parent. A love that only lies between a man and a woman. Shaking my head, no matter what I felt I couldn't force that on my mother. Not with this, not this.
My mother was only beginning to come out of the shell of her depression. I didn't want to send her back deeper into it with the knowledge that her own son had fallen in love with her. I knew I had to bury it. Hide it so deeply that it would never see the light of day. All that mattered was her getting better, not what her deprived son was thinking of his own mother. I was determined to see that smile of hers fully restored no matter the cost to me. Even if it meant I could never act on what I was feeling at that moment.
Once I was dressed I quietly entered my mother's room. I tried not to notice how the sheet clung to my mother's body. Tried not to see how beautiful she was as the dawning light bathed her slumbering form as it shone through the window. Leaning down, my nostrils flared at the lingering scent of her lotion, placing a kiss on her cheek. It was something I've always done when I had to leave if she or my father wasn't up before me. It was my way of saying if I don't see you again then you knew I loved you when I left that morning if something were to ever happen to me. However, I wasn't prepared as my mother's arm reached up in her sleep. Wrapping itself around my neck and pulling me down onto the bed beside my mother. My hand was hesitant on where I could and couldn't touch my mother's body as it hovered over her.
"Oh god!" I was so drooling in my head as my mother pressed her body against mine. I was certain of two things in that instance. One my mother was naked underneath that sheet as I saw the t-shit and her panties laying in disarray on the other side of her bed. Two if I didn't leave soon my mother would notice something hard pressed against her stomach very soon.
"Mmm," my mother uttered in her dream-like trance. Her nose brushed along side mine as she struggled to awake. "Morning sweetheart," my mother cooed as her right thigh brushed along mine.
"M-morning Mom," I stammered trying not to focus on how her breasts felt against my chest.
"Come straight home once your class is over, there's something I want to talk to you about," my mother said sleepily.
"S-sure Mom," I said those half laden eyes of hers drew me further into waters I dared not waded into. My heart was racing as my mother caressed my left cheek. Then I felt a light brushing of something against my lips. I glanced down then back up my mother's eyes were sparkling with mischief. Inwardly I sucked in a gasp as my mother's lips pressed against mine. How her lips felt so sublime as I lost myself in that brief embrace.
"You best hurry or you'll hit traffic," my mother said patting my cheek. "Do be safe baby," she said to me her fingers danced along my jaw as she got in another kiss. I would have happily laid there all day just to feel her lips.
All day that encounter played out in my head. I couldn't focus on what subject my teachers were speaking on. My mind had become captivated by the image of my mother. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this. I know it's wrong, nevertheless, I can't help but see how beautiful she is as a woman. My head banged loudly on my desk as I groaned in frustration. I was glad for the empty classroom, I so wasn't in the mood to answer questions that I couldn't rightly answer. Not without divulging the depravity I had fallen into. Although, I began to think to myself, a devious smile began to spread across my lips. Knowing how many of the guys in town would have killed to know what it was like to be kissed by her, or to see her naked like I did. At least in this I could take solace I was leagues ahead of any guy around vying for my mother's attention.
It was three thirty by the time I got home from school. The yard was closed due to it being Friday. My eyes glanced up at my home knowing my mother had spent the day all alone. Pulling into the garage, blowing out a breath as I leaned over to grab my bag. The car door closed with a light kiss as my mother's words from this morning ran through my head. As I entered the house proper, all was silent as I hung my keys by the door. Something my father always did, and it seems I've inherited that little habit of his.
"Baby?" my mother's voice called out from the upper floor. Filling our house in her sweet voice.
"Yeah Mom, it's me," I said as I neared the stairs so I could languish in my forbidden desire in my room.
"Could you come to my room for a bit?"
"Sure Mom," I said setting my bag down by my bedroom door. The rubber of my soles muffling my footsteps on the floor boards as I neared my mother's bedroom
"Come in Billy, there's no need for you to knock." I heard my mother say as I was posed to place a knock on the door. To say my breath was stolen at what greeted me was an understatement. There on her bed my mother knelt, her right hand reached back pushing up her hair, her sultry eyes gazed hungrily at me as I stood in the doorway. Biting her nail, her lips curled drawing me back into those lustful waves I witnessed over two months ago. Her deep aquamarine teddy draped down her chest. My mouth watered at how those light brown nipples pressed against the fabric. The light of the room danced along her stomach drawing my gaze southward to her matching panties. "So I've seen that look," my mother said in a wanton purr, "a look a son shouldn't have for his mother," she cooed as her fingers danced down her neck. "Is that all you want from me, is to fuck me?" My eyes savored the image as my mother's hands ran over her breasts before cradling them for my viewing pleasure.
