A Son’s Desire for His Mother

Literotic asexstories – A Son’s Desire for His Mother by jagnar,jagnar This is a fictional story and all the characters are above 18.

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I am Lucas, and I was two months from the end of my last year of high school when I lost my father in an accident. He had been a rock to me, giving me everything that I could ask for. After losing him, my whole world fell apart, though I was determined to stay strong for my mother. I love her more than a son ever could, but only I knew it and kept it buried deep inside of me. I took care of the funeral while my mother stayed holed up in the house. She was totally oblivious. She kept on drinking and smoking. I tried to speak to her, but she just dismissed my attempts.

She drank and smoked throughout the house, and I cleaned up after her mess. Sometimes I had to take her to bed when she fell asleep at the dining table or on the sofa. It broke my heart to see my mother in this state. She was once a radiant woman, full of life and energy, but now just two months after my father’s death she was merely a shell of her former self. I knew I had to stay strong for her, but it felt like I was losing my mother too. Not being able to do anything for her, I thought maybe giving her space for a few days would be better.

And with my final days of school approaching, I had my own worries—exams and all. With my best effort, I finished my exams. Only I knew that what I put in was the bare minimum, just enough to escape the hell of school. Not to brag, but I had been an exceptional student. Losing my father and my mother, who was totally unstable, sent me on a losing streak. Still, I managed to pull myself together and passed the exams in the end.

As summer began, my friends had it all planned out, full of parties, girls, and alcohol, but I wasn’t interested in them as my mind was occupied with my mother.

Shortly after I graduated, surprisingly, she had started going out, all dressed up. I never really had the chance to talk to her about it, but while I was busy with my job, taking care of our house, shopping, and everything else, she took the money from my dad’s insurance and began using it up. Mother had given me the login credentials for her online bank account so I could handle the household bills and stuff, and I could see the one big deposit and the many, many withdrawals. I decided to let her be. I desperately wanted her to recover and she seemed to start coming around. She drank less, showered more, helped a little around the house, and wore some new clothes. I was happy to see it.

Around the same time as Mother seemed to be recovering, one of my father’s friends, Jeremy, who owns a carpentry business, offered me a job. I had done a little woodworking with Dad, and he taught me a lot plus I still had his tools. Jeremy said he’d teach me everything I needed to know about carpentry. Work was good, with a lot of jobs coming in. Jeremy and his family had been in the industry for years, and they had an excellent reputation, which brought in a lot of clients. Soon I was earning decent money.

After I started making money, I bought groceries, learned to cook, and even prepared meals for my mother and served them in her room when she was home. But even when she was, she treated the things I did as things that I should be doing as the man of the house now. She didn’t really appreciate my efforts, and when she was home, she thought I should take care of her.

One day, I had been away at a job site in the town next to ours, and after being done for the day, I returned home to find a car parked in the lawn. For sure, I knew that car didn’t belong to anyone I knew, so parking my car next to that one, I walked to the door, wondering who it was.

Entering through the door, I saw my mother sitting with a man. He seemed to be a few years older than her, and she was sitting close to him. Frowning upon seeing the scene in front of me, questions crept into my mind.

Seeing my confused look, my mother held his hand and said, “Son, meet Robert, my husband, your stepfather.”

“Stepfather?” My brain was not braining; it was too much for me to see my mother with another man and so close together.

Even when my father was alive, sometimes I used to get jealous seeing them cuddling in front of me, and I would just leave the room, thinking that my thoughts were wrong and disgusting. The way I felt about my mother was taboo, but I could never get over it. I tried to ignore those thoughts as much as I could. I like to think no one saw those feelings in me, but I still had them.

There was one time though. I clearly remember the talk I had with my father. I think he noticed me looking at his wife and how I gazed at her passionately, like a man does. He didn’t berate me or show any anger for having feelings like that towards his wife—my mother. He just talked with me like a friend and helped me understand that it was just a phase and I would soon get over it.

But my father didn’t know that the feelings only got stronger the more I grew up with them. I just got better at hiding them.

I had much more selfish and vile thoughts after my father died, and thought now that my father wasn’t around, I could be her man. I could be with her. That’s how I perceived it. But after realizing what I was thinking and remembering my father, I felt disgusted with myself. Should I be thinking like that about the man and woman who raised me? I didn’t know; I had no one to talk to. It was just me and my own thoughts.

I didn’t let my intrusive thoughts win. I tried my best to be there for her, got a job, took care of the bills, and maintained the house while she healed. But I didn’t see this coming.

And, of course, she would be looking for another man. But my father passed away just four months ago. How could she move on so quickly? They seemed like a charming couple who were deeply devoted to each other.

“What did you say?” I could barely hear my voice.

My mother, still holding his hands, said, “We got married. We met last month and hit it right off. I hope you can understand and be happy for us.”

I think something happened to my brain as her words seemed to slow down and my mind was racing with a mix of emotions. It might sound like I’m exaggerating, but that was how I felt at the moment. I thought she was just trying to relax, getting dressed up and going out all those times, maybe meeting her old friends again.

Yeah, I was an idiot, not to put two and two together—dressing up, going out, spending money. My love for her had blinded me. I mean, it had been hard for me, when my father was around, to ignore my thoughts, but if my father was the one who had been with her, I could handle it. But not another man.

And how could she marry without even saying anything to me? Did she even consider me? Before I blew up at her, I asked, trying to suppress my tone, “Answer me, Mom? Did you hook up with this man right after my father’s funeral?”

Her expression was all wide-eyed innocence and she said, “Well, it happened when I was out with my friends. He seemed really nice, and he was such a gentleman. I thought it would be a mistake if I missed him, so we started seeing each other, and he proposed.”

Man! She was talking so much that I was gonna blow up, but I asked, straining my voice, “Did you not think of me, to ask me before you decided to marry him? Or you thought I was also dead, like my father?”

“Lucas!” she shouted as she got up.

“Yes, Mom?”

Then there was that invisible man, whom I had been trying to ignore from the moment I entered the house. He interrupted and said, “Son, try to listen to your mother and see what she has to say.”

