Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 4

Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. - Author

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The weekend at mom's boss log cabin was unforgettable. The cabin was perched over a plateau some 4,000 feet above sea level and at the end of a long, narrow trail off a state road. During the day the temperature was warm and pleasant but due to the altitude, even though it was early fall, the nights were cool, temperature quickly dropping to the mid-forties. Some miles away there was a small village with a Swiss restaurant where we tried the fondue.

It was the first time I saw mom feeling ease away from home. It was good to walk in the streets holding mom by the hand, or with an arm around her shoulders while she had hers around my waist, exchanging light kisses and caresses without any worries. We were a just couple in love, one out of the many couples that surrounded us.

In the cabin, most of the time we were naked, arousing each other until we ended up fucking. After the dinner in the restaurant we walked for a long time, strolling along the main street, feeling the temperature drop till it became almost uncomfortable then we went back to the cabin. We lit the fire, which burnt wood logs, and immediately the pine aroma filled the air. Soon the room was warm and I sat down on the sofa, my mom lying with her head on my crotch.

"Mom, I was thinking," I said, "next year I'm going to college. Why don't we both move to a city far away from here and start a new life together? You can easily get another job as an attorney, and nobody's going to know that you are my mother."

"It's not as easy as that. We cannot simply disappear, there's your father, your brother, your sister and most importantly your grandmother to think about. What do you think they're going to do? And besides, we need to face the facts. I'm forty-three years old. I know I'm in a good shape now but and how it would be in another four years or so? Do believe that my body will still be the same? I'm glad I still look young for my age but it won't last forever. In a few years, even if I still keep working out, my breasts will start sagging, my belly will swell and wrinkles will start to show up. Then you'll find that you're a thirty year-old man living with woman in her mid-fifties.

"No, the best we can do is to enjoy what we've got. Live life day-by-day. And there's another thing I want to tell you. If you feel attracted to a young girl, feel free to go ahead. I don't own you, I'm your mother and my main concern is your happiness."

"What about you?" I asked her.

"Well, that's different, I'm not thinking in the long term. Sexually, you more than satisfy me. As a matter of fact, I was never so fulfilled so I'm not looking for another man. I already have the best one I ever could meet."

As we talked I stroked her hair and felt my tool growing beneath where her head lay. Without a word, mom unfastened my belt and opened the zipper, releasing my cock. With half of my cock inserted in her mouth she start to peel off her jeans. I raised mom by armpits and removed the remainder of her clothes while she help me to take mine off. I made her sat on my lap facing the fireplace and inserted my prick all the way into her pussy. She began to move her hips sensuously.

"Stand up, I want to fuck you in the ass," I said, knowing that her juices would provide enough lubrication for anal sex. Mom lifted up enough to allow my dick to slide out then held me and direct my cock to her back entrance. As usual, she inserted the knob and paused for a moment but then instead of going slowly as she had before, she sat down quickly on my prick. In that moment her ass had stretched to it's maximum, allowing the whole of my prick to be shoved into her bowels. She let out a howl, as if from a wounded animal, and sat still for a while panting heavily.

It might have been just my imagination but, caressing and lightly pressing my fingers over her belly, I thought I could feel my knob right below her belly button.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she was moving her lower body in sensuous circular movements. I grabbed her by the waist, pressing the tips of my thumbs and index fingers into her. It seemed to increase her lust, making her hips move faster and faster. I forced her body forwards so I could see her puckered hole completely stretched by my cock. Not a single wrinkle was visible, only a large, pink brown collar surrounding my swollen shaft.

"I... I... I'm coming," she murmured, her words followed by a succession of moans while her body was shaken by violent shudders. I shot a stream of hot cum into her, it felt as if her bowels were sucking my sap. Her body shook then stiffened and then immediately relaxed. I held her tightly, afraid she might fall forward. It took a long time for my cock to slacken. In that position, with mom's back over my crotch, even when I shrank it remained embedded in her rectum for a long time. Mom squeezed rhythmically with her sphincter muscles, massaging my dick so there was no hurry in pull it out of her.

