Things changed for my mother and I.
I was a 26 year old college graduate who recently landed a decent job. For the first time in my life, I moved out to live in a small place of my own. My entire life had been spent living with my mother in a downtown apartment, and we became very close as a result. She had even called me her best friend on several occasions.
After I left, my mom decided she wanted to move back to a residential area. She grew up in an old Victorian house which she loved for its beauty and history. Living in San Francisco, there was no shortage of antique homes for her to choose from. It wasn’t long before she found a place that suited her needs.
The house she bought was exactly what she was looking for. It was rustic & unique. My mother always had an interest in art history, so she could easily find the beauty in an old home.
We still lived near each other, just a 30 minute drive, and we always stayed in touch. Before I moved, we made an agreement; if we ever needed each other, we would always be there.
Every Midnight to Dawn
Friday night. It was over a month since I moved out, and about a week since my mother lived in the old house which she bought. As usual, she called me so we could catch up.
“How are you enjoying life as a single bachelor?” she asked playfully over the phone.
“It’s great. I’ve got hot babes all over the place.”
“Of course you do, that’s why you’re on the phone talking to your mother on a Friday night.”
“Is that why you called?” I laughed. “You wanted to rub that in?”
“A little bit. But honestly, I called you out of habit. I’m used to hearing from you everyday after I come home from work. I miss that. You’re all grown up now and living on your own.”
“Honestly, living alone has its perks, but it also has its downsides. Sure I can do whatever I want, but it can also get lonely sometimes.”
“Basically what you’re saying is, you miss me too,” she replied lovingly.
“So how’s your new apartment treating you?” she asked. “Everything good I hope.”
“I’ve got no complaints here. Great view, parking is easy, and there are a lot of really cool people who live in this building. I’ve made some new friends already.”
“That’s so wonderful to hear. I’m very happy for you.”
“What about the place you’re living in?” I asked. “Have you been able to adjust yet? I got home sick after I moved out, but I slowly got used to it.”
“…It’s…great. Everything is going well.”
“Did I hear a pause?”
“It’s nothing,” she said defensively. “I love this home and it was worth every penny.”
“Come on, just tell me. If there’s anything wrong I can come fix it for you. Or I could call a repair man for you.”
“I won’t be needing a repair man, but thanks for the offer.”
“Do you want to move back to the old apartment?” I asked.
“Not really,” she replied. “I’ve lived in that apartment for so long that I enjoy the change of location. Besides, that apartment has already been sold and people are living there already.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll call me crazy if I told you.”
“Of course not,” I replied sternly. “If I thought you were crazy, I wouldn’t tell you. I’d just keep that information to myself.”
“Very funny. It’s almost my bed time so I better go. Good night.”
She sounded like her feelings were hurt from being teased.
“It was only a joke mom. Come on, you’ve made me curious.”
She paused for a moment. “I think this place is haunted.”
“Yes, you heard me, I think this house may be haunted.”
“And why would you think that?” I asked.
“Because I hear noises at night. Strange noises. They would happen randomly.”
“Maybe it’s leaky pipes or rats between the walls. I mean, that place is old. What do you expect?”
“This place has been inspected for everything, plumbing, pests, you name it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten up in the middle of the night to make sure all the windows are locked or if something was crawling around. I’ve spent hours during the day trying to figure out what the noises are. And nothing.”
I thought for a few seconds. “There’s gotta be a reasonable explanation. I really don’t know what to say mom. Maybe you’re just overreacting because of how scary your house looks at night. Honestly, that place gave me the creeps when I helped you move there.”
“I’m completely serious. The daytime is so quiet I can hear a pin drop. There’s no sound except for the cars outside and neighbors. But every midnight to dawn…there are these strange noises.”
I thought to myself once again. My mother is very smart woman, so maybe she’s right? Maybe her home is haunted. She’s not someone to exaggerate or embellish.
“Have you thought about selling the house and moving?” I asked.
“It’s crossed my mind,” she replied. “But a lot of my money is invested here and I’ll probably take a huge financial loss if I try to sell it right away. And I really do love this home. There’s something about it that I find comforting, except for what happens at night obviously.”
