Banter with Mom by mtnman2003

Literotic asexstories – Banter with Mom by mtnman2003,

My mom walked out on us early in my life. At six years old, with two younger brothers, I helped my dad raise me and my brothers. I learned cooking, cleaning, and ranch work early. We were close. We grew up tough, running a town of 15,000 people. When something happened in town, they came to see where I and my brothers had been at the time.

Then, for unknown reasons, our mom reentered our lives when I was 15. By then, I was over 6’3″ tall, a freshman in high school, and an athlete. To this day, I do not know why I moved to live with my mom in a community about 15-miles from my dad and brothers.

My new town was small. 380-people populated the community. And my mom owned a restaurant 1-block from school. A small, rural high school, farm kids were brought by bus to school. I ran with my cousins, the local town tough kids. Drinking, girls, more drinking, more girls was the daily way of life. My sexual experiences began at 13 for me. By late high school time, I knew the buttons to push to fire up a girl’s young body. I practiced as often as possible.

But, I was different. Everyone in the community knew who I was. I got involved in sports at the high school. Lean, mean, and with the appropriate attitude, sports came easy. I loved football, an approved way which you could apply intense physical force to damage the opponent. It came easy. I kept lifting, running, building a body that was suited for the sport. Coach always told me he could teach skills, he could not teach heart, he could not teach size. I had the fire in the belly. I had god given size. As a sophomore, at 6’5″ tall, weighing 200 lbs, playing defensive end, I tackled our own quarterback during a practice, breaking 3 of his ribs. I was appointed the new quarterback.

Being star quarterback on the football team, center on the basketball team, and pitching and playing 1st base on the baseball team, I was in the popular group of kids all schools have. By the time I reached 18, early in my senior year, I had bedded many of the girls in the school. As a senior, I even had one mom open the door when I arrived to pick her sophomore daughter up for a date, step outside, and refuse to let her daughter go out with me. Seems the small town buzz indicated that I was a bit of a cad. So her daughter snuck out, showed up at my place, we did the nasty anyway. I even dated her older sister for awhile, the one in my class so I could do her as well.

This sets the premise for my story. My mom was very aware of my social activities. On two separate occasions, she had come to my room to find me in the middle of sexual relations with one of the girls from school. The most she said was “Can I see you shortly?” And to add to her frustrations, I would notch my wooden headboard each time I scored with a new girl. This got to be a delight for both of us. It got to be a routine with us. After going out, the following morning she would ask “Get any honey on your stinger last night?” She would come check the notches on my headboard, shake her head in disbelief, and remind me “Son, one of them gets pregnant, you marry them!” What got her the most was when one of the ladies would come over unannounced, want to see me, and we would disappear to my room for our sexual activities. Mom knew full well what we were up to. She was amazed that they lined up for me. I would joke about being the best, knowing secrets that each could not resist.

As I settled into my senior year, mom became more interested in my activities. I must have been really dense. Our game became regular. Even repeat dates, mom would come to my room, rub my back, and openly discuss my date with the young lady of the prior evening. And we discussed some explicit details. “Did Clair suck your cock,” she might ask. “Did Brenda swallow your cum?” she may ask outright. “Was she a virgin?” she might continue. After several minutes of discussion, she would swat my ass, stand and march out of my room. “Remember son, one gets pregnant, you marry them!” she would state and off she would go.

Ours had never been a life of being prudes. I often ran around in my briefs. And mom would often talk to me while in her short nightgown. I could see the outline of her body, her nipples showing through the material. She may be laying on her back on her bed, with the tits shifting off to the side. I would joke with her about having a tit in her armpit. That one always made her laugh out loud. One morning before school, I had just finished my shower when mom entered the bathroom, bringing a shirt I had asked about being clean. Standing, drying my hair, my body was in full view. Having stroked my rod in the shower, he was in a chubbed state. “Well son, I now know why they come back so often,” she laughed and headed out the door. I dropped my arms to my side, giving a full frontal stance.

“Mom,” I said. As she turned to look at me, her eyes glued themselves to my crotch. “Thanks for grabbing my shirt,” I continued.

