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GenderBender

GenderBender

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May 29, 2017
‘Mom, what the fuck.’

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This had never happened before, not once. I’d caught dad, true, but that was a long time ago, before what we don’t talk about, and he was a guy so that didn’t matter.

We always had a routine, right back as long as I can remember. Saturdays we all did our own thing, mom, dad, me and sis. And then when we finished with shopping, domestic stuff, down the gym, playing football, messing about in the yard, or whatever, we’d come home and take turns to shower before settling down for the evening. Mom went first because she needed time to cook. We could hear when whoever was in the shower had finished, so we’d give them time to clear the bathroom before heading upstairs.

It was just me and mom now, and this was my first Saturday back from uni. We were both hot and sweaty, her from hacking back the shrubbery and me from cutting the grass. She’d had more than enough time to get out the shower, dry herself and get to her room to dress before I set off up the stairs.

I was half way up when I looked up and there she was, standing at the top, looking down at me, legs astride, arms folded under the breasts. And that wasn’t all.

She was stark bollock naked. And not at all like I had expected. I knew what she looked like in a general sort of way, you know what I mean, through her clothes, her general shape and build. But holy shit.

And then, when she knew from my reaction that I had seen her, she turned and walked slowly to her room, leaving me staring at her naked ass.

What the fuck was she playing at? What had happened to her since I went to uni?

I stripped off and stepped into the shower.
 
It was a long time before he came downstairs, much longer than normal, so long his mother was serving their supper.

‘Been wanking?’ I grinned as I put his plate in front of him.

‘Mom.’ He looked embarrassed.

‘There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it and I’m your mother remember. I can always tell, your sister could too.’

I hadn’t needed any special maternal intuition. The look on his face as he scanned my body and the bulge in his shorts were enough. What would any other kid his age do in the circumstances? But the thought that his mother could know clearly unsettled him.

‘Mom, what’s got into you?’

‘Nothing, son, nothing at all, nothing’s got into me for a long while.’

His face was so easy to read. Was this just an innocent remark or something more?

Faced with uncertainty, he put his head down and began to eat.
 
What the fuck was this about? Was mom really telling me that she wanked? And then hinting that she hadn’t had sex for a while, too long, maybe since dad was around?

In the end, I had to ask her. I couldn’t spend the rest of the vacation with her behaving like this.

‘Mom, what is going on?’

She just grinned at me.

‘You know what I mean. You’ve let yourself go. The state of your-’ I stopped unsure what word to use, what word to use with mom anyway.

‘My lady garden, you mean,’ she was almost laughing.

‘Garden, mom, it’s more like a forest. It covers half your belly and hasn’t been trimmed for years by the look of it.’

‘Is that it, luv? You think I should have a trim or maybe go bald? Is that what is bothering you?’

‘No, mom, no it isn’t just that. It’s that you showed yourself to me, deliberately, admit it. And,’ I didn’t give her time to answer, ‘you’ve been sun bathing nude, that’s obvious.’

‘It is obvious when you stare at someone like you did on the stairs just now,’ was her answer and how could I deny that I had stared.

‘Stared in surprise,’ was all I could say in reply.

‘But you liked what you saw. That was obvious, which was how I knew you’d been wanking.’

Damn, there was no way I was going to get the better of her today. This was not the mom I used to know, or thought I knew.
 
‘You remind me of your father.’

That got his attention. I didn’t mention him much, neither of us did, it was too painful, still.

‘Really, mom, how?’

‘Your cock,’ I told him, ‘it’s just like his. Like his was,’ I corrected myself.

‘Mom, really, how can you possibly know. You’ve not seen me naked since I was a kid. And you should be talking to me like this, I’m your son remember.’

What an innocent, and what a prude.

‘I know what you look like, you’ve spent half your time with a hard on since puberty, and it’s easy to see the size and shape when you wander around wearing only a pair of tight shorts.’ His mouth was actually hanging open. ‘And you almost burst out of your shorts just now on the stairs. And I bet you haven’t left the table yet in case I see that you’re hard again.’ That must have hit home, because he didn’t stand up to prove me wrong.

‘Mom, please, this is embarrassing for me and for you too. Just stop, OK. We’ll pretend this evening never happened.’

Oh no, we certainly wouldn’t be doing that.

‘You got aroused at the sight of me naked, and there is no denying that,’ I wouldn’t let him interrupt or deny what I was saying. ‘You can’t deny it. If I’m wrong, stand up and show me.’

He didn’t, of course.

‘And I have no intention of embarrassing you or myself. I’ve enjoyed watching you working up a sweat in the yard. You’re a good looking guy, and well hung too. We’re both adults. You’re a man and you responded like a man, be a man and admit it.’

I waited for him to reply.
 
It was a challenge and I didn’t want to do it, really and truthfully I didn’t. What guy would want his mother to see him naked, let alone naked and rock hard, still less rock hard on account of her? But what else was I to do? Sit there and wait for my prick to go down wasn’t an option, I knew that. And she wasn’t going to leave. So all that left was me covering myself with my hands and making a dash for the stairs, which would just make me look stupid.

In the end, I had to accept the inevitable. I pushed the chair back from the table and rose slowly to reveal a large bulge and a damp patch on the front of my shorts. Mom just stared, her mother open, she actually licked her lips at one point. She was talking to herself, but I only caught the odd word, mostly ‘fuck’ and sometimes ‘father’. She was fidgeting on her chair and her left hand had disappeared under the table. I tried not to imagine what she was doing with it. I had to break the spell, somehow.

