Mom's Unnown Desires

Chapter 2

I woke up... no confusion about what had happened. My mom was still curled up next to me, tucked in safely next to my heart. Her hair was matted with cum, her eyebrows stiff, her cheeks still had globs, too thick to be completely dried and flaky. There was plenty of flaky still on her face, neck, tits, and my chest.

Mom's hand moved lightly across my abdomen, caressing rather than tickling. Something similar is what probably woke me up. Without lifting her head, knowing I was awake, probably from hearing my breathing change, mom asked, "Matthew, we should probably talk about all of this..."

"I believe we should. It would seem like a good idea... but we might want to get cleaned up first... a shower maybe?"

Her hand followed her fingers as they traced their way down from my belly button to my defaulted cock.

"Would you care to help me wash?"

While I was responding, her hand wrapped around my limp pecker and she lifted her head just enough to lick across my nipple, which hardened before her spit cooled.

"Are we still LARPing? Because I don't remember this part of that particular 'adventure'..."

Mom laid her chin on my chest, meeting me eye to eye, still retaining her hold on my dick, but not moving her hand or her fingers. "I guess I deserve that..."

"Well... you did set up a pretty good ambush, and as much as I truly did enjoy it, as still plainly evidenced on your very pretty countenance, I don't believe that that would be a very healthy beginning to a pretty major change in our relationship..."

She dropped her head, laying once again on my chest, dropping my cock and hugging me with her arm. "Don't hate me... I..."

"I don't hate you mom... and I don't want to end up hating you, or you me... or any other kind of negative reaction, that might spring from some misunderstanding." I stroked her hair, hugging her shoulder into me. "We have to figure out what all of this means and where, if anywhere, we take it from here."

Holding her tightly, I rolled over onto her, bringing my free hand up and catching her tit in my hand, squeezing it, pushing her nipple up to meet my lips. I planted a kiss on her nipple, felt her press herself against me, then I rolled up off of her, staying next to her and said, "Get up out of my bed mom. Get a shower and meet me in the kitchen for a snack and a beer... I don't think we can leave this hanging until the morning."

She sighed a deep sigh, rolled out, reached back to caress my face. I grabbed her hand, rolled her palm on to my lips, kissed her palm, and she stood up, wiggling her ass as she walked out of my room.

Freshly washed, hair still wet, mom sat at the table in front of a plate with some corn chips and a small tuna sandwich. I had poured a glass of inexpensive wine for her and was sipping from a cold bottle of beer.

I had slipped on a pair of running shorts and tee shirt, she had not bothered with clothes at all, just her long, thick terry cloth robe.

She nibbled, I ate and washed it down... getting up to grab another beer, she asked me to top off her glass. It seemed as if both of us were waiting for a little liquid courage to kick in and help us.

Mom finally started the conversation off with a quick apology followed immediately by excuses... I did not interrupt, though I could have several times... I wanted to see where she would take it.

"I am sorry I was not up front and more honest about the role playing I had in mind, but I was afraid of your reaction if I had been... I worried over it for days, not knowing how to ask for your help.

I kind of lost myself for a while..."

We both waited...

"I was shocked at first when I saw the porn movie you had been watching. I know its kind of naive in this day and age, to be so... out of the loop when it comes to porn... but your father did not watch it, at least, not that I knew of, and I certainly never had reason to start...

When I first saw it, it was already to the place where they were having sex. I was turning it right off when she said something about him being her son and fucking his mother. I couldn't believe it, so I watched a little more to see if I heard it right. Watching more I noticed two things... one, was that he was fucking her really hard... your father had never made love to me like that, and it... affected me. And then two, I noticed that the actress and I shared a lot of the same physical traits, shape and size being the most obvious, but hair color and even facial features... by the time they confirmed their relationship, I was hooked in, but did not realize how much until later.

I wanted to shut it off and stop looking, but I wanted to keep watching more. I had never experienced the kind of passion that the actress was showing nor the kind of physical force that the actor was displaying. I wondered too, if this was the movie you watched because it was mom and son together and we looked similar, and if so, did that mean that you wanted to do to me, what they were doing.

