My name is Harry. I'm 27 and, for the last five years, I've had an intense sexual relationship with my mom, Joan, who turns 50 next month.
I'm an average guy, five foot eight, 175 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, nicely sculpted body from my work as a construction laborer. My mom is plus sized, five foot three, 185 pounds, not fat, just nicely full-figured, brown hair, brown eyes.
As the oldest of five kids, much older than my sister and three brothers, I was the closest to Mom. With Dad working a full-time job at night and doing as many odd jobs he could handle during the day and weekends, it fell upon me to help Mom out any way I could. I helped her keep the younger kids in line as well as helping her with anything she wanted or needed help with. At sixteen, with an old used car and license, I became the one who took Mom to all the places she wanted or needed to go.
Mom and Dad split when I was 21. I was living on my own now, but made it a point to keep in touch with Mom. Mom began inviting me over for supper a couple of nights a week and she'd ask me to stay until the kids went to bed.
We'd begin sitting together on the couch after the kids were asleep, talking about anything and everything under the sun. Mom said it was nice being able to hold a normal conversation with an adult, since she didn't have any real friends, thanks to Dad, and no family nearby.
It was several months into this routine that Mom felt comfortable enough to talk to me about her relationship with Dad, personal things that she had to talk about. I told her she didn't have to, but she felt she had to vent her frustrations or she'd burst.
She explained to me, in graphic detail, how Dad turned Mom's ideas or thoughts on a subject into an argument, some very heated, that Dad would always win. She talked about how Dad would embarrass and humiliate her in front of other people and how he controlled every aspect of her life. He bought her housedresses, always a size or two too big, to make her look like she wore circus tents. He controlled what she could buy at the grocery store and how the food was to be cooked and seasoned. Dad controlled the money and the bills, only putting enough in the bank to cover the checks and kept the rest in his pocket. He controlled who she was allowed to talk to in the neighborhood as well as who she could become friends with. Dad even controlled the sex, only when he wanted, only how he wanted, and only enough to get her wet enough for his needle dick, her words, only until he got off, then Dad would roll over and go to sleep. Mom told me that if she was in the mood that night, she'd quietly finish herself off, but usually didn't. Mom stated that she couldn't remember when or if Dad ever did give her the big O.
Mom grew very emotional as she got these things off her chest and I found myself trying to ease her pain by holding her hand and eventually slipping my arm around her back, rubbing her back slowly, gently. As Mom poured out her heart to me, she'd stop sometimes and cry. This happened several times over a number of nights.
One night she became extremely emotional and couldn't stop crying. She got up and went into the kitchen. I gave her a minute, the followed her. She stood facing the refrigerator, her hands covering her face, crying uncontrollably.
I walked up to her and placed my hands lightly on her shoulders. Mom turned to face me, big tears running down her face, and reached out for me. "Oh, Harry!", Mom said as her hands found my shoulders. She buried her face in my shoulder and continued crying. My arms slid around her and I began slowly rubbing her back, attempting to calm her.
She continued to cry, even as I whispered in her ear "I love you, Mom. I've always been there for you, I'm here for you now, and I'll be there for you until the day I die." "Thank you, Harry", Mom said over and over again.
Every now and then Mom would lift her head off of my shoulder and would kiss me on the lips. At first the kisses were those of a mom to her son. But as she calmed down, our kisses became longer, harder and deeper, the kind of kisses a man and woman share who love each other.
As our kisses deepened, Mom slowly pressed more and more of her full-figured body against mine. I felt her 42DD breasts pressed hard against my chest, her rounded stomach against mine. Our kisses were now very long and deep and our bodies reacted in what I consider to be a very natural way.
I felt Mom's nipples grow large and hard against me as our kisses were very erotic, mother and son. Her hard nipples against me woke my cock up, and as I swelled and grew long and hard and thick, my cock slid along Mom's upper thigh, then her puffy mound, then finally against her stomach. Mom sighed and now pressed herself even tighter against me.
Mom broke the kiss and whispered "Touch me, Harry. Please touch me. Touch me like a man touches a woman. Please." She proceeded to kiss me again and I responded.
