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"Kiss me... I want you to kiss my whole body..." she murmured. I immediately obey her request and start kissing her tits, the little nipples, surrounded by large pink areolas, were rock hard. After sucking and kissing them for a long time I began exploring the rest of mom's body with my tongue. From time to time she shuddered and panted. Eventually, after playing for a while with her belly button, I arrived at her pubic hair. Carefully I parted her cunt lips and stared at the pink crevice tipped by her clit. An exquisite perfume emanated from her cunt. She accepted patiently my inspection for a while then she grabbed my head with both hands, gently forcing it towards her twat.

"Kiss me... please kiss me there," she whispered. I place my mouth on her vagina and started licking and kissing. She opened the legs wide and forced my head against the crevice, it felt like she was trying to thrust me back to the same place where I came from nineteen years before! I went on sucking and licking the uniquely-flavored liquid produced by her body. She was now quivering continuously and, just when my jaws were beginning to ache, she had a sequence of short spasms and released the pressure on my head.

"Please come... put it on me..." she begged. I crawled back over her body and wrapped my arms around her neck. She gazed into my eyes in a different way. It wasn't my tender and sweet mom, here was another woman, with a sensuous look, lust gleaming out of her green eyes. I was amazed to find that for the first time I noticed mom had green eyes, a dark, indefinable green. The tip of my hard rod was rubbing against her labia but I was afraid to profane so special a part of my mother's body. As a matter of fact I was enjoying having my knob nested in that warm, soft and soaking cradle.

Mom spread her legs wider and pushed her belly against my prick in an unmistakable invitation to invade her body with my boyhood. A light push of my crotch was enough to insert half of my shaft in her eager vagina. Mom gasped loudly, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against hers. A second stroke and I was fully inserted in her in pussy. I was so excited that, even though I tried to keep control of the situation it took only a few strokes before I felt a strange and exquisite sensation, as though all my body fluids had been drained through my dick into her sucking vagina. It was a so strong that was I had to struggle to stop myself fainting. Breathless I relaxed my body over mom while she caressed my back. I kept my face buried in her hair, savoring its sweet perfume. Now, after I had fulfilled my dream, I was afraid to face mom. When eventually I dared to look at her she had a shy smile in the face.

"How do you feel?" she asked. I assured that I was feeling alright and for sometime we exchanged caresses until my dick completely softened and slid out of her body.

"Now that you have satisfied your desires for my body I want to tell you something," she said. "Sometimes when you fulfill a need and return to reality there's a feeling that you shouldn't have done that. It's a sort of guilt. Please don't feel so, what we did was not something bad. Of course, society says that a mother and her son mustn't have sex with each other. But you shouldn't feel guilty or bad for what we did. Treat it as an experience, nothing more than that." I was so tired and stressed with all that happened to me in the last few hours that I barely noticed when mom turned off the bedside lamp.

I woke up next morning with a strange feeling, as if I had had a nice dream. Looking to my side I saw mom sleeping quietly on her back. It wasn't a dream! As I remembered what we had been doing some hours before a doubt begun to grow in me. I was afraid that it just happened because mom had drank too much vodka. If I was correct she would blame me, who'd been clear-headed, for all that had happened between us. It would be hell when she woke up! Even so I felt my prick slowly getting hard again. Thinking, as in the song, "Whatever will be will be," I decided to have what might be my last sight of mom's naked body.

Very slowly, so as not to wake her, I took hold of the sheet that covered both of us and started to move it down. In a while I could see mom's naked body again, her tits moving up and down with the pace of her breathing; her surprisingly flat belly and the large expanse of black fur, still sticky with the mixture of my dried semen and her own juices. The velvety skin of her rounded thighs had several shiny stains. I had a moment of apprehension when I saw that she was waking up. Was mom thinking the same as me? Her eyes twinkled several times, then she looked down at her own naked body and then slowly back in my direction. After a moment a shy smile sprang to lips.

