The Keeping promise Part 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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I lived in the Marshall Island section of New south Wales with my mother and father when the world was a different place. It was like living within walking distance of Wonderland. The air was filled with the colors of the sideshows, the sounds of the rides, and the smells of the food stands. No matter how many times I was in the midst of it, I was always filled with awe. Even in the winter when everything was closed, the streets exuded excitement. 

Another source of excitement I found at home. My mother had the most beautiful body in the world; at least that’s how it seemed to me when I was young. I used to tease her about how sexy she was. She always called me her ‘sweet liar’ but I knew she was pleased whenever I told her. She never dressed to call attention to herself but the graceful curves of her breasts and hips were hard to miss. She would prove to be the focus of my sexual awakening and focus of sexual ‘everything else’ in my life. 

The first time I ever touched my mother in a way that made my heart seem like it would pound out of my chest, we were in the house of horrors. It actually was nothing more than a dark tunnel that had flashing lights on masked dummies. I pretended to be excited about the ride and as I playfully held her arm, I pushed the back of my hand into the side of her breast and kept it there. The soft sweater and rounded fullness gave me feelings I didn’t know what to do with. That was the trigger that shot my feelings for her in a direction most sons don’t go in.

A few years later I had her lovely flesh in my hand. My mother and father had just finished one of their frequent fights and he had slammed the screen door and left. She was crying audibly in their room and I walked in to find her sitting on the bed with her face in her hands. She must have been in the middle of getting dressed when their fight started. She was wearing a white cotton bra and panties. The only other thing she had on was a tan stocking.

I was overwhelmed by the sight and stood stark still until she felt my presence. She was too upset to concern herself with her state of undress and when she looked up she only said, “Oh Stevel…” as she kept on crying. I walked over to her to soothe her and stroked her soft blond hair.

I said, “Don’t cry mom…he’s a piece of shit.” By that time I hated my father for the way he treated us but this was the first time I had ever said anything like that to my mother. Her head was on my chest and I was looking at the full creamy cleavage that filled her bra. As I stroked her neck and shoulders I let my hand brush over the soft cotton bra. When I did it a few times and my mother didn’t seem to mind, I held one of her breasts and began fondling it. She was slow to react; then she covered my hand with hers and said, “Oh honey, you shouldn’t do that.” I told her I just wanted to touch her because she was so beautiful and she said, “No baby, I’m not beautiful any more, I’m just a used up woman that your father’s tired of.”

I was emboldened and said, “If he is, he’s an idiot. I would never get tired of you. Mom…If I wasn’t your son, I would want to be with you all the time…if I were the kind of person that you would want…” 

“Of course you would be Stevel…” 

“I wonder what it would be like mom…do you ever think…?” 

“Oh Stevel…I…” She stopped talking and just stared off.

I said, “Would it be terrible if I just touched you here for a while?”

She hesitated a moment and said quietly, “No Stevel, it wouldn’t be terrible but…just for a minute.” I took the straps down and uncovered the full warm flesh. My mother closed her eyes. I had seen her breasts naked a few times before, in the dark when she thought I was asleep, but seeing the big pink nipples on her fair skin made my already hard dick press mercilessly against my fly. As I touched her she said, “Oh sweetheart…it feels so good…so good to be wanted again.”

For a long while, I followed the contours of her silky curves, thinking how beautiful the fine green veins looked under the translucent skin. I watched her nipples harden as I rolled them between my fingers. I wanted to do more but I was hesitant and not even sure what to do. My mother sat there for the first ten minutes not moving. Then I heard her breathing steadily deepen as she put her hand over her panties. I watched in fascination to see what she was doing but her hand hardly moved. She seemed to be flexing and circling gently with her fingers. I asked, “Mom, can I kiss you?”

