Men always looked at her, and I just took it for granted, not thinking much about it. It turned out that Dad didn’t like it so much. They say timing is everything, or maybe people make their own fate. I dunno. Most of my memories of my youth are about moving a lot, and never having good buddies. So Mom was really my best friend. But what we talked about was always athletics, school subjects, why teachers seemed to like me and not other kids. “You’re bright dear. They always want to teach someone who learns fast.”
Sex never came up, because I didn’t start through puberty until I was twelve. Probably it would have if Dad hadn’t left. I remember them having arguments, about things I didn’t understand. So what if he slept with someone else? Every once in a while Mom would come in and sleep with me, and that never caused an argument. But Dad seemed like he didn’t like us anymore. And sometimes when Mom would curl up against me in my bed, she would be crying.
Then one night they woke me up with an argument, I heard a lot of crashing and stuff from downstairs, and then it got quiet. I remember almost falling back asleep when I heard him shout something, and the front door slam. Then Mom came in and cuddled up to me awful tight, crying real hard. I did fall asleep eventually, with her just laying there. I remember how wet her tears were on my face. She didn’t even get up to fix my lunch and I had to go to school with a lousy peanut butter sandwich I made myself. That afternoon, when I got home, she looked terrible, her eyes bloodshot and red, her hands shaking.
“What’s wrong, Mom? Where’s Dad?”
It was funny. She didn’t give me any explanation, but said she was sorry for not making my lunch. She kinda sniffled the whole day, and that night I woke up with her against me again, but this time we were front to front. She was asleep. And this is where timing comes in. I must have just been starting puberty, cause my little dick got stiff feeling her big tits and hips nestled to me. There was this funny jangling in it, totally different than when I took a pee, and I wanted to rub it against her. But it scared me, and I rolled over and just put my back to her. I remember she sort of sighed and her arm pulled me tight. It took me an hour to get back to sleep.
She was better the next day, and made my lunch. I stared at her body under the white robe she always wore in the morning, and my little cock got hard again. Usually if something like that happened I would have asked her about it, but I was afraid of bringing it up because I knew something was wrong. She still hadn’t said anything about Dad.
When I got home that afternoon there was a guy in a suit talking to her in the living room, and she gave me a coke and told me to go upstairs to my room. I tried to listen, but couldn’t hear anything. Then I guess the guy left, and she came up and walked in.
“Your Dad has gone away for good, Billy. We’re going to get a divorce.”
She sat down on the bed beside me, and looked at me like I might be sad, but I wasn’t. My stomach was kind of tight, but I just grabbed her hand and said, “I’ll take care of you Mom.”
She hugged me and smiled. She smelled nice like usual, and she kissed my cheek and told me to do my homework. At dinner she asked me if I would miss Dad, and I said, “Aw Mom he was yelling at you all the time, and he wasn’t very nice to me lately. If you’ll be happier, it’s okay with me.” She got up and hugged me.
That night, I woke up snuggled to her back. My pecker was stiff, and throbbed like it was hungry. It was stuck between her legs, right where her butt with just panties over it was pushed into my groin. I didn’t know what was going on, but started rubbing it in her crack because it seemed like what the stiff little thing wanted. It felt really good, and I kept rubbing until suddenly this explosion hit my whole body, and stuff shot out onto her panties. I had no idea what had happened, but I knew it was neat. My stuff sort of surrounded my cock and stayed there between her thighs. I shut my eyes again, but instead of falling back asleep, after about ten minutes my tool got hard again, so I humped into the wetness between her legs, and the same thing happened, but took longer, and was even better.
I know it must sound like I was a geek, but I had never had any sexual thoughts before, and chances are if a few more weeks would have gone by, I’d have asked Mom about it, she’d have explained and nothing unusual would have happened. As it was, she got up before me, and was kind of quiet at breakfast, and I wasn’t sure if she was acting strange because of Dad or what. So I just acted normal.
She quit sleeping with me, at least until the night Dad came and took me to the zoo a couple of weeks later. She seemed upset when I left, and just stood at the door and Dad stayed down by his car. He didn’t even get out of the car when we got home, and Mom pulled the door open before I even got there.
She seemed upset, and asked, “How was it honey? Was he nice? Did he say anything about me?”
He had said Mom was a tease, but I didn’t think that she wanted to hear anything like that, and just said, “Naw Mom, we just talked about school. Who’s Miss Frazier?”
She got upset about that, though and said, “She was there? Damn.”
Then she started crying and went up to her room. That night, I was awake when she sneaked in to my room and crawled in beside me. My cock had been getting hard every night, but I didn’t know what to do to make it stop tingling, so I waited until I thought she was asleep, then turned around, pushing at her with the stiff, tiny bundle of nerves. I pushed a couple of times and it got between her legs again. That felt really good, and I twisted it in and out of her legs, until the explosion came, and I shot all over her front. I looked down there, and saw white goo all over her panties, but also a dark triangle where I had been pushing, and little bits of hair at the edges of the vee of her panties. It didn’t smell like pee at all. I pushed it back between those warm thighs, wet with my stuff, and started humping again. I hadn’t even gotten soft after the first time.
I kept at it and just as I felt the nut coming, she woke up. “Oh Dan, Dan,” she sighed. (Dan is my Dad). I got scared but started spurting just as her eyes popped open and she yelled “Billy, Billy what are…oh my god.” She reached down and grabbed my dick, just as another blast came out.
“I’m sorry Mom, I’m sorry oooooh.” I humped at her hand, it felt so good, and she let it go and jumped out of bed. I was breathing hard. I heard her go into her room and start crying. I waited until I was calm, then pulled underpants on and went in and said “Mom, Mom, don’t be mad. I don’t understand.”
She stared at me. It seemed like forever. “You really don’t understand, Billy? Do you know what you were doing?”
I sort of did, but not very well. I said “No Mom. Why does my peepee get stiff like that? What is that stuff? Geez, it felt so good to me.”
She had tears running down her face, but began to laugh. “Where is that bastard when I need him,” she muttered. Then she pulled me over to her bed. She took my hand and looked me in the eye. “Billy, that’s how baby’s get born. You stick your peepee inside a girl, and it shoots, and she gets pregnant. You have to be terribly careful not to make a girl pregnant until you’re married. It feels good cause that’s your body’s way of making you want to have children. But you can’t do it to me.”
I asked “Why, Mom? Doesn’t your body like it too?”
She kinda giggled, and said, “Yes, darling. My body likes it too. But it’s evil to do it with your own son, because if you had babies they would be funny.”
I didn’t see that. “Do you always get babies when you do it?”
She sighed. “No dear, mostly women do things to avoid it. But it’s still evil between a mother and son.”
I shook my head and said, “I don’t see why something that feels that good should be bad between us, Mom. Besides, how can I make that feeling go away if I don’t rub you?”
That stopped her for a second, until she looked like she realized what I meant. “Uh, you mean you don’t know how to uh, masturbate? You know, jack off?” She was watching me, blushing, and when she saw that I didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, she sighed and murmured, “Shit” under her breath. She kept looking at me, and then said, “Okay Billy, I’ll show you how to, ummm, make the feeling stop. But then we’ll forget this all ever happened, and don’t you dare tell Dad.”
She reached out and grabbed my little boner, which was hard again. She grinned when I jumped, and leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Well, at least you love me.”
She pushed me down so I was lying on my back, and pulled my underpants off. My cock was about three inches long, but stiff as could be. She stared at it as she said, “See, you have to use your hand like it was inside a girl.”
She licked her hand, and made a fist, and stroked down from the head. I groaned, staring at her breasts, which were hanging there pushing out her tee shirt. She looked to see if I was paying attention, and saw where my eyes were.
“Billy! C’mon, pay attention. You shouldn’t think about Mommy’s body. Haven’t you seen Playboy or anything?”
