When I came to the doorway of my room, my mother was reading at my computer. If I didn't see what she was doing I probably would have either made up some lie about what she was reading or gotten all self-righteous about her invading my privacy; but I didn't do either. I didn't because most of her left breast was exposed and she was rolling the nipple between her fingers as she read. I knew what she was reading. It was a story called "Letters To His Mom" and I had written it.
After a few moments, my mother sensed my presence and turned to look at me. Her eyes were bright and opened wide. She said, "That's me in the story isn't it?" I shook my head in assent. "And you're the one who becomes his mother's lover. " I nodded again. "All this time, " she said, "I thought it was just an adolescent thing... the way you look at me... the way I feel... but it's not is it? When did you start writing?"
"When I started wanting you mom"
"You... want me to do all the things the mother in the story does... taking her son in her mouth... letting him... Oh God I can't believe what this is doing to me. I started reading when I saw the title and... "
"Why don't you finish it mom? You might as well know it all... it's really only for you that I wrote it... that I had to write it... only to get all the feelings I have for you out of a heart that can't hold them any longer"
It was almost noon but she had worn her nightclothes thinking she would be alone for the day. I could still see the creamy breast inside the silky aqua nightshirt. My mother continued reading. Her breath became heavy and I saw her hand reach between her legs. Everything in the story was a thinly veiled chronicle of what had happened, except for the sex. Ironically, that part would prove prophetic. My mother and I would in some way or another make every scene a reality within the coming month.
When she finished reading she stood to face me. Her eyes were wet. "I guess you got the ending. " I said.
"I got it honey, but that's not how it has to be. " She walked over to me and kissed me fully. That sounds simple and straightforward; it was anything but. When she kissed me, all the longings of the past met all the possibilities of the future. Her nightshirt fell off her shoulders to the floor. This is the story she'd read.
Letters to his Mom
Dear mom,
I'm sending this to you because I want to know what you think. I hope you won't be mad but I wanted to write down our story. I won't let anyone see it if you don't want me to. I didn't put in all the things we said the first time because I was so excited I couldn't remember all the details. I wrote it as if I was watching and changed our names because it was easier for me to say what I really felt. (Maybe when I'm done you could help me fix it?) This is the beginning.
Your loving son, 'Justin'
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"Please, just don't tell your step-father I'm doing this. Okay baby? He'll kill me if he finds out... especially since I won't do it for him. "
"I won't mom; you know I won't. Just keep on sucking mom; it feels so good. "
"Yes baby. " Katherine took her son's hard cock back into her mouth and sucked him off for the second time in an hour. His supply of cum seemed inexhaustible since she had started giving her son oral sex three days before. She had walked in on him when she heard him masturbating and he was embarrassed until he realized why she had come in. It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to him.
On that first afternoon he was on the bed. She teased him as he covered up telling him that he didn't have to be shy in front of his mother. She drew the sheet off, and as she watched his cock, it reached for the ceiling again. She sat beside him and took him into her mouth without a word. A few strokes in and out of her mouth were all she needed to send her son over. He quickly came and she just smiled at him as she left the room. The little froth on her lips answered his questioning mind. He really had just come in his mother's mouth. He made no sense of why it all happened. He didn't know how to act or what to do; all he knew was that he wanted her to do it again.
The next morning, after his stepfather Wayne left for work, he stood behind her in the kitchen and tentatively kissed her neck. She stood still as he continued for about five minutes. She turned and got on her knees. He had only a few experiences and he was probably rough in his excitement. He was holding her head as she sucked. His cock was probably larger than most and on that day; he seemed to want to shove the whole thing down her throat. She sweet talked him and massaged his balls and told him, "Let mama take care of you baby, mama knows how to make her boy feel good. "
He let go and she swallowed as much as she could, working the shaft and his balls at the same time. Each time the shaft entered his mother's mouth more of it disappeared. She was slow and deliberate as her lips dragged and pushed against the thick meat. When she sucked hard on the helmet and circled it with her tongue, she felt his balls rise anticipating his orgasm. His mother stepped up her action knowing what to expect. She got what she expected. Her son's hot cum flooded her mouth. She liked it. (I think you did; didn't you mom?)
When he came back for more day after day she said to him that maybe they should slow down because she didn't want to get caught, but stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. He was so crazed with what she was doing to him that he spent his day thinking up ways to force her if she wouldn't continue. In the end he realized couldn't hurt her that way because he loved her; he loved her very much.
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Dear son,
I like what you wrote, especially the last sentence (and of course I liked what you did). It got me excited to remember those first times; it made me happy to pleasure you that way. I miss you. Please send me more; you're doing it very well.
