Mom is a Fifty-Year-Old Virgin

Literotic asexstories – Mom is a Fifty-Year-Old Virgin by WildcatF4F1941,WildcatF4F1941 This is a short story featuring analingus (aka rimming or asslicking). If that is not something of interest to you, please find stories more suited to your taste.

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Cast of Characters:

Jakob Falk — me. Autistic, intelligent but asexual. Blessed with a job that requires I sometime watch porn twelve hours a day.

Terese Falk — my mother. Strikingly beautiful with an IQ through the roof.

Ilsa (aka Ksenia Svetlana) — a beautiful Russian prostitute with an assumed name out of the movie Casablanca.

Concierge (unnamed) — able to provide everything we need.

Terese, my mother, and I have always relied solely on each other. We lack friends, and our relatives have distanced themselves from us. The people we serve professionally only engage with us during occasional business lunches. Despite our social isolation, we share a unique bond. Both Mom and I are multi-millionaires: she boasts a net worth exceeding $100 million, while my portfolio, at age 25, stands at approximately $15 million. The home we share is a luxurious villa within a gated community in an upscale Dallas suburb. Interestingly, both Mom and I identify as asexual; neither of us has ever experienced sexual intimacy, and neither has any interest in doing so.

Mom, now in her fifties, possesses extraordinary mathematical acumen. She completed high school by age fourteen, graduated from college at seventeen, and earned her PhD in mathematics from the University of Texas before turning twenty. Her doctoral research focused on applying Perfect Numbers to strengthen encryption codes. Her groundbreaking dissertation caught the attention of the Defense Industry, leading to highly compensated consulting work for the military (both for the US and allies) on various weapons programs.

As for myself, I am on the autism spectrum. My lack of interpersonal skills stems from both my autism and my unconventional education–I was homeschooled with few outside activities through the completion of high school. Despite this, I graduated from SMU with high honors in Computer Science. Face-to-face communication poses challenges except with Mom. I excel at analyzing and repairing intricate computer software afflicted by ransomware, trojan horses, and various viruses. Clients often commend my ability to cut through complexity and provide practical recommendations in my written reports.

During my upbringing, I often questioned my paternity, but Mom remained secretive. Only after I turned twenty-one did she reveal the circumstances of my birth. She explained that as she approached her twenty-fifth birthday, she realized she wanted a companion and believed a child would fulfill that need. She never engaged in sexual relations or even shared a kiss with a man. I was conceived through artificial insemination. She traveled to India to utilize an artificial insemination service specializing in high-IQ and talented donors.

Mom is gorgeous. I’m not just saying that because she’s my mother–she really is! We see each other in the nude frequently, but we never give those situations more than a passing thought. She stands about five foot eight inches tall (we are about the same height). She has black, pageboy-style hair down almost to her shoulders, and her figure puts many porn queens to shame. Lately, I have wet dreams that involve my mother.

I successfully completed a three-month project for a major porn website. Some nefarious actors in Eastern Europe infected their system with an insidious bug, which was passed on to the premium subscribers of the site. Ten to twelve hours a day, I watched dual screens, one continuously running porn videos and the other displaying the code line by line corresponding to the porn video. I found and destroyed the virus affecting their system, saving them millions of dollars in ransom payments. I was compensated handsomely for my work and was offered sex with some of the porn actresses as a bonus, an offer which I declined.

Mom was taking time off after recently completing a very lucrative engagement with the Israeli Defense Force, making the encryption codes in their air defense systems more secure.

Late one hot July day in Dallas, we were relaxing by our pool enjoying drinks. We were both nude, except Mom, wearing a floppy sun hat. Over the years, we have each exhibited our bodies to the other without sexual overtone. Nevertheless, I admire Terese’s seemingly perfect body. Mom playfully rubbed sunscreen on my penis. Judging from the cocks I’ve seen on porn actors, I guess mine to be somewhat small. Mom laughed at my concern, saying porn stars’ dicks are unreal and that mine would be satisfactory should I ever decide to use it for recreational purposes.

