This is a story of mother and son incest and is sexually graphic in content. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction.
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Christine is my mother. She has been a single mother for the past twenty two years of my life. She had me when she was a couple months short of her nineteenth birthday.. She now works as a paralegal at a law firm. She is a beautiful brunette of five foot six inches with beautiful bright brown eyes and a beautiful face and smile framed by her hair which hung to her shoulders. She has a very nice figure for a woman of her age which she maintains at the gym.
I am Richard. I attend a local college on a scholarship and I work as a short order cook from afternoon to night on week days and all day on Saturdays. Yes, I flip burgers and shake fries among other things. I have a taut frame of six feet, brown eyes and nose like my mother and dark brown hair.
There is little time for dating as my time is very limited. I have the hots for Maria Fuentes who is an absolutely drop dead gorgeous girl, a waitress at the restaurant I work. She has shown some interest in me, but I try not to put any hopes on it. I really don't have the time to form any kind of meaningful relationship with her. Maria does not work on Saturday's which puts a damper on my day.
Sunday is the only day I have off which I spend with my mother. Between her work schedule and my schooling and work hours we barely see each other until Sunday. We go to church in the morning, and then I help her with some house cleaning and laundry after a light lunch. A two bedroom apartment is not much to clean. She likes to cook something special for our Sunday dinners.
While my mother is quite a beautiful woman, she tends to dress down, as if she were hiding her body. She has never dated, that I know of, or talked about any interests. I had told her about my interest in Maria, she told me to pursue it, but I told that there was no room in my life for dating.
After dinner we would sit together on the couch and talk for a while before watching a movie, often sitting close together. I would put a consoling arm over her shoulders or a hand on her thigh when she was emotionally moved by a movie. She would snuggle into me as she dried her eyes, her hand casually draped over my thigh. Sundays had become a very special time for us.
Then everything changed when one Saturday we were sent home from work just after lunch time when a pipe burst in the restaurant causing a minor flood in the dining area.
I opened the door to the apartment and heard an urgent cry coming from my mother's room. Alarmed, I rushed in and stood at her open door in disbelief.
I saw my mother lying naked on her bed in the throes of ecstasy with one hand between her widespread legs furiously rubbing her vagina while her other hand pulled at one of her breasts.
I stood rooted in the doorway unable to tear my eyes from her beautiful body until she became aware of my presence.
'Richard!' My mother cried out in alarm, 'what are you doing here?' She was mortified as she attempted to cover her trembling body.
'Sorry mom, I guess I should have called.' I said sheepishly and turned away and left, closing the door behind me.
I sat at the kitchen counter trying to process what I had just seen. My mother is a woman after all with needs and desires like any other. Damn, even I masturbate. However, what I saw today was spectacular and it had really aroused me. I was getting very turned on by my mother..
Mother came out of her room a some time later dressed in jeans and a loose top. She had an embarrassed look on her face. We said hello to each other, she gave me a warm hug and a kiss on my cheek and then made a couple of sandwiches for dinner as she tried to normalize things. She seemed on the verge of saying something a number of time, but always declined. We were silent throughout the evening.
We both went to bed early. However my mind was preoccupied with the sight of my mother's beautiful body. My hand found its way to my cock and I began slowly stroked myself. I threw off my covers and removed my shorts and with her image in my mind I continued to slowly masturbate as I fantasized about her.
I fantasizes about exploring her beautiful sex adorned with a trimmed patch of pubic hair with my mouth and fingers. I thought about slipping my cock in her and fucking her. But It was fantasizing about her sucking my cock that finally pushed me over the edge. My mother has a very sensuous mouth. I groaned as my orgasm surfaced and then finally erupted with a vengeance.
'Mom!' I gasped as my body shuddered violently just as a thick jet of my seed leapt out of my cock and struck me in the face.
I was caught by surprise by the thick stream that struck my face and mouth, but I was to involved to care. The next hit my neck and the following two spurts landed on my chest and my stomach. I licked up the jism from my lips and swallowed what got into my mouth. I laid there for a few minutes trying to come to grips at what I had thought about to bring on such a wonderful orgasm. I then reached for a handful of tissue and cleaned off the congealing sperm from my face, neck and torso.
I felt a set of mix emotions of great delight and great shame. I tried to rationalize that my depravity was just a fantasy and nothing more. But there was more, so much more.
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Sunday was very awkward. I felt embarrassed about intruding on her as I am sure she was. We went through the day in silence. When I was doing laundry I took notice of my mother's bras and panties for the first time. I fondled her silk panties with my fingers and then rubbed them over my face, detecting a slight scent of her on them. I then threw them in the washer washer and again felt a mix of guilt, shame, and arousal which caused my cock to stir and grow.
That night after dinner, we sat on the couch, apart from each other. The silence that existed between us was deafening. I decided to broach the subject that neither wanted to talk about.
'Mom, I am sorry for intruding on you. I should have been more considerate and thoughtful and called to let you know I would be home early.. We are both adults, so I understand that you, like me, have needs and desires. I do it myself too.' I said to her.
There was a few moments of silence when she suddenly asked. 'Were you fantasizing about me last night?'
'What?' I said surprised at her question.
'Richard, I must confess. I came to talk to you about it last night and I saw you on your bed and doing, you know, and you called out "mom" when, you know, let go.' She said quietly.
I looked away from her and blushed. 'Yes.' I said in an almost inaudible voice. She had a small smile when I glanced at her.
'You are very beautiful, and sexy.' I add quickly as if it explained everything.
'Thank you Richard. It's nice to know that, even if it's coming from my son.' She said.
'Have you done that before, I mean think of me?' She asked.
'No. That was the first time.' I said.
'Mom, why don't you use a vibrator?' I then asked.
'Excuse me?' She said indignantly.
She pulled her legs up under her on the couch. Again she seemed to be conflicted.
'This is not a subject a mother and son should be engaged in. But in answer to your question, no I don't have one.' She said.
'You opened the door mom, so to speak. So why not?' She glared at me.