My one hand on her back now slowly slid farther down her back than it had ever been before, down past the small of her back, down past the waistband of her panties, all the way down to her mature, full-figured ass, concentrating on just one ass cheek.. I squeezed it gently numerous times while I stroked, caressed and fondled every inch I could reach. Mom loved it, whimpering and moaning as I gave her the treatment she so richly deserved I switched hands, giving her other ass cheek equal treatment, then used both hand to fully please her. This set her off. Mom now moaned louder and more frequently. Her head tilted slightly, her mouth opened, and when I offered her my tongue, she took it eagerly, working her tongue wickedly against mine. Her hips began to slowly rock and roll, now rubbing her prominent mound against my swollen cock. This lasted for what seemed like an eternity.
When we finally broke the kiss, Mom said she wanted to sit down, because her knees were weak and her legs were shaking. I agreed and stepped back. Mom's eyes looked down at the sizeable lump in the front of my shorts, while I looked at her large, hard nipples pushing through her bra and housedress. She took my hand and we walked back into the den.
"Not here" she said, leading me into the front living room. She stopped just inside the room and now closed and locked the French doors, essentially cutting us off from the rest of the house. I looked at the studio couch in the room and watched Mom go over and sit down, her ass perched on the edge of the seat cushion. I sat down next to her.
We reached out for each other and began kissing again. Mom's one hand was on my shoulder, the other on the back of my head, pulling my lips even tighter to hers. My one hand began caressing her back again, and the other lightly stroked her cheek. She loved the touches I gave her. My hand however soon began stroking the side of her neck, then moved down across the top of Mom's housedress, capturing one of her 42DD breasts. Her nipple was just as large and hard as I suspected, and very, very sensitive, too.
"Yes" Mom said. "God, yes."
I worked the hell out of that entire tit and nipple, wanting to give her everything she wanted and needed before I moved on to the other one.
Mom's hand on my shoulder soon slid downward, learning everything she could about her son's rugged chest, then my tight stomach and abs. It absolutely turned her on!
As we kissed again and again and again, Mom continued to whimper and moan. She got even louder when my hand on her breasts now moved down to feel up her stomach, then even lower, onto her thigh. My hand slid slowly downward along her thigh, down past the hem of her housedress, all the way to her knee. I squeezed it gently, to let her know where my hand was, then slid it to the inside of her knee.
My hand began moving slowly upward along the inside of her thigh, at first no higher than her dress hem, then back to her knee. After three or four strokes like this, I began working my hand even higher, pushing the hem up as I went. Mom moaned into my mouth and her legs slowly parted for her son, the farther up I went. By the time I got to the top of Mom's thigh, she was literally shaking.
I bypassed her pussy for a moment and instead spent a minute or so exploring her plump panty-covered mound, covered completely by thick, curly hair. She appreciated the loving her son gave her, but now took her hand off my chest and stomach, found my hand, and guided it to her panty crotch. I've known a few girls and young women in my time, but never have I found a hotter, wetter, more juicy pussy than Mom's. She was aroused like she had never been before, and knew this night would end in a good, hard, old fashioned fuck. And the fact that this was incest, the nastiest, naughtiest, most taboo sex in the world, had Mom's pussy in the throes of eruption like she never had.
I started rubbing Mom's pussy as she showed me all her special places. Her hips rocked and rolled, fucking herself on my hand, while I paid extra attention to her rubbery clit. "Yes, yes" Mom said to me. "Make me cum just for you, Harry".
Once I had a good rhythm going, Mom's hand left mine. Her hand found my stomach again, then her hand moved down onto the front of my shorts. "Hmmmm", I said, as Mom's fingers curled around the thickness of my cock, then began slowly stroking my manhood, learning for the first time just how large her son really was. I was bigger and harder than I ever was, owing to the fact that this my mom checking out my package.
Mom's fingers eventually left my cock long enough to undo my shorts as well as my boxers. My cock jumped out at her, all nine inches of thick, hard man meat, her son's man meat. Her fingers curled around it and she slowly stroked it, marveling in the dick that she wanted, no needed, inside her, her son's dick, in his mom's pussy.
