Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

When Mom finished shaking, I moved my hips, sliding my cock between her tits. She didn't react in any way. She just lay there letting me fuck her tits. I stopped massaging her shoulders and began pressing down, encouraging her to go lower. Suddenly, she lifted slightly and shifted down. I moved my hands up to hold her head, turning it to face my abdomen, and pushed down. On one upswing through her tits, my cock popped into her and I immediately began hunching my hips faster and faster. I couldn't hold back, feverishly fucking my cock into her mouth. I tried jamming it higher but was blocked by thickness of her tits. Still, I tried to get farther and farther into her mouth. I could hear myself gasping for breath. Louder and louder. I was running out of air. And then I burst, spurting and spurting into her mouth. Her mouth slid down my entire shaft, my cock bumping against her throat as she allowed me all the way in. She let me stay like that until my cock softened, one of the most exquisite sensations I have ever felt.

We lay there recovering our breath, not speaking, for several minutes. It dawned on me that Mom, just like me, wasn't sure what to do now. I think were both in a quandary about how to deal with each other now that the passion of the moment had passed. Mom was breathing regularly now, almost as if she was napping. This thought sparked a solution in my mind for how we could extract ourselves from this situation. Mom couldn't pretend to be asleep, she was on top of me, almost undressed with her panties pushed down. But what if I pretended to be asleep. Surely not believable but at least we could avoid confronting the facts and facing each other.

I began to breathe regularly and deeply letting my right hand fall off her shoulder to hang in front of the couch. After a few minutes Mom stirred, either believing my act or at least realizing the opportunity to get up and leave unobserved. After she stood I heard her pull up her panties and pick up her terry cloth robe. A minute later, she spoke to herself out loud, "Oh, look at him, so cute, just like when he was little. He must be so stressed to sleep in the middle of the afternoon." And so she set the stage to cover our actions. Would there be more acts?

I sensed Mom lean over me and felt her lips on my forward in a familiar motherly caress. Then, uncharacteristically, she kissed me gently on the lips and whispered, "Sleep well, you're the man of the house now." She kissed me again, sliding her tongue between and across my lips. And then she was gone.
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Oh Grant, I surely wanted to read more about your Mom. It was too early for Mom to be home yet so I started flipping through the letters before realizing that I had forgotten to feed Dad. Mom would be pissed. I ran out to the kitchen, sliced up some fruit and dumped it in a bowl of yogurt, and hurried upstairs. As I fed him, I scrutinized Dad's face for any indication of awareness like he'd shown the night before, but there was no sign. I was sure I hadn't been mistaken the night before. Perhaps he needed the heat of the moment firing his anger to let him react. Oddly, I guess my initial ruse to get Mom to let me touch her was actually working. But I certainly didn't want it to get in my way. With this in mind, I crushed a single sleeping tablet into the yogurt. Mom would be home in a couple of hours and I didn't want him ruining my fun, no matter how remote the possibility.

I left the dishes on the bedside table so Mom would know I hadn't forgotten to look after Dad and returned to the study to continue my search through the letters.
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Hi everyone. Frank here. First, thanks for all the letters. I can't tell you how much I look forward to receiving your letters. They were so interesting that I doubt you remember my story. My mom had offered to help me study for exams, something she'd never done before. I think she really did it to keep me away from Donna, a girl a little older than me who I had deceived my mother into thinking was interested in me sexually. This led to Mom flirting with me, teasing me with her legs, allowing me to look down her blouse and even touch her breasts and her panties, culminating in her taking my cock into her mouth in my room while we were supposedly studying.

I'm not sure whether Mom had got carried away with the taboo excitement of being sexual with her son, especially when my father was so close by, or if she was willing to do whatever to keep me away from a woman she thought would lead me astray before finishing college. It didn't matter to me, as long as she let me touch her and put my cock in her mouth again. I wanted her all the time now. I couldn't look at her without getting a hard on.

Like the very next day at breakfast. Dad read the newspaper, as usual, while Mom bustled around the kitchen. That left me free to constantly follow Mom's every move. She wasn't dressed any differently than normal but I could still see her legs, her slender bare arms, and the hints of her breast moving under her dress. Mom did seem to pay more attention to me. She smiled at me every time she brought something to the table and would glance my way when she stretched up to get something from a cupboard, pulling her dress tightly against her body, knelt down to retrieve an item from a lower cupboard, allowing her housedress to ride up on her thigh, or bent over to reach into a bottom drawer. Or was it just my imagination?