"What are you looking at?"

"I was looking at your body. You know that you have a wonderful body?" She smiled again, delightedly at my admiration of her. Seeing that she didn't have any bad feelings about what happened the night before I bent closer and delicately took a nipple in my mouth. She sighed and started caressing my hair.

"Thank you, mom!" I whispered looking into her tender face.

"Why?"

"Because you gave me the most wonderful gift I ever received. Until now you were just my loving mother; it's amazing that I never saw you before as a woman, I mean, you were mommy, the person who took care of me when I was sick, who checked my school performance and all that. I know it was even more difficult after the divorce. And all of a sudden my dear mom shows up as a sexy woman, a beautiful female! You can't realize how happy I am. I feel much better now. I was afraid you would blame me for what we did."

"By no means, there's nothing to regret!"

"Just one thing you said yesterday after we... well... you know. You said that I should treat it as an experience. Does that mean that it's all over?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm your mother, we are not supposed to do that."

"Mom, I don't understand why should we act in accordance with a rule that was established thousands of years ago by a silly feeble-minded?. Why can we being just a man and a woman? We are both adults, nobody is being forced to do it. Or may be you didn't like it?"

"It's not a matter of like or dislike, you must understand that..."

" Just answer my question!" I almost shout, surprising myself with my strong determination.

Conversely from my brother or my sister, until that moment I had been a highly acquiescent son, accepting without questions mom's authority, an authority that largely grew up after she had divorced from daddy. Mom was surprised, as well, with my manners. She looked on me in the same way she used to do when was saying something that ended up with an argument. I looked intently into her eyes and she raised the head, her face blushed thoroughly. I came close and surrounded mom in my arms. It seems that it was what she was despairingly expecting me to do.

"Oh Mark, my dear. I'm so confused, I don't know what to do." This was the first time I'd seen mom show any weakness. We were both sat on the bed, I held her in my arms and she buried her face in my chest, which was quickly becoming damp with her tears. She was sobbing loudly, like a c***d, her body shaking uncontrollably. It lasted a long time before it began to subside. I don't remember the date but that moment was certainly my first step into maturity. I was able to understand what was going on with mom: the end of her relationship with that man, combined with what had taken place between us was too much in such a short period of time. It was painful to have to give up in my physical intentions but it was the only thing to do. To follow through would have been to **** mom and this wasn't in my plans.

"Easy Mom, it's all right now. I understand... I think that the best thing now is for you to take a shower whilst I fix a breakfast for us." She seemed relieved with my decision; I held her face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Quickly she jumped out of bed and stepped into to the bathroom. I looked at her naked body for what I believed was the last time.

After breakfast I took a shower and went to deal with my other passion: my car. For my eighteenth birthday daddy had given me a 1969 Volkswagen Karman-Ghia. It was as old as me and in a terrible condition but with the help of a friend whose father was a retired mechanics and had a full set of tools in his garage, I had been spending every free moment working on it. My friend was doing the same with a '72 Plymouth Road Runner. Our plan was not to restore the cars but turn them in some sort of hotrods, taking account of our limited budgets. I was saving every penny and investing them in my car.

I went to my friend's house to work on the suspension but it was a lost day. I couldn't work with my usual enthusiasm and was so distracted that my friend noticed it. In spite of my efforts my mind was far away from my lovely Karman-Ghia. I was replaying the previous night countless times in my mind. His mother invited me to have lunch there. I called mom to let her know. During the lunch I caught myself looking at his mother several times. She was a few years older than mine and the perfect image of a mother; several pounds overweight, gray hair pulled back into a bun, spectacles and wearing an apron over her dress. I couldn't imagine my friend facing the same problems I had!

