2
A few weeks after returning home, mom got a call that the apartment she was waiting a year or more to get was now available. A large brick home, with a very large upstairs the owners had turned into an apartment, and which we soon moved into. Mom put a lot of money into her very large bedroom. It had six large windows across the back of the house, with trees right up to the windows that provided privacy, with mahogany stained trim. She installed a white carpet and painted the walls eggshell white. "My" bedroom was a small room in the front of the apartment next to the bathroom. Another large bedroom became a "catch-all" room. A unique feature of this upstairs apartment was the closets that ran the length of the house on the front side and front corner. And the 12 foot wide, L-shaped, cedar closet that was in the middle of the apartment. This apartment was an outstanding place to live, indeed.
It took two solid weeks to prepare the apartment for our furniture. But, it did not hamper our ability to make it our own. We fucked on the toilet, in the very large bathtub, in the large closets, but found it difficult to breathe in the cedar closet.
The apartment had a door next to the cedar closet that led downstairs to the owner's home, but mom paid visit, and with me making substantial noise around our apartment, we found that very little noise filtered downstairs.
We soon had the apartment filled with what little furniture we had and things pretty much returned to normal for the next five months or so.
I had always intended to return to the South and when school ended. I approached mom lying next to her one evening after our fuck session.
"I suppose, I'll be cut off soon?" I queried.
"You must really think me a cold bitch." Mom replied. "You think my bargain with you is like a paper contract that I will, or can, just tear up. I have given you more than just pussy, my dear boy. I have given you a part of myself as a woman. I could and have discarded and denied men, but as your mother, I could never deny you. Hell, you'd probably rape me anyway and who am I going to call."
"You know I want to move south?" I said. "I already have an interview in Carolina."
"I figured you would be leaving." She replied, her voice beginning to quiver. "But I didn't think it would be so soon."
"The interview is not for three weeks." I said. "And we need to discuss the car. I was hoping I could buy it from you?"
The following three weeks was like revisiting the first couple of months after mom and I became intimate. Mom fucked me like a mink. I admit I took advantage of her distress and requested my favorite position often, doggy style, and she showed little distress in assuming her least favorite position. I drove her to work and picked her up after work. We ate out almost every night and found something to do, movies etc. to keep from being in the apartment where we would talk about me leaving. On returning home, we showered together and fucked till the wee hours of the morning.
The two days before I left mom took off work and we went into The City. We left the hotel only to eat. The rest of the time spent sleeping or fucking, many times with mom crying as we fucked.
We agreed on a price for the car. Mom won, I got the car for nothing. I drove to Spartanburg, South Carolina for the interview. I didn't get the job so I continued to Greenville and stayed with aunt Lois. Before heading for Virginia for another interview, I got the pussy that Micky had offered, twice. I got the job in Virginia and about two months later I was living with a girl, Gayle, two years my senior.
Two weeks after meeting Gayle, we went to Williamsburg for the weekend. We had dinner, retiring to the motel room around 7:30 and after a shower, in bed no later than 8:30. We fucked until the eastern sky was beginning to brighten up. Also, she could suck a golf ball through a water hose and she did not shy at the cum in her mouth. I was being spoiled. I mention this only because it still makes me smile and I too still find it amazing. Also, to show you the kind of gal I had the good fortune to know for about six months, before I discovered what a slut she really was.
Within about 4 months or so my job took me to New York City and Gayle wanted to go with me to visit her mother in Montauk Point. This worked out quite well as we could spend the night with mom, I could deposit Gayle at her mother's, and then take care of business in The City and return to visit with mom for a day or two. Needless to say, mom was not overjoyed with meeting Gayle but was overjoyed I was coming to visit.
We arrived at mom's about 6:30 p.m. and I used my key to let us in.
"Hey mom, we're here." I shouted, as we climbed the 18 stairs to the apartment.
Mom met us at the top of the stairs and I introduced her to Gayle. Having prepared supper for us, we ate and sat around the table talking till about 11:30. I was not surprised that Gayle and I would sleep in separate beds, but I was a bit surprised that mom gave Gayle her bed to sleep in. The bed's headboard sat against a classed double French door, and I figured that if I had a thought to wander mom had made it difficult.
Mom and I were up early as I was going to drive her to work. We left Gayle sleeping.
"You've got a lot of nerve bringing that bitch into my home." Mom said, scorchingly as we rode.
"She found out that I was going to New York City." I replied, defending myself. "She had already taken off work. How was I supposed to say no. It could have looked funny."
"Don't jerk my chain, sonny boy." She returned. "Nothing would look funny. We learned long ago that people don't look at us and think you're fucking me. And you can bet that you're going to give me a good fuck this morning before you go back and fuck that bitch."
"The Agiston's not home?" I quizzed.
Now, the Agiston's had converted the basement of their home into a bedroom for mom when she was a lived-in, before she had gotten her own apartment.
