Mother and son’s feelings get sparked by a video sent by relatives.
- Foreword from the author -
So you’d want to do it with mom for the first time, or think you do?
Your real mother will not probably not all that attractive to you. Stretch marks and sagginess are to be expected and accepted, as well as wrinkles and bushy pubic hairs. Yet those are only physical details which don’t truly matter compared to feelings and emotions.
The most important thing to understand is that if you actually do it you’ll end up with conflicting feelings, especially if you come inside her. You may have start having second thoughts even at the last moment when mom is already riding you and it’s about to happen and it’s too late to stop and you can’t do anything about it. Despite that, the orgasm at the end will most likely be stronger than what many other people would experience during their first time.
Well then, let’s say you have come to the point where your mother is naked and agreeable. She probably won’t look quite like you had imagined, but that shouldn’t matter at this point as I already said. Just take it slow if this is your first time, as it most likely is. Your mother will understand this, and you should listen to her and follow her lead. She’s the one with the experience and the parental and maternal skills and instincts.
You may get scared when she finally opens her legs. That’s perfectly natural, but don’t worry. Many shy young men’s first experience ends up being their own mother’s hairy vagina even if most don’t like to talk about it. That’s perfectly natural. After all it’s nice, warm and familiar. Being with mom is much easier than with someone you don’t know as well. With her it’s easier to stay hard despite nervousness and to last long enough to finish with a proper and satisfying ejaculation into the womb where you grew up in.
I’m sure she’ll help you with the initial penetration if you’re having problems in the beginning, especially if you ask nicely, so you shouldn’t worry about that either. The same is true if you happen to slip out, just let her help and resume the intercourse. Interruptions don’t matter at this point, but make sure to thrust deep when you’re about to ejaculate. Little slip-ups can always happen at intense moments, as our hero finds out in the following story, but you have to understand they don’t matter in the long run. Mistakes can always be corrected, and your mother will be more understanding of them than many other people.
You have to understand you’ll never be able to forget it, certainly not if it really was your first time as it probably is for most people it happens to. The image of the hairy vagina riding you, the feeling of the orgasm in it, and the memory of ejaculating into your own real mother’s womb will always stay with you, whether you really end up liking it or not.
So you still want to do it? Well, I have some tips for you:
Let your hips carry the spurts in, they instinctively know what they are doing even if you don’t, as long as you free your mind and let nature carry out its course. Just enjoy the ride and don’t worry about it being your mom you’re shooting into. Love comes in many different, forms and her legs wouldn’t be open if this wasn’t meant to happen.
Let me tell you that you’re not the only one who has done this, so learn to accept this moment of closeness. Problems and fears of the world can stay away, if only for just this little while when you shoot your warmth into her for the first time. Let it be a romantic and magical night for the two of you.
The hero of the following story has much of me in him, as always, but we must separate facts from fiction. You already know about my experiences if you are an ardent reader, now let’s see what happens to him so we can perhaps learn from his mistakes.
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LOVE AND VITAMINS
I glanced at my mother’s maternity bra on the floor. My hands were on her shoulders and her head was bouncing in a pleasant tempo. Mom’s belly was huge and bulging and her dark tender areolas and big nipples were ready for the baby. Despite the awkwardness of the situation I felt like I had accomplished something, which had not always been so easy for me.
Her sensitive fingers were stroking my balls in circular motions and her big dark Bambi eyes were looking up at me as she was making little sounds, “Mm… Mm… M-m?”. Her bulging belly was huge, stretched and veiny after nine months of pregnancy, and her nipples and areolas had become big and dark. My heart and balls were aching from the way she was looking at me as she suckled. She was naked and on her knees and her due date was in two weeks.
