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Mom and Son share a bed, and things go a lot further.
I was looking through my stories and this one leaped out at me as one that needed expanding. I took the opportunity to run through it and correct some problems I had with the original story. I grant it’s not been expanded much, just a whole new, short scene but I think it finished it off better than the original did.

It had been a long cold day. Mom had had to turn the heating down this winter to save money, ever since my father had cut her off she’d been showing signs of slight desperation. The heating was yet another sign.

I tried to help out where I could always silently cursing my father, who could more than afford to keep us in the, well no I won’t call it luxury but comfort is a good enough deion, that we’d become accustomed to. I mowed lawns on the weekends or washed cars, earning a decent amount of money actually, but it just wasn’t enough to cover the household bills, so my mother had put our house on the market.

This evening the temperatures outside had dropped well below freezing but as this was one of the few times this happened where we lived my mother refused to turn the heating on. So we sat dressed in woollies and blankets enjoying a quiet evening in front of the TV. Finally my mother decided to go to bed and told me to come too and share her bet with her. I was surprised, we hadn’t shared the same bed for six years, not since I was ten and I had innocently placed my hand on her breast when we slept. My mother had woken up and yelled at me that time. Now however I knew why, then it wasn’t quite so understandable.

“But Mom I don’t wear any PJ’s.” I said trying to get out of this. I knew the duvet on my bed would be lovely and warm tonight, after I’d spent enough time in it to raise it’s temperature. But my Mother was adamant that I sleep with her.

“Billy, we’ll share our warmth, you can wear your boxers to cover yourself.” I finally, reluctantly agreed.

My mother changed in her bathroom putting on her nighty as I went to my room and shucked off my jeans and tops. I quickly clambered under the covers and my mother joined me soon after. I was a little surprised at how thin and revealing her nightdress was. I rarely saw her in a state of undress, and during the day her nighties were enough to cover her modesty but tonight with the light behind her it was transparent and I got a nice view of her form through the material. She turned the bedside light off and cuddled into me.

It took a while for her closeness to stop being uncomfortable for me and I finally dropped off. A few hours later I woke up and was surprised to feel my penis as hard as it ever had been, but even more surprising was that somehow whilst asleep my dick had slipped out of the front of my boxer shorts, and my mother’s nightdress had ridden up high enough that my dick was nestled between the cheeks of her arse, skin on skin. This made me nervous as hell, recalling the shouting I had received after the accident when I was only ten and accidentally walked in on my mom as she was dressing. Now I was 16 and I was well aware of the position I was in.

I started to think about my mother for the first time in earnest as an object of sexual desire. I slowly reached my left arm over my mother and cuddled her close to me, moving my penis a little between her rear. As luck would have it my mother also moved a little, this had the combined effect, though I didn’t really know it of placing my penis very close to the entrance of her vagina, then as my hand holding her accidentally brushed against her breasts her body moved again and I suddenly felt lovely wet warmth surround my dick. I quickly realised that I had entered somewhere I shouldn’t really be, but I was also enjoying the sensation immensely. I had heard a soft moan escape from my mother as I entered her, but other than that she didn’t react at all.

I traced my hand over her breasts now, figuring if my mother woke up I really didn’t care, I was inside her and loving it, fondling her breasts weren’t going to be a problem compared to that. I traced around her breasts feeling the swell of them and brushing over her nipples that were as hard as rocks. I squeezed and kneaded them feeling the flesh roll between my fingers. I quietly and gently nuzzled into her neck as I gently and nervously pulled myself ever so slightly out of her, then I thrust slowly back in, loving the feel of her wet vagina drawing me into her.

One hand gently traced down the front of her body, feeling the hem of her nighty as my hand made contact with the bare flesh of her stomach. I carried on down until I felt the hairs of her mound reaching out to welcome my hands presence. I ran my fingers gently through them until I felt the flesh change, and then my mother’s body jumped in my arms slightly as my fingers gently ran over her clit. I didn’t really know the importance of that single, tiny area of a woman but my perverse nature loved the fact she had jumped in my arms like that, especially as it had resulted in her vagina squeezing my cock tightly within it. I played gently in that area now, not managing to illicit any jumps from her anymore, but her vagina was definitely paying close attention to my cock now.

I thrust into her again, again drawing a quiet moan form my mother. And I played gently with her breasts through the thin material of the nightdress. I began to thrust into my mother less gently as I felt myself building up, the nervousness about what I was doing and the simple fact that this was my first time meant that very quickly I came inside her, taking all of the nervousness and tension straight out of me. I lay still once more holding my mother in my arms, my penis slowly deflating inside her, when suddenly my mother rolled over, kissed me and said “That was lovely darling, tomorrow we’ll do it properly.”

She held me in her arms now as I quietly fell asleep, realising that my mother had more than likely arranged us as I’d found us when I woke up. I also looked forward to the morning and what it would bring.

The next day dawned bright and early, with me waking up feeling strangely satisfied and happy about things. It took a few moments more for the memory of the early hours of the morning to intrude on my consciousness, and a smile slowly spread across my face, by the time I recalled my mother’s last comment to me as I fell asleep I definitely looked like the cat that had got the cream.

I rolled over and found the bed empty next to me. It was a Saturday, it was definitely freezing cold outside the bedding but I could feel the sunshine streaming in through the window and knew it would quickly change into quite a warm day. Looks like winter had taken his last feeble throw at this part of the world and now summer was coming.