‘OK, mom, so can we move on now, please?’ That got no reaction.

‘Mom, this isn’t right, and you know it, we both know it.’ Again no response.

‘Come on, mom, this just isn’t what mothers do.’ That got a reaction.

‘The fuck you know,’ you snapped. ‘A lot do actually. Wendy even send round a picture of her son’s. That was spectacular.’

Something about her expression made me act quickly.

‘No, mom, no way,’ I retreated across the room, ‘you are absolutely not going to photograph me and send it to your friends, definitely not.’

But she had followed me, fast as cat after a mouse, and her hands were on my waistband.

‘No,’ I grabbed her wrists, ‘no, just stop this, right now.’ And then I had a brainwave. ‘Just imagine what dad would think if he saw you now.’

But mom’s answer was the last thing I expected.
 
‘Your dad would understand how fucking desperate I’ve been since we lost him.’ I choked a bit on those words. ‘He knew most guys didn’t measure up to him, which is why he always knew he could trust me not to sleep around when he was overseas. And he’d understand that, once he was gone, I’d need to find someone who could satisfy me like he did.’

He was still holding my wrists, but I wasn’t going to back off.

‘You know his first words after you were born? When he came to the hospital? He wanted to know how big you dick was. That was his first thought. And as you were growing up, he’d check to see how you tackle was developing. And when you got to the age when you didn’t want you mom to see your dangly bits, he’s find a reason to catch you in the shower or check on you before we went to bed. He was proud that you had taken after him.’

Still he wouldn’t let go of my wrists.

‘So he’d be proud of you and how you’ve grown. He’d understand that I had let you become a man and get some experience before-’

‘Yes, mom, before, before what?’

‘Before I let you know that you are the only man who can give me what I need, like your father before you. And don’t think that I haven’t looked for someone. Do you think I have wanted to be frustrated these past few years? Don’t push me away now, please.’

I wrenched my wrists free and grabbed the top of his shorts and prepared to jerk them off him.

‘I’m not like the girls you meet at uni who can hop from one bed to another, a different guy every night. I need what you’ve got in these shorts and I am fucking well going to have it. After all the time I spent bringing you and then waiting for you to grow into a man, I am not going to wait any longer.’
 
She was too fast for me. before I had a chance to stop her, my shorts were heading south and I was standing there naked with my dick swaying and mom almost salivating as she stared at my crotch.

I let out a long sigh, a mixture of resignation and exasperation.

‘OK, mom, so you’ve got what you wanted. I hope you’re happy, because I’m not.’

This was, to be honest with you, the most embarrassing moment of my life. Worse than having cum within seconds of being inside my first girlfriend. Even worse than finding out an ex had told all her friends that I hadn’t been able to get it up three nights in a row.

‘You were right. I was masturbating after you exposed yourself to me on the stairs. And yes, I was a long time. Do you know why? I’ll tell you. I couldn’t get off because I knew it was wrong to be in that state after seeing you but I knew that I had to so that we could spend the evening together without this’ I gestured at my dick, but she wasn’t looking, probably wasn’t even listening, ‘getting the way. And if you hadn’t started talking dirty all through supper, I wouldn’t be in this state now.’

‘You could have thought about your girlfriend instead of me if you had been that keen to cum.’ So she had been listening.

‘No, mom, that would have made things worse. You messed with my head and I wasn’t going to make it worse by thinking of someone else. Look,’ I tried a different tack and tone, ‘I’m sorry that you are missing dad, really I am, but this isn’t the answer. There are lots of guys who’d queue to give you what you want.’

‘No, they couldn’t, because what I want, what I need and what I am determined to have, is this, staring me in the face. And don’t pretend that you don’t want the same. You wouldn’t be in this state if you didn’t. Just admit it to yourself.’

She was right of course, in a way, but she was wrong too, and I was determined to get that point across to her.

‘Yes, mom, I am in this state because of you, but that is because you have deliberated engineered it to happen. But unlike you I know it is wrong and I am not going to give in to how I feel. I know I've got a big dick, but I didn't ask for one. I'd rather just be average. Guys get jealous and turn nasty, and girls treat me like a lump of meat. I am entitled to respect and I thought that of all people I could expect that from you. It looks like I was wrong. One of us has to be a mature adult, and it obviously isn’t going to be you.’

That was when she slapped me. Hard, knocking my head sideways and leaving me with a cheek that was stinging.

And then, while I was still in shock, she stripped off, tossing her clothes over her shoulders, leaving her as naked as when she was standing above me on the stairs.

I couldn’t stop myself looking at her, or noticing how damp her thighs were.

It was obvious that I wasn’t going to talk my way out of this, so I moved to push past her and escape to my room.
 
He always had been a selfish bastard. No thought for his mother, just for himself. He’d got rock hard just at the sight of me, at my age, standing on the landing. He’d wanked himself off – I just didn’t believe all that nonsense about not being able to do it – and then got hard again just sitting opposite me at the supper table. And then he’d stood naked in front of me, waving his cock from side to side. He’d left me dripping juices down my thighs, the first time since we lost his dad, and now he thought he could just walk off, for another quiet wank probably. Well, he was mistaken, he was so mistaken.

