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"Wow! How would you like to "do" her?" muttered one of
my lunchtime table buddies as the 12th grade English
teacher, Mrs. Larson walked by. Mrs. Larson was young,
blond, had big tits and nice legs. Her nipples always
seemed about to punch through the front of her blouse.
She strode by like a pigeon, breast thrust forward and a
little wiggle of her hips, fully aware that she excited
the desires of her teenage male admirers.

I was just entering my third year in high school.
During lunchtime the boys would talk about what it would be
like to sleep with older women. Many of us had actually
experienced some touching with girls in our class but these were
usually quick encounters after dances and school events.
A few of the boys had steady girlfriends.
But older women seemed have a mystique. We felt that they
had depths of sexual knowledge that the girls in our
school did'nt.

We all fantasized about sleeping with some of the
prettier female teachers. Most of our talk was based on
wishful thinking, all except mine. I suspected that I
was the only boy in the group with real experience with
an older women. I have been fucking my own mother for
almost a year.

The story about how I started fucking my Mum sounds like
a porn fantasy except that it is absolutely
true.
Improbable events must happen to somebody
sometimes. In this case it was me. My Mum was
approaching 31 she was still a good looking woman. Her figure
was good size 12.

My high school mates all called my Mum
the MILF of the neighborhood. It took me some time
to find out what MILF meant. After I found out, I didn't
know whether to be insulted or proud of my Mum. Probably
a bit of both.

Until a few years ago we were a normal family. We lived in
a nice village in North Wales. Mum and Dad worked for the same
firm, Dad as a driver, Mum as a senior sec. Then Dad ran off with another woman.


In the first few years after Dad left. Mum and I were very
close. She hugged me frequently and sat close to me on
the couch when we were watching television in our living room.
But lately I distanced myself from her. I found her close physical presence
uncomfortable. Frankly contact with Mum became
embarrassing. I didn't know how to handle the fact that
I was powerfully sexually aroused by my own mother.

After Dad left, Mum was very casual about clothes at
home. She rarely wore a bra and her legs were always
bare. When she bent over to pour me a glass a drink at
breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to try
to catch a glimpse of her large 38D breasts. A couple of
times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple. It was
the size of a thimble, centered in a light brown areola
that covered much of the end of her breast.

I lusted after my Mum. What hormone driven teenager
wouldn't? I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was
dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her
skirt. I found it hard not to get an erection when she
stripped down to her underwear.
I even had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love
to her. But that would have to be satisfied by
masturbation. She was my Mum after all.

I was obsessed with Mum's legs. Maybe it was because all
my Super hero comic books showed girls with impossibly
long shapely legs. The girls all had bulging breasts too
but they were always covered by some discrete fabric.
Naked tits must have seemed too indecent for
young readers but there was always plenty of leg.

Mum's legs were sensuously full, and to my mind, very
erotic. Each of her strong thighs were almost as big
as my waist. Her thighs narrowed at the knee and then
expanded into full shapely calves. It was all I could do
not to get an erection when Mum would sit in front of me
in a short skirt.

When Mum crossed one leg over the other, her calf,
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous
curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her tight
skirt.
Even the soft sound that her legs made as thigh
slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my cock
hard. I wanted to put my hands around her legs, knead
her calves, raise her skirt, and run my face up her
thighs to her crotch. Of course I never could do it. She
was my Mum after all.

Last easter, when an after school soccer practice was
cancelled, I returned home about two hours before I normaly do.
I heard sounds, soft voices interspersed with
moans, coming from Mum's bedroom. The door was ajar. The
room was dimly lit by the light from a
flickering TV screen. Through the slightly open door I
could see that Mum was lying almost naked on the bed
wearing only an unfastened dressing gown. The shower in the
bathroom was still dripping.

Obviously Mum had just left the shower, put on the
her short gown and lay down on the bed. The bedroom TV
was showing a porn film. The screen showed a dark
haired man and a blond woman fondling each other's
bits!"
Mum's head was propped on a pillow watching the screen. This
must have been the source of the sounds that I had
heard.

