As an adult, I fucked my mother as she kept thinking I was dad

This was many years back now. I had lost my father, years later mother was with it but did look at me and kept thinking I was dad. Yea I fucked her.

In putting down my current day stories, I keep recalling something that happened years ago. My father had died, a few years went by and I went to visit with my mother. She was taking care of herself, was not having any problems. But one big thing she kept doing, was looking at me and really thinking I was father. She would talk to me, as if I was father. And hugged and kissed me, and those kisses were not mother and son kisses. I mean deep, tongue down throat and tickle your tonsils kisses. Those kisses were so good, I was getting boners, which just made it worse as mother would feel it and rub on it over my pants. She was very good at unzipping the pants very fast and grabbing for my boner.

At the time I was married, had kids. I was just into my mid fifties at the time. My father had been gone for about ten years. Mother had been living in the same house I grew up in, and where she and my father lived. My wife was working and my children were in school and unable to travel many states away with me to visit with my mother.

It was my wife, when I phoned her one evening , and told her about my mother kissing me, and talking to me as if I was father, that my wife said I did look just like my father did back just before he died. My wife told me to just let mother give me kisses and let her be happy. So I told my wife about mother going for my cock when she kissed me. I think I did fail to mention that I was getting boners from the kisses. My wife joking, told me to just let mother play with my cock too, my wife could not say that mine was just like my fathers, but maybe it was and why not just let mother be happy and play with the cock too. I was sure she was just joking, I think.

It was later that evening that mother and I were sitting in the den watching TV. Mother leaned into the side of me, resting her head on my shoulder, and was talking to me as if I was father. She started to rub her hand over my chest , legs, and over my groin. She stopped with the rubbing, and unzipped my fly. All I heard in my head was my wife telling me to let mother play with my cock. Guess we all hear what we want to hear, and we just always think with the wrong head. Mother had my cock in hand, and it did not take long for her to mold that lip dick into a hard cock. The rubbing changed into some great hand action cock stroking. I was enjoying it so very much. Mother asked me if I was ok, I said I was, and asked why. She said that I was not man handling her boobs like normal or fingering her pussy. My mother had never before talked that way in front of me, she really was thinking I was father.

I saw no problem at that point in what mother was telling me, and began to lightly rub her boobs, and not over her top, I had had my arm behind her neck hugging her, and when I went to move my hand to rub her boobs, it just moved right down the inside of her top, my fingers slid right into the cups of her bra and my finger tips were rubbing her nipples.

Well mother had something else in mind, and not anything I thought she would do, she leaned down, lowering her head into my lap, and darn if my hard cock did not go right into her mouth. Besides giving a great hand job, my mother was very, very good at giving head. When she bent over, she knocked my hand out from her top, my arm hang loose, leaving my hand pretty much resting in her lap. I moved my hand into the waist of her skirt, then a bit further and into her panties, my fingers finding her pussy without problem. Her pussy was nice and wet, and took two of my fingers.

Just shortly after my fingers began to side into her pussy, I began to cum. I creamed big time into my mothers waiting mouth, and she sucked me dry. When her head stopped bobbing up and down over my cock, she sat up, which knocked my hand out of her panties. Mother tells me that she could not wait for the TV show to get over with, or until we got into bed, she wanted me to eat her right then.

Again, I knew what she meant by eat her, but again, I was not use to my mother talking like that. Guess I did not move as fast as my father, because my mother almost shouted at me to “fucking eat her”! I was down on my knees in front of her, as she pulled her skirt up, I was pushing it up. I was then pulling those panties down in one very fast pull, getting the panties all the way down to her ankles, all I had to do was tug on them to get them off one foot. Just as soon as those panties were out of the way, mother was spreading her legs apart. Darn if her pussy was just not one of the best looking ones I had seen. My wife for years had been shaving, I was so use to clean shaved pussy. My mother had a full mound of hair around her pussy, but with her legs spread, those sweet wet pussy lips were not hidden in that hair. I put my face down between her legs and licked her wet lips up and down, as I moved my mouth over those pussy lips and clit. I went to town.

My mother as I found , is one that has many orgasm’s. My wife has two or three, to my one. But mother had so many I lost count. It was time to stop, when she started pushing my head away. In unison, she and I had the same need … she wanted me to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her.

I pulled her legs toward me, moving her butt to edge of the sofa cushion, right in line with my raging hard on, as I was kneeling right there. In one easy hip action, I plowed my cock into her wet pussy. I was pumping away, just pounding my cock into her. I could feel when she was having another orgasm, her pussy muscles were tightening and loosening on my cock. I just kept going at it, after that great blow job she had given me, I was in for the long haul, if I would of fucked her at the start I would of lost my load already. She kept cumming, and I kept pumping. I really did not last that much longer, and began to unload a fresh load of cum into her sweet pussy. Now my father, and not in front of mother, would of had some real nasty joke to say about that, like that is were your little baby sperm went in and then you came out, and now your filling it up with your sperm. Oh you know what I mean, something like that!

We did not finish watching that TV show. Mother dragged me into her bedroom and we climbed into her bed. She kept me up all night, and yes in both ways. I was there for another week, and mother and I fucked all that week.

During the second week, some of her friends came over, and she was just fine, normal , called me by my name and called me son. And when we went out into town, the same. There was just this one time at the grocery store, we were getting something from the butcher, and she turned to me calling me by fathers name, asked me about what to get. The butcher laughed and told her to not pull that joke on me. I asked him what? He says that my mother pulls that joke on everyone, pretending she thinks they are someone else, and making them think mother has turned into an old forgetful lady. I turned to mother, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, laughed and walked away.

That night, watching TV, she talked to me as if I was father. I did not question it, and very eagerly followed her into the bedroom for another night of great sex.

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