“Sounds like a really tough situation. I’m all out of ideas. But I’m still not fully convinced your house is haunted. Give it a few more days and the noises might go away. Don’t forget that no one had lived in that house for months. So the wooden structure is probably just settling in if that even makes sense.”
“I want you to live with me for a while,” she said bluntly.
“It’s the weekend. Pack your bags and sl**p here on Saturday night. You can leave on Sunday or Monday.”
“I don’t know mom. That place is creepy,” I replied.
“But if it’s not haunted, then what do you have to worry about? I’ve already contacted a local psychic who wants $300 dollars for a spiritual cleansing next week. I’ve already agreed to pay, unless of course you can prove that everything is okay.”
“Don’t do that mom. $300 dollars? That’s insane. It’s clearly a scam.”
“Then come stay with me and prove otherwise,” she replied.
“Fine, I’ll be there tomorrow and I’ll stay for the night. You owe me for this.”
“I’ll be your personal chef like always. Maybe that will do?” she said playfully.
*** MY MOTHER IN MY ARMS ***
Saturday night. It was the first time in a month that my mother and I had dinner together. After some talking and late night television, we both went to bed. She was going to sl**p in the master bedroom, and I was going to stay in the guest room.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said, standing in the doorway wearing her nightgown.
“You’re making me feel like I’m in a hotel,” I joked. “A pretty old hotel.”
“Think of it as an old hotel, but with charm and character to it. Who knows, maybe if you stay here long enough you’ll finally see why I love it so much.”
“No offense, but I doubt that.”
She smiled, “Young people these days have no appreciation for art. But anyway, it feels nice having you around again. I always feel safe with you down the hall.”
“Thanks mom. I just hope there aren’t any ghosts around to ruin our night.”
“Did I just detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice?” she asked skeptically.
“Maybe. I’ll be half asl**p tonight listening for any strange noises. That’s what you want isn’t it?”
She flashed me a stern, yet playful expression. “You do that. Goodnight.”
With that said, she went to her room to sl**p.
The clock read 1:30 am. A loud banging noise downstairs woke me up. The footsteps coming from my mother’s room let me know that she had woken up as well. I got out of bed to see that my mother had turned the lights on.
“Did you hear that?” my mother asked with a jilted look on her face.
“Yeah, what was it?”
“I don’t know. But I’ve heard it before, and it usually happens around this time. I’m already scared. Are you?”
“Kind of,” I replied. “Let’s go check it out.”
We went down the stairs together as my mother turned on more lights. A few minutes later, she turned on all of the lights and I had triple checked everything. All the doors were locked, all the windows were closed, and there weren’t any a****ls roaming around. The house was empty.
“Got any ideas of what that banging noise was?” she asked.
“None. That was so weird.”
“Still think your mother is crazy?”
“I never said you were. I just said that there’s a rational explanation to these noises.”
“Then what is it?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“As soon as I find out, I’ll let you know. But there’s no point in us standing around. It’s late and I’m tired. Let’s go back to sl**p.”
“Would you mind sl**ping in bed with me?”
“You really want me to?”
“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. I’m scared, and you’ve always comforted me.”
“Sure,” I replied dutifully. “Whatever makes you feel better.”
My mother turned off the lights and we went to her room. I laid down on my mother’s bed and she turned off the bedroom lights, leaving us in the dark except for the faint moonlight. I stayed on my side of the bed. To my complete surprise, my mother rested her head on my chest. It was awkward for a moment, but I did the gentlemanly thing and wrapped my arm around her.
“I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable,” she said as she got cozy under the blanket.
“Not really. This feels nice.”
“I’m glad. Lots of boys feel uneasy about being affectionate with their mothers. I’m very lucky that I still get to hold you.”
I gave her a kiss on top of her head. “Anytime. I’ve never passed up the opportunity to hold a beautiful woman in my arms.”
“You know, I never properly thanked you.”
“For being the man of the house when your father passed,” she replied sincerely. “You were very young at the time, and I expected to have to work my butt off to take care of you. But to my surprise, it wasn’t long before you started taking care of me instead.”