One of Mum's hands was in the open top of her dressing gown
clutching a big breast. The fingers of the other hand
moved in her dark hairy bush. Her motions replicated but were
much more intense than those of the couple on TV. They
were acting. Mum was doing herself for real. The nipple
of her breast was wet, swollen and red as if
she had been vigorously sucking on it. Her body rolled
from side to side. Strange sounds and gasps came from
Mum's throat. At first I thought that something was
wrong. Then I realized that she was masturbating.

While I masturbated frequently, like most teenaged
boys, I never thought that grown women did it to
themselves too.
I knew that I shouldn't be looking. It was a private moment.
But I didn't leave. I stared at
my Mum's almost naked body. It was infinitely more
revealing than trying to sneak a peek her skirt or
trying to look down her cleavage. Her breasts were in
clear view with very stiff nipples. The soft mounds of
flesh rippled with each body motion. How could I look
away?

Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mum's face.
Her cheeks were flushed and her hair tousled. I stood
fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she
masturbated. She gasped, she made throaty noises. Her
hand flailed around on her bush, fully visible through
the open robe. Her lovely legs bent and extended, moving
in a spastic dance as she vigorously attended to her
needs.
The round globes of her arse bounced
on the bed in time with her hand motions.

Even in disarray Mum was absolutely lovely. Her motions
became frantic. The hand clutching her breast squeezed
it so tightly that the end bulged like a water balloon.
The nipple and areola were expanded to twice their
normal size, the skin almost taut enough to burst.
Then both hands were in her hairy crotch, attending to the needs of
her pussy. The fingers of one hand made squishy sounds
as they thrust in and out of her pussy.

I didn't know much about female masturbation but she was
furiously finger fucking herself. The fingers of the
other hand stroked her clitoris.
Mum rolled her body from side to side offering glimpses of her wet
wet pussy. She kept driving her glistening
fingers in and out of her bush, her hips rising with
each stroke.

I made a slight noise as I shifted my position in the
doorway. Mum's head turned and she stared directly at
me. I couldn't hide the fact that I was looking directly
at her nor that I had a massive hard on. But she didn't
stop what she was doing. Indeed, her actions may have
gotten more frantic.

As she rolled towards me her robe fell entirely away from her body revealing
everything.
Her fingers kept working in her hairy pussy,
lubricated by her pussy juices. Her hips rose and fell.
Her legs tensed and vibrated, muscles alternately
contracting and relaxing.
All the while Mum stared directly at me. Our eyes were locked. She gazed at me
intently as if she was making some momentous decision.
She licked her lips.

Mum opened her mouth and started to say something to me
but it was too late.

She gasped in shocked surprise,
"Oh no! I'm not ready yet!
I'm cumming!"

Her head jerked back. She seemed almost in a frenzy.
Despite her stated reluctance to have a climax, Mum's
finger motions increased in intensity, one hand flailed
at her clitoris, the fingers of the other drove deep into
her wet pussy. Her hips rose to meet her hands as she
reached a climactic peak. Her legs stiffened into rigid
pillars of flesh extending in front of her, the muscles
etched in sharp detail.

She started to shake, hips thrusting upwards. Her entire body spasmed,
tensed to what apparently was an unexpected orgasm.
Certainly it was one she hadn't anticipated having so soon. She moaned
and and shuddered as she climaxed.

Her body formed a perfect arch on the bed, supported
only by her thrown back head and her heels.
Every muscle was taut. Legs and body completely rigid.
Her orgasm seemed to last and last. Then, with a final gasp she
collapsed into a flaccid heap on the bed.
Mum closed her eyes. There was no possibility of either of
us denying what she had done. Her pussy was dripping and her abused tits
had dark finger marks on them...
I quietly closed her door and went to my bedroom.

Both of us knew what I had seen but by mutual implicit
agreement neither of us mentioned what had occurred.
Talking about what was on both of our minds would have
been awkward.