"N-no," I said my voice cracking like I was eleven years old again.
"No?! Is there something else, something more you want from me?" my mother asked with the undertones of amusement. Her right index finger beckoned me closer to her bed as she still held her breast in her hand. How I tried to fight the jealousy I felt at how lucky those hands were to touch those heavenly orbs.
"Yes," I nodded as I stood at the foot of her bed.
"Yes what sweetheart?" my mother asked as she playfully lifted and tugged at the hem of her teddy.
"Yes, I want more than just sex Mom," I said laying it all out. Hoping my mother could see that I could banish that sadness I have seen for far too long.
"I see. Do you love me William? Do you love me as the woman you saw that night, or do you simply love me like any child does for their mother?" my mother asked tilting her head to the side allowing her hair to cascaded down her body.
"I love both, I love the woman I saw that night, witnessed the need she has yet left unfilled. I love you as my mother," I said my heart was racing as my mother closed the distance between us, "the woman that's given everything...," my voice stilled as my mother placed her finger over my lips.
"Do you love me, William? Do you love me as a woman?" my mother asked again her eyes searching mine as I nodded. "Do you want to be with me always William?" I heard the uncertainty in her voice when she spoke that question. As if she was as afraid of speaking of the emotions she most have felt as I did when I came to the conclusion that I was indeed in love with my own mother.
"Of course I do," I said sincerely as I reached up, taking her left hand into mine, pulling it away from my lips before placing a kiss on her palm. Inhaling the scents of her skin in case this was the last time I could ever be this close to her. I felt my mother trembling as my lips brushed along her skin.
"You know no one can never know of this? You know what happens in this room can never leave our lips," my mother said her lips inches away from mine.
"I know, but all I want is for you to be happy. To see this smile again," I said my thumb brushing along my mother's lower lip. Her cheek nuzzled against my hand as my mother looked at me not as her son, but as the man she was going to make love to. In all my years, in all my encounters with women not one of them could ever capture that look as my mother had at that moment. Kicking my shoes off of my feet as I leaned in. My mother offered no resistance as our lips meet. Our lips parting to giving each other access to our wandering tongues. Then I felt it, it hit me like a brick wall, the fire I saw that night. The burning hunger. My mother pulled me on top of her as she fell backwards onto her bed. Her hands roughly pulling my shirt tails from my pants as her lips ravaged mine. Not that I was complaining, my mother can get a little frisky when it comes to the bedroom. We stared into each other's eyes as my mother tossed away my shirt.
"You do make me happy, baby," my mother said sweetly as her thumb brushed along my cheek. "But right now I'm not your mother. I'm the woman you've been gazing in wonder lust at, like I wouldn't know," she said flashing me this coy smile, "I'm the woman that's been waiting for you to tell me how you really felt about me." My mother rose slightly off the bed as I pushed her teddy up her chest. Before anything else, there was something I been dreaming about, and I was damn sure going to know what her breasts felt and tasted like. I felt her skin heating as my lips trailed down her neck, the rapid breaths as my lips danced along her skin. The way she shuddered as my nose continued its northern trek up her right mountains orb. The intake of breath that drew through her lips as mine gently wrapped around her nipple. Feeling her muscles tremble as my fingertips danced along her thigh as my tongue rolled along her areola. Leaving a trail of sweet kisses from the peak of her right breast down her wanton valley to her other mountainous peak. It seemed wrong to leave the other wanting, now doesn't it? "Oh William!" my mother cried out as I continued my southernly trek to explore this divine body that was brought down from the heavens.
My mother's hips lifted as I pulled down her panties. I watched her reaction to mine as she brought her legs up. Showing me how lovely her tight little peach was when I was face to face with it. Lowering her legs back to the bed, spreading her legs, resting her feet on either side of me as my mother allowed me to gaze at that mana from heaven unabated.
"Look at me William," my mother said directing my eyes upward. "This house, this life, this body, this...," she said reaching down taking hold of my hand. The tips of my fingers dragged along her skin before she placed the palm of my hand over her heart. "Heart. Is all I can give you. Is this the life you want?"
"Mom," I said resting on my left arm as I hovered over her, "there isn't another place I would rather be than right here in this moment with you," I said before kissing her softly.
"Baby, I needed to feel you here," my mother said running my hand down her chest to come to a rest over her mound.
"I was planning on getting to that," I said with a coy smile.
"You better," my mother said in this rather cute little voice.
