It was the summer between my senior year of high school and freshman year of college. I was working nights as a busboy, smoking weed almost daily, although I\u2019d been caught by my parents and threatened by my father that if I\u2019d do it again, he\u2019d kick me out into the street. That would have been a real disaster because I couldn\u2019t possibly function on my own out in the real world. I had no confidence, was constantly being told by dad that I wasn\u2019t measuring up, and had basically become a loner. I was still a virgin and had only kissed a girl once \u2013 and she was so d***k that she ended up throwing up in the front seat of my dad\u2019s car; of course, I didn\u2019t own my own transportation. I tried to get the word out in high school that I\u2019d \u201cgotten laid\u201d on a trip up north with a girl I\u2019d met by a lake, but it was a blatant lie and probably fooled no one. <\/p>\n

What I did have was a very active fantasy sex life that had morphed into some really out-there behaviors that went beyond simply jerking off. It all began with my father\u2019s stack of Playboys in his bedroom closet; I could hardly wait for when my parents went out for an evening \u2013 or, better yet, away for several days \u2013 so I could look through those pages, heart thumping, hands trembling. I particularly liked the yearly \u201cSex in Cinema\u201d issue that showed photos from that year\u2019s movies \u2013 mainstream and adult \u2013 often with a man and woman in a sexual position. Each year there seemed to be a photo from a movie that had adultery in its plot, and that\u2019s when my fantasies really took off. <\/p>\n

One afternoon, while jacking off after a magazine session, I pictured myself as a confident, seductive middle-aged man making love to my mother, an adultery \u201cscene.\u201d I closed my eyes, saw my mother\u2019s face as if she were underneath me as I pumped away \u2013 and shot one of the biggest loads of my life. I was 14. The guilt I felt after was immense, but the intensity of it was even more powerful. From then on, almost all of my masturbation sessions involved me fantasizing about her. <\/p>\n

When I was 16, my folks took a trip to Hawaii while my b*****r was away at college. I had the house to myself for a week and I had the freedom to sneak those Playboys down from the shelf without worrying if one of my parents would come walking through the door. It was a dream come true. One evening, the intensity of the experience got me thinking about ways to liven up my fantasy. As I put a magazine away on my father\u2019s shelf, I suddenly had the idea to look through my mom\u2019s things. First, I went to her side of the closet and flipped through her dresses. Of course, I also went to her underwear drawer and looked through her panties and bras, and by then I had a throbbing hard-on. <\/p>\n

I went to the living room, desperately horny, and tried to think. And then it dawned on me.
I went to my bedroom and got my pillow. I carried it to my parent\u2019s room and set it on their bed. With my heart threatening to beat out of my chest, I removed one of mom\u2019s dresses from her closet, and then got a pair of her panties and a bra. I fastened the bra on the pillow (it took me a while to figure out the catch), slipped the panties over the bottom of the pillow, and then the dress over the pillow. Looking at it laying there, dressed up in my mom\u2019s things, I almost came. But there was more to do. Next, I took the freestanding full-length mirror they had in one corner of the bedroom and moved it to the foot of the bed. The only thing left to do was to put on some of my dress clothes so I could play the role of a seductive, middle-aged businessman who had my mom home alone. I almost tripped taking off my jeans and T-shirt, I was in such a hurry to put different clothes on. I put on a tan shirt, brown slacks, and black socks. <\/p>\n

I returned to the bedroom, took a deep breath and got down on my parent\u2019s bed next to the fully-dressed pillow. I could see \u201cus\u201d in the mirror. It felt awkward for a moment, and I knew what I doing was wrong and \u201csick,\u201d but the intensity of the fantasy was far too powerful for me to stop. I began making out with pillow, \u201crubbing it up\u201d, then slowly undressed it. I slid to the edge of the bed and removed my clothes, standing there with a full-fledged hard-on with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I returned to the pillow, afraid I was going to come on the spot. I \u201cmade out\u201d some more and then sliding down and getting on my knees, I gripped my cock and slid it under the pillow. \u201cHow\u2019s that baby?\u201d I moaned. I lowered myself and began humping the pillow. Looking back in the mirror, I saw my ass cheeks rising and falling, my toes clenching \u2013 and I couldn\u2019t hold back. I came so hard that my head hurt for a moment. I felt immediate guilt and hurriedly put her clothes away, and the mirror back in its original position. I hurried naked down the hallway to my bedroom as if expecting someone to walk in at any moment. I told myself what a loser I was a few dozen times. In the back of my mind, however, I knew I had to do it again. And again.<\/p>\n