I pushed the crotch of her panties aside and now working my longest finger into her wet, wet pussy. She jumped a little, then pushed herself even deeper on my finger. I finger-fucked her to lube up my finger, then slid that finger up her pussy lips and began rolling her large clit. It wasn't long, mere minutes, before Mom broke the latest kiss and croaked "I'm cumming. God help me, I'm cumming". Mom's entire body started to spasm and convulse as Mom had a violent orgasm. "God, god, oh god" Mom said over and over and over again, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Once she settled down and caught her breath, she kissed me more intimately than she ever had before.
"Fuck me, Harry" Mom said. "Fuck me, make me cum again and fill my pussy with your spunk. Do me all night long, I beg you."
"Assume whatever position you want, 'cause your wish is my command" I told her.
While she stripped off her panties and laid down on the couch, I stood and took off my open shorts and boxers. Mom laid on her back, her legs drawn up, bent at the knees, her thighs open, her pussy oozing her juices. She looked at my cock and whimpered "God. I hope I can take all that!" "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you, Mom" I told her. ""I hope not" she said. "I need a good hard fucking".
I moved between her legs, working my knees up against the back of her upper thighs and then stretched out over her, holding my weight above her, on my knees and forearms.
"My big, hot, hard son is going to fuck his horny mom, I know that" she said as I rubbed the large swollen head of my cock against her puffy, wet pussy lips. I worked it up and down a couple of times to tease her then found the sweet spot and pushed in just the head.
"Fuck" she said. "That monster cock is just what I need, Harry. Make me your whore, your slut, your slave to that cock of yours. Spoil me with big rod, baby. Make me want it morning, noon and night."
I slowly worked back and forth, in and out, opening up her pussy for me. She was tight, tighter than others I had known. I guess being used to a small dick has it's advantages when nine thick inches comes along. The deeper I went, the crazier Mom got. Her hands were all over my body. She kissed anything she could reach. Her legs came up around me, first one then the other, around my hips, her rough heels digging into my ass, her hips tilting, giving me access to parts of her pussy no man had ever reached.
Mom loved it, fucking like a woman possessed. The couch squeaked and creaked, Mom whimpered and moaned, she bit my shoulder, her fingers digging into my back as she orgasmed more times than I would like to count over the next hour plus. I pumped shot after shot of cum into her, big loads of cum, two, three, four times or more, until we were both exhausted.
Than I did the smartest thing I ever could have done. Still on her back with me still inside of her, I rolled us over on our side and kissed and touched and played with her until my cock finally softened inside her.
"Damn, Harry. You're quite the stud. No one has ever fucked me that long in my life. No one has ever fucked me that hard. No one has ever given me that many orgasms, never with that much intensity, nor as often as you just did. Harry, if you and I had hooked up a couple years ago, your big, thick loads of cum would have knocked me up many times over. And I would have gladly, proudly been pregnant by you as many times as I could, 'cause you, Harry. are a Grade A Number One fuck."
"You inspire me, Mom, to want to put a big smile on your face. I want you to glow with the feeling of my cock and cum deep inside of you. I want to fuck you in every position possible as many times as I can. I want to do for you the things you've thought about or read about, sexual things Dad would never do for you."
"Harry, where have you been all my life? I know it isn't legal, but if given the chance, I'd let you fuck me every chance you get, no matter who's home, no matter what time of the day or night it is. Harry, be my full-time lover."
"Your wish is my command, Mom."Over the next three days, Mom and I talked several times on the phone.
The main theme of these talks was the fact that we didn't feel guilty about what we had done.
"Harry, I feel so young, so alive, so free, freer than I've felt in years. I never imagined that a young, virile guy your age would even want to hug and kiss and touch a fat, old woman like me. I've never gotten so hot and wet so quickly in my life. My nipples never felt bigger and harder. You made me cum bigger, harder, more often than I've ever done. Harry, you woke me up sexually like never before."
"Maybe it's the incest thing, Harry, the fact that mom and son should never do what we did, but damn it, it was the best sex of my life. As soon as the ache goes away in my back, legs and pussy, I want to see if I'm still attractive to you and not just a one-time thing."
"I love you, Mom, with all my heart and soul. I don't feel the least bit guilty about what we've done. I know Dad treated you like shit, that he cheated on you more times than you can count. He ignored you physically and sexually, and you didn't deserve that."
"I promise you, Mom, never to hurt you in the ways Dad did. I'll be there for you, any time, any where, any time you want. I'll give you what you want, Mom, just the way you like it."
