Mother

I woke up with my mother shaking me and telling me that it was already ten o'clock on Sunday and that I should get up. 

When I got into the shower, the hot water running over my body made it even worse. It felt like I was being caressed by a thousand hands, the soap glided on like a lover's tongue.

I finished the shower, got dressed and went to have breakfast with my mother. I was questioned closely about my sleep, the dark circles under my eyes and my pale appearance. I apologized, saying that I had had a series of nightmares and, feigning great embarrassment and with my eyes lowered, I told her that I had wet my pajamas and the bed. Knowing that this would explain the sperm stains from my nocturnal orgasm and that I hadn't cleaned it in time because I had fallen asleep, I saw her look of concern and she asked me if I had woken up. I reassured her by saying no but that I was very embarrassed that this had happened to me. When my mother saw the dried sperm stains, she immediately understood that I had had a nocturnal orgasm and in a way that I will never forget, she explained to me with all the openness that a mother rarely has with her son that the growth process I was going through was natural and that one of the symptoms was the nocturnal orgasms. Looking me in the eyes and taking my hands, she said: - Look Carlos, the fact that your testicles and penis are starting to function is an indication that you are becoming a beautiful man. When puberty arrives, the testicles begin to produce semen and sperm and when this is not discharged, it happens that during sleep and together with a pleasant and sometimes erotic dream, this sperm is discharged. That's what happened to you, one way that men must discharge sperm production is by masturbating and later having sex with a woman. Contrary to what you may be told, masturbation is perfectly normal and, in your case, healthy, it helps to maintain and develop the functioning of the organs and to relieve tension. Whatever other people may say that it is something wrong or sinful, don't pay attention to it, but also don't tell this conversation to anyone because many people would not understand my way of thinking, promise? Of course, I agreed straight away and now more relaxed and encouraged by her words I told her in the most innocent way possible that this must be what had happened because I had woken up with a very pleasant sensation but with my pubis, penis and pajamas all wet and sticky. My mother looked at me with a very sweet look and asked me if it was the first time that this had happened to me. I told her yes and that although I had heard my classmates talk about masturbation, I had no idea what it was and if, as my mother said, it was good... how it was done, I asked in the simplest way possible.

My mother blushed. We were both in our dressing gowns finishing breakfast. I had let the conversation go on in an intimate, and now erotic, way. My mother was silent for a few moments and then, very seriously and in a low voice, she told me that she would help me but that I had to solemnly promise her that I would never tell anyone what was going to happen. In the same solemn way, I told her that I would be mute and that I swore that I would not utter a single word of what was going to happen. She then took me by the hand, and we went upstairs to her room. Once there, she took off my robe and, blushing more and more, complimented the size of my penis, saying that it had grown a lot since the last time she had bathed me. Then she sat down on the bed and let the robe slip off, revealing her beautiful body. She began to caress my cock. Her very warm and soft hands gave me a shiver of desire that made my penis suddenly stand up. My mother let out a little cry of admiration and continued to caress the shaft of my cock, masturbating it along its entire length. In an instant, my member became hard as iron. Her hand was now masturbating the entire length of my cock, while the other hand caressed my testicles and perineum almost all the way to my ass. I was in a state of fascination and torpor. My mother masturbating me gently was fulfilling one of the fantasies that assailed me from time to time, which was to make love to her.

She began to increase the pace while squeezing my member in such a way that I felt the wave of orgasm invade me and I began to moan and moan so that when I ejaculated, my mother quickly covered the glans of my penis with her hand while squeezing my perineum and testicles and continued to masturbate, giving me a spectacular sensation. The sperm dripped onto the floor between her fingers, my dick didn't go down, in fact I felt like it wasn't going to go down any time soon, I was in paradise, and despite knowing that we were committing incest I felt deep down that this was somehow pure and the highest form of filial love.

