Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Kevin's Story

"I didn't say you could," she whispered.

It was my turn to ignore her. I slipped my hand between her legs until her pussy hair tickled my skin, then pressed my long middle finger into her cleft, slipping the others over her lips to bracket the treasure between. I was in heaven.

Mom swung her arms around me to cover us both with her robe.

"There's all sorts of fun things you can do at home," she whispered, kissing me on my lips and nudging her pussy against my fingers.

When our kiss ended upon the sound of the next commercial I was rock hard and my fingers were wet. Mom pushed me away and wrapped her robe around herself, cinching it tight. It seemed strange that she could turn so quickly to the domestic task of measuring chocolate powder into mugs.

"Pour the water, "she ordered, "and warm them in the microwave."

She was muttering something to herself about going too far but I couldn't tell for sure. The mugs were hot when Mom took them in to Dad. The rest of the show was a blur. I couldn't believe what had happened, playing it over in my head, thrilled and stunned by Mom's behavior but worried about her muttering about going too far.

Mom went upstairs to bed with Dad after the show was over, ending my fantasy about continuing our kitchen episode. I sat by myself fantasizing about Mom coming back downstairs after Dad fell asleep, or to my room late in the night. The images were so vivid in my head I started touching myself and almost didn't hear Mom whispering from the head of the stairs for me to come say goodnight. She backed away as I climbed the stairs, retreating down the hall until she stood outside her room. I could hear the water running in the ensuite as Dad brushed his teeth but my eyes stayed on Mom as she raised her arms for a hug. As I neared, she let her robe fall open. She was still naked, her secret hair tufting out in disarray, perhaps from my previous handiwork. Mom guided my hand down and I quickly cupped her, as before, but this time my long finger slipped between already wet lips. She laughed when she felt my surprise, and quickly kissed me on the mouth, her tongue dipping inside mine for a few fleeting seconds before she pulled away.

"Think about that mister and staying home next year," she whispered excitedly. "Sweet dreams." She laughed and turned into her bedroom just as the water stopped running, closing the door behind her.

I thought about her alright, most of the night, awkwardly jacking off with my left hand while I sniffed my golden fingers.
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Mom wasn't about to do much until I committed to staying home, meaning I applied and I didn't accept anywhere unless I was turned down at the local college. Oh, she kept me interested. Every three days or so she'd wait for me in the hallway while Dad was getting ready for bed but after a few weeks I got tired of a just little stinkfinger every two or three nights. I wanted the excitement of those first couple of weeks, the country drives after church, stroking her legs, putting my mouth on her pussy. She was keeping me interested by doling out a secretive smile, a quick touch, a flash of thigh, a brush of her breast and, the big treat, two minutes to finger her every second or third night. I wanted more, I wanted everything.

I whispered my unhappiness one night while working a couple of fingers in her pussy, a very wet pussy. The only other sound in the hallway other than my whispering was the sound of Dad having a shower in their ensuite, Mom's heavy breathing, and the squishy sound of my fingers working in her. That is one thing that had happened. Mom had gone from this reluctant, very straight and prim mother to a woman meeting her son in a dark hallway for a few clandestine minutes, her pussy already soaking from anticipation. I knew she was ready for more.

"Just wait," she panted. "You'll hear from the college any day now. Just accept their offer and your Dad and I will be very pleased. Especially me," she panted in my ear, adding an extra grind on my fingers.

She wouldn't do anything more until I was committed. I wonder if that's why Matt left, because he was trying to get her without giving anything away, and gave up. But I wasn't Matt and it frustrated me that she might be treating me as if I was. "Maybe I'll just forget college and go find myself, like Matt."

I regretted that instantly but in my frustration, it just popped out. The reaction was predictable. Mom pulled herself off me and stepped back.

"You do that," she hissed, "and just see what happens. You'll never, I mean never, get what your brother wanted, what you're so close to."

She was angry and hurt, and scared. So was I. I immediately held up my hands, apologetically, moving toward her, "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please."

Mom came back toward me and we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," we both whispered, several times, peppering each other with little kisses on lips and cheeks.

