My name Is James. I am a 18 year old Seinor in high school. I'm of average height. Medium brown hair, average build.
Today was yet another sucky day at school. I didnt have that much in the way of friends and today I had bombed the big test of the year. Life sucked for me sometimes.
The School wasnt too far from my house so I usually walked home. It was just me and my mom ever since my dad died in a car wreck several years ago. My Mom was a scientist. Her labs current breakthrough was creating a body modifying serum. Thats all she was allowed to tell me about it however.
After walking a few blocks I finally made it back home.
Going inside I was about to call out a hello. My mom had Fridays off. When I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning. Now I may have been a virgin but one thing any 18 year old guy, virgin or not, will know is the sound of a chick getting fucked in a porno flick. No one ever sounds like that in real life. At least I hoped not, it would become really annoying really fast.
For a moment, I thought I might have left my computer on or something. Except I didn't remember watching porn this morning, that was more of a nightly activity. Frowning I decided to be as quiet as I could and figure out what was going on.
Moving through the entryway I immediately saw the source of the rather obnoxious moaning. The main TV, except there was another sound a low constant hum. A vibrator I realized. It hit me then.
My mother was masturbating. Or someone had broken in just to masturbate, which seemed so out there it was almost plausible, more plausible than my mother doing that, on the couch at least.
There are moments in everyone's life where you can pick option A or option B. Right or Wrong. Fuck her bare back or wait for a condom.
This was one of those moments. Walk away or look. Right as I was about to turn around and pretend I had never come home, I heard my mother moan. It was low, throaty, very real and... hot? A morbid curiosity overcame me and I could feel myself inching forward.
The back of the couch was toward the entryway, so I either had to go to one of the side or look over the top. I opted for one of the sides. My heart was literally in my throat as I moved. I hadn't taken my shoes off, I wasn't sure why that thought occurred to me, but it did I debated going back to take them off. Knowing if I did there would be no chance of me following through on my current course of action.
Shaking lightly I kept moving. My mother was masturbating on that couch and I was going to look at her. Probably naked, with a vibrator, masturbating. I was so going to hell.
That was probably the longest five seconds of my life. Eventually I did hit the coach having a fully unobstructed view of my mother, completely naked, with a very tightly pressed vibrator, black right up against her clit as she watched the TV, humping it a little.
People sometimes have like a sixth sense when they are being watched. My mom got that then. Her eyes immediately went super round and her mouth opened, then she started shaking. It took me a minute but I quickly realized that she was having an orgasm. I'm no expert on such things but it looked intense. It was only after she fell back that I heard the TV.
"Oh god, mom. Your pussy feels so good. Fuck I'm gonna cum."
"On my face baby, cum on mommies face." If I hadn't just watched my mother orgasm I would have rolled my eyes. As it was I was having trouble blinking.
My mother I realized, wasn't ugly, I wasn't sure what to think about that. With her long blonde hair and laying as she was, leg splayed open chest heaving, head kind of lolling to the side. I really noticed that she looked good naked, on her back like that.
Some girls really don't. My mom, god rest my soul did. Her breast despite her age still looked rather round and firm. And her pussy was like seriously nice. It wasn't a big floppy one, and there were no oversized lips or anything, it seemed almost small, compact, the type of pussy that could be really fun to play with.
I realized with a mild bit of surprise that I was hard and really ready to go. Virgin or not, mother or not, the thought of stripping off my pants and just fucking her damn the consequences, was a very tempting option. One I wasn't quite stupid enough to follow through with.
It was then when I had decided not to rape my mother that she seemed to come out of her daze, and start freaking out. The next 10 15 seconds consisted of a lot of swearing, awkward jerking motions that eventually ended up with my mother in the fetal position on the floor. Crying.
At that moment I found myself wishing that I had just pretended nothing had happened. And just ignored her. I hadn't though, I had walked right up to my mother masturbating, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same.
There are two things that all teenage guys tend to be proficient at:
One --making really stupid decisions.
