Part 1 from Chapter 4.

Hello group. My name is Calvin. I hope my story doesn t drag on too much. It isn t

as exciting as some of yours. I m not very good at writing so I ll just get right

to it.

My Mom is tall and slim, with black hair that she wears long, either just the way

it is or pulled together with a scrunchie at the back of her neck. I was aware my

Mom was attractive. Lot s of men looked at her, and so did other women. You know how

much women look at other women, checking each other out. I knew my Mom was seen as

challenging competition by other women just the way they looked at her when she couldn t

see them; but I could.

But I never saw my Mom in a sexual way. Never. That is, until Mom decided to work

at home, cutting hair to earn some extra money that she could spend herself. She thought

it would work as a business since we lived on the edge of downtown and it would be

convenient for people – – men that is, because she didn t feel she was skilled enough

to cut a woman s hair. Dad was against it, and wouldn t help. So she wanted to practice

on me.

After dinner, Mom kept me behind, sitting me on a kitchen chair she used as a barber s

chair. I pleaded with her not to wreck my hair, to embarrass me at school. She promised

to just trim it a little and started in.

I don t know exactly when, but at some point I became aware of Mom. The softness of

her thigh or hip as she bumped into me while working on my hair, the press of her

belly against my sides, the feel of her soft hands as she caressed my neck, snipping

here and there. She probably wouldn t have be so familiar with real customers but

I was her only son, after all, and she probably didn t think anything of bumping against

me.

As Mom snipped away, I found myself not wanting to leave. I was enjoying the little

brushes of her body and the feel of her fingers on my neck and head as she tilted

it this way and that. And then she did it. She stood directly in front of me, between

my outstretched legs, and leaned far over, intently eyeing my brow as she carefully

trimmed above my eyes.

But my eyes found something else. A glimpse of two little treasures hanging down,

just perceptible through the gap between Mother s neck and her blouse as it hung away

from her body. I had a perfect view down my mother s shirt. Guiltily, I pulled my

eyes away, afraid of being caught. But Mother was still intent on my brow, carefully

snipping away. Despite the fact she was looking right at my forehead, I let my eyes

stray down again, drinking in the fantastic sight of her dangling breasts, exposed

more than I d ever seen, even when she wore a bikini, the lacy bra covering only the

very tips.

I stared and stared. I forgot all about the potential of getting caught until I was

startled out of my reverie by Mom s voice, "There, " she stood up and stepped back,

"That looks good. " She turned to pick up a hand mirror from the table. "What do you

think?" she asked holding the mirror up for my inspection. I was surprised, she hadn t

noticeably cut anything, but it did look better.

"That s great, Mom. You could really be a barber. "

"Whoa, there, " Mom laughed, "I think it will take a little more practice before I

can do that, " she countered. As I stood up and Mom collected her scissors and stuff,

she asked me, "Do you think you could let me practice some more next week, Calvin?"

I hesitated, not because I was reluctant, not after the display I d been privy to

for the last few minutes. I was just caught off guard. But Mom seemed to think I was

reluctant.

"I need more practice, " she added.

The thought of her leaning over in front of me again prompted a quick reaction. "No

problem, Mom, " I finally answered. That night I rubbed my cock until I fell asleep,

thinking about Mom s breasts, conjuring up vivid, enhanced images of her dangling

breasts encased in a lacy bra that somehow now allowed me to see her nipples.

All through the week at school, I kept daydreaming in class about my Mom s breasts.

I was chided several times in different classes for not paying attention. I couldn t

think of anything else at school or at home for that matter. When we finished dinner

each night the following week, Mom stayed behind to clean up, but shooed me out of

the kitchen whenever I tried to stay and help her. When Mom finished in the kitchen,

she would join Dad and I in the living room to watch TV. My hopes for another haircut

were dwindling. At the end of the second sitcom almost a week later, Mom looked over

at Dad.

"Are you going to let me practice on your hair tonight, dear?" My hopes diminished

rapidly, dying.

"What?" my father asked, a little incredulously. Without even turning to look at her,

he responded energetically, "No bloody way! Do Calvin again. "

"I don t think he wants to, honey, " Mom whined, "Be a sport, it s your turn. "

Ignoring her, father barked, "Go help your mother, Calvin. " And that was that.

I followed Mom into the kitchen, dragging a chair out while she got her scissors and

brushes out and laid them on the table. "I m sorry, Calvin, but it s a big help to

me, you know. "

"That s OK, Mom, " I replied, "I don t mind, really. " She had no idea how little I

minded.

"I ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise, " she went on, "I really do appreciate

it. "

"No problem, Mom. " I sat down, settling in to wait for her to get to the good part.

Mom started in. I was far more sensitive this time to every bump and brush, every

stroke of her fingers and guidance by her hand. I could feel myself hardening, interpreting

every touch as unnecessary yet intentional. After all, the lady that cut my hair never

touched me so much, not so I noticed anyway.

When Mom put her scissors down without trimming my front. I was very disappointed.

Afraid she wasn t going to get to the good part, the front, I asked if she had forgot

to do it. My voice was a little shaky as I wasn t able to cover my concern completely.

"Oh, yes, " she replied, her own voice sounding a little funny, "I just need to rest

my eyes for a moment because it takes so much concentration to do the front, " she

added. As she stood there, facing partly away from me with her near hand resting on

her hip, I could see her other hand crooked up to her chest. "I do appreciate you

doing this for me, Calvin, " she misinterpreted the concern in my voice, "I know its

taking a long time. "

"I don t mind, Mom. Really, " I replied. "Take all the time you want. I like helping

you. "

"Really?" she asked. "You re such a sweet boy, son. " She picked up her scissors and

turned back to face me. "Let s get started on the front then, shall we?"

Before she leaned over, I noticed something that made my cock leap against my jeans.

While turned away, Mom had loosened two of the buttons on her blouse. As she stood

in front of me, holding the scissors out to her side, her blouse pulled apart in the

front, exposing the swell of her breasts. Her shirt parted all the way to below her

solar plexus. I had never seen Mom wear a blouse unbuttoned that far down.

"It s OK if I take my time then?" she asked, smiling sweetly at me.

"Oh, yes, " I assured her, "I want you to be really careful. Take all the time you

need, Mom. "

She leaned over toward me, slowly. As her hair fell from her back to her sides, over

her ears, her blouse began to drop away from her chest. I never looked at her eyes.

I was focused on her chest. Lower, lower, lower. She was bent almost horizontal. The

gap between her collar bones and her blouse was much greater than the week before.