Mom appeared to be dozing; however, I leaned in her direction and said, “Terese, with both of us having time off and considering the impending Texas heat over the next few months, how about we embark on a motorcycle tour throughout Europe next month?”

“Excellent idea, Jakob!” she replied. “I’ll contact our concierge service to make the arrangements. We can air freight our bikes to Germany, and the service will handle accommodation throughout the trip. Then walked over, kissed me on the cheek, and added, “Brilliant suggestion!”

Two weeks later, we were comfortably seated in a small charter jet bound for Frankfurt, where our motorcycles awaited us. We then commenced our adventure.

***

Arriving in Berlin two weeks later, following stops in Heidelberg and Dresden, we easily found the unhosted BnB, our concierge service reserved for our four-night stay. So far, the service has provided exactly what we specified, and we’ve been delighted with the arrangements. In Berlin, the service procured us a secluded dacha originally constructed for the occupying Soviet high command on the shores of Grossdoellersee near Goering’s Carinhall estate site. As we settled into our quarters, this region’s temperature reached an unusual 33 degrees Celsius. After a refreshing nude swim in the cool lake, we lounged on deck chairs, basking in the sun.

Mom rubbed sunscreen on my body, taking time to tease my dick playfully. Uncharacteristically, it responded to her stroking. She, with a smile, said, “It looks like your dicky-doo is getting excited.”

This was the first time I sustained an erection in front of my mother. She laughed it off and told me not to be embarrassed. She then asked me to apply sunscreen to her. She lay on her back, and as I was spreading the lotion around her tits, I experienced another boner. I ignored it, and although Mom could see it, she said nothing. She turned over for me to work in the lotion on her backside. I smoothed the cream over her legs and then massaged a quantity unto her butt. I placed one hand on each of her asscheeks and massaged vigorously. I became fixated on her anus. I rubbed copious amounts of cream in her butt crack and found myself touching her asshole. My dick was harder than I had ever experienced, so I reached down with my other hand and stroked it gently. Mom did not see what I was doing but could feel me touching her rosebud. Without looking back, she said, “Aren’t you going to finish my back before I burn.” I quickly returned to the task at hand, and my erection gradually diminished.

As we have done for as long as I can recall, Mom and I shared a bed and slept together in the nude. The air was sultry, and the dacha was not air-conditioned, so we left the French doors open and slept with only a sheet. At sunrise, I awoke and found myself spooning my mother with my rigid dick nestled in her butt crack. She was already awake and said, “Wake up, sleepy head. Did you get your jollies?” Only then did I remember I had experienced a wet dream and realized I had coated Mom’s butt and anus with my cum. I retained the hard-on until I peed.

“Jakob, you’re obviously getting horny. Many prostitutes in Berlin will be happy to take care of your situation. I’ll have our concierge find an appropriate one for you and have her come here. I’ll go to an art exhibit in the city while she visits you so you can have some privacy.”

That evening, our driver delivered a beautiful woman to the dacha. She was about five feet four inches tall and had a full figure, a beautiful heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and curly blonde, shoulder-length hair. She introduced herself as Ilsa. Mom asked, “Are you Scandinavian?” Ilsa replied that she was Russian but came to Berlin for work and adopted that name for her work. She revealed her real name as Ksenia but preferred to go by Ilsa. Almost immediately, I found that I could easily converse with her. Mom left with the driver, saying she’d return in about four hours.