She finally joined us at the table. Dad, having long finished eating, had buried his nose in the paper. Mom noticed that I had waited to eat with her, something I hadn't done before. She seemed very pleased, rewarding me with an extra sparkly-eyed smile and a pat on my knee.

"Thank you, dear. That's so nice of you."

"What?" father asked, without lowering his paper.

"Nothing dear. I was talking to Frank," Mom answered, trying to speak and swallow her cereal at the same time, some milk spilling out and dribbling down her chin. She pushed her chin out so the milk wouldn't drip on her dress.

Instinctively, I reached out and caught the little rivulet of milk before it fell, dragging it back up my mother's chin with my finger and returning it to my her lips. Mom gave me an appreciative look. And then I did it ... I pushed my luck. Looking into her eyes, I deliberately poked my finger through her lips into her mouth. She didn't do anything except glance at my father, without turning her face away or moving her head. When her eyes returned to mine, I pushed my finger right in, feeling it slide along her tongue. She let me do it and didn't glance away again. When she started to gag a bit I quickly pulled my finger back. Mom closed her mouth around it, her cheeks caving in as she sucked it briefly, before releasing it to form a smile. As I pulled my hand away, Mom spoke again, "Thank you, dear. That was nice of you too."

"What?" my father asked again, not really paying attention. No one answered him.

When we were leaving, Mom asked if I wanted her to help me study again, because if I did, she would skip her girls night out. I protested that she shouldn't do that but she insisted, saying that she and Dad thought my school work had always been a high priority for them. As we walked away, Mom called me back, "Come here, Frank. You've got some breakfast on your mouth, dear."

Mom wiped the corner of my mouth as Dad continued on to the car, then slipped her finger into my mouth, a curious smile on her pouting lips, then stretched up on her toes and replaced her finger with a quick kiss on my own lips.

"Don't go to Donna's, I'll help you study tonight."

She watched us as we backed down the driveway and waved as we drove away. On the way to school, Dad offered to speak to Mom if I would be better studying on my own or with other students, but I assured him that studying with Mom was actually way better than with other students because she didn't assume aything and asked all sorts of things that other student's wouldn't, so I really had to know my stuff.

"Ok, well that's great, son."

I couldn't concentrate at all that day. I thought about Mom all day long and couldn't wait to get home. I really wanted to skip my evening class but couldn't think of a way to justify it, and was afraid to jeopardize anything with Mom because I knew she actually meant it when she said my schooling was a high priority for her.

When I finally got home, Mom had waited to eat with me. We sat together in the kitchen, kitty corner rather than at each end of the table, while Dad watched a game on TV. A couple of times during our meal, we each made a production of wiping some allegedly spied food from the other's mouth, followed by almost secretive smiles. Mom asked me about the course I was studying for. After my monologue that lasted to the end of our meal, interrupted by only a few leading questions from Mom, she leaned toward me across the corner of the table and thanked me for my exposition, remarking how interesting the course was and how infective my enthusiasm was, all emphasized by the brush of her knee against mine which was what I really noticed.

Mom got up, placed her hand on my shoulder, and said, "You go up and get ready to study. I'll be up in a few minutes." She walked into the living to speak to Dad. When I passed through on my way upstairs, she was saying, "... so let me know if you want anything because I'm going to help Frank study for his history exam, and we can't have any interruptions once we start." I couldn't hear Dad's response but as I topped the stairs I heard Mom reply, "Ok. Is that all, because I'm not coming back down." I carried on to my room, my boner already starting.

In my room I stripped down to my boxer shorts and slipped into my housecoat, leaving the belt undone, spread my notes around on the bed, and waited for Mom. I tried not to rub my cock while I waited but couldn't help doing it a few times. It was at least fifteen minutes before Mom came in. She was wearing a silky, three quarter length kimono that covered nearly all of her but also clung to her figure, hinting at the delights underneath. To my disappointment, she didn't climb up on the bed as I had expected, as she'd done the last time. Instead, she pulled the chair near the bed and sat down, just as she'd done the first time we had studied. "Hand me your notes," she said in a firm, authoritative voice.

