Mom With Benefits (part 1)
Introduction:
An unexpectedly smooth orientation into incest sex with sweet mom
Mom and I have always been close. We were so close that we used to share a bath until I was nine. Hers was the first female naked body I have seen. I have always remembered her as plump, five feet six and weighed about 150 pounds. She is plain looking but kind of sweet too. She has an average pair of boobs. But coming to think about her now, what excited me about her most is her round big bottom, the thick thighs and broad hip. The thick pubic hair, and a dough-nut like abdomen with the navel at the centre were the parts I must caress at the start of our sexual foreplay. Even before our sexual intimacy we were never strong on modesty issue around the house. She often unwittingly exposed sexual bits of her body to me without ever thinking anything about it. She was never an exhibitionist. She just did not think that her body could be sexual to her son. Take for example, on some hot days when she was doing the normal household chores she would be wearing a pair of plain, thin cotton short and a bra around the house. That meant that all through my teens and my early adult life I have seen parts of her breasts, her thighs, parts of her booty, parts of her pubic hair and on a few occasions even faint impressions of her vagina through her thin cotton shorts. On my part I wore briefs around the house, sometimes allowing her to see impressions of my penis through my briefs, without feeling ambarassed. The thing was, until that fateful night when we discovered the sexual attractions between us, neither of us think about the other as anythying else but mother and son. I did not fantasize about having sex with her and she never acted seductively towards me. The sexual excitement I felt about her body, which I wrote about in the earlier part of this paragraph, only came about after our first sexual encounter.
My mother divorced her husband, my father, when I was five. She never married again but she did have serious relationships with perhaps two or three men and most probably a few casual sexual partners. In other words, she was leading the normal sexual life of the average adult woman.
My sexual mom story began when she was around forty. She had just lost her job as an account executive in an advertising firm. She was in no hurry to find another job and she decided to come and stay with me for a while. I was nineteen and I was in college. I had a studio apartment, courtesy of my best friend who had been transferred abroad on a special job assignment. It came fully furnished, a batchelor’s pad, that is. It has a queen size bed which I insisted mom should take. I slept on an air-matress for the duration of her stay. Mostly because I have irregular bedtime and would not like to disturb her sleep routine by sharing the only bed with her, not because we were squimish about sharing the bed.
It was a full day at college and after an hour or two at the library I hung out with my friends until around eleven that night. I had some drinks but was not drunk. As usual we had some fun watching some porn. Two of my buddies picked on their favourite subject of MILF sex. I enjoyed them too and even had a hard-on. But I did not feel particulary sexed up. I came home to find mom already fast asleep. I had my shower and went to bed. I woke up about two hours later with an errection. Apparently the porno session had given me my first MILF sex dream. In my dream I had hot sex with one of the ladies who had the same body type as my mom. As usual I maturbated but did not climax. Frustrated, I turned on my lap-top to watch more MILF porn, including a few mom-son sex sessions. But I still could not get that satisfactory release.
Either mom was awaken by my activity or she was disturbed from her sleep by a full bladder. She got up to pee.
“Is that what is keeping you awake at this hour, son ?”. She said, smiling. She was walking. back from the toilet and she had looked down at me and saw my hard cock tenting my briefs. As she said that she was also adjusting her night-gown, and I saw the blurred image of her hairy dark pubic area. My cock twitched and that kind of gave an answer to her question.
“I need some relief to be able to go back to sleep.” I said, smiling back at her.
“Is that something you think a mom can help ? I’ll see what I can do.”
She beckoned me to join her in bed, smiling at me all the time.
She slipped off her night-gown and lay down flat on her back. I stared at her slowly from top to bottom: her full round face, her full red lips, her round shoulders, the two globs of breast, the big round dough-nut like abdomen, the pair of thick smooth thighs and legs. I lay down on my side next to her. I was obviously nervous. I fondled her breasts for a bit but I concentrated mostly on kissing and caressing her neck, her shoulders and her abdomen. All this while she was smiling with her eyes closed. I started smelling and licking her armpits which have a layer of thick fur and a nice smell. I ran my palm over her dough-nut like plump abdomen even more and rubbed her pubic hair.
“Can you lick and suck my nipples more ? I like that very much.” I sucked and squeezed her breasts and at the same time kissed her hard on her lips. She responded by extending her tongue into my mouth and started moaning a little. While still licking her breasts and sucking her nipples my hands soon returned to her pubic area. I brought my right palm to her vagina and caressed her outer and inner labias. Mom soon got very wet and she started to moan and bit her lips. I kissed and licked her inner thighs and smell deeply what was oozing from her vagina. My cock was rock hard and I was eagter to push it into her. This would not be my first sexual intercourse but she was my mom. I was still nervous.
“I would like you to fuck me now. You have a thick penis I would like you to take things easy a little. I think I need to slowly get adjusted to it” She said and opened her legs wider.
I moved between her legs and at once pushed by cock into her pussy. It was not tight. Mom actually had a big enough birth cannal. I was able to get my whole seven inches into her in one slow push.
“Ooh, oh, that is nice. I feel full and hot down there” Mom said, as she moved her pussy slightly side to side. I started giving her slow and long strokes of pumping. She was geting wetter and her moans were getting louder and louder. I was a bit nervous about climaxing before mom so I was restraining myself from going full throtle.
