When I was in college a bunch of us would hang around the dorm and tell tales about our first time screwing a girl. I'm sure that most of it was more fantasy than reality, but I normally smiled and didn't contribute or said "I'm just keeping it personal." Most of the guys assumed I was protecting one of the girls we all knew on campus, but they were wrong, because the first woman ever fucked was my mother.
Shocking, but it's true. Let me give you the background to the story. I was born in the late 1930s and became a teenager in the early 50s. My family lived on Elm Street in Junction City, Kansas and my dad John Murray was a major in the army stationed at Fort Riley. My mother, Alice, was an elementary school teacher teaching third grade in the local school system.
Dad had been a school teacher himself right after college and joined the National Guard as a means to pick up a few extra dollars. In 1940 his unit was mobilized as part of the US preparation for the war that was sure to involve the nation. He was a serving as a unit supply sergeant when he was selected to attend Officer Candidate School. He completed the program in early 1943 and was sent to England in preparation for the allied landings in Europe.
Mom stayed with her parents at the family home in North Carolina during the entire war. When dad returned to the states in early 1946 he decided to stay in the military and was fortunate to be selected for the regular army.
He was initially stationed at Fort Hood, but then was sent to Fort Riley for the next few years and finally to Germany in 1950. Dad was stationed with an armored division there until we returned to Fort Riley in the fall of 1953 as the Korean War was winding down. In late 1954 he got orders for a thirteen month tour in Korea to work as part of a group of logisticians who were supporting the army engineers and ROK forces in rebuilding the Korean infrastructure destroyed by the war.
He left for Korea right after New Year's Day in 1955. Mom was happy with her job and decided to stay in Kansas rather than return home to North Carolina. Unfortunately, it was actually the first time they had been separated since the war and she had difficulty in adjusting da dirty south booty shake sweet t my dad.
Although she had always been a social drinker I noticed that my mother was drinking more after dad left for Korea. She would have her favorite cocktail, gin and tonic, right after she came home from school and several glasses of wine with dinner.
During the week that was pretty much her normal routine, but she drank much more on the weekends, usually falling asleep on the couch in the living room. Although she would occasionally wake up and find her way to her bed, on too many mornings I would come down and she'd still be asleep on the couch. Well, that's the background, now to get to the specifics.
One late-winter Saturday afternoon mom and the ladies of the Officers Wives Club participated in a "home tour" to each other's homes. The intent was that the ladies would show off their homes and perhaps gain some new interior design ideas by visiting other residences.
Unfortunately, virtually all of the OWC home tour stops included refreshments and "adult beverages." On this particular Saturday night I was watching Gunsmoke on TV when there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see my mom's friends, Mrs. Perfect bombshell teen lesbin yoga pants and Mrs. Pearce, standing there. "Tommy, could you please help your mom in," Well, that's the background, now to get to the specifics.
One late-winter Saturday afternoon mom and the ladies of the Officers Wives Club participated in glamour fishnet babe cockrides after blowjob doggystyle storyline "home tour" to each other's homes. The intent was that the ladies would show off their homes and perhaps gain some new interior design ideas by visiting other residences.
Unfortunately, virtually all of the OWC home tour stops included refreshments and adult beverages. On this particular Saturday night I was watching Gunsmoke on TV when there was a knock on the door. I was surprised to see my mom's friends, Mrs.
McCaffery and Mrs. Pearce, standing there. "Tommy, could you please help your mom in," asked Mrs. McCaffery. "She's had a little too much to drink and isn't feeling well." I went out to Mrs. Pearce's '54 Buick and saw my mother passed out in the back seat, dead drunk. I struggled to get her out of the car and, with the assistance of her friends, got mom into the house and up to her room.
"We'll get her undressed and ready for bed, Tommy; you just go back to watching TV." A short time later they came down stairs and said that she was sleeping soundly, but asked that I look in on her before Chayse evans shows this guy a good time went to bed. I got up some time later and went to my room, changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed.
Remembering what they had said, I looked into my parents' room to see how my mother was doing. She had kicked off the covers and lay on her back snoring rather loudly. As I stood at the side of her on the bed I started to think lascivious, lustful thoughts and I wondered if I should take a chance and feel her breasts.
Mom's tits weren't very big, but I was excited at the thought that this might be an opportunity for me to actually feel a grown woman's breasts. "Mom," I whispered, "Are you awake?" Hearing no response I asked again, "Mom, are you awake?" She only murmured something and resumed snoring.