"When I get over this soreness, Harry, I just want to do what we did the other night, nothing wild or crazy, nothing weird. I want, no, I need, Harry, you to hold me, kiss me, touch me and play with me like a man should do for a woman. I want that naughtiness of incest to turn me into a hot, horny woman who will fuck her own son without a second thought. Harry, one night with you has me spoiled already. I want you, Harry."
And when the soreness passed, Mom invited me over for dinner and to spend time with the kids. I knew by the way Mom looked at me from the time I walked into the house that she had plans for me and her later.
Mom didn't look any different, she didn't dress any different. It's just that every time she saw me look at her, she lowered her eyes, looking at the floor, acting shy, flirty.
At the dinner table we sat side by side, and her knee would press against mine every now and then: her hand would brush against mine and I would feel a rush of arousal. As we cleaned up the kitchen after the meal, her body would "accidentally" press against me and I saw the blush in her cheeks.
While I sat in the den with the kids talking, laughing, watching TV, Mom sat across from me in her favorite chair. Her knees no longer pressed tightly against each other, now slightly separated, and when she thought I was looking, her knees parted a little more, coyly giving her son a peek up under the hem of her housedress, up between her legs, a look at her thighs a son shouldn't see. But she did want me to look, to see her as more than a mom, but as a woman who had wants and needs and wanted me, her son, to fill them.
As the kids gathered up their stuff and headed upstairs to bed, Mom picked up the newspaper, opened it and started to read the paper. As the kids went upstairs, Mom rustled the paper to get my attention, then slowly made a move to cross her legs. It was a slow process for her, giving me, her son, an opportunity to look way up under the hem of her housedress, way up the length of her stocky thighs, all the way up to the flash of her tightly packed panty crotch before she finished the move. Even after she finished the move, I could see a good deal of her thighs. She sat like that for several minutes, acting like she was reading the paper, showing me her forbidden skin, until it grew quiet upstairs.
She then put the paper down, slowly uncrossed he legs, then got up and walked across the room to the kitchen doorway. She stood there in the doorway and shyly looked over her shoulder at me. When she saw me begin to get up, Mom walked further into the dimly lit kitchen.
I followed her into the kitchen, saw her standing in the middle of the room, her eyes diverted to the floor. I turned off the last light in the kitchen and walked up to her. I took her hands in mine and felt the electricity in the room.
I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the side of the neck. Mom jumped, aroused by my touch.
"I love you, Mom, like a man loves a woman." I kissed her neck again, then her cheek.
Mom turned her head and we kissed lightly on the lips several times.
"This is so very, very wrong, Harry, but I can't deny the feelings surging through my entire body this moment. I ache for your touch, your kiss, the feel of your body against mine."
I left go of her hands and now held her by the hips. Her arms found my shoulder and the back of my head and she pulled me to her for a lover's kiss, a long, slow, deep intimate kiss between a man and a woman, the forbidden kiss of a mother and son. The moment was extremely erotic as Mom's full-figured body pressed against my muscular young body. I felt her large, hard nipples against my chest, even through her bra and dress, her rounded stomach, her puffy pubic mound pressed tightly against my steely erection.
As my hands now found her mature, full-figured ass and I began squeezing, stroking, feeling up her ass, Mom moaned, her mouth opened, her tongue began to work against mine and her hips began to rock and roll, rubbing herself openly against her son's manhood.
This lasted for several minutes, the two of us discovering just how into each other we really were. Mom wanted and needed the kisses, she wanted me feeling up her ass, caressing her back, she needed to feel my aroused body pressing against hers. She wanted and needed to be seen as a desirable, sexual being. The fact that it was her very own son turning her on to such a fever pitch, the fact that it was her attractive son turned on by her full-figured body, the forbidden, taboo thought of wanton, animal sex with her own son was intoxicating, erotic.
We stayed in the kitchen, kissing, touching until it was quiet upstairs.
I stepped back from Mom, took her by the hand, and we now walked quietly out of the kitchen into the den. We went around turning everything off in the den then moved into the living room. I left go of her hand and watched Mom move to the front door to lock it up. I turned to close and lock the French doors, again closing us off from the rest of the house.