I listened to the sounds of the house and finally heard the quiet tell tale sounds of my mother in the shower. I climbed out of bed, not bothering to find my boxers which had somehow managed to find their own way to the floor during the night, and headed to the bathroom my mom was in. I quietly opened the door now and was treated to a sight I’d glimpsed in the past and last night would have truly appreciated. I more than appreciated the sight now of my mother standing in the shower with water streaming down her body, her breasts glistening in the wet. I stood drinking in the sight of her, my cock slowly rising to attention.

The draft of the door opening must have found its way into the shower because suddenly she turned and looked at me. “Morning Billy. I’d ask you to join me but the shower’s a little small.”

I smiled “That’s ok mom I’m enjoying the view.”

“I’m sure you are” my mom said quietly.

She finished the shower at that point, climbing out. Desperate to get close to her I grabbed her towel off the radiator where it was warming and walked up to her with it. She smiled knowing exactly what I was about to do. I began gently rubbing her back with the towel, and then tentatively moving round to her front, finally, deliberately placing my towel covered hands on both her breasts, rubbing the towelling over her nipples. She moaned quietly at the sensation as her nipples stiffened noticeably. I was startled when suddenly I felt her hand grasp hold of my cock and began rubbing it up and down gently. I moved one hand down over her stomach, drying it gently until my still towel covered hand reaced her crotch and I began rubbing it dry. I allowed the towel to slide from my hand and began rubbing my fingers gently over the lips of her vagina and pressed her clit slightly as I did so.

My mom moaned in response and spoke quietly “Ok I shouldn’t have bothered with the shower, let’s get back to the bedroom. We ran out of the warm bathroom to her bed, diving under the covers to get warm once more. She pushed me back on the bed then began to kiss me, looking up into my eyes she moved slowly down my body. I tried to reach out to play with her breasts but she batted my hands away. “I really enjoyed last night son, let me return the favour and show you something different.”

I had no idea what she meant until after she’d slowly moved down my body I felt warm breath and then the moist warmth of her mouth engulfing my ragingly hard cock. Her tongue swirled around the head lighting fires in my stomach and making my dick strain to explode with all the blood rushing to it. She took the whole of it into her mouth, gagging slightly as she took it into her throat. But she didn’t stop and then sucked as she moved her head back up the entire length.

I lay there in seventh heaven as my mom gave me my first blow job. I could feel my climax building up and said “Mom I’m coming.” She then started humming slightly as she sucked my dick, the resulting increased vibrations made me explode into her mouth like a volcano. She kept her mouth there sucking and sucking until finally my dick started to wilt in her mouth. I could hear her swallowing everything she could and finally she looked up at me with a grin on her face, licking what residue had escaped past her lips and said “I really enjoyed that, now it’s your turn.”

This was going to be a first for me. She lay back herself and I moved over on top of her, her breasts squashing into my chest as I kissed her, tasting the slightly salty residue of myself in her mouth and on her lips. I didn’t mind the taste too much, after all how could I complain since she’d just swallowed the lot. I then kissed her neck and down to her breasts, and there I paused kissing and kneading them with my face, sucking on her nibbles then gently nibbling on them, eliciting a gasp from her. I moved down then finally placing myself face to face with the opening I had come from all those 16 years before.

I tentatively licked the lips of her vagina, discovering the taste. I thought about it, and decided that despite the slight iron taste it wasn’t bad at all, so I dove in. I licked, sucked and lashed my tongue around her vagina then her clit then back again. Then I began pushing my tongue further and further into her. It was at that point my mind flashed to an erotic story I had once read on the net where the guy was able to reach his nose with his tongue, for some reason this ability allowed him to drive women absolutely wild with it. I was able to do the same thing so I probed my tongue into her then curled it up, pulled back and did it again. Suddenly my mother’s thighs clamped around my head like a vice. I couldn’t breath for a few seconds her hold on me was so strong. She yelled out in pleasure and thrashed about. I was to say the least a little surprised.

After she calmed down she said in a dreamy happy voice “Wow Billy where the hell did you learn to reach my g-spot?”

“Your what spot?”

She shook her head and said “It doesn’t matter, but you just keep doing that if nothing else and you can come to my bed any damn time you want.”

Whilst she’d spoken I had moved up her until I was looking directly into her eyes, and my now very hard cock was positioned once more at the entrance to her pussy. I smiled as with very little guidance from me I slid straight into her as I kissed her on the lips. I start thrusting slowly into listening to my mother gasp each time I embedded myself deep within her. She thrust back at me as I began to pick up pace. Suddenly I felt her go rigid once more and her nails dug into my back as her already sensitive vagina threw her over into another orgasm, clamping hard onto my dick as a I ploughed into her. I couldn’t take it anymore myself and erupted again into her looking intently into her eyes as I slowed to a stop exhausted once more, falling hard to the side, my cock sliding out we held each other catching our breath each trying to decide what the future held.


2016-03-19 21:26:17
I'm ASSUMING that you are a teen? OR early 20s lol

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2012-04-03 13:38:17
I like your and I are lovers..I fuck mothers pussy about 3-4 times a week. Mom is a horny slut of 39 yr. We are poor and sex is the only thing that we have for our own enjoyment..we live in our own secret happy lives..I bang that juicy clean-shaved cunt hard and she loves it. Life is good to us.

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