Donny’s Lessons From Mom by Day Dreamer

Prologue

Seventeen-year-old Donny had just lost his virginity. It
didn’t happen the way he had always imagined, by making it
with one of the pretty young girls in his school, but with an
older woman–his Aunt Sue. Well, not an “older woman” in the
sense that Aunt Sue was really old–after all she was only
twenty-eight–but older in comparison to the teenage girls in
his class.

Donny and Aunt Sue had gone skinny-dipping together (Read the story here…). Follow-
ing that, nature took its course, and Donny and Sue ended up
joyously giving their virginity to each other. They had
opportunity to have sex several more times before Donny’s
divorced mother returned from out of town to pick him up at
the farm where he had stayed with Aunt Sue. Even with that
limited experience, Donny had become addicted to Sue’s body
and the joy that came from the coupling of flesh in sexual
union. Donny was now addicted to sex–real sex with a
female, not just fantasy sex accompanying solitary
masturbation sessions.

Now that Donny had experienced real sex, he wanted more and
more of it. Sue had been turned on to sex as much as he, and
she, too, wanted it on a steady basis. As a result, he and
Sue were saddened at having to part and longed to get back
together and renew the relationship they had established.
They hoped that Donny’s mother would have to leave town again
soon so that Donny could go back to the farm. Donny’s libido
stayed in constant arousal, not only from the memory of the
times he and Sue had enjoyed, but from the prospect of their
getting back together and loving each other the way they had
before.

From the questions she had asked, Donny knew that his mother
suspected what had gone on between him and Sue. Although she
didn’t press the point, she made clear she knew that Donny
and Sue had become more than simply good friends. She didn’t
show much reaction one way or another, so Donny wasn’t sure
how she felt about him and Sue.

Donny knew how he felt about his mom, though. Sue had
revealed that when his mother and her brother had been teen-
agers they had engaged in an incestuous affair. They had, in
fact, been lovers for two years. Based on that knowledge,
Donny now saw his mother in a different light. Where before
he hadn’t paid much attention to his mother’s appearance, he
now saw her as an attractive woman, or more specifically, as
a sexually attractive woman. He had tasted the joys of older
women and he now fantasized about being able to enjoy a
relationship with his mother like he had with his Aunt Sue.
In his fantasies, he saw himself as continuing his relation-
ship with Sue, and getting into his mother’s panties at the
same time. He wasn’t sure how he could accomplish such a
feat, but he stayed ever alert to any signals that might show
him how to proceed.

The Story Continues

Ever since he had returned from the farm, Donny had watched
his mother for signs of sexuality. Until that point, Donny
hadn’t even thought about her having a sex life. She was
simply his mother, a person who was always there. As far as
he had been concerned, she might as well have been asexual.
Of course, he knew that she and his father must have engaged
in sex to conceive him, but beyond that he hadn’t thought
about it. That his mother might have a sex life, that she
might, in fact, be having a sexual relationship with some man
even that point, was now very much of interest to him.

Heretofore, Donny hadn’t paid much attention to how his
mother looked. Now, though, he did. He realized that she
was very pretty and that she had a voluptuous figure. He
started paying attention to how she dressed, whether her
clothes showed her figure, whether her skirt was short
enough for him to catch a glimpse of her thigh, whether her
blouse was low-cut enough for him to see down and get a view
of those well-shaped breasts that filled her tops so well.
Donny thought that her body was made for loving, and he
longed to be the one who provided it. If she would make love
to her brother, maybe she would extend the same favors to her
son.

Now that Donny had developed more interest in his mother, he
found that she was more caring for him. She seemed to be
more solicitous of his needs and to ask his opinions more
often than she had. It seemed that she was seeing him in a
different light that she had before. Maybe she realized that
he was getting older, that he wasn’t a kid any longer, that
he was becoming a mature young man rather than just a boy.
Maybe it was the realization that now that he was no longer a
virgin, he and she had much more in common. Whatever it was,
Donny liked it.

With school out, Donny had the house all to himself during
the day. His mom fixed lunch for him before she went to work
and got home in time to fix them dinner. In between, Donny
watched TV, went to movies, and read a lot. Another thing he
did was to explore the house for evidence that his mother
might be engaging in sexual activities. Now that he saw his
mother as a sexually attractive woman, he wanted to see if
she had anything in the house that might show she was
currently sexually active.

The first thing he did, of course, was go through her
lingerie drawers. There he found all sort of wispy under-
things–high cut panties, teddies, and even a small, frilly
G-string. He didn’t recognize the G-string for what it was
at first, but then he remembered seeing one on a mannikin in
the window of Fredericks of Hollywood. In his mind’s eye, he
could picture his mother dressed in that G-string, standing
before him, revealing her feminine charms. Seeing that small
patch of fabric and knowing that it had been next to her
secret sexual places, aroused him immensely. As he handled
the G-string, his cock grew and filled his pants, swelling
out their entire front. The G-string was so sexually provoc-
ative he couldn’t resist dropping his pants and wrapping his
cock in its soft fabric. It felt so good that he stroked it
up and down his rigid staff, pulling the foreskin back and
forth. Waves of pleasure flowed over him, and he increased
the tempo of the stroking. As he did, the picture of his
mom, nude except for that G-string, etched into his mind.
The fabric was so thin that her dark pubic hair showed
through and her feminine cleft was clearly visible. The twin
peaks of her breasts stood proudly, each one tipped with a
crinkly ring of brownish flesh centered with a firm, erect
nipple. That mental image coupled with the pleasurable
feelings of silken fabric stroking up and down his swollen
penis soon had him spurting huge jets of white, thick sperm.
They flowed into the silken fabric and completely soaked it.
After the pleasure had faded, Donny wadded the G-string and
put it back into the drawer, hiding it under the other
panties.

Encouraged by the discovery of sexy undergarments, Donny
continued his search for evidence that his mother might have
a secret sexual life. It didn’t take much more searching to
strike gold. Hidden away in a box at the very back of one of
her dresser drawers, Donny found a vibrator. Not a vibrator
like one might use to massage sore back muscles, but a
special kind–one shaped just like a penis. Donny pushed the
button on its base and it hummed and vibrated in his hand.
He wrapped his hand around it and imagined that the vibrator
was buried in his mom’s vagina. He could see her sprawled in
her bed, legs up in the air and wide-spread, thrusting that
vibrator in and out of the wetness between her thighs.
Despite his having just come into the G-string, Donny grew
aroused at the image and his cock once again grew rigid. He
rubbed the vibrator up and down the length of his shaft,
maintaining long contact with the sensitive area just under
its head. His cock jerked in response to the pleasurable
vibrations and soon his masculine fountain was erupting its
ecstatic flow, shooting out on the floor and spattering the
carpet. Donny put the vibrator away and cleaned up his mess.
He didn’t know how his mom might react to finding splotches
of what was obviously come on the carpet of her bedroom.
Besides, it was almost time for her to get home and he wanted
to be sure all evidence of his explorations were removed.

