MOM CRAVES SON'S ATTENTION

I guess it all really started during my Senior year of High School. I was one of those standout athletes. You know the ones that play multiple sports and excels in all of them. I was a slot receiver on the football team. being recruited by several top colleges for that position. I was also the starting Point Guard on the basketball team and had offers on the table from some of the best basketball schools in the country. As if that wasn't enough, I was also ranked as the #1 Shortstop in the state, looking at the possibility of forgoing college and going straight to the Pros. To say my life revolved around sports would be a gross understatement. Sports wasn't just life to me; it was everything. That all changed one cold November night, during my Sr. year of football.

It was a normal play that we had ran a thousand times. Truthfully, it was probably our "go to" third down play and rarely did it ever fail to produce a 1st down. It was a simple play, based on confusing the defense, and no matter how many times we ran it, they always seemed confused. Sometimes I actually wondered why we ran any other play at all.

It was, what our coach called, a triple option play. When we came to the line, our quarterback would survey the defense, then shout out a single word. The word was a code that let the rest of us know what he was seeing. Once that word was called, we would shift to new positions that corresponded with the word he called out. Honestly it was pretty complex from our stand point, because there were a dozen different words that he could call out, and each one had an entirely different, triple option meaning. But regardless of the word he called out, one thing was always clear; I was the primary target. The only real questions were how the defense reacted, and what was the best way to get the ball in my hands.

We were in the 2nd round of the state playoffs and, as things fell, we were already facing the team that was our only real threat at not repeating as State Champs.

Late in the 4th quarter, with the score tied, facing a 3rd and 6, from their 42, coach called "The Play." I knew this was a huge moment for me. The stands were not only packed with fans from both sides, but also with scouts from a plethora of top colleges. Most of them were already heavily recruiting me, but this was my chance to show them that I was the receiver they needed.

When the play was called, I lined up in an outside position. This allowed our quarterback to get an idea of how they planned to cover me. I noticed the same thing he did. Either they were in a zone defense, with underneath help on me, or I was being double covered. I just smiled, knowing exactly what word was about to be called out.

Just as I suspected, our quarterback shouted out, "Oklahoma!" Quickly we all shifted into our new positions; mine bringing me into the slot, just off the hip of our Tight End. When the defense shifted to match us, their strategy was confirmed. They knew I was the primary target, and I was indeed being double covered; not that it ever mattered. I wasn't being recruited by the top football schools for no reason.

The ball was snapped. I bolted from my position and made a quick break to the right, heading towards the sidelines. I was being covered by a corner who wasn't strong enough to tackle me, and a linebacker who wasn't quick enough to keep up with me. What they didn't realize was that the quick break to the sidelines was just a fake. Two steps after I broke to the sidelines, I planted my right foot, hard into the ground and cut back across the field. The linebacker stumbled, tripping over his own feet and the corner, who had lined up outside of me, was now out of position, leaving me wide open.

As soon as I broke, I looked back over my shoulder just in time to see our quarterback release the ball.

This guy was every bit the athlete I was, if not better, and, like always, the ball was laid out perfectly in front of me as I cut across the field. A first down was imminent, and with our kicker's leg, and the limited amount of time left on the clock, we were all but assured a victory and an easy road to our 2nd straight state title.

The ball landed perfectly in my hands. I took a step as I spun my head around, looking for that lane I needed to get a few extra yards.

That's when it hit me. Or I guess I should say, that's when they hit me.

The first hit was high, right in the chest, from a 220 lbs. Middle linebacker who shouldn't have been there. He should have been covering the running back, coming out of the backfield. But he missed his assignment and luck was on his side this night.

The second hit was low, right at my knees, and came from the cornerback who had been tailing me.

My body folded like a blanket as the two sandwiched me between them, doubling me backwards and twisting both of my legs into a completely unnatural position.

I don't remember the hits so much as I remember the sound, and the subsequent pain. The sound was loud, like huge rubber bands being snapped in half. The pain was the most intense I had ever felt in my 18 years of life.

Despite all of my efforts, I couldn't focus enough to hold onto the ball and it popped off my chest, as I hit the ground, right into the arms of a player from the other team. He managed to rumble his way for a few yards before being tackled, but that was completely irrelevant to me. All I knew, at that moment, was that my knees hurt in ways that I didn't know my body could hurt.

Once the play ended, with our opponents now having the ball, several of my teammates began shouting to our sidelines. A couple of them even threw-up as they looked at me laying there on the field, with legs bent at an angle legs were not meant to bend at.

The coaches rushed out onto the field, as did my Dad, who had been watching from the stands. My mom wasn't there, but then again, she never was. She was a nurse and weekend nights paid the highest salaries, so that's what she always worked.

It really wasn't that she didn't want to be there, she did. But my dad's drinking problems had always meant that mom had needed to work the higher paying shifts, to ensure we had enough money to pay the bills. Of course that was before they divorced. But after the divorce, Mom felt an even greater need to work those higher paying shifts.

I couldn't really tell what was going on. All I knew was that I was in immense pain and everyone around me seemed to be in a good deal of pain of their own, just from looking at me.

The ambulance was called out onto the field and I was rushed to the emergency room of our local hospital; the one my mom was working at.

When I arrived in the ER, my mom's worst fears were brought to reality. She had always hated me playing football, complaining that it was such a violent sport and so many things could go wrong. Dad and I had always argued against her, justifying football by telling her, anything could happen to anyone, anywhere.

As fate would have it, my mom was working the ER that night and she was one of the nurses, waiting at the ER door when the ambulance arrived with the injured football player. When mom saw it was me, her face became as white as a ghost and another nurse had to catch and pull her to the side, telling her she should sit this one out.

My mom responded my shoving her against the wall and telling her that if she wanted to keep her out, she probably needed a gun. Yeah, mom was just like that when it came to me. I was her baby; her only child. Shortly after I was born, mom was diagnosed with some "woman issue" and had to have a hysterectomy, leaving her unable to have anymore kids.

Now, my injuries weren't life threatening, but as far as I was concerned I might as well had broken my neck as I had destroyed my knees. And unfortunately, that is exactly what the doctors told me and my parents, a few hours later, after all the tests and scans had been completed. That single hit had torn most of the ligaments in both of my knees and shredded my meniscus.