“What else was I supposed to do?” I asked. “Every night you seemed really upset. I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want you to be so sad all the time, so I tried the best I could to make you happy.”
“Do you still think about dad?”
“Once and a while,” she replied. “I think about him sometimes when I’m lonely. But let’s not go there.”
“Why not? Afraid of discussing your sex life? You’ve never had a problem asking about mine,” I teased.
“Oh stop it,” she playfully said. “I’m your parent. One day you’ll have c***dren of your own and you’re going to feel pretty disturbed if any of them ask about what you do with your penis.”
“Great point, but until that day comes, I’ll still be interested in how you think of dad. Hearing you so passive about it just makes me even more curious.”
She sighed, “You really want to know what goes on in my head? I sometimes imagine your father going down on me, and afterwards he grabs me f***efully and ravishes me until we’re both completely satisfied. Happy now?”
A sudden arousal came over me. I was only joking with my mother, but hearing her talk about her sexual fantasies got my bl**d flowing.
“You asked…” she replied. “And now you know.”
“Yeah, I do.”
She put her finger on my lips to silence me. “Not another word. We’re going to sl**p now. Thank you for staying in my room tonight, and for watching over me.”
With that said, my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Of all the kisses she had ever given me, none of them had ever been on a place so intimate. She rested her head back on my chest, and my cock became hard. A part of me wondered if she knew that I had become sexually aroused by her.
*** BAD NEWS / GOOD NEWS / STRANGE NEWS ***
The next morning. I was in the kitchen eating a hot breakfast that my mother made for me, while my mom was on the phone in the living room. She was talking to a local psychic, but I didn’t care, or believe in it. The only thing on my mind was mom’s cooking.
After the call ended, she came to the kitchen and sat down so we could talk.
“So what did your psychic friend say?” I asked.
“Well I’ve got some bad news, good news, and some strange news. Where do you want to start?”
“What’s the bad news?” I replied.
“There’s definitely an entity in our home,” she replied seriously. “The psychic noticed it when he was here a few days ago. He said the entity gave him messages in his dream last night, and when he woke up, it was 2 am, which was right after we heard those noises.”
I was taken aback by what my mother said. She was completely serious.
“Jeez, if that’s the bad news, then what’s the good news?”
“The good news is that there’s a way to deal with this entity once and for all. It’s willing to leave this house and move on.”
“Great, so what do we have to do?”
She paused for a moment, “Well, that brings me to the strange news. Are you ready to hear it? It’s a little unconventional, but the psychic thinks it’s going to work.”
“At this point, I’m open to anything.”
“According to the psychic, the entity which lives in this house is an elderly woman. She’s grief stricken and is ready to leave the physical world behind. But before she does, there’s something she needs to feel before she goes. It’s unusual.”
“You’re being really coy,” I noted. “Just say it already.”
Mom took a deep breath. “The entity is lonely. She’s been that way for over a decade living here. Last night when we were in bed together, the entity felt something powerful in this house. It felt love. It was the kind of love she experienced with her own son a very long time ago. She misses that feeling and she’s longing for it.”
“Are you saying the entity was aroused?”
“I don’t know. But the psychic says that the entity will depart from this realm once it finally gets to experience that feeling one last time. It’s been waiting for something like this.”
“This is just plain weird,” I replied. “I mean, this is starting to really freak me out. I came here thinking there was some logical explanation to everything, and now I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Imagine how I feel. Believe me, I’m trying my best to keep myself together.”
“So what does your psychic friend want us to do?”
Mom took another deep breath. “Well, he says the entity is ready to leave once it gets to feel maternal love for one last time. So the psychic thinks we should continue what we did last night. He thinks we should be close with each other again. Maybe that’ll work.”
Feelings of excitement came over me, but I didn’t let it show. I didn’t want my mom to think that I was overly-enthusiastic about spending the night in bed with her once again.
“If he thinks it’ll work, then I’m up for it,” I replied.
“So are you finally coming around to the idea that this home is haunted?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. “I know that you’ve never been a big believer in the paranormal or the spiritual.”
“All I know is that there were sound creepy noises in this house last night and I don’t have an explanation for them. Whatever your friend suggests we do, I’m open to it.”
