Dirty Magazines

When I came home from college that day, my mom was fuming. I wasn't even able to make it from the front door to my room before I heard her bellow from the kitchen, "Louis! Get in here, NOW!"

I began to run through a mental list of all of my recent wrong-doings. Had I forgotten to empty the dishwasher? Change the cat litter? It sounded much more serious than leaving the wet laundry in the washer too long. What could I have done to earn such ire?

My heart sank when I got to the kitchen to find my mom sitting at the table with my entire collection of pornographic magazines spread out, facing away from her, like exhibits A through M.

"I was cleaning your room today and you'll never guess what I found," she said snidely. "A whole bunch of nudie magazines." She spread her hand out across the them like a game show model displaying my debauchery. "I shouldn't have to remind you, young man, that you're too young to legally be in possession of these things. Worse, I am shocked by the content of them. Let's take a look, shall we?"

She began flipping through the pages of one of that magazines that was facing me. She knew it well enough, it seemed, that she could flip to the offending page with relative ease. Spread across two pages was a full-color glossy image of a very buxom transsexual with a very hard cock.

"As if it wasn't bad enough that you're looking at adult material, you're looking at god damn trannies," she sneered. I wanted to speak up about using a politically incorrect term but knew I should keep my mouth shut.

"My boy isn't old enough to have these kinds of things and he certainly be looking at stuff like this," she said, pointing to the engorged cock, "unless, that is, you like this stuff.... I mean, have a raised a little faggot?"

She waited for my response but I gave her none.

"Well? Have I?" she yelled.

"Mom, I'm not a little boy anymore! I'm over 18 and just staying here while I go to community college for my Associates!" I wanted to yell. Instead...

"No, Mom," I whispered, not sure if I was telling the truth or not.

"You like girls, then, Louis? Do you?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, a little more confidence in my voice.

"What kind of girls do you like? Be specific."

"Do you mean who do I like?" I asked, confused.

"No, I mean what kind of girls? What kind of girl turns on my son?"

I lapsed into silence, not sure what to say. I had one particular girl in mind but wasn't sure how best to describe her.

"This is ridiculous," she said. "Do we need to wait until your father gets home to continue this conversation?"

I panicked at the idea of my dad, not the nicest of men, having anything to do with what we were discussing. I was hoping to just sweep it all under the rug and forget that this ever happened.

"No! Please!" I cried with more desperation in my voice than I had planned.

"Then tell me what kind of girl you like. Is she short? Tall? Black? White? Skinny? Fat?"

Once I opened my mouth the words just fell out: "She's white, blonde, a little on the shorter side, she's not fat but she had a lot of curves, she's older than me, and has a beautiful smile."

The words hung in the air. My mom looked from the cover of one of the magazines, "40 Plus Lovers", up to me.

"Does she have green eyes and a sweet ass?" she asked wryly.

"They look green sometimes and hazel other times," I said wistfully.

"Then this problem is even worse than I thought," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "This is definitely not something we can bring to your father," she added.

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"What do you think we should do about this?" she asked.

Thinking that she meant the magazines I suggested that we throw everything out and forget the whole thing.

"I don't think that's going to solve the larger problem," she said. "I know boys your age have urges but it sounds like these are unhealthy urges. It sounds like you're fascinated by someone you shouldn't be. And that's a real problem."

"I know it is," I sighed. It seems that she had certainly understood who I had been describing. I didn't know what kind of response this would garner but I was amazed that she was taking it this well. I had been afraid of more yelling and screaming. I never thought we'd be having the conversation we were having. I thought that this would be a secret that I'd have to keep all my life. It filled me with such shame and the shame was still there even after having admitted it. I don't know when I first realized what was going on but I know that for the prior six months that not a day had gone by without trying to drive the idea out of my head.

"I don't want this to drive us apart," she said. "This isn't easy for you and it isn't easy for me either. Though I really can't say it's that much of a surprise. I've noticed the way you've been acting lately and knew that something was up. There's really no easy solution for this. For now, I want you to take all of these magazines back to your room and put them back in your bottom drawer. We'll decide later what we're going to do with them and what we're going to do about this situation. Otherwise, no one has to know. Understood?"

I nodded, not sure what to say. I gathered up all of the magazines into one unwieldy pile before rushing off to my room with my treasured pornography. I carried them at waist level in order to cover the growing erection I had. Mom knew now. She knew that I had fallen in lust with her. This turned me on, knowing that she knew how I thought of her.