When it was over, I watched it again from the beginning... half way through I had to stop it and move it up to my room where I could touch myself while I watched it... another thing I had never done before... yes, I had masturbated before, but only to images in my mind about your father and only about things we had done... I was crazy with the physical feelings this movie was causing that I had to do something, but I could not turn it off and I could not turn off pictures of you doing these things to me.

I really thought that once would be enough... I orgasmed hard, harder than I ever had from sex or from masturbation... and I wanted to continue watching to the end of the movie to watch her take his cum on her face again... I came when he did for a second time, and while I was recovering, the computer, left alone, started the next movie... it was even crazier, and before I knew it I had masturbated through 3 or 4 movies featuring this actress and other men... then she was seduced by two girls... Matthew, you have no idea how that spun me! I have never seen anything like that! Never thought anything like that! They forced her... they did things to her... and my body responded like her as if they were doing them to me..."

Mom had tears in her eyes as she described her emotionally taxing experience, revealing to herself, things she did not know about herself.

"I don't think I slept that night... I let the computer and I guess the porn site you were logged into, pick what came next. You really have no idea how far lost I was. I didn't eat, or shower or leave my room for days after I put your computer back and started using my lap top. Different pop up took me to different sites... different fetishes... there were bondage videos where they really hurt each other... they... they forced people to do horrible things that made me hate myself for responding with lust and desires... it shamed me but I could not stop. Women being used by man after man, over and over, multiples together... and women... some were nice and sweet, others were worse to each other than the men were, and I masturbated to all of it. I didn't have toys so I used vegetables from the refrigerator... I know... you must think ugly thoughts that your mother could be so debased and degenerate, but... I could not stop myself, I was lost with no way back. That's when the computer quit on me and I had to ask for your help.

I cried. I tried to fix it myself at first, but really, I know just a little more about computers than I did about porn. Finally I realized that the only way I could see more was to ask for your help. That realization that I had to expose myself to you... that I had to let you see me at my lowest, to be honest... and to ask for your help... it frightened me, disgusted me and turned me on more than the porn did. I must have made myself cum 4 or 5 times in a row, thinking about having to ask you, thinking about what I would be willing to do for you, let you do to me, if you wanted some kind of "payment"... I was scared you would curse me and never want to talk to me... I was afraid you would turn me over your lap and spank me... then I was afraid you would not."

She waited... waiting for me to say something... do something... I sipped my beer...

"That you willingly helped me without judging me or hurting me, gave me the courage and the strength to find my way out of the darkness... you were the light I was drawn to.

After you fixed it. I knew I could not stop, but I could, maybe, find a way to stay sane... I went looking for someone that I could experiment with... I even went so far as to make a date with a stranger... but you know that and helped me without my asking... as soon as I got to the meeting place I knew it was a mistake... I needed someone I could trust... not a stranger... so I started figuring out how I could approach you, since, it seemed like you might already be fantasizing about me... I might be able to temp you into making both of our fantasies a reality.

It took me a while to figure it out. I thought about just offering myself to you, I thought about just crawling in your bed... I made myself wet and came thinking about ways to approach you, then it dawned on me and I watched the movie... it must have been, 10 more times, trying to learn the lines and the different movements. I practiced sucking your cock on a cucumber... I started out tasting myself on my fingers to try to get used to it and finally, after cumming on the cucumber, I cleaned it off. Now I enjoy the taste and really liked tasting myself on your hard cock. The last step was getting the costume just right. I risked it all... I put everything on the line Matthew, and you did exactly the right thing. I can't say thank you enough. I just... I can only hope..."

She was pretty far out there.. she had gone the extra mile, telling me everything, baring her heart and soul. I figured she had dangled long enough.

"Stand up." i said quietly

Mom stuttered a bit, not really forming a word.

"Mom... stand up and take off the robe." i used a bit more force in my voice.

She stood up, almost knocking over her chair, and began tearing at the belt around her waist.

"Slow down... no need to rush..." I stood up. My hard cock, pointing down my leg as I sat, now, standing up, pushed at the leg of my shorts, being more than a little obvious.