As he tried to push past me, I grabbed the only thing I could get hold of, his cock. Took a firm hold and pulled hard, arresting his progress and twisting him round to face me again.

‘You,’ I was angry now and my voice showed it, ‘are not going anywhere.’ That’s what I used to say when he was a child and tried to run off to avoid being punished. ‘Just look at the state I am in. Feel if you don’t believe me.’ I grabbed hold of his hand and pulled it to my pussy, rubbing it through the sodden hair on my belly and over the slimy flesh between my legs.

‘Now do you believe me,’ I was almost spitting in his face. He didn’t try to get his hand back, I noticed, so I forced him to massage my labia, back and forth, pressing hard, rubbing vigorously. I could have cum right there and then, no problem, but I wasn’t going to let myself, no way, I hadn’t waited all this time just to have a quick wank. There was only one thing that would satisfy me, and I had my hand holding it fast.

‘Go on,’ I ordered him, ‘you’ve got two hands, haven’t you. Do something with the other one.’ I wasn’t going to release my grip on his cock, I’m not that stupid, so he’d have to decide what to do for himself. ‘Come on. What do you prefer, thighs, tits, ass? Have a feel of all of them, see which you prefer. Come on, show me what a man you are.’

For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t react, but eventually he did, tentatively at first, he reached up and fondled by right breast. Expertly, this guy had experience, rolling it with his palm, pinching the nipples, twisting them and pulling. I pushed against his hand to show my appreciation.

‘A tit guy, just like your father, I should have known it. Would you like me to ride you and dangle them in your face or do you want to hump me and watch them bounce around as you pound me? Or what about doggy, so you can play with them from behind? Your choice?’

It happened in an instant, as I was talking, before I could do anything to prevent it. I felt his cock throb and suddenly a hot jet of sperm landed on my yet, followed by another, then another.

‘Quickly,’ I screamed, ‘quickly, come inside me, now, while you’re still hard enough. Let me feel that cock up my cunt.’
 
I felt sick, physically sick, by what had happened. If things hadn’t been bad already, she made them worse. Stripped me off, grabbed by dick and began masturbating me, rubbing, pulling and squeezing, and then used my hand to masturbate herself. How disgusting could she get? I didn’t think it could get worse, until, until she pushed against me, trapping my hand and rubbing her breast on it.

Please don’t think I’m a prig, because I’m not. I’ve got a girlfriend and this is being unfaithful to her. I know how I would feel if her dad were doing this to her, and it shouldn’t be any different when my mom is doing it to her son. It’s wrong, we all know that, even if I didn’t have a girlfriend, but that makes it worse. My head just isn’t coping with this. How can anyone be prepared for this sort of attack. Yea, attack, that is what it was, an assault. Didn’t I make it clear enough that I did not want it? How could she not get it? Doesn’t she have any respect for me at all? It doesn’t seem like it.

And then it got worse. I couldn’t control myself, not with her behaving like that. It was just too much, and remember she has a lifetime experience at doing this compared to me. I knew it would happen, but just couldn’t stop it. And once my balls started pumping, I knew I was lost. And she just stood there, holding my dick as it shot all over the chest. I thought that at least I could get away then, but no, she was shouting about me penetrating her while I still could.

It was all an accident, what happened next. One of those fate conspiring moments, when things go the opposite to what you want and planned. She pushed against me, so I pushed back, she slipped, but still had hold of my dick, pulling me down on top of her. And as I collapsed onto her, she spread her thighs and guided me in. The next thing I knew, my dick was in her vagina and she had her legs around my waist and was thrusting up and down.

Now you guys all know that we get very tender after cumming, it soon becomes painful to carry out with sex, and she had to know that at her age, but she kept on, despite me calling out to her to stop, that she was hurting me. All I was aware of was her hot vagina with the slime all over my dick and balls. I’d got to the point of not being able to take any more, when she started screaming and shouting that she was cumming.

I don’t know what I am going to do. I have to tell someone, but it can’t be my girlfriend. She won’t believe me. She’ll just say, well you were hard, so you must have wanted it. But it wasn’t like that. it was a physical thing. That’s how it is at my age, everyone knows it, we get hard at the slightest excuse. Seeing a woman across the street, smelling a perfume in the elevator, brushing against someone as we pass, or just thinking about someone or something can trigger it off. But that doesn’t mean we want to jump on them and start fucking them. Obviously. But women just don’t get that.
 
I’d thought about this moment for so long, for years actually, but I never imagined it would happen like this, here in the kitchen, with my son throwing me onto the floor and thrusting into me like a stallion and rubbing his sperm over my tits.

His father had been keen to see me after coming back from overseas, and he wasn’t usually in the mood to wait, neither was I for that matter. But I never dreamed that our son would be so eager.

Despite not being completely hard any longer, he rammed home and crashed into my cervix. ‘OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCHHHHH’ I screamed but he seemed to realise that I wasn’t complaining and I was desperate to finish it while he could still manage it. and he was desperate too, I understood that, it was only natural, it was a matter of pride to finish what he had started.

I held him as much as I could, clenching onto his cock with my cunt muscles and pulling his close to me with my thighs, but he thrust away, even when he was getting sensitive. I was peeling him, and knowing that he was willing to endure that pain just made it all the hotter for me.

