CONFESSION OF A SON IN LOVE

"Tell me the truth Patrick... Did you have sex with your mother?"

I could not believe that Stacey, my ex-wife, had just asked me such a question. We had been married for twenty-three years and then divorced for the last seven. We have remained best of friends.

Stacey and I had gone out to dinner after work. We had both had a stressful day. After our third drink prior to dinner, we were beginning to unwind. Dinner was great, but the drinks during and afterward was even better! The atmosphere in the restaurant and the congenial conversation with Stacey had really mellowed us out. After being in the restaurant for over two hours, I proposed that we go to my house and continue our conversations and nightcaps.

When we arrived at my house, Stacey sat on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. Rubbing her feet and toes, Stacey said, "I hope you don't mind, but I am going to get comfortable."

"Make yourself at home as always. Take off as many clothes as you want. You are gorgeous and I always enjoy seeing your beautiful body. I am going to the kitchen to make us some drinks. Be right back."

Stacey is a beautiful woman. Time has been good to her. At five feet six inches, 130 pounds she looks fifteen years younger than her fifty-nine years. She has beautiful red hair that flows just over her shoulders. Her relentless exercise regimen has paid her dividends. She measures 36C -- 25 -- 36. Her breasts seem to defy gravity; no sag and pink nipples that look up to the sun from her half-dollar sized areolas. Her flat stomach gives her that hourglass look.

When I returned from the kitchen a few minutes later carrying our adult beverages, there was Stacey on the couch wearing only her panties. She was rubbing the bottoms of her breasts where her bra had dug into her tender skin. Her clothes were neatly folded at the end of the sofa.

"Comfy? I guess I am over dressed," I remarked as I was admiring the wonderful sight in front of me. I began taking off my shoes, socks, and shirt. She watched as I removed each article of clothing. With only dress slacks and boxers remaining, Stacey smiled and pointed at my slacks. I knew that she wanted me as 'comfortable' as she was.

After removing my slacks, I sat on the sofa next to her. I turned to Stacey and said, "Here's to a great evening! I really enjoy kicking back with you." We clinked our glasses together to complete the toast. We sat there on the sofa enjoying our drinks. There was a comfortable silence as we sat together caught up in our own thoughts. We were both feeling good from the drinks, good but not drunk.

About five minutes later Stacey tuned on the sofa and faced me. As I looked in her direction I could see that she had a serious look on her face. She started to say something but stopped. And then out of the blue, she asked the question... "Tell me the truth Patrick... Did you have sex with your mother?"

How do you answer that question? Do you tell the truth or LIE? My first instinct was to LIE. What was to be gained by telling her that yes, I had fucked my mother for so many years? If I told her the truth, what would she think of my mother? Stacey and my mom had been great friends for twenty plus years prior to my mom's passing eight years ago.

While I was pondering the question and my answer, Stacey was staring directly into my eyes. I was stuttering and turning a bright shade of red. "Uh... uh... What brought this up? Why do you want to know?"

"Just answer the damn question, yes or no? You know you can't lie to me. I can always tell!"

She knew the answer long before I gave my one word response. "Yes," I whispered hoarsely. Stacey looked almost relieved as she heard my answer.

"I knew it! That explains a lot! I have suspected it for twenty-five years!" And then, "When did it start? Was it just once or...? How long did it last? When was the last time?"

I looked into Stacey's eyes and I could tell that she was serious; not mad or hurt, just trying to put the pieces together. I moved to her and put my arms around her. As we came together in our hug, she put her lips close to my ear and asked, "Please tell me? Tell me the whole story."

I pulled back and looked at her. I then moved my lips to hers and we shared a very familiar kiss. As the kiss ended, Stacey laid her head on my shoulder. "Are you really sure you want to know? I love you and the last thing I want is to hurt you."

"I love you, too. This story is a part of you. I want... no I need to know!" I kissed her again and then for the next few hours, we talked about the forty-year incestuous love that my mother and I shared.

Chapter 2 - The beginning

I was eighteen years old. I was lying on my bed exhausted. I had just made love to my mother for the first, second, third and fourth times. She lay beside me with a very satisfied look on her face. She smiled and said, "I can't believe that we actually did that! I've known that you have wanted me for a long time, but I never thought you would get the nerve to take me!"

My mother, Ann was the lust of my life. I had been jacking off thinking of fucking her since the onset of puberty! She was gorgeous! The first thing you noticed about her was her smiling face. Her sparkling hazel eyes helped to create a beauty that I have yet to find in another. At 38 years of age she had the body of a 20-year-old. She was a natural red head, but at the demand of her husband, my dad, she had agreed to bleach the hair on her head to a strawberry blonde. Fortunately the pubic hair remained auburn.

Ann's figure was slight. At five foot three inches, she weighed in at only 105 pounds. Her statistics were 34B -- 24 -- 33. Her legs were her most noticeable features. She wore hose and high heels almost every day. Her legs were shaped and toned. Her breasts were perfect! They were perky with half-inch, fat nipples, quarter sized areolas sitting on cone shaped tits. To see them was to want to suck them! At least that is what I wanted to do. Her small ass was high and firm. Both ass cheeks yelled out to be held and caressed!

