Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 16:28:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon Regan Subject: Me, Mom, and the Old Neighborhood, Part 1 Mom, Me and the Old Neighborhood, Part 1 This is the first in a series that involves an ever increasing number of people from the neighborhood where I grew up. Some fact, some fiction, and the names have been changed. I welcome your comments jonsox_1968@yahoo.com. It was strange being back in my old house, the house I grew up in. It was even stranger climbing into my old twin captain's bed in my old room. The room was completely unchanged, with only a layer of dust and slightly faded wallpaper letting me know that 10 years had passed since I lived here. When mom called, she sounded shaken, and it compelled me to head back to where I grew up. I turned down the old dirt road, and watched the dust kicking up behind the rental car, creating an orange haze in the late afternoon sun. I pulled up to the huge red house, and needed a few minutes before I could climb out of the car. The house was looking old and worn. Clearly routine maintenance was forgotten since dad had left. The windows were dirty, the gutters rusted and drooping, and the once brilliant red paint was faded and peeling. The yard was a mess, the grass long, branches down everywhere, and the entire side yard had gone to seed. Mom's gardens around the house, however, looked as fresh and brilliant as always. I climbed the back stairs, noticing the railing was loose, and looked around the deck. The deck furniture was rusty, and looked almost dangerous to sit on. The door to the screen porch was loose, but still opened and closed properly. The back door was open, so I walked into the house, and found mom sitting at the dining room table. She was beautiful as ever, her hair still a lovely shade of red, and her fair, white skin looked healthy as always. Her blue eyes seemed bright at first glance, but it was quickly obvious something was wrong. She was dressed simply in denim shorts and a red checkered print top tied in a bow above her bellybutton. It looked as if she had just come in from tending her gardens. "Hey mom, you look tired." "Hi sweetie. I am tired. It has been a long couple of days." "So what's wrong mom? What happened?" "Your father called É" she trailed off. Damn. Dad had left about 5 years after I went off for college. He was actually my stepdad, and we never could quite along. He was kind of a shiftless guy, always looking to get rich quick, and never ever coming close. I was glad he was gone, but mom never could adjust to being alone. I tried encouraging her sell the house and move someplace new, but that just wasn't going to happen. And that is why I came to the old house, to lift mom's spirits once again. In the past a prolonged phone conversation was enough to get her through these times, and kept me from having to come back home. But now here I was, back home in my old room, under the Star Wars blanked that still adorned my now seemingly tiny bed. The inside of the house was neat and in much better shape than the outside. But clearly the house was not aging well. Although clean, the walls and the carpets were unchanged from when I left, and the furniture was exactly as it was when I left. The chairs and couches permanently dented the carpets with indents, marking their spots for good. I was starting to drift off to sleep, the long day of travel finally catching up to me, when my door opened just a little bit wider than I had left it, and mom's voice let me know she was there. "Can I come in?" She asked. "Of course mom. Come on in." She came into my room but didn't put on the light. She sat down on the foot of the bed, and I moved my legs aside to accommodate her. She told me she wanted to talk a little more as it always made her feel better hearing my voice. We talked about my job, and then she asked about my dating life. There wasn't anyone serious at the moment, and I was okay with that. After a while of small talk, she told me she wanted to lie down. "That's a good idea, mom. Get some rest." I thought she was going to kiss me good night, but instead started to get under the covers next to me. I was surprised and then a little self-conscious as I was sleeping only in briefs. "Is this okay?" She asked. I told her it was fine. "It just feels nice to be here next to you." "It's fine." Right away I noticed her leg pressed against mine, and knew she wasn't wearing a night gown or pajamas of any kind. I had always thought of my mom as a beautiful woman who kept herself in very good shape, and the few times I had caught glimpses of her naked as a kid aroused me for sure. But this was different, there was something going on, and I could feel myself getting aroused. We laid there for a while, and I knew I was not going to be able to sleep. Mom turned on her side so she was facing me, and her hand landed on my naked tummy. I gasped. "Sorry, sweetie. I didn't know you were naked." "It's okay, mom. And I'm not naked. I sleep in my underwear." "Oh cool. I sleep in my underwear now too." I wasn't sure how much or little she had on, but I suddenly realized I was in bed with my mom and we were both in our underwear. I felt my cock twitch and start to harden. Yikes. Her hand moved across my tummy, and her fingers found the trail of hair leading down from my bellybutton. "I forget you are a grown man now!" "Mom, I've had hair there for a very long time." "I know," she answered. "And lower!" She seemed almost giggle as she quickly swiped her hand down over my now erect cock. But she drew back from me and rolled to her other side on the little bed. I didn't know what to do. I was shocked, but more and more wanting this to continue with her. I rolled to my side, and put my hand on her back, feeling her smooth, warm skin, and realized she was only wearing a bra and panties. This gave me a quick shiver of anticipation and I let my hand move around her back, slipping a finger under the strap of her bra. "Go ahead and unhook it, sweetie. If that's what you want." So I did. I fumbled with the hook, my normally steady hand suddenly very nervous in the moment. Then I realized my mom was topless in bed with me. I moved my hand along her side, and she brought her arm up, giving me clear access to her breasts. I reached forward, and grabbed a handful of my mom's breast, a breast I hadn't touched since I was a child! I heard a gasp escape her lips as my fingers pinched her hardening nipple while squeezing her breast. It was all so amazing! My erection was stretching the material of my briefs, and I suddenly needed to grind against something, and mom was right there. I pushed my hips forward, and with nervous apprehension, pushed my cock against mom's backside. And to my continued surprise, she ground back against me. "O sweetie, you are SO hard! I always figured you had a very thick cock É and I want to touch it." Mom quickly rolled over and pushed back the sheets. The moon had finally risen and, because it was nearly full, I could see mom perfectly. