PITCHING TO MOM

It was hard to imagine my mother in that position. I took some of the blame; after all she was doing it for me. I couldn't stand the idea that she would consider marrying Arnold just because we had some money problems.

Reading over the first sentences I could understand someone thinking it was a sexual reference, and I guess in a way it was, because I certainly didn't want to imagine my mother with Arnold. We'd even talked about it. I was upset with the whole situation and actually said to her, "Mom, how could you sleep with that guy?"

She said, "That's none of your business mister, and anyway, I didn't sleep with him." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. She said, "I told him I wouldn't unless we were married." I know that's almost a laughable statement in this day and age, but that's my mom.

I said, "Yeah and if you get married, then what?"

She laughed and said, "I don't know, I'll have headache"

I said, "Yeah, one that lasts for ten years?"

She said, "Oh John, I didn't say I was going to marry him, I only said I'd think about it. Look I want you to go to college, and before we know it, they'll probably be turning off the lights and coming at my credit cards with scissors."

I said, "Mom, it's not that bad, is it? I can help out; the coach told me I might get a scholarship or an offer if I keep pitching the way I've been."

I'd only pitched five games in high school. I was a third basemen with an anemic batting average and a good arm. When one of our pitchers was injured, Coach Hagen threw me in as a last resort. We won the game and I kept pitching. A sinking fast ball and sharp curve were good enough to get us four wins out of five, and the coach started working me up seriously as a pitcher.

I said, "I could make a lot of money playing ball mom, then I could take care of you."

She said, "You're so sweet Johnny." She kissed me, gave me a hug, and said, "You just go to school, I'll figure out the money part."

I said, "Not with Arnold, mom."

She laughed, "Okay, not with Arnold. How come I never meet men as sweet and good looking as my son, can you tell me that?"

I said, "I'll look around for you mom." She smiled and gave me another hug.

That was over a year ago. As it turned out my pitching was good enough to get me a one year minor league contract and a bonus after I graduated. That sounds great doesn't it, like I was on the way to the big leagues. Well the reality is that the bonus wiped out only half of our credit card debt, and I was making all of a thousand dollars a month. That doesn't take you on a trip around the bases. But it was enough to make things easier, even though mom was dead set against it. She wanted me to go to college and become an Indian Chief or something. It wasn't for me, and I thought that if I worked hard enough I could make it playing ball.

Mom and I talked a lot about what we'd do if I ever made it to the Majors. It was kind of a fantasy game with spacious houses, cars, restaurants and all that stuff. And it was her and me. I guess that's how it was for most of my life. And after I graduated, I felt that there was something more between my mother and me. I was aware of the attraction and knew that it went both ways, but I thought that mom wasn't conscious of it.

Her hugs brought her body in full contact with mine, her kisses were more often on my lips than on my cheeks, and I started seeing just a little more flesh than most son's would be privy to. Yes, I was attracted to her because she was pretty and had a good body, but I found it more amusing than real, especially since I felt that she never realized how seductive she was being.

The only other people I was close to was the Bando family upstairs. While I was in elementary school, I always stayed with them between three and six until mom came home from work. Mr. Bando was never there because he was at work, but Mrs. Bando, Laurie, and Jennifer were.

Laurie was about two years older and Jennifer was about my age. Jen was sort of my girlfriend right up through high school. I say sort of because we were more friends than anything else. We didn't do much more than make out in Junior high but when we got to high school, Jen became more aggressive and we got into some heavy petting. I had the feeling that if I tried to sleep with her she would have let me, but I didn't press the issue. The way she talked she probably thought I wanted her to be a virgin until we got married.

That was one assumption she made, there were a lot of them. Mom, the Bando's, and Jennifer, assumed we would get married. It was my fault for letting it go so long. Just before I left for rookie camp after graduation, we were in her room listening to a new CD she'd downloaded, and Jennifer said, "Should we get married in the winter or the spring?"

I wasn't ready for the question and I stammered, "Jen...I don't know."

She heard the tone in my voice and said, "You don't know what?"

I said, "Well, I don't know if the timing is right to get married. I have to see how things work out with the club and..."

She said, "What does that that have to do with us being together...don't you want to marry me?"