My father was a very domineering man. My mother was his slave. She waited on him hand and foot. This was the example of the male role in life that was presented to me. I felt bad for my mother having to bow down to him, but as it turned out I recognized later in my life that I had become very similar to him.

Luckily my father worked for the government and traveled three out of four weeks. The atmosphere in our house was like night and day when he was at home and when he was gone. My mother was a completely different person when my father was on the road.

The woman that I fell in love and lust with was the one that appeared as my father rolled out of town. Looking back, I can see that her persona was submissive. She wanted someone to dominate her. She wanted to serve. When my father was gone, that person was I! She wanted me to dominate her and tell her what to do. Being young and unsure of myself, I did not recognize her unspoken needs.

During my high school days, I found where my father hid photo albums of my mother. He had hundreds of photos of her in various stages of nudity. The pictures showed my mother in various poses and positions. 90% of the pictures had her made up and dressed to look like a whore. She wore heavy eye make up and thick red lipstick. Her poses would make a porn star blush!

My father's stash became my obsession. It is a wonder that I did not permanently damage my cock during those years. It was not unusual for me to jack off three and even four times from when I got home at 3:30 until my mother got home at 5:30! And this was five days a week! I could not get enough of her perfect body!

Once she arrived home from her day at work, I would take every opportunity to look at her body. When she leaned forward, I was looking down her blouse to see her tits! When she sat in her chair, I was looking up her skirt to see her shapely legs and trying to see her panties. When she went to her room to change her clothes, I was peeking. When she took her bath before bedtime, I was looking through the crack in the door. I never figured out why the bathroom door was always left open just enough for me to see her gorgeous body!

These voyeuristic opportunities resulted in orgasmic bliss one or two times each night. My mother, my love, my lust, my obsession!

This continued until shortly after my eighteenth birthday. Ann, my mother began to be more open with her nudity when my father was away. When she would change clothes after work, she would leave her door open. Many evenings she called me in to 'help her' with her clothing. She would wear her see through nightgowns, but she would put them on as soon as she got home from work. She seemed to drink more. The more she drank, the more skin she showed and the longer it was on display!

She was driving me crazy! I had memorized every inch of her body. I had to have her! Then it happened. All of the stars aligned and everything fell into place. My father left for the week Sunday morning. He would be gone until Friday night.

Sunday afternoon, Mom and I went to a movie. It was a chick flick and affected my mother accordingly. When we arrived home, I offered to cook dinner. She accepted my offer and fixed herself a drink while awaiting dinner.

I suggested that she change clothes and get comfortable for dinner. Of course as soon as she headed to the bedroom, I was right behind her to peek through the cracked door. I watched as she removed her blouse and then her bra. She immediately took her tits in her hands and rubbed them. The more she rubbed, the harder her nipples became.

Next she removed her skirt. All that remained were her panties. She slipped them down past mid thigh. My mother bent at the waist to remove her panties. This gave me a wonderful view of her delectable ass and the hair that curled down from her pussy. As she stood she turned slightly toward the dresser mirror. Through the mirror, I could see her move her hand down over her flat stomach to the top of her pubic mound. Slowly the index finger of her right hand slipped into her beautiful auburn haired pussy.

As I stared at her reflection in the mirror, my dick became as hard as granite. I wanted her more at that moment than all the other times I had watched her before. She was stunning as she masturbated. As I looked at her reflection in the mirror, my eyes traveled up her exquisite body. Her tits were moving up and down with her excited breathing. And then I looked at the face of my beautiful mother. She had a big smile as she watched me through the mirror.

I knew that all my dreams were about to come true. My mother was putting on a sexy show just for me. Her smile told me that it was OK, she wanted me, too!

I pushed through the door and walked to her. We never spoke or lost eye contact. I stood in front of her in awe, I could not help but think how much I loved her. I had lusted after her for so long and now she was finally going to be mine! I took my mother's naked body into my arms. As we hugged, we both said at the same time, "I love you."

And then THE KISS! Our first kiss as lovers was far from our usual mother / son kisses. Our lips touched and mouths opened for our exploring tongues. We held that kiss for what seemed like wonderful hours. As we broke the kiss to catch our breaths, we looked at each other and immediately began another kiss, even more passionate than the first. Time stood still and meant nothing as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

Finally I realized that I was holding my naked mother, the love of my life. I gently released her, stepped back from her and began to undress. Shirt, shoes, socks and pants came off. All that was left was my tented boxers. My mother dropped to her knees in front of me and slowly pulled my boxers down. As the waistband cleared my cock, it was pointing straight at my beautiful mother's mouth. She leaned forward and kissed the velvety head of my cock. As she continued to pull my boxers down and off, her face was turned up toward me. Her big hazel eyes were sparkling and the smile on her face spoke volumes.

"Tell me what you want and how you want it, Patrick. I want to make you happy!"

I wanted it all. I wanted to make love to my mother every way possible. "Take me in your mouth. I am so worked up and excited, I won't last long this first time."