The cabin didn't have central heating so we decided to sleep in front of the fire. We got some comforters and several blankets. It was a wonderful to spend the night there. From time to time I threw a log on the fire so we were kept warm. It was daylight when I woke up, feeling mom's hands caressing my back and rubbing her leg against mine. I immediately rolled over her and without a word shoved my prick up to the hilt in her pussy. Mom wrapped her legs around my butt and told me to fuck her hard. She said she was horny because her pussy hadn't been visited by a dick for a long time, which wasn't, of course, true.

We were both so aroused that it didn't take too much time before I came in her pussy again. During our sex session we threw the blankets away and rolled over and over the comforter. Sometimes I was over mom's body and sometimes she was riding me. When we had both cum we noticed for the first time that the wall facing the front yard was made of glass from the floor to ceiling. If the caretaker who lived in a small cabin less a mile down the hill had decided to take a look in the house, he would have had a thrilling sex show!

The main bedroom on the upper floor had a small deck and we stay there the rest of the day, both naked, enjoying the mild autumn sun until it was time to going down and have lunch in the village. After another leisurely walk in the narrow streets and we rush back home for another intense fucking session followed by a sleep before it was time to drive back home.

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One day soon after our trip to the mountains my mom's car needed servicing and she asked me to follow her to the car dealer with mine so she could have a lift. I dropped her at her office and in the afternoon she called me, saying the car wouldn't be ready that day and wanting to know if I could pick her up at the office.

I stopped by her office around six-thirty. Mom was alone in the office and asked me to wait while she finished reviewing a contract. Her office was spacious, with heavy, dark-oak furniture and a three-seat leather sofa. Paintings, photos and certificates hung on the wall. Heavy drapes covered the windows. The room was lit indirectly from above, with lamps over mom's desk and on the side tables. It was the sort of image that would impress a client.

I bought a soda from the machine in the corridor and sat on the sofa, watching my mom while she worked. As usual she was wearing her 'professional dress': a knee-length, dark blue wrap-over skirt, white, long sleeved blouse and three-inch high heels. Her blazer was hanging in a closet behind her desk. I loved looking at mom, admiring her mature beauty. In the lamplight mom's face showed her concentration, her head slightly lowered and her hair partly covering her delicate face. Mom is slightly nearsighted but even her spectacles add to her charm and grace. I thought how special she was. Many women look good naked, or in a nightdress or tight jeans but very few were capable of looking impeccable in any kind of dress. I was enjoying every moment watching my mom, trying to mark it indelibly in my memory so I could recall it anytime I wanted.

My mom stopped reading and stood up, walking around the office stretching her arms.

"Oh my God, my back is aching so badly," she said.

I got up and from behind, put both hands on her shoulders and start pressing my fingertips into her tight muscles.

"Uhhnnn, that feels so good!" she said, shutting her eyes.

"It'd be better if you sat down," I said guiding her to one of the guest chairs

"Now close your eyes and relax." I unfastened her blouse and lowered it to her elbows then worked on her shoulders until I felt the skin was hot and reddish and my fingers were aching. Only her moans and deep breathing interrupted the silence. At the same time I watched her breasts rising and falling beneath her bra.

"I hope you are feeling better now."

"Oh yes! You know Mark, you amaze me!" She stood up and started buttoning her blouse. I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her lips.

"You don't know how good is to have such a beautiful girlfriend that's great attorney."

"Even when she makes you wait for ages for her with nothing to do?"

"I had a lot to do; looking at you, massaging your shoulders, kissing your lips..." She placed her lips over mine and her warm tongue forced its way between my teeth.

"I want to see you naked." I said, as our kiss finished.

"No problem, give me a minute and we'll go home."

"No, I mean now."

"Lock the door then, the cleaning staff will be here pretty soon," she said.

Mom wasn't able to say 'no' to my suggestions any more. She really enjoyed them. I think it reminded her of her younger days going along with the things I suggested. Anne quickly removed her blouse and skirt. The next to go was her pantyhose - mom didn't like garter belts, she said they were not comfortable and tended to show under thin summer dresses. She also didn't like thongs or g-string panties, which she said, were very uncomfortable and caused her severe irritation. Apart from pantyhose, she used liked to wear thigh-high stockings with an elasticized hem, which did not need suspenders.

