Pete

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Pete returned after a night out, but he hadn't amused himself. It had been fun talking to and drinking with his friends, but, although quite some girls were present, there was none that could keep his attention. He knew them all, but there were very few that could say they were his girlfriend. Although they were cute to look at, he, differently to most of his friends, didn't go for 100% for their body. In one way or the other he thought that all woman were beautiful, one had a cute face, the other had his sense of humour, that one had beautiful legs, the other could keep his attention, but none did combine all of this.

He came down from his bicycle and posted it behind their home, after which he entered the home via the kitchen. He noticed that there was still some light in the living and that the radio was playing. This implicated that his mom was still up, and by thinking of her he started sighing. The reason therefor was that what he was looking for with all girls, he had it here in the home, this is his mother. He was 19, his mother Rita was 44 and his dad Jeff was 48. His parents had drifted apart, certainly due to the fact that his dad couldn't think about something else but his work. On a regular base his father was out of home for shorter or longer periods when travelling from continent to continent. He had a great job in the multinational he worked for and he certainly wasn't too lazy to work so that he slowly got promotion after promotion. Jeff made sure that his income didn't make the rest of the family complain.

The trips away from home had made that Rita and Pete slowly grow to each other and that they developed a fine relationship. This made that Pete should feel himself very well, but, unfortunately this wasn't the case. Pete was having the trouble to see his mother more and more as woman and less and less as his mother. Rita, at here age, certainly still looked very beautiful. Although there were already furrows in her face, her breasts started sagging and here and there some rolls of fat started forming, she, once dressed up and with little make-up gave still the impression of being someone in her thirties.

Rita had half-long red hair, she had the right breasts-size and a body that wasn't neither too skinny nor too fat, was 1m70 and weighted 59 kg. Her legs were long and well formed. Her figure permitted her to dress still young, inclusive a miniskirt, something she did now and then. In order to please Jeff in the first years of their marriage she had started to test what kept his attention for her, something in which she succeeded very well, so she found out that wearing light lingerie, a garter and stockings gave her that by which she felt herself 100% feminine. The fact that Jeff wasn't that often at home any more hadn't changed this habit. Maybe she would have changed this if she only had known that by doing so she did torture her son.

Pete walked into the living and now heard the radio even better. He thought about asking his mom something, but when he looked at her he suddenly got rigid. Rita lay with her head at the back, while her buttocks were at the edge of the seat. Her skirt was raised upwards, also caused by her parted legs. Pete was able to see the up front of her stockings and the naked thighs just above it. Very slowly Pete came out of his stupor and walked, still as a zombie, to the seat. His eyes went over her stockings and her legs. He captured this picture and was trying to save it forever on his retina.

He slowly lowered himself until he was on the floor, where his eyes were practically on the same height as her knees. He breathed heavily, certainly now that he was, so to speak, on the front row to admire all the beautiful things that were exposed to him. With practically inhumane power he managed to withhold himself of going with his hands to her legs in order to caress them and to feel the nylon to his hands. He was able now to see more naked flesh and even her transparent panty. Hidden by the panty was, according to him, a real treasure, certainly worth as much as the one from Ali Baba. The lips of her pussy were slightly opened. A moan escaped from his mouth because he had never seen so much beauty.

Rita was wakened by his moan, but because of the fact that she was still dazed, her body hadn't reacted to her awakening. She realised that there was someone present and she opened her eyes. With disbelieve she saw Pete sitting on the ground for her and he only seemed to be interested in here lower body. She quickly closed her eyes, not wanting to be a spoilsport. Her thoughts ran through her head. What was happening was certainly not allowed. Her reason told her to make an end to it, but the loneliness of the last weeks did pay the rent. And besides, it certainly couldn't be that bad to have him looks at her because if she had on a bikini, her son was certainly able of seeing more of here. She decided to pretend to be asleep.