She leaned forward again kissing the head of my cock. She then proceeded to swallow the entire length of my shaft into her throat, her nose pressed into my pubic hair. It was the most fantastic feeling that I had ever experienced. I moved my hands to the sides of her head and gently entwined my fingers in her hair.

Mom's head began to bob on my cock; no hands - just lips, mouth, tongue, throat and saliva. I was in heaven as Mom picked up an easy rhythm. I could hear that squishy sound that says that there is a wet, sloppy blowjob being enjoyed by both parties. Mom kept her eyes locked with mine as I watched my dick disappear into my sexy mother's mouth. Her lovely face showed her never-ending love for me.

As predicted, I could not last long. The excruciating pleasure from my mother's blowjob was causing the juice in my balls to boil. My hips began to push forward to meet Mom's mouth. Mom increased her rhythm as I neared my orgasm.

"I am going to cum!" I shouted warning my mother of my impending orgasm. She never missed a beat as she continued to suck my cock.

I can't begin to describe all of the sensations and emotions that I felt as the cum erupted through my shaft and into my mother's mouth. If I died right then, I would die a happy man! Mom sucked me dry, swallowing every drop of cum that I could produce. She continued sucking after my orgasm, cleaning me and keeping my shaft hard.

Reaching down, I pulled my mother up and to me. In my arms, I kissed her tasting my cum in her mouth. I picked her up and moved to the bed. I laid her on her back in the middle of the bed. I moved beside her and we began kissing passionately again.

After a while, my kisses moved from her lips to her chin, to her neck, to her ears, to her shoulders and finally to her breasts. I was sucking my mother's nipples for the first time since I was a baby. Her nipples were fat and hard. I enjoyed swirling my tongue around her sensitive nipple before sucking most of her small breast into my mouth. I worshiped my mother's breasts for the better part of an hour. Mom had several mini orgasms that we named 'nipple orgasms'.

Finally it was time to move southward. The next stop was at her navel. That wonderful little indention gave my mother much pleasure as I tongued and kissed her. Now on to the main destination, her beautiful auburn furred pussy!

I moved down between her spread legs. My hands went to the bottom of her respective ass cheeks as I looked upon God's greatest gift, my mother's pussy. The outer lips were red and puffy, hiding all of the treasures inside.

I parted her puffy outer lips with my thumbs. Then for the first time, I kissed my mother's small inner lips. My tongue washed each one of the lips and my mouth sucked them dry. Her flower continued to open as her excitement grew. My tongue dove into her vagina like a man on a mission. Mom began to buck her hips up into my face. Her hands grabbed my hair and she pulled me tighter to her cunt.

"Deeper! DEEPER AND FASTER! You are making me cum!" she screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

I rode her wet hairy pussy to the end of her climax. As she calmed, her body continued to shudder with pleasure and I had not even touched her clit. YET!

I lay with my cheek on her pubic hair. Mom's breathing was returning to normal. I looked up to see her smiling from ear to ear. "Patrick, that was fantastic! Do I want to know where you learned to do that?"

"Let's wait to talk about that until after I show you this!" I told her as I returned my lips to her pussy. I spread her lips and there at the top of her slit was the little man in the boat. Her clitoris was engorged, standing out about a half inch from her mound. The fat, penis shaped nub looked ready for action. After the first kiss, I took her big clit into my mouth and sucked.

Mom reacted immediately. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." she cried over and over. My tongue began to tease the little cock shaped bundle of nerves and Mom went ballistic. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth hard into her gushing cunt. Her hips bucked, she began to cum and screamed, "DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOP! AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

As I was able to pull myself from her wondrous fur mound I could feel that my face was drenched. I wondered if she had peed on me during her climax. But as I licked my lips, there was no taste of urine, just the wonderful taste of pussy juice, my mother's pussy juice.

I came up to lie beside my mother. We embraced and kissed. She broke the passionate kiss and began putting butterfly kisses all over my eyes, nose, cheeks and chin, cleaning my face of her essence.

We lay there with her in my arms. She had her head on my chest. Her left hand found my stiff cock and toyed with the head. There was no sense of urgency to make love so we stayed in that loving embrace for many minutes. As we both began to regain our strength, I rolled her onto her back, looked into her eyes and kissed her with all the passion that I had inside of my heart. I looked into her sparkling hazel eyes and said, "I love you, Mom. I have always loved you and I will love you forever. Now it is time that we consummate our love.

I moved between her spread legs, adjusting my position over her so that the fat mushroom at the end of my dick was at the entrance to heaven. I kissed her once again, holding the kiss as I slowly entered my mother. It was a tight fit, but she accepted me and held my cock like a velvet glove.

We broke our kiss and looked each other in the eyes. A smile filled with love flashed across her face. "Make love to me, Patrick. Fuck me like I have never been fucked before!"

I began making long, slow strokes into her cunt. It was like we were made for each other. She met my every thrust with her hips. Without speaking, we knew when to speed up and when to slow down. You would have thought this was the 101st time we made love, not our first!

