Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Craig's Story

Hi. I'm Craig, and my mom's name is Myra. Before I start telling you about us, let me give you a bit of background. My Dad and Mom have been together for 26 years, three years of dating with my father trying to convince Mom to marry him, followed by 23 years of marriage. I'm twenty. My mother stopped working just before I was born and never went back. They met while both worked at medical supply company, he in management and she in sales. Dad now runs one of the regional divisions. Looking at my mom, you would notice that she is attractive but you'd also get the feeling that she was once a real 'looker'.

My parents seem to operate in separate worlds and pass by each other cordially but as if they're living in different dimensions. I have always been closer to my mom, partly because his career has always been my dad's abiding interest. I went to work there one summer, against my wishes and I think Dad's too. I discovered that my dad still has a taste for lookers and has no end of attractive and ambitious young women willing to provide the fruit. Dad didn't try to argue me out of quitting after only one month and agree to fund me as if I was working to stay home and write, upon my mother's insistence.

So I spent my next summer at home, writing whatever I felt like, and hanging out with Mom. Although she never mentioned it, I think Mom knew about Dad's extracurricular activities and was hurt by it. Very attractive women generally find this kind of thing harder to handle but Mom didn't seem to care, and was more interested in ensuring that her life unfolded the way she wished it to.

Anyway, after that summer, Mom asked me to accompany her to Miami Beach to visit her elderly parents over the Xmas holidays. Now, I would have much rather stayed home but felt that I owed Mom and I also didn't want to chance an embarrassing encounter at home with my Dad and a 'guest' or to become mired in a quandary of whether to keep it a secret or not. So I left the cold weather at home for the sunny heat of Miami Beach but carried the dread of living for several weeks in my grandparents stifling apartment and hearing stories of my mother's toddler years for the fiftieth time.

As soon as we got on the plane Mom seemed different, starting with the summery dress she unveiled when she stuffed her coat in the overhead compartment. I noticed the glances of several male passengers as she struggled to remove her coat and how they lingered when she reached up to access the overhead, but she was oblivious to their looks. She was in a mood to chat so I put my book into the seat pouch and waited for her to tire, but she didn't, and was still yakking away when we picked up the rental car.

Instead of going straight to her parent's place, Mom stopped for a late lunch and a drink. I was surprised because her parent's would know what time the plane was due and how long it should take to drive to their place. Even twenty minutes late would require an explanation but Mom insisted on stopping. And that's exactly what happened.

The afternoon and evening were painful. Nana insisted that I sleep on the couch which was a further pain since they were up by six in the morning. While Mom got to sleep in, I had to listen to gossip about the other tenants they'd known for thirty years or more and had been having the same beefs about for all that time.

The day passed slowly, but fortunately I was able to read most of the time after Mom woke up. Gramps insisted we go out for dinner which was four in the afternoon, because he wanted to be home for the news and into bed by eight. At dinner, Mom insisted that they bring a cot from their storage room for me to sleep on in her room. Thank you, thank you, I signaled Mom, knowing I too could sleep in the next morning. Mom and I spent the evening watching a movie after her parents went to bed. It was a very nice time, Mom and I whispering during commercials in the darkened living room so as not to disturb Nan and Gramps.

After the movie, Mom told me to get changed and then into bed so she could do the same. The cot was across the wall at the end of the bed, and I faced away when Mom came in to get undressed but she started talking to me as soon as she came in, complaining she couldn't hear me when I responded to her as she wandered in and out of the ensuite.

"Turn around, Craig. I can't hear you."

So I did. Amazingly, Mom was still fully dressed, walking slowly out of the bathroom, her head cocked to one side as she removed her earring. I was struck by the youthfulness of her figure, silhouetted against the light of the bathroom light behind her. There is something intrinsically feminine about a woman removing her paraphernalia that creates a numb feeling in your chest if not an erotic sensation elsewhere in your body. I experienced that feeling watching Mom saunter out, dropping her earring on the table beside the bed before she sat on the edge of the mattress. She cocked her head the other way to remove the other earring and placed it beside the other.

