I posted a different version of this story last night, but it was pulled due to age concerns. I understand, and I've revised it in places to ease those concerns. I love coming to this site, and I have really enjoyed creating this story for those who've taken the time to read it, therefore I'm completely willing to make revisions to stay within the site's guidelines.

Although my previous version of part 5, and this new revised version, never refer to the ages of any of the participants, it should be noted that ALL characters in this work of fiction are of legal age.

You should search and find the previous 4 installments of this story before reading this.

Enjoy!


Mom and dad finished moving the furniture in their room on Sunday without my help. I was hoping dad would have to be somewhere or go golfing. I didn’t care if he had to go to the grocery, I just wanted him out of the house for even a few minutes so that I could “help” mom finish the work in their bedroom! It wasn’t meant to be however.


At school on Monday my mind was so pre-occupied that I couldn’t concentrate on anything. My Chemistry teacher even asked me to stay after class. She was worried about my demeanor and apparent disregard for her classes over the last couple of weeks. “I’m just having some girl troubles” I explained. “I didn’t realize you were dating” she said. It was a small town and the teachers knew everyone, so it wasn’t unusual for her to have some insight into who was dating whom. “Technically, I’m not. She’s out of school. I don’t know how to make her understand how much I care for her” I replied. “It’s really none of my business” she said, “but I’ve learned that honesty is the best policy. You’ll be better off just telling her straight out how you feel. It may not turn out the way you’d like, but at least you’ll know. I DO know that if you don’t start focusing in this class, you’ll You’ll be in serious trouble of not passing. You realize you need this class to graduate this May, right?” “Yes, I know” I said. With college coming so quickly, I needed to make sure I not only passed, but got a decent grade. I thanked her for the advice and rushed to my next class.


I thought about what she said. She was probably right, but she had no idea that the girl in question was my own mom! It wasn’t a school romance where I could gush my heart out to a girl in my class. This was my mom. She was already in a serious relationship. The one that had resulted in my being born! Besides, I still loved her as my mom. I never thought that we’d have a “lasting” romantic relationship. At least not when this all started. I didn’t expect her to leave my father for me! Still, my love for mom had transformed into something much deeper than before. I still thought of her as “mom”, but at the same time, when I thought about her, my cock would tingle and grow. I’d see the image of my cum dripping off of her face and running down her breasts. I’d see her rubbing my sperm into those same beautiful breasts, and licking it off of her fingers. Most of all, I could still hear her voice. Her throaty, sultry voice telling me my “cum tastes so...fucking...good…”. Like I said, I could think of little else.


When I got home that day, both of my parent’s cars were parked in the driveway. Mom should have still been at work, but got off early sometimes. My dad, on the other hand, was never home so early! I was scared about what was up, and in a near panic when I walked into the house. My mind raced with all kinds of possibilities. Mom had felt guilty and told my dad. Maybe he found out somehow on his own. There was no reason that I could think of that would calm my nerves.


They were both waiting for me when I entered the house. I’d barely removed my shoes before Dad started in. “Your mom got a call from your chem teacher today, and I got a call from your coach. Coach Wade tells me you’ve dropped to alternate in your wrestling weight class. Alternate? You get to your last year and all of a sudden you’re an alternate?” I didn’t reply because I could tell that dad wasn’t looking for an answer. “He says it doesn’t look like you even try anymore. Says you rush out as soon as possible when practice is over. If you’ve decided you don’t want to wrestle anymore that’s fine, but why wait until your last year? You’ve spent the three previous years to get to this point. Your mom said your chemisty teacher is worried about you too. We both get calls today? From two different people at your school? What’s going on with you?” When I still didn’t say anything, he said “Look son, it’s time to take responsibility for your own future! You’re old enough to go to war for Christ’s sake! You can’t get this far and fall off the ledge!”


I was quiet for moment, then asked “what did my chemistry teacher say exactly?”. Mom shot me a quick look that said “what are you doing?”, then said, “well, uh, she told me you’d said you were having girl problems, and were in serious trouble of falling so far behind that you might not pass the class”. “Girl trouble!?”, my dad asked quickly. “With who? You’ve never said anything to me about any girl problems.” “Dad, I really don’t want to talk about it” I said. “Son, girl’s are the fast track to derailment for your sports and school. The world is filled with stories of careers lost to pussy”. “STOP!” my mom yelled. “I really don’t think that is helping anything, and I REALLY don’t think you should use that kind of language with him.” “It’s okay mom. I hear worse than that at school.” “Of course he does” dad said. “Who is she? Do I know her?” Mom was really squirming at the direction this had all taken. Dad didn’t seem to notice, but I sure did.