I said, "I don't know..." And I didn't

Through her tears, she said one of the most heartbreaking sentences I'd ever heard, "How could you not love me, when I love you so much?"

I tried to make her feel better by telling her that I did love her but...and it's the 'but' that tells the story, because it meant to her that I didn't love her enough, and it was probably true.

Then she went down a totally unexpected avenue. She said, "It's because we don't have sex isn't it? I wanted to Johnny; I thought you...let's do it now Johnny." She got a bit wild eyed and starting taking off her clothes.

I said, "Not like this Jen...Laurie's out there..."

She said, "I don't care. Yes baby now, please, I want to." She took off her bra and came to my arms kissing me with more passion than she'd ever showed. She put her hand on me and I guess I was no longer up for protesting, I was up for sex. I know that she thought that once we had sex everything would be fine.

Her body was sweet and girly. She had small firm tits with BB's for nipples and a slim frame. I was inside her before long and she was in such an excited state to begin with, that it was only after about five minutes of penetrations when she arched a little and made a gasping sound. When I rubbed her clit she went over the top. She was moaning "Oh Johnny..." I pulled out so as not to release inside her. I wanted to come, so I straddled over her belly thinking I would be in her mouth. I know she would have let me.

Now this will sound strange; I didn't feel right doing it. I felt as if I would be taking unfair advantage of her, and so I just stayed there. She said, "Tell me what to do Johnny."

I said, "Just touch me." She put her hand on my dick and I rubbed on her belly until I came.

She said hopefully. "That was great wasn't it baby?"

I said, "Sure." It was her first time, and I guess it was okay for her even if I wasn't that experienced, but it was obvious to me that that there was no magic spell being cast. I was not feeling good about the whole thing. But in my cowardice, I didn't tell Jennifer straight out that it wasn't going to work, and I slept with her a few more times.

The day did come when I told Jennifer that we couldn't go on. It was bad. I didn't like myself very much, but I hoped never to make that same mistake again.

My rookie season helped me to keep that promise to myself. Being on the road, I didn't get involved with anyone for long, but we met lots of women that were fans, some of whom were hopeful of hitching their wagon to a future star. That made it easy to have short term relationships. I learned a lot about women, and sex, in one year.

I still spent most of my time at home with mom. She had broken it off with Arnold and hadn't gone out with anyone since, even though I had encouraged it. She got very flirty when I told her she was too good looking to be alone. She said, "Don't you think I'm getting heavy?" She was standing near a mirror and took a deep breath, ending up in a pose that had her on her toes with one hand on her flattened belly and one just above her bottom. All the right parts jutted out provocatively.

I said, "You've got exactly what men like mom."

She smiled and said, "Not too much?" She put a hand under her breasts and the other on her rear. She had a woman's body and as far as I could see, nothing needed changing.

I said, "Perfect mom; you've got a great ass."

She laughed and said, "I still think I could lose a few pounds, but thank you honey, that's the nicest thing I've heard in a long time. Come give your momma a kiss." I took the short kiss and the long hug, and not for the first time that year, I felt a stirring in my pants from my mother's body.

I came home from a long road trip toward the end of the season and she said, "I miss you when you're away, but I guess you have a good time with all your one night stands." I was particularly turned on to her that day because she had this soft red cotton top on and I could see that she didn't have a bra on.

I said, "I love playing ball mom, but I don't go out that much anymore. It's getting old, and there's one person who's been on my mind a lot."

She hesitantly said, "Oh? You didn't tell me you had anyone special."

I said, "It's a rough situation, complicated, I think I fell in love with the wrong person."

She turned her back to me and said, "I know what that's all about; sometimes we do that." I could see her shoulders slump and I thought I heard a sniffle.

I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I said, "What's wrong mom?"

She was crying softly and she said, "Nothing."

I kissed her neck and said, "Tell me mom."

She put her arms behind her and held my waist pulling me close to her. She said, "Oh Johnny..."

The contact stimulated me and on impulse I brought my hands under her neck and slowly moved them down over her breasts. She caught her breath and said, "Johnny...?"

I said "I've wanted to touch you for a long time mom." She put her hands over mine, but she didn't stop me."