Of course, my only concern was how long before I could return to playing sports; hoping I could at least be back in time for the baseball season. The doctors grim prognosis hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm sorry Stevie, I know how much sports means to you," he paused briefly, turning his gaze from me to my parents, briefly. "I'm afraid you will likely never be able to play sports again."

I couldn't breath! I couldn't think! All I could do was shout out at him, hatefully. "What the fuck do you mean I'll never play again."

I knew it wasn't his fault, but he was the one giving me this life altering news and I wasn't happy about what I was hearing. My mom however seemed much more concerned about the words coming out of my mouth.

"Steven Allen Weaver," my mom shouted at me, "you watch your language young man."

Mom was always a prim and proper woman. She never dressed the least bit inappropriately, didn't drink, didn't smoke, had never done drugs, and as far as I could tell, had never had a dirty word even cross her mind, let alone her lips. She expected the same of me, but I suppose a lot of my dad rubbed off on me.

I guess I need to back up just bit and talk about my parents and their marriage. Because a lot of what ended up happening between me and my mom, was a result of the horrible marriage my parents had.

First of all, they had married young. They were high school sweethearts; my dad being the standout athlete and my mom the captain of the cheerleaders. Mom got pregnant with me at 17, early in her Sr. year. She had managed to finish high school, and Dad, being a couple years older, went on to finish college, while mom focused on raising me. Several years later, when I was still in my pre-teens, Mom decided she was tired of working meaningless jobs and decided she wanted to go back to school for nursing.

I was too young to really understand what was going on at the time, but I knew Dad wasn't happy about that. Until then, Mom had been working two jobs, while Dad just worked his simple 9 to 5. Once she decided to go to college, Dad decided his free time was more important than his families comfort. By the time I entered high school Mom had finished college and got a job as a nurse at a local hospital, making nearly double what she had been making working the two jobs she had been working.

At first Dad seemed ok with that, because Mom's increased salary meant that Dad had more money to drink on, at least in his mind. But when Mom started putting her foot down about Dad's spending, things went south quickly.

By the time my Jr. year started my parents had separated and my mom had filed for divorce. I ended up living with my mom; for several reasons.

One, my mom was more stable and more important, she was sober. I think a lot of teenage boys, in my position, would have chosen to live with their drunk Dad, thinking it would be more fun. But by that point, my future in college, and possibly pro sports, was already very promising, and I knew that a life with mom would be a much more disciplined life, which was what I knew that I needed to keep the college scouts looking in my direction.

Another reason I had chosen to live with my mom, which I'm a little embarrassed to admit, is that my mom was is smoking hot. Even though she was my mother, there was no denying that she was an incredibly gorgeous woman. Mom could easily pass for being in her early to mid 20s, despite being 36 years old. And even though she dressed fairly conservatively, her body still looked amazing, in whatever she wore. All of my friends joked and teased at me about how hot my Mom was, and despite blowing them off to their faces, internally I agreed completely with them.

So, back to that night....

Mom never left my side. She sat there beside my bed the entire time I was in the hospital. When the doctor told me the news, as my Dad shook his head in obvious disappointment, Mom hugged me and held me tightly, knowing how much this news was destroying me.

Shortly after hearing the news, Dad announced he was heading home for the night, asking me to call him tomorrow if the doctors had any new news. Mom exploded on him!

I had never heard my mom cuss. Really, I had never even heard her utter a cross word to another person. But now, the angry, hate filled words that were coming from her mouth, shocked me to the core. She really let dad have it. Leaving no doubts at all as to how she felt about him and the way he viewed me as some sort of retirement plan.

By the time mom stopped shouting, and dad left the hospital, I had a whole new appreciation for my mother. For the first time I saw her as not just my Mom, but as the most important person in my life. Truthfully, hearing her finally confront my dad like that, set her at a whole new level in my mind. For a couple years now I knew exactly what dad thought about my future prospects. I knew that he planned for his life to be amazing, once I finally turned Pro. But this injury, and the possibilities of me never playing sports again, definitely seemed to change dad's attitude towards me, instantly.

Not that I was surprised, or truthfully even cared. I chose to live with my Mom, when my parents divorced, primarily because I knew Mom didn't see me as a meal ticket. She loved me regardless and actually would probably have been happier if I had never gotten so involved in sports.

The next morning I was scheduled for surgery. I had to have ligament reconstructive surgery on both knees, as well as my meniscus repaired. In my left knee, I had torn my ACL and MCL, and partially torn my PCL. In my right knee, all three of those ligaments had been torn. Mom was by my side until the last possible moment before I went into surgery; Dad couldn't be sober enough to show up.

When I came to, hours later, Mom's face was the first face I saw. She was right there beside my bed, exactly where she had been when they wheeled me back to surgery. Dad still wasn't around and it was that moment that I officially decided I was done with him.

A couple days later, the doctors released me and sent me home. I assumed that my mom being such a respected nurse, was part of the reason they let me go home, despite the pain I was still in. Mom took vacation for the next couple of weekends, just so she could be there to take of me. For the first couple of weeks, I couldn't even go to school. All I could do was lay there on the living room floor, with my legs strapped to these contraptions, in constant pain. But mom never left my side; not for a single moment.

When I was finally able to return to school, everyone treated me differently. I was no longer the stud athlete who's promising future was being laid out before him. Suddenly, I was now just any other guy, with who knows what kind of future. My girlfriend, the cheerleader captain, broke up with me my first day back. Apparently I was just her meal ticket too. My teammates still supported me and most of us remained close, but still, things were definitely different.

The only person who didn't seem to change, in how they treated me, was my Mom. And that is probably where it all really got going.

Mom wouldn't let me do anything on my own. For the first couple of weeks I didn't object, because I was still consistently in pain, and these contraptions hooked to my legs weren't helping at all. But eventually I wanted to start getting up and getting around. When I did, Mom hovered over me like a vulture. It wasn't really annoying to me, because I knew she was just being her normal protective self, but it did get old quickly.

One thing that wasn't annoying was that Mom insisted that I slept in bed with her, just in case I needed anything during the night. At first it wasn't that a big deal, because I just laid there immobile. But as I began to heal, my mobility got better, and things started getting awkward in bed with mom.