And there they were, what I d waited all week to see, dangling before my eyes, her

two breasts. But this time I could see a lot more since her blouse was far looser

and something else, she was wearing a different bra. This bra was made of some silky

material that let her nipples show through and it was also smaller, a half cup push

up type, I guess, that showed a lot more of her tits.

I was in awe! Mom spent a lot of time bent over in front of me, much longer than the

week before. I couldn t help getting really, really hard. If Mom hadn t been concentrating

so hard, she could easily have seen the lump in my pants. I don t know how she couldn t

have noticed me admiring her breasts. She just had to know, and she didn t give any

indication that she minded. She must have been letting me see on purpose, otherwise

why would she have loosened her blouse before starting on the front? This thought

made me even harder.

Eventually, Mom did finish. She stood and held a mirror up for me to inspect her handiwork.

I gushed my enthusiasm for her skill, the euphoria of spending nearly half an hour

ogling her tits spilling over. I put the chair away and left the kitchen but returned

a few seconds later to ask her if she wanted to practice again next week, or even

earlier. When I re – entered the kitchen, Mom was buttoning up her blouse. She blushed

when she saw me but answered that yes, she would like to practice some more on a regular

basis, twice a week if I didn t mind. Blushing myself, I assured Mom that I would

love to help her out, as often as she needed me. Feeling a little awkward, I left.

Several days later, Mom again asked me if I d help her practice cutting hair again.

She didn t ask Dad, probably knowing his answer and not wanting to disturb him while

the game was on. We went to the kitchen and Mom made short work of trimming the top,

sides and back of my hair. Then she stopped again. I could hear her fidgeting around

behind me for a little longer than a few days ago. My cock began swelling in anticipation

as I now understood that she was probably undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse

to provide me with my reward. I hoped she would fuss around with the front for as

long, or even longer since she had shortened the time she spent on the rest.

Mom finally came into view in front of me. "Are you ready for me to do the front?"

she asked.

I simply nodded, afraid to trust my voice, I was so pent up. I was extremely pleased

to see that the buttons were indeed undone on her blouse. There was something different,

but I couldn t put my finger on what it was. Mom had an odd little smile on her face,

but I didn t think that was it. Anyway, I just wanted to start looking at her tits

again, so I was impatient for her to lean over and start the show. But she stood there

for a moment longer, smiling that odd smile, before finally bending over.

I couldn t stop myself from craning my neck a little as she bent over, quite slowly

this time. I guess that made it a little obvious what I was doing but she didn t seem

to take any notice. Finally, she was bent over horizontal and her shirt dropped from

her chest leaving the same substantial gap I had enjoyed so much days earlier. Ah,

there they were, the tops of her breasts, if anything, showing more than the last

week. Could she have found an even smaller bra, my mind asked as my eyes fixed on

her lovely globes.

It took a moment for the truth to penetrate my breast – numbed mind. They were bare.

She wasn t wearing a bra! My mother wasn t wearing a bra. I was stunned. I could see

her nipples, clutching onto the swell of her breasts as they dangled there.

"Stay still, Calvin. "

I must have been moving my head in time to the sway of my mother s tits. I held my

face rigidly still, following her swinging globes with my eyes as her hand movements

stimulated erotic movement below her chest. My cock was hardening by the second, I

could feel it busting against my jeans. It was faster than my mind.

Mom fussed with my hair for a long time, focusing exclusively on the front. I had

an unrestricted view of her gorgeous, swaying tits. Her nipples, soft when I first

saw them, slowly stiffened, hardening into a substantial length. My observation period

was so long that I noticed a fine detail. As her nipples stiffened, they didn t harden

straight down in line with her hanging tits. No, they stiffened toward me. I imagine

that, had she stood up, they would point upwards from her tits at almost a 45 degree

angle. And outward a bit.

Mom straightened up sharply when she heard Dad rustling in the living room, getting

out of his chair. She turned away from the kitchen doorway, facing partly away from

me as well but with her back squarely away from the kitchen doorway. I could see that

she was quickly doing up her buttons. So she was definitely giving me a show on purpose!

My cock turned to steel.

"You two just about done?" Dad asked, pausing in the doorway.

"Almost, " Mom replied, walking to the sink, her back to Dad.

"Mom s just going to practice trimming my mustache, " I blurted out.

Mom added, "That s right, dear. We ll be a little longer, honey. "

"Well, I m going to bed. Try to be quiet when you come up. And keep the TV down, Calvin, "

he glared at me.

After Dad left there was no motion in the kitchen for a moment or two. I took advantage

of the fact that Mom wasn t right in front of me to slip my fingers under my jeans

and pull my poor bent tool straight. Mom eventually came up behind me and placed her

hand on my shoulder, moving it along my neck, stroking softly back and forth.

"Can I really trim your mustache, Calvin?"

"Yeah, Mom. You ll have to know how to do mustaches. "

"Oh, sweetie, you try so hard to help me and your Dad won t even let me practice on

him once. This is really important to me. I won t forget it. " She sounded serious,

intense, and really ticked at Dad, the way her voice tightened when she mentioned

him.

I could hear her rustling behind me before she came around to stand once more in front

of me. Her buttons were undone again! My cock starting to grow again, quickly regaining

the ground it had lost with the sudden appearance of my father, but now that it was

straightened, its head poked above the waistband of my jeans. Thankfully, I had pulled

my shirt out to cover the fact that I was simply providing some relief to my poor

bent cock.

Mom was smiling very sweetly at me. "It is very warm tonight, isn t it?"

"Yeah, I m almost too hot in my shirt, " I replied, "I had to pull it out, " indicating

my shirttail covering the front of my jeans.

"You can take your shirt off if you like, " Mom offered.

"No, no, I m fine, " I blustered. God, I d be in for it if I took off my shirt and

she saw the top of my cock sticking out.

She was holding a fine – toothed comb in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.

"Hold these for a minute, " she said.

I took the instruments from her. Still smiling sweetly, she unbuttoned another button

on her blouse. "Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable, Cal?"

"No, no, Mom. Go ahead, " I was surprised at her calling me Cal. Everyone at school

called me Cal, but my mom never shortened my name.

"Thanks. " She raised her hands to her blouse and threaded yet another button through

its slot. Her blouse was now unbuttoned so far that I could just see her sexy navel

dipping in from the gentle swell of her tanned tummy. Full staff, I was up to full

staff. "I really do appreciate your letting me practice, honey. " Mom reserved honey

for Dad. I was always sweetie or sweetheart. Past full staff.

"I ll help anytime, for as long as you like, Mom. "

Her eyes softened. She reached out and patted my cheek. "Thank you, " she whispered

so softly I could hardly hear, interpreting her words more from the shape of her mouth,

which now caught my attention. Her lips seemed full and sexy, something I hadn t noticed

before.

