Mommy's Rules Ch. 05

Mommy's Rules Ch. 05

We had a double header in a town about three hours away on Saturday. I got up early and rode the team bus to the games, but Mom and I had already planned on driving home together. We thought it would be fun to stop about halfway home for an early dinner.

We split the double header, winning the first game and losing the second. All my work in the gym was really paying off. I was much stronger than I had been at the beginning of the season and had a homer in each of the games, my first two of the season. Mom had even commented on how buff I looked and how big my muscles were. I was a big guy to start with, and now I was a muscled big guy. I tried not to spend too much time admiring myself in the mirror, but it was hard. I looked good.

Mom arrived about midway through the first game and cheered along with the other fans of our college. This team did have a locker room for us, and I showered and changed afterwards so I'd look presentable for dinner out.

For the first couple of hours' drive we chatted and listened to music. The restaurant was an hour from home so the second half of the drive would be shorter. I was kind of looking forward to the second half, thinking maybe we'd fool around a little bit while we travelled.

Mom had asked me to find a nice restaurant in the town and I chose an Italian place with good Google reviews. It was pretty swanky and Mom ordered a glass of some really expensive red wine. I'd be driving the rest of the way home. We chatted and commented on some of the other people in the restaurant. Mom was an inveterate people-watcher, and I had inherited the trait.

Just after the salads arrived I said to Mom, "Something's been kind of bothering me lately."

"What is it, honey?" she asked, looking concerned. She may have thought it was something about our recent activities in the bedroom, but it wasn't.

"Well, we both know that Dad's a complete prick." I paused before continuing. "But I just wonder why he's never called or tried to get in touch with me after the divorce. I mean, you divorced him, not me. I hate the guy, but it just kind of bugs me that he just disappeared."

Mom frowned. "You've already explained it, sweetie. He's a complete prick. Since he can no longer control you and dominate you, he has no need for you." She looked me in the eye and frowned again.

"I'm sorry, baby, but that's the father you were dealt. It's not your fault. You don't know the half of it."

"What's the other half I don't know?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," she answered.

"What is it?" I demanded.

"I don't want to talk about it here. I'll tell you in the car."

The mood had been dampened and our conversation lagged. I tried to brighten things up, even telling Mom I was sorry for bringing up Dad and offering her another glass of wine. She accepted the wine and I called the waiter over to order it. She did perk up a little, and the food was great. By the time the check was delivered, Mom was a little tipsy and most of her sparkly brightness had returned. When we stood to leave she walked right up to me and gave me a lingering, romantic kiss and said, "Thank you, baby. That was a wonderful meal with my perfect man." She got up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "That ought to give everyone here something to talk about when we leave," and took my arm as we strode out.

I got the car back on the highway. After a few moments of silence, I asked Mom, "What's the other half that I don't know about?" She sat staring straight ahead.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"Well, I told you how your father raped me, then called me a whore," she started. "But there's more to that story." I remained quiet and let her continue.

"After about a year of raping me and degrading me at least once a week, he started doing something else." She didn't continue.

"What did he do, Mom?" Again, silence. I repeated, "What did he do?"

"He made me sleep with other men!" she blurted out. I looked over and there was a tear streaming down her cheek. "He forced me to have sex with other men, then he called me a slut and a whore for doing it." She sobbed.

"I don't get it, Mom. How could he force you to do it?"

"I've asked myself that same question a thousand times," she answered. Again silence. After a few moments, she gathered herself up and continued.

"The first time, we were having drinks in the bar at the Sheraton. I think he had planned it all out beforehand because he asked me to get an overnight babysitter in case we were out late. He started chatting with this guy, getting all chummy with him, buying him drinks and invited him over to sit with us in our booth. You know how your father is. When he wants to, he can really turn on the charm, and he had it ramped up full steam."

"When the guy was pretty well lubricated, your dad shocked me by asking him if he'd like to have sex with me. I sat there flabbergasted. I kicked your dad under the table, but he glared at me menacingly." She paused again and I remained silent.

