Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Lorne's Story

"I'm not going to show my breasts to those creeps," she insisted.

I 'snapped' another pic. "Just a little cleavage then," I said and added, when she didn't seemed moved, "It would be more convincing if you opened your blouse just a little."

I paused, watching Mom digest what I'd said, seeing her buy the logic.

"Just a button or two," I prompted, snapping another picture, then dropped my hands to urge her elbows up, letting go to snap another pic. Snap, snap as her fingers reached her blouse. She stared straight ahead, not looking down at me, as her fingers undid the top button of her blouse. I forgot to snap a pretend picture as I stared, my eyes glued to her fingers. Her hands hung in the air in front of her blouse as the button came undone.

I 'snapped' another picture. "That's it, Mom. Like that." Snap.

Her fingers moved to the next button. Snap. The material moved as her fingers fidgeted. Snap, my index finger moved again, as if pushing a real button.

Mom kind of slumped when the second button came undone, still looking blankly ahead. Her groin fell on mine as her weight shifted, her feet lifting from the floor and her knees dangling over the arms of the chair.

I could feel the heat of her as her panties came into contact with me. I realized then that I was already hard which momentarily panicked me, thinking she would jerk back angrily when she noticed, but she didn't. She just slumped down, pressing warmly against my hardon, looking blankly at the wall behind us.

Her hands were still held in front of her, poised by the button she'd just undone.

"One more," I whispered. Hesitantly, Mom's fingers began their work again, seconds later opening her blouse a little more.

"Just one more, for good measure," I whispered again.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, still staring ahead.

"It's what they'll want."

A pause and then, falteringly, her fingers moved to the fourth button. A moment later it too was undone. Mom's hands dropped to her sides, then moved up so that her hands were flat on my shoulders. I 'snapped' another picture.

She looked amazing. I had never seen my mother in a low cut dress. This was the most exposed I'd ever seen her chest. Her blouse was undone to the bottom of her breasts. I could see where her bar joined together at the bottom. The upper half of her breasts were bare, the swells straining to be free of the cups.

I was getting harder as I looked, and I couldn't help straining up against the heat of her. She didn't flinch away. She didn't seem to even be aware that my cock was pulsing against her.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice dry and cracking, not bothering to continue the charade that it was just for my 'friends'.

"Then have a good look," she said, her gaze shifting from the wall to my face. "Your father will be home soon."

"Push up for the picture," I whispered, holding my hands up in fake camera mode.

Her blouse parted as she did, exposing the inside of her breasts. I reveled in her beauty. I'm sure I told her she was beautiful, or awesome, or something like that, or both. I know she smiled at what I said, looking pleased. I know I did say I would never show real pictures of her if she let me see all of her. "Maybe without the camera, one day," she answered.

"Why?" I asked, finding my voice again, "Don't you like the way I take pictures?" I smiled, faking some snaps again.

"Actually, it was fun," she admitted. Then, looking intently at me, "Did you like taking them, or were you just trying to get a look?"

She kind of caught me off guard. "No," I said truthfully, for once. "I think I liked taking the pictures more. It was exciting."

"I thought so, too." Mom smiled, her face suddenly softening. "Would you like to practice kissing a little before Dad gets home?"

I answered by stretching up to meet her lips. Mom lowered herself to help and I pushed up more when I felt her weight come down, pressing the warmth of her panties firmly against me. She slipped her hands under my arms and pulled her self down even harder and slipped her tongue into my mouth when I thrust my hips up to meet her. We were kissing hard, panting, and rocking against each other when we heard the car door slam. We hadn't heard Dad pull into the driveway.

We almost fell into the ironing board as we leapt awkwardly to our feet. I had just started upstairs when Dad came through the door. Looking back, I could see Mom running the cold iron back and forth on the same pants. Though she was turned partly away, I knew her blouse must still be undone almost to her skirt.

Thank god, Dad turned to me with the camera in hand. I asked him a couple of dumb questions, keeping his attention on me as Mom came to her senses and quickly did up her blouse. Dad suddenly turned, said hi to mom, and wheeled through the kitchen and out the door into the backyard. I stood there, real camera in hand, looking at Mom. We both had stunned looks on our faces, then slowly broke out into grins, and then nervous laughter.