She heard Pete moaning again and realised at once that he was not only able to look at her legs, but to see also her vagina. Only this idea aroused her very much and to her surprise she noticed that moist started leaking out of her love-cave. She found it very strange reacting the way she did. During the last years she had been looking at Pete and, to be honest, he had already been part of her fantasies, but she always had enough power to keep it a fantasy and nothing more. She didn't understand it, but now was aiming for a little more. She started sighting and opened her legs a little further.

By hearing the sighting, Pete was already getting up, in order to avoid getting caught by his mum. He had made worries for nothing, because he saw that his mom was still sleeping. He lowered himself again down and now had an even better view. He didn't know where he got the courage, but suddenly he moved forward until his face was short to her panty. To his surprise he saw that on her love-lips there were tears of moist and it didn't look like this would be the last because the lips became wetter and wetter.

Rita noticed that her body reacted more and more to the situation of Pete being closer to her pussy and feeling the warmth of his breathing was certainly not reducing this feeling. What started to her as a little game became a rolling snowball that couldn't be stopped anymore. She opened her legs still further, hoping that he would make now the first move. She realised that what was happening wasn't certainly normal and she wouldn't make the first move, but to herself she had promised already that if something happened, she certainly wouldn't stop it. Once taken this decision, it was now only waiting if Pete would dare to do something.

Pete was more and more attracted by her panty, certainly now noticing that his mom had widened her legs. Once again he went forward and noticed that he now got the smell of his mothers' scent into his nose. The musk smell dazed him and he even went more forward. Without realising it he had placed his hands on her legs, softly massaging the in stockings covered legs. He now noticed the forming of a moist spot in her thin panty.

Rita had meanwhile opened her eyes and noticed that she shouldn't fear that Pete would discover this, because all his attention went to her panty and the content of it. It had been a long time that she still had felt herself this way, certainly that a young bloke was spending so much attention to her and was admiring her like he did. She was also affected by his massaging hands on her legs and got it warmer and warmer. The only thing she wanted now was a good lovemaking; she was ready for it. She only hoped that by giving her son the possibility to make love to her she would be able to, if necessary, guide him so that not only she, but all further girlfriends would have benefit of it.

Suddenly Pete, who was still in a daze by the smell coming from his mothers' pussy, realised with fear that he was massaging her legs. He secretly hoped that he wouldn't have waked her, but then he would have certainly heard her yell. He looked up a little and was then striked by a lightening noticing that his mother was looking at him. He sat now motionless, his hands still holding her legs and he didn't know what to do next. He started flushing and started staring at the ground, releasing meanwhile her legs.

Rita saw the fight Pete had with him and surely was delighted to see that he was embarrassed by the situation and certainly wasn't considering this to be normal. However, now she thought it to be time to react, otherwise there might no continuation to it. She went slowly with her hands to his face, took it to take it higher so that she was able to look him into his eyes.

"Dear boy," she said, "you gave me a nice feeling," meanwhile looking at Pete with a smile. "You shouldn't feel guilty about what happened, if I wouldn't have enjoyed it, I certainly would have told you so. You can be sure however, I will certainly tell this to no one, I prefer it to be our 'little secret', and I would certainly appreciate it if this could be kept amongst us."

"Sorry mom," said Pete, "for letting me go like this, it surely wasn't my intention to do this to you, I still don't understand how this was possible, there certainly aren't extenuating circumstances to approve what I did. I'm terribly sorry to have disappointed you, because you certainly don't deserve this and I will keep what happened to me without broadcasting it as this isn't something to be proud about."

"No, son, what happened isn't according to the norms, but I repeat it, and I'm willing to do this a thousand times, you gave me a very nice feeling, something that has been already for me too long ago, but no, you certainly didn't disappoint me by how it happened. It may be strange to you hearing me say that I'm glad it did happen. However, what I'm wondering about is how this could have happened, especially what drove you to it." When Rita saw that Pete was having a bad time she continued with, "close your eyes son, try to forget I sit here next to you and imagine that you're talking to someone else, someone with whom you share your secrets, but please, tell it."