"The guy was all for it and was leering at me. I was so embarrassed. I got up to use the ladies' room and asked your father to come with me so I could tell him to stop. He just told me to be quick and to get right back.

"I was panicked and went to the ladies' room just to stall for time. I knew your Dad would be mad if I stayed too long so eventually I went back to the table and as soon as I sat down, your dad said he was going to the front desk to get a room for us. That left just me and this guy, Rob, alone in the booth. He slid over and put his hand on my thigh and began nuzzling my ear, telling me all the things we were going to do in the bedroom. I was frozen with fear and trembling." She was on a roll now and it was spilling out.

"When your dad got back, he told us he had gotten a suite and we should go up. Rob stood and I remained seated, but your Dad growled at me to get up. I did. We got up to the room and it was beautiful with a kitchenette, a separate bedroom and a view of the city. Your dad raided the mini bar and made us all a cocktail. After we drank for a little while, he told Rob that he should take me into the bedroom."

"Did you go?" I asked.

"Well, I didn't want to and your Dad was getting annoyed. Finally, he told Rob that I was just nervous, but that I was totally into it and forcefully walked me into the bedroom. Rob followed and your father left the room and closed the door. Then he waited outside it.

As soon as the door closed, Rob was on me. He started kissing me and grabbed my breast, squeezing it and pinching my nipple. He pulled me down on the bed and started unbuttoning my blouse. He was kissing my neck and kissed his way down to my boobs and......." She stopped. Again, I remained quiet.

"Well, anyway, I won't go into the details, but twice I went out to the main room to find your father sitting by the door of the bedroom. The first time I was naked from the waist up and I went out the door and begged your father not to make me do this. Again, he glared at me. I was afraid of him. Rob followed me out and told your Dad that if I wasn't into it, he understood. But your father told him that it was all I had talked about for a month, and that I had been begging him to let me fuck another man. I was just nervous, he said, but I'd like it once we got started. None of that was true. This was a complete surprise to me."

"We went back into the room and Rob wanted me to suck his cock. I was hesitant but he put it right up to my face and I gave it a few licks. Then he went down on me and I was shaking and really nervous, but I was shocked because it felt kind of good in spite of it." She stopped again. "Too many details, probably," she said. She did have two glasses of wine, though, and the words were pouring out. "But then he was ready to fuck me. I bolted for the door again, this time completely naked. Again, your father was sitting outside the door and growled at me to get back in the room. I'm so ashamed, but I went back into the room and laid down on the bed with my legs spread and resigned myself to getting fucked by a stranger."

"Oh, Mom. I am so sorry." I reached over and touched her tear-stained cheek. "I hate that man."

"So Rob fucked me three times that night. He was so drunk I don't know how he got up the stamina, but he was on me three times. I got up once to pee, and your Dad was gone. The last time he fucked me was about four in the morning and then he got up, got dressed, and left. I laid in the bed shaking until it got light."

"When I got out to the little kitchenette, there was a note and a fifty dollar bill by the coffee maker. The note said 'Get yourself a cab home'. I felt like a complete whore. Left alone to take a cab home in the wee hours of the morning, where my son was sleeping."

"Fuck him!" I said. "I'm gonna mess him up if I ever see him again." Mom remained silent, having spent herself on the story. Then she continued.

"Your dad wasn't home when I got there. I figured he was probably out fucking one of his whores. All day, no word. No text, no phone call. No, 'Are you okay?' I was distraught all day. After you went to bed he finally showed up, stinking of booze, unshaven, and in the same smelly clothes he had been wearing the night before. He walked in the door, grabbed me and carried me to the bedroom, where he raped me over and over while calling me a whore and a slut. I couldn't stand the touch of him."

"I asked him how he could make me do such a thing? His answer was that I was a slut and I wanted it. He told me he had listened at the door before he left and asked me how many times I had come? I could hear you, he said. I know when you're coming and I heard you come at least twice. You're a fucking whore!"

"Had you come twice?" I asked, not believing it.