My hands were all over my mother's body. I cupped, fondled and squeezed the cheeks of her little ass. My lips could not stay away from her fat nipples. I held her breasts as my mouth tried to devour her tit flesh. But probably the most exciting part of our lovemaking was the kisses. Each one held a unique passion that could never be replicated.

After about thirty minutes of this wonderful love making, we were both ready to fall over the edge. "Now, Patrick. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me as deep and as fast as your cock will go. Squirt your cum deep in my womb. I don't care if you knock me up, I have to feel you cum inside me!"

Her words took me to heights I had never been to before. Together we reached our earth moving orgasms. We held each other tightly until all of our strengths were gone.

"Oh, Patrick. You don't know how long I have waited for this to happen. I have wanted you to make love to me, to show me that you love me as much as I love you. I promise I will do anything for you, any time anywhere. Tell me what makes you happy and I will do it. I am yours as long as your dad is not in the house." She sealed that promise with a toe-curling kiss.

After we caught our breath and recuperated we went on to make love three more times that night, each session better than the last! We slept the night through in each other's

Monday morning I awoke in my mother's bed. She was still naked lying on her side with her back spooned against me. As a normal horny eighteen-year-old, I had my morning erection wedged solidly in the crack of my mother's ass. As I gained consciousness, I began caressing her small breasts and hunching my rock hard cock between the petite cheeks of her ass.

I began giving small, juicy kisses to the back of my mother's neck. She started to wake. Opening her eyes, she turned toward me and smiled. "Good morning, Patrick. I love the way you are waking me up. Do we have enough time to make love before I have to go to work?"

"Good morning, Ann, my beautiful mother. We have more than enough time this morning because you are going to call in sick! We are going to spend the day together. I want to make love with you and then spend some time finding out where we go from here."

My mother turned to face me and said, "Oh God, I love you. As I told you last night, I am now yours. I will do whatever you want, any time anywhere as long as your dad is not in the house. He will not be back until Friday. Tell me what you want and it is yours."

Our lips met and one of our long, passionate kisses began. My tongue passed through her lips and teeth and began chasing her tongue around her mouth. As Mom broke the kiss, she rolled on top of me into a sitting position straddling my pubic area. Her right hand reached down and grabbed my erect cock.

Mom raised herself up above the tip of my dick and aimed it at the beautiful furry entrance of her flower. The velvety head of my cock parted the puffy outer lips of her pussy and she very slowly lowered herself to my pubic mound.

"Mom, you are so tight. I will never get tired of feeling my cock entering your beautiful cunt. You grip me and hold me as I have never been before."

Ann began to slowly rise and fall on my dick. My hands, as if with a mind of their own, went to her beautiful tits. I caressed the small flesh mounds, paying special attention to her fat nipples. I rolled them between my thumbs and forefinger. They became engorged reaching a solid half-inch in length.

Mom let out a soft moan and said, "If you keep that up, I will have more nipple orgasms!'

"I hope so because every time you have a nipple orgasm, the walls of your pussy spasm and milk my dick. I enjoy giving them to you as much as you enjoy having them! Besides, caressing and playing with your beautiful breasts really turns me on."

Mom lowered her torso down to my chest and we again began our passionate kissing. Our kisses were loving and tender and then hard and demanding. Mom's pelvic thrusts on my cock increased in speed as our kisses transitioned into hard and demanding.

"Patrick, are you close? I want you to cum with me. I want to feel your cum splashing into my womb as I begin my climax. Cum with me, Patrick, CUM WITH YOUR MOTHER!"

"Oh mom. You make me so hot. I could not hold my orgasm even if I wanted to. You have already learned how to push my buttons to make me cum. Aren't you afraid I will make you pregnant? How will we explain our baby to Dad?"

"We will cross that bridge when and if we come to it. Now CUM IN ME! CUM WITH ME!"

With that we both exploded into a sweating blur of lovemaking. Our orgasms soared to heights we had never known existed. I never wanted to come down. This had to be somewhere in heaven!

Ten minutes later, our breathing was coming back to normal. It was difficult to catch my breath because my mother had her lips locked around mine and her tongue was buried in my throat!

"Patrick, we make fantastic love together. I can't believe that you are fucking your mother and I am fucking my son! It is so nasty! It is wicked and taboo! IT IS FUN!!!"

We showered together and after drying met in the kitchen for breakfast. We had dressed for comfort totally nude! We had both worked up a hearty appetite, forgoing dinner last night, having our first night of lustful love in stead.

Mom called her boss and told him that there were some 'family issues' that had come up and needed to be resolved. He was concerned and understanding, telling my mother to take as much time as she needed.

We retired to the living room and sat on the sofa together. We looked into each other's eyes. She melted into my arms and we kissed. I was to the point where I could not look at my gorgeous mother without wanting her in my arms with our tongues in each other's mouths.

"Mom, I love you so much and I know you love me. I want us to have a long, loving and lustful relationship. But before we continue, we need to discuss our situation. If Dad were not in the picture, I would want to live with you as man and wife. Dad is an asshole most of the time, but I love him and I do not want to hurt him."

