What you think here it is Part 4

Note : This story is completely fictional!

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We kissed hard and hungrily; we were naked quickly. When she got on the bed, my mother did the most exciting thing I’d seen in my  life; she spread her legs for me. My mother was wordlessly saying what I’d hoped to hear since the first time she’d stimulated me, ‘Come make love to me; come fuck me.’

I could see the lips of her pussy glistening the entrance of everlasting forbidden feels. I was surprised at the reality of her pussy. In my imagination she had a full bush, but what I saw was trimmed enough to expose the soft pink lips. That my mother was wet for me was amazing, that she was opened and waiting for me to put my cock inside her was more than amazing. 

I approached nervously, holding my stiff rod and positioning it at opening that would give me the greatest pleasure I’d known. In one long stroke I entered my mother’s wet center and we were together. Her soft and humid opening had eased the way for the rigid pole my cock had become. We both sighed with the relief of our joining. My cock opened my mother’s flesh to receive me. The pussy I had coveted was a welcoming velvet glove around my cock. I stroked as she moved to meet me with her hips. I filled her to the end of her channel. Our rhythm was hurried but synchronized. “Yes baby,” she said. You’re so good inside me…so right…what I’ve been waiting for.”

I’d lost count of how long I had been waiting. But finally, being inside my mother’s pussy made all the waiting disappear. My feelings for her were tender because I saw a mother who could open herself to her son despite society’s conventions. She received the physical expression of my love between her legs and welcomed it with each of my penetrations. “Yes, darling Bobby…yes…” She affirmed each stroke that split her and entered the forbidden place she was allowing me to know.

We were joined in the moment, and forever could begin. She held me to her and we kissed as our bodies completed each other. I could feel every inch of me in every inch of her as the grasp of my mother’s pussy caressed the width of her son’s cock, her son’s cock that filled her, and fucked her, and loved her.

With each stroke into my mother’s pussy I felt closer to her. Deep in my mother’s belly with her wetness all around me, I felt the love she was giving me; it was sexual and it was maternal at the same time. My mother was giving me herself. In that moment, deep inside her, I understood why I needed her love as much as her sex. It did something wonderful. It took the loneliness away.

Each long stroke into my mother’s pussy was exquisite. She kept telling me how good it felt to have me inside her, “Yes, like that baby…so deep…don’t stop love.” The sound of her voice alone could have made me come.

Neither of us lasted long that first time. I’m not sure who first said to whom, “I’m coming.” We both repeated it so many times it must have sounded strange bouncing off the walls, but I don’t think either of us heard it. We were coming together, in love, in each other’s arms, and in each other’s heart. 

I couldn’t wait to ask her if it felt as good to her as it did to me. As I emptied my seed into her I said, “Does it feel good mom…do you like it?”

“Oh sweetheart…so lovely…so lovely…yes baby…mommy loves it.” She kept telling me as she squeezed me hard against her body and kept me inside her as long as she could. I had come inside my mother and she was holding me, smiling, warm, loving.

The rest of the night was slower paced and we spent it exploring every part of each other’s body. It began with long languorous kissing, building from the dreamy feel of each other’s lips and mouth, to the playful dueling of our tongues. I touched her soft skin inch by inch, reveling, from the powdery softness of her inner thighs, to the firming tips of her nipples. I kissed it all and sucked tenderly at the lips of her mouth, and the lips of her vulnerable pussy. She smiled, and she sighed, and she was opened to me like a flower.

I tasted sweet juice as my tongue teased along my mother’s soft pussy lips. There were fine droplets resting on her trimmed bush. I pressed the hood with the flat of my tongue and she reacted as I felt the nub under the skin and massaged it. She squirmed a bit and I rested my arms along her flank and my hands took hold of her big breasts. I continued eating her, sucking her, and anything else my mouth could do to her pussy. She rose toward orgasm and I felt the gentle vibration of her body’s anticipation of coming. I stopped. “Don’t stop.” It came out of her as a thick breathy whisper. I stopped.

“Soon mom…you’ll come soon,” I promised her. I straddled her to put my cock into her mouth. My cock felt thick and hot in my hand. She willingly took me and sucked. She stroked as she did it and her eagerness was almost as stimulating as her lips and mouth that massaged along the length of my shaft. I began gently stroking in and out of her mouth and she slowed to allow me to dictate the pace. I wanted it to last. She raised herself slightly on her elbows and I realized that she did it to accommodate more of my cock into her throat. I was able to go deeper and she seemed relaxed despite the moans she emitted as she allowed me to enjoy her. 

