Back in the Day

"I have to go. Let me go." Mom pushed me away and squeezed past.

I was breathless, confused, and a little angry. I couldn't understand why my mother was resisting something she clearly wanted. I mean, I understood her moral arguments, but none of that mattered if we kept it between us. No one had to know. Why did my mother have to be so difficult? She grabbed her purse and keys off the kitchen table.

"Who are you meeting?" I asked.

"I have a date. You should go out, too. Call Jen. See your girlfriend."

"I want you, Mom."

She turned her back and left.

I was left fuming. I wanted to run after her and drag her back into the house. Wouldn't that have been a sight for the neighbors? I had to let her leave, but I hated it. Dark thoughts filled my mind. I imagined dragging my mother back into the house and bending her over the kitchen table, pinning her down. I knew once I started fucking her she'd beg for it. But I was not about to rape my mother. I knew I wouldn't need to. I would have her again anyway.

I waited for hours. I tried to distract myself by reading, listening to music, watching TV, but nothing worked. I couldn't stop thinking about having my mother again, and I couldn't get over my raging jealousy. My mother was out on a date. Some lucky guy was trying to charge his way into her panties, and because I had her so horny he just might be successful. I didn't even know who the guy was, but I hated him. However, I loved thinking about my mother going out and fucking some guy. Would be take her home, or would she blow him in his car? Did Mom tell him she wanted it, or did she play hard to get?

The house was dark when Mom came home. I sat on her bed, with my legs up. The TV was on, but silent, ready to go. I heard Mom moving around in the kitchen, drawing a glass of water, and then she came through to the bedroom. She was shocked to see me on her bed.

"Jacob, what are you doing?" she asked, standing with her hands on her curvy hips.

"Waiting for you. What did you think I'd be doing?"

"Honey, you've got to let this go. It's not healthy—for either of us."

"I've waited for this for years. It's finally happening, and I'm not just going to give up."

"You have to get on with your life."

"Is that what you're going to do?"

"Yes."

"So, you can just forget about what happened between us? You can just forget fucking your son?"

"Jacob..."

"Even though you've been thinking about it for years?"

"Honey, I told you..."

I hit play on the remote, and the VCR whirled to life. I had her videotape of Taboo cued up to my favorite scene. Kay Parker, her huge tits hanging out of her nightgown, goes into her son's bedroom and starts blowing him. She rubs his dick all over her face, like she can't get enough of it. She sucks that thing like a champ. My mother was like a deer in the headlights, staring at the screen. Her mouth hung open, and all I could think about was filling it. We both knew where the scene was going, having watched it endless times. For the first time, we were watching it together.

"Turn it off," Mom whispered. "Please, Jacob..."

"You're telling me you don't want that? How many times have you watched this, Mom? You must have thought about doing it."

"Honey, no."

I jumped off the bed, went to her. Mom was frozen in place. On the screen, Mike Ranger wakes up to his mother blowing him and murmurs, "Jesus Christ." He doesn't stop it, but holds her hair back so he can see. Mom's tits rose and fell as her breathing got heavy, watching the video. She kept looking away from it, but then her eyes were drawn back. I took her hands and guided her to the bed. She didn't resist. Mom sat on the edge, while I kicked off my shorts and climbed on.

"You've never thought about coming up to my room, instead of using that toy?"

"Jacob, I wouldn't..."

"I don't believe you, Mom. You're too into this stuff. I know you want it."

"Honey..."

I put Mom's hand on my cock. I wasn't hung like a porn star, but I filled her hand. Mom started stroking it. She looked from me to the TV. I grabbed the back of her head and guided it down. I needed need much force. My mother opened her mouth and sucked me right in. I shook and almost came that second. Seeing my cock in my mother's mouth was so much better than how I'd imagined it. Mom closed her eyes and really started sucking. Cheesy porn music and heavy breathing came from the TV, matched by the panting coming from me, and the sucking sounds from Mom. Like Kay Parker, my mother used both hands on me, stroking my shaft and playing with my hairy balls as she sucked me. Mom was a champion cocksucker, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and holding it there, while she sucked with hollowed cheeks. She sucked me like she was starving for it.

In a flash, Kay Parker climbs on top of her son in the movie, her big tits hanging in his face as she rides him. But I wasn't paying much attention to the movie any longer. All my attention was on my mother. I pulled her back by her hair, my cockhead rubbing her lips and cheeks. Mom's eyes were heavy-lidded with lust when she looked up at me. Her tongue flicked out, chasing my cock. Mom was cock-hungry. She whimpered, and I fed her my cock again. She sucked it even harder this time and I groaned. My fingers tightened in her hair. Mom bobbed quickly on my shaft, determined to pleasure me.

"Mom...fuck...god...oh god..."

I shook and jammed my prick up at her mouth. Mom was sucking when I exploded without warning. She coughed and gagged, some of my seed dripping from her lips, but once she was prepared, Mom kept sucking and started swallowing my load. I think Mom might have even sucked me harder when she tasted my cum. She moved slowly then, lips locked around my shaft, savoring every last drop. My mother sucked me so good that I started to get hard again in her mouth. I think she might have sucked me all night if I hadn't stopped her.

