It didn't take me as long as I thought. Be warned. When I write a story, I try to fill in the story rather than jump from one "action" point to the next. For me it is more believable and a better read. If you don't like to read a bit, then you should probably find another post to explore.

If you haven''t read part 1, here's a link:

https://forum.xnxx.com/threads/a-mother-and-son-story.404618/

Part 2 will be better if you've already read the first.

Here you go:


1


At dinner, mom wouldn’t even look me in the eye. She’d move quickly from one task to the next, and each time I started to say something or try to ask why she was upset, she’d quickly begin talking about anything at all to drown me out. I may have been young, but it was easy to see that she was very rattled. My dad ran a small travel agency and stayed open until 7:30 every night, so we ate alone as usual. My dad’s work schedule is what made our time together possible in the first place.


I said “Mom” and she began quickly talking again, so I shouted “Mom! Stop!” She stopped and finally looked at me. Her eyes were full of tears. “Honey. This is so wrong. So wrong. Oh my God, I can’t believe what I’ve done!” She turned and looked around. It felt as if she was about to run out of the room. “Mom, I love you! I’m happy about what happened! It was amazing. More than amazing. I don’t have the words!” It was her turn to shout. She spun around and screamed “Stop!”. The tears were streaming down her face now. “You know this can’t happen. You may be young, but you know it’s wrong. I don’t blame you honey. I know how hormones can take over at your age. It’s my fault. I’m the adult and should have stopped it WAY before now!”


I spoke up again. “It’s nobody’s fault! There is no fault! It was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t regret it! I can’t believe you think it’s a bad thing”. “It’s incest!” she screamed. “I’ll probably go to hell because of it! You are my son. I am your mother. This can NOT happen! You might not believe this, but I LOVE your dad! We’ve been together so long. He’s a great husband, we’ve built this life together, and I don’t want to lose that! Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s an amazing lover too. Have you even thought about him? How he’d feel if he caught us or found out? He’d be so betrayed by us both! His son masturbating while HIS WIFE, his son’s mother, masturbates and watches?! Oh my God, oh my GOD!” She broke down again.


She was sobbing hard at this point. I understood what she was saying. I hadn’t even considered my father. How could I? I was so turned on by the whole scene, that he’d never entered my mind. I wasn’t thinking beyond my own lust and the scent of my mom’s pussy. I felt guilty now thinking about how it would affect my dad. How it would affect us all if he ever found out. Through the guilt however, I could feel the stirrings of another erection when I pictured the events of earlier. “Mom, why don’t we sleep on it.” “STOP!” she screamed again. “This is over, do you hear me? Never again. It’s over!”. When I didn’t say anything, she said “Look at me”. I looked up at her and she said “Tell me you hear me. Tell me it’s over”... “Mom,”. “Stop and say the words” I looked at her, now with tears in my own eyes. “It’s over mom. I love you so much. I never intended to cause you any pain. I really, really love you.” She smiled that sweet, gentle smile through her tears and said “I love you too honey. You’re an amazing kid. What am I saying? You’re not a kid anymore. You’re a very beautiful young man. Some girl is going to snag you soon. She’ll be the luckiest girl on the planet, and I’ll be your jealous mother. Now, I have to go upstairs and wash my face to soothe my eyes before your dad gets home. I don’t want him to know I was crying.” With that she left the kitchen and went to her room. I was heartbroken. I knew she was right, but I wanted so much more with her, and now it was over.




2


When dad got home, we made the usual small talk about sports and school. He kissed mom when she came down, and she looked great! She wasn’t wearing makeup or dressed up. She was wearing a Indiana University sweatshirt and gym shorts. Still, she had simple natural look that she wore well. She was smiling and they joked and laughed a bit before going to the family room. Since dad ate after us, he usually did so in his easy chair in front of the TV. His routine was to chat it up with us while he ate, and then fall asleep afterward in his chair.


I told them I was going to go to bed early, so I hugged dad, kissed mom on the cheek, and went upstairs to my room. When I got to my room and turned on my lamp, I saw them on the floor, tucked under my bed almost completely out of sight. The panties mom had held to my face were still in my room. In all the excitement earlier, she must’ve missed them or dropped them as she gathered her things. I couldn’t believe my luck and immediately my hardon returned. I held them to my nose and was overwhelmed with lust as the scent of my mom’s pussy and orgasm from earlier filled my nostrils. Even the crotch was still a bit damp! Her pussy must’ve been so wet! I threw off my clothes, jumped into bed and began to stroke my cock. I pressed my tongue against the crotch of the panties and could still barely taste her sex. The smell was amazing and I came immediately. Again, multiple jets of cum shot out onto my chest and I was in rapture.


After the high of my orgasm had mellowed out, I felt very guilty. It was my turn to feel the guilt of my obsession. I was asking myself how I could do this after what my mom had said in the kitchen. I quickly used her panties to clean up all of my cum and realized I had to get them to her hamper before she discovered that she had missed them earlier. I didn’t want her to have to come to my room looking for them. I crept quietly out of my room and could hear the TV downstairs so I knew the coast was clear. I went to the hamper and saw the bra and the tanktop she’d worn earlier. I couldn’t resist lifting the tanktop out and smelling it. I could smell my mom’s light perfume on it and my cock stirred again. I had to get out of there before they came up, so I pushed the panties underneath the clothes on top. I didn’t want dad to look in and see sperm on his wife’s panties. That would be a bad spot for my mom to be in.


