A Mother’s Request

tagIncest/TabooA Mother's Request

It should have sickened me when my mom asked me to fuck her. Not make love, not have sex. Fuck. I don't think I'd ever heard that word come out of her mouth.
Oh, it shocked me. To the core. But my surprise kept me from getting ill. "Excuse me?" I said, as much to buy time as anything.
"I want you to fuck me, Mike."
Well, I'd heard what I thought I did. "I don't understand."
"You know. Fuck me," she said. "With your penis."
Okay. My mother, Charly Taylor, had officially used that word more in less than five minutes than her entire life. "Where is this coming from, mom?"
"From between my legs, honey."
"I get it." And I did. She kept herself healthy and still looked fantastic. It stood to reason she had urges. "But me?"
"Sweetie, I haven't had sex since before your father left me, and it's hard to date at my age."
Wow. That put it at almost four years since her last lay. "You're only fifty-eight, mom. That's not old at all these days."
"I just don't have the energy to get to know someone," she said. "And I could never sleep with acquaintance."
I got that, too. "But your son?"
"Think about, baby. We're both single, we know each other, and I feel comfortable with you."
"That's a big step, mom," I told her. "And fuck? Not make love?"
"Right now, I need a hard penis, honey. If you like it enough to do it again and make love, I'd like that. But no pressure. No strings attached."
My mother, the woman who had given birth to me and raised me, wanted me to pound her, and she said no pressure. "What if you don't like it?"
"Impossible, baby. I need it too badly."
"Have you tried masturbating?"
"Three and four times a day," she said. "Thirty minutes later, it starts all over again."
"Wow. Sorry about that. But incest?"
"Oh, honey. We're both adults, and I can't get pregnant."
"Unprotected?"
"You can wear a condom if you want," she said. "But you don't need to."
"I don't have the self-discipline to pull out," I told her.
"You don't have to, baby. It makes it hotter if you don't," she said.
Wow. My mom just said she wanted me to cum inside her. The thought turned me on like never before. I hated myself for it, but I had a rager growing in my pants. If mom noticed, she said nothing.
I almost asked for time to think about it, but I knew I'd do it. Even if it didn't get me aroused, I couldn't deny such a heartfelt request from my mother. And, the thought did turn me on. A lot. "When do you want to do this?"
"We can go to dinner and wait for the sun to go down. That way, we can make it totally dark, and you can pretend I'm someone else."
I appreciated the sentiment, but I didn't do things by halves. "No way. I want to see your face, hear your voice, and know exactly who I'm with."
"Naughty boy," she said. "What about now?"
That sounded good, before I could lose my nerve. "Your bed?"
"Sure. Just give me a few minutes to masturbate," she said. "I want to guarantee an orgasm from your cock."
Hearing my mom use that word sent a surge through me. "Let's do this right," I said, stammering a bit.
"What do you mean, honey?"
"I'll get you close with my mouth, then put it in to finish."
"I don't know, honey."
"Mom, you just told me I can ejaculate inside you," I said. "A little oral sex freaks you out?"
"Oh, no. Not at all," she said. "But I get really wet. I don't want to turn you off."
If anything, I might lose it in my pants before we could get upstairs. "I love that, mom."
"You're just saying that."
"No, really," I told her. "Besides, if I get to cum in you, you should get to put something in me."
"I had no idea I'd raised such a kinky boy," she said with a chuckle.
"I love eating pussy, mom."
"My, my. What else do you like, baby?"
"I know it sounds lame, but I really like kissing," I told her.
"I think you got that from me." She took my hand. "Let's go make out on the couch for a few minutes."
We started slow, new lovers easing into things. Then mom took the initiative. Within a few minutes, she plunged her tongue into my mouth, then sucked mine into hers. She kissed better than any woman I knew. I could easily have forgotten whose saliva filled my mouth, but I didn't want to. I pictured her face the entire time.
After about ten minutes, she pulled away. She stood and stripped. She did a slow twirl. "What do you think?"
"Perfect!" Mom had a body better than ninety percent of women my age, and better than most women ten years younger than that. Her heavy breasts hung lower than a teenager's, and she'd gone a little thick in the waist, but I liked it.
"Your turn," she said.
I stripped and twirled for her.
Her eyes dropped to my erection. She gulped. "How big?"
"A little over six-and-a-half inches," I told her.
"And thick," she said lustily. "I don't remember having anything with that girth between my legs."
I followed her up the stairs, admiring her tight ass. Her room had a queen-sized bed and a row of floor-to-ceiling windows draped with gauzy curtains.
Mom pulled back the comforter and sheet and sat on the edge of the bed. I kneeled between her legs and lifted one over my shoulder. "Remember, this time I just want to orgasm. When I tell you, get that monster inside me," she said.
She hadn't lied about her wetness. I sucked and slurped, enjoying the feeling of mom's slickness at the back of my throat. She moaned and writhed under my gentle licks and kisses, gyrating her hips in circles. Far too quickly for my taste, she said, "Get up here."
I spun her long way onto the bed and climbed between her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit several times, then eased the head in. I worked down to the base and took several slow strokes, amazed at her tightness. It only took a minute for her to loosen enough for me to find a pleasant rhythm. All at once, she grabbed my hair. "Fast, baby. Fast."
I jack hammered my beautiful mother long and hard. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down beside hers. Her moan sounded like an overjoyed spirit released from a hellish captivity. When she pressed her mouth against the side of my neck and clamped down lightly with her teeth, I came, too.
The orgasm felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. I knew it couldn't happen, but it felt like I spilled gallons into her womb. It took me three hard thrusts and holds to drain myself. I pumped until my penis turned to soft to stay inside, then collapsed on top of her.
"Thank you, baby boy," she said. "I feel like a new woman."
"I've had some awesome orgasms," I told her, "but nothing like that."
"I know what it took for you to do that for me, baby," she said. "If you want to leave, I'll understand."
"I planned on another slower version later," I told her. "You still owe me some lovemaking."
"Oh, honey, that's sweet. But you don't have to."
"Well, if you don't want to. . ."
She looked at me quizzically. "You really want to make love together?"
"Hell yes. Unless it creeps you out," I said.
"Honey, I wanted to take you as a lover since the first Thanksgiving you came home from college."
"Honestly? Wow!"
"Would you have?"
"No. I don't think so. You picked the right time."
We moved onto our sides and kissed and caressed for several minutes. "I've fantasized about this for a long time but never thought it would really happen."
"Can I tell you something kind of nasty?" She nodded. "Before I leave, I want as much as my semen as possible right here." I put my hand on her abdomen.
"I have something nasty to tell you," she said. "I love cum."
"I never thought that would turn me on."
"Good, because I want it in my mouth, too."
I could only moan.
"Then I plan to kiss you. And when you finish inside me, I want you to kiss me down there, then come back up and share."
That got me going, and we did it again. It wasn't exactly lovemaking, but it went a lot slower. And I obliged her with the kisses she wanted.
By the end of the weekend, we'd decided to try an exclusive relationship. I started visiting every weekend, and mom came down several times a week. We even set up a secure chat for the nights we spent apart.
Mom had a sex drive that challenged my own, even after a month. Sometimes we just kissed and held each other while we watched TV, but I found myself having more sex than any three men I knew. And mastering the art of making love to her made it all the better.

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