I repeated the fantasy pretty much whenever I had the chance. I got home from school earlier than my parents and would even do it then \u2013 although I was paranoid I would leave a stain on their bedspread, or put her clothes away so sloppily that she would notice. They took vacations every year, and I repeated the routine almost every day they were gone. I talked during my fantasy as if I were the man in charge, even calling out my mother\u2019s name. I secretly bought a tape recorder to record my talking, and listened to the tapes frequently, always focusing on the moment I came and the groans that came with it. I used her bathing suits as part of the fantasy and, as always, had the mirror positioned where I could \u201cwatch.\u201d I was deathly afraid of getting caught, but I was always careful. Or so I thought.<\/p>\n

I had the day off for some reason. My mom was at work and my dad was away at some conference, again. I had the home gloriously to myself. I took my time, had breakfast, took a shower, and then set up the fantasy once again. I used one of her new dresses this time. I remember thinking how this fantasy never got old. Again, I undressed the pillow slowly as I made out with it \u2013 watching myself in the mirror \u2013 then got naked myself. I pretended I was sucking on one of my mom\u2019s small titties as I teasingly put the end of my cock at the end of the pillow. Then I slid it in. I looked back in the mirror, watched my ass rising and falling, and thinking how good it felt \u2013 again. \u201cOh god Carol!\u201d I groaned, using my mom\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

And then I heard my mom\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god! What in the world are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked to the doorway and there stood my mother, her eyes wide open in shock. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat..what are you doing home?\u201d I stammered and instinctively rolled over. In doing so, I exposed my fully-erect cock to her and I quickly covered myself with my hands. <\/p>\n

\u201cThe question is, what are you doing?\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n

Not knowing what to say or do, I leapt off the bed, grabbed up my clothes and brushed past her to my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me and waited. But she either stayed where she was or went to another room. I thought I heard her crying. I dressed quickly and decided to make a run for it. I ran through the kitchen \u2013 from where I could notice her standing in the living room, her head covered with both hands \u2013 and out to the garage where I got my bicycle. I decided it was time for a long ride.<\/p>\n

I knew I couldn\u2019t stay away forever. I had to face up to it sooner or later \u2013 that, or runaway, but I had no place to go and hardly any money in my savings \u2013 and I made my way home in the early evening. I never felt such a sense of dread as I did as I pulled my bike into the garage and entered through the kitchen. I instantly saw her sitting on the living room couch, a glass in her hand (filled with her third vodka of the day I later found out). Her legs were crossed and her foot dangled nervously by her knee. I desperately wanted to hide in my bedroom but knew I couldn\u2019t wait forever. I walked into the living room. My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. <\/p>\n

\u201cMom,\u201d I managed. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to say. I\u2026.I, I\u2019m not sure what came over me this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a sip from her drink and looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t your first time,\u201d she said. \u201cAt least it\u2019s not if those tapes I listened to were any indication.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019d completely forgot about the tape recorder. There was a good hour of recorded fantasy sessions on that particular tape. I used her name often, including pet names my father had for her. I talked in my fantasy about how my cock (as the confident seducer) was bigger than \u201cyour husband\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t always, I mean, not every time was like that,\u201d I said. But I also knew that on the tapes I talked about taking her dress off, and things like \u201cLet\u2019s get that bra off of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat in the world ever came over you to do something like that \u2013 many times?\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath. There was no good answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt just, I just, well, it was just normal stuff\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike masturbating?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, like that. And then it got boring or something and for some reason it just took on another life. I\u2019m so sorry mom. I promise I\u2019ll never do it again. And, please, please, please don\u2019t tell dad. He\u2019ll disown me, if he already hasn\u2019t.\u201d
She sipped her drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cMasturbating at your age, at any age really, is normal,\u201d she said. \u201cBut what you\u2019ve been doing is something different.\u201d
\u201cI know. And I\u2019ll stop. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m your mother, Bryan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. It\u2019s sick and wrong. I don\u2019t know what I was thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at me for a moment, and then her eyes focused somewhere far away.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s natural, I\u2019ve heard, for boys to have fantasies about their mothers,\u201d she said, quietly. <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve heard that too,\u201d I chimed in, without having any idea whether it was true or not. Most guys my age didn\u2019t even admit they masturbated. And I assumed most of them were getting laid for real, not resorting to crazy fantasies.<\/p>\n

