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*** All characters are over 18. ***
As we lay there recovering, Mom told me her history and how what just happened had happened.
Mom said when she was in her early teens and on into college, she was frankly a slut. Not the girl that fucked and sucked everybody anytime, only that she went from guy to guy searching for the best fuck she could. Until the incident.
You see my Mom, Susan, Susie back then and now again as we lay together panting and cuddling. She had me call her that as I fucked her hard and deep. She loved both, which is how this story begins, but her history and how I came to be is the start.
When Mom was young, on the cusp of womanhood, she had begun appreciating boys earlier than her peers. She experimented with kissing. She said she tried kissing first with a cousin, Jerry, I think she said. She liked that and moved on to other boys in Middle school at this time, around 12 or so. She continued kissing until the boys got brave enough to begin touching her, and she them. Slow and tentative at first, neither knowing what they were doing yet. But they went from kissing and holding hands to groping and feeling each other up. The typical progression, most would say. Where Mom realized later she messed up is that word got around the boys that she was willing to fool around.
To her, she said, she just got more and more curious about everything sexual. By the time she was in high school, she was blowing guys. She said it was practice at the beginning, but she realized she liked it, too, a lot. Before her freshman year was over, she had had sex with four guys. All of them one-on-one. Her friends were just astounded that she would push it that far so quickly. She had a few friends who followed her example but slower and more restrained. Now, all these guys from then on through college were guys she was dating at the time, not just hooking up and getting fucked.
Things went badly for Mom in her Junior year of college. She had continued being a party girl and was a regular at many of the campus parties and some Frat parties. It was at one of those that Mom's life changed drastically. Early in the year, she had been dating some jock, and he had convinced her to try a threesome, her and two guys. They spit-roasted her and everything else a guy would do with a chick, she said. Blowing them both before each fucked her pussy then they moved to the spit-roast. She liked it well enough, she says, but it wasn't her thing. She also was done air-tight once. She didn't like that at all, she felt just used and didn't really get off. It was one of those three guys that caused the final backlash.
It turns out one of them was a target for a sorority sister, and when she heard he had banged mom, that pushed her over, and she plotted an evil, really evil, revenge on an unsuspecting Mom. Mom would find out most of the details later from a friend who had found out and was revolted.
Said sorority sister had gotten fake Birth Control pills and replaced Mom's with them. Then being all fake sweet and 'sisterly,' paired up with her for an upcoming party. Turns out, after a couple of drinks, she spiked Mom's drink with Rohypnol. Then, as it's taking effect, she leads her to a room where she is told a guy she had been eyeing was waiting. The reality was about ten guys were waiting, and they were told by the 'sister' that Mom wanted to try a gangbang. In short order, Mom was banged and then left leaking fluids from everywhere. She was found later by a real sister and helped back to the sorority. But the damage had been done. Not knowing she wasn't protected, they never thought of all the sperm inside her, they just cleaned up and went to bed.
Weeks later, when her period didn't arrive, she went to the pharmacy and got a pregnancy test. She was, of course, pregnant with me. It was shortly after that she found out how it happened. Her reaction was as you would expect. She found the sister who had set her up and confronted her in front of several other sisters. She ended up decking the bitch. Mom was brought before the college disciplinary board, but when the reason came out, she was warned and sent back to her studies with their apologies. The bitch was expelled, and the few guys that were ID'd by other people were suspended for two weeks and warned of any more trouble, and they would be expelled, too.
Mom had requested no police involvement as nothing could be proven at this late stage. She just wanted to move on. The college agreed that it would be a black mark on their institution's reputation.
Mom completed her Junior year and went into summer with a significant baby bump. I was born in August to a happy Mom by then. Her family supported her with the pregnancy and my birth, but mid-school year, a classmate accidentally blew up the cover story. When Mom's parents found out the truth, their attitude and treatment of Mom began to degrade and become very cold. By the end of college, they had perfunctorily shown up for her graduation, primarily because of me. Mom got a job offer after several unsuccessful interviews because they were told upfront she was a single parent and had time restrictions.
We moved away to her new job, and I have not seen my grandparents or any other family since then. They sent Christmas and birthday cards for a few years, but Mom would send them back with a polite, 'No Thank you.' The entire time I was growing up, she was always there for me and a terrific mother. She is excellent at what she does, whatever that is. I never really understood what that was when I was younger and wasn't interested when I got older to dig into it. Mom is happy and enjoys her work. That's what matters. She makes a good living, and we live comfortably, a solid middle-class family of two.