Taking her tools back, Mom bent over in front of me again. Down, down, down until

her bare tits swayed once more in front of me. Her nipples were still hard and I realized

why she had kept her back to Dad.

"It really is hot, " I said, for no apparent reason other than reacting to feeling

like I was burning up inside.

"Don t talk, " Mom replied, turning her head toward the stairs to listen.

I enjoyed the show Mom proceeded to give me even more, excited beyond words by the

knowledge that she was purposely giving me a show she knew she had to hide from Dad.

Although I hadn t covered my tracks well before, I made no attempt at all to do so

now. I brazenly stared down her blouse. In fact, at one point, when her blouse obscured

my view, I reached up to push it aside with my fingers.

Misinterpreting my action again, Mom whispered, "Listen for your Dad, honey, if you re

going to do that. "

Do what? Did she think I was going to touch her? Was she saying she was OK with it?

My hand was frozen in mid air where I d left it, holding her blouse out to ensure

a clear view of her tits. Slowly, I willed it to move toward her tit. Was I sure?

What if I was wrong? Like pushing a wet noodle, my wavering hand slowly made its way

to her tit until I finally grasped the dangling pear in my upturned hand, her nipple

resting in my palm.

"Don t make any sudden moves, honey, " Mom whispered, "I do have scissors near your

eyes. "

There was no recrimination, no anger in her voice. I reached up to grasp her other

tit. Carefully, afraid to move suddenly, I massaged her tits. She continued trimming

my mustache. After a few minutes, her nipples growing in my palms, my palms bending

them around in small circles, she whispered to me again.

"I m just going to sit down to steady myself, honey, " she said quietly, then adding

in a whisper, "on your lap. "

She moved forward, her legs widening to straddle my thighs, and sat down on me. My

cock, the whole head of which was poking out above my jeans, was smothered in a soft,

warm pillow as her panties encased it. Her skirt fell to the side, covering my legs

as well as hers. The tip of my cock pulsed up against the very warm pussy pressing

down on it, separated only by Mom s panties. My hands still gripped her bare tits

under her blouse, although they had swung around so that her nipples were now accented

by my thumbs and fingers that squeezed them between. I had been right, her nipples

did stand up. They jutted up toward my face, which was now only two inches in front

of them.

Mom dropped her hands down onto my shoulders, not trimming my hair at all, or making

any pretense to. I squeezed her tits, forcing her nipples out further still. Her arm

came up behind my head, tilting it forward and to the side, toward her right breast.

My lips pressed against it. I was too shocked to open my mouth. She pressed harder,

forcing my lips open, shoving her nipple into my mouth. She started to rock my head

on her tit.

"Suck it, " she whispered, "suck me, Cal. "

Numbly, I started sucking my mother s tit.

"That s it, " she cooed, "that s it. Suck me, suck my tits. "

It felt like her nipple was growing longer and longer in my mouth. I noticed that

her hips were gently rocking on my cock, back and forth, in time with my sucks on

her tit. I could feel her nipple reaching almost to the back of my mouth as she forced

her tit further in. She began rocking her pussy more rapidly on my cock as her breath

grew increasingly ragged.

"Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, " she kept repeating, over and over.

I couldn t move much but I tried to force my cock up against her pussy, where it was

soft and damp and hot. As her words merged into one long, guttural yeeeaaah and

her hips reached a frantic pace, I felt my load surge up my shaft and explode onto

my stomach under my shirt.

Mom s paced slowed and then stopped except for an occasional twitch. Her breathing

slowly returned to a soft pant as she regained her breath. She laid her head by my

shoulder and whispered, "I guess we got a little carried away, huh, sweetie?"

I nodded, my face rubbing against her cheek which was damp with sweat. She went on,

"Did you like it?"

I nodded again, still unable to speak. She pulled her head back and took my face in

her hands, "I m glad" she said. She kissed me several times on my face, then briefly

on my mouth, right on my lips. "Now you know how much I appreciate your support. "

She rocked her hips as if to emphasize her point, and smiled.

"Do you want to keep helping me?"

I nodded again. "That s great, " she said. She lowered her face to mine once more,

pressing her lips against mine for another kiss. After a minute, her tongue slipped

between my lips into my mouth. We necked, sitting there in the kitchen, french kissing

for several more minutes. Her pussy pressed on my cock and my hands began massaging

her tits again. But a moment later, she stood up. "I won t be able to sleep if you

do keep doing that. Wait until our next practice, honey. "

Before she could turn away I blurted out, my eagerness obvious, "When?"

Mom laughed, a low laugh. "We ll see. We ll have to wait at least a few days. " She

paused briefly, looking pensive, then said "I can t do more than this, you know. "

Looking down into my lap, she smiled and added, "But don t wear jeans next time. "

She turned in the doorway to give me a big smile.

Three days came and went, each one seeming longer. Mom didn t give any sign that things

were different between us which was frustrating. Then, on the evening of the fourth

day, I noticed Mom flashing me sympathetic smiles. Whenever Dad stuck his nose in

his newspaper during commercials, she would tease me, crossing and uncrossing her

legs while smiling pointedly at me, absently fiddling with the buttons on her blouse

and then flashing her eyes up at me. I grew hard in my jeans.

I waited impatiently for Dad to go to bed. Finally, at long last, he got up and said

to Mom, "You coming?" he asked Mom.

"No, dear. Calvin s going to help me practice again. "

"You re going to go through with this then, are you?" Dad asked in a disgruntled tone.

"Yes. You know I want to, " she insisted, getting her back up. Her anger made her look

even more sexy to me. I tried not to let my erection show, covering my lap with a

sudden interest in the TV guide.

"Alright, alright. I was just asking. " Dad started up the upstairs.

"I want to wash your hair with a special shampoo before I cut it this time, Calvin, "

Mom said, a little louder than normal as she was ensuring that Dad could hear. "You

may want to change out of your jeans in case it spills, " she suggested, smiling that

funny little smile again.

"Uh, sure, Mom" I answered, heading upstairs behind Dad.

"Don t be too long, " she instructed, "It s getting late. "

I ran up the stairs and into my room, frantically kicking off my jeans and rummaging

through my drawers for a pair of pajamas with an open fly in front. Whipping downstairs,

I slowed down and entered the kitchen in a casual manner. Mom was waiting beside the

chair. I took my seat, expecting her to start right away, not bothered by the coming

wait for the frontal work since I knew what was coming.

But she didn t start. She stepped around and stood in front of me right away. She

looked down approvingly at my pajamas, or at least my lack of jeans.

"Did your father go to bed?" she asked.

"I think so, " I replied, "His door was shut and the light was out. "

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking out the kitchen door toward the stairs. "You need

to be sure, " she cautioned, turning back to look at me seriously, her eyes steady.