She looked back at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I don\u2019t think any of them take it to your extreme, Bryan. I mean, it\u2019s like a whole ritual you have set up.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed.
\u201cI know you have trouble meeting girls,\u201d she went on. \u201cI know you have a lot of problems with your confidence and your father doesn\u2019t help with his constant criticizing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s always critical,\u201d I said. \u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed again.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know it,\u201d she answered. \u201cHe\u2019s very critical with me, as well, as I\u2019m sure you see. Sometimes I feel like I can\u2019t do anything right. And his temper is out of control.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish he treated you better mom,\u201d I said, relieved that we were on to a different topic, at least for now.
She was silent for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour father is not an easy man,\u201d she said. \u201cAs a result, our marriage isn\u2019t very happy. You have no idea, Bryan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears welled up in her eyes. She took another sip from her drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou deserve better mom,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know why he treats you like he does.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked up, her eyes moist, and smiled a little.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s very sweet of you to say,\u201d she said. \u201cThese last few years have been very difficult. We\u2019re a couple in name only. We do things together with other couples, we go on vacations, but it\u2019s like we do those things not because we want to, but because it\u2019s expected of us as a couple. His stupid bosses expect it. But that\u2019s not even the whole story.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, mom?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked down again, thinking. Then she took in a deep breath and let it out, before looking back up at me.
\u201cHe\u2019s having an affair,\u201d she said in a hushed voice. \u201cHe\u2019s been having one for years, as it turns out, but he doesn\u2019t know that I know about it, yet. \u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, that\u2019s\u2026.awful. I mean, I guess I\u2019m not surprised, but \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mustn\u2019t tell anyone, honey,\u201d she answered. <\/p>\n

\u201cAre you going to get a divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m going to do,\u201d she said, and then began sobbing. She placed her hands over her face.
At that point I wasn\u2019t sure what to do, but I decided to sit down next to her and tentatively put an arm around her. She was still in her work clothes \u2013 a light blue blouse and cream-colored slacks. I was aware of how bizarre the day had become; I\u2019d been caught doing something awful by my mom, but now I was trying to comfort her in my own awkward way.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so sorry, mom,\u201d I said. <\/p>\n

She nodded her head, but was still crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou deserve so much better,\u201d I added.<\/p>\n

She quit crying, took a deep breath, and turned toward me. <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s so nice of you to say,\u201d she said. \u201cI sometimes feel like I don\u2019t deserve anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, you deserve everything. I mean, you\u2019re pretty and nice \u2013 well most of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

We both laughed and she leaned her head against my shoulder. I could smell her shampoo.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really think so?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThink that you\u2019re pretty? Of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed heavily. <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t always feel very pretty,\u201d she said. \u201cOr, your father doesn\u2019t make me feel very pretty. He\u2019s always on me about my weight, what I wear\u2026god, it\u2019s so frustrating.\u201d<\/p>\n

To be honest, my mom wasn\u2019t what you would call \u201cbeautiful,\u201d but she was cute in her own middle-class, suburban way. Her hips had become a little wider and, like I said, she had very small breasts. But I\u2019m sure a lot of men would find her attractive \u2013 including the businessman\/seducer of my fantasies, which now crossed my mind for some reason. The truth is, her leaning against me was turning me on a little \u2013 despite our incident earlier in the day and her current state of sadness\/frustration. I tried to banish the thoughts, but without much success.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think you\u2019re very pretty mom,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know what dad sees in someone else that\u2019s better.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head sadly. We sat there like that for a moment before she sat up straight and looked me in the eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat you were doing in the bedroom \u2013 are you really thinking of me?\u201d she asked, her tone and gaze serious now.<\/p>\n

My face turned crimson and I wasn\u2019t sure how to answer. I could lie and say I really wasn\u2019t thinking of her during the fantasy, but there was no lying to her at this point. <\/p>\n

