Introduction: Let the Games Begin
Eleven months separated Marc from his older b*****r Richard. As they grew older, the eleven-month difference became invisible. Maybe Richard was a little stronger and maybe Marc was a little smarter but that didn’t mean that Richard won all the battles of fists nor did Marc win all the battle of wits. That’s what made the competition between them interesting; neither knew who would win on any particular day.
And compete they did, about anything and everything. When viewed in hindsight, all the races, wrestling, boxing, and bets were a preparation for the contest that would alter one of their lives, the one for Annette.
Girls and then women became the focus when they were finishing high school. All they had to do was see a good-looking girl in the hall and one would say “Good to go?” and the response that followed only had to be a nod of the head. They both knew that the game was afoot. Which one would have her first?
“Good to go” was a sacred trust between the b*****rs. They could and did mislead, misrepresent, and mishandle, anyone and everyone else but once those words were uttered between them, the unspoken ground-rules went into effect.
Most of their lives had been spent with Annette and Joe, their mother and stepfather. At the time their real competition began, that relationship was about to end. “Fuck you” were the last words Annette had said directly to her second husband Joe. They weren’t entirely inappropriate.
Their marriage had taken place soon after the boy’s father died and in hindsight may have been a mistake, but it was the easier way out at the time. And although he never said it, Joe had left Annette for another woman. He was also trying to take all the assets with him as well. That part was still in the courts and Annette and Joe only spoke through intervening lawyers.
Annette had asked Lady Pauline about Joe a long time before the pain began to outweigh the pleasure. Lady Pauline, a neighbor who read the cards for Annette, had told her that the man in her life was going to give her nothing but trouble and that was the way Annette ended up feeling. Meanwhile, she worked to keep the boys in school, keep up her job, and keep up their home.
Annette was a sweet looking dark-haired woman with a good body that unlike most women her age, looked better out of her clothes than in them. She carried the few extra pounds that men like and women don’t, in the right places. Even though all the studies show that the opposite sex finds us more attractive than we do ourselves, Annette like most people, found it hard to believe.
She felt anything but attractive after Joe left. It didn’t matter how many people told her or much she knew in her head, that feeling that if only she was prettier or sexier…bothered her - along with the money problems and disintegrated marriage. Lady Pauline told her that her life was going to change. She wanted to believe in Lady Pauline…most of the time, that’s enough.
So call it synchronicity, confluence of events, or fate, but when the boys made their bet, their mother was at her most vulnerable. It started in the guise of a joke. Marc and Richard were bragging about how each could ‘make’ any girl of the other’s choosing. When Marc said, “I know someone you couldn’t even get to first with…she’s not with anybody and I know you say that she’s nice looking.”
Richard took the bait and said, “Twenty says I can.”
Marc laughed and said, “Okay Rich, good to go”
“Good to go” Richard said as he defiantly hit his b*****r’s fist with his own. “Who is it?”
“What?” After getting over his startle response, Richard started to laugh hard enough for the soda he was drinking to almost come out of his nose. “You crazy fuck.”
When Marc also stopped laughing he said, “Well you got to admit, that’s someone even pussy hound ‘Richard Don Juan’ can’t make…so pay up bud.”
The older b*****r hesitated for a moment and stared, “Who says I can’t…and you only said ‘get to first’ didn’t you?”
Marc couldn’t believe that his b*****r was serious until he looked at his wild eyes. Finally he said, “Get real…are you’re really going to try to…?”
“Damn right…and I’ll tell you what b*o; fifty says I can get more than you can.”
Marc was almost jack lighted but by the time he regained his composure, his practically involuntary response was to stick out his fist and say, “Oh man…okay…good to go.” This was the first outward expression of a long undercurrent between them. They both found their mother attractive. They had talked about it when they were younger and at the stage where ‘catching a peek’ of their mother would lead to weeklong discussions of what one or both of them had seen.
Stories and Lotion
The plotting and planning began, and as with all of their bets, it had nothing to do with what would be won or the consequences; it was only about the winning. It never mattered how long it took or how much effort they had to exert, as long as they won.
Before the bet, what went on between Annette and her sons could best be characterized as ordinary. The usual familial squabbling and yelling mixed with generous doses of warmth and affection. After the bet, both boys started paying much more attention to their mother. They were more considerate, more attentive and more complimentary. Annette thought it was because her husband had left her and she was grateful for the kindness…she was hungry for it.
Richard was physical with her. He looked for any excuse to touch her. He hugged her more, he held her arms as he kissed her in greetings and then there was the lotion. Annette always took care of her skin and it seemed like she kept a bottle of lotion in every room. So one day as they were sitting in the kitchen Richard said, “Let me do that for you mom.” Annette was a bit surprised but she handed the bottle to her oldest son. He did her arms and legs and they both enjoyed the satiny stroking.
He only did it up to his mother’s knees and after a short time he handed her back the bottle. She thanked her son without noticing the beginnings of his hard-on as he rose and left the room. Without overdoing it, Richard found more and more opportunities to do it for longer and longer. Annette would put her legs on him as they sat on the couch and she would drowsily close her eyes as her son rubbed her. She took some notice when he moved up to her thighs with his gentle slippery fingers, but it felt too good to give it serious attention.
Richard’s hand on his mother didn’t escape Marc’s attention. He was thinking about telling Richard that the whole thing was crazy and they should give it up but he knew he would have to listen to Richard’s bragging and calling him a ‘pussy’ for months. He figured one of them would maybe get a feel and that would be the end of it. So he took a deep breath and let his compulsion to beat Richard overpower his reluctance. He set his mind on his mother and came up with his first plan, never thinking about the maze he was about to enter.
Knowing that his mother didn’t sl**p well and often stayed up watching television late into the night, Marc thought of using it to his advantage. He also knew how much she enjoyed conversation. She could listen for hours to her sons telling her stories about the details of their day. She even enjoyed their competition because they were funny and good-natured even in their name-calling.
Marc started getting up in the middle of the night to sit with his mother. He told her that he also couldn’t sl**p and at one point he asked her if she would like him to read her. Annette had always talked and joked openly about sex so when some of the stories her son read had erotic passages, she didn’t think much about it. After a few nights the stories he had printed pout from the Net got harder. Marc read to her about cousins who fell in love and had to fight their families to stay together; he read one about a b*****r and s****r who survived together in war-torn Croatia and ultimately became lovers. She found the stories as stimulating as their talks about how far people will go when they’re in love.
Most nights Annette was as glad to be up as asl**p because she knew Marc would read to her. He had a quiet gentle voice that lulled her while paradoxically the content stimulated her. At one point he suggested he read in her bedroom so that if she fell asl**p she wouldn’t be troubled to get up. The first night in her bedroom he read her a story about a mother and son. It was graphic and Marc figured if he could get her to listen to a story about a mother having sex with her son he could win on that. He hadn’t even fantasized how far it would get.
