Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

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, thinkg 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."

Tentatively, I rubbed myself against her, pushing her ass down into the mattress.

"Yes, like that," she cried, turning her face down, muffling her voice in the mattress. I thrust harder against her ass and began rubbing myself up and down between her cheeks. Her hands snaked underneath herself. I couldn't see but I'm sure she was rubbing her pussy. I started dry humping her as if I was actually fucking her from behind. I lost control, I went wild. Minutes later, I burst, soaking my shorts with my sticky liquid at the same time Mom stiffened and criet out into the bed.

A few minutes later she got up and left, leaving her black panties on my bed. I put them under my pillow before going to the bathroom. As I walked down the hall I could hear my parents arguing.

"I don't care if you want to go fishing," my mother was saying, "I need Lorne to help me with the camera tomorrow, so you'll just have to go by yourself. I need more time to learn."

"Ok, dear, ok," my father's voice filtered up the stairs. "I'll go by myself."

My cock was hard and in my hand by the time I entered the bathroom. The next day I looked disappointed as my father explained that I had to stay home with my mother, that it was for the best in the long run. If I took my time with her, he promised, he'd make it up to me.

I wore a huge smile as I walked, no, stalked up the stairs as Dad's car pulled way. I didn't wait any five minutes like Mom had. My pajamas were stretched to the breaking point as I walked down the hall toward Mother's room.

She was laying on her stomach when I came in, supposedly sleeping, though I knew she wasn't. I clicked a few pictures but she didn't stir. I peeled the covers down her back, baring her shoulders, pausing to take a few more pictures. Slinging the camera, I pulled the covers down to her knees, pausing again to take pictures. I waited after clicking, knowing she was expecting me to pull the covers down further but instead I lifted her nightie up over her buttocks, baring her behind. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was rewarded by the sharp intake of her breath. Clearly, my mother liked ass attention. How had neither of my parents discovered this in all their years of marriage?

With a sudden jerk, I yanked the covers all the way off, dumping them past Mom's feet to the floor at the end of the bed. Surprised, her breath sucked in hard. I paused again for effect. I was really enjoying this. I couldn't imagine any girl my age playing along like this. I loved the taper of her legs, her feet turned in. Gently, I took her feet in my hand, running my thumbs softly up and down the insteps of her feet, then pulled them slowly apart. I reached in to pry her knees open and then further to spread her thighs.

Click, click, click. I raised one foot. Click, click. Raised the other. Click, click. Pushed one down and bent the other over to lay on it. Click, click. Opened her legs wide again. Click, click. Then nothing.

The seconds dragged by. Then, slowly, starting with only a tensing of muscles along her legs, her ass lifted. Just a tiny bit. Click, click. Up a little more. Click, click, click. Higher. Click, click, click, click.

I leaned on the bed, between her legs, sighting the camera directly at her pussy, now clearly visible, from below. Click, click, click. Then nothing again.

Mom didn't move.

"Higher," I whispered, barely audible.

Her knees shifted up as pushed her ass farther from the bed. Click, click, click.

"Wider."

Her knees shifted out, lowering her ass. Her pussy lips parted. Click, click, click. I knew this camera would capture the shine as her nether lips glistened in the morning light. Click, click, click. Stop.

Again, no movement.

"Touch it."

No reaction.

"I need a picture with your hand there, for the finale. Please Mom."

Nothing. Then, two slender, feminine fingers appeared through the wedge of her legs and red polish covered her pinkish slit. Click.

Her fingers stayed. I crawled off the bed but Mom stayed as still as I dropped my pajamas as quietly as I could.

Click.

Did I see her fingers move?

"Just one more, Mom. A closeup."

I crawled up on the bed again and moved in behind her. Yes. There. Her fingers moved. She rubbed herself. Holding my cock, I lined myself up, moving as close as I could, hoping she wouldn't suddenly move her fingers back and discover my impending attack.

SHOVE!

I was in! PUSH! Get in her, my mind screamed, get in before she throws you off. Get in her! All the way!

"OHHHHHHHHH."

Was that me or her.

Grind! Shove, shove, shove.

"Unnngh, ugh, ugh."

It was her! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She was loose, she was wet, I was moving easily. I was fucking her ... faster, faster, hard.

I looked down. She wasn't fighting me. Her head was still down on the pillow, her face turned to the side. She was moaning, continually, gettin louder each time I shoved in. GOD, she was fantastic! I slammed harder against her thighs. She moaned louder. Harder, harder, harder. Her face was rocking against the pillow, her breath exploding out of her mouth. I grabbed her waist and started pulling her back with each thrust. I was going to come already! I couldn't stop it. I could feel it. OUT, it was squirting out. I jammed forward and pushed my cock in as far as I could, followed by little lunges with every squirt, my toes digging into the mattress to help me shove into her.

I was empty. I held her, gasping. Her breath was rasping out, her legs slowly giving way under my weight, her feet stretching out. I fell with her until we were flat on the bed, my cock still in her. My hands slid up her waist to cup her tits, squeezing them, finding each nipple and pinching them between by fingers.

We lay like that, regaining our breath until we were breathing normally. Not a word was spoken. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. I began rolling her nipples. They hadn't softened but I could still feel them stiffen as I pinched and tugged on them too. I renewed tiny little fuck motions against her ass.

"Lorny,"

She was going to make me stop. I made my fuck motions a little bigger.

"Lorny."

A stroke. Just a little one, then another, and another.

"Ohhh, Lorny," she sighed, "that's so nice."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The mattress was moving beneath us now as I put more weight into my thrusts.