-Oh, my dear, so what? You got even worse, I see that your penis has awakened to sex, do you feel good, it is so hard again? - She asked me with a knowing smile on her lips, cleaning me with a wipe, leaving my member dry and with a potential if not bigger erection than I had before I cum. Her caresses with the wipe cloth went far beyond a simple cleaning and had the power to make me even more horny than I had ever experienced before.

-Mommy, I'm in heaven, I love you, now I know how to do it, thank you very much, it was very, very good, I thought I was in paradise. Can I do this more often on my own? I asked her, sitting down next to her.

-Of course, my love, whenever you feel like it and if your member is hard and stiff like it is now.

-But what should I do now? if I've already ejaculated and it's still hard and hurting from being so swollen and hard.

-In this case, my love, the solution is to take advantage of what nature has given us, she said with a very serious air and in a guttural voice she asked me:

- Since you, my love, has never been with any woman, it's up to me, as your mother, to guide you on that path, she opened the drawer of the bedside table and, she took out a condom and a tube of gel, blushing to the ears, she opened the package and, pulling my cock foreskin all the way down, applied the Venus condom to my penis, lubricated it well with the gel and, taking off her robe, lay down on the bed, opened her legs and rubbed the rest of the gel between her cunt lips that I could see was already wet. Then she pulled me on top of her and we started kissing. - Swear to me that what is about to happen will never come out of your mouth.

- I swear, mother - I said with a trembling voice, not knowing what was going to happen, a vow that I will keep for the rest of my life.

I felt her tremble as she hugged me and with increasingly violent tremors, she opened her legs and, taking my member, that was hard as iron and almost bursting with desire, she placed it at the entrance to the cave of love. My cock slid into the cunt that had seen me born with a silky smoothness, tight, rough and warm. Even though I was with the condom, my member felt the heat and slipped into the sensual humidity of my mother's vagina.

She hugged me with her legs, crossing her ankles at my waist, pulling me strongly inside her. Our bellies touched intimately; my pubic hair rubbed against her rough pubic hair that covered all her lower abdomen. I felt her heels pushing my ass down and I instinctively started to fuck my mother.

 We kissed feverishly and lubricious, giving free leash to my long-repressed desire. Our tongues danced an alienated struggling in which we seemed to want to enter each other as if we were one body, I penetrated her with powerful thrusts that I had never thought I would be capable of giving, rubbing against the fantastic, marvelous skin that covered the inside of her thighs. We shouted incoherent words that only the madness of the moment allowed. I wanted this moment to never end, I felt like I was in another dimension, the spicy smell of a female in heat that her vagina emanate, the fresh breath that was transmitted in our bitten kisses, the sweat that now abundantly covered our tightly joined bodies transported us in a crazy spiral of lust that made the mother explode in an impetuous, and surprising for me, orgasm that pressed me violently against her in contractions that frightened me with the madness I saw on her face, tightening me like a vice against her in hoarse screams with each contraction of the multiple orgasms that overwhelmed her, she bit me violently on the shoulder where she had sunk her mouth that had not stopped covering me with kisses. My member, tightened in the whirlwind of this crazy act, could not resist any longer and like a volcano spewed a torrent of sperm that I would have thought impossible to have after having come just moments before by her hand. Feeling my orgasm, she came towards me, moving her hips lasciviously and squeezed my penis with the strong muscles of her vagina, causing me to have the most abundant ejaculation I can remember.

Closely united, we went through increasingly smaller sexual spasms, slipping into a restless sleep filled with dreams and visions of nameless sexual fantasies. During the afternoon, when I came out of the physical and sexual torpor I had been in for a moment, I covered our bodies with a bed sheet and fell asleep again in a deep and restful sleep.

When I woke up, I saw my mother lying on her side, looking at me, smiling with the sweetest look in the world. We kissed each other lovingly and she took the opportunity to take off my Venus shirt, which was covered in sperm, and clean my penis with a damp cloth. She then cleaned herself with a small towel, exposing to my fascinated eyes all the splendor of her beautiful pink vagina, framed by thick lips and the abundant pubic hair that covered the inside of her thighs up to the middle of her legs.

