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At Last
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Well it started at 14 by ‘spying’ and ended, well it still on going at age 29 about three times a year.
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Mom is 19-years older than me and her and dad are still married. She is 5-foot 6 and about 130 pounds and to me beautiful.
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It began at age 14, when I would be in bed waiting for mom to change to get ready for bed. From my room I had my dresser mirror positioned where it would allow me to look across the hall and into my parent’s bedroom. I would lie in bed in the dark and patiently waited until she had begun to be disrobed and I could see her beautiful breasts reflected in the mirror. Many times had I held my teenage dick in my hand thinking of mom and her breasts, and how I just wanted to kiss them. Sometimes I thought she had a feeling she was being watched because she would close the door, while other times I thought she actually wanted me to see her because she’d leave the door wide open. But, alas nothing ever came of this fantasy.
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Fast forward to then two years ago I am now 27 and mom 46. I was feeling horny one day while working in my home office. This was Monday, and on Sunday we had just had a great day at my folks house doing the swimming, and bar-b-Q thing and my little girl took a bath before getting her pajamas on.
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Well grandma's routine (my mom) was to lotion the babies up after the bath. Anyway on this day I was lying in bed watching a porno while my wife was at work and the little one was at day care, when just about as I was ready to shoot a load of warm cum into my palm, my mom called on the cell phone.
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My cock went limp fast as I turned off the TV to answer the phone.
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First thing out of her mouth was why are you breathing heavy. I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. In a couple of seconds she said, “Dave are you there?”
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And all I could say was, “Yea!”
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Once I turned the porno back on I was soon getting hard again. All I can hear was mom mumbling, and not really listening. Then as the lady began to give the guy a blowjob on the screen, I told my mom, “Thanks for giving my daughter a rub down yesterday. She said she liked doing that for all her grand babies. As I watch this woman suck and suck on the TV, all I could say to mom was that, “I wanted her to rub me down like she did the kids yesterday.”
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She said don't talk like that, but it was too late. My cock was in my hand and it was ready to explode from a combination of watching the movie and hearing mom on the phone. She asked what I was doing? Instead of answering, I said I had to go, but at the last second before I hung up, I said in a panted voice, “I’m masturbating while I’m thinking of you.
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CLICK!
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As soon as the connection was broken, I immediate asked myself, “What have I done? Will she say something to my dad, will she tell my wife, oh no, am screwed.”
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I tried calling her over and over for the rest of the day and night, but she never answered her cell. What will she say, if anything? Can I ever face her again, all these wild thoughts?
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About three months later we had an earthquake. I was at my office when my wife called. She said that dad was tied up in a meeting until 4:00, so my mom needed me to come over to her house and check the gas lines.
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Shortly before noon as I headed towards her house, as I drove my mind was wandering what she would say when she saw me. I wondered also if she’d already told my wife but my wife was keeping quiet.
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Well I got to her house and checked for gas leaks. And helped her pick up few things that have fallen.
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After about 10-minutes she said, “I needed to talk to you.”
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I knew what was coming. But, instead of yelling at me or telling me that I have a wife and shouldn't be thinking things like this or that. Instead she said, “I heard what you said and although at the time I thought it was gross. YET I liked the idea that I can still get men to get a hard on at my age… EVEN if it was my own son.”
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I laughed, and told her, “I’m sorry,” and then added, “I’ve thought of about you since I was 14, trying to get a glimpse of your breasts before you went to bed.
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She told me, “I kind of wondered why you always seemed to go to bed before or maybe the same time.”
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I told her, “At that age I didn’t really know anything about sex, I just wanted to see your breasts.”
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“What,” she asked, “would have happened if you’d seen them up close?”
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With a little chuckle, I said, “I just really wanted to kiss them, though thirteen years ago I’m not sure if I would have done it right or not.”
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She laughed and said, “There’s no wrong way as long as you’re gentle and do what is asked, like licking, sucking and so forth.”
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“Mom, I'm married now,” I reminded her, “I think I know what to do now.”
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“Really?” She asked, as she put down her glass of wine, and headed for her bedroom. “Don’t to go anywhere,” she yelled over her shoulder, “I’m just going to take a quick shower.” Call me a pervert, but I don’t mind admitting that as she walk away, that I admired the shape of her hips and the cute little swish she gave to her skirt as she walked.
