Interlude

When I awoke it was bright daylight in the room, and my mother was standing over me, calling my name. She was in her big blue robe, hands on her wide hips, frowning down at me. I glanced at the wall clock. It read 9:28 AM. I had been asleep about five hours.

"BOBBY," my mother said again.

I cleared my throat. "What? I mean, good morning. I mean, what? What's wrong?"

She pointed at my midsection, and I looked down to see the enormous tent my cock had made in the blanket, sticking straight up for all the world to see. My hardon had come back at some point, with a vengeance.

I vaguely remembered now that I had just been having a dream about having sex with.... Donna? Mom? Both at the same time? I had an image in my mind of two women on the bed, on all fours, their big wide white rumps sticking up and their wet juicy pussies dripping in anticipation of me shoving my cock in first one, then the other, back and forth..... was that my dream, or was that just my ..... dream? I couldn't remember exactly, but it had been a very very sexy dream, and had done its work on my hormones.

"For God's sake, Bobby!" my mother said, still pointing at it. "Did you have.... THAT.... going on when your sister left for work this morning? Were you lying there with that thing sticking up like that?"

I shrugged. "I... maybe. I don't know. I was asleep."

"Oh for GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!" she shouted at me.

"I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I was asleep, what do you want me to do? I was asleep! How could I even know about it?"

"So in other words, as far as you know, your poor innocent sister gets ready for work and comes out of her bedroom to head out the door and there you are, lying on her couch, her SWEET LITTLE BROTHER who she hasn't seen for almost two years, lying on her couch with this big giant.... MOUND.... Right there? On her couch! I mean... I mean.... For GOD'S SAKE, Bobby!"

"Well I'm sorry!"

"Don't yell at me, young man!"

"Sorry."

Then we lapsed into silence, both of us staring at my enormous erection. It didn't move.

"Uh..." I managed.

"What?" she demanded, still looking at it, arms crossed imperiously over her swelling breasts.

"Well.... I mean, I guess I better get up and, you know.... Take care of it, I guess."

"You SHOULD have taken care of it LAST NIGHT. Why didn't you?"

I looked up at her defiantly. "Well if you remember I TRIED TO, but you said NO. Remember?"

She shook her head. "There is more than ONE WAY to get rid of an erection, mister. Don't pretend like you don't know what it is. Now I want you to get up and march in that bathroom and GET IT DONE, so we can at least have a few hours' peace without.... Without it STICKING UP all the time! Good grief! It just never goes down!"

"Okay," I said, and pushed the blanket off and stood up. For a moment we faced each other, me with my underpants sticking out obscenely, her with her chest sticking out obscenely, and I thought to myself, with THOSE TITS swinging and bouncing around in front of me all day, you think my cock will go down? You're crazy, lady.

But I didn't say anything. I walked around her to the bathroom. At the door I turned and faced her sheepishly. "Sorry, Mom," I said again, and tried a half-smile. She wasn't having it.

In the bathroom, I realized that I had to pee very badly, but of course there was no way to do that with my burning erection standing in the way. I pulled my underpants down once again and sat on the toilet.

For a minute I just looked down at my naked hardon, almost blood-red in its pulsating desire to fuck something, almost making me feel faint from lack of blood anywhere else in my body. I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the base of my cock, with the idea of rubbing it gently for a few minutes before I really got to work with my right hand, that being the customary way I jerked off....

But the pressure of having to urinate so bad did battle with the pressure of my erection, and I just sat there, paralyzed, with my cock in my hand, still hard, unmoving, me staring down at it. Minutes went by.

"Bobby?" came my mother's voice from the other side of the door.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, Mom?"

"I don't hear anything going on in there. Are you doing it?"

"I'm trying," I replied hopelessly.

"What do you mean? What's the matter?"

"I don't know, I just can't.... I don't know. I'm trying, okay?"

She was silent a moment, then in a quiet voice she spoke up again. "Is something wrong?" I didn't say anything. "Are you... are you rubbing it like you're supposed to?"

"Yes, mother, I'm rubbing it. I know how to do it, I've been doing it for a long time now, okay?" But in fact I wasn't rubbing it, I was just holding onto it by the base and staring at it.

"You're rubbing it right now?" she asked.