“You’re welcome baby,” Mom stated. A few fractured seconds passed. She turned, moving quickly out of the bathroom. I finished drying, shaved my fuzzy face, dressed, and headed back to my room. Passing Mom’s door, I could hear muffled grunts. I stopped, leaning to her door. I could not see what was happening, but Mom was grunting out “Fuck Mommy Baby! That’s it Baby! Fuck Momma!” My cock lurched to attention. I pictured my mom for the first time as a sexual person. I pictured her, her body racking itself with her approaching orgasm. I pictured her hips arching, raising high off the bed, her body growing tense. I pictured her involuntary thrust upwards, her hips jumping to meet her fingers as she pleasured herself. I heard her groan softly.

I headed off to my room, my stiff cock leading the way. “Holy shit,” I whispered to myself. I dressed quickly. Very quickly. I raced back to Mom’s room. Knocking softly, cracking the door, I found Mom still in her bed, covered, resting quietly. “Hey mom,” I whispered.

“What do you need baby,” Mom asked? I entered her room like many times before. As I approached her bed, she raised her hands, placing them under her head. The covers hovered just above her breasts. I sat down sideways to her, lifting a leg up, bending it at the knee. My thigh lay gently against her side. My elbow rested on her stomach. I placed my hand at the top of the covers, hand open, palm down between her tits, resting on her sternum. Her tits were spread wide, rolling toward the sides of her body. I massaged gently, my fingers dancing on her bare skin just above the covers.

We had been here many, many times before. We had many talks in such a situation. But never had I looked at her as a sexual toy. I noticed her face. For being old, 37-years of age, Mom had a very pretty face. Her skin was flawless, no signs of aging wrinkles. Her body was good, she attended the exercise classes at the school 3-days per week. And she walked briskly each day. Carrying her hand weights. I often laughed at her when she left with the massive 2 ½ lb weights. When I had time, we often went together, me to keep her company. A brisk walk to me seemed what old people did. I noticed her hair, how it framed her face. “You’re beautiful Mom!” I blurted out.

“Go on kiddo,” she replied. “What do you want,” she asked.

“Did you cum?” I asked. You could have heard a pin drop. Mom just stared at me. “Did you cum,” I repeated.

“What kind of question is that for a son to ask his mom,” she replied.

“Mom, you get to ask me questions about my dates,” I stated. “I want to know if you came,” I stated again. “Do you pleasure yourself with your fingers? Do you use a dildo?” I asked. I stared into her eyes. Her jaw tightened. Her eyes flickered. I could see a twinkle in her eye.

“You heard me?” she stated softly. “Were you listening to me,” she asked.

“That’s not the question Mom,” I said. “I asked you if you came,” I repeated again.

“Get off to school Baby,” she growled. “That’s not really your business now is it?” she continued.

“Mom, answer my question. Did you cum?” I again asked. I sat, softly stroking her neck with my fingertips. She hesitated. I flattened my hand on her covers, shook my hand back and forth. Her boobs flopped back and forth several times. The movement startled her, her hands reached to grasp my hand. A playful grin crossed her face. Her eyes again twinkled.

“I will tell you when you get home from practice today. Now off with you. You don’t want to be late picking up,” her voice faltered. “Who is you target for today,” she laughed. I leaned to kiss her. This time, for the first time, I felt her lips as we kissed goodbye. I licked my lips, leaned to kiss her quickly again. Rising, I gave her a wink.

“God I love armpits with tits,” I quipped. Turning, I was off. “See you later Mom,” I said as I headed off down the stairs. “Love you,” I shouted.

“Love you too Baby,” she replied. “Drive carefully!”

Driving up to Stacey’s house, all I could picture was my mom. Her body naked, her legs splayed wide open, her fingers mashing her clit back and forth rapidly. I pictured her hips thrusting to meet each invasion of her fingers, her juices leaking out of her hole. I could see her face, her eyes closed tightly as she pictured what her lover was doing to her body. I could see her mouth open, hear her ragged breathing. I pictured myself between her legs, my mouth moving upwards, closing in on her exposed cunt. I could smell her musky odor, her sex. I could hear her soft moans as my tongue stretched out to taste her, sliding up her slit, circling her clit, and sliding back down to her hole. I could see the muscles of her stomach straining to tilt her hips upwards, raising her cunt to my face. I pictured her watching me, her head propped up on pillows, watching me eat her pussy. I pictured her hands caressing my hair as I hungrily dived into her cunt, pushing my face between her lips, sucking in her juices. I felt her jump as my lips surrounded her clit, sucking it into my mouth.