Note: I have posted five previous mother-son incest stories here on Literotica.com. If you're interested, have a look at my previous submissions ("Her Secrets," "My Dilemma," "Home Is Where the Heart Is," "The Summer of Our Content, Ch. 1," and "Winter In the Teutoberg Forest"). I hope you enjoy this new addition, as well as my earlier stories.
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This is a true story. I am now in the twilight of my years, but I can remember that summer as though it were yesterday. I realize that it is time that I put it down on paper; before those memories fade to nothing. That summer is why I am still alive today; its memory is that damned powerful. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think back to those days during that hot summer in west Texas in 1944.
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It was still brutally hot, even though it was after midnight. The west Texas desert is like that in August; just damned hot until mid- to late-September.
It was 1944, and I was home again. I had been in the Marine Corps since just after Pearl Harbor; and had been wounded during the battle for Guadalcanal in the Pacific. The wound had been bad enough to secure my discharge and return home. Mother and I lived on a ranch, a few miles north of Big Bend National Park that she'd inherited from her family. I never knew my father. He was, as the story goes, some itinerant cowboy that had worked on the granddad's ranch when mom was just 16 years old. Her folks and she had raised me; and then it had just been mom and me.
I had spent the last few months moving my way through various Navy hospitals until I was healthy enough to be discharged. Once back on the ranch, the day-to-day physical activity brought me back to pretty near perfect health sooner than any of us thought possible.
At night, mom and I read aloud to each other by lantern-light. We read classics, the latest fiction, and lots of poetry. We loved the poets of the Romantic and Victorian eras; especially Christina Rossetti; Emily Dickinson; Alfred, Lord Tennyson; and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Mom would cuddle up next to me in her thin nightdress on the settee and listen as I read aloud to her.
My mother was tall, just under six feet; with long-coal-black straight hair that she typically kept pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was not what some might say "a beautiful" woman, but she was striking with her long nose and prominent cheekbones and forehead, and dark, dark brown eyes. They were eyes that a man could just get lost inside of.
I was twenty and just over six feet tall, and was slim; long-legged, and had my mother's black hair on top of my head and a thick pelt on my chest and belly. At night, because of the heat, I too was just in my boxer shorts.
We read for a couple of hours and then called it a night. I lay on my bed, on top of the sheets. The moon was up and was full, and the pale light streamed through the open windows in my room. There wasn't much breeze; but what there was, was just plain hot. I could hear mother, in the room next to mine, tossing and turning too. After a few minutes, I had an idea.
I padded to the kitchen and grabbed a large metal pail, and went down to our cellar and opened up our small cooler room. I took an ice-pick and shaved off a bunch of ice chips into the pail. I filled the bucket with well water and grabbed a clean terrycloth hand towel. I quietly went back down the hall and entered mother's bedroom. Like me, she had the lights out and the windows open. It looked like she was lightly dozing on the bed on top of her sheets.
I carefully set the bucket down and submerged the hand towel in the cool water. I wrung it out and gently began to sponge her face and forehead with the cool toweling. She started awake. I placed my hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Mom, it is me. Just relax, and close your eyes again. I'm gonna sponge you off with some cool water; it'll make you feel better. Her beautiful eyes closed and she relaxed back onto the bed.
I spent several minutes just laving the cool cloth over her forehead, face, and neck and upper shoulders. I dropped the towel back in the bucket and reached up and brought her nightgown straps down over her shoulders exposing the tops of her large breasts. I lovingly continued sponging her off. Mom just lay there making soft little contended murmurs.
I moved down to the other end of the bed and began to sponge off her long legs and feet. I flipped up the hem of her nightie until I could pretty much reach all of her thighs. She murmured and opened her legs a little wider. All of the sudden I realized that I could see her dense black pubic hair at the junction between her legs. Mom wasn't wearing panties!
As I slowly continued rubbing up and down her legs and thighs with the cool toweling Mom softly said, "Oh, Honey, this feels so good. Just let me sit up for a minute and take my nightie off. I want you to do this to all of me. If that's okay with you, Baby?"
I looked at her for a moment and quietly replied, "God, yes, that's fine, Mom, I love doing this for you. I really just wanted to make you feel better tonight."
"Oh, Baby, you have no idea of just how good you are making me feel tonight."
She smiled as she sat up and pulled nightgown over her head and then slowly lay back down on the bed. I looked at her laying there. My nude mother – her arms and legs tanned from the sun, her large milky white breasts and large dark nipples, her smooth curves and belly led my eyes to her thick black patch of dense curly pubic hair that started just below her naval - she was simply the goddess of beauty in my eyes.
I dipped the towel and began to sponge her off all over. I carefully and lovingly moved over her chest and breasts and saw her beautiful nipples erect and darken even more. I ran the moist towel down her belly and ribcage. Then I dipped the towel and gently laid it on her pubic patch; letting the cool wetness rest on her warm crotch. I repeated this several times. With each time, mother moaned softly and spread her legs wider.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I looked up at mom's face for a moment – her eyes were closed – I dropped the towel down into the bucket and moved my face over her crotch. I could smell her femaleness, the scent of my mother's vagina. I lowered my face and gently placed my lips on the lips of her pussy and softly kissed her. Mom just moaned softly and said, "Oh yes, Baby, oh yes..."