"Well not RIGHT NOW, I mean I stopped when you said something."

"I'm sorry," she said. There was a pause. "Do you want me to go away so you can finish?"

"I.... I don't know. I don't.... I don't know. I'm trying to do it but nothing is happening. It's just.... Nothing."

More silence, then finally in her quiet little insistent voice, she said, "May I come in?"

I looked at the door and said, "Sure."

The door opened and there she stood, in her robe, deep cleavage showing, looking at me, slumped on the toilet with my erect cock in my hands and my underpants around my ankles. We must have made quite a picture.

She looked at me, I looked at her. She looked at my cock, I looked at her breasts. There was complete silence in the bathroom, in the entire apartment, except for the humming of the refrigerator and the quiet ticking of the clock in the living room.

Finally, after an eternity, my mother shook her head and took a deep breath and whispered, "Oh good grief. All right. Come with me."

I quickly stood up and followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. We went inside and she closed the door behind us. We stood in the bedroom facing each other, and again she looked down at my nether regions.

"Bobby," she said.

"Yes, Mom?" I said.

Deep breath. "Take.... take off your underpants, you look silly." I looked down at my underpants, still around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaned down to pick them up and put them on a chair.

Now I stood before my mother, totally naked with a painful hardon pointing right at her. She watched it intently, then glanced up at me. "Good. Now you don't look silly. Now you look like my big strong man."

I smiled. "Yeah."

She took hold of the belt of her robe and pulled it free, and the robe swung open, revealing that she was entirely nude herself beneath it. Not even a pair of panties.

The curly brown hairs between her plump thighs glistened in the morning sunlight from the pussy juices she was making, which now I thought I could smell. Her breasts weren't entirely revealed yet, not yet the nipples, but much of them was; I loved the way they were so big that they held together and formed a long, deep line of cleavage even when there wasn't anything pushing them together like a shirt or a bra. They were just SO BIG and SO ROUND and hanging SO LOW, they were a force unto themselves. If it was possible, my cock got even harder at that moment. All thoughts of my sister were lost; THIS, finally, of course, forever, was my dream woman, the ultimate human female figure.

As if reading my mind, she asked, "So was this what you were having your naughty dream about on the couch that made your you-know-what get so nasty-hard like that?"

I literally licked my lips and nodded.

"Come here and give me a kiss," she said. She lifted her arms to me and put her pudgy tiny fingers on my face and pulled it down into a kiss, and I felt her breath and her tongue and it was like the first time; a bolt of electricity went through me as I realized, again, for the thousandth time in the last few days, that I was KISSING MY MOTHER, I was standing naked in front of my mother with a hardon, and she was almost naked in front of me, too.

A moment I had fantasized about a million times and actually LIVED several times: my mother naked in front of me, ready and willing and eager to have sex with me.

ALMOST naked. I slipped the robe off her shoulders while I kissed her. She looked up into my eyes, smiled at me and she whispered, "Do you know what the first thing was that I thought when your sister showed us this room?"

"What?" I asked, barely able to speak I was so overflowing with lust.

"I looked at the bed and how high it is, and I thought it would be perfect for THIS."

She let go of my face and turned away and stepped over to it, her breasts swaying visibly even from behind, they were so large.

She put her hands on the blanket and spread her feet apart and leaned forward, sticking out her round, lily-white ass in my direction. She looked over her shoulder, settling herself on her elbows on the bedspread, spreading her feet a bit wider so that her cunt was now visible, and she said, "I've been thinking about nothing but THIS since we got here. Don't you think this is perfect, baby?"

I didn't say a word. I just moved over to where she was. I put my shaking hands on her ass and squeezed it, then my thumbs slipped between her asscheeks and pulled them gently apart so that even more of her pussy was exposed, the wet lips and whisps of damp hair hanging down, and I knelt down to her height and moving my hips I positioned my cock beneath those lips and moved my hips upward and forward, and it slipped immediately inside her, the familiar sluicing soft wetness taking hold of me as I moved further inside her.

"Oh-----OHHHH!!!!" she cried out. As soon as my cock was safely within her I shoved my hips forward hard, causing her to say "WOOOF!" and almost lose her footing, falling forward onto the bed, tumbling off her elbows.