"No," she answered. "I came at least four times, and that was just the first time he fucked me." I was stunned. Mom began sobbing.

"But that's what made it even worse!" I couldn't help myself. Once he was fucking me after a while it started feeling good. I dreaded the touch of your father, but this was different. I couldn't help myself, and I just had orgasm after orgasm." She sobbed quietly.

"But it made me feel so dirty and so ashamed. I felt like your father was right, I was a slut and a whore if I would climax repeatedly while being fucked by a complete stranger. I see now that it was a whole cycle of how your dad degraded me and kept me under his control. But at the time it made me feel like a complete piece of shit."

We were getting close to home by this time. I pulled onto our street and hit the garage door opener as I turned into our driveway. Once the car was inside I shut it off and closed the garage door. We sat for a few minutes before I said, "That's not your fault, Mom. He's evil. He manipulated you and forced you, and the physics of it don't matter. The physics are that when your private parts get rubbed, it feels good and you respond. That's just biology and physics, Mom."

She leaned over the console and kissed me on the lips. I could taste the wine and the tears.

"I love you, baby," she whispered. "Don't ever be like him. Always be the one who makes me feel so good and so full and so worthy. That's how I want to feel, not like I did with him." I kissed her back.

When we got inside the house, we were standing in the kitchen and I had to ask her the question that had been looming in my mind. "How many times did he make you do that?" I asked.

"Three or four times a year at first, then less for the last few years. The last time was over a year ago. And don't worry, I was always getting myself tested and luckily I never caught anything. I mean, what are the odds? Twenty five to thirty strangers over a ten year period?" She began to walk towards the hallway leading to her bedroom, but turned back.

"Two more things," she added. "First, that's another reason why I had my tubes tied. I didn't want to get pregnant by some random stranger your dad had picked out. Second, every time I heard him suggest that we go to the Sheraton for a couple of drinks, I would feel dread and fear. I would beg him to not make me go, but he would make my life miserable until I capitulated and agreed to go. Even though I did receive some pleasure from it, I hated it and it made it harder for me to wait for you to turn 18 and graduate so I could dump him."

I just didn't know what to say. I was stunned by the whole thing.

"Now let's go to bed," she said, turning back towards her bedroom. "I need to be held."

We went to her bedroom and she lit a candle. It was still early, but she turned down the covers of her bed, dropped her clothes where she stood and climbed in. She patted the bed and told me to join her. I dropped my clothes and climbed in and took her in my arms. We held each other in silence, just feeling the rhythm of each other's breathing. We were laying with our naked bodies pressed together but there was nothing sexual in that moment. She just needed to be held and I wanted to be there for her. After a bit, I heard her begin to lightly snore. I lay there thinking about the awful thing she had just told me, horrified at the depravity of it, and built a seething hatred of my father. Finally, I too drifted off to sleep, Mom still in my arms. I had dark dreams that night.

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The next morning I woke up just after dawn with Mom's naked body wrapped around me. I had to pee, so I quietly disengaged myself and was just sliding out of the bed when I heard Mom say, "Come back here when you're finished." I went into her bathroom and relieved myself.

When I came back into the bedroom she appeared to be sound asleep, but as soon as I was laying down, she wrapped herself around me again. It was Sunday, so it was a day off. I was on my back, holding Mom, and I began to drift back to sleep when I felt her stir next to me. She snuggled into me and sighed. I felt her hand begin to lightly rub my chest, then begin a slow journey downwards. She rubbed my chest, then went down to my stomach and rubbed there for a minute or two, then down to the area just above my cock, which was slowly rising to meet her hand. When it did, she took hold of it with a light grip and began to lightly stroke it. I shifted so I was facing her and put my hand on her breast, squeezing lightly and giving her nipples little touches and pinches. She sighed and turned towards me so we were face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin, on our sides. We kissed and she began moving her entire body against me.