I could only softly whisper to her: “It won’t take much longer now, mom”. I sighed and moved my legs slightly. We were taking it slow during the important evening session, and mom had found just the right kind of rhythm which felt good but made me last for the required amount of time. Her lips were pouty and deep red, and they were bouncing on the shaft at a nice pace. My balls were so full of warm feelings that I had to keep my eyes on the unattractive maternal gear on the floor or I wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did. Premature ejaculation was not something that could be allowed to happen at a moment like this.
Mom kept going patiently, and when her sensitive fingertips felt how my testicles started to throb and tighten she accelerated the pace. When I finally fired the first long spurt she closed her eyes and started swallowing peacefully in the rhythm of the ejaculations. Her hand was pumping the shaft in a practical and effective manner and the gentle fingers of the other one kept on rapidly stroking my testicles as long as they keep throbbing and firing.
I caressed her hair as I fired long, powerful, audible squirts powered by an intense orgasm which made me shout out loud. Her pouty lips and her throat were pulsating along with my shaft and balls as I came so hard my knees wouldn’t hold and kindly let mom swallow everything until I could only softly whisper that I had nothing left to shoot.
After the last spurts had finished I felt my mother’s warm lips withdraw now that she had caught all the love and vitamins I had carried in my balls for her. She looked so serene when she swallowed for the last time. Her eyes were still closed and her hand moved to caress the massive bulging baby bump. Her heavy breasts were hanging against the belly, her nipples and areolas were huge and darkened, ready for the arrival of the baby. It was not like she liked the taste, but it was very healthy, and this made me feel happy and proud of the fact I was doing my role in raising the baby.
With that in mind, now was a good moment for me to reminisce on what had happened nine months earlier.
*
Back then mom had forwarded me a message with an attached video from her sister aka my aunt. I remember it well and have occasionally watched it again.
I read the e-mail, not immediately realizing it was just a forward and hadn’t been addressed to me. It said: “Can you believe we finally did it for real, Ally! ♥♥♥”. Ally was my mom’s name, so at this point I noticed the message had been sent to her by her sister Jill. It had been forwarded to me from mom’s mail address without any kind of additional comments.
I wondered if this had been some kind of a mistake, considering mom occasionally misclicked on things. I watched the video anyway, in case it was something important.
The camera’s date in the corner said “February 15.” My aunt Jill was sitting on a bed. She looked a lot like mom except her hair was longer. She was looking at the camera as she whispered: “Something is finally going to happen tonight, but we’re going to start slow. I don’t want to push him. He’s really shy, so I didn’t tell him about the camera.” After this there was an edit in the video and the image changed.
The room and the bed were the same, but no-one was visible at first. Something fell from off screen and was left hanging on the edge of the bed. I wondered what it was until I realized it was a supportive bra for heavy sagging breasts, and just then two figures moved to the view of the camera. They were my cousin Andrew, who had recently turned 18 just like me, and his mother, my aunt Jill. What was shocking was that they were naked and kissing in a fashion which was all too friendly for a mother and son to be doing. I watched as Jill took her son’s hand and moved it to her ass. They were exchanging loving gazes and quiet words and she was discreetly trying to lead him to the front of the hidden camera she had set up.
Jill slid down to her knees. She had sagging breasts with large areolas and a dark thicket of bristly pubic hairs between her legs and on her lower stomach. Andrew’s voice was nervous. “Mom, what are you doin - oh... God...” Andrew’s scrawny legs were in front of the camera, but enough could be seen that it was obvious what was going on.
“Dude, that’s your mom!” I thought in my mind. The view between Andrew’s legs showed his mother’s hand fondling his balls, and from the position of her chin above them it was apparent what she was doing. I couldn’t unfortunately hear any of her sounds, but from Andrew’s reactions it was obvious when his mother’s lips were in place and the action properly started. I had never even imagined something like this could be happening for real.
Andrew shifted his legs and sighed deep. This was taking quite a while but because of maternal instincts his mother was very patient. Jill was slowly but surely increasing the rhythm judging by how I could see her hair and breasts bouncing, and that was making Andrew even more jittery than before until she sudden finish came.