We worked in our cars till mid afternoon and then I went back home. At first I thought mom wasn't there and felt relieved. The breakfast had been very embarrassing, both of us avoiding looking directly at each other. I was tired, both physically and mentally and decided to have a nap. When I woke up it was almost eight PM, I had a quick shower and decided to see my buddies in a bar that belonged to an old racing driver. The place was decorated with trophies, old posters, photos and all kind of racing memorabilia. A bunch of us car fanatics use to meet there. The owner liked to talk about racing and we could stay the whole night and drink only one soda.

As I was leaving I saw light under mom's bedroom door. As I usually did, I knocked to let her know that I was leaving. Usually mom answered, "Good night, take care," but that night there was no answer and I assumed that she was already asleep. I was opening the front door when she came hurrying out of her bedroom.

"Mark, hold on a moment please. Where are you going?" It sounded very odd since she was never interested in where I was going.

"I'm going to see my buddies."

"Mark honey, we need to talk."

"If you don't mind, can we talk tomorrow? It's a Sunday and we have the whole day."

"I... I want to talk now." The only thing I could guess she wanted to talk about was what had taken place the night before. "Please Mark, five minutes." She almost implored me. It didn't make any difference if I was five minutes or half an hour later.

"OK, let's talk".

"Do you mind if we sit?" She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the sofa where everything started 24 hours earlier.

"Mark, I spent the whole day thinking about what happened between us and..." It seemed that she had prepared a speech for the occasion and was trying to luck up the courage to say it. I decided to help her.

"Mom, listen, we already talked about it. You don't need to worry, it's gonna be the way you want." I was trying to be polite and not show any resentment about her decision.

"Honey, it's not what you're thinking, well... it is but," she came closer to me and placed a hand on my leg, her voice was almost a whisper. "As I said, I thought about everything carefully and came to a conclusion. You were right when said there is something between you and me, and if you and I agree and keep it in secret then it's OK. This morning you asked me one thing that I didn't dare to answer but I will do it now: Yes, it was very good, I hadn't had so strong an orgasm for a long time."

"Do you mean, you and I... ?" It was my turn to be stunned at what she was saying. Mom nodded several times and, as if to seal her intentions, she gave a light kiss on my lips. I pulled her against me and mashed my lips against hers. Mom jumped on top of me, sitting on my lap. I was amazed and thrilled that she had changed her mind.

"Are you still planning to see your friends?" She whispered almost inaudibly.

"What do you want me to do?"

"If you really don't mind I want you here..." I kissed her again and placed a hand on her knee. It was late fall, warm weather, and mom were wearing a light and loose sleeveless cotton dress. My hand slithered up her leg, lifting the dress up and exposing her rounded thighs. Slowly I started unbuttoning her dress. Once again her small lacy white bra was revealed.

"I don't understand why you wear a bra. You don't need it."

"After breast-feeding three c***dren and at my age I'm not so sure that I can go without it."

"Next time we go somewhere together I will show you..."

"Why don't we go to my room? I have a surprise for you," she said in a mysterious tone and with a funny look. We rushed to her room and whilst we kissed passionately I frantically removed her dress.

"Sit down and watch," mom said and unclasped the bra exposing her bare breasts. She inserted a thumb in each side of the waistband and slowly, very slowly, pulled them down. I was treated to a breathtaking sight; the formerly wide mat of thick fur that covered most of her lower belly was gone. Now there was just a small triangle, no more than two inches wide on each side of her bare twat. The cunt lips, now entirely visible, were tightly closed, not easy after three births.

"I hope you like it!"

"It's wonderful! Exactly the way I figured it should be. When you did it?"

"This afternoon, I went to the beauty parlor were I used to have my legs waxed and asked the girl to have a 'haircut'. She suggested the style adopted by the table dancers." I held mom by the hips and pulled her against my face, gently kissing her pussy. Mom sat on the bed and peeled the panties all the way off. My clothes quickly followed and we were soon again fully naked on the bed.

"How do you feel with your new hairstyle?" I asked her.