"Please don't leave me," Mom pleaded.

"I won't, I won't," I sobbed back.

"Just a few days. I promise you won't be sorry."

"Ok Mom. I'll wait." I couldn't help sensing an advantage, and pushing it.

"But I'm not Dad. I'm not interested in once a week, same old, same old."

Mom nodded her understanding.

"And I'm not Matt either. You're not just another notch, like one of his girlfriends. I want you, totally, completely."

Mom nodded, more uncertainly, taken aback by my intensity. I kissed her full on her lips, a rabid kiss, and she was breathing harder when we pulled apart than she had with my fingers plugged inside her. Her eyes were a little wild, kind of stunned, as she backed away, legs unsteady, and turned into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

For the next few days Mom and avoided each other when we could and there was a strange tension in the air when we couldn't, one that we were both aware of but Dad wasn't.

On Friday, Mom called me into the kitchen as soon as I came in the door. She was sitting at one end of the table, the chair at the other pulled out with a pen laying on top of a form. There was a letter beside it, my acceptance letter for the local college. Mom stood as I entered, waving her arm at the table. She was tense and clearly worked up.

"You have a decision to make," she said.

I read the letter and saw that the pen was pointing right at the line for my signature. I looked up at Mom.

"So do you," I replied.

I walked over to stand close to her, lifting my hand to caress the side of her face, kissing her softly on the lips, pulling away and letting my thumb push into her mouth in a clear sexual suggestion.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?" My whole body was tingling. This was it, and I couldn't keep the restrained excitement from my voice.

"Yes, I think so." Her voice was uncertain, either from my surprising oral thrust or maybe from sensing the restrained fervor in my voice.

"No, Mom. You can't think so. This a real commitment, there's no turning back," I spoke harshly.

"It's already too late for that," she said.

"Then tell me you want me to sign," I made my meaning clear, running my eyes down over her breasts and belly to the spot she offered every few days, then back to hold her eyes steady.

Although she still looked nervous, Mom said, "Please sign, Kevin. You belong here with me."

Mom's body relaxed as she finished speaking and we were standing so close that when her hip thrust forward as one knee bent slightly, her thigh pressed against mine and sent a jolt through me. I turned away, leaned over the table and signed the paper. When I stood, Mom was waiting to put her arms around me. She pressed herself close, the entire length of her body, hugging me and kissing my cheek and the side of my neck, thanking me, then kissing me fully on my mouth. The gravel crunching under Dad's tires as he pulled into the driveway pulled us apart.

"It's Dad's poker night," she said.

"Oh no. All those guys are coming here?"

"No, it's at Ben's place."

"So, are you joining the other wives?" The women usually got together when the men had their poker nights.

"No," Mom said, smiling. "I told Sally I was feeling out of sorts today and probably wouldn't make it."

Mom's smile widened as she saw relief and pleasure wash over my face just as Dad burst through the door.

Dad was wildly happy that I was staying home, said he'd better get lucky and make some extra money tonight. Mom told him she'd said she wasn't joining the girls because she wasn't feeling well but really she wanted to stay home with me tonight and make my favorite dessert. Dad embraced me and shook my hand vigorously, telling me how proud he was, before leaving for his poker game.

"You've made your Mom so happy with this decision, son. I imagine you can expect lots of your favorite desserts this year," he laughed, waving his hand as he walked toward his truck.

Coming back into the house, Mom said she would clean up later, that we should have a celebration drink, but first she wanted to freshen up. I said I'd make us a couple of special drinks in the rumpus room.

Mom arrived downstairs less than ten minutes later wearing a dress that showed off her wonderful legs. It was a simple dress made of a heavy royal blue material that matched her eyes. The dress wasn't cut low but the lapels crossed in front to join at the waist. I imagine if you were sitting to the side when she leaned forward, it would provide tantalizing glimpses of her breasts underneath. Though the material was thick, I could see movement underneath as she walked toward me and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress was elegant more than sexy. It was sexy because of the way her body filled it.

