Mom Son Sex Stories

Reaching puberty and discovering masturbation was when it all started. From that moment on I have thought of my mother in a sexual manner. Is it because my mom is beautiful and has a decent body? I’m not sure. Whatever the reason, my earliest memories of masturbating include fantasies of fucking my mom. In the twenty-two years I lived with my parents, not once did anything out of the ordinary happen between mom and I. The only exception was the time she asked me to bring her a towel while she was in the bathtub and I got to see her partially nude. Things began changing though when I recently announced that I was moving out and getting a place of my own.

Mom cried the afternoon I told her that I was leaving home. The next few weeks mom began being overly affectionate with me. While mom and I had always been affectionate with one another, it seemed like she held on a little longer when we hugged. She even started kissing me on the lips when I said goodbye on my way out the door to work in the morning. While the kisses weren’t long or necessarily seductive, I began wondering why she was suddenly doing this.

During the first few months in my own place mom would sometimes show up unannounced around dinner time to ask if I needed any help decorating or to see if she could cook for me. To the outside observer, it would appear that mom was simply having anxiety about me leaving home. Knowing mom the way I do, this simply wasn’t it. I can recall one occasion when mom was visiting and she sat on my bed while we were hanging some curtains. She made a comment about how comfortable my bed was (I own a soft-side waterbed) and that she had never “done anything” on a waterbed. When I asked what she meant, she quickly responded that what she meant to say was that she had never slept on a waterbed.

On one particular evening I arrived home to find that mom had let herself in and was cooking dinner for the two of us. Mom explained that dad was out of town on business and she thought I might like the company. She cooked my favorite meal of baked chicken and red potatoes. She had also brought a bottle of wine. After some idol chit-chat, mom said “Dinner won’t be ready for a few minutes, so why don’t you go get a quick shower.”

“Sounds great to me.” I replied.

As I walked by her in the kitchen, I started to kiss her on the cheek. Mom turned her head to meet mine and kissed me softly on the lips. This kiss was a little longer than what I was used to however. I felt a stirring in my crotch. I dismissed myself to the bathroom and quickly got undressed and ready for my shower. After my shower, I put on a t-shirt and some pajama bottoms.

From the kitchen, mom yelled, “dinner is ready when you are, Rob.”

“I’m coming.” I replied.

Dinner was delicious and the wine was beginning to have an effect on myself as well as mom. Mom began asking questions about my dating life. From there she got a little bolder and went on to ask about sex and if I was taking precautions to make sure I don’t catch any diseases or get anyone pregnant.

“Why are you so interested in my sex life?” I inquired.

“Well, because you are an attractive young man whom any woman would want to get their hands on. I also don’t want to see anything happen to you, that’s all.” She replied.

“I appreciate the concern, mom. Believe me. I don’t want to catch anything any more than you do.” I said.

Her next question kind of stunned me.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how many girls have you slept with?” Mom asked.

I almost spit my wine out when she asked this. With a smile on my face I replied, “I’ll tell you if you answer the same question.”

“Okay, deal.” She said.

“Well, I would guess around ten different girls.” I proudly proclaimed. “And yourself?”

“One. Your father.”

“Come on, mom. You mean to tell me that you never fooled around with anyone before you met dad?” I asked.

“No, your father was the first. As a matter of fact, we waited until after marriage until we actually did anything.”

“Wow. That’s very commendable.” I said.

“Well, yeah, sorta. But the other side of my brain sometimes wonders what I might have missed out on.” Mom said.

“You mean by not sleeping with any men before you got married?” I asked.

“Yes, exactly.” She replied.

We sat in silence for a moment or two. I was amazed at the conversation that was taking place and I did not want it to end. I quickly poured mom and I another glass of wine.

“Does it make you feel uncomfortable talking about sex with me, Rob?” Mom asked.

“No, not at all.” I replied.

“Can I ask you another question then?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t some men like oral sex?” She asked.

“What do you mean? I find it hard to believe that any man wouldn’t like receiving oral sex.” I exclaimed.

“Well, that’s not exactly what I meant.” Mom said.

“Oh, I got ya.” I replied. “Well, to be honest, I can’t imagine why ANY man would not like doing this, unless the woman in question was not clean.”

I continued by saying, “If you are talking about dad, then I think something must be seriously wrong with him.”

“Do you like it?” Mom inquired.

“Yes, very much.” I replied.

Mom sat there in silence for a few seconds. I broke the ice by suggesting we take our wine into the kitchen while we cleaned up the dishes.

While mom stood at the kitchen sink scrapping food off the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher, I cleared the table. When I had finished, I walked up behind mom and reached around her to get a rag out of the sink. On the way to the sink, I brushed my hand lightly against moms side. When I had finished wiping off the table, I got behind her again to put the rag back in the sink. This time when I touched her side mom grabbed my hand and held it in front of her. While she stroked my hand with hers, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and hugged her tightly. I whispered, “I love you” into her ear. Mom let out a small sigh and laid her head back on my shoulder. We stood there holding each other for the longest time until I started to feel my cock begin to harden. Not sure how mom would react to this, I tried to pull away. Mom held on to me and again laid her head back. My fears of her feeling my hard cock were confirmed when she said, “It appears that this old lady is having an affect on someone.”