"It was funny; when I left the salon it was like I was wearing no panties. I felt so excited that I was afraid people around would notice. My pussy was dripping and my panties were soaked. I rushed back home and had a shower."

I inserted a finger in her pussy, it was wet again and made a sucking sound as I played with it with my fingers.

"I never saw a woman so juicy," I told her, "you should be called Miss Honey Pot."

"You fool!" She blushed and tenderly slapped my forearm. We exchanged light kisses like two young sweethearts, trying to make that moment last as long as possible.

"Tell me what made you change your mind," I said.

"After you went out this morning I start thinking about what we'd done. At the start I blamed myself, thinking that I had, intentionally or not, created the circumstances to make it happen. I felt responsible for everything. You are nearly a man, and is not easy for a man, especially at your age, to resist the temptations of a naked woman, even if that woman is your mother. I decided I should never have let you undress me and certainly shouldn't have invited you to stay in my bed. I was encouraging us to start an i****tuous relationship. And the fact I was drunk is not an excuse, after the cold shower I was sober enough to have stopped it if I'd wanted to. So there was only one logical conclusion, I did it intentionally."

Mom smiled shyly at me. "Besides, there is something you don't know..."

"Go on," I said eagerly.

"Well, not long ago I had a dream; and in my dream I was naked in my bed when you came into my room naked as well. Without a word you kissed my lips and my breasts and we made love. The sensation was so vivid that I woke up sure that it had really happened! For many days I was embarrassed by the dream and the only explanation I could think of was that I had been without sex for a long time.

"So this time I did my best to be rational and came to the conclusion that what was done was done; we couldn't simply erase it from our lives. If we pretended it never happened sooner or later it would emerge again. And, as you said, we are two adults. If we are attracted to each other in different way than society expects it's our business.

"Another reason was that in the last five years I've dated many men and it's was always the same, we'd see each other at a cocktail party or during a meeting and if there was a spark we'd have a 'business dinner' together and go to a hotel for a sex session. There'd just be time for some quick foreplay, a fuck, a shower and then it would be time to leave. Even with the man I saw for a long time it was the same. During the three years our relationship lasted we only spent one whole night together, when we were able to make a trip coincide.

"With you it was different, there was all those previous thrilling moments. I loved the way your manhood softened inside me, your arms wrapping my naked body. I said to myself, 'Why should I deny myself another of those wonderful moments?' The angel perched on my right shoulder shouted, 'Because it's wrong!' and the little devil on the other shoulder said, 'And who told you that it must be always right?' I bet you can guess who won!"

I leapt over mom, one leg on each side of her body, raised her to my chest and hugged tightly. I was in a high state of arousal I didn't care. I would give my mom all the love and affection she had been deprived of over the years.

"From now on you're going to be my girlfriend," I announced.

"Are you serious?"

"I've never had been so serious. I know that outside we must be careful but if we go away at weekends where nobody knows us we will be just another couple of sweethearts."

"I'm not sure that I would look like your girlfriend. Don't forget I'm old enough to be your mother!" We both giggled then I went on,

"First of all there are lots of couples where the woman is much older than the man and no one sees anything wrong with. Besides, we can make some changes in the way you dress. At home and at weekends you should wear something relaxed, I mean jeans, tee-shirts or shorter dresses."

"Hey, I'm not young enough to wear miniskirts!"

"I'm not suggesting miniskirts, just something lighter and shorter, a few inches above the knees would be right. You have a such nice legs." I rolled over on the bed with mom on top of me. "Now let's stop talking, there's more important things to do."

"For example?"