That evening, after he and his mom had dinner, she complained
of her feet hurting. She relaxed in a chair and lifted a
hose-covered foot and massaged it. With the leg lifted like
that, Donny could see half way up her thigh. Even though the
leg was covered in panty hose, Donny could tell that it was a
very shapely thigh, smooth and firm. Wanting to get closer
so that he could see more, maybe even see all the way up to
the spot he had already pictured in his mind, Donny asked if
she would like for him to massage her feet. She smiled and
responded, “Oh, Baby, would you? It would feel so much nicer
for someone else to do it. Wait just a second, though. Let
me get rid of these panty hose so that they won’t be in the
way.”

Donny’s mother left the room for a few minutes and then came
back in and sat in the recliner. Donny could see her feet
were bare and that she had removed her hose. She leaned back
in the recliner and laid it all the way back so that she was
almost flat on her back. As she did so, she moved her feet
in little circles, inviting Donny to start his massage. As
she lay her head back and closed her eyes, she said, “Oh
thank you, sweetheart. It’s so nice of you to do this for
me.”

Donny sat down at the foot of the recliner and took one of
her feet into his hands. As he kneaded and massaged it, his
mom sighed and relaxed even more. Donny realized from the
way his mother had relaxed, with her legs apart and slightly
elevated by the recliner, that if he lowered his head a
little he could see up her dress. It was already pulled up
to above her knees, and if Donny lifted her feet while
rubbing them, he might be able to get the skirt even higher.
Then all he would have to do is take a peek.

Donny’s mother must have been really relaxed, because she
lifted the leg he wasn’t working on and bent it at the knee.
As she did, her skirt fell away and revealed even more of her
legs. With her in that position, Donny was presented with an
unobstructed view of almost all her legs, including the
creamy white skin of her inner thighs. Seeing her legs in
almost their entirety, Donny was pleased that they were just
as he had imagined they would be–shapely, firm, and above
all else, sexy. His cock slowly swelled and stiffened in
reaction to the sight. Touching her warm skin like he was
made it even better for him. As he rubbed her feet, he
imagined that it was her soft, inner-thigh skin that his
hands and fingers were massaging.

Although he was seeing some of the parts of his mother than
he had been dreaming of seeing, he realized that there might
be more available for viewing. If he ducked his head just an
inch, he could see up the few remaining inches of skirt that
still covered her upper thighs. If he were lucky, he might
be able to see some of those panties he had explored in her
lingerie drawer. “Oh, God,” Donny thought, “she might even
have on a G-string!”

Seeing that his mother still had her eyes closed, Donny
lowered his head so that he could see her panties, see where
they covered her pussy. When he did so, all he saw was
darkness. When he looked closer, though, he realized that
what he saw wasn’t darkness, it was hair. There weren’t any
panties to see–only pussy. Donny almost gasped, and then
thought, “She didn’t put anything on when she took off her
pantie hose. There’s nothing covering her pussy, and I’m
getting to look at it.”

And look he did, being careful to keep up the pace of rubbing
so his mother wouldn’t open her eyes to find out what was
different. Donny could see that her sex had a covering of
fine, dark hair. Where Sue’s pubic hair had been stiff and
kinky, his mother’s lay flat against her skin, molding to the
contours of her pubis, giving it a greyish-flesh color.
The contours that he saw included the furrow that divided her
legs with its cleft of Venus. The crease was slightly pouted
open and showed a hint of moist flesh just a little deeper.
Donny pulled her leg a little to the side and the channel
gaped open even more, the labial lips clearly showing as they
spread apart. Her womanly furrow was now even more evident,
and Donny could see down into its depths, down deep between
her legs to where the entrance of her most secret part was.

At this time, Donny’s mother lowered the leg she had lifted
and moved her foot toward him. She said, “You did that so
nice. Now do this one, please.” As she said this, she
lifted the leg Donny had just worked on even higher than the
one before. This caused even the little bit of skirt that
had been on her thigh to fall away, all the way down to her
waist. She way she was now reclining, Donny was exposed to a
complete view of all the area between her legs. He gazed in
rapture at her pussy and ass. As far as he was concerned,
they were the most perfect he had ever seen, better even than
Sue’s.

Donny would have stayed there and rubbed her feet until his
arms fell off for the opportunity to keep looking at what his
mother was displaying to him. Finally, though, she stirred
and opened her eyes. “Oh, Darling, thank you. You have no
idea how much better that made me feel.” She rocked forward
on the recliner causing it to come forward. As she did, her
skirt fell down a little ways and covered the top quarter of
her thighs. She looked down at herself and said, “Oops,
excuse me. I didn’t realize so much of me showed. I’m
sorry, Baby, I probably embarrassed you.”

Donny wasn’t embarrassed. He was just maddeningly horny.
The front of his trousers were bulged out and even had a
small damp spot where pre-come had leaked out of his rigid,
throbbing cock. He tried to stoop over as he stood up so
that his mother wouldn’t see his condition, but he knew it
was to no avail. He could see her glance at the evidence of
arousal, but she didn’t stare, and most important of all, she
didn’t comment about it. Donny immediately went to the
bathroom and jerked himself off, his mind full of the wet,
gaping pussy he had just seen. While he was doing this he
heard a soft humming sound. He couldn’t tell for sure, but
he thought it sounded a lot like the vibrator he had found in
his mother’s drawer.

The next day, elated by what he had already discovered, Donny
continued the exploration of his mother’s belongings. Having
already searched her dresser, he now concentrated his
attention on her closet. It held some suitcases and several
cardboard boxes were stacked on its shelves–maybe they
contained some more items his mother might use in a secret
sex life.

He checked the suitcases first and found them all to be
empty. Pulling up a chair, he took down the boxes from the
shelf and spread them on the bed. The first box held only
old costume jewelry. “Mom always has been a pack rat,” Donny
thought. The next box, though, was a little more
interesting. It was full of old, loose photographs. There
were pictures of Grandpa and Grandma before she died, some of
Mom and Dad before they got divorced, and some of her
brothers and sisters–Ned, Will, and Sue. Donny hadn’t seen
Uncle Ned or Uncle Will in years. They had moved out to the
West Coast and never came back to the home place. Sue was
the only one, other than Mom, who had remained in the area.

The next picture was very interesting to Donny. It was a
picture of the whole family–Mom, Uncle Ned, Uncle Will, Aunt
Sue, and Grandpa and Grandma. It had been taken down at the
swimming hole on Grandpa’s farm, and it must have been taken
during the time the kids skinny-dipped because all the kids
were naked as jaybirds. It must have been taken a long time
ago, because Uncle Ned, the oldest of the kids, didn’t look
to be over twelve years of age. Mom was just a year younger,
but she was showing more signs of physical maturity than any
of the others. Her breasts were beginning to bud out and
there was evidence of a slight dusting of pubic hair across
her Mount of Venus. Donny thought, “God, but she was pretty.
Even back then when she was just a kid, Mom was sexy looking.
No wonder Uncle Ned got the hots for her. What I wouldn’t
give to have been in his shoes.” Seeing that picture and
thinking those thoughts brought Donny’s cock to full
erection.

