Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

I nodded again. "That's great," she said. She lowered her face to mine once more, pressing her lips against mine for another kiss. After a minute, her tongue slipped between my lips into my mouth. We necked, sitting there in the kitchen, french kissing for several more minutes. Her pussy pressed on my cock and my hands began massaging her tits again. But a moment later, she stood up. "I won't be able to sleep if you do keep doing that. Wait until our next practice, honey."

Before she could turn away I blurted out, my eagnerness obvious, "When?"

Mom laughed, a low laugh. "We'll see. We'll have to wait at least a few days." She paused briefly, looking pensive, then said "I can't do more than this, you know." Looking down into my lap, she smiled and added, "But don't wear jeans next time." She turned in the doorway to give me a big smile.

Three days came and went, each one seeming longer. Mom didn't give any sign that things were different between us which was frustrating. Then, on the evening of the fourth day, I noticed Mom flashing me sympathetic smiles. Whenever Dad stuck his nose in his newspaper during commercials, she would tease me, crossing and uncrossing her legs while smiling pointedly at me, absently fiddling with the buttons on her blouse and then flashing her eyes up at me. I grew hard in my jeans.

I waited impatiently for Dad to go to bed. Finally, at long last, he got up and said to Mom, "You coming?" he asked Mom.

"No, dear. Calvin's going to help me practice again."

"You're going to go through with this then, are you?" Dad asked in a disgruntled tone.

"Yes. You know I want to," she insisted, getting her back up. Her anger made her look even more sexy to me. I tried not to let my erection show, covering my lap with a sudden interest in the TV guide.

"Alright, alright. I was just asking." Dad started up the upstairs.

"I want to wash your hair with a special shampoo before I cut it this time, Calvin," Mom said, a little louder than normal as she was ensuring that Dad could hear. "You may want to change out of your jeans in case it spills," she suggested, smiling that funny little smile again.

"Uh, sure, Mom" I answered, heading upstairs behind Dad.

"Don't be too long," she instructed, "It's getting late."

I ran up the stairs and into my room, frantically kicking off my jeans and rummaging through my drawers for a pair of pajamas with an open fly in front. Whipping downstairs, I slowed down and entered the kitchen in a casual manner. Mom was waiting beside the chair. I took my seat, expecting her to start right away, not bothered by the coming wait for the frontal work since I knew what was coming.

But she didn't start. She stepped around and stood in front of me right away. She looked down approvingly at my pajamas, or at least my lack of jeans.

"Did your father go to bed?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied, "His door was shut and the light was out."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking out the kitchen door toward the stairs. "You need to be sure," she cautioned, turning back to look at me seriously, her eyes steady. She was tense. Why, I wondered. Was she more afraid of getting caught because she knew what we were going to do? I nodded a definite yes.

She nodded, then, slowly, she moved her hands to the top of her blouse and began to undo the buttons. My cock instantly started growing. It was one thing to see with her with a few buttons undone on her blouse but an order of magnitude better to watch her undo them in front of me. I watched eagerly, my appreciation obvious as Mom slowly bared her chest to me. She kept her eyes on me, watching me watch her, her funny smile never leaving her face.

This time, she undid all her buttons, then pulled her blouse out from under her skirt. Then, with a raise of her eyebrow, and a crook to her smile, she pulled the blouse shirt wide, baring her tits topped by stiff nipples to my adoring gaze. Seemingly pleased at my sharp intake of breath, she thrust her chest forward and from side to side, presenting her breasts in a wondrous display. She leaned forward, teasing me with the closeness of her nipples, waving them across my face, only inches away.

She laughed. "You really do appreciate your mom, don't you?"

I simply nodded, my throat too dry for speech. Mom pulled one arm out of the blouse, then the other. She stood there in front of me, naked to the waist, wearing only a pleated skirt, no nylons and barefoot. No wonder she wanted to know if Dad had gone to bed. She wouldn't be able to cover herself in time if he came downstairs. She was really on the edge.

She arched her back, twisting again in front of me, proudly displaying her tits, her nipples standing up, no jutting up, stiffly, on top of her tits. She was so fucking hot!

She leaned in and started playing around with my hair with just her bare hands. She didn't have any scissors or a comb. They were still laying on the table. She tousled my hair, leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Pulling back a bit, she pushed her tongue out and dragged it across my mouth before pushing it in. We kissed furiously. I reached up to grasp her tits, kneading them, a little roughly in my eagerness, I must admit. But she didn't seem to mind. When the kiss ended, we were both breathing hard.