That night I lay awake in bed for hours thinking of my
Mom and occasionally fingering my cock. I was obsessed
by what I had seen that afternoon.
I simply had to see it again. Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the
living room strike 4 a.m. The sky would soon begin to lighten.
Mum should be deeply asleep at this time. I
quietly made my way to her bedroom. The door opened noiselessly and
I slipped in.

It was a hot night and Mum had thrown the covers off.
She was lying on her back wearing a thin nighty. Her
legs were apart. The white flesh of her thighs was
smooth. Her breasts rose and fell slightly with each
breath. She wasn't wearing knickers and her lower part
was only just covered. Her body drew me forward like
a magnet.
I crawled up on her bed between the V of her legs and slowly
moved her nighty out of the way.
She had taken a shower just before going to bed and smelled of
soap, with a faint scent of jasmine. It was intoxicating.

My target was her hairy pussy. I wanted to see it, maybe even
kiss it. Just one kiss and then I would leave. I lowered
my face. Mum's scent grew stronger. I quickly kissed her
pubic hair coverd mound. Mum didn't move. Perhaps I could do more. I
trembled as I put out my tongue and lowered it to
touch her pussy lips. What if she should wake up? I licked,
softly at first, and then a bit harder. My tongue stroked up
her pussy lips to her clitoris. I felt my Mum stir and I was
sure she was going to waken and chase me out of her
room. Instead she put her hand on my head and softly
said, "Suck me. Suck me harder darling."

She must have known it was me but I'm sure she thought
she was dreaming. Mum wrapped her legs around me
and pulled me into her. Her hands reached down and
separated her pussy lips so I could get to the juicy
parts inside. I covered her hands with my own and
entwined my fingers with hers.

It was wild, both of us holding hands, our fingers
playing with Mum's cunt. She stroked her own pussy lips and guided
my mouth to her clitoris. Her labia swelled under our joint caresses and
the scent grew stronger. Mum raised her hips a bit and
pressed her pussy tighter into my mouth.

I slipped my tongue deeper into her pussy as Mum pulled her
labia apart to let me get deeper. Her thighs squeezed my
head and I could feel her muscles contract as my tongue
licked her clitoris.
It was a totally unexpected feast. I had entered her room merely
for a look.
Yet here I was, eating her hairy pussy.

Mum moved her hips gently as I lightly sucked her pussy
lips. Her hands rested on the back of my head, lightly
guiding me to the most sensitive areas. She lay back on
the bed and the lower part of her body started quivering
in her private pleasure.

"Yes, yes, I love it," Mum whispered. "Oh God Darling, eat me,
lick me, suck me. You are making me feel so good. Yes!"
Mum seemed to be talking in her sleep. She was in that
half awake state between dreaming and wakefulness.

Anyway, she didn't ask me to stop".

Mum's hips lifted off the bed forcing my tongue deeper
into her wet cunt. Her hands gripped my head. Her legs
started to shake. I could feel the quiver in her thighs.
She made gasping sounds. Then Mum gave a final shudder and relaxed.
All tension seemed to leave her body.

We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything.
Then Mum said, "Come up to me Mark."

I slithered up Mum's body until our heads were side by
side.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I came home early yesterday. The
bedroom door was open and I saw you naked in bed. You
were so beautiful.
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I almost went
crazy thinking about seeing you and I had to see you again.
When I saw you lying asleep, I
just couldn't stop myself."

Mum put her arms around me and drew me close. I could
feel her big breasts pressing through her nighty
against my chest.

"Would you like to suck my titties Mark darling? Just like you
did when you were a baby.

I would really like that." She said

Her voice was soft and dreamy as if she was still
asleep. She offered one of her big breasts to me. I fondled the
breast, twisting it and pressing it with my fingers. As my eyes became
accustomed to the dim light in the room I could see that
Mum's tit was massive. It was the biggest that I had ever touched.
Her breast was very firm. I rubbed my hands over it and licked the
nipple and all around it.

