I was raised by my mother. There was no Father in my life, just a string of men who used my mother and then left her. We were very poor and had to share a bed. When there were no men present I slept with my mother. I loved when she pulled me into her embrace and told me she loved me. I remember the times she cried out of frustration.
I did my best to make her happy. I worked a paper route and gave her what money I made to her so we could eat.
"Ravi, you do not need to do this," Momma told me.
She said that every year for ten years.
"I want to, Momma. I love you," I told her.
The last time we had this discussion was on my eighteenth birthday.
"Do you really love me?" She asked walking over to where I stood. She had a strange look in her eyes.
Without waiting for an answer she pressed herself tightly against me. She grabbed my face with her hands and gave me a passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into my mouth where it dueled with mine. I could feel a stirring in my loins. My cock was getting harder the more she kissed me. My mind told me this wasn't right. I felt embarrassed. I knew she could feel my hardness nudging between her legs. I pushed her away abruptly.
"Ravi! What is wrong?"
"Nothing," I whispered as I turned my back to her and left the room.
I spent the rest of the day worried that I had offended her. What was I going to do? I love my mother and I shouldn't feel this way about her, but I did. I wanted all of my mother's love. I had what those men had, maybe even more than them. I wanted to do to my mother what they did to her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted my cock in her mouth. I just didn't know how to go about it. I couldn't stand it if she rejected me for wanting her.
Bedtime came sooner than I wanted it to. I was almost afraid to go to bed with her. She went to bed at her normal time and I pretended I was busy with something. When I thought she would be asleep I took my place in the bed. I made sure not to disturb her. I hugged the edge of the bed, as far from her as I could get.
Just as I was falling asleep Momma snuggled up against me. I held still afraid to move. I felt her hand reach around to my crotch. My cock moved as though in anticipation. She slid her hand down beneath the elastic of my briefs. My cock rose to her touch. Her hand closed around my rigid shaft. I throbbed with want. Throwing caution to the wind I rolled onto my back and stripped off my underpants. Her hand began stroking up and down my distended rod. I moaned with need for release and I was almost there when she stopped. My hardened cock slapped down against my stomach.
Momma sat up and removed her nightgown. Leaning over me she pressed a "C" cup breast against my mouth.