My eyes turned to him, and I said, in a quiet, menacing voice, “I am not your son, and it would be better for you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Lucas!”

I looked back at her as her hand slapped my cheek. She slapped me on the left cheek, in front of that man, who was now looking smug. What the fuck!

“Don’t you dare talk to my husband like that!”

“DAMN IT, MOM, what the hell happened to you? Husband? What about my father?”

“He is dead.”

“How can you say it like that?” I don’t know if I was making any sense, but the way she was dismissing my father felt really wrong. He had given us everything—this house, the insurance money. Everything we had now was thanks to the man, her dead husband, my father.

“Lucas, I have needs, and I also desire the affection and touch of a man. I can’t stay like this forever.”

“What about me then? Didn’t you feel like asking me?”

“Lucas, it’s my life, and I get to decide what to do with it. I don’t need your permission.”

Whoa! Who was this woman? I know she looked like the woman I loved, but she sure didn’t sound like her. She was getting defensive now, using her needs to defend ignoring mine.

“So, you want to do whatever you like and live your life as you see fit?”

She stayed silent. I didn’t understand why she was so angry with me. Was I not her son? Wouldn’t she at least ask me if I wanted another man in the house? After all, she knew exactly how much I loved my father, even if she didn’t know how I loved her. Okay, so over the past few years, we hadn’t really seen eye-to-eye on things, and we didn’t really talk to each other. Seeing what she was doing now, it felt like she was doing this with the purpose of hurting me.

I was angry—so angry I could break everything in front of me.

Then she said, “Robert will live here with us from now on, so I expect you to behave properly and show respect to him, as he is now your stepfather.”

“Stepfather. Fuck off!”

“Even if you don’t like it, it’s the truth. You have to learn to accept it.”

“So he is all the man you need now, is it?”

“Yes!”

“Fine, then.” I went to my room, packed my things, and came back down.

With the bag in my hand, I walked to the door, and then she asked me, “Where are you going? What’s with the bag?”

I didn’t look back and said, “I’m leaving, and you can stay with that fuckface all you want and where you want.”

She came after me and shouted, “Stop there, Lucas! You can’t leave. Why can’t you understand me?”

“Well, it’s your life, and you do as you liked. This is my life, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

I didn’t look back and got to the car. It was a Cruze, my dad’s car. I didn’t want to leave it behind, so I took it with me. I drove off without looking back.

My phone rang repeatedly, and I knew it was my mother. I drove to my friend James’ house and asked him if I could crash in for a few days. We had been friends since middle school, and he would never question me or ask me what happened.

James’ mom was away on business, so there was only him in the house right now.

James took me to a party that night, seeing my sour mood. I went along with him because I wanted to take my mind off it.

We drank and drank until we were no longer able to move. The whole night, we just drank and danced a lot. It was refreshing to let it all out. I screamed and jumped like a maniac.

For the next whole week, James dragged me around to all the parties he was invited to. I didn’t even go to work, telling Jeremy that I needed some time off. He didn’t say anything, as I was always working. He even encouraged me to take as much time as I needed.

I got a message from my mother, saying to come home, but I didn’t reply. As much as I wanted to go, I held myself back. She made it clear that it was her life, so why bother calling me now. She should live her life.

On the morning of the last day of the weekend, I woke up to noise, and then I felt like someone was calling my name.

Groggy from the previous night’s alcohol, I slowly opened my eyes to see a beautiful woman. My vision was still blurry, and I couldn’t really tell who she was. In my foggy state, I thought she was some girl I had hooked up with last night.

Acting on impulse, I pulled her down onto the bed, then wrapped my hands around her. After working for a couple of months in the field, which involved pretty heavy work, and I also worked out to build up my six-foot physique. Burying my face in the back of her neck, she smelled really nice, and it only aroused me more. My morning boner poked right into her ass. She was saying something, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her. She tried to wiggle under my arms, but she couldn’t get herself out of my grip. As she struggled more, my hard cock rubbed on her ass more, and that’s when I heard her moan.

My hands began to roam, and my lips brushed against her skin. Her soft skin and the smell were intoxicating. Man! How could I forget such a girl. Did we make out last night? Damn, why does alcohol make me forget?

I wrapped my right leg over her right leg, straining to hold her down, and my right hand moved to her breasts. They were really large. I kneaded them to my heart’s content, and the moans became louder, and she moaned out loud, “Lucas!”

Suddenly, I was shaken by this voice. No, she wasn’t a girl. I opened my eyes to see the familiar blonde-haired woman. She was Ms. Anderson. I fell back onto the floor, completely shocked. It was James’ mother. I just molested my best friend’s mother. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on me. I just stayed on the floor with my jaw floored and my eyes wide open.

What. The. Fuck!

She looked at me with a serious expression, her face flushed with bright red cheeks. She was a really gorgeous woman with porcelain skin and blonde hair, like some Greek goddess. If I were to compare her, she might be Kelly Lynch. But her breasts were bigger, and she had very thick thighs.

Fuck! I was getting horny again. After my mother, she was the second woman I had a crush on ever since I was young. She always treated me with such kindness and love, just like James.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Ms. Anderson. I didn’t know. I…I thought you were some girl from last night.”

I apologized again and again, but she stared down at me. I looked down and noticed that I was stark naked, and my nine-inch little brother stood like a scout at attention. Not to brag, but I had well-developed muscles from years of working out and running and, like I said, work demands. Then I pulled the sheet and covered myself, apologizing again.

Her hair was a little roughed up, and her robe rose up to her waist, showing her lacy panties.

“I’m sor-” She got up and placed her finger on my lips and said, “Shhhhh, that’s okay. It was my mistake too.”

Her mistake? I didn’t understand.

She adjusted her robe and said, “Now get up and dress yourself.”

Then she walked out of the room, leaving me baffled and stunned.

My eyes never left her round ass, which swung right and left as she walked out. The satin robe could only reach up to her thighs, her calves and a little bit of her thighs were bare for my eyes to gawk at. Damn! Here we go, with my horny thoughts.