I looked in fascination and a sense of disbelief as I watched my mother sucking, me, taking me, and giving to me of herself, far beyond the sexual act. It was the sight of a mother taking care of her son and giving love beyond the fears we’re taught never to see beyond. I wanted to do the same for her at that moment. 

I went into the sixty-nine position as I had so many times with Doreen, but it was act of a different kind with my mother. As I took her pussy to my mouth, my desire to pleasure her was the most important thing. And the beautiful part was that as she sucked me, I knew that she was feeling that about me. 

Our sounds became louder and faster simultaneously. I had to take my mouth off her pussy for a moment as I passed the point of holding back the first eruption. The powerful release fired into my mother’s mouth. I kept coming but I went back to her clit and sucked and drew on it until I felt her arch, and sigh, and come. I felt her come and I tasted her come. And each time I had her that night, I felt her coming for me, and coming closer to me.

In one of the spaces between our lovemaking, we were side by side on our backs, resting in that lazy relaxation that’s another reality, and mom reached over and began running her hand over my chest and said, “This is so crazy isn’t it honey?”

“I guess it would be crazy to most people, but it didn’t feel crazy a few minutes ago, did it mom?”

“No love…it felt good, and it felt like the best thing I’d ever done. Oh sweetheart, I want to give you everything, I want to make you happy.” “You do mom, all you have to do is be here and be yourself, that’s all I need.” 

“Yes baby, I’m here and you’re all I need, and this.” Her hand roamed to my cock, which came to life under her massaging. As it stiffened for her, she threw a leg over and straddled above the hardened pole she had created. She lowered herself with caution and said, “Oooh yes…that’s good…that is so good.” 

As she raised and lowered herself I smiled up at her and said, “I have to tell you mom, you have great tits; I can’t get enough of them.” I took them in my hands and used my thumbs on her nipples. 

She laughed and said, “Well there’s certainly enough for you to get enough of. I’m glad you like them baby, but I always thought they were too big for my body. I once even thought about breast reduction.”

“Oh no,” I said. “Those two words should never be used in the same sentence, especially not about these beautiful things.” I drew her down to me and took as much of one of her fleshy orbs into my mouth as I could and sucked it in. I worked each one and enjoyed the humming sighs she emitted. She began using my cock in earnest and angled herself from side to side to get different entries. I just enjoyed her efforts for a while before holding her ass and responding with thrusts of my own. 

She leaned back and with her hands on my thighs, and she rode me. I watched the joy in her face as she did it and it felt amazing to be wanted that way. She moved to take me in as deep as she could and stayed, gyrating, and moaning. Watching her had kept me from getting lost in the sensations and when she put her fingers on her clit and started to come, I realized it wouldn’t take much for me to come either. I tried not to buck and thrust to see what it would feel like if I just came as she moved on me. 

It was an exquisite torture. The orgasm seemed to last even longer than the first as I let my mother’s movements dictate my coming. Each release was intense and I probably grabbed at her tits too hard because I heard her squeal. I soothed them with a gentle massage as the last of the seed I released into her left me. 

She rested on my chest and kissed me sporadically as she spoke. “I never thought it could be this good with anyone…and it’s with you Hansy…it’s all so amazing to me. Are you always going to want me this way baby?”

“No mom, I’m going to want you more.”

She kissed me long and said with a smile, and raised eyebrows, “You wouldn’t believe that when I was a young girl my mother thought I should be a nun, would you?”

“NO,” I smiled. But you did attain the position of Mother-Superior just now didn’t you?” She let a burst of laughter and slapped my chest.

She relaxed and as I slipped from her she stayed beside me with one leg over mine. She told me stories of her childhood and said, “You know I had friends and I knew my parents loved me even if they had trouble showing it, but I always felt alone as a woman in the world. Except for the short time I was with your dad before he died, I thought I would never find a man to love again and that was the way it would always be. I had almost given up, and now…”

“Now you’re never going to be alone again, and neither am I…now there’s us.”

We kissed and she suddenly said, “Oooh, stay here and close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you.”

“What…?”