"Damn, Mom."

She stared at me hopelessly, licking her lips. I pulled her to me, and my straddled me. I yanked her top over her head. A lacy pink bra with a floral pattern barely restrained her tits. Mom reached back and unclasped her bra, freeing them. I grabbed those beautiful tits and pulled her thick pink nipples. I'd like to say I was gentle, but I couldn't control myself. Mom didn't seem to mind. She pushed her tits into my hands and moaned, hanging her head back. I pulled her tits to my face and kissed them. I sucked one fat nipple, while pinching the other.

"God help me..." Mom cried, holding my head to her chest.

I feasted on those amazing tits, and the more I teased her nipples, the crazier Mom got. She was grinding hard on me, and those jeans rubbing my cock started to hurt. I turned us, flipping my mother onto her back. I kissed her, not caring that she just swallowed my load. My kissed me desperately, nails running down my back. She reached for my cock and tugged it, bringing it back to life. I unsnapped her jeans.

Mom lifted her hips and wiggled so I could pull down her jeans and panties. Taboo still played in the background, but we'd both forgotten it. We didn't need inspiration anymore. I spread her fire-haired lips and speared my tongue into her. Mom cried out and pushed her cunt at me. It suddenly occurred to me that she might have fucked someone else earlier, but that didn't stop me. I had to taste her. I wanted to make my mother come.

Her legs spread wide, and she held my head by my hair. I peeked up at her, between her spread breasts, and saw Mom looking down at me. She looked like she wanted to devour me. I sucked on her clit, and she arched her back off the bed, crying out. Jen liked it when I went down on her, but she didn't go crazy like my mother. I was very pleased with myself. I added two, then three fingers to her pussy, and pumped them hard while I sucked her clit. Mom's breathing got all shivery, like it did the night before, and her body shook. I worked her clit with my tongue. Her cries went shrill and she tensed. By then, I knew the signs that my mother was coming. She gushed on my face, and I eagerly licked her, happy to make my mother come.

I climbed up between her spread legs, Mom stared up at me with lust and adoration. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Mom. I'll always love you."

"I know, honey. I know."

She shivered when I teased her pussy with my cock.

"I've wanted you for so long," I whispered.

"Jacob..."

"This is my dream come true."

"Honey..."

"Tell me you want it too, Mom."

"Honey..." she whimpered.

"Tell me, Mom." She didn't, just staring at me with pleading eyes. "I need to hear it, Mom. I need to hear you want it." Her mouth hung open. I pressed on. "Did you fuck him tonight? Is that it, you already had it?"

She shook her head violently. "No, honey. I couldn't. He wanted me to...I wanted...but I couldn't. Not after last night."

"Did you blow him, Mom?"

Mom looked away, and that was my answer.

"It's okay, Mom. Your mouth is amazing. But it's mine now. You're all mine now."

"Jacob...please..." Her hips moved, nudging at me.

"You know you're mine now, Mom."

"Jacob...I need you..."

It was all I needed. I impaled my mother. Her pussy felt amazing. I didn't think I could ever tire of that. I felt like she was massaging me inside her. Mom worked her hips, rolling them to work my cock. She needed it. I moved, giving her what she needed.

I watched Mom as I took her. She didn't keep her eyes closed this time, but kept eye contact. I'd never felt an intimate connection like that. Mom reached up and caressed my face. She pulled me down to kiss her, and my hips started churning faster. Even though I just came in her mouth, I knew I wouldn't hold out too long. I hoped that ever time I'd get used to fucking Mom and I'd be able to hold out longer.

"Honey...Jacob...Honey..." Mom repeated, over and over, moaning my name.

I moved, pulling Mom with me. We moved like one, like we were meant to be together. Mom fluidly mounted me, and stuffed my cock back into her cunt. With her hands on my chest, Mom started fucking me hard. She was showing me how she liked it. Those full tits hung forward, bobbing with her rhythmic motion. Mom worked her pussy like a pro, making me wonder how much experience she had. Did my father teach her all these tricks, did she learn them from porn, or was my mother a little slut back in the day? I liked the think my mother was always a horny little vixen.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me, Mom. Fuck, you're hot!"

Mom sat up straight, riding my cock hard. I grabbed her tits, pulling those nipples.

"God!" Mom cried. Her moans were constant and loud.

She rode me so hard, we bounced on the mattress. I moved my hands to her hips, fucking her up and down on me. I loved watching Mom's tits bounce as she fucked me. Her body was incredible! My mother came while riding me. She came so hard she froze and clenched around my cock while shrieking. She fell forward, and her hips began moving again. Mom's hands were on either side of my head, her tits dragging against my chest. We kissed.

"Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me, Mom!" I cried.

"Jacob..."

"Fuck me like you need it! Show me you fucking need it!"

"God...Jacob...please..."

"You fucking need it, Mom!"

"Yes, honey! Yes!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh god...oh yes!"