She moved closer to me. "Suck them," she commanded. I dutifully complied, taking a tit into my mouth and sucking hard the way I now knew she liked. I mauled her other tit. After a few minutes, I swapped tits. Then she pulled away. She looked down at my lap.

"Look, your little man is trying to come out," she said, looking at my cock straining against my pajamas. "He's straining so hard." She laughed, a hoarse, throaty laugh. She moved closer to me, straddling my legs. Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up a little. Bending her knees, she lowered herself, slowly, slowly, until I felt her warm pussy pressing my cock once again, bending it against my stomach. She wiggled until her pussy lips fit around my shaft, enveloping it, grasping my rod as she sunk more weight on me. She put her arms around me and kissed me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. A moment later, she her hips started moving, slowly rocking her pussy along the length of my cock. She felt much hotter than she had a few days before. I could feel her damp heat as her soft meat enveloped my shaft.

She whispered in my ear, "Do you like it, honey?" I nodded vigorously. "We'll skip the haircut tonight. Tonight is just for you. Would you like that?" Her whispers were excited and throaty in my ear.

"Yes, Mom, yes," I hissed back, pressing up as she rubbed herself on me.

Her throaty laugh echoed in my ear again. "Cal, you nasty boy. You want to fuck me, don't you?"

I didn't answer. Please don't stop, I screamed to myself.

"You know I can't do that, don't you?" It was a statement, not a question.

I nodded, but I couldn't stop my cock from pressing up even harder against her.

She growled softly in my ear, "It's OK, Cal. You can want to, you just can't do it." She kissed my ear, dipping her tongue inside, circling it around and then nibbling the lobe. Once more the throaty whisper penetrated my ear, "You do, don't you. You want to fuck your own mother. With your father right upstairs!"

I nodded this time, thrusting my cock up hard against her. She laughed, increasing the intensity of her fucking motions, pushing down hard, forcing my cock between her soaking pussy lips as she dragged them along its pajama clad length. On one forward shove, the gods aligned on my side, for as she pulled back, scraping along my rod, my cock popped through the fly hole in my pajamas.

On the next push forward her pussy lips split over my bare cock. She groaned as she dragged back along its length, as did I, realizing my cock was sliding through the wet canyon of her bare pussy lips. She returned and withdrew more quickly and I pushed up even harder, lifting myself and her from the chair. Our movements quickly became more frantic. We lunged at each other for the next few minutes, gasping erratically, until she came again, slumping and draping herself over me as my cock began spurting all over me and her, jerking against her pussy until I had nothing left.

I kissed her, a gentle, tender and long kiss, without putting my tongue in her mouth.

"We really got carried away this time, didn't we," she stated after I pulled my mouth off hers.

I hugged her. "I guess so," I answered, "but I liked it and I want to practice even more."

"No," she replied, "I think we've gone too far. We need to stop."

I was taken aback. "No. Mom please. I don't want to stop." My face twisted with disappointment.

"Sweetie, you have to realize this is wrong. I can't go any further, I can't even keep doing this."

"OK, Mom. We won't go so far. But we can still do some. Please, Mom."

"Well," she stood up, her skirt falling into place, "maybe, but not much. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

She smiled down at me, searching for common ground, for agreement. My eyes focused on her tits swaying before me, her nipples still quite stiff. She laughed, "Oh god. It's no use talking to you right now. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow morning, as soon as Dad's gone, bring some coffee up and we'll talk about it."

"OK," I agreed, a little sullen.

"But don't wake me if I'm sleeping," she went on.

"I won't," I said, still sullen.

Mom turned and went out.

Well friends, I won't tell you more unless you ask. I know this happened over just a few short weeks, but that's the way it was.

Maybe in another letter. Please keep sending me yours.
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Wow. How can a guy be that lucky? His mother just goes after him and rubs herself on him. Incredible. And I have to play this game with my Mom, who knew her husband had fucked his mother for years.

"Dave," there was a soft knock on the study door, "Dave? It's time to feed your father." I opened the door. There was my own Mom, in a pale blue slip that fell to her knees, with a lacy neckline that cut down between her breasts, almost to her navel. "We need to go up in a few minutes."

Mom looked a little uncomfortable standing before me in just her slip. Walking over to her and stopping just short, I complimented her on her choice.