Ilsa requested vodka neat, and I opened myself a cold Spaten beer. We sat on the deck to enjoy our libations. Ilsa was a good conversationalist and I was content to listen. We downed several drinks each. Without effort, I told her about my work in Dallas and the hobbies Mom and I pursued. She moved to my chair and squeezed close to me. She ran her hand through my hair and touched my face gently. She kissed me on my lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I had never experienced anything like that. She undressed and suggested we lay in bed. Her body was beautiful with large, firm tits and a trimmed pubic area. I followed suit and shed my clothes. We lay together, embracing and continuing to kiss. Ilsa fondled my dick while we kissed, but I could not raise a hard. She gently placed my cock in her mouth and worked the base with her hand. Still no erection. I said, “Ilsa, I’m sorry, but nothing will happen. I just … I don’t know …”

She spoke softly in her sexy Russian accent, “Jakob, do not concern yourself. I understand …”

“I’m not gay. I have never had sexual desire. … I thought it was going to be different this time. … It’s not a reflection on you. I find you very attractive, and I’m more able to converse with you than anyone I know other than Terese … you’ll be paid fully for your efforts …”

“Jakob, don’t worry. Your man already paid me four thousand euros before I arrived.”

We watched an old movie together, lying on the bed in the nude, laughing together at the corny movie. Mom arrived back at the dacha as the movie ended. I explained to Mom what had happened. She thanked Ilsa for her efforts, and our driver returned her to the city.

Later that night, I had another wet dream about Mom and awoke in the morning with a stiff dick situated in Mom’s ass crack and large amounts of my cum on the sheets, on Mom’s butt, and even on her tits.

***

As we settled into our modern chalet overlooking Lake Lucerne near Lucerne, Switzerland, I broached a subject with Terese, which I had been thinking about during the long hours as we drove our BMW motorcycles from Germany to Switzerland. “Terese. I’ve been thinking as we rode these past couple of days. … I’d like to see Ilsa again.”

“Jakob, what do you think seeing her will accomplish?”

“I’m not sure. I may fail again, but I only know I must see her again. Can we head back to Berlin?”

“If you feel you must see her, then you must. Let’s not double back to Berlin. We’ll get the concierge to charter a plane for her. He can probably have her here by late tomorrow morning. I liked her, and you seemed to have a rapport with her. We’ll have to see what develops. But Jakob, please remember. She is a prostitute.”

“I know that, Terese, but it doesn’t matter.”

***

Ilsa arrived at the chalet before noon the next morning. She and I embraced tightly and exchanged a lengthy, wet kiss. We continued to embrace for a considerable time. Mom spoke, “I’ll leave you two alone …”

“No, Terese, please stay. I want … I need your help.”

“What can I do to ‘help’?” she asked.

“Terese, I need you to be a ‘fluff girl’ to prepare me for intimacy with Ilsa.”

“What?”

“A fluff girl gets male porn stars ready for action …”

“I know what a fluff girl is, but why do you need me to do that?”

“I want desperately to make love with Ilsa, and I know from our last meeting that I will not be able to unless you help me …”

“How can I help?”

“You know the wet dreams I’ve been having? …”

“Yes, every morning I wake up caked with you cum and your stiff dick poking my ass.”

“Those dreams are so vivid, and I have the same dream every night. I fantasize I’m licking your anus. I then experience an orgasm and ejaculate onto you. If you let me lick your ass, I should get a boner and can fuck Ilsa. Will you do it?”

Without hesitation, she said, “Sure, let’s get started.”

Ilsa and I lay side by side and kiss passionately. After an extended period of smooching, I touch her pussy and feel it to be moist. Ilsa grasps my cock and strokes it gently, but I get no erection. She goes down on me and sucks my dick, but still, my dick doesn’t respond.

I roll slightly to lay on my back, and Mom sits on my face, facing towards my feet. She leans back and maneuvers herself to where her anus is over my face. I softly touch her rosebud with my tongue and feel a tingling in my dick, so I put my hands on her asscheeks and spread them apart. I kiss her asshole. My dick goes to full erection. Ilsa strokes my hard cock, and I feel her warm lips over its head.