“Oh God mom I’m gonna - Nn-nn!” His buttocks clenched and at the same time I could see a swallowing motion in his mother’s throat as his balls suddenly throbbed hard.
“N-nn! Nnn!” Andrew groaned, his legs barely holding as he was giving his warmth to her, firing long spurts which his mother patiently kept on swallowing while her fingers were rapidly stroking his balls. Back then I don’t know how she could do that, thinking it was a mom thing I just didn’t understand. My eyes were drawn to how her sagging breasts were bouncing as she was moving her head, and especially to the dark bush between her legs, which was well in sight as she was on her knees.
After Andrew’s first powerful orgasm they had to cuddle close for a while, speaking in soft voices which weren’t quite audible on the soundtrack. Finally it was the time to move to the bed. Jill climbed onto it on all fours and brushed her hair off her face as she looked over her shoulder at Andrew who had moved behind her.
I watched with my eyes wide as the penetration and intercourse took place. The angle of the camera showed my cousin’s hard shaft sliding into his mother’s vagina which opened for him easily and comfortably.
The boy was awkward at first, he kept shifting his legs and hips, but as natural instincts took over he learned to quicken the pace and then to slow down again at the last moment so he could make this romance last as long as possible. He was breathing deep and groaning and his mother’s breasts were swinging, swaying and jiggling underneath her as Andrew thrust his hips.
The two adoring lovers reached the finale together, with Andrew’s heightening voice being audible on the video: “O-oh God mom - N-nnn! Nnn! Nnn...!” I saw his mother’s leg twitch against the mattress as something very warm was suddenly shot into her, the boy’s semen erupting against the back wall of the womb. He kept thrusting after his groans had turned into sighs, his balls throbbing in a constant rhythm as they fired, trying to shoot as deep as possible.
The video abruptly ended when Andrew pulled out, and I must say I was left rather speechless. I did save the video to my special folder before deleting it along with the message. This was probably one of those things that should not talked about, or so I thought until a few days later when I was left alone with mom in the kitchen.
“So what did you think about the video?” mom nonchalantly asked as she was washing the dishes, not looking at me.
“W-what video?” I nervously stuttered, thinking she had forwarded it to me by mistake and would not bring it up in discussion if she even had realized it had happened.
“You know, that one I forwarded to you so you’d take a look at it. You did watch it, didn’t you?”
“Umm... I-It was... interesting.” I felt cold sweat rising to my neck. What kind of a stupid answer was that?
Mom let the dishes alone, pulled up a chair and sat on the table opposite me. I could feel her eyes studying me. I’m sure most people know the feeling from when their parents are doing it. “Have you had your first time? I mean it’s not like you’re bringing girls here, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Not really...” I muttered barely audibly, biting my lip.
“Andrew has,” mom said, obviously seeing how discomfortable I was.
“U-um yeah...”
“What did you think about it?” mom insisted on continuing.
“It looked nice,” I blurted out, immediately realizing what I had said, “Oh God, I mean...”
“Oh, I know very well what you mean,” mom said with a smile. “Would you want to kiss me?”
Did I? “I.. um, yeah.”
That was our first kiss. I mean, that kind of a kiss, of course she had kissed me before. Mom was caressing my hair as we did it, and I was all too aware of feeling soft breasts against me. Mom touched my cheek with her fingers and looked me in the eyes. “We have to start slowly.”
I nodded and bit my lip again.
We kissed and touched each other as often as we could in secret in the following weeks. The rumble of the washing machine in the cellar was a good cover for our secret thoughts and a practical excuse for us to be together. I made sure to get plenty of dirt on my clothes while cycling so I could ask for my mother’s assistance in getting the stains out. Which she gave, among other things.
We both knew kissing and cuddling would not be enough to carry our romance, and during these moments we often talked about the right time to heighten our relationship onto a new level.
Eventually such a possibility became real when mom said: “Tonight could be ours.”
