- Foreword from the author -
So you'd want to do it with mom for the first time, or think you do?
Your real mother will not probably not all that attractive to you. Stretch marks and sagginess are to be expected and accepted, as well as wrinkles and bushy pubic hairs. Yet those are only physical details which don't truly matter compared to feelings and emotions.
The most important thing to understand is that if you actually do it you'll end up with conflicting feelings, especially if you come inside her. You may have start having second thoughts even at the last moment when mom is already riding you and it's about to happen and it's too late to stop and you can't do anything about it. Despite that, the orgasm at the end will most likely be stronger than what many other people would experience during their first time.
Well then, let's say you have come to the point where your mother is naked and agreeable. She probably won't look quite like you had imagined, but that shouldn't matter at this point as I already said. Just take it slow if this is your first time, as it most likely is. Your mother will understand this, and you should listen to her and follow her lead. She's the one with the experience and the parental and maternal skills and instincts.
You may get scared when she finally opens her legs. That's perfectly natural, but don't worry. Many shy young men's first experience ends up being their own mother's hairy vagina even if most don't like to talk about it. That's perfectly natural. After all it's nice, warm and familiar. Being with mom is much easier than with someone you don't know as well. With her it's easier to stay hard despite nervousness and to last long enough to finish with a proper and satisfying ejaculation into the womb where you grew up in.
I'm sure she'll help you with the initial penetration if you're having problems in the beginning, especially if you ask nicely, so you shouldn't worry about that either. The same is true if you happen to slip out, just let her help and resume the intercourse. Interruptions don't matter at this point, but make sure to thrust deep when you're about to ejaculate. Little slip-ups can always happen at intense moments, as our hero finds out in the following story, but you have to understand they don't matter in the long run. Mistakes can always be corrected, and your mother will be more understanding of them than many other people.
You have to understand you'll never be able to forget it, certainly not if it really was your first time as it probably is for most people it happens to. The image of the hairy vagina riding you, the feeling of the orgasm in it, and the memory of ejaculating into your own real mother's womb will always stay with you, whether you really end up liking it or not.
So you still want to do it? Well, I have some tips for you:
Let your hips carry the spurts in, they instinctively know what they are doing even if you don't, as long as you free your mind and let nature carry out its course. Just enjoy the ride and don't worry about it being your mom you're shooting into. Love comes in many different, forms and her legs wouldn't be open if this wasn't meant to happen.
Let me tell you that you're not the only one who has done this, so learn to accept this moment of closeness. Problems and fears of the world can stay away, if only for just this little while when you shoot your warmth into her for the first time. Let it be a romantic and magical night for the two of you.
The hero of the following story has much of me in him, as always, but we must separate facts from fiction. You already know about my experiences if you are an ardent reader, now let's see what happens to him so we can perhaps learn from his mistakes.
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LOVE AND VITAMINS
I glanced at my mother's maternity bra on the floor. My hands were on her shoulders and her head was bouncing in a pleasant tempo. Mom's belly was huge and bulging and her dark tender areolas and big nipples were ready for the baby. Despite the awkwardness of the situation I felt like I had accomplished something, which had not always been so easy for me.
Her sensitive fingers were stroking my balls in circular motions and her big dark Bambi eyes were looking up at me as she was making little sounds, "Mm... Mm... M-m?". Her bulging belly was huge, stretched and veiny after nine months of pregnancy, and her nipples and areolas had become big and dark. My heart and balls were aching from the way she was looking at me as she suckled. She was naked and on her knees and her due date was in two weeks.
I could only softly whisper to her: "It won't take much longer now, mom". I sighed and moved my legs slightly. We were taking it slow during the important evening session, and mom had found just the right kind of rhythm which felt good but made me last for the required amount of time. Her lips were pouty and deep red, and they were bouncing on the shaft at a nice pace. My balls were so full of warm feelings that I had to keep my eyes on the unattractive maternal gear on the floor or I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did. Premature ejaculation was not something that could be allowed to happen at a moment like this.
Mom kept going patiently, and when her sensitive fingertips felt how my testicles started to throb and tighten she accelerated the pace. When I finally fired the first long spurt she closed her eyes and started swallowing peacefully in the rhythm of the ejaculations. Her hand was pumping the shaft in a practical and effective manner and the gentle fingers of the other one kept on rapidly stroking my testicles as long as they keep throbbing and firing.
I caressed her hair as I fired long, powerful, audible squirts powered by an intense orgasm which made me shout out loud. Her pouty lips and her throat were pulsating along with my shaft and balls as I came so hard my knees wouldn't hold and kindly let mom swallow everything until I could only softly whisper that I had nothing left to shoot.