Still chatting to me she stood, quickly pulled her dress up to the top of her legs and deftly slipped her hands up underneath and then down, sitting in one fluid motion as she brought her pantyhose down to her knees in a well practiced movement. Continuing to talk, Mom raised each foot in turn, pushing her hose down her leg and off her feet. It was a delicious thing to watch and the practiced efficiency couldn't erase the femininity of the moment and the realization that this wasn't just my mother but an attractive and assured woman. I felt blessed to experience my mother in this casually intimate fashion.

With the pantyhose caught on the end of her toe, Mom swung her leg to the end of the bed near me and let it fall to the floor. She glanced up and our eyes met, mine spellbound and her sparkling with mischievousness.

"Nana used to harp at me all the time when I lived at home, 'How can you live with stuff all over the floor?', it really used to bug her," Mom laughed.

I laughed too, hopefully convincing Mom that it was the discarding of her clothes on the floor that I was looking at and not her well-formed, muscular legs.

Mom stood and reached behind to unzip her dress but after a feeble attempt to undo the hook behind her neck, something I'm sure she managed to do all the time, she backed up to the cot and knelt on one knee in front of me.

"Can you unhook me, dear?"

I sat up, released the little hook and waited, catching her by the outside of her shoulders when she wobbled on her knee.

"Unzip me please."

Holding her left shoulder, I pulled the zipper slowly down, past the back of her bra, following her spine to the small of her back.

"Thanks sweetie." Mom's voice was soft as she struggled to her feet. Walking toward the bed, she paused, slipped the dress off one shoulder and then the other before allowing it to fall, stooped and held the dress in one hand at knee height. Each buttock was independently emphasized as she stepped out of the dress and then tossed it to sprawl carelessly on the chair near the window.

Mom turned her head sideways with a smirk on her face, as if to say 'Take that' to Nana, but she didn't turn far enough to make eye contact with me before moving slowly forward wearing just her slip. She paused again in the doorway and lifted the slip to remove her panties, sliding them down to her knees and then leaning against the door jamb while she raised each foot in turn to slip them out of the panty legs. The panties were dropped on the floor beside the door.

Mom stepped through the door to the sink and bent over to brush her teeth but I could see her in the mirror on the door, the slip stretched tight across her buttocks emphasizing the outline of her cheeks and the dark line between them. I saw her face in the mirror as she bent down, her eyes briefly making contact with mine and I blushed, realizing she knew I that I was watching her. Nevertheless, I couldn't look away, noting how her bottom moved and bulged as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

When she finished doing her teeth, Mom started talking again which at least gave me an excuse to be looking at her as she sauntered back into the room, looking gorgeous silhouetted against the bathroom light behind her. I tried not to let my eyes roam over her body but I don't think I was very successful with that. Mom stopped by her bed and turned back the covers while she chatted away. I was happy just to listen, nod and look at her.

After a minute, Mom paused and said, "Can you cover your eyes for a minute, honey? I forgot to take my bra off. Put your hand over your eyes," she added as I turned around to face the mirror on the wall behind the cot.

Covering my eyes with my hand, I managed to peek through my fingers, watching Mom slide the straps of the slip off her shoulders and push it down past her bra. My hand was shaking as she unsnapped the bra and pulled it off, her medium sized breasts first flopping down and then bouncing back, slowly settling into a nice prominent jut from her chest. It must have felt good to be free because Mom sighed and stretched, arching her back in a long bend that emphasized the quality of her tits. Relaxing, she reached down for the straps to pull her slip back into place.

I immediately opened my eyes, catching her with one breast still free for a brief few seconds as she turned back toward me to pull the strap up on that side.

"Oops," Mom laughed. "Too soon, I guess."

"Sorry Mom," I apologized.

"Oh, don't worry about it," she said, walking over to me and bending down to me goodnight, her breasts falling against the front of her slip, nipples pressing strongly into the silky fabric.

Mom walked back to turn off the bathroom before getting into bed. She continued to chat for a long time before finally going to sleep.