The first time things started getting awkward was a Saturday morning a few months after my surgery. I was starting to get some good mobility back, but I was still taking my pain meds, but only when I really needed them. I had gotten used to going back to classes and, despite the crutches, I couldn't resist trying to push myself further. By the time Friday night rolled around that week, I was in so much pain that I took an extra pain pill before I went to bed. By this time Mom was back to work and so I was alone on the weekend evenings. I suppose if Mom had been there that night, when I took the extra pain pill, there's a chance none of those would have ever happened. Mom was ridiculously strict about my pill regiment, during my recovery.

But Friday night, with my Mom at work, laying in her bed alone, in a great deal of pain, I took the extra pill and didn't wake up until around 9am Saturday morning.

By the time I woke up, Mom was already home and laying in bed next to me. At first, I was just groggy; the affects of the pills still lingering. But quickly my senses alerted me to a rather new sensation; the feeling of Mom's bare legs against mine.

Typically, after my surgery, when Mom would sleep in bed with me, she would be nearly fully dresses, sleeping in pajama pants and a top. Apparently, in my drug induced state, I had failed to realize that the AC had stopped working that evening while mom was at work.

Fortunately it was still early in the Spring, so the house wasn't completely unbearable when Mom got home from work; although it was uncomfortably warm, to say the least.

Typically, during the week, when I knew I'd be in bed with my Mom, I slept in shorts and a t-shirt. But with Mom working weekend nights, knowing I'd be in bed alone, on the weekends I just slept in my boxer briefs.

Normally I was already up and dressed by the time Mom got home from work, but thanks to the extra pain pills, this morning, when Mom got home and the AC was out, I was in bed, wearing only a skin tight pair of boxer briefs.

At first, once I woke up, it didn't seem that awkward. After all, I had been sleeping in bed with her every night since my surgery. But the second I realized mom wasn't wearing anything other than a scrub top and panties, things became incredibly awkward for me.

I tried, sort of, to block it from my mind. I even shifted my body so that I couldn't feel her legs against mine. But as soon as I moved away from her, she slid over, bringing her legs back into contact with mine.

I'm still not really sure what possessed me to do what I did next, but it was something I knew I just had to do.

With Mom still asleep beside me, I slid my hand onto her thigh. Fuck, the feeling of her bare skin beneath my fingers was nearly enough to make me cum instantly. I had fantasized about my Mom for a few years now, which didn't seem odd to me because all of my friends talked about her constantly. So I just thought that it was perfectly normal for any teenage guy, with a mom as hot as mine, to fantasize about their own mom.

When I say that my mom is hot, I'm not joking around. Even her name is sexy; Victoria Ashton Weaver. See, sexy right! I've always thought my mom could have been a model. First of all, she is really tall, like 5'10" tall, and has incredibly long, sexy legs. Mom has always worked out and ran, so not only are her legs long, but they are perfectly toned and tanned. Her breasts aren't huge but, at least in my opinion, at 36C, they are the perfect size. Her hair is shoulder length and this incredibly sexy, dirty blonde color. I'm not sure how much she weighs, but working out like she does, her figure has remained as stunning as it looked in her high school photos. Then there's her eyes; the sexiest light blue eyes I've ever seen. I swear her eyes look like some kind of precious gems.So laying there in my bed with her, with no pajama bottoms on and my hand on her thigh, seemed like some sort of dream. I knew mom hadn't dated much since the divorce, deciding to focus her time on her career and on me. And although I didn't mind her dating, I really did enjoy being the focus of so much of her efforts.

As I laid there, with my hand on her thigh, my cock began swelling and in mere seconds I was rock hard. I wanted so badly to just pull her panties down and slide it inside her, but two things stopped me.

One, this was my mom. Sure it had probably been a bit since she'd had sex, but I felt fairly confident that she would probably kill me if I tried something like that. My best hope was that maybe, just maybe she'd stay asleep and I could at least feel her.

The second reason that stopped me was, well, a lack of experience. Actually, I had no experience at all. I mean, I'd made out with a few different girl in my school, but had never gone all the way. It wasn't that I was afraid of sex or anything, I just didn't want to risk ruining my future in sports. I'd heard my parents horror story too many times from my dad. He had to give up sports, despite finishing college, because having a kid meant he had to get a job. I wasn't about to risk my future, by getting some teenage girl pregnant.

By now my dick was throbbing so much it hurt. My hand was still resting on mom's thigh and the longer I laid there, the hornier and bolder I got. Mom seemed to still be asleep, judging by her breathing, so I decided I'd try to push things a little farther.

Slowly I began inching my hand higher up mom's thigh. It seemed to take forever, probably because her legs were so long, and because I was pretty nervous about what I was doing. I knew if she woke up I could just pretend to be asleep, acting like my hand just sort of ended up there, but still I was as nervous as I'd ever been.

Her skin felt so amazing, so soft and smooth, beneath my finger tips. As far as I was concerned this was perfect and I knew if I could just touch her pussy, my jerk off session in the shower would be incredible.

My fingers inched higher, painfully slowly, until they reached the bottom edge of her panties. Mom shifted a bit and I froze. "Shit, don't wake up now. Not when I'm this close," was my only thought. Mom didn't appear to have woken up; apparently just shifting in her sleep. Once I was sure that she was still asleep I allowed my fingers to press further.

As my hand slid over the top of her panties, my fingers dipping down between her thighs, I had to fight back the urge to cum instantly. Even through her panties, I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy. As my fingers slipped lower, I swear it felt like mom's panties were a little damp. I hoped it was because of my touch, but I convinced myself it was most likely from the house being so warm.

Honestly I didn't care why they were damp, or even that they were. All that mattered in that moment was that I had my hand on the pussy of the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

I wanted so badly to push further and slip my fingers under her panties, but I decided had probably pushed my luck as far as I needed to already. I laid there beside her, my hand resting on her panty covered snatch for several minutes before I felt her shifting again.

Quickly I jerked my hand away from her and decided I'd better get up, before I crossed a line and got myself in trouble. But when I got out of bed, my cock was still rock hard and desperately needing some attention. I started to walk out of my room, heading to the bathroom, when the slightest sound caught my attention. I swear I heard mom let out a disappointing sigh. I blew it off as my imagination playing tricks on me and left the room and headed down the hall to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, my suspicions about my jerk off session being amazing were confirmed. As soon as I got in I grasp my 8.5" cock in my hand and slowly started stroking it. With my mind focused on the memory of my hand between mom's legs, it didn't take long for me to explode, sending what felt like a gallon of cum, swirling down the drain in the shower.