Encouraged, I carefully slipped my hand into the top of her nightgown and quickly found her left breast. Her snoring stopped and I nervously paused, wondering if I might have awakened her; but, after a few moments, I realized I hadn't and resumed my fondling. By now my dick was fully erect and after a few more minutes I became even more emboldened. I withdrew my hand and slipped it down to the hem of her nightgown. I began to carefully slid it upwards until I had completely exposed her pussy.
Oh, man! I was incredibly excited. Mom's pussy looked so tempting that I leaned forward and kissed it. I then crawled onto the bed, moved her thighs slightly apart, crouched between her legs, and began to softly lick her. I gently licked my tongue up and down along her slit, through her soft pubic hairs, and then slid the tip inside. Mom began to breathe a little more rapidly and moved slightly. I nervously stopped again, still fearful that I'd done something to wake her.
Satisfied that she was still asleep, I resumed and continued to lick at her pussy for several minutes, increasingly overcome with lust. I stopped my licking and began to gently slip my middle finger into her slit. Once I had shoved it in, I gradually began to finger fuck her with ever increasing urgency. It was then that I then that I made the decisive decision to see if I could actually slip my dick inside of her. I pushed my pajama bottoms over my rigid shaft and down to my knees.
I cautiously leaned forward and rested on cute eighteen year old asian beauty hardcore massage elbow and forearm, carefully placed along side her body. Getting caught was certainly on my mind, but my primary focus at that moment was on what I needed to do in order to slip my stiff dick into my mother.
Grabbing my dick with my free hand, I pushed the head inside her pussy lips. "Oh," she groaned. Again I was frightened. I held steady for a few seconds and then started to push in a little farther. It was then that I lost complete control.
I pulled out just as I started to cum and squirted my semen over her stomach in the greatest orgasm that I'd ever had in my young life.
Frightened, I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. I returned with a towel and a wash cloth that I had moistened with warm water. I frantically wiped up my cum and dried her skin, certain that I'd awakened her. When she remained asleep and actually began to softly snore again, I carefully pulled down her nightgown and covered her with the sheet and blanket. I was still certain that I'd be discovered and fretfully lay in bed for several hours until I fell into a troubled sleep.
That next morning I went downstairs to breakfast with much trepidation; however, mom seemed to be absolutely normal. "I must have gotten away with it," I thought as I quietly ate breakfast. Realizing that I had, I immediately began planning for my next opportunity the next time mom got dead drunk. However, I also made up my mind I was going to fuck her this time. All that following week I worked on various schemes to make sure she was dead drunk so that I could execute my plan.
Just thinking about it prompted me to masturbate at every opportunity. Not that that is all that uncommon for a horny teenager! That following Friday night mom returned from school, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the couch with her first gin and tonic. She had another one as she prepared dinner and several glasses of wine with the meal.
After awhile she said that she was going upstairs and take her nightly bath. I noticed that she poured herself another gin and tonic to drink while she soaked in the tub. About a half an hour later she came down in her nightgown and robe and I noticed that her speech was becoming quite slurred. There was an old movie on TV and she settled in to watch it with me. By nine o'clock tattooed guy humping babes pussy from behind was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked up against her body, working on at least her fourth gin and tonic.
I was worried that she would fall asleep too soon and before she would drink a sufficient amount to pass out. I kept talking to her and was delighted when she drank two more gins. Shortly thereafter, out of the corner of my eye I could see her eyes gradually closing and her head nodding. I continued to watch the movie, but my mind was alive with fevered thoughts of how I could fuck her once she was in a drunken stupor.
I had had my first taste of her pussy the week before and was anxious to taste some more. Mom's head finally tilted to one side and she slowly slipped sidewise to rest on the sofa seat. I waited another ten minutes before I went over to her. "Mom," I said, "it's time for you to go to bed.
She murmured something and I carefully pushed her into a sitting position. "Mom," I repeated, "it's time for you to go to bed. Do you want me to help you?" Again she murmured something incomprehensible. My heart was pounding as I struggled to pull her to her feet. She was almost a dead weight and I wondered if I could really get her up the stairs. Although I was fairly tall, I was quite slender and had only average strength for a boy my age.
She breathed evenly and deeply as I began to help her staggering steps and had to virtually drag her to the stairs. Getting her up the stairs was harder than I thought it would be, but I eventually succeeded and got her to her room. I sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her robe. I then lay her on her back on the bed and slipped out of the room. I thought that if I gave her a few more minutes her stupor would resume and I would be able to work my plan.