This was the position I liked, where she was a little off-balance because she was being fucked so hard, completely at my mercy, so I kept it up, I slammed my hips back and then shoved my cock back into her soft wetness, three times very quickly, making her grunt and gasp and scramble to get her feet back on the floor.

Then I gave her half a dozen slower, fuller strokes, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her so that if I looked down I could just see the tip of my rubbery cockhead appearing from between her grasping cunt lips.... And then slowly I would push myself back inside her, slowly but steadily, and as she gasped for air and made noises like, "OOOH OH OH OH OH GOD OH OH OOOOOH OHHHHHHH OH OH"

I just kept pushing and pulling until I was all the way inside her, then I would slowly pull out again and her hips would almost move backwards with me, not wanting to let go, and I would start again.

My mother arched her back and pushed her fanny higher up in the air, for better access I supposed, and she lifted herself up on her elbows again and looked over her shoulder at me with half-lidded eyes and half-parted lips, breathing very hard now.

She wanted some slow lovemaking now I guessed, something really sexy, but after putting this off for so long I was in the mood for something a bit rougher, so as soon as I had pulled myself almost out of her again I slammed my hips forward, hard, audibly slapping myself against her rump, watching the flesh jiggle and ripple in tiny waves as I fucked myself into her, and again she shouted "OOOOF!!" and fell forward off her elbows again, not quite face-down on the bedspread because her breasts acted like pillows beneath her.

That's where I wanted her, for awhile at least, so I kept slamming into her, slapping myself against her ass, shoving hard, and taking hold of her hair and pulling at it as she liked, and finally she quit even trying to get her feet firmly on the floor and let her body just fall forward on the bed, holding onto the wooden baseboard with one hand for support as I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, hard and fast.

With each thrust my mother grunted loudly and said, "OHH! --- OHH! --- UHHHH!! --- OH!! --- UHHH!!" and her whole body shuddered from the impact of my hips and the way my cock filled her poor tiny, tight red pussy.

At last I stopped slamming myself into her, I left my cock all the way inside and just enjoyed for a moment the vision of my take-charge mother totally surrendered, lying like a gasping lump beneath me, her ragged breathing coming in gasps and gulps of air, her legs parted for me, waiting, just waiting for another thrust of my cock. I felt her pussy gently, urgently milking me as I rested inside of her, she felt so GOOD, so fucking SOFT and WARM inside there, I wished I could crawl inside her cunt with my whole body....

And then I remembered, of course, that I HAD been in there. That's where I came from, that same cunt that was now milking my big hard dick.

"Mom," I said, my own breathing coming hard now.

"Mmmmmmm," she gasped, not moving.

"MOM," I said louder, more insistent.

"Yes baby?"

"Turn over and sit on the edge of the bed. I want to see you now."

She swallowed and gasped and almost reluctantly pushed herself up, found her footing again, and turned around. Her hip bumped my cock, which I was now holding onto and rubbing while I waited for her.

She hopped up on the bed again. She was sweating, her hair was mussed, she was breathing through her mouth and her chest was heaving with gasps for air. She put the heels of her feet on the wooden base of the bed and pushed her hips forward and spread her knees so that her pussy was again wide open and waiting for me.

She propped herself up on the bed with her hands. Her breasts jostled, pendulumlike, as she repositioned herself, swaying first and then settling against her own thighs as she pulled her legs up.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Yeah, exactly," I said.

Then on impulse I did something I hadn't done before, I lowered myself to my knees, my face inches from my mother's open wet pussy, and I moved my face forward until my nose brushed against her cunt hairs and my lips came in contact with her pussy lips, and I licked inside her, where my cock had just been.

"OHHHBOBBY!!!" my mother gasped, her plump thighs shaking and slapping against my cheeks as she adjusted to her sudden shock.

"OHHHH!!" she cried again. I pushed my tongue further inside her, licking around her wet warm pussy walls, suckling gently on her cuntlips. In the hotel room I had kissed her here, once. This was an entirely different sport, something I knew she had never felt in her entire life.

I had been initiated into pussy-eating about a year before, by a woman in one of my classes named Grace Tully. We ran into each other downtown one day and started talking, then went into a McDonald's and kept talking, and I thought how smart and funny she was and, although all my thoughts were of course for my mother---and my then-girlfriend, Laura, of course---I developed a quick little crush on her and wished things were different....