She was tense. Why, I wondered. Was she more afraid of getting caught because she

knew what we were going to do? I nodded a definite yes.

She nodded, then, slowly, she moved her hands to the top of her blouse and began to

undo the buttons. My cock instantly started growing. It was one thing to see with

her with a few buttons undone on her blouse but an order of magnitude better to watch

her undo them in front of me. I watched eagerly, my appreciation obvious as Mom slowly

bared her chest to me. She kept her eyes on me, watching me watch her, her funny smile

never leaving her face.

This time, she undid all her buttons, then pulled her blouse out from under her skirt.

Then, with a raise of her eyebrow, and a crook to her smile, she pulled the blouse

shirt wide, baring her tits topped by stiff nipples to my adoring gaze. Seemingly

pleased at my sharp intake of breath, she thrust her chest forward and from side to

side, presenting her breasts in a wondrous display. She leaned forward, teasing me

with the closeness of her nipples, waving them across my face, only inches away.

She laughed. "You really do appreciate your mom, don t you?"

I simply nodded, my throat too dry for speech. Mom pulled one arm out of the blouse,

then the other. She stood there in front of me, naked to the waist, wearing only a

pleated skirt, no nylons and barefoot. No wonder she wanted to know if Dad had gone

to bed. She wouldn t be able to cover herself in time if he came downstairs. She was

really on the edge.

She arched her back, twisting again in front of me, proudly displaying her tits, her

nipples standing up, no jutting up, stiffly, on top of her tits. She was so fucking

hot!

She leaned in and started playing around with my hair with just her bare hands. She

didn t have any scissors or a comb. They were still laying on the table. She tousled

my hair, leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Pulling back a bit, she pushed her

tongue out and dragged it across my mouth before pushing it in. We kissed furiously.

I reached up to grasp her tits, kneading them, a little roughly in my eagerness, I

must admit. But she didn t seem to mind. When the kiss ended, we were both breathing

hard.

She moved closer to me. "Suck them, " she commanded. I dutifully complied, taking a

tit into my mouth and sucking hard the way I now knew she liked. I mauled her other

tit. After a few minutes, I swapped tits. Then she pulled away. She looked down at

my lap.

"Look, your little man is trying to come out, " she said, looking at my cock straining

against my pajamas. "He s straining so hard. " She laughed, a hoarse, throaty laugh.

She moved closer to me, straddling my legs. Reaching down, she grasped the hem of

her skirt and pulled it up a little. Bending her knees, she lowered herself, slowly,

slowly, until I felt her warm pussy pressing my cock once again, bending it against

my stomach. She wiggled until her pussy lips fit around my shaft, enveloping it, grasping

my rod as she sunk more weight on me. She put her arms around me and kissed me, forcing

her tongue deep into my mouth. A moment later, she her hips started moving, slowly

rocking her pussy along the length of my cock. She felt much hotter than she had a

few days before. I could feel her damp heat as her soft meat enveloped my shaft.

She whispered in my ear, "Do you like it, honey?" I nodded vigorously. "We ll skip

the haircut tonight. Tonight is just for you. Would you like that?" Her whispers were

excited and throaty in my ear.

"Yes, Mom, yes, " I hissed back, pressing up as she rubbed herself on me.

Her throaty laugh echoed in my ear again. "Cal, you nasty boy. You want to fuck me,

don t you?"

I didn t answer. Please don t stop, I screamed to myself.

"You know I can t do that, don t you?" It was a statement, not a question.

I nodded, but I couldn t stop my cock from pressing up even harder against her.

She growled softly in my ear, "It s OK, Cal. You can want to, you just can t do it. "

She kissed my ear, dipping her tongue inside, circling it around and then nibbling

the lobe. Once more the throaty whisper penetrated my ear, "You do, don t you. You

want to fuck your own mother. With your father right upstairs!"

I nodded this time, thrusting my cock up hard against her. She laughed, increasing

the intensity of her fucking motions, pushing down hard, forcing my cock between her

soaking pussy lips as she dragged them along its pajama clad length. On one forward

shove, the gods aligned on my side, for as she pulled back, scraping along my rod,

my cock popped through the fly hole in my pajamas.

On the next push forward her pussy lips split over my bare cock. She groaned as she

dragged back along its length, as did I, realizing my cock was sliding through the

wet canyon of her bare pussy lips. She returned and withdrew more quickly and I pushed

up even harder, lifting myself and her from the chair. Our movements quickly became

more frantic. We lunged at each other for the next few minutes, gasping erratically,

until she came again, slumping and draping herself over me as my cock began spurting

all over me and her, jerking against her pussy until I had nothing left.

I kissed her, a gentle, tender and long kiss, without putting my tongue in her mouth.

"We really got carried away this time, didn t we, " she stated after I pulled my mouth

off hers.

I hugged her. "I guess so, " I answered, "but I liked it and I want to practice even

more. "

"No, " she replied, "I think we ve gone too far. We need to stop. "

I was taken aback. "No. Mom please. I don t want to stop. " My face twisted with disappointment.

"Sweetie, you have to realize this is wrong. I can t go any further, I can t even

keep doing this. "

"OK, Mom. We won t go so far. But we can still do some. Please, Mom. "

"Well, " she stood up, her skirt falling into place, "maybe, but not much. We ll talk

about it tomorrow. "

She smiled down at me, searching for common ground, for agreement. My eyes focused

on her tits swaying before me, her nipples still quite stiff. She laughed, "Oh god.

It s no use talking to you right now. I ll tell you what. Tomorrow morning, as soon

as Dad s gone, bring some coffee up and we ll talk about it. "

"OK, " I agreed, a little sullen.

"But don t wake me if I m sleeping, " she went on.

"I won t, " I said, still sullen.

Mom turned and went out.

Well friends, I won t tell you more unless you ask. I know this happened over just

a few short weeks, but that s the way it was.

Maybe in another letter. Please keep sending me yours.

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Part 2 from later in Chapter 4.

Hi group. I know I was going to tell you more about me and mom next time but I just

had to open the letter before I mailed it to add this postscript. I couldn t wait.

Remember Mom asked me to bring her coffee up the next morning right after Dad left

so we could talk about our situation? Well, I did. I was up early, and was coming

downstairs just when Dad finished his breakfast. He was pleased to see me up.

"Well, that s a change, " he grumped. "So you re going to make an effort to look for

a summer job before you go to school?"

"Uh, yeah, Dad, " I replied, "Like you said, the early bird gets the worm, right?"

"That s right, son. " He slapped me on the back as he headed out the door, "Good luck. "

I rushed to make coffee. The stupid coffee maker was so slow I thought it was broken.