She said, "Oh honey, I thought it was only me, I didn't know you...thought of me like this."

I continued fondling her tits moving over the soft cotton that covered them. When I came across her nipples I could feel them jutting out. I said, "You're the one I always think about." My hands glided under the weighty globes to feel the heft and then I moved to the sides where the fullness of her breasts became evident.

I reached under her top and both hands contacted the velvety flesh of her uncovered breasts and she made a small whimpering sound. I closed my eyes and felt my heart thumping loudly as I held my mother's bare tits in my hands. She said, "Oh Johnny, we're starting something we can't finish." She turned to face me and said, "We can't honey...we can't."

I said, "Why not mom, I can, I want to."

She said, "Oh sweetheart, God, I want to also, but it would be incest...we can't."

I said, "Mom it's just a word, who cares, we want each other, we love each other don't we?"

"Of course we do. I love you more than anything in the world, but I know we'd be sorry if we do this."

I said, "Mom, I love you," and I kissed her fully. She kissed me back without hesitation and moaned as we kissed. I put my hand under her skirt between her legs, and felt the moisture from her pussy through her panties.

She didn't try to stop me as I slowly rubbed her, but she stopped the kiss and looked into my eyes pleadingly. She said, "Please don't fuck me Johnny."

I was shocked, and it wasn't only that she never said that word. I pulled back from her and said loudly, "What do you think, I'm going to force you if you don't want me to, is that what you think of me?"

She took my arms and said, "No baby of course not, I didn't mean it that way, it's me, I don't know if I can stop myself, I don't know what I'm doing. You touch me and...oh honey, I thought it was just a fantasy, and now you have the same fantasy, and it's probably my fault, I made you feel this way, I..."

I said, "Mom you didn't do anything, it just happens sometimes...it's hard to tell yourself who to love, and who to want."

"I guess I found that out too honey, but I can't sleep with my son, even if I want to, I can't..." She started crying and I held her. Her arms were between us and it kept our bodies out of contact, which was just as well. When she calmed down she went and got some tissues and said, "I'm sorry, honey... I'm sorry about everything."

I said, "There's nothing to be sorry about, we're still mother and son, we still love each other, and we'll work the other stuff out...you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She said, "And you won't stop loving me?"

I smiled at her and said, "Never."

I was up early the next morning after a fitful night. If I had any fantasy of a late night visit from my naked mother coming in to my room and joining me in bed, it didn't happen. I left for the road without waking her to say goodbye. Even though I had been rebuffed, I couldn't stop thinking about how she moaned when I held her tits, and how she moved when I touched her pussy. I wanted her more than ever.

She started calling my cell every day and we had long intimate talks. Most of the guys thought I was talking to a girlfriend when I took the call in a quiet corner. When she called and asked what I was doing, I said, "I'm wanting you."

She said, "Oh honey, you shouldn't even say things like that, it just makes it worse."

I said, "So we should just make believe there's nothing between us, we don't love each other, and talk nonsense? That's going make everything fine?"

She was quiet for a moment and said, "No, maybe you're right, we should talk...keep things in the open. Maybe we can even find our way through this...yes... talk to me baby."

I said, "And you talk to me mom."

She said, "I will. I miss you and I want you too."

I said, "Thanks, mom."

She said, "Yes, it feels better to say it...I love you Johnny." Then she said, "Johnny, would you call me Maria? I never heard you call me by my name."

I said, "Okay Maria, I love you Maria."

She said, "I like that, yes, call me that sometimes okay baby?"

I said, "Okay. Does it make you more comfortable when we're talking like this if I call you Maria?"

She laughed, "Oh don't be so smart...yes, you know me, don't you. But I do love you, and I guess I've known it for a while. I didn't need convincing, but when I heard you and Jennifer one day, I knew."

I said, "What do you mean?"

She said, "I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I guess it isn't worse than what I've already told you. I was home early and you two were making love in your room...I couldn't tear myself away. She was so loud, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice, and I was jealous. I wanted to feel those things...and I wanted it to be with you. And I never heard a sound from you, even after it was all over, not one sound. I guess that's why I wasn't surprised when you ended it with her. Was I right Johnny?"