Nothing was said over the next three days despite my mind now being a rage of fantasies about my mom. I found myself avoiding her when I could, staying in my room and masturbating furiously as I thought about her.

Friday afternoon when I got home from school, mom was waiting for me. She was sitting in the chair directly opposite of our front door. I was immediately struck by the outfit she wore: one of her black business suits that she often went to work in. These power suits always filled my head with fantastic images of what she might be wearing underneath. I loved the way the black fabric contrasted her pale skin, especially that of her ample breasts.

There was no greeting, no kiss hello. Instead, she told me, "There are some things we need to get clear, Louis. Important things. Come in and have a seat."

I did as she said, looking at her legs in her stockings and her high-heeled shoes as I cross the room to the couch.

"I've thought a lot about what we discussed the other day," she said, tenting her fingers in front of her. "I think that we can come to some kind of understanding that will be good for the both of us. Your father hasn't been very attentive to me the last few years and your mother has needs that haven't been met. I want you to listen to me, and listen good. This kind of thing that I'm proposing is not, repeat not something accepted in our society. This is something that can never leave this house. You may never speak to anyone about this at any time. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"No, I need you to say the words. I need to hear you say them."

"I can't talk about this to anyone," I said.

"That's right. Do I have you word on that? Your solemn oath?"

"Yes, yes, you do."

"Good," she said, standing up. "Follow me."

She led me down the hall saying, "This is my bedroom but from time to time it will be our bedroom. It's only when I invite you in here and I can kick you out at any time. Understood?"

"Yes, I think I understand."

"Good," she said, closing the door behind me. She came to me and kissed me in a way she never kissed me before. She opened her mouth over mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She sent electricity through my body, I felt my cock stiffen completely and I pushed it up against her. She moaned, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me tighter.

With one hand, she began unbuttoning her jacket, revealing that she only war a bra underneath. She moved one of my hands from her hip to her breasts and I felt the lace of her bra under my palm. I wanted to take her bra off but I had no idea how to do it. I reached behind her, trying to find the hooks. She laughed and I stopped what I was doing. She stepped back and reached between her cups and undid the clasp there. She removed her suit coat before opening her bra and taking the straps off of her shoulders.

Her bare breasts loomed before me, inviting me. I found myself lowering my mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it to attention.

I felt my mother's hand on my crotch, feeling the outline of my cock and squeezing. I groaned aloud around her nipple, breaking for a second to catch my breath as she kneaded me over my pants.

"I'm going to teach you, Louis, to please me, to make me happy. Is that what you want?" she asked, holding tightly onto my cock through my pants.

"Yes," I mumbled into her breast.

"I know you've never been with a woman so I'll be patient. But it will be worth the rewards, for you and for me." With that, I felt her hand move to my belt and undo it in one single motion before unbuttoning my pants. "Take them down, Louis, I want to see what we're working with," she said, moving to sit back on her bed.

I did as she told me, though I was hesitant to get naked in front of her for a brief moment, especially as I felt like she was judging me.

My cock sprang forth from my underwear, bobbing in front of me. I let my pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

"That's no way to treat your clothes," she said, always the mother. I picked up my pants and folded them before putting them on a decorative rocking chair in the corner of her room, doing the same for my shirt. I turned around, feeling exposed as she looked me over. She signaled for me to come closer so she could reach out and touch my cock, stroking me gently. "Very nice," she said.

She unzipped her skirt and slid it off.

"Get down on your knees," she said, pulling her underwear down, exposing the dark thatch of her pubic hair. She spread her legs in front of me, exposing her pussy to me. She pulled her lips apart with her fingers, pointing to her clit and telling me to put my tongue there and lick her gently.

I did as I was told, tasting her salty flavor. She began moaning as I licked, feeling the hard nub of her cock under my tongue. "Harder," she said, "Put a finger inside me."

I began licking her harder. I wasn't sure exactly where to put my finger so I felt around where I was licking, feeling how wet her pussy was, until I found her opening and slid a finger in. I felt her pussy grasping at my finger as I slid it in and out of her, pretending to fuck. "Yes, Louis, good boy... fuck your mommy's hole," she hissed.

In my excitement I began licking her harder and faster. "Get it! Get it!" she began to chant. I didn't know what she wanted me to get so I kept doing what I was doing. She began writhing. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my chin; she started yelling something I couldn't understand and more liquid squirted at my face, flooding around my finger. I tasted the liquid, it was warm, salty, and not unpleasant. I kept licking and she kept writhing until she locked her thighs around my head and said, "Enough, enough."