But why didn’t she say anything, even though I felt her up and groped her? Heaving a sigh, I got up. I looked at the note. It was from James saying that he had left. He left early in the morning with his girlfriend. He had already said that he would go in the early morning. It seemed like he had said that he informed his mother, who came in last night, about my stay here.

I wore my shorts and a tee and went downstairs. Caren Anderson was in the kitchen.

She noticed me coming down the stairs and said, “Lucas, come have breakfast with me.”

They have a maid, Portia, who takes care of housework and prepares food for them, and thanks to her, we had a great week with the food. We often got her maid services when we were in the house. I was still unable to look her in the eye. I sat at the table, and Portia brought me breakfast, bacon, eggs, and orange juice.

We ate in silence. It was awkward, and I really didn’t know what to say. I knew for a fact that she wasn’t angry, and her expression while leaving the room was quite interesting too. It was my best friend’s mother I was talking about. I knew that I shouldn’t have been thinking such thoughts about her. I am an immoral bastard who thought about my mother like that. Why wouldn’t I have lustful thoughts about a gorgeous woman like Caren? Even James said that if she wasn’t his mother, he would have done her multiple times already. Yeah, drunk talk between buddies.

“A penny for your thoughts.” I heard her voice, and I looked at her.

She was looking straight at me. For how long had she been looking at me? We were the only ones in the dining room. Portia seemed to be busy in the kitchen.

“Nothing, just something on my mind.”

“So, how’s the summer going so far?” she asked while eating.

My mind was completely absorbed in her and watching her movements, her lips, and her face.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I have been busy with my carpentry job, so I didn’t get to have time for myself, but thanks to James, last week was real fun.”

“Oh, I heard your mother got married recently. I saw them, they seemed animated,” she said as she looked at me.

My expression turned sore, as I replied, “Yeah, she must be. After all, he was a man she really wanted.”

Seeing my bitter, angry look, she said, “Lucas?”

“Yes, Ms. Anderson, it’s nothing. She said that she really liked the man and thought he was the best for her. So they married quickly. So quick that she didn’t even consider telling her son.”

My mother stopped calling and even texting too. I think she must be happy, now that I wasn’t in the way of her happy married life. Thinking about her, all kinds of feelings pop up in my head, and I tend to think too much when something like this hits me. Tears welled in my eyes.

I just bent my head down and clasped my hands on either side of the plate. Tears filled my eyes and fell onto the plate.

I don’t know why the fuck I was crying right then, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I heard her say, “Are you okay, Lucas?” And that was it. Biting my lip, I controlled myself, but it wouldn’t stop. All these fucking emotions. I hated myself for being sensitive.

I don’t know when she came towards me, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, and she said, “Lucas, what happened? Look at me, Lucas.”

“Lucas, look at me,” she said again. I looked at her, my eyes turned red, and the tears were gone.

She hugged me, my head placed against her abdomen. She patted me, saying it was okay. I hugged her, wrapping my hands around her. After a few minutes of staying like that, she moved down and kissed me.

Yes, she kissed me on the lips, and said, “Lucas, let’s move to the couch. I cramped my legs earlier because of you, so I can’t stand for long.”

Snapping out of my reverie, I quickly stood up and led her to the couch. It was all happening so fast that I couldn’t really tell what she was thinking. I even forgot about my mother and stared at her, wondering what she was thinking.

Caren knew my mother. She met her a few times, but they didn’t really get along, even though they grew up in the same neighborhood. After she got married, she moved to an estate on the east side of the city. Caren was now divorced and got a good amount of alimony. They were really loaded. My mother never really liked me being friends with James, but James and I had a similar mindset and got along really well in the middle years.

I helped her settle on the couch and said, “Let me massage your leg. It might help relieve some pain.”

Then I crouched down on the floor in front of her. I held her leg and asked, “Shall I start?”

She looked at me and said, “Yeah, you can.”

Then I placed her leg on my thigh and started massaging.

While I was doing it, she said, “Whatever she said to you, you shouldn’t bother anymore, Lucas. She moved on with her life, although I didn’t expect her to move on this quickly. Anyway, you need to move on, Lucas, she made her choice.”

I only nodded my head.

“It seems like you were really hurt by the incident.”

Again, I chose to stay silent while continuing the massage.

“I don’t want to see you being sad like that, Lucas. Tell me what I should do to make you feel happy again. Even James told me that you were really down all the time. That’s why he dragged you to all those parties. He told me everything.”

Caren was the fun type, always talking with us freely and never afraid to speak her mind. And she was more like a mature friend than a mother. I really liked that about her.

“I am not sad, Ms. Anderson.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Caren?” she asked as she pouted her lips.

I looked up and saw her panties again through the little gap, as her leg was now resting on my thigh. I could feel my blood rushing between my legs as I was getting aroused again. With her barely inches away from me, I had a view that I would etch into my memories. Sitting there in her satin robe, her blonde hair tied up in a bun, and her ample bosom lifted up as she folded her arms.

“Perhaps you would like to call me mommy, then?”

“Wh-at!” Words seemed to be stuck in my throat, and my mouth dried up.

She chuckled at my reaction. “Oh, you like that. Then you can call me mommy then.”

I let out a nervous laugh, saying, “You must be kidding, right, Caren?”

“No.”

I laughed again, very aware of the tension in the room.

Portia seemed to be nowhere around, and the way Caren was talking was just the way she was. She always joked around with me.

“You know, Lucas, earlier in the room, you groped so much that it made me uncomfortable all over my body.”

I thought she forgot about it, then I quickly said, “I’m really sorry, Caren.”

“You have to take responsibility, you know.”

What the fuck was she talking about? Responsibility?

She put her other leg over my shoulder and said, “You had me all riled up, and even now too, you are tempting me with those strong hands rubbing all over my legs.”

Yeah, she was definitely teasing me. So I tried to push my luck.

“I will take responsibility, then.” I moved my hands up further, right towards her womanhood, but I didn’t touch it.

I ran my fingers around, pressing into her fleshy thighs.

