Mom is a Titman's Dream

No sexual involvement with a person under 18 is mentioned in the story.

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Our family lived in San Diego from the time I could remember. Dad was a big guy. He loved sports and social gatherings. It was he who pushed me to like all sports, mainly ball games. Each holiday, our extended family met for a barbecue feast and playing football. The guys were sweating on the field, and the women sat on the sidelines and cheered us.

Dad loved these gatherings, where he could show his strong hands and football skills. However, on certain dates, our relatives could not come, and Mom, Sandra, Dad, and I were left to spend the time by ourselves. On a couple of times, Dad attempted to persuade Mom to join our game, saying he would take it easy, but Mom refused, telling him she was not in the mood. The truth was clearly different: Mom was short, at 5'2", 135 pounds, and had a massive chest, which prevented her from catching the ball.

I still recall one time when Dad pulled her hand, trying to force her to join the game. After a couple of times failing to handle the ball properly, I went to Dad and said, "Please, leave Mom be. Her big breasts are in the way of enjoying the game."

My father giggled, "You are right that her boobs are not good for playing football, but when you grow up you'll see they are perfect for other games."

At the time, I didn't get what he meant. Back then, even when Mom hugged me, her giant bosom was on the way...

One day, when I was in 8th grade, Mom told me I'd have a new sister soon. I didn't understand. She chuckled, "I told Dad that soon you'd start high school, and I'll be bored at home. I wanted another baby. Dad agreed, and I got pregnant. Yesterday, an ultrasound scan verified I had a baby girl in my belly."

It took me time to grasp I'd have a little sister in a few months. After Julia was born, the house became noisier, smellier, and less tidy, but Mom was very joyful with her new 'treasure'. I was happy for my mother, but I elected to disappear from the house as often as I could, mostly playing with friends after school. Around 2 years old, Julia's crawling around the house and beginning to talk changed my mind about her, and I stayed at home longer, playing with my tiny sister. She loved me and, at every opportunity, hugged me, refusing to let me go.

My tight connection with Julia remained strong until I started college. I lived in the dorms at ASU, which was far from our house, and I arrived home once every 2 weeks.

...

As a sophomore in college, I loved my life there. Not necessarily the studies, but the atmosphere, my buddies, and the parties. I was considered 'hot' and had success with girls. I didn't like their constant gossiping and being on the phone all day, but sex with them was a pleasant escapade. My favorite girls were those with huge tits. As long as their rack was above average, I didn't care if they were short or tall, blonde or dark haired. Something in their staring-in-your-face gigantic mammaries was like a red flag to a bull.

A month after turning 19, I got a call from Mom, "Honey, please come home as soon as possible. Dad had a stroke."

I left everything, was lucky to find an available seat on a direct flight to San Diego, and was home around 10:30 pm. The house was empty, and there was a note on the kitchen table: 'We went to Scripps Mercy. Come there when you arrive.' I took an Uber and entered the hospital. Dad was lying flat on his back with Mom by his side, tearing, and the 7 year old Julia sitting on a chair, gazing at Dad. My father looked at me and had a half smile with the left side of his mouth. I kissed his forehead. My father mumbled unintelligible words. Mom said, "Leon, Dad wants to talk to you alone." She took Julia and got out of the room.

Dad tried to talk, but I could hardly understand him. In short, he told me the doctor was in his room half an hour before Mom entered, and said he had a massive stroke due to intracerebral bleeding. The doctor prescribed certain medications to be given intravenously, but the risk was high for further extension of the damage to the brain. My father pleaded with me to care for my mother and sister should the worst happen. I promised to do the best I could, even though I was sure he would have a full recovery in a short time.

Unfortunately, our prayers were unsuccessful, and Dad suffered another stroke the same night and expired the next morning. Julia was too little to grasp the meaning of what happened, but Mom and I were devastated. For a week, we were like 2 zombies at our home with distant family members constantly coming and going, bringing food, cleaning the house, and caring for Julia.

After the funeral, I recalled my father's request and decided to take 2 weeks off from school, asking permission from the teachers, and having a couple of my friends record the classes I was about to miss. We sent Julia to school while I stayed at home with Mom.

