Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Francis' Story

"You have fantastic tits," I whispered in her ear. I pushed my shorts into her cheeks.

"Oh Francis, that feels so good. It's been so long. He never touches them, anymore." She sounded as if she was about to cry.

"I'll touch them for you," I murmured in her ear. "I love touching them."

She let me continue fondling her tits. She didn't stop me until I whispered in her ear, "I want to suck them."

"No, Francis" she cried. She pulled away from me, walking back toward the couch.

I pursued her, getting my hands back on her tits.

"I can't let you do that, Francis," she protested, but she let me continue to manipulate her nipples.

I didn't mention sucking them again but I kept working her tits. After a moment I pushed her back onto the couch, sitting her down. Kneeling next to her, I pulled her feet up on either side of me and pushed her back onto the arm. Regaining my hold on her nipples, I pinched them between thumbs and forefingers. She lay back, eyes closed.

"I'm just going to look at them, Mom," I whispered. I started bunching the t-shirt up in my hands until her tits were bared to my eyes. I began kneading them, covering them with my hands, bending her nipples around in my palms. I pulled her t-shirt up and pushed it over her face, covering it. She became very excited, her breathing quick and harsh. I squeezed her little tits, forcing her long nipples to stand straight up. Leaning forward, I took one into my mouth and began to suck and swirl my tongue around it. She gasped loudly, over and over as I sucked.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh."

I sucked her tits, switching back and forth, pinching and flicking the nipple of the other with my fingers. I felt her legs come up and her feet cross over to rest on my back. Looking down between us, I could see her pelvis straining up, trying to come into contact with mine. She's really horny, I thought. Move now. Take her!

I pulled her up and swung her around, pushing her to the back of the couch, resting her on my upper thighs. Her shirt fell down around her neck and her eyes opened but I delicately pulled it up and over her face again, then dropped my head to suck her tits once more. When I heard her moaning, I looked again and saw her shirt moving in and out of her mouth with her rasping breath, like a speaker vibrating to deafening music. Moving my mouth back to her tits, I used my hands to push my shorts down. Keeping my mouth on her, I slipped my hands under her to grasp her ass. I found the thong and pulled it to the side over one cheek. Then I slid my hands up under the bottom of her thighs until I grasped the underside of her knees. Pushing her knees up high, I slid her up on the back of the couch, and pressed my pelvis in. Pulling my mouth off her tits, I dropped her down, guiding her until the head of my hard cock pushed against her pussy.

"No," she cried through the shirt covering her face. "No, Francis," she repeated.

My cock parted her lips.

"No," she cried again, but her body betrayed her. She moaned as my cock found little resistance from her wet pussy lips, digging into her an inch. I held her knees high and wide.

"No?" I asked.

"No," she gasped.

"No?" I asked again, pushing my cock into her another inch.

"No, oh, no, Francis." I pushed further in. "No, don't, baby, don't."

"Unnnngghhhh," she moaned as I pushed all the way in.

"Don't what, Mom?" I gasped.

"Don't fuck me," she gasped back.

"I won't, Mom," I said as I drew my cock back, and shoved it back in. "I won't fuck you," I said as I started thrusting into her.

We repeated this exchange over and over again, back and forth, "Don't fuck me" followed by "I won't" as our pace steadily increased and our moans grew ever louder. It wasn't really that long before I was really banging her and her gasps were one long continuous moan. I squirted my juice into her, my bare cock spewing my raw spunk.

I collapsed back on the couch, falling away from her as I slipped to the floor. Mom got up right away, unsteady on her feet, pulled her thong off and threw it at me.

"Don't you follow me," she barked as she turned to go upstairs.

"I won't," I said, but got up to trail her just the same.

"Don't come upstairs," she commanded as I started up the stairs behind her, mesmerized by her bare ass.

"I won't," I repeated.

"Don't you dare come into my room," she said softly, as she walked down the hallway and passed through her bedroom door.

"I won't, Mom," I guaranteed as I padded behind her to her bed.

"Don't try to fuck me again," she said as she stretched out on her tummy on the bed, lifting her ass up into the air and spreading her legs.

"I won't fuck you again, Mom," I promised as I shuffled in behind her and nosed my cock up to her pussy.