Mum's face had a little smile as I played with her
breast. Her nipple started to grow.
It soon became stiff and extended. The little bumps around the
areola became more prominent.
I latched on to her hard nipple like a baby and started sucking. It was warm
and swollen and filed my mouth. I sucked, and tongued and even
chewed her it a little while Mum pulled me close. Mum shut her eyes and
started gently stroking my head.

"Nurse from me, baby. Nurse from my big breast. Drink my
sweet milk."

It was almost as if she believed that she was really
nursing me again.
But alas, she had no milk to give.
Mum's free hand reached down and held my hard young cock. She
rubbed it gently.
I felt the pleasure from my cock as I thrust into Mum's encircling
fingers. It was so relaxing, me sucking, Mum stroking.

Mum lay back on the bed and pulled me over her. I
balanced on her firm body and full thighs. My face fell
into the canyon between her breasts.
She was lovely warm and soft,as I lay against her huge tits.

She held my hard cock in her hand rubbing the head against her
wet hairy bush. Up and down her swollen labia and clitoris. I could feel her pussy
lips getting wetter and wetter.
We both moaned in pleasure. Then Mum slipped my rigid young cock into her wet pussy.

Right in!"

I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cock sliding into
her wet vagina, pushing her swollen pussy lips apart. My
rock hard young shaft penetrated my mother.
Her cunt was tight and griped my penis like a wet velvet
glove. Mum raised her hips, put her hands on my arse and
pulled me in deep. I couldn't believe it. My cock was
actually in my Mum's hairy pussy.

Instinct took over. My cock was in a well of wetness.
Her pussy was closing on it and stroking it.
Mum still seemed to be in a daze between wakefulness and
sleep.
She thrust her breast deep into my mouth. Our hip synchronized,
her hairy cunt rising to meet my cock. We moved together for several
delightful seconds. Me thrusting down as Mum's hips rose.
Her hands pulled me tightly into her with each stroke. I could barely
believe it. I was really fucking my Mother. Yes! Fucking!

Then, as if she suddenly woke from a dream and realized
what was happening,

she cried, "OH MY GOD! WHAT AM I DOING?"

A pause, as if to comprehend the situation,
then,
"I'M BEING FUCKED! MY SON'S COCK IS IN ME! OH GOD!
I'M BEING FUCKED! OH GOD HE'S FUCKING ME! IT'S NOT A DREAM! MY BABY BOY IS
FUCKING ME!"

But she didn't push me away.
Mum's hands grabbed my arse and pulled me tightly into her.
Her body bucked and heaved while I tried to hang on!!
After several minutes of fierce, ball busting fucking,
I felt my young balls begin to tighten.
She wrapped her legs around me and pummeled my back with her
calves. Her muscular legs forced me into her, directing the
timing of my fucking.
I could feel myself nearing the point of cumming as Mum writhed and
spasmed under me urging me to fuck her harder

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! MORE, DO ME MORE! OH MARK MY DARLING BOY FUCK ME,
FUCK ME! YES, YES! FUCK! FUCK! OH YES! I'M GOING TO CUM!

I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING NOW! YES, YES YES!"

I wrapped my arms around her to hold on to her bucking
body. I felt myself ejaculating my hot young sperm in to my Mothers
hot wet cunt. It was a wonderful agony.
I spewed what seemed like a pint of sperm into
Mum's wet cunt but my feelings were submerged in the
earthquake that was Mum's orgasm.

No more the rational, unemotional mother, she had become
an almost violently sexual b**st.
Her throat made sounds of pleasure. We lay quietly for a few
moment.

Then Mum started moving again. My cock was still hard. Nothing beats
teen aged endurance, She said".
She drive up and down, literally fucking herself with my still hard young cock.
Her arms held me tight, hands on my arse, pulling me into her.
Mum's body tensed and her muscles became as hard as boards.
She shook. She screamed. She was having a second climax. I felt her cunt
lock down around my hard cock, squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop
from exploding again.
I came another time almost as violently as the first.

Mum was no longer the quite lonley woman, she had become a sexual nymph.
She made sounds of pleasure. Mum's body tensed and her muscles became
as stiff as boards. I felt her pussy lock down around my cock,
squeezing it hard I couldn't stop from exploding. I came almost simultaneously with Mum.