Even though the box of pictures had been especially inter-
esting to Donny, the last box proved to be a treasure trove.
Inside, Donny found a collection of small magazines. If his
cock had not already been hard, the titles of the magazines
would have immediately brought it to full attention. Printed
on the covers of the magazines were such provocative titles
as “Taboo Relations,” “Letters from Loving Family Members,”
“Family Lovers,” and “Siblings in Love.” There must have
been two dozen of the magazines, all dog-eared from having
been read over and over again.

Donny thumbed through the magazines and found story after story about
family loving and letters describing sexual relations between close
relatives–page after page detailing incestuous love affairs. One of the
magazines opened up to a story of a young brother and sister who
discovered the thrill of sexual relations with each other, who received
from each other the gift of virginity lovingly surrendered. The pages of
this story were well-worn and Donny could tell it had been read many
times. He pictured his mother reading the story and reliving the time
that she and her brother had been teenage lovers.

Another story was about an aunt and her nephew. The story was so similar
to the experiences he and Sue had had that it sent cold shivers up his
spine. The story that really got Donny’s attention, though, was titled,
“Teaching Sonny About Love.” The first page of the story was turned down
and the magazine had been handled so much that it was almost falling
apart. Donny knew from its appearance that his mother must have read the
story often. As he read the story, his face became flushed and he started
breathing faster. In the story, a lonely divorced mother turned to her
teenage son in desperation for love. She taught him how to perform all
the various acts of love and turned him into an accomplished lover. How
they performed them together was described in thrilling paragraph after
paragraph.

Donny had long since loosened his belt and dropped his trousers so that
his rigid throbbing cock could be free of its confinement. It jerked and
throbbed as he turned the pages and pre-come dribbled out of its eye and
ran down its hot shaft. As Donny read about how the son plunged his cock
into his mother’s quivering flesh, his cock spurted a gusher of hot
cream. Knowing he was so hot from reading the story, Donny had been
afraid to touch his cock for fear of an immediate orgasm. Despite that,
without so much as a single touch or stroke, the excitement of reading
about the mother- son love affair spontaneously brought about one of the
most intense orgasms of Donny’s life.

The implication of the magazines, particularly the way some stories had
been read more than others, was very clear to Donny–his mother did,
indeed, have sexual urges and needs. It was just as clear that she
harbored secret sexual desires for him–desires as strong as the ones he
felt for her. How to go about bringing her desires together with his
wasn’t nearly so clear, however. He couldn’t walk up to his mother and
say, “Hey, let’s fuck.” Maybe she expected him to make the first move. If
so, his inexperience left him without a clue as to how to proceed.
Frustrated, he cleaned up the leavings of his orgasm, carefully put the
magazines back in place, and decided to give it more time. He would
continue to watch for signs and hoped he would recognize them when they
came.

That night after supper, Donny decided to try to explore his mother’s
feelings, to perhaps get some insight into what she was thinking and
experiencing. “Mom, how come you never go out with men? You’re still
young and pretty, but I can’t ever recall you’re going on a date.”

Donny’s mother laughed and said, “Thank you for the compliment,
sweetheart. Well, the truth is, I don’t really know the answer to that
question myself. One problem is that most of the men I work with are
married, so they don’t count.” He smiled wryly and continued, “Not that
some of them haven’t asked me out. When a married man asked a single
woman out, he has only one thing in mind, and there’s no future at all in
a relationship like that. As for the single men I meet, well, the reason
they’re not married is usually evident. Most of them are mama’s boys,
wimps, or nerds. I just haven’t met any that I care to date.” She got a
wistful expression on her face and continued, “And I guess a lot of it is
my fault. I just don’t go out of the way to try to attract men. Maybe I
ought to, but it just doesn’t seem like it’s worth the effort. Besides,
there are so many diseases out there that the risk of establishing a close
relationship is pretty great nowdays. There’s just too much risk in
getting involved to that degree with someone you don’t know very well.”
She laughed and added, “I guess I’m just destined to be married to my
job.”

“But don’t you sometimes get lonely?” Donny asked. Of course, what he
really meant was `don’t you get horny?’ and she didn’t fail to catch the
implication.

Her expression got very serious and she said in a soft, almost sad, voice,
“Yes, Donny. Oh, yes, I do get lonely sometimes. Very lonely.”

Her expression brightened quickly, though, and she turned the tables on
him, quizzing him about his romantic interests. “How about you, buster?
You’ve been hanging around the house ever since you got back from the
farm. Not a single date since then. Gone into seclusion or something?”

A little uneasy about her probing, Donny answered, “Well, I just haven’t
been much interested in going out with the girls in my class. They
sometimes seem silly and giggly.”

His mother smiled and said, “Gotten yourself hooked on an older woman,
huh? Maybe one named Sue?”

Now Donny really became uneasy. Mom was treading into an area he didn’t
want to discuss. He had promised Sue he wouldn’t talk about it, and he
sure didn’t want to violate her confidence. Donny planned many trips to
the farm and many more loving sessions with Sue. If he blabbed about
their relationship, it might put an end to any chance for a renewal of
pleasures he and Sue had enjoyed. As he usually did when confronted with
a situation where he might have to lie, he just stayed quiet.

When she saw he wasn’t going to answer, Donny’s mom continued, “Why don’t
you tell me about you and Sue?”

“Oh, Mom, don’t make me talk about it. I made a promise to Sue.”

Donny’s mother laughed and said, “Oh, Donny, Donny. There’s not anything
you have to tell. From the minute I walked in that day, I knew. Sue’s
face was still flushed from excitement, and she had the distinctive odor
about her of a woman who has just been completely sexually satisfied.
There wasn’t any mistaking that she was…how would you men put it?
Freshly fucked? I knew that Grandpa hadn’t done it, so it only left one
other person.”

Donny was a little shocked at his mother’s use of such a crude
expression–he had never heard her use language like that before. He was
even more shocked at the way she had figured out the situation between him
and Sue. He realized that she was a whole lot shrewder than he had given
her credit for.

She wasn’t through yet, though. “To cap it off, when you and I were in
the car coming home and the car got warm, it was obvious what you had been
doing. Donny, dear, the only way you can get rid of the smell of sex is
to take a bath. You certainly hadn’t done that. After a little while,
the inside of the car was smelling like a cat house.”

Donny sat there red-faced, embarrassed that his mother could figure things
out so easily, that he and Sue had been so transparent. He looked down at
the floor and just stayed quiet.

