A Veiled Maria Fucks her Mature Son

My mother is a devout Catholic and insists that we attend Mass every Sunday. At times she is in crisis, she stops to attend morning Mass every day on her way to work. She prays for me and for my father who passed away several years ago. My father died when I was six and she keeps him close to her heart. When we attend Mass together on Sundays, she and I light a candle for him. For my mother, it is still very difficult at times not to have the closeness with my father that she once had but in her mind she keeps close to him in spirit and through prayer.

My mother’s name is Maria and I know she finds strength through these ceremonies. She is intent on keeping herself beautiful for him wherever he is. She also keeps herself in shape for him and always looks her best. Sometimes it can be difficult for her and in those moments, she cries often, tends to be irritable and gets on my case for short comings in the way I have matured or not.

Maria Rossi Gallo is still married to my father even in his death. She doesn’t suffer fools and, as far as I know, has not had a man since my father’s passing twelve years ago. Her real-world commitments are to her job and her family, which is me.

She was a gifted child who made it through law school and who now provides both of us with a very comfortable lifestyle. If there are any current disappointments in her life, I suppose one of them is me.

I haven’t tried very hard in school and my past grades as well as the fact that I barely won my high school diploma are a great source of heartache for my mother.

How many times has she said to me:

“Joseppi, why do you not do well in school?”(With my friends I’m Joe but to my mother I am always “Joseppi”)

“Why won’t you try?”

Or, if she wants to get under my skin.

“If you don’t try, girls are not gonna want you.” She will tell me in her accented English.

This last one hurts and it’s true that I don’t have a girlfriend.

I usually figure that it’s more because I’m super shy around girls than anything else. I go silent when I’m around them and find it very difficult to talk to girls.

Sometimes, when a girl flirts with me, I feel self-conscious and look away.

Thus, I’m left with porn and the fantasies I can spin from images and dirty stories. I love to look at images and videos of naked women while I lick saliva on my palm and stroke my seven-inch dick. I dream about the pussies and asses that I see on the internet and often get myself off four or five times a day. Pictures of older women can prompt me to have fantasies about neighbors or a woman I may see at a store or at church.

There are a couple of women with large asses who are always at church. I like to imagine myself running my hand up their nylons into their dresses or tasting and smelling their well-shaped asses. The fantasies go on and on.

The internet porn stories that really get me are those that portray incestuous couplings between a mother and her mature son. It always brings me to thoughts of licking and fucking my own beautiful mother.

My mother Maria keeps herself fit and always dresses elegantly. Even in the garden, she wears designer jeans that accentuate her well-shaped ass and a cute blouse that accents the shape of her body as well as her perky breasts. The perfume she dapples on her skin accents the scent of her own body well and I especially like it when we’re sitting together driving to church on a warm day after she has perspired a bit.

My mother’s perfume mixes with the smell of her sweat, and this never fails to make me hard while I sit near her. Over the years, I’ve learned to expect this so I try to remember to adjust my dick so it has room to be hard without revealing itself to the world.

On this day, unfortunately, I had forgotten to adjust my dick beforehand and the fragrance of my mother was especially tantalizing. On our way to Mass, my mother looked over at me and said.

“Joseppi, what are you doing with that? You should hide it before we get to church.”

I immediately felt embarrassed as my mother continued.

“Come-on, put it in a place that where it won’t show itself to the world.”

“You’re more like your father than you realize. I remember times when I would tell him what I’m telling you now.”

“Go ahead, just do it! I don’t want to see you like that.” She said with a gruff little snarl.

She gave me that look that says “You are going to Hell” which is a bit scary for me.

I reached in my pants and pushed my cock to the side where it would remain less apparent. As I did this, I felt the tip of my dick and a little bit of precum that I would have loved to rub. That said, I took to minding my manners while I saw my mother watching me with an odd look in her eye.

While continuing drive, my mother chose this moment to lay into me about my plans for the future and how I expected to get into college. She became adamant that I enroll at the local community college and make good grades so I can transfer to a better school and preferably an elite institution.

This discussion always pained me. My thoughts, as happens when I get nervous, turned to stroking my cock and ejaculating several times.

