Mom and Me
My interest in my mother finally reached a boiling point
If you’ve read my previous stories you’d know that my earliest sexual fantasies and memories start with my mom. Mom was a sexually open woman, and had many partners when I was a kid. I spent many nights listening to her having sex with men and masturbating to it. I always fantasized about having sex with her but I certainly didn’t think it would happen.
When I was 17 I moved in with my aunt and uncle because mom was a bad alcoholic and checked into rehab. She needed it as it had always been her Achilles heel. Dad left her for good when I was 11 and she never recovered from it. After a few years of her going in and out of rehab she finally seemed to get herself on track. She got a new job and a new place to live. I was 20 now and things were going well for her but not for me, and I needed a place to stay so I agreed to move back in with her.
A few weeks passed and things were good. I hadn’t seen her sober like this in my entire life. Rehab had been good for her and she really opened up to me about her life and why she drank. The more comfortable we got around each other the more she opened up. She was even forthcoming about her sex life and her insatiable libido. I learned a lot about her and about myself. Turns out I was a lot like her.
One night I was just passing by her room on my way to mine and I heard her masturbating. Her door was closed so I couldn’t see her but I definitely heard her. If you’ve read my previous stories you’d know that my mom was a screamer. She must not have known I was home. I listened thru her door until she finished then went to my room and took care of my sudden erection when I got there. I was surprised that she still masturbated. She was almost a 49 year old woman.
Going back to my older stories, again, I had always known my mom had a dildo so the next morning when she went to work I went in her room to snoop a bit. My curiosity always got the best of me and I needed to know what got her off. It didn’t take long to find it. The first drawer I opened, there it was. I big thick vibrator. My was a bigger woman so it didn’t surprise me she used a bigger dildo. I picked it up and held it in my hands. The thought of her using it just a few hours ago turned me on. My dick got so hard. I took my growing erection out and compared it to her vibrator. It wasn’t much bigger than me and then that turned me on even more. Leading me to go back to my room and take care of myself again.
Mom and I continued to talk about stuff and sex became more and more common in our talks. She confessed some of her fantasies, all but one didn’t surprise me. They were pretty common fantasies except her fantasy to have sex with her dad.
She asked me about the girls I had been with and if I had any, what she called “kinks”. I didn’t really get into everything I had done. Especially since I was bisexual and she didn’t know yet. Well, I didn’t identify as bi but I had sucked a few clocks by that time. I told her a few generic things like having a threesome and trying anal, even though I had already done both. I did drop one little bit just to see what her reaction would be.
“I’m into bigger girls. I like a girl with curves. Kinda like older chicks too.” I told her.
“No surprise there.” she responded.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You sound like your Dad.” she said with a smile. That ended that talk.
A few nights later she had gone out with some friends and when she came home she had clearly been drinking. My initial reaction was to get upset with her but after talking with her I could tell she was just buzzed and seemed to have it under control.
“It’s Saturday night, why aren’t you out with a girl?” she asked.
“I haven’t had a lot of luck in that department in a while.” I told her
“Ugh, tell me about it.”
Most guys would’ve ended that conversation right away but once again my curiosity got the best of me. “I didn’t know you were still looking for someone” I said.
“Just because I’m almost 50 doesn’t mean that I don’t want a man. Masturbating only gets you so far” she said.
I followed her up stairs and she went into her room. I stopped at the door so we could continue to talk. “I know you’ve been doing the rehab thing for the past few years, and I’m proud of you for that but out of curiosity, when was the last time you were with a man?” I asked.
She set her purse down on her dresser, made her way to her closet and began unbuttoning her blouse. She removed it and turned back towards me. She stood in front of me, her breasts barely being contained by her bra. She bent over to remove her socks and said “God, it’s been almost 4 years.”
She had never gone more than a couple weeks without bringing home some guy from the bar so pushing 4 years must have been tough. “I’m sorry to hear that” I said.
She turned her back to me again and removed her bra and threw it on her dresser. She followed that by taking her pants off. She pulled out a nightgown from her closet and turned to me as she put it on. I stood there stunned and speechless for a moment. Mom noticed. “Has it been that long for you too?” she said with a laugh.
I was still unable to form a full sentence. “Uh, yeah, maybe. I guess.” is about all I could spit out.
“That surprises me, you’re a good looking guy in good shape. You should be able to get a girl anytime you want”.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” I said uncomfortably.
I couldn’t even look at her anymore. My dick was getting harder and harder and I just stared at the floor.
“Come here” she said.
I slowly walked toward her and looked up at her. She had a smile on her face that I had never seen her have before. She placed her hand on my cheek and gave me a quick kiss. Then pulled me in for a hug. I wasn’t prepared for that and my erection pressed against her leg. As I pulled away a bit she put her hand on my cheek again and smirked a bit. She paused for a second almost to stop and think about what she was about to do. Then she removed her nightgown and pulled her panties down and kicked them off.
“Whoa!” I said even more shocked and stunned staring at her bug beautiful breasts.
She reached down and began undoing my jeans. When she had them unbuttoned she sat on the end of the bed and I dropped my jeans to the floor. My dick was now swinging right in her face. She looked up at me and paused again. “What?” I asked.
“I’m 100% OK with this but if you’re not say so.” she said.
“I’m definitely OK with it!”
Her hand grabbed the base of my cock and she put it as far down her throat as she could and immediately took it out and started swirling her tongue around the tip. I let out a gasp of air that had been in my lungs for the past 10 years. All the times masturbating outside her bedroom door when she fucked some guy came rushing out.
Her hand reached down and she began rubbing herself while she sucked my cock. “Lay down!” she said urgently.
I took off the rest of my clothes and laid on her bed. She straddled me and my cock slide inside her. She let out a loud moan. One that I have heard so many time before and had fantasized about. She started grinding on me. I couldn’t believe this was happening! She was so wet. My hands grabbed her hips and we synced up our movements. Her tits were bouncing in my face and I couldn’t resist suckling them. She stared moaning louder and louder. “Oh God you’re so deep! Fill me up!” she yelped.
I had heard her use those words before and it sent me over the edge. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum!” I yelled.
“Me too, keep going baby!”
She started screaming so loud, telling me to go deeper and deeper. We came at the same time and when we were done she got off me and laid next to me. There was still drips of cum dripping from my dick. She placed her index finger on my tip and pulled a small bit of cum up and put it in her mouth. “I haven’t seen your penis since you were 8. I didn’t know you were so big.” she giggled.
She got up and went to the bathroom. When she left I got dressed and she re entered the room wearing her nightgown she had thrown on the floor. She sat on the bed next to me and we talked about what just happened.
“I understand that this was probably wrong but it was really good and it was the first time I felt close to you.” she told me. “If you want to forget it and never do that again I completely understand.”
“I really liked it mom. I felt close to you as well.” I explained. “let’s see how we feel tomorrow morning and we can figure out how we want to proceed from there” I continued.
“You’re a smart boy” she said with a smile.
I got up and went to my room and went to bed. She did the same. It wasn’t the last time we had sex. I’m sure I’ll get to that story soon. Thanks for reading.