"You can raise you belly a little bit and put my dick in your pussy. I bet you'll love it." Obeying my request she raised her torso and, holding my dick, aimed it at her pussy. She moved down my body until her now small patch of pubic hair was grinding against mine. She covered my lips with hers and darted her tongue in mouth. With mom on top, her legs slightly bent at each side of my body, I could freely massage her back and her perfectly shaped ass. With one hand on each mound I forced her body down against mine.
A few hours later I woke up in the dark. Mom was sleeping on her side, her body leaning against mine. Instinctively I placed a hand on her hip and started caressing her tender skin. It was enough to get me another hard-on. I inserted a leg between hers and pushed my rod against her pussy. A quick thrust was enough to insert the whole knob into her crevice. At that moment Mom woke and immediately understood what was going on. With a wiggle of her crotch she worked my dick all the way inside her. We had a long and lazy sex session. I pumped my pole into her eager pussy making my mom cum several times until I released another load of hot cream into her pussy. I fell asleep with my dick was still inside her.

We woke late that morning and there were no regrets. Just the opposite, we kissed and caressed each other for a long time before Anne decided to take a shower.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to shower with you," I said and she happily agreed.

In the bathroom she sat on the commode. "Turn around, don't look on me, I need to do something," she said.

Of course I didn't pay attention to her plea and when she saw that I was peeking at her

she smiled but didn't say anything. When she got in the shower I took the soap from her hands and rubbed it over her body. My cock was, of course, as stiff as a board. I got in the shower with her.

"My God, aren't you ever satisfied?" she said.

"It's your fault. You're such a sexy woman!" I answered. "If you weren't so beautiful I wouldn't be like this. I can't help getting hard every time I look at you. You used to complain that no one noticed you, I bet pretty soon you will be wanting to be alone again."

"No chance," my mother said, "You can have me anytime you want." We hugged and kissed each other under the warm water for a long time.

"Let's go back to the bed," she suggested. Under the covers again, it was good to dive my tongue into her warm slit, sucking and darting my tongue between her labia until she cried and begged to be fucked.

We spent the rest of the Sunday at home fucking as much as we could. The following week was the same. When my mom got home from work we petted and kissed each other which always led us to bed. Mom said that I during that week I must have filled her womb with a gallon of jism.

I took her to a mall and we bought her some jeans, the first she'd had in years. She was looking for a high priced brand name but I convinced her to buy slim fit, stone washed Levi's. We also bought some white tee shirts and male-styled long sleeve button shirts. On Saturday morning we went to the supermarket with her wearing one of her new outfits. We met one of my mother's friends who said she was delighted to see me helping Anne do her Saturday morning shopping. She said she would never be able to get her sons to do the same. I wondered what would she think if she knew what Mom and I had been doing in bed!

Back home I helped Mom put the shopping away. While she was standing in front of the sink chopping vegetables for lunch I stood behind her and hugged her around the waist.

"Let me take your jeans off, you'll feel more comfortable," I said. I knelt behind her unfastened the waistband and zip, then pulled them down and helped her step out of them. My face was a few inches from her butt, covered only by her small lacy white panties. Quickly, I lowered the panties down to the middle of her thighs.

"Hey, you said the jeans!" Mom protested. I placed my hands on the round globes of her ass but when I tried to separate them she clenched her buttocks.

I wondered if my mom didn't like her bottom being played with. Up to that moment I had never made any attempt to play with her ass, except when my hands used to stroll over the cheeks in bed, but I had never tried to force my finger into her crevice. I stood up and took hold of her breasts.

"What's wrong with me playing with your bottom?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," she replied. "I've just been to the toilet. Let's have lunch and after I will take a shower." I was pressing Mom against the counter rubbing my hard dick against her bare bottom. I opened the fly of my pants and pulled my prick out, pushing it between the succulent globes of my mother's ass. To my delight, she swayed and pressed he bottom against me.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yes..." She whispered.

"Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so..." she answered and smiled slyly. I took the knife from her hand and made her turn around. I put my arms round her waist and she put her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes.

"After... lunch... shall we?"

"Shall we what?" I probed, wanting to be sure we were talking about the same thing.

"You want to do it in my bottom, don't you?" I hand slithered my hand down between her ass cheeks, my middle finger touching her butt hole and then with a gentle thrust I inserted it up to the first knuckle.