She saw I didn’t know about all that either, and cursed. She got up and walked over to Dad’s closet, and bent down to get a box on the floor out. I watched her butt like a hawk, my tool just vibrating with the sexy sight of her hips wiggling, and that dark area between her thighs as she bent over. When she turned around, she had a bunch of magazines. When she saw where I was staring, she got this exasperated look on her face, and wagged her finger at me, but she was grinning. As she walked back to the bed, she opened the top one, and let this long poster hang out. She plopped down beside me, and held it up to me. It was one of the pictures I had seen in some of the kids’ lockers, a blonde with big titties and black fuzz between her legs.
“Hold it and look at her, Billy. When you masturbate, think about her, or the others in these magazines. See, it makes your peepee real hard.” She licked her hand again, and started moving up and down on my cock again, and I could feel it starting to give me those feelings. “Oh geez Mom. Oh boy. You mean that’s all there is to it?” I stared at the blonde, and after about ten strokes, I got another nut. Stuff really squirted, and I heard Mom giggle. I put down the magazine just as I saw her licking her hand with my white goo on it, and she blushed.
“Okay, now you know how to do it, Dear. Don’t do it too often, but when you have to, that’ll make you feel better. And I won’t come in and sleep with you anymore, so you don’t get tempted.”
I argued with her about that. “Geez, you could do it to me Mom. Then we could still sleep together. I like feeling you with me at night.”
She had a sad look again, and sighed. “I know darling. I like it too, but it isn’t fair to you. Now I don’t want to hear another word. Lets just forget this ever happened. Go back to your room, and take those magazines.”
I was almost crying now, and she chewed her lip as I pulled up my underpants, and grabbed the magazines.
But I stopped at the door and looked back at her, lying there looking sad. “Mom, those girls? They aren’t as pretty as you.” I pulled the door shut, as she started crying again.
With my curiosity aroused, I learned all the words quickly, mostly from classmates. There must have been a dozen different words they used for jacking off, and the ones who seemed to know the most were these rough kinds of kids who were big football players. They taught me fuck and cunt and all that stuff. They got a kick out of a little kid with no hair on his balls being so curious. But I was growing pretty fast, and pretty soon I had gained a lot of weight, and had a little hair down there. It’s funny; I was never shy around girls like the other kids in my class. I always compared them to Mom, and they weren’t even close, so I was cool with them, and because of that, I guess, they were after me all the time.
But it was true, their skinny bodies and bony legs just weren’t all that interesting. Not when you got home to a sexy woman who by the time a year had gone by had exercised herself back into the shape she had been in when she and Dad got married. And every once in a while, she’d have a bad day and want to sleep with me. The first night she did, I didn’t realize it until the next morning when I smelled her perfume in my room when I woke up. I squinted at her when I came down for breakfast, and she blushed. But it was around the time the divorce was being finalized, and two nights later I was still awake when she snuck in. I waited until she had gotten under the covers, and had squirmed up against me, with her front against my back.
Then I reached around and put my hand on her hip. “Billy! I thought you’d be asleep.” She started to roll over, but I kept hold of her hip and rolled round so my other hand could grab her behind the back, and held her against me. “Billy, Billy, stop it.” I strained up and kissed her, right on the lips, but softly, no tongue, just lovingly. She struggled against my hands holding her against me, but not too hard, it didn’t seem to me. When I took my mouth away from hers, she sighed.
I said, “Mom, I like being with you, feeling you, smelling you. I love you. I want it to be like it used to. When it was just you and I.”
She sighed again and put her arms around me. “Oh Billy, I love you too. Christ.” We lay like that for a while, but I couldn’t help my cock getting up. She felt it pushing into her belly, and whispered, “See, darling. It just isn’t a good idea, it’s dangerous.”
My head was spinning. “Mom, Mom.” I tried to pull her to me, frantic with desire. She pushed me away.
I twisted away, sobbing, “I wish I never got my cock stiff, didn’t want to beat off all the time. Then we could still be together, Mom.” My hand was down on my prick, working away. I was sad it couldn’t be like before, yet so damn horny.
I heard her moan, “Oh Billy, honey, I love you too, it’s just so awful.” I felt her hand sneak around and cover mine on my cock. “Here honey, let me do that.”
Her lips were kissing my ear, and my cheek. She wrapped her hand around my pulsating tool, and squeezed it softly. “Ahhh, you’ve grown darling. It’s bigger, and you have some hair. Oh my darling baby, mmmm.” Her hand was working up and down on my stiff dick, and the stuff was already oozing out, lubricating it.
Feeling her against my back, and her hand stroking my tool, I came quickly. “Mom, oh god, Mom. Ummph.” I squirted wildly, all over the sheets.
“Go ahead baby, get off, it’s nice, huh. Oh my baby, mmm.” We stayed like that, her hand around me, and she was waiting for me to calm down, but I didn’t. I could smell my jism, but there was something else too. It was her, the smell she got sometimes when she had slept with me and would moan in her sleep. I moved a leg back between her legs, and hooked behind her knee, just trying to feel her. I felt her hips kind of pushing against my butt.
“Oh Billy, you aren’t going down, you horny little boy. Oh Billy, it just isn’t right, but I love you baby. Here, I’ll do it again. Turn over.”
She pushed my skivvies down, and started stroking me again, kissing my cheek. I reached a hand over and covered her tit, feeling the nipple hard against my palm. I felt her jump a bit, and my hips pulsed up to make her hand go faster. “Oh shit, oh god,” I breathed, as she pumped my thrilled cock.
“Billy, Billy, Billy” she whispered in my ear. Then I turned my head and kissed her again, and this time she opened her lips and her tongue went in my mouth. Her hand moved faster, and I started really humping. Suddenly she threw the sheet off, and with her hand still working, kissed the head of my cock. She must have known that would do it, cause I started shooting with my head and nuts just in wonderful spasms, as she sucked my spunk into her mouth.
I shot and shot, it seemed to me more than I ever had before. I could feel her bucking against my hip, and I vaguely felt her cunt hair scraping my skin through her panties.
“Mom, Mom. Oh Mommyyyyyyy.” Then I smelled the smell of her, but stronger, and she was really twisting against my hip. “Darling baby, my little boy, Oh Billy, mmmmmmmmm.”
She was staring at me wide-eyed, a fevered look on her face. Her mouth was open, and I could see my thick white stuff on her tongue. Her pussy was still humping my butt. I lay there with stuff still oozing out of me, worming against her body, loving her smell, her perfume and that tart musky other smell that I thought must be from her cunt.
“Oh Mom, how can something so nice be wrong?”
I heard her suck in a breath, almost a sob, and she twisted away and ran to her room. I pushed my wet jockeys off, and followed her. She was curled up, and I threw myself down beside her. “Mom, I’m okay now, you got me off twice, I’ll be good, I promise.”
She was sort of strangling, crying I thought. I hugged to her, and she just lay there. Suddenly, she twisted around.
“Honey, give me your hand, okay?” She pulled me down and pushed my hand inside her panties, over the thick pubes, and down to her slit. She wiggled around until I felt a bump on one finger.
“Ahhh. Feel that, Billy. It’s my clit. Tickle it baby. Go ahead. I’m not okay. Ugggh.” I could feel the bump, and it was hot and hard. My middle finger was up on it, and she moved her hips when I caressed it. “Uh huh, uh huh, yeah. Just like that, oh yessssssss.”
Suddenly her hips went wild. I tickled faster, and she moaned like I felt when I came, and I smelled the smell again. Her hand was down there, and below mine her fingers were sort of buried inside her. Dimly, I realized that must be her vagina, her cunt. “Oh Mom, are you cumming too? God you smell good.”
She was crying kind of shrilly as we both kept pushing at her hairy mound. I couldn’t believe it, I was completely surprised, but I thought she seemed happier as she sort of sounded relieved.
She crooned, “Baby, baby, darling Billy.”
Then she kind of collapsed, her hands left herself, and went out to the side. I could feel the tension go out of her body. She was still breathing pretty hard, but it was slowing down some. We lay there for ten minutes.