We entered the home, mom shut off the alarm, and made a quick walk-through to make sure that all was as it should be. She returned to the kitchen and we made a bee-line down the steps to the basement. As I stripped, I watched mom remove her shoes, white uniform, slip, panties and bra. I admit, it was a bit of a shock. I had gotten used to Gayle's 23 year old body and now there stood mom in her 43 year old glory. Her thighs were tight from her walking but they were larger than I remember. Did her tits always sag like that? And did her ass always have those dimples all over the place? But, life brightened up when she turned to face me and I saw that lavish bush between her legs.
I followed her to the bed and fell on her like a hungry beast. I attacked her breast, suckling hungrily. Turning her over, I nibbled on her ass and thighs. Finally, I turned her to her back. She spread her legs, reached for my rock hard erection, and when I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy I shoved it in her, letting her yelp as it pulled hair going in. We broke into a frenzied rhythm, with her ass meeting my thrusts and the heels of her feet matching the rhythm on my ass.
"Aagggggggg! Fuck me, you big cock motherfucker." Mom pleaded. "Fuck me until I can't stand up. Fuck me hard, damn you."
"I'm going to fuck your ass off." I promised, as I hammered her pussy and forgot the thoughts of a few minutes earlier.
This bed was a bit higher than most and this was not the first time I had fucked mom here. I pulled out of her and grabbing her legs dragged her to the foot of the bed, bringing her ass to sit right at the edge. I promptly reentered her, pushing her legs wide and watching my cock pump into her as I stood at the edge of the bed. Mom lifted her head to join me in the viewing of our coupling. I slowed to a long stroke, moderate rhythm
"I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed. "You're hard cock. Your cum in my belly."
For many long minutes I fucked mom like this. Her neck would tire and she would drop her head back to the bed for a moment or two, only to lift her head again to stare at our coupling.
When the time arrived, my fingers massaged her mound, playing in the forest of hair, and my thumb found her Clit.
"Aaahhhhh! Soft, sugar." Mom cried. "It's so sensitive. Yes! Like that."
I softly stroked and massaged mom's clit as I slowly stroked into her, pulling almost out before pushing deep again. At one point, I stopped stroking and mom, desirous of the stroke, pumped her ass to keep my cock pumping into her. This brought me very close to exploding inside her as her action showed great desire on her part. A female in lustful heat.
Her body stilled momentarily as the orgasm seized her. Mom's ass lifted as she came.
"Ohhhhhhh! Son of a bitch!" She bellowed. "FUCK ME! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME HARD!"
I did as I was commanded, grabbing her ass in my palms to hold them up so I could slam my cock straight into her. With her ass lifted up, her pussy sopping wet and desirous, I shot my load deep into her.
"YES! YES!" She shouted. "Fill it up! I feel it. I swear I feel it!"
I dropped onto her. We hugged passionately as I continue to pump into her, kissing her neck and face. After long moments, we stilled and lay silently in each other's embrace.
"Come shower with me." Mom said. "You can't go home to Gayle smelling all funky."
Mom cooked me a breakfast of ham and eggs before I left. She then walked me to the door.
"You know, I really hate the thought of you going home and fucking her." Mom stated.
"You want me to move her to my bed?" I asked, not trying to hide the fact that I was definitely going to fuck Gayle when I got home.
"Oh! Hell no!" Mom replied, sarcastically. "We wouldn't want her to think something funny was going on, now would we?"
"Funny, mom." I reply.
I found Gayle drinking coffee when I entered the apartment. Sitting there in her nightgown with nothing underneath, I was instantly interested in getting her hot young ass into bed.
As she sucked on my cock, I wondered what she might think if she knew where my cock had been 30 minutes earlier. After getting me good and hard, she climbed aboard and I let her ride for a good while before putting her on her back and giving her a lengthy fuck.
We dressed and made the trip out to Montauk Point and I returned to The City for my work. Mom had to catch a bus home, with me not getting back to the apartment until about 9:30 p.m.
"You want me to cook." Mom asked. "Are do you want to take your Mama out for a late dinner."
"Lets go to Teresa's?" I proposed.
We walked to Teresa's and enjoyed a great dinner. We returned home around 11:50.
Mom changed the bedding on her bed and we undressed and entered the bed naked as we always had. She accepted me between her legs, I entered her and we slowly fucked as we talked.
"I can't believe you still can keep it up?" She said, somewhere in the conversation.
"Hey! I can still fuck you all night long." I said, offense in my voice.
"And I can still let you." Mom replied. "I bet Gayle is lonely in that bed all by herself with no warm cock in her. I bet I can still out fuck her."
"Mom, you're always going to have the best pussy." I assured her.
"You still got some warm cum for me?" She whispered lovingly.
It took me a while, with her enjoying every moment of it, but yes, I still had some cum for her.
Mom and I had a day and a half to enjoy each other's company sexually, but we managed to get out a bit and enjoy the Island, which was beginning to experience a population explosion. I was not going to be sad about heading south again.
About midday of the second day, I was showering in preparation for leaving. My plans were to pick up Gayle and make the drive back to Virginia nonstop. Mom had gone for a walk.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Mom asked. Knowing the answer, I could hear her already undressing.
