Do You Want To Go Upstairs?

This story is a work of fiction that is based on a real interview, where a reporter interviewed an anonymous man who had regular sex with his mother. This story is purely my imagination of what daily life could have been like for that man and his mother. This is not a romance story, as the son made it very clear they had no romantic interest in each other, despite having sex on a regular basis for years. Every premise in the story originated from that interview; however, the details and names are fictional.

Once again, this is not a romantic story; this is more of a clip reel of how I imagine a real-life mother and son went from normal-familial relationship to regular-sex-partners, and back to a normal-familial relationship.

All characters in the story are 18 or older.

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"Aaaaah fuck, it hurts! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed in pain, as doctors prepared me for surgery. I was panicking badly, as my jagged bones were jutting out of my skin in multiple places along both arms. The injury was the result of my motorcycle running into the back of a truck that had made a sudden stop on the highway. My mind swam in a blur of pain until finally a mask came down over my face and the world quickly went black.

I didn't remember how many times I drifted in and out of consciousness. I was vaguely aware there were people around me, but that was about it. Later, I learned that the medical staff had me in a drug-induced coma for three days while my broken bones were fully set in place.

When I finally woke up on the fourth day, I was surrounded by medical staff. As I started to cough, I could feel that something was lodged in my throat, which only intensified my coughing. The nurses moved towards me and took out a long breathing tube, opening up my throat and intensifying my coughing fit.

All I could do was moan as a dull throbbing pain covered my whole body as the medical staff backed away. Rushing to fill their place were my mom and dad, both in tears, saying how much they loved me and how grateful they were that I was still alive.

Over the following days, I learned more about my motorcycle accident, and although both my arms were shattered, it was luckily the only major damage to my body. There was some internal bleeding, bruises everywhere, but overall, the tuck and roll I did as I landed on the ground ended up saving me from a worse outcome.

The good news was that I was alive and would eventually make a full recovery. The bad news was that both of my arms would be in a cast for at least three months, if not longer. This was an immediate problem when I got sponge baths from the nurses. The doctors informed my parents that for three months, they would have to bathe me.

***

After about a week, I was discharged from the hospital and returned home with my parents. I couldn't attend work or school, so for the first two days, I just watched TV and slept. On my third day home, my mother walked past me and started sniffing the air.

She looked down at me to confirm the source of the smell. "I guess we can't put this off any longer," she said, "come on, let's get upstairs and clean you up." My mom helped me to my feet and guided me towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, mom's face was stoic as she undressed me. She removed all my clothing and placed my arms in plastic bags to protect my casts. If she was uncomfortable, she didn't show it. Mom was five-foot-five-inches tall and weighed about one-hundred-ten-pounds with b-cup breasts. She was plain, with brown hair and dressed modestly most of the time. She was also a very matter-of-fact woman. Often, she didn't understand sarcasm because she took things very literally. Just like she was right then, cleaning her nude son was a very clinical act for mom, nothing she would get embarrassed about.

I, on the other hand, did get embarrassed. It felt weird for me to be nude in front of mom as she washed my body, going from top to bottom, starting with my hair, then working her way down to my neck, then under my armpits and down my torso.

Her hands were very soft and felt great against my skin. I didn't really feel any sexual charge, but my body reacted all the same. I felt myself start to blush as mom finally worked her way down to my crotch, where she found my penis fully erect.

"Sorry, mom."

"It's okay, sweetie, it's a natural reaction," she said, continuing to clean me, running the soap up and down the length of my shaft a couple of times, then rinsing it off with water, again using her hands to make sure all the suds were gone.

As mom cleaned my cock, I let out an involuntary moan. "Sorry," I said, again embarrassed that I had gotten turned on by my mother.

"It's okay, Tony, it's a natural reaction to a woman rubbing her hands on you. You don't have to make this awkward by apologizing all the time."

"You're right, mom. I'll stop." I did stop; we finished out the bath without saying another word. Mom helped me get dressed, and I sighed in relief, knowing that it would be three days before I had to go through that again.

***

I had been home for two weeks, and it had been almost three weeks since the accident. This was only the fifth bath my mother had given me, but it was a bit different. When she started washing my cock, I moaned a little louder than usual. Then, on impulse, I made a brash request.

"Mom, can you rub that area a little longer, please?"