Annette had her hands resting lightly between her legs under the sheet. As her son described the part where the mother first opens her legs and willingly accepts her son inside her, she became excited. As the story progressed the mother and son fell in love and in a scene where they lost control, her husband was in the next room. Annette was totally absorbed inside the story as the young man had sex with his mother.
With hardly a move she eased and pressed her fingers over her hooded clit. Her breathing changed and Marc began whispering. He began fitting in things that could have been from Annette’s life. She got hotter and started to moan. Her mind raced and she was lost in emotion and flowing juices. She whispered, “What’s her name…what’s her name?”
Marc brought his lips to his mother’s ear and said, “Annette.” His mother came. She came with a long moan that she tried to control when her awareness flashed but it was too late. When she returned her arched hips to the bed and realized that there was no way to cover up what had happened, she covered her face with her hands and started crying.
“Oh Marc…I’m so ashamed…I don’t know how I let that happen…God what you must think of me…”
“Mom, it was beautiful…beautiful to watch you come…all you did was feel good and that’s why I’m here with you…please don’t cry.” She stopped and looked up giving him a warm smile. He was moved.
“Thank you sweetheart,” she said before kissing him…too short to be a lover’s kiss and too long to be a mother’s. “Please don’t tell your b*****r what happened.”
“Of course not” he had said and of course the first thing he told Richard the next day was “I made mom come.”
Richard was stunned at his b*****r’s description but not enough not to say, “Well you know b*o, it was mom who made herself come and not really you that did it…but I guess you do have a leg up on me…for the moment.”
That night Richard was determined to make something happen. His timing was perfect. Annette had a bad day at work and was still shook up from the incident with Marc. Shaken and stimulated, she could think of nothing but sex all day…her pent-up emotions ached for release.
Richards’s leg rub that evening reached Annette’s inner thigh before she knew it. Richard talked as he massaged making up a story about how lonely he was and how he could never find someone to be with…someone as sweet as she was. In her rational head Annette knew better but her son was appealing to the motherly part of her…the part that wanted to protect and take care of him. So when he ended his sob story with a plaintive kiss, her lips parted at the insistence of her son’s lips and her legs parted at the insistence of her son’s hands.
He asked her just to let him kiss her and she let him. She let him kiss her lips her neck and her breasts. She let him kiss her belly and when he raised her skirt she let her son kiss her pussy over her panties. All the while she wrestled with her confusion. Assuming it was all her doing with both of them, she wondered why she was seducing her own sons.
She wondered as he kissed, she wondered as his mouth found her clit and then she wondered no more. She came. She came with his lips and tongue pressing and easing on the nub over her panties much as she had done with her fingers in the presence of her younger son. There were two distinct wet spots on the filmy material: one where his mouth had been and the other where her pussy had been. Richard also told her that he wouldn’t tell Marc.
Lady Pauline had told Annette that her life would change. It sure was changing but could this have been what she meant? Annette went for a reading and without revealing what was going on, was glad when Pauline told her that she was on the path that would bring her and her f****y happiness. Annette felt her money was well spent.
The first one to gain entry into his mother’s pussy was Richard. Only a few days later he played up his loneliness card. He went into her room deep into the night. He said, “Mom, I didn’t want to bother you but I needed to talk to someone.”
Her instincts kicked in. “Honey, you can always talk to me; you know that…don’t you?”
“I do mom but it’s hard to say…can I hold you for just for a while…I’m going crazy…do you know what that’s like…just to need someone… so badly…?” She knew and he knew that she did. So Annette opened her arms to her son and after affectionate kisses on her neck led to hungry ones on her lips, she could feel the hard length of her son’s cock on her thigh.
Her oldest did the all the things he had learned to induce women to yield to him. The fingers and hands, the lips and mouth did the convincing. He didn’t have to go far because his mother was ready to give in.
Mother and son were soon naked with flesh upon flesh. The first entry of her son’s full cock into her wet opening caused an explosive “OH God…” to release from Annette’s lips. It was filled with anxiety, relief and unique excitement. The wall in front of the ultimate taboo had been breached. Her son’s cock was moving inside her pussy…pleasuring him…pleasuring her. She felt the length of him going in and out as she practically creamed all over the long shaft.
His hands were all over her, pushing up at her breasts and reaching under for her ass. She could hardly breathe as her son fucked her. Neither of them could hold on for long as the fervor of the mother-son union increased. He gave it to her steadily without varying the pace and without a word. It wasn’t that long after Richard started sending semen into his mother’s pussy that she thought she was about to come, but he finished before she could. It had felt good and she didn’t want him to feel bad so she held him and didn’t betray the fact that she hadn’t come.
When Richard told Marc that he had, as he put it, “Dipped his candle,” Marc didn’t want to believe it. He was stupefied. His b*****r had actually had sex with their mother? She had spread her legs…and he had been in her pussy…? The thoughts ran around his head for days until they settled in a place where he finally came to believe them. He was in a way glad of his b*****r’s success because it meant that maybe he could have her too.
One week later Marc made love to his mother. She hadn’t come to terms with the sexual encounter with Richard, and Marc was the one she talked to. Without actually telling him what happened, Annette tried to sort out her feelings with him. She went on about how people had responsibility not to always give in to their urges. She said, “I don’t know what kind of mother…or person I am…I do things I shouldn’t…I…”
“Mom…” He knew exactly what she had done because Richard had given him the blow by blow. “You’re a wonderful mother…and a special person…” He was jealous, angry, desirous and too many words to contain in his head. “You’re full of love and you do things out of kindness…and I love you for it.” Whatever else he was feeling, he meant every word. The game was starting to bother him. “You don’t have anything to feel guilty about…maybe other’s do.”
Annette thought that Marc was talking about reading the erotic stories to her and said, “No, no baby…you didn’t do anything.” She kissed his downcast face and he gently kissed her forehead and eyes. He wanted his mother and it had nothing to do with any bet. He wanted his mother.
They kissed for a long time and as each kiss became more passionate they both began anticipating the same moment…the moment of penetration...when a son would be inside his mother. Marc began taking Annette’s clothes off and even though she was offering no resistance he hesitated. “Can I mom?” He asked.
“Yes baby.” She was beyond contemplating that she was about to make love to the second of her sons. She only knew that she wanted to. When mother and son were naked they held each other in a loving embrace. They did what only humans do…waited for the moment of entry to make it sweeter... put it off until they ached…kissing…touching. They stood and explored each other.
What first got Marc’s attention were his mother’s nipples. They were a dark hue of reddish brown and quite large. He took one of the full cones in his hand and sucked on the end; his tongue circled the hardening tip. His mother reached down and massaged the cock that seemed alive in her hands. She was not expecting the pre-cum that wet her palm as she caressed over the crown.
