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I'd really like to give you something extra special
for your birthday Mark," said Mum, as we stood in the
kitchen in the early evening, "but I don't know what.
Mum was not the kind of woman who would immediately cause any man's cock to give a jump.
Her hair was brunette, and now at 35. She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into.
She was rather tall, about 5 foot 7, and she was
a size 12 dress size. She did have sensational tits 38D,
and her arse was pleasingly broad, her legs were
shapely. She wore rather short dresses, and tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always crossed her legs, and her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her thighs and arse. She was well-proportioned in a comfortable way, though with a bit of a belly. But to
me, she was the ultimate object of beauty
and desire.
"Thirteen is such a special birthday. You are now a teenager, You should have something that you really want a lot," Mum continued.
"Well, Mum, what I really want a lot is a big hug and
kiss from my mum."
Mum laughed. "Oh, you can have that anytime," she said.
"Yes, but now that I will become a teenager, I want a real
adult kiss. You know, not just a mummy kiss, but a
adult kiss."
"Well, most mummy’s do tend to be women," Mum said
playfully.
"Yes, and my Mum is a woman I would love to get
a real kiss from. You know what I mean."
"Hmm. I'm not too sure about that idea."
"Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me
something I really wanted a lot. I guess you didn't
actually mean it."
"Now wait a minute!" Mum said. "Of course I meant it. Uh--you are just joking, aren't you--about the
kiss, I mean."
"No, Mum, I am not joking. What I would
really like most is a adult kiss from my mother."
Mum sort of giggled in an embarrassed way. "Aw, come
on, Mark. Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, Mum,just forget it. Get me
some books for school or something”.
"Darling, you are really being hard on me.
She touched my cheek. "Now do you honestly mean
all this stuff about an kiss?"
I consider a real kiss from my
Mum as more than just stuff!" I said.
She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from
here.
We do play around a lot, Mum and myself,
and I knew that she still wasn't sure whether I was serious.
"Look, Mum," I said, taking her hand, "I'm just comimg
a teenager. Is it asking too much to want just one real
kiss from the person who means more to me than anyone else in the world?"
Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. "And
that's what you really want? Honestly?"
"Yes Mum. That's what I want."
Mums embarrassment returned. "Well, when do you want
this--uh--gift?" (My birthday was less than a week
away.)
I smiled at Mum. "Well, we could practice up a little
bit right now--just so you'll know exactly how I want
it, you know."
"Oho!" Mum laughed,
blushing prettily.I think maybe you're trying to get more than just one."
"Aw, Mum, I wouldn't pull a trick like that. It's just
that I haven't had any experience with girls in this way,
and probably it will take you a while to get used to
the idea of kissing me in an adult way.
You do want to do it just the way I really want it, don't you?"
Mum laughed again.
She was being a really good about the whole thing.
"Pretty slick," Mum said,
"but I guess I let myself in for it."
She looked at me for a moment and then said,
"All right, my big boy. Let's do it."
She stepped up close to me and I wrapped my arms around
her. She put her warm, soft arms around my neck. She
lifted her face to me and closed her eyes as I brought
my lips down to meet hers. The kiss was warm and sweet,
but Mum kept her lips tightly closed and a little
stiff.
"Well, how was that?" She started to step back, but I
held her close.
"It was really nice Mum, but I think it was still
more of a mummy kiss”.
"How did I get myself into this?" Mum muttered.
Then she sort of shrugged as if to say "Oh well, what the
hell?" and raised her mouth to mine again.
This time Mums lips were much softer and more relaxed,
slightly parted. Her warm, soft body was pressed
tightly against mine, and my cock, which had been
rising for some time, pushed against her lower belly.
Oh God, she must feel it! I certainly felt the swell of
her tits against my chest. This time the kiss went on
and on. Mum seemed to be determined to prove that she
was really trying and wanted to make me break the kiss
before she would.
Well, I wasn't about to break it!. I had kissed a few girls, but God! those kisses were nothing like this!
Finally Mum pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly.
She was breathing hard, as was I. "Whew!
Now that had to be adult enough for you, wasn't it?"
"Oh God, yes, Mum! One more should really do it."
I pulled her back tight against me, though she
struggled feebly and protested laughingly,
moving her head around to keep me from consummating the kiss.
"No, That’s fair! Cheat! Cheat!" she cried,
but she was laughing gaily as she said it.
Then she relaxed again, pushed her delectable body against mine once more, and replaced her soft arms around my neck.
"Oh all right, greedy Mark." And she gave me
another nice soft kiss.
She pulled away sooner this time, however, but it
seemed that she didn't really want to. She was blushing
and laughing in an embarrassed way.
Later that evening I caught her in the kitchen,
grabbed her and planted another big kiss on her mouth.
She struggled a bit at first, but then
relaxed and kissed me back with soft, parted lips. She
wouldn't prolong it as long as I wanted to, but she
looked at me tenderly and said,
"Good night, lover boy."
The next afternoon as I came in from school I
approached her more politely. Please can I have another practice kiss?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I can trust you when you say 'just one,'"
Mom said, but she came into my arms for a nice
soft kiss that lasted a long time.
The feel of her warm arms around my neck, her tits against my chest, and her belly against my hard cock was overwhelming.
Finally Mum pulled her head back, but kept her arms
around my neck.
"These kisses are getting pretty serious," she said.
"Serious? I think they're a lot of fun. Don't you?"
Mum looked at me for a long moment, then answered,
"Yes, darling , they are a lot of fun.