Ilsa mounts me and guides my stiff dick into her cunt. I lick Mom’s asshole with much enthusiasm. After a time, Mom adjusts her position so that her pussy is in my face. I lick her labia and push my tongue into her vaginal opening. Ilsa continues to bounce on my dick, and I feel a stirring in my groin. Juices from Mom’s pussy cover my face — it’s a very pleasant taste, so I lick all around to get more of that sweet nectar. I try to tongue her clit but cannot reach it in my present position. Mom moans, and I sense she is close but doesn’t reach orgasm. Ilsa is bouncing faster and faster, and I sense she is near to an orgasm. I feel her pussy muscles tightening, which causes me to lose my full load of cum into her pussy. She squeals as an orgasm runs through her body.

Both women get off me. Ilsa kisses me and says, “I want you to do me like you just did your mother.”

She lays face down and raises her bottom. I spread her butt cheeks apart and kiss her asshole. I work my tongue around and make slight penetration of her anus. Mom rubs my back and puts a finger in my asshole as I work my tongue on Ilsa’s rosebud. I reach under Ilsa with my hand and squeeze one of her tits, and with the other hand, I rub her pussy. My dick remains hard, and Mom stokes it until I ejaculate. Ilsa moans, shivers, and experiences another orgasm. Ilsa rolls onto her back, and I lay atop her, kissing her passionately. Mom embraces us both.

My boner has not abated. I study my beautiful mother’s body and ask, “Terese, can I fuck you?”

She thinks about my request and replies, “I’d rather not. … would you like to put it in my asshole?”

Without answering, I slop some K-Y Jelly onto her butthole and rub some on my cock. Ilsa sits next to me and kisses me on the neck. She helps guide my dick into Mom’s hole. I ease into the cavity and push until my pubic area rests on Mom’s buttocks. I ease back and forth slowly but gradually pick up the tempo. I reach around and knead each of Mom’s tits and work her protruding nipple with my thumb and finger. Mom’s moans become louder. She breathlessly says, “Jakob, take it out. Put it in my pussy. Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

Mom turned over onto her back. I finger her pussy. It is wet and ready. Ilsa helps guide my cock into the wet cunt. Her pussy is tight, as expected, so I ease my cock in. I pound Mom’s pussy missionary style. Ilsa masturbates as I fucked Mom. I fuck her slow to start with, then up-tempo until she screams with delight as she experiences her first-ever orgasm. I felt my cum almost blowing out into Mom’s wet pussy. Ilsa reaches orgasm and kisses Terese and then me. The three of us collapse onto the bed and, satisfied, pass off to sleep.

EPILOGUE

About Twenty Years Later

I asked Mom what she wanted to do for her seventieth birthday. She thought it would be great if our teenage twins spent an evening with friends, and then she, Ilsa, and I could have a nice dinner and come home for some fun afterward. She has maintained celibacy since that day in Lucerne. Mom is still as beautiful now as she was twenty or even forty years ago. I was anxious to have intimacy again with Terese.

I said yes and was sure Ilsa would enjoy such an evening.

***

In the quiet corners of a world unseen, Where numbers dance and secrets lie between, Terese, the mathematician, finds her grace, Her mind a symphony, a boundless space.

Jakob, her son, a silent sentinel, His words confined, his thoughts a citadel, Yet in the circuits, codes, and hidden lines, He weaves his magic, where the binary shines.

Born of science, Jakob’s heart remains untamed, Asexual, unyielding, yet not unnamed, He shares his solitude with Terese, his kin, Their bond unbreakable, their love akin.

Together they ride, BMWs on winding roads, Escaping Dallas’ heat, their heavy loads, Across Europe’s landscapes, they find their way, Two souls entwined, seeking a brighter day.

And in a Soviet dacha near Berlin’s embrace, Jakob meets Ilsa, a name from a distant place, Ksenia, once a Russian night’s fleeting star, Now Ilsa, echoing love in whispers afar.

Terese and Ilsa, an unexpected pair, Their hearts converge, their souls laid bare, While Jakob and Ilsa, in silent vows, entwine, Their love blooms, and twins are born in rhyme.