I made room for her underneath the hot stream of water as she joined me. I began to massage and caress her body as she stood there before me.
"You study my body so hard." She observed. "I hope you'll always find it to your liking."
"I'll always love your body." I reply, as I took her left nipple into my mouth.
"Are you going to miss me?" She queried. "You've got that little piece of tail to keep you warm and tuck you in at night."
"I'm going to miss you terribly." I replied. "I much rather prefer you to tuck me in."
Mom reached down and began to toy with my cock.
"You cannot imagine how bad I miss having this around." She stated. "I hate the thought of that bitch sharing your cock. Does she fuck you good?"
"She never says no." I answered. "And she sucks my cock real good."
"You cum in her mouth?" Mom quizzed.
"Every time." I answered, in a challenging tone.
Mom reached outside the shower curtain, her hand returning with a towel, which she folded before dropping it to the bathtub floor. Kneeling on the towel, mom lightly kissed my cock before putting the head of it into her mouth. I watched her suck on my cock slowly, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she used her index and thumb to stroke the shaft. As I had fuck her earlier that morning, I hoped I could cum quickly if that's what she intended. I also wondered if the hot water splashing on her back would hold out.
Long minutes passed;
"Mom, I'm going to come." I warned, giving her a chance to eject my cock from her mouth. "I'm cuming! Aaggggggg!"
Mom began to gag slightly as she expelled the cum out around my shaft. I admired the woman, my mom, for her gameliness not to be outdone by another woman. She stood and I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. She was still gagging.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." I whispered. "You don't have anything to prove."
"You don't mean that." She challenged.
"I do mean that." I replied, as I slid myself down to take a prone position in the large tub. "Now come down here and feed me that pussy."
It took a bit of maneuvering, but she quickly positioned her pussy over my face. Then, I had to contend with water flowing off of mom's ass trying to drown me as I sucked and lapped at her lavishly covered pussy.
"You sweet, sweet man." She moaned. make a horrible story short, Gayle being married and separated for many years, I paid for her divorce. We talked about marriage, but I began to catch on. While I was out of town, Gayle was fucking every man who looked at her.
"I can't believe it!" I said to her, sitting in her kitchen that evening I confronted her. Doesn't the last year, me paying for your divorce and talk of marriage, mean anything to you?"
"You know the boy I showed you that while back, my first boyfriend? We were a pair to junior high and high school and I never looked at another boy. He broke up with me and I fucked the first boy who asked me out. I ended up marrying him about been fucking every man who wants me ever since. I can't stop!"
An end to a horrible experience, I asked Gayle for one last piece of ass before I left for good and the bitch turned me down.
After leaving Gayle, I called mom to tell her the story and how stupid I felt for getting involved with such a bitch.
"It's not your fault, Press." She comforted. "A pussy hungry boy like you can be sucked in pretty easily. It was not hard to tell she had your number. I would've broke your neck if I'd heard you talk about marriage to that bitch."
"You making fun of me, mom, it's not helping much!" I accused.
"How soon can you make it up here?" She asked.
"Not for a couple of weeks." I answered pathetically.
"I guess I'll just have to come see you." She said. "Can you pick me up from the airport tomorrow night?""Sure! Just leave me a message when!" I replied, my spirits being lifted immediately.
I was waiting for mom, at 10 PM, at the airport gate when she arrived. After a brief hug of hello, we said little as we walked to the baggage area, collected her bags and walked to the car.
"Let's stop somewhere for a bite to eat. I'm starving." She suggested. "Give us a chance to relax and catch up. Hell, it's been a little over two months since we've seen each other.... been together."
"I suppose you're missing that hot little piece of ass?" She challenged, as we sat eating in a secluded corner booth at IHOP's. "When you screwed that bottle of yours last night, who were you thinking about, me or her?"
"You know me too well, mom." I replied. "I was thinking of you! I always think of you, when it is just me and the bottle. You just being here is making me feel a lot better."
"I'm glad one of us could get off work! I'm ashamed to say I'm not here just for you, sugar! You remember I told you about Oscar? Well, I had to give it up, to help pay the bills you understand, and the son-of-a-bitch can't keep his cock hard long enough to satisfy a woman and he hasn't offered to eat my pussy. It's your fault, that I'm addicted."
I can't say I was happy with the fact that mom had allowed the ugly fucker to get this cock in her but I understood she was saving for retirement.
After eating, we arrived at my apartment a little after 12 o'clock.
"You're working tomorrow, right?" She asked.
"Yes, up and out by seven." I replied.
"I won't keep you up anymore than necessary, but Mama needs some attention. Give me a minute to scrub up. I expect you to be in bed waiting and ready with great anticipation."
In my mom's wisdom, she left the door of the bathroom open and I positioned myself so I could watch her reflection in the door length mirror, bare assed, one foot on the toilet, scrubbing her pussy with a washcloth. I undressed and stood there, in the dark bedroom fondling my stiff cock with, yes, great anticipation of getting my cock into her.
