Well, a lot has changed since I submitted part one of this story. First of all, I'm no longer writing at the behest of my therapist. Lisa ended our therapy sessions after confessing that my father seduced her at the bar one night, and it was a conflict of interest to keep treating me.
Although she did help me through a lot of my feelings during our time together, the fact that she would rather get fucked by my Dad than talk with me was kind of a bummer.
It has always been my intention to finish the story. However, we must live them before we can tell them, and this story continued to evolve in ways beyond my wildest dreams. I've truly cum face to face with my own origins now, and its just taken a while to digest. But I should start where I left off before.
To recap, Mom's juicy, bubble butt ass had always been a huge concern of mine. Often wearing just panties and a t shirt around the house as I grew up, it became the center of my attention anytime it was on display. Every time she lost or gained five pounds, I would notice it in the curvature.
But really when I say 'ass' I mean her whole body. Her posture. Her perky little titties with the poky nipples, and her thin waistline. It all made the focal point of her ass so much nicer. Her hairy crotch with the dense, dark curls I'd seen on accident so many times... Mmmm... Shes always been my secret delight.
Then I moved off to college, fell in love and got cucked. I went from friend to boyfriend to cuckold with Wei, the love of my life, fast and hard. It was like love at first sight when we met doing laundry. But when I got caught sucking off my best friend, she fell in love with him.
So whats a boy to do? Go home to Mommy, of course.
My parents were recently divorced, and Mom had kept the house. Dad had moved out a year ago and quickly started trying to fuck half the town, with a good bit of success, but Mom was slower to move on. We both needed comforting this Valentine's Day.
As soon as I saw her wearing the familiar red short nightie at the door, my loins began to boil. When she led me over to the couch by the fireplace and I saw the large glass bong already loaded next to a big sack of weed, I knew I would tell her everything.
We started off making small talk and smoking some together. It was something we'd only done since the divorce, something we'd started doing since I admitted to enjoying it at school. Turns out, both my parents smoked too, and it brought me and Mom a lot closer together.
It always makes me talkative, and horny, so I just started telling her the whole story. How I'd started sucking Simon on the road trip. How I'd grown to love it. How Wei found out. How they got together, but kept me on as a sissy cuckold. And how they were spending Valentine's Day alone on holiday, without me.
Mom just let me talk, hardly interjecting a single word. She nodded and I could see in her eyes she sympathized. She hit the bong several times and I could tell she was really listening. She knew what it was like for the person you love to be with someone else. Dad had always cheated on her.
When I started to tell her about them going to Niagara Falls this week without me, she could tell my story was about done. She shushed me with a knowing look, and pulled herself to me in a long and loving hug.
Releasing me, but clasping one of my hands in both of hers, she looked at me seriously, "Baby, I don't know what to say. You know I just want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you. I will always love you."
"I know, Mom." I begin to cry a little bit. She hugged me again, this time more urgently, and actually crawled into my lap facing me. She placed a finger over my lips and began kissing away my tears.
As my tears streamed faster, Mom kept kissing at my cheeks trying to kiss them away. Frustrated that I couldn't stop crying, I started to shake my head for her to stop, and our lips met, our noses brushed into one another nuzzling, our faces wet with my tears. And when our lips met, our eyes met too.
We held the position for a moment and then I pushed my mouth and nose against her like I was cuddling into her, gently, but insistently, like a kitten trying to nurse. Telling the story made me so ashamed, but also so horny. When Mom got in my lap and started kissing me, I quickly forgot about Wei and my inadequacies.
Mom must have liked the spontaneous gesture, and I'm sure around the same time she must have noticed the hardening of my cock. She told me later that her pussy had been right on top of it when she felt it jerk for the first time, and that was the main reason she slouched into me, accepting the kiss so suddenly.
The kiss immediately stopped my tears, and by the time we were finished, our tongues had touched briefly and my face was completely dry. Mom stared at me, trying to regain her senses and her breath. "My baby boy, what just happened...? oh dear..."
