MOM & 30+ YEARS

My mom split early on. Can't blame her, dad was a drunk and her life as miserable. She called one day and sort said, "Hey, want to come live with me" and away I went. From south to north via Greyhound!

I had extensive sexual knowledge from a mixture of books, watching real life fuck-fests (dad and various women) and one personal contact with the fairer, and much older, sex. But, that's another story entirely.

Soon after my arrival in New York, mom caught me twice with girls in her bed. Again, this is an entirely different story.

Multiple encounters with one of these girls ended in pregnancy and marriage, which lasted about nine months...... for both, causing both of us to leave school. The baby was born healthy but the marriage was disastrous and ended badly about six months after the baby was born.

Losing our apartment after the divorce, I did not return home but moved in with my half-brother, who had married a girl from Scotland. Living with Wayne, his wife Alice, and family was like heaven, as there was an endless line of Scottish girls straight from the old country looking for that elusive husband and US citizenship. I was in pussy heaven, but my mother was sick with worry that I might impregnate some Scottish lass and end up (in trouble) married again. I wish I could tell you I fucked every one of them. I got lucky with one of them, but she found out that Trojan was my new friend and lost interest quickly. They all thought I was cute and gave me a lot of attention.

Whenever I would visit my mother or we would go out to dinner, we argued continuously about me coming home and going back to school.

At the end of this line of lovely ladies from the old country was my sister-in-law's sister, and my mother was certain I was bedding this lass five years my senior. In reality, it was Wayne who was bedding her much to the damnation of his wife. One night at dinner:

"What would you do if I was fucking Press?" She bravely asked.

"Go for it." He answered unconcerned.

A few days later, after Wayne and her sister had retired to bed, I sat with Alice on the couch. Cussing them verbally, led to crying on my shoulder, to us kissing and to me fucking her there on the couch. You can't write this stuff. Much to my amazement!

"I fucked Press last night." She informed Wayne and her sister at breakfast the next morning.

Wayne, again to my amazement, really didn't care. "Hey, go for it. He said. Things deteriorated, so to speak, to the point where the four of us would be fucking in the same bed and the girls trying to out do each other. My mother would keep it from me for years, but I would eventually find out that Wayne left his wife or her sister, leaving her with five kids. Apparently my secret, me fucking Wayne's wife, remained a secret.

Then came the evening that mom invited me to dinner. Halfway through dinner the conversation landed on one of the dreaded subject: that of me coming home and going back to school. As usual, an argument ensued transitioning to the living room with coffee, coke and dessert. She gave her very sensible reasons and I my lame excuses. It seemed to go on forever and ever with neither one of us giving ground.

"Look, I'm tired of arguing." I finally said. "Thank you for dinner. I've got to work tomorrow so I need my sleep." I thought but did not add, as I stood. "I need my pussy too."

I saw her eyes begin to turn red as she held back the tears. Mom never cried no matter what.

I guess I should add at this point that mom had lost her boyfriend a month earlier. He fell off a high walkway, living for two days. She didn't cry any then either. Mom, for all intents and purposes, was a man hater. I knew my father and I heard stories of her early childhood. She had reason. She needed one around, I suppose, to help pay the bills, but I knew she only "put out" only as a last resort so to speak. She argued a lot with her boyfriend too!

"Wait! Just wait a minute. I have something to say. Just give me a minute. Damn it!" She stammered.

I turned to face her sitting in the lounge chair, her arms folded and her mouth tight, looking down.

"I really have to go." I said.

"Look, I'll make you a deal. You come home and go back to school and I'll see that you do not go without sex." She blurted.

I stood there frozen and silent not really knowing exactly what she was suggesting. I knew she had a number of close girlfriends. Was she going to pimp for me? What? She would tell me later, she took my long silence as rejection.

And said. "My ass is just as good as any you've ever had your cock in. I'm going to bed. You can join me on make sure the door is locked when you leave."

I felt a mixture of unbelief, shock and, I'm embarrassed to say, a bit of humor. She wasn't suggesting? But, I remained like a statue as she got up and entered her bedroom. Only my head turned. A bedroom separated from the living room only by a waist high bookcase that divided the double doorway. Her headboard butted up against this bookcase. Wide open as it was, I stood watching her undress. She undressed totally, letting her clothes drop at her feet. Later, I would learn later that she intentionally bent over to retrieve them on a moment's decision, giving me a cock teasing look at her lavishly bushed treasure.

You must understand, that we were separated for six long years or more, and then, only together for slightly more than two years. Also, to this day, I wonder why she had rounded up my older half brother before me. She had never gotten along with Wayne. She was really infuriated when Wayne had gotten Alice pregnant.

But anyway, finally, a cloud cleared and I knew exactly what she was proposing. Without a look in my direction, she pulled the bed sheets back and entered the bed, moving against and facing the wall, which was not her normal sleeping spot. She'd left room for me.

I looked at the two huge windows that were 21 steps from the main street of the town we lived in. Windows I had used for girl watching on so many occasions. The shades were up about 2 feet:

"Oh hell!" I thought. "What if old man Sherman is peeking into people's windows again!" I gingerly walked to the Windows and pulled the shades down.

Mom, hearing the shades being drawn, "Damn, you'd think I would have done that before getting bear-ass naked."

"Everything's cool. His lights are still on." I replied, knowing that she would understand that he only window peeked when his lights were off.

I began to unbutton my shirt and continued until I stood naked. I glanced briefly at my rock hard cock, noting as always, it bent slightly up. I studied the shape that was my mother underneath the light sheet she had pulled up over her. I walked to the bed lifted the sheet. I stood a long moment enjoying her naked form. Her ass mostly.

Living in a small apartment, made privacy a hard thing. While never having seen mom totally naked before, it was not unusual to see her only in a bra or asking me to shut my eyes as she rushed through the living room in a towel to her bedroom, allowing me a quick peek. Mom was a walker. Hell, we walked everywhere....... . Her 5'6" frame was in good shape for her 39 years and she attracted the attention of men if the streets are not too busy. She had a great walk and I was not beyond noticing that fact. If pushed, I would compare her to Dr. Joyce Brothers, who I had a crush on back then. Mom's hair, though, was curly and sort of strawberry blonde rather than blonde like the doctor.

I entering the bed and moved in close to spoon behind her. My erection pinned between us. Being an ass man, I (yes hesitantly) began there with my left hand. I explored her posterior lovingly but boldly. My middle finger explored the crack of her ass, taunting but not touching her pussy as I moved down to her thighs. Moving back to your ass for a few minutes, I continued to her back and massaged it lovingly. (As I write is, it appears to me you may be laughing? I had motives. two-fold. I was nervous as hell, first. Secondly, I had no intentions of getting all lustful and carried away.)

"OOuuuuu." She whispered. "That feels good. I take it we have a deal?"

"I'll tell Wayne tomorrow I'm moving back home." I replied, this causing the more anxiety than lying here playing with my mother's ass.

Mom reached behind her and took hold of my rock hard cock. I moved back a little bit to give her room and her fingers tiptoed over my erection from the tip to my balls. I in turn began to kiss her back and neck as my hand moved to explore her once forbidden treasure. She maneuvered to allow me access.

I was immediately struck, pleasantly I might add, by the amount of hair I encountered as I explored her treasure. I was rewarded by her soft moans and a tightening of her ass as my middle finger found many points of pleasure.

"It's been so long, Press." She moaned.

Each little shudder of her ass, caused her to tug at my cock. Each little tug at my cock, caused the barrier against lust to falter a little. The barrier faltered when I shoved my middle finger into her pussy rather than easing it into her. It faltered more when her response was to lift her ass and push against my finger as she moaned appreciatively. My response to all of this was to begin a slow finger-fuck that quickly became a frantic, two fingered "how deep can I push them" and "is she going to yank it off", dive into a lustful blaze. I began to try to climb atop her as she maneuvered to allow it, chest down. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from her and she released the hold on my cock. Her legs spread as she lifted her ass to accommodate my effort to stick my cock in her. This is not the way I had it planned. I wanted a meaningful, passionate, loving missionary style fuck. Something that would please a man hating woman like my mother. No matter that this was my preferred position if I had a vote.