"You are filling me so full," she cried.
"I love it.
Now turn me over and come into me from behind.
I really like it from behind. Fuck me like a dog.
I want to be fuck me hard."

Mum pulled off me and knelt on her hands and knees,
exposing her lovely glowing white arse. She put my hard cock in her
wet cunt and then pushed backward against me. I slipped right in
and I could feel her cunt holding me.
I went all the way forward, in one thrust, until I was up against her bum cheeks.
Soon I was moving in and out like a piston. I wrapped my arms
around her thighs. I could feel my balls squeezed between my body and her arse.


"YES,YES!" she cried. "FUCK ME DARLING!"

Mum's tits were bouncing up and down in time with each
thrust. I reached my hands around her back and grasped
her dangling tits clutching the soft flesh, Her nipples between
my thumbs and fingers. I used them to pull her body back
and forth as I fucked her.
I could feel my balls hit her wet pubic bush every time I
jerked her backward. I yanked on her tits so hard I was afraid her
nipples would be torn off.
Mum leaned forward and I pulled her back tugging on her tits.


"Oh Mark, squeeze my nipples. Pinch them! Pull my titties
HARDER! HARDER DARLING! "I like it!"

I rode her so hard and fast that I forced her down off her
knees and into the bed sheet beneath us.

"YES, YES, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITTIES!
HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER MARK! YES!"

Within seconds she started rising to another shuddering
orgasm. She began gasping and making strange sounds, punctuating my
thrusts with moans of pleasure.

"YES, YES, YES. OH GOD! YES, YES!"

This time she really screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook to
another orgasm.

After more minutes of growing pleasure, Mum collapsed
her arms and her head were down on the bed, her arse was sticking
up in the air.
I felt the build up and knew I was going to have a huge orgasm myself.

I started pounding into her harder. I pulled her tits,
jerking her body back and forth.
Mum screamed into the mattress and grabbed handfuls of
sheets as I fucked her. I felt Mum spasm and shudder. I was
still holding onto her nipples, pounding into her for all I was worth,
immersed in my own feelings. My cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness and
I kept driving in and out of Mum's wet pussy. My balls were soaked with her pussy juice
as it ran out of her and down our legs.

I could feel the tension grow in my groin and I came again.
Mum was having another orgasm the way she was gripping the sheets and
screaming into the mattress. I kept fucking as long as I could, Mum
moving about under me cumming over and over.

Eventually I stopped, still on my knees, buried all the
way inside her pussy.
Mum just stayed where she was, breathing heavy and then fell forward,
pulling my cock out of her in the process.

After are breathing had calmed down, Mum roled over on to her back,
breasts swaying.
A vision of totally sexuality satisfied. Neither of us said anything for a
some time.
She leaned over an planted a kiss on my still on my lips.

"I love your cock darling." Mum said.

Then Mum turned to me and spoke quietly.
It was like opening the flood gates of a dam. She said things I never
expected to hear from my normally reserved mother.

"Thank you, Mark, for making me feel so good. By giving me such lovely orgasms.
But darling, we have to talk.

I really need to talk about what happened.

We committed i****t".

Mothers and sons should never have sex with each other. It was all my fault.
I should have stopped you but you were loving me so wonderfully
that I couldn't.
"I could'nt stop you" I was loving it and needing it as much as you.

"I'm embarrassed that you caught me masturbating but I
have to do it to keep from going crazy.
Having you, my son see me naked, giving myself a orgasm makes what I
have to say much easier.

I can't hide anything. I know we shouldn't be talking about this,
but I have to. You are my c***d, My Son.
After what we just did to each other I'm sure nothing I say will shock you.
Hear me out.
Forget that I'm your mother for a while and just think of me as a woman.