The room was dark, the only light being the streetlight dimly shining through the front window's curtains and blinds. Mom was in the middle of the room, again standing there, shyly looking at the floor, looking coy, flirty. She reminded me of the girl at the party, across the room, looking at me, acting like she wasn't really looking.
I walked over to her and took her by the hand, leading her over to the sofa we made love on the other night. Like that previous night, Mom sat with her ass perched on the edge of the cushion and I sat next to her the same way.
I slipped one arm around her, beginning to stroke her back.
"I like that, Harry, very much. You have the magic touch when it comes to what I need."
My other hand touched her cheek and Mom turned her head to me.
"Touch me, play with me, make me even hornier than I already am, Harry. My nipples are hard, my pussy's dripping, I want your big cock in me, fucking me senseless."
We kissed deeply, intimately, tongue against tongue as my fingers moved down and explored her 42DD titties and large nipples. Man, she was aroused, whimpering and moaning into my mouth, her legs slowing opening and closing, fanning the flames of arousal. Her one hand found the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into her mouth as her other hand briefly felt up my chest and stomach before it settled on my hard cock. I moaned.
Mom's hand slowly stroked and squeezed my cock, learning everything she could about her son's love muscle.
"So big, so hard, so thick. Harry, I can't believe you fucked me so thoroughly the other night, that I so willingly took such a big cock so very deep in my pussy. You were in places I didn't even know I had, places no man had ever been, driving me crazy with the strength you had, the stamina to fuck me again and again, the desire to please me so completely. I want you now, Harry."
I ignored her request for immediate satisfaction and again kissed her deeply. My hand moved to the buttons on the front of her housedress and I undid the first two. This allowed me to slip my hand inside her housedress onto her large bra cups, feeling her breasts and nipples even more intimately. She loved it, moaning, feeling my fingers sliding up enough every now and then to touch her bare tit flesh.
Mom emphasized her need for sexual action by pulling down my zipper and pulling out my nine inches of manly cock. She stroked it slowly, enjoying the feel of this cock, her son's cock, the most taboo of cocks, jacking off her own son. The precum that bubbled out of the head she rubbed into the head with her thumb.
My hand on her tits now moved down across her rounded stomach, down her thigh to her knee, then up along the inside of her thigh. Mom sighed and spread her legs for me. Her panty crotch was hot and wet and she again jumped when I touched her crotch.
"Yes, Harry, yes, your mom needs you to touch her there just like that. I need you to work your magic on me, baby, give me what your dad couldn't or wouldn't."
I slipped my hand under her, grabbing at her panties and pulling them slightly off her ass. This loosened them up enough that I could bring that same hand back to the front of her panties, up to the waistband. She let out an "Oooh!" as my hand moved down inside the front of her panties, over her hairy, puffy mound and into her pussy from the front.
"Nice hot, wet pussy, Mom. You want my hand here, don't you? You want your son's hand in your panties, in your pussy, getting you off, don't you?"
"Yes, Harry, I admit it. I think about you and me, sexually, time and time again during the course of the day. I think of you, your lips, your hands, your muscular body. I think about your monster cock in my hand, moving between my legs, pressed against my pussy lips. I think about your big cock in me, in my tight little pussy, how naughty, how nasty, how erotic the fucking is, mom and son, and how much I want to cum on your cock and feel you cum up inside me. How, except for a few years, how dangerous your cock, your cum would be to me when it comes to making babies. Yet how much I'd like that."
We French- kissed for several minutes while I finger-fucked Mom's pussy and she stroked my cock. Her hips rocked and rolled, driving my finger even deeper into her.
"Shit, Harry, I'm close, very close. Your cock in my hand, your finger in my pussy, your tongue in my mouth..."
"Maybe my tongue licking your nipples, Mom, my lips sucking your nipples, my teeth nibbling of your nipples...."
"Harry, Harry, Harry, my son, my lover, ooooh.....", Mom wailed, as her body was consumed by the biggest, most painful orgasm of her life. "Harry, Harry, Harry", Mom whimpered again and again as her body shook from head to toe.
Her ass finally settled back down on the sofa as the orgasm passed and she fought for breath for a minute or two before her eyes opened.
