A Mother's Gentle Gift Ch. 03

Just like that, Mom yanked my hand off and moved back from our kiss. She was panting, her voice all jittery when she stammered, "Whew... whew... Ryan... no... we can't..."

"But why, Mom?" I asked, my tone pleading.

"Ryan, honey, you silly boy, I'm your mother! We are simply never going to be able to do something like this!" she answered with a ring of disbelief.

Mom, I just don't care," I shot back. With nary a wisp of an apology I put both hands on the flimsy elastic of her knickers and began to tug these down. She resisted me mightily, but I was stronger, and soon they were gathered around her thighs, and I left her naked.

"Oh ... Ryan ... please ... be good, listen to me ... don't ... it's wrong, it's incest," she pleaded with a cracking voice.

"Momma, I just want to hug you, kiss you. It's not, like, incest if I don't... you know... go in?" I said, to hold her fears at bay for the time being.

She hesitated, murmuring, "Well..."

"Mom, you need this too, don't you?" I pressed.

She hesitated, realizing that there was no turning back now and ultimately, reluctantly, caved in. "Ryan... I'm just... I'm so scared," she confessed, her voice quiet and meek.

"Let go of your worries, Mom! Don't be frightened there is nothing to fear! I panted, steered her hand to my hard on.

"Oh... Ryan..." she gasped, surprised, but she didn't break from him. Instead, she just squeezed me, almost involuntarily.

By that time I'd slid her panties all the way down. I spun her around and smashed my mouth against hers, spreading her soft lips with my fingers and sliding my tongue in. She groaned, "Oh... oh... mm... Ryan... my boy..." Her expression of pleasure flowed through the air as she began pumping my cock.

It was an awkward position, so I straddled, riding her face and eating her while pressing myself to her lips, wishing she would suck on me. It had been quite a while since she'd been with a man, and my teasing had become too much for her. She finally allowed herself a burst of sensation and ran until she could no longer resist the urge to seal her lips around me and suck.

From there, when the wall came down----everything was so much easier. I rolled off her lower body, turned over, and wrapped her in arms, kissing her deeply to prevent her from thinking about what we were doing. "Mm... mm... Ryan... so good... I'm so good..." she breathed.

"I'll make them even better, Mom, o. k.?" I whispered.

"Yes... yes... that's even more... make me feel even better..." a voice responded back to him, driven to a point where she wasn't even aware of her own voice.

Without a word, I moved to her opening. "Ah ... no ..." she gasped, but it was too late. I pump in, again, I can't hold back. I wet-slapped all the way into her.

"Oh... Ryan... we can't... sob... you lied to me... sob... you deceived me..." she spoke in sobs while all her expensive values disintegrated after all these years as tears flowed through the curtains of her face.

"Mom ..." I began, not knowing what to say.

"Sob.... you lied... you said you wouldn't.... wouldn't go in there... now it's all spoiled... what do we do...." she cried hysterically.

"I'm sorry, Mom, don't cry. It's not as horrible as you imagine!" I exclaimed as I stopped dead still inside of her.

"We've crossed that line, Ryan, " and you don't see? How is this not a big deal?" she retorted, her voice taut with fear.

"Mom, the entire idea that incest is wrong? It's just was something people made up way back so families didn't get torn apart. Think about it: if a son got jealous of his dad, or a dad didn't want to share his wife, it'd rip everything apart. If everyone did it, society would fall apart, so they created rules against that. They didn't know anything about genetics in those days. So close-cousin marrying has even been normal, and it has been practiced by people for thousands of years. Laws only recently began banning stuff like that, you know?" I said in an attmept to appeal to her reasonableness.

"But... but..." she faltered.

"And didn't you know that some ancient societies promulgated customs in which a son would wed his mother after the father died? Like in Rome?" I added.

"Ryan, that doesn't change anything. We can't marry. That was back then and this is now and nobody would ever put up with this!" she protested.

"'Why, who said anything about getting married, Momsie? You're so old-school! Sex doesn't mean we have to get married. This doesn't mess anything up for us. It's just you and me, and no drama of family to fret over. If we don't tell anyone, our little secret, who is it hurting? Everyone's happy, right?" I argued.

