Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 11:43:57 +0100 From: X Subject: A Mother's Touch, part 1 It's a cool night in August, and I'm sitting in the living room, completely naked, with a porn DVD playing on the TV. At 18 years old my sex drive is off the scale, and I can't get through a day without cumming at least twice. You'll soon see why... I must have the sound up a little loud, as I sit there with my cock in both hands, getting close to my second orgasm of the day. Right then, a movement catches my eye, and I glance over at the door to see my mom standing there, staring at me. ~ Let me just tell you about my mom. She's in her early forties, but she really knows how to keep in shape. She's an office manager, and always has to dress sharp, a short black skirt hugging her firm ass, a white blouse barely able to contain her heavy tits. And, best of all, she usually wears sheer stockings and high heeled shoes. ~ Back to my story. You think I'm busted, right? Wrong... She just stands there, staring, pushing her glasses up her nose and letting her lips part, revealing the tip of her tongue. I stop stroking my cock, but keep both hands on my shaft. "Hi Mom," I say, acting casual. "Hi honey," my mom replies, taking three or four long, slow steps into the room, her long stocking-clad legs swinging, her heels leaving dimples in the carpet. "Been at it long?" I shrug, running my hands up my long thick shaft. "Not long Mom... I can last a while if you want to help out." She grins brightly and kneels down in front of me, smoothing her skirt over her thighs as she settles between my feet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had all started about three years ago. At the age of 15 I was almost as unrelentingly horny as I am now. I'd discovered the joys of jerking off a year or two before, and managed to squeeze one in at least once a day, shooting my load into a towel, or in the tub, or anywhere I could without getting caught. Our family life was a little unsettled back then. Dad had left about 6 months ago, and my sisters and I were worried about Mom. On the outside she seemed to be coping great, and moving herself and three kids to a new neighbourhood had kept her mind occupied for the last few weeks. Now that we were settling down again, us kids could start to see sadness welling up behind her smiles. We did what we could to make life easier for her - I think we were probably the best behaved kids in the world. Chores were always done on time, and we even managed to excel at school, because a great report card always made Mom so happy and proud of us. One night after a particularly good test result, Mom came in to my room to say goodnight to me, as she always did. I heard her say "Night, girls," and close the door to my sisters' room, then she tapped gently on my door and came right in. She was wearing a baggy white t-shirt and blue jeans, which clung to her shapely ass as she sat on the bed next to me. "I just wanted to say you did a great job today hon," she said, smiling. I blushed a little and mumbled, "Thanks Mom." Still smiling, she reached a hand out and cupped my cheek. Then she leaned over me, slowly, and I leaned my head forward, expecting a traditional kiss on the forehead. But instead she kissed me, just once, on the lips. She later told me that as she pulled away, I stared at her so strangely she almost burst into laughter. She stood up, and I remember quite vividly how she ran her hands over her ass, apparently just smoothing out her jeans. Then without a further word she walked out of my room, closing the door quietly. ~ A soft click woke me up a few hours later. I listened closely and heard footsteps in my room. For a moment I was frozen in fear, but I let out an audible sigh of relief when I heard my mom's voice. "Honey?" she whispered. "Are you awake?" I rolled up on to my back and rubbed my eyes with my hand, staring out in to the darkness of my room, just able to make out Mom's shape standing at the foot of my bed. "What is it, Mom?" I asked, sleepily. She approached my bedside quickly, kneeling down. I could see her more clearly now, the light from the hallway illuminating her features dimly. She was wearing an intricately patterned negligee, a single strap running around the back of her neck and holding up two triangles of material that hid much of her breasts. She smiled at me, stretching out her hand and stroking my hair. "I think you were having a bad dream," she said, smiling sympathetically. "I was?" I murmured, confused. I felt sure I would have known if I'd been dreaming just a few moments before. Mom nodded. I felt the covers move a little by my waist. "Just lie still and I'll help you get back to sleep." I tried to do as she asked, but when I felt her fingertips