"AAHHHHH! Damn!" She yelled, as I pushed into her.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to be so rough." I apologized, without any real thought or feeling.

"No. You're fine, baby. It's the hair. You pulled hair is all."

I felt no further comment was needed and I proceeded to please the woman underneath me. I was intoxicated by her reaction to the finger fucking.... the two finger fucking. I did not know whether she was appeasing me as to our deal, but it did not seem so. And now, it seemed that she was enjoying the fucking she was receiving. My cock had never felt harder and every plunge seemed to elicit a satisfying moan. Her ass flexed upward in rhythm to obtain the deepest penetration. Much to my annoyance, and my personal willingness to ignore it, the ringing phone caused mom to cease her pushing.

"Shit! Let me up!" She barked, briskly maneuvering out from under me. "It's probably Mrs. Agiston. I was so close. She was supposed to call earlier about work tomorrow. I have to talk to her."

"REALLY! What the hell!" My mind shouted, but not necessarily in that order.

"Hello Alice." My mother said, trying hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "Yes, of course he is here. We're having dinner. (Pause) tell Wayne he'll be home when he gets there. (Pause) I'll tell him. Goodnight Alice."

I could not see her as she said, "I got to pee", leaving me there thinking how sensual it was knowing my mother had just left bed fucking me and had stood naked talking to Alice on the phone. Listening intently, I could hear her peeing in the bathroom, which was promoting my erection to stay hard.

You may find it interesting that the shades did not hinder the light from the city streets from illuminating the two front rooms of our apartment. Facing the street, my bedroom on the left and the moms on the right. My bedroom had one very large window. The illumination made our incestuous fornication difficult to ignore as we both knew exactly whom we were fucking, but it made the viewing very nice as my mother returned to the bedroom and walked to the windows to peek out. Especially when she turned to come back to the bed. I had never seen so much hair between a woman's legs. And her thighs did not touch.

"You think we should let old man Sherman spy on us screwing?"

"He'd Only blackmail you into screwing him." I replied, using her word rather than mine......fuck.. "and I'd be jealous."

Mom entered the bed and rolled to her back. Holding her arms in a beckoning posture she said "where were we?". I maneuvered between her ever-widening legs as she reached to grip my cock and guide it back into her. Her legs locked around my waist. "I'm going to screw you all night." She whispered, as I began a slow penetrating rhythm. Her ass immediately matched my thrust and Her heels tapped lightly on my buttocks. "So, you like screwing your mom?" She whispered seductively. I felt the need to assert myself and lied a bit. Yes, to date, your pussy is the best I've had." You could hear a bit of surprise in her voice as she continued, "Well! I suppose I'd best get used to being jealous." A minute later. "I suppose you'll want to screw me every night?" I was not to know the future. That our incestuous relationship would continue for many years. But I knew I had two years of high school left. Maybe mother dearest accepted that part of the deal was fucking me anytime I wanted. So I replied, "I'm going to screw (I really need to get this woman to use the word fuck, I thought) you every night, during the day, twice on weekends and in every room in every place in this house."

"Push it deeper Press!" She softly commanded.

I began in earnest to fuck her. Not a fast rhythm, but a determined deep, penetrating thrust, pulling my shaft almost clear before the next thrust. This caused her to moan and fuck me with intent to stab herself to death. In short minutes, I knew she was climbing the ladder. Every thrust pushed her closer to the top.

"Fuck me, Sis!" I commanded, using her family nickname. "Fuck your boy good."

"I'll fuck you good, Press." She lustfully muttered, as I thought how easy her vocabulary had switched.

It was everything I could do to keep from exploding. I wanted to fill her belly with my warm milky cum. But, I was taught well. That older lady years ago; That the lady comes (cums) first; And especially at such a monumental time as this I wasn't about to break that Cardinal rule.

It was about this time that it occurred to me that I had my cock balls deep in my mom. And we were fucking unprotected..... as far as I knew. Yes, I had thought about this earlier but figured it would come up later. It was about this time:

"PRESS! I'm cuming!" Mom shrieked??: Anyway, she was quite loud. She froze momentarily before her ass broke into a fucking frenzy of activity.

It was by no means a long-lasting frenzy of activity, but to her credit, and my joy, she was desirous of my cum inside her belly. Really! She was telling me in no uncertain terms. I left it up to her as to the sanity of ejaculating into her. I grabbed her ass with both hands, much to her pleasure I might add, and lost myself in the task demanded of me. My mind reeled; her still firm breast with short fat nipples (damn, which I had not sucked on yet. How could I have missed them?), her sweet smell, her thighs that did not touch near her crotch, her not so long legs that were wrapped around me and her tight pussy covered with so much hair. My mind screamed; "The hair! All that HAIR! Covering her pussy! Covering her fuck hole! Hiding it from me! But I found it! I found it!"

"AAAGGGGGGGGG!" I growled, and I had never growled before. Or been that loud.

As I exploded into her, I gave two of three hard thrust and then pushed deep, pulsing my ass without any stroking of my cock. I wanted my cum to flow deep into her belly.

"Ohhhhh! Yes Press!" She moaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The deed accomplished. But, my 17-year-old cock was still hard. I did not withdraw from mom but only slowed, releasing her ass and sliding my hands under her shoulders, supporting myself on my elbows.

"I'm going to fuck your ass off." I whispered in her ear.

"I believe you." She breathed out, her 39 years showing.

I began to re-reel her attributes through my mind again. I wish I could tell you what mom was thinking as I continued to fuck her. All I can say is, within minutes her breathing increased and her ass was matching my thrust. Realizing she was again aroused, I maneuvered to my knees while pushing her knees towards her chest and putting my knees against her buttocks. Control who the back of her legs to help support them. I did not have to ask. As I long stroked into her, my right hand sought her mound, the thumb dropping into the forest of hair covering her pussy. When my thumb touched my shaft, I gently pulled up through her soppy pussy lips until I received the response I was seeking; a jolt of her ass and an accompanying expression of approval. My thumb had her clit and I proceeded to torment the little jewel.

"AAAggggoooo!" She lamented, as I pushed deep into her. With every third stroke I pushed deep, happily receiving a facsimile of "AAAgggoooo!". With an occasional, "your sweet mother-fucker!" Or such. She lifted her head numerous times to see our coupling.

I have always wished that a woman could contain herself for a lengthy time while receiving direct stimulation to her clit. Haven't found one yet and I am closing on 61. Mom was really trying too. Within a few short minutes, the orgasm swept over her. I could sense that she was getting very close and I said to her, "look at me" then "hold it, Sis. Hold it." Her expression went fromdetermination to I surrender. As she came, we were looking into each other's eyes and at the time it was extremely intoxicating. Intoxicating enough, that I placed my hands back on her thighs and pumped into her with a slow deliberate rhythm until I shot my load into her. This, happily, for both of us, I think, took a bit longer. All the while, looking into each other's eyes.I awoke as mom left the bed to answer the ringing phone.

"Yes, I can be ready. I'll be waiting downstairs."

She came back and stood beside the bed.

"You're awake I see. You want to come and wash my back or do you want some morning pussy before I go to work. Mrs. Agiston is sending a car for me .I can give you about 15 minutes."

I patted the bed without speaking and she entered the bed rolling with her back to me. As she lifted her right leg, I scooted close behind her and with little ado attempted to enter her with an ever-hardening erection.

"Right there. Push. Right there! There!" She guided.

I knew she had not washed from our night of incestuous fornication, nor did I care as I began to pump vigorously into her. She lay there silently matching my rhythm. Her silence did not bother me. She was sticking to her promise and providing me with the pussy I wanted. I studied her ass for a number of minutes as I thought about the cum I had deposited into her belly last night and was surely lubricating her pussy now. My lustful rhythm increased and my eyes closed as I concentrated on the task at hand. It took no more than seven or eight minutes to ejaculate into her treasure ensuring that her panties would give her something to remember during the day.

"Thank you, Sugar." She said, reaching to squeeze my thigh. "I still like you to come wash my back."

"I should be thanking you." I said, as I joined her in the shower.

"Not at all, Press. A woman does it always have to cum to enjoy a quick fuck." She replied.

In the shower, as we took turns washing each other, mom took the opportunity to lay some ground rules.