"Francis, no! Don't take me from behind," she cried.

"Never!" I gasped as I shoved my cock all the way into her cunt.

"Don't fuck me really hard, son."

"I won't, Mom" I agreed as I reached out to grasp her hair, tugged her head back and began to really shove it in her.

"D ... O ... O ... O ... N'T," she yelled as my bucking my hips slammed against her ass.

A few minutes later, as I lay spent on her back, her legs splayed wide, my still embedded cock dripping inside her, I whispered in her ear, "Don't milk me with your pussy, Mom."

"I won't, son" she said, laughing as she clutched me with her cunt, tugging my cock down into the mattress.

She squeezed even harder as I pulled my swelling cock out of her. "Don't pull out, son," she begged.

"I won't, Mom," I lied as I pulled my tool slowly out.

"Don't shove it back into me ... please don't." I slid my hardening tool into her as slowly as I possibly could. When I was fully embedded in her I kept pushing in short shoves, moving her up until her head was against the headboard. I pushed my tongue into her ear.

"Don't fuck me all afternoon, Mom," I groaned.

"Not a chance son," she laughed, her throaty voice stiffening my cock. She twisted and pulled on me with her clutching pussy. "Your Dad won't be home until late tonight," she laughed again as she splayed her arms out to her sides and began moving her hips up and down on my stiff member, fully plugged inside her from behind, between her wide open legs.

I'll let you know more about my suddenly horny mother in my next letter. Looking forward to receiving more from all of you. Until then.
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Hi everyone. Francis here again. Refresher time. My Mom is a quite pretty, thin woman with really small tits (but great nipples) and a skinny ass. You may recall that, during our heat wave this past summer, Mom walked around the house in just a shirt without a bra, and then even no shirt, just her panties. She eventually let me play with her tits and even suck them. But when I pulled her t-shirt over her head I hit paydirt. She got very, very excited with her face covered and I quickly took advantage, plugging her right there on the couch. That was followed up by a great fuck session when I followed her upstairs even though she told me not to. As promised, this is what happened after that.

As I guess is fairly common, at least according to many of the letters circulated amongst this group, Mom had second thoughts about what we did. She acted like it hadn't even happened and started wearing clothes around the house again, even though it was still really hot. I thought this would wane, given the heat, but she insisted on being fully dressed. When I commented about the heat and how much more comfortable she'd be if she lost her blouse, or her pants, or her skirt on different occasions, she invariably got angry with me. So I quit trying.

Then one day I had an idea and brought a peace offering home for her. A present.

"But what is it?" she asked, turning the package over and over.

"Open it and see," I said.

"You shouldn't be wasting your money on presents for me," she complained. "You should be saving for school."

"Mom, come on. Open it," I insisted.

"Alright," she sounded put out but looked pleased nonetheless.

In that motherly fashion, she slowly opened the package being careful not to tear the paper. After folding the fancy wrapping paper, she opened the clothing box within to reveal an elegant pair of shimmering silk pajamas with a matching robe.

"Oh my," she exclaimed, very surprised and pleased, "it's beautiful. But this must be so expensive," she complained a moment later. "Francis, you really shouldn't have. You must take it back."

"No way, Mom. You've been dying in this heat. This outfit will keep you cool, and it's very proper, even demure."

Mom nodded her agreement as she surveyed the buttons that ran all the way up the front of the top, the pants that would run half way down her calves, and the thicker coat that would cover the whole thing down to the middle of her thighs as an extra protective layer from prying eyes without adding much of an insulating effect because of the silky material.

"Francis, you really shouldn't have."

"Go try it on Mom."

"But I can't keep it. It isn't right."

"Just try it on," I insisted, pushing her toward the stairs.

Finally, the woman in her took over. She gave in and took the outfit upstairs. A few minutes later, she reappeared at the top of the stairs and made a graceful entrance, in a slow and elegant descent. She really did look truly beautiful in this outfit, surpassing my expectations by quite a measure.

I took her hand at the bottom of the stairs, leading her a few steps and then twirling her around, holding her hand high above her head. She laughed and primped, obviously pleased with the look and feel of the pajama set.

"Can I really keep it?" she asked, changing her mind.

"Of course. You'd hurt my feelings if you didn't."