\u201cMom, I \u2026 yes I do think of you and I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she did something that completely surprised me. She put her hand on mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop saying you\u2019re sorry,\u201d she said. \u201cI forgive you. As a matter of fact \u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped herself in mid-sentence and looked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs a matter of fact what, mom?\u201d<\/p>\n

I thought she was going to cry again for some reason but she took a deep breath and looked me in the eye again.<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess, it was flattering for someone to think of me in that way,\u201d she said. <\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean, sexually?\u201d I managed, fully aware that my heart was starting to beat faster. Things had taken a turn in a direction I\u2019d never imagined.<\/p>\n

She was silent again for a long time and she stared at the floor. I could tell she was thinking of what to say next. Then she turned back to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she said softly. \u201cSexually. You were clearly very excited when I walked in on you like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

The thought of me rolling over when she yelled out from the bedroom doorway, my throbbing cock standing straight up, crossed my mind again. She\u2019d clearly seen it in all of its glory before I covered myself with my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know it\u2019s wrong to think that,\u201d I began, but she put a finger to my lips gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop apologizing, Bryan. I\u2019m not sure what\u2019s right or wrong at this point, but it was, well, very flattering that you had, or have, such an intense desire for me in that way. At first I was shocked when I listened to those tapes, but the more I thought about it while you were gone, I couldn\u2019t help but feel desired. Wanted. Beautiful even.\u201d<\/p>\n

Our eyes met and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. <\/p>\n

\u201cBryan,\u201d she said, \u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019m going to ask you this, but would like to have your fantasy right now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat!? Mom, you mean\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned forward and put her lips on mine before I could finish what I was saying. I thought it was going to be a quick peck, but she lingered. Her lips felt so soft and warm against mine. I got the hint and kissed her back. The next thing I knew, her tongue was against my teeth. I opened my mouth slightly and our tongues mixed. And then she pulled away.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy god,\u201d she said. \u201cI can\u2019t believe what I\u2019m doing here.\u201d <\/p>\n

She stood up, her back turned toward me. She reached for her drink, took a big gulp, then headed to her bedroom. I sat there, both disappointed and incredibly aroused. I couldn\u2019t believe that I\u2019d French-kissed with my own mother! But now she\u2019d changed her mind about my fantasy.<\/p>\n

Or, so I thought.<\/p>\n

After several minutes I heard her call from the bedroom. At first I thought I was hearing things, but then she called louder. I got up and went to her room. The door was closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom? What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, come on in please.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the door and looked in. What I saw almost brought me to my knees \u2013 there was mom on the bed, in the same dress I\u2019d used in the fantasy earlier, with the mirror pulled up to the foot of the bed. <\/p>\n

\u201cMom? What\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked if you wanted to have your fantasy,\u201d she said. \u201cI assumed you\u2019d say yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s still your fantasy, honey. Except you\u2019re not going to use your pillow.\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached a hand out toward me. I moved forward, almost in shock. <\/p>\n

\u201cLay down next to me, sweetie,\u201d she said. <\/p>\n

My heart was beating so hard I could hardly breathe. I eased myself on the bed next to her and laid on my back. <\/p>\n

I saw our reflection in the mirror. It was too incredible to believe.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, can I ask you something?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Sure,\u201d I stammered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you a virgin sweetie?\u201d<\/p>\n

My faced turned crimson again.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. I am, mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled at me sweetly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n

She then reached her hand over and began softly rubbing my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney?\u201d she asked again. \u201cI need you to promise me that you\u2019ll keep this a secret.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I replied, almost blurting it out. \u201cI won\u2019t tell anyone. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither will I,\u201d she said, and then leaned over and put her lips against mine. This time our tongues meshed from the start. While we kissed her hands roamed over my chest and stomach. I was as hard as a rock. From the little moaning sounds she made while we kissed, I could tell that she was liking it, as well.<\/p>\n

She pulled away from our kiss and put her mouth against me ear, whispering, \u201cDo what you do in your fantasy honey.\u201d Then her lips were back on mine.<\/p>\n