I tried to wake up early so I could watch Mom get dressed but when I opened my eyes, I was alone. I got dressed and wandered out to find Nana and Mom having breakfast, both fully dressed. Gramps was already out for his walk.

We hung around until after lunch and then Mom said she was taking me shopping. When we got in the elevator, Mom punched the button for the floor just below us. When the door opened and closed, she flicked the switch to shut if off.

"Here, hold this," she said, handing me her purse and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Shocked, I blushed and turned away. Mom explained as she undid the bottom few buttons on her blouse. "I can't wear a bra around all day in this heat, but you know Nana."

She pulled her blouse open and undid her bra, then awkwardly twisted and pulled until she was able to extract the bra. Though I had turned sideways, I still managed to get a glimpse of her tits, especially after she held her bra out for me to take, allowing me to turn a little more toward her. By the time she buttoned up the final few buttons, two fewer than she'd undone, I was almost facing her square on. Silently, I handed her the bra and she stuffed it into her purse before turning the elevator back on.

Of course, you know where my attention was for the entire afternoon. Mom dragged me shopping and tried on lots of clothes, inviting me to pay close attention to how well each dress, skirt, or blouse fit, a task I felt obliged to do with some degree of enthusiasm. By the time we went back to Nana and Gramps' the blood was flowing easily through my veins. I had spent ours ogling my mom, at her request.

There was a large group of old folks in the lobby and a bunch of them decided to get in the elevator with us. We were pressed to the back, both of us holding bags of Mom's finds from the afternoon. I had gone to the middle, holding bags on both sides, and Mom stepped in right in front of me, moving back as more people crowded in until she was pressed tight against me.

We must have stood like that for almost a minute before someone remembered to push the buttons. Having been primed by the afternoon's observation activities, it didn't take long for me to react to the soft feminine pressure of my mother's bottom. There wasn't anything I could do except hope for lots of raisins to get off on the first stop so Mom could step ahead and put some space between us.

Of course, only one or two got off on each floor, and we had to repeat the process of forgetting to start the elevator on its way at each stop. I was sporting a noticeable boner by the time the third group left. Though there were now four fewer people in the elevator, Mom hadn't given me anymore room. There were only two old ducks left by the time our floor was the next stop. Of course, they then recognized Mom and a little chat ensued. I thought I was done when Mom waved her hands as she talked, moving her butt around on my front. It was lovely and agonizing at the same time. I didn't ever want it to stop at the same time my mind was screaming for her to get her ass off my dick before I soaked us both.

Finally, I said in desperation, "Mom."

"Oh sorry, dear," Mom looked back at me. "I guess we'd better get going." She then leaned forward, not stepped mind you but leaned forward, to push the button for our floor, her ass digging against my inflamed member. When the door opened, I squeezed out from behind Mom and shuffled quickly down to Nana and Gramps' place, knocking on the door as Mom finally exited the elevator, still chatting to the two old ladies.

"Sorry honey," Mom apologized as she hurried to catch up to me. "They can really get going, can't they?" Then, looking concerned, she asked, "Did you need to go to the bathroom?"

As soon as we got in the door, I remembered that Mom wasn't wearing a bra and held up my bags to block Nana's view of Mom, commenting that Mom really had to go. Mom realized what I was doing and I really earned some brownie points keeping my grandparents busy while she scooted into the guest bedroom to 'fix' herself. I wished I could have been there to watch.

I won't bore you with details of dinner and the early evening. Suffice it to say that, despite the long afternoon of watching Mom, I hadn't tired of it and helped myself to several eyefuls as Mom showed off her new purchases. After my grandparents went to bed, I settled in to watch some TV but Mom suggested we retire to 'our' room to read and chat about what to do the next day. I couldn't help running my eyes up and down her body as she walked in front of me.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, Mom started undoing the dress she had last put on to show Nana. I sat down on the cot and watched her, forgetting myself since had been doing that all afternoon. I guess it seemed natural to Mom too because she continued to undress in front of me, casually removing her dress and pantyhose, talking about this and that, not minding that I wasn't contributing anything more than the odd nod here and there.

