I awoke in the darkness of my room, sweaty and painfully hard. I
haven’t decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my
lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor
and holding my head in my hands.
I could do it – I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to
help me sleep, or fuck them and finally lose that stigma of being a
virgin finally.
But perhaps I should just jerk off – like I did last night after
watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn’t sure if it
was the sight of Gerald’s little sister climaxing with her fingers
inside her own body or his mother sitting across from us, clenching
her knees, nipples hard, shivering with desire while watching her
young daughter.
The house was silent – dark. I slipped from my room and made my way
down the hallway to the kitchen, getting a glass of water to quench my
parched throat. While drinking I saw that there was a small light in
the living room and walked the few meters to see mom sitting on the
couch, beneath the single light, reading a thick book.
She jumped at my entrance, “Oh Liam honey – you startled me!” She
caught her breath and closed her book after marking the page with a
marker. “Couldn’t sleep honey?” She looked concerned – ever the
parent.
I looked at her then and wondered what it would be like to actually
have intercourse with her. Plain of face, looking her age of forty
two years. She wore a long thick white cotton nightie that hid her
from neck to ankle, her legs curled up beneath her as she read.
Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald
had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned
away not without guilt and moved to sit across from mom in the chair.
The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to
the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position – I
never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up
to see mom losen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie –
exposing her bare cleavage beneath.
Those nipples were hard now – obvious even in this dim light. Its not
your fault mother? Stop it please!
When my eyes rose, I found mother wearing a soft smile just for me –
her eyes glinting strangely. “Is there anything I could do to make
you happy honey?”
Was it my imagination or had she pushed her chest further forwards
towards me? “Do you miss dad mom?”
Her brow furled before she answers, “I do… sometimes.”
“Why don’t you date mom?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her half upright position. “Thats
complicated honey.”
I just looked at her – saw her shift, this time it was not from being
uncomfortable.
She blurted out, “Your father leaving hurt me – I couldn’t trust men
any more.”
I nodded as if I understood – but I didn’t. Nor did I want to know
the specifics about my parents sex life. “But you had sex with
someone three years ago…?”
She nodded, looking embarrassed as well as uncomfortable and strangely
excited, “He… lets just say he was a mistake that I never wanted to
make again.”
“So you stopped with men completely.”
Nodding almost sad now, “Yes.”
I had nothing else I wanted to say – that I could say. How does a
teenage boy ask his adult mother regarding sexual matters anyways? I
so wanted to confide in someone, an adult, this woman that was my
mother – needed help from the intense changes in my life that I was
facing.
The silence was probably too much for her and she blurted out almost
anxious, releasing me from the responsibility of starting the
conversation, “I get more pleasure by myself than any man ever gave
me!”
What could I say, ‘too bad’? “I never realized girls did ‘it’ too,
until only recently mom.” Well, ‘recently’ was about a year ago –
since then, it was always one of my hottest fantasies.
Mom was nodding, “Oh yes, ‘girls’ do ‘it’ too Liam.” She then giggled
almost adolescently, “I do it more now than I ever did when I was your
age.”
My mouth was dry again and I recalled the half filled glass of water
in my hand. After taking a gulp, which did not seem to do anything
for my parched state I continued, “When did you start mom?”
Mom looked up at the ceiling and frowned in thought, “I was about
Lisa’s age when I started experimenting.”
I wish she hadn’t spoke my younger sister name, reminding me of the
event in only a weeks time.
“I recall how sensitive I was ‘down there’ and how good it felt, but I
was about twelve when I began playing with myself.” She giggled again
and her eyes returned to me, “Are you sure you want to hear all this
honey? You are not weirded out or anything?”
I looked mom right in the eye and said, “I love listening to you talk
about playing with yourself mom.” I was hundred percent serious –
perhaps it would be better that our conversation was not about sexual
matters, this discussion was more intimate than I can remember between
us. Mom has always been the busy, weary woman – the single mom to
three kids.
Mom shivered violently and moaning deep down in her throat before she
replied with a raspy voice, “I love making you happy Liam.”
“I know you do mom.” Anything I wanted, at any time – I recalled.