"I discovered sex when I was a young girl in boarding
school. All of us lived in a dormitory. Boys on one
floor, girls on another. I wanted to be a dancer. My
life consisted of school work and dance practice. The
dance teacher claimed that relieving sexual tension
would help my performance.
I didn't really believe that but the teacher insisted.
She liked to cuddle me and touch me between the legs. It felt
good so I let her.
But after a few months she found a younger girl who was
more compliant so she left me to my own devices.

"We had no TV in our dorm. When the lights went out the
boys sneaked into the girl's quarters and crawled into
our beds.
It was our nightly amusement. I shared my body
parts with most of the boys and girls in my dorm.
After my first few fumbling attempts, I found that I really enjoyed sex.
I lost my virginity at twelve and I didn't miss it one
bit. I'm sure other boarding schools were just like
mine. My c***dish evening climaxes relieved all the
pressure of the day.

"I liked sex so much that I even thought that something
was wrong with me. I had read about nymphomania in a
woman's magazine.
Perhaps I was a nymphomaniac. I worried a lot about wanting sex
so frequently.
But a few years later when I got to college my female health
counselor assured me that many girls my age liked having
sex. I was simply at the high end of the range and that I had a high sex drive.
I should be careful to make the boys wear condoms."

"I did a degree in English and I continued my dance lessons.
After I graduated I auditioned for several touring
musicals and even got the role of the "Tits and
Ass" girl in a summer production of "Chorus Line."
The play's run lasted for six months and my tits and arse got
plenty of exercise on and offstage.

"I liked to dance but I knew that not too many dancers
worked regularly because there was too much competition.
Musical theater was on the way out and young dancers
were as common as summer flowers. Thanks to my degree in
English I finally got a steady job.

"You must think that I'm a bad woman. But I'm not.
I'm a very moral person. I try to be a good mother.
It's just that I never lost my very high drive for sex. In my defense,
after I grew up I never slept with anyone I didn't respect. In
the years after our marriage your Dad and I were absolutely
faithful to each other, untill he ran of with that other woman.

"During our marriage your Dad and I made love almost every
night.
Sometimes he wasn't up to doing me. So on those nights when he
didn't have enough energy to fuck me, I played with myself.
He liked to watch me masturbate. I liked it too. It turned both of us on.

" Your Dad would play with my tits while I finger fucked myself.
Then he would suck the juices off my wet fingers.
He liked to watch me climax. After I climaxed
he would lie between my legs and eat my wet pussy until I
came again.
I loved what he did to me. We loved to fuck.

"After your Dad left me I couldn't contain my grief. Often I
cried myself to sleep. I would touch my body in the way
he had touched it, trying to pretend that he was there
in bed with me. I felt that I could deny the fact of
him running off by imagining that he was playing with me.


"My sexual drive stayed high after Dad left but
since I didn't have a man in my life I had to satisfy
myself.
I would often masturbate when you were in
school, knowing that I had a few hours of privacy. If I
needed to cum while I was working I would simply go to
the staff toilet, lock myself in a stall and give
myself a quick orgasm. I kept a small vibrator
in my purse for just such emergencies.
I really miss the physical contact with another human being but
masturbation was such an easy way to resolve tension.

"Mother's aren't supposed to be aroused by their sons
nor sons by their mothers.
But I was. When I washed you when you were young I would rub
your little cock with a washcloth until it got stiff.
I wondered what it would feel like in me. I was so bad"

"When you became a teenager I even fantasized that
your cock was in me when I masturbated. Or, at least
that you were watching me "do" myself although I didn't
think that I would have ever displayed myself to you nude.

I know that you sneaked looks at me when I was dressing and
I could see you get a hard on when I showed a little tit or leg.
I would have loved to help you take care of your young hard on's but I
was afraid that I would shock you.

"When you caught me "Playing with myself" yesterday the
decision was made for me.
You saw everything I had to offer. Big naked tits, hairy pussy,
fingers in my wet vagina , everything.
You even saw me have a climax.
Your dad used to tell me that when I played with myself I put on a great show. I
hope you liked what you saw.