With my shower complete I decided to get dressed and get my day started. First off, I needed to see about getting the AC fixed. But also, I kept myself on a pretty strict physical therapy routine, trying to get myself back to playing sports.

I crept back into my room, trying not to wake mom up. I knew working night shift was hard on her, and she needed her sleep today, since she had another shift tonight. But when I slipped back into my room, I saw her laying there on the bed, with the covers kicked off her and her legs spread slightly. Instantly I was hard again.

Once again I fought back the urge to jerk her panties down and bury my cock inside her. I looked down and saw my raging hard on and thought about jerking off again, but decided I would wait. After all, I had lots of stuff to get done today.

I did my best to ignore mom's body, laying there exposed on my bed, got dressed and slipped back out of the room.

First things first, the AC needed to get fixed. I knew nothing about air conditioners, other than how to adjust the thermostat, so I looked up AC repair, online. Mom had always taught me to be smart about things like this, so I read a few reviews on the different AC repairmen, before finally selecting on and giving him a call. The guys said he was tied up at the moment, but could get out to look at it later this afternoon. Better than nothing I decided, so I told him that would be great. Actually it would probably be best, because by that time I wouldn't worry so much about him waking mom up.

With the AC issue taken care of, or at least in the process of, I turned my attention to my therapy. Mom had helped me get some equipment that my therapist said I could use at home, that would help speed up my recovery process. After a good workout session I was soaked with sweat and needed another shower.

My cock wasn't hard, but it wasn't really limp either. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of my mom, laying there exposed on my bed, or the memory of my hand on her pussy, out of my head. I knew I was going to need to jerk off again and decided a little peak in on mom would help make for another great session.

I slipped back into my room, acting like I was getting clothes in case she was awake. She wasn't! In fact, she was still laying there, no covers on her body, with her legs spread even wider than before. I stared at her body for only a couple of seconds, just long enough for my cock to get fully hard again, then grabbed my clothes and head back to the bathroom for round two.

The rest of the day proved rather uneventful. Other than the repair guy showing up and getting the AC working again, nothing really happened. Mom woke up shortly after he finished and when she came out of her bedroom, wearing her work scrubs, she was really appreciative that I had taken care of the AC for her.

"You're really doing a great job of being the man if the house sweetie," mom said, thanking me as she started fixing supper. "It really means a lot to me that you take care of stuff like this for me. I just wish there was some way I could show you how thankful I am."

I swear there was a glimmer, a strange twinkle in mom's eye, that I'd never noticed before. Almost as if she was flirting with me. I blew it off as my imagination going into overdrive again.

"Its nothing really mom," I replied back to her. "You've done so much for me, especially since my injury. Helping you out is the least I could do." I decided, for some dumb reason, I'd test the waters a bit and see if maybe mom really had been flirting with me.

"I just wish there something more I could do for you," I added, with a slightly husky tone in my voice. "You deserve a man who knows how to take care of you."

Mom blushed! Just a little bit, but enough to get my imagination going again. She was looking at me a little differently now than I'd ever seen her look at me before. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was hoping that mom was thinking similar thoughts as I was. But regardless, those thoughts would have to wait; mom had to go to work.

As she left the house, she hugged me and thanked me again for taking care of the AC. Then she did something I never expected; she kissed me. Nothing crazy and no tongues were involved, but she kissed me right on my lips.

"I love you so much, Steven Allen Weaver," mom added as she pulled back from me, that glimmer appearing in her eye again.

I was in shock but I managed, somehow, to speak. "I uh, I love you too mom!"

That was the end of it. Mom walked out of the house and headed to work. I remained in a state of shock for the next several minutes. In fact, it was a bit before I even realized I was still standing there with the door open, staring blankly outside. I shock my head, trying to clear the insane thoughts about what that kiss might have meant from my mind.

It was still pretty early in the evening so I decided to text a few friends and see if anyone was free tonight. Of course, being Saturday night, all of my buddies already had plans, mostly dates, so I was going to be on my own tonight. Not that I minded too much, but I really wanted something to take my mind off what had happened.

Instead, I decided to watch porn. You know, because nothing takes your mind off of sexual thoughts about you mom, like watching porn. Yeah, that's sarcasm, I'm not really that stupid. But I was stupid enough to get my tablet out and search for some online porn; which, by the way, is ridiculously easy to find.

At first I just scanned through a few of my favorite genres. Nothing weird or crazy, mainly just some girl on girl stuff. But after maybe an hour of that, a thought popped in my head. "I bet there's mom and son porn on here."

Man was there ever! I didn't even know where to begin at first. I scanned through the images, reading each of the titles that all had something to do with son's doing dirty things to their moms or visa versa. Finally I saw one that caught my attention; a tall sexy woman, with dirty blonde hair.

She didn't look exactly like my mom, but she was definitely close enough. The video was only about 15 minutes long, so I watched it several times. Then I started looking for more mom and son videos with her in them. It amazed me how many there were, and I watched several of them.

Watching all these hot videos of moms and their sons having incredibly hot sex had my cock throbbing again. So for the third time that day, I slipped into the shower and jerked off, then headed to bed.

I had already decided that I was going for a repeat of this morning, when mom got home from work, so once again, I slept in nothing but my boxer briefs. I fell asleep that night with ridiculously vivid and erotic thoughts about my mom, swimming through my mind.

When I woke the next morning mom wasn't in bed with me. I rolled over and grabbed my phone and realized that it was still a bit early for her to he home. So I laid there in bed, trying to be as patient as possible, waiting for mom to come home from work.

Around 7:45, I heard the door open and I knew mom was home. My cock knew it too and instantly sprang to life. I knew it would be a few more minutes before she got to bed, because she always showered when she got home from work.

Deciding I'd try to push things a bit, I pulled the covers off of me, so that my hard cock, concealed by my boxers, would be visible to mom when she climbed into bed. To make sure I stayed hard, I focused my thoughts on those videos I'd watched last night, imagining that it was me and mom doing them.