Leaving the bathroom light on, she walked past me and positioned herself in the middle of the bed, on her back, legs spread and knees high.
"Press, we can be romantic tomorrow night." She stated bluntly. "Come and give mom what she wants. Then, fill my belly!"
There was enough light for me to see her lavish bush, causing a shot of adrenaline to shoot through my brain. I stood looking at it briefly. Without much ado, I positioned myself between her legs and proceeded to probe her pussy with my tongue.
Knowingly, she lifted her ass off the bed and I slid my palms under her buttocks. I dined on the most provocative and forbidden fruit, my mother's treasure, my mother's pussy.
She lifted her feet and placed them on my shoulder, giving me clear access to her fuck hole to tongue fuck her. I lifted her ass as my tongue plunged as deep as I could push it into her.
"I have missed you so much!" She moaned. "Your tongue feels so good inside me. Yes! Pushed it deep!"
I knew she would not last long if I focused on her clit. I was actually concerned that she might comeby my tongue fucking. She was indeed in need of sexual relief.
As in a near death experience, the many times mom and I had been intimate reeled through my mind. I was content holding her ass in my hands and my face in her pussy giving her sexual satisfaction. I could not imagine a man not warning to eat this lavishly bushed treasure, but I was thankful that Oscar had not offered. I would pray he never would.
"I'm coming! Oh God! I'mmmmmmmmmmmm! Coooooommmmmmming!" She yelled loudly.
I was happy the bedroom was in front of the house and in the outer corner of the four-apartment complex. There was always a chance that someone upstairs might be awake at this hour, but at the moment I pushed those concerns aside.
As mom's orgasm subsided I climbed atop her as she reached for my cock, placed it to her pussy, and I pushed it deep into her. As needy as she had been, I too lost myself in my need as I began to fuck her vigorously.
"Yes baby! Yes, fuck me good! Fuck me hard!" Mom begged.
My hands reached to clinch her buttocks and pulled her in tight as I hammered into her. I could feel her heels tap rhythmically on my ass, her hands slapping on my back. Her pussy was soaking wet and I thought of her pubic hair wet and matted.
"Damn you! You motherfucker! Come in me!" She taunted. "Shoot your cum in my belly!"
One, two, three times my cock pulsed as my cum shot into her forbidden treasure as I moaned almost as loudly as she had. Our bodies stilled for long moments.
"Your nails need to be cut, sugar!" She chided. "I think I've got a few holes in my ass."
" Sorry, mom." I apologize. "I lost control."
"You lost control!" She exclaimed. "I was out of my mind there for a minute or two. I thought you had to get up early?"
I had released her ass and slid my arms up under her back, continuing his stroke into her slowly.
"Just a few more minutes?" I requested. "I'm still hard."
"I can tell, sugar." She replied. "I'm as happy as a clam for you to keep screwing me, but if you get me upset again you are not going to stop until I get off again!"
We had been here before, neither of us seemingly to get enough of each other. As we fucked, we talked. About her new relationship with Oscar, about what I was going to do now that I was alone without a girlfriend and how we were going to manage to get together, us being 400 miles apart.
"You have your bottle and I have my finger...."
"and a few other toys if I remember correctly!" I interjected.
"Yes, those too. But what I was going to suggest is that maybe you could call me or I could call you and we could..... have a little bit of fun on the phone?"
"You forget that I suggested that long ago and you didn't want to have any part of it." I taunted.
"Well, I've changed my mind." Mom replied.
"Well, maybe I don't want to do that now." I taunted. "You do have Oscar to take care of your sexual needs."
"That's true!" Mom played along, sensing my mood. "Maybe, I shouldn't be allowing another man to screw me. Oscar might not like it. In fact, I think you should pull your cock out of me right this second."
"Do you now!" I challenged. "When pigs fly! I'm going to fuck your pussy whether Oscar likes it or not."
"Let me up!" Mom demanded, pushing on my chest and wiggling her ass to uncouple us. "Oscar will kick your ass when I tell him how you took me!"
"Tell him what you like!" I replied. "But you're not getting up! I'm going to screw you until you can't stand up!"
"No! Let me up!" She pretended to demand angrily. "Let me up, damn you!"
We had been here before, also. Playing games to get ourselves re-excited when we should have called it an evening. It seemed every time one or the other of us could not get enough we would suggest a scenario with a provocative plot. Tonight it was me, in the beginning, anyway, but soon, as we tussled, she resisting, me persisting, she joined me and we lapsed into heated, lustful, incestuous fucking.
As I fucked her, I looked down to study her ass as I often did. The light from the bathroom allowed me to see and enjoy her beefy buttocks as they flattened on the bed each time I shoved into her. The action mesmerized me as I played with the rhythm, sometimes fast sometimes slow, long and short strokes, all to the intense pleasure of us both.
"I want to fuck to you all night long." I said in a labored breath.
"I'm hoping you do!" She replied, her breathing as labored as my own.