I haven't been kissed like this since your dad left me."
Then she put her lips back on mine.
This kiss actually turned into a series of kisses,
getting softer and wetter and more passionate as we
progressed.
I think that it must have been a full five
minutes that we smooched and nuzzled in a very warm loving way. I began to be afraid that my hard young cock was going to go off in my jeans. God!
How could she not feel it, it was so hard against her and actually twitching and throbbing? I was in sheer heaven except for that one fear. I don't know what I would have done
if I had orgasmed.
But then I noticed that Mum was sort of trembling too now and almost panting.
Finally Mum pushed me very decisively back. "I think
that's enough practice for one day," she said. "We
don't want to wear out your lips before your birthday."
"Thanks Mum. I don't know if I can wait until
then for some more, though."
Mum just laughed in that embarrassed way and began to
start supper.
The next day I came in at about the same time and found
Mum working in the kitchen. I came up behind her
and put my arms around her waist, and my hips against her
big broad arse.
I began kissing her neck and cheek. She sort of giggled and shook her head. "Here's that wild kisser again!"
she exclaimed.
She kept working as I continued to hold her, stealing a
kiss on the cheek or neck from time to time. She didn't
try to stop me at all. Again my young cock was
standing to attention, now poking into her bum crack.
Finally I started nibbling on one of her ears. "Ooh!
That tickles!" Mum cried out.
She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. She lifted her lips willingly to mine.
" I guess you need more practice," she murmured.
And practice we did, very lovingly for several minutes.
Then we heard someone else coming and
had to break apart hurriedly. I quickly sat down to
hide my erection from mum’s friend Bronwen, who walked in the Back door. She had come around for a chat with mum.
The next day offered no real opportunities at all
except for a quick kiss good-bye and hello as I went to school. Feeling very frustrated and horny, I hung around hoping that somehow we would get a little time alone. At first I thought that Mum was completely oblivious to my
desires, but once she looked at me with a sort of
amused expression and winked.
I knew then that she commiserated with me at least, and I hoped that she
felt a bit of longing herself.
The next evening Mum stayed up reading a book
that she said she wanted to finish.
I approached Mum where she was sitting
on the end of the sofa.
I sat down on the arm, twisted around to face her, and leaned forward to kiss her.
This time we didn't say a word. Mum leaned her head
against the back of the sofa and let me go ahead with
the kisses. She had her eyes closed, but looking down,
I could see, down inside her blouse, the tops of her
nice large breasts.
I put my arm around her, brushing across one tit as I did so. Mum jumped a bit at this, but we continued to kiss warmly.
As the kissing continued, getting more and more
fervent, I wound up practically sitting on her lap.
Our mouths were opened farther and farther. Finally I
actually felt Mum’s tongue and was quick to respond.
Soon our tongues were happily playing together, and the
saliva was flowing freely. Our mouths and chins were
getting very wet. I began feeling a bit too bold at
this point, gradually working a hand closer and closer
to Mum’s tits.
I thought that she was aware of what I was doing, and maybe she was, but I made the mistake of acting too soon, deliberately grasping a generous handful of soft breast.
Mum immediately reacted by shoving me off, struggling
to her feet and saying that she had to get to bed.
I stammered an apology, but she ignored it and headed
upstairs.
leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness
and wondering whether I had screwed up the whole
relationship. I didn't sleep very much that night.
The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mum
greeted me warmly in the morning, even giving me a
kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot better. I tried
to apologise again about the night before, but she put
her fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly
again.
I went off to school with a much lighter heart,
and even managed to stay awake through all my classes.
That night after supper, however, I was so sleepy that
I fell asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up.
Mum was sitting beside the dining room table, where she
apparently had been writing letters. She was turned
aside from the table and her legs were crossed, her
skirt hiked well up, and one delightful full thigh
could be seen all the way to her arse. I lay there on
the sofa gazing at the lovely sight.
Finally I got up and approached Mum.
She smiled at me warmly. "I've been waiting for you to
wake up, darling."
I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward
for a kiss. Mum responded as warmly as ever, and I
moved closer as kiss followed kiss. I was actually
leaning against the thigh that she had up across her
other leg.
Now I swear that I did not deliberately push
her skirt higher, but our movements as I put my arms
around her waist had that effect.
There was an awful lot of bare leg there, very smooth and very soft.
The kisses quickly moved on to the deep variety as on the
previous night, and Mum seemed especially passionate in
the way she nibbled at my lips and licked and traded
saliva with me.
Finally we paused for breath, and she laughingly wiped
both our mouths with her hand.
She had made no move to pull down her skirt, which was now at a very risqué level. I guess I hadn't learned my
lesson from the night before, because I impulsively
bent my head to kiss Mum’s bare knee.
She put one hand on the top of my head, but she made no effort to push me away.
Rather it seemed like encouragement.I began to kiss her thigh, gradually moving higher.
The skin was so delightfully smooth and soft. I moved my right hand down to her thigh and continued to kiss it.
Soon my hand was well up her leg in fact, grasping her
arse cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost
licking right up to her very high hemline,
and in fact pushing that hemline even higher.
I was in heaven! Those thighs had been the source of many hours of fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I
could have stared forever at the glorious beauty.
To kiss them had seemed an incredible dream. And now...
"Darling," Mum said softly, taking my face in both hands
and lifting it up, "tomorrow is your birthday.
I think we'd better stop for now.
I'll see that you get that gift you want so much. But right now it's bedtime."