She smiled, “I’m glad to see you’re finally coming around.”
“Whatever it takes. I guess this means I’ll have to go back to my apartment to pick up more clothes since I’ll be staying here longer.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I know you have work on Monday and this is a real burden for you.”
“You’re never a burden for me,” I replied.
She winked. “Thanks.”
With my breakfast finished, I was ready to leave and prepare for more days at my mother’s house.
“Well, I better go now. How many days should I pack for?”
“Three or four maybe. Are you okay with that?”
“No problem,” I replied, picking up my plate to leave.
“Wait,” she said, stopping me. “The psychic mentioned how the entity felt something ‘powerful’ in this house last night when we were in bed together. Did you have any strong feelings of your own when we were together? It couldn’t have been just me.”
I suddenly became coy. “We were having a pretty deep conversation. So I guess that was it. You know, it was some pretty deep stuff we were talking about. That’s probably what your psychic friend was mentioning. I’m sure that was it.”
“Is there anything else you want to tell me? You can be honest with me. I want us to be open with each other.”
My mother wanted honestly, but I was sure that she wasn’t ready to hear that I had a massive erection when I was in bed with her. She was the cause of it, and I had a tough time sl**ping because of how much it ached.
“Maybe we can finish this conversation later,” I replied. “I’ve gotta get back to my apartment to pick up clothes and I need to prepare things for work tomorrow.”
She nodded. “Okay. You’re a grown man and I don’t want to get in the way of your business. But remember what I said, you can tell me anything that’s on your mind. I won’t judge.”
*** PHANTOM IN YOUR FINGERS ***
A few hours later. I came back to my mother’s house and things were unusually quiet. Typically she would come to the door to greet me, no matter what she was doing.
I carried my things up the stairs to the main bedroom, and then I saw it: My mother was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. She was wearing a towel and nothing else. Her hair and body were soaking wet, and it was obvious she had just gotten out of the shower. I dropped my things and headed over to her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked urgently. “Are you okay?”
My mother had a bewildered look on her face and she continued looking forward.
“I’m not sure.”
“What happened. You look like you just saw a ghost.” I paused, “Did you…see something…”
She turned her head and looked at me. “Not exactly. But I felt something.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“I was in the shower and I felt my hand move on its own. It moved to my private area and I started touching myself. It made me pleasure myself. My mind was gone. My head was somewhere else. The entity reminded me of intimate feelings I used to have, but repressed a long time ago.”
“Not exactly,” she replied. “It’s much more intimate than that. I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
“You can tell me anything. Just this morning you were saying how we should be honest with each other. This sounds serious and I need to know.”
“This is different,” she said defensively. “This is humiliating. You wouldn’t understand.”
I gave her a reassuring look. “Don’t forget that we’ll be sl**ping in the same bed again. We’ve got plenty of time to talk about whatever you want.”
She turned her body to face me, and when she did, her towel opened up slightly. I had an up close and intimate look of her dripping wet legs & feet.
“I used to fantasize about you. Like I said, it’s humiliating for me to talk about.”
The feeling in the room suddenly became tense after her personal revelation.
“You did?” I asked. “Are you sure it wasn’t the entity getting inside your head? Your psychic friend mentioned that the spirit was longing for something maternal.”
She reluctantly nodded. “I’m sure. It started happening after you turned 18, I started noticing how much you resembled your father. Late at night when I was lonely, I found myself thinking of you instead of your father. I felt guilty about it every time, but I’m only human. I was eventually able to suppress it. And now it’s returned because of the entity…”
“I don’t know what to say mom.”
“Don’t say anything about it. I would have preferred if you hadn’t known about that at all. That was the most personal thing I’ve ever told anyone.”
“I’m glad you told me,” I replied, unsure of what else to say.
There was an awkward silence in the room. She clearly hated telling me her intimate secret, and I was at a complete loss for words.
Well…” she said with her eyebrow raised.
“Have you ever thought about me before? In an intimate way.”
I suddenly became defensive. “Of course not mom, that’s sick. I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with you and your fantasies. All I’m saying is that it’s not normal for a son to think that way about his own mother. You gave birth to me after all. I would never think inappropriate thoughts about you. It’s not right.”