Mom paused, thinking about what I just said. "I don't know, Tony. It's fine for me to wash it, but I don't think I should be rubbing it for pleasure." Mom delivered her answer in her usual flat tone of voice, telling me she was thinking about this clinically and had decided to leave me hanging.

I bottled up my frustration. I knew mom was right and that it wasn't appropriate for her to rub on my cock, but the pressure in my balls was still building, and I didn't have any way to take care of it myself.

I kept silent anyway and allowed mom to finish bathing me.

***

Another week passed, and I was getting increasingly frustrated with everything. I snapped at my parents over the most minor things, and I argued with anyone who got in my way. I was going nuts not having gotten off in almost a month.

"Hey, Tony, let's get you a bath," Mom said out of the blue, one day.

"What? Why? I don't want a bath; you gave me one yesterday," I snapped back at her with anger in my voice, anger that my mom did not deserve.

"I know, Tony, but I talked things over with your father, and I think it's best I give you a bath today."

"Why?" I snapped back, angry that she wanted me to move from the couch.

"Just trust me," Mom replied, then moved to help me to my feet.

Once on my feet, I let out a loud grunt as I stomped my way to the bathroom.

Mom started with her usual, scrubbing my hair with shampoo and conditioner. Then she moved her hands down my body as she washed every square inch of me. However, when she reached my cock, instead of soaping it up and giving it a slight rinse, mom wrapped her hand around my seven-inch manhood and kept it there.

"Tony, I talked to your dad, and we both feel you have been so grumpy because you're a young man who can't get any sexual release. We decided it would be best if I helped you out with a hand job during our bath times. Is that okay with you?"

I was silent for a moment. Mom's tone of voice had been its usual flat self. She acted as if giving her son a hand job was a chore as routine as taking out the trash.

"Are you being serious right now, mom?"

"Yes, your dad and I both think you will be a lot more pleasant around the house if you're able to get off a few times a week."

I thought for a second, then simply said, "Okay, let's do it."

I moaned again as mom started to move her hand up and down my shaft. Her soft hand felt like a velvet glove moving its way up and down my cock. Mom didn't say anything, or fondle my balls, she simply rubbed my cock until I felt my balls start to contract.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ahhhh!" I bellowed, as the pressure started to build. My breathing picked up its pace as mom's hand moved back and forth, until suddenly, I was pushed over the edge, sending a blast of hot, white liquid out of the head of my cock and against the wall of the shower. Mom kept pumping me dry, allowing the last little dribble of cum to cover her hand before she let go of my cock.

Mom rinsed off her hands in the shower water, then looked at me and said, "Do you feel better?"

"Oh, yes. Wow, I didn't realize I was that backed up. Thanks, mom."

"That's good, it's only natural at your age." Mom didn't say anything else as she finished bathing me.

***

My bathing routine with mom went on for a couple of weeks, but I was starting to get angsty and aggressive again. Mom masturbating me in the shower once every three days just wasn't enough, when I was used to getting off at least once a day, at a minimum.

While sitting on the couch next to mom, I was getting horny watching the TV series Friends. The women's nipples kept poking out through their shirts and it was making me extremely hard. I needed relief, but my regular shower wasn't until tomorrow. On a whim, I asked mom a question.

"Hey, mom, do you want to go upstairs?" I asked, immediately cringing inside.

"Go upstairs and do what?" Mom asked, still half paying attention to the show.

I didn't say anything, I simply looked at the tent in my pants.

"Tony, what did you want to go upstairs to do?" Mom asked again, this time looking directly at me.

I hesitated for a moment again, but finally said, "I just thought maybe I could get a bath today."

"But it only been..." mom stopped mid-sentence, as her eyes locked onto the tent in my shorts. "Oh, I see. I guess I don't see any harm in getting a bath today."

A sense of relief washed over me. I had been afraid to ask my mother for more. The fact that she agreed so easily to my request felt wonderful. Mom followed me upstairs and we proceeded with our regular bath routine, orgasm and all.

***

Mom adjusted our bath schedule to every other day, instead of every three days. This lasted for about another two weeks before I started asking for more days, then more days, until I eventually got a bath from my mother every night before bed. It had been eight weeks since my accident, and I was being masturbated by my mother nearly every day.

I only had three weeks left in my casts when my parents had a business function to attend, which would keep them out all night. Mom was wearing a silk black dress that stopped at her knees and covered her shoulders, but left her arms exposed. It was classy, while also showing off her petite frame.