I was screaming and bawling, the usual obscenities I expect, I don’t really remember. All I was aware of was his rod inside me, pumping long and fast, taking me closer with every thrust, leaving me increasingly desperate as I felt the waves of orgasm growing in my belly.

And then, all of a sudden, just when I felt he wouldn’t be able to continue any more, it burst. Washing across my belly, then pulsing through my vag, I was shaking and hollering and cursing and then it happened, that sudden warm that I knew I couldn’t control as my bladder emptied, soaking us with a hot stream. I prayed that my bowels would hold and, thank goodness, they did.
 
No son should have to witness what I just saw. We’ve all heard bedroom sounds. There’s no way to avoid them in a modern home with thin walls. The occasional giggle, a moan, even a stifled scream. But this was different. Being inside my mother was bad enough. But actually seeing her orgasm, her face contorted, her body writhing, shouting obscenities. And you know the worst of it, or so I thought, actually feeling her vagina pulsing. I’ve never felt that before, not with any of my girlfriends. And none of them has ever behaved like mom just did. She was like an animal. We’ve all heard stories about oversexed middle-aged women, but for your own mother to be one and for you to actually witness her in action, well is it any wonder I felt sick.

But she wasn’t done yet. Just when I thought it was all over, she wet herself, showering me, and leaving us lying on the tiles of the floor in a pool of her piss.

How can we ever have a normal relationship after that? How can we chat about everyday things, how I’m getting on at uni, what sort of career I want after that, whether I can have her old car? Normal stuff, family stuff.

I fled as soon as I could. She wouldn’t let me go at first, trapping me with her vaginal muscles and her thighs around my waist. But in the end, she just went floppy and I fled, straight to the bathroom. I thought I was going to be vomit, but I managed to hold it down and took a shower before checking the coast was clear so that I could run to my room. There is no lock or bolt on any doors in the house, there’s never been any need. It was enough to know that a closed door meant someone was in the room. Now the closed door was a signal to mom that I was inside. But did that mean I was safe from her or in danger?

There were normal household sounds from downstairs. Mom stacking the dishwasher, listening to the news on TV, moving the chairs around. I could track her as I lay on my bed. I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep, but every time I did images came back to me, her standing at the top of the stairs with her legs open, that huge patch of damp hair, her expression when she saw my dick, her face as she had her orgasm.

What should I do? What would anyone do in my position? I could grab my bag and go back to uni, or phone the police, or talk to a friend, or confide in my girlfriend. Or I could go downstairs and confront mom, hoping that now she was sated she would be calm and rational and we could work out a way forward. That was the mature, adult thing to do. But there was no way I was going to do it. I didn’t trust mom for a start. After what had happened in the last couple of hours, who would trust her? She wasn’t going to change that quickly.

But there was something else that kept me here in my room. Something far more frightening than how my mother might react. It was me. Despite how she had treated me, with a total lack of respect as a man, let alone as her child, and despite the self-loathing I felt for what I had done, been forced to do, my body was reacting to the memories. As I looked down, I found myself staring at a rock hard erection, its purple head with more sperm dribbling out.

That was when a thought struck me. This is what being adult means. It means being faced with difficulties and dilemmas, and having to decide what to do all on my own. It means not having any experience to fall back on. It means being frightened by your own conflicting feelings. And there was only one person in the world who will ever understand and be there for you, one person to help you through to a solution: a parent. For me, that meant my mother, who just happened to be the problem.

As I was wondering how to establish some form of contact with my mom, my phone pinged with a text from my girlfriend, sending me a picture of her in some new underwear. I was tempted to send back a shot of my prick, but it wasn’t a reaction to her pic and it wouldn’t be fair to her to pretend it was. She’d known I had seen the photo, so I send back a grinning smiley. It was as I pressed send that I had the idea.

I called mom and she answered.

‘Mom,’ I said, ‘if I come downstairs, can we talk please, just talk, nothing more?’
 
He looked very sheepish when he came down, as well he should. Typical man, disappearing just because he thinks he’s done his job. It was good of him to stay after he came himself, but once I’d cum, he thought he was done and off he went. Why don’t guys get it that we women need post-coital attention too, something to show that we are appreciated and not just a receptacle for their spunk?

Still, now was not the moment to make to try to explain that. As we know, girls, that is the work of years, not minutes. One step at a time. I had to put myself in his position and let him know that I understood how he was feeling. Without, of course, making it clear that that was what I was doing.

‘You must so proud,’ I began, ‘to make me cum like that. I don’t suppose it’s ever happened with those girls you hang out with. They’ll squeal and moan a bit, and think that just because they feel nice and warm, they’ve had an orgasm. They don’t know that it takes a long time for a woman to mature enough to respond like that, and to do it first time, and when you weren’t even properly hard, fuck that was impressive. Your dad would have been jealous.’

I tried to read his expression, but it was so difficult. He had put on that blank look that he used as a teenager to cover up his feelings.

‘And proud too. That was an impressive performance, really it was, I’m not just saying that to make you feel good. Guys, men, of your age are so often just concerned about themselves. But you worked through your pain, and I know what that’s like because your father explained it to me once, and he knew a lot about handling pain, and knowing a guy is going through that just to satisfy his woman, well that is a magnificent turn out, and no mistake. Just thinking about it is making me wet again.’