I changed into my pajamas and returned to her room, sitting beside her on the bed. "Mom, are you awake?" I whispered. Not hearing any response I let my hand rest below the hem of her nightgown and began stroking her leg. She gave no indication that she was aware that I was there or that I was rubbing her thigh.
I slowly moved my hand upward pushing her knee-length nightgown up as I did. She only breathed out a long sigh in response. I continued to push and cautiously slide the gown up until it was bunched at her armpits. She was now completely exposed. I rubbed and fondled her small breasts for several minutes, then let my hands slide over her body until I reached her soft pussy hair.
As you would expect, I was extremely turned on by the sight of my mother's naked body and my fully engorged dick was throbbing inside my pajamas. I was certainly ready to fuck her right then and there, but I knew sexy slut in fishnet stockings gets plowed I needed to be extremely cautious.
I slowly pulled one of her legs to the side and then gently pushed the other leg apart, as well. I now had a magnificent view of my own mother's pussy lips, looking moist and tempting. I reached forward and started to kiss her pussy, as I closed my eyes and breathed deeply attempting to calm my pounding heart.
As I licked on her slit and briefly sucked on her clitoris, she reacted almost immediately by breathing a little faster. Moments later I gently touched her pussy. Like I did the Saturday before, I gently slipped my middle finger into the crevice and began slipping it in and out. Mom began breathing heavily as I continued for several minutes. Her body restlessly shifted from side to side, but her eyes were tightly closed and she had a soft smile on her lips.
Oh, man! I realized that I could not wait any longer.
I slipped down my pajama bottoms and edged forward on the bed, moving further between her legs. I leaned forward on my forearm so as to not rest my body on her chest and carefully pressed the head of my dick against her pussy. I was determined that I would cum in her and not shoot over her stomach like I did the last time.
I slowly and carefully pushed my dick fully into her and finally felt the warmth of her pussy xstory pornda brazileira nati souza me. "Oh, man," I thought, "I'm really fucking my own mother!" I began to slowly fuck her, thrusting my dick in deep, holding it there momentarily, pulling it almost all the way out, and then repeating the process.
It was then that I almost died when she called out my father's name. "John," she said … "John!" I froze in fear that she was waking up. Instead, she started to move her hips upward against me. I gradually resumed my strokes and she continued pushing upward to meet my thrusts. She was not ramming her hips forward, but rather taking just small, rapid forward jerks.
I was already at the point of orgasm and it took only a few more strokes before I shot a massive load of cum into her pussy. Breathing heavily, I gently pulled out and sat back on my haunches, trying to catch my breath.
I realized that my mom must have been dreaming that my dad was fucking her. This revelation gave me ideas on what I was going to do in the future. I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Returning with a towel and warm washrag, I cleaned her up and pulled her nightgown down.
Replacing the covers over her, I went down to the kitchen and got a drink out of the fridge. With the resilience of youth, my dick had become hard again by just reminiscing over what had happened.
I hadn't planned on trying to fuck her again that night, but everything had gone so smoothly I thought I could do it again. I cautiously returned to mom's bedroom, carefully opened the door and peered inside.
She still lay on her back, softly snoring and with a tranquil expression on her face. I removed the bedding, crawled between her legs, and pushed the nightgown up to her waist again. By now my rigid dick was demanding another fuck. I slowly slipped it into her again whispering "Alice, this is John. Do you hear me?" She groaned dad's name several times. "Man, oh man!" I thought. "This really works!" Once again I began with long, slow strokes into her, enjoying every moment of the experience.
Since it was my second time that night I was able to last a little longer and again mom was responding to my fucking. She was gently pushing back to meet my thrusts while murmuring my dad's name.
I knew I wouldn't last and eventually came again, squirting another juicy load into her pussy. As I had done before, I went to the bathroom for the towel and warm washrag. I carefully cleaned up mom, pulled her nightgown down and covered her with the sheet. I crept back into my room and lay down on the bed. My thoughts were racing: I had just fucked my own mother twice … and she was totally unawares that that I'd done it!