"Ryan, I can't outtalk you with all your crazy logic," she said, rolling her eyes, which meant she was conceding.

"Mom, I'm going to begin now," I announced, squaring my body.

"Mm..." she murmured, resigned.

I began moving gently. "Mm... ah... ah... Ryan... oh... Mom..." she moaned, beginning to get into it.

I alternated the pace, going faster then slower, coaxing her passion hot and high. "Ah ... ah ... so good ... incredible ... Ryan ... I feel amazing ... how ... how are you so good at this ... where'd you learn ... ah ... Ryan ... my boy ... so good ... not ... don't ... don't ..." she babbled.

"Don't what, Mom?" I teased.

"Keep... ah... don't stop... ah... oh yes... keep going... ah... Ryan... kiss me..." I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back hard, her tongue mingling with mine, ravenous and wild.

And we licked the slushee so hard that I felt like my brain was being slurped on, by the time we were done just feeling the cold wetness sliding down both of our vocal cords, loud, raw, and rhythmic and wet and it filled that space until we were lost in it together, sticky in the damp air-bound grief. "Squelch... squelch... oh... oh... Ryan... my handsome boy... it's been such a long time... for me anyway... so long since I've felt this... today... so full... who'd have thought... in the end... oh... you'd return... to where you belong..." she panted.

"Yes, Mom... if I ever feel like returning there... you won't shut me out, will you? I asked, half-joking.

"Oh... no... never... where you're from... you're welcome back... any time... ah... hi... Ryan... welcome home..." she panted, totally lost in the moment.

I dug harder, reaching and racing toward the finish. "Ah... ah... ah... ah... faster..." she wailed, climaxing in a long wail as I came, pouring my seed into her.

"Whew ... whew ... whew ..." She let herself go on the bed, out of breath and exhausted.

"Mom..." I started.

"Mm... Ryan... you... you came inside..." she whispered.

"Oh ... sorry, Mom, I forgot," I said.

"It's all right today, but we're going to have to be very careful," she responded.

The phrase "from now on" sounded to me like a gift. So, this could happen again. My plan had worked perfectly. "Thanks, Mom," I said, kissing her lightly on the lips.

And then, a little later, she whispered, "Ryan... want... to go in again." She was ready for more. "Yes." I lifted her legs up, and thrust back inside with a floor-pounding squelch, back into the wet warm place I know so well.

That evening we did it again and again; we fell asleep only as the sky was starting to lighten. Once the gates were opened, it was like a flood----we couldn't control it, like a wild stampede, we couldn't hold it. That's what our love became.

At first, Mom only let it happen night after night, but before long, she started tempting me during the day too, sometimes with sexy words, sometimes with sexy lingerie, sometimes by just laying there naked when I walked through the door. I never saw that coming.

One night, in the exam season, I was holed up studying and she brought a snack for me. "Take a break and eat something, Ryan," she said, warmly.

"Thanks, Mom," I responded gratefully and spun around to grab it.

"Ryan..." she began.

"What's up, Mom?" I asked.

"Does our ... you know, our thing ... does it screw with you?" she wondered, her tone uncertain.

"You're overthinking it, Mom. This is our secret. I love you. And now you're my mom who takes care of me, but you're also my girlfriend, my lover. You got to look at it that way too, or it'll get heavy instead of a good thing, right?" I put the snack to the side and kissed her.

"I get it, Ryan, but... I'm still concerned about it. What do I do?" she confessed.

"How about this: in the house, don't consider me your son. Treat me like your lover. You will get used to it eventually," I said.

"I'll ... give it a shot," she said.

I lifted her skirt right then and there putting my hand inside her panties to feel her. "Oh ... Ryan..." she moaned, collapsing into my arms. I grabbed her to me and pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Mm... mm... Ryan... mm... ah..." she moaned gently.

I stripped off her clothes to her panties. She pulled my pants down, jacking me off through my underwear. Ryan... I mean I dunno why but since that one night... I can't help wanting to do it all the time.. do you think I'm really wild? she asked, a little shy.

"No way, Mom! I love it. I'm nuts about you like that," I said, reassuring her.

"Really?" she added with a playful edge to her voice.