My mother was a total wreck in those first few days. She stayed mostly in bed, and when she moved from there, she wore the same old robe. I did the laundry myself, and I went shopping, buying mostly ready-made stuff that we had to heat and serve. I was the one who made sure Julia rode the bus to school, arrived home safely, and helped her with homework.

During the following weekend, I attempted to talk to Mom about slowly going back to normal, but she burst into an uncontrolled cry. I hugged her and said, "Mom, Dad loved you very much, but on the evening before he died, he predicted his demise and asked me to care for you. If you are not going to try and resume normal life, I'll have to stay here and lose a year in college. If this is what it takes, I'll do it."

She stared at my face with tears in her eyes, "Please, don't. I'll manage. Give me 24 hours and I'll be better."

My threat worked. Mom took a shower, the first one I noticed since the funeral. After an hour in the bathroom, she came out a different person: Her shoulder length dark brown hair was neatly done, and I noticed a touch of makeup too. She wore a midi style skirt with a summer blouse and looked terrific. I whistled appreciatively. She blushed, "Honey, that's not a way to show respect for your mother."

I smiled, "Sorry. For a moment, I forgot you were my mother and thought you were an attractive movie star."

She laughed. It was her first since Dad died, "You are so sweet. You made me laugh."

"Mom, I am happy to see you in a better mood, but it wasn't just a compliment. Seeing you dressed like that reminds me that my mother is a knockout."

"Leon, stop it! Young girls are knockouts. I am going to be 40 in a few months."

"These days, I see many spring chickens in college. Neither of them can measure up to you."

She grinned, hugged me tightly, and muttered, "I know you are lying, but thank you."

Her humongous tits pressed on my upper tummy and my dick began stiffening. Luckily, her hug was short, and she moved to the kitchen. I had a sigh of relief. Just imagine Mom found out her body aroused me. I would die of shame...

During dinner, Mom chatted with Julia and seemed almost like before our tragedy. I said nothing but felt good that she was improving. Just in case, I decided to stay home a couple more days. I continued helping around the house and doing the shopping while my mother gradually took over the house chores. I still caught her tearing when she thought I wasn't watching, but overall, she was on the right track to getting better.

On my last day before flying back to Arizona, I cut the grass and cleaned the garage. It was a hot day, and after finishing the work, I was sweaty and stinky. I showered and then wore only shorts around the house. Mom saw me like that and joked, "Honey, you grew up too fast. You've become a real stud. Pretty soon you'll leave me for a pretty girl." I giggled. An hour later, she took a shower. She assumed I was in my room and exited with only a large towel around her body. I gasped. She stopped in her tracks and mumbled, "Sorry I frightened you. I didn't know you were here."

"Mom, I am not frightened. I am just in awe of your voluptuous figure. You look much better than my former girlfriends."

She winked, "You are cute. I got the hint: You want something and try to butter me up."

"Mom, I am serious! It's my last day before returning to the dorms. Will you come with me to the movies?"

"Leon dear, we have Netflix at home. And if we go out, we'll need a babysitter for Julia."

"Let me talk to our neighbors. Their high school daughter once told me she needed extra money. She might agree to sit until the movie ends."

"OK. If she is available, tell me, and we'll check the movies in the nearby theaters."

I talked to Moira, and she was thrilled about the prospect of making easy money. I showed Mom the movie guide, and she chose a romantic drama. Julia wasn't happy we left her at home, claiming, "Leon, it's your last day at home, and you leave me with a nanny..."

I kissed her cheek and said, "Sorry sis, but the movie Mommy chose was PG-13, so you cannot come with us. Next time I'll come home, I'll take you with me to see what you want."

She stared at me pleadingly, "Promise?"

"I do."

"OK then."

...

By 6:30 pm, Mom came out of her bedroom. She pirouetted before me and asked, "I do not wish to embarrass you. Do I pass your test?"

