As Far Bac as I Can Remember

DISCLAIMER

: All persons engaged in any sexual acts are over eighteen years of age.

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As far back as I can remember, I have always been in love with my mother.

Let me describe my mother. Karen, at forty-one (she had me when she was nineteen), was not a raving beauty by any stretch of the imagination being about five foot five inches tall, with black hair, green eyes, and having a very rotund figure. She wasn't fat, but she was definitely overweight with tits that wouldn't take no for an answer if they wanted to be sucked--and, anybody in their right mind would want to suck on them forever. (I know that I did, but again never acted on my desires. ) She worked out, dieted, and tried every instant shed-the- weight product ever made, all to no avail.

My father, David, was lazy, out-of-shape, and basically good for nothing around the house--though he did hold down a job that required him to go out of town for long periods of time. He also had a habit of putting my mother down for her being overweight. Hell, I never even heard him fucking my mother even though my bedroom was right beside their bedroom and the walls were thin.

This was how it was when the day of my eighteenth birthday arrived. True to himself and only himself, Dad left a day early to get to where his job took him, deliberately missing my birthday party. Oh, he left my birthday present with Mom. Fucking coward gave me a watch and beat feet out of town the day before my big day. It wasn't the first time, and I guessed it wouldn't be the last time.

'Ryan, come here for a minute! I need your help with something."

"On my way, Mom!"

I walked across the living room and into the hallway. Mom's voice had come from her room, so that was where I was headed. When I entered Mom's room, I stopped on a dime and got nine cents change. Mom was flat on her back without a stitch of clothing on her body. Her pussy was on full display. Her tits stood up firm and proud with erect nipples at least a half inch long.

"Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Ryan! I'm your birthday present!"

"Mom? Are you sure?"

"Never been surer of anything in all my life."

"But, what about Dad?"

"Do you see him here?"

"No, I don't. In fact, he's never been around for anything important in either of our lives."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

"Then why am I the only naked person in this room?" I quickly pulled my T-shirt over my head and started to unbuckle my belt in response to her question.

"Come over here and let me do that, Ryan." I went over and Mom finished taking my clothes off. My cock had risen to the occasion when I had first seen my mother naked on the bed and was pointing directly at her face when she finished taking my socks off. Mom just leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth. It started off as a gentle suck on just the tip of my cock, but my prick was having nothing of that and I thrust deep into her oral cavity. She backed away momentarily, looked up at me with a wink, and then literally attacked the full length of my cock with a suction I never knew a person could create. I am ashamed to say that my first blow-job lasted less than thirty seconds. I didn't even have time to warn Mom that I was going to cum--I just did it.

"Huh, sorry Mom. "

"This was your first time?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Ryan, the first time is almost always a quick one, or so I have heard. Now that we have that particular problem out of the way, lay down on top of me and do what comes naturally--fuck me!"

I looked down at Mom's hairy pussy and noticed that my cock was still as hard as steel rebar. I did what I was told and Mom reached down between us to guide my cock into her hot and wet pussy. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her pussy fit my cock, which is about average length and girth, like a wet glove. The feeling was exquisite as I slowly sank my cock into my mother for the first time. Finally, my balls slapped against her ass cheeks and I was fully inside my mother's pussy.

"Now, Ryan, go slowly at first. Get used to the feeling of being inside me and let your excitement grow. Slower, lover--much slower than that. We have all afternoon and night to go faster. Oh, right there! That feels so good, Ryan. That's right--that's the right spot! Now, just hit that spot again! Try to remember where my hot spot is and hit it as often as you can."

All this time, I was slowly plowing my mother's pussy with long slow strokes and relishing every bit of that moist cavern between her legs. By this time, we were both breathing harder than earlier and Mom encouraged every move I made.

"Vary the angle and begin to speed up a little. Good boy! You're going to make mommy cum."

Another five minutes and Mom almost shouted "Faster, you motherfucker! Go faster and harder! I'm going to cum!" And, she had a tremendous orgasm that made her shiver and shake as she screamed out my name. Her eyes closed and a smile came to her face.

"That was nice, but you haven't cum yet. Let me get on top and I'll ride your cock until he shoots his load of hot cum deep inside me."

