Memories of Mother

I glanced down at her fingers slipping the buttons free, then slowly pulling one side of her blouse away from her body. The round form of her breast came into view, the full mound rising from the delicate lace of her brassiere cup.

"You like girls with big tits, don't you baby?" Her fingers slid beneath the breast, gently caressing, then squeezing the round globe. I felt my cock surging within my jeans, eyes wide as I followed her fingers. Her question hardly required an answer, the truth was so evident.

She lifted the glass to her full lips and drained the last of the drink before leaning over to place the glass on the table in front of the sofa. As she leaned back, her fingers grasped the other side of her blouse and pulled the panel of fabric back before shrugging the garment off her shoulders and casting it aside. Both breasts were now offered for my appreciation, each mound cradled in slender fingers as she squeezed and lifted them.

"What do you think sweetheart, do I have a future in television?" She laughed, her body sagging on the sofa until our shoulders touched. One hand dropped from her breast and came to rest on the top of my thigh.

"Maybe Fantasy Island would want me, you know, the story about a boy's fantasy about his mother?" I was familiar with her wandering mind and fanciful thinking, so her conversation was nothing new. It was the provocative subject matter that was different, as she played the sexual edge between the two of us. I was a bit anxious about what we were doing, but I was also very excited by her. I peered down into her brassiere at her beautiful breasts, then at the fingers gently massaging my leg. On impulse I reached up with my left hand and adjusted the bulge which was uncomfortably wedged into my undershorts and jeans. My mother was staring down and didn't miss my move. Her fingers slithered along the inside of my thigh and I knew precisely where they were headed.

"Poor baby's got an owwie?" The fingertips eased over the bulge, then spread as her fingers formed atop my swollen manhood. I groaned.

"Maybe if mommie kisses it you'll feel better." Her fingers found the zipper and began pulling it down. I felt frozen in place, wanting more than anything for this fantasy to continue, yet totally at a loss as to what I was supposed to do as it happened. Should I help her open my pants? Should I caress her body, slide my fingers over those lush breasts? My cock ached in my pants as the zipper slid over the bulge. Then she was undoing the brass button at the waist. She'd pushed herself off the cushion now and turned to face me, both hands working to open my jeans. The white cotton shorts stretched across the form of my rigid member which lay to one side atop my thigh. I watched her fingers once again clutch me, now through only one layer of cotton. My organ twitched in her hand. Her face lifted until her eyes met my gaze. I could read the excitement in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the moistness of her pouting lips.

"This will feel a lot better, baby, I promise." Her words were breathless. Her eyes lowered as I gazed at her beautiful face in profile. Her fingers pulled the waistband of my shorts out, then down until my cock popped free, rising from the lush curls of my loins and into the cool afternoon air. Fingers slid down the shaft and clutched the base as her head descended. I knew about this kiss. It had been part of my fantasy life for quite some time now. Yet, never in my wildest imagination did I expect it would be my mother's mouth that would offer me my first experience with this magical kiss.

Her tongue extended to moisten her lips as they parted. Then I felt the excruciatingly sweet touch of tongue on the sensitive crown of my cock, followed immediately by lips that softened in what could only be called a kiss. I stared wide-eyed at my mother's lips kissing even as they spread over the bulging crown. My eyes followed her lips slide down as I experienced the moist flesh of her mouth enveloping me, caressing me. Her tongue swirled within her mouth and I groaned at the sensation. It was unlike anything I'd ever imagined! It was as though the softest glove in the world was caressing me, enveloping me with moisture, warmth and the gentlest sucking sensation that absolutely drove me wild! Then her mouth was lifting, again with delicious slowness. When she reached the top of my throbbing organ she kissed me one more time before raising her open mouth from my cock. She turned her head, heavy eyes meeting my hungry gaze, a smile slowly spreading across her glistening lips.

"Better?" My breathing was coming in gasps. All I could do was smile weakly and shake my head up and down. I didn't know whether we were finished for the day or just beginning. My cock was aching for release and if we were ending I knew I had to beat off. I simply couldn't read my mother's intentions. But then she was moving next to me, turning to kneel in front of the sofa, her back pushing the table away as she reached up for the top of my shorts and began dragging them off my legs. My jeans and shorts suddenly were gone and my mother was shuffling between my parted legs, her face once again above my rampant erection.

I stared down at her, eyes taking in her beautiful face poised above my cock, which once again was clutched in her slender fingers, as well as the full breasts threatening to tumble out of her lowcut brassiere. Then she was kissing me again, her tongue sliding out and around the sensitive rim at the top of my cock. Her eyes held my gaze as she played her game with my young manhood, knowing full well how turned on I was by what she was doing to me. My hips shuddered on the sofa, legs falling wider apart. Her head had begun bobbing up and down now, a movement that created the most incredible sensations that spread through my loins.

Fingers of one hand firmly stroked my cock as fingers of the other cradled my scrotum. I knew I wasn't long for this world, that my body was about to explode as it had in her bedroom. Only this time she wouldn't be watching my cum surge from my erupting organ, she'd feel it against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth. The idea drove me over the edge and with a loud groan I erupted between her pursed lips, ejaculating hot, thick liquid into her sucking mouth. I watched her swallow my cum, amazed that she could do such a thing yet infinitely grateful she did so. She continued sucking and repeated waves of release washed over me, my cock giving up smaller and smaller quantities of juice while the surging sensations became more and more intense until I could stand it no more.