“She’s older than me, and yes you know her. But I don’t want to say who it is” I told him. “Older than you?” he asked. He was confused because I was the oldest in my class, having lost a year when we moved to Indiana. There had been a problem with how the credits transferred between states. “Yeah dad, she’s not in school anymore” I said. “Wow” he replied. “Going after older women! That’s my boy!” He had this huge grin on his face, having no idea that the older “girl” was his wife. I’m sure he was imagining some college girl. He went on, “do you hear that babe? We are in the presence of a real stud!” Mom’s face was flushed. She wanted to stop this conversation as quickly as possible. “Leave him alone. I don’t think we should make light of his personal life” she said. Then she smiled and added, “I knew he was a stud though”. Now MY face was flush with embarrassment. It was strange to hear my mom say that, and even weirder knowing that her meaning was lost on my dad. He laughed and said, “well stud, I’m going to go back to work. I’ll leave you two to sort all of this out, but you’d better get focused in the classroom! Do you understand me?” I nodded in the affirmative. “And talk to your coach. He needs to know that you want to finish the season strong.” “Yessir” I replied as dad kissed mom on the cheek and left the house.


“That was awkward” my mom said after dad had left. “You think?” I replied. Mom smiled and said “so tell me about this girl that has you so preoccupied that you’re failing algebra, and getting kicked off the team.” She was gorgeous. She was dressed in her work outfit. A tan, knee length skirt that buttoned up the front, with a darker brown, wide belt that accentuated her hips. Her top was a grey sweater that also buttoned up the front. It closed at the top in a deep V-neck. I wouldn’t describe it as “plunging”, but it certainly left some cleavage visible. Even with the cleavage, it was conservative enough that she could wear it to work, but I didn’t doubt that some men and students were taking peaks. Her outfit was completed by 4” high heels in a color that matched her belt perfectly. My mind had wandered after taking her in. She was a true vision of beauty standing in front of me. “Hello? Are you still with me here?” she said and snapped me out of my trance.


“So?” she said. “So what?” I asked. “So tell me about this girl”. “Are you serious?” I asked her. “Of course. I need to know what type of girl can rattle my son’s world so.” “Mom. I think you know what kind” I said. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about” she replied. She was clearly enjoying this exchange. She’d stand in one spot for a moment, then shift her weight to the other side. One moment she had her hips to one side with her arms at her side. One leg was bent so that her foot was wrapped behind the heel of the other. Then she’d shift, her hips would swing to the other side, and she’d switch feet. She’d also raise one hand to her hip. It was classic runway posing, and it was intoxicating.


I decided to play along with her game. Besides, it gave me time to continue looking her over. “Well, to begin with she’s a total tease. She knows how hot she makes me, and I think she likes it.” “Of course she likes it honey” she said. “All women like to be wanted. Especially as they get older”. I went on, “well, she’s all I think about. She turns me on to no end. I jack off to her every day. Most days I jack off more than once”. “REALLY?” mom asked. “It’s true” I said. “I’ve even stolen her panties. I use them when I jack off. I just wanted to know how she smelled, you know? Then I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was addicted”. “Honey…” she began, but I interrupted her. “When she found out I was taking her panties, she must’ve liked it, because she started bringing them to me.” I waited to see what she’d say but she just stood there silently. “I’ve even masturbated in front of her. She seemed to enjoy that too. I’ve wanted to watch her masturbate. I mean, she has done it with me there, but never so I could really see. I want her to let me watch her. I want to really see what makes her feel good. Mostly though, I want her to let me make love to her.”


Suddenly and without a word, mom walked to the front door, opened it to look outside, then shut the door and locked it. When she turned around she stopped and stood there. She had a very serious, worried look on her face. I didn’t want to know what she was thinking, so I quickly walked to her and hugged her close. She wrapped her arms around me, hugged me back, and it felt great. Her breasts were pressed against me and she pressed her face against my chest. I squeezed her tightly to me, and began rubbing her back softly, while at the same time, made sure to press my crotch into her. There was no way she could miss my hardon pressing into her. I lowered my head and could smell her perfume. She wore just enough to allow the sweet fragrance to be noticeable.


I kissed her on top of her head, but she didn’t move. As my hands continued to rub her back through her sweater, I lowered my face further and kissed her gently on the neck, just below her ear. When I did, she inhaled quickly and pressed her head against mine. I lowered my next kiss to the base of her neck, and opened my mouth enough to gently suck and lick her skin there. This time she rolled her head back, opening up more of her neck to me and I moved my kisses around. I stopped kissing, raised my gaze to meet hers, and our eyes locked onto each other’s. No words were exchanged. I raised one of my hands to the back of her head, and gently but firmly pulled her mouth to mine. I’d kissed my mom a million times and it was NEVER like this. As my lips met hers truly, for the FIRST time, my world changed. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue gently probed its way into my mouth. My tongue welcomed hers into my mouth and it was on! She was moaning as my tongue explored her mouth and I was turned on more than I’ve ever been in my life! As we were kissing, her lips closed over my tongue and she began sucking my tongue like it was a small cock!