I had already thought about it. Business trips and band camp were keeping dad and Jenny busy during the summer so they wouldn’t be home. “Tonight sounds great, mom,” I said and we kissed.
I felt eager and excited during the day, not to mention nervous and awkward, but I tried to keep those kinds of feelings in check until the time was right.
We did it in my room, it was the most practical place which would cause the least amount of problems. Not to mention there was a certain fascination of having mom in my bed.
When mom arrived we again kissed a few times until she pulled off the loose blouse she was wearing and revealed a supportive white bra underneath. Her short hair and angular face formed a contrast with her heavy breasts which were usually effectively hidden by her nonde*********** clothing. I had never paid attention to them until I’d seen Jill and Andrew’s video and started imagining what my mom would look naked. She unbuttoned her jeans as well, and I could see the slightest hints of a dark bush and nipples and areolas through the fabric.
“You can practice with the bra,” mom whispered into my ear, “it’s just the two of us in the house”.
I slowly reached behind her back and struggled with the clasp. I knew this was an important learning experience so I took a deep breath and tried again.
“Calmly,” mom said. “It’s not that difficult. There’s nothing to worry about. We have all the time in the world.”
I did get the latch open after a few tries, and mom slid the straps off her shoulders. I felt shy and awkward now that mom was naked. Mom always kept her hair short and her angular jaw gave her a face which was hardly delicate or the most feminine-looking. Without clothes everything was a different matter, as my eyes nervously registered. Like I said, I had never paid attention to my mother’s breasts, but now that they were naked they hung heavy and low. Her areolas and nipples were big and her hips wide, and when my gaze drifted lower it was the prominent dark bush between her legs made me especially jittery. My eyes quickly bounced back up and I blushed when I noticed I had an erection. I felt all tingly from both shyness and excitement.
“The first time is different for everybody. Don’t worry about it,” mom said, touching my cheek.
I had always been shy. I couldn’t believe I was going to experience my first real romantic night, and that it was going to happen with mom. I can tell you it was a very special moment for a young man to have his own mother waiting on his bed naked and with her legs wide open, although I’d be lying if I wouldn’t admit it was making me quite awkward and nervous.
Mom was patient with my fumbling between her wide open legs. She helped me and looked me in the eyes as I slipped in. I breathed rapidly, surprised by the warmth when the vagina naturally opened to accommodate me. My mother’s hand stayed on my hip so she could offer important parental guidance and induce thrusts with sensitive caresses of her fingers.
I still hadn’t been completely sure this was a good idea, to be honest, but I was starting to feel warmer and more relaxed. It had taken a long time and encouraging pep talks from mom to get to this situation, but I was starting to feel she had been right. Parents usually know what they’re talking about even if you don’t quite realize it when you’re young.
“Easy, easy...” mom whispered when my nerves were starting to get the better of me. She was an attentive teacher, so I was able to achieve deep penetration under her guidance. The angel necklace given to her by my sister rested between my mother’s naked breasts as they bounced and jiggled in circular motions and I felt myself surrounded by warm shivers every time I thrust deep. Mom looked very pretty with her lashes fluttering, lips slightly parted as her sighs turned into whimpers and a deep blush rising onto her cheeks.
I was sighing and shifting my hips. I was constantly getting close to shooting, but I wasn’t quite there yet even if it was easier to feel comfortable with mom than it would have been with someone else.
“Nice and steady, keep going. Try to thrust deeper. You can do it, Jimmy!” I felt my mother’s hand at the small of my back as she was teaching me. She had started to feel warmer when the blush had risen to her cheeks. Her legs were spread as wide open as possible and the motion of her naked breasts was entrancing. They were swaying around, nipples standing big and tall in the midst of large areolas. Their heavy and soft weight bounced up, jiggled adorably and then the motion was reversed, again and again, with the rhythm of my thrusts. She was making little sounds: “Ah! Ah! Ah!” and her hands were gently touching my hips every time my thrusts brought me close to the entrance to the womb, which was warm, shivering, ready and open for me.