I said, "Yes, you're right, that was one of the reasons, but I didn't really love her mom. I think you were somewhere in my mind, even as just a crazy possibility, but I knew I loved you."

"Oh Johnny," she said. "Did we have to fall in love with each other?"

I said, "I don't know if we had to, but we did."

She exhaled and I said, "Before we say good night and hang up, close your eyes."

She said, "Why baby?"

I said, "So we can both imagine that I'm there, holding you and touching your breasts the way I did before I left."

She said, "Oh John..."

I said, "Mom, will you do that for me?"

She quietly said, "Yes honey." It was quiet for a long moment and I said, "You feel good Maria."

And she said, "You do too; goodnight honey."

Somehow mom felt freer to talk that way than when I was home. I mentioned it to her and she said, "I guess I feel safer when we're on the phone...oh, not from you honey...from me."

When I came home for a few days, she was very guarded, keeping her distance and watching what she said. There was a tension present that had never been between us. I said, "Mom, it doesn't make any sense for us to pretend we don't have these feelings when we're together does it? Can't we just be ourselves?"

She said, "I know, I know...I should try." She took a deep breath and said, "Okay baby, I'll try. You're probably right, it takes away some of the power it holds over me because I'm thinking about it so much, maybe if we don't make such a deal about it, we can both move on." I wanted to tell her that I didn't want to move on, I wanted to move in, inside her, but I was smart enough to shut up.

By the evening she really did seem more at ease. She gave me with a nice kiss on the mouth that tasted good. I said, "I love you Maria." She smiled and said, "Yes, and I love you, and that's good."

I sort of laughed and said, "Is this the new you?"

She said, "No, you were right, we don't have to hide how we feel about each other, because feeling love, and giving it, is what makes each day worthwhile. We don't have to give that up if we're not physical about it, right baby?"

I said, "Right," even though I wasn't crazy about 'Not physical' part of it.

On my final road trip for the season, I called and said, "I'll be home Wednesday evening and I'm taking you out, we have something to celebrate."

She said, "What? Tell me!"

I said, "Not until Wednesday, I'll see you between six thirty and seven, be ready."

She said, "I can't wait."

I rang the bell instead of using my key. When she asked who it was, I said, "Is there a Maria here, I have a date with her."

She recognized my voice and opened the door and said, "Honey?"

I said, "I have a blind date with a woman called Maria. They told me she was hot, so it must be you."

She laughed and got into the game by saying, "I'm Maria but I'm only hot when I'm standing in front of the oven. You must be John." She extended her hand and said, "It's a pleasure, and I'm not disappointed at all."

I reached into my bag and handed her a rose and a Snickers bar. She said, "Ooh, flowers and candy, my favorite. Thank you, John."

I threw my bag into the house and said, "Ready to go m'lady?"

She said, "Ready." She looked great, made up, and dressed up.

As we drove to the restaurant I said, "You're a lovely woman Maria." I put my hand on her knee and slid it over her thigh and said, "You look hot in stockings."

She said, "Do you always take such liberties on a first date?"

I said, "Yes," and she laughed.

At the restaurant we continued talking that way, and it afforded us a way of saying things that we might not have been able to say directly. I said, "So Maria, tell me something about yourself that nobody knows."

She said, "I love somebody...and the way I love them is...inappropriate."

I said, "If the two people are adults, and they're in love, how can that be inappropriate?"

She didn't look at me when she said, "He's my son."

I said, "Does he love you in the same way."

She said, "I think he does."

I said, "I can understand that Maria, first of all you're a lovely woman with a great body, and I can also see that you're a caring person that feels deeply and is full of passion."

She smiled, "Too much passion, John."

I said, "No such thing."

She moved in her chair and tried to change the subject and said, "Now you tell me, what was your childhood like?"

I said, "Nothing extraordinary, but I was close to my mom, and when I got older, I started to struggle with my feelings. She doesn't know how hard it was for me to get to a point where I could accept my own feelings, where I could say to her, 'I love you, I want you.' It isn't easy to tell your mother that you want to sleep with her, and at the same time, make her understand that it's not just about the sex. Maria, I've been with quite a few girls, but I'm not satisfied because there's no passion there for me. I wish my mom would understand that I want to sleep with her because I love her."She said, "I think she probably does understand, maybe she's just not ready to accept her feelings the way you are John, maybe she just needs more time. Be patient with her John; I'm sure she loves you."