"Do you ... really ... like it ... like this ... this way?"

"I love ... it ... Mom."

"Unngghhh," she burst out as I threw in a hard one to emphasize my point.

"Unngghh, unnnghhh, unnnggghhh," she moaned as I began rocking into, starting to really get into it again as my cock became fully hard again.

I reached forward and gently pulled her head up. I kept fucking into her as I whispered directly into her ear.

"You love ... it ... too ... don't ... you ... from behind?"

We were really getting intense now. She was shoving herself back at me, fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

"Yesssss ... I ... love it!"

I stopped talking then and just got into our fuck. It was better and longer than the first. Very intense. I thought it would have been uncomfortable for Mom, holding her head up like that, but she seemed to like it. I guess she'd had her fill of comfortable, ordinary sex.

We rested after that. There was no recrimination for my surprise attack, nor did she express any guilt that we had gone all the way. We just cuddled, and chatted, and had a few laughs. Then I started to fondle her again, slowly working up to more overtly sexual touching until I was once again in her, from behind of course. She kept turned away from me. I put her on her side, spread her legs and did her that way for a while, then got her up on her knees and held her feet up as I worked myself in her and then, finally, I got above her, on my feet and drove down into her. She seemed to love the lewdness of this, becoming quite vocal from the first shove at this angle. After that, we were hungry and went downstairs. Me first, and then Mom after her shower.

Mom came downstairs completely nude. I have to say that even after the morning's romp, I was shocked. Her hair was covered in a towel in that way that women do after washing their hair, but she was otherwise naked as a jaybird. She smiled at me, laying plates out on the table, and went straight to the counter to finish making the sandwiches I had started. I turned to watch her, amazed at her nonchalance, her confidant beauty. She did have a picture perfect ass for a woman her age.

My cock hardened with that thought. God, could I do it again? I stiffened more as I focused on her cheeks. Why did she love it so much from behind? Was it just new, or did she really like having her ass touched? I remembered how excited she'd become every time I looked at or touched her ass. Maybe that was it. Maybe her ass was really sensual for her.

I got up, downed my pajama bottoms, and walked up to stand behind her, as quietly as I could, but she knew I was there.

"You look beautiful," I said, "especially like this." I put my hands around her and kissed her on the side of her neck. She just smiled.

I let my cock poke against her ass.

"After lunch, Lorny."

"Ok," I conceded, "I'll just play a little."

"Alright, but don't get too carried away."

I reached around and scooped up some butter in my fingers.

"What are you up to? she asked. How strange that only yesterday she would have chewed me out for wasting food.

My hand disappeared from sight behind her. I stepped back and rubbed the butter all over her right cheek.

"Lorny!" she gasped. "Stop that. I've just had a shower."

"Well," I laughed, "you'll just have to have another with me, after we get all greased up."

"Are you trying to get us all slippery? Is it better that way?"

"Yeah Mom. That's it. I'm going to make us slippery." I think my Mom was quite naïve, even for her pre-internet age. I scooped some more butter and spread it over her other cheek, then returned for another big handful which I started to spread between her cheeks.

"I have some baby oil we could have used instead of this if you'd just waited until we got back upstairs," she complained. She wasn't happy about the mess but I could tell she was getting excited again by the way her butt was moving against my hand as I began caressing her cheeks more than just rubbing stuff on them. I also began dipping my fingers deeper between her cheeks and down to her pussy, rubbing the butter in well.

When I reached for my last scoop of soft butter, I noticed she had stopped making the sandwiches. She was just standing there letting me feel and rub her, swaying back against my hands and fingers. I knew right then she was going to let me fuck her here in the kitchen. I leaned against her back with my left arm, pushing her over the counter a little and pushed her legs apart with my foot. She definitely knew I was preparing her for a fuck, but she let me open her anyway.

"Lorny, no. Wait until after lunch."

"But my cock is hard now, Mom."

"But Lorny, I'm hungry."

"So am I Mom." I cupped my fingers over her pussy and ran it right up her ass crack, dipping my fingers in to drag them across her rear hole. I repeated this a couple more times and then let the tip of my longest finger nudge into her little hole.

"Ohhhh. What are you doing?"

"You mean here?" I asked, circling my slippery fingertip around her bud.

"Yes. ohhhhhh. What are you doing?"

I circled and circled, moving my left hand around to her mouth, I began circling her lips the same way.

"I was just thinking of doing this, Mom." I pushed my finger into her mouth, then pulled it back out.

"No, Lorny. I don't think I'd like that?"

I circled her mouth again. I hadn't stopped circling her rosebud.

"Doesn't this feel good, Mom?"

"It's ... different," she gasped.

I plunged my finger into her mouth and at the same time, poked the tip of my finger into her anus.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped around my finger.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth but left the other one in her ass. I circled her lips, pushing them into an open 'O' while I wiggled my finger in her butt, then slowly began moving it in and out. I took my time working from the first to the second knuckle, matching movements with the finger in her mouth. In and out, and in and out. She let out a guttural exhalation - that's the best I can describe the sound, not quite a moan - when I pushed a second finger in, mouth and ass. I'm sure her reaction was to ass invasion. Eyes closed and head down, she moaned loudly as I pushed the two fingers all the say in, holding them there, barely moving, while I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and gently stroked up and down her throat.

"Lorny, what are you doing to me?" She had difficulty getting that out, her breathing was so ragged.

"I'm loving your ass, Mom. I thought you'd like it."
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