As I moved towards him, he moved backwards and threw himself onto the sofa. Of course, he was probably tired after that first session, so it was right for me to take the burden this time. I climbed astride him and felt his cock stiffening as I settled down on him.
 
It was rape. There, I’ve said it, rape, pure and simply, no other word for it. It would be humiliating enough to be raped by a woman, but by my own mother.

It was all a blur. She moved towards me, I stepped back, collided with the arm of the sofa and toppled back. She grabbed my shorts as I fell and climbed on top of me. Before I knew what was happening, she had her long t-shirt over her head and was sinking down onto my dick.

Yes, OK, so I was hard. who wouldn’t have been? What with all that talk she gave me and telling me that dad would have been jealous and proud of me. This had nothing to do with attraction. I mean, mom’s pretty enough for her age, when she’s dressed, done her hair and has her make up on. Sure. But we’re not talking sexual attraction, not like I feel for my girlfriend. But naked, that’s another matter. There’s all that hair for a start and her skin is pale and scarred from when I was born.

She much have read my face, because she started talking about herself. ‘Look at that, son, go on, take a good look, this is what a mature woman looks like, not one of those boring perfect bodies like those girls you hang out with, but a real body, one that’s been lived in. And a body that’s been lived in is a body that knows how to satisfy a man. Not one that just lies back and spreads its thighs so the guy can pleasure her. No, this is a body that takes control and makes the guy feel things he’s never experienced before.’

Hell, why was she talking like this? I just wanted to get away, but I was stuck, with her weight on my hips and my dick up her cunt. Oh no, I just used the c- word, about my mom. I wasn’t sure I was up for this. I could cum, no doubt, despite cumming twice I could definitely manage another, even two probably, but I was sore, raw in fact. It was just as well that she was dripping wet, otherwise I’d have been screaming. But she was still talking.

‘We’re going to have so much fun before you go back to uni. And when you get back there, you’ll be able to show those girls a thing or two. They won’t know what’s hit them.’

And then she was off, rising, falling, twisting this way and that, throwing my dick around, her tits waving and bouncing. If this had been my girlfriend, if it had been anyone except my mom, well mom and my sister. I tried to get out, really I did, every time she rode up my dick, I tried to pull away and get out from under her, but that just made her more frantic, I was afraid she’s break my dick. How would I ever explain that to a doctor?

I was just thinking that when I felt my balls tighten and begin to pulse. I let out a scream, surprise more than pleasure, but she understood what it was and rode me harder. Her face was contorted as she struggled to cum, but in the end I beat her to it, pumping my load deep into her cunt, impregnating her. That shook me, the thought that she might get pregnant. We hadn’t use a condom and she wouldn’t have needed contraception with dad gone and no other guys around. It was while I was imagining my mom having our baby that she came, less violently than before and, thank goodness, without wetting herself. But she collapsed on top of me, trapping me. I put my arms around her, for something to do and found them resting on her buttocks.

It wasn’t intentional, but it set her off again and she began smothering me with kisses, neck, ears, mouth, her tongue probing and exploring. And I found myself playing with her ass. Damn, this was just getting worse.
 
He went for my ass. Sweet fuck, how did he know? Did he used to watch his dad and me? We wondered sometimes, when we heard noises, if he or his sister, or both were watching us through the crack in the bedroom door. Not that we cared if they were. We were always open about sex, although not nudity for some reason, strange that. I didn’t give him any encouragement, didn’t drop a hint like pulling his hands there, nothing. He just knew what to do. And of course it worked, got me going again while my orgasm was still rolling.

And then he started bucking, which pushed me up and allowed his fingers into my buttock crack, at one point I was sure he was going to finger my hole, but he didn’t get the chance because he gave one almighty heave that send me toppling off him to land on the rug and he immediately rolled off the sofa and crashed down on top of me.

Can you believe it, he was still hard. What a stud, even his dad wouldn’t get stiff again that soon, not even at his peak. He’d missed my cunt of course, that would have been expecting too much, but all I needed to do was shift a bit and lend him a hand to guide his cock, and there he was, safe and sound, up my pussy.

Fuck I was going to be sore tomorrow. We both were.
 
What a reaction. Now that I remember, sis and I spotted that sometimes when dad walked past mom or stood behind her, she would squirm and put on that special look, which we didn’t understand at the time. Now I know the reason – he was fondling her ass. I only rested my hands on her buttocks, but she went wild, thrashing around, pushing against my hand, forcing my fingers into places I didn’t want to go. Just a thought, but did she and dad used to have anal intercourse. What a horrible idea.

I had to get out of there, no matter what, which was how I came to be bucking and thrusting her upwards, so I could crawl out from underneath and make a run for my room. I needed to chat to my girlfriend, just for normality, and sanity. No such luck. I bucked her so hard she toppled off me and landed on the rug. Which would have been fine, except that my own momentum carried me off the sofa to land on top of her. She gasped as I knocked the wind out of her, but she recovered faster than I did and had my dick inside her before I knew what was happening.

How did she manage that? Was I still hard, or was she so wet that she was able to force me in anyway? Whatever, I was stuck and she was wiggling and wriggling and moaning again. ‘Oh fuck, my ass.’ Or was she saying ‘Oh fuck my ass.’ I didn’t know and no way was I going to ask her, just in case I got an answer I didn’t like. I was trying to put the images out of my mind, her and dad, me and her, when she was off again.