Pete closed his eyes and tried, as asked, to forget that his mother sat next to him. He had troubles swallowing and was trying to make his mind up, but once this was done he decided to fulfil his mothers' request. "When I entered the living I was going to ask you something, but I noticed you being asleep and I was overwhelmed by what I saw of you. You were lying there, with you skirt raised so that I was able to see your beautiful legs. But that wasn't certainly not all, as I could also see you wearing stockings of with I could see the upper part as well as the start of your naked tights. This made me want to take a closer look until I finally sat down before you. Now I was even able to look better at the structure of your legs in those stockings and your panty in which I could see your vagina also attracted my attention. And when you opened your legs further more, my head was drawn like a magnet to your vagina. When I at last also could smell your love-perfume I was completely lost."

Pete opened now his eyes and looked in the ones of his mother. He looked at her with a fear of what might happen next. He certainly was happy to notice that she looked at him, smiling, which was already a great relief to him, certainly expecting the worst. All he could do now was wait for the lecture, something he thought he had earned.

"Thank you Pete for telling me this. I really had no idea where you were sensitive for, and it is only now that I realise that I, without realising it, must have been a real torture for you during the lasts years, seeing me in my stockings. I'm sorry to say, but I don't see any reason why I should change my way of living, you certainly will see quite some stockings. But now it's really time for something else." Pete looked at her, surprised. "Please, son, sit a little backward." Pete did this and then Rita got out of the seat. She kept looking into his eyes with a smile. Once up, she removed her blouse, followed by her skirt. Her bra and panty followed the same way. She did put her hands on her hips, allowing Pete to admire her body.

Pete didn't know what was happening. With astonishment he looked at the striptease and now his eyes went over the body of his mother. He looked at every spot until finally a "wow" escaped from his mouth. He knew that his mother was beautiful but now that her body was exposed to hem he was overwhelmed by what he saw. Oké, she didn't have anymore the body of a 20 years old, but all she had was worth looking at. His mouth dropped and his look stayed focused on her legs and 'pubic hair'-area. The admiring of her son surprised Rita. She couldn't believe that she, on her age, still had such an influence on the young lad. Unless of course it would be the result of 'once the stiffness is in the prick, the intelligence of a men is reduced to zero' and he was doing like any male, purely reacting to nude. She sat down on the edge of the seat, put her head against the support and opened her legs as if presenting herself on plate.

She didn't need to encourage him as Pete regained his position between her legs. He grabbed both legs with his hands and started moulding the backside of them. Again and again his hands moved over her stockings and his massaging and moulding gave Rita shivers. Now Pete bowed forward and touched with his mouth softly her love-lips. To that Rita reacted even more and she noticed that here nipples came erect. Pete was moving his mouth over her slit, then taking this and then the other lip into his mouth. Now he started working with his tongue, making little circles over her lips on both sides. He also went now and then between the lips in order to catch the moisture present, taste it before swallowing it down.

Rita didn't know anymore what she felt. Even Jeff, in his best days, hadn't succeeded in giving her such a feeling. She was shaking like an aspenleaf and started more and more getting focused on having an orgasm. It made her very happy to notice that Pete was so attentive, wondering however how he got this skill. Pete noticed that his mother was reacting more and more to what he did to her, so he thought that it was now time to start the final attack, but now on her clit. He took her clit tenderly in his mouth, made circles with his tongue around it before starting to suck on it, increasing his speed. More and more yells and moans escaped from Rita's mouth. He now started sucking heavier until Rita, by giving a loud yell, started cumming. Her body was shivering and shaking. This kept going on, certainly because Pete was still sucking her clit, now in a slow tempo. One orgasm after the other went through Rita's body until it finally, totally exhausted, went limp. Pete then released her clit from his mouth and took again the opportunity to look at her body.