As she lightly stroked me, she lifted her top leg and put it over mine, opening her legs. She pulled on my cock and I shifted closer, and she began rubbing my cock against her pussy. She rubbed the head up and down her pussy, holding the shaft firmly in her hand. I shifted again, and my cock moved down to the opening of her vagina. She held it there, moving it a little, just letting it rest there with small circular motions. I wanted so much to press it and feel it slide into her, but I waited for her signal. She began to rub the tip all around the opening, coating it in her juices. Then she rubbed it up her slit until it was touching her clit. She rubbed it on her clit for a few moments, then took it back down to the opening of her hole, bathing it in her juices. Then back up to her clit for rubbing, just like she had showed me with the dildo.

The next time she moved it down I couldn't help myself and gave a slight push and felt it slide in just a tiny bit. She didn't react in a negative way, just rubbed it around where it was, gathering her juice, then slid it up to her clit. We were kissing and letting our tongues feel each other as she moved it against her clit and moaned. When she took it back down to the opening I pushed again and when it just slid in a tiny bit, she moaned again. She very methodically swirled the tip around the area just inside her vagina, then pulled it up again to rub her clit.

Again, she took it down and I pushed again and entered her another inch. She moved it in small circles so just the tip of my cock was rubbing just the very inside of her cunt. Then she shifted so my shaft lay against her entire pussy, and moved on top of me.

She sat up and began rubbing her pussy on the shaft of my cock. She was wet, and it slid easily up and down the length of it. I reached up and took both breasts in my hands and she leaned forward so I could take her nipples in my mouth. Her hair fell over her face as I went from one breast to the other, sucking in her nipple as she moaned each time and rubbed herself against my stiff cock. I fit perfectly into the long cleft of her vulva, my shiny head peeking out from above, rubbing against her clit. It was a perfect camel toe slide and it was a slippery ride.

She sped up and her moaning increased as I began lightly biting and sucking her nipples completely into my mouth. I could sense that she was getting close and I started pushing up against her with my pelvis, increasing the pressure on her clit with each glide. She was going fast now, up and down, rubbing her clit against the mushroom head of my dick and suddenly she went over the edge. She wailed as she rode my cock into her orgasm. Her body was spasming as she bucked and rode me like a bronco.

Before she finished I rolled her over on her back and put my cock back up against her sopping wet pussy. I began to pump it up and down faster and faster until I felt my own release coming. I suddenly had the image of my cock sliding right into her, and I could almost feel it as if it was actually happening. That was enough to push me over the edge and I shot load after load onto her stomach, pelvis, and thighs.

"Holy fuck," she said after a moment. "That was pretty intense. Are you okay?"

I told her I was fine, and then she thanked me again for not pushing it into her.

"I think the tip went in, Mom," I replied.

"Maybe it did," she said. "But it was an accident."

We made love twice more during the daytime between chores and entertaining ourselves, and both times she took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her, and both times the tip went in just a little bit. I finished her with my mouth once and the dildo once, and she deepthroated me once and finished me between her tits once.

The last time, as she was rubbing my cock against her opening, she whispered quietly. "Just the tip, Jason. Just the tip."

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She made a really nice dinner for us that night. The sadness of the prior evening seemed to have left her. I wasn't going to even bring it up, but while we were eating, she said, "Honey, thank you for being so understanding last night. It really brought up a lot of bad memories for me to go over that, and I was terrified about what you'd think of me after you'd heard it."

"I don't think any less of you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you, too, honey," she answered, looking at me with a puppy dog look.

"So would you be comfortable telling me more about what Dad made you do? Or is it too painful?" I asked.

"No, I think I feel better after having told you last night, and you accepting it. I can talk about it."

"I haven't accepted it," I answered. "I hate my Dad more than ever and I want to hurt him."

"Don't do anything stupid, honey. He's not worth it." She took a bite of her chicken.

"So tell me, did Dad pick out men that were acceptable to you, or just random guys?"

"Well, it was kind of random because it was almost always a guy who was at the bar at the Sheraton. Later, though, it could be any bar or cocktail lounge, and your Dad didn't spring for the nice room. He'd just drop us off at a cheap motel and pay for the room. He always gave me the fifty for cab fare, which made me feel like a whore getting paid."

