What you think here it is Part 3

Note : This story is competely fictional!

Hai readers what you thinks about this you got anything from your nostalgia.

The next high school years were interesting for two reasons. I became involved in a business project and un-involved with Doreen. The business project was part of a program called “Upstart’s Startups.” It was actually a competition in the business school for students to get their own company off the ground. My roommate and I developed a program that collected information on new patents and the keyed it to the needs of existing companies and we wrote a weekly newsletter for three sectors of the economy. 

We weren’t Google, and we didn’t re-invent the wheel, but by the end of the year we had 117 companies signed up for the newsletter. At $96.00 a year each, I no longer needed money from home for expenses, even though mom’s job paid her well enough to afford it. It gave me a feeling of independence and we were planning to expand into the other sectors for the next year.

Doreen and I went our separate ways and I found out that what my mother said about testing the waters suited me. I had enough different girls to keep me happy. I took a Philosophy course and I found out what I was really doing in college. I wasn’t learning ‘what’ to think, I was learning ‘how’ to think. By the time I went home for the third summer, I was changed. 

I realized that even if I had desires and inclinations, I didn’t have to be ruled by them. I couldn’t help that first thought whether it was sane or insane, what I could do was use my reason to make a considered decision about what to do about it.

On a local site for writers, I came across some stories that had quite a few mildly suggestive references to incest between a student and his mother. I e-mailed the writer and confided that I shared his inclinations. We wrote back and forth for a while and it tuned out that the student went to the same school I did. We met up in the cafeteria between classes one day. 

On first meeting Hanks, I was surprised by his openness. I usually take time before getting comfortable with someone, but his easy manner got me talking and I told him how I felt about mom without saying anything had actually happened. He must have felt the same about me because by the end of our first conversation, he told me that he was having sexual relations with his mother. I guess my mouth was open when I said, “You actually slept with her your own mother my goodness!!!!?”

He laughed, “Yes, but we don’t have to announce it to the whole cafeteria, do we?” 

“How…I mean what did you do to get her to…?” 

“Well Robert,” he said, “I didn’t have to ‘get her’ to do anything. My mother is, let’s say, into sex, and a bit of an exhibitionist. It started even before she and my dad got divorced. I guess that was one of the main reasons they broke up. He was always after her for the clothes she wore and how she acted in front of other people. Not that I ever got used to it, but once I was old enough to notice, I almost had a perpetual hard-on because of the way she walked around the house.”

“Hanks, are you telling me that you…while your father was still living with you?”

“Not only while he was living with us, but the first time was while he was asleep in the other bedroom.” 

“I have to hear this.” I said.

“Not now man because I have to go. Look, Sunday I’m going home for the day, to bring some things up; do you think you can help me? It’s only fifty miles away; why don’t you drive down with me and we can talk on the way.”

It was only Wednesday and I didn’t know four days could take that long to pass. I fantasized about what she might look like and what she might let me do. I didn’t even know if she’d be there, but my flight of fancy soared.

On the road I got more of the details I craved. It seemed that his mother had been getting more provocative with him, to the point where she asked him to shop with her to get his opinion, and then made him join her a dressing room and watch her change clothes because she said it was easier than going in and out to show him. 

“That was the day of the cab ride,” Hanks said. “She sat close on the way home and was thanking me for being with her. She kept asking how she looked in the clothes and were they sexy. She was sitting close and I could feel her tits pressing into my arm. She whispered in my ear and said, “I’m so happy you came. Your father wouldn’t do this for me. There a lot of things he won’t do for me, but you will baby, won’t you?” Rob, at that point, I didn’t know what to think. She started kissing my face and breathing hard and all the while she was also looking up at the cabdriver. She took my hand and put it on her tit. She whispered to me, ‘Do you like the way your momma feels?’ I tell you I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t want to take my hand off her.

I could see that the driver was watching all this in the mirror and my mother seemed to be getting off on it. She bent down and started kissing my cock over my pants. I thought I would come right there. She came back and started making out with me. When we got to our house, as she was paying the guy, she had this turned-on smile on her face and asked him if he liked the show. He laughed and said, “Oh yeah.”