She froze as I stepped towards her. I slipped to the side and walked around her. I pealed the shoulders of the robe down, revealing her back, she continued the movement and let the robe fall off of her arms and lay on the floor at her feet.

I touched her arm as I circled back around to the front. She shivered, but it was not cold. Her nipples hard, full of blood, begging to be touched, caressed, pinched, sucked, nibbled on. My jaw pulsed... my mouth watered in anticipation.

"A son would have to be a rotten cad to take advantage of his loving mother when she is so obviously distressed..." i said. "but a man... a man would have to be a fool as well as a heartless son of a bitch, to ignore a beauty so obviously in need of help."

Mom stood still, shaking, trembling, with... fear? excitement? both?

I stepped backwards, towards the kitchen chair. Mom leaned in as if to follow, but I held up a hand. "Stay put." And like a puppy, learning to obey, she fidgeted, anxious, but waiting, her brow furrowed, then up, questioningly. Her eyes kept glancing back and forth, between my cock and my face.

I pulled my tee-shirt off, tossing it to the side, then hooked the waist band of my shorts. Mom took a couple of short, sharp gulps of air, then a soft moan when I dropped them to my ankles, stepping out and kicking them away. Her eyes, now entranced, never left my rigid, bobbing hard-on.

I sat on the wooden, straight-back chair, the swollen, angry looking head of my cock, poking me in the solar plexus.

Patting the top of my thighs, I said, "Come... sit her... face me."

Her tits bounced as she hurried to comply.

"Slow down... be careful..." i warned

A pained smile flicked across her face. She straddled my legs, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching down to guide my cock into her glistening pussy.

I took her hips in my hands and pulled her down, before she could direct either of us, setting her on my lap, my heavy, thick prick, between us, her pussy leaking profusely on my balls, her breasts pressed into my chest.

"Matthew? Please, let me..."

With my hands still on her hips I pulled her foreword slightly, tilting her pelvis, placing her pussy against my shaft, splitting her swollen lips, pressing her sensitive clit against my meaty cock.

"Oh fuck..." escaped her lips as she leaned back pulling her tits away, hanging on to my shoulders, digging her nails in.

"So this is what you think you want, huh? You want me to take you on a journey of discovery... you want me to be your safety net, your tether to reality, to sanity... you want me to be your guide, your partner, your foil... your anchor, your ground wire... to be involved but detached enough to pull you back from the edge of the abyss, if you decide to throw yourself in, to pull you back if the ground below your feet crumbles to dust?"

Mom was hunching against me, even though I held her tight, trying to keep her still.

She was the ultimate innocent, suddenly exposed to the wonders of Sodom and Gomorrah... but she had been to the edge, touched the hot stove and learned enough to know she wanted more, but knew it was dangerous.

"Pleasepleaseplease!!! Don't tease me like this."

I shook my head... she was not listening yet... carrot or the stick?

The stick would be enjoyable... but it is late and once begun, would need to be seen through.

The carrot... she is young enough, in relation to these desires, that spoiling her is not a worry, plenty of time for edging and discipline, plus, I don't want to break trust... she came to me for help... breaking her trust would not be easy to repair.

I lifted her straight up, pulled her cunt towards me and settled my nob right between her slick lips, then pulled her down.

"Ahhhgggg!!!" she cried out as I split her.

She was swollen, so tighter even, than before, but her weight forced her down onto my steel rod. Her climax hit her hard... she had been pre loaded to be sure.

She leaned in to me, arms wrapped around my shoulders and back. My arms went around her lower back, clinching her up tight on my cock, keeping her there, full and exploding again and again. I held her in place, until she slumped into a relaxed posture. She was breathing, face buried in my shoulder, so I could not tell for sure, if she was just resting or if she had passed out.

I held her still, making sure she stayed safe, waiting for her to recover.

"My god Matthew..." she breathed into my neck. "why is sex so good with you? All these years... it has never been like this."

I held her with one arm, trying to keep her still, wanting her to keep that pleasure at the forefront. I slowly brought one hand up and stroked her hair, petting her, comforting her. "It most likely has a lot more to do with you than it has anything to do with me. It's you that has changed. Chances are... you can reach this with a lot of people, not just me."