I walked down the two steps to the floor and raised the camera to my face, slowly stepping toward Mom, still smiling. Click. Another step. Click.

Mom raised her hands high above her head, cocking her hips and pushing her breasts out. Amazingly, she moved her hands to her blouse again. Two buttons were loosened before I clicked again. "More," I whispered, repeating our game.

"More?" she teased.

Click, I answered.

"More?" she whispered huskily.

Click. Another button. Click.

"More," I gasped.

Another button. Click. She parted her blouse again. We'd reached our previous game point in less than a minute. The return trip is always faster they say. Click.

Then another button. Click. Her blouse was open all the way to her skirt. Click. She moved her fingers to her bra.

"Put the camera down."

"Put it down," she repeated.

I set the camera down on the floor. Her fingers moved and her hands pulled away. Nothing looked different. Then I noticed. Her bra was undone. I could see her skin as it pulled apart. I raised my hands into a mock camera. Snap.

Mom cocked her hip out to one side, her waist bending and her shoulder lowering. The blouse opened a little more. Snap. She straightened in mock disdain, her back arching, thrusting her chest up and forward, and the blouse away to the side. The gap between her bra opened wider, showing the crease under her sweet globes, but it still covered most of her breasts. I stepped close to her, looking down at her chest.

"Memories are better than pictures," she said. "They last forever. Would you like one?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Then take it."

I raised my hand to her blouse, unsure of myself. She waited. I pinched the material of her blouse between the fingers of each hand and slowly peeled her blouse off to the side, leaving her only her bra covering her breasts.

"Is that the memory you want?" she whispered.

"No," I cried hoarsely.

Mom breathed in, her chest expanding toward me.

I grasped her bra and pulled it apart. I stood there, holding her bra apart and stared in wonder as her breasts sprang free. They sagged a little, but they were wonderful tits. Her nipples stuck up, surrounded by a nice brown surround.

"Disappointed?" she asked.

"No," I cried, clearly not.

"You like them?"

"Yes!" I answered enthusiastically. "I love them."

Mom laughed. "Well, I think that's going a bit far."

"No. I love them," I insisted.

"Ok, you love them," Mom laughed.

I let go of the bra and slipped my hands inside, cupping her tits gently in my palms.

"No, Lorny, no." Mom gasped. "Your father's right outside. No," she insisted as my grip tightened. She pushed me back.

"Be patient," she said. "I'll let you look some more tonight while you're showing me how to work the camera." She did up her bra and started on her blouse. "Now go out and cut the lawn for your Dad."

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. I couldn't think about anything else but my Mom. I was back to sneaking looks at her all the time but this time, she didn't seem mad. She just smiled at me, like we were sharing something private. She even seemed pleased by my attention, keeping up a lively banter with Dad during dinner as if to distract him. Mom had set dinner at the kitchen table that night instead of the dining room and she pressed her knee against mine several times during the meal.

After dinner, Mom and Dad went into the living room while I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and cleaned the counters. Joining my parents in the living room, I found Dad sitting in the chair I had so much enjoyed this afternoon, and Mom sitting on the couch. Dad was watching TV and Mom was doing a crossword.

"Come and help me, Lorne" she asked when I came in, patting the seat beside her on the couch, next to her feet which were tucked up beside her. As I sat down, she rearranged her skirt, the same loose pleated job she'd worn earlier, untucking it to bare her lower legs. As she worked her puzzle, asking me questions from time to time, the skirt pulled up over her knee and even showed the underside of her thigh. My cock stiffened as I remembered how she let me touch her legs this afternoon.

Her pencil rested on her lower lip as she thought and every once in while, on its journey back there after making an entry in the book, she stopped to let the eraser rest between her blouse. It was only then that I noticed she had actually undone two buttons. She smiled just then, as if aware of my discovery. The pencil moved sideways, pushing the blouse apart, exposing the upper swells of her breasts, the ones I had briefly cupped in my hands only hours earlier. It seemed like a dream.

She was right about memories. Her tits were more vividly expressed in my mind than any picture, more intense than any porn movie I'd watched on the internet. My memory had touch, the feel of her perfectly rounded lower breasts as they rested in my palms. And sound, the sound of her breathing as it quickened when my fingers first brushed past her tits, something I was just realizing now as I examined that memory. Mom had been excited too!