Because of the bitch sister's actions, Mom developed arms-length friendships with other women she worked with, never letting anyone too close. She would just tell them she had something or other with me to do and brush off any socializing. Mom also would not date, stating she was a mother and didn't have time. She was all about being a mom, and that was her focus when she was not at work. At work, she excelled and has been a successful department manager for ten years, likely to be promoted again soon. At home, she was almost the prototypical 1950s housewife minus the husband. We did have a couple of dogs along the way.
Mom would dress very demurely, longish dresses and skirts for work. Blouses with next to no cleavage, long sleeves, and the like, again, 1950s suppressed attire and attitude. Even her swimsuits were always one-piece and somewhat ugly. A few times, I had accidentally seen flashes of Mom in the shower or otherwise nude or semi-nude over the years. I always left Mom her privacy, excusing myself to go elsewhere until she was done with whatever he was doing at the time.
As it approached time for me to go to college, we discussed my options and interests. I had excellent grades and had gotten a split scholarship to play baseball at the local Big East University as a pitcher. Mom was so proud, but I could see a little fear, too. I assumed it was about me being away at college. I would find out later it was about a much different thought stream. To continue with my love of sports in general, my studies would be in Sports Medicine as a trainer and therapist.
Our home life changed the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years. It started slowly and was very innocuous in the beginning. As was our summer tradition, Mom and I would spend as much time swimming and being outdoors as possible. Sometimes, we would take trips to the beach, while others, we would head into the woods to go camping at a nearby campground. The more rustic, the better. Our one concession was that we had double-sized air mattresses and a four-person tent, and a shower was a must.
After attending college those two years, I noticed Mom had a nice figure, but it was all covered up by her unsexy one-piece swimsuit. So I bought Mom a new suit, a bikini, but one that covered more than most these days. She was surprised and shocked. It almost took an act of god to get her to wear it to the beach. It was a light blue, nearly the same color as the sky on that beautiful day at the beach. I put a good amount of sunscreen on her now whiter exposed portions. I took my time, rubbing it in and massaging her to help her relax.
We spent the day in and out of the water, applying sunscreen as needed. Maybe I should describe the two of us. I'll start with Mom since it's sort of her story. At 42, she is a picture of perfection, and no one who sees her believes she has a college-age son. She is a petite woman of 5'4" and maybe 110#. She has bright blue eyes under curly strawberry-blonde hair that she keeps cut shorter, not quite to her shoulders. When she smiles, she takes my breath away at the absolute joy there. It doesn't hurt she has the cutest dimples in her cheeks. Her figure is perfect for her size. Handful size breasts, of this I can confirm with joy. Mom's waist is trim, and her hips are soft and rounded, a perfect complement to her breasts and waist. Mom also works out reasonably often and does yoga. Unfortunately, she does all this in formless sweats.
As for me, I'm Kaden. I'm twenty, a tall, relatively lean guy with plenty of strength between light weight training and running. It's hard work throwing that pea at 80 mph to strike guys out. I only weigh 170# at 6' tall. I have my mom's strawberry-blonde hair, but mine is straighter, and my eyes are green. I kid her that she fits under my armpit when we walk together. She pretends to be put out but rarely can keep the slight smile away.
As I said before, we went to the beach often, and that first day in her bikini made me see her even more as a woman--not just my sweet and loving Mom. Even with the sunscreen, Mom got a slight sunburn, just enough to pink up her shoulders and back. That evening, I put Aloe vera lotion on her burn. She laid down on the floor in our living room for space and access for me. As I rubbed it in, I sat across the backs of her thighs for the best reach.
That was the beginning for me, I think, of my thoughts about my Mom as a sexual object. It started because I was able to get Mom to take off her top and lie facedown naked from the waist up. It made everything more accessible than when I had put on the sunscreen so as not to miss any areas, I reasoned. She was decidedly hesitant but eventually saw my reasoning. She covered up with a towel to take off her shirt while she made me close my eyes. I admit I peeked a little bit, and Mom was as beautiful as I had guessed. She still had perky breasts, showing no signs of sag with her age. Capped by very pink nipples that hardened slightly with the cooling from taking off her shirt, I guessed.