She opened her eyes and gave me a sweet smile, “Yes baby…yes.” I tasted her lips for a long time and then moved to her nipples. I held both big cones in my hand and alternately suckled. As I pulled deeply on the elongated rubbery tips I felt her flinch. She began shaking a little and saying, “Oh God…what am I…Oh Stevel…oh Stevel, oh…OH…OH.” I didn’t know what was happening; I thought maybe I was hurting her.

I said “Mom, are you okay, should I get you some water?”

She took the hand that was not between her legs and drew my head back to her breast. “Don’t stop, Stevel…don’t stop sucking.” I sucked her nipples hard, almost expecting sweet fluid to fill my mouth. I lashed the rubbery tip with my tongue and her body twitched as she moaned. Finally her breathing calmed and she gave a long exhale. I must have looked at her with surprised naiveté because she then said to me as if she needed to explain, “You made me come Stevel.” She looked between my legs for a long moment and I was embarrassed by the evident bulge. Then as if she had decided something, she stood up. As she pulled up her bra she kissed me and said, “That was lovely Stevel, you made your momma feel good but promise me you won’t tell your father or anybody what happened.”

I said, “I promise mom; anyway, I wouldn’t tell that fuck if his hair was on fire.” I’d never said ‘fuck’ in front of her before but she just laughed and gave me a small kiss on the lips. I was ‘buzzing’ for hours after that and when I found one of her stockings in the bathroom; the intensity came back to me.

As I held the sheer nylon over my nose and mouth, I started rubbing my cock. I could smell her: her flesh, her legs, her sex. All my fantasies coalesced and I imagined myself between her creamy thighs. I was in her and she was smiling. I was in her and she was happy. I was in my mother’s pussy. I was fucking my mother…fucking her and fucking her it really fact and I am a motherfucker. As cum exploded from the tip of my jerking cock, I didn’t even hear myself calling out, “Mom…mom…mom.” It wasn’t until my mother came to the door and asked if I was okay that I realized what had happened I am awake from my dream.

For days after that my mother gently rebuffed my attempts to touch her by saying “We shouldn’t honey,” or “your father will hear us.” Although I masturbated a lot, I was still so frustrated that I told my only very close friend Lee about the episode with my mother. I guess I wanted to re-live it. Lee made me re-live it time after time. He couldn’t get enough no matter how many times or ways I told him the story. He made me describe every detail, every day, especially of my mother’s body.

It didn’t take long for it to come back and haunt me. Lee’s mother called mine. It turned out that Lee had tried to feel his mother up. Between the slaps he took he must have said something like, “Steve’s mother let him.” My mom convinced her that it was just adolescent fantasy and it never happened. Boy was she pissed. She glared at me for two days without saying a word. When she finally did, we had a long talk and I really understood what I had done. Besides my apology, I determined never to go back on my word with her again; promises had to be kept. I told Lee that I had made it all up.

About a year later, I had sex with my mother. Things had gone from bad to worse with my father but mom felt she couldn’t leave because we had no place to go and she had never had a job. I always told her that when I finished school I would get a job and we would move out.

On the night it happened my father was passed out drunk on the couch. When I came in she was standing all disheveled with her hands on the back of a chair, looking at him shaking her head. When she saw me she gave me a look of resigned desperation. I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.

We stood for a few moments and my cock hardened against her ass. She reached back over her shoulders and caressed my neck and put her fingers in my hair. I unbuttoned the dress and put one hand under her bra. There was no resistance. I lifted her dress and she stepped out of the panties I pulled down. I reached under her ass and held her soft cunt in my hand. There was only a fine silky covering over her pussy lips. My arm rested between the well-rounded globes of her ass as I stroked my mother’s humid center.

I took out my cock and attempted to insert it into my mother’s pussy from behind. Mom realized that I was having some difficulty so she helped by putting one foot up on the chair and that gave me easy access to her moist opening. She pressed the head of my cock into her waiting pussy. With each push I went deeper into her channel. It was a tight fit and my mother’s closed-mouth whimpers let me know that she liked what I was doing to her.