"You still want my cock out of your pussy?" I quizzed.
"You do and I'll never forgive you!" She replied.
A lengthy time later I began to sense that mom was in the zone, lost in her own lustful world. I concentrated on my rhythm to keep it steady, thrusting into her as I listened to her breathing and moaning. I continued to concentrate on her buttocks flattening onto the bed, slowly beginning to build to my own orgasm, just waiting for mom.
I did not have to wait very long. Her body stilled for a moment. She moaned loudly and animal like as the orgasm flowed through her body. I let go with a brief furious fuck. I filled her body once more with cum.
"The sweet motherfucker!" She whispered, as her hand gripped my buttocks pulling me to her.
"It's two-thirty!" I said with a sigh, glancing at the clock. "I've got to get a couple hours sleep."
I pulled my cock reluctantly out of her and slipped to her side. Resting in her arms, I went to sleep immediately.
My alarm woke me at 6:05am and I wearily rolled out of bed and entered the shower, leaving mom sleeping on her side. Or so I thought. Within a minute or two I heard her enter the bathroom sit down on the toilet and pee.
"Do you mind if I join you?" She asked.
"No, not at all." I answer. "You can wash my back."
"Only if you wash mine." She replied
She joined me in the shower, we kissed briefly but passionately, and proceeded to scrub each other.
"What time will you the home?" She asked.
"About six."
"I'll have supper ready for you. You do have food in the ice box I hope?"
"Yes I do." I answered.
"You know I'll have to go home tomorrow night." She informed me. "My flight is at eight o'clock."
"So we'll make the best of our time tonight!" I replied. "I think a little torture would be just the thing!"
"You do, do you!" She replied knowingly.
The day went slowly about all I could think about was the one more night I would have with mom. I had no idea when I would be able to see her again and now there was Oscar in the mix. He would have to be worked around. And what if he started eating mom's pussy?
I was home by six. We finished eating and cleaning up my seven, all the while throwing sexual innuendos around loosely. After showering, we stood
in a naked embrace at the foot of the bed. The curtains being drawn did not hinder the light from outside, leaving the room in a soft glow of evening.
"Now, dear lady." I directed. "Assume the position."
I'll remind you that mom was an avid walker and her body, especially her legs, was tuned and strong. Game for what was in store for her, she squatted at the foot of the bed, holding on to the railing only for support. I studied her briefly before dropping a small pillow between your legs and taking a position on my back behind her.
"Lift up just a little." I directed.
I scooted myself under her ass as she lifted up a bit, putting my face right at her pussy, positioning the pillow behind my head. To give her a little help, a little mind you, I cradled her ass with my hands. Thus in position, I began to explore her pussy with my tongue.
"You are a sadistic bastard." Mom said, as her breath caught as my tongue probed her treasure. "Have a little heart, sugar. Don't leave your dear mom in this position too long."
In the dozen times I had eat her pussy in this position, her stamina had only faltered once, falling forward to her knees. Thus, putting us in a 69 position where she quickly opted to suck my cock, to my great delight. I scolded her later for not holding the position.
Her breathing was becoming labored, her right hand pulling my hair, forcing my face into her pussy.
"You let me come and I'll let you screw me the way you like!" She offered.
I put my tongue to her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue and flicking it up-and-down. I hated to let her get off this easy.
"Don't you stop!" She commanded. "I'm serious, dammit! You stop and I'll cut your cock off."
I removed my hands, and what little support I was offering, from her ass.
"You motherfucker!!" She bellowed.
Her body was quivering.
Seconds later the orgasm seized her, her body quaking with the strain forced on it, only to end in a shake. Slowly, she dropped forward. I rolled to my knees behind her, moving close, took my cock in my right6 hand, and spreading her cheeks with the other, I put my cock to her pussy and entered her.
"AAaagggggg! You sure don't mind taking advantage of your mother's lapse in judgment." She moaned.
"You said anyway I wanted!" I replied.
"At least let me get on the bed!" She pleaded.
I pulled from her and we rose together. I followed her around the bed where she took a position in the middle of the bed. I, once more moving close behind her, spread her cheeks again, gazing on her pussy I put my cock to her treasure. I eased it into her and began a slow rhythm, leaning back to watch my cock stroke into her.
"Boy, what I do for you!"
"I'll control myself." I assured her.
"You had better!"
I continued in a slow rhythm for many minutes. Then, I worked my feet flat on the bed and rose above her.
"I'm going to go for it, mom." I said. "Give me two minutes. No more!"
"Two fuckin minutes!"
I began to fuck her vigorously, my hands lightly supporting myself on her hips. She pushed her face into the bed as she moaned with each thrust of my cock sinking deep into her pussy.
"FUCK ME!" She yelled into the mattress. "YOU BIG DICK MOTHERFUCK!!"
I do not know if I passed the two minutes are not. Mom was a trooper and I experienced a strong orgasm, filling her pussy with warm, white semen, which she enjoyed, she told me.
