He collapsed into her embrace; his head nestled on her shoulder. Megan hugging him tight, whispered softly in his ear “I can feel your heart pounding.”
She had never felt this tired or loved in her life, but also had never felt this good. What they had just done was supposed to be totally wrong, but, lying in her son’s arms, feeling her naked body pressed against his, she had never felt so content.
“Rick?” Megan said.
He responded “Yeah Mom?”
Then she said “I… I’m glad you wanted me.”
Rick said “I’m glad you wanted me too, mom.”, and, turning his head, kissed her with the most tender and loving kiss.
“Baby, I think things are going to be a lot different between us from now on. I mean I’m always going to be your mom but I…” she hesitated, and said quietly “I want you to want me as a woman too. I haven’t felt like a woman in a long time.”
He was silent for a minute thinking of how incredible this felt, and how he’d never felt anything like it before and holding her tighter he swallowed hard and said in her ear “I… I love you… Mom. I’m glad it was you who was my first. Thank you.”
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Later, they discussed their relationship, and how it’s changed in such a short time.
Rick asks “Did you mean what you said about me always fucking you, Mom?”
After giving it a great deal of thought, Megan tells Rick “What’s happened, or is happening, between us can’t stand in your way of having a rich full life. After all, I want grandchildren.”
Although Rick understands her point, he asks “Does that mean we can’t have fun anymore?”
To which Megan responds “Of course we can. I meant what I said. I want you always to fuck me. Until you start dating someone, I’m going to fuck you up one wall and down the other. You better keep your energy up, baby, because you’re going to need it.” Then she giggled, a giggle Rick found to be so sexy and endearing.
Rick chuckles, and says “Well I guess we better go make something to eat because I’m planning on fucking you as many times as I possibly can today and the rest of the weekend.” He grins.
Megan says “By the way, I want you to continue to write your stories. As I said, now that I know they’re about us, they feel more like love letters, but, in the future, I’d like for us to read them together. Or, at least, I’d like for you to give me a copy.”
Rick then says “A copy? There’s no need. You can read them all on literotica. com.” and they both laugh.
THE END..
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NEW STORY:
AS MY DAD SLEEPS IT OFF PT. 01
Mother and Son. Who seduced who?
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This actually happened when I was in my late teens. My mother is gone now. So, I decided to share my story. The names were changed to protect the not so innocent. This happened back in the mid 70’s. So, keep in mind that times were different back then. Some things that I’ll share are common place now, but back then were not so much so.
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It was Saturday morning, and a typical mid 1970’s Mississippi August. It was hot as hell, and so humid that it was almost unbearable. Except for the fact that we had lived there our whole lives here, we had become accustomed to the weather. I know many of you may think we’re all inbred rednecks down here in the south, but that’s not the case. However, I may find it hard to remove that “inbred” impression some of you may have after reading my story.
As I woke with a typical morning wood, I began thinking of one of my teachers, Mrs. Knight. Although I was white, I had a huge crush on this gorgeous ebony goddess. Now I don’t consider myself as being racist, but in the 70’s interracial relationships were just as taboo as the story I’m in the process of telling.
Mrs. Knight had huge breasts, probably at least a DD cup. They jiggled just perfectly in the tight dresses she wore with the somewhat plunging necklines. This guaranteed that every boy in her class would get a boner that would be torturous for the entire length of her one-hour class. She was a very curvaceous woman. She also had the most beautiful almond shaped eyes, and a large ass that swelled in just the right places. She always had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and had nice thick thighs perfect for wrapping around a young boy’s head, hips or both… if you’re lucky. How could any male my age of 18 years resist a woman with such a stunning figure. I always thought it amazing that she dressed in such a manner considering her husband was a minister.
Too bad she was such a bitch as a teacher.
I held my morning wood while thinking of Mrs. Knight, and I began to slowly stroke my manhood. I imagined her undressing just for my singular pleasure. The more clothes she removed, in my mind, the faster my strokes became. Once her gorgeous globes were bare, with her nipples hard and ready for sucking, I couldn’t take any more. My cock exploded with a massive gush of my sloppy sap into the wad of bath tissue I used to catch my load. Then three more spurts followed leaving me expended of all energy.