"Absolutely," I grinned.

"Then ... I'm done resisting," she said, peeling off my underwear and taking me in her mouth.

She had become so good at what she did that she almost took me out on the spot. I drew back, turned her and bent her over the desk, pushing her panties down, slowly entered her. "Ohh... Ryan... Ohh... so good... so amazing... mm... oh... I feel wonderful" she panted.

"No more Mom ... you're my girlfriend now. I am calling you Layla here.) Little Layla, is that OK?" I teased.

"Oh... oh yeah... I like it when you call me Layla... I'm yours, Ryan... big brother... how do you like your little Layla... ah... ah... yeah... oh Ryan... Layla loves you... you make me feel so good..." she panted and moaned, lost now in the fantasy.

It was how I wanted to transition her into this new reality, to allow her to get used to us before she fully faced what that really meant. I came in her again that night, more than once.

Then, because of all this, she got pregnant, which was not a surprise. Had we not jettisoned precautions ages ago, consumed by the blaze between us. Pregnancy didn't slow her; if anything, she wanted me more, day and night.

Just before we moved away, I'd been back inside her, pretending nothing. "Ah... Ryan... you're making me crazy... my good son... so good... my good son... I'm so lucky... tomorrow... ah... new beginning... ah... so good... I am so lucky..." she moaned.

"Are you actually having the baby, Mom?" I asked.

"No ... I've arranged it with an old classmate, a gynecologist ... she'll take care of it ... and I told her about us ... because ..." she hesitated.

"Why?" I pressed.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I know her. She will never say anything, and... ah... you will soon see... ah... faster... I'm so close to... ah, I... there, I gave again to you..." she gasped.

We sold the house shortly afterwards and ended up buying more land in the suburbs. Post-abortion, her friend showed up. "That woman in the living room, she's an old friend of mine from a long time ago, divorced years ago. I confided in it because it's like me, hungry for the touch of a man. Bit of a hiatus, and somebody will be the guest that night, and she's that guest." She's too proud to come out and just say so, but it's going to be up to you."Mom explained.

Her friend was equally gorgeous, and I had felt a spark when she had walked in. And now with Mom's line, I was already stirred. I exited her room and went to sit down next to her in the living room.

"Thank you so much, Auntie," I said, sitting near.

"No need to thank me. Your mom's like my sister; her problems are my problems too," she answered warmly.

"So... you know about us. What do you think?" I asked.

She laughed lightly. "I'm pretty open-minded. If your mother paused, I would have encouraged her to do it. If I had a son like you, I wouldn't waste you on someone else and keep myself away from my own desires."

"You're so cool, Auntie! Why don't you let me call you Godmother, and I can be your godson?" I suggested.

"I'd love that!" she beamed.

"And what you just said is still valid, godmother?" I said, my hand skimming her flesh.

"Mm... yyyes... I -I did meant all of those... words..." she mumbled.

I slipped my hand up her leg underneath her skirt and caressed her gently over her panties. She was ready, soaking wet. Oddly, I felt a slit there. As I removed her clothes, I saw that she was wearing a red see-thru bra and crotchless panties she had bought at a sex store that were made for getting to her quickly. She'd come prepared.

I undressed and straddled her, plunging into her wet heat. "Mm... good... just like your mom said... so thick... so big... amazing... ah... ah..." she purred.

Her juices making a mess on the floor below us. "Mm... ah... ah... ah... Godmother... it's been such a long time since I tasted something as good as this... so wonderful... Ryan... you are the best..." she moaned aloud.

Mom had to have heard her from the bedroom and come to see. She flopped on the couch, pouting while we went to town on the floor. It was the first time she'd ever seen anything like it live, and though she couldn't participate, she slowly stripped and masturbated herself, she couldn't help it.

That's how I came to have two lovers, both of them ravenous. All of a sudden, Godmother came, and I was set. Each time, it was both of them at once, fearless and wild. I came damned close to doing it to my college G. P. A., but made it out with an extended year.

After I graduated, Mom----fearful that if I got married I would leave----prodded Godmother to marry me. I jumped at this, and I couldn't just let go of this gift setup. We got married, and yet I still call her Godmother, like a portmanteau of forbidden joy.