I was hanging out in my room when mom walked in to check on me before she and dad left for the evening.

"Hey, Tony, do you have everything you need?" mom asked.

I looked around the room. Everything I needed for the night was already in there, but when mom walked in, a sudden stirring developed in my groin. "Almost everything mom," I said, as I looked at my tenting pants. It was a weird feeling. I wasn't sexually attracted to my mother like I was with my past girlfriends, but these days, I would get an erection when mom was around. My body had been conditioned to see her as my form of release.

Mom glanced at my crotch, then at her watch, then back at me. "I guess I have time to take care of that. No bath this time, we need to take care of it here."

I was shocked. "Umm, okay, thank you," was all I managed to say, as mom pulled down my shorts and underwear, then proceeded to rub my dry dick up and down.

"Oh, mom, that's a bit rough," I said, wincing.

"Oh sorry, Tony, do you have any lube?" Mom looked at me, still moving her hand up and down my cock, but this time, much more gently as she spread my pre-cum to help lubricate me.

"Sorry, mom, I don't."

Mom thought for a moment, then I saw her mouth move as she suddenly spit on my cock. The saliva provided more lubricant and allowed her hand to then glide up and down my dick more easily.

"Oooh, that feels better," I moaned, as mom's hand started to work its magic. But it didn't work for long before my dick was dry again. Mom felt the tugging on my skin, then spit on my cock again, allowing her hand to move more freely.

"Tony, how close are you?" Mom asked after a few more minutes of rubbing me.

"Mom, you feel good, but I'm not that close," I said, starting to worry that mom was going to leave me with blue balls.

Mom looked at her watch again and let out a sigh. Assuming I was about to be left hanging, I laid my head back and tried to enjoy the last few strokes of mom's hand.

Mom then removed her hand from my cock.

Knowing it was over for the night, I felt more frustrated than ever that my arms were locked in casts, but right when my emotions were about to turn sour again, I felt an amazing heat cover my cock.

"Ooooooh!" I moaned, as my eyes shot open to the sight of the top of mom's perfectly combed hair bobbing up and down on my cock. "Oh, shit that feels good."

Mom's mouth moved up and down my cock, working a little more in each time, until I felt the tip hit the back of mom's throat... then it kept going.

Holy shit, mom knows how to deepthroat, I thought to myself, as I kept moaning in pleasure.

I didn't last long, less than a minute after my dick went down mom's throat, I was being pushed over the edge. "Mom, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

Mom didn't take her mouth off my cock; she just moved it out of her throat and pumped the base of my dick while her mouth sucked on the head.

"Ohhh shiiiit," I moaned, as I fired ropes of cum into my mother's waiting mouth. I writhed in pleasure on my bed, as mom drank my cum, her tongue kept moving up and down my shaft trying to coax more out of me.

When I was drained, mom pulled up my pants and looked at her watch again. "Good, I got just enough time to touch up my makeup. Did you need anything else before we go, Tony?" she asked, matter-of-factly.

"No, mom, I think I'm good," I said, as I watched mom stand up and turn to leave my room.

***

I stopped getting daily baths after that first blowjob. Instead, for the last three weeks my arms were in casts, I alternated from getting a hand job in the shower one night and getting a blowjob in my bed the next night, complete with mom swallowing.

During all this time, mom never complained about providing me with sexual services. She acted like it was an item on her household chore list. However, all good things must eventually come to an end. The day had arrived to get my casts removed.

As the saw was cutting through my cast, I looked at my hand sticking out the end. At one time, I was glad I would be able to use them again. On the other hand, I was disappointed that it wasn't going to be the soft hands of a woman pleasuring me at night anymore.

"All right, this arm is all done," the doctor said, as I felt the cast pull away, allowing fresh air to reach my skin for the first time in months. "Take it slow, let me know how it feels."

I was expecting to feel a great sense of relief, and at first, I did, but before I could open my mouth, a wave of nausea overtook me, so all that came out was a 'blurp', as I tried to stop myself from throwing up.

"That's typical," the doctor said. "Your body's blood pressure just changed, you're going to feel a little nauseous, and you're definitely going to feel stiff and swollen for a while. You have to take it easy, your arms are ready to be moving again, but they are not yet ready for any real kind of work yet."

"Okay," I said, my head finally recovering as my blood pressure evened out. "I think I'm ready for the second cast to come off."