As I returned the favor, my one of my hands made it’s way around to cup her breast. This seemed to startle her, but only for a second. I could feel her nipple harden through her bra and sweater. I’d just begun to squeeze and massage the globe of her tit when she pulled away, and took me by the hand. She led me to my dad’s recliner. The same one I’d “almost” seen her fuck him in. She turned me so that my back was to the chair and tiptoed to kiss me again. My fingers found the buttons to her sweater, but I was too inexperienced to be very successful in unbuttoning them quickly. I’d only gotten one open, when mom reached down, unfastened my belt, and slid it from my jeans. She tossed it aside, and as we began to kiss again, she expertly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. She began to kneel, but had to stop because her skirt was too tight to allow it. She opened enough buttons to allow her to go to her knees in front of me, and as she did, she pulled my jeans down too. I stepped out of them and mom threw them over by my belt. My cock as a steel pipe jutting out and making a tent in my underwear. Next, mom took the waistband of my briefs in her hands and slowly lowered them as well, this time being sure to pull the waistband out so it wouldn’t hang on my cock. There was a wet spot on my underwear where my precum had soaked through. She looked at the spot, then up at me. While looking me directly in the eyes, she put my underwear to her nose and inhaled deeply. She was smelling my underwear! “MMMmmmmm. See? You’re not the only one who likes to smell dirty undies!” she said as she tossed them aside and turned her face back to my crotch. She reached out and put a hand on each of my hips and began slowly rubbing up and down my sides. My cock was poking lewdly out in front me and righ in mom’s face.


From my hips to my thighs, she stroked me, all the while staring intently at my very hard cock. For some reason, I thought of a skydiver who was unable to gather the courage to leap from the plane. It was as if she was trying to convince herself that her “chute” would open. I was in a total dream world at this point, unable to believe what was happening. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Still, it’s one thing to imagine this scenario, and something else altogether to be standing on the verge of your first blow job. And from your mom, no less! “My God. What am I doing” she said, and without hesitation, she leaned in and licked the underside of my shaft. I was looking down, wanting to see everything, and mom stared directly back into my eyes the whole time. When her tongue reached the end of my cock, she reached up and wrapped her hand around it. Her soft motherly touch had transferred to my manhood. Her nails were perfect of course and she was beautiful as she looked up at me, squeezed my cock gently, and pulled forward. A huge amount of precum leaked out from the tip of my cock and began to drop down toward the floor. Before it could reach the point of no return, mom reached out with her tongue to capture it. Rather than pulling it into her mouth right away however, her gaze returned to mine and she pulled her head backward so I could see the clear fluid stretch out between my cock head and her tongue. With a very soft moan, she gathered my precum in and licked it from the head of my cock. “That is so good” she said softly and looked up at me. She smiled sweetly and licked her lips seducing me further.


She broke our gaze then and let go of my cock. She returned both hands to my hips again as if to steady herself, and took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I don’t have a huge dick. I’m average I’d guess, at right around 6” when hard. Mom managed to take it all in with ease. At the same moment I felt my cock touch the back of her throat, I felt her nose bump my body just above my cock. She pulled all the way off, keeping only the head in her lips, and then took it all back in. While she was doing this, I could feel her tongue rubbing wildly on the bottom of my cock. I’d never felt anything so good in my life and was ready to cum. “I’m gonna cum mom!” I said, almost shouting, and she quickly pulled off. She made sure not to touch me anywhere that might push me past the point of no return. I was right on the edge, but she stopped just in time, and I didn’t cum.


She paused a few seconds, probably making sure I wasn’t going to cum, then reached up and pushed me backward into the chair. I fell heavily into it, and before I could even settle in, she moved in and took my cock back into her mouth. This was a moment I’d been fantasizing about for months, and now it was happening! Let me tell you, that it is a very surreal sight, to look down and see your mother’s head moving up and down on your cock! It was the most amazing thing I’d ever had done to me up to that point. She was an expert cocksucker. Of course, at the time, I had no experience against which to judge.