"Fuck him," I said.

"There was one repeat guy, though, that I think had something to do with your father's business. He fucked me five or six different times and not always after meeting at a bar. I think whenever your Dad wanted something from him, he brought him around to have sex with me."

"What an asshole."

"Well, the good news is that he was probably the best of the bunch. I mean, he was a pretty normal guy and really polite to me. Never did anything without asking first. And he was pretty handsome and fit. He was probably the only one that I really got to enjoy being with. I think he was the kind of guy that I might have had an affair with if I was ever going to have an affair." She took another bite.

"After the first time, he really knew what I liked and was eager to please me. If I knew it was going to be him, it was the only time I didn't absolutely dread what your father wanted me to do."

"It's still incredibly strange and incredibly wrong, though," I replied. A plan was formulating in my head. I was so angry at my father and I wanted to make him pay for what he had done to Mom.

"Some of the guys were creeps and I got away from them as soon as I could. Once your dad knew he had me under control, he didn't hang around long so I could sometimes just give a quick hand job to the guy and get out fast. I don't think your Dad ever checked back with them. He did come back and knock on the door a few times to check that I was still there, but not often. But every single time he wouldn't come home until late the next night, then rape me and demean me for what I had done. It was intolerable." I reached across the table and took her hand in mine.

But," she continued, slightly switching the subject, "it gave me leverage over your father in the divorce."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"When I divorced him I asked for a lot. When he balked, my attorney told his attorney that we'd be glad to go to court and reveal all the horrible things he had done to me. He'd be ruined, and I'd get what I wanted from the court anyway, so he might as well just pay. He called me, furious, and told me it would ruin my reputation as well. You know what I told him?"

"No, what?" I replied.

"That now that you were out of school, I could just move to a new town and start fresh. That I'd probably move to wherever you went to University. But he couldn't. He couldn't leave his business, which would probably be ruined anyway when his reputation was. Then I dropped the bomb. Do you know what the bomb was?"

"'No, what was it?" I asked.

"That my attorney said he could be prosecuted for human trafficking for what he made me do. He had paid for the hotels, he had procured the men. When I asked him how much the men had paid him, he went ballistic. 'Nothing!' he told me, 'and you know it! But the courts don't, I told him. Why else would you pimp your wife out if not for money? He sputtered and hung up on me."

"Two days later he signed the divorce papers with everything I asked for. And Jason, there are two more checks coming the same size as the one you saw. One in eleven months and another a year after that." She sat back and smiled.

I thought about that for a moment. "What if he doesn't pay you the other payments?"

"He will, or we'll be in court and it will all come out," she answered. "He has to." But I still didn't like it. He was a jackass, but he could also be a weasel.

"So you're set," I said. I had been moving my food around my plate but not really eating. I looked her right in the eye and said, "But was it worth it? How do you feel now?" I held her gaze.

"I feel better. I've gone from feeling like a worthless piece of trash to believing in myself and believing I can have a good future. All that is in the past and I'm trying not to let it haunt me. I'm thinking about you, now, and myself, and both of our futures. He can't hurt me any more. It's over."

"And Jason," she looked up at me and into my eyes. "I think you have restored my faith in life a bit. I hope I've done the same for you."

"You have, Mom. You have." I finally took a bite of food. "I love you more than anything, and you've earned my love by being a great mother, a great teacher, a great friend, and now a great partner. I have nothing but respect for you." I thought about that for a second, then added, "You're never going to have to fear Dad again."

"I love you, too, honey. You can't imagine how much. I feel almost like a schoolgirl with a huge crush on you. That, added to how much I love you as a mother is so, so much. Sometimes I feel like I'm bursting with love." She stood up and came around to my side of the table and leaned down and gave me a long, loving, wet kiss. I put my arms around her and hugged her to me.