And then Grace finished her cheeseburger and fries and asked if I would drive her home. I said sure.

We got to her house and she sat looking at me with a little smile on her face and she said, "There's never anybody home in my house until at least six. Do you want to come inside for awhile?" I shrugged and said sure, and we went in.

She put her coat and stuff away and asked if I wanted some tea, and I said sure. She made it and brought it to me in the living room, where I was sitting on the couch. She sat on the couch next to me and said, "Bobby, I have to ask you something."

What, I said.

She said, "Well, there's a rumor going around the school that you are very, um....well-endowed, if you know what I mean. Down there." She pointed at my crotch. "Is that true?"

I took another drink of tea and said, well, I guess it's a matter of opinion how big it is, and I'd be very interested in getting her opinion on the matter, if she was interested in giving it to me.

She took the glass of tea out of my hands and set it on the coffee table, and without further ado she unbuckled my pants and pulled the zipper down, revealing a sizeable and growing bulge of white cotton underpants beneath.

"It looks like there might be some truth to the rumor," she whispered, and reached under the waistband of my underpants to pull out my hardening cock. Pushed by the waistband, my cock stood straight up against my stomach, pointing right to my face.

She stared at it, then looked up at me and said, "Well I guess the rumors are true."

I leaned over to kiss her, and then asked her if she thought it was too big to fit into her mouth.

"That sounds like a challenge. Let's find out," she said, and lowered her head... then looked back up at me. "Oh by the way, just so you know, Bobby, if I do this for you, I expect YOU to do a favor for ME. Okay?"

Full of desire and urgency I nodded my agreement even though I wasn't completely sure what she meant by that. If she meant fucking, I would certainly be in agreement. And whatever else, too.

So she lowered her face into my lap and took my cock into her mouth and proved herself to be a highly experienced cock-sucker. She was VERY good, and I was VERY excited, and I barely had time to really settle in before her tongue and lips were making me cum. I exploded into her mouth and although the amount of fluid I shot into her eager throat was more than she was apparently accustomed to, she handled it and only choked or gagged twice. I was impressed.

Finally she finished and sat up, wiping a large splotch of cum from her chin, and, breathing hard, she stood up and said, "OK your turn buster. Follow me."

I stood up, holding my pants to keep them from falling around my ankles, and followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. She closed her door when we were inside, then she took off her shirt and threw it in her pink hamper, then she pulled her pants down and threw them into the hamper, then she pulled her baby-blue panties off, revealing a nice little shaved triangular thatch of brown hair between her perfect thighs.

I started to pull my pants down too, but she said, "Nope, no dice, pal. That would be cheating on my boyfriend, and I NEVER cheat. I'm a good girl. I just need a little recreation down here."

She cupped herself between her legs, then she went over to her bed and settled on her back, pushing a pillow beneath her hips and spreading her legs wide, then she crooked a finger. "Come and get it, big boy."

I went and stood at the side of the bed. How could I "get it" if she didn't let me take off my pants? Oh, wait, was she talking about----

"Haven't you ever eaten pussy before?" Grace asked, smiling sweetly up at me. I shook my head no. "That's OK honeypie, I'll teach you. I've taught lots of guys. I'll make you so good at it, girls will be BEGGING for you to go down on them. Come on, lie down on your belly."

So I got onto her bed and settled down with my head between her spread knees, watching her smiling face as she looked down at me between the twin hills of her breasts, still ensconced in her lacy white brassiere.

"Okay, first just give it a few kisses, just to get acquainted, okay? Just a few nice gentle kisses to say hello."

Somewhat reluctantly I lowered my face closer to a woman's vagina than it had ever been, expecting the smell to be unpleasant as the rumors went.... But as soon as I sniffed her I realized there was no unpleasant odor coming from her cunt, in fact it was a nice smell, heavy but agreeable, kind of...earthy, if I had to put a word to it. I'd never smelled anything like that before, and I immediately liked it. I didn't know if ALL pussies smelled like Grace's, but at least I liked this one.

Without further ado I kissed the puckered little lips and felt how soft and pliant they were, and I kissed the little whisps of hair, and I kissed the tiny bulges of skin around her cunt, and then I kissed the lips again.