As I left my parent’s room, I heard an unusual sound. I can’t describe what it sounded like, but it was out of place enough that I had to check. I walked slowly and quietly to near the edge of the wall that overlooked the downstairs. Before reaching the edge, I laid on my stomach to move more stealthily to where I could see. I actually couldn’t see very well at all. The family room furniture was almost directly below where I now lay. Add to that the stair balusters, and my view was very obstructed. Not completely obstructed however. I could see my dad’s pants and underwear out in the middle of the room. Below me, I could see his legs in the chair. My mom appeared to be on her knees between his legs. The balusters, chair side, my dad’s arm, blocked most of everything, but I knew she was giving him a blow job. I heard the noise I’d heard earlier, and realized it was a subdued grunt from my father trying to keep his pleasure as quiet as possible. My mom raised her head and whispered something to my dad. I could only see the side of her face. Everything else was behind the baluster. I couldn’t hear her, but she had a dissapointed look. Then she said “please”. I couldn’t hear that either, but it’s a very easy word to lip read. After a few seconds she stood up, straddled the chair, and prepared to mount my dad! She was still fully clothed, but she appeared to by pulling her gym shorts to the side as she squatted onto the chair. As she squatted, I heard my dad again, but this time, the sound he made was joined by my mom’s own song of “Mmmmmmmmmmm” mixed with the sounds of a long exhale. My cock was about to punch a hole through the floor! My mom lifted up and then back down, and my dad let out a louder, more drawn out grunt as he came. I could see her head tipped forward as she pressed her forehead to his. Again, much of the view was blocked out. I could hear dad say something to her, but I couldn’t make it out. I could hear her soft answer. She said “It’s okay. You’ve had a long day”. She raised up off of dad and adjusted herself. When she turned and began to pick pick up his pants, I used the opportunity to slide back, get up, and go to my room. Once there I again jacked off. I was picturing my mom having sex right below me. I could see little. No tits or ass. I couldn’t see her pussy or my dad’s cock. I knew what was going on however. The thought of watching my mom in real time, knowing she had a cock in her pussy, was all I needed to drive me to another amazing orgasm. I slept like a baby that night. My sweet dreams were of my mom and I playing naked all over the house. I was disappointed when I woke up to it being a dream


3


I was worthless at school the next day. I was unable to focus on my classes or have a reasonable conversation with my friends. My mind was being dominated by the singular presence of my mom. It was now wrestling season, and although not a bad wrestler, I got destroyed during practice. Coach even told me I’d better come in tomorrow with a much better mindset! As soon as I got home I went straight to my parent’s room, and directly to the hamper. The gym shorts mom had worn the night before were right on top. I took them out and looked in the crotch area. There was a small spot from what I assume was my dad’s cum. It was about the size of a dime. Then I dug down deeper for the panties from yesterday. They were a mess! Literally covered in cum. Compared to the small spot in the gym shorts it looked like a flood. I felt sorry for my dad. He was still in great shape. Golfed every weekend. Liked to hike on vacations. Basically stayed very active. But his “output” was very low in comparison to mine. Maybe that was because of our age difference, but I also felt sorry for mom. I hoped that their sex life was as good as she’d told me. I wanted the best for her, even if I couldn’t be the one providing it.


I put everything back and checked her drawer as had been my routine. The pictures were gone, but the K-Y was there. I took it to me room. I prepared as usual for my mom’s entrance. I didn’t have pictures or a new pair of her panties, but just in case, I was naked, lubed and stroking when she got home. I heard her come into the house. At about the right time, I thought I heard the floor creak outside me door. I waited for her to knock, but she didn’t. I had the image of her just outside my door listening, and it pushed me over the edge. I was seriously greasing my cock and as I started to cum, I said “Oh God mom! I’m cumming! It feels so good mom!”. I didn’t yell it, but knew it was loud enough for her to hear if she was really standing outside me door. My orgasms had become so intense and I came so much. I wanted to share it with mom, wanted her to see, but it wasn’t to be.


After I cleaned myself up again, and I heard her downstairs preparing dinner, I snuck back in her room and put the K-Y back in her drawer. Before leaving her room, I checked her hamper. Right on top in the hamper, on top of the gym shorts, was the sexiest pair of thong panties I’d ever seen. They were red lace and the panel that would’ve covered her pussy was attached to a narrow lace waistband at the top. At the back it was only about an inch wide. They were soaked! I didn’t have to put them to my nose to smell my mom’s sex, but I did anyway. I was imagining the fabric stretched tightly against mom’s pussy and asshole. I put them into my mouth, wanting to taste her again. I was concerned with nothing else. Standing right there, I unzipped my jeans, pulled out my cock, and shot a huge load of cum onto the gym shorts as I sucked and smelled the pussy soaked panties. When finished I squeezed the last drops out onto the panties, and put them back in the hamper. I put them to the side, leaving the gym shorts fully uncovered with multiple streaks and pools of my cum soaking in. I left it like that for mom to see, and went downstairs where we had a very nice dinner together, talking about nothing in particular…


to be continued...

 

Nice one Can't wait for pt 3

 

nice

 

Great, I hope that you are already working on part 3

 

Great story. Can't wait to read more. Please write it soon

 

keep going, very hot!

 

Alright, it's almost a year, where is the rest?