Annette hesitated when she realized how far they had gone but when her son put his finger in her pussy and her own wetness appeared she let it carry her. They kissed again and Marc’s hand rested for a moment below the small of her back and then roamed over the globe of her ass. One of his fingers played at her pucker without penetrating but it sent a shiver through her belly and an urge she hadn’t experienced before.
Marc took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat cross-legged and patted the spot where she could sit facing him. He wanted to slow it down because he had almost come in her hand as she stroked and massaged him. He told his mother that he loved her breasts and showed her by fondling and sucking until the nipples swelled and became engorged. He put his hand on his mother’s pussy and gently massaged over the lips and clit until she moaned and could no longer stand the anticipation.
Annette mounted her son easing the big cock into her wet center. When she had it all in her, she hugged him and smiled a long “Ahhhh…” pressing her breasts into his chest and wrapping her legs around his back. She began a circular motion with her hips as she held him and spoke in his ear. “It’s so good to have you in me like this baby…making love to your momma…”
“Yes mom, that’s what I want to do…love you and make love to you.” They kissed as the grinding continued. Marc put his hands under the meaty globes of his mother’s ass as she started to rise and fall on the thick pole that filled her pussy. Her nerve endings fired as she felt the engorged cock of her son satisfying the emptiness, satisfying the ache she had felt for too long. The passion she felt for her son at that moment was unexpected.
Marc knew from experience that he would have to turn her and mount her if he wanted to control when he came but he had let her go on for too long. She was rapidly raising and lowering herself on him and it felt too good to stop. He was lost in the feelings when he told her, “Mom I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come.” He didn’t have to tell her.
Annette felt the first eruption of her son into her pussy before he said anything. She answered his releases with her own and got louder with each “Yes” and she clenched her pussy with each motion, using her son’s cock to bring herself off. She liked the thought and feeling of having Marc’s cum inside her. She put her hand where they joined to feel their wet union. When they finished she held his face and put her nose on his and said with a smile, “Oh God that was good, wasn’t it baby?”
Marc’s answer was a long kiss filled with, “Mmmmm…”
Richard and Marc ‘Do a Number’ on Annette
Having sex with their mother became the focus for the two b*****rs but Annette still limited it. Had it been left to them, she never would have gotten out of bed. But the inability to assess what was really going on, not only with herself, but any two sides of the triangle, led her to try and keep the sexual encounters at a minimum. She didn’t always succeed. Lady Pauline wasn’t much help. When Annette asked her advisor if she should feel guilty about what she was doing, Lady Pauline had said, “Well…yes and no." But if you follow my instructions, everything is going to work out.”
Annette thought that they each might know she was sl**ping with the other. She couldn’t bring herself to talk about it with either of them and neither Marc nor Richard ever mentioned it so she left well enough alone.
There was also the business of a pre-trial conference that was scheduled with Joe and his lawyers. A lot was riding on it and she was in the process of preparing for it. The sex sometimes eased her and calmed and sometimes it did the opposite. For Marc it was a time for closeness and loving and for Richard it was mostly a time for fucking. So it wasn’t surprising that it was Richard who tied her up.
On a whim he went into his mother’s room early one morning with four lengths of rope and a bandana. She was asl**p on her belly when he took the sheet off her. By the time he had her first ankle tied she was awakening. By the time he tied the second ankle she realized what was happening. She could have stopped him of course but she didn’t. He tied her wrists to the headboard and when she said, “Richard…” he told her to shut up. He rolled the bandana and gagged her.
During the preparations Annette got wet. Initially she was excited by the prospect of the game but that soon faded. There was little play involved. He called her a bitch and fucked her. He hadn’t taken her panties off before tying her and when he pulled them down they rolled and dug into her thighs. He managed to get his cock into her pussy and pounded into her.
As her son gave her the full length of his cock full f***e, the small amount of lubrication that Annette had secreted seemed too dry up. She could feel herself getting sore as her oldest son continued driving into her pussy that became less yielding with each stroke.
Finally after a rapid fire hammering, he came. When he untied her she turned and said, “Richard, please don’t do that again.” Richard shrugged and left the room.
Annette spent that day feeling uncomfortable and anxious so she was relieved when that evening Richard went out and Marc was gentle and comforting. He invited his mother to bed with warm words and loving hands. He touched her for a long time.
After taking her top off he removed his mother’s bra and she lowered her eyes as he began fondling her breasts. He stopped and held her shoulders until her eyes met his. “Mom, please don’t feel ashamed…there’s nothing to be ashamed of…we’re just loving each other. I’m proud of you mom and I’m proud that you want me…I don’t care who knows it.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m not ashamed of loving you…I’m just a little confused” She gave him a warm smile and said, “Sweet baby Marc…come make love to your momma and make everything okay.”
He took off the rest of his mother’s clothes and kissed the insides of her thighs as he bent over to take down her panties. He stroked her as she basked in his fondling. He explored all his mother’s openings with considerate fingers and then took his own clothes off. He led her to the bed and he was taken by her simple grace as she prepared herself for him.
He looked between her opened legs and could hardly believe that it was his mother. Her pussy was moistening waiting for his mouth and his cock. The body before him was everything he could want; it was everything he did want.
Marc straddled the supine figure of his mother so they could suck each other. She raised her knees a few inches to open wider for her son. As he began eating her pussy he felt her mouth reaching for his hardened cock and taking in the engorged head. He lowered his hips enough for the top of his shaft to fill his mother’s mouth as she rested her head back on the pillow. Her lips tightened around him as her tongue played…as his tongue played.
He tasted his mother’s juices as he searched through the lips of her soft pussy and went into the opening. He sucked the lips and flicked inside her as her sounds encouraged him. He brought his wet tongue to her clit as the confusion of sensations washed over both of them…his mouth on her pussy…her mouth on his cock. Slowly she moved on her son’s mouth and raised her hips to get more of herself in his mouth as he gently stroked more of his cock into his mother’s.
For a while, whenever he licked her, she took the cue and licked him; when he sucked so did she. But when their passion overtook them, they just gave in to their urges. He drew the clit into his mouth with sucking lips and she moved her mouth and tongue on his cock and on his shaft. When she sucked hard on the engorged head, he was done.
That was the moment that Marc was thinking, ‘I’m going to come…I’m going to come in my mother’s mouth.’ He pictured her pretty face and he exploded. The first burst of cum that he fired into her mouth triggered her off. When she opened her mouth to moan, the second volley escaped. Annette close her mouth over her son’s cock again as electricity went through her clit. She was coming…he was coming…she was happy. Her son was coming in her mouth and she was happy.
Mother and son came in each other’s mouth until both were drained. Her last suck was a long hard draw and he felt as if he had almost come again with his final spasm. Annette did come again as her son’s relentless tongue lashed her soaked pussy and clit. As he turned and came to hold her in his safe arms, she felt as if she never wanted to move from that spot or that feeling.