"I hope I don't have to tell you that we're doing could cause a lot of trouble?"

"No mom, I am well aware that what we do is a secret between me and you." I assured her.

"We've never been the hugging kissing type." She continued. "But we must never show affection outside of this apartment. Even, if we're a long way from home. I do not expect you to be a saint. You have your own life. I do expect you to study hard and keep up the grades like you used to." Her tone softened a bit. "I enjoyed last night very much. It's not going to be hard to keep up my end of the bargain. If I did not have to go to work today I would be quite happy to fuck you till noon. I'm looking forward to tonight. This morning assured me you had no second thoughts about fucking your mom. So I have no doubt that you'll be ready to night?"

I smiled and pointed down to where my cock was standing nearly erect. "You hurry home." I was now moving aside so she could exit the shower. "Could I ask you something? You've got my cum inside you. Are you using something? Can you get pregnant?"

"Oh! Heavens no, Press. If I could get pregnant, you can bet your ass this wouldn't be happening. One of the reasons why I got Wayne to move up here is that I had to go in the hospital for a couple weeks to take care of some female problems. That took care of any pregnancy." A few moments passed while she was drying off. "And just in case. If you see some ass that you just have to have, I highly recommend you use a rubber. If you give me something, I might beat you to death." The last part was spoken with a bit of humor in her voice. "Personally, I don't think you'll have the energy."

I informed mom and I had to help Wayne cleanup the job site and talk to him about quitting and going back home. I could be a little late, but not pass six o'clock. We left the apartment together.

"You have got to be shitting me?" Wayne spit out when I gave him the news. "You know my life is going to be miserable without you there to keep Alice sexually pacified. How can you do this to me?"

All in all he took it quite well. I reminded him that mom had insisted that he get his GED when he had come to live with her in New York. I reminded him how strong-minded mom could be and I lied like a dog; telling him how sorry I felt having to leave him on the job. What I really felt bad about was missing Alice's sweet "get even with him" pussy. I had even had hopes of fucking Alice's sister. In retrospect, that would have really pissed Wayne. The day ended about four o'clock with, "you'll come around every now and then right?" He asked, as I was walking away. "Sure." I returned. We only lived a little over 3 miles from each other but we saw very little of each other over the next two years. I received one or two calls from Alice, but managed to deny her my presence. My loss. In mom was pretty much right; my energy would be consumed on her.

Before reaching home, I stopped in at the Village Inn, had a milkshake and spoke to a number of friends. They were happy I was coming back to school. I walked in the door of the apartment very close to six o'clock. By 8:00, we had eaten, washed the dishes, showered separately and were sitting watching TV. I told her of the conversation with Wayne and that he had taken it well. She gave me a brief description of her day. Around 9:00 our conversation ran low.

"Will you go lay on the bed so I can look at your pussy?" I boldly asked, causing her eyes to widen and her face to blush. I think I shocked her as it took a few moments for her to react.

"And I suppose you want the lights on?" She quizzed, as she stood, entered the bedroom area and turned to face me as I followed. "Across the bed?"

"Sure." I returned, as I switched on the double bulb over-head light

"Pull down those damn curtains all the way down." She said, as she is to let you a kneed herself onto the bed and rolled to face me as I returned. "I'll let you pull them off."

She lifted her ass as my fingers slipped under the elastic and I pulled her rather bloom-ish panties down over her Hips, thighs and legs, seductive like. She lifted her knees to plant her feet flat on the bed and boldly spread her legs to offer an unobstructed view of her furry treasure. I ran my hand over the thick bush, letting my thumb slice her pussy lips, causing her to jump and issue a pleasant moan. I reached with both hands, using my thumbs to pull her pussy open, revealing a vagina that hinted more of light red than pink. Her clit was a delightful little protrusion that stood firm at about the size of her nipples, though the top was rounded and more delicate appearing.

"Press, you're embarrassing me!" She giggled childishly.

I circled her clit with my middle finger a number of times and then let it drop to probe gently into her pussy. Mom responded by lifting her ass slightly holding her posterior up as I pushed my middle finger into her, knuckle up. As if reading my mind, she began to pulse her ass against my middle finger. Her head dropped to the bed and we continued in that manner for a few minutes. Overcome with curiosity I took my index finger and added it, twisting the two fingers back and forth as her ass began pulsate with more energy. I could feel my rock hard cock but my intentions were not to fuck her yet. I was transfixed by the pleasure she was evidently enjoying as I listened to her moans. After long minutes of watching her fuck herself on my fingers I reluctantly withdrew, to the disappointment of mom. She lifted her head as I placed my face close to her treasure and allowed my tongue to search the forest for her clit. And very unexpectedly;

"NO! What are you doing!" She quizzed, pushing my head from her and raising her head to look at me in surprise and bewilderment.

"SSShhhhh." I soothed, moving away slightly and looking up at her. "You took a bath y'all clean and shiny. Lay back and close your eyes. Go ahead. Lay back. Now, close your eyes and relax."

I proceeded to pleasure mom orally, surprised that this, apparently, was something mom had never experienced and I was quite pleased that I was bringing something to the table that would be ours alone. A man says to another man who is married to his ex-wife, "so tell me how is that used pussy?" The man, married to his ex-wife replies, "not too bad once you get past the used part". Being the first to give mom oral stimulation was special. I took my time, being aggressive sometimes, letting her ass come to my tongue other times. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I was giving direct stimulus to her clit but I did well keeping her orgasm in check. Her moans were like a stricken animal echoing throughout the apartment. My mistake was inserting my finger into heragain. The orgasm hit her and her knees clenched around my head like a vice as her ass came off the bed. Like a wild mare, I thought, she would have to be broken from that. As her orgasm subsided and her knees relaxed, I climbed atop her and she sought my cock, desperately wanting it inside of her. I began to fuck her in earnest. I grabbed her ass with both hands. I put my face against her neck, breathing hard. She reached to grab my ass to pull me into her as her ass lifted to achieve total penetration. As early that morning, five or seven minutes was all it took for me to fill mom's belly once more. But the evening was early yet.

Pulling out of her, I slid off the mom's left positioning myself on my side facing her. I nibbled suckled at her tit as my hand roamed over her belly.

"I suppose, one of those Scottish bitches taught you to do that?" She asked, not looking at me, but the ceiling.

"What? To eat pussy?" I quiz, but continue without waiting for an answer. "Actually, it was when I was still with dad in North Carolina. A deaf and dumb girl named Mavis who is about 6 years older me. Marie (my common-in-law step-mom), asked me if I'd like to make some extra money doing yard work and other things for Mavis. I think about the third time I worked for her. I guess she was shy or thought I was shy. In her living room, she just reached out and grabbed me. Scared the devil out of me at the time but I got over it real quick. She taught me how to satisfy her eating her pussy. She never let me put it in her but she satisfied me in other ways.

"How so?" Mom asked eagerly.

"Well, she sucked me. Jerked me off , watching the eruption. And what I liked a lot was putting my cock between her ass cheeks and humping her until I came."

"Do you expect me to suck you?" She asked.

"I don't expect you to. If you never have you might want to try. You might enjoy it. But I do enjoy eating pussy and I hope you enjoyed it and want more?" I'd queried.

"I did. And most certainly would like you to eat my pussy again. Eat my pussy. Eat my pussy! I think I like saying that too." She said emphatically. "And I'll give some thought to the other."

"But don't expect any more right this second. Once I've shot off in you that's it until it's clean again." I said jokingly, but meant it.

"So help me understand. I am, maybe, going to suck your cock and you're going to, I suppose, cum in my mouth and I'm supposed to like it? But, you will not eat my pussy right now because your cum is draining from it? I got that right?" She asked, exaggeration in her tone.

"That's not what I said at all." I replied, honestly defending myself. "Mavis, apparently, enjoy the taste of my cum. If you decide to try it, you may or may not like it. A tap on the head as I get close would solve the problem. But, me personally I think cum belongs inside a woman's pussy." As I finished the last statement, I maneuvered atop her. Her legs lifted as she accepted me between her thighs. "All this dirty talk is making me horny."

"I'd hoped it would." She said, as she guided me into her and we began to fuck in a casual rhythm.