Two -- Emergency "I didn't fuck it up to badly, you see?" clean up.
I had done an excellent job of number one. Number two came completely instinctively. Dropping my backpack I quickly grabbed a couple of blankets and moved over to her. She was kind of rocking back and forth, sobbing and muttering incoherently. Like one of the crazy chicks you would see in a mental asylum or something.
I felt my blood run cold as I leaned down to put the blanket over my Mother's naked form. My boner was gone. If I am being totally honest, it is something no one should ever see. Especially a Son to his Mother.
I sat on the couch then, kind of in a numb daze just looking at her not really seeing anything. Wishing I could go back in time. I don't know how long we stayed like that, her cradled up on the floor, me hating myself watching her rock. Every second seemed like a small eternity.
Eventually she stopped rocking. I had to blink, clearing my eyes, as she pulled the blanket tightly around her and stood there looking at me.
The silence was really uncomfortable, the porn video had ended at some point and I found my eyes glued to the parting shot the older woman with cum all over her overly done up face. It really wasn't attractive. I suddenly found myself a little disgusted at the whole thing, but it was better than trying to look my mother in the eyes at that moment.
Finally when I couldn't bear her stare anymore I said the first thing that came to mind. "Are you alright?"
For a second she said nothing. Then I faintly heard her repeat me. "Are you alright?" After that it was like a switch went off. "Am I alright? DO you fucking think I'm alright!? Of course I am not alright! My own Son saw me ma... going at it like a whore. And you ask me if I am alright? No James, I am not alright."
She stopped then breathing heavily, I was, I won't lie a bit taken aback by that sudden explosion of rage. It wasn't like it had been my fault.
"What were you thinking?" She said having regained her breath, obviously not expecting a response having looked away. As if the front window would give her an answer.
Except now I was angry. "What was I thinking?" I said standing up, unconsciously towering over her. "What was I thinking? Oh I don't know. Maybe that my Mother would be a bit smarter than to masturbate on the front couch. Where anyone could see. You're right Mom. What was I thinking? I just don't know."
The blood that had infused her face just a few moments ago was gone she looked almost like a ghost backing up, tears streaming down from her eyes. "Oh, god baby. I'm so sorry." She muttered falling back into the rocking chair, which of course made me feel like a complete asshole.
Breathing deeply I sat back down on the couch. "I'm sorry too, Mom, that was, uncalled for."
"No you were right. It's my fault." Normally I would have responded except my Mom was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize that the blanket had come lose and I had a very clear view of her pussy. Which stopped any verbal response I might have had.
"I am gonna go put some cloths on, I think." She said some time later, her voice sounding small and very tired. I said nothing and just closed my eyes, wondering if anything would ever be the same again.
Fifteen minutes later I heard the front door open and my Mother saying something about going to get groceries. It was normally something we did together this time, I didn't offer and she didn't ask.
I sat there on the couch for perhaps another 20 minutes before I finally moved. The first thing I saw was again the parting shot of the porn video. My stomach almost emptied itself right there, at the mere sight of the skank. Turning the TV off I removed the disk, and found the open blank dvd case near-by laying on the floor. Putting it away, I tried to decide what to do with it.
Without this video and that moaning I never would have realized something was going on and everything would be normal. Except, I told myself ruthlessly, It wasn't normal, and it probably never would be again.
Eventually I decided to just set it in her room. No part of me wanted to watch it. No part of me even wanted to acknowledge its existence right at that moment.
My mom's room was normal, the bed was mostly made, and there was no box of porn videos in plain sight, so I just set it on her dresser, she would eventually see it and deal with it. After that I went to my room and brooded.
It was perhaps 5 30 when she pulled back in the driveway. Without her saying anything I went downstairs to help her unload them all. We said nothing to each other the whole time; no greetings no nothing, just went about our tasks with practiced efficiency as though the other were nothing more than a stranger.
Her face was marked with tears, and her eyes constantly seemed like they were just dried. It was painful to bear.