“Mhhhhmmm!” she moaned and pressed her other leg on my shoulder.

My hands moved up and down, tracing her thighs.

She wiggled and shrieked under my grip when I moved almost to her pussy.

“Lucas, mmhhmm, dear, I can’t, it’s killing me, your hands…”

It had been a couple of years since she was divorced, and she hadn’t yet been with another man. She was always busy with her work. It seemed like the touch of a man after a long time was too much for her. Stopping my massage, I moved my hands on either side of her waist under the robe. I got hold of her panties and pulled them down. I was about to bury my face in her womanhood which looked so delicious to me.

Then she said, “Lucas, not here. We have to move to my room.”

Her breath was uneven as she stared at me with such passion. She looked at me with those devouring eyes.

Not wanting to waste another second, I got up and took her in my arms.

“Hey!” she laughed.

Climbing the stairs, I swiftly moved into her room. She told me to lock the door, in case Portia came by the room. She could still hear, but I didn’t have time to worry about the maid. I was already so fully aroused that I didn’t care about anything. This insatiable woman, whom I had a crush on for years, was offering herself to me. So who would stop here? Certainly not me.

While I locked the door and got rid of my clothes, she undressed herself and lay on the bed, leaning against the headrest. I froze, seeing such naked beauty—nothing less than art. Words fell short to describe the scene in front of me. With one leg raised up and the other leg stretched, she gestured with her finger to come up.

I jumped on the bed and got hold of her legs. Dragging them down, I pressed my face against her crotch. She had a blonde bush above her vertical lips, which were incredibly hot and wet with her juices.

“Lucas, I can’t wait any longer. Now, please,” she begged as she held my head.

My hands were now holding her hips, and then I pressed my tongue right into her pussy.

“MMhhhh!” She let out a low scream, clasping my hair. “Fuck! Lucas, yes!”

As I made contact with her clit, above her folds, she breathed sharply, and her legs trembled.

“OHHH!” Ms. Anderson gasped softly.

I was overwhelmed. Never in my dreams did I think I would be doing this, and now here I was, with my face buried between Ms. Anderson’s legs. I had forgotten about my house problems and decided to focus on her.

I began to lick by instinct, and it was never enough for me as I wanted to taste her entire body, caress her thighs, suck her nipples, and kiss her lips. The scent of her pussy flooded my nostrils, and it was the most erotic smell I’d ever encountered. I continued to savor the taste of her pussy and sucked her clit, tracing her folds with my tongue. I allowed my tongue to find her entrance, darting inside to taste her sex.

As I was having a good time with her, with her hands, she guided me to a better angle. I followed her lead and did as she told me, working on the clit while I brought my hand over and inserted a finger into Ms. Anderson’s sex. Moving my finger, I sucked her clit, making her moan harder, and she was pulling my hair.

“Lucassss!”

She pressed my head into her pussy, and I added one more finger, fucking her sex with them. Her soft moans grew louder by the minute, and they were like fuel to my arousal as I kept working my tongue and fingers.

“Oh, that’s it, just like that!” Ms. Anderson purred in a sultry voice.

I could see her face, and it was so fucking hot. Right at this moment, Ms. Anderson was not the mother of my best friend, and I didn’t want to think about the consequences of being with her or about troubled taboo love towards my mother.

Her lust-filled expression contorted in a very unwholesome way, her gaze never leaving me. I never knew that she had such lust for me and in such a passionate way. It was as if no one had ever seen me before. She didn’t just see me as a young boy or her son’s friend. I was Ms. Anderson’s paramour.

I could feel her legs twitching, which were tightly holding my head in place, and her fingers running through my hair. I could tell that she was about to cum. Realizing this, I increased my efforts and intensified the movements. No sooner had I done so than her body began to tremble and shriek as she withdrew herself, pulling me along with her. My face pressed against her pussy and my tongue buried deep inside her, but I didn’t stop fingering and sucked her to the best of my ability.

Caren’s breath was uneven as she breathed shallowly, in and out. She fell back onto the bed, her hands and legs loosening their grip around my head. Her chest heaved up and down as she experienced the blissful orgasm. By the look on her face, I could tell that I did my job well.

I rested my head on her thigh, looking at her pussy glistening with her juices. I could never get enough of it. I think I could have eaten it all day until my jaw dropped to the floor. She lay there, her legs still spread wide apart. It was fucking hot, seeing her naked.

She was fucking gorgeous.

As I lay on her thigh, I traced my fingers around her pussy, curling the bush with my fingers.

She chuckled, “It had been a while since I had sex, so I didn’t shave.”

Then I said, “No, don’t shave, let it be like this. I like your blonde bush.”

Her giggle made me look up, and my hands caressed her thighs as I slowly moved up. I brought my face towards her breasts, sucked her nipple, and cupped her left breast. She gasped softly while I did this, and I continued to savour the taste of her tits in my mouth. My saliva bathed her nipple as I flicked my tongue over it. She squirmed and moaned, dragging her legs upward and wrapping them around my waist. Then I pulled back and moved up, hovering over her with my face just a few inches away from her.

She looked me in the eye, and said, “I have been watching you for a while, always staring at me with those puppy eyes, and now I am gonna eat you alive.”

That made me laugh. I didn’t know she had noticed me looking at her, and I thought I was being discreet.

She held my face and said, “Kiss me, Lucas.”

Her voice turned even more husky, and I just dropped my lips on hers and started kissing. She responded to my kiss by cupping my face, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and swirling it around mine. She was a excellent kisser. I laid on her and kissed her hungrily, even biting her lips.

“Hey! No biting,” she said in between kisses.

I could feel her hand moving downward, reaching my cock. She stroked my full length and then took the balls into her hands, fondling them. Again, she moved back to the hard cock and started stroking it.

“Come on, Lucas, we’ll have time for foreplay later. Now I want your hard cock inside me,” she hissed, still stroking my dick.

I moved back and said, “I was waiting for you to say that.”

She opened her legs for me, and I took hold of my shaft, slipping the tip of my penis into her bush. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers, exposing her slit. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her clit a few times, and her body convulsed.