I lifted myself above her, pushing her knees toward your chest, and positioning my knees against her buttocks. I studied her body as I pumped into her. Her age, her breast (not overly large by with nice hard nipples), her smooth toned legs and her thick lavish mound of bush that extended down hiding her treasure. Added to that, the fact that I call her mom gave me great sexual satisfaction.

"You know you're embarrassing me again." She said, not altogether jokingly.

I pulled from her and left the bed. I extinguished the overhead light in the bedroom, the TV and the two lamps in the living room. I returned to the bed position myself as before. Again, she guided me into her.

"Oh, that's much better." She said sarcastically, inasmuch the lights of Main Street still let the apartment considerably. "Why do you like to study me so hard?"

"I like to know every nook and cranny of the woman I'm making love to." I replied

"You call what we're doing making love?" She queried. "I'm lying here butt ass naked with my son between my legs with his cock stuck in my pussy. We're committing a terrible sin. But I'll do.......oh myyyy."

I had broken, I hoped, her train of thought as I placed my thumb to her clit.

"Whenever it takes to get you through school so you can make something of yourself." A short moment passed. "And I'll go to hell for liking it. Damn, your cock is hard!"

"You sure have a way with words, mom."

I continued to study mom as she, in her own words, laid naked before me, my cock pumping leisurely into her as my thumb worked its magic on her clit. As she lay there moaning her eyes closed, I wondered if she might be right about hell. Our coupling would not produce an offspring. And I had a new-found loving affection for mom. And right at this moment, knowing mom would be here available whenever I wanted was comforting. spent the day tidying up the house as I had done since coming to live with mom.

Round about four she called and told me to meet her bus at 6:08 and we would have Chinese for dinner and maybe see a movie. We arrived home about 10:30 and I was invited to shower with her. The shower was uneventful, with us scrubbing each other as we talked about her day.

I'll take a moment to tell you about mom's job.

She had come to New York on a Greyhound bus with the notion of finding any sort of job. Somebody had told her that work was plentiful on Long Island for anyone who wanted to work hard. She found, very fortunately, a woman who ran an agency, hiring women out for housework etc. She worked a number of jobs and then met Mrs. Agiston, who bought her contract out and my mother was working for her when I arrived in New York. Approximately, three years. She had been an in-home domestic until her operation when she decided she needed her own apartment with Wayne coming to live with her. When I eventually left home, she would move to another apartment but would shortly go back to being an in-home housekeeper again. Interestingly, the home she left when she retired contained her apartment, which was bigger than my first house. Not to mention extremely nice.

Hence, mom highly disapproved of me working while I was in school. Though, I worked occasionally at the YMCA and a gas station in a nearby village.

After our shower, we settled on the couch, me in boxer shorts and mom in panties and a housecoat. We promptly ignored the TV as we necked like teenagers. Then she had her own surprise.

"Now, how about you laying across the bed and letting me look at your cock?" She said, smiling. "And if you're lucky, I might even try a taste."

A habit begun, I walked to the window to ensure that the shades were all the way down to the sill. Then laid across the bed and let mom sensuously remove my boxers as I had her panties earlier. She immediately took my semi-\erect cock between the fingers of both hands and lovingly massaged it, bringing it to full erection.

"You know I've never been this close to a cock before." She said, studying my cock much like my intense study of her pussy. "It's quite interesting, really. I knew already that you filled my pussy good, but you really are quite thick. Let me grab a ruler."

She trotted quickly to the kitchen and returned with a wooden yardstick.

"Where should we measure from, you think?" She said, gripping my cock in her left hand, the ruler ready in her right.

"Well, if it is stuck in you with my balls touching your ass. Measure from my balls it might give me an extra half-inch. And you have to take into account that I'm not totally aroused right now so I get a half-inch for that too." I assessed, hoping she'd go along with it.

"Okay stud, let's see what we have here." She teased. "Well, it looks like........ we'll call it a tad shorter than 6 1/2 inches. I half-inch for arousal is a bit much don't you think. How about we settle on a tad over 6 3/4 inches." She finished, looking up at me smile.

"As long as it makes you moan. I'm happy." I replied, smiling down at her.

She placed her mouth over the top of my cock and took in the helmet like tip. Holding it upright with the fingers of her left hand, she bobbed it into her mouth five or six times.

"You like that?" She asked, looking up to see my head nod. "How much of this thing in my mouth is going to make you happy?"

"As much as you can take or makes you happy. The fact that you're trying it at such an elderly age is to be commended." I replied, trying to sound stately.

"Cute! Let's see what I can do here." She said, sliding her mouth over my cock and very slowly taking more, and more of it.

"Oh yeah! Now, tighten your grip and pump my cock while you suck." I directed, laying my head back and feeling the pleasure of her very satisfying first time.

"Aaaaaggggg." She gagged, withdrawing her mouth. "I'm sorry. Let me catch my breath. I took in a little bit more than I can handle. I think we've added that arousal length of a quarter of an inch."

She again began study my cock, putting my balls in her hand and lifting then gently.

"Mom, how many cocks have you had?" I inquired, a bit sheepishly.

"You really want to know that?" She asked.

"I'm curious, I suppose." I replied. "I know better. Just blame it on youthful curiosity."

"I'll do you one better. I'll even tell you how you compare to them." She said, continuing to toy with my cock. "Wayne's father was the first. I was 17. His cock was longer than yours but skinny as hell. After I got over losing my cherry, he did little to let you know you were being fucked. Like your father, he drank heavily and womanized. Your father was thick like you but a bit shorter. He fucked me good when he was sober, but as you know that was not often. Then there was Joe. You remember Joe?"

"In my old age, I often wondered if you were fucking Joe." I replied. "I remember me and dad setting outside of Joe's apartment. Dad was certain you were up there with him. Screwing him. Revenge sex is pretty good, huh?"

"As I remember, yes. But it only got me beat up. And my underwear cut to pieces." She replied sadly.

"I remember that night. I remember you crying. Is that when you decided to leave?" I asked.

"I suppose. You hold it against me?" She returned.

"You had to do what you had to do." I replied. "And how about Stan?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Stan was a good man. He paid a lot of the bills around here. But he was good for about a minute. His cock went soft. He rarely came. But his fingers did good job keeping me happy. You know me. I hate men anyway. We fought a lot. Especially, when you visited his little girl and his ex-wife. I didn't give him a lot of pussy time."

"Come up here on the bed. I've got an idea on how it might make you more comfortable with sucking my peter." I directed.

I maneuvered long-ways in the bed, maneuvering her in reversed position as she joined me in the bed. "Spread your thighs for me." I told her. I reached under and over both legs to grip her ass, placing my face into her crotch. "Now, you do whatever you're led to do." I said, just before I began to eat her pussy. I felt the tip of my cock slide between her lips as she sucked lightly on the tip of my cock. I was in heaven. I had mom's ass in my hands and my face in her pussy. I nibbled, I licked and I stuck my tongue repeatedly into her treasure. And each time my tongue entered her, was the sensation of more, and more of my cock being covered by her mouth, her fingers tight around my shaft. She was the first one to cum, with her moans vibrating through my cock. In her passion, she continued sucking me hard, keeping over half of my length in her mouth as she sucked passionately. I backed my face off of her enough to begin probing her pussy with one, then two fingers. Her suction was fantastic and in moments I commanded. "Move your head. Now mom." Mom spit me out, but not before some of my ejaculate struck her cheek. She rolled to her back and dropped her head to the bed. I gradually slowed my finger fucking and began to lavish kisses over her thighs.

"I should have moved a bit quicker." She quirped. "Or stayed where I was."

I looked over to see her dabbing her finger into the cum on her cheek and touching it to her tongue.

"Can't say it's bad. But I'm glad you shouted. Look at the cum all over the bed and me. I could have choked to death." She observed. "And then I wouldn't have to wash the bed spread.

"You learn pretty quick, I would say."

"I'm going to clean up a bit."

I followed her into the bathroom and watched her adjust the water before entering the tub to squat. First she cleaned her face and then proceeded to wash her pussy as she often did. I began to wash my cock in the sink.

"You know, I remember when I was very young I walked into the bathroom to find you straddle the tub, the green hoses in your hand, and dad washing his cock in the sink. I remember the water running red as it fell. I suppose, you must have had your period." I related to her as she washed.