I lay there with my continued thoughts of Mrs. Knight bouncing around in my head, trying to catch my breath. I slowly returned to normal. Then I got up out of bed, dressed, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. We lived in a typical 3 bedroom ranch style home at the time.
This was a typical Saturday morning. My mother was in the kitchen preparing my breakfast. I didn’t speak being the rebellious teen that I was, but my mother said “morning”. I think I may have just grunted a “morning” back to her. We weren’t particularly close. My whole life was mostly memories of my father passed out in his chair. He was an alcoholic which affected my whole family. It left me holding in all of my feelings and resentments about pretty much everything, but that’s a different story.
As I sat there eating my breakfast, I didn’t think much of my mother in her night gown which fairly frumpy and came down to mid-calf. It was a typical night gown for a woman of her years. It was more utilitarian than sexy. It showed no cleavage, and was in no way intended to be inviting. She wasn’t particularly attractive in my eyes. She was just my mother, and she was 55 at the time.
I just finished my breakfast, left the house, and hooked up with my buds. We would smoke some weed, and enjoy the day high as a kite.
I guess I should give you a little more back story. As I mentioned, my father was an alcoholic, and passed out in his chair every night. I also have a sister 2 years my senior, but she had married and moved out of the house 2 years prior which left her bedroom unused. So, my mother took advantage of the situation, and moved into my sister’s old bedroom.
Obviously, with my mother sleeping in a different bedroom than my father, and him being passed out every night, that didn’t lead to much intimacy. I’m sure. However, I don’t think she was looking for intimacy at the time. At least not from my father. It was not a comfortable environment in which to be raised… again a different story.
Now, being a red-blooded teenage male, you can imagine how much I masturbated in my room. I kept a roll of bath tissue in my room to catch my ejaculation, and for additional cleanup after the fact. Being that young, I also had no forethought of what my parents may think as they emptied my waste basket full of sperm-soaked tissue. I can only assume they knew what was going on in my room each night with my door closed. The evidence was right there in front of them.
One night I was going through my nightly masturbation rituals thinking of Mrs. Knight. However, sometimes I would also think of Miss. Jones. Now she was young, and in her early 20’s. This was her first teaching job. She had blonde hair which curled some, and came down to her shoulders. She also had nice breasts. They weren’t as large as Mrs. Knight’s breasts, but I’m sure they were probably at least a C cup. She was also a curvaceous woman. Although I don’t really consider myself having a foot fetish, I did really like Miss. Jones’ nice chubby toes. She always wore sandals which showed off those plump toes nicely. They dampened many a wad of tissue as well. As you can see, my fantasies varied greatly.
These were obviously two classes in which I didn’t do well due to my wondering thoughts. This left me leaving class daily with a throbbing hard-on, and no way to take matters in hand so to speak.
Again, back to the story, I was going through my nightly masturbation rituals, and stroking my hard cock. Then, all of a sudden, my door opened. It was my mother. She quickly asked “ARE YOU…?!” seeming a bit upset, I knew the rest of that question was “masturbating”. Fortunately, she quickly closed my door, and left.
Nothing was ever said about it again. I think she preferred to act like nothing ever happened, and life went on just as always. Of course, that didn’t slow down my masturbation schedule either. I continued my fantasies about Mrs. Knight and Miss. Jones. Sometimes my next door neighbor, Mrs. Day, would also slip into my fantasies. She was young. I’d say in her mid 30’s, and she didn’t really have much in the way of tits. Actually, I’m being a little generous. She had no tits at all. An A cup max. She didn’t even really need a bra except for the fact that they were heavily padded bras. Don’t ask how I know. However, she did have the most scrumptious ass I’ve ever seen. As they say, when God closes a door, he opens a window. Well, that ass was her window, and she knew it. Thankfully, she always dressed to properly display it.
Those fantasies really bring back some pleasant memories. Every now and again I still masturbate with these lovely women in mind. I’ve always fantasized about older, more curvy women. I can’t even recall a girl my age that I fantasized about. There were some crushes, but I never really fantasized about them.