She started crying again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she put an arm around my shoulders. We sort of cuddled a while, and I fell asleep. I didn’t wake up until the next morning, and she wasn’t there.
I got up and put my arms around her, being careful not to touch any of her skin. “Mom, Mom. Why can’t we just do what we did last night? That’s not wrong. You taught me how to jerk off, and we haven’t grown two heads, have we? I want to be there when you need comforting.” She choked on a sob, and giggled at the same time. I knew the word “motherfucker,” and knew it was a nasty thing. But that didn’t change the way my stomach felt, and the heat in my cock, and the love in my heart. She reached up and rubbed the back of my head, then turned around and kissed my cheek. “We’ll see, darling. Now go to school.”
We kept pretending it didn’t happen, and eventually life seemed to be normal. I grew some more, and one of the girls in my class got big tits and was after me a lot. Her name was Sally, and she was the sister of one of the football players. She was the best-developed girl in our class, and I was flattered by her attention. She went out with sophomores mostly, and even a junior one time, I heard. But in class, she always flirted with me, pushing her fat tits against my arm, and blowing in my ear. I just smiled at her, until one day after JV baseball practice she was waiting for me outside the locker room.
“Hey Billy. That was a nice play you made today.”
I blushed. “Thanks Sally. You waiting for Doug?”
She giggled. “No, for you silly. Why don’t you ask me out sometime?”
It was strange; I wasn’t embarrassed about her coming on to me, just about the compliment for my fielding. “Aw hell, Sally. I don’t have a car, and besides you go out with Doug. He’d be pissed if I took you out. And I don’t need that shit.” I remember thinking if I used naughty words, she’d be put off. We were walking out past the football field, and she took my hand.
Instead of going toward the street where we could catch the bus, she pulled me over to the woods behind the bleachers. She giggled when I didn’t say anything, just went along. “How come you’re so cool, Billy? I’ve been dropping hints to you for weeks, and you don’t do anything.” She whispered in my ear “Do you beat off all the time?”
I looked at her and smiled. We were standing under the trees, and in the dim light, she looked pretty good. I didn’t feel nervous or anything, but my cock was starting to lurch. “Do you, Sally?”
It was her turn to blush, so I stepped up and put my hands on her hips, pulling her chubby butt into my groin. I let her feel my hard-on. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath. “Geez Billy.” She kissed me, clumsily, with her mouth open, and her tongue went in my mouth. I took my hands off her hips and held her head, so she wasn’t so frantic, and let our lips massage gently, so it was nice and smooth. I let my own tongue slip in her mouth, and she moaned. Her eyes were closed, and she was enjoying it. I think she wanted me to feel her tits, but I knew what would get her hotter, and more willing.
I reached down and pushed my hand inside her jeans real quick. She squeaked, and started to say, “Stop it, Bi…mmmmm.” I had a finger inside her, and was rubbing the hard spot with my palm, the way Mom had gotten off. I felt her hips buck out, and she started mumbling “Oh, oh, oh.” as I stroked her. After about a minute, she reached down and unsnapped the fly of the jeans so they were looser. I could feel her soft little fleecy pussy worming at my hand. “Oh geez Billy, that feels better than when, ugh, when I do it. Unh, unh.”
Suddenly she started really writhing, and was squeaking. “Billy, Billy, yeahhhhhhh.” I could tell she came. I kept kneading her cunt so it would feel good to her. She gasped and humped for a couple of minutes, then opened her eyes and kissed me again. “Oh Billy. That was nice. C’mon, lemme have your cock, and I’ll jack you off.”
I stepped back, even though my prick was hard as a rock, and started unbuttoning her blouse. She had a white bra that wasn’t very sexy on. She was grinning, cause she thought every boy wanted her tits. I reached behind and released the clip in back, the way I had when I practiced with Mom’s.
When the bra came loose. I pushed it up and leaned over and sucked her boobies. They were fat and already starting to droop, but the big nipples tasted like salt, and it turned me on to run my tongue over the hard little points.
“Oh Billy” she groaned.
While I did that, I got my hand down and started on her pussy again. Her eyes started to close, and her whole body was wiggling. “Ummmm, ummm” she was moaning. So there I was, right in the middle of these small sparse woods, with little Sally putty in my hands. I didn’t want her to jack me off, I wanted to fuck.
“C’mon, Sally. Pull my pants down.”
She reached down and started fumbling with the belt buckle, and by the time she had that loose, I had unzipped my fly. She pushed the pants and jockeys down to my knees, then grabbed my dick. She started to stroke it, but she was kind of clumsy. It wasn’t hard to relax and keep calm. I pulled one leg out of my pants, with just my socks on, and then pushed her jeans and panties down off one leg with my foot. I kept diddling her with my hand. Then I sat down with my back against a big oak, and pulled her down on my lap, with her knees around my hips.
I saw her eyes open, and a little panic. I wormed my finger deeper inside her, and concentrated on her clitty. I felt her hips buck, and she relaxed. I kissed her, and her mouth was loose and frantic again. She still had her hand on my cock, and was trying to beat it so I’d shoot. I let her get used to this position, then reached down and got my hands under her butt. Her eyes opened, and I could tell she was excited.
“Let go my prick, Sally.”
She stared at me, breathing hard, and let go. I lifted her hips up, and felt around with the head of my tool, and learned another lesson about timing. The sensitive skin found her cuntmouth quick, and the head and a little more got inside her.
“Billy, nooo, noooo, I’m still a virgin…ohhhh, oooooh.”
I was holding her up, but as she tried to push backwards, my stiff tube pushed at her love button, and she stopped trying to get away so much. Her hips started to rotate, cause I had her good and hot, and she started working with my hands on her hips, and gave little grunts. “Oh Billy, you’re fucking me, aren’t you? It feels good Billy. Will it hurt…will it hurt? Oh, oh.” She leaned down to kiss me, and her hips slipped out of my hands, making her sink all the way onto my cock. “Ouch. Oh shit. Uhhh.”
I just sat there, my cock six inches in her pussy, jumping a little, waiting to see how she’d react. She stared at me, and I could almost see her relaxing and starting to want to cum again.
She moved up a little and settled back down. It didn’t feel rough or anything, actually real wet and hot. I saw her eyes close as she sunk all the way down again, and she must have been hitting her clitty.
“Ummm, yeah Billy. Fuck me, fuck me.”
By now I was so hot I had no idea how long it would take, but I started humping up into her hole, and she tried to help me get all the way in. We were kind of clumsy, but it felt awesome, and I could feel jism loading up in my balls. I sort of vaguely knew it would be better if I could wait, so I tried to not be too wild. Pretty soon she was doing all the work anyway, as she started really writhing. And then she came, real hard, in spite of its being her first time, and she seemed to really enjoy it.
“God damn, Billy. Jesus, jesus. Ooooooh.”
I hunched down a little, and humped into her, even though I could feel her body squeezing my prick. Two strokes, and I started shooting.
“Oh Sally, Sally.”
She heard me, and felt it, I think, and got this funny smile on her face. She leaned down and whispered, “Did you like it baby? Did it feel good to fuck me? Boy I liked it.”
Just then, we heard some noise, and she jumped up and covered herself frantically. I just sat there and pulled my pants up. It was just a bunch of kids, and they never saw us. She was standing there, fumbling with her shirt, the top two buttons of her jeans still loose. I said, “Come here Sally. Let’s cuddle.”
She sighed and sat down beside me, and we sat there for a long time. I liked feeling that she enjoyed it too. I never did tell her it was my first time. She seemed to assume it wasn’t.
Sally worried for a couple of weeks whether she was pregnant. I heard Doug was mad that she didn’t want to go out with him any more, and we walked home from school together all that time, but never made it again. Then she got her period one night. She called me at home.
Mom answered it, and when she handed me the phone she was grinning.
Sally said, “Billy, I just started my period. It means I’m not pregnant. Geez I feel better. Listen, will you get some rubbers, and we can come over here in the afternoons?”
