The affair I had with my mother lasted eight weeks and two days. It was the summer after I had just graduated high school; the summer I thought would last forever. I was planning on getting a job before starting college in the fall, but my mother pleaded with me to go up with her to the vacation place in New Hampshire that we rented each summer. She said she would give me the money I needed for school. She didn't want to be alone. Her husband Peter had made it clear that he would only come up on some weekends. It was the last summer any of us would go up to the New Hampshire house.
We were only up there two days when it started. We had finished unpacking all the boxes and we were both exhausted and dirty from cleaning a house that had been collecting dust for ten months. The last rug was unrolled and we sat on the floor. Mom said, "We'll Joseph, that's done. Thanks for helping me baby." She sat for a minute and then I saw her eyes welling up. It wasn't a big sobbing jag, just tears quietly rolling down her face. This wasn't an everyday thing with her and the concern must have been evident in my voice when I asked, "What is it mom; are you okay?"
"I'm all right Joey, just kind of blue." The tears kept coming.
I said, "Hey mom that would be a good title for an album." Kind of Blue was her favorite Miles Davis CD.
She did that laugh/cry thing and it lightened things a bit.
I said, "Come on mom, talk to me, what's going on?" She didn't answer. She just shook her head and sort of tranced. I put my arms around her and said the first stupid thing I could think of, "It'll be okay mom." She put her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. She sniffled a little and then after a few minutes, she kissed my neck. And then she kissed it again. I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. I kissed her wet eyes and then her lips were on mine. I guess that was the official beginning of our affair.
Well I should say that was the beginning of our physical affair, because who knows when any sexual relationship begins; probably when someone starts thinking about it. For me it probably started when I was old enough to find my mom attractive. She was always pretty in a natural way; nothing flashy to make the hounds whistle, but the kind of woman that has the qualities you appreciate when you take a moment to notice. When I first had those thoughts that excited me, I thought of her as Diane instead of mom. As the years went by, it went back and forth between mom and Diane. After a while, didn't matter.
Now she was in my arms and we were kissing. Her fragrance filled my head. We were kissing and then we were touching. It wasn't frantic. It probably would have been if we weren't so tired, but it made it nice. She ran her hands wherever she could reach and I settled for touching and cupping her breast. It filled my hand and I was excited anticipating the feel of her bare flesh. It didn't occur to me that she would stop me. She didn't.
I reached under her shirt and slipped the bra over her tit. The skin was buttery soft but there was a firmer feel underneath. It felt bigger than I would have imagined because she rarely wore tight tops. I could feel the resistance of her rubbery nipple as my palm ran over it. As I touched her, she whispered, "Joey...Joey...Joey."
Mom was the one that started undressing. She took of her shirt and bra and then she stopped. She said, "Come to my bedroom baby." I was so hard I thought I would bust through my jeans. I followed her without a word. She drew the curtains even though there were only woods outside. There was still enough filtered light for me see how fine her body was as we both undressed completely.
I hardly had a moment to admire her as we stood facing each other. The first body-to-body contact was electric; her skin all over mine, her lips on mine, her hands all over me. The pace accelerated. We were no longer tired. The kissing got stronger as passion took our mouths to each other. I was on her nipples, sucking, and she was moaning. She bent toward my cock and then went down on one knee. My cock was in my mother's mouth.
Right from the beginning, there was no other conclusion I could have come to except - we were going to have sex. But it was still a shock when the actual physical things started happening. My cock was in my mother's mouth. The warm wet of her tongue and lips enveloped the thickened helmet. The closest I can come to describing that frozen moment, that surreal experience, is to say it again; my cock was in my mother's mouth.
It wasn't there for long. I wanted it there forever, but she only sucked back and forth three or four times. She stood back up again and kissed me as she pressed and rolled my tongue with hers. She said, "Come here baby."
She led me to the bed and spread herself, beckoning me. I can't say I was lucid or being responsible, it was just that she had drummed safe sex in to me so many times, so I said, "Mom, I don't have a condom."
She "It's okay love, don't worry." I figured she was on the pill or something and I approached her with cock in hand pointing it at her pussy. Her bush was fuller than the trimmed girls I had been out with. She opened herself for me with one hand and with the other she reached to direct me into her pussy.
As my cock pushed into soft splitting flesh, she said, "Oh darling yes, yes sweet baby." I pressed home and was fully inside her. It's hard enough to describe what it feels like to be inside a woman when it's going good, it's even harder when the woman is your mother and it's going great. I usually had no trouble staying in control but as mom moved and moaned, I had to fight not to come right away. I held her arms in, and slowed the pace until my stroking was even and steady. Mom was smiling; it was beautiful to see her smile and say, "Yes Joey, like that, that's good," and things like that, over and over, as I fucked her.
I can close my eyes now and remember it all the from the feelings, but not from the words. That's how I remember what it was like to have my flesh inside my mother's. The sliding in and out of a pussy that that was so out of bounds it's not supposed to enter the realm of possibility. It was impossible, but I was inside my mother's pussy, pushing in as far as I could. I still pushed harder until I heard her moan and I knew I had filled her completely. She pulled me in and held me to her. She wrapped her legs around me and pushed up with a sound that could only mean that she wanted me in her as deep as she could take me. Before I could stroke her anymore she said, "OH, oh, oh, darling, I'm coming, I'm coming."
I wasn't set for either of us to come, but I pressed into her again and again as she repeated, "Yes, yes, yes..." Her face, her voice, and the word's were filled with gladness. I could see that she wanted to be kissed so I bent over to put my mouth on hers.
I kept kissing her and when she slowed her movements, I sat up while I was still hard inside her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She said, "Oh Joey, Joey, Joey...my lovely Joseph." Mom hardly ever called me by my name; it was always a sweet loving, 'baby, or sweetheart, or darling.' But the sound of my name never sounded so sexy as the way she was saying it.
I keep moving my hips and she made nice sounds. I took her tits and kneaded them and she purred at the massage, until I tugged on the long nipples and she yelped and laughed. She stopped laughing when I began rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes as I teased the button. I put her legs over my shoulders and positioned myself to take her again. I penetrated her harder and faster as I opened her wide. Each plunging penetration went through wet flesh from the lips of her vagina through the soft channel, to the depths of her belly. As I felt my orgasm build I said, "That's good mom; that's so good."