"It's funny what you remember." She replied. "I remember me and your dad fucking. I was mad and wasn't into it all that much. I was staring out the window and I turned to see you standing there watching us. I had no idea how long you had been there. The bastard was very close to cuming so I let him finish before taking you back your room. I was more upset than ever at him for not noticing you standing there."

"I remember that too." I said, noting that my cock had regained its erection.

"It doesn't take much to get you going again, does it?" She observed, now standing close to me drying herself. "Here, let me dry that off for you."

The drying continued for long minutes with her eventually kneeling on the rug practicing her new-found ability.

"Let go to the bed." I finally said.

Mom kneed herself onto the bed. I caught her hips before she could roll to her back.. "Stay on your knees for me." She positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the bed, positioning two pillows in front of her. "You fucking men are all the same. You're not happy unless you've got a woman in a submissive position. And you best not lose control of yourself and hurt me." I positioned myself behind her as she widened her stance and entered her caringly. "Your pussy is unbelievably tight." I said, as I began to pull nearly out of her each stroke before pushing to greater and greater depth.

"It hasn't had a lot of use until recently, I suppose. You make sure you don't stretch it too much. If I ever get a boyfriend, I don't want him disappointed." She replied.

"You just make sure that he is as nice to you as I am." I responded, as I started to doggy fuck her with a casual rhythm.

Mom was soon responding to my thrusts with thrusts of her own, and moaning as my cock went deep into her pussy. Our rhythm soon reached a heated pace. I maneuvered up, putting my feet flat on the bed, so as to squat behind her, with effort to ensure that my cock did not pull completely from her.

"Hey, what are you doing." She exclaimed. "Get your ass back down."

"Just give me a minute. That's all it's going to take." I reasoned to her.

I began to fuck her in earnest. In short moments, she was moaning loudly and maneuvering forward in an effort to withdraw me from her. "I'm not playing, damn it!" She exclaimed. I would have none of it and moved forward in union with her. Her head finally met the headboard preventing her efforts to uncouple, the pillows, now in front of her knees, retarding her effort to stretch out, dropping her ass. It was a few more minutes than I had promised he, but her effort to escape had excited me to a height I had never felt before and I moaned, "mother-fucker", loudly when I spent my load. I felt like my dick had exploded, pulsating repeatedly and pumping cum with each pulsation. Coming off the high, I plopped out of her and reached to pull at her knees to straighten her out on the bed, placing myself atop her. I reached under her belly sliding my hand down over her mound. Middle finger outstretched, I found her clit and was soon forgiven for my transgression. I thought. After her orgasm, she lay sedately under me, seemingly content.

"Do you feel like a real man now?" She scolded.

I slid off of her in without anything to say, and went to sleep.

Mom and I fucked like newlyweds for many months. Then, the thrill, on mom's part, I felt, slackened just a tad.

I was often out late during the week, playing ball at the YMCA, or, the rare date. Mom was always willing. I would join her in bed, fondling her to consciousness if she was not awake, and she would accept me between her legs. We would screw, leisurely discussing "whatever". Sometimes, running out of conversation, mom would inform me that she was tired and would instruct me to partake of her treasure, which rarely lasted more than 7 to 10 minutes. After my frenzied fucking of her, it was not rare for mom to become aroused. It was these times, after I had spent myself, and she ignored her fatigue, that it would take an hour or more to bring her to orgasm. Or she would begin a sexual banter to hasten the process;

"I wish your dad could see you between my legs with your cock in me." She would begin one of her fantasies. "I'd make him sit at the foot of the bed and watch your big cock pump in and out of me. He'd see my ass lifting off the bed fucking you back. His cock would be hard and he would want to put it in me. But I wouldn't let him."

"Cause your pussy is mine." I would begin to egg her on. "You only want my cock. You only want my cum in your belly."

"Yes! Yes!" She'd cry. "I wish that son-of-a-bitch could see the moment your cum shot into me. Making my pussy yours."Over time, Mom and I did become considerably more huggie, feely. We made "Angel Baby" by Rosie and the Originals our song and danced to it often. For whatever reason, mom did not like to kiss except when in the fiery lust of lovemaking, just before or during orgasm. I never felt that mom was a good kisser so I did not press her. During foreplay, I concentrated on mom's numerous other attributes.

She did welcome my suggestions and choices of buying sexier underwear and even wearing one of my long sleeved white shirts, with only the middle buttons fastened. Such was her dress when lounging around the house. Usually on weekend mornings and afternoons, we spent much of our time reading, watching TV, or cleaning the apartment, often dancing and "playing" as we did so. I would follow her around doing my best to sneak a peak as she bent over or other such foolishness. She loved the attention and would intentionally posture to show her sexual prowess. One such game that thrilled her much was to be in the middle of the bed alone striking poses, and taunting me to masturbate, to rid me of my sexual energy I think, as I watched her. Other times, she would strip off her panties, positioning herself at the edge of the bed and limit my lust to masturbating within inches of her pussy, as she begged me to come on her lavishly bushed mound. When I did so, I would be captivated watching her massage the milky substance into her bush.

One of the most sexually intoxicating things I have ever witnessed is a woman squatting in the tub to scrub her pussy, or even squatting to pee. Often, when mom was bathing, I would listen for the water to be draining from the tub. Knowing that mom would soon be squatting in the tub to perform the task, I would quickly wander in to watch her. She, knowing I was watching, would take longer than necessary to perform the task, smiling. On one such occasion I had an idea;

The first time it took a little talking to convince her to squat at the foot of the bed, with her knees apart, over my face, holding on to the bed post for balance only. Challenging her not to move regardless of the need. I kept to myself, the theory that it would almost totally limit her ability to move. I then proceeded to eat her pussy, bringing her to what appeared like an almost painful orgasm. Her body quaked and she moaned loudly like a stricken animal. Having spent herself, she collapsed forward in exhaustion, whimpering lowly. I then took her there on the floor. It always took a little talking to convince her to do this but she never turned me down.

I received a call one day from mom telling me she had a great surprise and I could meet her at the bus stop for dinner. During dinner;

"Mrs. Agiston is replacing her Chevy Impala and offered it to me at a price that is just too low to ignore. When it comes out of the shop for inspection and a tune-up and other stuff, we will have us a pretty nice car. It's fully loaded. You've seen it." Mom joyfully informed me. "We can take trips upstate and I'd like to go to South Carolina and see Lois and everyone."

As we must have already walked 100 miles or more visiting her friends, up and down large hills, I was as happy as mom. I would be the driver of a fully loaded 1961 Chevy Impala, black in color. Near seven years old, but garage kept.

Two weeks later we were headed to Greenville, South Carolina. I would see Micky and Geraldine, my two female cousins, whom I hadn't seen in over 13 years. Lois, my aunt, their mother, was a very small and funny lady. It was to be a great time.

Two days down, we stayed overnight in a motel. Mom, insisted on getting a two-bed room and it was quite a treat as we had never fucked anywhere except our apartment. Even took a soaking bath together in a huge bathtub.

Micky and I were extremely close when we were young children. We slept in the same bed and had once or twice shown each other our privates. The biggest thing though is that we joined forces against Geraldine. We were always doing something to aggravate my older cousin. On seeing them again, Mickey and I seemed to take up where we left off. Her husband was a Marine stationed at Cherry Point and was there on-duty. Micky and I were free to haunt the local hamburger shops and drive-ins. We only saw Geraldine once or twice while we were there.

"You remember dumping Geraldine off the old porch sitting in that rocker?" Mickey laughed, as we sat watching a movie at a nearby drive-in.

"We had to avoid her all day." I replied, as we laughed.

"And I bet you remember us sleeping together?" She snickered. "I hope it's gotten a little bigger since then?"

"Considerably. If, I might say so myself." I defended.

"You know, if I wasn't your cousin, I might be tempted to give you some pussy." She teased.

"And if you did not have a Marine for a husband, I might just be tempted to let you." I joked back, though inside I felt less joking. "Maybe next time mom and I come down we can discuss it. Give us both time to consider it. You might come around."

"You know us South Carolinians all family oriented and all." She said, moving closer to me and snuggling as I put my arm around her.