I watched her use the pencil to play with the tops of her breasts as she stared earnestly at the crossword. Leaning in to look, I allowed my hand to slip between her calf and thigh, pressing her warm flesh on each side as I pushed in. Mom didn't object, the corners of her mouth even turning up slightly, producing a thin smile on her face.

"Hmmmm," she mused, "I don't know about that."

"What?" I froze, thinking she was referring to my action. Still I couldn't help leaning in further and twisting hand so my palm faced her thigh.

"I don't know," she replied, "this is a tough one."

"It doesn't look so tough to me," I replied, my fingers reaching the other thigh and sliding up along the crease between her legs.

Mom's smile deepened but then flattened quickly as I neared the apex of her legs. "Maybe you should let me work on it myself." I could feel her trying to push my hand away.

"No. You've got me hooked now," I said, pushing my hand further up her legs, closer to her treasure pot.

"If you keep bugging me, I'll make you show me how to work the camera."

Dad smiled, hearing that remark. "Be careful, son," he chipped in.

I pulled back, relaxing my hand, keeping it still, but I left it in place.

After I stayed still for a moment, Mom also relaxed, content to let me stay where I was. A moment later, her legs relaxed more, making it easier for me to move. I wiggled my fingers between her thighs, and brushed my thumb across the back of her thighs. Why I was allowed to do this, I don't know, but she let me do it for quite a while, and I never tried to force my hand higher again. After a long while, Mom said it was time for me to show her how to use the camera.

"Where is it?" she asked, "looking around. Have you hidden it?"

"No, it's in my room. I was checking it out so I'd know how to show you how it works."

"Let's go then. Come on," she said, "you may as well get it over with."

Trying hard to look unhappy, I followed Mom up the stairs, my eyes on her legs, the tantalizing swivel of her hips, and her behind. When we got into my room, I closed the door behind me.

"Where do you want me?" she asked. "Do you just want me to just stand here and hold my skirt up?"

"Mom. Come on."

"Well?" she asked.

"On the bed, please. Just lie on your side."

"Should I try to look sexy?"

"Just be yourself, please."

Mom lay on the bed and watched me while I got the camera ready. She kicked her shoes off while she waited and slid the foot of her upper leg slowly up and down along the lower one. Her tongue traced the line of her upper lip as she pushed her foot down her leg. Her hand rested on her hip and as I turned to look at her, the camera ready, she pulled the skirt up her thigh and onto her hip.

"Is that what you want, baby? Do you want your Mom to show her legs for you?"

"Yes, Mom. Please. Show me your legs."

"Ok. But don't show my face."

Mom slid her foot up and down her leg, slowly pulling her skirt higher and higher until the hem rested on her hip on one side. I clicked away. Her legs were bare almost all the way up as her knee bent to let her foot slide up, her thighs gaping wide open. Her panties peeked out each time her thighs opened like that. I closed in to get some good pictures, gasping when I noticed that she wasn't wearing the white cotton panties she'd worn that afternoon.

She was wearing a pair of sheer, black lace panties now. They were much narrower through the crotch yet I couldn't see any hair poking out. Clicking away, favoring many shots instead of the perfect one, I realized that her hair wasn't just tucked in, there was less of it. She had shaved to get ready for this! At least, she had trimmed herself. My cock bulged in my jeans.

"That's it," she whispered, "take some close ups for those pigs. They'll want the vulgar stuff, won't they?"

She pulled her skirt high, showing all of her sheer panties. Twisting onto her back, she planted both feet wide, spreading her legs for me, like she was waiting for an inspection or getting ready to give birth. Click, click, click.

"Lift up," I whispered.

She lifted her hips.

"Again," I whispered.

She let herself down and lifted again, holding herself thrust up.

"Again," I whispered, very excited, "keep doing it. We'll show those pigs."

Mom repeated her pushing up several more times. I kept clicking away.

"Faster," I almost begged her.

She started thrusting up and back, her ass moving up and down, her pussy almost pulsing in her panties as she mimicked fucking.