I said sure, and hung up. Mom asked what Sally wanted, and I just said she wanted me to get something for her. Mom looked at me kind of funny. She hadn’t come in my room since that last time, because really, her life was going pretty well. She had started dating a couple of good looking guys, and had even more calling her. She seemed more relaxed, and we cuddled sometimes on the couch watching TV. She didn’t seem nervous or upset. I still got hard around her, but had learned to hide it.
She had this job answering phones for a legal office, and started taking courses to become a paralegal. She hadn’t done even one year of college, but seemed to handle the courses easily. Anyway, three nights a week she was out until nine. Sometimes she stopped to have a drink with one of the class, and her teacher took her out too. So she was busy, happy, and my grades were good. So she bubbled. One morning I said to her “It’s nice to see my old Mom back.” She kissed me real hard, right on the mouth. No tongue, though.
Sally and I tried making it at her house a couple of times, but it didn’t work very well, cause her Dad got home no more than a half hour after we did. She didn’t seem to mind, but I told her it was better when you took more time. So we started doing it at my house. It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. We were up in my room, with the shades drawn, and she stripped like she never wanted to wear clothes again. Her big titties hung there, and her fleshy hips were spongy. I liked fucking her, but she didn’t have much to say, and when we were finished fucking, all we did was watch TV. She seemed to think it was normal. But I used up a lot of rubbers.
Sally must have told some of her friends I was a good lover, cause they all were after me even worse now. One night when Sally was over, one of them came up and rung the bell. When I answered it, Dotty, that was her name, gave me a big smile and said, “Hi stud.”
Sally heard her and came over behind me. Dotty got this funny look on her face, and ran away. But Sally must have seen the disappointment on my face, cause that night when she left, she said, “You don’t love me, do you Billy?”
I didn’t want to say that, so I just hung my head. She sighed and said, “I know, but I really like fucking you. You can go out with other girls, okay. Just save some time for me.” After that night, it stopped being a regular thing, and Doug grinned like a Cheshire cat from then on…
After a couple of days, I told Dotty to come over that night, and she did. It was that easy. I used up three rubbers that night. When she asked me when we could do it again, I said I’d have to check my Mom’s schedule. The next night I asked a girl named Lois, and she came too. It was amazing. Dotty wasn’t a virgin, but Lois was. For several weeks, I was busy with all of them, and wasn’t horny ever. I hardly jacked off at all.
She was curled up on her bed, crying softly. When I came in, she looked up and said, “You had someone here, didn’t you?”
I admitted it, but said I didn’t see anything wrong with it. She looked at me strangely, and then buried her head in the bedspread again. I got on the bed and hugged to her, but she tried to push me away. “You were doing nasty things with them, weren’t you? Sneaking behind my back. Whatever happened to my sweet son?”
“What’s wrong Mom, what’s wrong?”
She just kept sobbing quietly, when she realized I wasn’t going to leave. Finally she calmed down, and sniffled “He hurt me tonight, Billy. It was disgusting. Oh, you wouldn’t understand.”
I said, “Well, who else can you talk about it with. I’m here, and you know I love you. C’mon, spill it. If you don’t, I’ll get some of my buddies and we’ll go beat the shit out of him.” It was a bluff, cause I didn’t know who she was talking about.
She finally told me the story. Her teacher had been real nice to her until she finally let him make love to her, but then had turned into an “animal”. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but she finally admitted he had tried to fuck her ass tonight, and that had been the final straw. “I hit him on the head with a vase. I had to walk all the way home. He actually, um, got it in a little, and it really hurt.”
She started crying again. I held on to her, wishing I could make her feel better. She kept talking, in fits and starts through her tears. “I can’t go back to school now. I don’t know what he’ll tell them at the firm. Ohhh damn.”
I told her “Screw the firm, Mom. They don’t deserve you. You can get that kind of job anywhere. Besides, anybody who knows you won’t believe his shit.”
She took a couple of deep breaths, then twisted around and looked at me. “Where did you learn such language? Those slutty little girls? How long have they been coming here? You haven’t gone…all the way, have you.”
When she saw the answer in my face, she started crying again.
You’d have had to see her. She had on a silk dress that outlined her body, and no bra. Her hair was spread out around her, and even though her eyes were red, her face was it’s usual exotic loveliness. Her tits were jutting up, even though she was lying on her back. So I leaned down and kissed her softly. She surged up to me, wrapping her arms around me, and still crying, kissed me back hard. I just stayed like that, our mouths pressed together, and after a minute she eased up.
“You’re still my baby darling. Oh Billy. Not so little anymore, and a man. Oh Billy.”
We fell asleep that way, fully dressed on her bed. I woke up later, and she was still there, snoring softly, her dress up around her waist, and one tit out of her dress. I had seen big ones, little ones, poky ones, but never with the fullness and beauty of hers. Her panties were ripped, and her puffy cunt, which she must have shaved, was right there before my eyes. My cock jumped, and I got up and tiptoed to my room, because I couldn’t take her being so near.
I felt her in the early morning, in a tee shirt now. She was nuzzling against my back. When she realized I was awake, she whispered, “You’re getting so big, Billy. Built like your Dad. Why did you leave me last night, darling? I was so scared when I woke up and you were gone.”
“I guess I love you too much, Mom.”
“Oh baby, are you horny again? Here, let Mommy help you.” Her hand went down to my dong, and she started to stroke my cock.
But since I’d had a nice nut with Lois, I was pretty relaxed, where she got excited quick. My back was to her, and I could feel her other hand moving around, I thought it was probably tickling her cunt. I waited until she was breathing pretty hard, starting to get excited myself, then twisted around and put my hand down there. Her panties were off! I stared at her face, pretty and clean now, a little smile with eyes half open, humping to my fingers. I started crooning to her, my heart was so full, “Mom, Mom, you’re so beautiful, no one else is as nice as you, oh god Mom.”
She smiled and moved her head and we kissed, open mouthed, and our tongues touched.
I buried my head on her tit, finding the nipple through the tee shirt right away. I felt her flinch, but by now I knew girls just love having a man suck on their boobs. I heard her sighing. I sucked until the material was sopping wet from my saliva. Her pussy was real wet now, and she was humping into my hand hard, and her hand wasn’t stroking on me. I pulled my head up and stared at the big nipple outlined under the tee shirt. Then I held her eyes, and took my hand out of her crotch and sucked on both fingers that had her juice on them. Her eyes got wide, and she looked at me with a funny combination of emotions on her face. I could tell she was hot, but she was mad too.
I started fumbling with the tee shirt, mumbling “Mom, Mommy, lemme see your titties, please, lemmme suck ’em.”
She stared at me, breathing hard, for a few seconds. Then, in one quick movement, she sat up and pulled the shirt over her head. That moment is in my mind forever. The way she did it was with this smile of relief on her face, and pleasure as she watched my eyes on her wonderful breasts, and a look as though she was glad to get naked with me. I almost popped right then.
She laid back down and said, “Go ahead baby, suck Mommy’s titties.” I groaned and started in, putting my hand back down in her twat.
My mind was spinning. I knew she was hot, and I felt like she was willing to do anything I wanted. I stoked her while I sucked on her boobs, first one, then the other. The nips stood up stiff, and when I tongued them, getting ’em real wet, she was whispering, “You little devil, you’ve done this before, with those little sluts, I bet. Mmmmmm, Billy, don’t stop, don’t stop. Ooooh, yes.”
She was really juicy on my hand now. I was humping my cock into her hip, and my mind was in its fucking mode, not thinking of her as my Mom but as a slit to be filled.
I rolled on top of her, rubbing my crotch against hers. Her eyes snapped wide open, and she rolled me off her, keeping one leg over me so I couldn’t move. There was that angry look again, but her cunt was still twisting at my hip. “You little bastard, oh Billy, oh shit.”