She let me go and I leaned back onto my heels. "Come up here," she said, patting the bed. I came up and laid down next to her as she moved back onto the bed. "You did that very well. You have some things I need to teach you but that was good. Now I want you to fuck me. I'm going to roll over and get on my knees and I want you to put your penis inside of me."

She got onto her hands and knees next to me and I got behind her. I had dreamed about what she would look like in this position before but I had no idea that it would be so wonderful. I admired the shape of her ass and found myself kissing it before kneeling up and aiming my cock at her pussy. I had a feeling that this was a real turning point in my life, I was having sex for the first time and I was having it with the woman who birthed me. This is what I wanted and this is what she wanted.

As soon as I felt the wetness of her on my cock and began easing it into her I thought to myself that I was going to want this all the time. I pictured myself coming home every day after school and finding her at home waiting for me, maybe even like this, on her hands and knees on her bed with me coming in, pulling out my cock, and putting it in her.

I pushed harder into her and felt her pussy gripping at me. I began to slide in and out, slowly at first but I wanted to feel what it felt like faster. I began moving my hips, I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her back onto me when I was all the way in, driving as hard and deep as I could. She moaned and shuddered as I got all the way inside her. I had never experienced anything that felt so good.

I loved the way she moved on me and the noises she made. I never anticipated this kind of interaction after only having looked at dirty magazines. I put my hands on her hips, feeling her soft flesh beneath my hands. I felt the feeling of an orgasm building inside of me and my mother could feel it too. She began demanding that I cum inside of her.

When she looked over her shoulder into my eyes and told me, "Fill me up, Louis, give it to me," I couldn't take it one second longer and exploded inside her. I kept moving my hips long after I had cum, still reeling at the sensation of being inside her.

She eased forward, down onto her stomach, before rolling to my side. "You have one more thing you need to do, honey," she said gravely. "You need to clean your mother up."

I started to get up to get a washcloth from the bathroom. "Where are you going? I mean you need to clean me up with your tongue. You need to eat up every bit of what you just put in me. You're never to leave me soppy, is that understood?"

I didn't really understand but nodded anyway. I hadn't read anywhere in the dirty magazines about a man licking his own cum out of a woman but I imagined that my mother knew best. So, I got between her legs and began sucking and licking her pussy. It tasted much different than before and I imagined this was because of me cumming inside her. I tasted her familiar flavor mixed with something new. When I found this new flavor I would do my best to lap it up, swallowing every bit.

I wasn't sure how well my tongue was cleaning her up rather than just getting her wet with my spit. But, I did as she told me. I wasn't sure when to stop licking her and kept doing it. Then, I began to hear the same noises that she had made before. And, as before, I put my finger back inside of her only to feel her shudder. I began concentrating my tongue on the spot I had before, licking her faster then slower then faster again. "Oh, fuck," she said before she began flooding my mouth again with her wetness. I tried drinking up every drop she sprayed from her pussy but was unable to. Instead, it got all over my face, my chest, and her sheets.

Again, she let me continue until she closed her thighs around my head, pulling my mouth away from her pussy. Was it wrong that I wanted to keep licking her so much?

"Shit, we're going to have to change the sheets before bed," she said, getting up and leaving the room. I wasn't sure what to do with myself other than watch her leave, enjoying the sight of her ass as she left.

When she came back, still naked but with clean sheets in her arms, she made me assure her once again that I would not speak of our relationship to anyone. "If you tell anyone, you won't have sex ever again," she said, "Not with me, not with anyone. I'll cut your fucking dick off, is that understood?"

I nodded mutely, not sure if she was joking or not. I think I realized that she wasn't when she produced a small box and removed the contents; a hard piece of plastic that I couldn't begin to make out as to its purpose.

She put the strap of the contraption around my ball and the hard plastic part around the head of my cock. In one swift movement she removed something from it -- a key! "This is also part of our agreement," she told me. "I want to make sure that you don't get tempted by any of those sluts you go to school with. You're only to have sex with me and only when I say, only when I free you. Now, take your clothes and go back to your room. Not a word to your father about this. Good night," she said, giving me a kiss on the lips before she began stripping the bed.

Dazed, I left the room, naked save for the strange device that had been locked around my cock. I would struggle with this for the rest of the night, especially when I would think about how arousing my mother was. Now looking at those dirty magazines was a useless thing as I wasn't allowed to get myself off at all, only with mom and only when dad wasn't around.