Suddenly she threw her legs out straight, almost kicking me in the face, and turned onto her stomach, her legs together. Her skirt covered her ass as she lay there. I reached out with one hand an flipped her skirt up, baring her flimsy panties which barely covered her bottom, only reaching a third of the way, if that, up her cheeks. And I could see right through them to boot. I clicked away.

Leaning closer, I pushed her legs apart, a little at first as I snapped pictures of her ass, then wider as I moved in, getting closeups of her panties between her legs and the outline of her pussy underneath.

"This will look really hot, Mom." I put the camera down and pushed the legs of her panties together with my fingers, tugging them up into a single strand that I stretched between her cheeks. Her bottom was now essentially bare, the cheeks accented by the divide of the panties buried in her crack. She lay docile while I picked up the camera and took my time taking pictures.

"Lift up," I suggested. Mom raised her ass, her legs tightening with the effort, her back arching. She looked so incredibly sexy, and acted even more so as she raised her ass more without waiting for me to ask.

"Do you like that, Lorny"

"They'll love it, Mom."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, Mom. I like it too."

"Why do young men like this? You're so different now. Your father has never asked me to turn over. Our generation always does it the same way, in front, with the man on top."

I was stunned that she had mentioned her sex life with Dad, and that she was clearly bored. I put the camera down, letting her feel it against her leg so she knew I was concentrating on her instead of taking pictures. I let my hand touch the back of her leg, trailing my fingers up the back of her thigh to her bum.

"I don't know, Mom. I think we know that women like to be enjoyed in more ways now."

"Do the other boys do things like this with their moms? Show their behinds?"

"They say they do." I heard Mom suck in her breath. "I've seen pictures," I lied. I let my fingers trace a feather light path across the back of her panties. Her breath sucked in hard again and her ass twitched, but she didn't say anything to stop me.

"A couple of them have said their mom's really like it." I ran my fingers back across her panties again.

"Really?" Mom whispered, turning her face to one side.

"Yeah," I brushed my fingers back and forth. "They're the top dogs, the leaders."

"Because they get to do that?"

"Yeah." I was now just running my fingers all over her ass, not just across her panties but on the bare cheeks above. "They showed pictures of their mom's bare asses, but they weren't anywhere as nice as yours, Mom." I continued my delicate caress. "It would blow them all away if they could see yours, ... bare."

I stopped talking but kept rubbing, back and forth, lightly, softly.

Mom stretched her hands back to her sides. She's going to stop me now, I thought. Just a few more brushes, Mom. Just let me touch your ass a little longer, I thought. Her ass lifted and her hands moved up to her sides. I pulled my hand away, so she didn't have to actually force me to stop. But her hands grasped the sides of her panties and pushed hem down until they rested on her thighs, baring her buttocks, still stuck between her cheeks where I'd tugged them up a few minutes earlier. She didn't say anything. Neither did I.

I returned my fingers to continue my soft caress across her buttocks, using a more circular motion to softly cup her cheeks, even trailing my finger down her crack. I paused to tug her panties down, pulling them all the way along her legs and off her feet. I picked up the camera and took a few pictures. Mom spread her legs a bit after a few clicks. Click, click, click, click. I nudged her knees farther apart and put the camera into movie mode just as she lifted her ass, baring the back of her open, bare pussy. It glistened in the light.

"Will they like that? Will that do it for you?" I don't know how she got the words out, her breathing was so erratic.

"Absolutely, Mom. You're awesome."

"No more pictures, now."

I tossed the camera down.

"Did you like it, Lorny?"

"Yes."

"Do you love your Mom now?"

"I always have, Mom," choking, my voice breaking with the emotion of the moment.

"Am I your real Mommy?"

"Oh Mom," I cried, flopping down and hugging her.

"That feels good," she whispered. "Lay on me like that."

"Ok, Mom." I scrunched into her ass.

"Lorne, don't," she complained, "your jeans are too rough."

I stood and quickly shucked my jeans. She hadn't said I could take them off but she knew I was and she still lay there waiting, her legs still spread, naked from the waist down. I kneeled behind her and lowered myself, looking down as I lined up my hard cock with her ass. She raised it to meet me just before I connected with her.

"Is this what they do with their moms?"

"That's what they said," I assured her

"And yo want me to let you? Just once?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Ok then," she said. "Make sure you make a good memory."​