I quickly undressed and made mom sit on the sofa wearing only her panties and bra. Without a word she unclasped her bra and raised her butt, allowing me to slip her panties down. I knelt in front of her and pulled her legs wide apart.

"My pussy is dirty..." she said in a weak kind of way that was certainly not intended to stop me. I really loved that exotic mixture of tastes and smells; her pussy juices mixed with sweat and a hint of urine made an exquisite combination. I licked and sucked her bare pussy, occasionally darting to her anus. I made her cum several times then crawled over her and inserted my dick in her greedy twat. She grabbed me by the hair and covered my mouth with hers in a passionate kiss.

After I unloaded a charge of hot sperm into her womb we lay on the sofa stroking each other. I loved those moments; our lust satisfied I could quietly stare at her perfect body and stroke her skin, tenderly pinching and kissing her small nipples. Anne loved to be admired, to know that her body pleased my young eyes. I also liked to use these moments to satisfy my eagerness to know more about mom's earlier sexual life. In the beginning she'd been reluctant to tell me what she'd done before but now she seemed to enjoy describing her experiences.

"Mom, why did a bright woman like you married a man like daddy? I've got nothing against him but he is the opposite to you."

"It's a long story. When I was seventeen I thought I'd found the man of my dreams, tall, good-looking, intelligent. We were deeply in love, so I decided to lose my virginity to him. We'd been dating for almost a year and planned to marry. He was a geologist and when he was returning from an offshore platform, the helicopter fell into the sea. He and the other people on that flight were never found and I went crazy. I stayed in my room and hugged a picture of him, crying my eyes out.

"I stopped going to college, and maybe for six months I was a little insane. My parents were considering putting me in a hospital but then I slowly returned to real life. I restarted my studies at Law School but I'd lost the joy of living. Your father was around all the time; he was a good friend of my brother and was very supportive to me. We talked and he gave me advice and sometimes he picked me up at college or took me out for a ride in his car on Saturday afternoons. He was the best friend I had. Eventually I began to have sexual urges again. My fiancé and I had had a very good sex life and I always have been easily aroused.

"In the beginning it had just been secret masturbation sessions but my problem is that masturbation only provides temporary relief for my lust. Then I want more. Then one day it happened, when we went to the movies. At that time we lived in an old apartment building without no elevator or porter. I don't remember how, but all of a sudden we were kissing each other on the stairs, I pulled my pants off and we had sex there. The trouble was that after my fiancé died I'd stop taking the pill. When I found out I was pregnant your father was a perfect gentleman and, against my will, he convinced my parents we ought to marry."

My mom's stories always sparked my lust and when she finished my prick was hard rock.

"My God, are you ready again?" Anne asked pretending to be surprised. She was actually delighted to having a young stud always willing to meet her needs.

She sat on the edge her desk, both hands behind her supporting her body. Standing in front of her I stuck my prick in her pussy. Mom opened the legs wide and hugged my shoulders.

The good thing about a second fucking session in such a short period of time was that I could keep pumping her warm, soaking pussy for a much longer time. I could also watch my mom's face and her expressions of lust. At that moment it was not my sweet mom, it was a mature and lusty woman, with sensuality exhuding from every pore. We also started to use dirty language. She didn't like swear words but at that moment, with my prick deeply shoved into her vagina or her anus, we both lost control. Looking into my eyes she whispered,

"Fuck...fuck me, I love to have your prick deep in my body, you don't know how much I enjoy to feel your cum filling me up."

We were fucking and exchanging such words when we heard someone knocking at the door. It was the lady from the cleaning staff. Anne called out, explaining that she was still working and would be finished in few minutes. It was funny hearing her trying to say it in a normal tone of voice whilst she had a prick deeply imbedded in her pussy. We kissed each other to stifle her gasps and sobs so the cleaning lady wouldn't think something unusual was going on in the office.

Mom had a private bathroom attached to her office so we went in there.