I was embarrassed by her comment, but at the same time I had to see how far I could take this. I figured this was my one and only shot at this and I’d better make the most of it. Instead of responding to her comment, I simply stood there with my hard cock rubbing into her butt. I embraced mom firmly from behind and she responded by grinding her ass into my crotch. This embrace and grinding continued for a moment or two until I took it a step further. I removed my left hand from her waist and began to lightly touch her belly. As I rubbed her belly, her grinding became more obvious. I then moved my hand under her blouse and touched the outside of her bra. She made a light sigh and whispered, “Yes, please touch me.”

For the next few minutes, we stood there by the kitchen sink grinding into one another and me feeling her breasts. All of a sudden mom turned around and pushed me away. “We’ve got to stop this.” She said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s wrong, that’s why. Mothers aren’t supposed to seduce their sons!”

“You think that you seduced me?” I asked.

“Well, yes.” She replied.

“Mom, you didn’t seduce me. I’ve wanted this since I went through puberty.” I stated.

“You mean you’ve wanted me sexually before tonight?” She inquired.

“Yes, I want you. I have always wanted you.” I replied.

When I stopped talking, mom took my hand in hers, looked me in the eye and suggested we go to the bedroom.

“Rob, before we go any further, I want to make sure that this is what you really want and you are not just acting upon your youthful urges.”

“Mom, if I could make love to you I would think I had died and gone to heaven.” I replied.

“The prepare to enter heaven because I want you right now.” Mom said.

Mom immediately began undressing. Without hesitation I began to undress also. Seeing mom totally nude was something I had always wanted. The one time in my life I got to see her nude the view was slightly obstructed by the shower curtain. I can remember other times in the past when I would try and sneak a peek at her through the keyhole of the bathroom door while she was bathing. It never happened though.

Tonight was going to be different though. This time I didn’t have to sneak a look at her. She was offering herself to me freely.

Since I haven’t described her yet, I should probably tell you a little more about her. Mom is a very young looking 53 years old. She’s 5′10″ tall, has small, firm breasts with large nipples, wide hips, a neatly trimmed black bush, and weighs about 135#.

When we were both undressed, I approached mom. I took her by the hand and began kissing her on the mouth. This kiss was different from all others though. We were kissing as lovers, not as mother and son. As I gently probed her mouth with my tongue, mom moaned softly. While still kissing her, I reached around with my left hand and began feeling her ass. For a 53 year old who has had four children, she still has a firm ass. After a few minutes of kissing, mom pushed me back on the bed. She proceeded to get between my legs and take my hard cock in her mouth. I could tell right then and there that this woman was sexually repressed. The fever with which she attacked my cock was incredible. She was like a wild animal who had been caged up for years and finally released. One of the things that she did while sucking me was keep her eyes open and make eye contact with me. At one point, she stopped sucking me and said, “Do you like watching mom suck your cock, baby?” I said yes and asked her to please not stop. For the next five minutes she continued to suck me until I could no longer hold back. I began bucking my hips and warned her that I was going to cum. I totally expected mom to take my cock out of her mouth, but she didn’t. Instead she began stroking the base of my cock with her left hand while still sucking. Within seconds I was having the orgasm of a lifetime. I came like never before and this incredible woman swallowed every last drop. When I had finished, mom continued to lick my cock and cleaned up any cum that she might have missed.

Once I had recovered, I asked mom if I could return the favor for her. She said, “I was hoping you would.” I then proceeded to move down her body and spread her legs so I could have easy access to her pussy. She tasted so good. I could not imagine why dad would not want to eat her pussy every day of the week. Never in my life had I tasted such a delicious pussy. I licked, sucked, and fingered moms pussy for what seemed like half an hour. Mom began moaning and bucking and I knew she was going to orgasm. I then took one of my fingers and gently inserted it into her ass. This put mom over the edge and she screamed like a wild woman, “Oh yes, eat my pussy baby. Eat it. Eat it. Oh God, I love the way you eat my pussy. You’re making me cum. You’re making me cum. Oh, God. Yes.”

When mom had calmed down from her orgasm, she pulled me up to her and began sucking the pussy juices from my lips. “I want you to fuck me now, honey. Is that okay?” Mom asked.

Without hesitation, I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. Mom took my cock in her hand and eased it in. At first we moved slowly while looking into each others eyes. This didn’t go on for long when mom said, “Forget this. Please fuck me hard. Fuck the shit out of me!” Of course I wanted to please her so I began fucking her like there was no tomorrow. For the next half-hour, we fucked in every position imaginable. When she asked me to enter her from behind I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. As I thrusted into her, I looked down to see that mom was rubbing her pussy with her left hand. She began moaning very loudly again, and I knew she must be close. We had worked up such a sweat that there was a loud slapping sound when my hips would meet her ass. The sight of seeing mom play with her pussy, as well as the slapping sound from our fucking sent me over the edge. I began cumming inside of her and moaning very loud, “Oh mom, I’m cumming. I’m cumming mom.” This must have been what mom wanted to her and she began screaming, “Oh Rob, fuck me. Yes, don’t ever stop fucking me. You feel sooo good. Oh, you feel so good. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming with you. Oh, God.”

I’m certain that my neighbors in the other apartments had to hear her screaming.

When we had both finished cumming we collapsed together on the bed. We laid there kissing for a minute and mom asked, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Do you?”

“Definitely not.” I replied.

“Good. Because I plan on visiting you often.”

And that is the way it all started. Mom and I have continued our little affair for the past six months. She visits at least three times per week. Some weeks, we have gotten together every day. On the weekends that dad is out of town, mom and I spend the entire day in bed sucking and fucking. She is insatible and I am one lucky person to be the one who tries to satisfy her.