I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm
kiss good night. I went to sleep with the feel of those
soft thighs in my head, and I had the most delightful
wet dream I ever had.
At last the big day came. It was a Saturday.We never made a very big deal about birthdays at home normally. We had a cake
for me at lunch time, and I got a couple minor gifts.
But I was a bit depressed, because I couldn't figure
out how I would get my kiss of Mum. I needn't have
worried.
Mum stood by the window looking out. Then she turned to me and gave me a kiss and said that she would be back down
in a little while. Then she went upstairs.
I didn't know what to do. I got a Coke and sat down at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do.
I was so wrapped up in my dilemma that I didn't hear
her coming, but suddenly I looked up and there she was.
Mum was wearing a cotton robe. As she passed in front of the window, I thought that I could see through it enough to tell
that there was no other garment underneath. Then Mum
was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly in
the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me
tenderly, very gently, and murmured,
"Happy birthday, my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you."
Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her
hips.
She stuck her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips.
I responded in kind. "Mmm, you taste good!" Mum murmured softly.
We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down
to caress Mum’s bare knees and then gradually moved
them up her bare thighs under gown. She made no
attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead
the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my
goal and discovered, as I had hoped, that she was
wearing no knickers. I gently squeezed and caressed her
smooth arse cheeks, then gradually worked one hand
around to the front and brushed her thick crispy pubic hair at her pussy.
Then she was fumbling at the front of her gown, and
in a moment it fell open completely. She took my head
and pulled it against her large breasts. I nuzzled
into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness.
Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard
nipple into my mouth
Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her
ass and pussy. She spread her legs wider, presenting
her hairy mound freely to me. I rubbed the mois lips
of her pussy, then slid a finger tentatively inside.
Mum pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther
inside. I began finger fucking her, as she responded
with her belly, humping her hairy pussy against my hand. More
and more frantically she jerked and pushed, bucking her
hips to get more and more friction on her clit. Then
she was moaning and gasping as she came beautifully,
murmuring,
"Oh God, darling! Oh God! Oooohhh! Mark,
Darling , Darling!" Her pussy had become very wet and I felt
the vaginal muscles twitching and grasping.
After a few minutes of hard breathing, Mum finally said
in a sort of thick voice, "But I'm supposed to be
giving you the gift. Come on, Mark darling. Take your dear old mother up to your room and. Isn't that the
gift you really want?"
"You bet that's what I. We hurried up the stairs. I lifted up the tail of Mum’s gown so that I could watch her arse cheeks as we went, and she giggled delightedly.
In my room I wasted no time yanking that her gown off
Mum, even tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid.
Then Mum was just as eagerly helping me to strip off my
T shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all
undressed except for my boxer shorts. "Let me do it."
She knelt before me and slowly pulled the shorts down,
watching as they stretched to the limit to slide over
the end of my hard young cock. As my inspired rod leaped
free, Mum laughed out loud and cried,
"Whee! There it is at last! Ooohh! What a beauty!
Now I can do more than just feel it poking into me when we're kissing."
She laughed delightedly as she took my cock in her
hands and kissed the tip of it, nibbling a bit at the head.
Then she jumped onto my bed and spread her legs wide.
"Here I am, Mark!
"Come and get it, it’s all for you, darling!"
I didn't need any more invitation than that!
But I did stand there just a moment to let my eyes
rejoice at that fantastic sight. There was my Mother.
Nice big tits with their dark nipples standing hard, her legs with smooth white thighs spread delectable mound,
covered with an abundance of dark brown pubic hair, through
which the swollen lips of her gaping pussy.
Then I climbed on her. My mum’s fingers took
hold of my hard young cock and guided it to her hairy pussy, her wet love passage. "Come on, Darling," Mum said.
"Push that beautiful young dick into your Mummy’s wet
pussy! Push it all the way in!
I slowly pushed, and my cock sank in to her slippery
Cunt inch by inch until my balls were right against
Mums arse.
Her cunt was amazingly hot inside. God, it
felt good! For a moment I just lay there savouring the
situation. I actually had my dick (as Mum always called
it) deep in my mother's juicy hairy pussy.
The impossible dream had somehow come true.
"Oh God, Mum!" I whispered hoarsely.
"I love you! OH GOD, I LOVE YOU MUM!"
I was just overwhelmed by an my love for this woman who was now giving me the ultimate gift that any mother could give to her son.
"Ooohhh, Mark My Darling Boy, I love you too!
Go ahead and show me how much you love me!
Fuck me, darling! Fuck your Mummy!"
I knew that I wouldn't last long if, but my wet dream of the night before helped me to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mum slowly, pulling way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in.
I could feel every inch of Mum’s sweet wet cunt as I
moved in and out of her.
I put my mouth on hers, and we kissed passionately like the lovers we had become, not “mummy kisses” and yet I never felt more like her son than then, when I was fucking her for the first time.
She was now my lover, but most of all “MY MUM!”
Mum moved her hips in exact response to my slow
fucking, pulling back as I pulled out and lifting her
hairy cunt to meet me as I shoved my hard young cock in her. She began to make strange noises with her mouth, sort of a humming and murmuring into my mouth, almost like purring.
I found myself replying to this with repeated sounds of
pleasure: "Mmmm!"
It just felt so damned good to be inside this wonderful place, Mum’s special place. Her mature wet hairy pussy!
Gradually we began to pick up speed and the forcefulness. When I pushed back in, I would do it a little harder.
Mum’s hips and arse joined me in perfect unison.