"I looked at your hard-on when you were standing in the
doorway and I wanted to tell you to stick your young cock into
my hairy pussy and finish me off.
But I waited too long. Just knowing that you were watching me made me
get too excited.
I felt my legs get stiff and I came much quicker than I expected.
Too quick.
I had an orgasm before I could ask you to join me. Then you went to your
room.
It's too bad. I really was ready to have you fuck me.

"I'm so happy that you found the courage to come to me tonight.
I felt that I was having a wonderful dream.
Once you started to eat my pussy I knew that I wanted
your hard young cock inside me.
I just had to put your cock in my pussy. It wasn't until I finally woke up that I
realized that it wasn't a dream.
My son was fucking me.

"And I was fucking him. We were fucking each other.
It felt so good.
I knew that it was wrong but I couldn't make myself stop.
I needed to have you make me cum. I'm so glad we finally fucked
each other darling.

"I've pretty well adjusted to life as an almost middle
aged matron. I don't want the complication of finding
another husband and I don't like one night stands.
But I desperately need sexual satisfaction. No one ever gave me climaxes
like you just did. Not even Dad.
You were the best. I really want us to do it again."Let's not beat around the bush.

Dad is gone but I'm here.

I would love for you to come to my bed. I am your mother so what we will be doing is i****t.
The law says that mothers and sons shouldn not have intercourse with each other.
It is supposed to do bad things to the babies. But I can't get pregnant any more
so that shouldn't be a problem. After you were born I had my tubes tied.

"If you are willing to overlook the little legal
technicality of i****t.
it will be a lot of fun. Things will be just as they were before.

As far as anyone knows we will still be mother and son. No one need
know that we have sex with each other.

"If you decide that you want to sleep with me again I
promise to give everything I have to loving you.
No holds barred. I've had plenty of experience. I've
learned know all the tricks.
I may not look like a teenager but I can make fuck better than
anyone you are likely to meet for the next few years.
If you decide to share my bed. I'll do whatever you want... in the bedroom.

"I just want you to give me climaxes like the ones I had
tonight.
"You can make love to me any way you want.
Any time you want. You can use my tits and pussy as you
wiant Mark.
I am all yours. You won't have to sneak looks at
my boobies and try to see up my skirt anymore.
It was obvious that you got erections when I sat close to you
on the couch. Now when we are watching TV at night you
can play with my titties and finger my hairy pussy while I give
you a blow job.

"I know my legs are sexy. I have nice calves and firm
thighs. I know you like them. I can see that your cock
gets hard when I cross my legs in front of you. I used
to do it deliberately to tease you. Now you can play
with my legs as much as you like. You can lick all the
way up my legs and feast on what's between them. I'll
wrap my sexy legs around you when you fuck me. You can
have me for real.

"I want to be a good mother and help you any way I can.
I know young boys want variety.
I don't want to monopolize you but finding the right girls takes a lot
of time and effort and often is so disappointing.
By loving me you won't have to worry about getting any of
your partners pregnant or catching some disease. When
you feel like masturbating over one of your teachers or
classmates you can fuck me instead.

"I won't feel bad if you pretend that you are doing someone else. Even your big
titted English teacher. I've seen the way you look at
her at school. When you handle my tits and make me
climax you can pretend it is her.
Even I think she is sexy.

"Don't be upset. I'm not a lesbian. It's just that women
like to make love to other women too. I learned that
when I was young. You don't have to be gay to realize that even women
like to suck other women's tits. I've found that some women can give me a
decent leg thrashing orgasm too. They know just where to touch me.

"I know that it can't last. Eventually you will find
someone your own age. Or you may even get tired of me.
But I hope that you will make love to me regularly until
you go to college. Maybe even a few times when you come
home on holidays. I have been keeping my libido in check
for far too long.

"If you take me up on my offer we will have to be very
carefull and discrete about it. You can never tell anyone what we do.
And I guess we better shut the windows and curtains next time.
I made enough noise to wake the neighbors. Now we both better
get a couple of hours of sleep before I'm I get you to fuck me again.
By the way, you are a great little mother fucker."

And that's the story of how I started fucking my mother.
Believe it or not.