My fingers flew from my sides to still my mother's head. Slowly she lifted her mouth until her pursed lips released the bulging top of my cock. String's of cum extended from her lips to my glistening organ. She kissed my one last time, her tongue swirling around the crown to capture the last of my cum, which she quickly swallowed, her eyes fixed to my gaze, a smile crossing her face and lips. I sagged against the cushion, my body completely drained of energy as well as fluid. I watched her slowly rise, noting her unsteadiness and reminding myself that she was drunk. But drunk or not, she'd just given me the most incredible orgasm of my young life!
Then she was leaning toward me. I had no idea what she had in mind. She kneeled on the sofa and swung one leg across my lap, flexing her knees as she lowered her body atop me. She leaned forward until firm breasts touched my chest and soft silk of her panties came to rest on my naked genitals. My cock was still heavy from its profound arousal and despite the intense release, had enough sensitivity that I could feel the silk rubbing against me.

With a great effort of will I lifted my arms from my side, hands finding my mother's bare waist and sliding around to return the embrace she was giving me. My fingers slid up her back until they made contact with the elastic band of her brassiere. I toyed with it, reminding myself that the clasp holding the delicate harness in place must be somewhere along its length. I don't think she intended for me to undo it, but I suddenly felt inspired to feel the heavy breasts now against my chest naked. I grasped the elastic, moving from one side to the other until I felt a thickening that must be the clasp. I maneuvered it from one side, then the other until at last I felt the two halves parting.

I released my grasp, reaching up until I found the shoulder straps, which now lay slackened on her back. I pulled the straps out and began pulling them down her arms. I felt her lips on my neck and understood that she was longing for her own release. I didn't know exactly how it was going to occur, but sensed that she expected me to play a role in the event. I felt her push away from me as the straps slid lower. I peered up at her face and found her eyes holding my gaze as I pulled her brassiere down and off her incredible breasts.

Before I knew what was happening her fingers had taken hold on my hands and were lifting them toward the fullness of her bosom. I gingerly spread my fingers, sliding them beneath each mound before gently lifting and squeezing as she had done only a short while before. To my surprise I also felt my cock filling out beneath the silken pouch covering my mother's loins. Maybe that will be the instrument of my mother's relief I mused as my hips lifted ever so slightly off the cushion.

I peered up at my mother's face, her eyes unfocused as she gazed down at me. A sexy smile crossed her lips as she bent closer. I could smell the bourbon on her breath as her mouth descended. I'd never thought about kissing my mother before but the thought was strangely exciting, perhaps stirred by the same juices lifting my cock between my mother's thighs at that very moment. Lips touched mine and I eagerly responded, shocked for only a moment when I tasted my own cum on my mother's tongue as it slid into my mouth.

My inhibitions melted as her tongue danced between my lips and the kiss quickly deepened. At the same time my mother was reaching down between our bodies, fingers slithering over my belly until I felt her firm grip on my cock which was once again ready for action. I knew instinctively what she had in mind and the prospect was more than a little intriguing. I groaned as she dragged my organ across the silk. Our kiss broke and I gazed up into her face. Her eyes were wild with excitement! How long had it been since she'd made love with a man? I had no idea what the answer to that question was, but I was certainly aware that what we were doing together was taboo. My mother had never done anything this forbidden before!

I felt the silk panties being pulled to the side. The tip of my cock was suddenly being caressed by soft lips, tender folds of flesh not unlike the lips that had kissed me so passionately only a short while ago. My hips lifted off the cushions, a movement over which I had no control. My body was taking over and it clearly knew about fucking even if I didn't. My mother's knees were flexing and the softness continued to engulf me, inch by excruciating inch! Oh my god, this was so incredible. The soft, silken glove of my mother's pussy, at once warm and wet, holding me in its velvet grip! I groaned again.

My mother clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted from me. Her hips rocked forward and back above me, stirring my cock in the depths of her pussy. I stared up at her, eyes moving from her face to her shuddering breasts. Her eyes were glazed with excitement as she rode my throbbing organ. Her fingers gripped my shoulders to steady herself, though her bucking body never seemed completely out of control. She knew where she was headed and from the expression on her face I sensed she was getting closer and closer. And I had to admit that despite my recent orgasm, the spring within my loins was tightening as well. Her fury was contagious!

Suddenly she leaned down and we once again were kissing, my tongue mimicking the movement of my cock within my mother's cunt. I didn't know that word before we made love that day. But as our kiss broke she began screaming at me to ram my cock into her cunt. I threw my body at her and suddenly we were tumbling off the sofa onto the floor. Amazingly our bodies remained connected! I was now between her upraised thighs, my body free at last to move as it was meant to move. I stared down into her eyes and saw the pleading question. She was so hungry for release and for the first time in her life it was her only son about to offer it to her.

My hips drove forward and back, guided by clutching fingers squeezing my bottom. And suddenly I was cumming again, an explosion that seemed to rip my insides apart. My mother screamed out her release, fingernails tearing into my flesh as her hips shuddered beneath me. I collapsed against her body, chest heaving as I gasped for air.

I don't know how long we lay there in one another's arms. My cock finally slipped out of my mother's body as my breathing slowly came back to normal. When I lifted my head I saw that my mother's eyes were closed. From her breathing I knew she'd fallen asleep. I wondered how much of that afternoon she'd remember. I also wondered whether it was possible for a mother and son to sustain a sexual relationship. I smiled, certain that at least for myself I wanted more of this amazing, forbidden passion. I slowly rose, careful on to disturb this gorgeous creature lying beneath me wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. I picked up my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I needed a shower.