"Your dad is an asshole because I let him be one. I love him and I want him to be happy. His domination of this household is what makes him happy. He totally dominates me - not just sexually, but in everyday life. He is my Master and I am his willing slave. When he is around, he enjoys telling me what to do, when and how to do it. It is my nature to want to let him dominate me and have his way."

"I don't want to hurt him either," She continued. "I love you and the way you, my son and I make love. I want that to continue more than I can tell you. But... we have to work around your dad."

"When your dad is not around, I want you to have the same status that he enjoys with all the privileges that go with it. I will serve two Masters, just separately."

"What are our boundaries?" I asked. "How far can I push? How far will you go? I have watched you with Dad. I found and enjoyed the pictures that he has taken of you. (I hope you remember the two photo albums that contained nude pictures of my mother in various poses, mostly made up to look like a whore.) There are so many things I want to do with you. Where will you draw the line?"

"There are no limits or boundaries. If you want to try something and it won't kill either of us or have us wind up in jail, let's do it! If you like it, GREAT! If not, we know not to go down that path again. I guess what I am saying, Patrick, is the door is wide open to you. Push, pull or lead me through it and we will explore the other side together!"

"I can't believe what you are offering me, Mom. More than anything, I do not want to jeopardize our love. That alone is more than enough to sustain me for the rest of my life with you. But I also have all of these nasty, erotic scenarios floating around in my head that I want to do to you and with you. They are all of the fantasies that I have had the past few years as I jacked off thinking about you and looking at your pictures."

"Do you like your dad's pictures of me? How long have you known about them? Would you like to begin an album of your own?"

I sat there looking at my mother and grinning from ear to ear. "Yes, I love the pictures. I share some of the same fetishes as my dad, probably because I found the pictures about five years ago as I entered puberty. I have used them for fantasy material as I jacked off several times every day since finding them. They have molded my sexuality to a large extent. And YES, when can I begin my own album?"

Mom jumped up from the sofa, bouncing up and down in front of me, her firm little tits and fat nipples going crazy. "We are going to have so much fun! Just listening to you talk about it makes pussy juice run down my thighs!"

I got up from the couch, wrapping my arms around her naked body. "Let me take care of that running pussy juice." With that, I helped her to the soft carpet.

I knelt down between her legs and began kissing my way from my mother's knees up to her upper thighs. As I kissed, I lapped up the dripping juices that her cunt was producing. I avoided her beautiful auburn haired pussy until I had cleaned both thighs.

By this time my mother was arching her back and pushing her cunt up toward my mouth. So sexy! So erotic! I put mom's thighs over my shoulders spreading her legs as far as they would comfortably go. There before me was the object of my lust.

Mom's weeping pussy was beginning to open. The red puffy outer lips were moving to the side beginning to expose the inner wonders of her pussy. My tongue dipped into the opening and slowly slid up and down her slit. When my tongue was at the top of her slit, I avoided her penis shaped clit. The hard nub would give her the orgasm she desperately wanted, but not just yet!

I continued to tease her – up, down, inside, up, down, inside, up, down, inside! Mom was hunching her pussy into my face. She tried to move her hands to my hair to guide my tongue to her clit but I grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides.

"Quit teasing me, dammit! Let me cum! Suck my clit!"

I raised my mouth from my mother's furry red haired pussy and said, "Do you really want to cum? Beg me! Beg me to let you cum!"

"Please, Patrick. I am dying here! I need to cum onto your face! Suck my clit! BITE IT! BITE IT HARD! MAKE ME CUMMMMMMM!"

Hearing my mother begging to cum was almost enough to make me ejaculate onto the carpet. I ignored that urge and took mom's clit into my mouth, sucking that penis shaped bundle of nerves into my mouth and swirling my tongue all around.

"OH, SO GOOD... AIEEEEEE!" she screamed. As the scream was leaving her mouth, I bit her thick clit. First gently and then hard. Mom's back arched. She began to tremble. She grabbed my head and pulled it away from her cunt. She collapsed backward and passed out! Mom had cum so hard, the intensity of her orgasm had caused her to black out!

As I pulled myself from between my mother's legs she began to stir. She looked at me groggily and smiled. She looked so sexy as she said, "That was so intense! Thank you for allowing me to cum!"

You look so beautiful, Mom. I want to cum all over your face." I moved toward her head. She took my dick in her hand and began to rub up and down.

"Do you want to cum on your mother? Do you want to cum on your whore's face? I want to be your whore, Patrick, your slut! Please cum on your slut's face!"

That was all it took. My first spurt hit across her nose and continued to her left eye. The second landed squarely on her right eye. Blinded by my sperm, she continued to jack me off. Three spurts, four, five, her face was covered from her chin to her beautiful blond hair.

Mom looked so nasty.

"I'll be right back! Don't move!" I ordered as I got up and ran to my room. As I returned, 'CLICK'. "The first picture for my album!"

Mom scooped the sperm from her eyes with her fingertips. As she collected the cum, she moved her fingers to her lips and sucked the gooey liquid into her mouth. She continued to 'clean' her face until there was no cum remaining.

My mother looked up at me and said, "Do you want a taste?" I bent down and kissed Ann, my mother as we shared my captured essence.