I reached across the table and touched her pretty face and said, "Okay Maria, I'll take your advice."

She got excited and said, "I almost forgot, what's your news?"

I said, "They want to sign me. They offered me a three year contract and said I'd be going to triple - A, but Brian thinks I should just sign for one year because if I can win as many games as I did this season, he thinks I'd get to the majors within two years and get a huge contract. As it is, he said that between the signing bonus and a one year deal I could make eighty thousand next year. Eighty thousand! Can you believe that? We pay everything off, get a decent car, maybe even move. How's that mom?"

She was beaming. "I'm so proud of you baby." She was tearing up. "Look at you, wow."

We spent the rest of dinner talking about the different possibilities and when we got home I said, "So Maria do I get a good night kiss?"

She said, "Absolutely." She came to my arms and we kissed as lovers. Our tongues met and I gently caressed one of her full breasts. I didn't push it past that and we broke the kiss after a few minutes. She said, "I guess I'll go in and read a bit before going to bed, good night sweetie."

After about an hour, I knocked on her door. She told me to come in. She was sitting up, holding up the covers. She said, "What is it baby, everything okay?"

I said, "Sure mom, I just wanted to ask you something." She motioned me over and I sat on the edge of the bed. I said, "Remember a while back you told me about hearing Jennifer and me...?"

She hesitantly said, "Yes?"

I said, "I can't stop thinking about it. I imagine you getting excited, and then...masturbating. Did you?"

She flushed and said, "John!" Her mouth was open and she shook her head, not believing I actually asked her that. Finally she copped to it. "Yes, I did...for two days. Now are you satisfied?"

I said, "Wow that's great, I mean, that that you could tell me that. I would have loved watching you do that."

She laughed and said, "I'll bet. Now get out of here."

I said, "Not before one more kiss." She gave me a resigned look and opened her arms. As the covers dropped I could see her nipples through the nylon top she had on. They were large and darker than most I had seen. We kissed and I slid my hand under the top feeling my mother's soft breast and hard nipple.

Then she did something just for me. She reached under the cover and rubbed her pussy. She knew that I knew that she was doing it. She sighed and stopped after about twenty seconds. She took my face in her hands and said, "There, now go."

I felt good that she could do that in front of me and I said, "You do love me don't you mom."

She said, "Yes, I do, now go already."

In the morning I said, "Will you come to the game on Saturday mom, it'll be my last start of the season." We were playing about ninety miles from home.

She said, "Well if you want me to, of course." I hadn't asked her before because I didn't want the added pressure of thinking about her when I pitched, but now it was different.

I said, "Listen, I don't want you driving that junk box, so here's money for the train. I'll pick you up, and get you a room so you can stay until Sunday, then we can go home together."

She said, "That would be great, are you sure I won't make you nervous being in the stands?"

I said, "I'm sure, you haven't seen me pitch since high school and this is a good time, since I've been going good, and the hundred fifty people in the stands actually are encouraging...hey, you're not going to boo me if I get shelled are you?"

She laughed and said, "Never."

We won the game four to one, and I ended the season with fourteen wins and two losses. My manager who had yelled at me all year, even when I did well, said nice things when I introduced him to my mom. Mom asked me why the people in the stands were yelling "Heat," and I told her that had become my nickname and that's what they called that out when they wanted me to strike somebody out. She smiled and said, "Well, it's a good name, it fits you for more than one reason."

I took mom out for dinner and after a walk around town, I took her to her motel room. She said, "Boy, this is very nice." They knew me there and had given me a suite for the same price as a regular room.

We sat on the small couch and I said, "Only the best for you from now on mom."

She took my hand and said, "You're the best, and I can't tell you how proud you make me, you've done all this..." Before she could finish, I kissed her. She kissed me back. I knew that if it was going to happen, the chances were much better away from home. We were two people in a motel room.

In between the kissing and the touching, every once in a while she's say, "Johnny..." which sounded something like; 'We shouldn't be doing this.' But we kept doing.

When her bra came off and she sat there with her breasts exposed, she again said, "Johnny..."