I used my right hand to lift my mandible, which had fallen down when I saw her. Her short black dress hugged her body like a glove and left very little to the imagination. The 3" heel black shoes made her look slightly taller, but that wasn't the impressive part. Her narrow waist accentuated her busty chest, and my eyes were glued to her cleavage. There was no way to hide such enormous breasts in a dress like that.

Mom noticed my eyes and blurted with a smile, "Honey, my eyes are a foot higher."

I sighed, "You look stunning. Watching you like that breaks my heart. How can I ever date another girl when the most gorgeous one is right here at home?"

She grinned, "Honey, I've known you for 19 years, and only lately I hear these kinds of compliments. What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. You must have worn this dress with Dad, but I've never seen you in it before. It complements your divine body like nothing else I've ever seen. And it may be news to you, but I am a titman."

She mumbled, "Like father, like son... Let's go."

...

The theater was only half full. I bought popcorn and soda, and we sat toward the back, close to the aisle. Mom was cheerful about the movie, telling me it was with Liam Neeson, whom she liked as an actor. I couldn't remember the movie's name, but it was irrelevant: I wanted to see Mom enjoy the film and forget about Dad.

As the lights went off, she leaned on my shoulder, and murmured, "Leon darling, if my head is too heavy, let me know." Of course it wasn't. Her hair smelled nice.

We munched on the popcorn while watching the screen. Noticing we were messy, we laughed, but continued. Once Mom tried to grab the soda and spilled it between us. She bent forward, attempting to get the cup. The front of her dress separated from her chest and the creamy top of her boobs was exposed in the dim place. She leaned further and placed the popcorn and soda on the floor. My eyes were focused on her tempting tits. She caught me ogling her boobs and chuckled, "I wondered why you didn't lend a hand to help me with the spilled stuff, but now I understand. Naughty boy!" Then she rested her head again on my upper chest, and we gazed at the screen.

About 20 minutes into the movie, several intruders barged into Liam's house and threatened the wife and daughter. Mom trembled, placed her palm on my thigh, and squeezed it. I muttered, "Mom, relax, it's only a movie."

She whispered, "I don't care. It's scary."

A few minutes later, there was another frightening moment. Mom hugged my chest. Her breasts pressed hard, and the top parts protruded alarmingly above her cleavage. My cock jolted like a rocket and hardened within seconds. Mom didn't let go, and her hug became even tighter when one of the bad guys aimed a gun at the daughter's head. I was left with my erect pecker somewhat bent, and it was very painful. I sneaked a couple of fingers toward my groin to adjust my organ better, but they met Mom's palm. She thought I was trying to calm her and grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

The pain continued, and after a couple of minutes, I attempted to release my palm, but she didn't let go. I whispered, "Mom, I have to do something." She glanced at me. I moved both our palms onto my groin, opened my zipper, rearranged my stiffy, and with a sigh of relief closed it back. All that time, the back of her hand grazed against my rigid member. Mom didn't talk as her eyes were directed at my lap.

Throughout the rest of the movie, we hardly moved. I sneaked a few glimpses at her tits, but Mom didn't bend forward or leaned on me anymore. I tried to concentrate on the plot, and was partially successful, even though Mom's tits floated before my eyes more than once.

After the film ended, we went quietly toward the car. As I began driving, she stared at me with a smile, "Honey, we need to talk." I continued looking forward and mumbled, "I think you are right." She said, "Better do it at home, but let's be sure Julia is not around."

...

At 10:30 pm, when we were sure Julia was already asleep, Mom and I sat in her room to talk.

She said, "Honey, I love you, but I don't know what to do about your new obsession with me."

I mumbled, "I don't know either. I always loved you as a dedicated mother. But lately, probably because we got closer together, I feel physical attraction to you. I can control my hands, but I cannot affect my penis..."

"I don't get it. In college, you have so many beautiful girls. Why me?"

"It began with trying to make YOU feel better: Helping you emotionally and around the house. But the closer I was to you, the more I could smell you, feel your soft touch, and get an eyeful of your tempting boobs."

"Leon, not having Dad around creates a vacuum in the house, but for god's sake, you are my son. How can you even think this way?"