She glanced through my notes for several minutes and then started asking me questions. Half an hour later my dick was soft. Mom was actually serious about helping me study. After an hour, I complained that I needed a break. She seemed reluctant until I remarked that Donna wasn't such a hard task master. I thought that would make her angry, but it didn't. She just smiled and shifted her feet on the edge of the mattress, allowing her kimono to slip off her legs below her knees. I looked at her legs appreciatively, and didn't try to hide it.

"Speaking of Donna," she said, "I found a package of condoms in your drawer here today." She indicated my bedside table with a nod of her head. "Is she offering you something new to study with her?"

I was stunned. As far as I knew, Mom had never looked through my things. And since that package of rubbers had been there for almost a year, this must be a new thing for her if she'd just found them. Cagily, I replied, "I don't think it would be right for me to talk about that. You shouldn't be going through my drawers, anyway."

Mom ignored that. "I just want you to be aware of what you're doing. You should be careful, you don't want to make that girl pregnant. Those things aren't foolproof, you know."

"Mom, we talked about that before."

"Well anyway, I thought you liked studying with me. Don't you like studying with me?"

"Yeah Mom. At least I did before you started working me so hard."

"Just be patient, honey. I'll only quiz you for a little while longer." She stretched her right foot out to press it against my leg, twisting her foot to rub her sole on my thigh. "There's usually a reason for everything you know."

Mom had just started asking me questions again when we heard Dad coming up the stairs. Mom casually withdrew both feet from the bed, set them on the floor, and adjusted her kimono to cover her legs. There was a brief knock at my door and my father's head popped in.

"How's it going?" Dad asked, his eyes flitting between us, taking in our studious scene.

Mom finished asking her question then pointedly turned to Dad, "I said we shouldn't be interrupted. We're in the swing of things here."

"Oh, sorry." Dad mumbled apologetically. "I'm off to bed and I couldn't remember if Frank needed a ride tomorrow morning."

"Uh, no Dad," I replied, "I don't have any classes until 1:30 tomorrow."

"Oh, Ok son. Then I'll see you tomorrow night." Turning to Mom, he said, "See you in the morning, honey."

Mom nodded as Dad shut the door, repeating the question she had just asked me. As the sound of Dad's footsteps dwindled away, Mom replaced her feet on the bed, one reaching forward to rub my leg again. The kimono, seemingly of its own volition, fell away from her legs, but this time to well above her knee. Several more questions were directed my way, but the sight of Mom's legs robbed me of my concentration and my answers were faltering at best.

"Ok, mister. You need to buck up." Mom stood and crawled up onto the bed, straddling my legs and squatting on my knees. Her kimono was pulled apart, exposing her legs high on her thighs. My eyes stuck there.

"I guess I'll have to treat you like a little kid. If you answer correct three times in a row, you get a treat. One." And she asked the first question. After answering the third question correctly, Mom smiled, lifted herself and walked forward a few inches on her knees, settling her bum down on my thighs. "Ok, sweetie," she smiled, "Undo my belt for me."

Excitement coursed through me. I reached for her kimono belt and tugged on it. I didn't rip it open. I pulled slowly, wringing every bit I could out of the moment, like I was enjoying opening my present just as much as the present itself. Almost.

Mom smiled knowingly at me as I worked on her belt. "So, you've learned to savor what you work so hard for, have you?" She rocked her hips side to side, twisting her waist. I just kept at my task. Finally, the belt was undone. I started to pull her robe apart but she stopped me.

"Uh uh, three more questions, buddy."

Three more questions and I was reaching for her kimono again.

"Just one side," she said, blocking one hand.

I pulled her kimono to the side, revealing her torso, her almost flat belly, and her left breast covered by a pink, lacy bra.

The questions started again. I urged her to ask faster but she just smile and kept to the same pace. Once more my hand reached for her kimono, pulling the other half to the side. Now her bra-clad breasts were open to my eyes, as was all of her tummy, but the kimono was still closed over her pelvis.

Three more questions, not one wrong answer. My attention was certainly focused now. I used both hands to pull her kimono apart, revealing a matching set of pink panties. They were just a hammock held up by two strings reaching around her waist, the hammock itself covering her pussy and disappearing into the juncture of her thighs. No hair spilled out the sides despite its tiny size. The material was so thin, I could make out the lines of her pussy lips underneath.