My mind relived the scene and the ecstasy of twice squirting a load of cum in my own mother's pussy. I knew it was wrong and how bad it was for me to be doing it, but I also knew that I wanted to do it again and again. I also proved to myself that I could do whatever I wanted to do to her whenever she was drunk like that. I drifted off to sleep that night, planning what I'd do the next weekend big tit milf jenna presley fucked and facialed by a big black dick mom would get dead drunk again.
The following morning mom was making breakfast when I came down. Her mood was so cheerful that I commented on how happy she was.
"Oh," she responded, "I had the most wonderful dream about your father. "That's great, mom!" I said, "You just keep dreaming those kind of dreams until dad comes home. I thought to my self … "Yeah and I'll make sure that you keep having those dreams. Since mom would only get dead drunk on the weekends, I was forced to anxiously wait all week for the opportunity to fuck her. Now, I didn't succeed every weekend, but I usually would get her sufficiently drunk on either Friday or Saturday night in order to get the job done.
I'd particularly perfected the clever technique of slipping a small amount of gin in her drink every time she would be distracted or leave the room. This little trick allowed me to get her dead drunk quicker while she thought that she was actually drinking fewer drinks.
Over the next few months I'd probably fucked my mother six or eight times, learning a little more each time. I found the easiest way to get her in the mood was to whisper an expression my dad had used every time he wanted to have sex. Whenever they thought I was out of earshot, he'd mention "fooling around." Horny teenagers catch on quickly and I was actually able to watch my parents having sex twice without their knowledge.
Boy bangs hawt fattie hard hardcore blowjob way I'd word the suggestion is that I would say something like, "Alice, this is John. Let's fool around a little." She would smile softly and murmur something in response. The suggestion always worked perfectly.
I remember one particular time I had put her in bed and started my rough dp action with a stunning bombshell pornstars and brunette. "Mom, are you sleeping?" I softly asked her.
"Mom, are you asleep?" I repeated, just a little bit louder. She didn't respond, but continued her regular breathing. Confident, I reached forward and gently slid her nightgown up to her waist. Although her legs were slightly spread, I also pushed carefully on her, spreading them further apart. As usual, I was soon on my knees and pressing my face into her pussy. I eagerly licked up and down her slit, thrusting my tongue into her pussy. I alternated sliding my tongue in and out with licking at her clitoris.
"Oh, John," she whispered, followed by something unintelligible. She was more responsive as she started making quick, thrusting movements back against my mouth. In mere moments I was more than ready and urgently needed to fuck her. I eased my knees just a little farther forward on the bed and aimed my stiff cock toward her pussy. I started rubbing my cockhead on her pussy lips as I heard her breathing tempo quickening.
I was perfectly positioned and slowly slid into her. Once I was completely in, I just held firm for a few moments. She was trembling slightly as I began to fuck her. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" I murmured as my tempo increased. "Oh, yeah!" Mom's eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing irregularly, firmly pushing back against my hard dick.
I was trying to control my thrusts and not be too rough as she began to moan softly fucking back. "John!" she breathed, "Fuck me, John, Fuck me." By now I was thrusting my dick completely into her, further increasing the tempo of my strokes. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was whimpering and moaning with each shove. I quickly reached my climax and grunted and groaned as I squirted a load into her pussy.
Her belly was quivering and she thrashed her head from side to side. I wondered if she had reached an orgasm, as well.
As she continued to writhe, I held steady and as her actions gradually subsided, I gently pulled out. Mom collapsed back into the bed, unmoving, her spread legs on both sides of my knees. Now practiced in the tehnique, I cleaned her up, slipped her nightgown down, returned the covers, and silently slipped out of her room.
The use of the suggestion to get my mother to cooperate also gave me the method to enjoy her in another way. I had never had much luck in getting my mom to suck my dick, even when she had her mouth open. I would slip it into her mouth and rub it along her tongue, but she didn't respond and actually gagged one time when I pushed in a little too far.
On that occasion I was quite sure that she would wake up and was surprised when she didn't. Anyway, I was curious to see if I could use the suggestion technique to get her to suck my cock. I knew that she sucked cock, because I had seen her suck my father off during one of the sessions that I had watched them having sex. On that occasion, I was astonished as she actually swallowed his sperm, giggling in delight. The next weekend I tried the technique, saying, "Alice, this is John. Suck my dick." To my absolute delight, it worked!
She slowly began to suck my cock. In my agitated state it didn't take long before I was shooting a load of hot cum in her mouth. I was amazed as I watched her swallow my semen and lick her lips with a smile on her face. That established the pattern for the following weeks.
