Fresh out of the jungles of Vietnam, I disembarked from the plane in San Francisco and caught a cab to the Greyhound Bus Station. Had to wait an hour and a half for a bus to take me to Salina, Kansas. A tad over a day and a half later, just as the sun was setting, I was standing on the front porch of my folks' house. I had my right hand raised, ready to knock on the door when I remembered I still had my key from when I was still at home hanging from a boot string necklace I had around my neck. I took off the necklace, inserted the key in the key hole and turned the knob.
Hoping to surprise them, I cautiously pushed the door open and slipped inside. "So far, so good," I thought as I closed it behind me and turned the lock. I was headed for the kitchen when I heard my mother screaming.
I turned and headed for the stairs. I took them three at a time, reached the top and sprinted down the hallway to my parents' bedroom. Without any hesitation on my part, I shoved the door open and saw my dad, his hands around Mom's neck, pressing her naked body against the far wall, her feet dangling a couple of inches above the carpeted floor.
My mind went blank. The last thing I remember clearly was putting my hands together, raising them high into the air and slamming them down on the back of my dad's neck with all the force I could muster. When I finally came to my senses, Mom and I were sitting on the edge of her bed, my arms wrapped around her still naked body.
I caressed the back of her head as she sobbed into my shoulder. At a loss for words, I watched, almost mesmerized at the sight of her pink-tipped, heavy breasts rising and falling with her every breath.
Gradually, her sobbing ceased until all I heard from her was an occasional sniffle and a short sigh.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I told her as I leaned in to give her a quick kiss on her cheek.
At the sound of my voice, Mom turned her face towards me. It was like someone had glued our lips together and we were powerless to break contact. I embraced her and pulled her in closer. She responded with an urgency I would have expected from a lover; not from my own mother!
Mom turned slightly and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her nearest breast into my chest. The softness of my semi-erect cock had transformed itself into a rigid, swollen piece of man flesh. She breathed deeply and noisily through her nose. Her mouth opened slightly. Her tongue was now pressing against my lips.
I welcomed her oral invasion, sucking her tongue deep inside my mouth. After a mere moment of submission, I became the aggressor and soon, my own tongue was pushing hers back to where it had come from. I cradled a breast in my left hand and squeezed it ever so slightly.
Mom groaned as my thumb circled the hard, swollen nipple. Her body trembled in what she would later describe as the first orgasm she'd had in years. Suddenly, Mom pulled her face from mine.
"This is so wrong," she gasped.
I dropped my hand from my mother's breast but, still held her close. We maintained our embrace for several seconds before she pulled away from my embrace. Now on her feet, she ran for the bathroom, slammed the door behind her and locked it.
I sat on the edge of her bed, my head still full of desire. I went to the bathroom door and knocked.
"Go away," Mom shouted. "Leave me alone."
"Just wanna talk," I said.
"There's nothing to talk about. Go away!"
Due to the lateness of the hour, I went to my room, undressed down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I pulled the covers over me and went to sleep, holding my semi-erect rod in my hand.
I was awakened just after midnight, my mother's screams bouncing off the walls. Thinking that dad had come back to finish what he'd started, I jumped out of bed and ran towards my mother's room. The light of a full moon filtering through the window let me see that dad hadn't returned. For that, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Mom, lay in bed, thrashing about, screaming, "No! Jasper, no!" over and over again. Her movements had thrown the covers off her. She was wearing a black, sheer babydoll crop top with matching granny panties. Despite the situation, my cock began to harden.
I shook her gently. "Mom," I whispered soothingly. "It's alright, Mom. I'm here."
That calmed her down considerably but, she was still sobbing and talking in her sleep. "I didn't do anything wrong," she said. "I didn't."
The sobbing, accompanied by a river of tears continued. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I covered her near nude body, went to the other side of the bed and climbed in beside her. I scooted over until we were spooning, put my arm around her and cradled her breast in my hand. Immediately, her sobbing stopped and her breathing returned to normal. I fell asleep with her breast in my hand and my aroused flesh pressed up against the crack of her ass.
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I awoke sometime later on my back, a feeling of warmth surrounding my swollen manhood. Still half asleep and thinking I was alone in my own bed, I reached for my aching shaft, fully intent upon relieving the pressure that was building up in my balls. It was when I touched my mother's bobbing head that I remembered where I was and how I had come to be in her bed.
When Mom pulled back and let my stiffness fall from her mouth, I put both my hands on the back of her head and asked her to continue.
"No, son," she said. "I can't."
"You can't just leave me hanging, Mom," I told her. "It feels so good. And I was about to cum."
She hesitated for a moment and then allowed me to slide my cock back into her mouth. "Only because I feel like I owe you something for rescuing me," she said just before she took me deep.
I heard her gag when the head entered her throat. But that didn't stop her from enveloping the entire length of my pulsing rod until her nose was touching my patch of pubic hairs.
Her throat muscles constricted around the head, causing an involuntary shiver to consume me. I could feel my balls lurching as they prepared to send my molten lava into Mom's mouth.
She must have felt something also because she pulled back until her lips were surrounding the crown of my one eyed snake, wrapped a hand around the shaft of my straining erection and began to stroke it while her tongue lightly caressed the head.
My warning that I was about to cum came in the form of a loud growl. I pushed my throbbing manhood as far into her mouth I could. I grunted as my first eruption coated the back of her mouth. I could feel Mom swallowing each time my balls pushed another load of my hot seed up and out of my pulsing rod until I had nothing more to offer.
Mom licked me one last time before she moved up to lay beside me. I could taste myself on her tongue as we kissed. I pushed her babydoll top up and over her breasts and captured a hard, pointed bud between my lips and sucked gently, using the tip of my tongue to flick its tip.
"Oh, god," mom moaned when I switched to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
After about a minute my mouth left her breasts and I kissed the smooth, naked skin just below. Several times I licked the valley between those beautifully formed mammary glands before I began my downward journey to my ultimate prize.
I paused at her belly button, licked the area around it a couple of times before I kissed it, each time penetrating it with the tip of my tongue.
Mom made a hissing sound as she sucked air into her lungs. When I left her belly button and started to go lower, she placed her hands on the back of my head. "No, son," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her.
"I can't let you do this," she told me.
Temporarily thwarted in my efforts to give her the same kind of pleasure she had given me, my open mouth hovered just above the waist band of her panties. "Why not?" I asked.