Then before I knew it, she had her hips over my head and pushed her bottom into my mouth. She started scraping the wet, smooth, puffy lips of her pussy back and forth across my face. She was frantic, and I could smell her musky odor, and taste that same bittersweet twat cream. “Be good, baby. Get Mommy off. You gonna be good?” She waited to make sure I wasn’t going to try to move, then mumbled, “I’ll suck you if you’re good, Billy.”
I nodded a couple of times, and then stuck my tongue out and it found her clit. She squeaked when I hit her clitty. Then I felt her mouth all around my cock, and in one movement she had it all the way down her throat. Since she was bending down the point of her pubic bone was almost inside my open mouth, and I sucked like a madman when I felt the lovely wet warmth of her mouth enclose me. I kept licking her clit, and she moved her head so my prick fucked her mouth, and that quick we both came.
It was the best nut I had ever had, and she was grunting wildly around my tool. Her thighs were squeezing around my face, and we were writhing against each other. I felt her tits on my groin, and the pressure made me shoot and shoot. She was kinda choking, sobbing, and groaning all at the same time, and my hips were humping up, while I sucked and licked at the soft, wet flesh in my mouth. Cream was running down my cheeks. It lasted about two minutes, for both of us. For some reason she started laughing, and I did too.
She rolled off and we lay there, on our backs, the smell of our bodies all around us, sort of chortling. When she stopped, she didn’t even look at me, just lay there kind of whimpering. Then she muttered “Jesus” and ran out of my room. I just lay there, the memory of my orgasm sweet and fabulous. After a while I heard her showering. As I settled down, I started worrying about how mad she would be.
It was still early, and I didn’t have to go to school for another hour, but I threw my clothes on, and ran out of the house. I had to walk to school, but I didn’t mind. I had gym second period, so I got a shower then, but not before Sally brushed against me after Algebra, and snickered, “You smell like pussy, Billy.”
She didn’t come out the whole night. When I fell asleep, I could hear her crying.
The next morning she came down in her robe. We didn’t say anything for a while, and then she told me they had fired her.
“That bastard got me fired. Just like that. What a crock. Nobody would listen to me.” She was crying again. I tried to hug her, but she pushed me away. “Don’t touch me you little pervert. Christ, you wanted to fuck me two nights ago. Your own mother. All men are the same.”
That really pissed me off, and I stomped out of the house. Just as I let the door slam, I heard her yell “Wait, baby. I didn’t mean it. Please…”
To top it all off, the school had started having a security guard down behind the stadium, which Sally told me when I asked her to go down there with me after school. There was no place to fuck any of them. She said she’d give me a quick blowjob after practice, but I told her that wasn’t any fun, and besides it wasn’t fair to her.
She got misty eyed, and kissed me right in the hall. “Geez Billy, you’re not just a good fucker, you’re nice too.”
I didn’t feel nice when I got home, so I went upstairs and started jacking off. When you’ve been getting laid regularly, just the thought of not being able to makes you horny. I was almost crying when I came, and Mom burst in just as I shot. She stared at me, with tears rolling down my face, and started to cry herself. She came over, lay down beside me and held my cock while it spit out a couple of more spurts, hugging me hard.
“Oh darling, darling I’m sorry, I’m sorry, what a mess, oh baby.” She just stayed there, hugging me and crying, for a half hour. One hand kept smoothing my hair. I was confused, but loved feeling her close to me.
Finally, she got up and left. Just at the door she stopped, like she was thinking. Then she turned around, and holding my eyes, licked my jizm off her hand. She had a little smile. My cock had been limp, but when she did that, it jumped. She looked right at it, and then went back to her room. I heard her moving around in her room, while I took a shower. She was down making dinner when I finished, so I did my homework, and went down to eat…
As I sat down at my place, she walked in from the kitchen with a beer and a glass of wine. She had on a black negligee, with no bra, and a pair of thong panties underneath. She had put on makeup, and looked so damn gorgeous I sucked in my breath.
“God Mom, You’re so beautiful, those bastards, they’re crazy.”
She looked at me and licked her lips. “I can’t go on like this, Billy. I love you too, I want you too. I need you to comfort me. I guess in a way I forced you to those little strumpets. We can’t go on like this, with all the tension. You’re the only one I know loves me, so I guess I have to reciprocate, if that’s what you want. You’re my little boy, but your cock is so nice, and you’re so handsome. I love my little man.”
The vision of her standing there in that moment is cemented in my memory. Her lovely hair framed her smiling, exotic face, the strong nose and wide, sexy mouth. Those narrow shoulders that topped the most gorgeous set of big breasts I’ve seen before or since, with nipples that poked out but not too sharply. Her narrow waist with a well-muscled abdomen and slim hips, with wonderful long legs. My little freshman sluts were all chunky, fleshy, and had big hips and shoulders. Mom was Circe, Aphrodite, and Helen.
She turned around and swung her hips as she went back to the kitchen and brought out some spaghetti. I don’t remember how it tasted, or even my surprise that she let me have a beer. I just remember staring at her body, and her face, my cock so hard it hurt, all through dinner.
When I started to clear dishes off, my hands shaking, she said, “Leave it darling. Come on.”
She took my hand, and led me toward the stairs, but half way there I grabbed her and took her greedily in my arms and kissed her real hard, my tongue reaching into her mouth. She relaxed into me, and I could feel her wonderful body.
She felt my dong pushing at her bush, and wiggled against it. “No more teasing, Billy. No more.”
We kissed for about ten minutes, squirming against each other, kissing and tonguing, I was just wild with passion and need. Then finally, we walked up to her room, with the big queen size bed, and the blinds were pulled.
She started unbuttoning my shirt. As she did it, she would look in my eyes and bend down and kiss my chest, and after about four buttons my little nipples. The smell of her perfume and a hint of her pussy musk was making my head spin, but I vaguely understood I had to let her control this moment. Then when my shirt was off, she untied the top of the sheer black robe and let it hang open. She held my head and kissed me again, pushing her tits against my bare chest. She wasn’t making any noise except sighing occasionally.
Then she knelt and started unbuckling my belt. In the back of my mind I compared everything to the clumsy, halting experiences with Sally, Dot and Lois. It seemed to me this was another world, a different act. As my pants slid down, she made me take off my socks too. Once she had me naked, she sucked in my tool, all the way, her eyes looking up at me as she did it. With the mascara she had put on, and her darkened lips, she was Mom, yet also a siren, a slut, a wanton lover.
When she stood up and pulled the gown off, I felt my cock vibrating with excitement. She took a step back and turned slowly around, wiggling her hips, showing her body off to me, making me feel she was happy to let me see her glorious nudity. It was as though she had given herself to me already. She held her arms over her head as she spun, making her boobs lift and stand out like glorious pillows of erotic flesh. The black panties had slid up, making her cunt-lips push out on either side of the black satin, little curls of hair above the smooth fat labial folds. She had this wide smile, always holding my gaze as I panted with my mouth open.
Finally she stopped, with her arms still raised, and whispered, “You love me, don’t you Billy? I love you too, darling, Take Mommy’s pants off and kiss my snatch, suck in my oil, make me feel goooood.”
She shuddered as she said it, and I dropped down and pulled the black silk down. I could smell the musk strongly, and the two halves of her muff below the small triangle of thick hair were wet. I buried my mouth into the apex of her thighs and cunt, and heard her gasp. My head was spinning, but habit made me do it right, sticking out my tongue, searching for her clit, and trying to open her hole.
It was heaven. As I knelt there worshiping her pussy, and she spread her legs and arched forward, opening up so I could lick and suck better, more intimately, she was groaning and I was gasping. Her hips writhed, but I kept my mouth glued to her box, drinking down the flow of juice, feeling the spasms. I don’t think I was all that smooth, but no one ever loved eating out a woman more than I did at that moment. I made up for my clumsiness with enthusiasm.
Suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled me up to her, clamping her mouth to my wet lips. I felt her tongue tasting her cream inside my mouth, and around my lips. Then she leaned back with a smile of wanton pleasure, as though by giving in to this long fought tension, she was enjoying it more than anything. My cock was between her legs, and our pubic hair was rubbing together. Her tits were squishing against my chest softly, and it was glorious.
We fell on to the bed. It had a satin comforter on it, and felt wonderful to me. We were still locked together. She gave me one more deep, wet French kiss, then started whispering in my ear, “You can fuck your Mommy now, baby. You can shoot into her deep cunt, fire your hot jism up in my belly, no rubbers, just our bodies loving each other, you want that don’t you baby child, you want Mommy’s pussy around your nice hard cock. We’re going to find out how sexy you really are, my horny son. You’re going to fuck me until you can’t get it up anymore. And when that’s done, you’re going to suck Mommy’s pussy until she cums in your face. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You won’t want those little teenyboppers when I’m done, Billy. Mommy’s twat is all you can handle. But you want it that way, don’t you baby? You love Mommy, don’t you?”
She pulled me on top of her, and I felt my dong slide into her, almost as tight as the teenagers I’d fucked, but lots wetter, and it was as though I had found home. It wasn’t frantic and spasmodic. She moved and I moved, and my cock just pumped smoothly in and out, as though we had been doing it for years. Mom knew what she was doing, of course, and I wanted it to be good so much that I shut out my thinking and let the whole experience just flow.
She kept whispering the whole time, “Oh Billy, you really have grown, what a good fuck, what a strong cock, oh it’s so good, so good, you’re making me feel so gooood, oh baby baby.”
She was wrapped around me. Her legs were locked behind my thighs, and her arms around my shoulders, and our hips kept moving against each other. Her musky smell, and our sweat, surrounded us, and she kept cooing and gurgling. She had a climax just after we started, and we slowed down while she vibrated through it, but then started fucking faster and harder. Her cunt opened up after she got that first cum, and I humped harder, and she humped back harder.
I kept thinking I was going to be able to really last, when I exploded without even knowing it was coming, and I kind of yelped, and muttered, “Oh geez Mom, I’m…. oh shit.”
She pushed her mouth to mine and we groaned into each other’s open mouths, and I felt her cunt squeezing my shooting cock. Wave after wave shot through my body, and ecstasy I had never even dreamed of. It wasn’t like the nuts I got usually, but a tide of euphoria. And it lasted and lasted, with her groaning into my mouth, our hips still churning, her hand on the back of my head pulling and caressing.
When it was finished, I started to pull out, but she stopped me, “No darling, stay like this, together, one being.” Her head pulled back, and we stared at each other, she had a big smile of happiness, and I suppose I was smiling too. She held me for a good five minutes, and then whispered, “Roll over, baby. I want you to suck the stuff from my box, and share it with me.”
I rolled to my back, and she pulled up off me and shimmied up to push her sopping wet cunt to my face. A little of the gunk dripped on my chest, but most of it went in my mouth. If I’d have thought about it, it probably would have seemed gross, but the taste really was sort of familiar, her cream and my spunk, and she seemed to be able to squeeze it out. I had this big mouthful, and suddenly she had her mouth on mine, and her tongue was licking, and we both tasted it. We sort of swapped it back and forth for a while, and then I felt her swallow hers.
She lifted up her head and with a grin said, “Want me to take the rest from you, baby?”
I shook my head and swallowed what was in my mouth, and she groaned as our lips came together again. She was rubbing her twat on my thigh, and her boobs on my chest, and my wet tool was leaking on her hip.
There was this long silence, both of us breathing hard, our minds settling down, nestled together on that comforter. Eventually her hand drifted down to my groin, and she stroked me a couple of times. I was amazed that I stiffened.
She propped herself up on an elbow, and muttered “Horny little cocksucker, mother fucker. Good mother fucker.”
We both giggled.
I said, “Should we take a shower Mom?”
She breathed, “No, darling, I like the smell, and the taste of us. I told you, we’re gonna fuck until you can’t get it up anymore.”
That turned out to be twice more, and I got her off with my mouth around midnight. We were lying there exhausted. I kept saying, “I love you Mom” again and again. She was just sighing and kind of wiggling around beside me, holding my limp dick. Finally she got up and turned down the bed.
“Do I have to go back to my room, Mom?”
“No, baby. Sleep here with me, from now on. You’re all I have.”
When I got home, early because we had a game that night so there was no practice, the guy in the suit was there. Mom introduced him as “Mr. Rawlins, my lawyer.” He had a big smile on his face, and as he left, said, “They’ll make a big settlement just to avoid trouble, Victoria. Don’t go to work for a few weeks, okay? Look, um, could I take you to dinner some night?”
As she slid him out the door, I heard her murmur “Maybe when this is all settled, Glen.”
I was out in the kitchen, and she came out with a big smile on her face. “We’ll get the bastards, Billy. But you won’t have me out of the house for a while.”
I got a sheepish look on my face, and started to stutter “But Mom, I don’t want…oh, I mean, it…”
She laughed and kissed me. It was long, wet, and wonderful, lots of tongue, and her body pressed against me. When she broke away, she said, “I was just kidding, dear. We have a lot to talk about. Damn, you have a game tonight, huh? What time? Can your old mother come?” She hadn’t seen me play for three years. I grinned, and she said, “Maybe I’ll tart up, and distract you.”
But she didn’t, just wore pants and a jacket. I got three hits. Sally came up as Mom and I were leaving, and I introduced them. Sally wanted to talk, and Mom stood there smiling as she commented about the game, and about the Algebra assignment. But I cut it off, which Sally was used to anyway, and she said, “Well okay Billy. See you tomorrow. Nice to meet you, Missus Wade.” I saw Doug watching us, and she went back to him. I never figured out how Sally got away with treating him that way.
“So that’s one of your little whores, darling.” Mom said in the car going home. “Aw Mom, she’s not such a bad girl. I got her cherry. She says I’m a good fucker.”
Mom laughed hard when I said it, and finally giggled, “Well, she’s right about that. In my day, we didn’t go over to boy’s houses at night with no one home.”
I said “Well, that’s cause I wasn’t around.” She slapped at me playfully.
When we got home, I took a shower. When I came out, she was standing there with her bra, panties, and stockings on. The minute I saw her, my dong snapped up tight. “Still love me, Billy?” I had my PJ top in my hand, but dropped it. “Mmmm, your cock seems to. Is it the only thing that likes me, baby? What about your mouth?” I started toward her, but she whispered, “Stay there, Billy. We don’t have to hurry. There’s no deadline. I’ll show you parts of me that love you, darling.”
She reached both hands behind her back and the bra slid off her fantastic tits. Jesus, they were big, but super firm, and the nipples were smaller than such big boobs would have implied. And they were stiff as little nails.
“See how much my boobies love you, my son? See how they stand up when you look at me? I’ll let you suck ’em, the way you did when you were a baby. They loved you then, and they love you now.” A shudder passed through her body. She was turning herself on at the same time as me. I took another step, but she whispered, “No, not yet baby. Look, here’s another part of me that loves you.” She pushed her panties down with a quick movement, and rubbed the thick triangle of hair so it fluffed up. “My pussy loves you, my darling. See how wet it is? And puffy? Ooooh.”
It was true, the fat lips of her cunt glistened with juice, and the clitty was poking out. She had been standing slightly sideways, in a model’s pose, but now she faced me, put her hands behind her head, spread her legs, and bumped that twat out at me. With the stockings and spike heels emphasizing her lovely long legs, she was a wet dream.
I was on her with a growl, and as we tumbled to the bed, she giggled in a throaty, sexy way. “Mmmm, baby, fuck your mommy.”
I kissed her hard and open mouthed, then gagged as I groaned, “Shit Mom, my mouth loves you, my hands love you, my tongue loves you, all of me.” I was all quivery inside, but before I gave in to my lust, I pulled up and looked into her eyes. “Mommy, oh Mommy, my heart loves you most.”