I heard the shower in moms room turn on as she got in and showered. It wasn't long at all before the shower turned back off and, after some shuffling noises from her room, I heard the door to my bedroom begin to open.

With my eyes closed, but slit just enough peak through, I watched as mom slid quietly into my room. When she shut the door and turned around, the slightest gasp escaped her lips and judging from where her eyes appeared to be focus, I was certain see had noticed what I was hoping she would. But instead of crawling in bed with me, she turned around and walked back out of my room.

I was crushed and a little pissed at myself. I'd pushed too far. What the hell was I thinking? There's no way mom my, this perfect woman, was going to do anything with her own son.

I continued berating myself in my head and was just about to get out of bed, when the door opened again and mom slipped back into my room. Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe mom was thinking the same thing I was. Not that I needed any further encouragement to repeat the events of yesterday morning, but I quickly noticed why mom had left the room.

She'd gone back to her room and took off her bottoms. Despite the AC being fixed, mom returned to my room wearing what I thought was the same thing she'd worn yesterday; a scrub top and panties. Maybe there was a chance after all that mom was having the same lustful feelings about me that I was having about her. But right now all I could think about was getting my hand back on her pussy.

I decided it was best to just take it slowly, like I had done yesterday. Once I felt certain she was asleep I slid my hand back onto her thigh and slowly began moving it up. She stirred once, shifting her body around which caused her legs to spread open slightly. My hand froze, remaining perfectly still until I felt it was safe to continue. Part of me at least wanted to believe mom was only pretending to be asleep and had shifted to allow me easier access, but without knowing for sure, I decided to remain cautious.

Feeling comfortable again that mom was asleep, or at least pretending to be, I allowed my hand to continue upwards, feeling I was only inches away from the edge of her panties. My fingers slide up to the point where I thought I should feel her panties, but I felt nothing but her bare skin. My first thought was that maybe she had on some skimpier panties, so I continued moving my hand up her body. It only took a couple of seconds for me to realize my assumption was incorrect. Mom wasn't wearing any panties at all.

My mind kind of exploded a bit right there, and my cock nearly did too. Mom's breathing hadn't changed much and if she was just pretending to be asleep, she was doing a good job of hiding any arousal she was experiencing.

Me on the other hand, my arousal was pretty obvious for several reasons. One, which mom had seen when she first walked in, was my throbbing cock. I was still laying on my back, so she couldn't feel that yet. The other, obvious proof of my arousal was my heart beat that felt as if it might burst right out of my chest, at any moment. I was as nervous and excited as I had ever been on my life. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. It had been one thing, yesterday, when I felt mom's pussy, through her panties. But now, here I was, my fingers inching across her abdomen, where her panties should have been, with nothing separating my finger tip from her sex.

My heart pounded in my chest as my hand reached the middle of her body and started slipping down to that paradise that I had emerged from, some 18 years ago.

I looked up at her, checking to make sure she was asleep as my fingers slipped between her legs, running ever so lightly across the lips of her cunt. Fuck, this was so hot! All I could think was either please stay asleep or please keep pretending. Either one would be fine, as long as she didn't wake up and stop me.

Now, I may have been virgin, but this wasn't the first pussy I'd ever felt, or fingered. I had plenty of experience in that and I knew exactly what I needed to do next.

Watching mom closely, I pushed my middle finger against her slit, causing her lips to spread, giving me access to her clit. The second my finger touched her clit, her arousal, and the fact that she was just pretending to be asleep became glaringly obvious to me.

First of all, mom was wet. Not just a little wet either. Her pussy was drenched! She was completely turned on by what I was doing to her and I can't explain how much it excited me that I had caused that much arousal in my own mom.

The other reason it was so obvious was that her breathing changed. Mom's chest began heaving up and down as her breath deepened, causing her breasts to push upwards with each breath she took. I couldn't believe this was happening, and no matter how ready, and excited I was, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

As my finger continued massaging mom's clit, she shifted her body again. I paused for a second before deciding that wasn't necessary anymore. Mom wasn't asleep, although she was still pretending to be, and she wasn't objecting to my advances in the least. Quite the opposite actually.

Mom's shifting caused two things to happen; her legs spread wider for me and her arm moved onto my body, leaving her hand resting directly on my throbbing cock.

I moaned the second she touched me. I couldn't help it! Nothing in my life had ever felt so absolutely amazing as having my mom's hand on my dick.

I continued rubbing her clit for several minutes before sliding my fingers down further and pushing a single finger inside her pussy. My god she was soaking wet, and the second my finger pushed inside her, she moaned slightly herself; although she continued the ruse that she was still sleeping.

I slipped a second finger inside her and began slowly pumping them in and out of her hot, wet cunt. As I did, her hand flinched, squeezing my cock in her grasp. Fuck, now I wish I hadn't wore underwear at all. Mom's hand started moving, slowly stroking my shaft through my drawers. The faster I fingered her, the faster she stroked me and I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Wanting to make sure she got off too, I moved my thumb back to her clit as my two fingers slid in and out of her fuck hole. Damn, did I ever wish that was my cock instead of my fingers. But again, I was afraid to push too far. This was incredible and I didn't want to take a chance of fucking it up. I didn't even speak the entire time as I fingered her and she stroked me. Neither did she. We both just laid there, pleasuring one another as we both pretended to still be asleep.

Mom's hand moved again as her hips thrust up slightly when my thumb started back on her clit. She released my cock, slid her hand up my body to the top of my briefs, then wiggled her fingers under them, sliding her hand back down until I could feel her bare skin on mine. Immediately she returned to stroking my pulsing cock and I was getting dangerously close to cumming.

Mom was getting close too. I could hear it in her breathing and feel it in the way her pussy was quivering around my fingers, squeezing them like she could stand to let them out of her.

Suddenly mom clenched my shaft, squeezing it hard as several high pitched, chirping squeals escaped her lips. Her pussy flooded, soaking my hand as she orgasmed. Fuck, I just made my mom cum. That was so fucking amazing!

She continued panting and moaning for several seconds, still grasping tightly onto my rod and still not speaking. Once her orgasm finally ended, she let go of me and I felt her hand join mine on her cunt. She wiggled her fingers around under my hand which made me curious as to what she was doing. It would only take a second more for me to find out.

