Motherly Love

I'm still not sure how it all happened. It started off as just another summer weekend. My mother had kept me busy all day moving furniture and cleaning up around the house. It was the end of a long hot summer and I wouldn't have to go back to school for another six weeks. I was starting my senior year in high school that year. While dressed only in an old pair of cut-off jean shorts, I worked laboriously in the stifling heat. Mom was wearing navy-blue shorts and a white blouse tied off at her mid-riff, revealing just a glimpse of her slim waistline. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail with one of those brightly colored elastic bands that she favored so much.

Mom was a real knock-out. She could have easily passed as a model, even at her age of 39. She had the figure that younger women would have killed for. Her breasts were large, but not obscenely so. Her eyes are light blue and her long body waved brown hair reached down to just below her waist. She was 5'10", only two inches shorter than I, and had long slender legs to match.

Mom walked into the living room just as I was finishing moving the couch to a new location. She watched me silently for a few moments as I grunted and strained and finally accomplished my goal, although not without completely drenching myself in sweat. The whole time my mother was strangely silent. Finally she spoke.

"You know Eric, you're turning into quite a man. I can't believe you handled that couch all by yourself. I hadn't really noticed how muscular you are until now. Have you been working out?"

"Yah, some of the guys and I lift weights after school. It's no big deal."

"Okay...So. Why don't you go upstairs and get a shower. Since dad is out of town, I don't I'll think cook dinner. I was thinking I would just phone out for a pizza. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great!" While upstairs taking my shower, I kept thinking about the way mom had admired and praised my body. In one way it felt weird and little uncomfortable, but in another way it was an amazing turn-on. It may sound odd, but I had never really thought of my mother as a woman before. To me she was just mom. But now thinking about her reaction to me, I realized I was really attracted to her physically as a woman. Who wouldn't be? I had a raging hard-on, so I soaped it up, and started stroking it. I was just about to get my rocks off, when there was a knock at the bathroom door. "Hurry up in there son, the pizza is here and its going to get cold unless you get out of there in this century." I quickly rinsed off and got out and dried myself off. I then realized that I forgot my clothes in my room. Grabbing a terry-cloth robe, I wrapped myself and started to tie it off as I quickly headed out the bathroom door. I almost ran over top of mom in the process. She was standing just outside the door apparently about to knock on the door again.

"Oh, I'm sorry mom. I didn't know you were there."

"It's all right, I'm not hurt. Never mind getting dressed, Eric. Just come on downstairs and eat."

I couldn't be sure but I thought that my chance collision with mom had given her momentary glance at my stiff rod before I had finished tying my robe close. If she did, she didn't mention it. We went downstairs and ate our pizza and made a lot of small talk in the process. Finally I decided to ask about dad.

"When's dad coming back from his business trip, mom?"

"Monday evening, hon."

"Missed him?"

"You bet! He's been gone for a whole two weeks." She smiled mischievously. "In fact I went shopping for him yesterday. He's going to be really surprised."

"What did you buy, mom?"

"Never mind, son. I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"Come on, mom. You can tell me."

"It's an adult thing Eric. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Hey! I'm an adult too you know. I am almost 18."

Once again mom was uncharacteristically quiet. Finally she sighed and replied, "You know, Eric, you're right. You are an adult. I guess there is no reason you shouldn't know. I bought a sexy nightgown and few accessories to go with it. Your dad will really get a kick out of it."

"Wow, cool! I don't guess you would be willing to show it to me." What I had meant was for her to show me the stuff. But from the way mom flushed and turned red, I knew that she took my meaning that I wanted her to try the stuff on and model it for me.

"I can't do that, Eric! I'm your mother." I knew that I was on dangerous ground, but now that the thought was planted the temptation was too much and I decided to be bold. I guess it was the thought of seeing my mom in a revealing way that emboldened me or maybe it was my heightened state of arousal. Whatever it was, I had visions in my head of one my greatest fantasies coming true, and I just couldn't let it stop here without another try.

"Ah come on mom. It's no big deal. Nobody's going to know and you probably would like to get my opinion anyway. What are you afraid of anyway?"

Once again there was a long pause. I'm not sure what was going through her mind but clearly she was struggling with some inner reservations. Finally she responded, not in her usual self-assured manner, but rather timidly.

"Well, I suppose it couldn't really hurt anything to let you see. Wait here and I'll call you up to the bedroom when I'm dressed."