“Do you honey… you know, masturbate frequently?”
I nodded, thankful for the dim light so that my embarrassment would
not be too obvious on my burning cheeks.
She nodded knowingly, “Boys do it a lot at your age.” I normally did
it about twice a day – Gerald used to admit to about three to four
times on average a day.
The silence lengthened and we just looked at each other. I felt
almost dizzy with power – this isn’t right. I stood and took two
strides before mom sat forwards and asked anxiously, nervously, “Would
you like to watch me play with myself Liam – would that make you
happy?” Her words effectively stopped me in my tracks.
It was my turn to shiver with excitement – my penis began to harden in
my pyjama bottoms. Mom’s eyes did not miss anything, and she licked
her lips almost as if she were hungry. “I don’t know whats come over
me today honey – mommy is feeling positively in heat when I think
about you.” She was almost whispering. “I want to make you happy – I
would do anything you wanted Liam, anything!” She hissed that last
word, slipping her bare feet from beneath her to the floor below –
watching me anxiously.
I stood there swaying with uncertainty – run I told my feet silently,
but I did not move, my eyes turned to my physically and mentally
excited mother, my hard penis wanting her.
“I know I’m old honey. I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my own
son. But believe me when I say that I’ve never felt so brazen before
– so sure about anything.” She took a lengthy loud swallow before
continuing, “Please Liam, I beg you, just sit for a couple more
minutes? If… if I disgust you, I promise never to bother you
again?”
My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt my chest and sounded loud
to my ears. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode
back to my chair – my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I
already knew I would not be ‘disgusted’.
Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking
at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked
it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the
couch, her hands trembling so violently.
The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat
back against the couch and spread her knees a few centimetres – she
was completely naked. She whispered almost to herself, “Mommy was so
hot after Gerald explained how you liked me to dress this morning I
brought myself off in the car outside the mall today. I never felt so
alive… or naughty!”
Her bare feet rose and she bent her knees to hook her heels into the
edge of the couch – this effectively spread her thighs wide. I took
in the sight of my naked parent for the very first time and felt like
a drowning man seeing the rescue boat. She was so pale, so soft in
body – but it was nothing but good! Curves and more curves, dark
wrinkled nipples, soft quivering inner thighs and breasts. Her age in
her face, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, her lower breasts.
I always thought of her as ancient – and to me and my friends, she
was. But at this very moment in time, she was the sexiest thing I’ve
ever encountered. Much more exciting than even Gerald’s younger
sister Sara had been as I had watched her.
Mother’s trembling hands slipped over her abundant pale soft flesh –
one eventually making for a heavy hanging breast, the other between
her legs and the glistening pinkness there. “I knew from that moment
on that there wasn’t another man alive that I felt this way about –
who could turn me on like this, who could ask anything of me and I
would do everything in my power to make you happy.”
A finger slipped into the glistening flesh and came back out covered
in female slim. I was fascinated to watch mother bring that finger to
her mouth and suck it clean before returning it to her sex.
“Any hole Liam – any time – any place. I am yours my love, body, soul
and mind!” Her eyes captured my own, “I never told anyone before that
I just love the taste of myself. Do you find that odd?”
Mother did not wait for an answer, two fingers slipped deep and mother
gasped with pleasure, her back arching off the couch while her eyes
clasping shut momentarily.
At that point I no longer existed for mom, I was sure. Her toes
wiggled and clenched, her calves tighted, her thighs quivered, her
hips shook as she pumped her ass up off the couch, her white soft
breasts dancing upon her chest – mother was a delicious sight and my
hands quivered to touch myself. I was hard, painfully throbbing
against my pyjama bottoms – a large wet spot revealing the leakage I
was producing.
She would do this two finger pumping thing – in and out of her very
pink very sloppy wet sex, before bringing those fingers up to her lips
to suck clean and dropping the other hand to continue. Alternately
she would use the free hand to ravage her clitoris rubbing it
surprisingly hard. Infrequently those wet fingers went to one of the
hard winkled nipples dancing on her chest as she moved, twisting and
yanking on it almost violently.
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