“How did it happen anyway? Who seduced who?”

Donny stammered a little, not sure how to answer the question. His mother
laughed again, not laughing at him but at the humor of his being
embarrassed about the matter. “Let me guess. You and Sue went
skinny-dipping together, and one thing led to another, and you ended up in
the sack together.”

“How did you know? Have you been talking with Sue?”

“No, but you have to remember that Sue and I are sisters. We Edwards
girls are a lot alike, and I know what I would have done if I were in her
place.” She came over and hugged Donny, continuing, “Oh, Donny, I’m not
angry. I’m happy about it. I trust you took precautions, though. I’d
sure hate to think of Sue getting pregnant by her own nephew.”

Donny, nodded his head, and said, “Yeah, we made sure.”

Donny’s mother laughed and said, “Well, I guess I can’t call Sue your
maiden aunt anymore, can I?”

Donny, finally recognizing that his mother wasn’t at all upset about the
matter, lightened up himself, smiling and saying, “That’s for sure. I
took care of that matter three times over.”

Donny’s mother arched her eyebrow and said, “Three times, huh? I guess
you ARE growing up.” She stood up and stretched, displaying her breasts
as the thin fabric of her robe pulled tightly across them. “Well, it’s
getting close to beddy-bye. Time for my bath.” With that, his mother
headed for her bedroom. Donny couldn’t help but notice the way she swayed
her hips when she walked away from him. She had never done that to him
before, and he liked it.

As Donny sat there, half-way watching television, he heard his mother’s
voice calling to him. He went to the door of her bathroom and asked,
“Were you calling me?”

“Yeah, I forgot a towel. Will you get one from the top of the dryer and
bring it into me please?”

“Sure, just a second,” Donny answered. “My God,” Donny thought, “she
wants me to take a towel INTO her. Maybe she’s naked and I’ll get to see
her. She really DID ask me to take the towel INTO the bathroom. Maybe
she wants me to see her naked. Maybe this is the sign I’ve been looking
for.”

Donny got the towel and went back to the bathroom door. He wasn’t sure
how to proceed. Should he knock or just walk right in? Finally resolving
the issue in his mind, he said to himself, “Well, she did tell me to go
into the bathroom, so that’s what I’ll do.”

Donny opened the door and walked right in. His mother was sitting in the
bathtub and looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, dear. Just put it
here on the edge of the tub. I guess I’m getting forgetful in my old age.”

Donny couldn’t tear his eyes away. His mom’s breasts were plainly
visible, standing so firm and upright on her chest. They were rounded and
so smooth looking, like they were made of Jello molds poured full of
cream. Each one was tipped by a little upright nubbin of nipple, like a
little fingertip poking out from the center. As his eyes worked lower, he
could see a hint of black just under the surface of the soapy water right
at the juncture of her thighs. “Oh, God,” Donny thought, “she is a
vision. Her breasts are absolutely perfect and I can almost see her
pussy.” There wasn’t anyway he could avoid reacting to the sight–his
cock grew almost instantly hard and made a obvious bulge in the front of
his trousers.

A slight smile was the only notice his mother gave to Donny’s very visible
discomfiture. She looked up at him and said, “I haven’t had my back
washed since your dad and I got divorced, and I really miss it. While
you’re here, would you mind washing my back for me?”

Donny could hardly believe the good fortune fate was bestowing on him.
“She’s asking me to wash her back, to touch that smooth skin and beautiful
nude body,” he thought. “Oh, God, will I ever!” Donny got down on his
knees next to the tub and said in the most blatant understatement of his
life, “Sure, I’ll be glad to.”

She handed him a sponge and bar of soap and Donny took them in trembling
hands. She said, “Here, use these.” And noticing the way his hands were
shaking, added, “Donny, sweetheart, you don’t have to be nervous. I’m not
going to break.”

Donny soaped up her back with the bar of soap, rubbing the smooth lather
all over the white expanse of her back. He could see that she was thinner
than Sue, that her ribs showed on her back and her spine was plainly
evident. Her skin felt so smooth and soft that Donny could have kept
rubbing forever, so caught up in the pleasure the contact of his hands
with her body was giving him. He worked his hands up to the top of her
shoulders and gently kneaded them, giving her a massage as well as back
wash. She threw her shoulders back against his hands, a shrugging motion,
and said, “Oh, that’s so nice. I didn’t realize how tight my muscles
were.”

Emboldened by what had happened thus far, Donny decided to go even
further, to risk even more. “It would be even better if I rubbed you all
over. Would you like for me to do that?”

There were a few moments of silence and Donny thought he had completely
blown it, that he had gone too far, too fast. Then she turned toward him
and their eyes met and locked. In a little, soft voice she said, “Yes, I
think I would like that.” She put her hand on his and continued, “Why
don’t you rinse me off and then we can use my bed for the massage.”

Donny took the sponge and squeezed water over her shoulders, rinsing off
the soap he had applied. After he had finished with her back and
shoulders, she said, “Do the front, too.”

Dipping the sponge back into the water, Donny squeezed water over her
breasts, rivulets that flowed over and around them. He moved the sponge
down and gently rinsed each of the creamy mounds, rubbing around, over,
and under them. As he did, he could see the nipples lengthen and stand
erect, like two little soldiers standing at attention. He was completely
enraptured. This was the stuff of his imagination, of his most erotic
dreams, and now he was getting to act out those fantasies in real life.

Donny’s mother then put her hands on the sides of the tub and said, “Now
do the rest.” Slowly, she stood up, water dripping from her, to where she
stood facing him. He was still on his knees, and her vagina came to just
the same level as his eyes, wet and sleek and only inches away. For a few
moments, Donny just gazed, the slightly pouted lips of her vagina drawing
his eyes with an irresistible attraction. The dark hair on the surface of
the little mounds on each side of the cleft was long and clung to her wet
skin and curled under into the space between her legs. Some of the wet
hairs had even flowed into the cleft, as if they, too, sought the same
goal Donny was seeking.

Donny suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing and brought the
wet sponge up to the softly rounded flesh of her belly, squeezing water
over its surface. It flowed down into the vaginal furrow and into the
creases at the places where her legs met the furry space between them. He
stroked the sponge across the soft belly and then down to her dark
triangle, pressing softly and rubbing in small circles. As his hand
touched the surface of her vagina, she spread her legs apart, giving him
room to move and wash between them. He moved his whole hand into the area
and felt the softness of her inner thighs press against it. Using his
fingers, Donny pushed the sponge into her feminine crevice, causing it to
gape open. He could see the little nubbin of her clitoris right at the
top of the furrow and moved the sponge up to lave the spot he knew would
bring her pleasure. As he stroked the soft, wet sponge across its
sensitive surface, a soft moan escaped his mother’s lips. Not daring to
risk more, he moved the sponge over her legs and rinsed them. After he
finished with her front, she turned around, presenting her backside, and
said, “Now this side.”