touch my thigh - under the covers! - I couldn't help tensing up. "Shhh, it's okay honey," she whispered, and I looked up to be reassured by her smile. I closed my eyes, trusting my mom to do whatever it was she was going to do. If my mind was having difficulty figuring Mom's actions out, my cock didn't have the same trouble. As her warm fingers crept inwards over my thigh, I screwed my eyes tight as I felt myself stiffening up in anticipation. I tried to will my cock to go soft, worried about what she might think if she felt me in such an... unnatural state. But it was too late - and I needn't have worried. Because as my mother's fingers brushed my sparse pubic hair, my growing cock forced it's way against the weight of my covers, going from pointing down between my legs to laying flat against my stomach, springing against Mom's hand. Her fingers quickly closed around my shaft, eliciting a gasp from me, and a quiet moan of "Ohhh, that's it..." from my mom. She lowered her head, eyes closed or fixed on the floor, as her hand began rhythmically stroking me. My cock throbbed in response, hard almost to the point of being painful. Unwatched, I tore my eyes away from the movement under my covers to my mom, staring wide-eyed at her body, taking in every hidden curve. I could hear her breathing and see her chest rising and falling, faster and faster as her excitement grew along with mine. I spread my legs under the covers, and Mom started stroking more slowly, twisting and tugging on the full length of my shaft. It felt incredible, but I was so hard that it started to feel uncomfortable, so, taking a deep breath, I moved my hand under the covers to touch Mom's hand on my cock. With the lightest touch of my fingertips, I showed her just how I liked to jerk off, short, intense strokes, her finger and thumb pushing my foreskin up around the head. From the corner of my eye I saw her head come up again, and as I turned to look into her face, she smiled shyly at me. Looking into my mom's eyes was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm. I started pushing with my hips, driving my cock between her fingers, my lust overriding any embarrassment I was still feeling. I took my fingers away from her hand, and my thumb ran over my tip, spreading the precum that had oozed there across my mom's fingers as I moved my hand down to grasp the lower half of my shaft. By this time, Mom's eyes had drifted down, from my face, to the quickening movements under my covers, but now she looked back up into my eyes. "Are you cumming?" she whispered, a strange urgency in her voice. If you've never had your mom ask you if you're about to shoot your load, you'll just have to imagine how erotic it is. It pushed me over the edge, and with a gulping swallow I nodded, breaking into an excited smile as I managed to gasp out a single "Yeah!" Mom nodded back, then with the precision of an act rehearsed again and again in her mind, her free hand (which, as far as I could remember, had been hanging at her side since she knelt beside my bed) moved up and pushed under the covers. At the same time, I pushed my own free hand down, under her wrists, and squeezed my aching balls, just as I fired my first volley of cum. Mom gasped, then I felt her hand come down against the tip of my cock a moment later, and I felt soft material wrapping around me as I fired a second, even more intense, shot of cum into it. My orgasm seemed to last hours, but of course it was just seconds. Intense, erotic seconds of mother and son, masturbating together, sending my hot, watery cum into her hand. Sooner than I wished, it was over. My cock began to soften, almost before I'd finished shooting. I moved my hand from my balls and put it on Mom's, holding it there over the tip of my cock. I ran my other hand up my shaft, squeezing the last few drops of cum out. Mom smiled at me, understanding, her own hand on my shaft following my lead. When I stopped, so did she, wiping the material in her hand a few times around the end of my cock, leaving a sticky glaze of cum on my shaft. Then her hands withdrew, and she leant forward to kiss me on the forehead, like any normal mother would. She stood up quietly, her eyes averted, and turned to walk out of the room, leaving me staring at her firm, rounded ass. When she reached the end of my bed, she stopped and turned again. Her arms hung at her sides, and she raised her hand slightly, bringing my gaze to it. I could see something black in it, and her fingers slowly opened to reveal a pair of panties, heavily patterned and darkened with streaks and spots of my cum. My eyes widened and I looked up into her face, catching her eye for a for a fraction of a second before she turned around one last time and moved silently out of my room. ~ When