We made love two more times that afternoon with a nap in between. Each session was simple, pure and sweet lovemaking. No kink, just love!

As evening approached, I watched the local news on television. As the news ended, Mom was nowhere to be seen. I searched and finally found her in the bathroom. She was sitting in front of her make up mirror putting the finishing touches on her face.

Her eyebrows had been penciled long and thick. Below the brows, dark blue eye shadow was blended with black and was smoothed out toward her temples. Her black lashes were thick and plumped. There was a mole penciled high onto her right cheek. Her lipstick was bright red with a black outline.

Mom had laced herself into a black leather corset. The cups of the corset barely touched her pert little tits showcasing her fat pink nipples, just advertising the fact that she had small, beautiful breasts. The garters at the bottom of the corset attached to the lacy tops of her seamed black nylons. At the end of her shapely toned legs, she wore five-inch stilettos on her petite feet.

I raced back to the living room to retrieve my camera. 'Click!' The second photo for my album!

My mother followed me back to the living room. She said, "May I get you a beer before I start your dinner?"

"Please."

She went to the refrigerator, returning with my cold beer. "Enjoy your beer while I begin your lasagna dinner. Yell at me when you suck that one down and I will bring you another cold one."

Four beers later, she brought me the fifth one. "I need to pee," I said.

My mother looked at me and said, "May I go with you and hold it while you pee?"

Wow! What could I say?

"Let's go!"

We went into the bathroom. Mom held my cock and pointed it toward the bowl. A steady stream flooded into the toilet. Mom looked at me and smiled. "This is my job from now on! Let me know when you need to go."

The stream dwindled and the drips quit falling into the bowl. Mom flushed and went to her knees. "No need to shake it, I will clean it for you!"

Can you imagine looking down at your mother... your mother made up to look like a whore... your mother dressed like a slut... your mother licking the last drop of pee off tour cock?Can you imagine looking down at your mother... your mother made up to look like a whore... your mother dressed like a slut... your mother licking the last drop of pee off tour cock?

"Oh, mom. I can't believe what you are willing to do for me! You really do love me, don't you? Are you sure this is how you want me to treat you?"

"Patrick, I want to be submissive to you and serve you in every way. I want you to TELL me what you want. You need to DEMAND that I serve you. I want you to punish me when I do not make you happy. This is what I have dreamed of and waited for. I want to be your slave, emotionally and sexually any time that your dad is not at home. He will always be my Master, but I want you to be my Master when he is not at home. I promise that I will make you happy. I will show you how I want to be treated."

"Mom, I love the way you want to serve me. I am just not sure that I can live up to your expectations of 'Master'. I am in love with you and I want to make you happy. If this is truly what you need, I will do my best to dominate you, but it will be domination with love and respect."

"That is exactly what I need. I love you so much! Thank you for letting me serve you!"

With that, we melded into a hug that demonstrated our love. My mother met my lips and we shared a passionate kiss. Our tongues chased each other as the kiss progressed. As we began to break the kiss, I told my mother that it was time to eat dinner.

"I want you to serve the dinner dressed as you are, naked with your slut make up. I love you made up this way. I want you to fix your make up like a slut as soon as you get home from work every day. We will discuss your wardrobe or lack there of every morning. I want you to know how I want you dressed that night as you go through your day at work. I want you anticipating our night together."

"And I thought you did not know how to be my Master! You are great! Let's eat!"

Mom set the table and served our lasagna dinner. After we finished eating, she would not let me help her with the clean up. "Masters do not help, they inspect to make sure the clean up was done properly!"

We watched a video after Mom finished cleaning the kitchen. We snuggled on the couch, naked and excited. Our hands could not be still. To this day, I could not tell you what the video was about. My mother's beautiful body had my full attention.

"Let's go to bed," I said. Mom got up holding my hand and began to lead me to her bed.

"No, Mom. From now on, we will sleep in my room. It is now our room. You can move any of your stuff that you want into our room. I know that you will have to move back into the other bedroom when Dad returns, but we will sleep together in our room starting tonight."

"Yes, Sir!"

In bed, my mother and I cuddled and kissed. My kisses trailed down to her neck. I found that she had a very sensitive spot just behind her ear and below her jaw. Kisses there really got her going.

From there, I move down to her wonderful little breasts. Her fat nipples were already engorged and extended. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. After a few minutes of this I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and sucked most of her perky tit flesh into my mouth. Sucking as hard as I could, I wanted to 'mark' my lover.

Mom was writhing all over the bed and making louder and louder mewling sounds. I repeated my ministrations on her right breast. Her writhing became more violent. Her body began to quiver and tremble. "Patrick, oh Patrick! I am cumming! Cumming hard! Don't stop! You are the first one to ever give me an orgasm by sucking my breasts. I love it!"

I continued my southward journey down my beautiful mother's body past her belly button to her flat stomach. Her luxurious patch of auburn pubic hair was tickling my chin. Further down, further into her pussy forest. I found her slit with my tongue. Up and down I went. Her puffy outer lips began to open and I was able to taste her essence. She was tart and tangy, smelling and tasting like an extremely aroused woman.