“That was quite a ramble,” she said with a motherly look on her face. “I can tell when you’re being passive with something to hid, so start talking mister. After what I just told you, I expect a little honesty in return.”
“I may have had a few inappropriate thoughts here and there,” I reluctantly admitted.
“Oh really?” she smiled. “And how frequent were these inappropriate thoughts?”
“Do we really have to do this?”
“No. I just wanted to show you how hard it was for me to talk about this. We lived in the same house for so many years, fantasies are inevitable. It’s shameful to talk about, but it’s perfectly normal. It’s part of being human.”
“So now what?” I asked.
She thought for a moment. “Now, I better dry myself and get dressed.”
Both of us stood up at the same time, and I caught a perfect glimpse inside of her towel as her legs moved. Her vagina was nearly exposed and I saw a few strands of her dark pubic hair. When she stood up, she closed her towel and looked at me as if she caught me red handed.
“Sorry about that,” I said after being caught.
“Don’t be. It’s normal. Now do you mind turning around while I get dressed?” she asked playfully.
With that, I smiled back at her and left her room.
The rest of the day went by casually.
We acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, but knowing each others secrets lingered over our heads. We knew each other better now. We became closer.
I helped her cook dinner and things were more playful than usual between us. It was as if there were no more inhibitions, but of course, none of us brought up the fact that we had fantasized about each other. It was too weird to talk about over dinner, and instead we used the time to catch up with each other and our lives.
*** PLACE WHERE I ONCE LIVED ***
Later that night. I was watching tv in the living room when my mother came down the stairs. She looked serious and I turned off the tv when she sat down next to me. It was obvious she had something important to tell me.
“I just got off the phone with the psychic,” she said.
“What did he say?”
“He thinks he knows what the entity wants before it leaves,” she said reluctantly. “Were you, by any chance, aroused last night?”
“Does it matter?” I replied passively.
“Answer truthfully. We’re past this point remember?”
This time I was the one who was reluctant. “We were talking about some pretty serious stuff and it got me excited. Why do you ask?”
“Apparently that’s what the entity wants. There’s no other way to say this, but the woman who used to live in this house had a special relationship with her son. It was more than just maternal love. I’m sure you can figure out what that means.”
“They were actually having sex together,” I replied. “It all makes sense. The entity had a romantic relationship with her son, they were in love. Everything happened in that bedroom, and she couldn’t move on once she passed away. She was too attached to everything that went on in this house.”
My mother nodded. “It had been going on for many many years according to the psychic. The woman and her son were secret lovers.”
“So what does that mean for us?” I asked.
Her eyebrow raised, “Do you really need me to explain it to you?”
I froze for a moment. If I didn’t know any better, my mom had just implied that we do something intimate with each other to appease whatever was in the home. The serious expression on her face showed that she was considering it.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I honestly don’t know. But what I do know is that the entity isn’t leaving this home unless it feels that passion once again. She knows that I’ve had feelings about you, and that you’ve had feelings for me. She wants us to do something about it. That’s probably why it did something to me in the shower this afternoon.”
“Do you think we should…you know…actually go through with it?” I asked hesitantly.
A stunned expression came over her. “How could you even ask me something like that? I’m your mother! Of course I’m not going to sl**p with you. It isn’t right.”
I was taken aback. “Okay, sorry for even mentioning it. I thought that was what you were trying to tell me. This whole thing isn’t easy for me to deal with either.”
“I’m the one who should be sorry,” she replied after calming herself down. “You’re right. I was trying to tell you that, and that’s what the psychic suggested we do. It’s a frightening thought. We can never take it back.”
“I know. It’s a tough situation.”
“So how do you feel about it?” she asked.
“How do I feel about what?”
“The suggestion,” she replied, looking me straight in the eyes. “How do you feel about the psychic’s suggestion? Is it something you would actually consider doing? I don’t like asking you about this, but there are no other options.”
I could tell how conflicted my mother was. The look in her eyes and the tone in her voice said it all. She was absolutely torn. So was I, but a part of me was also becoming excited at the new possibility.
“Do you promise not to be upset at my answer?” I asked.