I didn't have it so bad, I thought, not so bad at all. I followed Mom out into the living room, admiring her legs, the flare of her hips as they peeled away from her waist, and the swell of her breast as I watched it bulge out from her side, jiggling as she walked. Her breasts were unencumbered. My cock began to swell. No, I didn't have it bad, and it was getting better.

"Is this what you had in mind to help you get into your role?" Mom asked, turning to face me. She looked stunning, her breasts prominent under the slip, their bare sides swelling into the valley cut by her low neckline.

"I can't imagine anything better, Mom. Thanks. I know you're a bit hesitant about all of this."

"I know, Davy. But I've thought it through and I know you're right. We have to try our hardest for Dad." Mom's face twisted with emotion and she stepped forward, throwing her arms around my neck. I held her, pulling her to me, crushing her tits against me. Despite the tenderness of the moment, I couldn't help dropping my hand to her lower back, and then over the swell of her cheek to cup her ass in my hand. She didn't flinch or otherwise acknowledge my touch, she only said, "Let's go upstairs now."

At her bedroom door, as she stood holding Dad's dinner, I again placed my hand on her back. "Remember, we're playing roles and we've got to make him believe." I slid my hand down to rub it across her ass. Mom nodded her head. I opened the door and we went in.

Mom took Dad's dinner immediately to the bedside table where she could easily reach it. Before she could sit at the side of the bed to feed him, I pulled her to me. "We need to let him see us like you would be just before you went to bed." I ducked my head and kissed her. She seemed flustered again. "Come on, Mom, try to get into it." I kissed her again, holding her until she responded. It wasn't long before I was able to slip my tongue between her lips for a real kiss.

Turning Mom to face Dad, I whispered, "Let him look at you. You still have the body of a thirty year old woman, Mom."

I held her upper arms and pulled them back, thrusting her breasts out. I was pleased to see that her nipples weren't soft. "Let him see your gorgeous legs," I whispered in her ear, pulling her slip up her sides until the hem was high enough to show the bottom of her panties. I let the hem drop.

"Let him think something's up tonight, Mom," I whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties."

"No, I can't," she balked.

"Yes, Mom. You have to. You don't know how it makes a man feel when he's with a woman that isn't wearing panties. She's still covered, but seems more accessible. Stir his mind with it."

"I can't, Davy."

"Yes you can. Take them off right in front of him."

I started sliding the hem of the slip up her thighs once more. Mom put her hands on mine to stop me but I kept pulling her slip up. When her panties were bared again, she relented, reaching in to pull them down her legs and step out of them. What an incredible sight to watch her pull her panties off.

"Perfect, Mom. Now, get up on the bed and feed him." Mom sat at Dad's side. "No, right up on the bed, like last time."

Mom dutifully got up on the bed, kneeled at Dad's side and started to feed him. Quietly, I pulled my shirt off, dropped my pants, laying them gently to the floor, and took off my socks. Dressed only in my boxers, I clambered up behind mom. I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently massaged her neck, slowly working down her back as she fed my father. I didn't do anything overtly sexual.

When she finished, Mom leaned forward across Dad to place the plate and utensils on the bedside table. As she did, I was treated to a look at her pantiless ass barely covered by her slip, her crack clearly visible. When she straightened up I moved forward so that her back and rump were nestled tightly against me.

"Now we need to let him see you, Mom, like you're just coming to bed. Go to bathroom, then walk back here, very sexy, and get back on the bed in front of me."

Without any hesitation this time, Mom did as I asked. She looked tremendous as she came back to bed, her long legs bare, and all the way up I knew. My cock surged watching her. She kneeled on the bed and walked herself around to place herself in front of me, then pushed back to press her ass closer to me.

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her up. "That was great, Mom. Arch your back. Show him your breasts." She did, thrusting her tits out, proudly. I reached around and cupped each tit, holding them up toward Dad. I hefted their weight, then squeezed each gently. "Any man would love these," I whispered. "Let him see more."

I pulled the lapels of Mom's low cut slip apart, out past her nipples, pulling them in to the sides of her breasts. Her tits were now bare, squeezed out between the lapels of her slip. Bringing my hands back, I brushed her nipples, watching over her shoulder as they hardened to my touch. Pinching her nipples, tugging them out, I whispered in her ear again, "Open your legs, Mom. Spread them for him."

