Well, I am finally at a point where I can share my story. So please be kind in your reviews, I will read them and will decide if I am to continue publishing my personal experiences.
It all started some years ago: I was an unmarried man of 20, half way through my studies in medicine from a major University, when I got the call that changed my life forever.
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(Phone rings in my dorm room) "Hello?" I answered, "This is Mr. Walker speaking."
Mom is sobbing, barely able to speak. "Harry! (deep breaths and quiet sobbing) You need to come home son." Her voice cracks, "It's your father, he had a fatal accident coming home from work."
I...was speechless. My father was a 6 foot 4 inch behemoth of a man. Strong, emotionally and physically. Mom and I often described him as a gentle, wise Teddy Bear as he had a heart of gold and could so easily cut to the chase in a discussion or disagreement to get to the real heart of the matter. Something I did my best to emulate in my youth.
Dad was my best friend.
After a moment the tears came and I croaked, "No! Please, no."
Mom, Barbara, broke down and through her sobs she said, "Don't drive home tonight baby, I don't need to lose my boy in an accident tonight with you trying to get here. I will be OK. Come in tomorrow afternoon after you get some rest."
"Mom, there is no way I am getting much rest tonight. I'm getting in the car as soon as I hang up."
"No! Absolutely not! I don't often put my foot down with you son, but I need you to wait. I will die from worry if you try to drive home tonight."
I knew she was right: that I could do nothing about dad, that I was in no condition right now to drive safely, And it would ease her worry a bit if I waited, though it would bother me to do so...Mom needed me as much as I needed her right now. "OK, mom. I will wait. I will call when I leave so you will know when to expect me, okay?"
"Yes, thank you honey"
Thank goodness I was only a few hours away from home.
By 8:00 the next morning I was packed. I had called the Dean's office and explained I was taking a leave of absence due to a death in the family and would be in touch. I never saw the attraction to Frat life so I rented a room in an off-campus dorm where I also did security work on weekends. I called the dorm secretary and let them know what was going on as well before calling mom and leaving for home.
I had pretty much cried myself out during the night and, while I had little rest and a headache from hell, I was clear headed enough to make it home safely.
The next week was a real pain in the ass. I will skip the details of the funeral the company shenanigans with both dad's partnership and the business owners of the truck that killed him. What shut up everyone was Mom's willingness to sell Dad's interests in the company for fair market value in stock (which mom immediately sold because his partners were idiots) and the owners of the truck could not wipe away the blood toxicology report the driver failed.....miserably. All told, after a month of settlements (she got the best lawyers in the state--who happened to owe dad some huge favors), mom had well over 7 mill after taxes so she was set. House paid for. Yadda, yadda.
But we were both emotional wrecks.
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Four weeks to the day I walked down the staircase and across the foyer into the kitchen where mom was sipping her morning coffee. She looked haggard.
"Mom, you really should try to take those depression meds the Doctor gave you for your insomnia, you have to get some sleep."
"Yes, I know I do, but I have slept in that bed every night with your father, the memories, I...I just cannot sleep alone in that bed."
Nodding, understanding, and having some of my father's influence I suggested, "Then come and sleep in my bed with me mother. You need rest and maybe just
being in bed with someone will help?"
I could see the indecision in her eyes, "I will consider it, thank you."
Now, a moment to describe by mother: At 45, she was in the shape of her life. A former champion swimmer, fitness was always important to her. She had deep auburn hair that was luxurious and wavy which she kept shoulder length. She had developed late, after college, and was a very slim, athletic woman with C cup breasts that stood high and proud; accentuated by her trim body. She had a nice swell to her hips, not dramatic....more sensual in nature.
Like any son with a hot mom, I had an Oedipus complex which developed around the age of 19. I kept it well under wraps, though I did have a healthy fantasy life. The only sexual thing I knew about mom, though, was that she had had all her body hair, except her head of course, permanently removed. I knew this from a conversation I had overheard them having about her hating to shave back when I was 18.
I mentioned mom was a swimmer. She spent at least an hour a day swimming in the Olympic sized pool in the private backyard...oftentimes nude. This was a daily ritual she kept after dad's death. I think it helped to calm her. I found this out one evening when I came home early from my part time job I had taken in town. I went up to pee and happened to look outside, down at the pool. Mother was just floating on her back, slowly moving her thighs open and closed, her hands out from her sides.
I could not help watching her from my bathroom window. Her nipples were standing taut from the coolness of the water. They looked to be at least a half inch long and were easily seen from my window. The areolas were in the shape of muffin tops, nice and puffy, almost inviting me to nibble on them. Her hair spread out around her head like a fiery halo, her tummy trim, not overtly muscular but with feminine curves.
But, what took my breath away and gave me an instant, throbbing hard-on? Her pussy. It was glorious! A soft mound rising up from the bottom of her pelvis with outer lips that hid all but the edges of her inner lips. A horny, pussy eating son's wet dream.
Now, I am not an idiot. I know sex with mom was really only a fantasy of mine. But there was no way I was not going to look, and there was no way I was not going to cream the bathroom wall. I came hard and long alternately imagining I was filling her mouth or buried deep in her hot, wet, inviting pussy and creaming her to the point it seeped out past my cock.
I have researched that the average male only climaxes a few teaspoons. Having measured it myself from a condom after a week of abstinence, I can tell you my volume is about 3 full tablespoons. I have to wear special condoms when I have sex with women because most would not suffice to hold it all without leaking. I politely warn my partners when getting blown so they know what to expect. Most roll their eyes and just smile....until they experience it firsthand.
So what exactly did I do? Heck, immediately after seeing her I went to my room, got the lube, the fleshlight with the wall suction cup, and my binoculars. I went to the bathroom, popped the fake pussy onto the tile wall, lubed it and my raging erection, and slowly fucked it while I got close ups of mom's gorgeous breasts and pussy lips...all the while, fantasizing I was sliding into her, taking her, helping her enjoy herself as much as I was.