The doctor removed the second cast and this time, I did throw up into the basket the nurse was holding for me. I left the doctor's office feeling a little embarrassed about getting sick over a cast removal, but I was happy to finally be able to move my arms again.

That evening, mom approached me. "Are you going to be okay on your own tonight?" she said, with a small worried tone in her voice.

At first, I didn't understand, but quickly realized she was talking about the blowjob I would have gotten tonight if my casts were still on. I really had enjoyed her help, but I didn't want to be any more of a burden on her than I had to be. I simply replied, "Yeah, I think I can take care of myself." Then I turned and headed to bed.

It turned out I couldn't take care of myself. The muscles in my arms had atrophied and would need rehab work in order to move properly again. Not only that, but my cock had adapted to mom's soft hands and warm mouth, so my rough, man hands weren't doing the trick.

I tried to hold off and make it work for three nights, but all I succeeded in doing was edging myself three nights in a row, which only built my frustration level. During the day, my parents noticed my mounting tension, but they didn't say anything.

On the fourth day after getting my casts removed, I finally broke. Early that morning, right after dad left for work, I turned to mom, and asked, "Hey, do you want to go upstairs?"

Mom looked at me for a moment before replying, "Sure, Tony, let's go upstairs." Mom finished cleaning up the kitchen table, then followed me upstairs to my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, I stopped and turned to mom expecting her to start taking off my shorts. She just looked back at me, thinking for a second before saying, "I think you should undress yourself from now on, since you're able to now."

"Okay, no problem," I said, as I shrugged my shoulders and removed my shirt and bottoms. Mom pointed to the bed, so I lay down, waiting for her to take her position.

I watched mom kneel beside the bed, while her hair draped over my cock. Then lowering her head, I felt mom's tongue lick up the bottom side of my shaft, before twirling around the head of my cock. "Oooh, that feels so good." I moaned, feeling real pleasure on my cock for the first time in days.

Mom kept swirling her tongue around my cock head, as her left hand reached for my balls and started fondling them.

"Yesssss," I said, reacting to what was by then a familiar pattern. Instinctively, my hand reached out and I found myself placing it on the back of mom's head.

Mom didn't flinch when my hand was suddenly applying pressure, she simply loosened her throat and allowed my cock to slip past her uvula and slide down the back of her throat. The added feeling of control excited me, as I gently pressed my mother further down my cock.

Mom added to the new sensation. Moving her free hand, she reached up and started lightly scratching my chest in small circles. The little detail, all by itself, caused my balls to stir.

As mom fondled my balls and chest, I released pressure on mom's head to bring her back up my shaft, then applied pressure to force her back down my shaft. I controlled the speed of mom sucking my cock; the control was too much for me to handle and soon, I was blasting rope after rope of white, hot sperm directly down my mother's throat.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting, as mom finished cleaning my cock with her mouth.

"Feel better, Tony?" mom asked as she stood up from the side of my bed.

"A lot better, thanks, mom."

"Okay, sweetie, I'm going to finish cleaning up breakfast now."

I took a quick fifteen-minute post-orgasm nap before getting started with my day. Later that evening, I was watching Friends again with both of my parents, when my cock started to form a visible tent from watching the women on the show.

A dirty thought crossed my mind as I looked over at my mom, who was half asleep, leaning against my dad. Something inside me told me it was okay to push my luck, so I did.

"Hey, mom. Mom," I said, waking her up out of her half-asleep state.

"Yes, Tony," she answered, looking at me.

I quickly glanced at dad who was still watching TV, then I looked back at mom. "Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked. I held my breath waiting for a reply. I couldn't believe my audacity, asking mom for a second blowjob in one day, and I believed it even less, knowing I had asked right in front of dad.

Mom thought it over for only a moment before saying, "Sure, let's go."

A rush of joy overcame me as I followed mom back to my room. For the second time in the same day, I shot a load of cum down mom's throat.

***

Life settled into a new normal routine; it wasn't much different from what life was like before the motorcycle accident. I went to school, managed to return to work, hung out with my friends like normal, and did pretty much everything else you would expect a guy my age to be doing.

The only thing that was different was that I didn't masturbate anymore. It had been two months since my casts had been removed, and I was still receiving regular blowjobs from mom, five or six days a week. Sometimes, twice a day, but usually just once, since I didn't want to impose on mom too much.