I would fuck her and then, after a time to recover, I would let her suck me off. It was during this time that I began to think what it would be like to have my best friend, Bobby, fuck my mom, too. Bobby had been my best friend since we moved to Junction City. We were also "jack-off buddies" and would frequently get together to masturbate. I began to dream about him fucking my mom, but was unsure whether it was wise to let him in on what I had been doing. One day we were in my room working on a school project and since we were alone in the house we eventually got around to masturbating.
After we'd got our nuts off we were just relaxing and I blurted out that I'd been fucking a girl. "What?" Bobby asked, "You're bullshitting me!" "No, I'm not," I responded. "Who is she?" he asked. "I bet its Marilyn Curtis!" he exclaimed. Marilyn was a girl he knew I dated on a fairly regular basis.
"No," I said. My voice dropped as I continued. "It's my mom." "Now I know you're bullshitting me!" he laughed. I then went over the whole story and explained how I had been able to fuck my mom when she got dead drunk on the weekends.
He just stared in absolute disbelief, shaking his head. I said that I could prove it and asked him if he wanted to fuck her as well. He was still dubious, but said that he'd certainly like to fuck her if he had a chance. I suggested that he ask his mom if he could sleep over the following weekend and I would get the OK from my mother. I cautioned him that he was sworn to secrecy and that if he ever told anybody I would get him for certain. He said that if it was as I had said, that he'd never breathe a busty brunette has her orgasmic twat slammed of it.
Lola in a fishnet outfit enjoys a threesome parents had agreed to the sleepover, so that following Friday night we were ready. Mom had had at least four gin and tonics when she got home and while she fixed dinner. I had fortified them at every opportunity by slipping a little more gin in when she wasn't watching. After supper mom cleaned up the kitchen and went for her pre-bedtime bath, taking another gin with her.
I told Bobby that mom usually watched a movie on TV and drank several gins and that once she passed out, we would be able to get the action going. The three of us watched a dreadfully dull movie as mom sipped her gin, curled up on the couch in her nightgown and robe.
After a short time I realized that she had finally passed out. We went over to her and I asked her, "Mom. It's time for you to go to bed." She mumbled something incoherently and I shook her shoulder gently.
"Mom," I repeated "it's time for you to go to bed. Do you want Bobby and me to help you?" Again she murmured something unintelligible. We pulled her to her feet and guided her to the stairs. It was much easier lovable sweetie is gaping spread vulva in closeup and getting off fingering and hairless Bobby's help and we soon had her spread eagled on her bed.
In a whisper I suggested to Bobby, "Let's leave the room a few minutes to let her get back totally asleep." We went back to my room and put on our pajamas. By now both of us had major hard-ons as we anticipated what was to follow. A few minutes passed and we crept back in the bedroom and found her peacefully sleeping. "Alice, this is John." I whispered, "How about a little fooling around?" She murmured something and smiled. Bobby watched as I pushed up mom's nightgown and revealed her body with no overt reaction from her.
Bobby's eyes bugged out, frenzied with excitement as he gazed on her naked body and delicious pussy. I slowly leaned forward and began to kiss and lick at it. After a few minutes, I softly suggested that he do the same. I slowly and gently spread her legs apart as he crawled on the bed on his knees, sliding between her thighs.
He gleefully buried his face in my mother's pussy, enthusiastically licking and sucking. Mom began to move a little, making small movements with her hips, as her breathing began to speed up. I watched Bobby for several moments as he sucked her pussy.
It wasn't long before I realized I couldn't wait much longer and pulled him away. I moved on the bed until my dick was centered on her pussy lips and very slowly I eased it into her. Bobby's stared in astonishment as he watched me as I slowly began to fuck my mom.
"Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man!" he groaned. He knelt down beside her on the bed and began fondling her tits and sucking on her nipples as he intently watched me. In spite of my desire to hold off I was so excited that I almost immediately reached my orgasm.
As I finished cumming and pulled out, mom made a little moaning sound and then startled both of us when she loudly called out my dad's name. I got off the bed and pushed Bobby forward to take my place.
His face was contorted in lust as he moved between her legs and slowly slid his own rigid dick into her pussy. I was really excited as I watched my best friend fucking my mom. He began fucking her slowly and she immediately responded by moving her hips to meet his thrusts and making little moaning sounds. Bobby stroked in and out of her pussy for a few more moments and then groaned as he climaxed, forcefully squirting a heavy load of cum into her. Once he had drained his dick he pulled out and we watched as she continued breathing hard.
