Since I was twelve or thirteen, I'd been fantasizing about fucking my mother. Just like every other kid, huh? Well, the good Lord was obviously smiling upon me last week, because I actually got to do her.
See, unlike my older sisters, I didn't go off to college right after I finished high school. I had decided to work awhile first and save some money. Then I'd go off to school. Besides, I figured Mom could use a little help paying bills and everything. Well, that was 4 years ago, and I was still there. Now, at 22, I was making pretty good money working at a travel agency. I guess I've gotten complacent, but that's beside the point. I will eventually move out of the house. Whether it's to school or to my own place, I don't know yet.
Mom is 46. She and Dad have been amicably divorced for about 10 years now, I guess. We still see him at holidays and everything. He remarried shortly after the divorce and moved about 3 hours away from us. Mom hasn't remarried; she hasn't even had a serious relationship, that I know of, in the past ten years. She's not unattractive. She has, in fact, very beautiful features- nice, long, brown (if slightly graying) hair, pretty eyes, and an infectious laugh. And a killer set of breasts, I must add. She has let herself get bit overweight, but I still think she's the prettiest mom on the planet.
So, we have a pretty boring life. We both work during the day, come home, eat dinner, and watch TV. Occasionally, I'll have a date, or go out drinking with the boys, but I try not to do this too often. I feel too guilty leaving her alone.
It was on a night that I'd been at the bar, having a few drinks, that all of this occurred. I got home around one in the morning or so, a little tipsy and ready for some serious sleep. I walked up the stairs, removing my shirt. After stopping at the bathroom to take a REAL long leak, I was passing Mom's room on the way to my own. From inside her room, I heard something strange.
It sounded like moaning. No, not THAT kind of moaning, you perverts. It sounded like Mom was actually in some serious pain.
I knocked lightly on her door. "Mom, are you okay?"
"What?"
"I said, are you OK?", opening the door. I stuck my head inside to see.
She had her reading light on and was sitting at the edge of her bed, vigorously rubbing her lower right leg. It looked as if she had been crying.
"I got a sleep cramp in my leg, and it won't go away," she said painfully.
"Do you want my help?" I offered.
"If you don't mind. I've tried everything-- stretching, getting up and walking around the room, rubbing it myself. Nothing works, goddamnit."
"Here," I said, kneeling down beside the bed. "Let experienced hands take care of it." I had long been acknowledged as the undisputed massage master.
As I knelt, I glanced at her more closely, hoping to catch enough of a peek of something to fuel a masturbation session before I went to sleep. She was wearing a long T-shirt, panties, and nothing else. The light from her reading lamp caused enough of a silouhette for me to clearly make out her breasts, as they rose and fell with each breath.
I pulled her foot into my hand, propping it up on my thigh. Without raising my head, so as not to be obvious, I looked up between her thighs to the crotch of her panties. I could swear that I saw a few curly hairs sticking out. I developed an immediate hard-on.
I started to rub her calf muscle first, kneading and pulling with a strong but gentle touch. I had to admire her legs. I hadn't really ever noticed them before, but they were really nice.
"Is this OK, is it helping yet?" I asked.
"Mmmm, just keep it up, please," she said.
For about five minutes, I rubbed her tightened calf muscle in silence, until it had relaxed a little. The whole time, I kept taking peeks at her mound, wishing I could reach out and feel it.
"All better?" I asked, looking up.
She almost looked disappointed. "My thigh... my thigh hurts too."
"Yeah, I hate leg cramps," I said agreeingly. "We'll take care of it."
I placed both hands on her thigh, just above the knee. I started to rub and was amazed at how tightly her muscle had locked up. No wonder she'd been crying. That had to hurt like a bitch.
She had been breathing heavily and sighing the whole time, much like we all do when we get a massage. As I started to inch my way up her thigh, her breathing became even heavier. I hadn't planned on going more than 3 or 4 inches above her knee, but her entire leg seemed to have been cramped up. Soon, I was rubbing no more than 2 or 3 inches from her pussy. I thought my dick would burst out of my jeans at any second.
Her muscles had all relaxed, and I could tell that her cramps had gone. I decided to keep rubbing for a minute, though. I could tell she was enjoying this and, also, I wanted to try to let my hard-on go away before standing up in front of her.
As I continued rubbing, her breathing deepened even more. It changed somehow. If I hadn't known any better, I'd say it sounded like she was starting to get turned on. I know I sure as hell was. I didn't want this to end.
I "accidentally" let my massaging hands brush up against her panties once or twice. Each time I did this, she drew in a sharp intake of breath. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck her. Another minute, and my dick was going to erupt inside my pants.
I looked up at her. She was looking down at me, her mouth slightly open, as if she was about to say something. Her cheeks were flushed. Damn, she was fucking hot. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if she kicked me out onto the street, I didn't care if she had me arrested, I wanted this too much. I needed this too much. I hadn't gotten laid in close to three months, and I know Mom hadn't even been on a date in well over a year. I was going to take my chance.
Putting my one hand on her other thigh, I pushed her legs apart and immediately drew my face to her crotch, licking her panty-covered pussy.
She immediately tried to push my head away, saying, "What are you doing? You can't do that, it's wrong!!" She said it with absolutely no conviction, however. It was as if she didn't want me to stop. So, I didn't.
"No, baby, don't do this... we can't," she murmured. I knew she didn't mean a word of it. The smell of her sex, inches from my nose, gave her away. She relented.
Her hands stopped trying to push my head away, and began pulling me to her, grinding my face into her satin shrouded cunt. I couldn't believe this. I was actually fooling around with my mother!!