I got up the next morning, Mom had already left for work. There was nothing unusual in that, and the three of us (my younger sister Lucy, then 12, and my older sister Karen, then 18) were used to getting ourselves to school. I must have been unusually quiet at breakfast, because Karen asked me if something was wrong - she was used to playing mom while the real thing was out of the house. I just shrugged and went back to eating my breakfast, while my mind kept replaying last night's events, over and over. Even the distraction of school didn't help. All I could think about was Mom's hands on my cock, my cum shooting into her scrunched-up panties. I had to hold my bag in front of my crotch as I went from class to class to hide my almost permanent erection. When I finally got home, I went straight to my room and jerked off, cumming in seconds. That at least cooled me off for an hour or two, until Mom came home. I don't think she looked me in the eye once that night, and even though I guess I could understand, I was disappointed. Any hopes that there would be a repeat of the night before were dashed when she stuck her head around my door as I lay in bed, called out "Goodnight," and closed my door again without even stepping into my room. ~ I don't know how late it was when I heard the click of my door, but this time I awoke instantly. I heard those same footsteps and that same breathing as she approached my bed. I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes to see her looking down at me, smiling. "Hi honey," she whispered. "Hi Mom," I replied. In the low light of my bedroom, I could see she was wearing a light summer dress. She hesitated for a moment, then moved her hands behind her back and I heard the sound of a zipper being slowly opened. I had to see more clearly. I reached out, easily finding the switch for the lamp by my bed. Mom's eyes widened and she froze as the light came on, but after a horrible moment when I thought she was going to leave, her hand started moving down her back again, opening the zipper. I knew I had seen the dress before, but it looked way too tight on Mom. Even with the zipper open, the fabric stretched tight over her breasts. I then realised it belonged to my sister Karen, and I wondered why Mom would be wearing one of her dresses. I didn't ponder the question too long, because now Mom was pulling the straps off her shoulder, revealing the black straps of a bra. She pulled the dress down and forward, revealing her breasts, the large black satin cups of the bra barely able to contain her voluptuousness. By now I was rock hard, and Mom kept glancing down at the tent under my sheets as she slowly stripped. As she let the dress fall to the floor, revealing matching panties and pair of black stockings, I slid my hand down to my crotch and began stroking myself slowly. Mom smiled and took the last step to my bedside. Her eyes were watching my hand moving under my covers, and she whispered, "Let me have a look at you," before reaching down for the top of my covers, lifting them and folding them so the top was just above my belly button, barely keeping my cock concealed. Then she took the covers again, slowly this time, both of us breathing heavily as she folded them back and took her first look at my hard cock. I don't think she was disappointed. Knowing my Mom was looking at me made my cock surge even harder, and I had to try hard to resist the urge to start stroking myself furiously and cumming right then. I looked up at Mom and saw her licking her lips, eyes fixed on my cock as she threw my covers to the floor at the end of my bed. She looked up at my face from the corner of her eyes. "Want Mommy to help you out with that honey?" Again, my cock throbbed, the tip almost glowing red. I couldn't speak, but I could nod enthusiastically, eliciting a quiet giggle from my mom. She leaned forward over me, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. But instead she placed her hands near my shoulders, supporting herself, and giving me a fantastic look at her incredible cleavage, her heavy breasts threatening to spill out of her bra. A big part of me (7" in fact) wanted to reach up and grab those incredible orbs, but I satisfied myself with staring at them as they wobbled slightly over me, the nubs of Mom's nipples making points in the satin cups. My eyes followed Mom's breasts as they jiggled hypnotically over me, as she brought one stockinged leg up and over me, then the other, straddling my hips. Then she brought her hands down on to my shoulders, sliding them slowly down on to my chest, sitting up as she did so. Her fingertips stroked over my nipples, surprising me with how arousing it felt. I heard and felt her stockings swishing as she shuffled up the bed over me, her ass pinning