‘You’re a real stud, fucking hard again, fourth time now, that was the most your dad every managed.’ Covering me in kisses, pulling my head down to nuzzle her neck. Thrusting up against me, so hard she almost tossed me off a couple of times.

‘No, mom, no, I can’t do this, you have to stop.’ It all came out in gasps between gulps of air.

‘Yes, luv, of course you can do it, you’re young, go on, show me what a bull you are. Dump that bullocks’ spunk, right up my cunt, deep, deeper, fill me.’

She had misunderstood, again. Why couldn’t I make her understand? Didn’t she want to?

While I was distracted by these thoughts, she had grabbed my hands and pushed them under her buttocks.

‘Yea, finger me, that’s it, finger that little pleasure hole.’ Hell, no way. ‘Finger fuck me, cock fuck me, get me off, come on, come on, COME ON.’

And the worst of it was that I could feel myself about to cum again. This had to be it, surely. Thank goodness, she wouldn’t be able to interfere with me after this.
 
Oh sweet fuck. He’s going to cum, he’s struggling and straining, but he’s going to do it, and he only came a matter of minutes ago. Fuck, he’s probably servicing his whole class at uni.

What I’d really like is that thick cock up my ass, where his fingers are working away now. Ass fucked, cunt fucked, finger fucked, cock fucked, totally fucked out.

Oh god, how is he managing this. It’s got to be me, it just has to be, he surely isn’t turned on like this by that kid he’s dating. Even his dad wasn’t like this, not even in his prime.

He’s lost it now, bucking and fucking desperately.

‘That’s it, come on son, come on baby, give it to mummy, really hard, just like daddy did, better than daddy did. Fill that cunt.’

I’m squeezing my tits, pulling those nipples, twisting and teasing them.

‘Yes, darling, yes, drain those balls, dump every last drop. Give it to me, lover.’
 
It was pride, masculine pride, that’s what it was. I had to cum, show this woman that I could cum, let her see my virility. Silly, but that’s how it was. And it was a real struggle, believe me, to produce another shot. Was this my fourth, or even fifth? I had lost count. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, a couple of shots and then some dribble, and I had shot my load for the day. This was definitely the last I could manage.

I collapsed on top of her to take stock of what had just happened. Realised my fingers were still in her ass, so I pulled them out, which made her moan.

What were all those things she had said to me? She’d called me her baby, her darling, her lover even. Shit. Said I was better than dad. WOW, he was a real guy, military, tough and hard as nails. And I was better. But this couldn’t go on, it had to stop, right now. And then we could get back to normal, forget this hadn’t happened, or at least try to forget.

My dick had shrunk and slid out. I pushed myself off mom and knelt between her thighs. My balls were hanging and swinging, loose and empty, banging against my legs as they swung to and fro.

Mom lay there, her hair matted, her chest sweaty, her tits dangling either side, her public hair sodden, and her pussy glisten between her open thighs. And on her face, there was a broad grin. What was it she had said? This is how a real woman has sex? Something like that, cruder probably. But suddenly it struck me that it was true. This wasn’t like having it off with my girlfriend. She always looked just the same when it was over, always immaculate as when we had started, like she hadn’t really experienced that much different from a drink or a good meal.

And I understood too, that this was born of her desperation, of being deprived of my dad for so many years and having no one to compare with him, until I came along. Would my girlfriend ever become like this, in twenty years or so? How could I ever go back to her and be satisfied after what I had just experienced? But I was going to have to do just that, because this could not go on.

‘Mom,’ I tried to sound adult, mature and firm, ‘I’m sorry that I did that, so sorry.’

And as I looked at her, I could almost convince myself that I felt my dick twitch. But that wasn’t possible, no way.
 
It’s uncanny. So like his father. He used to kneel between my legs when he was done, showing off his body to me, and scanning me with his eyes to catch every sign of my pleasure, from my sweat to my smile to the moment when his spunk began to dribble out of my cunt. That was the moment, when we were trying for a baby, that he would lift my hips so that I didn’t lose a single precious sperm.

And that’s what his son is doing now. Not the hip raising bit, but kneeling there, showing off his body. It’s nothing like his dad’s, of course. He was military, always working out, muscle bound, hard, scarred, virility on legs. Our son is smoother, softer, not nearly as strong. But he has stamina, no doubt about that, and he’s virile, fuck he’s virile. I’m drained. Every muscle has been strained and is now aching, I couldn’t get off the floor if I tried, just like one of those long sessions with his dad when the kids were sound asleep.

This wasn’t something I ever expected, to have been ridden by my own child, penetrated, impregnated. I never thought of him in that way, not once, even when his father was checking out the wedding tackle as he always called it, seeing if he was taking after him. Mothers are programmed not to feel that way, aren’t they, just like sons are programmed not to feel like this about their mother or sister. Why did I mention his sister? A vague memory, something she said once, in passing and it didn’t make sense at the time, but I put it away to ponder later. Why has it just come into my head?

He’s talking to me, but I’m not taking in what he is saying.

‘Darling, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but did you fuck your sister at all?’
 
Shit. How did mom find that out. I’ve never mentioned it, not to a soul. So it had to be sis. Trust her to shout her mouth off. How many others has she told about it?

I sank back on my heels and hung my head. Mom pushed herself up so that she was sitting opposite me, her legs still spread around me.

‘Tel me,’ she whispered, although there was no one else who could hear.