One and One Makes Two
Richard was always searching for the next thrill. Marc knew it but he was still taken by surprise when his b*****r approached him. “Listen to this.” Richard was excited. “I planned this whole thing out. Oh man it’s going to be wild…we’re going to double–team mom.”
“Have you flipped?” Marc said, “She’s not going to go for that…and I don’t know if I am either.”
Richard folded his arms and gave his b*****r a look. “Stop being such a pussy…she’ll go for it because we’ll work it. Listen, tonight I’ll leave and say I won’t be back ‘til late. You two get it on out here on the couch and leave this shade up enough so I can see in. When you have her going I’ll let myself in and…things will take their natural course.”
“Natural course my ass; what a dumb idea.”
“It won’t be a dumb idea if you don’t make it one…I see you two…you’re getting cozy…if you go for it she will too. Look b*o, this is part of the deal; if you want out…then just quit.” After some wrangling and pressure, Marc gave in.
Annette and Marc were kissing on the couch when she asked if he wanted to come to her bed. He said, “This is nice, and I feel so lazy, why don’t we just stay here?”
Richard watched as his mother and b*****r took off their clothes. He felt a bit uncomfortable as his mother took Marc’s cock into her mouth. If he would have examined his thoughts he would have realized that it wasn’t because he was watching his mother suck his b*****r, it was because he was watching his mother suck his b*****r with tenderness and love.
She moved differently than she did with Richard, she even touched Marc differently. If he paid attention Richard would have known that even though his mother loved to have sex with him, she had sex with Marc because she loved him. The distinction was lost on him.
What wasn’t lost on Richard was his mother mounting his b*****r. She held the long staff and guided it into her pussy. He watched as she raised and lowered herself and he watched the swaying movement of her breasts. He was stiff and anxious to join in. He let himself in while his mother’s back was to him; she was totally absorbed in the love-play.
When he came close enough for her to feel his presence she turned and stopped. Hugging her breasts she said, “Oh God…” and was clearly startled.
Marc held his mother’s arms and said, “It’s okay mom.” Her incomprehension began to clear as Richard approached and unzipped his fly. She watched as he struggled to get his already hard cock out. She realized then what they both wanted.
It was all going by her so fast and what she managed to say was “I don’t know…” as Richard came toward her. His cock was out and he brought it near to his mother’s lips. He uncharacteristically touched her face and the gentle gesture led her to close her eyes. She couldn’t say she hadn’t thought about this possibility when she was with one of them; what she couldn’t say was how she felt about it. She opened her mouth and accepted her older son’s cock as her younger son began grinding up into her pussy. It felt good…two cocks wanting her…two cocks moving inside her…and it also didn’t feel right.
Her mouth was around it, her pussy was around it, but she couldn’t get her head around it. The mother who was almost forty years old was as excited as she ever been with her son’s two big cocks in her, but her thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone.
Annette tried for a while to concentrate; two cocks filling her mouth and pussy, four hands roaming her body, her breasts, her ass. It didn’t matter that they were the two cocks that she wanted inside her, it mattered that the two cocks were inside her at once. She pulled off Richard’s saliva coated cock and raised herself off of Marc saying, “I can’t do this…” They heard the door lock after she ran into her bedroom.
The next day the inevitable ‘We Have to Have a Talk’ talk, took place. Annette said, “I know you’ve both probably been telling each other about what’s been going on but nobody’s been talking to me about it…and I don’t know if I even can talk about it now. I love you both but maybe this is getting too complicated too fast…so maybe we should all just step back a bit and stop until we catch our breath and figure out what’s happening here.”
Marc said, “Look mom, last night was a mistake…I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that but we…I don’t know…mom, as far as I’m concerned this is the best I’ve ever felt in my life.” Marc spoke as if Richard wasn’t there. “Being with you is all I care about now…it’s not only the sex mom…you know that don’t you?” Marc took her hand.
Annette looked at Marc’s eyes and answered with equal sincerity, “I know sweetheart…I know.” At this point Richard chimed in.
“Yeah mom, we have a good thing going here…let’s not screw it up.”
“Well” Annette answered, “Let’s see what happens…I wish I knew how this will all sort out…I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing for any of us…oh God…I don’t know anything. I can’t even remember how it started or how we got here.” Neither of her sons offered any suggestions.
A Walk and Talk in the Woods
It was a holiday but it was Richard’s turn to work at the job that he and Marc shared. Annette and her younger son took the opportunity to ‘get away from it all.’ Annette’s favorite spot was a hidden clearing in woods not far from their home. They took a blanket and some food and followed the trail through the thick growth of massive oak and hemlock trees. Marc was wrestling with telling his mother about the bet. He said, “Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Let’s say I had done something that I wasn’t proud of to…uh…Richard. Do you think it’s the right thing to tell him about it?”
“Well honey I think it matters. Why do you want to tell him…is it something that’s important for him to know or is something you just want to get off your chest?”
“I’m not sure mom.”
“The way I try to decide a thing like this is to ask myself why I want to tell the other person. If I’m doing it because I feel guilty and it’s just going to hurt them more, then it’s a selfish thing to do. It would be honest but it would also be unkind…I think it’s more important to be kind…don’t you baby?”
“I think you’re right mom.” Marc reached for his mother’s hand as they reached the opening between the trees and decided to spare her the hurtful ‘truth’ about their bet.
They sat on the blanket and listened to the quiet. The surrounding trees gave a cathedral quality to the absence of sounds that usually assaulted their daily lives. Soon the singing sounds of distant birds and air playing with leaves came into focus. Some times are right for just being and not doing. That was one of those times. Marc put his arm around his mother’s shoulder and kissed her lightly on her cheek and temple. She turned and gave him a smile that needed no words. The moment was filled with profound gratitude that they had each other.
They say that if you count the words that people who are intimate share, within three months it reaches a million. Some stay with you so you can take them out when you need them. That afternoon Annette told Marc, “You know sweetheart, you’ve taught me something…you’ve taught me what good sex is. And it has nothing to do with positions, or acrobatics…when you love someone; just wanting them is good sex. I have that with you baby and sometimes just holding hands like this and thinking that later tonight you’re going to take me…that feels so good.”
“I know what you mean mom and I’ve learned some things too. I know that age doesn’t mean anything and when you love someone the way I love you, it’s not that I just want to be with you…I have to be with you.” Their lips met and a moment of peace gratified them.
They spent the afternoon kissing, eating, and talking. Sometimes the most ordinary of days are the most special. Both of their awareness’s were heightened. They knew where they were and what they were doing. They were alive to every sound and fragrance, every touch of the other’s lips. They embraced until the chill descended and when they went home, they had an indelible day in their hearts.
His and Hers Fantasies
Since Marc and Annette did so much talking to each other it was inevitable that the topic of fantasies would come up at some point. When Marc asked his mother about it she was a bit shy about at first but ultimately she told him about some of hers and he told her about some of his. They decided it would be fun to act some of them out. Marc thought his mother’s ‘Stranger in the Mall’ fantasy sounded interesting so later that week they tried it out.