I felt her frustration growing as I kissed down one thigh, along the edge of her pussy, then repeating the process with her other thigh. I noticed how the longer I teased her the more of her dew began to coat her labia. Yet as my lips finally gently plucked at my mother's moist lips. I wasn't prepared for what was to come.
"Fuck! Mmmhmm! Yes. Yes. Taste it! Taste the woman that's going to be fucking you." I was stunned to say the least. My mother cussing, what has the world coming to. The horror I tell you. I glanced up and was meet with one of the most wonderous things any man could be so gracious gifted to see. I began to ponder if this was what Eden looked like as I gazed upon those lofty orbs. To watch that angelic face as she bathed in the sheer elation, to be free to live in that moment now that one had come to partake in this most holy of tasks. As those heavenly orbs rose so did my own pleasure as I was finally able to make that divine voice sing as my lips gently tugged on those moist lips.
"F-f-fuck," my mother hissed in this chaotic twitch as my fingers slowly pulling my mother's labia a part. Her canal clenched as my hot breath teased her entrance. Her thighs quaked in anticipation of the secret treasure I was meant to find. "YES!" my mother howled as her hips lifted off the bed. The sweet ambrosia began to gather waiting for its brethren in its long sacred pilgrimage. The heaven shook, thunderous beats echoed out, the cosmos was in chaos as the spark began to grow, to flicker to life. Hurricanic wind drew pass my ear as that goddess before me prepared to speak to the one praying at her altar. "William!"
I was the chosen as that hand held me in place. That sweet nectar began to flow, to taunt my noise from the days that had been denied such bliss. My tongue curled out parting her lips to taste the gift this goddess had so graciously bequeath me. Her fingers weaved through strands of my hair. That once holy being now was curled, her chest heaved a slight sheen of sweat clung to her skin. I dared to chance my luck to truly gaze at this goddess who has allowed this simple pilgrim to taste the nectar of the gods. What I saw in those hungry, predatory, sinful eyes...it wasn't her sadness that was certain. The way those hypnotic violet eyes flared as the beast had been awoken, and there was only one she wanted, or that was the feeling I got as I stared deeply into her soul.
"Yes baby, do you like the taste of your...?!" I answered her question as I rolled my tongue within that hot canal foretelling the bountiful gifts I was about to receive. The heavens quaked and thundered as that spark began to build again. I always thought that I was the indeed lucky one to ever know a woman like this. Again my mirth rose as that angel sang. I have mentioned this before this is about my mother not about my own satisfaction. "Oh...god, oh...god," my mother gulped as I renewed my assault. Her thighs gently squeezed my head as her body embraced me, wrapping me in her warmth as my mother slowly rocked her hips as I sought for that hidden treasure. "That's it, that's the spot that needs your touch baby," my mother cooed sweetly as she struggled for breath. My eyes were awash in that holy light as she held the sun's rays enthralled. Her hand reached down along the left side of my face, my hands worked quickly to remove that damnable piece of cloth that kept me from knowing this woman. The light pressure on the underside of my chin lifted me from my devotion at her altar. My hands roughly pushed my pants down as that goddess drew me up her holy body. My heart raced knowing I was unworthy of tasting those lips as she brought me closer.
I nearly melted as I felt the softness of her thighs as they rubbed against mine as I hovered over that angelic body. I had some how manage not to blow my load as I felt her embrace on my hard dangling rod. I knew what was coming as I felt those soft lips once again. Feeling my mother slightly lifting her hips below me. I gasped as my engorged head ran through her labia. My fingers curled around the sheet as my cock began it's slow journey into her forbidden kingdom. My eyes watched and savored how that goddess below me reacted as my hips thrust my rod deep into her hot cunt. We stared at one another knowing that we were now forevermore lovers. Lovers that could not turn back time even if we tried to.
"Oh William," my mother softly moaned her hands gripped my biceps as her back arched.
"You're so beautiful." The words flowed pass my lips regardless if I wanted them to or not. My thumb ran along her cheek, seeing her eyes quivering in true happiness in the first time in two years. Then I slowly began to make love to this divine woman that allowed me a chance to be with her like this.
Yelping in surprise as my mother rolled be on to my back after ten minutes of me bringing pleasure to that heavenly body. That hungry goddess sat over me, gazing down at me like some sinful devil. A look of primal hunger and satisfaction rained down upon me as her hips began to rock back and forth as her right hand rested on my chest. Forever telling the world and me that I now serve this goddess as she allowed me to experience Shangri-La. The animalistic look in those violet eyes as her paradise squeezed my cock to sweet surrender foretelling what was to come.