“Lucas.” I heard her firm voice, and I looked up. She was looking at me with a frustrated, horny expression. “Now, inside, Lucas.”

Chuckling at her impatience, I also couldn’t resist any longer, and I pushed the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet sex hole. I pressed my thighs into her and half my cock slid right into her, and I stopped when she tapped my chest.

“Oh, oh, oh, wait. You are really big for me, Lucas. You need to give me time to adjust to your length, all right?” she said, looking at me.

I nodded and started moving slowly, thrusting half my length in and out of her. She gestured for me to push further slowly, and I did with every stroke.

For every stroke, I dug deeper into her, and then she told me, “Okay, now you can start pounding me for real.”

Immediately, I caught her legs and held them on either side of my hips and started fucking her, slamming my piston right into her cave. With every stroke, her entire body wiggled and her boobs swung forward and back. She clasped the pillow below her head as she moaned and groaned in ecstatic pain, and her body trembled in pleasure as my tool was fully working to its true potential.

Thap thap thap thap

The sounds of flesh beating against flesh—this was like music to my ears. I really liked hitting her with my hips like this as it added an erotic rhythm. It was also one of the reasons I like ’em thicc. I drove my dick in and out of her pussy with her juices coating my cock.

“Lucas, fuck me hard, Lucas!”

“You are so big, Lucas, you are filling me up. Fuck me harder, Lucas.”

I was on the edge with her dirty talk, and I could only give my best while I thrust my hips, holding her legs. Then I changed my position. I now laid on top of her as she pressed her legs together while I pumped my cock into her pussy.

“Fuck! You are so tight, Caren!”

“You are spreading my pussy lips with your big cock, Lucas,” she moaned while writhing under my thrust.

“Yes, Caren, my cock is buried inside you. I fucking love this, Caren.”

My entire length was pumping in and out of her juicy pussy, making slick sounds. It felt amazing and yet at the same time, it was hard to control my orgasm. I wanted to last longer, to have this feeling of tightness around my cock last much longer.

I was balls deep inside her, and I slowed down my pace of fucking into a gentle stroke. It was driving me mad as I moved towards her and engaged her in a deep kiss. With our bodies pressed tightly together, we kissed as lovers while my cock still moved in and out of her. Her pussy muscles tightened and loosened with every thrust I made, and I could feel the wet, warm walls of her pussy caress my long dick. It was heaven, and I wished that this feeling could last longer.

“Mmhhhhm! My god! Lucas,” she moaned in between breaths, crying out in pleasure.

Then she said, “I need you to fuck me harder, son, use me however you want.”

I did as she commanded, and I moved back and started pumping her, stronger and harder. My balls slapped her ass as my hips slammed into her inner thighs. Then she propped her legs up onto my arms, and I supported her thighs with my hands. I pounded her for several minutes as she groaned and screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck me, son, fuck your mommy harder.”

I was startled, but I didn’t stop. I have to say, it turned me on even more, and I fucked her while groping her ass. She looked me in the eyes and grinned mischievously, and I think she knew my secret.

Then she continued, “Fuck your mommy!”

“I’m going to cum!” she cried out.

I felt hot, wet fluids streaming out of Caren’s pussy, coating my penis. But I didn’t stop as I was also close to my own orgasm. With a few more strokes, I felt myself reach the climax, and I pulled out of her and sprayed all my juices over her stomach.

With a final flop onto the bed beside her, I caught my breath and said, “That was amazing, Mommy Caren.”

Caren was panting hard, and she smiled, “Well, now you wanna call me mommy.”

“Yeah.” She can be whatever she wants. I just lay beside her, bathing in the afterglow of my amazing sex with the most beautiful woman.

She got up and pulled the robe over. She said, “I will be back, and you better be ready for more, as I am not finished with you yet.”

“I am at your service.”

As I watched her leave the room, I noticed a photo of her and James on the bedside table. I immediately felt bad doing this to James, but it had happened, and I had to live with it. And I don’t regret it one bit.

She came back after a few minutes and said, “James will be away for a while, and I will have you all for myself.”

“Okay, you said something this morning, in the room when I, you know.”

She smiled and said, “Oh, I actually came to wake you up, but when I saw you naked, lying in bed, I stood there, staring at you, and I even touched your penis. You were so deeply into your sleep that you didn’t notice.”

“What?”

“I had been neglecting my bodily desires for so long that as soon as you touched and hugged me, I just gave in and wanted to have your cock in me.”

I stared at her in silence. Then she said, “Now, I don’t want you to tell James or anyone, okay? It will be our little secret.”

I nodded, and it was best, for now, that James didn’t have to know about this.

“What about Portia? Wouldn’t she have heard us?”

“I sent her home,” she said as she slid on top of me, straddling me with her legs.

“Now enough about them, let’s start round two, son.”

We stayed in the whole day and fucked like crazy. She gave blowjobs, and they were worth dying for. She wasn’t just a goddess but a magnificent sex goddess.

***

The next day, she wanted to go shopping, to buy some lingerie and several outfits. We drove to the mall, and as we entered the mall, I saw my mother walking towards us. She was walking with that man, her supposed husband. Fucking loser! I just wanted to punch him in the face, but I couldn’t, I didn’t want to act on my emotions. That always ended in fucked up scenarios.

Caren didn’t seem to notice, as she was telling me something, but I couldn’t concentrate. Soon, my mother noticed me. She looked surprised and hurried toward me. Caren then saw her.

“Oh, Kate, fancy meeting you here.” Caren said it casually as her hand was coupled with mine, and she stood close to me. It didn’t seem intimate, but my mother was perceptive as she looked me in the eye. She ignored Caren and asked me directly, “What are you doing with her?”

I wasn’t backing down now. “Well, Caren wanted to go shopping, so I brought her here,” I replied with a firm tone. My mother was again surprised seeing how I was with Caren.

Caren then said, “Is that your husband, Kate? You have bought yourself a nice old man.”

What! Now why the fuck would she say that? My mom’s brows twitched as she turned to Caren, “Yes, he is, and he isn’t that old.”