"Do you like them?" she whispered.

I nodded, intensely. She asked three more questions, more quickly now. I reached up to undo her bra but she shook her head, and pulled my hands to her breasts outside the bra. I cupped her breasts, squeezed and kneaded them in my palms. When she started to ask me questions again, I shook my head. She relented, allowing me to fondle her breast for a few minutes more. Then came the questions. Again the perfect score.

I slid my hands down and deftly undid the bra. She didn't try to stop me. Her tits sprang out. As I grasped them in my hands, she shrugged her kimono off her shoulders and took her bra completely off. She arched her back as I fondled her tits, my thumb circling her nipples and squeezing them into the crook of my hands. She shifted forward, her crotch now almost touching mine. The questions came even faster now. I blew the third one.

Mom started over. I complained, "Mom, forget the questions."

"No. You have to answer," she insisted.

I blew the second question. Mom hadn't stopped me from touching her, my hands still held her tits.

"Frank!" Mom panted, "Is this all you want. Don't you want more?"

"Yes, yes," I cried.

"Then concentrate," she whispered harshly.

I mustered all my cognitive strength to answer three more.

"Finally," Mom smiled, her breathing quickened.

I continued squeezing her tits, manipulating her nipples, stretching them out, pushing them in, twisting them. I wasn't sure what my next reward would be. I wasn't sure what to do but Mom answered for me. She reached down to pull my housecoat apart, spreading it until my chest was bare all the way to my boxers and beyond. Looking down at my obvious erection, barely contained by my shorts, she laughed, a soft guttural sound.

"Oh. Someone's been studying very hard indeed."

Was she going to take it in her mouth again? She was. I could tell she was excited too. She was going to do it! Mom suddenly shifted forward, sitting right on top of my shorts, covering my hard dick. It was so warm and soft. She was rocking slightly to and fro.

"Does she do this for you? Hmmm? Does she?" Her hips were rocking.

I was just about to say, 'No, You're the best' when she looked over at the night table.

"She's going to let you fuck her, isn't she?" Her tempo increased

I didn't say anything. I didn't nod, but I didn't say no either, despite the truth of it. All I could think about was her pussy rubbing on my cock.

"But only through a piece of rubber." She reached over and pulled the drawer open, fumbling around inside. I thought she was going to take the rubbers away but her hand held my scissors instead. She swept my arms away from her tits and thrust the scissors in my hand. "Take them."

Dropping her hands to her side, she grasped the panty strings running over her hips. "Cut them," she commanded.

Shocked, I nevertheless cut the string on each side of her panties, confused, uncertain of what this was all about. She started rocking again. Looking into my eyes, she whispered, "You can pull my panties out if you want."

I reached down to grasp the patch of pink material she was calling panties.

She grasped my hand, stopping dead still. "But only if you leave those rubbers in your drawer and promise me you won't do anything with her."

There it was. She thought she was putting me in a real quandary. Without hesitation, I gasped, "I promise Mom." I tugged on her panties, trying to pull them out. "I promise, Mom."

I pulled harder. I could feel her lift her weight just before they broke free. I was holding her panties in one hand, looking down at her bare pussy, a tuft of hair atop her mound and a bare cleft below.

Mom reached down to manipulate my boxer shorts. My cock soon poked its head through the fly. Mom slid forward, directing her pussy onto my cock, pushing it flat on my stomach. She let her weight fall against it. She leaned into kiss me, a long soft kiss on my lips. Pulling back, she whispered, "Bareback is best, baby." She kissed me again, slipping her tongue inside before pulling away again. "And no girl out there is going to let you do that." She kissed me again, this time flooding my mouth with her swirling tongue. "You have to come home for bare pussy. Remember that."

Mom started fucking her wet pussy back and forth along my hard cock, bathing it in her juice. Mom didn't know it, but my cock had never been christened with cunt juice. This was its first bath. A moan escaped my lips.

"Oh yeah, baby likes that, doesn't he?" She rubbed harder. I nodded, my face red, panting, moaning.

"That's it. Fuck up against me." She was panting just as hard as me now. "Rub my wet pussy." She was gasping, we were gasping. "With your hard cock!"