Very slowly Rita regained consciousness, aware of the fact that what she experienced was totally new to her. She found it hard to believe that it had been her son who gave her this feeling. She looked at him with gratitude and bowed forward trying to put her mouth on his. Her lips parted and she pushed with her tongue on his lips. He opened them slowly, after which she slid her tongue in his mouth in the search of his tongue. When she found it she started a little battle with it, taking her time however to find and taste some of her moisture. No place in the mouth was untouched and finally they started French kissing. Finally they had to let go in order to regain their breath.

"Thank you, my boy, for what you just did to me, I must confess that I never came so, like being in heaven, but how, for gods sake, have you learned to please a woman like that?" "I don't know," said Pete. "You're the very first to which I've done this. It goes without saying that I watched some porno movies and read erotic stories, but no one took me by the hand to learn me this from a to z, so I'm very happy to hear that it seems I haven't done a bad job." "Not bad? But boy, what you did to me was marvellous," said Rita. "Well mom, I'm pleased to hear this because you really deserved it with such a beautiful body. Further, it has all that's needed, you are for me the woman I would like to have and therefor it was for me a piece of cake of treating you as I did without having any trouble doing it!"

Rita was about to contradict him what he said about her body because, although she knew that it could still be seen, she wasn't convinced that it was still the way her son described it. However, because of the manner he had said it she knew that it had come for 100% out of his heart and certainly was not a result of the situation. Thinking about it she got warm again. She bowed again forward, gave a kiss on his lips and said, "thank you." When Pete was trying to stand up she asked, "he mister, what is happening?" "Well mom," said Pete, "I'm very glad to have been able to provide you some fun, but I suppose that this was it." "No, you silly boy, you certainly are not ready with me. If you thought that this was it, then you're terribly wrong, I still have quite some plans for you, this is if you're still interested."

"It goes without saying that I still want you, even for other things, but I certainly will not impose myself. It certainly isn't for what we did, and hopefully will redo, that I doubt what people might think and say if only they knew, because I think of what happened not in terms of incest but more like an act of love." "Yes Pete, I do understand you, but if the two of us are together I prefer you would call me Rita and no matter how we would call it, it is and stays incest, but I also don't care that others might referring to incest, I prefer calling it loving."

Rita gave Pete a sign to stand up, something he immediately did. She stood up herself and unbuttoned his shirt. Once this was done, she removed his shirt and sat down. She went with her hands to his shoes, loosened the laces and helped him getting out of them, after which she removed his stockings one by one. Finally she went to his belt, opened it, opened the buttons on his pants and took them off. His underpants were kept for the last to do. Rita put her hands on the side above and slowly took it down, and it was only when they were lying on the ground that she did look at his by now hard on. A little yell escaped from her when she saw the penis standing in all its glory at full strength. It certainly was big and there was some pre-cum on the forehead. Her tongue travelled over her lips when bending down. She took with one hand his dick while she placed in the same time her mouth over his forehead.

Now it was Pete's turn to moan. He never experienced something beautiful, which was certainly easy to understand, as he was still a virgin. He breathed in with jerks, enjoying what his mother did to him. Rita had tasted meanwhile his pre-cum and was very happy to find out that it had a marvellous flavour, perhaps a little salty, but still enjoyable. She removed his cock from her mouth and started putting her saliva on his shaft so that the whole thing soon glittered. Once this done, she opened her mouth very wide and put it over his penis. With some difficulty and having to go forth and back some time, she managed to feel his whole dick in her, stated by the tickling of his pubic hair in her nose. Meanwhile she had laid her hands on his hips and holding him like that she was able to move his penis in and out of her mouth.

Pete felt like being in heaven. Just the fact that his cock moved in Rita's mouth gave him a more then nice feeling. He certainly had already masturbated quite some times, but that feeling couldn't certainly compete with what his mom was doing to him. He kept himself as still as possible, even when there were moments he would have moved, because his mom was leading him and also to avoid that he would cause her trouble by moving. His moaning became more intense and he knew that he would be able to withhold his cumming.