“At this point, I’m about ready to hear anything.”
“I would do it.”
The look on her face showed how totally unprepared she was for my blunt answer. She looked scared, but also understanding.
“I wasn’t expecting such a direct answer to that question,” she replied. “Has this always been a part of your fantasy? Have you thought about actually having sex with me before?”
“You’re the one who asked. I’m trying to help you.”
“I understand, but please, answer my question. I need to know before I make a final decision.”
I thought for a moment. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to get inside your panties before.”
“Is that why you’re agreeing to do this? Do you just want to have sex with me? Or are you actually interested in helping me?”
“What kind of question is that?” I replied. “Of course I want to help you. The only reason I came here yesterday is became I want help you. I didn’t have ulterior motives if that’s what you were wondering about.”
“Sounds convincing enough.”
“What about you?” I asked. “You’ve admitted to fantasizing about me this afternoon. What were those fantasies like?”
The tables were turned and my mother looked uncomfortable.
“That’s not something you should ever know. I appreciate your honesty, but this is different.”
“No it isn’t. I admitted my feelings to you when you asked.”
She sighed. “Fine. I thought of you the same way I’ve thought of your father. I imagined you going down on me, kissing my womanhood. I’ve also imaged myself on top of you, with us looking each other in the eyes. Each time was romantic, and I always felt guilty after. Now do you regret asking that question?”
I started becoming sexually aroused hearing my mother’s personal confession, but I didn’t let it show.
“I’m glad you told me.”
“I’ve made up my mind,” she said with authority. “Wait 10 minutes, then I want you to come upstairs to my bedroom. I need time to prepare for this.”
Without another word, she stood up and walked to her bedroom. My mind was swirling with emotions: Was she serious? Was this actually about to happen? Were we going to make love?
*** DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ***
Time had never passed slower. It was almost torturous. When the 10 minutes past, I headed up the stairs to see mom’s bedroom door halfway open. I gently pushed the door open and she stood up when she saw me.
Her hair was down and it was neatly combed. She wore a long nightgown which showed her elegance & class. Simply put, she looked as beautiful as ever.
“I think you have some idea about what is going to happen,” she said nervously.
“I do,” was all I could reply.
“Are you sure you want this? There’s still time to change your mind. Things would never be the same between us once we cross this point. There’s no taking it back. Once it’s done, it would be in our minds forever.”
“Mom, I’ve thought about this moment for a long time. Probably longer than I’d want to admit. If this is my only chance, then there’s no way I’m turning it down.”
Her face was expressionless as she lifted the bottom of her nightgown. Her feet were exposed first, then her calves, then her curvaceous white thighs. She lifted her nightgown until her crotch was completely exposed. It was covered by a small patch of her pubic hairs.
“Do you like my legs?” she asked. “Is this how you imagined they would look?”
Once she got the confidence she needed, she pulled the gown over her head and stood completely nude. Her body had curves which reflected her age, and her average sized breasts were sagging. Her nipples were large and brown. They quickly hardened, either from being exposed or aroused.
She took a deep breath. “For the past two days, you’ve asked me a few times what I think we should do. Now I’m reversing the roles. You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours tonight. If this is the only way to cleanse my home, then so be it. I’m ready. I want it.”
Compulsion took control of me and I confidently walked over to my mother and dropped to my knees. I planted big kisses all over her midsection. I held her legs tight and kissed her crotch. Her dark pubic hairs were touching my face, and I liked it. She liked it also. She put her hands on my head as I kissed her hair and my lips touched her labia.
I lifted her off her feet and put her on the bed. My mother knew exactly what I wanted to do, and she wanted me to do it, so she opened her legs wide for me. Underneath the hair, I saw her brown labia with its pink vaginal canal behind it. Years of fantasizing was about to become a reality, and I urgently pressed my mouth against it.
“Oh god…” she gasped. “That feels so good.”
Her hands held firmly onto my head as I continued. My tongue swirled around her labia and clitoris. I could hear her moan, and feel her body begin to tremble. I held her curvaceous thighs tightly while I continued licking her pussy. Once I stuck my tongue inside of her, my mother’s body began to move. She squirmed when I tasted her pussy. Fluids were gushing out and her moans became louder.