With the sight of his mother’s outthrust buttocks before him, all he
really wanted to do was to reach out and caress them, to knead them gently
with his hands. He could hardly believe how beautifully shaped her
buttocks were–firm, small globes, each little more than a handful. Sue’s
hips had been wide and her ass full and lush, but his mother’s hips were
narrow, almost boyish, and her buttocks complemented them perfectly. He
stroked across their surfaces with the sponge and pushed it into the deep
cleft between them. She leaned over and spread her legs apart again,
giving him access to the area. With her like that, he could see the little
crinkled rosebud of her anus, and he stroked the sponge across it, gently
rinsing it. She straightened up and turned back around, facing him
again. “This is the best bath I’ve had in a long time. Thank you for
washing my back, sweetheart.” Then she smiled and added, “And all the
rest, too.”

She took up the towel and started drying herself. Donny would have been
glad to help with that, too, but she said, “Why don’t you go take a quick
shower while I finish getting ready. By the time you get back, I’ll have
a massage parlor all set up.”

After rushing back to his room, Donny shaved and took one of the quickest
showers of his life. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to dress to go to
a “massage parlor,” so he just slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms. They
weren’t nearly so tight as Jockey shorts and allowed his rigidly standing
cock a little more room for comfort.

Even though Donny had already been aroused by seeing and touching his
mother in her bath, his excitement rose several degrees higher from what
he saw and smelled as he entered her bedroom. All the lights had been
turned off and sitting on the dresser and the nightstand were several
brightly flaming candles. Also on the dresser was an incense burner, with
tendrils of exotically perfumed smoke rising from it. The sheer
sensuality of the room would have been arousing by itself, but what Donny
saw in the center of the pool of candlelight made him catch his breath.
His mother had turned down the bedspread, leaving only a sheet, and she
lay in the middle of it, on her stomach, totally nude, except for a wispy
bra and a G-string.

“How’s this for a massage parlor?” she asked.

“This is wonderful. It’s absolutely beautiful.” Donny walked over and
stood by the bed, gazing down lovingly at his beautiful mother. “And
you’re the most beautiful thing in the room,” he said softly.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Donny sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed his hand softly across
the fabric of the G-string. “A G-string is about the sexiest thing a
woman can wear. I love it.”

She smiled and said, “Somehow or other I knew you would like my G-string.”

“You found it, huh?” Donny asked.

“Yes, and it was still wet when I discovered it. I was so flattered by
the gift you left in it that I wore it that way all day long.”

The thought of her having that come-soaked G-string covering her pussy
aroused Donny to even greater heights, and his cock jerked and throbbed in
response. He was now practically panting from arousal and aching to reach
out and caress that beautiful body that lay exposed to his eyes. Barely
able to get the words out, Donny said, “You ready for that rub-down now?”

“I mean. There’s a bottle of lotion on the dresser, why don’t you use it?”

Donny got the bottle and opened its spout, pouring a generous portion of
lotion into his palm. He sat the bottle on the nightstand and lowered his
hands to her shoulders. The lotion was creamy and smooth and added
immeasurably to the sensuality of his touching her skin. He rubbed the
lotion into her shoulders and across her back and then started massaging,
slowly and deeply kneading her shoulders and neck. He could feel the
tension go out of her muscles as he worked his fingertips into the
tightness across her neck and back. She sighed and murmured, “That feels
so nice. Oh, Baby, you do that so well.”

Donny moved his attention to her back and massaged the area between her
shoulders and waist. Every time he stroked up and down, though, her bra
strap got in the way. “Undo the clasp and take it off. That way it won’t
be in the way,” his mother said softly.

With the bra out of the way, Donny completed massaging the back area and
then moved down lower, to the tight, little buttocks he had fallen in love
with. Taking the lotion bottle, Donny squirted some out on each cheek,
and then into the cleft that divided them. Using both palms, he then
kneaded and massaged those firm globes, squeezing and making love to them
with his hands. As he did so, he extended several fingers into the deep
furrow that went down the middle of her ass. The skin in this area was
almost unbelievably soft and warm. Using just his fingertips, he stroked
the inner portion of her cleft, moving from its beginning at the base of
her spine down into the depths hidden between her thighs. As he did, he
could feel the beginning of her G-string. It barely covered her most
private parts, concealing but revealing at the same time.

Moving his fingertips under the edge of the G-string, Donny found
wetness–wetness far more creamy and smooth than the lotion he had been
using. Exploring further, he found another furrow, one that was wide and
gaping and slick with juices. Donny knew what it was, and his hands
trembled from the knowledge. He knew that last he had his hands on his
mother’s pussy and that his most erotic of dreams were now coming true.
His mother buttocks quivered a little as his fingers delved into those
most secret parts of her body and her hips moved up and down just
slightly. Donny detected a soft sigh escaping from her lips.

Reluctantly leaving that part of his mother’s body, Donny filled his palms
with lotion and rubbed her feet and calves, kneading and massaging just as
he had done her shoulders. He slowly worked his hands up her legs until
they reached her upper thighs. As they did, she spread her legs apart,
giving him more access to their inner portions. As his hands approached
the juncture point of her legs and buttocks, Donny could detect a musky
odor arising from between his mothers thighs. He knew that odor from Sue,
from when she had been so aroused. He knew then how right his mother had
been when she said sex had a distinctive odor. It was an odor that Donny
loved, though. From it, he knew that his mother was sexually aroused. As
aroused, perhaps, as he was.

Once again, Donny fingers found his mother’s G-string. It was now soaking
wet, though. He had not applied lotion to it, so Donny knew that it was
sexual secretions coming from between his mother’s legs that had sopped
it. His fingers stroked across the fabric and detected the furrow that
was just under its surface, the furrow that he wanted to see and explore
to its fullest. He believed that she shared that desire because her hips
were moving in little circles as his fingers stroked the area between her
thighs.

His mother murmured, “Umm, that’s so good, Donny. Now, how about the front?”

“Oh, God, yes, the front!” Donny almost shouted to himself. He had been
waiting to massage her front–her front with its creamy breasts and, down
lower, her now-sopping-wet pussy. His mother turned over slowly, exposing
the almost nude front to him. As she did, her loosened bra fell away,
leaving her breasts entirely bare, standing upright and firm.

Her breasts weren’t the only things bare. As his mother shifted sides,
Donny had moved, too. As he did so, his cock, long confined within the
fabric of his pajamas, worked its way out his fly and extended in front of
him. As she turned, his mother saw his rigid, throbbing cock, and her
hand made a tentative move for it, but then pulled back. Donny was almost
relieved by her action. He was afraid that all she had to do was touch
him and he would erupt in orgasm. Seeing and touching his mother’s body
had brought him to the very limits of his young sensuality, and it would
take very little more to bring him surging upwards to the explosion stage.
Her touch would have ignited his fuse and taken him beyond any control he
might have been able to summon.