As I buried my head in her chest, trying to lick and tongue her wildly, I heard her sob, felt her hands push my head into her harder, and murmur “Oh Billy, my dear son, my lover.”
I started to work down to eat her pussy, but she stopped me. “No, no darling, just fuck me, I’m already wet, and I can tell you’re ready. Give me a hard fast cum.”
She had a handful of the hair at the back of my head, and pulled my lips to hers, mewling as our mouths joined spastically, tongues moving deep inside each other’s wet throats. I could smell her musky sexual juice as my cock plunged like a pile driver into her sopping wet pussy, and the base bumped hard into her clitty. She wrapped around me, that’s the only way I can describe the way her long legs could join behind me with her heels pushing my ass, her arms and hands all over my back and her mouth in my face, murmuring and kissing and licking.
Her legs and my hips moved together to make my prick piston firmly inside her. In later years, my cock was a lot bigger, and so was I, and we couldn’t get into that position of being totally surrounded by each other’s bodies. But at fifteen, about the same size as she was, that was how it was, as though we were completely together. And our bodies seemed to be able to move my stiff tool into her smoothly and powerfully, the separate people both focused on producing the oldest joint movement in the world. Her cunt was a warm glove over me, and the little friction was just enough so we both rose and rose, but it was perfect.
After the first few strokes, we increased the force and speed of our fucking, groaning and mumbling. “Yes, yes darling, oh Billy that’s so nice, oh god, uuuuungh.”
“Mom, Mom, what a cunt, what a fuck, oh geez.”
Her pubic hair was coarse and thicker than mine, and the rasping on my thin bush was so sexy I couldn’t stand it. But she had been turned on, and even as I felt the pressure from my balls, and the tingling approach of my nut, she was humping wildly and her twat was twitching around my tool. It seemed to me I could almost feel her clit scraping all along my thick flesh.
She came first. “Oh I wanted it fast, my darling baby, oh goooood, yes.”
The friction inside her seemed to decline, and juice was oozing around my cock, coating my swollen balls. Spasms were squeezing the head of my dong deep inside her, and that put me into orbit. The coordination of our bodies ended, and I humped as hard as I could, once, twice, and then started shooting.
My head pulled up, and I saw her face, open mouthed with passion, smiling at me as she urged me on, “Oh your spunk’s so hot baby, shoot it into Mommy, umph, umph. What a horny little boy you are, god yes, give it to me, filllllllllme.”
We lay there basking in the thrills we had given each other, my softening cock still inside her, as she grinned with both release and pleasure as her pussy massaged my flesh. She crooned to me, “Baby, baby, baby.”
Then we sort of fell apart, rolling to our sides and holding each other. Finally, she rolled toward me, propped up on her elbow. She started talking, whispering really, and we remembered this conversation in later years. We called it the “ground rules” talk.
“Listen to me baby. While we’re still hot for each other, love each other wildly, caught up in this nasty, immoral, wonderful situation. We can’t let anyone else know. You have to date a little. I’ll probably be jealous, but we have to get used to that. I have to date too, and we both have to have sex with other people. I know, I know, you don’t want anyone else at this moment, and neither do I, darling. But we can’t let even a hint of our fucking out. Like it or not, we have to hide. We’ll just have to see how often, what it’s like with other people, how mad it makes us. But we can’t risk your Dad finding out, or gossip.”
“Your future is still important to me, dear. Someday you’ll marry, love someone else, differently than you love me, don’t you see? Sex goes with both kinds of love. Oh darling, it can’t be any different. Think about it, you’re so bright; you’ll come to realize it. I….Billy, I’ve always loved sex and tried not to show it, but I want to really explore it with you. Even stuff that seems dirty or forbidden.” She chuckled. “What we’re doing is already forbidden, and we’re doing it anyway. Life has to go on, dear. We can’t fuck all the time.” She giggled. “Really.”
I lay there, not as focused as she was on the problems we had to deal with. It ended up not hurting anything, ’cause she wasn’t right about everything. When I was in College, she used to come up most weekends, and pretended to be my date. My friends would all envy me. “Such a fox, Bill. And ten years older than you. Wow.”
Instead of being jealous, we got used to spying on each other with other lovers, and would have terrific sex with our bodies still carrying fuck-slime and odors from others. The year I played professional baseball, she traveled with me and we were almost like man and wife. Nobody knew us, and it worked just like in College. Mom had started a whole new career as a model, semi nude for magazines with older women. You’d be amazed how much money she earned. The nice thing was, the hours were flexible.
She said she could never have orgasms with anyone else. She would fake it with most of them, then come to me and get off like a freight train. When I came with a girl, it wasn’t even close to the wonderful climaxes with her.
Mom and I had an apartment near O’Hare, because even at forty-eight, she was still modeling. Her tits sagged a little now, no matter how hard she tried to exercise, but other than that she still looked terrific. She was talking about having implants, but I kept trying to talk her out of it, cause I kind of liked those floppy mams that were still so sensitive. By this time we hardly ever saw anyone else, just lived like we were married. You could get away with that in a big place like Chicago.
I realized Sharon was attracted to me one night when we were going over the answers to the mid term. She had gotten one of the questions fouled up, and I was explaining why the vapor tracks on the test implied muons rather than neutrons. I looked up from the drawing I was concentrating on, and she was staring at me. As soon as she realized I had noticed, she blushed and lowered her head. I stopped talking, still watching her.
“Um, Sharon, what’s wrong? Look, if you’re uncomfortable with me, I’ll get you another job. We don’t need distractions.”
She looked back up with fear in her eyes. “Oh no, Bill. Please. It’s just….oh you love this stuff so, and I think it’s so nice, so admirable. Don’t make me give up your class. I’m learning so much.” She was breathing hard, and wringing her hands.
Then she looked up and whispered, “Why don’t you ever come on to me, Bill? All the others do, and the only one I wish would, doesn’t. Am I so dowdy?” I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. “It isn’t that I haven’t noticed you Sharon. I just thought you were avoiding entanglements.” My mind was whirling. I hadn’t felt the surge of lust I was getting for a long time.
She was still staring at me, and started her head toward me, and we kissed. Her mouth was closed, as though she was scared or inexperienced. It turned out to be both. But when she relaxed and pushed closer to me, I let my mouth open, and she gave in to my tongue, and we lip locked for a good five minutes.
When she pulled back she was gasping. “Oh my, oh my, uhh bathroom.” Then she ran out. I had smelled her cunt cream, and had a feeling she had wet panties. She just sat down when she came back, with her hands in her lap.
Finally she said in a small voice “I see how that vapor thing works, Bill. I’ll take the sheet home and retype it. Please let me stay with you. Oh Jesus, I came. Just kissing you. I have to go home.” She started to leave, but I grabbed her arm. “Sharon. We have to talk; we can’t leave it like this. Let’s have dinner Friday night.” She stared at me, with frightened eyes, then whispered “Okay.” and ran out of the classroom.
I was surprised by Mom’s reaction when I told her about Sharon. “Oh darling, it’s about time. Look, they want me to do a shoot this weekend. I’m going to go ahead. That way you can have the apartment. Please give yourself a chance with this girl, Billy. You need someone beside your old Mom.” I tried to convince her that wasn’t true, in bed, twice, but she just kept smiling, and saying, “It’s about time.”
Things were tense between Sharon and I for the next day and a half. She could hardly look me in the eye, and I think I did a better job of appearing normal than she did, but my stomach fluttered constantly. So it was a shock when she met me at her door.
Her hair was down, wavy and shiny. She had on sexy mascara and lipstick, and a low cut black dress that was slit up the side. Her breasts bulged out of the bodice, and the nipples were clearly outlined. When she saw my eyes bug out, she smiled shyly. “I didn’t want to look dowdy, Bill. Does it look all right? Do you like it?” All I could muster was “Wow.”
I was kind of tweedy, not thinking she would be so dressed up, but in spite of that, our dinner was relaxed, exciting, and fun. She seemed to have changed gears, from tense to giddy. During dessert she took my hand and murmured, “Oh Bill, I haven’t had this nice a date for so long. And with the man of my dreams.”
