Part II
At first, in the ensuing weeks after our first physical exchanges I noticed a rather significant change in the physical attraction between my Mother and I. Basically, she began to look extremely hot and s***. And I seemed to mature physically because of the huge amounts of testosterone in my system.
This was not a daily occurrence in mid February, but by early March things improved if that was possible.
My mother was becoming the object of my s***** desire. She had figured out how to tan herself and she died her hair dark black. The tan was stunning on her and it aroused me like nobody’s business.
Our s***** exchanges were adjusting her figure from a bit chubby to a solid body that made her look younger and certainly sexier.
On a Monday in March, I was at school when the phone rang in my 3rd period English teachers room. The front office needed me to come there. As i walked to the office I can remember wondering how I could have gotten in trouble.
When I arrived, I saw my Mother and it was explained to me that I needed to go home and help out.
We got into my Mother’s car and she seemed measured in her decision to tell me that she needed me to make her feel good. I understood and was starting to get aroused as we drove home. I scooted over in the front seat and she began to rub my crotch.
When we got home, we looked into each others eyes and she said,”Today we are taking this to another level. If you have any problems, we can stop whenever you like.” I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was in with whatever with both feet.
We went into the house and right back to her bedroom. She pulled her dress off over her head and I was taking off my shoes when she said “Hold still now!”
She unbuckled my belt , unzipped my pants and pulled my pants down to the floor. She then caressed my d*** which was in the process of getting hard and she began to place it into her mouth.
She kissed my dickhead and began to roll her tongue over the top of the shaft. She then began to s*** me off and I was getting my first b*******.
While she sucked a bit at first, within minutes she was engorging my entire shaft in a pleasant and solid sucking sensation.
I was a novice to be sure. I had never even thought of such an activity. But, wow, I was loving it. I had never experienced such a sensation and I was stunned at how hard my d*** was getting and that it actually grew.
I was standing there in the most physically intense gratification I had ever experienced.
This went on for several minutes. She gently pushed me down on my back on the bed. She pulled the rest of my pants off and she continued with this b*******.
I was amazed at how hard I had gotten and the actual growth of my d***.
After quite a few minutes, as she was sucking , my d*** began to throb and I was in ecstasy as I came inside her mouth.
She swallowed and came on top of me and whispered in my ear,” F*** me Tom. Take me now. You are empty and Mommy wants to enjoy the ride!”
My d*** was near numb and yet I sensed somethings as she placed it her her v*****. The warmth overwhelmed me and we began to make love.
At first she was erect on my d***. After a while, I reached up and caressed her to just come down on top of me. We fucked for what seemed like quite a while but unlike my previous sessions, I was not ejaculating nearly as often or at all.
I was euphoric and enjoying the constant in and out.
She was enjoying it to. She told me that,” I sucked you off so that I can enjoy this . There’s mothing like a young stud who is going to take time before they go off inside me.”
Those words turned me on even more, or if that was possible. I rolled her over and got on top. She was coming on a rather regular basis. But I was insatiable.
This b******* had made me virtually impervious to coming or ejaculating.
But in time I sensed the inevitable and although I had pumped on for a very long time, I sensed that I was about to come. She said,” Baby not inside me , not now!” I pulled out and held my d*** with my hand ejaculating with an ungodly amount of j*** that would explode onto her chest and her mouth as she tried to recreate the earlier b******* sucking me off to the point of exhaustion.
I was shocked at what time it was. We had been at it for over two hours. I quickly got dressed and ran back to school for Baseball practice. I was stunned as we practiced realising that my d*** was as hard at 3 and 4 pm as it had been when I got my first b*******.
She was right things had changed. The concept of foreplay, the concept of making love with my Mother would never be the same. I fully understood that this was much more than I had ever dreamed of.
But I was her lover now to be sure. She expected things of me and I now begged for things from her
The next several months were absolutely unbelievable,
Physically speaking, my time with my Mother could never be the same.
As I told you, she was nicely tanned, she had increased her makeup and her work on her eyes and face. She dressed erotically at times and she was hot and hardly 45, 46. She looked like she could pass for early 30’s
When I came home that night, I was still hard and I made no jokes or excuses about it.
I walked in and literally took her into my arms. I gave her the hottest French Kiss she had ever received. I whispered to her that I wanted to pick up where we had left off. For her to meet me in the shower as I showered from the days activities.
I left her and could tell that she understood. I went into the shower in her room and began showering.
I was pleasantly surprised at finding that my d*** was still hard as a rock, but it had shrunk a tad bit in length.
My Mother came in , disrobed and entered the shower .I gave her the best most animated kiss I could and I felt her b*** and chest. The kiss lasted for a while. She obviously was in a similar mood. She told me,” That thing’s still hard . I guess you want to make love to Mommy again.”
She knelt down, and began to give me head again. My d*** responded immediately.