Eventually, I made my way upstairs carrying a mug of coffee for Mom, thinking hard

about how I could convince her to let me keep looking at, touching and sucking her

tits, even if she didn t rub herself on me anymore. I was careful to go in her room

very quietly and though I set the mug down gently on the bedside table on Dad s side,

next to an open box of rubbers, I still disturbed her. She turned over onto her tummy,

clutching her pillow lengthways to her body as she rolled on top of it. As I stood

watching her, waiting for her breathing to deepen, indicating sleep, before sitting

on her bed, she mumbled to herself and kicked at her covers as she tried to get comfortable.

My attention was riveted on Mom s back as the sheet was dragged down by her restless

feet. Down from her shoulders, to her waist and on the next kick, over her rump to

the backs of her thighs. Another rustle and the sheet was only up to her mid thigh,

the hem of her nightie stretched across the halfway mark of her cheeks. Half her ass

was bare!

Now seeing and sucking Mom s tits was great, don t get me wrong. But you can t believe

how hard my boner got when the bottom of her ass came into view. Mom was making quiet

little sounds. As far as I could make out, she was dreaming. She moved her feet around

again, kicking the sheet lower still. It was now across her knees and stayed there,

held down by her left foot as she bent her other knee and lifted that foot higher

in the bed to her side.

Now I had a clear view of her entire ass and pussy. I knelt down at the foot of the

bed to improve my view. Her pussy lips, I could see from this vantage point, were

parted. This I could tell even through the thick pubic covering her puffy lips, a

glistening pink line clearly discernible running from the point her ass gave way to

her pussy, and out of sight as it pressed against the mattress.

As I watched, Mom shifted yet again. The sheet was kicked right offer feet. She hunched

her bottom up and opened her legs even wider as she bent her left knee as well. Mom

was now lying on her tummy, her ass slightly lifted from the mattress, legs bent and

opened wide. Her pussy was now clearly parted, marked by a wet pink slash.

I couldn t take any more. I stood, pushed my pajamas down my legs and off my feet.

Grasping my engorged cock, I began to stroke myself. What would I do if she awoke

and saw me? I didn t care. She looked so hot, like she was inviting me to fuck her.

That thought rolled around in my head like a cannonball. What if she was asking me

to have her? What if she wanted to be taken? She was the one that insisted I come

up to her bedroom even if she was sleeping. And only after Dad left. She let me touch

her tits, checking to make sure Dad wasn t near, and she rubbed her pussy on me, and

told me not to wear jeans next time. Maybe she wanted to but couldn t cope with it.

If I took her while she was sleeping, she could pretend we hadn t. God, I hoped

I was right because if I was wrong and she told Dad.. .

Gingerly, I placed my knee on the bed. Carefully I let it take my weight and then

lifted my other knee onto the bed. Slowly, I moved ahead. I froze when she stirred,

mumbling something unintelligible. Her legs moved apart even wider and her ass lifted

higher. God, my cock was so hard! I was careful not to touch her legs, which wasn t

hard, they were so wide apart.

Suddenly, her ass dropped to the mattress and her legs closed together on my knees.

She was moaning into her pillow. Frantic, I lifted my knees one by one and placed

them on the outside of hers as she moved to close the gap between her legs once mine

were out of the way. I stayed still, panicked that she would turn and see me kneeling

above her, naked, with my cock jutting out over her thighs. When she didn t move,

or give any other indication that she was waking up, I walked my knees up outside

her thighs and stopped.

My errant cock wobbled within an inch of her ass. It felt as if it was already touching,

the feeling of being so close to her bare pussy was so intense it was almost unbearable.

I lowered myself, bracing with one arm while I used the other hand to push my cock

into the heart shaped juncture of her thighs under her ass.

I pushed, shoving the head of my tool between her legs, into her warm and moist flesh.

My cock pushed deeper, searching for the hot slippery lips I had found the night before.

Mother never made a sound. Bracing myself now with both hands at her sides, I pushed

my hips down, shoving my cock deeper between her tight thighs. Her ass tilted up against

my intrusion, making it easier for me to push forward.

The tip of my cock felt suddenly wet, and very hot. Ecstasy! I pushed harder an my

prick slipped further ahead, wetting my shaft. Shove. Shove. Shove. I was in her,

my cock was inside my Mom!

I pulled out, slowly, relishing the exquisite feel of her cunt gripping my cock. Slowly,

I pushed back in, my hips and back bending to the task. Out again, then back in, still

slow but faster than before. Several more times, then several more again. I was fucking

her. Her ass lifted even higher giving me better and deeper access. I hunched my buttocks,

digging my cock in her. Then she spoke, shocking the hell out of me.

"Take me.. . take me.. . unnngghhhhh!"

I began fucking wildly. There was no rhythm to my movement, I was just banging her

frantically, driven by her moans and my grunts. I slammed repeatedly into the mattress,

over and over, until at last I came, pushing her whole body flat to the mattress as

I dug my bone into her as deep as I could, gasping and yelling, "Mommmm!"

After a few minutes, I got up, pulled on my pajamas and covered Mom with the sheet.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, Mom woke up and, turning to

see me, smiled and said good morning. I fetched the mug of coffee from Dad s table

and handed it to her.

"Oh, you remembered to bring me coffee. How sweet. " Mom gave me a huge smile. There

was no mention of what we d just done. It was as if it never happened. "Are you going

to let me practice on your hair again on Monday?" she asked as she plumped her pillow

and Dad s, leaning back into them while holding her coffee.

"Yeah, Mom. Sure. "

"You re so generous, Cal. Come sit beside me while I drink my coffee.. . . No, no.. .

under the covers. That s it, " she cooed as I slipped in next to her. "You deserve

a little reward, I think. " Mom looked down at her chest, then at me. "Do you think

you can play with them without spilling my coffee?"

"Oh, yeah. I ll be careful, " I assured her.

"Good, " she said, "Hold this. " She handed me her coffee and then pulled her nightie

over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was naked in bed beside me. "Go ahead,

play with them if you like. "

Several minutes after I started fondling her tits, she whispered, "You can kiss them,

too, honey. "

As I really got into sucking them, I slipped my right arm under her back and let my

left hand stray down between her legs. I cupped her pussy mound, slipping my fingers

along her crevice and was about to slip my fingers inside when she stopped me with

her hand.

"I can t let you in there, Cal. I can feel your little man against my leg, but I can t

let you go that far, honey. I m sorry. "

I stopped sucking her tit.