It was the night after my 18th​ birthday party. I was in bed texting some friends, when she walked in. No knock on the door, no ‘is it OK if I come in?’ Just walked right in. She was ready for bed, as usual in her vest (white tonight) and shorts (purple tonight). She dropped onto the bed, shoving me towards the wall.

‘So, you’re a man now.’

I nodded.

‘Time for you to see what a woman looks like instead of those kids you hang out with.’

And she just pulled her vest over her head. No bra, nothing, except her breasts and there isn’t much of those. Not compared to mom, or the kids she was disparaging for that matter. And the nipple was like a tiny red dot. Then she stood up and pushed her shorts over her wide hips and fat thighs. Stood there like that for a while, so I could have a good look.

‘What do you think little brother? How does that make you feel?’

She sat down again, grinning at me as she peeled the sheet back exposing my chest and belly. Slowly, like she was unwrapping a present. Then her hand slid under the sheet, and felt around for my dick. It was soft, well what would you expect, she was my sister.

‘Oh dear, little brother, are you nervous, is this your first time?’ It wasn’t actually, but I didn’t need to reply, because she buried her head under the sheet and gobbled my dick into her mouth. I’d never been treated like that before, she didn’t lick or suck, she attacked me like she was eating me. It was only a matter of seconds before I began to stiffen and fill her mouth, pushing at the back of her throat.

She pulled her head up and threw the sheet back.

‘Fuck,’ she exclaimed, ‘not such a little brother after all. I’m going to have some of that.’

She just climbed astride me and rode me, swinging her hips like she was dancing. I was soon moaning and didn’t try to stop myself cumming. It was over in a couple of minutes, but she didn’t seem to care. She just climbed off me, bent down to retrieve her clothes, flashing her big ass at me, and left.

Mom was licking her lips as I told her what happened, eyes gleaming.

‘The little whore,’ she muttered to herself, so quietly I barely caught what she was saying. Then louder. ‘You know she’s doing escort work. It helps pay her bills.’

What a family.
 
His expression was so funny.

‘Weren’t you ever suspicious about how much money she had? She is only a sales assistance, so how could she afford those expensive clothes or that luxury car?’

I could see his mind working on that as realisation slowly dawned that his big sister was a high class escort.

‘You just said that she got you hard almost immediately and that you came very quickly. She knows all the tricks to get her clients aroused and then to make cum. The faster the better so she can fit in another client.’

His mouth was hanging open.

‘And she wasn’t bothered about cumming herself, was she? She just got you off and walked away.’

I stood up so that he was staring at my crotch.

‘I don’t think she is interested in sex really, except as a way of making money. She doesn’t understand what real sex is about.’

I pulled his head towards my pussy.

‘This is what real sexy is like. It’s messy and slimy. It stinks of sweat, piss, spunk and cunt juices.’

I pushed his face into my pubes and rubbed it.

‘Smell that, baby.’

Keeping hold of his head, I dropped backwards on the rug and swung my legs around his neck, pulling him tight into me.

‘Go on, smell us, taste us, suck me clean, lick me dry.’

And to my surprise, that is what he did. Gnawing at my sore pussy, chewing hard and biting on my lips and clit, working his tongue around and around. And again those hands, working on my buttocks, his fingers sneaking along my crack. Again.
 
My mind was a mess. images of my sister dressed up and playing the whore for money before casually walking off for her next trick, if that’s the right word. That image of her riding me that night has haunted me ever since. My girlfriend doesn’t understand why I can’t cope with her riding me, but I can hardly tell her that she reminds me of my sister.

And as for mom, well she stank. It’s not easy for a son to say that about his mother, but it was true. Piss and cum and sweat and her own juices, all matting on her forest of pubic hair, and all going hard and stale. I got a mouthful of my own cum once when I went down on my girlfriend and that was bad enough, but this was worse, far worse, so bad it made me feel like retching, but you can hardly throw up over your own mother’s crotch.

But the astonishing thing was that once she had rubbed my face in her mess and was pushing her pussy hard against my lips, I found myself becoming excited as I gnawed away and she responded, again. If my balls hadn’t been rung dry and my dick didn’t feel like a damp rag, I could almost swear that I would have been hard again. But there was no chance of that happening, not this side of tomorrow afternoon, if then. Fuck, how did dad manage to cope with her when she was like this?

But then her hands were on my dick, pulling it, massaging it, forcing it to stiffen.

‘Please, mom,’ I pleaded, ‘please no, I can’t, not any more, just stop please.’
 
‘Stop, please, I can’t take any more.’

Those were almost the very words that his father had used, that first time, when I was still horny and he had drained the last drop he had, when his cock was so raw that every touch sent sparks of pain shooting along the shaft.

But I hadn’t stopped and he, of course, being a man and wanting to show how virile he was, took the pain and found for that glorious first time that it was possible and that, yes, he could go on. He screamed and writhed and begged and pleaded but in the end he began to stiffen, just like his son now. I smiled in pride at him. That silly sister of his could never have this effect on a man. she was just interested in getting him, getting him off, and getting her money. No real contact, no pushing the limits for her.

‘Yes,’ I told him, ‘yes you can go on, yes you can take more, you can give me one more shot.’

