My name's Ryan and I'm 19 and live with my wife, Claude. Let me tell you a little about my family history:
I was 16, and my dad died about 5 years earlier. Ever since that time, my mom had been pretty depressed, she'd never really gotten over my dad. I can remember several nights when I'd be laying in bed and heard her cry herself to sleep. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting like she was. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very unique and memorable way.
I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world. To be frank, most men would not find her extremely attractive. In fact, she's plain... she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she's what you might call a "pleasantly plump" woman. But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful people in the world.
The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy in entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions. Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo.
Anyways, one day I was making dinner when my mom came home from work. She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her.
"Everything ok, you look like something's bothering you?"
"Oh it's nothing Ryan," she said in a voice that was so obviously full of pain.
"Come on, Mom, I know something's the matter. What is it? Please tell me, I hate to see you suffer!"
She said, "Well, I had a tough day at work, that's all." She was obviously masking her true feelings.
I replied, "Mom, now you and I both know that work has nothing to do with it. Come on, what is it really?"
"Well," she started to say in a low soft voice, "Today would have been your father's and my 20th wedding anniversary," and then she burst into uncontrollable tears.
"Damn," I thought to myself, how could I have been so stupid! I had forgotten about my parents' anniversaries after dad had died, I guess thinking that they would only remind mom about painful memories. Obviously, mom had not forgotten. Not only did I feel horrible because I had forgotten the anniversary, but I had also made mom cry. I walked over to her and gently embraced her. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I could feel the shoulder of my shirt become wet at the instant that her face rested there. I kept telling her that everything was going to be all right, that she was going to be all right, that I was going to take care of her. And then it happened!
That familiar sensation had started. I was getting a hard-on. My thoughts were drifting from consoling my very own mother, berieved from my father's death, to comforting her in other ways. I hadn't noticed it before, but I was thinking about what she was wearing at that moment. A white blouse, a black skirt, and a bra (I could feel it as I moved my hands around her back). I could see it so clearly now and knew what I had to do. I had to take my father's place, as the man of the house, the man in my mother's bed. Dreams were about to become reality, I hoped.
I started to gently kiss my mother's neck. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. I started to rub her back in a more seductive manner, and I pulled her in closer to me so I could feel her breasts against me. I was losing myself into making my dreams come true. As my hands moved and started to make their way from her back around to her beautiful 38DD breasts, I didn't notice that my mother had become very still, frozen like a statue.
"Ryan?" she said in a stern voice. I managed to escape the wonderful reverie I was in and pulled away from her. I stared her squarely in the face. Our eyes met. Then as if by some sudden indication of complete awareness, my mother's eyes broke our trance and looked down. I followed her eyes down to my shorts. My dick was straining mightily to get out. Then my mother looked up at me again and said the worst thing imaginable.
"Thanks for comforting me, SON, but I need to go now." She got her purse and went upstairs. Though the tone of her voice was sweet and reassuring, those words were excruciatingly painful to digest, especially her emphasis of the word "son." Now I was depressed.
I couldn't get out of my mind the feelings I had when I was actually getting hard from touching my mother in a way that society does not consider to be normal. These thoughts lingered with me into the night.
My mom and I had managed to avoid each other for the rest of the night. She just stayed in her room, as I did in mine. I knew I wasn't going to leave my room anytime soon, for I had some unfinished business to take care of. I had to rectify the situation with my hard-on, so I decided to jack off to the thought of imagining my mother lying naked in the next room. After I came, I cleaned up and somehow managed to fall asleep...
There was my mom, dressed in nothing but a sexy red teddy. She was beautiful. Her creamy, milky white skin was so smooth and luscious. Her lips a perfect pink. Her green eyes staring at me like those of a siamese cat. Her enormous breasts, covered by the teddy, I had to see. I walked towards her, gave her a passionate kiss, and then started to undo the teddy. I started to take the teddy off my mom's beautiful body, I could see the tops of her huge breas....