"It feels so good, so cool and flattering. Does it look OK?" she asked, suddenly insecure.

"You look gorgeous in it Mom," I assured her, the honesty in my eyes instantly reassuring her. She danced away to the kitchen.

"Come on," she tinkled, I'll make us some margaritas to celebrate.

I followed her to the kitchen where she started to make our drinks.

"It's very conservative, Mom," I commented as I eyed her from behind, "but I imagine it would be quite racy without the jacket, even buttoned up to your neck."

"Oh, I think so," she agreed innocently, "it really clings to you. You just couldn't wear it without the jacket.

Mom finished making the margaritas and we went outside to sit in the shade and drink them. We drank two more apiece, with me offering to make both, an offer she gladly accepted in the heat. When we finished those, I insisted she make the next batch but she claimed she couldn't drink anymore since she was already too tipsy. But I insisted, arguing that I had made two to her one and she owed me. I followed her into the kitchen to watch her make the drinks.

"Why don't you take the jacket off Mom?"

"No, I don't think so," her voice slurring a little.

"Come on Mom," I whined, "just let me see what it looks like."

"It really is too racy, Francis. I don't think I'd feel comfortable."

"But it buttons right up to your neck, Mom, for heavens sake."

"Yes, but it really is clingy, it's very revealing, and you know you get carried away, you don't just look."

"But you can drape the scarf over your shoulders. It will cover you just as much as the jacket and be even cooler."

"The scarf," she asked, "what scarf?

"You didn't see it?" I replied, "I'll go get it."

I ran into the living room and grabbed the scarf from behind a pillow where I'd hidden it earlier that day and returned to the kitchen carrying the long scarf of the same shimmering green material. Mom looked at it with approval after seeing that it possessed the same opaque qualities as the rest of the outfit. She slipped the jacket off, being careful to keep her chest facing away from me. I swapped the scarf for the jacket and carefully hung it over the back of a chair. When I turned to face her, Mom had draped the scarf over her neck. I imagine she had placed it strategically to cover her breasts, or nipples to be more accurate in her case.

From behind, I could see every trace of her hips, the cup of her ass below each cheek, and the line between them. Not that I could see through the material. It just clung to her flesh as she had said, like the lady in the shop had assured me when I asked for something very sexy for my girlfriend that would still make her feel as if she was dressed demurely. That saleswoman knew her stuff. Any woman would look hotter in this thing that she would naked.

I walked up behind Mom and stood very close to her while she finished up our drinks. "Are you really not going to let me see you in just the pajama part?"

"No Francis."

"Just a peek, Mom. I'll be good."

"Just a peek?" she asked. "You promise you'll be good."

"I will, Mom. But not too quick. Be fair."

"Alright. But just a peek and then we'll finish our drinks outside."

Mom turned around, leaning against the counter, her hands holding the ends of the scarf. She was looking up at me for confirmation. I nodded. She cast her eyes down, her hands pulling the scarf tight as she did, stretching across her chest, outlining her little bumps and the long nipples poking up from their shallow rise. She pulled the scarf quickly away to each side and then back just as fast.

"No fair, Mom. That wasn't fair," I complained.

Mom laughed. "Ok, ok, I couldn't resist a little tease." She stopped laughing, then with a serious look on her face, she slowly pulled the scarf apart again. This time, she gave me plenty of time to check out her chest, my eyes of course focusing on her nipples. I could swear they grew as I watched. I could hardly contain my excitement knowing she was getting excited too, despite her stance that she wasn't interested in going down that path again. Her nipples had definitely hardened.

When she looked like she was about to close the scarf, I beat her to the punch, turning away. "Thanks Mom, I really appreciate you letting me see."

I grabbed both our drinks and led the way out to the patio, smiling to myself at how well I had handled that.

After we sipped our way through the drinks, I offered to make one final set. I stood up and retrieved my glass. Mom was clearly at the limit of her alcohol consumption, and looked like she might nod off.

"Did you really want another one, Mom?" She shook her head. "Ok, I'll just put the glasses away. Hey, you know what else you can use the scarf for, Mom?"

She didn't respond at first, just laying there with her eyes closed, then quietly, "What?"