I could tell Mom was concerned about the kiss, but she was also still very high, so I gave her a squeamish look and tried to look apologetic, but wrapped my arms tighter around her, and lower. "Sorry Mom. I just, I, I felt like a real man again for a moment."
"Oh baby, no, no, no. You ARE a 'real man' and you always will be." Mashing herself into my lap gently, I could feel her elongated nipples against my chest as she continued, "I wish I could prove it to you, baby. You just have to believe me."
Mom stood up, trying to clear the air, she looked around the living room and noticed the fire was dwindling. "Why don't you get some more wood for the fire and load another bowl while I cook us dinner like a normal mother and son."
We both laughed, and got to work.
I got the fire going again, brought in more wood for the night, rolled a joint and then loaded the bong for her later. Gazing into the fire, I thought about Mom in my lap. How right it felt.
Walking into the kitchen, she was almost finished and just setting our places at the table when I walked up behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her luscious ass into my hard dick without shame as I drew heavily on the joint.
She involuntarily arched her back into me as I exhaled a deep lung full of marijuana smoke in her at the lips, and I watched goosebumps appear on the nape of her neck before any words were spoken.
"I love you so much, Mom."
"Oh, Joey, oh Joey..." She pressed her ass back into me as she pushed back from the table, slowly exhaling and grinding gently into me as I kissed and nibbled on the back of her neck.
"Please, lets eat first and take our time, baby. I don't know whats going on. I want to help you so much. I made your favorite meal, Coq au Vin.
At the sound of the word 'cock' I ground into her harder before releasing her and laughed hard. "What are you saying Mom, I'm a cock sucker?!!?"
She burst out laughing and almost slapped me but smacked my chest instead. With mirth in her eyes, she stepped towards me and pecked my lips several times, staring into me.
"No, I'm saying you're my son, and I'm proud of you, and I want to make you happy."
I loved the chicken and wine dish, its true. Little was spoken as we shared the meal and several glasses of wine. I helped clean up the kitchen when we were done, offered to make coffee. I told her the bong was ready and she sashayed her ass back towards the fireplace, thanking me.
Over dinner, I had received a number of media messages from Wei, and had only responded thanks. After bringing in coffee and liquor for us, and hitting the bong a few times with Mom, I began scrolling through them by her on the couch. They were innocent enough, just them on holiday. Looking over my shoulder, Mom offered to put them on the big screen.
The idea of seeing the couple on holiday from our family television turned me on, and I quickly set it up with her help. And then, there they were... having dinner in a fancy restaurant. Then cuddling on a bench by the Falls.
Mom said she was feeling cold and told me to stoke the fire while she got a blanket. We got closer under the blanket, and I allowed my left arm to squeeze around her waist, sometimes drifting my fingertips lower, towards her back side, until I could feel the flesh of her ass.
Mom had a look on her face like she was happy for the couple, as I watched both them and her, enjoying our closeness. They were having drinks in front of the fireplace of their room, like us.
When the scene abruptly changed from the Falls to the bedroom, Mom gasped slightly, and I squeezed at the rear of her hip, pulling her to me and indulging in the feel of her soft but dense butt cheeks next to me.
Wei was on all fours before Simon's big dick, which took up half the camera angle. And soon she was devouring it the same as I had in the beginning.
I could tell the sight of hard cock woke Mom up from any after dinner drowsiness fast. "Wow... Son... Just, wow. I see now. I see."
"It is, it is a joy. Like Wei... I'm like Wei.. when you see it in person, you just want more than anything to pleasure him."
"I see now. He's so hard. Harder than most get really. Its a huge turn on. Completely rigid... So thick."
Mom was mesmerized by Simon's manhood. Since I had grown used to it, I felt like teasing her a bit and tickled her lightly around the abdomen with my right hand, bringing us together more in an embrace.