“Is that so? Well, congratulations then.”

My mom’s face grew more serious as she said, “Will you remove your hand from my son’s?”

Caren pouted as she replied, “What’s wrong, Kate? Lucas is being such a nice gentleman, taking me out on a date. I was just holding his arm. What’s the harm in that?”

Caren! What are you doing? I screamed internally. Why was she making her angry? Though I have to say, it was nice to get on her nerves. And that fucking geezer was standing behind mom checking out Caren. He looked at me, and I was sure he seemed envious. Fucking sicko.

I intervened and said, “Caren, why don’t you go and select your dresses, and I will talk with my mom and join you.”

Caren agreed and before leaving, she kissed me on the cheek and said, “I will be waiting in the lingerie store.”

She was definitely doing this for fun.

After she left, my mom’s glare returned to me. “Where were you? I called and texted you, but you didn’t respond. I was worried about you.”

Whoa. She was diving straight in.

I replied, “What do you mean, worried? I thought I didn’t exist for you. The last time I checked you didn’t even know my presence in the house.”

That man didn’t know when to talk or when to shut up. And yes, he came forward and said, “Lucas, you are being a selfish brat. Can’t you see she’s worried about you? She has been nagging all day to go to the police too.”

Now why would she do that? But I don’t care, though.

“It’s between her and me. You don’t need to interfere.”

“Lucas, you are being unreasonable,” said my mother.

I scoffed and said, “Mom, you were clear on what you wanted, and I am starting to see my own path too, so it would be better if we both minded our own business.”

My mom’s expression turned grim, and she took my hand. “I’m sorry, Lucas. I know I wasn’t a mother to you all those years, and after you left I understood how much I missed you. You are the only family I have.”

Fuck! Now she was making me feel bad. She talks as if she loves me, but she does things as she likes.

“And again, I am a woman and I have needs, and well, I could have been there for you, given you anything you wanted.”

Then I said, firmly, “If you want me back, then you need to send that man out of the house. If you do that, I might come back.”

She stayed silent, and I just walked past her. I didn’t look back, but I could hear that man saying something to her, like asking her why would she want a son like me. She should just leave me.

One thing I don’t understand about this man. He wasn’t getting angry much, and yet he supposedly loved her enough to marry my mother. He was staying in our house with my mother. I could guess that the man must be mooching off her. It angered me so much that I wanted to beat the shit out of him but seeing how my mother let him be, I just left it to her.

After we were done shopping, Caren and I entered the parking lot, and we heard someone arguing. When I turned to the sounds, I saw my mom and that man. He was pulling her by the hand towards their car.

Instantly, I ran towards them and shoved him off and held my mom. “Mom, what happened?”

She was crying and had bruises on her hand. She replied, “I wanted to wait for you, but he insisted that we leave, and I just told him to go, but he wouldn’t listen. He was taking me by force.”

Anger boiled up in me, and I held him by the collar with one hand. I had a few inches of advantage over him and compared to my strong physique, his lean body couldn’t resist. I threw a few punches at him, but I could hear my mom crying and telling me to stop.

Caren also came running and told me to stop, but I couldn’t control my anger. I know I was angry at my mother for not telling me and for marrying this trash, but I wouldn’t just sit and watch when someone abused her. Seeing her cry made me even more angry.

Both Caren and my mom pulled me back, and Caren then slapped me. “Lucas, you are killing him!”

I staggered back and stood there. Then she said, “Take your mother home first.”

Caren walked to my mom and talked to her, calming her down. Soon, Mother walked to the man and threw the ring at him. She came to me and said, “I’m sorry that it had to come to this, Lucas.”

Caren patted my back and said, “You need to go home and have a talk with your mother, all right?”

Caren gave us a lift. After reaching our home, my mom got out first and I told her I would send off Caren and come in.

After she left, Caren said, “That was some chaotic drama.”

“Yeah, I don’t understand how she could not see it. That man was a total opportunistic bastard. I am sure he trapped for my dad’s insurance money.”

“Language, young man.” I could hear her sigh heavily. She continued, “I didn’t think our sweet time would finish this quickly.”

“Sorry, Caren.”

“It’s not a problem. I will be leaving for business again, so until then, sort out your affairs, and we will meet again.” Then she kissed me, like a lover, holding my face.

I could see my mother standing in the doorway with her eyes wide.

Caren pulled back and said, “Bye, Lucas.”

I stepped back from the car and she drove off.

Walking slowly towards the door, I could feel my mother’s narrowed gaze. She asked, “What did I just see?”

“Well, it is what it is.”

“Lucas!”

“I didn’t ask why you married him, so you should also do the same, Mom.”

Then she went inside and I followed her in. Going into the kitchen, I opened the fridge to get some water and drank two glasses of water.

My mother disappeared upstairs and came down after a minute. She brought a trolley and I asked, “Are you throwing me out of the house again?”

“NO! It belongs to that man,” she said pointing at the main door.

What a fucking sicko! That bastard was standing in the doorway, as if waiting for something. My mom threw the trolley at him and said to never come back here again, told him to fuck off. I didn’t understand. Just a week earlier, she was happy with him and now…

“I thought you were married,” I said as I walked towards the hall.

My mother closed the main door and came to the hall, slumped on the couch beside me.

“It wasn’t official. We just exchanged rings.” She caught her head and said, “I don’t know what I was thinking. Those bitches all encouraged me and said I should try it out.”

She was talking about her friends, our neighbours. They were all nasty people and enjoyed seeing other people in misery.

“You said you were married and all. I thought you were being serious. It broke my heart.” I spoke my mind.

“No, honey, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you. I knew a part of me did that because you would soon leave for college and I didn’t want to be lonely. You can say I was desperate. Even with your father, for the last two years, our marriage had been unstable, and we didn’t want you to know about it so we acted normally around you.”

I was surprised again. I thought they were happy.

“But he died, leaving me in more pain. I wasn’t able to think straight and ended up making the worst decision.”

Sometimes in life, you make choices without knowing how far reaching the consequences will be.