"Let's finish it in a different way," I suggested, sitting mom on the commode. There was no need for words to make her understand what I wanted. She took my dick in her hand and engulfed it in her mouth. It didn't take long to make me fill her mouth with a load of cream. As usual, she savored every last drop. To avoid suspicion we didn't shower, she just quickly cleaned her pussy and my dick with moistened toilet paper and we got dressed.

I inspected the office for signs of what we'd been doing. There was a stain on a chair but fortunately the leather was dark enough so it wasn't obvious. As a final touch, as we left I called her 'mom' in front of the cleaning lady.

After our sex session Anne invite me to have dinner. She chose a small, quiet restaurant so we could talk in peace

"When did you start dating other men?" It was a question that I had been longing to ask her.

"Your father is a wonderful person," she began, "a sweet character but our marriage was a mistake. To be honest with you he is a bad lover. I had high sexual standards set by my fiancé and with him it was something like sex was merely a piece in a married couple's life. Your father loves to be sucked but hates give oral sex; he said that he couldn't stand the taste! The first time we had anal sex I was seven months pregnant with your sister and I suggested it instead of giving him blowjobs, to help me ease my sexual needs. My belly was enormous and I was afraid of having a prick in my vagina, it's stupid but was my first pregnancy.

"We did it but he looked disappointed to find out that his wife did such a thing. In spite of three children in such a short period of time I was able to finish Law school and when you were young I used to work at home, revising contracts for the attorney's office I'm now working with. "Eventually, as you all grew up, I got a part time job there and then one of the partners decided to retire and I was invited to replace him. In few years I was making more money than your father and had a respected position in the firm. At the same time, my life with your father was getting more and more boring. There were no major disputes, just a cooling down. Our sex life had never been great and now it became just once in a while.

"You remember when your father was sent to Middle East for two months. I was thirty-four and feeling my marriage as a farce. Once during a meeting with a client I met a former college-mate. After graduation he had moved to another city and was here just for that meeting. We'd never been close friends but it was good talking over old times. At the end of the meeting he invited me for dinner. I asked your grandma to take care of you and accepted the invitation. I know now that in a subconscious way I'd decided to go beyond a simple dinner since I'd dressed carefully, which I hadn't done for some time. During the dinner we got onto to intimate subject and afterwards, in the parking lot, he held me in his arms and kissed me in the lips. When he tried to put his hand up my skirt I surprised myself by saying,

"Not here, let go to a more secluded place." He was staying at his parent's home so I drove to a hotel in the outskirts and we had a long sex session. For me, after fifteen years of feeble sex, it was like having the Paradise Gate reopened. Thinking back, I must have been like a nymphomaniac. I came home very late that night. Next morning, after you were all at the school, I had a long conversation with my mother. As usual she was very supportive, she never was your father's best friend, and she gave me some good advice, telling me to myself, my career my children."

"Did you date him for a long time?"

"No, only while he stayed in town."

"And..."

"Well, you know, the most difficult thing is to break the rule the first time. Also, I didn't feel guilty, I was try to fulfill my sex urge, something that your father hadn't provided for a long time. Then I started traveling frequently, which made things very easy. And you know, once you do it once it's hard to stop, you do it again and again... and it becomes part of your life. Of course I tried to be very careful, I didn't want to be a tramp, but my job brought me opportunities to meet nice men. And of course your father and I were becoming more distant from each other. We had our domestic side: you, your brother and your sister, the house, some social events but apart from that there was nothing between us. He was a dull man, doing the same job day-by-day. The only promotion he had I got it for him."

"How was that?"

"Please, never tell him I told you. The poor man would be so devastated! Your father had been working for the same company all his working life, as he is now. When his boss decided to retire your father felt he was his most likely replacement. The problem was a young engineer who'd just been hired and was competing for the same position. Your father complained that he was on the verge of loosing the chance, that his director favored the other guy because of their good relationship rather than for the guy's technical skills. As the old guy's retirement was coming closer your father was getting more stressed. He was obsessed. It was the only subject he talked about. The director of engineering development was an asshole, the kind of jerk who always dresses flawlessly as if he was going to a party, and he had a way of dealing with women that was highly unpleasant.