"All boys want to fuck their mother. It s OK for us to play a little, even talk about

like I did last night, but we can t actually do it. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Keep sucking me, honey, " she pulled my mouth back to her tit, her breath sucking

in as my mouth enveloped her nipple once more. As I sucked her nipple I let my fingers

move, ever so slightly, on her pussy. I sucked and sucked, all the while barely moving

my fingers on her quim, alternating between lightly stroking up and down and gently

tugging her lips apart. She never objected, even though a few minutes earlier she

had stopped me and held my hand still. Her hand had now fallen away from mine. Only

her breathing had changed, becoming raspier, and the quick intakes and soft little

gasps more frequent.

It wasn t due to my tit sucking. I had become negligent in this regard, simply licking

her nipple, concentrating heavily on her cunt. As I pulled her lips wider, starting

to dip the tips of my fingers in between, she moved her hand back to grasp mine once

more. She spoke in a harsh, hoarse whisper, "Maybe its OK if you just touch me there. "

Her grip loosened, and her hand fell away. I pushed my fingers inside and up into

her wet cunt, wet with her juice and my spunk. Mom spilled her coffee, what was left

of it, but she just let the mug roll off her onto the floor. I used my right arm across

the small of her back to push her pelvis out as I dug my fingers into her. Her hips

began to rock of their own accord as I fucked my fingers into her. I let my right

hand slip down to her ass, my long finger nestling into the crack, pressing on her

little hole, but not in. She was gasping unabashedly now, her legs opening wide, her

knees bent so her heels could dig into the mattress, helping her fuck my hand in earnest.

Only a moment later, her hips were bucking wildly and she was yelling, "Finger me,

Cal. Finger your mother!"

Afterward, when she was still gasping for breath, she looked at me, her face flushed.

"You re good at letting me get carried away, aren t you?" She smiled that crooked

little smile. She looked very satisfied, still propped up on the pillows, her arms

hanging limply at her sides.

"I guess so, Mom, " I answered, getting up to my knees, swinging the left over her

to straddle her tummy. "But you need to let me carried away, now. "

I pulled my pajamas down, letting my cock spring out toward her face. To my relief,

she didn t yell, didn t even look angry. She just smiled that smile, let a twinkle

sparkle through her eyes, and opened her mouth wide. Her arms remained limp at her

sides. I grasped my cock and pushed my hips forward moving unerringly into her gaping

jaws. She clamped her mouth down, sealing her lips around my shaft, swirling her tongue

around my cock s head, and then sucked hard, her cheeks caving in. She released me,

quickly pulled out and then pushed back in quick succession several times, then clamped

down and repeated the same action.

"Oh, god, Mom, " I cried.

Her eyes sparkled. She pulled her mouth off me again. "Like that?" she asked with

a big smile.

To my grateful nod, she responded, "OK, I guess you can fuck me that way, if you want.

Do you, Cal?" she smiled, opening her mouth, adding, "Do you want to fuck my mouth?

Come on, fuck your mother s mouth. "

Several times over the next two minutes, when I pulled out, she repeated these words,

"Fuck my mouth, come on, fuck your Mom s mouth. "

That s all the time I lasted. I blasted what was left of my come into her throat,

convulsing against her face. She laughed when I pulled out. "Did you jack off over

me last night? I wouldn t have thought I could swallow it all, a young man like you.

You did, didn t you? You ve already blown your load this morning, haven t you?" She

laughed again.

Was she kidding? Did she really not know I had just emptied myself in her cunt? No.

She had to know. She was just letting me know she knew, without admitting it, while

at the same time acting like she didn t know.

As I was leaving to allow her to get up and dressed, she spoke again but this time

her voice was soft and sweet. "Cal, honey. I like to have a nap in the afternoon.

Would you be a dear and bring me some tea after?"

"Yeah, Mom. I ll bring you some tea. "

"Thanks, honey. But come in quietly, like you did this morning, and don t wake me

if I m sleeping. " I nodded, and she blew me a kiss. I grinned as I skipped down the

stairs. She was in for a long shag this afternoon, and a giant sperm attack.

Well group, I hope you think it was worth waiting for this postscript. I know I just

couldn t wait to tell you. Mom has asked me to bring morning coffee and afternoon

tea to her two or three days a week since then. One day, morning coffee lasted well

over an hour and on another Mom I brought her tea within ten minutes of her going

up for her nap and left just minutes before Dad got home. My cock is so sore and chafed,

I m thinking about getting a skin graft.

I can kiss Mom, feel and suck her tits, finger her and even push my cock into her

mouth as long as Dad isn t close enough to catch us. I just can t fuck her. At least

so she has to admit it. I guess she can t engage in incest, or admit it to herself

at least. I dying to have her when she s awake. Just so you know, I m working on

that. By the way. Dad is happy because Mom dropped the barber thing. She told she

just didn t have time for it, what with all the other things she had to do in a day.

Bye for now.

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Part 3 from Chapter 6.

Though Mom had made Dad happy by abandoning notions of a home barber shop, I asked

Mom to continue cutting my hair because she did such a great job. So once again I

was in the kitchen after dinner getting my hair cut while Dad watched a game in the

living room. I had waited until later before asking Mom to cut my hair, hoping Dad

would be hitting the sack soon after. But the game turned into a long battle with

several periods of overtime.

By that time, I had been fondling Mom s tits for quite some time. Her nipples, fully

engorged, were sticking out proudly from her tits. We were both wearing robes, she

with just panties underneath and I with just my boxer shorts. I pulled her closer

to me, forcing her to straddle my knees, so I could run my hands up and down her sides

through her still belted robe, over her ass and down her flanks. She kept whispering

for me to stop it but she never backed away.

Eventually, I slipped my hand to her inner thighs and started stroking up and down

from her knee to her panties, gradually shortening my strokes until I was just rubbing

the softest skin within four inches of her pussy. Without warning, I suddenly cupped

my right hand and pressed it against her pussy, holding it there. Mom stopped dead

still, her hands falling to grip my shoulders. She didn t move.

Encouraged, I squeezed my hand, scrunching her pussy several times. I slipped my thumb

up to rest it against the top of her mound and began sliding it lightly side to side

as I milked her pussy with my palm. As her pussy became damp, I pressed my fingers

into her panties, dipping the material between her lips, spreading them under the

material. I started to move my fingers back and forth in a small oval, rubbing her

increasingly wet pussy.

I could tell she was looking down, watching me rub her. Knowing this, I reached down

with my left hand to fish my hard pole out of my boxers.

"Calvin, " she whispered, her breathing ragged, "I can t rub you with it sticking up

like that. "

"Yes you can, " I disagreed, reaching up with my now free left hand to pull at her

panties. She wriggled her pelvis to block my attempts to pull her panties down, rewarding

my thrusting fingers with welcome pussy action. She seemed to momentarily forget her

efforts to block me as her thighs clenched around my shoving hand. During the foray,

I managed to pull her panties off her ass to rest below her cheeks. With my thumb,

I dragged the front waistband of her panties down, pulling it off her pussy.