Once the groceries were put away, my Mom went up to her room, shut the door and continued to cry. Something I couldn't bring myself to do. Every time I closed my eyes I just saw her there, naked masturbating. Then I would see her rolled up into a little ball rocking back and forth.
Perhaps an hour later, I knocked on my Mothers door, despite to just get this behind us somehow. Except I got no response, to disheartened to force the issue, I just walked away. By the time another hour had passed and the sun was mostly set I was determined to get this resolved. The guilt literally felt like it was eating me from the inside out and there was nothing I could do about it. I was scared and I just wanted my mother to hug me and say everything would be okay.
This time when I approached my mother's door. I kept knocking after I got ignored the first time. "Mom, Mom, Mom." I kept repeating gently knocking upon the door.
We had a little ritual where we would watch a classic TV show from the 80's together. At least we did before today. "Mom, come on we need to talk."
"There's nothing to say." Was the eventual response.
"Come on, I'll be down stairs. Our show is on. Now hurry up, we are about to miss it all." Ignoring her inane reply completely, I took a page out of every child's book.
Continuously knocking I chanted, "Are you coming?" Over and over until I got the eventual. "Yes I am coming now knock it off." Smiling a little to myself I waited perhaps 4 seconds and started saying. "Hurry up, we're going to miss it." I almost felt normal for a moment right then, like everything would be okay. Then to door opened.
My mom looked like shit. Her face was splotched, hair in complete disarray and it was completely my fault. It was a sobering thought. I really had fucked this one up no denying it.
"Well," she said, stepping past me. "Are you coming?" With nothing to say, I followed her down the stairs.
The episode wasn't anything special but in the end that really didn't matter. What mattered was me getting the balls to man up and apologize. This, as all things that matter is easier said than done.
I don't know how long we sat there, saying nothing, while I tried to build up the courage to speak, still unable to look at my Mother. Finally, I became sick of my own cowardice, taking one look at the TV; it was still playing advertisements, I turned it off.
Looking at my mother for the first time since I had followed her down the stairs I could see that her eyes had a distant sort of dazed look. Her knees were pushed up against her chest, chin lying in the small valley created by her knee caps, arms wrapped around them tightly. Opening my mouth, I found myself being cut off as she raised her hand.
"I need a drink." She said getting off of the couch, leaving me sitting there; resolve receding to guilt and frustration at this whole situation only being contained by the amount of self-hatred my conscious was drowning me with.
The wait probably felt longer than it was, but eventually my mother came back with a wine glass that was only half full and a freshly opened wine bottle that was to empty for only one glass to have been poured.
Once again attempting to fortify my nerves in an attempt to get things back to normal, I found myself interrupted by the tears that slowly made their way down my mother's cheek.
Not saying anything I sat there and watched her cry, slowly drinking her way through the wine bottle. Before today I had never actually seen my mother cry even after dad had died, she had been strong. And now I knew everything was falling apart for her.
The realization that anything I might say would only make things worse was hard for me to come to grips with, and yet for some reason I did, and to this day I feel I made the correct decision. The only time I moved was when I got up to get my mother another bottle of wine. Sitting back I watched her steadily work her way through that as well. Her tears hadn't stopped and my guilt hadn't gone away.
"Oh god baby I'm so sorry." For some reason I wasn't sure who she was talking to I was the only other person in the room, and yet for some reason I had the feeling she was talking to someone else.
"What have I done, Daniel I'm so sorry, I'm a failure as a mother. I'm so sorry."
It was then that I moved near her, unable to bear seeing her in so much pain anymore. "No mom," I said wrapping my arms around her, my heart feeling like it was going to fall apart at any moment. "I'm sorry, this was all my fault. I'm so sorry."
I don't know if she heard me because she just kept repeating "I'm so sorry baby." As she cuddled closer into my arms, tears pouring down her face. Wine forgotten.
Sometimes I wished my Dad were still here.