I got up, turning my body around. I swung my leg over my mother assuming the 69 position. "Suck my dick. Suck my cock into your throat! I want to fuck your face!"

Mom did as she was ordered. I felt the head of my peter enter Mom's mouth. Her suction pulled the head to the back of her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down on my shaft.

"In your throat! I want to feel you swallowing my cock! Do you want to swallow it or do you want me to shove it down your throat?" Without hesitation, she gulped my dick down her throat. I could feel her throat swallowing me. What a wonderful sensation!

With my dick buried in my mother's throat and her head bouncing up and down, I went back to exploring her hairy cunt. Both sets of lips were open and I went straight into he vagina. She was very wet and getting wetter. She was humping her mound into my mouth. She wanted more!

And more she got. I moved to her clit. That beautiful penis shaped bundle of nerves was about to be attacked. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked. Her back arched. Her mound came up into my face. My tongue was swirling around that wonderful bundle of sensations.

Mom let out a muffled scream, muffled because my dick was buried deep in her throat. She began to shake all up and down her body. Her whole body arched. I gently bit her clit. She spit my peter out of her mouth and screamed. She was cumming and cumming hard! I continued to suck that hard, half-inch big clit until her climax passed.

I swung myself around again and moved between my mother's legs. I grabbed my dick and pushed it into that fabulous, furry entry to heaven. With one push I was in to my balls. I began long, strong thrusts into her cunt. She again began to respond, her hips meeting each of my thrusts. We found a comfortable rhythm and fucked for several minutes.

Mom began to hold her pussy higher with each stroke, rotating her pelvic mound into my groin. She wanted to cum again! Her desire pushed us both over the edge. I thrust into her, spurting gobs of my cum into her womb. At the same time she was squirting her cum into my groin, soaking the sheets below us.

Neither of us had said a word during the sprint to our climaxes. Our bodies were talking for us.

My mother and I ended our first full day as lovers by cuddling and spooning our bodies together. Sleep came easily. It had been a full day, physically and emotionally.

Tuesday through Thursday were normal days, if normal is a good description. Mom worked and I went to school. We made love each morning as we awoke. I told my mother that I wanted her to be dressed with nylons, garter belt and high heels. This was to be her attire, with that erotic slut make up, every night that week. I became more comfortable with my role in our new relationship. These days were like our honeymoon.

And then it was Friday. My dad returned home! Becoming second Master was not as difficult as I thought it might be.

Mom and I made love Friday morning as we had each morning that week. At breakfast, she reminded me that Dad would be home that night and that we had to pretend that this week had not happened! Dad needed to think that nothing had changed since he left last Sunday. This had to become our routine each week that my father traveled.

Dad was at home unpacking when I got home from school. We exchanged greetings as usual. Dad did not have much to say to me, but that was normal. I stayed in my room studying until my mother got home from work. I came out and greeted her with our mother/son peck on the cheek. All was well.

Mom immediately began her subservient behavior to my father. They assumed their roles. Dad was an asshole and my mother was his devoted slave.

Knowing all of the background that my mother had shared, I truly had to respect their relationship. It fit both of them. I hoped that I could continue my new relationship with my mother, not as an asshole like my dad, but as a respectful lover who could provide the submissive outlet that she needed.

I went out with some friends to give them some privacy. I also told them that I had plans for all day Saturday and would not be home until late. They had been 'hiding' their sexual activities from me since I was old enough to ask questions. The private time gave them time to do their thing without fear of interruption.

Sunday afternoon finally arrived. Dad had packed and was ready to leave the house at 3:00. Mom and I wished him a safe trip and watched him leave in his car.

He was barely out of the driveway when Mom was in my arms, lips on mine and tongues entwined. We sat on the sofa and made out like two long lost lovers. After about thirty minutes we felt comfortable that he was not returning.

"I want you dressed properly. Put on your make up the way you know I like it. I want you to wear a black garter belt with charcoal, seamed stockings and four-inch black stilettos. Come back to me when you are finished."

"Yes, Sir! But before I go, I want to show you what your dad and I did yesterday. He took some pictures that I think you will enjoy. Let me show you where they are."

She went to the entry hall closet that had been added during some remodeling a few years ago. Hidden behind the hanging garments was a locked door that I never knew existed. Using a key that Mom had brought with her, she opened the door and showed me into a large walk-in closet. Looking around, I saw a treasure-trove of leather, latex and PVC clothing of all types along with many BDSM apparatuses that I recognized from some of my online surfing.

"Your dad recognized that you had found his photo albums about five years ago. We discussed whether to hide the albums or to let you continue to look at them. We decided that since you had already seen the explicit pictures of me, it would probably be of more damage to you if we hid them. You may have wondered why there were no new photos. They are all in here."

Mom turned and pointed to a wall of shelving. There were about ten or twelve photo albums on the highest shelf in the closet. She reached up and brought down the top album.

"This is what we did this weekend. Take the album out into the living room. Look through the photos while I get dressed for you. Then we can look at them together. There may be something in there that you might like to try!"