Mom moved her knees apart. "More," I said. She pulled them wider. "More," I insisted. She opened them yet more. Reluctant to release her nipples, I quietly instructed her again, "Pull your slip up. Let him see you."

Mom began pulling her slip up her wide open legs. She did it slowly, teasingly. I don't know if she was teasing Dad, or if she knew she was teasing me. But tease she did. She didn't stop until her hands were at her waist.

"Lean over like you did yesterday." I pressed her forward and added, "We need to make it seem more real so I'm gonna press really close to you. Just go along with it." My whispers sounded over eager and desperate to me but she allowed me to pull her hips away from Dad as I pushed on her back, far enough that her head lay on his lap, facing him. "Watch to see if he reacts," I instructed.

Oh, the sight of her! Head in father's lap, ass raised toward me, covered only to the bottom of her cheeks. I moved forward to press against her, my cock rock hard under my boxers and the bare head sticking out above the waistband. I leaned over her back and reached around to play with her tits, still squeezed out through the front of her slip. I started nudging my cock against her ass, rocking her head in Dad's lap.

"Come on, Mom. Move like you're doing it." My voice was dry and hoarse.

She started fucking movements, little ones, in time with my nudges against her ass. Slowly, they became more exaggerated as I pushed harder against her. I kept my cock pressed firmly against her ass, moving with her as she shoved it back against me. It dawned on me that she would be unlikely to let me do this unless she was indeed playing out some kind of revenge against Dad. This thought made me push a little further, gambling that my guess was correct.

"If you never let him have you like this, Mom, you really have to show him now how good it would have been." My suggestion clearly moved us from reminding Dad of vivid memories to taunting him with things he wanted but never had.

Mom didn't react even though I hadn't whispered, I'd said it aloud. Had I gone to far? Tentatively, her hands left Dad's leg, where she'd been using her forearms to brace herself, and reached back to her ass. She clutched her slip and began bunching it up in her fists, pulling it up over her ass, baring it to me. Her unsupported head rocked in Dad's lap. She walked her knees a little closer to herself, raising her ass higher in the air. My cock, peeking out of my shorts, was now rubbing along the bare crack of her ass, close to her pussy.

Mom was panting hard. "Like that?"

"Yes, yes," I panted back, breathing just as hard as she was. I moved my thighs from side to side to push her legs farther apart, and angled my hips to let my protruding cock head gouge between her pussy lips. Releasing her tits, I pulled my shorts down to my knees. My cock sprung free against her ass. I pulled back to let it dive under her ass and graze her pussy as I shoved forward. I pushed in and out, teasing her pussy with my scraping rod. Mom was rocking her hips wildly, accenting the pressure of my pole on her pussy.

"Show him," she gasped, "Show him!"

"What?" I gasped back, thrusting my cock between her thighs.

"Show him ... unngghhhh .... what it's like ... unnnngghhhh ... to have me ... unnnggghhhhhh ... from behind!"

For real? I was stunned. Although not so stunned that I stopped fucking my cock between my mother's thighs, pressing along her wet pussy. Fuck her for real? I was always thinking about getting a little farther, the next step, the next feel. Suddenly, she was handing me the real deal. I was suddenly uncertain. Did I really want to do that? Did she?

"SHOW ... HIM!"

Startled by her yell, I pulled back. She stopped, holding her ass up toward me. I looked down at her quivering ass, at her beaver pouting back at me, at the moisture dripping down the inside of her thighs, her moisture, her wetness. Grasping my cock, I placed its head at her pussy lips and shoved it in an inch. Then, not hard but firm and steady, I pushed in until I could feel her ass press against my hips. I grasped her hips and started thrusting hard into her.

I looked up at my father's dead eyes, 'I'm fucking her now, from behind!' I thought, as I bucked my hips against her ass and thighs. But the only things that escaped my lips for real were short, guttural grunts. I was too busy trying to breathe as I pummeled Mom's ass. I would have thought it would be over in seconds, but to my surprise I fucked her for quite a while before I spunked her, making sure every drop squirted inside. I collapsed on her sweaty back, breathing heavily. "Did you see anything, did he react?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

She panted for some time before answering, "No."

"We'll have to keep trying, then," I said, elated when she immediately responded, "Yes."

"Let's not move him downstairs, Mom. Let's leave him here. It's easier."

"Yes," she agreed.

"But you should keep wearing slips around the house so every time you come up here he sees that you're dressing sexy all the time."

"To stay in character, to help us play our roles?" she asked, her breathing finally normal.