Who was I to argue? I rolled off her and lay on my back with my cock sticking straight out from my groin. Mom lined it up with her pussy lips and sank down on it to the hilt on the first stroke. Then she rode me like I was an unbroken bronco. It only took less than five minutes before I warned her that I was about to cum. She only rode me faster and harder until I shot what felt like a pint of hot sperm laden cum into her wanton pussy.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke, I was alone in my mom's bed and I could hear the shower running in the ensuite while Mom was humming a lively tune. I got out of bed and, still naked, walked into the ensuite. Mom was facing away from me as I stepped into the shower with her and ran both hands over her magnificent boobs while standing behind her,

"Oh, Ryan, baby! That feels so very good. Pinch the nipples, please. Your father never touches them and they are so sensitive to the touch."

"Sure, Mom. Anything for you." I played with her tits for quite some time before she called a halt to my caresses.

"Mom. Why were you humming when I came in? I haven't heard you hum in years."

"Well, Ryan, I hum when I am happy and today you made me very, very happy."

"Doesn't Dad make you happy?"

"Not in a very long time. In the early years, he made me happy most of the time, sometimes two and three times a day. Now, it's almost as if he has another woman taking care of his sexual needs. I'm lucky if he fucks me two or three times a year!"

"Damn, Mom! Why do you stay with the lazy son-of-a-bitch?"

"Don't call your father that. He is still your father, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but he still hasn't been taking care of his own homework. You're a beautiful, fuckable woman. He's a crazy fag to give up your beautiful body like he did! Either he's gay or he's got another family he visits when he is out of town. He's here only less than a week at a time. Does he ever fuck you when he's here?"

"Only when he's drunk and then he cums in thirty seconds or so and leaves me hanging."

"Again, he's either a queer or living with somebody else when he's out of town. Hell's bells, he's got a beautiful wife right here."

"Ryan, I'm almost thirty pounds overweight. That makes me obese. If anybody is to blame for your father's lack of interest, it's me. You can have me anytime you want me, you don't have to butter me up by calling me beautiful to get into my panties. I know I'm not as good looking as I was when I married your dad."

"Mom, today, you fulfilled my wildest dreams, things I thought were only a dream and nothing more. Hey, wait a minute! Did you just say that I could fuck you anytime I wanted?"

"As long as your father is not at home--and you never tell or hint to a single soul, including him, that we are fucking each other."

"I can live with those conditions. Are you ready to get fucked again?"

"So soon? I just got myself cleaned up from our first fuck."

"I'm ready if you are!"

"Ah, the wonderful recuperation powers of youth. Breed me! Fuck me hard and fast and don't worry about my cumming. I just want my birthday boy to be happy and make sure his needs are met."

We fucked like she was a brood mare and I was a stallion. It was hard, fast, and totally violent--right up to and including our orgasms which came simultaneously, each triggered by the other with no control over the wants and desires of the other party. Mom was once again a mess and I was sweating like a stuck pig on a bar-be-que spit. We showered together afterwards and went naked to get something to eat.

Mom quickly made us each a grilled ham and cheese sandwich while I started to get us each a soft drink.

"Bullshit! This is your special day. Pour some rum into those two Cokes--make them strong!"

"What do you mean strong, Mom?"

"Strong enough to get your cock to rise one more time tonight. This time, I'm going to give you something I haven't ever given your father in twenty years of marriage--my asshole!"

"I don't need anything to get my cock up, Mom. I'm still ready to fuck you right now. Besides I'm underage for alcohol."

"Down, boy! You'll fuck me when I am ready for you to fuck me. First, we eat and drink and then you get my asshole tonight. And, I won't tell anybody about the drinks if you don't tell anybody about them."

"OK, Mom." We ate our sandwiches and drank our rum and Cokes and then had a second rum and Coke and eventually a third. By this time, I was feeling a bit dizzy and my words were becoming slightly slurred. They were, after all, the first alcoholic drinks I had ever had. I didn't know it, but Mom had planned all this to happen--and, everything was going according to her plan.

My cock, by this time, was as rigid as steel with an angry purple head that pulsed with my heartbeat. Mom kept staring at my cock and licking her lips.