my legs to the bed. I boldly slid my hands up from the bed, running my fingers quickly over Mom's feet and onto the small strips of bare skin between her stocking tops and her panties. Mom just smiled and wiggled her ass a little as she moved higher up my body. Her hands were still coming down, and just as I felt the first brush of her panties against my balls, her fingertips began stroking the tip of my cock, making it jerk, depositing a drop of thick precum on my belly. "Ooh," cooed Mom, "I hope there's lots more where that came from." I moaned loudly as she took my cock in both hands and squeezed it. "Shah, honey, don't wake your sisters," she whispered, bringing back to me once again the incestuousness of the situation. I nodded, but my cock refused to be still, throbbing and jerking as Mom's experienced hands stroked me. My hands were feeling idle, and I began gently squeezing Mom's thighs. When she sighed appreciatively, I became bolder, slowly fingertipping my way around her behind until I was squeezing her ass. Now she purred quietly, her eyes closing and her hips swaying, rubbing her ass against my legs as I held it in my hands. For the next few minutes we pretty much stayed like that - Mom stroking my cock slowly with both hands, me fondling her ass. Every now and then she would grip my shaft tightly and run her fingers up its full length, forcing precum to ooze from the tip. Then she would pull my cock towards her, almost painfully, and rub the tip against her flat belly. When she did that I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through her panties. "I'm getting close Mom," I whispered, as she smeared my precum against her skin. She smiled down at me and began her final assault on my cock, increasing her speed. I started to move my hips under her, thrusting instinctively, trying to fuck her hands. It was like we were stuck in a positive feedback loop, as we each drove each other to move faster, until her hands were almost a blur on my cock. Her body shook on top of me, her enormous breasts jiggling violently, but miraculously contained by her bra. Her ass was bouncing up and down against my thighs, making the bedsprings creak. As my balls drew up and my cock throbbed, my Mom snarled "Ohhh yeeaah," through clenched teeth. As my cum rushed up through my cock, I dug my fingers into her ass and pushed my hands under her panties, feeling her tight asscheeks directly against my fingers. "Yes!" she squealed, again and again as my cum erupted over my body. The first shot was so powerful it splashed up against my chin, and I felt myself blush with the kind of embarrassment I should really have felt before now. But Mom's cries reassured me that it was just what she wanted to see, and I was too far gone to worry that she could probably be overheard by my sisters if they were awake. I think I almost passed out at one point - I was certainly seeing stars as my cock flagged and Mom's hands slowed. Looking down I saw that my chest and abdomen were glistening, covered in my cum. Mom's fingers were slowly squeezing up my shaft, forcing the last drops out to drip over her fingers. I could sense her looking at me, so I forced myself to look up into her face. "Feel good, honey?" she whispered. I just nodded dumbly, and she smiled. She released my cock then, holding her wet hands out gingerly. Then she leaned to one side, her ass rocking against my legs, her hand fumbling for something beside the bed. She came back up holding my sister's dress bundled in her hand. With a mother's care, she pressed the soft material against my skin, wiping it over my body, soaking up my cum. Her eyes were locked on the task, making sure she covered every inch of my body, although as she finished up the dress felt so wet that she was just rubbing my cum into my skin. I watched all of this with wide eyes, my hands barely moving against her ass. She finally looked up at me and smiled as she sat back and swung her leg back over me, sliding off the bed and standing on the floor with her back to me. She held Karen's dress out at arm's length, shaking it out, then bent forward at the waist, holding the dress open as she slipped a stockinged foot into it. Her firm round ass jutted out towards me, two beautiful round globes showing through her sheer black panties, swaying her hips erotically as she pulled the sticky dress tight up over them. Looking down I could see the light glistening off my mom's legs where my cum had transferred from the dress to her stockings in long streaks. Then I realised she had stopped moving. Looking past her, I sought and found her reflection in my mirror at the other end of the room. She was bending forward, holding the dress bunched around her waist, her eyes on my face. As soon as I caught her gaze she