We almost came together. I jammed my cock up into her and sprayed my seed deep into her cunt. My shivered to a stop and fell onto my chest, clutching me. I held her shaking body as she came, milking my cock. I held her like I was afraid to let go. I resisted when she finally pushed against me, but I let her go. Mom slid to my side and snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest.

"I really do love you, Mom. This isn't just about sex."

"I know, honey. I love you too. This is just so overwhelming. It's almost too much to accept."

"I get it, but you love me, and you like this, don't you?"

"I do. I hate it wanting it, but I do. God, Jacob, that was incredible. I've never felt like that before. I loved your father, but it wasn't like that."

"We can have that every day."

"I don't know if it's that simple, honey."

"It's only complicated if we make it that way," I insisted.

"If anyone ever finds out..."

"We live here alone together. We can behave in public, be mother and son to the world. But in this house, you're mine."

Mom smiled. "I think I might like that. I guess I'll have to get on the pill. I can still get pregnant, you know. Your father was snipped after you."

I hadn't even thought about that. I'd just come inside my mother twice in 24 hours. "That's a good idea."

"Luckily, this isn't really my fertile time."

"And no more dating, Mom. You're mine."

"What about Jen?"

"I don't know. I guess I have to end it."

"No, don't. She's a sweet girl, and she's good for you. I think you still need something normal in your life."

I couldn't believe it. I had my mother, and she was encouraging me to be with another girl. It was the best of both worlds. My twisted mind wondered if I could get them both into bed together.

"Won't you be jealous, Mom?"

"I want you to have a real life, honey. Besides, I'm not the jealous type. Your Dad and I, we weren't possessive. We were always kind of open to things..."

"Mom, are you saying you and Dad were swingers?"

She laughed. "You make it sound dirty. It's not as forbidden as this. We didn't do it all the time, but sometimes we went to parties. Do you remember Carol and Dennis?"

Carol was my mother's best friend since high school. She was a cute little brunette, and I'd had a crush on her forever. I'd even hooked up with her daughter once. "Are you saying..."

"Sometimes. It shouldn't be such a shock, you know I'm not that uptight."

"I guess not."

Mom grabbed my flaccid cock and stroked it. I groaned. "Can't get enough?" I asked.

"Honey, it's been a long time since I've had a strong, young dick. I'm going to take advantage of it." Mom leaned down and swallowed my shaft.

"Oh fuck, Mom..."

Epilogue

My mother and I were a couple after that. For those first few months, I don't think we ever had clothes on in the house, except when I made Mom model her lingerie for me. She also taught me how to use her toy on her. One night I fucked her with it while she sucked me, and she came so hard I thought she might pass out. Alone, we were a couple in every way, but we remained mother and son to the outside world. Even after those first months, Mom remained insatiable. Even if I wasn't in the mood, she'd get on her knees and suck me until I was. Her sex drive was unreal. We even went on vacation together, far away, where we could be a couple in public.

I continued to see Jen, but after about a year it petered out. She cheated on me, and I was angry, even though I'd been cheating with my mother all that time. I never realized my fantasy of getting her in bed with my mother, but that didn't mean Mom and never brought anyone into our bed. Remember her friend Carol?

We lived together like that through most of my 20s. I finished college and got a job, but I stayed at home. I think Mom was afraid she was holding me back, because she started really encouraging me to date outside of our relationship. I hadn't dated at all since Jen. Reluctantly, I did start dating, and my mother became jealous. She was pushing 50 then, and I think the thought of me being with younger women made her insecure. It made my mother even wilder sexually, and she encouraged me to bring women home if I wanted—as long as they didn't know our relationship. And then one day, Mom announced she was buying a condo in South Carolina and moving there—alone.

At the time, I was angry and hurt, and we were estranged for a long time. I realize now that my mother just wanted to give me a chance at a normal life, and maybe giving her a future, too. I met a great woman, a busty, fiery redhead named Megan, who I married. She isn't tall, like my mother, but otherwise the resemblance was there. My mother and I reconciled when Megan became pregnant with her first grandchild, and Mom's been an awesome grandmother. Mom even remarried. I've always felt weird around my stepfather, but he's a nice guy. Megan sensed something was different between me and my mother, but she didn't push the issue, other than to say I can tell her anything. Megan is pretty wild in the bedroom, so maybe I could, but I've never worked up the nerve.

I'm in my mid-40s now, and having 2 kids of my own, I understand my mother's reluctance back in the day, but I wouldn't take anything back. Being with my mother was amazing, but I've started wondering if the apple has fallen too close to the tree in my household. My son is a senior in high school now, and I've seen him giving his mother a familiar look when he thinks no one will notice. He looks at his older sister the same way. I always wondered if I had a hot sister, instead of a brother, if I would have wanted her, too. I haven't said anything to Megan, but I am doing some detective work, trying to see if my son is up to my old tricks. His mother and I certainly have a nice stash of porn and toys. If I do find my son has my issues, I don't know what I'll do, but I don't want to leave him tortured like I was. I'll try to help him anyway I can, if it comes to that.