"Let's go to bed, Ryan."

"OK."

We got up and I staggered into Mom's bedroom. When I reached the bed, I fell back on it and was out for the count. When I woke up, I felt something strange between my legs. It hummed and it vibrated. Mom had stuck a vibrator up my ass and was in the process of lowering her ass onto my cock. If I thought her pussy was tight, well, let's just say that her asshole added an entirely new definition of tight. The vibrator added to the very pleasant sensations running up from my balls to the tip of my cock.

"Oh, fuck! What did you do to me?"

"I'm giving you your last birthday present, Ryan. I thought a prostate message along with my asshole virginity would be a great way to end your day. Now, just lay back and enjoy the sensations while I fuck you."

"I'm not going to last long."

"I know. I'm counting on this being only the first of many sessions up that particular hole--a hole that until now has never been penetrated, not even with a dildo. I also plan on fucking your asshole with my dildo and wanted to get you used to having something up there. Any complaints?"

"Hell, no! It feels great!"

"Good, now lay back and enjoy. Cum whenever you are ready. I'm on the edge right now so don't hold back because of me."

With that, her asshole started doing the same thing that her pussy had done--and then some! True to my word, I didn't last more than a couple of minutes before I fired my third load of the day deep into her rectum.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I just realized that you've given me all three of your holes today!"

"That was my plan, Ryan. I wanted you to have the trifecta of fucking on the first day you became legal to fuck. And, you can have any of these holes any time you want. Just ask and I will be more than willing."

"You're beautiful, Mom."

"Now don't go and spoil everything by telling a lie."

"I'm not lying, Mom. I really mean it--you are absolutely beautiful."

"Well, thank you, my handsome young knight in shining armor."

Mom and I continued our daily fuck-fest for the rest of the time my father was out of town, only taking the time to literally pack his bags.

When Dad got home from his latest "job" related trip, he found Mom and I waiting for him with his clothes in plastic trash bags.

"What's all this?"

"Your clothes. I want you out of here as soon as you finish putting them in your car and I never want to see your sorry ass ever again. Understood?"

"No, I don't understand."

"What you don't know is that for the last three weeks you've been followed everywhere you have gone. I know about your "second" family--or are we the second family?" Mom was bluffing, but Dad didn't know that and we knew we were--right up until his shoulders slumped. Then we knew we had hit the bullseye about the second family.

"How long have you known?"

"I've suspected it for quite some time, but this last trip was the final straw. I didn't even want to believe the PI that I had hired, but you just confirmed what he told me."

"I see. What are you going to do, Karen?"

"File for divorce, of course, David. Ryan and I will keep the house and the second car free and clear. I'll want half of the bank accounts--not just the one here, but also the one you and your bitch have. Since Ryan is eighteen, there will be no child support, but I do expect a healthy alimony payment each month. My [non-existent] lawyer tells me that I'm being too easy on you, but I told him that I wasn't greedy. Understood?"

"Yeah. I sort of thought it would end this way sooner or later. Where did I fuck up?"

"When you were here, you never wanted to fuck me more than once each time whether it was a week or a day, it didn't seem to matter to you and your trips away from here started getting longer and longer each time. I started putting two and two together, David, and coming up with five or six. I knew you weren't gay, so you must have had a woman I didn't know about--and the PI confirmed it for me."

Dad looked defeated and well he should have. He'd been caught out. What he didn't know was that I had taped the entire conversation to give to a lawyer. He also didn't know about Mom's initial bluff--there had been no PI hired nor was there a lawyer as of yet, but what he didn't know would and could actually bite him in the end (pun intended).

He picked up the bags and started moving them to his car sitting in the driveway. Mom and I watched, not even offering to help him. '

Fuck him

' I thought, '

he's made his bed, now he can sleep in it--with his other family

.' It took him five trips from the house to the car and I thought about how he was going to explain all these clothes in plastic trash bags to his other "wife." I know I felt no pity for him and I doubt that Mom did either.

After he left, Mom and I went back into the house and closed the door.

"Good riddance! He played me for a fool for long enough. I feel like getting drunk! You want to join me, Ryan?"