I muttered, "As I said; I am sorry I feel this way, but whether we like it or not, I find you irresistible. The good news: I will be most of the time in college, so I won't bother you as much."

She had tears in her eyes, "But I love you... What are we going to do when you DO come home?"

"I'll continue helping with chores, and we'll talk about anything you wish, better when Julia is around us."

She lowered her head, "... this is an unbearable punishment for me. Losing both husband and loving son almost at the same time..."

"... Mom, it doesn't have to be this way..."

"Honey, I understand what you say, and... last night I even had a dream about us. I woke up panicky. I cannot do it in good conscience. Incest is punishable by god. It's not about myself I am concerned, but about you..."

"Mom, I believe less in god and more in fate and being proactive to do what I think is right. It may be unusual to be THAT attracted to my mother, but you are not an average looking mother, and since you lost your man, I think it's natural that I'll take his place. But if you do not find me worthy of your PHYSICAL love, I'll give up."

She had a bitter smile, "Honey, your appearance is even more appealing than your father's, but that is not the issue. You are talking about me bedding my own flesh and blood. You are expecting me to let you inside the place you came out of!..."

I stood up, kissed Mom's forehead, and on the way out the door, said, "You are right. Deep down, that is exactly what I want. I want to hug you, kiss you, and love you without guilty feelings or regrets. Obviously, it's too much for you, so, despite our reluctance, we'll limit our contacts from now on."

Mom glanced at me silently, and I left the room. Early next morning, before Mom and Julia woke up, I went to the airport. My flight was supposed to leave in 4 hours, but I could not stay at home watching Mom suffer.

...

For the next 3 days, my head was elsewhere. I couldn't concentrate and fell behind on my studies. Even the nights did not offer relief; Each night, Mom would appear in a dream, waiting for me to take her to bed. The third night was even more overt: I dreamt that she came naked to my bed and we had a gentle, beautiful sex.

The following evening, I got a call from Mom. She begged me to come home that weekend. I said, "I thought we agreed on a biweekly visit."

"I want to talk again. Please..."

"OK, but if this is to see another movie together, forget about it."

Mom chuckled, "Don't worry. No need for a movie."

I arrived Friday afternoon. Julia opened the door and jumped on me, "Hey Leon, I missed you."

I lifted her in my arms and pretended to throw her far away. She giggled, "Yes, do it again!"

Then Mom opened her bedroom door and grinned, "Hi son, thanks for showing up. I promised to drive your sister to a birthday party. I'll be back soon."

Julia begged, "I want Leon to drive me." Mom looked at me, "Are you tired?"

I faked annoyance, "I'll do it, but ONLY if my bratty sister kisses me when we arrive!"

Julia jumped, "OK. I'll do it. Promise!"

I took Mom's car and drove her to the address my mother gave me. At our destination, Julia hugged me and muttered, "I like you. I'll give you 2 kisses." She kissed my right cheek and then the left, giggled, and left.

I returned home, happy that at least Julia I was able to make happy. Now the question was, what about Mom. The truth? I was worried...

I entered the front door and saw that Mom had changed her clothes from a blouse and skirt to a long white robe. I didn't like it because, unlike the blouse, which emphasized Mom's massive rack, the robe made her body shapeless. I resisted the urge to tell her my opinion about her choice of clothes and waited for her to talk.

