It wasn't until I was in my mid-teens that I started to wonder why the women in my family never seemed to get any older. As a kid, they just looked like adults to me. Even my sisters who were in their early twenties. That age, to a kid, still just looks like an adult. But when I turned 14 I started to wonder - are you guys not aging? I started to ask questions. My mom, who was 46 (apparently), and my four 4 aunts would just laugh at my question. They'd explain that everyone in their family just had amazing genes, and took great care of their skin. Their answers were vague, but they were confident enough that I just chalked it up to genetics. I didn't think about it much after that. I wondered if I would age at a similarly slow pace. The only boy in a huge family of women... None of my three sisters, my four aunts, my mother or even my grandmother seemed to get very old. Would the one male share the trait? I hoped so.
On the morning of my 18th birthday, my mother sat me down for a talk in our living room.
"Jack, have you noticed the girls looking at you differently over the last couple of months?" I had. All the women in my family had begun to treat me a little more playfully over the last couple of months. They looked at me with a strange new curiosity, and they tried to find more opportunities to hug me or place a hand on my shoulder.
"Now that you bring it up, they've been more affectionate."
"Jack, what I have to tell you today is going to shock you. For many reasons. What I need you to do is promise that after you let me finish, you won't just run out of the house and never want to see us again." She was looking at me with this expression that was the perfect combination of formal and adorable. Plus, my mom being my mom, it couldn't be avoided that the look was also somewhat sexual. This is just because my mom is an obviously sexual person. The kind that anyone might suspect is trying to be seductive, simply because her face and her body are themselves so seductive.
"Mom, obviously I would never do that. You know me. I'm not easily shocked."
"Well, there's no way you could be prepared for any of what I'm going to tell you. And, honestly, I wouldn't blame you for hating me. I just..."
"Mom, stop. I love you. I love you more than the world itself. I'll forgive you for whatever it is. Whatever secret. Just let it out."
My mom's eyes began to fill with tears. "I'm not your mother." She buried her head in her hands and began to sob.
"WHAT?" She didn't say anything. She just kept crying into her hands. "Mom, answer me! What do you mean you're not my mother??"
She lifted her head from her lap and looked at me with her red, wet eyes. She got up and then kneeled in front of me, putting her hands on my knees in supplication.
"You were adopted." I was silent. I hadn't expected that. And I was a little distracted by her face and hands being so close to my lap. I could feel her fingers digging into my thighs and almost clawing my legs towards her. Why was she doing that?
After a while I said, "Who? Who is my family? Where am I from?"
"I will tell you everything about your past. But first I have much more to tell you about what's happening right now." Her fingers continued trying to draw me towards her. What was my mom doing? She was filled with a strange animalistic desire.
"You shouldn't call me mom anymore, sweetie. Call me Laura. Don't call me mom anymore." She was weeping and breathing hard but her exhaustion and her energy weren't just coming from her sadness. She was filled with some other emotion as well. Something primal. "Don't call me mom, Jack. I'm not your mom. I'm Laura."
I was worried for her and in total shock. I decided to put myself aside for a moment. I brought my hands to hold her on the sides of her neck. "Laura, I don't care if I was adopted. Please calm down. You raised me, Laura. You're my mother, no matter what. I love you. I love you completely."
She was panting. "No. I'm not your mother. I'm a woman who loves you, Jack. Who has loved you forever. And I have so much more to tell you." She stood up now and straddled my legs. What the fuck was going on??
My mom was making me incredibly turned on. I was a virgin and it didn't take much for me to start getting uncontrollably horny. And this was much. I usually can turn off my sexual feelings with my mother, despite how good looking she is. Because she was my mom! But now... Laura seemed to want me more than I knew how to deal with. I didn't think I could resist her if she decided to take this further.
She said, "What I have to tell you can wait, Jack. It can wait." She was dry humping me through her jeans at this point. She couldn't control herself. Fuck. "I know this is a lot to process but..."
And then I lost it. I didn't want to hear her anymore. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her on the mouth. She let out a deep moan. I had no idea what I was doing. Despite everything being said, she had succeeded in making me feel the same intense desire she was, and I didn't have the strength to resist.
Her hands went to my back and pulled me into an even tighter embrace. We kissed like our mouths couldn't get enough of each other. I could hardly breathe. It took my mom... it took Laura about five seconds to start biting my lips a little. And then she had her tongue licking the roof of my mouth. I had hardly made out with anyone by this point, and I never knew someone could make these kinds of sensations happen with simple kissing.
She was tearing at my shirt from the back so I decided to help her out. I stopped kissing her for a moment and as I pulled back I could see a look of loss in her eyes. But then I started to take off my shirt and she was filled with an almost girlish joy. She rushed to get her own shirt off of her body.