There were no wild stories of our blowjob sessions. It was the same every time.

I would ask mom, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

She said yes nearly every single time. Then, I would undress myself, and lie down on the bed, while she kneeled next to me and started sucking on my cock. Mom never showed any excitement nor disgust for sucking my cock. The entire time, it seemed like a household chore for her to accomplish.

Things changed one day when I came home early from work, a little worked up from one of my female coworkers flirting with me. I hadn't made up my mind if I wanted to ask her out or not, but regardless, the flirting had caused me to arrive home sporting a hard-on.

When I came through the door, mom was cleaning the living room, clearly in a tense mood. She turned her attention to me walking through the front door, then down at my pants, then locked her eyes onto me.

For the first time, mom asked, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

I was a little dumbfounded, all I managed to say was, "Sure."

Mom set down her cleaning supplies on the table, then walked towards me, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs to my room. Once in my room, I undressed myself and lay on the bed.

It was only a few seconds before I felt mom's warm mouth engulf my already hard dick. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned, eyes closed, as mom quickly deepthroated my cock, bobbing her head slightly up and down.

Suddenly, mom removed her mouth, and cold air surrounded my dick. I opened my eyes to the sight of mom standing by the bed, wearing her white T-shirt and bra, but nothing else. For the first time, I got a clear view of mom's pussy, as she lifted her leg up and over my body, getting herself into a mounting position.

"Don't talk and try not to cum too fast," Mom said, as she reached between us, taking hold of my dick and guided it to the entrance of her vagina. As my cock head slipped into mom's sex for the first time, we both moaned in pleasure.

Mom placed her hands on my chest to steady herself as she slowly worked her pussy down my cock, while I reached up and took both breasts in my hands, feeling their softness through mom's t-shirt and bra.

I felt my cock pressing against mom's cervix, causing mom to wince in pain for a short moment before she lowered herself even more, bottoming out, resting her ass on my balls.

"Give me just a second to adjust, baby."

"Okay, mom."

"Hey, I said don't talk," Mom chastised me.

Looking at her face, I noticed mom's eyes had been closed the whole time. I obeyed her wish and lay there, balls deep inside my mother, as her pussy adjusted itself around my dick.

I listened as mom breathed heavily in and out for a moment, as I felt her start to rotate her hips.

"Okay, baby, just hold out as long as you can for me," she said.

My cock was in heaven; I was inside a pussy without a condom for the first time. With my three previous girlfriends, I had always used a condom for sex; I had no idea how good a woman actually felt. I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

Mom's motion was steady; she was slowly working herself to her orgasm, but mine was approaching much more rapidly. The velvety texture and heat of mom's pussy was too much for me to handle. As I reached down and grabbed mom's waist, I thrust back up into her, pumping her pussy a few times before I unloaded my balls into mom's womb for the first time.

"Ohhhhhh shiiit," I moaned, as my cock spurt rope after rope of sperm into my own mother. After a moment, I relaxed back on the bed and felt mom dismount me.

Thinking I had disappointed her, I was feeling bad about my performance. Suddenly, I felt my slowly deflating cock being wrapped around in the warmth of mom's mouth again. "Ohhhh fuck, that's sensitive!" I yelped, reaching down for mom's head.

She batted my hands away, as her mouth brought my overly sensitive cock back to full mast. "Young men are good for multiple rounds, if not much else," she said, as she mounted me again.

I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as mom's pussy lowered onto my cock for the second time. This time, I pushed up on mom's t-shirt and bra, removing both, and allowing my hands to grab onto her bare breasts as she moved her hips in a methodical circle. There wasn't much excitement about it, as neither one of us said anything.

After a while, mom's hips started to move a little faster and faster, as she focused on one spot inside her pussy, then let out a tiny squeal," "Ohhh fuuuck," as her body tensed up, sending her over the edge of a small but satisfying orgasm. Mom slowly lowered herself onto my body, resting her breasts to my chest.

I wrapped my mom in a hug, as I let her rest on top of me, my cock still hard and inserted inside of her. After a couple of minutes, she came out of her orgasmic stupor and kissed my cheek. It was a surprisingly motherly kiss, given the fact my dick was still firmly lodged inside of her.

"Tony, if you want to get off a second time, go for it. I got what I needed."