Mom's eyes explored my face for quite a long time, and she blurted, "Honey, I thought about what you said last weekend. I was debating for a long time, not knowing what to do and not being able to discuss the subject with anybody else. Then, in the last 2 nights, I had dreams about us. In my first dream, I was nursing. I leaned back, feeling good, but gradually, the suckling turned frantic, and I became horny. I looked at my tit and saw YOUR LIPS latched to my nipple. I wanted to tell you it was inappropriate, but I couldn't talk, and you continued milking me until I came. I woke up embarrassed. And the following night, my dream was different: I was in the shower, soaping myself. All of a sudden, you were behind me. You took the soap out of my hand, guided me to lean with my elbows on the wall, and started soaping my shoulders and back. Your touch was very soft and sensual. I remember groaning. You reached my lower back and, with no hesitation, you continued to rub my butt cheeks. It felt more like a pleasant massage than soaping. I gave in to your touch and closed my eyes. Next, you did my legs. When you were done, you slowly turned me to face you. I was blushing, but I could do nothing. My body was frozen. You began with my legs and gingerly moved up. You skipped my cunt and went to my tummy. And then I saw your eyes mesmerized by my udders, as your hands started tweaking them. I tried to tell you that your hands didn't have soap anymore, but I couldn't. Your palms cupped my tits, kneaded them, and then you leaned and took one nipple in your mouth. You nibbled on it hungrily, telling me it was very tasty. All I could do was watch what you were doing. Next, I felt your hand moving down my body as you mumbled, 'I forgot to soap your pussy.' Your touch was delicate at first, but pretty soon it turned more rapid until your finger hit my clitty and I exploded. I woke up sweaty, not comprehending what was happening to me. I was in shock that night after night, I was fantasizing about an intimate encounter with you. The whole day, I could not get rid of the image of you playing with my body like a violin. I was aroused at such a high level, that I could not concentrate on anything else. That was the time I decided to talk to you on the phone."

I hugged her lightly, "Mom, I love you more than anybody in the world. What do you want me to do?"

She had a crooked smile, and whispered, "Darling, I've missed you more than I let myself admit. I miss you around here, I miss your naughty jokes, and... I crave your body. So, if you still find me attractive, I think I am ready. Initially, my principles and morals vetoed anything I wanted. However, I am done fighting. The dreams push me in your direction. I can't deny you anymore..."

I lifted her chin gently and saw tears in her eyes. I kissed her lips tenderly, and they spread for me. My tongue explored her warm, moist mouth and looped around hers in a loving dance. Mom moaned and pressed her front into me. My pole extended and poked her tummy. Next, I felt her fingers lightly touching my covered prick.

I said, "Mom, I want you so much! Are you sure?..."

I cupped her tits and softly massaged them. They were smooth, warm, and inviting. The darker nipples called my lips. I knelt down, grabbed the right one, and wrapped my lips around it. As I began suckling, Mom shook and wobbled. I stood up, took her in my arms, and laid her gently on her bed. I undressed, as her eyes ogled every part of my body. I joined her on the bed and kissed her lightly again.

She mumbled, "Honey, I am very horny. Please don't let me wait too long..."

I was aroused as well, but it was the first time with Mom, and I didn't want to screw it up. I cautiously mounted her and noted her eyes were tightly shut. I kissed her earlobe and then the side of her neck. She shivered and murmured, "Oh, honey..." I continued south, licking and then sucking on her pointy nipple, feeling it harden further. I moved down still, kissing her pretty navel before meeting her dark bush. The hair was neatly cut and soft to the touch. It hid the upper parts of her lower lips, which were wet and waiting for their turn to participate in the action. I lapped her tangy juices, loving both the aroma and the taste. My tongue penetrated her labia, licking the moist inside as her hands pulled my face even deeper. Her clitoris was bigger than I expected, likely swollen, and when my tongue met it, all hell broke loose: Mom's torso extended, almost creating a bridge form, before shuddering violently. Her amazing tits bounced all over the place until I got a hold of them and tweaked them with both hands.

I let Mom enjoy her orgasm for like 10 minutes before moving up on her body, parting her legs, and shoving my raging tool into her hungry pussy. It wasn't too tight for my thick, 7.5" rod. It was just right. I began pounding her vagina, hearing her noises turn louder and then whimper. I accelerated my thrusts, attempting to get as deep as possible in her tunnel. My horniness rose exponentially the longer I continued my strokes. When I knew I was close, I intensified my drilling one more time and then my organ began spasming, filling her pussy with billions of swimming sperms. Releasing my load into her accepting vagina gave me the same feeling Genghis Khan must have had when he conquered half of Europe... I was exhausted but happy like never before: At last, Mom was all mine! I was now really the man of the house...