"Do you mean here?" I asked. Mom just nodded.

The lunch seemed to last forever. Eventually we started to collect the dishes and then the phone rang. It was her boss who needed her to help with some papers. I think we were both disappointed. I know I was. I spent the afternoon working on my car.

When I went back in the house I saw mom's purse and briefcase over the sofa. I hadn't seen her come home. The door of her bedroom was half opened and the room was in semi-darkness. Mom was sleeping naked on her belly on the bed. I stood still in the doorway just enjoying the sight of her lying there.

I never tired of looking at my mother's body. It may not have been that of an eighteen year-old cheerleader or professional stripper, but it was magnificent in its maturity. Her hips, waist and shoulders were perfectly proportioned. Her buttocks were well-rounded and her legs long and shapely. Her smooth skin made her seem more like a thirty five year-old than my forty three year-old mother of three.

I sat down on the bed. On the nightstand there was brand new tube of Vaseline jelly still in its box. It was an unmistakable message from our lunchtime conversation, which had been interrupted by her boss. She woke up and looked at me with her deep green eyes. I leant over and kissed lightly her lips.

"How was it with your boss?"

"It was all right, I was back by five. I saw you were working on your car so I took a shower and waited for you."

"Sorry, I thought you'd be longer at work."

"I wasn't expecting to be back home so soon." Mom sat up in bed and put her arms around my neck.

"Let me have a quick shower, I'm stinking."

"No, I like you this way, I love the smell of your body," she said, pulling up my tee shirt. She then begun to kiss and lick my chest.

"Get undressed, we've already wasted too much time," she whispered.

She didn't need to ask me twice. I frantically removed my pants and underwear and held her in my arms.

After a few kisses I forced mom to turn around. She lay on her belly, her face buried between the pillows, her arms and the legs slightly apart. I gazed at her for sometime then placed my hand on her back. Mom's skin was very smooth and fresh, almost like a teenager. I slid my finger over her spine, from the nape of her neck down to the beginning of the deep valley that separated the two full mounds of her bottom. I placed a hand on each side of her cheeks and opened the mounds, exposing mom's anus. It was a round, protruding, slightly puckered hole covered by dark, almost purple skin. Between her anus and her pussy was darker skin covered by light and short fluffy hair. I couldn't stand anymore. I dove my face in that adorable valley, my tongue darting to the puckered hole. Her body shuddered fiercely as if she'd had been whipped. I covered her anus with my mouth, sucking it and pushing my tongue in at the same time. She responded by raising the ass and forcing it against my face. I responded by sucking more strongly and Mom's body stiffened. She was panting loudly. I repeated the caress several times until I felt breathless. I broke off and she remained with her face buried between her arms.

"Put it in me," she panted, "lubricate it before you..." she indicated the tube of jelly. I placed a big glob of Vaseline on my finger and pushed it slowly into mom's bumhole. Working carefully to stretch her sphincter, I moved in slow circular movements, her ass widening more and more as mom' relaxed her sphincter. It was fascinating to watch the little hole that at the start was tightly wrapped around my finger then opened in such a way that an egg could be fitted in without any effort. I added more Vaseline to keep up a good lubrication. I played with mom's bottom a long time, loving it, but the pressure in my cock was growing urgent so I lay over Mom and pointed the knob against the anal ring I'd been playing with and pressed gently against her bumhole. My cock slid easily inside her and my mom panted heavily.

"Is it OK?" I asked, concerned by the intensity of her panting.

"Oh yes! Don't worry, go ahead, shoved it all the way in me then keep it in, I want to get used to your dick," She said breathlessly. I paused, my prick deeply embedded in her bowels. This was something new, mom's anus was very receptive after so many years of intense anal sex and also due the rectal massage I had given her. Even so, like any anus, it was very tight, the sphincter strongly squeezing my prick.