Donny dribbled lotion on each of her breasts, aiming the spout so that the
lotion fell on her nipples and flowed down the sides of her breasts.
Setting the bottle aside, Donny took the lotion and spread it in circles,
covering all her breasts and nipples. He rubbed and massaged the little
nubbins of her nipples and they seemed to increase in size. Soon, they
were rigid and hard, extending a quarter of an inch from the circles of
her areolas. Taking a breast in each hand, he kneaded and squeezed them,
using a gentle, slow stroking motion. Donny could tell his mother liked
it because she arched her back off the bed, pushing her breasts into his
hands. As she did, she muttered, “Oh, yes. Ohhh, yessss. That’s the
way. That’s just right.”

As much as Donny liked fondling his mother’s breasts, he even more wanted
to fondle the area down below, to touch and explore her wet pussy. Ever
since he had seen her furrow and the whole of her pussy the night he
rubbed her feet, Donny had longed to put his hands on that flesh, to delve
his fingers into her womanness.

Donny spread lotion on his mother’s smooth belly and rubbed it in circles,
working lower and lower with each stroke. Soon his hands reached and were
frustrated by the G-string that covered her pussy. Donny had loved it
when he first saw it, but now it was in the way, preventing him from
examining and exploring the depths of his mother’s sex. He remembered
that she had told him to remove her bra so he didn’t wait for an
invitation about her G-string. He saw it was held in place by ties on
each of her hips, so he undid the ties and loosened the fabric. As he did
so, his mother murmured, “Yes, Baby, take it off.”

Emboldened by her encouragement, Donny lifted the G-string and laid it
back so that her pussy was completely exposed. As he did so, the odor of
her arousal wafted up and acted as an aphrodisiac, inflaming Donny’s lust
to even higher levels. As her pussy came before his eyes, Donny once again
pictured Uncle Ned pounding his cock into it, those many years ago. Then
he remembered how the picture had changed in his mind so that it was he,
not Uncle Ned, who was on top of his mother, and it was his cock, not
Uncle Ned’s, thrusting in and out of the wet flesh that was now revealed
to his hungry, lusting eyes. Donny’s cock throbbed in reaction. “Oh,
God!” Donny thought, “What I wouldn’t give to bury my cock in here.”

Almost without volition, Donny’s hands reached out and touched the flesh
of his mother’s vagina. He lightly stroked the soft, fine fur that grew
so abundantly just above the pouting lips, touching with just the softest
of touches. Then they came to the cleft that separated those pouting lips,
and he delved a finger into it, seeking to touch the innermost parts of
his mother’s body. Donny could hardly believe how hot and moist the cleft
was. It was slick with her feminine lubrication and the wet, labial lips
clung to his finger as it penetrated deeper and deeper.

Soon his finger came to the swollen node that he knew to be her clitoris.
He ran his fingertip in circles, lightly caressing that little nubbin. He
could hear his mother gasp, a deeply drawn intake of air, as he fondled
the very center of her pleasure zone. Her hips jerked upward in response,
and her gasp turned into a moan. Her hips worked in small circles as she
ground herself against his hand, and her moan became even louder. She had
her head thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed as she experienced
the pleasure of Donny’s hands exploring, caressing, probing, and making
love to the wet flesh of her woman’s sex.

But Donny wanted to delve even deeper, delve into depths of her belly.
His finger probed until it found what it was seeking–the entrance to her
cavern. He worked his finger into it, probing deeper and deeper. He
joined that finger with another, and soon he had two fingers pushing into
and out of her sheath. It was hot and so slick from her juices that he
soon was working his fingers as fast as they could go.

By this time, his mother was moaning and thrusting her hips up against his
hand, matching each of the inward strokes of his fingers with an upward
thrust of her hips. She spread her legs even further apart and lifted
them so they were bent at the knees. “Oh, Donny, Donny,” she moaned.
Then she surprised him by stopping her hips movements. She opened her
eyes and lifted her head saying, “Oh, Donny, stop please.”

Donny’s mother sat up and reached for the top of his pajamas and undid the
drawstring. After it was loose, she said, “Oh, God, Donny, I need you. I
need you so bad.” She pulled him so that he was between her legs and then
reached down and pushed his pajamas down. As she did, his cock sprung
out, rigid and wet from his abundant flow of pre-come. She wrapped her
hand around it and fondled it. “This is what I need. I need this inside
me.” She pulled him toward her, guiding his cock so that it’s head buried
itself in her vagina. “Oh, Donny, make love to me. Please make love to
me.”

With one long stroke, Donny drove his cock into his mother’s hot, wet
channel. He was amazed at how good it felt to have a woman’s hot pussy
grasp his cock without a rubber in the way. He thought that making love
to Aunt Sue was great, but it was nothing compared to what he was now
feeling. The sensations of moisture and heat could be felt to their
fullest, and he revelled in those sensations. As his pubic mound crushed
against hers, he cried out, “Oh, God, Mom! Oh, God, it’s so good, s-o
g-o-o-d.”

Donny’s mother pulled his face down to hers and lightly kissed him on the
lips. Then she whispered, “Donny, forget I’m your mother. Just pretend
I’m another woman and make love to me. Love me hard. It’s been so long
since I’ve been loved.” She emphasized her desires by thrusting her hips
up to Donny and grinding her pubis against his.

Needing no other encouragement, he pulled his cock all the way out and
shoved it in as hard as it could go. The friction of the tight ring
around the entrance of her pussy was so pleasurable that he almost came
immediately. Donny wanted his mother to receive the pleasure she craved,
so using all his will power, he fought off orgasm and continued to thrust
in and out with long, hard strokes. As he did so, he recalled his fantasy
of pounding his cock in and out of her pussy and exulted in the
realization that his fantasy was now reality. She had asked him to forget
that she was his mother, but he didn’t want to. Knowing that it was his
beautiful mother he was making love to only made the experience that much
more pleasurable. Donny had seen her body as made for loving, and he was
now doing his utmost to pay love-homage to that body.

Donny’s mother humped her hips up to his, matching each of his strokes
with her own. Her buttocks were almost completely off the bed, her back
arched upwards, as she pushed her pussy up to be filled by Donny’s
hard-driving cock. With each of her thrusts, she muttered an “Uh!,” half-
moan and half-grunt. Soon that was not enough for her, and she wrapped
her legs around his hips, giving herself even greater leverage to thrust
and hunch against him.