"Damn, I love you, Mom," I said. In spite of the fact that we had done it three times over the course of the entire day, I wanted her again. I was strong enough to pick her up and take her to the bedroom, set her down on the bed and take her. But she had that kind of treatment in the past, and I swore right there that I wouldn't do anything unless she gave one hundred percent consent. Instead, I asked, "Are you too worn out from everything we did today for me to come to your bedroom tonight?"

"Not at all, honey. Anytime you want me, I'm here for you. Anything to make you happy." I let go of her and she went back to her seat and resumed eating. She looked over at me and smiled as she chewed her food.

"Mom, I have to ask, and I'm sorry if this is inappropriate. But...... are your feelings about boundaries beginning to change? I mean, we have come so close. So close."

I could see her measuring her words in her head. She started to speak once, but stopped. Finally, she said, "I don't know." Then she didn't say anything more.

I waited for her to continue, but instead she stood up. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said and walked towards her bedroom. Was she upset by what I said? I wanted to follow her and apologize if she was but thought it better to let her go.

She was gone for almost ten minutes and I began to worry. I finished my dinner alone and waited at the table for her. When she returned, she sat back down in her chair and pushed her plate to the side. She took a sip of water, put her hands in her lap and looked right at me.

"After dinner, let's go to my bedroom and kiss and hug. I want you to hold me and love me, and make me feel safe. I want you to excite me and get me ready. Then," and she paused. "Then, if it feels right, we'll put the rest of the tip in. Just to see how it goes." Then she added for emphasis, "We won't be having intercourse. We'll put the head in and just move it around a little, and then take it out and see what happens after that."

"When you say the rest of the tip, do you mean more than what we were doing today?" I asked.

"Yes, we'll go until we feel the head pop completely in. But that's as far as it can go. Can you handle that?" I nodded, but didn't really understand about the head popping in. "And you can't come inside me."

"I thought you were fixed and couldn't get pregnant," I said.

"I am, but that's not why. If you come inside me, then we've had intercourse. We will not be having intercourse, we will be testing. When you need to come, I'll help you come a different way." I was a little stunned by this turn in the conversation. "If you want to put something all the way in me, you can use the dildo."

"Okay," was all I could manage.

"I'm putting my trust in you, Jason," she continued. Just the tip, just the head, nothing more. You'll have to restrain yourself. I nodded in disbelief, and in anticipation.

We cleared the table, and I noticed that Mom, who usually wanted the kitchen completely cleaned up after dinner with all the dishes, pots, and pans, clean and put away or in the dishwasher, just put everything in the sink and left it. Was she feeling the same anticipation I was?

We turned out the lights around the house and made our way down the hall to her bedroom. She drew her curtains and lit two candles, then turned off the main light so there was just a nightlight in the corner and the two candles lighting the room. She asked me to grab one of the candles, and she picked up the other one and went into the bathroom, where she put it on the countertop. I followed and placed mine next to hers.

She pulled my shirt over my head, then went down on her knees and untied my shoes and pulled them off, followed by my socks. Then, grabbing the waistbands of my shorts and boxers together, she pulled them both down and I stepped out of them.

I followed suit and pulled her top over her head as she raised her arms. She was bare-chested underneath, and the round globes of her breasts flickered in the candlelight. I was so tempted to kiss each one, but instead, I got on my knees and took off the pair of sneakers she was wearing, then took hold of the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down. She lifted each foot as I stripped them completely off her. I stood and we were face to face, naked. She turned for a brief moment and turned on the water in the shower.

As we waited for the water to heat up she stepped towards me and I took her into my arms, leaning down to kiss her. She raised her head and met my lips with hers. We kissed deeply for a moment, then I reached in and adjusted the temperature of the water, my now-turgid cock swinging in front of me as I turned towards the shower.

We stepped in together, my arm around Mom, and let the warm water envelop us as we kissed again.

Mom stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "Wash me."

I picked up the soap and began washing her with my hands. I washed her shoulders, then her back. She turned and I washed her breasts slowly, lingering over her soapy nipples. She raised her arms and I washed her arm pits, taking short, slow swipes down across her boobs as I did.

