AWESOME PUSSY

After two months of dad not being there, mom began 
walking around the house in long tee-shirts with no bra 
to cover her heavy tits, just panties.

We could see the nipples beneath the shirt. But we said 
nothing. We acted as if we didn't see it. We never 
talked about her in a sexual way, but sometimes we 
would spend long and frequent periods in the bathroom. 
I know I was jerking off to thoughts of her body. I 
strongly suspect my brother was too.

I often jerked off after seeing mom walk around that 
way. I know my brother was too, but we never spoke 
about it.

For two solid years mom walked around that way, 
sometimes plopping down on the couch in the front room, 
watching television and smoking her Marlboro lights 
while sipping soda or an occasional mixed drink or 
beer.

Anyway, Chris got a double promotion and skipped 11th 
grade. He left early in the summer before his 12th 
grade year to attend classes at the college he would 
attend.

It left plenty of time for a horny 15 year old to 
fantasize about his sexy mother. One day when I came in 
from school, as a 10th grader, mom had rambled through 
my room and found my stash of porn. I had Hustler, 
Playboy and some hardcore stuff there. I could tell she 
had been in it because I had it stacked in a particular 
way and I did it on purpose to make sure no one 
bothered it. It was stashed in the back of the closet 
under my old football clothes.

So when I discovered it, I moved it placing it beneath 
my dog's house. I had a flap in the back of his house 
that let up. It's where I had placed an air tight metal 
box where I kept my weed at.

**

Over the next few weeks everything remained calm, mom 
never said anything about the magazines.

I noticed though that she started wearing less around 
the house. She wore shorter white tee-shirts and 
sometimes really skimpy panties that could not contain 
the cheeks of her ass. And she looked at me sometimes 
as if to say, 'here I am.'

I dismissed the thoughts that her lack of clothing 
created in my head. But as I awoke one night to take a 
piss, I noticed mom standing in the door, staring 
through the crack.

Face it, young guys get massive hard-ons at night, 
especially when they have a piss hard, one that makes 
you have to get up and take a leak.

But instead of saying anything, mom tipped away from 
the door as if she didn't want to be seen, or had not 
been there.

I went into the bathroom across from my room, peed and 
as I passed her door, mom was laying on top of her 
covers like she was asleep, even faking a small snore. 
Her shirt was up around her waist. Her lime green 
panties barely covered her ass. Stood there a moment, 
staring at her, turned on but smart enough to know that 
was mother and I had better keep moving.

I went back to bed, not thinking much of it. In coming 
days, I would see mom some nights, standing in the door 
watching. You know how you sleep, but sometimes awake 
to either pee or just glance around a moment?

For a few weeks it kept happening. Now I was at the 
point where I was anticipating it. So when I awoke at 
night, I would fake sleep and partially open my eyes.

**

Three weeks after the first time I'd seen her do it, I 
caught her again looking. I now knew she was looking at 
my hard on. I have a big dick. I sleep often on my back 
and sometimes my dick balloons the covers of the bed.

My friends call it piss hard or night time hardie that 
comes from dreaming of pussy.

This particular night mom was in the doorway with the 
light on in her room across the hall. I could see her 
perfectly as I lay there on my side without underwear, 
my dick standing straight out as I was not beneath the 
covers.

Mom had one hand on the door knob. The other, was 
between her legs, beneath her white panties, rubbing 
back and forth really fast. Mom grunted softly 'Aahh, 
ahhh. Ahhh,' as if she was catching her breath, then 
closed her legs tightly upon her hand, tossing her head 
back and breathing hard. I knew she was beating off and 
had cum looking at my dick.

When she eased the door closed, I reached to the side 
of my bed and grabbed a handful of Kleenex and quickly 
gave myself a release, cumming into the napkins and 
placing them on the side of the bed, going back to 
sleep.

I was thinking then about how I could approach her. I 
couldn't ask my brother or tell him what had happened 
because he would dismiss me as a sick pervert. Besides, 
he needed his head clear being at the summer school 
class taking college course 378 miles away.

The next evening, I walked around the house with my 
short pants on and no underwear. It was clearly showing 
my dick, the entire outline. When we ate dinner, I 
could tell mom was looking through the glass topped 
table, at the form of my dick unrestrained.

I was staring at her thighs, but could not see any 
panties as she wore a long shirt that evening after 
bathing following work.

After we had finished eating, my girlfriend Theresa, 
stopped by and we sat in the front room, working on 
math assignments and just chatting. Mom came in and 
chatted with us, but she had put on a pair of blue 
jeans. Theresa was on her period and couldn't fuck, so 
we dismissed the thought.