Mom's eyes were closed for almost 20 minutes while her pulse rate and respiration slowly returned to normal. My fingers gently traced her body parts, admiring her perfect figure. As I reached her mammaries, I couldn't resist, and munched on them one after the other like a true titman.

Mom's eyes continued to be closed, but I heard her chuckle, "Honey, be careful, you'll get addicted to my tits."

"Sorry, Mom, but it's too late. Once I saw and touched them, my initial obsession turned into addiction. From now on, what used to be YOUR BREASTS, are now MINE. Take it or... take it!"

She giggled, "You are a bad son. You leave me no options."

"That's your punishment for allowing me to taste your ambrosia and nectar. I never go back to regular food again."

Mom nuzzled her face into my chest and mumbled, "And how should I explain your new diet to Julia?"

"At dinner, I'll pretend to eat with you two, but later, when she goes to sleep, I'll have the real food of the gods."

She smiled, "Darling, you were excellent. I loved the way you played me, and especially the strong climax I experienced, but if you plan to use my body like that each time Julia is not around, I won't survive for long. I may die with a big smile on my face, but YOUR pleasure will be cut short."

"Taking your speech into consideration, I vow not to abuse your heavenly body more than 3 times a day."

She laughed hard, "You are so greedy. Are you ever going to be sated?"

"It's YOUR fault. If you had a figure of an average lady, I might have felt differently, but your divine body has smell, taste, and touch that I adore. Life is short, and I intend to take as much as I can while we can."

Mom climbed onto my midsection and stared into my eyes. I gazed at her eyes, but within seconds, my eyes moved down to her desired tits. I raised my upper body and started sucking one of her nipples. She held the back of my head and whispered, "My baby..."

...

On Saturday, I woke up by Julia, who jumped on my bed at 7 am and shouted, "Leon, it's beautiful outside. Mom is still asleep. I want to ride my bike in the park."

With my eyes still half closed, I mumbled, "Baby, better wait an hour, eat breakfast, and then go outside. The fresh air will be good for Mom."

"OK. But until then, play with me. Jonah taught me checkers. I think I can beat you."

"No way, Jose! A girl will never beat me in a smart game like checkers."

She giggled and brought the game box to my bed. As we played, I did my best to align my pieces in a way that she could take them one by one, and at certain times, even 2 at a time. I pretended to be upset at my mistakes and jealous of her skills. She mocked me, "Big brother, you are such a klutz. I am a genius." After letting her win twice, I lifted her in the air, and rolled her over while she was laughing her heart out.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mom showed up. She saw me playing and tickling Julia and grinned, "Leon, I missed you when you were gone, but Julia felt your absence even more. You were like little Daddy to her. You were the only one who let her win all the time. Thanks for being here for her."

I furrowed my brows, "Lady, as the man of the house, I own everything inside: The clothes, the TV, Julia, the goat I plan to bring home, and even you."

Mom chuckled, "Julia, look at your brother, the Teddy Bear. Nobody is afraid of him. Let's gang up on him!" A moment later, I was under a pillow attack from both sides. I raised my hands and gave up, "Girls, you win. Sorry for everything I said. Now get out. I'll dress up and then we'll have breakfast. After that, if Julia lets me win our next checkers game, we'll stroll in the park."

My little sister jumped on me, "I promise."

"Good, now go help Mom prepare breakfast."

As we ate in the kitchen, my closest hand wandered under the table toward Mom's thighs. She gave me 'the look'. I winked and removed my hand.

In the park, Julia rode her small bike in front of us, while Mom folded her arm in mine. I whispered, "Mom, I love you very much." She grinned, squeezed my arm, and murmured, "I don't believe you, bad boy. I expect to see the proof later." The walk in the park was pleasant. We stayed there almost 2 hours, including sitting on a bench, watching the Canadian geese and ducks searching for food, munching on sandwiches Mom prepared earlier at home, and I, attempting to catch Julia riding fast on her two wheels.

When we returned home, Julia was very tired and fell asleep almost immediately. Mom was preparing lunch by the sink. I sneaked behind her, kissed her neck softly, and cupped her breasts, "Lady, you are mine now. No escape for you. EVER!"