On that, she suddenly burst into really rapid fuck movements, her hips churning. I matched her pace, trying to thrust my cock into her cunt but she kept it flat on my stomach, not letting me dip it down far enough to gain entrance. Her head fell back as she arched her back. "Oh, God!" she cried, not whispering, as her pussy began clenching my cock. That did it. I began spilling my spunk all over my stomach. I could feel myself getting even wetter as she came.

Mom collapsed forward against my chest. I held her for quite a while until she raised her head and latched her mouth on mine, her tongue instantly invading my mouth, digging around, retreating and attacking, a very long, hot kiss.

"Remember your promise," she reminded me when the kiss broke. "Remember yours," I fired back. She pulled her kimono back on, picked up her torn panties, and climbed off the bed. Smiling at me, she dropped the panties into my open drawer, "I will," she said calmly, then turned and walked out of my room to join my father in her bed.
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What timing. Just as I finished reading Frank's letter, having just pulled my cock out and stroked it a few times, I heard Mom come in the door. I had just jammed it back in my pants when her head poked in the door to let me know she was home. I straightened myself and followed her, my cock now more ready than ever. She was in the kitchen, putting groceries away. But that wasn't what caught my attention.

She was wearing a white, cotton summer dress, sleeveless, with a loose skirt falling about her legs almost to her knees. The material was so loose you could see her legs through it with the sun shining through the kitchen window, and her white cotton panties. Running my eyes up her body, I was sure from her movements that she wasn't wearing a bra. I walked up close beside her. She wasn't. I couldn't believe it. My mother had worn a dress outside without a bra!

"Oh, I see you like my dress. I tried pick out something you'd like. I think I caused quite a stir when I wore it out of the store." I could imagine. You could clearly see, with this material, that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I like it very much," I replied, "except ..." I paused, not sure how to talk about her going braless in public.

"Oh, I forgot, now that I'm home." She reached down, slipped her hands under her dress, pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them, tossing them carelessly to the floor. She returned her hands to the sink, washing the vegetables she'd just bought. I stepped around behind her. Just as with her top, I could clearly see that her bottom was bare, the crack between her cheeks clearly visible. Her ass wiggled excitingly as her hands cleaned the vegetables. I lined myself up and pressed my cock against her ass, pushing it between her cheeks, reaching around to cup her bare breasts through her dress. She pushed herself back against my cock, but not for more.

"I don't like that," she said.

Pushed apart from her, I was taken aback. My hands still held her tits. She hadn't pushed my hands away.

"But, last night ... upstairs ..."

"I don't care about upstairs. I don't know about ... upstairs!" She seemed angry.

I didn't reply, not knowing what to do, afraid that I might ruin things by saying the wrong thing.

Her voice softened. "You can pretend to do other things," she continued, "just not that ... it's dirty."

"Oh that," I said, just now understanding, "I wasn't going to do that, I'm not interested in that," I lied, knowing full well I'd dearly love to have her ass again. "Oh no, I was just thinking about the other thing, but just from this way," I pressed myself back against her ass.

"Oh, I see," she said.

I dug my cock back between her cheeks again, "I just thought we should practice some more before pretending in front of Dad."

"Oh, alright then."

"Just keep doing the vegetables as if you're making dinner for Dad," I whispered in her ear. Her nipples were hard now and her breathing more rapid. I dropped my hands to her skirt, pulling it up to bare her ass. I tucked it around to her front, pinching it between her stomach and the counter. "You have a lovely bottom you know, honey," I said, speaking now as if I was Dad years ago. "It's the best one in town, did you know that?"

"It is?"

"Oh yes." I ran my hand across her fanny, dipping down to cup her cheeks, hefting the weight of each one. I pushed my shorts down with my other hand, freeing my cock. "You simply have the most marvelous bum." I played my hand along the bottom of her cheeks, slipping in between her legs to quickly run my fingers along the bottom of her pussy, before lifting both hands to repossess her tits.

"Push it out a little, honey," I whispered in her ear, "push your sweet buns back to me." She thrust her ass back at me.

"Step back," I whispered, pressing her legs apart with my knees as she complied. "Don't stop. Keep doing the vegetables," I commanded quietly as I lined my cock up, its head bumping along her bottom as her hands starting busying themselves in the sink again. "Bend your back," I whispered, thrusting my cock between her pussy lips as she arched her back, lowering her head to rest on her hands which, ignoring my instructions, she'd used to grab the narrow expanse of counter in front of the sink, getting ready to get fucked.