Just then, we heard Dad yell, "What a game! I need a beer. "

Mom suddenly sat on my legs, leaning forward to let her robed body cover my partially

open robe and my fully extended cock just as Dad burst through the kitchen doorway

heading for the fridge. He glanced our way, "What an incredible game. "

As he opened the fridge in search of a beer he continued with a description of what

was going on. When he pulled his head out, twisting the cap off his prize and tossing

it at the sink, Mom rebuked me, "Stay still, Calvin. I don t want to poke your eye

out!" She pushed my head to the side with one hand as she clipped at my eyebrows with

the scissors which had remained in her hand the whole time.

Dad continued with his description, watching Mom work on me as she sat on my legs.

"Stay still!" she repeated.

I don t know if her command was to convince Dad that we were in this compromising

position because we were in the middle of a potentially dangerous hair operation,

or if she was referring to the lunging efforts of my bare, hard cock which was, hidden

by her robe and mine, pressed to her bare pussy lips, and trying valiantly to push

inside. I moved my head, causing Mom to pull back with the scissors, facilitating

the interpretation that we were in the midst of a delicate situation, which we were,

but I did it more to cover some little hip movements in aid of my cock s endeavors.

Mom couldn t close her legs to keep my eager member away. Nor could she stand up with

her panties below her cheeks and pulled down from her pussy in case her belted but

loosened robe fell open revealing this inexplicable predicament. She had to stay the

way she was until Dad left. But he d just fetched his beer and the overtime interlude

had just started. How long were they? Ten minutes? Twenty?

"Bob, " Mom spoke sharply, "I m trying to concentrate here. Go watch your game. "

Interrupted, Dad nevertheless responded apologetically, "Oh, I m sorry, " and began

to move away, but I stopped him.

"No wait, Dad. Tell me about the game, " I pleaded. Dad leaned back into the counter,

pleased, took a swig and began talking excitedly about the game again. Mom s eyes

shot daggers at me. And I, I used the opportunity to slip my left hand through the

hole in my robe pocket to push my erect cock forward toward my Mom, pressing it firmly

against her open, bare and wet pussy. Looking out the corner of my eye, I could see

Dad wasn t really watching us anymore, he was too excited about relating the actions

of the game. I allowed my hips to rock up and down the barest amount – – hardly discernible

without direct scrutiny, or so I hoped – – rubbing my cock through my mother s soaking

pussy lips.

After a couple minutes of this action from which Mom couldn t retreat, she gave up

trying. She didn t rock her hips back at me, but she quit trying to pull away, allowing

me to freely rub my cock up and down her soaking trench. As the sounds of the game

started anew, Dad moved past us to stand in the doorway. With his back to us, I quickly

pulled my hips back drawing my cock away from Mom, pressed my hard, hard cock painfully

forward and shoved it back toward her, embedding it a full inch in her open pussy.

Mom groaned just after Dad disappeared into the living room to once again watch the

game, and I shoved my cock home, slowly sliding in to the hilt. Sliding my right hand

around her waist, I used my left to pull her belt undone and part her robe. Pressing

my hand on her belly, I pushed until she fell back, hooking her feet around the rear

legs of my chair to brace herself and allowing her head and hair to dangle toward

the floor. As the sounds of the game increased in intensity, I shoved my cock vigorously

into my mother s cunt. Squish, squish, squish. God she was wet, and I was unbelievably

hard. Suddenly I was gushing in her, my hips grinding, squirt, squirt,. . . squirt.

We were still. My cock was fully embedded and still pulsing in Mom s pussy. Her throat

was fully extended as her head reached back to lightly rest on the floor, her hair

in disarray on the tiles. I couldn t see her face. Her belly was heaving in reaction

to her rapid and heavy breaths. My cock still hard, I started moving again, slowly

fucking her. She shook her head. "No, no, " her hands waving in a negative signal.

But I kept thrusting, slow but relentless. Her protestations stopped. Her pussy squeezed

and clenched my cock as it bulged into her.

I lifted my weight from the chair and pushed it back, gently holding her until her

hips rested on the floor. Holding her legs up, I placed one ankle on each side of

my head and lowered myself on her, pressing her legs high toward her shoulders, jackknifing

her body against the floor. Straddling her haunches with my cock fully shoved up her

cunt, I started banging her hard. Not fast, but hard shoves, slamming into her, thrusting

as hard as I could. Bam.. . bam.. . bam. The expression on her face, which I could

now see, was intense. I grasped a tit in each hand and squeezed tightly, not gently.

Bam.. . bam.. . bam. The loudness of the TV surely covered our illicit sounds.

Mom lifted her hands to my shoulders. "Uhhh.. . uhhh.. . unnnghhh, " she moaned as

I fucked her across the floor. I could already picture the look on her face as her

head reached the bottom of the cupboards, anticipating with relish her blocked retreat

from my hammering cock. If I could only reach it before I came again. I could feel

another load of sperm ready to blast again into her cum soaked pussy. Where were those

cupboards?

"What the hell?.. . What the FUCK!.. . WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

That sound, that anger penetrated my head. Mom was oblivious, her eyes screwed tightly

shut as if to keep the intensity of her orgasm inside. Groggily, the spunk already

rushing out my shaft, I looked toward the source of the sound, finding my father s

outraged face, realizing that I d banged my mother across the kitchen floor, through

the doorway and into the living room just as I gushed another load into my mother s

cheating cunt.

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Part 4 from Chapter 8.

Hello everyone. I know my last letter ended on a traumatic note with my father screaming

at me as my Mom and I, oblivious to the world in our ecstasy, fucked our way into

the living room while he was watching a game on TV. I can easily see how you might

think that my subsequent silence indicated that I had been kicked out of the house,

and indeed, I expected at least that. But after his initial reaction, my father simply

withdrew into himself. He kept drinking beer and watching games on TV as usual but

ignored Mom and I completely.

Nevertheless, the haircuts were over, and everything associated with them, ended.

My Mom s doing. But other than that, Mom and I lived like we always had before the

sex started. This went on for months. Various times I tried to renew my relationship

with Mom when Dad wasn t home but was always rebuffed. I even tried when Dad was home

but in other rooms thinking maybe she got off on the fear of discovery, but was rejected

again.