She laughed, "You better let go, or one of us will be cut by the knife I am using here."

I whined, "You are not fair. You are mine and refuse my advances."

She wiggled her butt cheeks on my growing boner and blurted, "Honey, be good. I'll finish here in 15 minutes, put the meat in the oven, and then we'll have 40 minutes for hanky panky."

I opened the TV and started watching a game. I became immersed in it and haven't noticed Mom coming at me from behind. As I sat on the sofa, she stood behind me, bent down, and her enormous tits trapped my head in between. She said, "You are my prisoner now. I expect you to submit to all my demands or else!..."

I smiled, "Yes, boss."

"Come to my bedroom, lock the door behind you, undress, and give me the best you have."

"Mistress, I obey."

Ten minutes later, we rolled in her bed like 2 animals in heat.

She teased me, "How does my man want me?"

"You behave like a hungry bitch. I think doggy style will be adequate..."

"Shame on you. In that position, you'll see my butt."

"I love you butt almost as much as your titties."

Mom murmured, "The closer we become, the more you behave like your father. He used to love my behind as well. I am blushing just thinking about what we did together..."

"Tell me."

"I can't. It's embarrassing."

"It doesn't matter if it's embarrassing or not. The question is if you liked it."

She whispered, "Very much..."

"What did you do?"

"I can't..."

"MOM!!!"

"... he used to spank my ass cheeks, and..."

"And what?"

"And even penetrated my anus..."

"Mom, if you both enjoyed it, there is no shame in it!"

"But I do."

Next, I placed Mom on all 4 and inserted my tumescent tool into her drenched vagina. I started riding her while pinching lightly her sensitive nipples. She groaned and countered my movements. I wetted my left index finger in her abundant juices, and gingerly invaded her puckered hole. She gasped, but soon after her groans turned louder. I fingered her butt hole at an increasing speed, feeling her breathing becoming labored.

Next, I leaned into her and hissed in her ear, "You are a real hungry bitch. Your behavior deserves punishment."

She didn't answer, but her noises turned into whimpers.

I continued relentless ramming her pussy and fingering her ass with my left, while I spanked her right butt cheek with my right. Mom was about to scream, but then she put her thumb in her mouth, and it muffled her noise. I waited a couple of seconds and slapped her left cheek slightly harder. She moaned. Gradually, my slaps turned harder. Two minutes later, Mom convulsed, her knees gave up, and she landed on the bed, trembling uncontrollably. I came soon after in her pussy ejaculating gallons of slimy stuff deep inside.

We rested for a while, and then Mom hugged me, "Son, I loved the way you made me feel. I am still surprised at myself, as to how fast you turned from a loving SON to a... MOTHERFUCKER..."

I giggled, "I never expected to hear this expression from you."

She blushed, "I know. And did you imagine one day you'd probe my anus?..."

"Not really." I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "In the last few days, I learned new things: Expectations may change. At any time, life can throw us a curveball. Dad's demise was a very bad one, but having you was a very fulfilling one."

We spooned in bed for another 10 minutes, and then Mom rushed to the bathroom, saying, "Julia will wake up soon, and I have to remove the food from the oven before it burns."

After dinner, Julia insisted that I play with her. I agreed on condition she'd spare me another agony of defeat. Julia giggled, "What can I do if I am smarter than you?"

I tickled her and blurted, "If you don't let me win once in a while, I'll continue tickling you until you pee in your pants." She continued laughing and was gracious, telling me she'd let me win once. She agreed to go to sleep a little before 10 pm. I checked on her at 10:15. She was sound asleep, and her monotonous respirations verified it.

I went to Mom's bedroom. She had on sheer red lingerie and grinned, "It took you so long that I thought you chose to skip my bed and get instead a quiet, good, long night's sleep."

"In your dreams. Even while playing with Julia, your terrific body haunted me. I did everything in my power to convince her to go to sleep earlier, but she resisted, saying that after tomorrow, I'd be back in Arizona."

"OK, sonny, get to bed. I am soaked already."