I pushed my cock just inside her lips, wetting its head. "I love pretending to fuck you," I whispered, "but we've got to pretend that we're not pretending, to make it more real." I went on, "Put your soul into it, Mom. Fuck me ... fuck Dad ... like its real. From now on ... fuck Ron ... like you really love it."

I kept my cock still in her, not trying to push further in, although it was twitching in her pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter from her juices.

"Don't you just love fucking me," I asked, adding for emphasis, "just after I've come home? Come on, pull my cock inside you."

There was a pause and then she pushed back on me, trying to impale herself. I drew back. "No, pull me in. Pull my cock in. You love the feel of it, you're desperate for it to fill you."

Another pause as my whispers sunk in. Then I felt it. Her cunt, clinging, clutching, like a hundred little fingers, pulling, tugging, pressing and releasing like a snake digesting its catch. I resisted, the pressure increased. Her head dropped right in the sink. I squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples. She raised up on tippy toes and really pulled on my cock head. I pushed it in an inch.

"Unnnnggghhhh ... Ohhhhhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me."

I slipped in another inch. "Only if you really want me to."

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh ... please," she whispered.

I don't know why I did it, I can't explain it. I just did. I reached in to the sink and grabbed a smallish tomato and pressed it to her lips. Her mouth opened and I pushed it in. She held it there, half in and half out of her mouth. Grasping her hips and pulling her up so she was right on the very tips of her toes, I pushed my cock all the way in.

"Say please," I gasped, then, "Keep saying it."

Mom began saying something. I couldn't tell what it was with the tomato in her mouth but I just knew she was saying please, over and over again as I fucked her, never letting her feet fall flat to the floor. I fucked into her in long, slow strokes. Every once in a while saying, "Keep saying it," although there was no need, she was moaning constantly into the tomato.

I couldn't maintain my slow pace, quickly increasing the tempo until I was slamming furiously into her backside, hammering her cheeks, jamming my cock as far into her pussy as I could. Her mouth clamped down on the tomato, squishing it in her mouth. I reached down to grab her hair, gently pulling her head back and twisting her to face the sink so the tomato juice would drip into the sink. Despite the intensity of it, I fucked her hard like that for another two full minutes before flooding her cunt with my spunk, reveling in the flood of her own juices as they washed over me.

Pulling my cock out of ehr, I picked up my shorts where they'd fallen to the floor and walked naked upstairs to have a shower. I didn't know what would happen in my Dad's room, and I didn't care. I knew I was going to have my mother again before we went there. I wanted to see the look on her face when I pushed my cock into her.

I took a long shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist I exited the bathroom to see my mother leave her room. She was wearing a white blouse and a black, pleated skirt. The pantyhose made her legs whisper as she advanced to the stairs.

"Mom" I called. She stopped before taking her first step downstairs, her hand on the banister. She took a step, placing her flat heeled pump on the first step.

"Mom!" I called again. She turned to look at me.

"I'm just going out for a while," she explained.

"No."

"No?"

"No," I repeated quietly. "Come here."

Mom slowly walked toward me. She was oddly sexy in her conservative white and black outfit, almost nunnish. I walked forward, meeting her in front of her open bedroom door, noting Dad sitting up on their bed from the corner of my eye.

I looked down at Mom, placing a finger under her chin to lift her face up to mine. "I want you to stay home with me for a while longer," I said. Her eyes strayed back to face my chest, her face falling with them.

"But Davy, I need to get out."

"Call me Ron." My voice was loud and firm.

"Ron," she copied me quietly, her hands sliding up to hold the outside of my arm, her thumbs tracing the top of my biceps as her fingers brushed the corded muscle on the sides. "I just need to go out for awhile."

Ignoring her statement, I went on, "I want to show you something," I said quietly now, "about how lovely you are, about why other men want you so much."

She said nothing. She just continued to caress my arms. I reached around her arms to start unbuttoning her delicate white blouse. "You know men want you, don't you?" I asked as the swells of her breasts came into view, the rest covered by her bra. She nodded. "Do you know why?" I asked, as I undid the last button and pulled her blouse apart. She shook her head. I found the zipper of her skirt and dragged it down, then pushed her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Quickly, I moved up to remove her bra and tossed them through the open door toward my father.