I don't know how I held out so long.
My cock felt on fire the whole time, with a tremendous prickly sensation.
Mum had both her hands on my arse, sort of guiding
my speed and motions.
Finally we both seemed to feel at the same time that way were both about to climax.
I began to thrust into her pussy hard and fast, and Mum’s belly leaped up to meet me. Suddenly she cried out in my ear,
"Oh fuck me, Mark! Fuck me hard nowDarling! Give it to me! Fuck! Fuck! OoooHH FUCK ME!!"
I began to ram into her furiously, slamming her arse
down into the bed, but she bounced right back up for
each thrust, humping her cunt at me for all she was worth.
I was really pounding it to her and she was taking
everything I had and asking for more. The bed was really taking a beating.
There was a "squish--squish" sound as my cock pistoned into her sopping wet pussy.
My balls were slapping against her arse on each plunge.
She had her knees way up, opening herself to the
fullest for my young prick.
I felt the heat in my cock build even more, and I knew
I was going to come.
"Mum," MUM, "I'm about to cum!"
Mum sort of screamed at this and her arse just went
crazy.
leaping and bucking like mad. God! I would never
have believed that her beautiful big hips could move
that fast!
My cock finally just boiled over, and I began spurting my hot young cum into Mum’s wet hairy pussy.
Mum gave a long, muffled scream into my mouth, and suddenly she stiffened up. Her whole body, trembling violently, arched up off the bed, lifting us both into the air.
For long moments she hung there shuddering, her pussy muscles grasping at my hard young cock, as we climaxed gloriously together.
Then she collapsed under me and we both lay there
exhausted, panting into each other's open mouth.
Mum was just sprawled out wide open, her legs totally
relaxed wide and spread out, her tits spread out on her
chest,her nipples were rock hard, her lips very loosely open under mine.
I lay completely on top of her, just as thoroughly relaxed,
my cock, still hard, buried in her overflowing
hairy pussy. I knew that the bed had a growing pool of our
cum under Mum’s arse.
From time to time a little ripple, sort of an aftershock, would run through Mum’s pussy.
As I slowly came back to my senses, I felt the
overwhelming impact of what we had just done. Never would life be the same again.
Never would our relationship be that sort of k**ding friendship that we had enjoyed. No, something wonderfully new had replaced it.
My mother, my own beloved Mum, had given her body
to me, had willingly taken my young penis into her vagina,
had fucked me with joyous abandon!
My fantasies of such an event had been great, but to have them come true, true beyond my wildest imagination--ah, God, what a stupendous miracle!
I began to stroke Mum’s soft body again, and she stirred under me.
"Oh,Mark!" she finally whispered. "Oh,darling ! That was absolutely the best fuck I ever had in my whole life! Wow! Did I ever cum! Oh, honey, you made your mother feel so-so goddamned good!"
She shuddered again as she said this, and her cunt gripped my still hard young cock again.
I had never heard my mother swear before, but I understood. This was something so totally different from everything in her life before that it just demanded a stronger means of expression.
"Oh, Mum, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the
most wonderful present that could ever happen to me!
Oh, Mom,
I just can't begin to tell you how much I love you!
I'm just overflowing with love for my you,
my wonderful Mother!"
Mum laughed happily beneath me, her body shaking.
"I noticed that. You have made me overflow all over your bed."
Somehow this struck both of us as just being hilarious,
since we were bubbling with happiness.
We laughed together. Our laughter shook her pussy and my cock, which was still semi hard.
"Ah well."
We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our love, and wondering about how it had developed in this way.
"I knew when we kissed that first time, that you really wanted to fuck me," Mum said.
"And when I let those kisses continue, I knew that I wanted to fuck you.
And you know what!!, I don't feel guilty at all.
I love you more than anyone else in the world, even more than I loved your father,
and I really wanted to show you my love in this way."
"You know, Mum, it's funny in a way, but I love you
much more now as a mother than ever before.
Sure, you've got a great body, and if you don't mind my
saying it, you're a tremendous piece of pussy.
But most of all I think of you as the most loving mother a boy could have."
We were caressing and kissing as we talked, and soon we
found ourselves back in action again.
This time Mom rolled me over and got on top.
God, she was a gorgeous sight as she rose and fell on my cock! She gave me another great fuck.
We got up and ate a snack, then hurried back to bed for another fuck before supper.
From that day on. I was mum’s lover.
She created all kinds of ways and places for us to have time together to fuck.
We did some pretty daring things. For example, there was a large walk-in closet under our stairs, opening right off the dining room. A couple times we actually went into that closet when others were in the house, and Mum pulled up her dress while I unzipped my pants, and I took her right there, standing up back in the far corner.
We fucked in the bathroom, with Mum straddling me as I sat on the toilet seat, or in the bath, under the shower.
Some days we would spend the whole day in bed, kissing and licking, sucking and fucking. God! Those were happy times!
And every chance we had, when we happened to be alone
in a room together we were kissing open mouthed and my hand would be up her dress, playing with her hairy pussy, or down her front, squeezing her tits, while she would be rubbing my young hard-on through my pants, or even unzipping me and thrusting her hand inside to grab my cock if
things were fairly safe.
We almost got caught many times, but fortunately we didn’t.
This went on for a number of year between us.
There is a bond between mother and son that is stronger than any
other human relationship, and when that bond is made
even stronger by the passionate sharing of each other's
body--ah, there can be nothing better in this world.