Then an amazing thing happened. Mom went into the bathroom and wandered back in almost immediately, carrying some skin cream with her. But here's the thing. She slipped the shoulder straps of her slip off her shoulders, like the night before, but without first asking me to cover my eyes. As if it was perfectly normal, as if she were standing in front of Dad, she pulled her slip down to her waist and unsnapped her bra, pulled it off her breasts and slipped her arms out of it, and tossed it on the floor behind her. For a moment, she simply stood in front of me, slip dangling from her waist, breasts jutting out proudly straight at me. Without any acknowledgement that this was inappropriate or a mistake, she turned sideways to face more than halfway away from me, arched her back and stretched so I could see the her right breast lift from her chest, and sighed, just as she had last night.

Mother fucker.

Slowly straightening up, Mom lifted the slip back into place but before turning around, she grasped its hem and wiggled her hips, pulling it up to mid-thigh, slipped her hands underneath, and pulled her panties down, bending over so she could step out of them. They too were dropped on the floor. Mom was now naked under the slip, and my cock was even harder than it had been in the elevator, especially now that memory popped into my head. The way her cheeks moved unencumbered under that slip. Fantastic!

I quickly undressed and slipped under the covers in the cot when Mom went in to brush her teeth. When Mom returned and saw me waiting, she spoke, "No no, Craig, come sleep here with me. There's lots of room so you don't have to sleep on that awful cot. Just ruffle the covers so Nana thinks you did."

I balked. "Come, come," she hustled me, turning to get into bed herself, probably thinking I was too shy to let her see me in my boxer shorts, which I was, with my boner sticking up through the waistband.

I rushed to the other side, pulled the covers back and backed in turning to lie face down to hide my erection. Mom plumped her pillows up and sat back to read a book.

"Aren't you going to read?" she asked, seeing me lying face down on the bed.

"No, I'm kind of tired," I answered.

"Tuckered you out, did I?"

"Yes," I replied as Mom began to read, my eyes resting on her slip covered tits and nipples. Please don't pull up the covers, I thought. I fell asleep.
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I woke to sunlight streaming in the window through the Venetian blinds and the sound of a radio drifting through the half open bedroom door. Mom's voice was singing along and I could tell that Nana and Gramps weren't home simply by the relative modernity of the music that was playing. It was almost ten o' clock so I was about to get up but stopped when Mom's singing started getting louder, indicating she was coming this way. I didn't want to get caught half out of bed with my morning hardon pushing my shorts out, so I stayed put.

"Morning," Mom cheerfully sang out, cruising through the door with a tray full of juice, eggs and toast, and turning to walk toward me. "Sit up," she said, leaning over to set the tray down. There was even coffee, and slices of apple and orange.

"Wow Mom. Thanks."

"You think I'm not going to look after you just because we're away? Anyway, I have a favor to ask later."

Mom walked around the bed unbelting her robe as she went.

"We're on our own until supper. Nana and Gramps are out for the day. So eat your breakfast and think about what we should do."

My eyes had been following Mom and I stopped chewing the piece of toast lodged in my mouth when she opened her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was still dressed in the slip she'd worn to bed last night, clearly braless and probably without panties. Instinctively, I used both hands to steady the tray in my lap which was suddenly in danger of rocking off to one side, leaving the toast to hang precariously from my mouth.

Mom crawled onto the bed, providing me with a wonderful view down the bodice of her slip as she paused to puff up the pillows on her side before twisting around to sit back against them on top of the covers with her knees drawn up.

"Any bright ideas?" she asked as she reached to pick up the jar of skin cream.

I grasped the toast with one hand and began chewing as Mom dipped her fingers into the jar and started spreading the cream on her leg, rubbing it into her calf muscles with long strokes that stretched down to her heel, around onto the top of her foot and on to her toes.

"Can you turn the TV on?" she asked.

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on without taking my eyes off her, thumbing the channel listing on.​