Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2003 21:52:11 EDT From: Bluesky4062@aol.com Subject: taking care of mom All the usual disclaimers apply; This story is pure fiction, any similarities to any living or deceased individuals is merely coincidence, and if you are offended by sexually explicit material, please hit back on your browser now. I felt so bad for my Mom; her boyfriend had just dumped her. Ever since Dad had left her for his secretary it's been nothing but the same bullshit over and over again. It's been three years and this is the fourth guy that has just dumped her for no explainable reason, I guess guys just don't know a good woman when they meet one. Mom is pretty, vibrant, has a great body, she looks young for her age, which is 40, and she can, cook like you wouldn't believe. So here I am, spending a Friday night at home instead of going out with my girlfriends. I figured Mom could really use some company tonight. I know mom really needed the company of some friends her own age, but all her friends were busy, so I canceled my plans with my friends and stayed home; it's the least I could do for her. My name is Amber by the way; I'm seventeen and a junior in high school. Everyone says I'm pretty but to be honest, I think I'm just average, but you can be the judge. So here we were, mom and I just hanging out and watching a movie. Mom was trying not to cry but she just couldn't hold back the tears. I felt so bad for her. There wasn't much I could say; all I could do was be there for her. I offered to get her a glass of wine and she said it was just what she needed; in fact she told me to go ahead and get myself a glass too: one glass of wine wasn't going to kill me. I thought that was pretty cool, I'm not real heavy into drinking but I do enjoy the taste of wine. Mom's glass of wine led to a second and then a third. She was putting on a pretty good buzz. By the time I poured myself a second glass; Mom was asking for her fifth. I warned her to slow down but she said that tonight she just didn't give a shit. I told her I was just glad she wasn't driving and poured her another glass. Mom finally slowed down on the drinking. She was already drunk as a skunk. I had a nice little buzz going myself. It wasn't long till we were both getting drowsy. I knew I should help Mom to get bed, but before I knew it, I had nodded off. I awoke with a start about 3:00 in the morning. I was still on the couch and the TV was still on. I must have been really out of it. It took me a couple of minutes just to figure out where I was. When I got my bearings I realized that Mom was sleeping too and she had her head in my lap. I brushed back the hair from her brow and looked at her pretty face. I just couldn't understand why guys would treat such a pretty woman so badly. I stared at Mom for a few moments as my brain was clearing and I realized that when I had removed my hand from her brow I had inadvertently laid it upon her breast. I know I should have moved it instantly but I got to admit, it felt nice so I allowed my hand to stay where it was. I had never so much as thought about another girl before but from the moment I realized I was touching her breast I was totally wet. I didn't care if it was my Mother. I figured Mom had been so out of it that she'd never know so I decided to explore a little bit. She was wearing a tee shirt and a baggy old pair of sweat pants. I snuck my hand under the tee shirt and let my hand slide across her belly and up to her breast. Her skin felt so nice, not rough like the boys I've known but soft and smooth. She had a thin bra on and I cupped her boob in the palm of my hand and I could feel that her nipples were stiff. I just knew that before I stopped this little game I absolutely had to touch those nipples without the bra. I crept my fingers under the bra and could feel the nipples, but I wanted an unobstructed feel. I got brave and unclasped the front of her bra and allowed it to fall to the sides. I admired her, for a lady of her age she sure had a nice set of tits. I can only hope mine will look that good when I am her age. I was wishing I could lick her nips but in the position we were in I just couldn't. I decided to take this a little further since the whole situation was making me so horny that my panties were soaked. I slowly slid my hand down her belly and stopped at the waistline of her sweats. I stopped there for a few moments. Debating with myself as to whether I should stop or proceed. Part of me knew how wrong this was and the other part of me just couldn't stop. A thousand reasons to stop were racing through my head but as if it had a mind of it's own proceeded to untie her sweat pants. I got then open and slowly slid my hand in. her panties felt so sexy and I could feel so much heat coming from her mound. I allowed my hand to cover her mound and rubbed it. Mom let out some soft moans and spread her legs. I then slid my hand under the elastic of her panties and slowly slid my hand between her legs. I was both surprised and delighted to fond out that Mom was completely shaved; just like me. I had only intended to touch her for a moment but I could not stop myself. I rubbed the outside of her pussy and the feel and wetness drove me crazy. I slid a finger into her slit and started to fuck her with it. Mom was still asleep but her pelvis was pushing back hard against my hand. She might have thought it was all a dream but she was certainly enjoying it. At that point I got really brave; I started to remove her clothes. It wasn't as difficult as you might think; she put up no resistance. I think her drunken mind was enthralled in some deep lustful dream. She almost seemed to help me. In no time at all she was completely naked. I wasn't about to stop there; I quickly shed my clothes as well and crawled between her legs. I wasted no time at that point; I began licking her drenched pussy as soon as I could. It tasted so fucking good; I knew right then and there that I was an avowed pussy eater. I buried my face in her snatch and ate the pussy I had come out of and loved it. Just about the time I knew she was having an orgasm I heard her speak. "Get your fucking pussy up here so I can eat it! I've wanted to taste you for so long! I've fantasized about this for so long baby!" That drove me wild. I had no idea that she'd been thinking such things but I was very glad she had been. I changed my position and straddled her face and buried my face back into her pussy. I loved licking it; I have never tasted anything so sweet before. Her juices were like nectar to me. I licked those wonderful lips and found her clit. I knew that it wouldn't take her long to climax. The way her mouth was making my pussy feel I also knew it wouldn't take me long to cum either. Her mouth was absolutely wonderful. Just about the time I thought that nothing could feel as good, Mom slid a finger into my ass. That felt so good that I just had to do the same for her. We both started to orgasm at the same time and all the while Mom was saying such nasty things. I had no idea she had such a potty mouth but I loved it. She was saying things like "oh God, I love how your pussy tastes!" and "Lick my cunt baby! Make Momma feel good, make Momma cum!" The dirtier she talked the faster I licked and we both exploded into each other's face. After our climaxes had subsided, we melted into each other's arms and kissed. It was a kiss like no other I had ever had. Such love. Such tenderness. I could taste myself on her lips and she could taste herself on me. I knew then and there that society might condemn us for this but this was only a beginning, we would be lovers always. Like my story? Please let me know email me at bluesky4062@aol.com I look forward to hearing from you.