After some seconds with my dick shoved all the way in I suddenly felt a perceptible looseness of pressure over the shaft. It seemed that mom had relaxed and her rectum had got used to the intruder. Very slowly, I drew my cock back and then shoved it in again. With each movement I increased the speed and the strength of the stroke. I slid my hands under her chest and grasped her tits, gently squeezing them. Mom returned my pistoning in her ass by sensuously swaying her butt. She panted heavily and murmured words of encouragement, begging me to push harder into her backdoor.

Finally my aching balls gave me signs that they ready and couldn't stand anymore and a continuous flow of jism was expelled from my prick deep into my mother's bowels. I lay against her back exhausted, my dick deeply embedded in her butt. Her anal ring contracted, chewing on my dick till it was soft enough to withdraw from her anus. As good as being inside mom were the moments afterwards when we held each other in our arms, slowly kissing and caressing and exchanging words of love. In these moments that beautiful and mature woman was my sweet lover, my adorable girl friend, and my hot mistress, not my mother.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Yes! Was very good!"

"You really like it up in your butt, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I get anal orgasms stronger than with my pussy."

"Is it common to women to like anal sex?"

'It's hard to say, I have some friends that say they never had it and never will, others say that they do it because their husband likes it and if they don't do it they're going look for it elsewhere, And there is a group that openly says they like it. I always liked it, ever since the first time!"

"Do you mind telling me how it happened?"

"No, there's nothing wrong in telling you. After what we've done what else could be wrong between us?"

I settled down beside mom, holding her in my arms, and she began.

"I was thirteen and dating a guy who was eighteen. You can imagine how proud I was to have caught the attention of an older boy. Our petting was getting heavier and heavier. He sucked my tits, which were pretty small at the time, and his hands were exploring under my skirt, his finger inside my panties and so on. I decided to stop him because my mother had advised me to keep my cherry at least until I was s*******n. On the other hand that guy was my first really serious boyfriend and I didn't want lose him.

"One day after one of those terrific petting sessions he asked if he could put his dick between my thighs and cum. He complained that his balls were aching and he could barely walk. That was another thing that mom warned me not to do. She said it is very dangerous if someone ejaculates over your pussy you can easily get pregnant, even being a virgin. Instead I gave him a handjob. He was always pressing me and saying that he was going to look for another girlfriend who would wanted to please him, that I was too young for that and all that bullshit boys used on us. I told him for the hundredth time that I was a virgin and not planned to change my mind very soon so he told me there was a way we both could have pleasure without the risk of getting pregnant or taking my virginity. He said that we could do it through my backdoor. The subject wasn't news to me, some of my schoolfriends had said they did it. But as usual others said that it was dangerous, that the anal ring would get loose and lose its elasticity, causing incontinence.

"To support their statement they told one of those lousy stories: a famous movie actress was addict to anal sex and the stretching of her ass got so bad that she needed to a colostomy to correct the problem! Once again I turned to my mother. Your grand mother was a very beautiful and sexy woman. One day when she was naked in her bedroom I came in to talk to her. After skirting round the issue I eventually said, 'Mom, do you and daddy have anal sex?' Mom laughed loudly and said yes, it was an important piece of their sexual activities and asked why I wanted to know. I explained the reason and my concerns. She relieved me by saying that she had being doing it for a long time without any problems.

"After mom's advise I decided that I would at least have to give it a try so I'd know what it was like. The opportunity came very soon after. My boyfriend sprained his Achilles' tendon during a soccer game and had to stay home for sometime. One afternoon I went to visit him when his parents were out. It was the first time I taken all my clothes for a boy. I played with his dick and then he asked me to turn around and show him my bottom. He was no more experienced than me, all he used to lubricate my rear opening was saliva. He spit in his hand and spread it over his prick. Unlike many people said, it didn't hurt. At the start it was a strange feeling, as if I were trying to expel something from my rectum then just a series of stings when the anal muscles were stretched. It quickly subsided and I felt incredible pleasure which grew until I had an orgasm much more intense than the ones I had experienced by playing with my clitoris.