"Take off your panties, Mom. "
Mom slid her panties down her thighs, past her knees and they now fell to her ankles. I watched intently as she moved her feet and her panties lay pooled on the floor.
I stood up and turned to face her. I watched my mom now turn and lay on her back on the couch. Then she drew her legs up, bent at the knees and made sure I was watching as the hem of her housedress slid up her thighs. Mom slowly opened her thighs wide, her open pussy and rounded ass on display for only her son.
"Take off your pants and boxers, Harry. Take them off and come fuck me before I explode. I want your dick, Harry, up inside me, now."
I did as I was told, removing my pants and boxers and climbing up between her forbidden thighs. I stretched out over her and felt the large, swollen head of my cock press against Mom's pussy lips.
"Do me, Harry. Fuck me, fuck your mom. Fill me with your cock, your cum, your spunk. Make babies with me, Harry. Please!"
I pushed and felt Mom's pussy yield to my rigid cock. Little by little, inch by inch, she took her son's incestuous cock deeper and deeper into tight little pussy.
"Mom, your pussy is stretching for me, fitting my cock like a glove. Oh, Mom, I love you."
"Give it to me, baby. Fuck me hard, fast and deep. Make me cum. Cum in me. Make us one."
And for the next hour or more, I fucked Mom just like she wanted. I fucked her relentlessly, making the couch creak and squeak, making Mom moan and groan, her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass, her fingers ripping the shit out of my back.
And time and time again, I heard "Harry, Harry, Harry", as Mom had orgasm after orgasm. And I pumped cum into her again and again and again, orgasming like it was my last night on earth.
Believe me, Mom fucked me every bit as furiously as I fucked her. Her legs worked to lift her full-figured ass off the couch every time I stroked into her, her legs relaxing on my out-stroke. She breathed hard, sweated like an athlete, matching me one for one. It was a valiant effort, but eventually we had nothing more to give each other. We both were totally spent.
Like the previous night, I again rolled us over on our side, still locked together, and spent a fair amount of time enjoying each other's body and the afterglow of a proper fuck.
"Mom, you are definitely not a one-night stand. You as a woman and a mom turn me on emotionally, sexually. I want to please you every way I can. I know you've been deprived of love, attention, sex for a long time, so whenever you want me back here to hold you, kiss you, touch you and fuck the daylights out of you, just say so. The ball's in your court ."
"Thank you, Harry. I love you and love how you make me feel. Once you leave tonight, stay close to the phone."
And when I left her, I knew there was more to come.Over the next month or so, Mom and I tried very hard to maintain a similar routine each week so as not to confuse my younger sister and three even younger brothers that Mom and I had a sexual relationship. I was invited to supper no more than two times a week (Mom said she was always sore the next day or two from the hard fucking I gave her). After supper, I spent the next couple of hours talking and playing with the kids.
Little did they know that, with Mom sitting next to me at the table, her knee was brushing against mine time and again. And when Mom's hand brushed against mine, we both felt a rush of lust. When I looked over at her, she smiled and looked down at her lap, looking coy and flirty.
When the meal was over, the kids scattered to different parts of the house while Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen. We soon learned that this time cleaning up was a perfect time to tease and flirt with each other, a perfect time to cop a quick feel or kiss. Knowing that we could be caught at any second by one of the kids fed our lust.
When we were done in the kitchen, Mom and I would go into the den so I could spend the next couple of hours laughing, talking to the kids, helping with homework or just watching television. And the whole time, Mom sat in her favorite chair on the other side of the room.
When she saw me looking at her, she would slowly open her legs, giving her adult son a look up under the hem of her housedress, way up along the inside of her thighs, a look that most moms wouldn't give their horny sons. And it made her feel so very naughty.
Only later on in the evening, when the kids were getting ready to go to bed, would Mom now look at me to make sure I was looking, then cross her legs, the motion slow and deliberate. Mom knew she was giving me an unobstructed view up under her housedress, way up to the very top of her thighs, a momentary flash of her tightly packed panty crotch. She would complete the move, one knee atop of the other, showing her adult son how hot and horny she was by staying this way.
Once the kids were upstairs and things were beginning to quiet down, Mom would slowly uncross her legs, then stand up and walk around the room turning off lights. With the den now illuminated only by the television, Mom would sit down by me on the couch, cuddling up in my arms.
