This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I am now 18 and for as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to make love to my mother, Celia. Whenever I looked at her, it made me melt. My sexual feelings towards her had grown much, much stronger in the past few years. Seeing her long blonde hair and the way it sparkle in the sunlight, kissing her shoulders seductively. Her baby blue eyes, crying out with innocence to the world. For 39 year old woman, she was stunning, to say the least! She was average height about 5'6". Of course she never discussed her weight with me, but looked to be about 115 lbs tops. Her breasts were a sight for sore eyes too, at 38 D, I definitely wanted to suck on them and flick my tongue over her soft nipples.
Ever since Dad left us, she had been very lonely. She tried to pre-occupy herself with her work, as an accountant, but I could still tell she needed more attention then she was getting. She was not the type of woman to turn to somebody, anybody, for sex. Being as close as we were, I knew she had not been fucked in a long, long time.
One night, while mother and I were quietly having dinner at our suburban home, she asked me how my day was. I sad "Oh you know, the usual, just school and stuff." "And stuff?" she replied in a concerned tone.
"Yeah," I told her. "Nothing out of the ordinary. How about you, mom?"
"Oh hunny, my day was very stressful. Being an accountant is not easy!" she sighed tiredly. "My muscles are all sore and achy," she added.
She looked so beautiful, sitting there in her casual clothing. She also looked troublesome. I wanted to help her feel better and hopefully, seduce her. So I made my move.
"Mom," I looked at her "how about a nice massage? You look so tense."
"Oh baby that would be wonderful! Just let me get these dishes in the kitchen."
I offered to help her and in no time, the table was cleaned.
We headed to her bedroom, where she partially disrobed. I could see her sexy black lacy bra and panties to match. Her breasts stuck out there, beckoning to be sucked. I drooled thinking about her beauty.
"God mom, you look gorgeous!"
She chuckled, "Thanks hun, I am getting older but it is nice to know that my son can still find me attractive." If only she knew! The dim lighting in the room was a perfect mood setter; I was hoping this would be it.
She lay back on her bed, stomach down. I crawled on top of her. Damn that made me hot. I gently slid my hands onto her body, rubbing her back softly. She cooed as I did this and said "Oh baby that feels wonderful." Little did she realize her little boy was straddling her ass with a raging hard-on.
I continued massaging her, moving to her shoulders with my hands. I worked her soft, milky skin firmly, yet ever so gently as I felt her strong muscles. I bent down and smelled the sweet aroma of her hair, grinning to myself and thinking about how lucky I was.
I scooted down a bit, and I was now kneeling over her just below her ass. I hesitated for a moment before I made my first move, then I did it. I slowly put both of my hands on her ass and began massaging it. Mother made a noise of surprise as I did this and said "Hunny that was a great massage, thank you" and I got off of her.
Disappointed, I hugged her and headed for bed.
In the days and weeks to come, I gave mother many massages, but each time I tried to massage her ass, she informed me that she had had enough.
I was getting very discouraged. I loved my mother very much and I wanted to love her a new way, but my approach was not working.
One night while I was giving her a massage, I decided to confront her with my emotions. I had her turn over and I was now facing her.
"Mom," I said. "I have something very important that I need to tell you." In the dim light, I could make out her face very clearly and she looked concerned. "What is it hunny?"
"Mom, you know I love you very much." She smiled and replied "I love you too sweetheart."
"You are so beautiful," I continued. She smiled again. "And I want to love you in a new way."
She gave me a puzzled look as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "Mom, I want to make love to you," and before she could respond in any way, I pulled her close to me and kissed her softly on the lips, rubbing her back as I did so. I expected her to be angry and push me away from her, but instead she went with the flow and kissed me back. We were tenderly making out now, her tongue in my mouth and hers in mine. I gently sucked her tongue into my mouth, and she started to moan.
I moved my hands to the front of her body, and over her bra covered breasts. As I rubbed them softly, she pulled away.
"What is wrong mom?" I asked her. Panting, she replied, "Michael, we should not be doing this, I do love you, but you are my son! It would be wrong for this to continue."
"Mom," I started in a serious tone, "we love each other a lot. This is not some sick incestuous love affair that affect me mentally; this is a man and a woman that love each other."