"But everything has its price. Saliva works well at the beginning but it is quickly absorbed by the rectum walls. When the excitement was over I begun to feel a burning sensation in my rectum. After dinner I was feeling highly uncomfortable; not a pain, just a discomfort. So I learned the rule for good anal sex: it needs good lubrication. Unlike the vagina, the anus does not secrete any lubrication.

"From that day on I became an enthusiast 'backdoor babe'. Of course my relationship with that boy didn't last too long. And until I decided to give up my virginity, when I was nearly eighteen, I had anal sex with all of my boyfriends. I was so addicted to anal sex that during my first regular sex sessions I found it difficult to have an orgasm."

We woke up late the following day. It was Sunday and a beautiful day so I decided to take mom to a nice place I knew where I taken some previous girlfriends to have fun. The first I did was to help mom to dress in a new way. I gave her one of my racing tee-shirts. She complained a little bit until she saw that the shirt was loose enough so her nipples didn't show. Next piece were the shorts. She only had some old fashioned, golfing shorts which hung down almost to her knees.

I used scissors to remove the bottom part of the legs to make a pair of cutoffs. Mom had narrow hips and long legs so the cutoffs didn't look inappropriate for her age. I gave her one of my baseball caps. Mom wore a hair quite long, about four inches below her shoulders, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail which looked pretty sexy. Flat, strapped sandals completed her outfit.

On the way, when I stopped by a convenience store to buy sandwiches and sodas mom decided to stay in the car, not daring to be seen in her new outfits.

The place we went to was about sixty miles away from home. It was a large, state-owned area that later became a state park. On the banks of a wide, snaking river, the whole area was covered by hundred year-old tall trees with low bushes that grew high enough for complete privacy. The spot I chose was a hard-to-find narrow path that zigzagged for almost half a mile from the main trail to the riverbank. I was afraid of having the sides of my car scratched by the tree branches!

At the end of the path there was a clear area with only room enough to turn the car around and spread a blanket. It was a sheltered spot, surrounded by scrub woods, with access only by the path or the river. One of my best buddies who had an old jeep had told me about this place. It was a sort of secret spot where we used to bring our girlfriends to have fun without the risk of being caught by the police. Even on the weekends there weren't many people there. Of course at that time there was no parking lot, wooden tables or barbecue areas which now attract families.

Mom was amazed with the place, it was so quiet and secluded. We spread a blanket and sat enjoying the peace that this forgotten spot offered. The silence was broken only by the birds or the few old barges towed by tugboats lazily running up and down the river every half hour or so. We chatted about our plans for future weekends. Mom's boss had a small log cabin in the mountains, some three hours drive from our place. He had offered it to her several times and we decided we'd try it. Of course, our talk was interspersed with kissing and fondling and after the lunch our petting became more intense. I raised mom tee-shirt and kissed and sucked her breasts.

"Let's go to the car," she suggested when I started opening the zipper of her cutoffs. That was a problem because the competition seats I'd fitted were fancy, but were not suited to a petting session and didn't recline. We sat in the back, which was narrow, with only about a foot of space, not much room to do anything. I peeled off her tee-shirt and shorts, leaving mom wearing only her usual lacy white bikini panties. I opened my fly and pulled my dick out. Mom placed one hand over it and played for some time, stroking the shaft and squeezing it gently.

Holding the nape of her neck I gently pushed her head down into my crotch. She understood and took my swelling prick in her mouth. I had eaten mom's pussy several times but that was the first time she had ever given me a blow-job. She was an expert in that activity too and I was soon feeling exquisite pleasure. My dick is not enormous, just seven inches, but most of my girlfriends had not been able to take it fully into their mouths. Mom, after licking and sucking the knob for some time lowering her head until she had me all the way in her mouth, her lips and nose brushing my pubic hair.