"Tonight," my mother whispered her lips brushing along mine as she leaned over me. My spent cock still deep inside that hot, wet, orgasmic pussy. Filling her juices and my cum dripping down onto my skin. "Why don't you sleep with your mother?"
"What the hell!" Alysa shouted as she flipped through the notebook she had found in her son's room as she had came in to fetch his dirty clothes. She had found it by accident as her son went to great lengths to hide it, and it was no wonder that he did given the contents. To say she was shocked by what she had read in her own son's handwriting about her no less was an understatement. Yet she couldn't deny how it made her feel. "Was that how he really saw me? Is this how he truly feels about me?" she asked herself as she flipped back to how her son had described eating out his own mother. Alysa couldn't help herself as her thighs rubbed together, biting her lip as she re-read how he saw her as her son gazed at her from between her legs. Quickly closing the notebook in a loud thud. Shaking her head, she couldn't allow herself to get affected by the story. Yet in the back of her mind she wondered if there was more to the story since she couldn't find anything else in the notebook. "William!" Alysa called out.
As William Burchill stood in the doorway of his own bedroom. He knew his life would be forever changed as he saw his mother holding a notebook that he had hidden away. He had hoped that no one would ever find that story. Prayed that his teacher had been wrong when he started to draft that story. Yet that wasn't so as he looked into his mother's eyes.
"The way your lamp lit your body, the way it seemed to hug every curve, the way it painted you as you twisted in your bliss," I said feeling my cock swelling as I relived that night.
"W-what else?"
"The way your eyes had a deep need to them," I said starting to feel my pre-cum running down the head of my rod.
"My eyes? Tell me son, why were you looking into my eyes?" my mother's voice had this deep cadence to it as if she was breathing hard for some reason.
"Because I saw your pain Mom."
"My pain? Is that what you saw?"
"Sort of, I know how hard it is for you since Dad's been gone. When I saw that something within me told me I had to try and take it away."
"Why son?"
"Because I love you Mom."
"What else did you see that night, the truth son," my mother said. I didn't know why but it sounded like my mother was intrigued with the undertones of arousal.
"The way your chest rose...," I said my hand began to increase. My right hand slipped below my root cradling my jewels.
"What about my chest?" I dared chance a peak the intrigue was killing me. My eyes ran up her thighs, my mother was wearing pajama pants I haven't seen in two years. The way her legs were crossed drew my gaze into the heart of that forbidden land. The flash of crimson raced along her painted nails, her fingers brushed along her thigh taunting me to wade deeper into that mysterious jungle.
"The way they drew me in wishing to know what their peaks tasted like," I said. I fought to suppress my moan as my eyes ran up her body. Lingering on how her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
"No peeking son!" my mother barked. Pressing my eyelids closed to show my mother that I wasn't peeking. "So my breasts beckoned to you?"
"Mmmhmm," I nodded biting my lip as a wave of pleasure ran up my spine. Then a minute passed then another and the room was silent except for the sound of the slickness of my pre-cum as it resounded within our living room. My breath became still as I felt her cheek brushing against mine. Her breath hot in my ear as I didn't know what to do at that moment. Do I look? Do I dare reach out and touch her breasts? Do I utter the words that were running through my mind at that time?
"No peeking baby," my mother whispered into my ear. My body tensed up as I felt her hand overlapping my own as it cradled my rod in it. My adams apple rose rapidly as I felt her hand gently moving mine. Was my own mother helping me to masturbate? "What else did you see that night?" she asked with the hints of lust in her voice.
"The way you moved your dildo along your labia."
"Huh-uh, go on baby, what about your mother's pussy that held your gaze?"
"The way they parted as you inched it into your...mound," I said trying not to say the "C" word. My mother didn't like that word even if it was an acceptable word for a woman's vagina. "Then I heard this little sexy gasp..." My toes curled bunching up the rug underneath my feet as my mother increased the pace of my hand.
"Oh? You think my gasp was sexy?" The way my mother phrased that question there was no mistaking her need. Then I heard something else, something I heard that night. Wetness. Then I smelled the faint hint of her sex in the air, my mother panted in my ear. I could only assume that my mother was touching herself as I felt the trembling reverberating through the couch.
"Mmmhmm."
"What else baby?" I heard the urgency in her voice. That same sinfulness I heard that night.
"The way your hair framed your angelic face as you were dwelling in your bliss," I moaned as my hand with my mother's help increased it's pace once again. I heard that same intake of breath I heard when she was about to cum that night. How my cock surged at that licentious shudder of her breath. My balls churned announcing that the expulsion of my seed was neigh. "Mom...I'm..."