I leaned towards her and held her face. “I’m sorry too, Mom. I didn’t know about what you were going through. But I wasn’t gonna leave you here, alone. I applied for a local university and wanted to go to college from home.”

She caressed my face and said, “That’s great, son.”

She held my face close to her, and I stared right into her eyes. My body just reacted on its own as I leaned in and kissed her soft lips. She didn’t move back or say anything. I kissed her slowly, and my hands softly caressed her neck. Then she started to kiss me back as she moved closer to me. It was exhilarating to kiss her and to feel her lips on mine. Was this real?

We just sat there, kissing and kissing until we were out of breath. We pulled back, still holding ourselves in each other’s hands.

She said, “Honey, I…no…”

I closed her lips, engaging her in another passionate kiss. This time I didn’t stop even though she said to stop. It was too much for my mind as I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to kiss her more.

She freed herself and slapped my chest, saying, “I can’t breathe.”

She was now sitting in my lap, her breath haggard and her gaze locked with mine. I am sure she understood with that kiss, but still I said, “I love you, Mother.”

“I love you too, son.”

“You understand what I am saying, right?”

She shyly bent her head and said, “Yes.”

“I want you to be my woman and only mine.”

She looked at me and said, “But what will people think, honey?”

“I don’t care about them, so you tell me.”

“Your father once told me about the talk he had with you. From then on, I noticed you looking at me. Even though we didn’t talk much, I could feel your gaze on me. I wasn’t angry, rather I felt happier that my son was attracted to me. You know, I am not much of a looker, and it made me feel desired and special. But he said that it was wrong, and we shouldn’t have these feelings, so I just ignored them. Part of the reason I chose that man quickly was because of the way you were taking care of me and the house. It made me want to get close to you and submit myself to you. Afraid of what anyone would say, thinking it was too immoral to do such thing, I couldn’t do it.”

Wow, it was a lot to take in. I didn’t know my mother felt like that. Even though we stopped ourselves, we were here together for the same reason.

“Mom, I think we are fated to be together.”

To which my mom laughed and said, “Fate or not, you are here now and that’s all that matters. I will follow whatever you say.”

“Wait, let me ask you first, did you have sex with him?”

She looked at me and laughed heartily and said, “You are still such a kid.”

“Answer me, mom.”

“No. Although we hooked up a lot, I didn’t let him. I wasn’t sure about the intimacy part with him. We decided to take it slow.”

“What? Did he agree to that?”

“Yeah, he had to because I was the one with the house. He said he travelled a lot for his business, and his house was somewhere in the countryside, so he usually stayed in a hotel.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I should have stayed and looked after you.”

“It’s okay, Son. We got rid of him anyway.”

Call me a hypocrite, but I didn’t like the fact that he stayed here, in my house, with my mother.

Then she said to go and have a bath and come to her room. I showered in the common bathroom while she used the master bathroom. After showering, I entered her room and she was in a bathing robe. She smiled at me as I walked to her. I removed my towel and got on the bed. Her eyes were drawn to my dangling penis and couldn’t look away.

“You are really grown up, Lucas.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I crawled onto her.

To describe her, her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, supple and soft. Her straight black hair and sharp nose had given her a mature charm. If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d say she was similar to Jennifer Beals. She was about 5’9” with slender legs. Her stomach was fleshy with age. She was smiling at me as I gently squeezed her left boob.

“You are so beautiful!” I told her, and then we kissed again before I moved down to her right boob. I ran the tip of my tongue around her nipple, then teased it before sucking it into my mouth.

“Mmmmmm, Baby,” Mom let out as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I worked over her other nipple before we started kissing again. I wanted her badly, and I could tell she wanted me the same way as I slid my hand down her tummy, heading for her pussy. She had a landing strip above her lips. We were still kissing when suddenly she stiffened and squeezed her thighs tightly together as my hand slid down to her pubes.

Mom broke the kiss. “Are you sure about this?” she asked me, but I was so worked up that I kept pushing.

Mom kept her hand on mine in a minor effort to stop me, but my fingers kept going and touched her warm pussy. “More than you can ever know.”

We kissed again, and her tongue slid into my mouth. I was getting turned on and wanted to just throw her down and fuck her, but I kept my cool. Then she told me to sit up.

I sat up, and she got between my legs and leaned forward to kiss me again. When the kiss was over, she crouched between my legs and wrapped her hand around my raging hard on. Maybe it was my mom who was doing it, but I was aroused more than I had been before.

She smiled at me and said, “I’m gonna give you my best from now on.” She pulled the end of my cock and pressed it to her lips. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she rolled her tongue on my cockhead.

“ARRGHH!” I groaned. It was so stimulating, I felt like my brain was melting.

OMG! She looked so hot! I leaned back and let out another moan as she took me in her mouth. I just watched her as she started bobbing up and down on my dick. It was getting me so turned on, and I was afraid I’d cum too soon, so I stopped her and told her to sit on the bed.

She did, and we kissed some more before I pushed her down on her back. I think she thought I was going to fuck her right then, but I had another idea as I got on my knees between her legs and pushed them wide open. Her pussy was beautiful, and she was just waiting for me to eat it.

“Oh MY GOD!” Mom groaned as my tongue slipped into her slit.

I started to eat her pussy—Caren’s pussy licking lessons had come in handy—and in a short while, I made her cum. I kept sucking hard on her clit and loving the taste of her wet pussy as she bucked and yelled with her orgasm.

“Oh, Lucas!” She yelled out, “OH, OH, AHHHHHHH! Oh my GOD!”

Mom was still coming down from her orgasm as I told her to get in the middle of the bed on all fours. She looked surprised but scrambled up like I told her. Mom got down on her forearms with her butt in the air. There was lust in her eyes as she watched me eagerly crawl up and get behind her.

I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slippery slit to get it wet, and she was already letting out moans. I put the head on her warm, juicy opening and pushed in slowly as she started to groan. Mom was so warm and wet that I slid easily inside her snug vagina.

“Oh Oh OH OH OH MMmmmmmm YES!” Mom moaned as I pushed until I was balls deep in her wet cunt.