Our moans were hard to contain and my mother’s fierce whispers were strained as she turned her head to get close to my ear and say, “Yes baby…you want your momma’s pussy don’t you…you love your momma don’t you…you want to put your cock inside me don’t you baby?”

I put my mouth on her ear and said, “Yes mom … yes…yes... I want your pussy…I want you mom…I want you…” My father was only two feet from us and I knew she was looking at him with loathing and gloating as my cock moved up into her belly. Her son was fucking her as he lay there drunk and she was glad. I had never felt anything like it in my life. My mother’s pussy seemed to be sucking on my cock as the walls of her channel grabbed the shaft inside her. With each stab of my swollen manhood my mother caught her breath. When she couldn’t contain herself any longer she reached back and put her hand on me to stop me. She put her leg down and my cock came out of her.

Mom took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom upstairs. She took off her dress as I took off my jeans. She leaned over the vanity and used her hands to spread herself for me. My long shaft penetrated her pussy again and I started pumping harder as she grabbed the sink for balance. I pulled her bra under her breasts and took the globes I had longed for into my hands once again as I looked at her in the mirror. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman who was my mother was letting me fuck her, wanting me to fuck her, telling me too fuck her…fuck her forever. That was all I ever wanted to hear.

Each gliding stroke into her slippery cunt brought me closer to the edge. I didn’t know if my mother used anything to keep from getting pregnant but at that moment I didn’t care. She must have known that I was about to come because she stopped and said, “Wait baby…wait.” She turned and there was a fierce look in her eyes. She kissed me hard and was flushed. When she pulled back she was talking under her breath unintelligibly. She reached into the cabinet and took out the Vaseline. She slathered it on my cock. I almost came as she rubbed it on. “Now” she said, “Fuck me in the ass... fuck that bastard’s wife in the ass…fuck your mother in the ass …” I didn’t do it.

I wanted to have her any way I could but the way she was out of control was alarming and made me stop. I just felt that it wasn’t the right thing to do, not at that time. She was almost in tears, crazed and at the edge. She turned and looked at me with the pent up emotion of all the bad years on her face and slowly she dissolved. I’ve never seen tears that big or copious. She shook in my arms for ten minutes and when she finally calmed, she kissed me and said, “Thank you baby…thank you for loving me.” I stroked her and soothed her for a long time and when she calmed, she began touching me tentatively. She took my cock into her hand. She said with a raised eyebrow and a smile as I hardened, “You might have done some damage with this thing.” She kissed me deeply and as she rubbed along the shaft she said, “Let momma take care of you.”

In the space of one long kiss, my mother made me come. Her hands felt like velvet on my cock. She drew back and forth with her fist almost encircling the thickness of my shaft. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair as I felt my explosion approach. I moaned in her mouth as the first jet of cum made audible contact with her skin. I splashed on her belly and then on her thighs and I could feel her massaging the cum on her pussy while her tongue played in my mouth. 

The next morning my worst fears were realized. I had spent the night anticipating my mother’s remorse even though I felt none of it. I was only filled with love and desire. As soon as we were alone, we had the inevitable ‘talk’. Through her tears mom said, “I’m so sorry baby…I’ve made such a mess of things…involving you…I was so angry and frustrated but it was selfish of me…it can’t be right…doing these things…”

I kissed her cheek and held her and said, “We only loved each other mom…was it so bad to have me in you…loving you?”

“No baby…no…I don’t mean that it didn’t feel good…it felt wonderful… but…oh honey, if you weren’t my son there’s no one I would rather have…loving me…”

“Mom, I can’t pretend that I don’t want you…are we just going to…mom, I love you…I love you”

“Oh sweetie…I love you more than…oh God…I don’t know…I…” As we talked I stroked her back and gently kissed her cheek and neck each time I told her I loved her - which I did…and wanted her more than I had ever imagined wanting anything. Her breathing deepened and the talk stopped. Everything hung in the air and remained unresolved. She kissed me on the lips and said, “You’d better get to college” but not before her tongue had sought out mine and caressed it.