My mom split early on. Can't blame her, dad was a drunk and her life as miserable. She called one day and sort said, "Hey, want to come live with me" and away I went. From south to north via Greyhound!
I had extensive sexual knowledge from a mixture of books, watching real life fuck-fests (dad and various women) and one personal contact with the fairer, and much older, sex. But, that's another story entirely.
Soon after my arrival in New York, mom caught me twice with girls in her bed. Again, this is an entirely different story.
Multiple encounters with one of these girls ended in pregnancy and marriage, which lasted about nine months............ for both, causing both of us to leave school. The baby was born healthy but the marriage was disastrous and ended badly about six months after the baby was born.
Losing our apartment after the divorce, I did not return home but moved in with my half-brother, who had married a girl from Scotland. Living with Wayne, his wife Alice, and family was like heaven, as there was an endless line of Scottish girls straight from the old country looking for that elusive husband and US citizenship. I was in pussy heaven, but my mother was sick with worry that I might impregnate some Scottish lass and end up (in trouble) married again. I wish I could tell you I fucked every one of them. I got lucky with one of them, but she found out that Trojan was my new friend and lost interest quickly. They all thought I was cute and gave me a lot of attention.
Whenever I would visit my mother or we would go out to dinner, we argued continuously about me coming home and going back to school.
At the end of this line of lovely ladies from the old country was my sister-in-law's sister, and my mother was certain I was bedding this lass five years my senior. In reality, it was Wayne who was bedding her much to the damnation of his wife. One night at dinner:
"What would you do if I was fucking Press?" She bravely asked.
"Go for it." He answered unconcerned.
A few days later, after Wayne and her sister had retired to bed, I sat with Alice on the couch. Cussing them verbally, led to crying on my shoulder, to us kissing and to me fucking her there on the couch. You can't write this stuff. Much to my amazement!
"I fucked Press last night." She informed Wayne and her sister at breakfast the next morning.
Wayne, again to my amazement, really didn't care. "Hey, go for it. He said. Things deteriorated, so to speak, to the point where the four of us would be fucking in the same bed and the girls trying to out do each other. My mother would keep it from me for years, but I would eventually find out that Wayne left his wife or her sister, leaving her with five kids. Apparently my secret, me fucking Wayne's wife, remained a secret.
Then came the evening that mom invited me to dinner. Halfway through dinner the conversation landed on one of the dreaded subject: that of me coming home and going back to school. As usual, an argument ensued transitioning to the living room with coffee, coke and dessert. She gave her very sensible reasons and I my lame excuses. It seemed to go on forever and ever with neither one of us giving ground.
"Look, I'm tired of arguing." I finally said. "Thank you for dinner. I've got to work tomorrow so I need my sleep." I thought but did not add, as I stood. "I need my pussy too."
I saw her eyes begin to turn red as she held back the tears. Mom never cried no matter what.
I guess I should add at this point that mom had lost her boyfriend a month earlier. He fell off a high walkway, living for two days. She didn't cry any then either. Mom, for all intents and purposes, was a man hater. I knew my father and I heard stories of her early childhood. She had reason. She needed one around, I suppose, to help pay the bills, but I knew she only "put out" only as a last resort so to speak. She argued a lot with her boyfriend too!
"Wait! Just wait a minute. I have something to say. Just give me a minute. Damn it!" She stammered.
I turned to face her sitting in the lounge chair, her arms folded and her mouth tight, looking down.
"I really have to go." I said.
"Look, I'll make you a deal. You come home and go back to school and I'll see that you do not go without sex." She blurted.
I stood there frozen and silent not really knowing exactly what she was suggesting. I knew she had a number of close girlfriends. Was she going to pimp for me? What? She would tell me later, she took my long silence as rejection.
And said. "My ass is just as good as any you've ever had your cock in. I'm going to bed. You can join me on make sure the door is locked when you leave."
I felt a mixture of unbelief, shock and, I'm embarrassed to say, a bit of humor. She wasn't suggesting? But, I remained like a statue as she got up and entered her bedroom. Only my head turned. A bedroom separated from the living room only by a waist high bookcase that divided the double doorway. Her headboard butted up against this bookcase. Wide open as it was, I stood watching her undress. She undressed totally, letting her clothes drop at her feet. Later, I would learn later that she intentionally bent over to retrieve them on a moment's decision, giving me a cock teasing look at her lavishly bushed treasure.
You must understand, that we were separated for six long years or more, and then, only together for slightly more than two years. Also, to this day, I wonder why she had rounded up my older half brother before me. She had never gotten along with Wayne. She was really infuriated when Wayne had gotten Alice pregnant.
But anyway, finally, a cloud cleared and I knew exactly what she was proposing. Without a look in my direction, she pulled the bed sheets back and entered the bed, moving against and facing the wall, which was not her normal sleeping spot. She'd left room for me.
I looked at the two huge windows that were 21 steps from the main street of the town we lived in. Windows I had used for girl watching on so many occasions. The shades were up about 2 feet:
"Oh hell!" I thought. "What if old man Sherman is peeking into people's windows again!" I gingerly walked to the Windows and pulled the shades down.
Mom, hearing the shades being drawn, "Damn, you'd think I would have done that before getting bear-ass naked."
"Everything's cool. His lights are still on." I replied, knowing that she would understand that he only window peeked when his lights were off.
I began to unbutton my shirt and continued until I stood naked. I glanced briefly at my rock hard cock, noting as always, it bent slightly up. I studied the shape that was my mother underneath the light sheet she had pulled up over her. I walked to the bed lifted the sheet. I stood a long moment enjoying her naked form. Her ass mostly.
Living in a small apartment, made privacy a hard thing. While never having seen mom totally naked before, it was not unusual to see her only in a bra or asking me to shut my eyes as she rushed through the living room in a towel to her bedroom, allowing me a quick peek. Mom was a walker. Hell, we walked everywhere............. . Her 5'6" frame was in good shape for her 39 years and she attracted the attention of men if the streets are not too busy. She had a great walk and I was not beyond noticing that fact. If pushed, I would compare her to Dr. Joyce Brothers, who I had a crush on back then. Mom's hair, though, was curly and sort of strawberry blonde rather than blonde like the doctor.
I entering the bed and moved in close to spoon behind her. My erection pinned between us. Being an ass man, I (yes hesitantly) began there with my left hand. I explored her posterior lovingly but boldly. My middle finger explored the crack of her ass, taunting but not touching her pussy as I moved down to her thighs. Moving back to your ass for a few minutes, I continued to her back and massaged it lovingly. (As I write is, it appears to me you may be laughing? I had motives. two-fold. I was nervous as hell, first. Secondly, I had no intentions of getting all lustful and carried away.)
"OOuuuuu." She whispered. "That feels good. I take it we have a deal?"
"I'll tell Wayne tomorrow I'm moving back home." I replied, this causing the more anxiety than lying here playing with my mother's ass.
Mom reached behind her and took hold of my rock hard cock. I moved back a little bit to give her room and her fingers tiptoed over my erection from the tip to my balls. I in turn began to kiss her back and neck as my hand moved to explore her once forbidden treasure. She maneuvered to allow me access.