I also noticed the shiny sheen on her legs though she wasn't wearing pantyhose. Mom had shaved and oiled her legs. She hadn't had time since dinner so she must have done it this afternoon before Dad or I got home. Knowing her powers of anticipation, my own excitement cranked up a notch.

"Thank you," she said as she took the stiff drink I had prepared, immediately taking a big sip.

"Kevin, are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked. "We're in no hurry."

"I know you don't really drink, Mom, but I thought we should take the edge off, just to relax a bit."

"I see," she said, taking another sip. "I thought you might choose this room," turning around to survey the rumpus room, staring at the wall for a moment where I'd first seen Matt press into her, holding her knee up while he rubbed himself on her panties. She was blushing when she turned back to look at me, raising the glass to her lips and draining it. I handed her my drink which was even stiffer.

"Hold this," I instructed. I turned to make a couple more, another for her, and one more for me.

"Mmmmm," she murmurred, "it's strong but good. What is it?"

"It's a black russian," I answered

I turned back with two more drinks to find that Mom had finished my drink too. I guess she wanted to show me she was game to be on the edge too. She took traded one of the new drinks for her empty glass, raised it up to click mine and downed it. Three black russians in five minutes. She swayed on her feet. I took the glass from her hand and finished my drink, setting the empty glasses down behind me.

"Would you like to stand against the wall over there?" Mom waved her hand in the general direction behind her.

"No."

"You might find a surprise waiting for you."

"I'd rather find it here." I walked over to the old couch and sat down in the middle, stretching my feet out in front of me."

Mom followed, standing in front of me, hand on one hip. She reached behind her neck to unhook her dress.

"Don't," I said.

Mom looked confused, dropping her hands to her sides. A few seconds later she smiled, grasped the sides of her dress and raised it slowly up her legs.

"No."

Mom dropped the dress, looking unhappy for a moment, then smiling as she leaned forward, reaching for my belt.

I pushed her hands away.

Mom straightened, now looking perplexed and unsure of herself.

"I like bare feet," I said.

Mom kicked raised her feet, one at a time, and slipped her fancy high heels off, dropping each to the floor with a small thud. She stood, smiling nervously at me, unsure about what the game I was playing but willing to go along.

I laid back on the couch, my head leaning back.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Mom."

She smiled at that, confidence returning to her face.

"Do you remember our drives in the country after church, Mom?"

She nodded, smiling more broadly.

"Do you remember something that you really seemed to like?"

Mom nodded, her smile still on her face.

"Do you remember this?" I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, wiggling my tongue.

Mom looked shocked at my lewd gesture, but she nodded slowly, her eyes staying on my vulgar display.

"Did you like it?"

Mom nodded again.

"Then come and get it." I stuck my tongue slightly out one side of my mouth, head back on the couch.

Mom didn't move for a second, then stepped up onto the couch, her hands now raising her skirt up to her hips. She paused, looking down at me as if for confirmation, but I simply stared back with as blank a look as I could manage. She lowered her dress over my face and I soon felt her slippery wet pussy on my mouth. It appears her surprise and mine were perfectly matched.

Mom moved her pussy around, searching for my extended tongue. I held still, letting her position herself where she wanted and move herself around the way she liked. She was very excited and was soon rubbing herself all over my mouth and face, bathing me in her juice. It was probably a record for her, rubbing herself furiously on my mouth, her hips in a frenzy, bucking into my face, forcing it into the couch, driving herself into a very intense orgasm judging by the sound and the strength with which her thighs clenched my head.

Mom collapsed down onto my lap, knees straddling me. She was gasping for breath, her face red, eyes still registering the shock at her own actions. Seeing how much she had creamed my face, she began to wipe it with her hands, then softly licked my cheeks and mouth, the sides of my nose, and my chin.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered.

"I'm not," I answered. "Did it feel great, for me give myself like that?" I asked.

"Yes baby," Mom replied, still trying to catch her breath.

"That's what I want. I want you to do that for me too."

Mom nodded. "Alright baby," she whispered. "I'll do anything for you."

Without a word, I lifted one knee and slid out from under her.

"Stay," I said when Mom started to turn.