I wondered how happy her marriage was. But I felt strongly about not fucking her this night, as I really didn't know this girl next to me, and because she was family, there could be hell to pay.

We spent four glorious days traveling around seeing family and mom's friends. A grand time it was. There was much crying on the morning we left, mom and Lois anyway, and we promised to be back soon. As sad as it was to leave, it had been three nights without sex and it was good to be alone with mom once more.

As we drove up I-85."Geraldine's husband is beating the hell out of her. I told her if she came to New York she could stay with us and I would help her find a good job." Mom casually informed me.

"You did what!" I asked in amazement. "Why in hell would you do something like that!"

"Because she's family and it makes me mad as hell thinking that some son-of-the-bitching man is treating her like your dad treated me. Not that she probably doesn't deserve it sometimes." She explained. "I know what your problem is and we will figure something out. It won't take long to find her a job. And our apartment is not the only place we can screw."

After lunch in Charlotte, on route 49, headed for Asheboro (a road much less developed than it is today), I drove along at about 50mph.

"You know, I think I could have fucked Mickey if I had a mind to." I stated, wanting to feel mom out on the notion.

"What! You fuck your mother but draw the line at your cousin?" She said, incredulously.

"I just wanted to clear it with you when we come back down in three or four months." I replied, defensively. "I wouldn't want to upset you, is all."

"I told you from the very beginning that you had your own life." She replied. "You fuck whoever you want to. You and Mickey were inseparable whenever you to were together as youngsters. So, it appeared that you two picked up where you left off. If you think she can be trusted, go for it."

Mom lifted her dress to allow the air-conditioning to blow underneath it, causing my eyes to divide their time between the road and her exposed legs. Noting my interest, she left a great deal of her thighs exposed as she laid her head back and closed her eyes.

"Hey, why don't you slide over here a bit closer?" I suggested, after a few miles.

"That's all we need is for a state trooper to pass and see a woman my age setting romantically close to you." She returned. "He'd find some reason to pull us over for sure."

"You're going to cause me to reach to feel your thighs and that could be dangerous." I surmised.

"You just behave yourself and pay attention to the road." She returned.

Five or 10 miles rolled by.

"I've been thinking. I wouldn't want to cause you to have an accident. You are still looking at my legs, aren't you? How about slowing down a bit and look for a place we can pull into the woods." She said, without opening her eyes

I slowed the car down to about 30mph and studied every little dirt track that we passed. I stopped at a lonely crossroads and hung a left and within a half mile found a grassy track that looked like it had not had much use recently. Seeing no houses within view. I slowly backed the Chevy down the track and into a curved section about 50 yards in. We were totally out of sight of the road.

"Let me walk down this track a little ways and look around. Don't get out. We might have to make a hasty retreat." I teased, with a bit of caution in my voice."

I returned, to find mom in the rear seat. I informed her that we were totally alone as I sat down beside her in the back seat.

"You want to take my panties off? Or should I?" She questioned, turning her knees towards me and backing against the opposite door. "Riding back there with my eyes closed, I was thinking about you and Mickey together. I don't need any foreplay. I'm set to go."

Certain of what was going to transpire, I straddled the drive shaft hump in the middle of the floor. I watched mom gather her dress, lifting her posterior to gather it above her waist. I caught sight of her fuzzy treasure as she took the initiative and removed her panties. I hurriedly unzipped my fly and found my cock rising quickly as mom maneuvered to straddle me. I held my now rigid cock "at attention" as she sought penetration.

"I'm a bit dry yet." She whispered, lowering herself onto my shaft. "AAhhhhhhh! There. Maybe not that dry after all."

She began to ride me slowly, as I began kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through a couple of layers of dress. She wiggled her ass, slowly taking me deeper into her. Soon, she began a comfortable rhythm and I slid my hands under the dress to hold the cheeks of her ass.

"I haven't done this in over 20 years." She whispered. "We should have taken time to strip."

"You seemed to be in a hurry? "I questioned.

"Not anymore, Sugar." She replied. "Not anymore."

We fucked slowly and passionately. Through the open rear door, I was aware of the sound of the wind fluttering through the leaves. This sun filtering through the moving limbs cast soft shadows around us and I could feel the warmth coming through the back window. As always, I was content and happy to be coupled with a woman, with it being mom a definite plus.

"I love fucking you, Press." She whispered. "I don't care who you fuck as long as you continue to fuck me."

She lifted high, nearly withdrawing my cock from her, pushing her still covered breasts into my face, before settling down again on my cock. She did this repeatedly, giving herself much pleasure and groaning with pleasure.

"I'm happiest when you're in me." She moaned.

"I love being inside you." I replied. "Inside your belly."

She settled down and took me deep as we fucked, in a sluggish rhythm, lost in our incestuous desire. I became quite warm with the activity, the warming sun and being fully dressed. But, I wasn't about to interrupt mom in her incestuous bliss.

In due course, mom's erotic mind began to show in her movements and her breathing.

"When you fuck Mickey are you going to fuck her like this, right here where we're fucking now?"

I knew that left to her own devices, mom would talk both of us into a frenzy of lust. But, I must admit I enjoyed being included occasionally.

"Would you like that?" I whispered in her ear. "Her skinny ass riding on my cock? We'd have to be careful. It's risky, shooting my cum in her tight little pussy."

"Yes! Yes!" She moaned. "Tell me. Tell me more."

"That little blonde haired snatch of hers." I continued, beginning to excite myself. "I'll fuck her snatch like it's never been fucked before. I'll make her yelp like a little pup. I'll stick it in her so deep I'll touch her belly button with the tip of my cock."

"Just like your fucking me now!" Mom exclaimed. "Fuck my tight little snatch, baby. Fuck your mama's tight little snatch.

Mom was pounding on my cock now. With her frantic rhythm, she had withdrawn my cock twice now, causing us to scramble to get back in her.

"Put it back in!" She cried. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" And then picked up where she had left all. " My snatch is safe. You can cum in mother's snatch.

"You want your boy's cum in your tight little cunt?" I taunted, with a swift jab upwards.

"YES! YES! YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!" She shouted, as the orgasm seized her, seemingly from out of nowhere. "FUCK MY CUNT!"

My orgasm followed closely behind hers, spurred no doubt by her explicit shouts. She collapsed on me, hugging my head tightly. I reciprocated by pulling her tightly against me. I could feel her body tremble as she breathed through her mouth.

After long moments, she pulled from me. She avoided my gaze and acted as though she was embarrassed.

"You are so bad!" She said, keeping her eyes from meeting mine. "You are so naughty talking like that. You get me so rattled. All I wanted was a nice, long, slow fuck in the woods and then you go and made me cum in less than 30 minutes. Bad, bad, bad."

"Hey! You started it." I retaliated.

That evening in the motel she got her extended fuck. We rented the two-bed room, had dinner in a nearby restaurant, showered together and then fucked for nearly 2 hours. I brought her near orgasm repeatedly, only to slow down, bringing her down. With her totally exhausted, I ate her pussy to orgasm, mounted her, fucked her intensely, but quickly, to my own orgasm and then we snuggled until we fell asleep.We returned home and resumed our schedule of intimacy.

On a Saturday outing, we were driving around visiting antique stores. Mom was a collector of frogs. No, never asked her why. In one small antique store, I walked up behind mom as she studied a three-cent, thick glass milk bottle that turned out to be about 11 inches tall, with a flared neck.

"Do you think your dick would fit into this?" She whispered, as she looked around to see if anyone was within hearing.

"I don't know." I replied. "What the hell for."

"We'll take it and see."

That night, we got naked and mom told me "what for", as we experimented with the bottle. Mom told me she had the desire to watch me shoot off into it. As my cock became rigid, it was a tight fit but she was fascinated watching it push past the constricted neck, much like, I suppose, it would push into her pussy. We laughed a lot, and eventually found that lying on the bed with a couple of pillows just below crotch level, my cock in the upright bottle, worked best. She was able to lay side me stroking my body and talking dirty as I fucked the bottle. She was overjoyed when she was rewarded with a good load of milky semen squirting from the head of my cock. It took a place of honor in the middle of her frog collection. It worked better than I ever admitted and not only used it occasionally, with and without mom, to relieve the sexual tension, but still use it to this day.