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and the moon reflected perfectly off of her fair skin. Her breasts were a perfect handful, and her nipples stood out from them, fully erect. With the sheets out of the way, she stopped and looked over my body, seeming to drink me entirely in. When her hand touched my chest, my nipples hardened, and she started playing with them, gently squeezing and brushing them. She then moved her hands down along the sides of my chest, over my belly, then to my cock, squeezing and kneading through my briefs. Suddenly mom leaned forward, letting her hard nipple brush against my chest, and she kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss that I felt in my core. "I've thought of this for a long time, sweetie," she whispered as she broke off the kiss. She then brought her lips to my neck, kissing down to my chest. Once there she ran a tongue over my nipples and I shivered. She kept on, moving down, kissing my chest and tummy. She paused when she got to my waistband, and I wasn't sure if she was suddenly scared, or just drinking in the moment. After what seemed an eternity, she ran her fingertips under the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down. My cock caught on the waistband and slapped back against me. "There's my good boy," she said. I almost came when she kissed the tip of my hard cock. The feeling was incredible. And then she was sliding down my body, smoothly pulling my briefs down my legs and over my feet. I realized I was completely naked in front of my mom. And not just naked, but naked and erect. I did not realize how much I had wanted this my entire life, but right then in that moment I knew it, and knew I couldn't be without it. Mom seemed just as captivated with the moment, looking up and down my naked bod in the moonlight. She brought her hands to her breasts, pinching her own nipples. "You are beautiful, sweetie. How do I look to you?" she asked. "Perfect mom. Just perfect." "I am going to kiss you from head to toe, sweetie. Taking good care of you like a mom should." And she wasn't kidding. She lifted my foot and kissed and sucked each toe before moving to the other foot. Before she set my foot down, she pressed the back of it between her legs, and I discovered that her panties were soaked with excitement. I couldn't believe how hot I was making my own mom. She then started kissing her way up my legs, alternating from leg to leg, kissing inside and out, savoring every muscle with her fingers along the way. As she moved past my knees, she started pushing my legs apart, spreading me open in front of her. I found my foot was situated perfectly between her legs, and I had to push against her wetness once again, really enjoying how turned on my mom was right then. My breathing was getting faster, and my heart was pounding when mom's lips were finally directly between my legs, kissing just below my tightening scrotum. She pushed my legs as far apart as she could and kissed and sucked deeply, before moving on to my balls. She took each one first in her hand, loosening it before sucking it into her mouth. I thought I would explode before she even got to my cock. I reached a hand down and touched her head, pulling her facing against me. She moaned in response. "You are so smooth and neat down here, dear. Makes me think you're younger than you are." "I like to keep nice and trimmed, mom. I like how it looks and feels." "Me too, sweetie." Now her mouth was on my cock, licking and kissing her way up my erect shaft. She starting licking along the tip of my cock, flicking at the edge of the head. Finally she grabbed my cock so it was sticking straight up, and took me inside her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She paused for just a moment, then began moving up and down my shaft, stroking my balls her hand as she eagerly gobbled me up. "Oh mom É that feels amazing!" My moans only fueled her passion, and she was wildly sucking my cock. She paused for a moment to suck her finger, getting it nice and wet before returning to my cock. Then I felt her wet finger probing between my cheeks, and I lifted my hips slightly to give her access to my anus, and her wet finger started a slow, gentle penetration as she continued sucking my cock. I was building toward an amazing orgasm, but she suddenly stopped. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, and I could read the passion on her face. She then peeled off her panties, one leg at a time, keeping herself on top of me. She looked at me again and said, "I want you to eat my pussy, sweetie." All I could do was nod as she moved toward me and straddled my head with her knees. I eagerly grabbed onto her wonderfully firm backside and pulled her nearly dripping pussy to my face. I was quite proud of my oral skills, and I wanted my mom to cum in my face. I buried my face between her legs, pulling her against me until I was nearly smothered, and I set my tongue to work on her. She tasted amazing, and I moved my tongue first around her lips, then to her clit, then I pushed inside of her, fucking her with my tongue. I kept the pattern going, picking up the pace and intensity. Mom's moans were turning to screams. "Oh god I'm going to cum sweetie, I'm going to cum," she screamed out, grinding herself against my face until all I could do was move my tongue back and forth over her clit. Her orgasm was over the top for us both, and she kept grinding until she nearly collapsed with pleasure. After a moment in this position, she moved to down to kiss me, with a deep, tongue-filled kiss. "I taste good on your lips, sweetie. Now let's take care of you." With that she slipped her well-lubricated pussy up and over my nearly bursting cock. She moaned my name as I pushed inside of her. I was so aroused by now I knew it wouldn't take long, and we started fucking, picking up our pace with every thrust. She was wrapped tight around me. "Fuck me sweetie. Fill me with your cum É" That was all the encouragement I needed. My pace quickly became frantic, and with a few very hard, deep thrusts I unleashed a torrent of cum inside of my mom, filling her up, thrusting and pushing until I was nearly paralyzed with pleasure and exhaustion. Mom, rolled off of me, my cock still semi-hard and dripping with our combined juices. She leaned down, and took a mouthful from my cock, and moved back up and kissed me deeply so we could both taste our juices. Mom cuddled up next to, and as we both dozed off, she whispered, "I love you sweetie É This is just the start É" To be continued.