"Partly. But he should know that you're dressing like that for your me too, for your son." There. It was on the table, a big hint that I knew about Dad and Grandma, and his fear about Mom and me.

"OK, Davy. I know what we have to do up here, and I understand if you need me to dress like this to help you with that."

That wasn't exactly the answer I was hoping for; I was hoping she'd take it a little further, for her to want to wander around in slips or night clothes all the time, for my benefit, not just for this game we were playing. But that was good enough. At least for now.

Mom went on, "I'm going to stay and have a nap with Dad. Can you get your own dinner?"

"OK, Mom. I have lots more work to do in Dad's study but call me so we can say goodnight to Dad together, OK?"

Mom turned over on her back, her arm crooked above her head, her tits still pushing out between her slip. She didn't make any move to pull the slip together to cover herself, or to pull the hem down to cover her bare, damp pussy. "OK, Davy," she smiled, opened her legs and closed her eyes, "but don't be too long because I think Dad will need to go to bed early tonight."

I rushed downstairs straight to the study, skipping dinner in favor of searching for another letter by Frank or Francis to whet my appetite for this evening. Starting where I'd finished with Calvin's letter, I discovered a postscript.
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Hi group. I know I was going to tell you more about me and mom next time but I just had to open the letter before I mailed it to add this postscript. I couldn't wait.

Remember Mom asked me to bring her coffee up the next morning right after Dad left so we could talk about our situation? Well, I did. I was up early, and was coming downstairs just when Dad finished his breakfast. He was pleased to see me up.

"Well, that's a change," he grumped. "So you're going to make an effort to look for a summer job before you go to school?"

"Uh, yeah, Dad," I replied, "Like you said, the early bird gets the worm, right?"

"That's right, son." He slapped me on the back as he headed out the door, "Good luck."

I rushed to make coffee. The stupid coffee maker was so slow I thought it was broken. Eventually, I made my way upstairs carrying a mug of coffee for Mom, thinking hard about how I could convince her to let me keep looking at, touching and sucking her tits, even if she didn't rub herself on me anymore. I was careful to go in her room very quietly and though I set the mug down gently on the bedside table on Dad's side, next to an open box of rubbers, I still disturbed her. She turned over onto her tummy, clutching her pillow lengthways to her body as she rolled on top of it. As I stood watching her, waiting for her breathing to deepen, indicating sleep, before sitting on her bed, she mumbled to herself and kicked at her covers as she tried to get comfortable.

My attention was riveted on Mom's back as the sheet was dragged down by her restless feet. Down from her shoulders, to her waist and on the next kick, over her rump to the backs of her thighs. Another rustle and the sheet was only up to her mid thigh, the hem of her nightie stretched across the halfway mark of her cheeks. Half her ass was bare!

Now seeing and sucking Mom's tits was great, don't get me wrong. But you can't believe how hard my boner got when the bottom of her ass came into view. Mom was making quiet little sounds. As far as I could make out, she was dreaming. She moved her feet around again, kicking the sheet lower still. It was now across her knees and stayed there, held down by her left foot as she bent her other knee and lifted that foot higher in the bed to her side.

Now I had a clear view of her entire ass and pussy. I knelt down at the foot of the bed to improve my view. Her pussy lips, I could see from this vantage point, were parted. This I could tell even through the thick pubic covering her puffy lips, a glistening pink line clearly discernible running from the point her ass gave way to her pussy, and out of sight as it pressed against the mattress.

As I watched, Mom shifted yet again. The sheet was kicked right offer feet. She hunched her bottom up and opened her legs even wider as she bent her left knee as well. Mom was now lying on her tummy, her ass slightly lifted from the mattress, legs bent and opened wide. Her pussy was now clearly parted, marked by a wet pink slash.

I couldn't take any more. I stood, pushed my pajamas down my legs and off my feet. Grasping my engorged cock, I began to stroke myself. What would I do if she awoke and saw me? I didn't care. She looked so hot, like she was inviting me to fuck her. That thought rolled around in my head like a cannonball. What if she was asking me to have her? What if she wanted to be taken? She was the one that insisted I come up to her bedroom even if she was sleeping. And only after Dad left. She let me touch her tits, checking to make sure Dad wasn't near, and she rubbed her pussy on me, and told me not to wear jeans next time. Maybe she wanted to but couldn't cope with it. If I took her while she was 'sleeping', she could pretend we hadn't. God, I hoped I was right because if I was wrong and she told Dad ...