Working at the YMCA again, the time arrived for "Fair Day", a summer camp fundraiser. I had been talking to a very dark skinned black girl off and on for some months and during the weekend of the fundraiser I had spent a good deal of time helping her at her booth. After cleanup, Sunday afternoon, I asked her if I could walk her home. She accepted. The route took us, literally, right by the entrance to my apartment and I asked her if she would like to go upstairs and listen to some music and have a Coke.

"Is your mom home?" She inquired. "She might not approve of me."

"Mom would approve of anyone I brought home." I answered. "But, no, mom will not be home until six or so. She's working today."

"You think we should be alone?" She asked.

"To be honest, I was hoping you would give me some pussy." I whispered near her ear. I had nothing to lose by being direct. If she blushed or not, I could not tell. But, I doubt she blushed because she was just as direct.

"I figured I might. I thought we would never get together. Being up front does away with all of the bull shitting around." She replied, wise beyond her years. For once, I had been bested.

Jenna, was a bit shorter than I, at 5'7". Not large in the chest but her ample ass was bubbled out substantially, her thighs thick. Her shoulder length hair was hanging straight as most of her peers at the time. In the apartment, the refreshments and music were forgotten about. We stood in the middle of the living room kissing, fondling and undressing each other. My curiosity of her pussy was intense and, having shed our closing, I backed her to the bed. Her legs buckled and she dropped to her back. I lifted her legs, spreading them significantly, and peered down at a neatly trimmed, close cropped mat of curly hair outlining her pussy. Her pussy lips were almost nonexistent. Lifting her ass clear of the bed, she seemed to know what was in my mind, and elbowed herself further onto the bed and maneuvered herself around lengthways on the bed. I rushed into my bedroom to retrieve a condom, ripped it open, put it on as I ran back, and climbed atop her. Her legs spread and lifted and she reached for my cock. We coupled and began a frenzied rhythm with me trying to split her open as I slammed into her.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"

I had not noticed that the bathroom door had been shut when we entered the apartment. Mom, having a bellyache, had gotten the son of her boss to drive her home. Jenna and I decoupled and I stumbled off the bed, looking at mom with "deer in the headlight" eyes.

"Get her ass dressed and out of my apartment." Mom stated harshly. "Now. God dammit! You'll pay for this one, you bastard."

Mom turned and walked to the back of the apartment, the kitchen, leaving us alone. We dressed quickly. "I'm walking Jenna home." I hollered, as we hurried out the door and down the steps, running down the sidewalk a few steps before slowing to a walk. Then we began to laugh.

"What did she mean? You'll pay for this one." She inquired.

"You're the third girl mom has caught me fucking in her bed." I replied, causing both of us renewed laughter. It was not the entire story, unfortunately.

"You're a very bad boy." She laughed. "There's no one at my house. That's for certain. Not until 10 tonight. But if there is, I'm going to fuck you in the middle of the yard.

I followed as she took off running.

I turned home about three hours later, finding mom preparing supper. I hollered, "I'm home" and sat on the couch watching TV. It was not long before mom came in to join me.

"Spaghetti sound okay to you for supper?" She inquired.

"Sounds great." I answered.

"So, did you find a place to finish fucking her?" Mom inquired. "She is a pretty girl. I apologize for getting so upset. But why do you have to fuck them in our bed where we fuck? You know, we have unique situation here. Do you not give any thought to my feelings?"

"It's just easier, I suppose. There is more room than my bed." I replied. "Of course I think about your feeling." Then, remembered to add. "I fucked her in her room".

"I just don't understand you. You're not sorry you upset me." She continued. "I don't know what I'm going to do. But, I promise you I am going to find some way to pay you back. You're not going to fuck some black bitch in our bed and just brush it off." After letting her words sink in, she added. "And what's the story. Are you having a hard time getting white pussy?"

More weeks passed and life went on. Mom's desire to fuck seemed to wane considerably. Oh, she still held up her end of the bargain, but she was less proactive in doing so. Many times, she gave me access to her treasure without becoming aroused herself. She tended to be a bit more short tempered and went to bed early. When I drove her to work there was little conversation. But as time went by, she seemed to become her old self. I figured the incident had been forgotten or forgiven.

Then one day I picked her up from work and on the drive home she announced.

"I was thinking. We could drive up-state for a few days. We could leave Friday and I don't have to be back to work until Wednesday morning."

"I have always wanted you to see Lake George." I replied happily.

So, it was set. We left early Friday morning, arriving in Lake George (actually Silver Bay a YMCA summer retreat) by noon. We spent the afternoon walking, relaxing, dining and sitting on the large front porch that evening talking to the other guests. Saturday, we rented a 13' Boston Whaler to spend the day on the lake. We crossed the lake to a small cove I was familiar with. We walked a small trail up the side of the mountain, returning to the boat for the lunch that we had packed. Mom seemed relaxed and happy and after lunch we spent time swimming and playing in the warm, 10'deep water of the cove, before retiring to a large boulder to sit in the sun.

"I suppose you're horny as hell. I can see the bulge in your suit." She said warmly. "This is such a lovely spot. It would make a nice memory. Where do you think we can do it?"

"We need to get a cushion out of the boat." I replied. "I saw a large rock back up the trail that should work good."

"Already scoped it out, have you?" She teased. "You do have a one track mind! Always thinking about pussy, aren't you?"

We both entered the water and swam to the boat, grabbed a cushion, and swam to the rocky bank. Walking about 100 feet into the woods, I stopped at the chosen rock and placed the cushion on it, stepping back to allow mom to take a seat.

"Honey, I just don't feel comfortable taking off my bathing suit here in the woods." She said, positioning herself on the cushion. "It's easier for you, but I'm keeping mine on. "

I lowered my swim shorts below my knees. Mom put her left arm around my neck as I moved between her legs. With her right hand, she pulled the crotch of her suit aside, leaning back slightly, as I placed the head of my cock to her treasure.

"Ouch! Watch the hair, sugar." She exclaimed, as I pushed into her. "OOooooooooo! That feels soooo good. Like it's been a month since you've fucked me."

There in the woods, we fucked slowly and passionately. It was one of the few times that having an orgasm was the last thing on my mind, and I think, mom's too. I concentrated on the feeling along my shaft as I pumped slowly in and out of her. Mom, moaned softly, holding me tightly with both arms, relaxing her grip occasionally to view our coupling. "It is so beautiful." She said once. There was no need for words in this quiet place. We rocked slowly together for nearly 30 minutes before mom said her back was hurting and asked if I wanted to finish. I pulled from her informing her that I was quite happy. We spent another hour motoring around the lake before returning the boat to the rental.

Sunday morning, after eating breakfast, we walked around the grounds of Silver Bay, played table tennis and laughed a lot. "You're too competitive." Mom complained, when I slammed the ball at her. By late afternoon we had checked out and continued to drive up route 9N as mom had decided she wanted to see Fort Ticonderoga.

"How far is Burlington Vermont?" Mom asked.

"Maybe 50-60 miles. Why?" I queried.

"Then turn around and pick up that young man going back to college. The sign he was holding said, "Returning to college, Burlington Vermont."

"What about Fort Ticonderoga?" I asked.

"We can't forget about that." Mom replied.

It was totally out of character for mom to want to pick up a stranger, but I made a U-turn, pasted by the young man, made a U-turn and slowed down to a stop. He grabbed his bag, opened the back door and jumped in.

"Thank you. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to catch a ride this late. I'm Don Reinhardt."

"I'm Irene. This is my stepson, Press." Mom lied.

It would turn out to be closer to 70 miles, but Don turned out to be talkative and a good conversationalist. It was an enjoyable ride. As we enter the town limits of Vergennes, VT., just south of Burlington, mom asked if I would stop by a drugstore as she had a headache and needed some aspirin.

"Dad in Europe. You and step-mom touring the countryside." Don observed, while mom was in the drugstore. "Would I be out of line if I called you a lucky son of a gun?"

"Nothing is out of line among friends." I joked. "You'd be right on the money."

"She is one sexy lady." He exclaimed.

Mom returned and we continued through town.

"Don, we would like you to have dinner with us." Mom stated. "The druggist said there is a good restaurant just down the road."

"Thank you." He replied. "But please, let me pay for dinner."