looked down shyly, but as she stood her hands wandered deliberately over her breasts, smoothing out the dress and pressing my cum against her flesh. Standing up straight now, she put her chin on her shoulder and broke the growing silence. "Will you zip me up, hon?" she said quietly. I gulped. It suddenly felt like I'd only avoided mortal embarrassment this long by staying still - as soon as I moved, Mom would you notice my nakedness and start shouting at me in disgust. I reminded myself of exactly what had just transpired here and that, along with a slowly hardening cock, gave me the courage to stand up and move up behind my mom. At first I kept my eyes locked on the zipper at the small of her back, but once I found it with my hand I also found the courage to look up, seeking her reflection in the mirror again. I sucked in a breath when I saw Mom looking straight back at my reflection, but I steeled myself and began to pull the zipper up her back. At first it wouldn't go, and I had to reach down with my other hand to grasp the hem of the dress. When I did so, my mom slowly moved her ass back until I felt soft flesh and the material of her panties against my fingertips. I finally got the zipper to take, and slowly lifted my other hand up and placed it gently on Mom's shoulder. I saw her smile in the mirror. As my hand reached the middle of her back, she took a shuffling step back against me. The tip of my almost horizontal cock bumped against the back of her thigh. Under normal circumstances I knew I should have backed away, but tonight was anything but normal, my lust overriding my common sense as I pushed forward, my cock bending against the back of Mom's leg before springing up, the tip nestling just under her asscheek, the sticky dress draping over my shaft. Mom murmured quietly, and looking at her reflection I could see her eyes half closed, her lips glistening with saliva. I tried to keep my cool as my shaking hands continued pulling up the zipper on my sister's dress, but my cock demanded attention and, blushing with shame, I began to rub my cock against my mom's leg. But if Mom minded, she didn't show it. As my hands reached the top of the zipper, she was still smiling kindly at me in the mirror. I let my hands drift down to her sides, holding her against me as my cock continued to control my hips. With a shudder, I felt her fingertips brushing against my shaft. She'd slid her hand around behind her leg to touch me. "Hold me honey," she whispered, making me frown in confusion. She saw this in the mirror, and her other hand slowly dropped to her waist, taking mine and guiding it to her breast. My fingers gripped the large round globe, revelling in the new sensation as Mom found my other hand and placed it on her other breast. It was the first time I'd touched anyone's breasts, let alone my own mother's, and it was immediately obvious what all the fuss was about. I groped and squeezed every square inch of those heavy round globes with my fingertips, paying particularly attention to the nubs of her hard nipples, standing out even through her bra and the cum-soaked dress. Mom moaned in response, letting her head drop back against my shoulder. Her fingers grasped my shaft and began to stroke, pressing the tip against her asscheek. I felt my cock throb, precum leaking from the tip and soaking into her panties and she ground her ass back against me. Looking up into the mirror, I got another surprise. Mom was reaching down with her free hand and pulling up the hem of Karen's dress, exposing her panties to me. Even in the dimness of my bedroom, I could see that the black material was darkened with wetness. I watched with rapt attention as her fingers slowly teased their way into her panties, stretching them outwards, revealing tantalising glimpses of her pussy. Mom gasped and shuddered, and I looked down to see that her fingers weren't stretching out her panties quite so much. She had actually slipped her fingers into her pussy, right there in front of me as I held on to her tits. My cock throbbed, demanding even more attention, so I began to hump against my mom's ass, fucking her fingers as they gripped my shaft. I craned my neck over her shoulder, pulling her breasts apart, looking down and getting a direct view of the action. I could see the outline of her fingers in her panties, moving in and out rhythmically. I could feel myself getting close, and I think Mom felt it too. Both her hands began to quicken, one in her pussy and one wrapped around my cock. I soon became that not only was I seeing my mom finger herself, I could hear it too - the wet, sucking sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. "Pinch my nipples," she gasped out, so fast and quiet that I wondered if I'd misheard. But I did as she