Thanks, Mom, for making my life such a joyful one for
so many years.
for your birthday Mark," said Mum, as we stood in the
kitchen in the early evening, "but I don't know what.
Mum was not the kind of woman who would immediately cause any man's cock to give a jump.
Her hair was brunette, and now at 35. She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into.
She was rather tall, about 5 foot 7, and she was
a size 12 dress size. She did have sensational tits 38D,
and her arse was pleasingly broad, her legs were
shapely. She wore rather short dresses, and tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always crossed her legs, and her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her thighs and arse. She was well-proportioned in a comfortable way, though with a bit of a belly. But to
me, she was the ultimate object of beauty
and desire.
"Thirteen is such a special birthday. You are now a teenager, You should have something that you really want a lot," Mum continued.
"Well, Mum, what I really want a lot is a big hug and
kiss from my mum."
Mum laughed. "Oh, you can have that anytime," she said.
"Yes, but now that I will become a teenager, I want a real
adult kiss. You know, not just a mummy kiss, but a
adult kiss."
"Well, most mummy’s do tend to be women," Mum said
playfully.
"Yes, and my Mum is a woman I would love to get
a real kiss from. You know what I mean."
"Hmm. I'm not too sure about that idea."
"Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me
something I really wanted a lot. I guess you didn't
actually mean it."
"Now wait a minute!" Mum said. "Of course I meant it. Uh--you are just joking, aren't you--about the
kiss, I mean."
"No, Mum, I am not joking. What I would
really like most is a adult kiss from my mother."
Mum sort of giggled in an embarrassed way. "Aw, come
on, Mark. Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, Mum,just forget it. Get me
some books for school or something”.
"Darling, you are really being hard on me.
She touched my cheek. "Now do you honestly mean
all this stuff about an kiss?"
I consider a real kiss from my
Mum as more than just stuff!" I said.
She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from
here.
We do play around a lot, Mum and myself,
and I knew that she still wasn't sure whether I was serious.
"Look, Mum," I said, taking her hand, "I'm just comimg
a teenager. Is it asking too much to want just one real
kiss from the person who means more to me than anyone else in the world?"
Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. "And
that's what you really want? Honestly?"
"Yes Mum. That's what I want."
Mums embarrassment returned. "Well, when do you want
this--uh--gift?" (My birthday was less than a week
away.)
I smiled at Mum. "Well, we could practice up a little
bit right now--just so you'll know exactly how I want
it, you know."
"Oho!" Mum laughed,
blushing prettily.I think maybe you're trying to get more than just one."
"Aw, Mum, I wouldn't pull a trick like that. It's just
that I haven't had any experience with girls in this way,
and probably it will take you a while to get used to
the idea of kissing me in an adult way.
You do want to do it just the way I really want it, don't you?"
Mum laughed again.
She was being a really good about the whole thing.
"Pretty slick," Mum said,
"but I guess I let myself in for it."
She looked at me for a moment and then said,
"All right, my big boy. Let's do it."
She stepped up close to me and I wrapped my arms around
her. She put her warm, soft arms around my neck. She
lifted her face to me and closed her eyes as I brought
my lips down to meet hers. The kiss was warm and sweet,
but Mum kept her lips tightly closed and a little
stiff.
"Well, how was that?" She started to step back, but I
held her close.
"It was really nice Mum, but I think it was still
more of a mummy kiss”.
"How did I get myself into this?" Mum muttered.
Then she sort of shrugged as if to say "Oh well, what the
hell?" and raised her mouth to mine again.
This time Mums lips were much softer and more relaxed,
slightly parted. Her warm, soft body was pressed
tightly against mine, and my cock, which had been
rising for some time, pushed against her lower belly.
Oh God, she must feel it! I certainly felt the swell of
her tits against my chest. This time the kiss went on
and on. Mum seemed to be determined to prove that she
was really trying and wanted to make me break the kiss
before she would.
Well, I wasn't about to break it!. I had kissed a few girls, but God! those kisses were nothing like this!
Finally Mum pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly.
She was breathing hard, as was I. "Whew!
Now that had to be adult enough for you, wasn't it?"
"Oh God, yes, Mum! One more should really do it."
I pulled her back tight against me, though she
struggled feebly and protested laughingly,
moving her head around to keep me from consummating the kiss.
"No, That’s fair! Cheat! Cheat!" she cried,
but she was laughing gaily as she said it.
Then she relaxed again, pushed her delectable body against mine once more, and replaced her soft arms around my neck.
"Oh all right, greedy Mark." And she gave me
another nice soft kiss.
She pulled away sooner this time, however, but it
seemed that she didn't really want to. She was blushing
and laughing in an embarrassed way.
Later that evening I caught her in the kitchen,
grabbed her and planted another big kiss on her mouth.
She struggled a bit at first, but then
relaxed and kissed me back with soft, parted lips. She
wouldn't prolong it as long as I wanted to, but she
looked at me tenderly and said,
"Good night, lover boy."
The next afternoon as I came in from school I
approached her more politely. Please can I have another practice kiss?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I can trust you when you say 'just one,'"
Mom said, but she came into my arms for a nice
soft kiss that lasted a long time.
The feel of her warm arms around my neck, her tits against my chest, and her belly against my hard cock was overwhelming.
Finally Mum pulled her head back, but kept her arms
around my neck.
"These kisses are getting pretty serious," she said.
"Serious? I think they're a lot of fun. Don't you?"
Mum looked at me for a long moment, then answered,
"Yes, darling , they are a lot of fun.
I haven't been kissed like this since your dad left me."