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I don’t know why, but I didn't actually think anything about her taking a shower while I was there. After about 10-minutes had passed, she yelled out to me to, “Do me a favor, move the clothes in the washer over to the dryer.”
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As I finished moving the clothes and turned around there stood my mother, the one that I’d fantasized about since I was 14, stark naked, and her hair dripping wet.
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I stood there like a dummy, not knowing what to say. Mom was a very athletic, broad shouldered, and although she weighs 130 lbs, was a svelte 38-28-38, and 5-feet 9-inches tall.
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“As I stood in the shower, I was thinking about what I should do or say. And Dave, I’d like for you to lick and suck my breasts.”
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I stepped back and said, “Huh?”
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She said, “You’ve been thinking of this since high school and have masturbated thinking of me. Well, its time you do it, get it out of the way, and out of your system,” and after a little pause, “And maybe let me find out how good you really are.”
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I said, “I am so ready.” We didn’t even go to the bedroom, we went to the cough in the dining room, where I laid her down and finally was able to touch my mother’s fantastic breasts for the first time. I rubbed, and kissed, and sucked slowly as ever I could NOT to ever forget what was happening.
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The more I licked the more mom moaned and said, “Oh god, Dave that feels so good.”
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She finally asked me to stand up and saw my throbbing cock in my shorts and said; "I haven’t seen it since you were a small child. Let me see what your cock looks like now that you’re all grown up.”
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I almost lost it. When I dropped my shorts, Mom didn't say a word. Instead she just looked at me with this lustful look. I don’t blame her for staring, because I have a fairly impressive un-cut 8-inch cock that when it gets hard, pulses with a life of its own. Most girls when they see it can’t believe the raw power and the heat radiating from it.
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As if her hand had a mind of its own, she reached out and began to stroke it with her a finger. It jerked a little at her touch and began to harden even more. When she got bolder and grabbed my cock in her tiny hands, see looked up at me. When I nodded my approval, she quickly started stroking it up and down as she jacked me off. Her face was so close that she could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its 8-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its wrinkled foreskin.
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I said, “Wow, this is great but my knees are getting weak, you better let me sit down.”
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Without letting go of my cock, she got up from the couch and let me sit down there. As soon as I sat down on the couch, Mom pushed my legs apart and knelt in front of me. Then she again reached out and touched it with one finger. Then she bravely wrapped her hand around it, and giggled, saying, “wow, your father’s cock never on his best day got this hard. It’s so hard that it feels like a piece of flesh-covered steel.”
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It was so alive that she could feel its heat on her face, when she leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I could see her eyes glazing over with lust, as she eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to her lips. She had to open her mouth so wide to get its big head between her lips and into her mouth that she almost had to un-hinge her jaw to get it in.
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As I watch my mother take my cock in her mouth and start sucking I was in heaven.
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I don’t like to brag, but even with both hands wrapped around the base, Mom still had more than a mouth full of cock to suck. She almost couldn’t contain her excitement as she simultaneously stroked it with her hand and slowly worked her moist mouth up and down its length. Even with her mouth full, she couldn’t believe that she was sucking her son’s cock. What was worse she was enjoying it.
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Still trying to retain a shred of southern dignity, she thought to herself, "I may be sucking my son’s cock, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth." She might have been thinking no, no, but my cock had other ideas. My balls suddenly clinched up and my cock swelled even fatter. I moaned, “Uuuuugh, I’m going to cum,” and asked, ”You better pull it out unless you want me to cum.” She just shook her head NO, and kept sucking. Her mouth was so full that she couldn’t have gotten my cock out of my mouth, even if she’d tried. My balls exploded and scalding hot cum spewed into her mouth like lava out of a volcano. When my balls erupted, she was on a backstroke and her lips were wrapped around the base of my cockhead, so she felt the full force of my gooey cum crashing against the back of her throat as it gushed into her mouth and oozed over her tongue and down her throat.
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“WOW,” was all I could say. I was dying to fuck my mom, but when I reached for her, she pushed me away and said, “That was enough for today. Besides your dad will be home soon. Maybe next time I’ll let you eat my pussy, and if you’re good maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”
But, as they say, that’s another story.
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The End…
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