On impulse, I placed myself between her and I began to lick her crack where I had been born. With a cry of surprise she squeezed her thighs and tried to move me away from the cave of love, but it was too late, my mouth and tongue were already glued to the appetizing crack and amidst protests and moans, after a few moments she eased the pressure and placed her hands on the back of my neck, directing my first blowjob while at the same time surrendering, opening her legs to my advances. The musky nectar intoxicated my senses in such a way that I felt my desire grow again, she moaned on her side and began to spit nectar from the delicious cave that I was in a hurry to lick. The pressure in my head increased as she placed a finger on each side of my clitoris and, lifting it, ordered me to suck it hard. At this point, it looked like a miniature penis. When I took it between my lips and sucked it vigorously, she gave a huge scream and, with a strong contraction of her belly, came in a real wave of nectar accompanied by sobs that, if we didn't live in a house, would have been heard throughout the building.

I hurried to lick and slurp all that nectar as if it were ambrosia from the gods.

-We have to stop, my dear, I'm exhausted. You're a real man. Who taught you that???

-No one, mommy. I couldn't resist kissing that beautiful opening. It was instinctive and I could also see that you liked it, she said, smiling.

-Well, I liked it, my devil, but I'm exhausted. Now let me go to take a shower, I'll be back on duty soon.

I fell asleep in such a way that I didn't notice her leaving. When I woke up, it was already daylight when I saw that she had covered me with a blanket and had left a note on the bedside table that said:

“I love you” and signed it with a lipstick kiss”.

Without fully realizing what was happening to me, I went to take a shower.

When she arrived, she was very tired and told me that it was me who had caused it and that she had barely been able to stand on her legs all day. She went to take a shower, ate something and after kissing me for a long time on the mouth, she went straight to bed. I, on the other hand, was being invaded by a strange feeling of possession and a strange love that overwhelmed me.

Now with my mother, this unknown and incestuous love appeared that invaded my senses, virgin of any female contact, such a disturbance in my senses that I couldn't sleep that night.

That night was truly etched in my memory in such a strong way that it still lingers today, many years later. My beloved mother had been in my arms, my lover, my passion, my most hidden dream.

After getting up and taking a refreshing shower, I cleaned the house, washed the dishes and after preparing lunch I meditated on the turnaround that my feelings had taken. I felt as if I were numb and incapable of thinking straight or logically; I was living a moment, a fraction of time in which two beings meet through love, passion, sensuality, whatever you want to call it. If those people are mother and son it doesn't matter; what mattered to us at that moment in the universe was love in the total and purest form that could exist between a man and a woman.

After lunch I fell asleep for a restful nap; my young body was not yet strong enough for the night I had spent. I dreamed of my mother, of course. It was her hand caressing me again, as it had happened during our first contact. My mother's softness and graceful touch so aroused the sensations I was feeling with such realism that I woke up. When I opened my eyes, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing my erect penis with her hand inside my shorts.

-My dear mother, I was dreaming of you, - I said, still in a daze.

-I see that my love has recovered, - she said, continuing to caress my member that seemed to be bursting. - From what I can tell, you need to relax again, - she said with a beautiful, mischievous smile.

-But Carlos, we have to be very careful. You can never, under any circumstances, talk about what is happening between us. It would be a total disgrace and would separate us forever. This society would never forgive us and we would be separated from each other forever. I could even be arrested and sentenced – she told me this with such a serious and thoughtful air that it sank deep into my heart. In fact, to this day, and only many years after her death, I commit these memories to paper. The sweet masturbation continued without stopping, with a mischievous smile on her lips. With her other hand, she unbuttoned my buttons, unzipped the placket and finally stood up, pulled down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked from the waist down. My penis was almost touching my belly and was dripping pre-orgasm, I was trembling with excitement, waiting for what was going to happen. She then stood up, still dressed in the elegant skirt and jacket of the hotel receptionist uniform, and began to take off her jacket, followed by her skirt. which fell at her feet and she kicked it away. She remained in a white blouse and petticoat, danced a few steps around the room, swaying her hips, and sensually let the petticoat fall to her feet, which she also pushed away. She remained in long white lace panties, then took off her blouse, exposing her white lace bra that barely hid her small, delicate breasts. Continuing to dance and exciting me more and more with her sensual hip swaying, she approached the bed and, opening her bra, freed her breasts almost in front of my face. Stepping back, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing the beautiful view of her hairy belly and thighs.