I sat on the sofa and opened the album. The first picture gave me an instant hard on! Mom was dressed in a full body, black leather suit with a high- neck slave collar. There were snaps and belts strategically located. She also wore a black leather hood that covered her entire head. There were two openings for her eyes and one at the tip of her nose for breathing.

A succession of about twenty pictures showed the snap flaps over her breasts undone. Her beautiful little titties were sticking out through the opened flaps. Attached to her hard fat nipples were nipple clamps. Sizable weights were attached to the nipple clamps by short chains. Mom was made to bend over at the waist shaking her breasts so that the weights swung to and fro pulling and twisting her nipples.

Another series of photos showed the genital flap undone. Her gorgeous auburn haired pussy was on display. Her red engorged outer pussy lips were treated as her nipples in the last pictures. Clamps and weights were used to stretch and separate her lips. Smaller clips were then attached to her wet shiny inner lips. The coup de gras was the painful alligator clip that was clamped onto her large penis shaped clit!

The next series showed my mother naked except for a wide white leather slave collar. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. A red flogger came into the pictures and began to strike Mom's pert little titties. Her back arched forward offering her nipples to the beating. Her breasts became redder and redder as the blows continued to rain on her tit flesh. Her face showed that as the beating became more severe, her excitement grew stronger ending into a strong climax.

The final series had Mom again handcuffed. She was laying on her back with her thighs spread wide. My mom's beautiful auburn haired pussy was wide open. That same flogger came into view. Slap! Slap! Slap! Mom's pussy was struck repeatedly by the flogger. Her hips arched off the carpet. Slap! Slap! Slap! Her facial expressions showed her writhing into a mind-blowing orgasm. My mother was a pain slut!

I could not believe what I had just seen. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. I was sorely tempted to stroke it while waiting for my mother.

About that time, my mother came out of our room dressed like a whorehouse prostitute. Her toned calf muscles flexed and rippled as she walked toward me on her black stilettos. Her perky little titties jiggled with her strides. Her heavy make up was superbly applied. Her blond hair looked like she had just left the beauty parlor. This was my mother, my lover, my slut! I had never loved her more than at that moment.

I ran to our room and brought back the camera. "CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!" I began taking pictures for my album. "Model for me. Turn slowly to your left. Keep turning."

"CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!" Mom was absolutely stunning. Her small ass cheeks were screaming for some one to grab them, to hold them and to molest them! As she was turned completely away from me, she spread her legs and bent from the waist. This opened her ass crack showing her puckered rosebud. Below was the auburn colored fur wrapping around from her wet cunt.

My belt and pants came flying open. I pushed my pants and boxers to the floor as I stepped out of them and toward my mother's backside. My dick went to my mother's cunt like a targeted missile. The large velvety head of my dick entered her slick inner sanctum, being enveloped by her moist heat. One push, two pushes and I was buried balls deep in my mother.

We shuffled across the floor to the coffee table. Mom needed the table for balance. Once there, I grabbed her by the hips and began stroking into her hard and fast. Mom began to scream. Her first orgasm was upon her. I slowed and pumped her through her climax.

Then the rhythm picked up and was harder and faster than before. Another scream and she had another orgasm. More stroking and finally we both yelled out and our orgasms came together. As I was pumping cum into her cunt, Mom began squirting her own cum. I was drenched. Her legs and feet were covered in her girl juices. There were puddles of her nectar on the coffee table and the carpet below.

Mom fell to the floor. Her legs and knees were too weak to support her. I went with her as she fell. I landed on top of her and quickly took her into my arms. We kissed. Oh those wonderful, sloppy, wet, passionate kisses! They are almost the best part of making love with my mother!

We lay on the floor kissing and recuperating from our wonderful lovemaking for the better part of an hour. Mom began to giggle.

"You must have liked the pictures of last night's torture session! The way you fucked me, you were really turned on!"

"The pictures did turn me on. I was rock hard after looking at you in those pictures. But the real reason that I fucked you the way I did was because of the way you looked when you came into the room. You were exquisite! As you were modeling for me, I saw the look on your face, the gleam in your sparkling hazel eyes. You were happy. You loved me and were happy to serve me! That is why I loved you the way I did.

"The pictures were great and I really enjoyed looking at them. But I do not have to see you humiliated and in pain to get myself turned on. If you need it from me, I can give it to you occasionally for our excitement. We will play that by ear. Even though I am still learning, I am happy in my new role as your gentle Master. We will do many kinky things together because that is your nature, but I want most of our time together spent in making love!"

That was the first eight days of our relationship. We continued that unique love affair for forty years. We loved each other through my two marriages. We loved each other through my father's unfaithfulness. We shared many moments of wonderfully kinky sessions, but there was always love. Many times miles separated us, but the love never stopped.

I made love to my mother for the last time four days before she died. She knew that the end was near. "Patrick, I want to feel that dick of yours inside me one more time." With tears forming in my eyes I pulled down the bedclothes and moved the hem of her gown to her waist. She spread her legs and that wonderful furry place that I knew to be heaven was offered to me one final time. I very gingerly moved above her supporting my weight above her. With her frail delicate hand, she guided me home.