Even though her eyes were still closed, tears welled out of them and
streaked her cheeks. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and panted, the
pleasure sensations mounting higher and higher. “Oh, God, Donny! It’s
been so long. Oh, God, so long,” she softly wailed. The wails turned
into a chant of “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” with thrust and counterthrust accented
by her cry of pleasure.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide and an expression of wonder spread across
her face. Donny could feel her stomach muscles quiver and spasm, the
sensations rippling across his deeply thrusting cock. She spread her legs
even wider, wrapping them up around his waist, and pushed a hard thrust
against him, seeking even deeper penetration. She reached out her arms
and wrapped them around his neck pulling him tightly against her. Their
eyes were locked with the others as they stared deeply into each other’s
souls. She opened her mouth and pulled his mouth hard against it. Their
lips tried to devour each other’s mouth and their tongues swirled against
each other. She was moaning constantly and gasping and panting around her
swirling tongue into his mouth.

She pulled her mouth away and screamed, “Oh, God, Donny! Donny! Donny!”
As she did, her whole pelvis shuddered, spasm-wracked, and pushed up
against his. She was locked into place, her pussy hard against his pubis,
legs wrapped around his waist and locked, and arms holding him hard
against her breasts.

Donny knew that his mother was at last having an orgasm. Not just a
little orgasm, but one that wracked her whole body, that caused her to
shudder, jerk, and spasm. It was too much for him and his cock jerked and
expanded, swelling even more than it had been. He could feel the flow of
his sperm as it erupted from his cock, spurting shot after shot of hot
juices into the liquid, warm flesh that surrounded it. He felt that he
would fill her cavity with the abundance of his flow. He had never come
that much before, not even when he lost his virginity to his Aunt Sue.

She pulled his mouth back against her own and they kissed softly and
gently now, less frantic and hungry than before. Each of their tongues
made soft love to the others, pleasuring each other through their mouths
just as they were doing below. Even though his come had quit flowing,
Donny’s cock still jerked in little spasms, the pressure of his mother’s
pussy clasping it and the after effects of orgasm still bringing pleasure.

Without breaking their connection, Donny’s mother gently turned them over
until they were laying on their sides. She put one leg over his hip and
pressed her groin up to his, assuring that his cock remained firmly in
place. She kissed him gently on the lips and said, “Thank you,
sweetheart. That’s the first time I’ve had a man since your father and I
got divorced. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Would you believe
that I had almost forgotten how good sex is. That was so good, in fact,
that I don’t know whether I’ll be able to do without it now.”

Donny whispered, “It’s me that should be thanking you. I thought that
making love to Sue was good, but it doesn’t begin to compare with being
here with you. I had dreamed of making love to you, but the real thing
was far better than the dream.”

She smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips again. “Oh, Donny, you are
a real sweetheart.” She pecked him again and continued, “And you’re a
good lover, too.” She pushed herself up firmly against his groin and
said, “Oh, you’re still so nice and hard. Would you mind if we did it
again? I know it makes me sound like a whore, but I’m still horny, and
since you’re already in place, can we take advantage of it?” She pulled
her hips back from his, unsheathing his cock until only the head remained
in place, and then thrust forward, burying him again to the hilt. “Umnnn,
yes. Still so good.”

Being so close to his mother’s nude body, feeling the warmth of her flesh
and inhaling the musky odor of their coupling had kept Donny aroused
despite having such an intense orgasm. He had already thought about their
doing it again, but wasn’t sure how to initiate the action. Her taking
the lead solved that problem. He answered her question by placing his
hands on her buttocks and pulling her pussy down hard on his cock. He
pulled it out and then repeated the motion. Even though with her pussy
full of his sperm there wasn’t as much friction as before, the pleasure of
the stroking was still almost more than he could bear. Donny repeated her
words back to her, “Yes, it is still good. Loving you is so good.”

Donny’s mother smiled at him and said, “Wanna do it doggy fashion?”

Donny smiled back and said, “Yeah!”

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
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She disengaged herself from him and got up on her hands and
knees, turning her ass toward him. She spread her legs a
little apart and reached up and stroked her slick, gaping
furrow. “This is one of my favorite ways to do it. It
allows deep penetration, and I like that. Put it right here
in this spot, lover.”

Donny had admired his mother’s ass when he rinsed her off in
the bath and when he had given her a massage, but seeing it
turned toward him, with legs spread apart and pussy lips
gaping and gleaming moistly, he was filled with a feeling of
concupiscence such he had never before experienced. He had
thought his mother beautiful, but right now she was beautiful
beyond compare.

He got on his knees behind his mother and pressed his cock
against her wet slit. She guided it into the right place and
pushed back against him, signaling that he could commence.
With each passing second, Donny was growing more and more
aroused, overcoming the effects of his recent orgasm. “Oh,
God,” he thought, “what a sweet ass.” As he drove his cock
home, driving it in until it completely embedded in his
mother’s hot hole, he thought, “As long as I live I’ll
probably never have another piece of pussy as good as this is
right now.” He pistoned his hard shaft in and out of her
slick cavern and said, “Oh, God, Mom. This is so good. I
don’t know how it could ever be better than this.”

She turned her head toward him and said, “That’s just what
you think now. Believe me, it just gets better and better.”

Donny quit talking and concentrated on fucking his mother in
a way that would completely satisfy her. He could hardly
believe how hot she was, asking him to fuck her again just
minutes after the first time. He wanted to fuck her until
she had enough, until she could only smile in satisfaction.
He wasn’t sure what it would take, but he was going to try to
be the best lover she had ever had. He wanted her to end up
with that “freshly fucked” look she said Aunt Sue had.

He could see why his mother liked the doggy position so much.
He was able to penetrate deeper into her than he had from the
front and the pressure from the walls of her pussy bore down
on his cock in such a way that it produced waves of pleasure
with each stroke. A lot of the pleasure was visual. He
enjoyed seeing his cock, wet and slick from their combined
juices, pushing in and out of her grasping, sucking pussy.

Donny could see that she was rubbing her clitoris as he
stroked, so he reached around and put his hand in place of
hers, lightly stroking her clitoris, moving his finger up and
down with each of his in-and-out motions. He placed the
other hand on one her breast and kneaded it and rolled the
nipple between his fingers. She was practically throwing her
ass back at each of his thrusts, her movements becoming
faster and faster, spurring him on to even greater action.
She muttered, “Yeah, lover. Oh, yes, Baby. That’s just
right. You’re doing just right.”

Once again, Donny felt the stirrings deep within his mother’s
belly, the beginning shudders and spasms of orgasm. He
speeded up his thrusts, pushing hard to drive her over the
edge and into another orgasm as intense as her first.
Suddenly she shouted, “Oh, God, Baby, I’m coming! Oh, I’m
coming again. Don’t stop. Keep giving it to me. Oh, Baby,
fuck me. Keep fucking me hard.”

Donny started thrusting so hard that he drove her forward
with each of the strokes. Deeply in and then all the way
out, thrust in, pull out, time after time. Her whole pelvis
was shaking and she was wailing in ecstasy, “Oh, Donny. Yes,
yes, yes! Oh, God, it’s so good. Coming, coming,
cominngggg.”

