Cum with Mom

Mike tells his real life story of how he and his mother, Linda, began their sexual relationship, the highs, the lows and how happy they are together now.

Dad ran off with his nineteen old secretary, now it was just Mom and me. As a result we became closer, sharing our hopes and fears. Mom revealed how badly Dad had treated her and how lonely she was. She often said,

"I'm not interested in trusting another man. You're all the man I need, Mike."

I shared my insecurities and difficulties with my girlfriends. I'll never forget the night everything changed. Mom heard me come in and asked,

"How did your date go, honey? Come in here and tell me all about it."

I was eighteen and Mom, Linda, was thirty-nine. I undressed, putting on the shorts I sleep in. Looking in her room, the hall light outlined Mom's shapely body through her nightgown. I stared at her dark nipples pushing against the yellow lace bodice of her gown.

In the past, Linda didn't seem to mind when she caught me taking long looks at her curvaceous body as she walked around the house in her see-through nighty. Shirtless I and entered Mom's room and sat on the side of her bed. I told her about my ongoing girl problems.

"Mom, Lisa is sleeping with other guys I can't trust her. She is the third girlfriend that's cheated on me. It must be me, Mom. I just don't have what it takes to satisfy and keep a girlfriend."

Mom was so sympathetic, as we talk she stroked my arm and held my hand brushing it against her thigh. My fingers glided over her soft skin. A warm rush surged through my body resulting in my erect penis straining against my shorts.

Mom saw my hard-on and was silent. After a long pause, I move closer. She reached out and pulled me on top of her. Naked under her gown, Mom helped pull my shorts down and lifted her nighty to her waist. She guided my stiff shaft into her wet snatch.

Thoughts flew through my head. I was unsure, afraid and shaking. Would she mad at me? Did I go too far? Did I force her? I was hesitant until I felt her warm most vagina engulf my straining shaft.

Mom took the lead thrusting her pelvis against me as my cock joyfully slid in and out of the birth canal from which I entered the world. I tried to hold back but the idea of fucking my mother, coupled with her erotic lovemaking, I came right away. Inexperienced in making love to a real woman, I began to pull out. Mom said

"Oh god please don't stop Oh baby don't stop It's so good."

I continued to pump my mother's pussy until she cried out,

"I'm cuming. I'm cuming Oh god I'm cuming!"

I slowed down and lay on top of her sucking on her deep red nipples, as we held each other. From ecstasy to rejection, Linda pushed me off and turned over crying. I didn't know what to do. I felt terrible, she will hate me.

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry."

I said as I rushed to my room.

The subject was never broached, but I relived it, masturbating most every night. Mom began wearing a robe over her see-through nightie when she was out of her room. We kept our distance from each other. I ached to take Mom in my arms and make love to her.

Some months later I returned home unexpectedly early. Apparently Mom did not hear me come in. I heard her masturbating and moaning. I opened her bedroom door and took off my shirt. While holding a dildo in her cunt, my naked Mom yelled,

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE."

Moving to the bed, I dropped my pants. Taking both of her hands and holding them down I said,

"No one will ever know."

I slid my throbbing cock into her waiting cunt. She was so wet. Breathless she said,

"Oh my god what are we doing?"

She started to cry. I didn't stop and she tightened her legs around me. Her pussy engulfing my prick. My cock slid in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Our bodies rocked back and forth in rhythm until she yelled out,

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming. Oh god you made me cum again. My own son. Oh god Oh god."

It was amazing. We came at the same time two or three times that night. The next day Mom said,

"Maybe you should move out."

I took as positive, the fact that she said 'maybe'

It was a tense two weeks when I entered her room naked with a big hard-on, telling her.

"I would love to please you Mom. I want to satisfy you, I want you to be happy. Please Mom, don't be mad. You know our lovemaking is wonderful we are meant for each other."

Lying next to her on her bed, she took off her see-through nightgown and positioned herself on top of me guiding my cock past her labial lips, deep into her warm, wet womb. It was the most fantastic sex we've ever experienced. We climaxed together multi times that night.

"Please Mikey. I'm not used to cuming so much."

I took that as a challenged and woke Mom the next morning kneeling between her legs, licking and kissing her pussy and tonguing her clit. She came several times that morning.

"You know your Dad never liked to eat my pussy. And you do it so well."

Mom returned the favor by sucking my cock before fucking and after. She said,

"I love tasting your cum mixed with my juices."

There were times she would save a mouthful of our mixed juices and snowball it with me. It was yummy.We screwed more and more. We were fucking 5 to 7 times a week, cuming in unison.

I moved out when I was 21. Mom found someone and I did as well. In the following years I fucked over twenty-five women but never had a fuck buddy like Mom, cuming together so often. Mom was the best fuck of my life.

It's been a few years now and she lives with a man. Last week I dropped in to see Mom while he was out of town. Linda hugged me and said,

"I haven't climaxed since you moved out"

"Mom, you are the best fuck of my life"

Our exchange was getting erotic. I wanted to take her to the bedroom and satisfy her, bringing her to cum multi times but I didn't want to mess up her relationship with her boyfriend so I left.

Mom later told me she wanted me so bad that she told her boyfriend of our past sexual relationship. She hoped he would understand and accept me into their life. He told her that she was sick and quickly moved out.

Two days ago Mom called asking me to come over. I never stopped thinking about the great sex we had. Mom met me at the door in her see-through nighty. A week later I moved in with Mom. We haven't stopped yet.