She was getting her hand wet with her own juices. Quickly, once her hand was nearly as drenched as mine was, she returned it to my cock, slipping it back under my briefs and intently stroking me again. Fuck that felt unbelievable.

Her soaked hand now slipped up and down my shaft with ease, feeling absolutely incredible. She squeezed tightly as she pumped my cock and I could feel my balls beginning to swell. Mom must have sensed I was getting close because she reached over with her other hand, and gently cupped and caressed my sack through my boxers. Fuck that was it! I exploded!Never in my life had I cum so hard or so much. My entire groin area, under my boxer briefs was completely drenched in cum, as was mom's hand and lower arm. That was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had and the best part was, it was my mom who made it happen.

Desperately I wanted to say something to her... anything really! But mom was still feigning sleep, so I decided that now was not the time for talking. Surely that would come later, but for now I would just lay here, revealing in the aftermath of our mutual masturbation, until she went to sleep for sure.

Once I was certain mom was asleep, for real this time, I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Damn, I had made quite the mess and it took a bit to clean all the cum out of my drawers. After that was done I got into the shower to clean the rest of the cum off me. One thing nice about the shower this time, was that I didn't need to jerk off in it. Mom had already taken care of that for me.

Mom would sleep for a while again today, due to working her last shift tonight. All I could hope right now was that at some point before she left for work, we could talk about what happened.

I decided it would be best for me to get out of the house for a while, so I wasn't tempted to keep "checking" on mom. So I text a buddy of mine and went over to hang out at his place. We didn't do much but hang out, play video games, and talk about girls. I wished I could have told him about my morning, but I knew that what mom and I had done this morning is considered wrong by most people; so I kept it to myself.

Around 3:30, about an hour before she would normally get up, I got a text from mom.

"Hey sweetie, I woke up early and noticed you left. Where are you at?"

I text her back. "At Bobby's. Want me home."

Her reply took a moment and I could almost sense her wrestling with herself as she contemplated her response, probably because I knew I was wrestling with the same thoughts.

We shouldn't have done that. Granted it was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, but it was wrong; maybe even illegal. And though I was 18, if anyone found out, mom could probably get in a lot of trouble.

Finally her response came. "Yes please! I think we need to talk."

We did for sure and I was dreading it. I didn't care how wrong it was. I didn't care what the risks were or what anyone thought. I knew we could keep it a secret and wrong or not, I wanted my mom. I wanted to be her man, her lover, the person she counted on and needed. No one could ever love her like I did, and she deserved nothing less.

"Yeah, I guess we do," I text her back. "Be home in a bit."

I told Bobby I had to go, that mom needed some help with something before she left for work. I left Bobby's house and 15 minutes later was pulling into our driveway. When I walked in, mom was sitting on the couch, dressed like she was ready for work, waiting nervously on me to get home.

"Stevie, please sit down," mom started in with a very serious and somber tone. That didn't do much to make me feel good about things continuing between us. I took a seat on the couch beside her, sort of hoping that us being that close would thwart off any ideas she had about putting an end to this.

For the longest time we just sat there neither one of us speaking at all. I could tell mom was nervous and probably a little upset with herself for allowing that to happen. Right now, all I wanted to do was take her in my arms, kiss her deeply, then just hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok.

Finally, after several moments of silence that I just couldn't stand any longer, I spoke.

"M-mom," I stuttered, a little unsure of what I should say, "I'm not upset about what happened this morning." I said, reaching out my hand and taking one of hers. "In fact, this morning was one of the greatest moments of my life." The more I spoke, the bolder I got, as if every word was slowly cracking open a secret, hidden flood gate of passion. "I've fantasized about you for years mom." Her eyes widened considerably at that statement, causing me to feel the need to embellish a bit. "Its true mom, you've been the woman of my dreams since I got interested in women. And now," I continued, "now that I've had a taste, I can't help but want more."

Mom knew she couldn't be silent anymore. "Stevie, you shouldn't say those kind of things to me," she protested. "I'm your mother."

Mom looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment, and I couldn't stand seeing her like this. But before I could say another word, she spoke up again.

"Stevie, sweetheart, what we did was wrong," mom insisted. "Moms and their sons aren't supposed to touch each other like that baby. And I feel like a horrible mother for allowing that to happen. I should have stopped it Stevie."

That pissed me off. It was one thing to admit that what we had done was wrong, no matter how right it felt. It was an entirely different thing for her to criticize her abilities as a mother. And I wasn't about to stand for it.

"Hold up just a damn minute Mom," I interjected, cutting her off before she could say another word. "I'll listen to you go on about how what we did was wrong," I spoke, nearly growling at her. "But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit hear and listen to you cut yourself down like you are."

The look on her face was one of pure shock. I had never spoken a cross word to my mom in my entire life; my dad, sure, but not mom. But things were different now and I could not stand the thought of her thinking she was anything less than the best mother ever.

"I'm sorry mom, but I can't stand hearing you talk like that," I said, squeezing her hand. "You are the best mom any son could ever hope to have. You've sacrificed so much for me. You've seen me through ever hard time I've ever had. And not one time have you ever failed to put me before everything else. Sure, what we did this morning was wrong in some peoples eyes. But who cares. We both enjoyed it. How can something that felt so right, be wrong? Besides Mom, if anyone should feel guilty here, its me. I started this. But guess what Mom, I don't feel the least bit guilty. I love you more than anything in this world. All I've ever wanted is to make you happy. And one more thing Mom," I added, pausing to shift a little so we were now eye to eye. "No one will ever love you like I do, and you deserve that Mom. You deserve a man who will love you with everything he has."

When I finished my rant, I let go of her hand and stood up. Mom just sat there, stunned by my confession. I turned and started to walk away, but paused, turned back around and spoke one more time to her.

"If this morning was a one time thing, and nothing more, I'll live with it. But that's on you Mom. I want more! But I'm not going to put you through some kind of internal hell, just so I can be happy. Dad put you through more than enough. I love you Mom and I want you. Nothing will ever change that."

I didn't give her a chance to respond. I turned away and walked off to my bed room leaving her alone with her thoughts. I meant what I had said, the decision was hers, I wasn't going to push her. But she knew what I wanted and now the ball was in her court.