Again, Don was great company at dinner, but mom would not hear of him paying for dinner. After dinner, standing by the car in the parking lot;

"Look, it's closing on 9:30 and there is a motel just down the street." Mom said, as she pointed. "I say let's get a room, get a good nights sleep and we can take Don into Burlington tomorrow morning. What do you say guys? You two can share a bed?"

I was beginning to dislike having Don around. But, so decided, we drove down the street to the motel. Mom went for a short walk and Don and I sat watching a movie on TV. Mom returned and sat reading a magazine she had picked up at a nearby store. It was near 10:45 when mom sat her magazine down.

"Fellows, I'm going to take a bath and get dressed for bed. Anybody have to pee?" She asked.

I was aware of the bathtub water running, mom bathing and the water draining from the bathtub. I was a bit concerned that mom would soon come out of the bathroom with her nightgown on, as she owned no bathrobe.

"I forgot my panties!" She shouted. "Could one of you guys bring them to me, please."

I felt alarm as mom had included Don as a deliverer of her underwear. I scrambled to find them laying on her bed and hastened to the bathroom door. She cracked the door and I saw her standing there nude.

"Thank you, sugar." She said, smiling at me.

As expected, mom exited the bathroom wearing only her nightgown over her panties. I detected no bra and the light from the bathroom silhouetted her body through the nightgown. She returned to the bed, the one closest to the bathroom, retrieved the magazine and stretched out to begin reading again.

"Don, the bathroom is free now if you'd like to take a shower." She stated.

"Thank you, Irene." He replied, as he headed for the bathroom.

I sat staring at my mother as she read. She did not look up at me or talk while Don showered. When Don finished, he exited the bathroom wearing the pants and shirt he had worn all day. I probably took the quickest shower of my life and slipped my pants on again. I exited the bathroom to find my mother still reading and Don reclining on our bed watching TV. I took a seat in a nearby lounge chair, feeling very uneasy. Mom was not being herself. After many long minutes;

"Don, tell me something?" Mom asked, terseness in her voice. "What do you think about a step-son who would fuck some black bitch in the same bed where he fucks me?"

I sat stupefied and speechless, as did Don.

"Look at me, Don." She said, standing and facing the other bed, lifting the front of her nightgown to expose herself for Don's appraisal. "I am nearing 41 years old. Do you think I'm still attractive?"

"You're lovely, Irene." Don offered, as he intensely appraised her womanly features, nervousness in his voice.

Mom dropped her nightgown. Throwing a glare my way she walked to the door. She switched off the overhead entrance light, the bed-stand light between the two beds and the TV. She ignored the bathroom light with the door cracked about 2 inches. She turned to her bed and we sat there in semidarkness for long moments.

"Don, have you ever fucked an older woman?" Mom solicited.

"No ma'am." Don mumbled

"Come over here and join me." She said. "Don't be afraid or shy. Press needs to be taught a lesson in good manners and you are going to help me to teach him."

I watched Don stand and cross to the bed in an unsure manner. I fought for the words that would end this craziness, but I found none. I was also intrigued. Was my mother going to let a near stranger fuck her to teach me a "lesson"?

"Come around the other side. Take your clothes off. And join me right here." Mom directed, padding the bed next to her right side.

As Don removed his clothes, I could only barely see his erection. He entered the bed as mom sat up. I shuddered when she began to remove her nightgown and panties. Reclining back, mom turned to face Don, and immediately reached for his cock. He responded by fondling her tits, then quickly moved to suckle a nipple as his right hand moved down over her hips to palm her ass and draw her closer to him.

"I forgot!" Mom said suddenly, rolling away from Don, leaving the bed, finding her purse and scrambling to find the condoms she had purchased at the drugstore. On the way back to the bed, she ripped the box, retrieved a packet and threw it at Don. "Here, put this on."

This brief interlude caused a, just as brief, smile to cross my face as I remembered my own lapse of memory with Jenna.

Mom maneuvered him atop her, as she maneuvered to the middle of the bed. Mom's legs widened and lifted, and though I could not see her right hand, I knew that it was undoubtedly guiding Don's cock to the entrance of her treasure. Her moan confirmed that Don had entered her and that she found his cock pleasing. Then, Don's motion attested to the fact that my mom, my lover, my treasure, my pussy was now being fucked by a near total stranger. And it had happened in the swiftest of time.

By the dim light provided by the crack in the bathroom door, I could tell Don had been there before. He fucked mom slowly and passionately. But I noted, though mom moaned with each penetrating thrust, her body was not responding the way I thought it should. Involuntarily, I unzipped my fly and brought forth my own erection.

"Fuck me, baby." Mom coached. "Fuck me deep."

Giving in to my foolish curiosity, I left the chair and dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed. I, careful not to touch Don or my mother, moved in close to witness their coupling. My eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, aided by the dim light from the bathroom, had a more then adequate view of mom's treasure being, in my mind, violated.

"Damn, why does he have to be so fucking thick!" I pondered, as I watched his cock withdrawal to the head before plunging back into her. "And long."

I tarried long minutes before moving back to the lounge chair. I remained convinced that mom was not a full participant, as I slowly stroked my cock and watched and listened. The bed was soon squeaking rhythmically. Mom's uncontrollable grunts and moans increased as Don's rhythm increased.

"Fuck me, baby!" Mom continued, raising her volume a bit. "Give it to me. Give me your cum, Don. Come on! Do it! Give me your cum!"

Don's rhythm increased more. I smiled and stroked my cock a little harder. It was reminiscent of the nights mom was not into fucking, but wanted to please me anyway. She could talk cum out of a walnut.

"Stick it in me! Deeper, dammit, deeper!" She commanded. "Harder, damn you! Give me your cum! Shoot it in me!"

Don's heavy, loud moan gave evidence of the orgasm he could no longer hold back. Thankfully, the lustful movements on the bed slowed, then stopped. Don rolled off my mother to lie beside her. She turned to face him. I was relieved it was over as my erection deflated.

"That was good, baby." She whispered.

"But you did not cum." He replied in a concerned tone.

"It's okay, honey. It's been a long day and I am give out." She whispered in a pacifying tone I had heard often. "You fucked me good. Now, let's go to sleep."

Neither of them moved for long moments and I quietly retired to the other bed. I lay for long moments pondering what had transpired. I was amazed that my mother had carried a grudge so long. And, even more amazed, that her shy, introverted self had asserted itself. In the end, I concluded, her hatred of men had won out and for once she had her revenge.

Consciousness came slowly and gradually I became aware of my mother's and Don's moans. Surely they're not? I rolled over. Eyeing the clock I noted the time at 7:35 in the AM. Straining to see into the now total darkness, as the bathroom light was now extinguished. I was instantly aware of the two forms locked in mortal lust. Who had initiated this sexual union? How long had they been fucking? Why had mom transformed into a wanton participant, her ass lifting with "his" endeavor to stab her to death? The squeaking bed filled the room with mind numbing evidence of her disloyalty. Yes disloyalty. Her treasure was taking pleasure in the fucking it was receiving. Her loud, unrestrained moans were confirmation of it. Their fucking seemed to go on forever, as I lay there mesmerized. Having spied earlier on them coupling, I could easily envision what his cock was doing to her, spreading her pussy wide as he plunged deep into her. With each plunge her moan was maddening. "I'll never fuck another woman." I lied to myself. Her animal moans ripped through me as she orgasm strongly. Her ass lifting off the bed as "he" continued to hammer into her, racing to his own orgasm that followed close behind hers. He continued to slowly fuck her long moments. With her legs still wrapped around him, her body had now become unreceptive and limp.me up." She said lightly.

She left the bed, and entered the bathroom and all evidence pointed to her showering.

"You awake?" Don asked.

"Yeah." I reply.

"You been awake long?" He asked.

"Just a minute or two." I lied.

"I got up to pee and had an urge I bet you've had numerous times. I wanted to eat her pussy big time. I don't guess she fights you." He explained. "When I finally managed to get her legs spread and my tongue on her clit, she gave in. I envy you all to hell. She has a good pussy. I'll remember her pussy the rest of my life." Then, he added. "And I strongly suggest you keep your girlfriends out of her bed."

"Yeah." I replied.