I'm going to give the background quickly -- not because I can't expound on it or don't remember details, but because I want to get to the action because everytime I think about it I smile and get hard..
I'm Jason, 20, and have an identical twin, Justin. We go to different colleges. We are so identical only our mother can tell us apart in daylight; no one can at night, or by our voices.
My father was a domineering asshole who ran roughshod over my no-self-esteem-mother, and left when I was 15. The only good thing about him was that he made a lot of money and set up college trust funds for Justin and me, and my mom got enough in the divorce to live fairly comfortably. However, his leaving turned her into a drunk and made her chronically depressed. She always wore just sweatsuits, inside or outside the house, no makeup, wild hair, and didn't tend to her appearance in any way.
Mom, now 42, was brought up strictly and I found out recently Dad was the only person she had sex with, and only a few dozen times in 16 years of marriage, and all slam, bam, thank you ma'am experiences; and no one had ever eaten her pussy. She thought it was because she was deficient. Therefore she wasn't looking for someone else after he left.
Justin and I have always been completely well adjusted despite our parents, maybe because we had each other. We did well in school and sports, and got our fair share of tail. By the start of the summer of 2010, we both had gotten several dozen blowjobs, and fucked (with condoms) at least eight or ten girls each. Our only bareback experience was when we were 18 with a 33 year old neighbor, Jiant Jugs Jenny. She had a homely face and just above average body, except that she had the biggest natural tits for a slim-waist woman you could imagine. She had a twins fetish so we double teamed her, one doing her doggy when massaging those geological wonders on her chest while the other got a blowjob, and then switching. Then we would each suck a tit for about half an hour while lying next to her as she chatted away. We were real sorry when Her Jiantness moved after about ten encounters. Her tits became my screen saver.
Anyway, Justin and I went to a shrink on our Mom's behalf the summer of '09 and blackmailed her into getting help. At the shrink's urging we told her we would never come to see her again after we went to college unless she enrolled in a drunk program and saw the shrink about her depression. It worked. By the time we left for college in September '09 she was making progress on both fronts. I heard about a special spa not far from her house from a friend at college, and Justin and I bought her the first two months membership for Christmas. She seemed to be making such good progress that both Justin and I got summer jobs in our home town and told her we wanted to live at home during the summer. We hadn't seen her since Christmas.
I got home early June, a few days before Justin. I had only a suitcase and my laptop, having left everything else at my off campus apartment, and got dropped off by a friend at the end of our block. As I walked to the house, I saw a real Babe outside the house working in the garden. At first I thought it must be the wrong house -- but it wasn't. She had long slender legs with a light uniform tan, that ended in a Kim Kardashian ass, covered only by some skimpy jean shorts. Her tanned midriff was bare. She had long nicely combed radiant light brown hair, and a skimpy tank top that seemed to be --as best I could tell -- barely covering a real nice set of bonkers. When I got closer I still didn't have a good view of her face, but what I could see looked real nice, highlighted by light makeup. Being a horny red-blooded male who hadn't had a good screw in a month and no prospects for the summer, my mind was in full blown fantasy about fucking the Babe's brains out as the crotch of my pants was starting to tent.
When I approached the Babe from behind I didn't want to startle her so when about 20 feet away I said "Hi, I'm Jason, Joyce's son. Are you a friend of hers?"
When she spun around I almost shit my pants -- it was MOM. She apparently thought I was just being nice with my comment, smiled, ran up and hugged me tight. I hugged back with my head on her shoulder, trying to gain my composure and suppress my rising tool at the same time. When I finally thought I had sufficiently succeeded in both, I released my hug, told her she looked fantastic, and we went inside arm-in-arm.
I'm not sure how coherent I was while we sat at the transparent kitchen table, drank lemonade, and chatted for the next three hours. The glass table was a joy and a curse -- it made it easy to ogle her body, but shit, it was my mother! My mind was addled; but I remember the most important information. For brevity, I'll summarize the relevant parts of our discussion.
Mom's shrink pronounced her cured of depression. She hadn't had even one sip of alcohol since August 15, '09. The people at the spa were miracle workers (she got that right) and she had gone there at least three hours a day six out of every seven days since Christmas. She realized that her appearance had changed dramatically (understatement of the decade). The exercise and clean living regime she was following made her feel fantastic but horny (not her word, but I was so shocked she would even talk with me about stuff like that I can't remember her exact words), but she still had no confidence to date.