I’ve always loved performing oral sex on woman, but to actually do it to my own mother was absolutely surreal. But of course, I wanted more…
I stood up and pulled my tshirt off. My mother’s eyes were on me as I reached down to remove the rest of my clothes, standing completely naked in front of her.
“You’ve grown,” she noted while looking at me. “You’re every bit the man your father was.”
“But I’m not my father. I’m your son. Isn’t that what you prefer?” I asked with a mischievous smile.
She smiled back, “Oh stop that. You’re making this so much harder for me.”
“The wet spot between your legs says you’re enjoying this.”
She looked down. “And that major erection you have says the same about you. So what next mister?”
“I want you top of me. I want you in control now. That’s your secret fantasy isn’t it? I want this to be as fulfilling for you as it for me.”
The look on her face showed that she appreciated the gesture. I laid on my back and I watched my mother climb over me. Every second became slower. We were actually about to have sex, and I’m not sure that either of us were truly ready for it.
My mother did all of the work while I watched. She spread her legs as she hovered over me, and she held my stiff erection upwards so she could lower her body down. Her pussy felt amazing against the head of my cock. I could tell that she had become even more wet, and that her vagina became hotter.
She lowered herself even more and my cock slid all the way inside. I felt the full weight of her body on top of me. A gasp escaped her lips. Her body started moving, and we were actually making love.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she moaned with her eyes closed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Her hips started to thrust. Her hands were rubbing my chest. Once she opened her eyes again, she looked at me. My heart was beating uncontrollably as we shared an extremely intimate sexual encounter. Her mouth opened as she breathed heavily as well.
Have sex with my mother and seeing her naked on top of me was one thing. But what made the sight of my mom even more erotic was seeing her sagging breasts swaying back and forth as she rode me. Her large brown nipples were hard. Its swaying almost had a hypnotic effect on me. I reached up and grabbed both of them in the palms of my hands. Her breasts were soft and I squeezed them tightly. My mother reacted to it by riding me harder. Her moans became screams.
Both of us were reaching our sexual climax. My heart was pounding inside my chest. My cock was absolutely throbbing inside of my mother’s pussy. All of my senses were on overdrive.
My mother was feeling the same thing. Her pretty face was starting to form beads of sweat on her forehead. She moaned loudly and made different facial expressions, which showed all of her different wrinkles. I could feel the warmth of her vagina and how much vaginal fluids she was gushing. Her hands squeezed my body and she rode me harder.
She let out a loud scream and her back violently arched. An intense orgasm flowed through her body. Fluids rushed out from her vagina, making a big mess on her bed. Every muscle in her body tightened. It was surreal to watch my prim & proper mother become overwhelmed with sexual pleasure.
I couldn’t handle it either. I could barely breath the way my heart was pounding. My aching cock suddenly erupted loads of cum deep inside of her vaginal canal, and up her womb. The moment was perfect.
She laid on top of me. My flaccid penis was still inside of her, and our once dry bodies were covered in sweat. We could feel each other breath and the warmth of our bodies.
“As crazy as this is, I’m glad we did it,” my mother said after catching her breath. “That was unbelievable. Just incredible.”
“You have no idea how badly I needed that. I love you mom.”
She looked me in the eyes, and were only centimeters apart. “I love you too.”
We kissed each other on the lips. It was a soft kiss at first, then it became passionate. We kissed each other hard with our wet tongues wrestling in each others mouth.
Suddenly there was a loud BANGING noise from downstairs. Both of us became terrified and we quickly stood up. I got dressed as fast as I could and ran down the stairs after turning on the lights.
The front door was wide open and the living room was filled with a strong gust of wind.
“What was that?!” my mother asked frantically.
She was wearing a silk robe which she held tightly together because of the strong wind.
I shut the door and locked it.
“Whatever was in this house must have left,” I said.
“Let’s hope so,” she replied.
She put her hands down and her robe opened. The middle of her chest was exposed and her vagina & pubic hairs were showing. Nudity was no longer an issue between us, and I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked.
“And what about us? Where do we go from here?”
She smiled, “Anywhere we want.”
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