It was around Thanksgiving, 3 months after my 11th
birthday. I was about 5'2", weighed about 105 pounds -
about 1/2" shorter and 10 pounds lighter as my mother,
so we were nearly identical in size, with me just a
little shorter and lighter. Mom had been divorced from
my father since I was 2, and separated when I was just
an infant. We lived with my maternal grandparents, and
I had slept with Mom my whole life since leaving a
crib.
I'd seen Mom naked and in her bra and panties, but
there had never been anything sexual. I had been having
wet dreams for about 6 months (at first I just noticed
something caked on my pajamas or the sheet); and I had
been masturbating for only about 3 months.
On this evening, we got a sudden change in weather, and
the temperature dropped in the evening, and a cold
freezing rainstorm developed just after we'd all gone
to bed. Mom worked and was tired, so we both went to
bed just after separate showers.
It seemed particularly cold.
Mom said, "Are you as cold as I am, Honey?"
"Sure am," I answered.
She was lying on her right side on her side of the bed.
She reached for my arm, and said, "Snuggle up and we
can get warm faster." There was no sexual intent, at
least not conscious, on her part, and none on mine.
However, this night, as soon as I moved against her
back, I got a full hard-on, unmistakably poking where
the bottom of her firm ass met the top of her slender
thighs.
I pulled beck instinctively, and said, "Sorry, Mom."
However, something kindled in this instant - in her and
in me as well. She reached around and pulled me back to
where I'd been positioned.
"Don't be embarrassed, Honey. My little guy is growing
up. I've seen the stains on your shorts, and Grandma
mentioned she'd seen some on the sheets from your side
of the bed. It's natural for a male to get hard when he
sees some females in magazines, or in person, and
particularly when in this kind of contact with a
female.
"The fact that I'm older and your mother doesn't
prevent this. It also doesn't prevent me from
responding, which I am. We've always been close. It
won't hurt to be closer. But we have to be quiet, and
everything that happens must remain between just us.
Understand?"
"I think so, Mom," I said. With that she reached behind
her and took hold of my cock outside my pajama bottom,
then slipped her hand inside and grasped by now
throbbing 5" cock with her left hand. She released it
for a minute and drew my left hand under her pajama top
and onto her left breast.
"Charlie, you know I've always felt certain words
shouldn't be used, and they normally shouldn't in
everyday conversation. However, these are O.K. when
used between a man and woman when making love.
Understand?"
"Yes, Mom," I answered, my throat suddenly very dry.
"Feel Mommy's bare tits, Honey. Feel the nipples you
sucked so hard as a baby. Mommy's feeling your hard
cock. And Mommy's pussy is hot and sopping wet. Feel
Mommy's wet cunt. Feel how wet it is and feel Mommy's
juice running between her legs. This is the pussy you
came from, Sweetie, and now I want you in it again. In
a minute I want your mouth and tongue there, and in a
little bit I want your cock and sweet, sticky come
flooding my insides."
Mom turned over, shucked her unbuttoned pajama top,
slid quickly from the bottom. I instinctively did the
same and in an instant, we were both naked and facing
each other. We were a family which had always kissed
whenever warranted, and Mom and I had always kissed
warmly - so putting our mouths together in a deep
French kiss came easily.
"Oh, Baby, get your mouth wet for Mommy. I want to feel
or spit mingle," Mom gasped.
I was happy to comply. She then said we should taste
each other, and said she wanted to move to what was
called the "69" position. She got on top and put her
head between my legs, and took my cock into her mouth.
She wiggled her crotch into my face, and ground her wet
pussy into my mouth. I was in a state of euphoria
savoring every aspect of my mother's pussy. I enjoyed
its taste, its smell, and the feel of my tongue licking
her slit and her clit. I rubbed the cheeks of her tight
ass, and instinctively into her pink, tight asshole.
She moaned and said, "Oh, Charlie, your tongue feels
great on my pussy, my clit, and now up my ass. Let
Mommy lick her boy's asshole, too, while she's sucking
on his sweet dick and his balls."
Mom was a petite woman, with 33B breasts and a pretty,
small, well-proportioned face, but her tongue made
slurping noises like a cow in heat licking a bull.
"Now it's time for Mommy and her boy to fuck," she
said, and she turned around and in one continuing
motion lowered herself onto my cock.
We fucked until she gasped in orgasm, just as a I shot
a major flood of cum into her belly. She kept most of
it from running onto the sheet with her pajama top,
then held it to her face, licking some of the white
globules into her mouth,
We kissed for several minutes, and remained naked in
each other's arms. We fucked two more times that night
and early the next morning. We always remained
sufficiently quiet that my grandparents never knew.
We fucked virtually everyday. When Mom had her period,
we still cuddled, and she either gave me a blowjob or
jacked me off. Sometimes even during her period, I
would massage her clit for her to orgasm.
Mom remarried about a year later. We still fucked
regularly and discreetly. I happily married when I was
22, but Mom and I still enjoyed an occasional fuck, and
the kissing and love talk involved.
My children are now grown. Mom was widowed and passed
away a few years ago. The last time we fucked was just
a few months before her death. She was 75 years old.
She said she still enjoyed her "boy's" cock after all
these many years.