We weren’t in there long , just enough for me to openly fondle her crotch and finger f*** my Mother as she sucked my d***.
We went to the bed half wet because the drying just got in the way of what our emotions demanded.
And we fucked and fucked and fucked through most of the night.
I finally left her room and went to my bedroom.
I know she was satisfied and that she enjoyed that day as much as I had.
During the night I was amazed that y d*** finally settled down.
I had feelings of remorse because the young man who came home from practice was a literal raging bull. I had lost the Mother Son feelings. I wanted her and I wanted her badly. She had relented and we had enjoyed a beautiful night. She filled every s***** and emotional moment I had ever dreamed of .
And this had driven me to a point of no return. I wanted my woman, my lover and I had to understand that she was my Mother . I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to control her. She was mine and I intended to keep it that way.
The next few weeks were intense but we came to some conclusions in and of ourselves.
My Mother wanted me to pull out or start wearing rubbers because she wasn’t wanting to get pregnant.
We talked about such a reality. I could tell that she was as into me as I was into her. I told her that I would accommodate her in any way I could. I explained to her that if he ever got pregnant she was in no direction of shame or problems because her last name was Thompson as was mine.
I know it touched her when I assured her that I was mor than willing to marry her if such an occasion happened. I could tell that she was amazed at how much I had fallen in love with her. I know it meant a lot to her that I wanted her and her alone. She had become my first love and my only love.
Needless to say, we enjoyed the security of family and were f****** as often as possible. I had acquired the knowledge of eating my Mother’s p**** out to arouse her. She absolutely loved it when I licked her c*** and stuck my tongue in her v*****. It sent her through the roof when I would part her V***** lips and blow gently into the hole.
My Mother was my lover and we fucked as often and as hard as we could.
My Mother had been an Air Force bride at 18. They divorced when she was 21. She had a son from him and was totally distraught when that little 3 year old boy drowned. I am not sure how or why but I know that my Mother had found my Father when she was 25 and they got married.
She had me and my sister Cindy.
Now she was 46, looked like she was in her mid 30’s , hot, tanned and voluptuous. She had an eye for how to look’ by her dress, her makeup and her mannerisms. My Mother was a turn on.
Towards the summer, after a torrid f******, she wanted to talk. And talk we would.
At first she pissed me off by suggesting that she wanted to go out on dates with older men. We were not wealthy by any means but we were not abject poor either. But she began the discussion as if she was worried for me and looking back, I believe she was.
I was 30 years younger than her and she believed that while we were both enjoying the lifestyles of that spring and summer, the time would come that I would want some one more my age.
I assured her that that was crazy. I was 16, I physically looked like I was 19 early 20. I had caught the eyes of several young ladies at my High School. It would have been easy to find someone my age.
BUT I DIDN”T WANT ANYONE MY AGE!!!!!
I had a hot voluptuous Mother who I was f****** at least twice a day in the summer months. She was everything that any man could want and need. I didn’t want any High School girl who would come three or four times quickly when some boy finger fucked them.
By that summer, I was a solid hard cocked man. I adjusted my love making to my partner daily and hourly. Sometimes I was aggressive, most of the time I took my time and made sure she enjoyed it more than I did (if that was possible). But whatever time it was, I loved making my Mother, my lover, my woman, Happy! And we had enough of a relationship that she knew how much I loved her, wanted her, needed her and thought about her.
The conversation went well into the night. At the end, it was decided that my Mother could and would go out with older men who could provide her the night life she desired. BUT she knew that when she came home, I was in my room waiting to provide her the physical love that she had grown accustomed to. In essence, go out , have fun, but don’t forget that the best s** and love you have ever experienced is home waiting for you. In fact, during the conversation, she admitted as much. I am not sure that I didn’t make several points with the idea that we make out , arouse and pet while we were talking.
The night finally arrived. An older gentleman came and picked up my Mother and they went out to dinner and a movie I believe.
Sure enough, at about 1 am I noticed that a car pulled up, my Mother got out and came into the house.
I waited and sur enough my bedroom door opened and I heard her whisper,” Are you still awake Baby?”
I whispered back Yes Come on and with the door locked, we fucked into the night. I had won. I was enough of a man that my Mother came home to me , to my body, my d***, my love.
U threw her a curve that night. I begged her to give me a Hickie on my neck. And oh how great it felt.
The next morning I had two beautiful blue hickies on my neck. I had ownership. On that next Monday, a couple of girls noticed that I had a nice set of hickies just below the neckline on my shirt.
One of them said,”Who are you f****** that would leave those?” I felt ten feet tall. I didn’t answer other than to lie and say it was a girl at a rival high school.
But inside I was ecstatic.
In the matter of 6 months I had gone from a fatherless 15 year old to the true man of my house. I was f****** my Mother however and whenever I wanted. We had a relationship and she loved me and I loved her.
The only issue had arisen while my Mother was out on her date. Things were going to get complicated
End of Part II