I grabbed her hips and started to pump in and out. Fuck, it felt so good!

My thrusts grew bolder and stronger. Right away she started to moan and push back harder on my thrusts. It wasn’t long before she had another orgasm that made me pull out when her vagina started gripping and pulsing around my dick. If I hadn’t, it would have made me cum, but I wanted to do it looking into her eyes.

I rolled her over on her back, as she was still moaning, and crawled between her legs. My wet cock slid back into her as we kissed. Mom was so hot; she was kissing the fuck out of me and telling me how much she loved me.

I started to pump her again, and she was still hot from her last orgasm. Her pussy was dripping wet as I began to get faster and harder.

“OH, YES! OH, OH, AHhhh GOD!” Mom was almost panting as we fucked, “I want to make you cum, baby!”

“It won’t be long,” I said in between long, hard, deep strokes.

“OH YEAH, AH, AH, AH…” Mom panted below me, and looking up into my eyes, she said, “Give it to me, Baby!”

My orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard before.

The first four or five squirts came out so hard that the head of my penis stung a little, but it didn’t matter because it felt so fantastic! The next three or four weren’t as strong but felt just as good to me.

Mom jerked when my first blast of cum shot out inside of her. On the second, she moaned loudly and dug her fingernails into my back. I didn’t even feel it until later because I just kept grunting and cumming until my balls were empty.

Mom was lifting her crotch off the bed with my thrusts. Having her own orgasm made her pussy tighten up and milk my throbbing dick. When it was over, we were both out of breath. I just left my dick buried in her until my breath came back.

“God, I love you!” I told her.

“Oh baby,” she replied, looking into my eyes, “I love you so much it hurts!”

I lay there, holding her, still feeling like it was a dream. Slowly, we drifted into sleep while we talked.

***

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I got off the bed and picked up the towel from the floor and wrapped it around my waist. I went to the bathroom and freshened up. I texted Caren that I had made up with my mom—not the bedroom part, though. She told me that she had left for her trip, and James was having his time with his girlfriend on their trip.

Then I came down to see my mother standing in the kitchen. I sneaked up from behind and hugged her.

“Ah!” she gasped. “Lucas, that scared me!” She said as she turned back to see me.

Leaning forward, I kissed her neck and said, “Good morning, my beautiful mother.” Wrapping my hands around her tummy, I felt refreshed, hugging her first thing in the morning.

Soon, I started feeling more aroused and I brought my lips to hers and started kissing her. She pulled back to catch her breath. She let out a giggle but then took over and initiated another passionate kiss. My hands went up her skirt and teased her pussy through her panties. My fingers pushed her panties aside and played with her warm flesh. She moaned and nibbled on my earlobe as she wrapped her arms around my neck to keep her balance. Mom’s moans were sexy and soft. I loved hearing her moan. because her Her voice was like something out of a dream.

I backed Mom up to the kitchen counter and pulled her panties down her soft, sexy legs. She stepped out of them and let them lie on the kitchen floor. She spread her legs for me as I lifted her skirt and undid the button. I removed the towel which was like a tent because of my hard on.

“Should we?” Mom asked, smiling sensuously.

I looked into her eyes as I held out my hardened cock. I saw her glance down at it and gasp. While helping her sit on the counter, I positioned my cock right at the point of entry of her lips. I thrust into her, and she put her arms on my shoulders and moaned as she bit her lip. Her legs wrapped around my ass as I started moving. My thrusts were slow. We kissed and felt each other’s bodies.

The excitement and rush of having sex right in the kitchen were turning on both of us. Our pace picked up because neither of us wanted to stop and we both wanted to cum. I bit her gently on the side of the neck, and she gasped again. Mom was meeting my upward thrusts with her downward thrusts. Here was my beautiful mother, who was still very young, (she had me in her teenage years), was actively participating in our forbidden love affair.

“Oh, Baby. Fuck me! Fuck your mother!” Mom said as her tongue met mine and her pussy covered my hard cock.

It was still very new and exciting to hear my mother talk like this. She was usually the prim and proper woman. She still dressed every bit like the lady she was.

“Oh God! Do you like my pussy baby?” Mom asked all sexed up.

“I love it!” I said as I thrust in and out of her.

My hands caressed her ass as I guided her up and down on my cock. My legs were getting tired, so I laid down on my back on the kitchen floor with my cock still inside my loving mother.

“Baby!” Mom whispered loudly as my cock was fully inserted into her, and her body trembled from the deepness of my penetration.

Mom started riding me in this position. Her eyes were closed and sweat formed on her face. She looked about as sexy as a woman had ever looked. My hands were still planted on her firm ass, underneath her work skirt. Her pointy nipples poked through her bra and blouse and begged to be sucked on.

“Ooooh,” Mom moaned as my fingers played with her clit while she rode me.

I turned the tables on her and flipped her over on her back and kissed her with all the passion I had pent up, while continuing our lovemaking. I thrust my cock in and out of her as she arched her back and met my kisses at the same time.

“Hmmmm.” Mom moaned.

I was grunting as I felt my cum stirring in my balls.

“Cum with me, Baby.” Mom whispered repeatedly into my ear as she licked and sucked it.

“Oh, I’m going to cum!” I moaned into her other ear.

“Yeah. Cum for me, Baby!” Mom whispered fiercely.

“Yeah, I’m cumming!” I whispered loudly into her ear.

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming with you, Baby!” She moaned back.

I exploded into her again, noticing her body rocking with tremors and spasms.

“God, I needed that, Baby!” Mom exclaimed as I laid on top of her.

I rolled off and just laid there on the bare floor next to her.

“A shame to let this go to waste.” Mom said, grabbing my cock, referring to the cum coating it.

She leaned down and licked the cum off slowly, savoring the taste. I laid back and watched her with a smile on my face. She grabbed her panties and slowly put her legs into them and pulled them up in a sort of reverse tease.

“Now I have to leave for work. I have used all my leave, and I need to sort that out. I will come home early, and we can continue this in the evening. Bye, Honey.”

Then she left for work.