We stayed like that for a while, the TV off, my mother wrapped in my arms. Eventually her tears stopped flowing and her muttering came to an end but my guilt never went away. This was entirely my fault and I was going to do anything I could to get it back to normal.
Before I realized it, midnight had rolled around, and even though I didn't feel all that tired I realized my mother was drifting off to sleep within my arms.
"Mom," I said gently shaking her, "time for bed. Come-on let's get going."
"Huh, sure Daniel, let's go to bed." My heart kind fo dropped at her groggy reply, calling my father's name.
Guiding her up the stairs I gave her a hug as we stopped at the door to her room. "Good night Mom. I'll see you tomorrow morning." And with that I let go of my mother and made my way to my own room.
"J-James," came her voice. Stopping me in my tracks, my heart suddenly in my throat.
"Yeah. Mom."
"Can you stay with me tonight? Please, I..I feel so alone."
After perhaps 2 heart beats, I responded. "Sure Mom, just give me a minute to get changed." Thoughts running wild.
Crawling into bed with her was a strange experience partly because it was a different bed but mostly because I couldn't help but wondering what she was wearing. Closing my eyes, I tried to firmly banish all thoughts of my naked mother from my mind.
"Good night James." I heard her softly say, between images of her pussy and her firm breast flashing across my eyelids.
"Good night Mom." I replied. Then before I even realized I was going to say it. "I love you."
There was a pause, "I love you too, honey." After which we both proceeded to fall asleep.
I woke up the next morning in a bit of a daze, I knew something was wrong. In my dream I had been sleeping with a beautiful woman, ever so slowly feeling her body, teasing us both until the inevitable would happen. Except when I woke up my dream didn't seem to go away, I could feel a woman against me her soft legs pressed tightly against my own, as my arms encased her in a very natural loving embrace.
The realization that I was currently spooning my mother was slow to penetrate my early morning daze. It wasn't until I heard her softly groan and move even closer to me that I realized what was going on. My heart was instantly in my throat constricting my breath as it began to pound. I realized quickly that I was rock hard, my boner straining against my shorts as it pushed violently against her thigh.
Closing my eyes I tried not to panic, hadn't I already fucked this over enough? The last thing I wanted was my mother freaking out after she woke up to my boner pressed against her. Gulping, I tried to distance myself from her, except I realized that my left arm was trapped, cursing softly, I spent the next few moments trying to disengage myself from our cuddling session, something that is much easier said than done. Especially when all you can think about is the fact that there is a woman right there who you had just seen naked the day before, and is in a very vulnerable position to get fucked.
When my Mother finally rolled over I actually sighed in relief, I was in serious need of some alone time. Getting up I made my way into my room, and began to attempt to masturbate, until I realized that the only thing I could think about was my mother. Which didn't end well, as pictures of her pussy flashed by my face, I couldn't help but see her cradled on the floor crying. Which I won't lie killed my boner really fast.
Eventually I gave up and got dressed. Leaving my room I also saw my mother getting up. She was cradling her head.
"You alright?" I asked, stopping by her door.
"Ugh, my head. How much did I drink last night?"
"No idea, Mom. You want an aspirin?"
"Would you James? I would really appreciate that."
"Sure. I'll be right back."
Going down stairs I went into the kitchen briefly glancing at the clock on the stove, it was almost 10:30. Opening the cupboard I grabbed the bottle of aspirin and went back up stairs. It didn't really feel like 10 30, but it didn't matter it was a Saturday so I had nowhere I needed to be today.
Going back to my mother's room, I could see that she was still lying in bed, trying not to move too much.
"Here you go I said." Realizing I hadn't grabbed any water a bit too late. But my mother just took the bottle dished out three aspirin and swallowed them dry.
"Do you know what time it is?" She asked, still not making any sudden movements.
"Yeah, just a little after ten. Why what's up?" I asked sitting on the foot of her bed watching her face. Even at her age there was no way anyone could call her ugly, sure there were some lines here and there, but I realized I really didn't have an ugly mother. My cock couldn't help but twitch at this realization. And with my cocks awakening came the inevitable rush of guilt, that was seeming like it would never go away.
