Mom is a Fifty-Year-Old Virgin

Literotic asexstories – Mom is a Fifty-Year-Old Virgin by WildcatF4F1941,WildcatF4F1941 Mom is a Fifty-Year-Old Virgin

This is a short story featuring anilingus (aka rimming or asslicking). If that is not something of interest to you, please find stories more suited to your taste.

I appreciate any comments you have to offer. This story starts somewhat slow, but I think most who continue to read will enjoy the escapades of the characters. Enjoy.

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. Our mutual passions include astronomy, antique Porsches, riding BMW airhead motorcycles, and indulging in 1930s-era Pre-Code films featuring the iconic Joan Blondell. 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 an 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 the application of Perfect Numbers in encryption codes. Unlike most academics, she has never worked for a corporation; her independent spirit rebels against taking orders from superiors. Her groundbreaking dissertation caught the attention of the Defense Industry, leading to highly compensated consulting work for the military (both in the US and among our 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 through the completion of high school. Despite this, I graduated from SMU with high honors in Computer Science. While face-to-face communication poses challenges, I excel at analyzing and repairing intricate computer software that are 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.

Despite, or maybe because of, these disabilities, my mother and I have always been close confidantes. Throughout my upbringing, I often questioned my paternity, but Mom remained tight-lipped. Only after I turned twenty-one did she finally reveal the circumstances of my birth. She explained that as she approached her twenty-fifth birthday, she realized she wanted a companion and believed that having a child would fulfill that need. Remarkably, she never engaged in sexual relations or even shared a kiss with a man. Instead, I was conceived through artificial insemination. She traveled to India and sought out 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 (she and I 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. (Yes, I have viewed porn over the years, but I do not find it sexually stimulating.) Several nights a week, I’ll have a wet dream. Those dreams always involve my mother.

I was successfully completing a three-month project with a major porn website. Some nefarious actors in Eastern Europe infected their system with an insidious bug, which was passed on to all of the premium subscribers of the site. Ten to twelve hours a day, I watched dual screens, one showing porn videos and the other displaying the code line by line corresponding to the porn video, until I found and destroyed the virus. I was also able to devise a cure for the site’s subscribers of the bug. I was compensated handsomely for my work. I 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. Our sophisticated misting system reduced the 105-degree ambient temperature to a more manageable level. Mom was enjoying a lemon-drop martini while I was finishing my second Hissy Fit Marzen lager ale. We were both nude, except for Mom’s floppy sun hat, and were both covered with sunscreen, which we had applied to each other. Over the years, we have each exhibited our bodies to the other without sexual overtone. Nevertheless, I still admire Terese’s seemingly perfect body. Mom had playfully rubbed sunscreen on my penis; nevertheless, I covered my groin area with a small towel to avoid sunburn. 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 there, and the service will handle accommodation throughout the trip.” She thought briefly and then continued, “Each morning, someone can pick up our baggage and transport it to our next stop, sparing us the hassle of managing luggage on our bikes.” Mom 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 Stuttgart, Germany. Our plans included spending a few days in Stuttgart while Mom checked on the status of the new Porsche she had ordered several months earlier. Mom adored her 1959 Porsche 356 Speedster, but its lack of air conditioning prompted her desire for something newer and more comfortable. The promised delivery coincided with our planned conclusion of the motorcycle adventure. Afterward, we anticipated touring Great Britain in her new car for several weeks before returning home. We planned to take the train from Stuttgart to Frankfurt, where our motorcycles awaited us, and then continue 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 accommodations. So far, the service has provided exactly what we specified, and we’ve been delighted with the arrangements. In Berlin, the service had rented us a secluded dacha constructed for the occupying Soviet high command on the shores of Grossdoellersee near Goering’s Carinhall estate site. As we settled into our quarters, the temperature soared to an unusual 33 degrees Celsius for this region. After a refreshing (and discreet) 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 said, “It looks like your dicky-doo is getting excited.”

My cock gradually went flaccid. That 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 side of her ass 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 I’m certain she 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 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.

“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 round face, pouty lips, and curly blonde, shoulder-length hair. She introduced herself to Mom as Ilsa. Mom asked, “Are you Scandinavian?” To which Ilsa replied no, that she was Russian who came to Berlin for work and adopted the name from Casablanca for her work. She said her real name was Ksenia but preferred to go by Ilsa. She introduced herself to me. Almost immediately, I found that I could easily converse with her. Mom left with the driver, saying she’d return in about four hours.

I offered Ilsa a drink. She preferred vodka neat, so I poured her some Tito’s and opened myself a cold Spaten beer. We sat on the deck. Ilsa was a good conversationalist which worked out fine since I was content to listen. We downed several drinks each. I told her about my work in Dallas and about 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. I followed suit and shed my clothes. We lay together, embraced, 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 don’t have any sexual desire. 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 a Joan Blondell movie sitting together. Mom arrived back at the dacha just as the movie ended. We told Mom what had happened. She thanked Ilsa for her efforts, and our driver returned her to the city.

We went to bed later that night. I had a 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 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. She was very nice, 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 Jakob embraced tightly and exchanged a lengthy, wet kiss. They continued to embrace for a considerable period of 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 one every night. I dream I’m licking your anus. At that point, I have an orgasm and ejaculate onto you. If I can 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. I turn slightly to lay on my back, and Mom sits on my face, facing towards my feet. She maneuvers herself to where her anus is over my face. I softly touch her rosebud with my tongue, and I feel a tingling in my dick. I put my hands on her ass cheeks 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. She mounts me and guides my stiff dick into her cunt. I lick Mom’s asshole with much enthusiasm. She adjusts her position so that now her pussy is in my face. I lick her lips and push my tongue into her fuck hole. 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. Mom moans, and I sense her stiffening, obviously having an orgasm. Ilsa is bouncing faster and faster, and it’s apparent she is experiencing an orgasm. I feel her pussy muscles tightening, which causes me to lose my full load of cum into her pussy.

Both women get off me. Ilsa kisses me and then says, “Do me like you 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 as I work my tongue on Ilsa’s anus. I reach under her with one hand and squeeze one of her tits, and with the other hand, I rub her pussy. My dick remains hard, and Mom reaches under me and stokes it until I ejaculate again. 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 then 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. Mom’s moans become louder. She almost breathlessly says, “Jakob, take it out. Put it in my pussy. Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

Mom turned over onto her back. I fingered her pussy. It was wet and ready. Ilsa helped guide my cock into Mom’s wet cunt, and I pounded Mom’s pussy missionary style. Her pussy was tight, as expected, so I eased my cock into her fuck hole. Ilsa masturbated as I fucked Mom. I fucked her slow to start with, then up-tempo until she screamed with delight as she experienced a major orgasm. I felt my cum almost blowing out into Mom’s wet pussy. Ilsa had an orgasm and kissed Mom and then me. The three of us collapsed onto the bed.

EPILOGUE

About Twenty Years Later

I asked Mom what she wanted to do for her seventieth birthday. She wondered if our teenage twins could spend an evening with friends and whether she, Ilsa, and I could get together for some fun. She had been celibate since that day in Lucerne. Mom is as beautiful now as she was twenty years ago or even forty years ago. I was anxious to have more intimacy with Terese.

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