Gingerly, I placed my knee on the bed. Carefully I let it take my weight and then lifted my other knee onto the bed. Slowly, I moved ahead. I froze when she stirred, mumbling something unintelligible. Her legs moved apart even wider and her ass lifted higher. God, my cock was so hard! I was careful not to touch her legs, which wasn't hard, they were so wide apart.

Suddenly, her ass dropped to the mattress and her legs closed together on my knees. She was moaning into her pillow. Frantic, I lifted my knees one by one and placed them on the outside of hers as she moved to close the gap between her legs once mine were out of the way. I stayed still, panicked that she would turn and see me kneeling above her, naked, with my cock jutting out over her thighs. When she didn't move, or give any other indication that she was waking up, I walked my knees up outside her thighs and stopped.

My errant cock wobbled within an inch of her ass. It felt as if it was already touching, the feeling of being so close to her bare pussy was so intense it was almost unbearable. I lowered myself, bracing with one arm while I used the other hand to push my cock into the heart shaped juncture of her thighs under her ass.

I pushed, shoving the head of my tool between her legs, into her warm and moist flesh. My cock pushed deeper, searching for the hot slippery lips I had found the night before. Mother never made a sound. Bracing myself now with both hands at her sides, I pushed my hips down, shoving my cock deeper between her tight thighs. Her ass tilted up against my intrusion, making it easier for me to push forward.

The tip of my cock felt suddenly wet, and very hot. Ecstasy! I pushed harder an my prick slipped further ahead, wetting my shaft. Shove. Shove. Shove. I was in her, my cock was inside my Mom!

I pulled out, slowly, relishing the exquisite feel of her cunt gripping my cock. Slowly, I pushed back in, my hips and back bending to the task. Out again, then back in, still slow but faster than before. Several more times, then several more again. I was fucking her. Her ass lifted even higher giving me better and deeper access. I hunched my buttocks, digging my cock in her. Then she spoke, shocking the hell out of me.

"Take me ... take me ... unnngghhhhh!"

I began fucking wildly. There was no rhythm to my movement, I was just banging her frantically, driven by her moans and my grunts. I slammed repeatedly into the mattress, over and over, until at last I came, pushing her whole body flat to the mattress as I dug my bone into her as deep as I could, gasping and yelling, "Mommmm!"

After a few minutes, I got up, pulled on my pajamas and covered Mom with the sheet. I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, Mom 'woke up' and, turning to see me, smiled and said good morning. I fetched the mug of coffee from Dad's table and handed it to her.

"Oh, you remembered to bring me coffee. How sweet." Mom gave me a huge smile. There was no mention of what we'd just done. It was as if it never happened. "Are you going to let me practice on your hair again on Monday?" she asked as she plumped her pillow and Dad's, leaning back into them while holding her coffee.

"Yeah, Mom. Sure."

"You're so generous, Cal. Come sit beside me while I drink my coffee. ... No, no ... under the covers. That's it," she cooed as I slipped in next to her. "You deserve a little reward, I think." Mom looked down at her chest, then at me. "Do you think you can play with them without spilling my coffee?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll be careful," I assured her.

"Good," she said, "Hold this." She handed me her coffee and then pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was naked in bed beside me. "Go ahead, play with them if you like."

Several minutes after I started fondling her tits, she whispered, "You can kiss them, too, honey."

As I really got into sucking them, I slipped my right arm under her back and let my left hand stray down between her legs. I cupped her pussy mound, slipping my fingers along her crevice and was about to slip my fingers inside when she stopped me with her hand.

"I can't let you in there, Cal. I can feel your little man against my leg, but I can't let you go that far, honey. I'm sorry."

I stopped sucking her tit.

"All boys want to fuck their mother. It's OK for us to play a little, even talk about like I did last night, but we can't actually do it. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Keep sucking me, honey," she pulled my mouth back to her tit, her breath sucking in as my mouth enveloped her nipple once more. As I sucked her nipple I let my fingers move, ever so slightly, on her pussy. I sucked and sucked, all the while barely moving my fingers on her quim, alternating between lightly stroking up and down and gently tugging her lips apart. She never objected, even though a few minutes earlier she had stopped me and held my hand still. Her hand had now fallen away from mine. Only her breathing had changed, becoming raspier, and the quick intakes and soft little gasps more frequent.