Alone in my bedroom, I sat on my bed crying. Part of me was mad at myself for starting this, for putting my amazing mother in this position where she questioned herself as a mother. Another part of me was just hurt, and scared. I was afraid I was going to lose the one woman, the only woman, that I truly even wanted to love.

An hour later my phone buzzed and I picked it up. It was a text from Mom.

"I'm really sorry Stevie. I love you so much and the last thing I want is to hurt you. I have a staff meeting so I'm going in early. Dinner is on the stove."

I didn't reply. Not that I didn't want to, but I knew she needed to clear her head, so she could decide what she needed and wanted to do.

Mom left for work. I heard the door close as she left. I didn't feel up to doing anything, so I turned on some music and laid there in my bed. I went back and forth between being pissed at myself and upset that this might not turn out the way I hoped.

It started getting late so I decided to turn in for the night. But I made a decision before I went to bed that night. If mom did come into my room and crawl in bed with me in the morning, I was leaving no room for her to doubt exactly what I wanted. Tonight, I was going to sleep naked. If she got in bed with me, she would know for sure I wanted her for my own. If she didn't, I would know it was over. I knew tonight was not going to be a peaceful nights sleep.

As I laid down, I decided I'd sent mom a text. Although I doubted that she would respond.

"Mom, I love you. Nothing will ever change that. Hope you have a good night."

Before I could even set my phone down, I felt it buzzing in my hand; it was a text from mom.

"I love you too Stevie. More than you could ever know."

Well, at least she responded. Maybe that was a good sign.

As I suspected, I didn't sleep well. I tossed and turned all night, waking up several times, hoping to find mom in bed with me. The last time I remember looking at my phone, it said the time was 4:47am. I fell back to sleep, still wondering what might happen when mom got home.

I don't know what time it was, when I awoke again. All I knew was that I could see the sunlight creeping into my room, through the blinds. "Crap, if the sun is up, that means mom should be home. Slowly I rolled over, expecting to find the other side of my bed empty. Instead, as I rolled over, I came face to face with the most beautiful woman I had ever known. Mom was in bed with me. She had the covers pulled up, but not all the way and I could tell that she wasn't wearing a top.

I didn't speak, just stared into her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at me and I gratefully returned her smile. I wanted so desperately to speak, to say something perfect to her. But no words were forming in my mind at the moment. I was completely lost in those beautiful blue eyes. Mom however did speak.

"Stevie, sweetie, are you sure this is what you want," Mom asked.

Somewhere deep inside me, I found the words I wanted to say to her. "Mom, I've never been more sure of anything. And I've never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you."

Mom moved closer to me, her body now pressing against mine, confirming my suspicions that she was indeed naked under the sheets, just as I was. She leaned closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips. It was a short, soft kiss, but it felt so incredible. But no sooner had she kissed me, than she pulled back and spoke softly to me.

"I've made my decision sweetie," mom started. "I want this too."

I could have cried a river right there. But instead, I grabbed her and pulled her to me and kissed her with every ounce of passion I had inside me. Her lips parted as my tongue pressed against them and our tongues began this erotic dance. Our hands immediately began exploring one another's bodies. There was no pretending to be asleep, the was no hiding, and there was no denying the passion and love that we both knew we shared.

Mom slid her hand between my legs, grasping my rigid shaft. "Stevie," mom cooed out, "I want this cock inside me. I want to feel you filling mommy with your cum."

Part of me couldn't believe this was happening. While another part of me didn't care if this was just a dream. All I knew was that I was about to fuck to woman of my dreams, the only woman I truly wanted; my mother.

"Take me Stevie," mom purred. "Take me and make me your whore! Show Mommy what it means to be truly fucked!"

Lust, desire, complete and total depravity gripped my body as I climbed on top of my own mother. One hand clamped onto one of her breasts as my other hand grasped my cock, rubbing it against her needy cunt.

"I want to make you mine, Mommy," I whimpered to her. "But," I paused, uncertain of exactly how to tell her I was still a virgin. "Its just, well, see I've never actually done this before."

The expression on my mom's face was priceless. It was the delightful mixture of excitement, lust, longing, and passion.

"Stevie," mom began, "are you telling me you're a virgin?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I spoke to her. "Well, yeah. I uhh, well I've fooled around, but never went all the way."

I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. There was no way I was going to stop at this point, but I didn't know exactly how to press forward. So nervously I just continued explaining myself to her.

"I guess," I started out, pausing briefly to gather my thoughts. "See, its just, well, I just didn't want to make the same mistake you and dad made. I didn't want to risk getting some girl pregnant and ruining my life."

Mom's expression quickly changed and she spoke with a degree of seriousness and sincerity that I don't know that I'd ever heard from her. "Steven Allen Weaver," my started out, scoldingly. "Don't you think for one second that you were a mistake or that you, in any way, ruined my life." Mom put her hands on my cheeks, looking lovingly into my eyes. "Sure, you weren't planned, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me sweetie. I have never regretted, for even a second, being your mom."

One of her hands slid off my cheek and I felt it sliding between our naked bodies. As her fingers wrapped around my shaft, she continued, that hunger and lust returning to her voice.

"Are you sure you want Mommy to be your first Stevie?"

It seemed like a stupid question, to be honest. There was nothing I wanted more than to lose my virginity, and no one I'd rather lose it to than my own mother. And the way she asked, calling herself Mommy as her fingers slid along my rod, just sent me over the edge.

"Yes Mom," I breathed out, "I'm sure. There is no one I'd rather lose my virginity to than you."

Squeezing my cock on her hand, she shifted it slightly, rubbing it up and down her slit. The sensation of her hot, dripping wet pussy against my cock was unbelievable. At that moment there were only two things I knew for certain: one, I wasn't going to last long and two, I had never wanted anything, more than I wanted this.

Mom rubbed my cock against her slit more, teasing her clit with the head. Then she moved it lower and looked up into my eyes.

"Just push a little Stevie," my whispered to me. "But go slow sweetie, ok. It's been a while since I've been with a man and Mommy has never had a cock this big before."

Something about those words, and the way she said them just melted me. Hearing my own mother telling me I had the biggest cock she'd ever had, man that certainly caused me to swell up with pride.

Slowly I pushed my hips forward and mom released my shaft from her grasp as it began to slide inside her. I could feel her hole stretching as the tip pushed inside her. The feeling was surreal; warm, wet, and so incredibly tight. We both moaned out slightly as I pushed more, agonizingly slowly, filling moms pussy with my rod.