I washed her tummy, then got on my knees and washed each leg. Then, finally, I washed her pussy. It was right at my eyeline, and I admired the smooth, shaved, shape of it with just a hint of her lips hanging below. Although she gave no reaction, I could tell that she was relishing the moment. I took my time and made sure it was very clean.

When I was finished I stood, and she gestured for the soap. She washed me exactly as I had washed her, taking extra time on my gym-hardened pecs, and making sure that my penis was very, very clean. It had risen to the occasion.

We both rinsed, I turned off the water and we stepped out of the shower and dried each other in the candlelight. I felt so much love for her at that moment, and stopped to take her in my arms and kiss her deeply.

We went to her bed, bringing the candles to the nightstand, and she gestured for me to get in first, then came to me. She wrapped her arms around me and intertwined her legs with mine. I took her into my arms and kissed her again. She was very responsive to my kiss, pressing into me with her entire body while our mouths and tongues explored the other's. I could feel her stiff nipples scraping against my chest, and knew that she could feel my stiff cock against her.

I kissed my way down to her breasts and spent two or three minutes kissing them, licking them, teasing her nipples but never pleasuring them. She was panting with desire when I finally gave one a big lick, then sucked it into my mouth. She moaned softly and pressed her pelvis against me. As I kissed and sucked her nipples, she began slowly humping my leg, pressing her vagina right up against it and slowly and softly moving it up and down. It was crazy sexy.

I kissed down from her breasts to her stomach, trailing a pathway to her bellybutton, which I stopped and licked for a moment. Then I continued down to where her pubic hair had been before she shaved. I kissed the area above her pubic bone and licked there, feeling the faint, invisible stubble on my tongue. She rolled completely over onto her back and spread her legs apart and I moved my tongue down to her cunt. I licked slowly up each side, then slowly sucked each side of her vulva into my mouth while licking it. I felt Mom lay her hands on the back of my head.

She had taught me well, and I wanted to show her how much love I had for her and give her all the pleasure she wanted. I took a long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping and resting my tongue on her clit, but not stimulating it. She moved her hands to the side of my head and held it lightly.

Again, I took a long, slow lick up the length of her. She gave the same low moan that she gave when I licked her nipple. I rested my tongue on her clit again, not moving. She caressed each side of my head as I paused there.

Then again, I licked her slowly from bottom to top and this time when I lay my tongue against her clit, she held my head in place and made little movements with her pelvis, rubbing her clit lightly against my tongue. I held my tongue in place, not moving it as Mom moved her clit against it. She started with small, light movements, but slowly increased speed, and pulled my head in tighter against her. My tongue remained stationary as Mom rubbed her clit against it, picking up speed and pressing my face against it.

I began to feel her clit and upper vagina contract and relax, contract and relax, and realized she was having a very quiet orgasm. I lowered my face and put my lips completely against her and continued to feel each contraction as she held my head in place and quietly climaxed.

"Come up on top of me." I climbed onto Mom, knowing that this was the moment that I was going to have real penetration. Not all the way in, but not just an accidental tip-slip either. She took hold of my ragingly hard cock and began rubbing the tip up and down her soaked cunt. After a few trips up and down, she positioned it at her opening and held it there. She gave a slight push against it and it went in just as it had been going, just an inch or so of the tip.

"Not yet," she whispered, and rubbed it up to the top and against her clit again. Three more times she brought it to her opening and pushed so just the bare tip got inside. "I love you, baby," she said each time she held it there as I desperately fought the urge to just push it all the way in.

Then the fourth time she pushed it in just a bit, then moved her hands so her palms were against each side of my pelvis, creating counter-pressure should I try to push all the way in. "Now, baby," she whispered. "Slow, Jason. Give it a little push."

I pushed and I could feel the head enter her a little further. The opening was slick with her thick lubrication, and it slid easily into the tight opening. "Slow, honey, slow," she cooed.