She had an elbow rested on each of my thighs and was rubbing my torso while she bobbed slowly up and down on my hardness. When she pulled her mouth off my cock, there was an audible “plop”. She then laid her head on her right arm and looked up at me smiling that sweet, gentle smile. She looked so natural and relaxed, and that smile always got to me. This time is was framed with my hard cock laying right next to her face. She looked at me smiling and extended her tongue to lick my cock. As she did, she put her right hand behind my cock to pull it forward to her tongue. She flattened her tongue against the bottom of my shaft and began an agonizingly slow lick up my shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. I groaned loudly, “AAaahhhhhhhhhMMmmmmmmmmmmmm” then lost it. “I’m cumming mom! Ohhhugggghhhhh”. As soon as I said it, she took my cock back into her mouth, and began a rapid up and down motion with her mouth. Her lips were closed tightly and her tongue was working it’s magic at the same time. I managed a soft, but very sincere, “I love you mom” as my balls let go, and my cum began spurting into mom’s mouth. Her eyes were almost completely closed now and she was moaning loudly, “Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Mmmmmm” as my cock filled her mouth with my sperm. She paused mid stroke on my cock to swallow, and I could see my cock contracting and flexing in her mouth. She opened her eyes and met mine, as I continued to cum, her tongue working overtime. When my orgasm had settled a bit, mom took a few more strokes up and down my cock with her mouth, then replaced it with her right hand. She stroked my cock slowly, squeezing tightly as she did, and took each bit of additional cum from the tip of my cock with a kiss. She’d pull on my cock, and as my jizz emerged, she’d kiss the head of my cock with a loud smooching noise. When she finally let go of my cock, she used the back side of her hand to wipe her mouth. Then she gently flicked her tongue along her lips in a very seductive manner.


“I love you too” she said softly as she lightly patted the inside of my thigh. My cock, which was still at full attention, had no intention of going soft. All I could say was “I love you” again. “I know you do honey. I can feel it and see it.” Then she added “and taste it”. “Do you really like the way I, uh, er, do you really like the way my sperm tastes?” I asked. “I do” she replied. “But it’s more than that. I love the way you look at me. I love the way you want me and that you get excited by me. It’s like I’m young all over again. I love how your desire makes me feel. And I love that you’re my son, and that I can make you feel so good.” I leaned forward and kissed her again. As our tongues met again, I detected the saltiness of my sperm in the back of my throat. When our lips broke their seal, I said “Wow. I can taste myself. You like that huh?” She laughed gently and said “well, it’s an acquired taste, but I’ve definitely acquired a taste for your’s!”


She stood up now. Her skirt was unbuttoned to the top, but otherwise she was still the secretary from the local community college. “Guess what” she said. I shook my head sideways to indicate that I didn’t know “what”. “Sucking your cock makes my pussy very wet”. My cock jumped the instant I heard her say the words. Then she said “give me your hand”. I was still sitting, but reached out with my hand. She took it gently and turned it so my palm was facing up. Her touch was so gentle. Her skin so soft, and her nails so perfect. She guided my hand through her open skirt and brought it between her thighs to rest against the crotch of her pantyhose. She moaned softly when she felt my touch. She wasn’t kidding about being wet either! The pantyhose were soaked through. She pressed my hand more firmly against her vagina and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself onto my hand. “Oh mom!” was all I could say. She took her hand off of mine, and I continued to press against her pussy, rubbing my fingers and the palm of my hand against her. Even through the pantyhose It felt very slippery, and her flesh was very soft and pliable.


I pulled my hand out of my mom’s skirt and looked at how wet it was. I held it up so she could see, then, closing my eyes, lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply. “My god mom. You smell so good”. Then I licked my hand to taste her sex. When I opened my eyes, mom was rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose, while simultaneously squeezing and rubbing one breast as she watched me. She reached out for my hand again, and when I gave it to her, she pulled me forward, and I rose from the chair, naked from the waist down, and with a raging hard on.


I hugged her tightly again, pressing my cock into her during the embrace. Again we kissed. If possible, it was even more passionate than before. My head was swimming with the events that had just unfolded. Swimming with thoughts of what had just happened and with what was still to come. I knew we were way over the line, but we had been for weeks. The only thing I knew for sure was how much I loved my mom. How could something that felt so natural and beautiful be wrong? I reached behind her and cupped her bottom in my hand as we continued to kiss. I kneaded it gently and pulled her into my erection at the same time. Even through her skirt, her ass was calling me to squeeze it.


When our kiss ended, mom looked up at me and said “pick up your pants, belt, and underwear, and take them to your room. Take a quick look around down here before hand, and make sure everything looks “right” and normal. I don’t want to miss something that your dad might see!” Then she turned and started for the stairs.


I watched her all the way. The shape of her ass was moving softly from side to side with each stride. Her hips rising and lowering with each step. The sight was making me even crazier with lust! She stopped about halfway up the stairs and turned back to me. Again our eyes met, but I noticed hers shift quickly down and back up. Mom had just taken a quick glance at my still very hard cock. She smiled softly and said, “After you’ve finished down here, and have taken your clothes to your room, please come back down to mine.”



Next, the conclusion...

 

cant wait

 

i have jacked off so many times reading your storys,please more,

 

It's one of those stories that you can't wait for the end but you don't want it to end. I am so conflicted now.

 

Great story