She remained on her knees on the couch, sitting back on her calves. I stood behind her and slowly removed my shirt, then my pants, and finally my jockey shorts and socks. I was naked. Mom was dutifully staring straight ahead at the top of the couch and the wall a foot behind it. I placed my hands on her hips, urging her up and forward until she rested her hands and elbows on the back of the couch. I lifted her blue dress up and held it on her back, baring her backside. I could see her juices still glistening down the inside of her thighs.

Bending my knees, I lined up my wobbling prick and leaned forward until it nudged against her pussy and pushed in, just getting the head inside to give her a few seconds to get used to my presence before shoving up to the hilt. I sucked my breath in sharply as the feel of her zipped up to my brain, matching her own surprised groan.

"Here we go," I said as I withdrew and immediately thrust back in, starting a steady rhythm, my legs soon making a slapping sound against the back of her thighs each time we connected. I kept increasing speed until Mom was rocking forward, head bobbing, grunting with each full thrust. Abruptly, I slowed to a crawl, pushing in and pulling out in long strokes, holding and swinging her hips in a circle as I dug myself into her.

It was only then the full realization that I was fucking my mom really hit me. It hadn't really been obvious that we would fuck right away. I had actually thought I was in for a night of seduction that would hopefully culminate in sex but after eating her something in me just assumed control. It was almost like I was waking up to find myself with my cock buried deep inside Mom without really knowing how I got there, like dreaming of waking up in a candy factory when I was a kid.

I pushed Mom forward against the couch, put my own knees outside of hers, and started rogering her from behind again. She laid her head on the couch as I again worked us up to a really good hard, fast fuck. Again, she groaned at the top of each slam. As I neared orgasm I slowed to a stop and stepped off the couch, pulling her back with me until she too was standing, bent in front of me. I pushed down on her back, forcing her head and shoulders onto the seat cushion, then shoved forward until she was wedged in where the cushion and seatback met. Again I ratcheted up my attack over a couple of minutes until I was pounding into her. Her groans grew louder and louder with each thrust until they blended into one long moan.

I stopped, before I came. Leaning over Mom, I pulled her hair up and smoothed it together, one hand on each side of her head, until I had it laying in a pony tail along the middle of her back. My cock was deep inside her, not pulling in and out, but working around in a small circle. Holding her hair, I pulled her off the couch until her shoulders were above horizontal and continued to pull her hair gently until her face lifted toward the wall. Slowly, my rogering circles grew stronger until I was again thrusting in and out, fucking my gorgeous mother hard from behind, knees bent and aligned with hers.

Soon I was rocking so hard into her that she stumbed forward to embed her head and shoulders into the couch once more. Following, I stepped up onto the seat of the couch, grasping the back for support, and pounded down into her upraised ass. This had long since become the most incredible fuck I had ever had and I was grunting and moaning just as loudly as her.

I tried to stop, to slow down so I could last for another ride but I rode her past that crucial turning point when I knew I would come anyway, so I kept pounding into her until I was blasting my seed into her, yelling, draining myself, emotions and cock, until I was empty.

I pulled out and Mom slid along the couch to collapse along its length. Gasping, I laid myself down alongside her, enveloping her in my arms, panting and hugging this gorgeous woman, my new lover.
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Kevin here for another update about my Mom. I am one who can truly look back at my first term in college and say it was the most fantastic time of my life. Mother was true to her word. If father wasn't around, she made herself available to me. She was a very generous woman and did anything I wanted, as I had asked.

She never offered, but she never refused once I initiated an action. Oh, she liked to act as if I was an annoyance, intruding on her busy day, but she would eventually get into it with me. I soon learned that Mom needed to resist me at first. She needed time to transform into the role she had set for herself, the fallen mother who would do anything to keep her last son nearby.

In fact, Mom loved to fuck but she needed to hide her passion under the guise that she was losing herself in the promise she had made to please me. However, a month of sex all over our home was enough to show even an exuberant teen that he was with a woman who was more than willing. The wilder my demands, the more accepting and excited she was, even offering herself in lewder positions than requested, seemingly lost in delirious pleasure.​