She chuckled and almost immediately moaned.

"I don't know about that Matthew... I think you broke me... I think you broke your mother's pussy." She turned her head, licked my neck, a fine line, about two inches below my ear, then nibbled the lobe.

"You might be right mom... it's leaking all over me."

She giggled again then, "Oh shit... don't make me laugh... how are you so big? It feels like I am sitting on a fence post... did you cum too? You must have... your father never could have lasted if I had moved on him like that... hell... he never would have let me do this with him."

"No... I still have a nut sac full of 'nut'... why don't we..." she sat up, looking me in the eye, "get you down there and let you suck it out?"

She made a sad face and said, "I am so sorry... I feel so selfish..."

I kissed her on the lips, then lifted her off my cock.

She held my face in her hands, moaning into my mouth as her body gave up my cock. She got her feet under her, bent at the waste, still tasting my mouth. Her knees bent as she prepared to get between my legs, but I held her a moment more... eye to eye.

"Show me how much you want me to help you on this journey... convince me that I will enjoy this, that there will be pleasures for me that will make it worth my while."

Her eyes got big, fear crept in behind them. "But... but I don't... know... I'm not very good..."

"You have watched enough blow jobs on film to know what to do... I don't expect you to know how yet... enthusiasm will make up for a lot of technique... techniques that will not make up for a lack of enthusiasm.

Do the best you can... enjoy yourself without worrying about me... play, have fun... you will learn plenty if we move forward..."

"If?"

"Nothing has been sealed in blood mom, nothing has been carved in stone... this is your shot to close the deal... you made your case with the role play... I took the bait... I'm hooked, now you have to reel me in and land me..."

She smiled, lowered herself between my knees, seeing, for the first time how much of a mess she had made.

I was hard, I doubt another blood cell would have fit without splitting the skin. So shiny that it almost glowed in the low light of the kitchen at 3 in the morning. The hair was wet and matted.

Mom sat back and looked, closed her eyes and breathed deep, let it out, smiled an absolutely enchanting smile, and reached out with both hands. My cock was slick, so sliding her hands up and down, was easy.

"You're so long Matthew. Both hands and you still stick out the top. Backing the shaft up with her palms stacked, she ran her lips and tongue from the underside base, between my balls, up and over the top. By the time she pulled her mouth off, with a pop, her nose, cheeks and chin were covered in her own juice and I was slick with her pussy and saliva.

She looked up at me watching her. In between kisses, nibbles and smearing the head and shaft on her face she said, "Before this... I had never... tasted myself... never thought to. Your father... would lick... me once or twice... a year, but I don't... think he... enjoyed... it any more than I did. He... ummm... thought it was pretty gross... and always went... and washed his face and brushed his teeth as soon as he was done. I would tell... him he had done... a good job... just so he would stop. Oh baby... I had no... ummm... idea how much... I would like this... it was one of the things I discovered watching that first video... I tasted my fingers and really liked it.

Can I try something Matthew?"

"Ummmm..." I sighed. "This is your show babe... you can do anything you want."

She had one hand gripping the base, the other sliding up and down the shaft, circling the head, then flicking her tongue across the head. No doubt something she saw in a movie.

"Oh Matthew... Babe! You really think I'm a babe?"

"Mary Baker... you are most definitely a 'Babe'."

"You make me tingle... in all the right places... just hearing you use my name, calling me Mary while I am naked, between your legs... oh Fuck how do you make me feel so special, like I am the only woman in the world."

"Because, right now, you are the only woman in the world that matters."

She stretched up to kiss me, I leaned in to meet her. It brought her tits up above my thighs and planted my hardness, still wrapped at the base, in her fist, right between her full and firm breasts.

Going back down, she kept them up and wrapped around me, squeezing and massaging my member, licking the head as she pushed down.

Taking the head in her mouth, she ran her hands down my forearms stopping only after cupping my hands in hers. She kept sucking as she placed my hands in my lap, on top of her tits, then she took her mouth off. Still guiding my hands, she placed my thumb and first finger of each hand on her nipples.