He was grimacing and straining, desperate for this to end, but enjoying the exquisite pain that was driving him on. He bucked, trying to force himself to produce some spunk. His cock pumped, but nothing came, again and again it pumped, and then, with a gasp, he produced a drop, then another, and another. Then he pulled my hand away. He was done, but there was a smile on his face that matched the smile on mine.
 
I almost literally crawled up the stairs to my room. Mom had drained more than my balls, she had drained me of my strength and stamina. My phone had a stream of messages from my girlfriend, beginning with teasing and flirtatious ones, then becoming concerned by my lack of response, and finally angry. There was no point reply to her now, and what could I say anyway. I slumped onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The sun was streaming into my room when I finally woke, aching and still feeling drained. The sounds and smells from the kitchen told me that she was up and preparing breakfast. I managed a quick shower and donned clean shorts and t-shirt before making my way downstairs, unsure how to pick up from the previous night.

Mom’s face told me immediately how she felt. It was glowing and she looked a decade younger, with no sign of tiredness or of the aches and pains that I was feeling. She was dressed, if that is the right word, in an old shirt, which must have one of dad’s. It covered her, sure, but it clung, clung to everything that mattered, ass, thighs, hips, tits, nipples. She might as well have been naked for all the coverage it provided.

She advanced on me as soon as I appeared, threw her arms round my neck, and pressed herself against me, letting me feel her contours and the warmth of her body.

‘Thank you,’ she gushed, ‘thank you so much for last night, you’ve made me feel like a woman again, for the first time since we lost your father.’

‘Mom, I’m glad you’re happy, really I am, but what we did last night, that was wrong, we shouldn’t have done it, I’m not blaming you, no way would I do that after all you’ve been through since, well you know, since dad died. But it mustn’t happened again.’ I eased her arms off my neck and gently pushed us apart.

Her eyes flashed with angry, the way they had when I had misbehaved as a child.

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ Her spittle hit me in the face. ‘That was the best sex you ever had in your life and you know it. You’ve never experienced anything like that with those silly girls you run around with. And just look at yourself.’ She stepped back and I looked down.

She was right, just look at me, my dick was try to force its way out of my shorts and there was a damp stain already growing across the light cotton.

‘Do you really think that you’ll want to fuck anyone else again?’

I didn't dare answer her.
 
‘Darling,’ he was still in a state of shock, so I had to be careful not to frighten him away, ‘your father would have been proud of you, but jealous too. You’re bigger than he was, longer and thicker, you stretch me wide open and fill me completely. I’ve never felt like I did with you last night.’

Time to let that sink in.

‘Has no one ever told you that before? Not even that girlfriend of yours? They don’t have the experience to know how lucky they are, but they’ll learn, and it will be too late by then. They don’t know how to satisfy you or how to release your full potential, not like I do.’

I unfastened the button of his shorts and slid the zip down.

‘I wanted to come to you in the night, I couldn’t sleep for wanting you. It’s been so long since your father took me for the last time, before he went on that last mission. He was in the peak of condition after intensive training. He’d never been so rampant before. It was like he knew he wouldn’t be coming back.’

I slowly lowered his shorts, easing them over his cock, careful not to set him off too soon.

‘You can do anything you want to me, you know that don’t you. Try out all those things you’ve dreamt about – they won’t be fantasies with me. You want to see me naked, don’t you. Go on, unbutton this shirt.’

But he didn’t, just stood there, shorts round his ankles, cock waving in the air. I turned away and began to unfasten my buttons, not even looking over my shoulder.

I felt his breath on my neck and knew he had moved closer, but still he did not touch me.

The last button came undone and I shrugged the shirt over my shoulders.

I let it drop until it caught on my ass.

The next move was his to make. It had to be. This was the moment where he made his choice – to walk away or to stay with me.
 
My mouth was dry. I knew what I wanted to say and what I wanted to do, but it would take all my courage to say it to my mom.

The memory flooded back, filling my mind with images, thoughts, sensations from all those years ago.

Where was I to begin? Did mom have an inkling of what was in my head? Was mom keeping her back to me so that I wouldn’t see her face when I was speaking? Or did she already know what I wanted to say, and what I wanted to do.

I licked my dry lips and began.

‘Mom, I always knew when you and dad were fucking. There was no chance of sleeping through it, not with the noise you both made. I used to lie there getting harder and harder until I couldn’t restrain myself and had to wank, which was always long before dad had got into his stride and finished.

‘One night, by chance, honestly, I came back from the bathroom and saw your light on. I peeped around the door and you were kneeling on the bed, like the bitch next door when she was on heat used to present herself to the local dogs. I’d never seen or heard of a woman doing that and I was disgusted at what I was seeing. And then dad pushed your buttocks open and stuck his cock into your hole. I was horrified that he would treat you like that, but you didn’t seem to mind and were soon moaning and groaning and encouraging him to work you harder. I didn’t realise how horny I was getting until I suddenly came in my shorts, right there on the landing, without even touching myself.

‘That was the most powerful orgasm I ever had until yesterday with you.’

Mom hadn’t looked back or said a word. I gently lifted the shirt aside and pushed her forward, until she was bending over the table, and then I parted her buttocks just like dad had done. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t help me either, as I probed her hole with the tip of my cock, moistening the right flesh before I pushed hard forcing her open and thrusting deep into her bowel.

It was only then that she reacted, throwing her head back and letting out a long howl, just like that bitch had done in the yard next door.
 
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