said, squeezing the hard nubs between my fingers and thumbs, twisting them. That seemed to do it for Mom, because she next called out, "Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming!" And suddenly so was I. So suddenly, that even as I called out "Me too!" I was already firing my first blast of cum over her ass. Mom was shaking against me, and I squeezed her tits firmly, holding her tight. We came together, panting for breath, until we were both spent. We stood there for a while, getting our breath back, our sweating bodies pressed against each other. Then finally she began to move away, and I reluctantly released her. I looked down and saw my fresh cum trailing down the inside of her legs. She pushed her hands down and wiped it into her skin to stop it dripping on the floor. Then she turned to me, placed her slightly wet hands on my shoulders, and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight honey," she whispered, and padded quietly from my room, closing the door behind her. ~ The next day Mom seemed a little more comfortable around me, almost normal. At least she could look me in the eye, if not for very long, turning away with almost a smile on her face. For my part, I found my eyes wandering over Mom's body at every opportunity, not caring if she caught me. Once I looked up from admiring Mom's ass as she walked out of a room to find my sister Karen looking at me strangely. I did my best to look away casually, going back to my homework, but then I found myself sneaking glances at Karen too, once she was engrossed in her book again - the way her white t-shirt draped loosely over her breasts, or the curve of her ass where she'd tucked her leg up under herself. Just as I was putting the finishing touches to my homework, Mom came into the room and suggested it was time for bed - there had been too many distractions for me to get everything done quickly. I picked up my books and headed for the stairs. Karen was behind me, and Mom came up last, turning out the lights as she went. I opened my bedroom door, looking back to see if I could catch a glimpse of, or even a moment alone with, Mom, but Karen was taking her time, slowly opening her door and creeping into the bedroom she shared with Lucy, who'd gone to bed an hour ago and would already be fast asleep. Mom whispered a goodnight from her door, and Karen and I answered in unison, before I reluctantly closed my bedroom door. I stripped and climbed into bed, and it wasn't long before my thoughts turned to Mom. Would she be sneaking into my room in a few hours time? My cock began to harden, and I started stroking myself, imagining what Mom and I might do tonight. I thought of my cock sliding into her warm mouth, of my hands caressing her naked breasts, of her wet pussy slowly enveloping my shaft. I lost count of the number of times I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, only to release my cock at the last second, hoping that any moment now my door would creak open. But it never did. I lay there in bed for almost an hour before I couldn't stand it any longer. I climbed out of bed and tip-toed to my door. I edged it open quietly, checking the hallway before stepping out into it, naked. It wasn't the first time I'd wandered around the house in the nude late at night, but it was usually for a short visit to the bathroom. Tonight would be very different. I went straight to Mom's room, opening the door carefully and quietly, worried about waking my sisters rather than Mom. I let myself in and shut the door behind me, standing still in the darkness for a moment. I could hear Mom breathing, still asleep. I clutched my hard shaft in my hand and made my way nervously towards her bed. I could just make out her shape in the bed, her long blonde hair scattered over the pillows. I stood beside her, the tip of my cock just level with the edge of the bed, and reached out to flick on the light. Mom moaned and her eyes screwed up tight, trying to shut out the sudden light. "Mom?" I whispered. Her hand appeared from under the covers and wiped over her face. "What is it?" she murmured sleepily. "I need you to... help me out," I said, my voice just over a whisper. Mom let out some kind of groan, and her face fell into her pillow. Her voice half-muffled, she said, "Oh, no honey, we can't do that again." "Please, mom?" I pleaded, but she didn't respond. Her hand covered her eyes as she lay there on her back. I let my eyes wander down to where the covers concealed her chest, tucked in under her armpits. Licking my lips and shuddering with excitement, I reached out for the covers and began drawing them down, my fingertips making intermittent contact with the middle of her chest. She quickly woke up fully, her eyes opening and her head turning up to