I pushed again and just an inch or so more went in. It suddenly began to feel like I was really inside her, not just hovering at the entrance. "Yes, baby, that's it. Slow," she whispered. I could feel her vagina gripping the front half of the head of my cock as the gentle counter-pressure of her palms against my pelvis reminded me not to push and slide all the way in.

"Give me a little more," she asked. "Slowly." I gave another push and slipped another inch inside. I couldn't believe how good it felt inside Mom. She moaned and slightly increased the pressure upwards against my pelvis with her palms. "Hold it there for a second," she murmured. She gave a slight circular motion of her hips and I felt the outer walls of her vagina move against the head of my cock. Incredible.

She increased the pressure against my thighs and said, "Okay, now push it until you feel the head pop in." I didn't know what that meant.

"How will I know when it pops in?" I asked, hesitating.

"You'll know, baby. Give it a slow push in," she purred.

I slowly pushed against the pressure of Mom's palms and I felt her push back against me as my cock slid in another inch or so, then I felt the bottom of the mushroom tip pass the tight sphincter of her cunt and felt the entire tip pop in. I was inside Mom. In her vagina. In her pussy. In her cunt.

She held the pressure against my pelvis.

"Are you okay? She asked.

"More than okay."

"Can I let go of you and you won't go in any further?" That was a tough question, but I believed at the moment that I could control myself.

"Yes," I answered. With that, she removed her hands and began slowly humping my cock. She would pull back and it would pull almost all the way out, then she would push against me until it popped back in.

"Don't come in me," she warned as she sped up the motion. "If you feel like you're going to come, pull it out."

She kept up the motion, pulling it out to the very tip, then pushing against me until I felt the pop of it sliding back in. And somehow she had the self-control to stop there. Again and again I felt the pop of her tight opening on the mushroom head of my dick. I felt my orgasm coming and I wanted so badly to push it in and come deep inside her, but I pulled it out and with a yelp, came all over her stomach and breasts.

I had been tense with the excitement, and when my orgasm subsided I let myself relax on top of her, my still-hard cock against her drenched pussy. I wanted to push it back in, to get back to that magical spot, just past the tight opening. I wanted to feel the pop again. Mom wrapped her arms around me.

"How was that, baby?" she asked.

"Incredible," I replied, moving my hips and pressing my cock against her. It wasn't going soft and I pushed it against her. I continued for a while and Mom began to push back against me.

"Ooh, she said," as I pushed my full, hard cock against her wet slit. "You're not going soft, are you?"

"No, I want to do it again," I answered.

She reached down and took my penis and put the tip up to her opening. I pushed until I felt the pop, then pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed in again until I felt the pop. Mom's hand went to her clit and she began rubbing herself as I worked the head of my cock in and out of her pussy. For ten minutes we weren't fucking, I was just moving the head in and out of her. She came with a shudder, then rolled me off her.

"Let me finish you with my mouth," she said and went down to take my cock in her mouth. I was amazed that she would do that when the head was already coated in both of our juices. She didn't seem to mind.

She proceeded to give me the most amazing deep throat blow job. My cock couldn't go all the way in her pussy, but it could almost go all the way down her throat. I got what she was doing. She replaced her pussy with her mouth and let me go all the way in.

At the end, I gushed my second load of the night, fifth of the day, down her throat. She took it all, moaning and writhing as I pumped every bit of seed I had into her hungry mouth.

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It had been another incredible Sunday with Mom. I had never imagined that a girl, or woman, could be so into sex. She had been through a lot, and maybe sex had become how she expressed herself. Perhaps, like she had said about masturbation, sex was a way to feel good about one's self for a brief time. I truly believed that the love we were developing for each other was healing us both, though, from the damage my father had inflicted on both of us. I understood that a new kind of love was developing between us. One of caring and support for each other. I had never known that kind of romantic love, for sure. The sad thing was that I believe my mother had never experienced that kind of love either. But I was going to give it to her, maybe for more than two years. She didn't need my father, she needed a man who loved and cared for her. She needed me, I thought.

Speaking of my father, I had some business to finish with him. I had a plan.

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-Ed E. Puss