Then she put her lips back on mine.
This kiss actually turned into a series of kisses,
getting softer and wetter and more passionate as we
progressed.
I think that it must have been a full five
minutes that we smooched and nuzzled in a very warm loving way. I began to be afraid that my hard young cock was going to go off in my jeans. God!
How could she not feel it, it was so hard against her and actually twitching and throbbing? I was in sheer heaven except for that one fear. I don't know what I would have done
if I had orgasmed.
But then I noticed that Mum was sort of trembling too now and almost panting.
Finally Mum pushed me very decisively back. "I think
that's enough practice for one day," she said. "We
don't want to wear out your lips before your birthday."
"Thanks Mum. I don't know if I can wait until
then for some more, though."
Mum just laughed in that embarrassed way and began to
start supper.
The next day I came in at about the same time and found
Mum working in the kitchen. I came up behind her
and put my arms around her waist, and my hips against her
big broad arse.
I began kissing her neck and cheek. She sort of giggled and shook her head. "Here's that wild kisser again!"
she exclaimed.
She kept working as I continued to hold her, stealing a
kiss on the cheek or neck from time to time. She didn't
try to stop me at all. Again my young cock was
standing to attention, now poking into her bum crack.
Finally I started nibbling on one of her ears. "Ooh!
That tickles!" Mum cried out.
She turned in my arms and put her arms around my neck. She lifted her lips willingly to mine.
" I guess you need more practice," she murmured.
And practice we did, very lovingly for several minutes.
Then we heard someone else coming and
had to break apart hurriedly. I quickly sat down to
hide my erection from mum’s friend Bronwen, who walked in the Back door. She had come around for a chat with mum.
The next day offered no real opportunities at all
except for a quick kiss good-bye and hello as I went to school. Feeling very frustrated and horny, I hung around hoping that somehow we would get a little time alone. At first I thought that Mum was completely oblivious to my
desires, but once she looked at me with a sort of
amused expression and winked.
I knew then that she commiserated with me at least, and I hoped that she
felt a bit of longing herself.
The next evening Mum stayed up reading a book
that she said she wanted to finish.
I approached Mum where she was sitting
on the end of the sofa.
I sat down on the arm, twisted around to face her, and leaned forward to kiss her.
This time we didn't say a word. Mum leaned her head
against the back of the sofa and let me go ahead with
the kisses. She had her eyes closed, but looking down,
I could see, down inside her blouse, the tops of her
nice large breasts.
I put my arm around her, brushing across one tit as I did so. Mum jumped a bit at this, but we continued to kiss warmly.
As the kissing continued, getting more and more
fervent, I wound up practically sitting on her lap.
Our mouths were opened farther and farther. Finally I
actually felt Mum’s tongue and was quick to respond.
Soon our tongues were happily playing together, and the
saliva was flowing freely. Our mouths and chins were
getting very wet. I began feeling a bit too bold at
this point, gradually working a hand closer and closer
to Mum’s tits.
I thought that she was aware of what I was doing, and maybe she was, but I made the mistake of acting too soon, deliberately grasping a generous handful of soft breast.
Mum immediately reacted by shoving me off, struggling
to her feet and saying that she had to get to bed.
I stammered an apology, but she ignored it and headed
upstairs.
leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness
and wondering whether I had screwed up the whole
relationship. I didn't sleep very much that night.
The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mum
greeted me warmly in the morning, even giving me a
kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot better. I tried
to apologise again about the night before, but she put
her fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly
again.
I went off to school with a much lighter heart,
and even managed to stay awake through all my classes.
That night after supper, however, I was so sleepy that
I fell asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up.
Mum was sitting beside the dining room table, where she
apparently had been writing letters. She was turned
aside from the table and her legs were crossed, her
skirt hiked well up, and one delightful full thigh
could be seen all the way to her arse. I lay there on
the sofa gazing at the lovely sight.
Finally I got up and approached Mum.
She smiled at me warmly. "I've been waiting for you to
wake up, darling."
I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward
for a kiss. Mum responded as warmly as ever, and I
moved closer as kiss followed kiss. I was actually
leaning against the thigh that she had up across her
other leg.
Now I swear that I did not deliberately push
her skirt higher, but our movements as I put my arms
around her waist had that effect.
There was an awful lot of bare leg there, very smooth and very soft.
The kisses quickly moved on to the deep variety as on the
previous night, and Mum seemed especially passionate in
the way she nibbled at my lips and licked and traded
saliva with me.
Finally we paused for breath, and she laughingly wiped
both our mouths with her hand.
She had made no move to pull down her skirt, which was now at a very risqué level. I guess I hadn't learned my
lesson from the night before, because I impulsively
bent my head to kiss Mum’s bare knee.
She put one hand on the top of my head, but she made no effort to push me away.
Rather it seemed like encouragement.I began to kiss her thigh, gradually moving higher.
The skin was so delightfully smooth and soft. I moved my right hand down to her thigh and continued to kiss it.
Soon my hand was well up her leg in fact, grasping her
arse cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost
licking right up to her very high hemline,
and in fact pushing that hemline even higher.
I was in heaven! Those thighs had been the source of many hours of fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I
could have stared forever at the glorious beauty.
To kiss them had seemed an incredible dream. And now...
"Darling," Mum said softly, taking my face in both hands
and lifting it up, "tomorrow is your birthday.
I think we'd better stop for now.
I'll see that you get that gift you want so much. But right now it's bedtime."
