“We’re not getting any of it.” I told her, “Because I have news for you mom. I’m not going through with this.”
“We have to.”
“No, we…”
“Yes we do.” She leaned over in the car and put her arms around me. Pressing her damp cheek to mine she spoke in my ear. “Ryan, I love you with all my heart and I know you love me. Love means sacrifice and I will sacrifice anything for us and the girls. Its… it’s a couple of hours, a onetime thing and we’ll never talk about it again.”
“Mom, I… I can’t do this, and I… I don’t understand how you think you could.”
“I know I can do anything I have to for my family and I know you will to. When the time comes… we… we’ll do what we need to and we… we will be doing it for love, Ryan. Not lust, not to give a sick man a thrill, but for love, understand?”
“Mom… we can still have love…”
“Ryan, I need this. I know… maybe I’m not right in my mind. I know that, I’m too tired, too stressed, too heartbroken. But none of that will get better the way life is going. I have to do something. I’m sure this will affect me afterwards, but everything else will be better. I’ll be spending more time with the girls in our house, not working that cesspool anymore and watching you graduate. Baby, I… I need this.”
“I… mom I love you.” I kissed her cheek. “I love all of us, but…”
“Then do this with me, honey.”
“I… I can’t.” I told her, “You’re my mother!”
“See me the way he said to, just as a woman.”
“You’re not and… he wants me to call you mom!” I paused then figuring there was nothing I could do to make the conversation more absurd threw in; “I… I won’t be able to, you know…”
“I’ll make sure you do.” Mom said causing my eyes to open, “I’m a woman, you’re a man. I’m not worried about that. Ryan… make me a promise.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow you promise me we try.”
“But…”
“That’s your promise to me, we try. My promise will be once we start if you really feel you can’t, say Mom, enough and we stop right there.”
“You sure? Uncle will be pissed.”
“I’ll… make it up to him. If you leave I’ll…”
“No!” I pulled away from her. “What kind of crap is that? Either I do you or he does?”
“I… I didn’t see it that way, but I need to get some of the money from him.”
I stared hard at her and she lowered her eyes. “Fine, you say stop the whole thing is off, but we start and you try.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t thrilled with even starting, but all I would have to do is let things happen long enough to look like I made an effort ad say fuck it. “I’ll try.”
“A real effort Ryan. If I think you’re playing me, I will let Uncle have me.”
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, “You don’t sound like my mother.”
“I’m exactly what your uncle said a mother is, Ryan. Everything she has to be.”
Chapter Six
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window, with one thought racing through my mind; tomorrow I was going to have sex with my mother. No, not just have sex with her, but fuck her; really fuck her. Dirty talk, different positions, oral sex… my mother was going to blow me and I was going to go down on her. Full out, hardcore porn style sex and with my own mother.
As if that scenario wasn’t disturbing enough, it was going to happen in front of my disgusting uncle. What the hell was mom thinking? I shook my head as if trying to send the thoughts flying out of my head. I needed to try to relax and figure out how the hell I was going to do this. I had never seen my mom as anything, but that, the wonderful woman who lovingly raised me and would do anything-and as I learned today anything meant anything- to take care of me.
But tomorrow morning I was somehow supposed to see her as not just my mother, but a sexual woman. A woman I was supposed to desire, and treat like some slutty coed I’d gotten lucky with at a party. There was no way I could do this; no way would I be able to do those dirty things to my mother. I knew there were a lot of people into taboo fantasies, hell we were going to be performing in front of one of them, but I was never into that stuff and doubted I could be even if we were alone, never mind with someone sitting there and more likely than not whacking off as he watched.
I was doing it again, letting my head spin. I took a deep breath and decided to stop thinking about why the hell we were going to do this and for whom, and tried to focus on tomorrow. Mom had locked us into this and although there was always the hope she was laying in her room right now second guessing it and would change her mind, I needed to try to figure out how I could get through this. I’d given my word I would try and I had to now convince myself to live up to my word.
Lying back on my bed I closed my eyes and envisioned my mother in that skimpy schoolgirl outfit. I forced myself to take the word mother from my mind and pictured her as Vicky, an attractive older woman who was going to take me on a wild ride. I thought of rubbing her feet, as I did so often when she got home from work, except this time my hands wandered from her feet to work their way up her legs.