This time I said, "Shh..." and kissed her, taking charge. I said, "You love me, I love you, that's all there is." She didn't say "Johnny" that way again. When we were naked, I told her how beautiful she was, and it was true. She had a woman's body that didn't show her thirty-eight years. It was curved in all the right places and I wanted to mold myself into those curves. She kept her eyes closed as I nudged her into position on the bed. She didn't say anything, but moved as I urged her to. I knew she was fighting her doubts and fears, and she didn't want to see that it was her son that was about to take her.

I opened my mother's legs and she was clearly wet. I could see the sheen on her trimmed pussy and some droplets on the small patch of hair she had kept. I brought my cock to her. It felt like a pipe in my hand. When I put the head on her folds, she took a deep breath, and when I split that soft curtain of flesh, she sighed and I entered her.

I felt the connection in every part of my body. It wasn't just that it was better than being with other women, it was different. I was having her, and craving her at the same time. It was a white hot desire I'd never experienced, and it was because I was inside my mother's pussy. As I pushed forward and slowly penetrated her opening, she was almost crying out my name. I could hear that she was feeling some of what I was feeling. The connection was tight and firm and each stroke called forth a sound from both of us. I was saying "Ohh..." again and again; as I penetrated the place I'd fantasized about so many times, the place a son is never supposed to posses. I was inside her, fucking her, but more than that, I was loving her.

She said, "John..." and "Yes..." and "OH..." and "You're inside me..." as over and over, I pushed into her forbidden opening. She moved to meet my thrusts and clawed at my back. She said, "Oh God, I feel like my heart is going to burst," and I understood what she meant. She got louder and humped higher and cried out, "AhhhOhhh...ahhhohhh..." I looked and saw her eyes squeezed tight in an expression of pleasure that seemed to be reaching the edge of her experience.

I said. "This is where I was meant to be Maria, inside you, with you. Can you feel it m...Maria?"

She said, Yes baby, I can feel it; I feel you. Yes, baby yes..."

I increased the pace and angled into her from a slightly different position and she responded as if I'd hit a new set of nerve endings inside her. With more intensity she said, "Oh yes, baby, yes, yes..."

I wanted to hear her say it was good, and it was right, and I said, "Isn't this where I belong, tell me how it feels Maria."

She said, "It feels good love, it feels perfect. I can hardly stand it baby...oh God..." Perspiration had made her body slick and shiny and I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my face as we moved at an ever increasing tempo.

I drove harder, deeper, faster, and she responded with sounds that lost her breath. Then I heard the unmistakable cry of my mother's approaching orgasm. It filled me with a fleeting pleasure because I couldn't concentrate on listening to her as my quick strokes into her pussy were taking me over.

I released the first cord of sperm into my mother's vault and called out "MOM, MOM..." as I came. A fleeting thought crossed my mind that I should have called her Maria, but it wasn't in my control at that moment. It seemed like I wouldn't ever stop releasing as I filled my mother's pussy with my cum.

As we came, she said, "Yes baby, yes, come inside me, I can feel you, yes, momma loves you, momma wants you inside her, do it love, do it...OHHHhhhhh..." Her cry was very loud and it made me as happy to hear her climaxing, as it was to hear her call herself my mom as she came.

I kept stroking through our commingled juices inside her pussy. When I finally stopped coming and pulled out of her, she put her hand over my soaked cock and said, "So good for me baby...I didn't think it would be like this...oh love."

She buried her face in my chest and curled into me. She got quiet and I said, "What are you feeling mom?"

She said, "I'm feeling as if I didn't know what it was to have sex with someone I truly loved, and I'm feeling...strange. I knew you weren't just having sex with Maria, any more than I was just having sex with John. You were making love to your mother, and I was making love to my son. I can't fool myself into thinking that I'm not. And it was the most passionate physical feeling I ever had, and don't be mad at me baby...but I feel ashamed, of myself. I should be stronger; I shouldn't let you do something you might be sorry for later on. This is incest John and I let you do it. I don't care for myself, and I know you don't think so now, but someday you could hate me for letting you do this, for not stopping you from...fucking your mother. I let you fuck your mother John."