“Just do it, okay?”

I did it and when she came back and told me to open my eyes, she stood before me in the white lingerie I had bought her for that Mother’s Day years before. “Now I have someone to wear this for…for my baby…for my man.”

She looked gorgeous and I was stimulated immediately just looking at her. She removed the sheer covering and came back to bed and to her stiffened son. “I feel like a bride in this,” she said.

“You look like a bride, and you are my bride…my beautiful new bride.” 

We kissed and fondled and she said, “I want to do something with you baby, maybe only once, but I want to.” She took the panties off and got on all fours facing the back of the bed. “I want you to take me like this…” As she spread her knees and I saw the rosette of her ass, I wanted to be inside her.

She looked so good, so hot. The garter belt, and stockings, that came up high on her thighs, accentuated her rounded ass. It was something I had never done before, but when she said it, I wanted it as much as she did. My mother was inviting me to take her as most wives and lovers wouldn’t, and I loved her for it. 

She had brought lubricant with her and I hadn’t noticed because the sight of her had totally taken my attention. I watched her put some on her pucker and she handed it to me and said, “Put some on love; I hope it’s enough.”

I massaged a layer of the jelly on me. It felt cool on my hot dick. I was stiff as steel when I approached her beautiful ass. I put the knob of my cock against my mother’s small opening and pushed in. It was tight and she cried out. I stopped before pushing the length of my shaft into the hot tight channel and she said, “Do it love, I want this, I want you.”

I thought of all the stories I had read, and all the fantasies I had dreamed up, and there I was with a reality that exceeded anything I could have imagined. My mother was before me, ready, and opened, taking my cock into her ass. I pushed in and out a few times without giving her all of it. “Oh…oh…oh…yes…yes…” The “Oh” sounded like ‘stop’ but the “Yes,” sounded like ‘don’t stop.’ I didn’t. 

After a few more tentative thrusts I saw that my mother was able to take it and I pressed in with more until my whole cock filled her ass and my balls rested against the rounded globes. I had never experienced such intense sexual stimulation, and by my mother’s sounds, it seemed powerful for her too.

My mother had given herself to me in all the physical ways that she could. But I knew she had given me more than just her body. And through all the complexity, there was one simple statement for both of us. As I pushed into her deepest part and she pushed back to take me, I said, not as a question, but as a fact, “You love me don’t you.” 

“Yes I do,” she answered.

“And I love you,” I said. 

Then each stroke into her fire-hot ass squeezed on my cock like a tight fist. I drove between the fleshy cheeks and she reached back spreading herself to take all she could. Even though I sensed her pleasure, I knew she was taking me that way for my pleasure, and to give herself to me as a bride gives herself to her husband. She became my bride, and my lover, and my loving mother, as I pressed deeper and deeper into her ass.

I could hear her breathing getting faster and shallower. I could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest…or my heart pounding in my chest, I couldn’t tell anymore. I felt the thrumming build-up grow, rising, coming…coming to that point where there is nothing on earth that can stop it. The first shot of cum powered into my mother’s ass and I thought a lightening storm had erupted in my head. I kept coming, with cord after cord of hot cum firing deep into the tight channel. And as the thick lubricating semen made it easier for me to drive harder into her, I came more.

My mother also seemed wrapped in a seismic convulsion. She was shaking and crying out, “Yes baby, yes, in my ass…come in me…Oh Robbie, yes…my Hansy…my Hansy…” It seemed not to end; a minute is an hour when you come and it was longer than that. I looked at her face as she turned to me and she was flushed and drenched as her mouth opened to let out an orgasmic crescendo that was one long “Ahhhhh…”

The streams of creamy white releases I had filled her with became evident, as the small tight channel filled to overflowing. I continued pressing in to the last, and finally, I stayed buried deep in her flesh, as far as I could go, having given her as much as she could take. We were both out of breath as she collapsed on the bed with me on top of her. I kissed her back and neck and said, “That was amazing Mom, and you don’t know how much I love you right now.”

She said, “Yes I do; it’s almost as much as I love you.” She stated turning over and said, “Kiss me love.”

I came out of her and we kissed as if we had just begun. I had loved my mother with all I had and she had opened and given me all of herself. I rested with her breasts, and belly, and thighs against me, and I thought then what I think now, that for us, there is no fantasy better than reality.