“How you gonna get a nice girl if you don’t do well in a good school?!!”

“You know, if you do well, some girl is gonna get very wet for you!”

That last comment hurts and takes me by surprise. Although I’ve heard the urging to community college many times, my mother has never expressed anything about girls getting wet or anything about a woman’s sexuality.

The way she said it hurts and it kind of makes me want to hide or at least run into the stall in the men’s room at church and quickly ejaculate into the toilet.

The remainder of the drive was silent. When we arrive at church fifteen minutes early as usual, I excuse myself to the bathroom.

My mother just couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“Yes go, you have a lot to take care of there.”

I went down the stairs with the scent of my mother and her perfume still resonating on my olfactory senses. I marched into the empty bathroom arriving, finally at a stall. I took out my dick which was hard and sensitive with precum oozing from the tip. I wrapped my hand around it and used my fluid to lubricate my whole hard dick which I began to rub fast. I lasted about half a minute and my penis squirted cum over the toilet and onto the wall in several dramatic spasms. Once finished, I felt the tension drain from my body and I felt weak for a few seconds.

I cleaned the wall, washed my hands and returned up the stairs to the sanctuary. My mother was sitting in our usual spot where I went to sit beside her.

She turned and whispered softly in my ear. I could feel her warm breath as the sibilants of her whispered words tickled in my ear.

“Do you feel better now?”

I nodded slightly but looked straight ahead hoping that my mother would drop it.

The summer passed and my mother didn’t bring up any more comments about girls getting wet but we did talk more about college. I saw her pray more and all this helped me to get my priorities in line.

One evening about a week before school would start, I saw my mother kneeling at her bed with her arms stretched out and her face pushed into the bed spread. Clearly, she was in intense prayer but my gaze focused on her beautiful ass. It’s shape sublime in its contours and the sexy separation between the globes of her athletic but soft looking ass cheeks turned me on. I took in enough for a good memory but didn’t look too long.

In September, I started classes at the community college and began work in earnest. I came home and studied and made good grades. My mother checked on me often and seemed pleased. I was happy too and my interest in learning improved a great deal. Nice to be able to discover something I liked and to please my mother at the same time.

During late September as I walked by her open bedroom door, I saw her completely naked doing some chore. I couldn’t help gazing at her briefly. Amazing to see her naked well shaped ass and when she turned around to look at me, I could see the lips of her vagina poking out from her bush.

“What are you looking at?” she said emphatically.

“Do you like what you see?”

She gave me a little smile but paired it with her “You’re going to Hell” eyes. I moved on but I couldn’t unsee what I saw.

Just now, after having seen her whole body including the flesh of her pussy, I had to have a release before resuming with my homework.

I closed the door to my room.

All I could think about was that I wanted to smell my mother’s cunt.

That fleshy cunt I could see peeking out from her chestnut-colored bush. I grabbed my prick with wet tip ready for my hand. I stroked myself while feeling the pleasure of my dick stimulating the base of my spine. I lost myself in that feeling for a few minutes until I came.

I lay on my bed quiet for a moment until my mother called through the door.

“Josseppi, are you okay?”

This broke me out of my dream state, and I answered.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

“I heard you call out, just checking.”

In my extasy and excitement, I didn’t realize I had made a noise. I continued to lie there for a few minutes before I started my schoolwork.

Weeks went by mostly as normal with my mother often telling me how proud she was that I was serious about school. She seemed happy and smiled at me a lot.

One day, when I arrived home early in the afternoon, I saw her underwear on the floor by her bed. My impulse was to ignore the sultry panties but my horny curiosity drew me to them.

Her black panties and her bra were on the floor. I just had to pick them up and smell. Thoughts of smelling my mother’s pussy had been dominating my mind for several weeks and here was my chance!

I sniffed her bra and could smell her perfume along with that aroma she has when she sweats. I took a whiff into a cup of her bra and imagined her nipple hard in my mouth. Whoa! My prick had become stiff and unyielding.

Next, I took her panties and immediately smelled the crotch where it wraps around her pussy and found what can be no finer scent. I rubbed my face into the fabric and licked at it. “This is amazing!!” I thought.