After the last spurts had finished I felt my mother's warm lips withdraw now that she had caught all the love and vitamins I had carried in my balls for her. She looked so serene when she swallowed for the last time. Her eyes were still closed and her hand moved to caress the massive bulging baby bump. Her heavy breasts were hanging against the belly, her nipples and areolas were huge and darkened, ready for the arrival of the baby. It was not like she liked the taste, but it was very healthy, and this made me feel happy and proud of the fact I was doing my role in raising the baby.
With that in mind, now was a good moment for me to reminisce on what had happened nine months earlier.
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Back then mom had forwarded me a message with an attached video from her sister aka my aunt. I remember it well and have occasionally watched it again.
I read the e-mail, not immediately realizing it was just a forward and hadn't been addressed to me. It said: "Can you believe we finally did it for real, Ally! ♥♥♥". Ally was my mom's name, so at this point I noticed the message had been sent to her by her sister Jill. It had been forwarded to me from mom's mail address without any kind of additional comments.
I wondered if this had been some kind of a mistake, considering mom occasionally misclicked on things. I watched the video anyway, in case it was something important.
The camera's date in the corner said "February 15." My aunt Jill was sitting on a bed. She looked a lot like mom except her hair was longer. She was looking at the camera as she whispered: "Something is finally going to happen tonight, but we're going to start slow. I don't want to push him. He's really shy, so I didn't tell him about the camera." After this there was an edit in the video and the image changed.
The room and the bed were the same, but no-one was visible at first. Something fell from off screen and was left hanging on the edge of the bed. I wondered what it was until I realized it was a supportive bra for heavy sagging breasts, and just then two figures moved to the view of the camera. They were my cousin Andrew, who had recently turned 18 just like me, and his mother, my aunt Jill. What was shocking was that they were naked and kissing in a fashion which was all too friendly for a mother and son to be doing. I watched as Jill took her son's hand and moved it to her ass. They were exchanging loving gazes and quiet words and she was discreetly trying to lead him to the front of the hidden camera she had set up.
Jill slid down to her knees. She had sagging breasts with large areolas and a dark thicket of bristly pubic hairs between her legs and on her lower stomach. Andrew's voice was nervous. "Mom, what are you doin - oh... God..." Andrew's scrawny legs were in front of the camera, but enough could be seen that it was obvious what was going on.
"Dude, that's your mom!" I thought in my mind. The view between Andrew's legs showed his mother's hand fondling his balls, and from the position of her chin above them it was apparent what she was doing. I couldn't unfortunately hear any of her sounds, but from Andrew's reactions it was obvious when his mother's lips were in place and the action properly started. I had never even imagined something like this could be happening for real.
Andrew shifted his legs and sighed deep. This was taking quite a while but because of maternal instincts his mother was very patient. Jill was slowly but surely increasing the rhythm judging by how I could see her hair and breasts bouncing, and that was making Andrew even more jittery than before until she sudden finish came.
"Oh God mom I'm gonna - Nn-nn!" His buttocks clenched and at the same time I could see a swallowing motion in his mother's throat as his balls suddenly throbbed hard.
"N-nn! Nnn!" Andrew groaned, his legs barely holding as he was giving his warmth to her, firing long spurts which his mother patiently kept on swallowing while her fingers were rapidly stroking his balls. Back then I don't know how she could do that, thinking it was a mom thing I just didn't understand. My eyes were drawn to how her sagging breasts were bouncing as she was moving her head, and especially to the dark bush between her legs, which was well in sight as she was on her knees.
After Andrew's first powerful orgasm they had to cuddle close for a while, speaking in soft voices which weren't quite audible on the soundtrack. Finally it was the time to move to the bed. Jill climbed onto it on all fours and brushed her hair off her face as she looked over her shoulder at Andrew who had moved behind her.
I watched with my eyes wide as the penetration and intercourse took place. The angle of the camera showed my cousin's hard shaft sliding into his mother's vagina which opened for him easily and comfortably.
The boy was awkward at first, he kept shifting his legs and hips, but as natural instincts took over he learned to quicken the pace and then to slow down again at the last moment so he could make this romance last as long as possible. He was breathing deep and groaning and his mother's breasts were swinging, swaying and jiggling underneath her as Andrew thrust his hips.
The two adoring lovers reached the finale together, with Andrew's heightening voice being audible on the video: "O-oh God mom - N-nnn! Nnn! Nnn...!" I saw his mother's leg twitch against the mattress as something very warm was suddenly shot into her, the boy's semen erupting against the back wall of the womb. He kept thrusting after his groans had turned into sighs, his balls throbbing in a constant rhythm as they fired, trying to shoot as deep as possible.