look at me. She crossed her arm over her body, stopping me, yet not trying to cover what little of her body I had already exposed. "Honey, no!" she cautioned, huskily. "I'm naked," she said, as if trying to explain something to a naughty child. "So am I, Mom," I replied innocently. Mom's eyes instantly dropped to my waist, and I heard a sharp intake of breath as she saw my dick protruding over the edge of the bed. "Oh, honey, we can't keep doing this," she whispered, but before I could get too disappointed, I heard her hand brushing under the covers towards me. "Not every night." She briefly looked up from my cock and smiled at me. A shudder of relief and excitement went through me, as her hand appeared from under the covers and her fingers wrapped around my cock. I moaned with pleasure, and started tugging gently on the covers again. This time Mom relented, slipping her arm back under the covers. I held my breath as I pulled the covers down, my eyes fixed on my mom's chest. Inch after inch of soft skin was exposed, her heavy breasts spreading to the sides as she lay on her back, but still looking impressive. "Oh, wow," I whispered unconsciously, as I pulled the covers over her nipples, and Mom shuddered as the covers brushed over her hard nubs. "You like them?" Mom asked, picking up speed on my cock. I just nodded dumbly. "You can touch them." My hand immediately shot out and grabbed the nearest breast, making Mom laugh at my excitement, a laugh that quickly turned into a moan as I kneaded her breast with my fingers. "That's really good honey," she moaned, her fingers tightening around my cock. Precum oozed from the tips and dribbled over her fingers as I humped against her hand. I became aware of another sound in the room, the sound of rustling covers. Glancing down, with my hands still wandering excitedly over my mom's breasts, I saw a rapid movement of the covers over her crotch. My curiosity knew no boundaries now, and I began to push the covers lower, exposing her shapely tummy. I looked up at Mom to see her looking down at her own body as I brought more of her into view, but far from being concerned her breathing seemed to have quickened, and both her hands were moving faster now - one on my cock, the other between her legs, still under the covers. I slowly brought my legs up on to the bed, kneeling at my naked mother's side, moving carefully so as not to interrupt her stroke on my shaft. I spread my legs wide, one knee just under her armpit, the other just under the covers, brushing her hip. We both quickly discovered that Mom could stroke my cock even better this way, and my moans of lust were joined with her gasped coos of encouragement. My attention was soon brought back to her other hand. All this time she had been picking up speed, and now there was a new sound, a wet smacking sound coming from under the covers. I took a deep breath and took hold of the covers one last time, throwing them off the bed entirely. It all happened so quickly. No sooner was I fixing my gaze on the sight of my mother's fingers playing with her pussy, than Mom had gasped out, "Oh God!" and her back arched, lifting her ass off the bed, her feet tucked up under her legs, her knees spread as she raised her hips into the air. I glanced at her face, concerned, and saw that she was flushed red, but somehow I knew from the faraway look on her face that everything was okay. I turned my head, lifting up a little on my knees to get a better look at my first pussy. Her fingers were flicking back and forth between the lips, and then with a shudder I saw (and heard) a short squirt of clear fluid splash from her pussy and splatter on to the bed. Mom dropped back on to the bed, gasping for breath, but with both hands still working over her pussy and my cock. Without thinking, I asked for what I'd be fantasising about since these late night encounters began. "Mom? Will you give me a blowjob? Please?" The words were already out of my mouth before I realised what I was asking. Mom's eyes shot open and stared up at me, but before I could take back what I'd said she looked back down at my cock in her hand, rolled onto her side and leaned towards me. The moment her lips touched my cock, I came, and harder than I ever had before. Between the sight and sound of Mom's hand between her legs, and the feeling of her hand, lips, and tongue around my cock, it all added up to the most erotically charged moment of my life so far. Mom squealed in surprise as the first shot of cum erupted from my cock. Her lips parted and I could see my cum coating her tongue. She gasped again, her eyes closed and from my short experience I knew she was coming again. Her lips brushed back and forth over the tip of my cock as I came, coating her mouth and chin. She pulled her head back, her hand still flying over my shaft, flicking the cum that was still spilling from my cock over her breasts. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked down to see Mom's hand gently stroking my softening cock. My eyes widened as I looked up at her, for the first time realising that I had cum harder than I ever had in my life. The bottom half of her face glistened, and her pendulous breasts were criss-crossed with white streaks. As I looked on, she smiled up at me, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to taste the cum on them. Looking down between her legs, I could see the hair around her pussy glistening too, this time wet with her own juices. She must have seen me looking, as she raised her hips off the bed and spread her legs to give me a better lock. Then she gave a coo of excitement, and I looked down to see that she had managed to squeeze another drop of cum out of my cock. She leaned forward on her elbow, holding her breast up with her free hand, pulling my cock closer until the two met. I could actually feel her nipple stroking against the slit in my cock as she deposited the drop of cum there. Then she released my cock, holding her hand in the air and spreading her fingers, as if worried about the mess there, which seemed odd considering the amount that covered the more intimate parts of her body. She seemed to shrug it off, then she looked up at me and smiled. "You'd better be getting back to your room honey," she whispered. "Okay Mom," I whispered back, a little reluctantly, shuffling back on my knees and stepping quietly onto the floor. Mom pushed herself nearer to me on her back and opened her arms. "How about giving Mommy a kiss before you go?" she asked, in her most enticing mommy-to -little-boy voice. I grinned and leaned over, letting her wrap her arms around me, pulling me against her body. For a moment I wasn't sure what to think as I felt my cooling cum, slick and wet between our bodies, but I quickly began to enjoy the feeling of Mom's wet breasts sliding against my chest. I had just lowered my head to peck gently at her lips, when her hand moved down my back, grabbing my ass and hauling me up on top of her. I shuddered as a raft of sensations went through me - her hand clutching my ass, my legs spreading and rubbing against hers, her hard wet nipples against my chest, my softening cock brushing against the top of her pussy, but most intriguing of all, the touch of her lips against mine. We hadn't yet broken what was still a tender, motherly kiss. Mom's wet lips opened under mine, and I felt the tip of her tongue wriggling against my mouth. I had no idea what to do, so I just let my mouth open and met her tongue with mine. It was no great passionate kiss, remaining still almost motherly as we stared into each other's half-closed eyes, the tips of our tongues flickering softly against each other, my own cum smearing from her mouth to mine. All too soon Mom broke the kiss, dropping her head back onto her pillows. Her hand slapped my ass gently as she rolled me to one side, saying, "Go on now, back to your bed." I smiled and stood back up, wiping the back of my hand across my chin absent-mindedly. As I closed Mom's bedroom door behind me, I snuck one last look at her, arms and legs splayed out on the bed, her body glistening with cum and juices, her eyes closed, and a wistful little smile on her face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That was three years ago now, and we haven't looked back since. Mum smiles up at me from between my feet as I move my hands, leaving my shaft standing, throbbing in time with my pulse. Her eyes lower, and she brushes the backs of her hands along the inside of my legs. She opens her fingers, preparing to wrap them around my thick cock, now grown much bigger from three years of Mom's ministrations. She rests her hands against my thighs, her fingers closing, fingertips closing in on my engorged flesh- "What the HELL?!" My sister Karen stands in the doorway, arms folded, her chest tightly clad in her favourite "Slut" t-shirt (Mom doesn't approve, but at 21 she can't lay down the law to Karen any more), a tiny pair of denim shorts around her waist. I look Karen up and down, still so aroused by Mom that I can't help lusting after my sister. Mom's head jerks around to face Karen, her fingers glued to my shaft. Karen stands there for a long moment, one bare foot tapping on the carpet, her eyes fixed on mother and son. Then she steps into the room, reaching up with one hand and pulling the scrunchie out of her long brown hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. "You guys NEVER wait for me!" ~ Next time: find out how Karen came to join the family fun - and does younger sister Lucy know? All will be revealed!