I said, "Mom, if that was all I did, you might be right, but that's what I'm always trying to tell you, for me, it's about loving you, not fucking you. I want you because I love you and that's not going to change."

She said, "And you're not in the least ashamed to have a mother who lets her son have sex with her? You don't think I'm a slut...or a whore? Oh sweetheart, I would feel so terrible if what I did...and the way I came, made you think of your mother as a whore."

I said, "Mom, are you crazy? When I was inside you all I could think of, was how proud I am to have a beautiful mother like you, a mother who really knows how to love her son. And when you came, it was so great, you let me know how I made you feel. It was beautiful. Mom, I will never be sorry about what we did, or ashamed...never. I love you."

She got teary and said, "Keep telling me John, keep telling me that you love me, because I love you so much, and I would do anything to make you happy. I wanted you baby, but I also wanted you to have me because you wanted it, and I want you to know how much I love you,"

I said, "I know mom... or do I have to keep calling you Maria?"

Her laugh erased her worried look and she said, "No you can call me mom...I'm your mom." We kissed, and our hands found each other's body again, and our bodies found each other again.

We spent most of the night making love. The next day was raining and the last game was cancelled, so we headed home. It would seem reasonable to assume that after that night, things would go smoothly; well at least our sex lives, since we had crossed the biggest barrier. But life isn't always logical, and relationships are complicated, especially between a mother and son.

Mom went to work the next day and I lazed around the house thinking about her. I ordered Chinese food and had everything prepared when she got home. She was quiet, and reticent to interact with me, but I attributed it to her workday. She put me off for the next few days telling me she wasn't ready, or for me to be patient. A few nights later, we watched a movie and I couldn't wait to have sex with her anymore and I leaned over, kissed her, and said, "Mom let's go to bed."

She knew what I meant and said, "Honey, listen to me. What happened...happened, and it was a special night, and even though I did tell you I was ashamed of myself, I can't say I'm sorry for what we did. But I can't be your lover, I can't be your wife, I can't sleep with you every night...I don't know if I can be your mother after all that's happened. I'm so confused Johnny, I don't know what I am, and going to bed with you isn't going to help."

I said, "That's just it mom, you don't have to pick. You can be all those things, my mom, my lover, my wife. You told me to keep telling you that I love you, that's because you know that there's nothing more important than that."

She said, "You make it sound so simple, but..."

I said, "It is simple mom. I love you and you love me. That's all there is to know. If we could re-make the world and just be John and Maria, we would, but we're here now, and we're who we are, should we throw it all away? How many chances do people get to have someone who'll love them for their whole life? That's what we have mom, we have that chance. All you have to do is love me."

She hesitated and said, "Baby, you know I do...I'm not saying...it's just complicated."

I said, "Uncomplicate it."

She said, "There's just no future in this..."

Then I stopped. I knew she'd have an answer for whatever I said. I was frustrated, and I said, "Okay mom...I'm going out for a while."

She said, "Oh honey don't be mad at me, don't go."

I said, "Mom I'm not mad." And at that moment, I wasn't; I only felt defeated. I said, "I'm just going out for a ride, I'll be back soon."

She said, "When?"

I laughed, "In a couple of hours."

"Promise?"

I said, "I promise."

I drove around for a while listening to music, and ended up at the mall. Most of the stores were closing. I thought to myself that maybe she was right; maybe there was no future for us. I mean, the odds were against it, the age difference, the attitude difference, oh, and that little thing that we were mother and son. I passed a jewelry store, and a thought occurred to me that lifted my spirit. I went in and bought her a piece of jewelry.

When I got home, I parked and sat thinking a thousand different thoughts. It was almost midnight when I stood by mom's bedroom door. I know I'd had the fantasy of a visit from her in the night, I hoped that maybe she'd also had one about me. I opened the door quietly, but she was up and she rolled over to face me. She said, "Hi John, I'm glad you're home. I missed you."

She sat up and I sat next to her on the bed. I couldn't help but be distracted by how much of her cleavage was showing. She made no attempt to cover herself. Her eyes didn't meet mine. She looked like a vulnerable young girl, almost lost. I brought out the jewelry and said, "I have something for you. While I was out I thought about you worrying about the future. Mom, the future is now." She opened the box.