It was late in the afternoon when Marc met his mother at Lord and Taylor. As arranged, she was in the lingerie department. When he got there she was talking to another customer about which bras were most comfortable. He browsed by them for a few minutes and then picked up a lacy and filmy bra that wouldn’t hide much. He walked over to Annette and said. “I think this would look terrific on you.” The other woman’s jaw dropped a few inches and looked at the young man with wide eyes waiting for Annette’s reply.
Annette smiled coyly at Marc and said, “Why would you say that?”
Marc said, “Well it’s sexy...you’re sexy…so I think you should be together.” Marc put the underwear as close to Annette’s body as he could get without actually touching her.
When Annette pulled the bra to her breasts and said, “Hmmm…maybe you’re right,” the woman, who was by then in a state of amused shock, excused herself with a story she would tell all her friends by nightfall.
They both laughed a bit but stuck to their roles. Marc said, “On second thought, maybe the bra should have cut outs…something tells me you have large lovely nipples and it would be a shame not to display them…so your lover could take them in his mouth and suck them until they turned rosy.”
“Ooh that sounds like a nice idea …do you have any other ‘nice’ ideas?”
“With a woman as good-looking as you, it’s hard not to have ideas. What’s your name?”
“Do we have to be so formal Mrs. Terry?”
“Well young man, how do you think you should you act to a woman old enough to be your mother?”
“Well Mrs. Terry, I think you should act tenderly…gently…lovingly.” He looked around and when he saw that nobody was near he took her hand and led her behind a rack. He put one finger on her lips and she touched it with the tip of her tongue. He slid the finger over her chin, down her neck and over the top of her breast. She wore a light sweater and he moved only that finger over the soft material until he had traced all the curves. He ended on her nipple, which he could feel through the sweater and bra.
She said in a voice that was thickening with desire, “Now that we know what kind of bra I should have, what do you think about the panties?”
“Well…” he said, “…you’ll have to tell me something first, do you shave down there?” His finger roamed over her skirt to point between her legs.
“Yes…my lover likes to lay his tongue on the smooth soft skin and lick…and lick…”
“I’m sure he does pretty lady, but you’re going to need a specialty store at least two steps above Lord and Taylor and one step above Victoria’s Secret to satisfy your requirements. You know, I think you’re going to need something silky that will expose enough of what’s under your skirt…I would be able to tell you a lot more if I could just take a little look.”
“Well,” Annette said, “I don’t see why not”
They went into the mall area to the unisex rest room. Annette went in and stayed a few minutes. When Marc saw nobody around he told Annette to unlock the door. He went in and saw that her skirt and panties were off. She was breathing hard and as he looked at her she began rubbing her pussy. He said, “Before we talk about the right outfit…tell me Mrs. Terry…if your lover was here, how would you make love to him?”
Annette continued rubbing her pussy, “I would have him sit there…like this.” She led Marc to sit on the closed seat. “I would take out his cock like this…and I would sit on him...like this.” She eased herself onto her son’s erect pole. “I would do it like this so I could keep from coming too fast…because I know that’s what I would want to do…come all over his big cock that’s sticking up inside me.”
Marc lifted his mother’s thin sweater and bra over her breasts in almost one motion as she continued to ride him. He kissed her neck and bowed his head to reach the nipples he wanted suck on. She was slow and moaning with each rise and fall. He let her continue for a while and then someone tried the door. They stopped until there was silence and Marc whispered over his mother’s giggle, “What else might your lover do to you?”
She thought for a moment and got off him and then held on to the sink with her back to him. “I thing he would be in me from behind…so he could get deep inside…until I could feel his balls up against me.” Marc was excited by his mother’s talk, which was becoming more explicit than usual. He approached her from behind and after bending his knees drove himself into her pussy. He looked at her face in the mirror that displayed all the passion behind her closed eyes. “Yes…” she said, “…yes…like that…that’s what he would do…he would fuck me like that…”
When Annette opened her eyes she saw Marc in the mirror. Her mind shifted momentarily and she thought, ‘my son is having sex with me…my son is in my pussy.’ For a moment she lost the fantasy but it was no less exciting to her that the hard cock inside her belonged to her boy. She reached back to hold his ass and bring him deep into her. When he pressed f***efully, he hit her spot and she took a deep breath.
Marc said, “Your lover’s a lucky man Mrs. Terry…to have a pretty pussy like yours and…” Before he could finish the sentence he realized by her sounds that she was going to come. He wanted the ‘stranger’ in her faA few days later they decided to play out one of Marc’s fantasies. He always thought of it as ‘The Experienced Hooker.” It didn’t go exactly as planned.
Annette was wearing lots more make-up than she usually did as she sat at the hotel bar. She was wearing a fairly tight fitting outfit but had tried not to overdo it or be too conspicuous. She looked mid-thirties at most and that didn’t stop a few men of various ages from hitting on her. She was surprised at first, and flattered; and with the more boorish ones, annoyed. So when Marc came in, she was pleased to see him and relieved.
He solicited sex from her as planned and they agreed on five hundred dollars for the night. They went up to his room and she began undressing. He could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her breasts moved but he was surprised to see the sheer black top of a nylon body stocking when she started undressing.
Her nipples and tits looked great and he was already getting hard but before she took off her skirt Marc said, “Before we get to it, can we talk a little…do you mind?”
“I don’t mind anything as long as you’re paying for the time honey.” He asked her if she was with someone and she said, “Not anymore, I live with my son who’s a little younger than you.”
“Does he know what his mother does for a living?”
“We don’t talk about it but I’m sure he knows.”
“Have you ever had sex with him?”
“When he gets older, if I thought he could handle having sex with his mother I would do it…he’s the only thing that’s important to me…I would do whatever I had to…to make him happy.”
“Even sucking your own son’s cock?”
“Yes…sucking my own son’s cock.”
“Letting him fuck you anywhere?”
“Yes, letting him fuck me anywhere and everywhere.”
“You sound like it wouldn’t just be ‘letting’ him as much as ‘wanting’ him.”
“Is that so hard to understand? I want what every woman wants, a person inside her that cares about her. And I’d rather have a loving son inside my pussy than a stranger who just wants to get off. I’d rather have my son telling me and showing me how much he loves me…making me feel it when he sucks on my pussy.”
“You weren’t being honest before were you?”
She looked into his eyes and said, “No”
“You’ve had sex with him…haven’t you?”
“Yes…I have…I do…and I will…tonight when I get home he’ll be waiting for me like he does every night…to take care of his momma…he’ll put his warm arms around her and his big cock into her and everything will be okay.”
When she said that Marc lost interest in the fantasy they had planned and said, “Mom let’s just make love…forget about that other stuff for now.”
“Yes sweetheart…I love you very much.” Annette removed her skirt and he saw his mother’s smooth pussy. The body stocking was open at the crotch displaying her ass and pinkish opening between her legs.