"Oh fuck Mom," I practically whimpered. "You feel so amazing!"

I felt like such an idiot at having said that. I wanted to be sexy, to say the right things, but my brain was completely useless at this point. The indescribable feeling of entering my own mother's cunt was more than it could process; leaving my mouth to fumble with whatever words it could form. But apparently my words were good enough for mom.

"You feel amazing too Stevie," mom moaned back at me. "I've wanted this for so long."

Her confession caught me off guard. Was she just meaning she wanted sex, or was she telling me that she had been having the same dirty thoughts about me, that I was about her. I had to know!

"You've wanted me Mom," I asked, as I stopped pushing into her; needing to hear her response.

"Yes Stevie," my responded. "Mommy has wanted you for quite a while now. I just didn't think you could possibly want me too."

I leaned my head down, kissing her softly on her lips. "Mom, you are the only woman I've ever wanted. No one else even comes close to comparing to you."

"Oh god Stevie," Mom whimpered out as I resumed pushing, pumping my hips slightly, inching more and more of my throbbing cock into her. "Fuck Stevie, Mommy's cunt feels so full."

Again, her words shocked me. Mom didn't talk like that, ever! But the more she spoke, the more she confirmed that her prim and proper exterior was apparently nothing more than a shell. A shell that concealed dark, dirty secrets; secrets that I loved learning.

"Take me Stevie," mom cried out. "Give Mommy every inch of that huge, beautiful cock."

Mom's hands grasped my hips, nudging slighlty, begging me to take her, but allowing me to be the one in control.

"Please Stevie," Mom purred as she looked desperately into my eyes; her face contorted with lustful desire. "Please fuck me! Fuck mommy's cunt! Fuck the pussy that brought you into the world sweetie."

In mere seconds Mom had transformed from the prim and proper woman I had always known, into this sex crazed, incest goddess. She didn't just want sex, she needed it. And not just any sex would do, she needed me. She needed her own son fucking her and filling her wanton, needy cunt. I needed the exact same thing.

Grabbing her legs and pulling them up, I shoved my hips forward. Mom screamed out as I plunged the rest of my manhood deep inside her in one hard stroke.

"FUCK YES STEVIE," Mom shouted. "Fuck me baby! Fuck Mommy's cunt!"

Hearing her screaming such dirty, unnatural things pushed me into some kind of trance. I may have been a virgin, but I'd seen enough porn to know exactly what she wanted and needed.

Slowly I pulled my cock back, until only the very tip remained inside her. Then I shoved hard, burying every inch back into her fuck hole. My hips thrust, back and forth, pounding my entire cock as deep and hard as I could, into her cunt.

Words were coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't hear them over the cries that escaping mom's.

"Yes baby! Fuck yes! Fuck Mommy's cunt just like that!" Mom's words and the expression on her face were quickly sending me over the edge. I tried to slow down my pace, but Mom wasn't having it. I didn't want to cum to quickly, and I knew if I didn't slow down soon, that is exactly what I would do. But, as I said, Mom wasn't having it.

My thrusts slowed slightly, causing mom to shout at me, begging, pleading for more.

"Please Stevie," mom cried, "don't stop. Fuck me baby! Fuck Mommy hard. I need this Stevie. I need my own son pounding my cunt! PLEASE!"

I tried to interject. "Mom, I'm gonna cum if I don't slow down," She didn't care! She wanted it and she let me know it.

"Yes baby, yes," Mom moaned out. "Give it to Mommy please! Fill Mommy's cunt with your seed baby! Cum for Mommy, Stevie!"

That was all I could take. Grabbing her thighs and squeezing hard, I slammed back into her pussy. Pounding her over and over as she screamed out her dirty, incestuous confessions.

"God yes! Fuck that cunt Stevie! Fuck it like you own it baby! Make Mommy cum with you Stevie!"

I felt my balls tighten and my cock throb inside her as my orgasm boiled. This was it and I knew it. There was no holding back anymore. My cock pounded into her cunt, my balls slapping against her ass as she screamed.

"Mommy is going to cum Stevie," mom cried out. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me and make me cum! Fill your own moms dirty cunt with your seed baby! Mommy needs it!"

"Fuck Mom," I moaned, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you Mommy!

I couldn't have held back one more second if my life depended on it. My hands squeezed tightly onto her thighs as I shoved as deep inside her pussy as I could. My cock exploded! Mom screamed out as I began flooding her womb with my cum."I'm cumming Stevie," Mom purred at me. "I'm cumming on my son's big cock. Oh fuck yes Stevie!"

My hips instinctively pumped as cum spewed from my cock, filling moms cunt to the point it began oozing out of her. We moaned in unison as our orgasms slowly faded away.

"Fuck that was amazing," we said together.

This had to be paradise! Nothing in the world could possibly feel any better than this.

Looking down, seeing the look of complete satisfaction on my own mothers face, made me once again swell with pride. Not only had I just lost my virginity, but I had lost it to the only woman I ever truly wanted; my own mother. And even better, it was apparent that it was every bit as good for her, as it had been for me.

I lowered my face to hers, kissing her lips softly as I released her legs and wrapped her in my arms.

"God Mom," I said in a slight sigh, "that was amazing! Thank you for letting this happen."

Before she could reply, I kissed her again; hard, deep, passionately. Mom's arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tightly against her body as we continued our kiss. Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled her head back a little.

"Stevie," mom cooed at me, "you were incredible sweetie. No one has ever made me cum so hard, so fast. And I'm so happy that I got to be the woman you lost your virginity to."

"Me too Mom," I replied quickly. "I wouldn't have wanted to lose it to anyone else." I paused for a second as I pulled back, staring into her eyes. "But I really hope this isn't just a one time thing."

Mom squeezed me tightly, pulling my body back down against hers. "Oh god Stevie," mom whispered into my ear. "There is no way I can stop now. I think your going to be fucking your Mommy a lot, from now on."

Those words were music to my ears. I didn't know what the future held in store for me, but one thing was certain. Whatever the future held, Mom was going to be a part of it. Not just as the loving, caring mom she had always been, but as my lover and, I would learn, my own personal fuck toy.

Yeah, life was going to be good.