"I'm going to show you."

Putting my arms around her, I whispered, "You want me to show you, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Say yes if you really mean it."

"Yes," very quietly.

We walked, arms around each other, to my room. Inside, I told her to take off her pantyhose and sit on my bed. Picking up on the spirit of things, Mom walked slowly, exaggerating her hips movments, to the bed, pushed her pantyhose over her hips and ass to her thighs while gyrating her buttocks in a slow roll before turning to face me as she sat on the end of the bed.

"Show me your legs."

Mom pushed the panty hose down her thighs and over her knees. Then she peeled the hose down each leg, raising each foot in the air until the hose fell off her feet. When she finished, she crossed her legs and folded her hands on her thighs. Waiting.

"Sit back on the pillows."

Mom used her hands to backpedal to the pillows propped up against the headboard, naked except for her panties. Leaning back, she smiled and enigmatic smile, her knees bent and parted about a foot. Her toes curled up in anticipation of the next instruction.

I let my towel drop to the floor. My cock lurched as I walked slowly toward her, leaving the door wide open.

"It's your legs, Susan," I revealed as I settled in between her feet.

She was only momentarily disconcerted by my use of her first name. "My legs?"

"Yes, your legs. I know you know you have nice legs, but you don't know the best part, because you can't see it," I explained. "Lots of women have nice legs but very few, almost none, have absolutely no dimples on the backs of their thighs, especially at your age. You have the legs of a 24 year old woman."

My flattery was obviously well taken. "Look," I said, grasping her left foot and lifting her leg, bending the knee to force her thigh back to her chest. "Hold your knee back, and look," I instructed.

Mom grabbed her knee, pulling her leg back even further and straining her eyes to look at the back of her thigh. I let my eyes wander down to her pussy, superbly outlined by her panties stretched across it so tightly. I picked up her other foot and pushed that leg back too.

"They're both perfect. Hold them both back." As she pulled that leg back too, I slipped my knee under her ass as it lifted from the bed. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, letting them come to rest on her pussy. "Feel them," I said, "feel for yourself."

As Mom brushed her fingers back and forth on her legs, I grasped the waist of her panties and pulled them up over her ass. "Let's get rid of these," I said, pulling them up her thighs and calves, over her feet, and off. Her legs were now together, straight, held back against her tits, with her toes pointing to the wall behind the headboard. Her pussy was very exposed, even though her legs were closed. "So beautiful," I whispered, pulling her feet over to rest on my left shoulder, leaning forward to press her legs even tighter against her tits.

Her eyes were closed. "Now you know why I need you to keep your legs way back like this." She nodded.

I grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance, pushing in slowly as I held her legs. Relentlessly, I shoved until I was completely in her. Placing a foot on each shoulder, I leaned forward, pushing her knees right into her shoulder, then off beside her on the bed. She was breathing very heavily, perhaps because it was difficult for her to breathe in this position, or maybe partly because my cock was very deep in her.

I pushed even further, raising my knees from the bed, using my toes to keep myself braced and letting my full weight push my cock in. And then I started, a whole body fuck, driving my cock deep into her cunt on every powerful thrust. I pounded into her like this until the exertion was too much for me. Her breathing was so harsh, I'm sure it could be heard across the hall. I pulled her knees together above her tits, straddled her hips with my knees, and began fucking her in earnest once more. I really lunged into her, pushing her back toward the headboard. When it was in reach, I slipped my hands under her knees and grasped the headboard, fucking her like that for a few minutes.

Pulling her down the bed by her feet, I twisted her legs until she rolled over. Walking up over her on my knees, I put my hands on her cheeks and spread them wide. Leaning over, I let my spit drool down onto her hole and then rubbed my cock on it.

"No, no, not there," she cried.

"Ok, just in front of Dad then," I panted.

She didn't answer. I slid my cock back to plunge it into her pussy as she raised her ass up to me. The promise of having her ass again cranked me up. I rammed into her until I came. I don't know why that excited me so much. I hoped it wasn't because she didn't want me to.

As much as I was hoping to have her ass that night, we didn't have sex for several days. I was worn out. But I did read some more letters. That was becoming something of an addiction. What would happen when I ran out?
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