"Ugh, I have to be at work for 11 30."
"Oh, you aren't going to call in sick?"
"Can't, the lab is runing some new test on our body modifying serum, I have to be there to assist in supervising it."
"Ahh, well, sucks to be you then." I said shrugging, my lack of sympathy rather apparent.
"Yeah, you could say that. Anyway you need the bathroom?"
"Naa mom, it's all yours, I'm gonna go play some COD. Have fun at work."
"Thanks, I'll try." And with that I went to my room and my mother went to work.
The rest of the day was quiet I focused on keeping my mind occupied and did my best not to think about yesterday. Which for the most part was a complete and total failure. By the time my mother got home, I was a mess of raging hormones, guilt and a desire just to do something! Anything to make the guilt go away.
"James? Honey? Are you still awake?"
"Yeah Mom." I replied coming down the stairs. "It is only 9:30, you have a good day?"
"I have had worse, but my neck is killing me."
"Want a massage?" The words were out of my mouth before I had even realized I had said them. Other than looking a little bit surprised my mother was fine with that suggestion. Lying down on the couch she cradled her head in her arms and waited.
Massages were relatively normal thing, sometimes she would give me one after a soccer game or I would give her one, this particular massage started out normal. Until my hormones kicked in, I don't know how soon it was that I popped a boner but by the time I noticed I had one, it was way too late to conceal it.
I had been changing my position as my leg was starting to go numb when I felt my mother go stiff as a board. When I realize my dick was for all intents and purposed mashed up against the side of her ass, I swore.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. The only good thing is that I swore in my head. Had that been out loud I honestly have no idea how my mother would have reacted. As it was she laid there for a while and then then she spoke her voice was almost expressionless.
"James, why do you have a hard on?"
I won't lie I froze; this was totally unplanned and unexpected. I couldn't help but think why couldn't she just ignore it? They do in all the stories.
"I-I'm sorry?" Was my eventual and very weak reply.
"James. Why do you have a hard on?" she repeated mercilessly still not having moved from her face down position.
"I don't know. I'm sorry okay?" I said panicking now.
"James," My Mother repeated, her voice softening a little bit. "Please don't lie to me. Why do you have an erection?"
"I don't know alright? I just don't know."
"James ..."
"It's you okay. Are you happy? I am hard because of you. I can't help it. I can't help it, I just can't."
"James! Calm down and look at me! Much better. Now tell me again. Why do you have a boner?"
"I just did dammit. It's because of you, After yesterday..."
"That's enough." My mother snapped, interrupted me. "You're sure of this?" She asked a new intensity in her eyes.
"Of course I am sure!" Confusion and frustration replacing the panic I had just been feeling.
"You think that I'm beau..."
"Of course I do," I said interrupting her this time, starting to freak a little at her line of questioning. "God what's the point of this?"
Ignoring my question my mother stared intently at my face. Then nodding she got up and motioned for me to follow her. "Come on." She said making her way towards the stairs.
Puzzled and oddly excited, I didn't budge. "Why?"
"Because James," came the eventual reply. "We are not going to have sex on the couch."
And then my blood ran cold. Have sex? She couldn't be serious, she was my mo... the thought was stopped dead in its tracks when she looked at me. She pulled out a small vile with blue liquid in it. I stared at it with shock. "Mom...is that from the lab?" "Yes James, it is. I'm turning you into a Man. Your going to become my husband." She replied as she continued up the stairs. Without conscious thought I was following her up the stairs.
I was going to fuck my mother and I was going to turn into her husband. My brain wasn't able to cope with this thought. What the fuck had happened to my life?
What the fuck was happening to my life? I was going to fuck my mother, I was going to be a man her age! My life was about to change forever!