I could hardly believe my ears! I was going to get to see my gorgeous mother in a way I could have only dreamed of before. I had an almost instantaneous erection. I had to shift around in my chair as she left the room so she wouldn't see it. My heart was beating furiously and it seemed like forever before she called me upstairs.

"Okay, Eric. Come on up..." As I entered my parents' bedroom, mom said from the bathroom:

"I'm almost ready, I just wanted to fix my make-up and hair so you can see the whole effect of what dad is going to see. Why don't you sit on the bed. I'll be out in just a second."

As I sat there waiting, the tension and excitement in the air was intense -- or so it seemed to me. I wasn't sure what mom was feeling. I fully expected to get nothing more then a brief moment of a titillation and then excuse myself to bathroom where I could finish jacking-off. I was now extremely hard and I felt the almost desperate need for satisfaction. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard mom call out from the bathroom.

"Are you ready? Prepare yourself for a new view of your old mom." Out stepped mom and what I saw was much better than my wildest dreams! I was literally stunned at the transformation. Mom looked truly beautiful. She obviously had applied her makeup with great skill, her eyes were seductively done with a light blue shadowing effect and her lipstick was a contrasting bright cherry red. She was wearing a sheer light blue nearly transparent top that came down to just below her waist line. Underneath it was a lacy blue push-up silk bra that just barely covered her nipples. It cupped her big breasts firmly up together to reveal an astonishing view of her cleavage. Her panties matched her bra, and were very frilly in the front. She had on a dark- blue garter belt to hold up a sheer pair of black silk stockings. The final contribution to this wardrobe was a pair of blue spiked high-heel shoes that matched the color of the outfit. She had also let down her brown hair and it flowed over back. She spun around once or twice and then smiled in my direction. Gone was any sign of timidity on mom's part. She was clearly pleased with herself and even more pleased with the effect she was having on me.

"Well. What do you think?" I could barely breathe much less talk. But somehow I managed to stammer out my appreciation of what I was seeing. Mom seemed genuinely grateful for my reaction. I could tell she was really enjoying this little show. She would look at herself in the mirror as she turned first one way than another. All the while she would ask me questions about what, I thought. She asked me if the make-up was too much and if the shoes were overdoing it, etc. I was too busy staring to give very meaningful replies. Finally sensing the profound effect she was having on me she turned and looked me straight in the eye and with an amused smile she said:

"Eric, am I turning you on?"

"Uh...Uh...Mom I...I...I don't know what to say. I'm sorry if I am upsetting You. I don't mean any harm."

"It's okay son. It's actually quite flattering. I'm pretty sure what you are experiencing is quite normal."

She glanced at the now obvious bulge under my robe and with a gleam in her eye that almost matched her diamond stud earrings, she chuckled and said:

"Yes, I was right Eric. You are turning into a man." Then she turned back to mirror a moment more as if considering her next action and then turned back to look at me with a new strange look in her eyes. This was a look I had never seen from her before.

"Eric, I've been a little bit naughty and satisfied your wish to let you see me this way. Now it's your turn to do something for me. Since, I am after all a woman there are a couple of questions I want to ask you, not so much as a mother, but more as a woman to a man."

"Okay, mom. What do you want to know?"

"Tell me the truth now. Have you slept with any of your girlfriends?"

"Well...uhhh...Yah...Linda, and I have done it."

"I suspected that you were, but I didn't know how to ask you that until now. I'm glad you are being honest with me about this."

Mom again hesitated, as if she was building up her courage to ask me something else. Her eyes darted briefly down to the now obvious bulge in my robe before meeting my own awkward stare again. She was speaking softly and hesitantly as if she wasn't sure of herself.

"Eric, since, we are both being bold here, there is something else I want to ask you if you don't mind."

"What mom?"

"Well...If you are so turned on, does that mean that you are going to... uhhh,... are you going to...I guess what I want to know is are you going to masturbate?"

I answered her shame-facedly with my face blushing crimson.

"Yes..."

"I see. And I guess you will be thinking about my body, won't you?"

"Yes." I answered hoarsely and hung my head in shame. "It's alright, son. I can assure you that it is normal for young boys to have sexual fantasies about their mothers. It's not alright though for mothers and sons to act out on those fantasies. Do you understand, son?"

"Yes, mom."