"Is my baby going to cum, is he going to cum thinking about the woman he saw that night?"
"Oh god," I loudly moaned as I felt my mother kneading the head of my cock.
"Well?"
"Yes...I'm going to cum thinking about that woman I saw that night," I groaned as my mother's hand joined mine in stimulating my cock. Which took over full control batting my hand away, my thighs trembled as the palm of her hand ran up the back of my cock. The softness of her skin drove my mind insane as it fixated on that one sensation.
"Do it! Cum for that woman, cum thinking how that woman aroused this cock of yours. Cum thinking of filling her pussy with this cock," my mother said her breath pulsed against my eardrum. My mother will testify to this, but I'm very vocal when I ejaculate. It was why I always did it when my parents weren't home so they wouldn't have to hear me. It was the same on that day than any other day as my cock erupted spewing my hot cum all over my chest and stomach. I took a chance. I peeked out of the corner of my right eye. I watched as my mother had come along with me. Given how her left hand was buried deep within her pajama pants as she knelt on the couch beside me. Her eyes were closing, biting down on her lower lip to contain her moan. Quickly closing my eye seeing her starting to come out of her blissful experience. "How did it feel cumming for that woman?" My mother asked unaware of what I just saw.
"Sublime," I said wondering how my mother would take that.
"Mmm...well, you need to clean yourself up before you ruin my couch," my mother whispered to me before leaving me alone in that room I have entertained myself in for all my life.
Two months had passed since that day. Not that it wasn't as blissful as it sounded. As I have said this was about my mother, not about my own gratification. Over the past sixty days I began to notice a slight change in my mother. When my schooling started back my mother always looked forlorn when I left in the morning. Unlike my first year when I would hang out on campus or with a few of my friends late into the night once my class for the day was over. I would return home once my teachers released the class for the day. I'm sure my friends noticed my disappearance during that time. However, I had a mission. A desire to see that beautiful smile of hers returned to her lush lips. When I returned home every day, my mother had this genuine smile on her lips as she saw me walking through the yard to the warehouse.
Not the fake smile she has been wearing, but a god's honest truth, a smile that lit up those stunning eyes of hers. Then there were the times when I had the day off from school and was working on a project out in the warehouse. My mother would always find some reason to be around me or to have me be around her. Which I tell you I really didn't mind. My mother is a beautiful woman. What man wouldn't want to spend a moment alone with her, when they had her undivided attention.
Gradually my mother began to venture out of the house once again. Always taking me along with her, again something I wasn't against. It wasn't much, a hike here, lounging in the backyard on a lazy Saturday afternoon, to the fireworks festival. Yet our conversations always sounded like two grown people chatting away into the night, unbeknownst to the world that they were mother and son. I also noted how her attire began to change as well. Give my mother a single strip of cloth and she manages to find a way to make that article as appealing on her body any way she could. She was never into fancy dresses and what not, but when it was just us she would do something that would accentuate one part of that heavenly body.
Always drawing my eye even if my mind knew it or not. Whether my mother noticed or not I can't say. It wasn't until I was in the middle of my morning shower before heading out for the day. That my mind posed a question that I haven't even begun to think about. My heart skipped in my chest as it rolled across my mind. My eyes darted to and fro as the water struck my chest as I stood there pondering the revelation that I was in love with my own mother. Not the like of love one has for a parent. A love that only lies between a man and a woman. Shaking my head, no matter what I felt I couldn't force that on my mother. Not with this, not this.
My mother was only beginning to come out of the shell of her depression. I didn't want to send her back deeper into it with the knowledge that her own son had fallen in love with her. I knew I had to bury it. Hide it so deeply that it would never see the light of day. All that mattered was her getting better, not what her deprived son was thinking of his own mother. I was determined to see that smile of hers fully restored no matter the cost to me. Even if it meant I could never act on what I was feeling at that moment.
Once I was dressed I quietly entered my mother's room. I tried not to notice how the sheet clung to my mother's body. Tried not to see how beautiful she was as the dawning light bathed her slumbering form as it shone through the window. Leaning down, my nostrils flared at the lingering scent of her lotion, placing a kiss on her cheek. It was something I've always done when I had to leave if she or my father wasn't up before me. It was my way of saying if I don't see you again then you knew I loved you when I left that morning if something were to ever happen to me. However, I wasn't prepared as my mother's arm reached up in her sleep. Wrapping itself around my neck and pulling me down onto the bed beside my mother. My hand was hesitant on where I could and couldn't touch my mother's body as it hovered over her.