Not sure where to start, I placed me hand on her dress, just below her breasts. I felt her quiver slightly. I realized I couldn\u2019t be the fearful little boy anymore who had no confidence. I moved my hand on one of her breasts and squeezed softly. She lifted her head back and moaned softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it, sweetie,\u201d she said. \u201cJust like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I began squeezing and rubbing both breasts while her fingers went from my stomach to chest and back again. I happened to glance up and saw something on the small table next to her side of the bed. It was the tape recorder. I could see the red light that indicated it was recording. <\/p>\n

\u201cDo exactly what you do in your fantasy,\u201d she said, hungrily.<\/p>\n

\u201cOK mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached behind her and she lifted her back slightly. I found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down as far as it could go. She sat up, knowing what she needed to do, and I slipped her dress down over her shoulders and arms. Her pale skin looked heavenly. She had on one of the simple white bras I frequently used in my fantasy.<\/p>\n

She remained sitting up and I knew what I had to do next. I reached behind her, trying not to be too clumsy, and found the latch of her bra. I fumbled for a few seconds but miraculously got it undone in little time. I took a deep breath and pulled the bra off. Her breasts were small, but the brownish nipples were protruding like little erasers. <\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re beautiful, mom,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

She grabbed her right breast with her right hand and slowly eased it toward me. I knew exactly what she wanted and put my lips and mouth on it. <\/p>\n

\u201cOh god!\u201d she groaned. \u201cYes sweetie. Just like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I alternated between flicking my tongue on her nipple and sucking her breast, which fit entirely into my mouth. She played with her other breast and nipple as I did this. Our bodies trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh god, oh my god!\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s been so long.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I continued to suck and lick her breast she arched her head back, her mouth in a grimace. But it wasn\u2019t one of pain.
\u201cOh god!\u201d she said. \u201cOh my god! Don\u2019t stop sweetie! I\u2019m going to\u2026.I\u2019m going to, aaaahhrrgh!\u201d<\/p>\n

She groaned loudly for what seemed like an eternity. I\u2019d just made my own mom come by just sucking on one of her breasts.
She caught her breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have no idea how good that felt,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd we\u2019ve barely started.\u201d<\/p>\n

We laughed. Then our lips were back together. And her hand roamed below my stomach, below my belt, and directly to my throbbing cock that was threatening to burst out of my jeans. She rubbed it, up and down, and squeezed it gently. Now it was my turn to groan.
As she did this, I reached over and started pulling her dress off of her. I lifted it up over her arms. She was wearing only the pair of blue panties I\u2019d used in my fantasy earlier in the day. I noticed a wet spot in the crotch. <\/p>\n

\u201cTake those off, too,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

She lifted her hips and I grabbed her panties by the waistband and slid them slowly over her legs and feet, flicking them to the floor. I saw, for the first time, her bush, and below that the lips of her pussy. Her legs were spread, showing me everything, including her little brown butthole below. <\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow it\u2019s your turn,\u201d she said. \u201cJust like in your fantasy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I slid off the bed and, with a deep breath, undressed myself. Mom watched me intently. I took another deep breath and pulled my underwear off. My cock was sticking straight up. She groaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook how excited you are,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

She reached her hand out to me again. I got back on the bed next to her. Our lips came together almost instantly, our tongues mixing hungrily. We bit softly at each other\u2019s lips. And her hand found my cock and began stroking it slowly. I could see her wedding ring as it slid up and down my shaft.<\/p>\n

I took my hand, placed it on her bush, and then slowly began rubbing her. The outside of her pussy was wet and I could smell her scent slightly. <\/p>\n

\u201cPut your finger in me, honey,\u201d she said, and I obliged, easily finding her slit and hole. My finger slid in slowly. It was so warm. So wet. She moaned heavily.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes,\u201d she said. \u201cThere you go honey. You got it. Just like that. Just like that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hips rose to meet my finger\u2019s probing. I slid my finger in and out, at first slowly, but then faster as her moans increased.
\u201cYes!\u201d she said. \u201cOh yes! Oh baby! Mom\u2019s going to come again!\u201d<\/p>\n

Her whole body shuddered and she gripped the bedspread with both hands, her teeth gritting, her mouth in that grimace of pleasure again. Finally, she caught her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney. I want you to make love to me now. I want you inside me. Are you ready?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never been more ready for anything in my life, mom,\u201d I answered. \u201cYou might have to help me though.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll help you, sweetie,\u201d she said softly. \u201cI want to be your first.\u201d<\/p>\n