One evening we were sitting in the living room, Dad watching a game, and Mom and I

reading. We happened to be sitting on the couch flipping pages in a magazine when

my attention was caught by Mom s bare legs still shining from whatever she put on

after she shaved her legs. Her loose skirt had just ridden up her left thigh after

she changed to a more comfortable position. Try as I might, I couldn t keep my attention

away from Mom s legs. All the memories of her body and our intimate encounters kept

flooding my mind. I tried to get her to go to the kitchen on several excuses – – snacks,

drinks, making sandwiches for lunch the next day, anything I could think of – – without

success.

Mom had twigged to my interest by the second suggestion and, noticing her skirt, pushed

it back down. A moment later, I pushed it back up her leg with my stocking feet whereupon

she again smoothed it back in place. This to and fro was repeated several more times

until she gave up, looking very annoyed with me but I guess not wishing to attract

Dad s attention. Removing my socks, I placed my bare foot behind her knee and began

flicking the back of her thigh with my toes. I think the only reason Mom didn t get

up and leave is that she didn t want deal with me alone if I followed her.

Despite her dagger – eyed, recriminating glances, I kept scratching at her leg with

my toes. And, despite her anger, I could tell it was triggering memories of our good

times for her as well. The longer I stroked her thigh with my toes, the more agitated

she became.

Finally, feigning interest in what she was reading, I slid over and sat next to her.

She pulled her legs down to the floor but I slipped my arm behind her back and around

her waist to keep her from moving. I don t think that was necessary because she didn t

seem eager to leave Dad s circle of protection. I tried to hold her book to look at

it but she pulled it away. Dad pointedly paid no attention to us.

"Come on, Mom, " I badgered, "let me see. I won t keep it. " I tried to grab her book

again.

"No, " she countered, holding the book away from me, "go read your own and leave me

alone. "

After a few minutes of this, I realized that Dad wasn t going to interfere, so I became

bolder. Dropping my hand to Mom s lap, I rubbed her lower belly through her skirt

and then slid my hand along the crease between her legs to the hem of her skirt. Returning

my hand, I tried to tug her skirt higher up her legs, with some success. I kept badgering

her to let me see her book to cover my actions because I knew I was skirting disaster

if Dad looked over and saw what I was doing. I couldn t help myself, the danger made

my hold body tingle. But Dad never even glanced our way, not even a flicker of his

eyes, which were firmly fixed on the TV.

I let my hand stray above the waist of Mom s skirt, sliding up her blouse to pat her

tummy below her breasts. I held her firmly around the waist with my right arm as I

brushed her breast on the side away from Dad with the back of my hand. Mom went rigid,

but there was still no reaction from Dad. As the game went into commercials, I backed

off but when he didn t change his demeanor, watching the commercials just as intently

as the game, I let my hand furtively return to cup the bottom swell of her breast.

Mom was like a deer caught in headlights, sitting like a statue. Throughout the commercials,

I gently squeezed and even rubbed her tit through her blouse and bra. Even so heavily

ensconced, I could feel her flesh tightening.

When the game returned, I discreetly started undoing Mom s blouse. The commentators

yakked on as I carefully revealed Mom s bra for the first time in months. After a

short pause to relish the moment, I twisted the bra undone and slipped my hand inside

to grasp her bare tit. Her whole body went even more rigid and my cock stiffened when

I felt her hard nipple poke into my palm. I tried to kiss her neck but she twisted

away. Amazingly, she didn t make any attempt to stop me from caressing her breast.

Keeping my hand on her tit, I pulled my other arm from behind her back and slid that

hand under her legs. Grasping the hem of her skirt, I pulled until I had dragged it

up behind her, tugging it all the way to her waist. Quickly, I slid my hand back underneath,

pushing along the outside her panties, until my fingers were reaching between her

legs from behind. I danced my fingertips around, massaging her pussy through her panties

to the next set of commercials and beyond. Dad continued to ignore us.

When the game started again, I pulled Mom s hip up and cocked her ass sideways toward

me, pulling my hand away from her tit to join its brother under her thighs. Prying

her flesh apart, I slipped my fingers inside the panty leg and dipped into her pussy.

She was wet and slick.

No longer concerned about what Dad was doing, I concentrated on pushing my fingers

in and out of Mom s pussy using the other hand to open her wide. Soon she was slightly

rocking and clutching at my invading fingers and a faint squishy sound matched her

movements.

Suddenly, I guess Mom could take no more and she jumped up from the couch. Unsteadily,

she walked across the room, her skirt noticeably disheveled as she headed up the stairs.

I leapt up to follow, too far gone to be concerned about Dad s reaction but no booming

voice or angry footsteps followed me. Mom was just entering her room as I topped the

stairs and the door was almost closed by the time I reached it. She halfheartedly

tried to push it closed but quickly gave up at the first sign of resistance and stumbled

toward the bed. I followed, catching up to her before she could lay down.

I pulled her skirt up over her hips and shoved my jeans down over mine. Freeing my

cock from my shorts, I yanked her panties down to her knees. Without any finesse,

I pushed on her back until she leaned forward onto the bed. Lining myself up, I entered

her and starting thrusting into her right away. Through the thunderous ocean – like

sound rocking around in my head, I could distinctly hear her rasping breath and grunting

against the backdrop of baseball sounds drifting in the open door as I lunged into

her again and again, my calves and thighs straining with the effort.

When I came, I collapsed, gasping, onto her back. Catching my breath moments later,

the realization of what we d done crashed down on me. Stunned that I was still alive,

yet alone unmolested, my cock began to harden again. Moving my hands up to grip her

tits, I slowly began to work my still starved cock into my Mom. Months of nothing

but my hand had taken its toll. I needed to have her again, right away.

Mom lay there, letting me have my way with her, lifting her ass up to help me only

at the end. After finishing, I retreated to my room. Mom and I didn t say a single

word to each other. I later learned that she showered, changed into her pajamas, and

simply read a book, waiting for Dad to join her. I heard him come to bed after the

game ended, expecting him to pay me an unpleasant visit, but he didn t. Less than

an hour later, I welcomed Mom to my bed. We made love for two hours, slowly and tenderly,

whispering about how we d missed each other and vowing to never be apart again.

Mom and I continue to have sex. Dad never pays attention. We don t flaunt ourselves

but it does excite Mom more if I initiate things when Dad is close by. If I don t,

she ll often lift the back of her skirt while sitting on the couch, flashing her backside

at me, covered by panties or not. She gives me a much wilder fuck if I first play

this game with her in Dad s presence.

Once, we went too far with our foreplay and I actually slowly fucked Mom on the couch

under a blanket while he watched a game. Dad hasn t had sexual relations with Mom

since that fateful night when I banged her through the kitchen doorway. It s weird,

but that s how things have turned out, and I m not complaining. So this is my last

letter, friends. I m enjoying my new life, fucking my Mom every day.