It wasn't due to my tit sucking. I had become negligent in this regard, simply licking her nipple, concentrating heavily on her cunt. As I pulled her lips wider, starting to dip the tips of my fingers in between, she moved her hand back to grasp mine once more. She spoke in a harsh, hoarse whisper, "Maybe its OK if you just touch me there."

Her grip loosened, and her hand fell away. I pushed my fingers inside and up into her wet cunt, wet with her juice and my spunk. Mom spilled her coffee, what was left of it, but she just let the mug roll off her onto the floor. I used my right arm across the small of her back to push her pelvis out as I dug my fingers into her. Her hips began to rock of their own accord as I fucked my fingers into her. I let my right hand slip down to her ass, my long finger nestling into the crack, pressing on her little hole, but not in. She was gasping unabashedly now, her legs opening wide, her knees bent so her heels could dig into the mattess, helping her fuck my hand in ernest. Only a moment later, her hips were bucking wildly and she was yelling, "Finger me, Cal. Finger your mother!"

Afterward, when she was still gasping for breath, she looked at me, her face flushed. "You're good at letting me get carried away, aren't you?" She smiled that crooked little smile. She looked very satisfied, still propped up on the pillows, her arms hanging limply at her sides.

"I guess so, Mom," I answered, getting up to my knees, swinging the left over her to straddle her tummy. "But you need to let me carried away, now."

I pulled my pajamas down, letting my cock spring out toward her face. To my relief, she didn't yell, didn't even look angry. She just smiled that smile, let a twinkle sparkle through her eyes, and opened her mouth wide. Her arms remained limp at her sides. I grasped my cock and pushed my hips forward moving unerringly into her gaping jaws. She clamped her mouth down, sealing her lips around my shaft, swirling her tongue around my cock's head, and then sucked hard, her cheeks caving in. She released me, quickly pulled out and then pushed back in quick succession several times, then clamped down and repeated the same action.

"Oh, god, Mom," I cried.

Her eyes sparkled. She pulled her mouth off me again. "Like that?" she asked with a big smile.

To my grateful nod, she responded, "OK, I guess you can fuck me that way, if you want. Do you, Cal?" she smiled, opening her mouth, adding, "Do you want to fuck my mouth? Come on, fuck your mother's mouth."

Several times over the next two minutes, when I pulled out, she repeated these words, "Fuck my mouth, come on, fuck your Mom's mouth."

That's all the time I lasted. I blasted what was left of my come into her throat, convulsing against her face. She laughed when I pulled out. "Did you jack off over me last night? I wouldn't have thought I could swallow it all, a young man like you. You did, didn't you? You've already blown your load this morning, haven't you?" She laughed again.

Was she kidding? Did she really not know I had just emptied myself in her cunt? No. She had to know. She was just letting me know she knew, without admitting it, while at the same time acting like she didn't know.

As I was leaving to allow her to get up and dressed, she spoke again but this time her voice was soft and sweet. "Cal, honey. I like to have a nap in the afternoon. Would you be a dear and bring me some tea after?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'll bring you some tea."

"Thanks, honey. But come in quietly, like you did this morning, and don't wake me if I'm sleeping." I nodded, and she blew me a kiss. I grinned as I skipped down the stairs. She was in for a long shag this afternoon, and a giant sperm attack.

Well group, I hope you think it was worth waiting for this postscript. I know I just couldn't wait to tell you. Mom has asked me to bring morning coffee and afternoon tea to her two or three days a week since then. One day, morning coffee lasted well over an hour and on another Mom I brought her 'tea' within ten minutes of her going up for her nap and left just minutes before Dad got home. My cock is so sore and chafed, I'm thinking about getting a skin graft.

I can kiss Mom, feel and suck her tits, finger her and even push my cock into her mouth as long as Dad isn't close enough to catch us. I just can't fuck her. At least so she has to admit it. I guess she can't engage in incest, or admit it to herself at least. I dying to have her when she's 'awake'. Just so you know, I'm working on that. By the way. Dad is happy because Mom dropped the barber thing. She told she just didn't have time for it, what with all the other things she had to do in a day. Bye for now.
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That was it. The search for more letters from Frank and Francis had to wait. I needed to find Mom and convince her to put Dad to bed early. I left the study in search of Mom, unconcerned about the obvious bulge in my pants, or that we had just finished feeding him his dinner less than an hour ago. I was geared up for a sperm attack of my own.
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