She said "Oh honey, it's so beautiful." She started tearing up. The ring wasn't a wedding band, or an engagement ring, but it could have passed for either. She said, "You must have spent a lot of your bonus money on this."

I said, "It's our bonus money mom." I took her hand and said, "Do you want it mom? Do you want me?"

She starting crying and said through her tears, "Yes, I want it...yes I want you." I put it on her finger and she reached for me. We kissed, and she pulled the nylon cover-up over her head. She kissed me as I fondled her and when I pulled the blanket off, the dim light from the open door washed over her body. It all looked so soft and creamy.

She went onto her back and opened her legs. Instead of mounting her, I leaned over and put my mouth over her fragrant pussy. She moaned and I began sucking her. I moved into a position where her legs were over my shoulders. I worked her clit with my tongue and pressed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She said, "Oh honey, we're going to make it work aren't we, we're going to take care of each other aren't we?"

I stopped long enough to say, "Yes mom, always." I took her back into my mouth and circled her clit with the tip of my tongue and she moaned and writhed. I did her for a few minutes and then she surprised me. She came sharp and hard, with a quick cry and then a long sigh. She was breathing hard until she evened out. I kept sucking and licking and within a few minutes I could feel her becoming stimulated as her body responded.

She said, "Johnny, Johnny, I need you so much, oh love, be in my mouth, I want you in my mouth." I moved into the sixty-nine position and she hungrily began sucking on the head of my cock. I felt a small spasm and she moaned a little as she tasted the ejaculate of my pre-cum. It was hard to know where to concentrate my feelings, as the sensations from her pussy in my mouth, and my cock in hers, competed. We kept going until I felt myself on the verge of shooting into her mouth.

The picture was not the usual one of a mother and son, with a mother's clit between her son's lips as she sucked on his cock, but it was a picture that had excited my mind long before I lived it. Mom stopped long enough to say, "Oh Johnny, don't ever stop loving me this way." In that moment, I knew that the glass barrier between us had been shattered. The possibilities of what I had hoped for had become a physical reality. My mother had surrendered to us. I knew that there would be many times when I would come in her mouth, and she would come in mine, but at that moment, I only wanted to be inside her, between her legs, in her pussy. I wanted her as a lover and a wife, with her man inside her.

I changed position. Her arms and eyes beckoned to me. She separated her legs to accept me. She said almost fiercely, "I'm going to be better than any woman could ever be for you baby."

I said, "I know mom, and I'm always going to love you."

She said, "Yes, Yes..." as I held my cock and positioned it over her folds. I penetrated her wet opening only far enough to wet the head and then took it out and slid it over her clit. I did it a few times until she moaned for me to be inside her and I sank deep into her center. She gave a satisfied "Ahhh..." as each long stroke spread her pussy and filled her channel.

And as I stroked into my mother's pussy, the part of my fantasy that I had only lately admitted to myself got me even more excited. I thought about a day when I would come inside her, the way I would soon, with long hard cords of my seed shooting deep into her womb, only she wouldn't be on the pill, and I would make my mother pregnant.

And as I thrust my shaft to fill her I knew it might be a while before I could say anything like that to her, but I could still imagine her standing in front of me naked, with a gentle curve to her belly, and her tits swollen more than they usually were, carrying the baby I had put inside her.

After all, it had only been a year since she had thought we couldn't be making love the way we were. And as I pushed deeper into her, I wanted to hear her say the words that would make it a possibility. I said, "You're my wife now aren't you?"

She said, "Yes darling I'm you're wife, I'm your lover, I'm your mother...I'm anything you want me to be." I knew she meant it and that made it sweeter as I penetrated deep into the place that only a fortunate few sons are given by their mothers. She was taking me inside her as if I belonged there. She said, "I'm yours baby."

I pressed in deeply until I was up against her and I asked, "Is it good mom?"

She said, "Oh yes baby, you're so hard and strong inside me, you're what I always wanted, like this, like this, Ohhh..." I lifted one of her legs and cradled it in the crook of my arm. I pulled it back and continued pumping and thrusting as I leaned to kiss her. She moaned in my mouth as the position took me farther inside her than I had ever been.