Keeping with the no talking rule, I wordlessly moved mom to the missionary position, reinserting myself inside her and casually thrust in and out of her vaginal canal until I pushed myself over the edge again, and deposited a second load of cum into mom's pussy.

I rested on top of mom for a minute before rolling off. Once off her, mom kissed my cheek again and got dressed. Humming, she left the room and resumed cleaning the house.

***

Nothing really changed after mom and I had sex. We acted normally around the house, like a regular mother and son. We weren't affectionate in public any more than you would expect a mother and son to be. We didn't even talk about sex in private between ourselves.

The only two things that changed were-- instead of getting a blowjob five or six days a week, I then only got a blowjob two or three days a week, while I had sex with mom three or four days a week, either in the missionary or riding position.

The other thing that changed was that mom had started initiating half of our sex sessions. Roughly twice a week, mom would be the one to ask me, "Do you want to go upstairs." During those times, I would eat her out to orgasm, then allow her to ride me to a second orgasm, before we switched to missionary so I could reach my climax. But during the times where I was the one who asked to go upstairs, it was either a blow job or a simple missionary fuck, where I released the built-up tension in my balls into mom's pussy; she never asked to reach her own orgasm on those days. It really did seem like we were both replacing our masturbation habits with each other's bodies.

This new sex arrangement went on for about two months. The next change occurred when I left my part-time job for a better one. Since my attractive female coworker, Tammy, wasn't going to be my coworker anymore, I decided to ask her out on a date, and she said yes.

Tammy and I hit it off pretty well. Within a week, we had had sex with each other for the first time, and within three weeks, we were spending on average three nights a week with each other, having sex most nights we were together.

Sex with my mom didn't stop, I didn't really feel a need to stop; besides, now that I was dating Tammy, mom had become the one initiating most of our sessions. I enjoyed being the one to help her work out her sexual tension and frustration, instead of relying on a dildo or vibrator to do the job.

Sex with mom slowed from three to four nights a week, down to once or twice a week for seven months while I dated Tammy. What sparked it back up was my breakup with Tammy.

It had become clear by month five that Tammy wasn't going to be the girl who would turn into my wife, but I was still enjoying hanging out and having sex with her, so I let things drag out for another two months, until we had a big emotional breakup at her house.

That night, I returned home with tears running down my face. I had known it was going to end for a while, but that didn't stop it from hurting when the end finally came. When I walked through the door, mom and dad were sitting on the couch together, and turned their heads to look at my pathetic self walk through the door.

"Tony, you look like shit," Dad said, not making me feel any better.

"Oh, Tony, what happened?" Mom asked, concern in her voice as she got up and rounded the couch to hug me.

"I'm okay, I just broke up with Tammy, is all."

"Oh, my poor baby, come sit," Mom said, ushering me to the couch. She went and got us three drinks, as I sat and talked to my parents for a bit about the breakup.

After thirty minutes, I was feeling a bit better when Mom asked, "Tony, is there anything we can do to make you feel better, baby?"

I shook my head.

"Are you sure?" Mom asked again. Then she looked at Dad, then back at me. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

A little shocked by the question, it took me a moment to realize what she had asked. I honestly didn't feel like having sex and was about to turn her down, when dad got off the coach and said, I'll let you take it from here, honey," then left the room.

I still hadn't said yes when I found myself being led up the stairs by mom and into my bedroom. By muscle memory, I undressed myself, but I still wasn't hard, until I turned around and looked at mom.

I'd obviously known that Mom was attractive for a woman in her early forties, but I'd never let myself just admire her body. For the first time, I noticed the soft curves of her waist and the gentle slope of her breasts. My broken heart started idealizing mom as I watched her undress.

Turning towards my nude mother, I wrapped her up in my arms, and said, "Thank you for this mom, I love you." Even as the words came out of my mouth, they felt awkward, but I pushed through the awkwardness as I lowered my lips to hers.

Mom initially tensed up as our lips met, but she soon relaxed and let my probing tongue enter her mouth. I explored her mouth as I led her to the bed, pushing her down on her back. Mom opened her legs for me, allowing my cock a clear path to her pussy.

My lips remained locked with my mother's, as I penetrated her sex and started pumping in and out of her with wild abandon. Mom grunted every little discomfort into my mouth as I abused her pussy, trying to forget the pain of breaking up with Tammy.

I forcefully pulled mom's arms above her head and locked them into place by her wrists as my hips thrust in and out of her, and my mouth remained locked to hers. Mom wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeply inside of her to a rhythm.

