DISCLAIMER: All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
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Where should I start? I've always heard that it's best to start at the beginning of any story so I guess that will be my starting point.
My name is Richard Owens, "Dick" or "Dickie" (among several other variations) to my friends and, sometimes, my not so friendly acquaintances. I was born a little over eighteen years ago to Maybelline--yes that is her name, but most people simply call her "Mabel"--and John Owens in a smallish town in the northeastern part of the country.
At eighteen years old, I am six feet even in my stocking feet and weigh in at a somewhat tight one hundred seventy pounds--not much fat on my young bones. My eyes are light blue and my hair is red--a carrot-top if you like. There is one other aspect about me that makes me stand out--I have a permanently hard penis that measures seven inches in length and about three to four inches around.
I've always had this sometimes painfully erect penis and actually I don't mind its hardness though in the most inappropriate of times it can be an embarrassment. It isn't always easy to hide the damn thing, but I've got what I've got. In fact, I really hadn't thought about it being permanently hard at all until I started noticing girls about three years ago. That's also the time that I started to notice my mother's body and began to get the weird thoughts about how she would feel wrapped around my Little Richard. To say puberty hit me hard right between the legs would be the understatement of the eighteen years I've been alive. I was, however, still a virgin, never having the courage to get that far with the girls. Oh, I had kissed them and fondled some tits, but I had never gone so far as to even touch them between their legs. Sex so far had been a fantasy left for later, but which fueled many jerk-off sessions.
Now, let me describe my mother. Mabel is almost a spitting image of Reba with shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, pale freckled skin, and a pixie nose with just a touch of an upturn at the end. Having snuck a peek in the laundry basket, I knew her bra size was a 32-B and she preferred lacy, almost see-through cups. I could only guess her height and weight but I guessed about five-foot one inch and a hundred-five pounds soaking wet with a big brick in her back pocket. She is also the most even-tempered person I have ever met. Nothing upsets her to the point where she causes a ruckus or a scene.
John Owens, on the other hand, is a bit of a slob weighing in at almost two hundred fifty pounds with his naked stomach hanging over the top of his pants along with his untucked shirt. He is also a loud, brash drunkard who wears his anger with the world on his sleeve. He is not a violent drunk, just a loud and verbally abusive one. One effect of his alcoholism is that he is almost always impotent in the sex department. My mom is the one who suffers the most from his impotence, but she has never made an issue of it either publicly or with my father. Still, dear old dad is the reason that the "ever ready bunny" ever had a chance with his mother.
Dad is an over-the-road trucker who is gone sometimes two or three weeks at a time leaving Mabel and Richard "home alone" every time. Mom gets rather lonely during these jaunts and starts drinking more alcohol than she should. Me? I hardly miss the old man when he is gone. It just gives me more time to ogle my mother's lovely, sexy body without him catching me. I usually ogle only when she has had one or two or three too many. With my ever-ready dick, there have been times when Mabel has been so drunk that I felt like pulling it out and jerking it off. I had never done that thinking that it might be going a bit too far, but I have peeked up my mother's skirt when she passed out and had even gone so far as to pull her panties aside so I could stare at her hairy pussy.
On that fateful day, Johnny Owens took his leave of his family for a long haul from coast-to-coast expecting to be gone for at least a month to a month and a half depending on what loads he could find to make money. That was yesterday morning before the sun or his wife were up for the day. I only knew he was leaving that early because he dropped off a wad of cash before he left.
"That's for your mother when she gets her sorry ass out of bed. Tell her that it has to last until I get home so spend it wisely." Of course, that was a bunch of bullshit since I had a part-time job at the general store loading purchases into customers' cars and trucks and I contributed to the household money how much and whenever I could.
Wisely my reply was simply "OK, dad. Thanks!" He was gone before I could get my swinging Richard to the bathroom for the ritual morning draining of my hard dick.
As I was walking back to my room to get dressed for work, I noticed that my parent's door was slightly open. I looked in and my eyes almost bugged out. My mom was laying stark fucking naked on top of the blankets with cum oozing out of her pussy--just like my father had left her. I could only imagine why she was in that state due to the empty vodka bottle on the night stand. There was only one glass and it was stained with lipstick.
Little Richard got even harder than his usual complete hardness at such a wonderfully sexy sight and many lewd thoughts went through my mind. I even thought of sinking my dick into mom and getting sloppy seconds. "What a sick fuck--she's your mother!" Still, I was more than a little tempted knowing that dad had already left a load inside her and that, in her state, she would never know if I merely added to the amount plowing through her fertile vagina. Taking a last long look, I shook my head slowly and made my way back to my room.