Donny was coming, too, his jerking cock spewing out a fresh
supply of hot sperm, coating and filling her pussy to over-
flowing. He could see it form a frothy ring where his cock
was going in and out of her flesh, and little streams of come
were beginning to dribble down the insides of her thighs.
She fell face forward on the bed, pulling Donny with her.
His cock was lodged between and held tight in the now
squeezed cleft of her ass. She was completely relaxed and
made little, soft “oh” sounds of relaxation and satiation.

Donny, too, was completely spent, exhausted from loving his
mother so hard and long. His cock slowly softened and then
lay there between her ass cheeks, held tight in their wet,
slick grip. Finally, his cock shrunk up completely and fell
out of it lodging place to lay flat against her ass. She
stirred a little, so he moved to lay beside her, nestling
against her naked body.

She turned on her side and whispered, “Do I have that freshly
fucked look? I ought to. I feel freshly fucked. Oh, boy,
do I ever feel freshly fucked.” She kissed him lightly on
the lips and said, “Thank you, sweetheart. That was so good.
Stay here with me. Sleep with me tonight. I need to be
cuddled, to have someone with me.”

Donny loved the thought of sharing a bed with his mother all
night. Even though he was drowsy, sleeping with his mother
had an exotic appeal that brought new stirrings to his groin.
His mother, though, blew out the remaining candle that was
burning and pulled the covers up over them. She cuddled
herself against him and said, “Good loving makes for good
sleeping. Good night, sweetheart.” Despite the stirrings he
had felt, Donny fell asleep almost instantly.

* * * *

Donny didn’t know what time it was when he awakened. The
room was pitch dark, so it must have been in the middle of
the night. What woke him was a feeling of intense pleasure.
His cock was rock hard and it was engulfed by something warm
and wet. He could feel a slithery, stroking up and down his
shaft and each stroke brought a wave of pleasure. Donny
finally realized what was happening–his mother was sucking
on his cock. “My God!” Donny thought, “my mother is giving
me a blow job. All my life I’ve wanted a girl to suck on my
cock and now it’s finally happening. And from my mother, no
less.” His mother didn’t say anything. The only sound was
the slurping noises her mouth and tongue made as they sucked
and stroked his now-throbbing cock.

To Donny’s disappointment, her mouth left his cock and he
could feel her shifting on the bed. He could feel one of her
legs move across her body and then he could sense that she
was straddling him, her body right above his pulsating cock.
Her hand took hold of his cock and held it up straight. Then
once again he could feel it being engulfed with wetness and
heat. He realized that she was sitting on him, her pussy
completely surrounding his cock. He couldn’t help but thrust
up against the source of pleasure, humping his hips up
against her pussy. “You awake, Donny?” she whispered.

Donny whispered back, “Am I ever! Whatever you’re doing,
keep it up. Umm, that’s so nice.”

“Just lay back and enjoy, darling. Let me do all the work.”

Donny’s mother rose up and down with slow, languid motions,
each one engulfing his cock in the hot grasp of her flesh.
He had heard of this position before, but now saw why it was
so good. His mother was in the dominant position, giving
pleasure, working his cock in and out of her body. He was
obedient to her command and let her do the work, let her give
the pleasure.

And pleasure it was. Even though he had had two ball-
emptying orgasms earlier, he felt himself rising up the
ladder of passion, pleasure building up to ecstasy, ecstasy
to rapture. He couldn’t help but moan, the feeling was so
intensely pleasurable. His mother must have reacted to his
aural signals because she increased the speed of her strokes,
moving up and down with rapid movements of her thighs and
legs. She was obviously enjoying it, too, because she
started to mutter, “Oh, yes, fuck. Oh, yes, fuck. Oh, yes.
Yes, fuck. Fuck it hard.”

His mother uttering obscenities of that type increased the
sensation of lewdness that making love in that position
engendered. Soon he could feel his seed again stirring in
his groin, pushing to burst out again in a volcano of white
fluid. Suddenly his mother pushed down hard and ground her
pubis against his, crying, “Oh, coming. Coming again.
Coming again, yes. Ohhhhhhh……..”

Her orgasm triggered his and his cock erupted in a flow of
thick, creamy come. He could feel it flow inside of her hot
insides and then drip down and cover his groin and balls.
Soon he was soaking from the flow their loving was producing.
He was soon coated with the hot, wet, and sticky juices, and
they felt voluptuous as they covered their groins. His
mother collapsed against him, falling down with her breasts
against his chest. She whispered, “I’m sorry about waking
you up, but I waked up with an urge that I just couldn’t
control. I hope you don’t mind.”

“You can wake me up any time you want to if you do that way,”
Donny whispered.

Donny’s mother giggled and rolled off him, back to his side
on the bed. “Now maybe I can sleep the rest of the night,”
she murmured, falling asleep almost instantly.

* * * *

The next morning when Donny awoke, his mother was already up.
He went into the kitchen and found her making coffee, dressed
in a thin robe. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist, hugging her tightly. “You look beautiful
in the morning, Mom.” His cock stirred and moved against her
buttock as it rose.

She turned around and kissed his lightly on the lips.
Grinning, she said, “There’s nothing beats a fifteen-year-old
boy. Always horny.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”

“And none now, either,” she said. “You’re the answer to a
lonely mother’s dreams.” Laughing, she added, “And a maiden
aunt’s dream, too.”

Donny said, “What you did to me last night, when you waked me
up. I sure did like that.”

“You mean you and Sue didn’t get into oral sex?”

“No, we just did it straight. Nothing kinky.”

She laughed and said, “Kinky? If you think that’s kinky, you
have a lot to learn. And I know just who’s going to be your
teacher.”

Donny’s mom called in sick that day and she and Donny stayed
home together. And together, they explored the world of
sixty-nine and backdoor dirt. By the end of the day, Donny
was well versed in the “kinky” arts.

Donny and his mother slept together every night. Sometimes
they used his bed and sometimes her. Where ever they slept,
sleep was always preceded by love-making. Day or night,
Donny’s mother always had that freshly-fucked look about her.

Eventually, though, Donny’s mother had to leave town again.
As she drove him out to stay to Sue and Grandpa, she reached
down and patted his cock. “You have fun with Sue while I’m
gone. Go ahead and teach her the things we’ve learned,
she’ll enjoy them, too.” She laughed and continued, “As I
told you, we Edwards girls are a lot alike.”

“She can’t be as good as you, Mom. It’ll be like getting
second-best.”

“Well, you may be interested to know she’s on the pill now,
so you at least won’t have to use rubbers like you did
before.”

“Maybe so, but I’ll still miss you.”

“And I’m going to miss you, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what,
though, when I get back, maybe all three of us can go down to
the creek and go skinny-dipping. What do you think of that?”

Donny liked the idea so much, he made his mother stop and
park in a secluded spot to say good-bye in a special way.
Afterwards, on the way to Sue’s, the car once again smelled
like a cat house.

Article written by EroFiction.com

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