For several minutes, the room was filled with the sound of my balls slamming into mom's taint and our grunts, as I gave mom a more aggressive fuck than I ever had before. It wasn't long before I was moaning into mom's mouth while my cum was blasting into her pussy.

After my breathing settled down, mom turned to her side and started gently rubbing on my softening cock. "Are you feeling better, sweetie?" she asked in a very motherly tone of voice.

"Yeah, a little better, mom."

"Okay... would you mind if I took a turn?" she asked.

"Go for it mom," I said, then watched as mom mounted me and guided my half-hard cock into her soaked pussy.

Once I was balls deep inside my mother again, she looked down on me, clearly thinking about something. I looked at her eyes and recognized that she had made a decision. Mom then lowered her head to me and restarted our making out, as she rode my cock until we both had an orgasm.

Mom and I ended up going for a third round later that night, and it also ended up being the one and only time mom and I ever slept in the same bed after having sex.

The following day, I woke up to my nude mother in my bed. Taking advantage of the situation, I rolled her onto her belly and took her from behind for the first time. I leisurely thrust away at her until I came inside my mother's pussy again a short while later.

After I finished up, mom and I got dressed, and we talked about kissing the night before. We both thought it was physically pleasing, but we also felt awkward the whole time. As odd as it sounds, mom and I decided that sex was fine, but kissing was taking things too far. We ended up agreeing to never again kiss during sex.

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After the breakup with Tammy, mom and I got more exploratory in bed. We started with doggy style and moved onto anal. We role-played a little bit and worked through Kamasutra positions, but we never kissed like lovers again.

Outside of my bedroom, we were a normal mother-son pair. There was never a time when I lost control of my lust and bent her over the kitchen table. We never held hands like lovers in public. We never treated my father any differently just because the two of us were having sex.

For the next few years, life followed a cycle of mom and I hooking up five or six days a week when I didn't have a girlfriend, then once or twice a week when I did have a girlfriend.

It was in year five into us having sex together that we slowly started to stop. No one asked us to stop; we just started losing interest. At first, we had reduced our hooking up to three or four nights a week. Then I moved out of the house and would only hook up with mom maybe once a week. Then, once every other week, until roughly eight years after we started having sex, I was only hooking up with mom maybe once every two or three months.

The last time I had sex with my mom, there was no indication that it was going to be our last time. I had just started dating a woman who would eventually become my wife and the mother of our five children, but I didn't realize that was my future with her yet.

On the last day I had sex with mom, I was over helping my parents with yard work, when I stepped inside the house covered in sweat and looked over to my mother, who was wearing a form-fitting tank top and short shorts. I felt my cock stir a little, so on a whim, I asked, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

Mom looked at me, thought for a moment, then said, "Sure."

She followed me upstairs, where I removed her shorts and leaned her over my old bed. I gently worked my cock into mom's pussy from behind then thrust into her at a leisurely pace for ten minutes before grunting as my balls drained into my mother for the final time.

We pulled up our pants, then I returned to help dad in the yard, while mom continued to clean up the house.

Time passed, days became months, months became years, then eventually, the number of years that I hadn't had sex with my mother became more years than I had been having sex with her.

I had stopped thinking about sex with mom as life became a daily grind with my wife and I raising our five children together. Not that I minded providing for my family, but what I missed was having sex with my wife, whose energy was all being directed at raising our kids.

One night, while I was having a deep conversation with my wife as to why our sex life had declined, I mentioned that I used to have sex with my mother. That hit her like a bombshell, the way you would expect it to. She asked me to move out for a few days to give her time to think, which I did.

After a few days had passed, I returned home and we talked again. This time, I told her everything. To my surprise, she was okay with it, and it had somehow turned her on. We ended up having amazing sex that night for the first time in years. After that night, we opened up to each other more about our wildest fantasies and saw a sustained improvement in our sex life.

After the near divorce with my wife, it got me thinking about how mom and dad's marriage was while I was having sex with mom. I asked the next time I had some alone time with mom.

She simply said, "Tony, our marriage bed was as dead as it got before you had that motorcycle accident. But after I started helping you get off, it sparked something in your father, and for years, we ended up having the best sex of our lives."

I left the conversation at that. The only time I ever talked about it again was with my wife when we were role-playing in bed. Other than that, sex with my mother was forever in the past.