"Oh god!" I was so drooling in my head as my mother pressed her body against mine. I was certain of two things in that instance. One my mother was naked underneath that sheet as I saw the t-shit and her panties laying in disarray on the other side of her bed. Two if I didn't leave soon my mother would notice something hard pressed against her stomach very soon.
"Mmm," my mother uttered in her dream-like trance. Her nose brushed along side mine as she struggled to awake. "Morning sweetheart," my mother cooed as her right thigh brushed along mine.
"M-morning Mom," I stammered trying not to focus on how her breasts felt against my chest.
"Come straight home once your class is over, there's something I want to talk to you about," my mother said sleepily.
"S-sure Mom," I said those half laden eyes of hers drew me further into waters I dared not waded into. My heart was racing as my mother caressed my left cheek. Then I felt a light brushing of something against my lips. I glanced down then back up my mother's eyes were sparkling with mischief. Inwardly I sucked in a gasp as my mother's lips pressed against mine. How her lips felt so sublime as I lost myself in that brief embrace.
"You best hurry or you'll hit traffic," my mother said patting my cheek. "Do be safe baby," she said to me her fingers danced along my jaw as she got in another kiss. I would have happily laid there all day just to feel her lips.
All day that encounter played out in my head. I couldn't focus on what subject my teachers were speaking on. My mind had become captivated by the image of my mother. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this. I know it's wrong, nevertheless, I can't help but see how beautiful she is as a woman. My head banged loudly on my desk as I groaned in frustration. I was glad for the empty classroom, I so wasn't in the mood to answer questions that I couldn't rightly answer. Not without divulging the depravity I had fallen into. Although, I began to think to myself, a devious smile began to spread across my lips. Knowing how many of the guys in town would have killed to know what it was like to be kissed by her, or to see her naked like I did. At least in this I could take solace I was leagues ahead of any guy around vying for my mother's attention.
It was three thirty by the time I got home from school. The yard was closed due to it being Friday. My eyes glanced up at my home knowing my mother had spent the day all alone. Pulling into the garage, blowing out a breath as I leaned over to grab my bag. The car door closed with a light kiss as my mother's words from this morning ran through my head. As I entered the house proper, all was silent as I hung my keys by the door. Something my father always did, and it seems I've inherited that little habit of his.
"Baby?" my mother's voice called out from the upper floor. Filling our house in her sweet voice.
"Yeah Mom, it's me," I said as I neared the stairs so I could languish in my forbidden desire in my room.
"Could you come to my room for a bit?"
"Sure Mom," I said setting my bag down by my bedroom door. The rubber of my soles muffling my footsteps on the floor boards as I neared my mother's bedroom
"Come in Billy, there's no need for you to knock." I heard my mother say as I was posed to place a knock on the door. To say my breath was stolen at what greeted me was an understatement. There on her bed my mother knelt, her right hand reached back pushing up her hair, her sultry eyes gazed hungrily at me as I stood in the doorway. Biting her nail, her lips curled drawing me back into those lustful waves I witnessed over two months ago. Her deep aquamarine teddy draped down her chest. My mouth watered at how those light brown nipples pressed against the fabric. The light of the room danced along her stomach drawing my gaze southward to her matching panties. "So I've seen that look," my mother said in a wanton purr, "a look a son shouldn't have for his mother," she cooed as her fingers danced down her neck. "Is that all you want from me, is to fuck me?" My eyes savored the image as my mother's hands ran over her breasts before cradling them for my viewing pleasure.
"N-no," I said my voice cracking like I was eleven years old again.
"No?! Is there something else, something more you want from me?" my mother asked with the undertones of amusement. Her right index finger beckoned me closer to her bed as she still held her breast in her hand. How I tried to fight the jealousy I felt at how lucky those hands were to touch those heavenly orbs.
"Yes," I nodded as I stood at the foot of her bed.
"Yes what sweetheart?" my mother asked as she playfully lifted and tugged at the hem of her teddy.
"Yes, I want more than just sex Mom," I said laying it all out. Hoping my mother could see that I could banish that sadness I have seen for far too long.
"I see. Do you love me William? Do you love me as the woman you saw that night, or do you simply love me like any child does for their mother?" my mother asked tilting her head to the side allowing her hair to cascaded down her body.
"I love both, I love the woman I saw that night, witnessed the need she has yet left unfilled. I love you as my mother," I said my heart was racing as my mother closed the distance between us, "the woman that's given everything...," my voice stilled as my mother placed her finger over my lips.
"Do you love me, William? Do you love me as a woman?" my mother asked again her eyes searching mine as I nodded. "Do you want to be with me always William?" I heard the uncertainty in her voice when she spoke that question. As if she was as afraid of speaking of the emotions she most have felt as I did when I came to the conclusion that I was indeed in love with my own mother.