"You know, I think I would." The last three weeks or so had seen me mature considerably. I knew what fucking was and I knew what alcohol could do to me and I was truly afraid of nothing that could possibly come my way. "Do you want a rum and Coke?"

"No, I think I'll have some of that twelve-year old Glenlivet Scotch. Pour us both a healthy glass, and then bring the bottle with you. We'll get drunk and fuck the rest of the day away. What do you say to that, Ryan?"

"This motherfucker will do whatever his mother wants him to fucking do to her."

"Just remember you are my motherfucker and don't run around on me like that scumbag did."

"I won't, Mom."

"When we are together like this, please call me Karen."

"I don't think that's a good idea. If I get used to calling you Karen what will happen if I called you that when we are supposed to act as mother and son and not as lovers?"

"Good point. But my name is Karen and I do give you permission to call me by my name."

"What would grandma or Aunt Colleen say if I slipped up and called you Karen in front of either of them?"

Taking a small sip of the Scotch, Mom thought for a moment. "I guess you're right, Ryan. It would be hard to explain it to them without making them suspect us as being in more than in a mother and son relationship. Oh, well, here's to my smart-ass motherfucker." She raised her glass of amber liquid in my direction and took a healthy sip of the "Water of Life." Now, I think we are both overdressed for the afternoon. What do you say about us getting out of these confining clothes?"

For an answer, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and reached for my belt. Mom pulled her blouse over her head and reached behind her to unsnap her bra, letting both of her magnificent C-cup tits flop free of the bra's confines. By the time you could say "strip," we were both naked in front of each other. I took my glass and sat next to my mother on the sofa. We were both more than half-drunk by this time and there was no doubt that we were going to fuck each other very soon.

Mom pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "Suck my tits baby. Get me all nice and gooey down in my pussy."

I bent over and took her left nipple into my mouth. "That's the way--bring all that good milk out of my tits. [I knew there was no milk to be had, but I loved trying to bring it out.] Then I'm going to teach you how to eat my pussy."

I nursed her tits for the next ten minutes or so until she shivered and moaned her appreciation for me giving her an orgasm simply with my mouth on her nipples.

"I told you my tits are sensitive. Thank you for that, Ryan."

"Did you cum, Mom?"

"Oh, yes. It was a sneaky one that sort of took me by surprise. Nice!"

"Now...how do I go about eating your pussy?"

"First, get down between my legs and take a good look at my pussy. There are two sets of lips down there, a big outer set and a smaller set inside. Do you see them?" She spread the outer lips with her hands.

"Yes."

"Good. Now where the inner lips come together do you see a little bump?"

"Yes."

"OK. That is my clit. It is

very

sensitive to the touch. Reach up and feel it. Yeah, that's the way."

"OK, what now, Karen?"

"I'm glad you

finally

called me by my name. Take the finger you touched my clit with and poke inside my pussy. Then take it out and taste it. That is what my pussy tastes like. What do you think?"

"Not too bad. I think I could get used to the taste."

"Excellent! Now, French kiss me down there." I did what she told me to do and started licking her outer lips slowly spreading them with my hands until I was licking her inner lips.

"Move your tongue up to my clit and lick it then suck on it like you did my nipples." I did and Mom shuddered.

"More, Ryan! Keep it up. Move your tongue around my pussy and suck the juices out of me. Oh my, you are one fast learner! Chew on my lips as you lick them and suck my clit. Use your hands to spread the outer lips wider so you can get further inside my pussy. Oh, oh, OH!"

Mom shuddered again, but this time her orgasm went on for at least thirty seconds before she went limp on the bed. Having seen Mom collapse after an orgasm, I wasn't worried that I had done something wrong--in fact, I now knew that I could eat her pussy to orgasm, and she tasted great!

"Umm, now I'm ready for some desert, Ryan. Get your hard cock over here where I can suck on it and get myself some hot cream."

I presented my cock in front of her face and she inhaled it all the way down past her tonsils. My balls were slapping against her chin at the same pace as her head was swallowing and releasing my cock. Five minutes later, I shot a load of hot cum into her mouth and throat. Mom never choked as she swallowed my load. She lifted her head from my cock and smacked her lips in appreciation. "Thanks, lover. That was tasty."