I awoke at 3:15 a.m. to the sound of something drop. Damn, I was so close in my dreams to touching those breasts, yet I was unable to. What a bad day!! I listened for the sound again, but heard nothing. I decided to investigate. I got up out of bed and first went downstairs to see if everything was all right. All seemed fine, so I went back upstairs and decided to check up on mom. I slowly opened her door, and there she was in all her beauty, lying fast asleep in her nightgown at one edge of the bed.
I walked in to make sure she was really ok - or maybe I just wanted to get a better glimpse of sleeping beauty - and so I decided to take a few steps closer. After staring at her half naked body for a couple of minutes, I turned to walk to the door when something caught my eye in the dark.
I walked over to the mysterious object lying on the floor next to where mom was sleeping. I bent down and picked it up. To get a better look at what it was, and so as not to wake mom up, I quietly exited the room into the hallway where there was ample lighting. I couldn't believe it!!! The object I was holding in my hand was a dildo!! I brought the dildo closer to my face, and I smelled something wonderful on it. I took my finger and grazed it against the object, taking a sample of a liquid substance and looking at it closer. Then I realized what it was, and what must have happened.
I realized that this was my mother's cum on my hands. She must have been masturbating with the dildo, and after she was done she must have fallen asleep with dildo still in hand. She must have let go of the dildo while sleeping, and when it hit the floor, that must have been the noise that had woken me up.
My mission was clear. I WAS going to take my father's place as the man in my mother's bed. I threw the dildo aside and walked into my mother's bedroom. There she was, half naked in a nightgown. I was going to hit that, nothing could stop me. I quickly took off my boxers, all the while my eyes were fixed on my mother's huge, heaving breasts as she breathed in her sleep. I crept over the the bed and gently got onto it so as not to wake my mom.
She was fast asleep, so I reached over and tried to manipulate her gown so that it would rise along her body, revealing her moist mound of pleasure to me. When I was able to do this, I then moved up and tried to get the top portion of her nighty to move down along her body so as to reveal her enormous breasts. When I was able to do this, I pulled back and just looked at my sleeping mother now. Her breasts showed. Her pussy showed. I was in heaven!!
What happened next is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced!!! I slowly got on top of my mother and lowered myself into her. As my penis entered the very hole from where I emerged years earlier, a warm sensation jetted throughout my body. Yet she still slept.
I lowered my head to her breasts and started to suck on her nipples and kneaded her wonderful breasts. Her nipples became hard in my mouth. Yet she still slept.
Her breasts were so soft and scrumptious. I licked them and sucked them. Yet she still slept.
I decided to inch my way up her body with kisses, and as I did this, my body instinctively made a gyrating motion, as my penis entered her hole, deeper and deeper and deeper. Yet she still slept.
As my mouth reached hers, I passionately french kissed her. Yet she still slept.
Then I decided to go for it all. I started to pound into her with a fury and strength I never knew I had in me. Pounding mercilessly into her, her body reacted as her vagina contracted perfectly around my penis. Up and down, down and up. I started to moan in pleasure. And wouldn't you know it, my mother started to moan what seemed to be involuntarily - she still seemed to be asleep.
I decided that she was going to wake up and consciously enjoy this, and she was going to know who was giving her this much needed pleasure. I pounded harder and harder, and her moans became increasingly louder. At the moment of orgasm, I shot my load into my mom, and I was startled to hear her say, "Yes Ryan, fuck your mommy, fuck your girl, fuck ME!!!!!" I looked up and saw my mom's eyes wide awake, and she had this huge smile on her face. I kissed her then. There were many more kisses (among other things) afterwards.
I married Claude, my mom, a couple months later, and we moved soon thereafter
to Utah and now live as man and wife. We are expecting our first child in 2 more
months. It's a boy. He's going to have a wonderful mother to take care of him
and show him the joys of life. I know I did!