Loving My Mom

I was 6 or 7 when I discovered my mom’s underwear drawer. There were bras and panties and hose and I remember my heart pounding with the thought that this was wrong and I was going to get caught. I don’t remember the circumstances (I grew up on a farm, and my mom, sis and little brother must have been occupied outside), but I had time to look at these things, which I did more than once. I found a couple of soft little things that felt good against my skin: They turned out to be the white tassel from my mom’s graduation, and a little rectangle with snaps, that I figured out had to be the gusset to her girdle. This was in the ‘50’s, and all women wore girdles then, with snaps that held up their hose and tucked their tummies. I decided that bed would be the perfect place to enjoy these soft things, so I took a pair of panties that I figured would not be missed, and that’s how my career in masturbation began.

I had no idea what was between my mother’s legs, but I knew what her butt looked like because I saw her naked on the bed one day through a cracked door, and my stepdad massaging her ass. Her bras held no attraction to me other than to suggest the actual size of her breasts, so I stroked my little penie with her panties and thought about her breasts and her ass. I don’t know when I started ejaculating, but I remember I didn’t put them back in her drawer, but in the hamper, which was in our one bathroom. This also was a wonderful opportunity for me as well, when I started taking her dirty drawers to bed with me soon after she had taken them off. Now I discovered her wonderful scents, and sometimes her panties would be moist with her pee and this other wonderful-smelling discharge and of course, her farts and sk** marks. I liked her pussy smells better, but sometimes when I was feeling particularly nasty, I would inhale deeply her bottom smells and be thrilled with how intimate with my mother’s sex I was being.

As with most things, I got careless after a while, and one Saturday morning me mother came to get me up for my accordion lesson and she noticed something that, for me was tragic and horrific. My little “bedroom” was actually a wide hallway between my parents’ bedroom and the bathroom. When I awoke and saw my mother at the foot of my bed, I noticed the top part of one of her hose peeking out of my blanket on the pillow next to me. She likewise was staring at this, when she approached the bed and whipped back the covers. Now, I don’t know why I’d done this, but for some reason I had put on her panties before I fell asleep playing with myself. She looked hard down at me, and asked me, “Are you a boy or a girl?” I matter-of-factly responded, “A boy”. She threw back the covers and walked out of the room. We drove downtown in silence and after my lesson, we visited my grandmother which we often did after lessons on Saturday as she lived nearby in the city. I sat on the couch in the living room and I heard her whispering to my grandma in the kitchen, breathing a careful sigh of relief when I heard my grandma cackling her nasty laugh. My mom grew up with one brother and four sisters and obviously, my nanny knew something my mom didn’t. Be that as it may, my mother ordered me to walk up to St. Anthony’s and confess my sin, and for good measure, told my sister to stand outside the confessional to make sure that I followed through. I didn’t mind because St. Anthony’s was my grandparents church, so Fr. Ryan did not know me from Adam, although he did baptize me shortly before he presided over my young father’s funeral Mass, a victim of cancer. I understood what I did was sinful, but of course that did not stop me from being sinful on a regular basis. I can recall only a couple of more times that I was caught, but by that time, my mom was more understanding. But I never lost my appetite for my mom’s dirty panties, or fantasizing about getting “lovey-dovey with her privates”, as she would say. Even after I was grown, married, a father and living on the other side of the country, when I was back in town on business I would hit the bathroom shortly after greeting her, and stuff a pair of her dirty undies down my pants for sniffing and licking when I jacked off that night. She was in her ‘70’s when she let it be known one night over dinner(!) with my siblings present, that their method of birth control (with my stepfather of 12 years) was to practice anal sex. “That’s the way Daddy Paul liked it, anyway”. No wonder I’ve always been attracted to her ass!

My favorite fantasy as an adult when I was visiting, was to imagine that I could not sleep. She had moved the hamper to her bedroom, so I had to be more discreet about sneaking into her room quickly to swipe some panties while she was busy in the kitchen or watching TV. So, in the middle of the night, I sneak into her room to get some panties and of course, she wakes up and asks me what I’m doing. I tell her I can’t sleep and I ask if I can have her panties to relax me. “Oh, you’re not still doing that, are you? Take a pair from the top drawer there”. “Can I have the ones you’re wearing, Mom?”, I ask. “I’m not wearing any”, she replies (I had seen her, even kissed her goodnight many times, when she was only wearing a sheer nightgown naked underneath, with her large areolae and bush evident). “Oh, well, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” I say, before I crawl under the sheet right between her legs, to sniff and kiss her pussy. I grip her thighs tightly when she protests her surprise, but I calm her by telling her I’ve always wanted to make love to her, and continuing my attentions to her vulva, which is swelling, moistening and opening like a flower to my kisses. At the same time, I slip a finger slick with my saliva and her juices into her butthole and fuck it while I suck her clit. When she starts moving rhythmically with me, I move up and ease my cock into her warm pussy. I can’t believe I’m enjoying something I’ve looked forward to all my life, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. When I thrust she grips me with a strength not unlike my wife’s cunt. As she moans a guttural “Fu’ me!”, I feel my cock enveloped in a slick, warm release of love fluids.

We’re kissing passionately now, and I want her ass. I slide down to nuzzle and suck her breasts as I slip my arms under her legs to lift her up. I guide my dick between her cheeks and slip effortlessly into her anus. “Oh, my beautiful boy,” she moans, “I’ve missed this so much”, as her sphincter lovingly squeezes my penetrating shaft. “Oh, Mom, will you suck me, please?” I whisper, and without hesitation, she replies “Of course, I will, Baby, I use to suck you to soothe you when you were a **********. I missed your daddy so much, when I’d get the blues I’d suck your little penie and we’d both feel better.” I want to cum but don’t want this to end, yet the thought of being in my mom’s mouth is irresistible so I allow her to expel me and I crawl up to straddle her tits and slip my dick into her waiting mouth, which is as warm and as slick as her asshole. If she minded me going straight from her butt to her mouth, she doesn’t show it and sucks me greedily. My nut sac is tight and grazes her chin as I thrust my cock as deep as I feel is safe to do, enjoying her tongue tickling the sensitive underside. I can feel it coming now, and I lovingly stroke her head as thick jets of cum fill her mouth. I haven’t cum in several days, so there’s a generous amount for her to savor and swallow as she continues to suck me while my dick relaxes in her mouth. When I pull out to lay beside her, she lifts a leg to rest her foot on the bed and takes my hand to her soaked pussy and motions my fingers between her lips against her still-swollen clit. I continue stroking her slowly until she convulses with her own orgasm. She puts my hand up to my mouth so I can lick my fingers, then tells me it’s my turn to suck her. So I return to my spot between her legs to lap up more of her sweet pussy fluids but before I do, I whisper to her that I no longer have need of her panties.