I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm
kiss good night. I went to sleep with the feel of those
soft thighs in my head, and I had the most delightful
wet dream I ever had.
At last the big day came. It was a Saturday.We never made a very big deal about birthdays at home normally. We had a cake
for me at lunch time, and I got a couple minor gifts.
But I was a bit depressed, because I couldn't figure
out how I would get my kiss of Mum. I needn't have
worried.
Mum stood by the window looking out. Then she turned to me and gave me a kiss and said that she would be back down
in a little while. Then she went upstairs.
I didn't know what to do. I got a Coke and sat down at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do.
I was so wrapped up in my dilemma that I didn't hear
her coming, but suddenly I looked up and there she was.
Mum was wearing a cotton robe. As she passed in front of the window, I thought that I could see through it enough to tell
that there was no other garment underneath. Then Mum
was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly in
the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me
tenderly, very gently, and murmured,
"Happy birthday, my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you."
Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her
hips.
She stuck her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips.
I responded in kind. "Mmm, you taste good!" Mum murmured softly.
We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down
to caress Mum’s bare knees and then gradually moved
them up her bare thighs under gown. She made no
attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead
the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my
goal and discovered, as I had hoped, that she was
wearing no knickers. I gently squeezed and caressed her
smooth arse cheeks, then gradually worked one hand
around to the front and brushed her thick crispy pubic hair at her pussy.
Then she was fumbling at the front of her gown, and
in a moment it fell open completely. She took my head
and pulled it against her large breasts. I nuzzled
into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness.
Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard
nipple into my mouth
Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her
ass and pussy. She spread her legs wider, presenting
her hairy mound freely to me. I rubbed the mois lips
of her pussy, then slid a finger tentatively inside.
Mum pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther
inside. I began finger fucking her, as she responded
with her belly, humping her hairy pussy against my hand. More
and more frantically she jerked and pushed, bucking her
hips to get more and more friction on her clit. Then
she was moaning and gasping as she came beautifully,
murmuring,
"Oh God, darling! Oh God! Oooohhh! Mark,
Darling , Darling!" Her pussy had become very wet and I felt
the vaginal muscles twitching and grasping.
After a few minutes of hard breathing, Mum finally said
in a sort of thick voice, "But I'm supposed to be
giving you the gift. Come on, Mark darling. Take your dear old mother up to your room and. Isn't that the
gift you really want?"
"You bet that's what I. We hurried up the stairs. I lifted up the tail of Mum’s gown so that I could watch her arse cheeks as we went, and she giggled delightedly.
In my room I wasted no time yanking that her gown off
Mum, even tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid.
Then Mum was just as eagerly helping me to strip off my
T shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all
undressed except for my boxer shorts. "Let me do it."
She knelt before me and slowly pulled the shorts down,
watching as they stretched to the limit to slide over
the end of my hard young cock. As my inspired rod leaped
free, Mum laughed out loud and cried,
"Whee! There it is at last! Ooohh! What a beauty!
Now I can do more than just feel it poking into me when we're kissing."
She laughed delightedly as she took my cock in her
hands and kissed the tip of it, nibbling a bit at the head.
Then she jumped onto my bed and spread her legs wide.
"Here I am, Mark!
"Come and get it, it’s all for you, darling!"
I didn't need any more invitation than that!
But I did stand there just a moment to let my eyes
rejoice at that fantastic sight. There was my Mother.
Nice big tits with their dark nipples standing hard, her legs with smooth white thighs spread delectable mound,
covered with an abundance of dark brown pubic hair, through
which the swollen lips of her gaping pussy.
Then I climbed on her. My mum’s fingers took
hold of my hard young cock and guided it to her hairy pussy, her wet love passage. "Come on, Darling," Mum said.
"Push that beautiful young dick into your Mummy’s wet
pussy! Push it all the way in!
I slowly pushed, and my cock sank in to her slippery
Cunt inch by inch until my balls were right against
Mums arse.
Her cunt was amazingly hot inside. God, it
felt good! For a moment I just lay there savouring the
situation. I actually had my dick (as Mum always called
it) deep in my mother's juicy hairy pussy.
The impossible dream had somehow come true.
"Oh God, Mum!" I whispered hoarsely.
"I love you! OH GOD, I LOVE YOU MUM!"
I was just overwhelmed by an my love for this woman who was now giving me the ultimate gift that any mother could give to her son.
"Ooohhh, Mark My Darling Boy, I love you too!
Go ahead and show me how much you love me!
Fuck me, darling! Fuck your Mummy!"
I knew that I wouldn't last long if, but my wet dream of the night before helped me to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mum slowly, pulling way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in.
I could feel every inch of Mum’s sweet wet cunt as I
moved in and out of her.
I put my mouth on hers, and we kissed passionately like the lovers we had become, not “mummy kisses” and yet I never felt more like her son than then, when I was fucking her for the first time.
She was now my lover, but most of all “MY MUM!”
Mum moved her hips in exact response to my slow
fucking, pulling back as I pulled out and lifting her
hairy cunt to meet me as I shoved my hard young cock in her. She began to make strange noises with her mouth, sort of a humming and murmuring into my mouth, almost like purring.
I found myself replying to this with repeated sounds of
pleasure: "Mmmm!"
It just felt so damned good to be inside this wonderful place, Mum’s special place. Her mature wet hairy pussy!
Gradually we began to pick up speed and the forcefulness. When I pushed back in, I would do it a little harder.
Mum’s hips and arse joined me in perfect unison.