An interesting note; the day after my mom left I happen to meet Cindy, the girl living in the apartment above us, coming out as I was going in.
"Hi, Press! I see your mother was visiting. I hope you two had a good time?" She asked.
"A quick visit, but yes, we had a good visit." I replied.
"I'm glad her toe wasn't broken! She let out a pretty good shout the other night. I told her I didn't understand her profanity but it must've hurt!" She said.
"Yeah! It woke me up. She said she had hit her toe on the door seal on the way to the bathroom." I added, lying like a dog. See you later."
"I think I would have liked that but Bill was transferred to Florida. I leave tomorrow. Say hi to your mom for me next time you see her. Ya'll seem close." She stated, with what appeared disturbingly to me as a knowing smile.
"We are kind of close." I answered. "I'll tell her hi for you."was talking to the neighbor lady by my chain-link fence and looked up to see mom coming down the street. If she had taken the bus, there would have been two transfers to get her to my street and an estimated time of two hours. Needless to say, I was quite taken aback when she told me she had walked from her apartment to my house. It was closing on 3 o'clock and she told me she had left her apartment around 11 o'clock. I estimated the distance at close to 8 to10 miles. It was a hot July day, which concerned me even more.
"You walked here!" I exclaimed. I could tell that the neighbor lady was quite concerned also. "You walked across the bridge! What could you possibly be thinking mom?"
"No big deal." She answered nonchalantly. "It was a nice walk and it's not all that hot out."
Mom had answered nonchalantly but she did not like to be criticized and I could tell she was becoming upset.
I have written earlier that mom was fit as a fiddle due to her walking. What I did not know at the time was that mom was in the beginning stages of dementia and possibly Alzheimer's and in the coming months she would walk from sunup to sundown, some kind of syndrome, which took me quite a while to discover.
I left mom talking with the neighbor lady and reentered the house. Mom followed me in within a few short minutes.
I wore my usual summer attire of cotton, elastic waist shorts and a T-shirt. I was barefooted. Mom had on a lightweight skirt and a light shirt, which had three buttons at the top. Her shoes were her usual flats and she wore a large brimmed straw hat.
"Mom, you have done some silly things but this tops them all." I exclaimed facing her in the living room.
"I haven't seen you since Monday! Where the hell have you been?" She challenged.
"It's only Wednesday for crying out loud." I said. "I told you I would probably be over Friday."
"I thought it was later in the week. Perhaps Friday! That's why I was wondering where you were." She defended. "You damn well come over whenever you want some ass! You don't think I get tired of waiting for your schedule. I came all this way to get me some sugar and you want to argue with me."
I glanced at the clock.
"Mom, it's five after three! We can't be doing anything so late in the afternoon." I tried to reason. "There's no telling when Della will pull in the driveway."
Mom turned to walk into my son's old bedroom just off the living room. She turned, and while looking at me, reached up under her skirt and removed her panties.
"I expected to get here earlier but that didn't happen." She said with determination. "I dressed for the occasion and you damn well better get in here and take care of me before she does pull into the driveway. After that I don't care what you do."
I left the wood door open as I turned the lock on the storm door. I scanned the area and no one was out on the street, the neighbor lady was either in the backyard or back inside. I could feel the bulge beginning in my crotch. But I made a decision I was not going to fuck mom this day.
When I returned to the bedroom I saw mom laid back across the bed her ass on a towel with her knees high and spread wide, her feet flat on the bed. I stood staring at her pussy. Her panties lay partially hidden under her left buttock. Even at her age with a thinning bush, her pussy was mesmerizing to me. My cock was at full attention and pushing against my thin cotton shorts. Her ample belly showed very little pouch. For a woman, or a man for that matter, a lot of flab can disappear when laying flat of her, or his, back.
I was anxious but her pussy was more than I could stand. As I bent over the edge of the bed, I knew I could hear if a car pulled up. I placed my hands on the outside of mom's thighs and put my tongue to her pussy. I began lapping and probing but quickly concentrated the tip of my tongue on her clit. The aroma of her pussy was not offensive but was indeed strong from the workout of walking all that distance.
Her moans did not start right away but were soon coming steadily. I placed my left forefinger to her hole and teased her briefly before sticking it into her. The humping of her ass was instantaneous and her moans soon changed in tone and pitch, telling me she was losing herself to lust.
Numerous things were coursing through my mind. Number one and foremost was the chance that my wife would pull into the driveway. Worst-case scenario was for me not to be aware of it. If time allowed, and under normal circumstances it would, I had decided to wet my dick in mom's pussy. I would be taking a chance getting balls deep into her pussy knowing that there was a slight chance that my wife would be in the mood to fuck this night. For some odd reason, Wednesday was the average.
Added to the list was my mother acting strangely. Walking for near four hours with intentions of getting her pussy a little TLC. I could not dispel the thought of her saying she too needed a little TLC. The old lady still desired my tongue, which had been her choice to orgasm for some time. Her continued sexual desire was the reason why our incestuous relationship had continued. It was meant, in the beginning, to last just over two years but mom discovered that she liked a good orgasm, addicted really, when she was not being suppressed by a man's thumb. I often wondered if she letting me stick my cock in her was just a means to an end.