We talked about current movies, politics, our work, everything but sex. Mom had been gone for two days, and I was hard the whole evening. When we stood up to leave, she noticed. After she stared at my fly for a couple of long seconds, she looked deep into my eyes. “Oh Bill.”
When I opened the car door for her, instead of getting in she stepped up to me and kissed me with her mouth wide open, and we stood there in a passionate embrace. She told me later she thought I was as inexperienced as she was because I didn’t date at school, and thought she had to be bold. I felt the pressure of her groin into my hips, and my cock was obvious. She wiggled against it. She was groaning and shaking. So was I.
We surged against each other for a good ten minutes, until finally I said, “We have to stop, Sharon. I can’t take it anymore.”
She bit her lip, blushing, and eased down in the seat of the car. I closed the door, and as we sat there with the motor running, she whispered, “We can’t go back to my place, Bill. My roommate’s there.”
I just said, “My place then.”
As we walked through the door of the apartment, she had her dress unzipped in back before the door closed. When she turned around and let it slide down her body, I almost choked. It was hard to believe she had been able to hide those mammoth tits, with these hard brown nipples, that stood out better than a Playboy centerfold. I had a feeling they were real, not silicone. Her panties were thongs, and she was breathtaking with black thigh high stockings on her slim, nubile body. She didn’t know where to put her hands, and looked nervous about her nudity, but was still breathing hard. She stared at me with a look that said she was anxious, but scared. It was a virgin’s look.
I embraced her and whispered, “Are you still a virgin, Sharon?”
She stuttered “No, no, but it’s been a long time, and I never enjoyed it much.” She clamped her lips to mine, then whispered, “I’ve never felt this turned on, Bill. Do you know what to do?”
There was something about her innocence, her confusion that made me feel lust and affection in a totally unfamiliar way. I responded with a shaky voice, “I’ll try to make it nice for you, Sharon.” I could feel her beginning to possess me, even though she seemed so naive.
I kissed her, hard, with my hands roaming over her back, and eventually down to her ass. She was firm and muscled, and smelled so sweet I wanted to eat her. I remember thinking she must work out, I had to find out what perfume she used, how smooth and young she felt. But it’s all a blur, really, images still dwell in my mind. Carrying her into the spare bedroom, still with the panties and stockings on, her eyes closed. Tearing my clothes off, and her look of surprise when she saw my cock. “Bill, it’s too big, oh my.”
I lay beside her, kissing and nuzzling, for a long time, ten, fifteen minutes, waiting for her to relax and heat up. The panties had ridden into her cunt, and blonde hair was tufting out to the sides, along with lovely, wet, puffy flesh. Looking at it down her body, with those big tits wobbling, the nipples stiff, thrilled me wildly, and it was hard to stay calm. I kept my hands on her stomach and abdomen, moving around lightly, listening to her breathing, and watching her expression. When it turned to excitement and need, I started with my mouth.
Her nipples turned out to be sensitive as hell, and she started moving almost as soon as I took the right one in between my lips, sucking and tonguing it. My hand on her tummy felt her soft undulations.
She was mumbling, “Oh, oh, oh.” in rhythm with my lips.
When I switched to the other one, she sighed and started pulling on my back, getting active, a little urgent. Somebody had been a real dunce with her in the past, because she was naturally sensuous, and I started to smell that lovely, musky scent of pussy.
I had to tell her, and took my mouth away. “Sharon, you’re really sexy, you know. You’re body’s gorgeous, sensitive, and wonderful smelling. I’m going to show you how nice making love is.”
She smiled through slitted eyes, and answered, sounding tense, “I know, Bill. I can feel it. I’ve never felt so hot, so good. Oh hurry, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh…”
I had just moved the crotch of the panties to the side, and twitched her clit. Just like that, she came. Her ass bucked up and stayed off the sheet, while cream oozed, and her clit twitched. I watched, down her belly, over the magnificent boobs, as she squeezed her eyes shut, grunting as I diddled her.
After a minute, she slowly relaxed into a wide smile, as I kissed her mouth, our tongues lapping each other. Then she got a concerned look, and reached down for my cock. It was, of course, hard as a rock.
She whispered, “Are you okay, I mean, you know, didn’t you cum?”
I grinned. “Baby, you’re so hot you can probably get off again and again for me, so relax and enjoy it. Haven’t you ever cum more than once?”
She blushed, and shook her head. I smiled and slid my hand under her panties.
In no more than a minute, she was oozing again, so I started down her body with my mouth, watching her eyes widen. “Oh Bill, are you gonna kiss me there, oh, ohhhhh…”
Her twat smelled lovely, different than Mom’s, a little sweeter, and firmer to the touch of my lips. I slid the panties down with my right hand, as my tongue licked her abdomen, then between her legs. Her bush wasn’t trimmed at all, and the hair wasn’t stiff, but soft, fleecy, just erotic as could be. The minute my tongue touched her clit, her hips jumped and her legs opened, as she groaned. I remember thinking Christ, what a sexy broad.
I covered her whole cunt, sucked hard, and tongued her love button, and she came again, this time even harder, wriggling her pubic bone in my mouth. “Bill, Bill, Bill ohhhh goooood….”
Juice just poured out of her hole, and I drank it greedily, watching her face contort in passion. Her hands were in her hair as she soared. When she came down, her eyes opened, and she stared vacantly, then looked down at me with this expression of love, pleasure, thanks, and delight. I kept lapping, slower, and could see her starting to heat up again, even as she smiled at me.
Once the convulsions had stopped, I kissed up to her breasts, then to her lips, and eased my cock to the mouth of her pussy. She got this smile of anticipation, as the head nestled between the inner folds. I pulled my head up and watched her expression as I slowly entered her sopping wet cunt.
Her eyes widened as she felt it’s size, then amazement as it opened her, then pleasure as I got a couple of inches into her easily. “Oh my god, it’s in, huh. I didn’t think it would fit, Bill, Bill oh yesssss…”
Our gazes locked as I slowly penetrated, when suddenly she bucked up to me, plunging all eight inches into her, with a gasp of smiling accomplishment from me, and wide-eyed surprise and urgency from her. She gave a long groan.
I lost control, and started to pump feverishly. My mouth clamped on hers, and I could hear her grunting and humping back to me, lost in euphoria. She wrapped her legs around my thighs, and met each thrust with her own. It didn’t take long for her to get spastic, and I pulled up to watch her face as she orgasmed again, her fingernails clawing at my back, yelling “Bill, Bill, ohhhhhh…”
I wasn’t far away, and started increasing the speed of my fucking hips, and as her cunt contracted around my pulsing member, filled her with my jism in a nut that damn near blew my head off. I was kissing her when it happened, and expelled breath. She jerked her head away, and watched me with this sloe-eyed expression of passion.
She was breathing hard, arched into me, our damp bodies writhing against each other. Even though I had a terrific cum, I stayed hard, her wanton, lusty look so sexy I couldn’t stand it.
“I feel your stuff, Bill. Geez there’s a lot of it. Oh, oh aren’t you gonna stop? Oh Bill, oh yess, go ahead, ahhhhhhhhh…”
The second nut took fifteen minutes, and she learned fast, rubbing those gorgeous boobs on my chest, using her legs to make it easier to fuck her hard, smiling the whole time. At the end, she waited for me. “Are you there, darling? Come on, please, oh yes, cum for me, that’s it, ahhhhhhh.”
I don’t think her last climax was as strong, but it seemed to last a long time, and she smiled dreamily all the way through it, wiggling constantly against me.
I couldn’t talk for a good ten minutes. Our lovemaking reminded me of Mom and I at first. I was just amazed as I lay there trying to get my breath, my mind spinning.
Finally, she asked “Is it always that good, Bill? I mean for your, umm, conquests? I really feel like a new woman.” I just hugged her tighter, and sighed.