Hanks told me that in the middle of the night his mother came into his room and they had sex. I wanted to believe him, but it sounded like he was tripping on his own fantasy. All I could say when he finished his story was, “Wow.”

His mother was home when we got there and she was nothing like my imagining of her. She was attractive with short blonde hair and a slim figure - more average than not, but with a megawatt smile that was very inviting. Watching her smile made me think that maybe Hanks wasn’t making it all up. He wasn’t.

What he did make up was the part where he needed my help to move things. I was there for another reason. I was there to watch.

There was no ‘announcement’ or discussion; it just happened. We were having a beer and talking when his mother said, “I think Hanks was right about you.” She started kissing him and he kissed her back. They were on the couch and I watched from a chair, only feet from them really it was unthinkable in front of me a mother and son they are incest people oh!! God!!. He began on her breasts and she rubbed his cock.

They undressed each other without a word to me. Hanks never looked at me but his mother often did. When he put his finger in his mother’s pussy, I laid my hand on my crotch. She smiled at me and closed her eyes as her son fingered her. Her body looked better out of her clothes but the situation would have made any body look a model’s. My blood started to boil.

She started sucking her son’s cock and I wanted some; I wanted more than some, but I knew I wasn’t invited to participate, so I just did my job, watching a mother get fucked by her own son it is really live show a rare show . When he was inside his own mothers pussy, she looked at me again. I guess it was to make sure I was taking it all in, as she was. She didn’t have to worry; I couldn’t take my eyes off the most erotic live showin front of my eye . 

It didn’t take much for me to identify with the young man who was fucking his own mother. He repeatedly drove deep into her and she received her son’s cock with upward thrusts of her own. She was enjoying her son as he took her and when she looked over, I knew she was enjoying me as I watched her. 

They shifted positions a few times and ended with her on her back. She opened her legs wide and he started his penetrations into his mother’s pussy slowly, and deliberately. Hanks seemed in control as he increased the pace; he ended up drilling into her belly harder and harder, until she began thrashing. 

She came before he did, yelling, “Yes, fuck me…fuck me…” until she let out a long sigh of relief. He straddled her and I watched in amazement as she took her son’s cock deep into her throat. The length of him disappeared into her mouth time and again. When he told her he was going to come, she kept the head in her mouth and stroked the shaft so fast and hard, her hand almost blurred. He came in his mother’s mouth and she never stopped jerking him. I didn’t see any evidence of his cum when she finished sucking him. They kissed and she disappeared into the bathroom with her clothes. When we left she gave me that smile, and a wink.

On the ride back to school, we actually didn’t talk much about what happened. Hanks said, “Thanks man.” He told me what I had figured out already. He had told his mother about me and they figured I wouldn’t be put off by a mother and son encounter. They were right. What I was - was primed for my own mother. I was at a point of no return; the next time I headed home, I had made all the decisions about all the possibilities. 

The very first night home I took my mother to the band shell. During a slow dance, I held her close and spoke in her ear. “Mom, a few years ago you told me what you wanted for me and you were right. I’ll love you forever for making me go to school because it’s opened up a new world for me. But I’m also going to tell what I want for you. And like you told me, it’s too hard to keep doing this, so I’m going to ask you once and then let it be. I love you now and it’s not just about the sex. I want to be with you for every reason I can think of. Mom, I want you to be my last.”

“Oh God Hansy, I get more excited every time I see you. And when you started me thinking about us as…well, more, I’ve looked at you as a man, and I’ve come to love you as a wonderful man. I don’t know if we can do this, or how we can do this, but right now, the only thing my heart wants to say is ‘yes’ baby, I want to be your last, yes, yes.” 

The three-block walk home seemed like three miles. Once inside the door she was in my arms and the kiss said, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” The wanting was expressed with our hands that fumbled so much to get each other’s clothes off that we had to laugh. We went into my mother’s bedroom where I closed the blinds and she opened the lights. “I want to see you love, I want to see all of you,” she said. Not more than I wanted to see her.

Mom said, “Let’s slow it down baby.”

I said, “Okay mom.” That didn’t work.