Then there was the competition, in her mind only, between her and my wife. I suppose, I did not help, complaining, truthfully, that I was not getting the amount of pussy I thought proper and, not so truthfully, that her pussy was much better than my wife's. The incestuous lust had always been a plus, making her pussy seem like the best. And there was a time when mom could hold her own in the clutches, fucking me with more passion than my wife could muster, but I still continued to tell her, her pussy was the best.
Her breathing transitioned to huffing and puffing alerting me to her nearing orgasm. I eased up on her clit to flick it with a feather-light caress, as I often had to keep her suspended, causing the orgasm to hit like lightning. Her ass quaked and shook, as did the excess flab on her thighs. She had taken up hollering upon reaching orgasm and it was loud. Her body finally relaxed and she lay breathing heavily.
I stood. It was only a matter of pushing my cotton shorts down to release my raging hard on. Stroking my cock, I moved to the window and looked down the street. Moving back to the bed, I took hold of her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge the bed. Mom looked at me knowingly. I moved in close between her thighs and with little ado I poked her pussy, found her hole easily and pushed into her. I cradled her legs in my arms and began an aggressive rhythm.
Things were still running through my mind. How daring I had become. It dawned on me that I could have easily put my mother off until I drove her home after dinner. I could have called my wife with some lame excuse making sure she was still at work. Long minutes ticked by. My mother used to urge me on with sexual banter and role-playing. Now, she just lay there grunting each time I shoved my cock deep. With no verbal encouragement in the light of day, coupled with the stress of discovery, I finally gave up. I could not reach orgasm. On the plus side, I would not have to worry about my mother cleaning up or walking around, her panties constraining my cum.
Mom began making the meatloaf that my wife was going to cook, making my wife quite happy when she did walk through the door.
"How did she get here? By bus?" My wife whispered as we cleaned up the kitchen while my mother was watching TV.
"You would think! But no, she walked here." I replied.
"You have got to be joking?" You have to talk to her! As hot as it is she could have had a stroke, got hit by a car or mugged."
I promise I would. Then, my thoughts turned to the ridiculous and imagined how many cars had slowed down wanting to give the lady a ride. Mom had a hell of a motion in her walk when her mind was on getting to the destination.
I had already felt the vibes from my wife. She was not going to be in the mood this night. My body and mind was still quite uptight from not finishing earlier.
"Mom wants to stop by a couple of stores." I lied, as I kissed my wife goodbye. "Hopefully I won't be too late."
I wasted no time getting mom to her apartment. I listened to her chatter, nodding and answering when appropriate. My mind was on one thing and that was getting mom back into bed.
"Are you coming up?" She inquired, a question in her tone, as I passed the entrance door to park the car.
"I didn't come earlier mom." I informed her. "I'm hoping you will give me a few minutes of your time for me to try again."
"You know I will sugar." She answered.
We entered her apartment and I redirected her from the kitchen. It seemed she had forgotten.
"The bedroom mom." I directed, lightly gripping her shoulders to guide her to the bedroom. "The bedroom. Remember?"
"Don't you want a Coke or something?" She queried.
"No mom. I want some pussy." I answered.
"You never want to talk! All you ever want is pussy!"
I anxiously watched her undress as I began to strip. I watched her methodically strip the bed, folding it neatly at the bottom of the bed. She then entered the bed and position herself in the middle. I entered from the bottom of the bed and slipped between her lifting legs. As naturally as could be, she reached for my cock and placed it to her. I hungrily pushed into her. I heard a slight grunt.
"Are you okay mom." I said holding still but deep.
"Yes. I'm fine. I always am when I have your cock in me." She replied lovingly. "Screw me good."
Her words told me I was on solid ground and I began to fuck her with an aggressive rhythm. She had had her pleasure earlier and it was time for me to have mine. I had sufficient time and a secure location. It was now dark, but still the lights of the street and parking lot illuminated the bedroom considerably. It was dark enough so that my mind could take me back to an earlier time when mom was not so old and she fucked with zeal, moaning and chattering, rather than grunting and behaving passively or submissively, take your pick.
I was in my element so to speak. I had been between my mother's thighs many times over the years and it was always the knowledge of the incestuous, erotic and lustfulness of it all that drove me on, kept my cock hard as a rock until my cock jerked filling my mother's belly with my cum.
Somehow they know. Of the eight women I had been fortunate enough to bed, they all knew or learned to know when I was very close to ejaculating.
"Yes baby! Give it to me! Come in Mama's pussy!" She exclaimed moments before I shot off.
"GGgggggggggggggg!" I moaned loudly.