After about an hour at the house, Theresa left – 
leaving me with somewhat of a hard-on.

I went back to the living room and Mom was watching 
television, sipping on a Diet Coke and smoking a 
cigarette. I plopped down on the floor a few yards 
away, completing a chemistry assignment.

Mom had pulled off her jeans and wore the long tee 
shirt that had scooted back some revealing her thighs 
as she watched television, chatting with me about stuff 
in general as I laid on the floor, a straight up view 
of her crotch if she happened to move the right way.

She was on the phone speaking with grandma and 
occasionally, mom would wiggle downward, then glance at 
me as if testing to see whether I was looking.

Now I could see her panties. She had on white panties, 
snow white with the crotch bulging out because of the 
large muff of hair I would find out soon, that it was 
covering. I sneaked glances as she was reading a 
romance novel.

On occasion over the next few minutes, mom would glance 
from around the book to see if I was looking. I 
anticipated it and when I saw the book move, I'd look 
back at my work and pretend I was still going at it.

Mom got up and said she was going to get another soda – 
her addiction.

A few minutes later mom re-entered the room and took 
her seat again. We were talking when she sat down and I 
nearly yelled "Shit!" when she sat down wearing no 
panties!

Mom had a red bush. Just like her head. I glanced at 
mom's pussy and my dick instantly got erect. Mom again 
picked up the novel and placed it before her face, 
reading. I closed my book and said I had finished.

I stared, did I stare!

Mom scooted down in the chair, never glancing up. She 
scooted again and the shirt went up her thighs totally 
revealing her lovely bush and opened pussy hole, 
glistening with moisture. I stared, no more than three 
feet from her, and mom eased the book away from her 
face, locking her eyes onto mine, neither of us any 
longer breaking the stare.

She put the book on the table and scooted to the edge 
of the chair, giving me a serious stare and opening her 
legs completely. Her pussy was totally exposed, right 
there in my face. Mom motioned with her finger for me 
come to her.

Neither of us said a single word as I scooted forward 
on my knees and stuck my tongue into her pussy as she 
grabbed my head, pulling me into her crotch and 
moaning.

I pushed my tongue into mom's pussy and began slowly 
licking her walls, then licking her entire pussy up and 
down the way my girlfriend liked it. I continued to 
lick as she scooted all the way onto the floor.

Mom came quickly. I had been licking her for maybe 
three minutes when she took some deep breaths and 
starting moaning, 'So good. Such a good baby. It's so 
good to me.'

Her cum drizzled down her ass crack, wetting my hands 
which were beneath her butt. I loved the taste of her 
salty fluid and brought her to another orgasm within 
minutes, as she lay there, tossing her head from side 
to side, rubbing my hair, caressing my face with her 
long fingers.

I got up, dropped my shorts and mom stared with dreamy 
eyes at my 9 inch dick, reaching out to grab it, 
rubbing it up and down and then lifting her legs to 
give me access.

I eased down and guided my dick into her, easing in a 
little bit at a time as mom pulled the shirt over her 
head, exposing her lovely set of melons to me.

I got on top of her and started instinctively fucking 
her as she trembled, kissing me violently to start, 
then becoming more passionate as she guided my young 
hips into the motion she wanted.

When she came first with my dick in her, mom got 
violent, throwing her head from side to side, cussing 
and slob running from the sides of her mouth.

"Shit! Dammit! Motherfucker! Fuck me!" she would 
scream.

As the orgasm raced through her body she howled, 
'Oooooh dammmi! Ooooh shit baby. Get this pussy. Get 
the pussy baby. Get your pussy baby!'

She went limp and I continued pumping into her, finally 
letting loose of the fluid in my balls. As I came hard 
into her, mom's head popped up and she grabbed the back 
of my head pulling to her face for an intense kiss 
where she fed her tongue to me.

I continued fucking her with the same passion as my 
dick had not softened.

She begged me to get up because the carpet was burning 
her ass. I let mom up, rather helped her up and we 
embraced in a kiss right there, my dick finding its way 
back into her strawberry patch as we stood there in 
front of the television.

We paused long enough to get to her bedroom where the 
fucking resumed. She was tired and we were both sweaty. 
She wanted to rest and catch her breath, she said. So 
she lay down on her side and I began the act all over, 
fucking her deep from the rear, rubbing her clitoris 
with one hand and using the other to hold her tit in my 
mouth while I sucked.

She started the convulsions again, gasping like breath 
was difficult to secure, then she howled again and 
started the nasty talk, pushing her ass hard against my 
groin as I was trying to get every inch into her 
uterus.