By the time I made it to her room, she was nearly naked, with only her shirt still on. She was rubbing the blue liquid on her vagina. Watching her take off her shirt, send me into over drive. My clothes were off almost instantly and my dick was at full strength. I was going to fuck my Mother I was going to fuck my Mother. I was going to become her husband.
I was nearly in a daze as she got onto the bed. Face to the mattress, as in the air. Doggystyle. I was in a daze again ass I approached her looking at her pussy. There would be no foreplay it would seem. She was already quite wet.
It was just how I remembered it from yesterday: compacted, not a large sloppy vagina, it all looked to be a really dark red, with what looked to be specs of black lining the outside of it. Breathing heavily I quickly freed my penis and lined myself up with her vagina.
Her pussy was tight; offering a snug grip as I slowly penetrated her. Gripping her hips I moved slowly, more from the shock then from any desire to go slow and take pleasure from officially losing my virginity. Looking down at my mother's back, I could clearly see her spine as she pushed herself further into the bed, leveraging her hips further upwards, leaving herself totally open to my penetration.
I could already feel the serum working, I could feel my penis growing larger inside of her.
Pulling out I could feel the suction from my mother's pussy, the slurping noise that accompanied the action felt obscene almost unwanted to my mind, so I quickly thrust back in causing her to moan. It was just like before, a deep throated moan that totally turned me on. I quickly found myself withdrawing and thrusting into my mother much faster than I had been before, driven by a desire to hear her moan.
Except, after the first few thrust my Mother quickly got into the rhythm of my thrusting and her moaning stopped, so without consciously thinking about it I took my hands off of her hips and ever so slowly buried myself within her as I leaned forward my hands working themselves under her torso, as my body began to cover her completely. With each thrust my body was slowly growing bigger. I was slowly gaining more muscle with every second. Reaching her breast with my growing hands, I briefly pinched one of her nipples, before cupping both breast in my hands and began to thrust into her again. My increasing body weight pushing her hips down with each thrust.
It didn't take long before my body was big enough that the effort of keeping her hips in the air became too much for her and my mother dropped them down; resulting in me lying upon her back in a sort of reverse missionary position. The penetration was not as deep like this as my penis was still growing, but the feel of my mother's body against mine, as I slowly thrust into her, was electric.
Her heavy rhythmic breathing quickly turned into a steady groan as I continued to fuck her, moving in and out at a steady pace. Eventually, as I grew older, I tired of this position and without saying a word I leveraged myself back onto my knees waiting for my mother to roll over. Eventually she did when our eyes met I saw something I will never forget. My mother had no sort of reluctance upon her face, all that was there was a ravenous hunger in her eyes, a hunger that got my blood boiling within no time any desire to go slow was gone. She placed her hand on my face. I could tell it was changing becoming more mature.
Taking her legs under her knees I quickly went about folding my Mother in half, as she guided my much larger dick back into her pussy. What came next was like nothing I had ever imagined, out lips met as her hands wove themselves within my hair pulling my face down to hers. My body stopped aging and my face finished contorting and shifting into my dad's face. She pulled back to look at me. "Hello Daniel!" She said with tears of joy in her eyes.
My now adult cock sank all the way into her and we proceeded to mate like a couple of animals. Time quickly lost any meaning as I lost myself inside of her body. We had to stop kissing fairly quickly as all of our effort was quickly consumed by breathing and enjoying the sensations of our coupling.
She didn't stop moaning well into the night. I don't think I had ever had so much endurance before in my life, and I don't think I ever will again. Eventually she began trembling and I knew she was having an orgasm. Her nails clawed into my bigger back as she let out a moan. I followed close behind as my cock swelled as I came deep inside of My Mom now wife, insuring pregnancy.
I collapsed on her as she wrapped her arms around me.
Gone was 18 year old James. 40 year old Daniel was here now!
The morning after was a sort of bitter sweet experience. I had lost my virginity, yet nothing would ever go back to normal, a thought that scared me. Except I realized, that didn't necessarily mean it wouldn't get better, and the firm breast in my right hand definitely suggested a possibility for improvement.