I moved on my knees to between her legs. Slowly, I lowered my hips until the tip of my cock was right at her bush. She reached down and grasped it in her hand. <\/p>\n

\u201cHoney,\u201d she said. \u201cI want you to look at me when it happens. OK?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes.\u201d I said. \u201cOh god yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere we go,\u201d she said, and I lowered my hips some more.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at me baby,\u201d she said, and our eyes locked. <\/p>\n

Slowly, I felt myself enter her with the help of her hand. We both groaned as we continued to stare at each other. The sensation around my cock was beyond what I imagined. She was warm and the inside of her pussy was agonizingly soft. Soon, I was completely inside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you like that sweetie? Do you like how that feels?\u201d she said breathlessly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe how good it feels,\u201d I said. \u201cOh, mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I lowered myself completely on top of her. <\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me now,\u201d she said. \u201cFuck me, honey.\u201d I\u2019d never heard her use the word before. But she was hungry for sex \u2013 so very hungry.
I began moving my ass up and down. My cock throbbed as it slid in and out of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook in the mirror, baby,\u201d she said. \u201cJust like in your fantasy.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked back and saw my ass rising and falling. I could see my cock inside of her as my balls moved against her asshole. Her toes curled and uncurled.<\/p>\n

I put my cheek against hers and she talked in my ear as our bodies meshed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it baby,\u201d she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. \u201cMake love to your mom. Fuck your mom with that hard cock of yours. Just like that! Oh yes! Do you like that baby? Do you like how it feels?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god yes,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s better than I ever imagined.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked back again and saw in the mirror that her hands were grasping my ass cheeks. Her feet and curled toes were in the air, her legs slightly pulled back. I watched again as my cock slid in and out her.<\/p>\n

Our pace increased and her eyes closed as she moaned and made little noises.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh honey!\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019ve done it again! Mom\u2019s going to\u2026.I\u2019m going to\u2026aaaaaaaaaahrrrrgggg.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she came I instinctively pumped harder and her climax lasted for what seemed like forever. Meanwhile, my cock was feeling that incredible sensation when it\u2019s getting ready to explode.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh mom,\u201d I said. \u201cOh mom! I\u2019m getting close!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes baby!\u201d she said. \u201cYes, come for me. Shoot your load inside me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGetting close!\u201d I managed. \u201cAlmost there, mom!\u201d<\/p>\n

I made three more rapid thrusts and then I came, shooting my load deep inside her. I groaned loudly and arched my head back, eyes closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god!\u201d I said. \u201cOh there it is!\u201d<\/p>\n

My orgasm continued for several seconds. Just when I thought I was finished, another spurt came from the tip of my cock. I clenched my ass cheeks tightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes baby,\u201d she said, her voice barely audible. \u201cOh yes. Such a nice big load.\u201d<\/p>\n

We lay there for several minutes. She kissed my cheek softly and I kissed her forehead, which had a slight sheen of sweat. The room smelled powerfully of our sex. When I finally rolled off and onto my back, exhausted, my cock was still half-hard and there was a dab of come on the tip of it. <\/p>\n

\u201cCatch your breath, sweetie,\u201d she said. \u201cI want you to get ready for round two.\u201d<\/p>\n

We both smiled. <\/p>\n

\u201cThis is your new fantasy, honey,\u201d she said. \u201cI want you to be my lover now. Can you do that, honey?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, mom,\u201d I said. \u201cI want to treat you like you deserve to be treated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve already done it, honey,\u201d she said, as her finger traced a line down my chest. \u201cAnd I want you to do it again.\u201d<\/p>\n

We made love twice more that day, my stamina getting stronger with each session. She introduced me to doggy-style, taught me how to properly lick pussy, and even let me tongue her crinkled brown asshole. She returned the favor, her tongue sliding deep into my asshole as she flicked it. Later on, we tried anal sex, though it was often too painful for her.<\/p>\n

My \u201cfantasy\u201d continued for several more years. Dad left after a year, which left us with the house to ourselves. But we didn\u2019t confine ourselves to just the house. We fucked in the backseat of her car on a country road, we fucked in a tent in a campground, we fucked in a peep booth of a porno theater, our moans matching the moans of the movie. The sex never, ever got old.<\/p>\n