That night we went out for dinner at a restaurant she used to like but hadn't been to since the asshole left. She wore a mid-thigh length sleeveless yellow sundress, a pushup bra, three inch yellow heels, and gold choker. Except for stress lines in her face, she could have passed for 30. I said "Mom, you're one of the hottest women I have ever seen!" She blushed slightly, and dismissed my comment as a son's prejudice, but she was obviously pleased.
At the restaurant I pointed out to her all the guys who were ogling her. Each time she had the same reaction as to my "hottest" comment, but clearly got more and more pleased and confident. On numerous occasions I put my hand on her bare knee, stroked or squeezed it. I stared into her big blue eyes every chance I got.
The restaurant had a dance floor with a great DJ, and after a wonderful meal, I asked her to dance. Time for another shock! She danced like a pro -- lessons at the spa she said -- and the movements of her body, whether intentional or not, were as seductive as a courtesan's! My circuits were close to overload.
We didn't leave the restaurant until midnight, three hours after her bad-old-days bedtime. She was still lively so we went sightseeing in our own city, something we hadn't done since I was a child, and took a long walk along the river park. I put my sport coat over shoulders, and we held hands and chatted like we were on a date.
We got home after 2 a.m. By then was she a little bleary-eyed. Having just come from keeping late hours at school, I had a distinct advantage over her, and for better or worse used it. She gushed about how tonight was the most fun she had since she could remember, but then tears welled up. It was then she laid on me her lack of sexual experience, including the bad-to-nonexistent marriage sex, I reported earlier and said tonight made her feel like she really deserved a real sex life but she had too much fear to progress in reality, and she started to sob uncontrollably.
I would like to tell you that what I said to her next was motivated by pure interest in her well being, but you would know it was a lie; it was about me, with the hope that it would also be about her. I asked her if she thought she could start a sexual relationship with someone she knew loved her and would never hurt her until she gained the sexual confidence she needed. She interrupted her wild sobbing, and looking directly at me through her running mascara and weary eyes said that would be great but she didn't know anyone like that. At that point I stood, lifted her off her chair, planted a lecherous kiss on her lips, and started carrying her to my room.
I know that given her fatigue and lack of confidence, and the abruptness of my movements, at first she was puzzled. However, as I laid her on my bed she started to realize that I was not acting like her son, but like her lover. She protested, but was too tired, emotionally spent, and overwhelmed to put up a fight as I pulled off her panties and started tonguing and licking her cunt. She cried the first few minutes I was ravishing her clit and pussy lips, but as soon as I penetrated her with two fingers and found and started abusing her G spot, all sounds stopped except for pleasure moans and screams. She orgasmed at least twice in the first minutes -- maybe the first real orgasms of her life -- and by the second climax I knew she was mine to please or punish as I saw fit.
I gently undressed her while constantly paying attention to her pulsing underused pussy, sucked her glorious tits while undressing myself, and then told her she was going to get a real fuck from someone who really cared about pleasing her. I turned her on her hands and knees, and jammed my tormented rock hard dip stick between her succulent lips, causing her to shriek. I pumped slowly at first, listening to her reaction. No more sobbing, just sounds of pleasure and "Oh My God". I started pounding like a jackhammer. Once she climaxed again and I unloaded every ounce of joy juice I could into her, I laid her down on her side with my throbbing dick still filling her snatch, and wrapped my arms tightly around her while nuzzling her neck. Not only was I as serene as I ever was in my life, I could sense her contentment too. We both fell into a blissful sleep within minutes.
When I awoke the next morning, except for the involuntary withdrawal of my now flaccid penis from her pussy, we were in exactly the same position we fell asleep in. I gently kissed her neck, shoulders, and cheek and she started to come out of her sex-induced coma. I continued my gentle assault on her body parts until she finally gained enough awareness to realize where she was and remember what had happened. She turned over in the bed briskly and stared into my eyes. Before she could say anything I pondered "How does the hottest woman in the world feel today?"
She blushed, opened her eyes even wider, but then in a somewhat choked voice said "Jason, what did you do to me?" I responded "I loved you like you deserved to be loved your whole life and should be in the future. Did you enjoy it?" Her eyes started to softly well up with tears again as she stammered "It evoked the best, most intense, feelings I ever have had in my life, but it is so wrong...." Without letting her finish, I put a finger on her lips and said "What is wrong is the way you've been treated the rest of your life. If I could have made you as happy as you were last night some other way, I would have done it, but that wasn't going to happen. Now, I'm going to teach you everything I know about how to fulfill a lover and only when I've done that will I stop -- unless you are so fucking amazing that I have to make love to you the rest of my life."