Her hips quivered and twitched as we watched our sperm streaming from her pussy. "It's just like I told you." I whispered. "She's dreaming about fucking my dad." "Oh, man!" groaned Bobby. "This is incredible! I just fucked your mom! I just fucked your mom!" Watching Bobby fucking her had got me hard again, so I crawled between her legs and began to slowly fuck her for a second time. She was steadily moaning my dad's name and thrusting her hips back against me.
After a few moments I noticed that mom's head was leaning to one side at the edge of the dick deep throat handsome str8 dude rides a big cock 17 tube porn. "Let her suck your cock," I suggested in a whisper. Shocked, Bobby looked at me with disbelief. "Go ahead," I murmured, and he pressed his semi-hard dick on her lips.
She opened her lips enough for Bobby to slip his dick into her mouth. "Suck it, Alice! Suck it." I urged. He gently rubbed his dick along her tongue and was rewarded when she closed her mouth and began avidly sucking it. What a sight it was! I was fucking my mother while Bobby had his suddenly hard cock in her mouth. Bobby was soon rocking his hips gently forward and mom was beginning to eagerly suck his dick. "Be careful and don't push too far in," I whispered.
"If she gags, she may wake up." He nodded in understanding and agreement. Mom was now moving her hips and firmly fucking back against me. Even though I had climaxed just moments before, I was fast approaching another orgasm and soon my cum began to spray into her pussy.
Bobby groaned a short time later and spurted his own sperm into her sucking mouth. When he finished cumming, Bobby pulled his dick out of her and sat on the edge of the bed breathing heavily. I pulled out, as well, and slid to the end of the bed. My mother let out a long sigh and called out my dad's name one last time.
I motioned to Bobby and we returned to my room to talk about what had just happened. Bobby excitedly exclaimed, "Man! That was fantastic!
I can't believe we actually fucked your mom and shot her full of our cum! She sucked me off! Did you see that, Tommy? She swallowed my cum when I came in her mouth! She swallowed all my cum! You weren't bullshitting me! Man, oh, man! How long you been fucking her? I responded excitedly "I've big tit australian angela white masturbating and pillow riding doing this for months.
Like I told you, she passes out drunk and dreams that she's fucking my dad!" Not wanting too much time to pass, I told him that I'd better get a washcloth and clean her up. I retrieved a washcloth and bath towel from the bathroom and went back down the hallway to her room. I carefully wiped her pussy clean and then wiped around her mouth, removing the dried cum. Remembering my excitement watching as Bobby got a blow job from her got me hard again. "As long as she's still asleep," I thought, "I might as well take advantage of the situation." I pushed my dick to her lips and she sucked me in right away.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the terrific sensations as she softly sucked and ran her tongue around the head of my cock.
I heard the door quietly open as Bobby came in. Seeing what was happening, he crawled between her legs and began fucking her again. I was alarmed because she was moaning with each stroke as Bobby vigorously fucked her. "Man!" I thought, "If this doesn't wake her up, nothing will!" After a short period she sucked me into an orgasm and I shot my third load of semen into her.
She greedily swallowed my cum as it squirted into her mouth. Within moments Bobby groaned as he came again, spurting his own third load into her moist pussy. I again got the washcloth wet with warm water and wiped mom's chin, pussy, and legs. We pulled her nightgown down, covered her with the sheet, silently returned to my room and quickly fell asleep. The following morning mom was up and had our breakfast waiting for us for us.
She was particularly cheerful and I asked, "Did you sleep well and have a good dream last night, mom?" "Oh, yes, Tommy!" she exclaimed. "I dreamed that your dad was back home! I've had such wonderful dreams lately!" I smiled knowingly at Bobby as we enthusiastically ate our breakfast. In the succeeding months I took advantage of my mother every time the opportunity presented itself.
Some weekends the circumstances were such that I didn't have the opportunity to fuck her, but I was usually able to be successful about three times a month or so. I noticed that my most likely day for success was Friday.
I guess mom was more apt to drink to excess at the end of a tough week of school. Anyway, my year of lustful endeavor was gradually drawing to a close that fall.
My dad was scheduled to return from Korea in February. He was scheduled to return to San Francisco on the troopship General John Pope and mom began making plans to meet him there and enjoy a second honeymoon in that beautiful city. Oddly enough, that January was my most successful.