This was a dangerous time for us, since one of the kids might come downstairs to want a drink. We played it cautious, my arm around her, rubbing her back, kissing, lightly exploring each other's body. It was SO erotic.
Once it had been quiet for several minutes, Mom went upstairs. She freshened up, brushed her hair, put a small amount of cologne in special places, then checked to be sure the kids were asleep. Satisfied, Mom came back downstairs. I heard her coming, her weight making one or more of the upper stairs squeak lightly. I stood and met Mom at the bottom of the steps, her on the bottom one, me on the floor. We were now eye to eye with the difference in heights.
My hands found her hips as her hands found my shoulder with one and the back of my head with the other. We now had the first intimate kiss of the night. My hands moved to her back as I began stroking her, something that Mom really liked. She pressed more and more of her full-figured body against me, her nipples hard, her puffy mound against my swollen manhood. She moaned as my hands moved to her ample ass, squeezing her, stroking her ass cheeks, something Mom REALLY liked. Her mouth opened, I began to tongue her, her hips beginning to rub herself against her son's forbidden cock. Yes, she was horny!!!
We stayed this way for several minutes, kissing and touching. Then I would step back and, taking Mom by the hand, walk Mom into the living room. She would go to the front door, making sure it was locked tight, adjusting the blinds on the door and front window to give us some light while I closed and locked the French doors, again closing us off from the rest of the house.
We would then meet in the center of the room for another several minutes of kissing and slowly exploring each other's body. It was a real turn-on for me to feel up my own mom, her ass so full-figured, her breasts so large, her nipples to hard. Mom was equally turned on by me, her son, touching her, but also by my willingness to kiss her, my body so muscular, my ass so tight, my cock, her own son's cock, so big and hard against her.
Every night we would sit on that couch, kissing, our hands slowly exploring each other's body. I never tired of running my hands over her tits, undoing one or two buttons of her housedress, my hand feeling her up, her breast covered by only her bra.
I never tired of slipping my hand down her thigh to her knee, then slowly up along the inside of her thigh. It intrigued me that Mom, knowing this was her son's hand, so willingly opened her legs for me, whimpering in my mouth, her legs shaking, knowing I would soon touch her panty-clad pussy. The crotch of her panties was always hot and wet and she showed her appreciation for what I did for her by stroking my above-average cock through the front of my pants. Damn, that felt good!
One way or another I always loosened up her panties to slip my fingers into her pussy and finger-fucked her for several minutes be fore I moved my hand to her engorged clit. I rubbed and rolled Mom's clit just the way she wanted and she always had one or two orgasms before she asked me to fuck her. And by the time I had my hand in her pussy, giving what she needed, Mom had my cock exposed, all nine inches, and was slowly stroking my manhood.
Every one of those nights, after giving her one or two orgasms on my fingers, Mom would strip off her panties. I would stand, taking off my pants and boxers, watching her turn and lay on her back on couch. It was SO erotic to see my plus-sized mom get comfortable on her back, then draw up her legs, bent at the knees. Her housedress would slide up her thighs, her legs would part, and I would see Mom exposed to me, her son, in all her naughty, nasty, horny beauty.
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck your mom with that big cock, that cock I think about day and night. Fuck me, baby,, make your mom cum all over your dick. Fuck like your dad never did, Harry. Fuck me again and again and again. Pump your forbidden seed deep inside my pussy, Harry. I want your cum up my pussy, dripping down the crack of my ass. I want a deep, thick puddle of our cum under me, Harry."
And every night I was there, I moved between her open thighs and gave Mom all nine inches of my cock, slowly, since her pussy was so tight. And once I had it all in her, I fucked her hard, fast and deep. I fucked her like I was raping her, viciously, repeatedly. And Mom always came numerous times, her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, her fingernails clawing my back. Mom fucked me as furiously as I fucked her, as if this was her last night on earth.
Mom admitted that the fact that our relationship was incest pushed her to greater heights when it came to being turned on; that the fact this was incest made kissing me and touching me so very erotic: the fact this was incest made stroking my cock so taboo. And when she felt my oversized cock press against her pussy lips and slip up inside her, she just lost all inhibitions and fucked like she never fucked before.
By the end of that month or so, things began to change.