I don't know how I held out so long.
My cock felt on fire the whole time, with a tremendous prickly sensation.
Mum had both her hands on my arse, sort of guiding
my speed and motions.
Finally we both seemed to feel at the same time that way were both about to climax.
I began to thrust into her pussy hard and fast, and Mum’s belly leaped up to meet me. Suddenly she cried out in my ear,
"Oh fuck me, Mark! Fuck me hard nowDarling! Give it to me! Fuck! Fuck! OoooHH FUCK ME!!"
I began to ram into her furiously, slamming her arse
down into the bed, but she bounced right back up for
each thrust, humping her cunt at me for all she was worth.
I was really pounding it to her and she was taking
everything I had and asking for more. The bed was really taking a beating.
There was a "squish--squish" sound as my cock pistoned into her sopping wet pussy.
My balls were slapping against her arse on each plunge.
She had her knees way up, opening herself to the
fullest for my young prick.
I felt the heat in my cock build even more, and I knew
I was going to come.
"Mum," MUM, "I'm about to cum!"
Mum sort of screamed at this and her arse just went
crazy.
leaping and bucking like mad. God! I would never
have believed that her beautiful big hips could move
that fast!
My cock finally just boiled over, and I began spurting my hot young cum into Mum’s wet hairy pussy.
Mum gave a long, muffled scream into my mouth, and suddenly she stiffened up. Her whole body, trembling violently, arched up off the bed, lifting us both into the air.
For long moments she hung there shuddering, her pussy muscles grasping at my hard young cock, as we climaxed gloriously together.
Then she collapsed under me and we both lay there
exhausted, panting into each other's open mouth.
Mum was just sprawled out wide open, her legs totally
relaxed wide and spread out, her tits spread out on her
chest,her nipples were rock hard, her lips very loosely open under mine.
I lay completely on top of her, just as thoroughly relaxed,
my cock, still hard, buried in her overflowing
hairy pussy. I knew that the bed had a growing pool of our
cum under Mum’s arse.
From time to time a little ripple, sort of an aftershock, would run through Mum’s pussy.
As I slowly came back to my senses, I felt the
overwhelming impact of what we had just done. Never would life be the same again.
Never would our relationship be that sort of k**ding friendship that we had enjoyed. No, something wonderfully new had replaced it.
My mother, my own beloved Mum, had given her body
to me, had willingly taken my young penis into her vagina,
had fucked me with joyous abandon!
My fantasies of such an event had been great, but to have them come true, true beyond my wildest imagination--ah, God, what a stupendous miracle!
I began to stroke Mum’s soft body again, and she stirred under me.
"Oh,Mark!" she finally whispered. "Oh,darling ! That was absolutely the best fuck I ever had in my whole life! Wow! Did I ever cum! Oh, honey, you made your mother feel so-so goddamned good!"
She shuddered again as she said this, and her cunt gripped my still hard young cock again.
I had never heard my mother swear before, but I understood. This was something so totally different from everything in her life before that it just demanded a stronger means of expression.
"Oh, Mum, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the
most wonderful present that could ever happen to me!
Oh, Mom,
I just can't begin to tell you how much I love you!
I'm just overflowing with love for my you,
my wonderful Mother!"
Mum laughed happily beneath me, her body shaking.
"I noticed that. You have made me overflow all over your bed."
Somehow this struck both of us as just being hilarious,
since we were bubbling with happiness.
We laughed together. Our laughter shook her pussy and my cock, which was still semi hard.
"Ah well."
We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our love, and wondering about how it had developed in this way.
"I knew when we kissed that first time, that you really wanted to fuck me," Mum said.
"And when I let those kisses continue, I knew that I wanted to fuck you.
And you know what!!, I don't feel guilty at all.
I love you more than anyone else in the world, even more than I loved your father,
and I really wanted to show you my love in this way."
"You know, Mum, it's funny in a way, but I love you
much more now as a mother than ever before.
Sure, you've got a great body, and if you don't mind my
saying it, you're a tremendous piece of pussy.
But most of all I think of you as the most loving mother a boy could have."
We were caressing and kissing as we talked, and soon we
found ourselves back in action again.
This time Mom rolled me over and got on top.
God, she was a gorgeous sight as she rose and fell on my cock! She gave me another great fuck.
We got up and ate a snack, then hurried back to bed for another fuck before supper.
From that day on. I was mum’s lover.
She created all kinds of ways and places for us to have time together to fuck.
We did some pretty daring things. For example, there was a large walk-in closet under our stairs, opening right off the dining room. A couple times we actually went into that closet when others were in the house, and Mum pulled up her dress while I unzipped my pants, and I took her right there, standing up back in the far corner.
We fucked in the bathroom, with Mum straddling me as I sat on the toilet seat, or in the bath, under the shower.
Some days we would spend the whole day in bed, kissing and licking, sucking and fucking. God! Those were happy times!
And every chance we had, when we happened to be alone
in a room together we were kissing open mouthed and my hand would be up her dress, playing with her hairy pussy, or down her front, squeezing her tits, while she would be rubbing my young hard-on through my pants, or even unzipping me and thrusting her hand inside to grab my cock if
things were fairly safe.
We almost got caught many times, but fortunately we didn’t.
This went on for a number of year between us.
There is a bond between mother and son that is stronger than any
other human relationship, and when that bond is made
even stronger by the passionate sharing of each other's
body--ah, there can be nothing better in this world.
Thanks, Mom, for making my life such a joyful one for
so many years.
Angelica
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