“Mom, you look unbelievable in that…God…” Marc kneeled before his mother and started licking on the lips and hood over her clit. He could taste her moisture as it built from his sucking. She began moaning and he guided her backwards with a gentle push on her thighs. She sat on the bed and he continued sucking. She eased onto her back leaving her feet on the floor as her son ate her pussy…the way she had described…making her feel cared for…and loved.
He undressed himself and moved her back on the bed to enter her. His penetration was smooth and he enclosed her arms inside his as he made love to her. As the length of him measured the depths of her, he felt her excitement and also her unease. “Mom, it’s going to be like you said…everything is going to be okay.”
“Oh Marc, I wish I knew that for sure…when you’re inside me like this I think that maybe it can be…” Marc continued stroking evenly in and out of his mother’s pussy as she spoke. “Yes baby like that…when you’re making me feel so good…giving me what I need…making me feel it…but later…when you stop and I’m alone…I keep going over it…I have sex with my son.” What she didn’t say was that the exact phrase in her head was, ‘I’m having sex with both of my sons.’ But she let it go as Marc’s insistent long cock made it’s way into the center of her body.
She took it all into her and felt that those moments were the ones that made it all worthwhile…as he stroked her and loved her and fucked her until everything else was forgotten except the satisfying ache that her son was creating in her pussy. She held on as long as she could under the persistent pleasure his cock brought her. The last words she said before coming was “Kiss me.”
He gave her an unending kiss as they moved on each other and their orgasms built. She cried out and dug her nails into his back as her high arch raised him over her and he let himself go…coming…coming so much in his mother’s pussy. She wouldn’t let him move and stayed in his arms for an hour before they got dressed and went home.
Endings and Beginnings
The next day Richard called his mother a bitch for the second…and last time. He assumed he was in charge and could do and say whatever he wanted to. Maybe if it was a different day he would have been able to but after her experience with her ex-husband Annette wasn’t the same woman. In a blatant display of braggadocio Richard took out his cock and told his mother, “Come here bitch and suck me…then I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
When he said it Annette knew how it would all resolve and that it wasn’t going to be as hard as she feared. If fire could come out of a person’s eyes, it would have come out of hers. She walked up to him and controlling the slap she felt like delivering across his face, she said in the most quietly determined voice he had ever heard, “Richard…no you’re not.” She didn’t have to tell him what he then realized; he probably wasn’t going to have sex with her again. He didn’t take it well.
“Do you think you’re just going to cut me off and go on fucking Marc? Forget it. You just think about this…if I tell Joe and his lawyers what’s been going on, what do you think you’re going to get…? Nothing but trouble.” He stormed out of the room.
Annette was terrified and went to Pauline and asked what to do about Joe and her sons. Pauline said, “Don’t worry about Joe…and let your sons go.” Annette asked what she meant by that and Pauline said, “You know…just let them go.”
The conference was the next day and she was about to fall apart. She cried until she was exhausted. When she told Marc what had happened between Richard and her, Marc held his mother and told her. “Mom, I’ll talk to him…it’s crazy…he would just be spiting himself…he wouldn’t be able to finish school and…”
“Marc You didn’t see him; he was crazy…maybe he’ll make some deal with Joe…maybe…”
“Mom, I’ll take care of it…for now please don’t do this.” He took her in his arms and stroked her hair until she calmed. He kissed her a few times and after a while she fell asl**p. He covered her on the couch and went to find his b*****r.
Early the next morning Annette woke with a start. She was almost groggy when she called “Marc…Marc honey are you here?” When her son appeared from the kitchen she peppered him with questions. “What happened…where’s Richard…are we late?”
“No mom it’s only seven and I talked to Rich for hours last night…I…don’t really know what he’s going to do…at least he listened to me but he didn’t say much. He left and didn’t come home last night.”
“Oh God…he’s going to tell Joe and…”
“We don’t know that…maybe I can talk to Joe…we always got along and …man I don’t know.” They went to the conference and Marc sat by his mother’s side. He shook Joe’s hand and Annette and Joe just glared.
About five minutes into the meeting Richard walked in. Annette looked like a frightened dear and Richard said, “Sorry I’m late…” and then sat by his mother. There were almost tears of gratitude in her eyes as she touched his hand.
Before the proceedings got too far along, Marc started to talk to Joe and Joe’s lawyer said, “Please address your remarks through me.” Joe waved him off and Marc continued.
“Joe, you were never a bad guy and I know you cared about us, so why are you doing this? Mom’s not asking for the moon…she just wants enough so we can live and finish college. Were we all that bad to you Joe?”
Joe looked across the table at Marc and gave the sort of a smile that would have been accompanied by an affectionate tap on the head a few years back. “You’re okay k**…” Whether Marc’s saying something to Joe had anything to do with it wasn’t clear but when the conference was over Joe had agreed to give Annette almost what she had asked for; in exchange, Annette dropped her suit and relinquished any future claims.
When they got home they all hugged and Annette kissed each of her sons and said, “Thanks for standing by me and thanks for standing up for me…I love you both.” She could feel the strength of spirit she used to have returning and she felt as if she had to make some decisions.
Richard knew it was time for him to leave and he said he had an appointment to look at a small apartment near school that he was trying to rent. As Marc walked him to the door he said, “Well b*o I guess you won …” He gave his younger b*****r an affectionate wink and left.
Marc returned to Annette and as he reached for her she said the last thing he expected, “We have to talk.” He knew that nine out of ten times, when a woman says that to a man, the man isn’t going to be happy. He didn’t beat the odds.
Annette said, “Honey, we’re coming to the end of this thing.” Marc didn’t need to ask what ‘this’ was. He did try to get the ‘why’ but his mother wouldn’t talk about it. What she said was, “I know it’s probably a mistake to do what I’m going to do but I need to…I want to. Just please don’t misunderstand, it is going to be over.”
With that she again did the last thing he expected, started unzipping his pants. Her warm hand brought out the flesh that began unfurling at her touch. She leaned over and took the expanding knob into her mouth. Marc took his mother’s breasts into his hands and then tried to lift her blouse out of her belted skirt. Annette stood and pulled the blouse out and took off her bra. She kissed her son once and then went to her knees before him.
Annette cupped him in her hands and mouthed a good portion of the stiffened shaft. Her lips and tongue worked back and forth on the front third of his cock as her hands massaged the back of the shaft and massaged as he built up momentum and volume for his release. When he leaned over to take one of her bare breasts in his hand she could feel him accelerating. With her nipple between his fingers he intermittently pinched as he came closer. This wasn’t their usual love play where she would take him up and down until he couldn’t stand it. This was one steady climb without pause.
She sucked him beautifully. Because she felt it would be the last time she would have her son in her mouth, each entry was savored lovingly. Marc put both his hands behind her head and gently stroked into his mother’s mouth. With each motion she tried to take more of him…and more of him…until she could take no more. She ached for it inside her, filling her pussy but she knew she had to deny herself that pleasure if she was to do what she had promised herself she would do.