"Of course I do," I said sincerely as I reached up, taking her left hand into mine, pulling it away from my lips before placing a kiss on her palm. Inhaling the scents of her skin in case this was the last time I could ever be this close to her. I felt my mother trembling as my lips brushed along her skin.
"You know no one can never know of this? You know what happens in this room can never leave our lips," my mother said her lips inches away from mine.
"I know, but all I want is for you to be happy. To see this smile again," I said my thumb brushing along my mother's lower lip. Her cheek nuzzled against my hand as my mother looked at me not as her son, but as the man she was going to make love to. In all my years, in all my encounters with women not one of them could ever capture that look as my mother had at that moment. Kicking my shoes off of my feet as I leaned in. My mother offered no resistance as our lips meet. Our lips parting to giving each other access to our wandering tongues. Then I felt it, it hit me like a brick wall, the fire I saw that night. The burning hunger. My mother pulled me on top of her as she fell backwards onto her bed. Her hands roughly pulling my shirt tails from my pants as her lips ravaged mine. Not that I was complaining, my mother can get a little frisky when it comes to the bedroom. We stared into each other's eyes as my mother tossed away my shirt.
"You do make me happy, baby," my mother said sweetly as her thumb brushed along my cheek. "But right now I'm not your mother. I'm the woman you've been gazing in wonder lust at, like I wouldn't know," she said flashing me this coy smile, "I'm the woman that's been waiting for you to tell me how you really felt about me." My mother rose slightly off the bed as I pushed her teddy up her chest. Before anything else, there was something I been dreaming about, and I was damn sure going to know what her breasts felt and tasted like. I felt her skin heating as my lips trailed down her neck, the rapid breaths as my lips danced along her skin. The way she shuddered as my nose continued its northern trek up her right mountains orb. The intake of breath that drew through her lips as mine gently wrapped around her nipple. Feeling her muscles tremble as my fingertips danced along her thigh as my tongue rolled along her areola. Leaving a trail of sweet kisses from the peak of her right breast down her wanton valley to her other mountainous peak. It seemed wrong to leave the other wanting, now doesn't it? "Oh William!" my mother cried out as I continued my southernly trek to explore this divine body that was brought down from the heavens.
My mother's hips lifted as I pulled down her panties. I watched her reaction to mine as she brought her legs up. Showing me how lovely her tight little peach was when I was face to face with it. Lowering her legs back to the bed, spreading her legs, resting her feet on either side of me as my mother allowed me to gaze at that mana from heaven unabated.
"Look at me William," my mother said directing my eyes upward. "This house, this life, this body, this...," she said reaching down taking hold of my hand. The tips of my fingers dragged along her skin before she placed the palm of my hand over her heart. "Heart. Is all I can give you. Is this the life you want?"
"Mom," I said resting on my left arm as I hovered over her, "there isn't another place I would rather be than right here in this moment with you," I said before kissing her softly.
"Baby, I needed to feel you here," my mother said running my hand down her chest to come to a rest over her mound.
"I was planning on getting to that," I said with a coy smile.
"You better," my mother said in this rather cute little voice.
I felt her frustration growing as I kissed down one thigh, along the edge of her pussy, then repeating the process with her other thigh. I noticed how the longer I teased her the more of her dew began to coat her labia. Yet as my lips finally gently plucked at my mother's moist lips. I wasn't prepared for what was to come.
"Fuck! Mmmhmm! Yes. Yes. Taste it! Taste the woman that's going to be fucking you." I was stunned to say the least. My mother cussing, what has the world coming to. The horror I tell you. I glanced up and was meet with one of the most wonderous things any man could be so gracious gifted to see. I began to ponder if this was what Eden looked like as I gazed upon those lofty orbs. To watch that angelic face as she bathed in the sheer elation, to be free to live in that moment now that one had come to partake in this most holy of tasks. As those heavenly orbs rose so did my own pleasure as I was finally able to make that divine voice sing as my lips gently tugged on those moist lips.
"F-f-fuck," my mother hissed in this chaotic twitch as my fingers slowly pulling my mother's labia a part. Her canal clenched as my hot breath teased her entrance. Her thighs quaked in anticipation of the secret treasure I was meant to find. "YES!" my mother howled as her hips lifted off the bed. The sweet ambrosia began to gather waiting for its brethren in its long sacred pilgrimage. The heaven shook, thunderous beats echoed out, the cosmos was in chaos as the spark began to grow, to flicker to life. Hurricanic wind drew pass my ear as that goddess before me prepared to speak to the one praying at her altar. "William!"
