By Adam and Evie Zasse
The authors would like to extend our thanks to volunteer editor 'Larry in Seattle' for helping to proof read this story and for his insights and suggestions.
Part 1
To say that the first time was awkward would be an understatement. It was embarrassing sure, but erotic at the same time. We both knew it was wrong. Terribly wrong. But it happened.
I came home from work a little earlier than usual that day tired and dirty. I went straight to the bathroom next to my room and took a hot, refreshing shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked across the hall to my room. When I opened the door and stepped inside I froze, startled to see my mom lying across my bed. She was looking at some of my magazines. The ones I had hidden. She was only wearing a bra. Her panties were on the floor and her hand was frantically rubbing her pussy.
Now you must understand that my mom and I are alone. Dad took off several years ago. She is in her late forties and a little on the chubby side, certainly still pretty, but in a motherly kind of way. I just turned twenty.
I was shocked, first that I was seeing my mom naked, or almost naked. And second that she had found my magazine collection. I guess most guys have a stash of girly mags, but mine were more explicit, the kind that show people screwing and sucking. And not all of them showed just men and women. Some of them were about gay guys.
I'm afraid that as I stood there, mouth open, unable to speak, my towel slipped down. As my mom looked up, our eyes met, and we both just stared. Almost like in a trance, I moved closer to the bed. I don't know what I was thinking. I bent down to pick up mom's panties and held them out for her without saying a word. I don't remember everything in those first few minutes, but I do remember that mom never stopped rubbing herself. I remember thinking how smooth and silky the panties felt as I rubbed them on my very erect and hard cock. And I remember seeing mom smile.
After that, things got a little fuzzy. I have tried and tried to remember exactly what happened, but I can't. What is clear, imprinted forever in my brain, is my cock buried as far as it would go in my mom's shaved, wet, hot pussy. Now, I'm not a virgin. I've had a girl or two, but there is absolutely no comparison between those girls and mom. The feeling was unbelievable. I didn't want to stop stroking. It felt so good. With the girls, when the big moment came, even with a condom, I always pulled out. With mom, I wanted my load deep in her pussy. I strained to get as far in as I could. I remember moaning loudly as wave after wave of hot cum erupted from my cock.
Sometime later, lying on my bed, I remember feeling one of mom's hands on my cock. "You're all sticky." mom said. "Let me clean you up."
I felt the bed shift as mom moved. And she started cleaning, with her tongue. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that. As my cock started to come back to life, mom took the head into her mouth and started to suck. I would never have guessed it, but my mom is a really great cocksucker. She was able to take most of my eight plus inches into her mouth and down her throat. She massaged my balls and even got a finger in my ass, which was a first for me. It didn't take long before I was ready to cum again.
I remember saying "Mom, I'm gonna, I'm gonna." And I did.
Mom didn't stop sucking. When I blew my load, she sucked it all down, swallowing every drop. When she finally let my limp cock slip out of her mouth, she just stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.
"Mom," I said, intending to apologize or say something.
"Not now." Mom said, "We'll talk later." "But thank you." She added and left, closing the door behind her.
We did talk later. We did more than talk. But that was later...
Part 2
That night I didn't sleep very well. I loved my mom sure. But what we did was immoral and I was pretty sure, illegal. I tossed and turned all night worrying about what would happen in the morning. Ya, she started it, but I should have known better and walked away right? When I came down the next morning, mom was making breakfast. I heard her humming softly.