She knew he would explode in her mouth and she was ready for it. Annette wanted to leave her son with the memory of his mother loving him…one last time…kneeling before him…taking and swallowing him as an expression of what she wanted to do but could no longer allow.
She pumped him and sucked him and there was no way he could wait. Her mouth moved almost as fast as her hand and his stabs into the soft wetness behind her lips were in sync. He cried “OHHhhhhh…” as the intense first shot of cum flew to the back of her throat. Annette never stopped pumping and he kept saying, “Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh…” Each succeeding jet had the intensity of the first when it left him for his mother’s mouth. His knees were almost shaky as each stream filled her mouth and left him more exhausted. She sucked until only saliva coated his sensitized cock.
After finally coming to an end he wanted to satisfy his mother but she wouldn’t let him. He wanted to make love to her but she wouldn’t let him. He tried to ask her why not but she wouldn’t let him.
Days turned into frustrating weeks and when he held her and kissed her he could feel her fighting him, fighting herself, and her tears. Finally he told her, “I love you mom, but this is just too hard…wanting you and…I talked to Richard and I think I’m going to move in with him…what do you think?”
Annette fought with her desires and said, “Okay honey…okay...just know that I’m always loving you.”
The Good Life
Richard was in heaven: sharing the apartment off campus with his b*****r, enough spending money, and enough co-eds to spend it on. Marc was glad for what they had but a vague dissatisfaction gnawed at him. He did try, especially with Linda. She was one year ahead of him but they had a lot in common. They shared a few courses, a love of films and then a bed.
Linda found Marc sexually exciting; due not in small part to the experience he had with his mother. During their first encounter she said, “You know, you have a talented tongue…where did you learn that?”
Marc laughed, “You don’t want to hear that story.” He returned to her pussy and sucked her nub until she almost screamed. He put two fingers into her and found her ‘G’ spot about three inches up and flicked it quickly. The orgasm she had shook her. She didn’t know it was possible to come that way or that hard.
She was so turned on; she tried to do the same for Marc. She took him in her mouth and sucked him with variation. She used her tongue and lips and even her teeth occasionally. He could tell that his wasn’t the first cock she had in her mouth. But it was the first cock she wanted to swallow; it was the first cock she anticipated with pleasure the prospect of filling her mouth with cum.
It wasn’t that Marc didn’t enjoy it because coming in a good-looking girl’s mouth felt good, period. And there was nothing wrong with the sex he had with her later that night but somewhere, somehow, there was a ‘disconnect.’ Marc couldn’t help but compare it to the last time he was with his mother…in her…with her in a way that made it hard to be with others. He understood only too well that were two ways to be inside a woman, physically, and emotionally. He had one without the other.
Linda wasn’t the last girl to be surprised when after a few dates Marc stopped calling. They all felt they were both having a good time. They were, but Marc needed more.
Annette mirrored her son’s feelings. She went out with a few men and over a period of six months went to bed with only two. Even though she had continued the pill and felt safe with the first guy, she still made him wear a condom, refused to have oral sex and found it more a boring inevitability than fun.
The second was the last she ever expected to sl**p with…again. Joe called one night and asked her to dinner to, as he said, ‘…clear up a few loose ends before the final papers were drawn up.’ What the hell, she thought.
Annette enjoyed being out with him. He was funny. He acted like he did when they first met; he was nice to her. So after a few drinks and a few laughs and a few suggestive comments about how sexy and appealing she looked, he brought her home and again she thought, ‘what the hell.’
In bed, inside her, it was familiar. It was too familiar. It was mostly about him as it had always been. It wasn’t terrible but they both knew that it was the last time and that was fine with both of them. Joe gave Annette a kiss goodnight and they wished each other well.
That chapter was closed for her and it also made her realize what she wouldn’t be doing. She wouldn’t be out in the flesh market looking for what she knew wouldn’t be there for her. What she would find in the following months was something she already knew; substitutes for love are hard to come by.
Richard Puts On a White Hat
When Richard called Annette to tell her that he was coming over to talk to her she was leery. She prepared her defenses and sentences for whatever he might say or do. She wasn’t prepared for his plea. “Mom, you’re making a big mistake…I know that whatever you’re doing, you think it’s for a good reason. Mom, two people have been miserable for almost a year…you and Marc. We go out but he’s not any fun and he’s not having any fun. Whenever he talks, even if he doesn’t mention you, I know that you’re the one he’s talking about and there’s no question that you’re the one he’s thinking about…how about you…are you happy?”
“Oh Richard it’s complicated.”
“Why is it so complicated…you think about him the way he thinks about you…don’t you?”
“Yes…I do. Richard, where can this go? I’m so much older than he is…his mother…and Pauline told me to let him go…she’s been right about a lot of things...I shouldn’t go against that…sometimes Richard it’s just too much to think about.”
“I can’t believe what you’re saying…you taught us to think for ourselves and not let other’s decide for us what to wear or what to believe…and now you’ve given that power to…Lady Pauline…she’s going to decide how you should live your life? Why…because it’s easier if someone else does it for you?” There was a long silent pause and Annette close her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of air.
“Mom,” Richard took her hand. “I know you were under a lot of stress for a while…I should have been there more for you but I’m telling you now…take back your life. That means taking chances and not doing things because of what everyone ‘out there’ thinks. Mom…when I get back to the apartment, I’m telling Marc to come over here.”
Richard wasn’t sure what her response would be because it took her a while to say, “Okay.”
Marc and Annette
When Marc arrived they were both almost shy with each other until Annette said, “Is this what you want baby…oh honey, can we do this?”
Marc said, “Yes…yes…yes. Remember that day in the woods mom…that’s what we can have…that’s what we can give to each other. What else matters?”
“Right now, looking at you…my handsome boy…I think you’re right, nothing else matters…I’ve wasted enough time.” They kissed a soft healing kiss that was tender. They kissed deeper with the relief of estranged lovers that had again found each other. They kissed with invitations.
Annette took her son’s hand, led him to her room and said, “I want this to our bed…only ours…for our loving…only ours.”
“Mom, I’ve wanted that for a long time now…tonight is going to be our first night…just like we were starting new…just like you were a new bride and I was your man.”
“You are…my love, and I am your new bride.” The kiss they shared was a seal on their new beginning. And when he lifted her dress and put his hands inside her panties, kneading and spreading her ass, she knew. She knew that she would give that to him, as an offering of love. She knew that he would be the first and only man to possess her that way. She knew because he loved her. She knew because she loved him.
Deeper and Deeper
Annette knew that what she could never give to Richard or anyone else was meant for Marc; that the closing of physical love to her older boy would be the willing opening of a new kind of loving for her and her young son…that she could now give it all…all for her love.