-Mommy, come on, I can't take it anymore, - I begged, almost cumming with that vision and spectacle that was being provided to me. Mom finally lay down next to me, kissing me passionately, wrapping me in her plump arms. Our hands frantically searched for our sexes. Mine was wrapped in her velvet hands as I plunged my fingers into her soaked vagina, which opened lasciviously to my clumsy caresses.

-Slow down, my dear, - she recommended, - put your fingers in more slowly, higher up, my love, - she said, arching her belly towards me.

I felt her pussy open like a flower to the caresses of my fingers, which eagerly explored all the most intimate corners of her maternal vagina. She sighed with desire and squeezed my fingers and sucked my lips in a passionate licking, while at the same time caressing my hard cock, without masturbating. - Now, my angel, rub harder on the clit, - I followed my instincts and, with my fingers stuck in my cunt, rubbed my thumb over the hard clit that was emerging from its hiding place towards me.

With her legs wide open, giving in freely to my advances, I allowed myself to shamelessly caress her perineum with my fingers soaked in liquor and advance towards the secret little ring and object of my most secret desires. I felt her wiggle her ass towards my fingers and I boldly caressed the tight orifice with the tip of my finger, not daring to penetrate it.

The new and exciting scent of the female body, exuding sensual pheromones mixed with the fragrance of the vaginal liquors that dripped from her maternal pussy, were driving me crazy with the desire to possess her again. When my mother noticed my state and was certainly no less burning with desire, she freed herself from my embrace, took my hand and dragged me to her room. There, in a flash, she laid me down on the bed, opened a package and put a Venus shirt on me. Without hesitation, she mounted me and, taking my member, swollen with desire, lowered herself onto it, impaling herself without stopping until she had it all inside her. I moaned with pleasure as I felt myself trapped inside her tight vagina. The heat and sensual wrinkles of the tunnel of love almost made me ejaculate.

-My dear mother, I'm in paradise, it's so good - I murmured, still unable to believe that I wasn't living a dream. -Don't move my love, I want to feel you all inside me, you're so big - my cock was throbbing with excitement, I thought for a moment that I was going to come, but little by little with the forced immobility I calmed down with her belly pressed tightly against mine, tightly embraced, kissing in a libidinous tongue, endless caresses sensually exploring every inch of our bodies, caressing her delicious, almost pubescent breasts, her belly covered in silky jet-black nipples and her thin waist, going down to where our pubes met, revealing her clitoris that slowly rubbed against the root of my member we began in unison in the delicious and intoxicating movements of coming and going. I took the opportunity to pull her closer to me, grabbing her buttocks. Her small body was more attracted to me, and given her state of excitement, I took the opportunity to caress her hairy crack and even touch the sensitive ring of her ass, which reacted by pressing her hips against me, if possible. I let my hands rest on her hard buttocks without any complaint.

My penis, tight as in a vice, was as if sucked into the secret depths of her vagina with each thrust, in a debauched whirlwind in which our moans and disconnected words made us explode in a volcanic orgasm in which I felt my multi-orgasmic mother fall, holding onto me, in moans and convulsions that seemed to never end.

We remained in the delicious numbness of post-coitus for a time that seemed infinite. Neither of us wanted to separate from the other. Our bodies exuded the delicious smell of male and female orgasm mixed, glued together with the sweat of the loving struggle. It seemed as if we were going to be united like the “animal with two backs” that the poet speaks of.