This is a story about family sex and sex between a mother and son. If this is not "Not Your Thing" please stop right now. Everyone in this true story is over the age of eighteen.
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I'll be honest with you here, at forty-three years old my mother isn't exactly a raving beauty but she's far from being ugly. Really, I guess I'd have to say that she's an average looking woman...the kind of woman you see every day, in the supermarket, or a drugstore, or just about anywhere. She takes good care of herself. She dresses well. Her makeup is usually a little underdone but natural looking. Her brunette hair is full and falls a little below her shoulders. She's clearly a mature woman who knows herself quite well. She knows what she likes and clearly knows what she doesn't like. Within the past two years I've come to the delightful realization that beneath her calm, motherly demeanor she's a very, very sexual woman with an incredibly strong sex drive.
She has her secrets, and I suspect, even a few private sorrows—as all women do.
It was over ten years ago when her husband (yes, my father), decided that he wasn't happy and his life wasn't worth much. He packed a few clothes in a tattered suitcase and simply disappeared. Within a year his car was found abandoned somewhere in Nebraska with no clue to his whereabouts. After that mother gave up looking for him and seemed to concentrate on raising me. I like to think she did a good job. At twenty-one I'm almost finished with college, have some great employment offers and my future looks bright. I'm still living at home and as soon as I graduate I plan to move out into my own apartment.
I'm going to tell you a secret about the relationship between my mother and I. We have sex several times a week. Let me correct that...we have incredible, uninhibited, anything goes sex several times a week. I never would have suspected that my mother was such a phenomenal, almost insatiable, sex partner. Her small tits sag slightly, her pussy hair shows slight traces of grey hair and she has a couple of small scars, the result of a busy life well lived. She's clearly not as slim as she was in her twenties; her middle-aged body has filled-out and for the most part, in all the right places. The bottom line...she's an attractive, sexual, mature woman.
Okay, let me back up here to tell you how it all started.
Two years ago (I'd just turned nineteen) it was a Saturday night and I'd been out on a disastrous blind-date that my best friend Gary had set me up with. My date's name was Diana and I have to tell you it was a match made in hell. Very early on it was clear that we didn't like each other and the date went downhill from the beginning. She feigned a migraine and I took her home right after supper. Needless to say, I decided to go home early instead of staying out.
My mother wasn't in her usual place in the den, reading but I didn't think much of it. As I walked down the hallway towards my room I saw that mother's bedroom door was open and the lights were on. I decided to say goodnight to her but when I got to her door I was stopped in my tracks by what I saw. Mother was on the bed with our next door neighbor Trevor. Trevor is a widower about five years older than mother and they were good friends but I never suspected they had sex.
They both were completely naked. It seemed so surreal to me as I stood there watching them.
Trevor was lying on his back and mother was kneeling between his legs and sucking on his cock. Her ass and pussy were pointed directly toward me and I could feel my cock getting hard and pressing against the tight material of my underwear. Neither she, nor Trevor, knew I was at the door watching them.
Mother's would let Trevor's cock slip from her lips as her closed fingers remained wrapped around his hard shaft; stroking him with rapid strokes before slipping the purple head of his cock back in her mouth again. I could hardly believe how erotic her upturned, exposed cunt and anus looked to me.
I stayed for as long as I could before I stepped back into the hallway and went to my room. I'd never been as aroused I was at that moment. All I wanted to do was get naked and jack off—the image of my mother's exposed cunt was burned into my brain. I went to my room and quickly got undressed and lay on my bed with my hard cock lying on my belly. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild. I imagined myself looking down and watching my mother sucking my cock. I also imagined myself between my mother's spread thighs—plunging my cock into her wet vagina as hard as I could as she softly whispered, "Fuck me baby! Fuck your mother's pussy with your hard cock."
Every time I was only a couple of strokes from cuming I'd stop jacking off—letting my pleasure subside for a few moments before starting to jack again. This method always gives me a huge orgasm when I finally let myself cum. With my most powerful orgasms I can shoot streams of my cum up to my chest, neck and on rare occasions, my own face. With this delayed technique I can masturbate for hours and my orgasm, when I finally can't hold it back any longer is very intense.
I'd lost track of time when I knew I couldn't delay much longer and I let my hand pound my cock faster and faster. The image of my mother sucking on Trevor's cock was more than I could stand and a huge orgasm rushed over me as my cock began spurting out long streams of cum. The first strand hit my cheek and lips and I couldn't help letting out a soft moan as more spurts of my cum continued to land on my naked chest and belly.
It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had and I was drained. I just lay on the bed not wanting to move as my hard cock softened and my body relaxed. I wiped the cum from my face, chest and abdomen just before I heard my mother's faint footsteps come to my closed door and hesitate. I listened for a moment before I heard her go back to her room. I was sure that Trevor had already left and mother obviously realized that I'd gotten home when she and Trevor were having sex. I knew she'd be embarrassed about it, and I didn't know what she'd say.
I awoke about two a.m. because I needed to go to the bathroom. My mind was groggy and not fully awake yet the image of mother sucking Trevor's cock was strong and clear. I was still naked so I put on my robe and as I crossed the hall toward the bathroom I saw that the door to mother's room was still open and a light in her room was still on. After leaving the bathroom I walked toward her door and looking in I saw her sitting up in her bed reading. She was wearing a white negligee that was very sexy even though it didn't show anything. She glanced at me over the top of her reading glasses as I stood in the doorway.
"I couldn't sleep," she said. "I thought I'd get some reading done."
"Okay, goodnight," I said as I turned to go back to my room.
"Wait, can you come in? I want to talk to you about what happened last night—I didn't know you'd be home so early and I think I owe you an explanation, it's time to be truthful."
I hesitated a moment before walking into her room and standing at the end of her bed. "That's okay," I said, "It's no big deal."
"No, I think I owe you an explanation. When your father left us it made things very difficult and I concentrated on being a good mother to you and, unfortunately, it meant that I had to close-off some things in my life." She paused as she put her book down. "Sex," she said softly. "Sex was one of the things I tried to ignore...and it's been difficult and I haven't always been successful. Before your father and I were married—" She paused uncomfortably before adding, "I'll be honest with you...when I was young I was very active sexually. I was sexually adventurous; before I was married to your father I had many partners."
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she meant more than two or three lovers.
"In those days loved the freedom of sex," she paused as she looked at me. "I had strong sexual needs,
I'm a woman, and I love the attention and the security I felt during sex. I never would have brought all of this up if you hadn't seen Trevor and I together."
Our conversation, and the thoughts of my own mother having sex with many partners was having an effect on my cock and I could feel it starting to get hard.