"Oh mom, how much I would love to fuck you, but I want you to know that I'm doing it. I don't want to take you when you're passed out." I muttered out loud.
What I didn't know at the time was that mom had been awake and watching me through hooded eyelids and that she had heard those words. What I didn't see was her smile as I turned into my room to get dressed.
Mom stayed in bed until after I left for work a couple of hours later. Shortly after lunchtime I came home to find my mother in the living room watching television.
"Hi, Mom. How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good considering I got totally sloshed last night." Lie number one.
"You did, huh?"
"Yeah, I did. From what I could see, I seemed to have finished off an entire bottle of vodka last night." she lied to me a second time. What I didn't know at the time was that the bottle had started off far less than half full of vodka and that she was well aware that dad had filled her pussy with his cum before he hit the road. She had pretended to be passed out but he had covered her when he left her for my room. Knowing he would leave directly from my room she staged the full-frontal nudity for my benefit leaving the door cracked to pique my interest. Mom had not at all been drunk when I saw her earlier this morning in all her glory. "We need to talk, Ricky."
"About what?"
"About us and the next month or so."
"OK."
"Ricky, I've seen your dick sticking out from the bottom of your belly for some time now."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. How big is it?" As I almost stuttered a reply, she added "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to tell me, but from what I have seen poking out the front of your shorts, you have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Well, Mom, it's about seven inches long and about three or four around."
"That big, huh? Have you ever thought of sinking it into me?"
"Yeah, I have many times since I found out that something besides piss comes out of it, but you're my mother. It just wouldn't be the right thing for me to do to you. It's only a dream that gets me all hot and hard."
"Maybe so, but I think about how your cock would feel inside me almost all the time. The only time your father ever fucks me is in the morning just before he leaves on a long road trip." I'd never heard my mother use the word fuck before that afternoon. Come to think about it, she was pretty strait-laced and I had never even had a glimpse of her body until that morning and then I got full frontal nudity with slippery white cum dripping out between her pussy lips.
I knew my cock was ever ready and all good and hard, but my mind was sort of stalled by the fact that this was my mother saying all of this and apparently in the process of offering herself to me for admittedly our mutual pleasure. One word kept popping into my head over and over again: "incest." I knew incest was wrong, but damn my mother had looked awfully fine this morning in all her glorious nudity and despite that repeating word, I was more than a little interested. Hell, if she had been anybody else, I could imagine myself being balls deep inside her at that very instant.
"I take it from your expression that you don't find me attractive enough?"
"Hell yes, mom, I find you very attractive and desirable. It's just that you are my mom and it isn't right for me to think about you like that."
"That isn't what you said outside my room this morning."
"Huh? You heard that?"
"Yeah. So, what has changed?"
"Nothing has changed. If you weren't my mom, I'd be balls deep inside you right now!"
"What's stopping you?"
"Huh?"
"I said what's stopping you? I am certainly not going to say 'no', am I? After all, I seem to be the one driving this conversation in the direction it's going."
"Well yeah, but do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Watch your mouth, young man. Yeah, I want you to fuck me with that ever-ready cock of yours. Doesn't it ever go down?"
"No."
"Doesn't it hurt being always hard?"
"Sometimes. I have to be careful around the zipper on my pants, but most of the time it's just fine."
"Let me see your cock...please!"
"If you insist, but only if you let me see you."
"You've already seen me."
"I mean right now as I show you what I have." Little Richard seemed to fill up even more than normal as I started undoing my belt. Once I had my belt loosened, I pulled my shirt off over my head only momentarily taking my eyes off of my mother's gradually exposed body. I seemed like we were doing a music-less strip tease for each other. We were finally down to basics, me in my undershorts and mom in her bra and panties (neither of which hid very much of her charms). Mom reached behind herself and unclasped her bra allowing it to slip off her beautiful breasts and fall to the floor. Then we both bent over to take off the last piece of clothing we were wearing. As we stood up facing each other I heard mom give a slight gasp.
"I had no idea that you were packing such a beautiful cock. If I had, we would have done this the day after you turned eighteen!"
"And, your tits--er, breasts--are fantastic, mom. I thought they were beautiful while you were laying down, but they are even more amazing when you're standing up!"
"You can talk as dirty as you want to when we are like this, but when we have clothes on, you have to watch your mouth. You really like these little tits of mine?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"You can touch them if you want to. They won't break. Just be gentle. I don't like rough stuff. Your father likes to mash them and squeeze them hard and it hurts when he does."
"Did you tell him that it hurts?"