When we were both topless she lowered my body to the floor. She was on top and she brought her eyes to mine and said again, "Jack. I'm not your mother. Tell me."
"You're not my mother, Laura. I know that. But I still love you."
Her eyes seemed to relax in a way that showed relief and passion at the same time. She started to kiss me again. She was digging her fingernails into my skin. Lightly at first, but soon her hands were making their way all the way down to my waist and she was leaving little pink trails behind her nails.
My body was covered in goosebumps. And then her mouth left mine and came to my neck. I didn't know so much energy could come out of this kind of contact. Her mouth was wet and warm on my skin and my body was rippling with excitement. Her mouth kept going lower and she got to my nipples. This blew my mind and she lightly tongued my nipple and then left her tongue on my skin and let it travel further south.
She lowered her body so her head was hovering over my groin. Then her hands reached behind her and she started to take off her jeans. My amazingly sexy adopted mother was hovering over my tented cock in just her underwear. I sat up to kiss her again and she pushed her hand into my chest. She made me lie down again.
"Stop. I need to do this. I need to do this now." She unzipped my pants and lowered them down enough to get my cock out. I was harder than I have ever been in my life.
The moment she saw my erection she froze for a second. She made this primal sound that was almost a groan. One of her hands right under her own panties and she started to masturbate. Her hips swayed a little bit as her own pleasure from fingering herself danced up her body, and her tongue to snaked its way up my shaft.
I was in fucking heaven. I was always self-conscious about sex because I was never sure if the woman would enjoy it as much as I presumed that I would. In this situation, there was no doubt. I thought she might explode over how much she seemed to need my cock in her mouth. She finger herself as if it was an emergency. And the feeling of her tongue on me was blowing my fucking mind.
At first her movements were rapid and almost panicked, she was making out with my penis like she had been making out with my mouth. But then she her body stiffened and her mouth came off me, she craned her neck forward and I could see her face. The expression on it was a perfect image of someone experiencing the height of pleasure, and it looked a lot like someone experiencing the height of pain. It was sublime.
Seeing this look on my mother's face had an overwhelming effect on me. As she came harder than I knew a person could, my cock came without her body even touch it. I came hard. The cum shot out from beneath her craned neck hit the underside of her chin. It also shot past her and landed on my stomach and chest. When she realized what was happening, she buried her face into my chest and started to eat the cum off of me. Now her tits were pressing down onto my cock and I was still cumming, and this didn't do much to make me stop. My orgasm seemed to get better in a matter of a second.
If sex was always like this, I suddenly saw how people got addicted to it. But this was nothing like the porn I had seen on the internet. I realized how rarely porn stars actually feel any affection for each other. If I had ever seen a video like this, it would have almost scared me. I didn't know if this was what passion would always look like, but I was so excited I was almost glad that I was so unprepared.
Laura and I finally stopped cumming. She was breathing deeply and her nose was buried in my chest. She must have been smelling my cum. My body and her neck were covered. She sat up for a second, suddenly calm. She used her hand to wipe the cum off of her neck. Once she had it in her palm, she brought it to her face and stared at it like it was gold.
"Don't be grossed out by this, Jack. This... this is what I need from you." Then she brought her hand to her mouth and devoured all the cum she was holding. She proceeded to scoop up all the cum lying on my torso and do the same.
I don't really have a cum fetish, but her reverence for my body and my cum made me feel like a god. And I definitely had a fetish for that...
I said, "That was amazing mom..."
She put her finger to my lips. "Laura," she said. "Call me Laura now, baby."
"That was amazing, Laura." We were both sweating. She had stopped breathing so hard, and she smiled down at me. She was proud her work. She was still not even fully naked. Her breasts and her pussy were still covered by underwear. She looked down into my eyes with a look that said just you wait.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
I think I may have been looking at her breasts the way she was looking at my cock. I had never seen something that brought me so much appreciation. I don't know what it is about breasts. They're just round orbs of flesh, and yet they take on some magical quality and my body sees them as some kind of magnificent home. I wanted them all over me. I wanted them in my mouth and in my hands and pressed up all over my skin.
I quickly reached out to grasp them, but my not-mom caught my wrists right before my fingers could make contact.
"Wait just a minute, baby... I'm not done with my work down here."
She went back down to my dick. I had lost a little bit of my hardness, but I didn't feel too sensitive. I chalked it up to the gift of youth that I could manage a couple of orgasms every time I jacked off. Every time I did, I thanked God the ability hadn't left me yet. I assumed as I got older it would get harder and harder, but for now I'm still able to have at least two orgasms per session with myself. And that's to say nothing about when I'm the victim of a beautiful woman working on my cock with everything she's got.