Mom came again, her pussy juices now running out of 
her, onto my crotch and onto the bed.

After I came, I laid there behind her, my dick still 
inside as she begged me to give her 15 minutes rest. I 
remained there inside her, still hard after cumming 
twice.

Every few minutes I would wiggle, just to let my dick 
know I was not neglecting it. My mind was going in 100 
different directions as I lay there, almost freaking 
out with the fact that I was fucking my mom. It was 
fantasy gone to the extreme, only it was real. I still 
almost could not believe it.

I started to pump hard again and mom asked me again to 
stop, placing my hand on her chest to feel her heart 
beat.

"Baby hold on. You've taken my strength. Feel my heart? 
Let me rest a minute," she said, pulling my left hand 
onto her chest. I pulled out of her, laying there to 
her side and began to just kiss her, inhaling her 
tongue, rubbing her all over, kissing and licking her 
immense breasts.

Then I crawled back between her legs, licking her pussy 
again, probing it with my tongue, drinking the moisture 
that crept from it.

She began slow movements of her hips, pushing her now 
musky, hairy pussy all over my face. I cupped the 
cheeks of her ass and licked her from bottom to top, 
top to bottom, running my tongue across the crack of 
her ass many times.

Then she pulled me up and sat on top, taking my dick 
deep into her, moaning softly, her eyes dropping small 
tears.

I asked what was wrong, was I hurting her? She said no, 
she was just in love with me.

We fucked twice more until we collapsed somewhere 
around 12:24. As I fired the last of my cum into her, I 
rolled off of her, both of us panting for breath and 
laughing, sharing a kiss that was tinged with our salty 
sweat.

She told me rest as we took the last of the kiss and 
parted. We went to sleep with her lying on my right 
arm, my left hand holding her close.

**

The next morning, I awoke at 8:36 a.m. I remember the 
hour well because she awoke me with her tongue, licking 
across my lips. I jumped, knowing I was late for 
school, but she said to relax. She had already bathed, 
gotten dressed and cooked breakfast. She said we'd 
spend the day in. She had called in to take a vacation 
day. She was heading to the school to take in my 
assignment, having told the principal I was suffering 
from a virus that kept me up late into the night – Yea, 
the mom's pussy virus, I thought.

She had run my bath water and I bathed and went to eat 
breakfast when she was heading out the door.

She told me she'd be right back and to make sure I ate 
all my eggs because I would need the strength.

Mom went to the grocery store and ran a few errands. 
She was back within 90 minutes.

We sat down and she started to loose tears from her 
eyes, apologizing for what had happened the night 
before.

I told her I had wanted it for years, but was afraid to 
come clean. We reassured one another we'd never tell it 
and that we would only have sex with others if we wore 
condoms. I told her I didn't want her to have anyone 
except me. She agreed she wouldn't but encouraged me to 
continue dating my girlfriend to remain normal and to 
grow emotionally.

We agreed that when my brother got back in three weeks, 
we would be extra careful to keep it from him. Mom 
began to let my brother, who would be a high school 
senior, stay out late as long as he didn't abuse it and 
as long as she knew where he would be and what time he 
could come home.

My brother was really enjoying the new relaxed rules 
and his absence gave mom and me plenty of time to get 
quickies. Mid-way through the school year, my brother 
got the grand tour of college campuses every weekend 
and was gone checking out 11 universities that wanted 
to take him in.

During those times mom and I slept together. No matter 
how much we fucked, my dick never got enough of her.

Then my brother left for college miles away and I lived 
normally expect when night time came and mom and I were 
alone. We fucked like bears before hibernation all the 
time. We woke up fucking, went to bed fucking, took 
trips fucking, the whole nine.

When I graduated from high school, I accepted a 
scholastic scholarship in chemistry from the local 
college, but decided to stay at home.

Mom and I continued. I dated a few girls and eventually 
got married to Lola. We have four kids now and mom 
married a nice guy, Tom who is really cool and takes 
care of her. We don't do that stuff like we used to. 
But every now and then when we're alone and the course 
is clear, we allow ourselves to get carried away and go 
at it.

The last time it happened was July 4, 2006. It was too 
dry outside for us to short fireworks. Tom's crew of 
guys was hosting a fireworks shoot under controlled 
conditions. He was gung ho for it. Mom can't tolerate 
much heat with her reddish skin. So she stayed home.

Lola and the kids stayed home too. So I went over to 
visit mom and keep her company. I must say after all of 
these years, mom still has some awesome pussy that 
seems to just suck the strength out of me every time I 
fuck her.