Relief was instantaneous. Whether wanting to or not, I always stayed inside of mom for long moments, kissing and whispering in her ear how much I loved her and loved her pussy. I did so this time. I pulled my still simi-erect cock out of her slowly. I enjoyed it immensely, pulling my cock from my mother's treasure, leaving behind a token of my appreciation. Stiffly she rose from the bed and I followed her to the bathroom. I washed my cock in the sink as always and watched her squat in the tub as she always did after intercourse.
When my mother retired and moved to Virginia, I was overjoyed with the apartment that my wife and I had managed to get her into. She was on the third floor of the 10-story high-rise. Based on her Social Security income her rent was quite low and included cable TV. I figured she would live there a long time. It gave me peace of mind and a wonderful place for our incestuous doings. I remember, we were quite anxious waiting for her new bed to arrive to break it in properly. We had engaged in foreplay and fondling each other for some time before the bed finally arrived. We had fucked like newlyweds!
One day in late November I received a call from mom.
"You're not going to believe what I have done." She told me happily on the phone.
"What's that mom?" I queried bracing myself.
"I bought a trailer. A mobile home." She related. "It's right off Tidewater Drive and Little Creek. I can't wait for you to see! "
"You bought a mobile home? How much did you pay for it?" I quizzed.
"$2,250.00." She replied. "The manager gave me the papers to have the title transferred."
'You have got to be kidding me!' My mind screamed that said, "mom what kind of trailer could you have bought for $2250.00!"
Mom had accomplished a lot in the six days since we were last together. She had purchased the trailer, leaving herself with only about $300 in the bank, and managed to move her bed, kitchen table, two chairs and refrigerator. How she accomplished that I'm still in the dark. Man with a truck is all I got.
There were no carpets on the floor, no air-conditioned, no heat and there was a tree limb about 3 inches in diameter and 3 foot long growing through the bedroom window, which totally lacked a glass. On the plus side, it had a brand-new hot water heater and a range that worked.
I stood in the bedroom looking at the limb and thinking how much money it was going to cost me to make this dilapidated trailer livable. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack but I was aware there was of a bulge building in my pants.
"Mom. Come in here." I called to her.
When she entered the bedroom I told her, "Take your close off mom".
"I thought we were going to the store and it's a bit cold in here anyway." She said. "I don't really feel like right now."
"But I sure as hell do!" I replied sternly. "Now take your damn clothes off! If you want just, take your pants and panties off but get your ass naked."
I pushed my loafers off and began to take my pants off, intent only to strip from the waist down, leaving my socks on. I retrieved are clothes and placed them across the corner of the bed. There was nothing else in the bedroom except the bed. The limb would have worked had I thought about it.
"Get on the bed on your knees." I directed. "Place your knees near the edge like we do sometimes when I'm in a hurry."
"Are you upset with me?" She queried with a bit of concern in her tone.
"Not at all mom. I'm hunky-dory. I just need some pussy. Some of your pussy." I replied, trying to sound sarcastic.
I stroked my cock a couple of times finding it rock-hard and feeling like it was going to split in half. I moved close in behind her not caring to spread her cheeks to find her hole more easily. I began to poke and stroke my cock between her legs.
"Tell me when it's there." I directed.
"Right there. No. Down just a little bit. Right there!" She guided.
I pushed into her less than damp pussy. I didn't want to take my time but I did, finally getting my cock deep into her, listening to her groans. Again, I didn't want to be gentle but I did, pumping into her until I felt a bit of lubricant. Yes, mom was still quite capable of getting quite wet.
I then began to fuck her with abandonment, taking my anguish and despair out on her ass and pussy. She took the punishment silently for long minutes.
"Press! You're hurting me!" She eventually exclaimed.
"Give me a minute dammit!" I said in labored breath. "Just another minute!"
"Dammit! You're hurting me!" She nearly shouted.
Forgive me, but the thought of hurting her urged me on and I shoved into her even deeper. Her groans told me she was feeling the blunt of my despair. It did not take a minute, or 30 seconds. Feeling the orgasm hit, I shoved my cock deep into her and held fast, emptying an abundant load, I felt, into her pussy, her belly. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, I straightened my body and my cock, drained and limp, plopped from her. I moved a way from her. Mom stiffly eased herself off of the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me!" I called after her in a high volume.
"Hell no! You know it wasn't you bastard!" She called back. "You hurt me like that again and you won't be getting anymore of this ass!"
After dressing, I sat down at the table with mom having coffee and had a heart-to-heart talk with her about what I thought she had done, how crazy it was. She fought me tooth-and-nail to stay there. After spending about $1500, my wife and I decided we were throwing money down a hole and sent my mother up to New York to stay with some friends until another apartment, in a different complex, became available. It took about eight months and I missed her dearly.
When she lived in New York, before she retired, it was pretty much taken for granted we were apart and I was able to keep things in perspective.
When she moved to Virginia it was a whole new ballgame and I took it for granted she would be there, available for the asking, and sometimes taking.
When she did get back to Virginia to a new apartment, things were much different in her mental state of being. She continuously talked of the trailer. The money on the trailer was lost but luckily my mother never got the title changed. The trailer park is now low-income housing.