"A sunscreen," I answered, "You can drape it over your face and hardly know it's there." I retrieved her glass and passed it to my other hand which was already holding my glass. With my free hand, I grasped the end of the scarf and tugged it from behind her neck as she lay on the lounge. Quickly, I draped it over her face. "Try it while I put these away."

I hated to leave, wanting instead to watch her nipples, now bereft of the scarf and covered only by the pajamas, rise and fall with her breathing. I hurried back but approached stealthily to conceal my return. I stood watching her breasts and the way her breath moved the scarf as it lay over her face, triggering the memory of her rapid excitement when I first covered her face. My cock stirred.

Quietly, I moved forward, kneeling at her side. I pressed the scarf back on each side of her head, stretching it across her face. Moving my hands to her face, I gently pressed the scarf around her face with my cupped fingers whispering, "It's neat how the scarf accents your features." Mom didn't react except her breathing quickened. I circled her mouth, running my finger around the outline of her lips, toward the inside, finally dipping in a little as her lips parted, poking the scarf in a bit. "Keep it on for a few minutes," I continued whispering as I wound the scarf behind her head, crossing it and pulling it tight in a knot. Mom was definitely breathing faster.

I moved my eyes down to her breasts and followed with my hands. Pressing the material to her sides, I again whispered, "This material is very flattering, Mom." Her nipples were jutting from her chest. "It really accents your features. Definitely very flattering."

I pinched the pajamas on each side and moved it up and down on her chest, teasing her nipples as it brushed over them. I kept doing this, without rebuke, for several minutes. Moms was breathing in short, rapid gasps.

"I think you've had too much to drink, Mom. I'm going to take you upstairs so you can have a nap before Dad gets home." I slid my hand under her and picked her up. She circled her arms around my neck and pressed her face into my chest.

Upstairs, I lay her on the bed. She waited, her breathing still indicating that she was excited by this blindfold scenario. I let her wait for a full minute before moving my hands to press the material to her sides, deliciously outlining her tits. Once again I moved the material along her sides to brush it back and forth over her nipples. After a few minutes of this, I let go of the material to take possession of her tits. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling and pulling them away form her. She gasped audibly. Moving my hands to her buttons, I slowly I undid each one, without a sound from Mom except for her breathing. I pulled the pajamas apart just enough to expose her breasts. Again, I let her wait as I stared at her delicious tits with such incredibly hard and long nipples. I wondered if she knew how gorgeous her tiny tits really were.

I moved my hands down her legs, pushing them apart, then slid in over the inside of her thighs until I cupped my hands around her pussy. Pushing her legs even further apart, I pressed the pajamas tight to her thighs, stretching the thin material across her pussy to highlight her mound.

"Look at that," I whispered. I formed my hands like a viewfinder and pressed in harder to accentuate her pussy even more. Pulling my hands away, I stood up straight and let her wait again. As she lay there, her legs closed but I pushed them apart again. I tugged her pajamas down, overcoming the resistance at her hips and moving on until they were very low, stretching across her pubic area just over her pussy with her hair tufting out above the waistband. She gasped again. I had surprised her. I'm sure she thought I would return to her.

Minutes later, I grasped the bottom of her pajama legs and pulled, tugging them off her pelvis and down her legs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and tried to close her legs but I pushed them apart yet again. Wait. Wait with your face covered, I thought, wait for it.

Her breathing had slowed and softened but she drew in a sharp breath when she heard me slowly drag my zipper down. I undressed, in no hurry -- with the scarf acting as a blindfold, I somehow knew I didn't need to rush. I made a point of letting her hear my clothes rustle as I pealed them off and dropped them to the floor. When I at last threw my shorts down hard I surprised her again by not waiting. Quickly I crawled on my knees between her legs, slipping my hands behind her knees and pushing her thighs back, raising her ass and pussy toward my advancing cock. I nosed up and shoved in right away, pushing until I was fully inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she squealed.

Impatiently, I began fucking her hard. I didn't pause, I didn't stop, I just hammered into her.

"Unnngghhh, unnnnggghhhh, unnnnngggghhhh."

Slap, slap, slap, slap ... steady and fast my thighs slapped against her upturned buttocks. Not faster, not slower, just a steady furious fuck.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," I repeated, over and over.​