“Jason, Jason, give me all you have now. I am ready to cum.” mom called out as she turned her head from side to side and moving her hips side to side. I lay my chest on her breasts, grabbed her shoulders and just used my waist and pelvic movement to pump fast and furious into her dripping cunt. In about two minutes mom had a loud and quivering orgasm. Knowing that I had already acquited myself well I thought perhaps I could impress her even more with a bonus. I pulled some of my cock out leaving only about two to three inches inside her so that my cock head could give her G-spot even more direct stimulation. I short-stretched, fast pistoned her for another ten minutes. Mom started digging her nails into my back and grinding her teeth. She had her second orgasm. I could feel her vagina tightened around my cock and after a few more minutes of furious pumping I blasted my load into her. I got off mom and we just lay there. Except for the fact that it was my mom this time the sex was not much different from the ones I had with my girlfriend. I turned to look at mom. She had a kind of calm look and a faint smile on her face, just like my girlfriend.
“I need to rest now. Please give me a kiss and help me to clean up.”
I held her face in both my hands and kissed her long and hard. I got up to get the paper towel and two bath-towels. I wiped our the fluid from her pussy and the bed and laid the two towels over the wet spot on the bed. I returned to my air-mattress and soon fell asleep. When I woke up it was already eight in the morning and mom was sitting on the table drinking her coffee.
“It was very nice last night for me. Do you need to talk about it ?”
She smiled at me sweetly like she always has. And I noticed a glow on her face.
“I have a lecture in half an hour. Maybe later mom, when I bring our lunches back from the college cafeteria.” I kissed her on the cheek and rushed out. During the next few hours when my mind was not occupied with other things I thought about the incest stories on the websites and thought maybe I would enjoy discussing them with mom; I came home around twelve. Mom was drinking a beer in her shorts and bra. She had just finished doing some vacuuming and such and was covered in sweat. She was slightly flushed and she looked extremely sexy to me. I laid out our lunches on the table while mom did a bit of freshening up. She was still in her shorts and bra when she came back. God, was she sexy. We sat down and began to eat our lunch. She was the first to talk.
“Do you have any problem with last night ?” She asked.
“Not really. But I must say I did not have any of those weird feelings that dudes in the incest stories talked about after sex with their mom.”
“I have read a few of those stories on the websites. They are mostly fantasies and judging from their stories I think some of these individuals do not have healthy relationships with their moms to begin with.”
“Ya. All those talks about domination, rough sex and having children with their moms are outright disturbing to me. How do you feel about last night, mom?”
“I hadn’t had sex for quite a while and probably because of that, last night I was able to abandon myself to the sexual intercourse. Reading and thinking about incestuous sex was one thing but actually doing it with you was something else. I felt uneasy at first but the sexual stimulation soon overwhelmed the uneasy feeling. I just went with the flow. Your big cock and your confidence has a lot to do with it. If you were hesitant and fumbling in your attempt, or if your cock is small and less effective in my vagina, I might need a much longer time to overcome my feeling of uneasiness. I might even have second thoughts about continuing with this incestuous thing. But your powerful ramming and the waves of sexual sensation it produces simply overwhelmed me and my feeling of weirdness was completely pushed out of my mind. Did you have plenty of sex with other women?”
“I read a lot and my older friends shared some of their experiences with me. Take Mike for example. The owner of this apartment ? He is a great womaniser. I also had some sex before this.”
“You are quite good at it. Maybe you need to do more foreplay. Your future partner may not be as sexually starved as I was last night.”
“Thanks mom. Maybe again tonight ?”
“We’ll see.”
When I came home late at night mom was already asleep. There was no sex. The next day mom did not broach the subject, and out of respect for mom, neither did I. I have alwayls been sensitive to her mood. She sounded so airy about the incident last night, but I suspected that she might have some doubts about what she had done. Or, at the least, she had not come to any conclusions about whether sex with me would be a regular thing. After breakfast she told me that she had decided to visit her old friend back home for a few days. I took her to the station and I left for college.
When I came back to an empty apartment that night I had time to think about my relationship with mom and the sexual incident that had just taken place. I felt nothing had changed. She was still my mom and not my lover. I felt no inclination to call her by her madam name. (It was Elaine, by the way.) That singular incident had not had any discernible effect on me. Not yet, perhaps. But as I went on ruminating, I thought surely my close and loving relationship with my mom all my life had influenced me in some way my choice of Janeane as my girlfriend. She was smart, kind, cheerful and congenial like mom. But most “suspicious” of all were her physical attributes. she was on the heavy side and was a brunette like mom. She too had a round, sweet face and lots of body hair. I loved the thick “fur” under her armpits and I was glad to find her large patch of pubic hair.
I went through the third day after the sexual incident with mom doing the same old college stuffs. But then I took Janeane out on a date and came back to the apartment with her. I had sex with her before but this time it was a little different. She used to say that I was too much in a hurry and was a little rough with her. It was true that I did not do much of a foreplay with her and I had never “gone down on her”. I felt that that was totally OK because I was always able to give her at least two orgasms each time by simply pounding her pussy hard. But this time, as she lay on her back like she always did I took much longer time to lick her pink aerolas and red pointing nipples. But soon after I started massaging her labias, clitoris and finger-fucked her she reached her first minor orgasm. Then, as usual, I mounted her and started pounding her tight pussy. But something different happened this time. I thought what was different was probably because thinking about mom the last few days had built up a much higher sexual tension in me. I had my big orgasm less than ten minutes into pounding Janeane. Janeane was surprised. She had not had her second orgasm yet. I had to go down on her, which was something I never had to do to give her her second, bigger orgasm. Janeane was very happy with my tonguing of her clitoris and labias. l was able to sleep all through the night.