She was his mother and that was why she had always held something back. She had never let him know how much she wanted him to come in her mouth…how much she ached for his hardness in her pussy…how much she wanted to ‘let go’ and scream when she came. But she had finally reached the point where she could accept that she was a mother who had sex with her son, a mother who wanted to have sex with her son because he was the one she loved.ntasy to come with her and rapidly sank his cock into his mother’s wetness over and over until he started releasing warm cords of cum into her pussy.
As her son came, Annette rubbed her clit a few times intensifying her climax with explications of, “Oh yes…make me come…oh yes…” When they finished they both looked at the door and laughed wondering just how loud they had been. He left first saying “Perhaps we’ll meet again some time Mrs. Terry; it’s been a pleasure.”
Annette said, “Yes maybe we will; and thanks for all your help young man” She left a few minutes later.
Finally she felt she could be what she wanted to be, his mother and everything else he needed and she needed to be for him. She knew it would take time for her son to understand fully what she was about to tell him but she said it anyway. “I’m yours love…I’m yours.”
She pulled her dress over her head and smiled as her son unhooked her bra and took down her panties. “Let me just look at my beautiful bride” he said. Her nipples stood out as her son walked around her planting an occasional kiss on her belly…on her breasts…and then on her pussy. When he was through he kissed her deeply on the mouth and touched her nipples with only his fingertips. As his tongue played with hers, he touched her clit.
She reveled in his attentions and yet was anxious to present him with her gift. When they were both naked in bed Annette reached into the night table and put her fingers into the open jar of lubricant. She fisted it down the length of her of her son’s straining cock.
For Annette at that moment, the idea of a mother giving her son anal sex was an ultimate yielding. Without thinking of the consequences her son’s big cock might engender, Annette put her head on the pillow and raised her haunches to offer her ass to her son. “Come baby…come put it in momma’s ass…do it love…do it.” Her younger son’s cock was hardened into a pillar as he approached the rounded flesh of his mother’s waiting ass.
He set the thick knob against his mother’s asshole and pushed. She took a quick intake of air as her son passed her anal ring and then relaxed. His first penetration was exquisite to her. He found a short rhythm that took his cock deeper into his mother’s ass with each stroke. “Yes baby…that’s right…that’s good…in your momma’s ass…oh sweetheart…yes…ohhh.”
The willing mother had steeled herself in determination but could still feel the pressure and stretching the entry of his firm young cock had caused. He was opening her to her limit but it was okay, because it was her love’s cock that was doing it to her…her loving son’s cock that began to fill her ass…and nothing could feel better.
As he pressed more of his cock into her, the compliant and open mother gave her anal virginity with the same love with which her son took it. As the strokes became longer and deeper she stretched to be more accessible and he opened her wider. When he drove the steely shaft deep and hard into her vulnerable flesh, she surrendered to it. “My love…my love…my love…”she stoked him with her words as he stroked into her depths. Her son was as deep in her ass as he was in her heart. If there were anything more she could have done to show it, she would have.
Marc pushed himself entirely into his mother’s tight hole. The satisfaction of filling her that way was unexpected. It wasn’t just more…it was different. He had something he hadn’t even known existed, something that didn’t have a name. He had what was missing. He was thrilled by her loud exclamations and exhortations for him not to stop…not to stop…never to stop. “No mom,” he told her. “I’m never going to…always in you…in you…fucking you…sweet mother.”
As he slid more easily in and out Marc looked with pride at his mother’s beautiful ass as she accepted him into her forbidden opening. A warm wave bathed him with love for her as he leaned and kissed her back. “Mom” he said, “You’re the one I want…the only one.” He took his mother’s breasts into his hands as he stroked toward their mutual release. Long, even, steady insertions rode in and out of his mother’s tight channel. He was deep inside his mother’s ass and it was where he felt he belonged.
Amidst all her physical sensations, Annette knew that there were few who could understand the pleasure a mother could feel being filled that way by her son. It was her son’s cock that was inside her and she embraced her awareness of it. She let the thoughts go and watched in her mind as her son kneeled behind her…holding her breasts…caressing her nipples…driving his cock home.
Marc could feel her pleasure and it multiplied his own. The tight ring that his cock had stretched to its limit gripped and massaged him as he slid his cock in and out of his mother’s ass. “Mom it feels so good…so good…to love you this way.” And with all of him, he was loving her.
And as happens in those rare moments, they both wanted it never to end so much that they thought it might happen. That’s what his mother meant when she said, “Don’t stop love…don’t stop.” She meant don’t let this feeling ever end…don’t ever stop wanting me…don’t ever stop loving me the way you’re loving me now.
With every plunge of her son’s thick rod that opened her physically, Annette resolved to open herself to him without reserve. She would be what he wanted and whatever he needed. As she took him deep into her ass, she accepted that she was doing it as his mother as well as his lover.
Each stoke of pleasure into her ass told her that she would be a mother who would love her son with all of herself. Her pussy and her mouth would be there for him as a lover, as a bride and as a mother. Annette knew that all the ways she would open herself for him would be another way of opening her heart to him.
Marc watched his big cock spreading his mother’s asshole. With each penetration he felt the small channel constricted around his shaft in a tight grip. He had to apply a lot of pressure to get it all the way inside her and he realized she had to feel it. He knew she was taking it for him…opening herself to him…telling him she was his.
He couldn’t help but drive deeper and harder knowing he would soon fill his mother’s ass with his cum. “Mom, I love you so much…Oh…it feels so good to be in your ass…you’re so tight…does it feel good to you mom…does it hurt too much?”
And even though he felt twice as big and twice as hard as he ever had when he was in her pussy she still said, “No love, it feels so good I can hardly stand it…don’t stop baby…love me like this always.” She wanted to tell him more…what his cock was doing to her…stretching her …spreading her…making her want to come forever…but she could hardly catch her breath.
Annette reached back to open herself even wider for him. She moaned loudly with each delving of her son that looked for the end of her. She waited with anticipation for the ejaculation that would fill her ass with her son’s love juices. Marc was pulling his cock completely out of her ass before each entry to enjoy the sight of his mother’s open hole taking him in.
The first cord of cum reached her asshole an instant before his last re-entry. Annette could feel hot cum coating her. The slick juices facilitated the piston action as Marc released a voluminous series into his mother’s ass after burying his cock as far in as it would go. She felt like she was gushing as she came amidst the lubricant and the cum her son had poured into her ass. As he continued to release into her Annette reached for her clit and came again with long crying moans of “Ohh love…ohhh…love...my love…”
The satisfied mother and son lay quietly in each other’s arms for a few minutes; the only sound breaking the silence was their hard breathing and later the kissing. Annette looked down at the gently swelling cock in her hand and said, “Well honey, that was so wonderful but it seems that maybe it was only a start. Do you still have something more for your momma?”
As Marc reached between his mother’s opened legs he said, “You can bet on it mom…you can bet on it.''
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