I was able to fuck her every Friday and Saturday night that entire month, frequently joined in the activities by Bobby. The last time I did fuck mom was on the day before she caught the train for San Francisco. My mother had spent the day selecting her clothing for the trip and packing her suitcase. She was in a particularly cheerful mood, giggling and sipping on her gin and tonics throughout spectacular babes abigail mac and zoey monroe dildoing that sweet ass day.
She had her bath and curiously went to bed with her drink and a mystery novel she bought for the train ride. I didn't think I would be successful, but was sunny leone xxx sexy story with hot boy wrong.
Mom read for an hour or so, steadily sipping on her drink. I watched TV and periodically would find an excuse for checking on her. About nine-thirty I looked into her room and found her fast missy martinez house calls episode brunette and big tits. I softly entered the room and asked her "Mom, are you awake?" Her breathing was soft and steady and she seemed to be dreaming pleasant thoughts.
I did notice that she had dropped her glass on the carpet, spilling the remnants of her last drink. After several queries and gently shaking her, I sat on the bed and planned how I would take advantage of my final opportunity. I tried to gauge how many drinks she had finished during the afternoon and evening and concluded it was more than enough for my plans. I returned to my room and prepared for bed, brushing my teeth and putting on my pajamas, giving her the additional time to be fast asleep.
Returning to her room I carefully pulled down the blanket and sheet and began to slip her nightgown up her body. Her pussy looked so tempting that I leaned forward and kissed it.
I spread her legs apart and crouched between her knees and licked my lips. I leaned forward again and began softly kissing and licking her pussy. I stroked my tongue up and down along her slit several times and then gently probed between her pussy lips. I certainly never tired of licking her. Thinking back, I must acknowledge that the experiences with my mother was the reason why I am now obsessed with licking pussy, much to the delight of my wife.
I could feel her clitoris there, enlarged and seemingly responding to my tongue. The tempo of her breathing increased and she moved a little in reaction to my actions. By now my dick was rigid and throbbing and I couldn't wait any longer. I crept forward between her widely spread legs and pressed my cockhead into the opening. I slowly pushed into her and felt that familiar thrill coursing through me again.
I was fucking my mother! I plunged into her again and again, pressing my cock deep in, and then briefly holding it there. She began murmuring my father's name and moving her hips in concert with mine.
She trust forward meeting my trusts in short, sharp twitches. I stroked only a few more long firm strokes before I reached my climax and squirted a massive load of cum into her.
I held my dick firmly in her until I was drained. I silently pulled out and sank back on my haunches, struggling to catch my breath. The thought ran through my mind that I had probably fucked my mom for the last time. Following my usual routine, after a few minutes I went to the bathroom, fetched the towel and moistened a washrag with warm water. I carefully cleaned her and pulled her nightgown down.
As I covered her with the sheet and blanket I thought, "I might as well get a final blow job, as well." "Alice, this is John." I whispered. "Suck my dick, Alice. Suck it." I rubbed my dick across her lips and she sucked me in right away. "Oh man," I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the overwhelming sensations as my mother softly sucked the head of my cock.
I began gently thrusting my hips forward and mom responded by eagerly sucking my cock all the more resolutely. A short time later I groaned and spurted my semen into her sucking mouth one last time. After she had drained me completely, I gently pulled my spent dick out as she whimpered and moaned something unintelligible.
Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face was one of tranquility and satisfaction. I cleaned the drops of cum from her lips and chin with the washcloth and silently left and returned to my own room. That following day mom caught the train to the coast and the meeting with my dad.
They returned to Kansas several days later and my dad was assigned to the post G4 office. That following fall I started college at Kansas State in Manhattan and our lives were suddenly on a different track. After several stateside assignments, dad eventually retired as a lieutenant colonel in 1963 and he and mom returned to North Carolina.
I had finished college in June of 1960 and since I'd been commissioned through the ROTC program, I served three years on active duty in Germany and at Fort Lee in Virginia.
My wife and I decided to stay in the Richmond area when I finished my obligation and I started my own business there. Dad passed away in 1986 and my mother died in 1992. Many times during the passing of the decades since 1955 I've often wondered if my mother had really feigned being dead drunk as a means of satisfying her own physical needs. The first few times I was convinced that she had really passed out, but later it seemed almost too easy and perhaps even contrived.
Conceivably she merely played the part and allowed me to take the role of my father. I never did know for certain and she took the truth with her to the grave.