I was the chosen as that hand held me in place. That sweet nectar began to flow, to taunt my noise from the days that had been denied such bliss. My tongue curled out parting her lips to taste the gift this goddess had so graciously bequeath me. Her fingers weaved through strands of my hair. That once holy being now was curled, her chest heaved a slight sheen of sweat clung to her skin. I dared to chance my luck to truly gaze at this goddess who has allowed this simple pilgrim to taste the nectar of the gods. What I saw in those hungry, predatory, sinful eyes...it wasn't her sadness that was certain. The way those hypnotic violet eyes flared as the beast had been awoken, and there was only one she wanted, or that was the feeling I got as I stared deeply into her soul.
"Yes baby, do you like the taste of your...?!" I answered her question as I rolled my tongue within that hot canal foretelling the bountiful gifts I was about to receive. The heavens quaked and thundered as that spark began to build again. I always thought that I was the indeed lucky one to ever know a woman like this. Again my mirth rose as that angel sang. I have mentioned this before this is about my mother not about my own satisfaction. "Oh...god, oh...god," my mother gulped as I renewed my assault. Her thighs gently squeezed my head as her body embraced me, wrapping me in her warmth as my mother slowly rocked her hips as I sought for that hidden treasure. "That's it, that's the spot that needs your touch baby," my mother cooed sweetly as she struggled for breath. My eyes were awash in that holy light as she held the sun's rays enthralled. Her hand reached down along the left side of my face, my hands worked quickly to remove that damnable piece of cloth that kept me from knowing this woman. The light pressure on the underside of my chin lifted me from my devotion at her altar. My hands roughly pushed my pants down as that goddess drew me up her holy body. My heart raced knowing I was unworthy of tasting those lips as she brought me closer.
I nearly melted as I felt the softness of her thighs as they rubbed against mine as I hovered over that angelic body. I had some how manage not to blow my load as I felt her embrace on my hard dangling rod. I knew what was coming as I felt those soft lips once again. Feeling my mother slightly lifting her hips below me. I gasped as my engorged head ran through her labia. My fingers curled around the sheet as my cock began it's slow journey into her forbidden kingdom. My eyes watched and savored how that goddess below me reacted as my hips thrust my rod deep into her hot cunt. We stared at one another knowing that we were now forevermore lovers. Lovers that could not turn back time even if we tried to.
"Oh William," my mother softly moaned her hands gripped my biceps as her back arched.
"You're so beautiful." The words flowed pass my lips regardless if I wanted them to or not. My thumb ran along her cheek, seeing her eyes quivering in true happiness in the first time in two years. Then I slowly began to make love to this divine woman that allowed me a chance to be with her like this.
Yelping in surprise as my mother rolled be on to my back after ten minutes of me bringing pleasure to that heavenly body. That hungry goddess sat over me, gazing down at me like some sinful devil. A look of primal hunger and satisfaction rained down upon me as her hips began to rock back and forth as her right hand rested on my chest. Forever telling the world and me that I now serve this goddess as she allowed me to experience Shangri-La. The animalistic look in those violet eyes as her paradise squeezed my cock to sweet surrender foretelling what was to come.
"Tonight," my mother whispered her lips brushing along mine as she leaned over me. My spent cock still deep inside that hot, wet, orgasmic pussy. Filling her juices and my cum dripping down onto my skin. "Why don't you sleep with your mother?"
"What the hell!" Alysa shouted as she flipped through the notebook she had found in her son's room as she had came in to fetch his dirty clothes. She had found it by accident as her son went to great lengths to hide it, and it was no wonder that he did given the contents. To say she was shocked by what she had read in her own son's handwriting about her no less was an understatement. Yet she couldn't deny how it made her feel. "Was that how he really saw me? Is this how he truly feels about me?" she asked herself as she flipped back to how her son had described eating out his own mother. Alysa couldn't help herself as her thighs rubbed together, biting her lip as she re-read how he saw her as her son gazed at her from between her legs. Quickly closing the notebook in a loud thud. Shaking her head, she couldn't allow herself to get affected by the story. Yet in the back of her mind she wondered if there was more to the story since she couldn't find anything else in the notebook. "William!" Alysa called out.
As William Burchill stood in the doorway of his own bedroom. He knew his life would be forever changed as he saw his mother holding a notebook that he had hidden away. He had hoped that no one would ever find that story. Prayed that his teacher had been wrong when he started to draft that story. Yet that wasn't so as he looked into his mother's eyes.
The End.
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