"Good. Still, you should understand that mothers are women and we have sexual fantasies also. Do you know what I am talking about?"

"Uh, sort of...but not exactly, mom."

"This is going to sound a little bit naughty, but I really don't mean anything bad. Its just that I kind of always had this, ah you know, silly fantasy. I hope you want think badly of me but I want to...that is to say this fantasy is...Oh, never mind I can't ask you to do that."

"What, mom? It's okay. After what you just did for me I owe you the favor."

"Well this may sound a little ridiculous. You'll never believe this but I have actually never seen a man masturbate. If your father does it, he does it in private. I've always been really curious about that. Will you show me how you do it?"

I stood up, untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. Mom gasped...

"My lord! It's so big!" Then I sat back down on the bed, dressed only in my birthday suit, and began to slowly stroke my hard-on. Mom stared in fascination and inched nearer so she could see more closely what I was doing. Her face and chest became flushed and her breathing became more labored. Clearly mom was highly aroused by what she was seeing. Then, a surprising thing happened, she started subconsciously rubbing her crotch ever so slightly with her right hand. When she realized what she was doing, she started to pull her hand back.

"It's okay mom, you don't have to stop. I don't mind." In a flash her hand shot back to her crotch and she started to slowly rub herself with her right hand. With a flushed face, she paused for a moment to pull her lace top over her head and tossed it aside.

"It's getting hot in here." She said, apologetically.

Then with a slightly embarrassed smile she said in a wavering voice, "I guess we are both a little bit in heat." She continued to rub her pussy with her right hand while her left hand stroked her nipples through the sheer cloth of her sexy bra. I was physically willing myself not to cum yet. I wanted this show to last as long as possible and it took all of my willpower to do so. Mom, was clearly approaching the edge and she craved more stimulation.

Setting aside any remaining reservations she must have had, she did something which absolutely astonished me. She got right next to me to get a real close view of my cock, then she hiked up one leg on the bed. Her panties were crotchless!!! I now had a clear view of my mother's cunt inches from my face. The swollen pink lips of her labia minora glistened with her juices. As I watched my mother reached down and spread her inner lips with her fingertips and plunged two fingers within her cunt Then she withdrew her freshly-lubricated fingers to rub her clit. As she did this I could see and smell the wonderful scent of the juices on her fingers and I noticed for the first time that her panties were likewise drenched. In fact, some of her juices were now running down the inside of one of her thighs and the scent of her arousal permeated the air.

That was all I could take. Throwing all caution to the winds, I reached over and gently placed a hand on each of her hips. Mom was so into friggin herself I don't think she even noticed. So I slid my hands down her side and grabbed her ass cheeks and then before she could do anything to stop me, I pulled her sopping cunt firmly into my face. She let out a cry of dismay and immediately began to struggle.

"No Eric! Stop! What are you doing?"

But I had gone too far to stop now, so I ignored her attempt to pull away and clenched tightly to her ass. My tongue forced it way between the folds her crotchless panties and found its way into her vaginal canal and for the first time I tasted of my mother's pussy juices. She shuddered, and gasped loudly, and her struggling weakened but by no means ceased. She still resisted and made a meager effort to pull away.

"Eric, *gasp*, you can't *gasp* do this! This isn't right...please stop!"

I held her ass cheeks firmly so that she couldn't pull away. Then my tongue found its way to her clit and the effect was almost as if an electric charge went through her body. She stiffened and arched her back, involuntarily shoving her womanhood tightly to my face. At the same moment she cried out loudly, almost screaming.

"Ooooh god!!!!...Oh god!!!...You mustn't do this." But her struggling faded in spite of her words, and the gasping and moaning that came forth from her was really surprising. I was so turned on now I was ready to explode, but not until I finished eating my mom's pussy.

Then she began to hump her hips in my face. She was fucking my face in the frenzy of a mad lust-craving woman. And the things that came out of my mother's mouth were beyond belief. I had never heard her say anything like it before.

"Oh, ughhhh... Oh god! It feels good!... Oh god! Yes, Eric... Ohhhh Yes!... Eat me son...lick it... yes... yes... oh god... Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, Eric..."

Then she started bucking her hips really hard and moaning really loud. I could tell she was starting to come. Then with a high pitched shriek she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face really tight into her mound and held it there almost suffocating me while simultaneously shaking from her orgasmic frenzy.