Mom, no, Vicky, had some damn nice legs, long, well shaped and they looked even better encased in the white stockings. Not just the stockings, but those fuck me heels that went with them. I pictured my hands sliding up her stocking clad legs, past her knees and up to her inner thighs, reaching under her short skirt. The stockings were thigh highs and my hands would lightly caress her soft inner thighs.
M… Vicky would make those soft sounds she always did, when I rubbed her feet, but this time they would not be sounds of relaxed relief, but moans of pleasure and anticipation. She would start breathing heavier and her red lips would be parted, her dark eyes glazing over as her hips moved, urging my hand further.
I would tease her, lingering in one spot and rubbing. I would work my hand all the way up between her legs to her lacy white thong, the one I’d gotten a occasional glimpse of and my hand would be able to go all the way up to her crotch while still feeling her warm smooth skin.
My thoughts trailed off when I became aware of my cock beginning to swell. I fought back my first reaction, which was to be appalled that I was getting hard thinking of my mother and instead, placed my hand over my cock. I stroked it through my boxers and returned to thinking about Vicky.
My hand would graze her thong and she would moan and my cock would jump at how wet she was. Vicky would raise her leg and place it along the top of the couch, showing me that thin strip of damp wet material between her legs and those creamy thighs. She would grab the edge of her skirt and lift her hips, pulling the skirt up to her waist. I would rub her wet pussy through the thong and she’d moan softly her hips moving, grinding her pussy into my hand.
Vicky reached down and slid the thing to the side showing me her… pussy. Mom’s pussy. My hand stopped, but I whispered; “Vicky… Vicky’s pussy.”
There would be a small patch of brown fuzz just over it, but the rest of her pussy would be pink and smooth and wet. Her slender finger would tease through her wet lips before spreading them open and inviting me to play with it. My fingers would replace hers, slipping through the wet folds of her flesh before easing two of them inside her. Vicky would moan loudly and thrust her hips, burying my fingers into her tight wet pussy.
I placed my thumb on her swollen clit and she whimpered in pleasure as I rubbed it in slow circles while working my fingers in and out of her moist flesh. Her pussy contracted around my fingers making me moan at the thought of what that would feel like around my throbbing cock. My cock wasn’t just throbbing in my fantasy, but beneath my hand as well.
I was fully hard and moaning softly as my hand teased my swollen head through the underwear. I slipped my hand into my boxers and wrapping it around my cock began jerking it. In my mind Vicky was moaning my name and as I continued to stroke her clit she unbuttoned her white blouse. I watched with my heart pounding and cock aching as she opened it to reveal a lacy black bra.
The bra clasped in the front and unhooking it, Vicky eased it apart until it was barely covering her breasts.
“You want to see my tits, Ryan?”
“Yes, please.” I whispered.
“Then tell me what you want”
“I want to see your…”
“No,” she shook her head, “Say it the way you know I want you to.”
My hand clenched tightly around my cock and I stroked it faster and in my mind said the words the way I knew I would have to tomorrow,
“Mom, I want to see your tits.”
“You want to see mommy’s tits?” she smiled, “Hmm what a bad boy you are, but I love that my boy wants his mother!”
She opened the bra to expose her tits and my cock jerked in my hand. In my fantasy Mom’s tits were perfect. On the smaller side, but round and perky with beautiful pink nipples that were as hard as my cock felt and seemed to be imploring me to come suck on them.
“Like them?” she asked, her fingers teasing those nipples.
“Yes,” I whispered this out loud as my cock throbbed in my hand, “I… I love my mother’s tits.”
The words sounded horrible, yet my cock responded, twitching in my hand and my hips were moving as I jerked off.
“These tits?” she would lift them up to me, “You love these tits? You want to suck on them?”
“Oh, yes.” I moaned, my hand moving faster in both reality and in my fantasy as I drove my fingers into Vicky… no, my mother’s dripping pussy.
“Then make me cum and I’ll let you!” she moaned and moved her hips in time with my fingers. “Make mommy cum nice and hard and you can suck my tits, then…” she licked her lips, her pink tongue tracing her red mouth, “I’ll do some sucking of my own.” She moaned and pinched her nipples, “Hmm, suck on that hard cock of yours, would you like that, mommy sucking on your cock?”
My hand was moving faster, both in my thought and between my legs, and in my mind, mom, yes there was no doubt she was mom now, tossed her head back and cried out in ecstasy as her son made her cum. She clamped her legs around my hand, pinning it to her convulsing pussy and squealed long and loud. Her fingers were teasing her small hard nipples and her eyes were closed as she moaned and writhed on the couch.