Unfortunately I learned my first lesson about things not always going as planned when I slipped out at the last moment. “H-h...!” I exclaimed in surprise when a big spurt hit mom right in the face and made her twitch. Thick white goo shot across her breasts, hardened nipples, face and dark hair, turning her mouth into a thin line.
“M-m!” mom complained and her head flinched backwards against the pillow before I luckily managed to find the opening in the bristly bush and rammed hard into the warmth when the next spurt was fired, squirting it successfully deep into her. Then I groaned, and another warm squirt shot into mom as my hips thrust instinctively. Then another, and another.
She was warm and pretty and motherly and I just wanted to be close and give it all to her. “Mom - nh - ah- nh - nh - a - Aa-aaa!” I shouted out loud and pink hearts fluttered in my eyes when all my warmth, love and affection audibly squirted into mom, who also had a very emotional orgasm, the kind which a woman can only have when her own son shoots into her.
I slammed against my mother so hard her breasts bounced when the final spurts came. I shot it all in, as deep as possible, my balls throbbing and pulsating as they fired. Every little sperm cell was looking for that motherly goal, and as we now know, they successfully found it that night.
When I finally felt myself softening, I sighed and pulled out.
“See, it went perfectly well,” mom said supportively, although she still had my goo all over her face and hair. Some had even been shot on the Taylor Swift poster behind the bed. Try not to judge me, my sister had given that to me when she had turned eighteen last month and decided she was now too old for that stuff. She had just thought I might appreciate it more even if I’d never cared for the music. I guess I’d have to discreetly get rid of it now, though.
I was feeling warm and I was still breathing heavily. I smiled nervously, and mom smiled back at me when I apologized for the state of her face and hair: “Um, yeah, sorry about that...”
“These things happen,” mom said understandingly. She was so pretty with the warm blush on her cheeks and the slimy jizz in her hair. “See, it’s not difficult at all.”
“Not with you, mom,” I said, and we proceeded to hold hands for a long time.
*
So now you know what happened nine months ago. Right now mom was still kissing my balls after our lengthy evening session when unfortunately the door opened and my sister stepped in.
“Jimmy, have you seen...?” she said until her eyes widened when she fully registered the scene which was taking place in front of her.
Whoops, it seems the house had not been as empty as we had thought. Jenny must have been napping or something. On the positive side, the ruined poster was the least of my worries right now.
Luckily mom was in control of the situation as usual. She quickly got up and put her daughter’s hands against her bulging, naked belly. Jenny had kissed and hugged it before, being excited about the arrival of the new baby.
I briefly wondered what she thought about the baby being mine, but judging by the vigor by which she was shoving her tongue into my mouth when mom told her about it, I must say she seemed to be quite okay with it.
I kissed Jenny back while we were undressing her, and mom went low to kiss something else that was even nicer and warmer. I moved back when I saw how Jenny and mom were looking each other in the eyes and how they were moving towards the bed.
Mom lay back on it and Jenny was hugging her big baby belly and kissing it all over until she was on the underside and her kisses started tracing their way downwards. I expected her to stop when she came closer to her mother’s dark bush, but she didn’t, she just snuggled her nose into it and continued with the kisses. When my mother’s thighs opened wide and my little sister’s tongue started slipping in, I knew I didn’t want to distract this special moment in any way.
Her mother’s huge veiny belly, cellulite-marked thighs and the dark bush where the girl’s nose was resting formed a contrast with Jenny’s nice ass, pointy teenage tits and her cute ponytail which was bouncing adorably as she moved head rhythmically. I could hear the slippery sounds of her tongue going in and out of her mother’s warm and hairy vagina and saw occasional warm twitches and shudders going through the mom’s thighs.
“Don’t stop now, honey, please...” mom sighed when Jenny raised her head momentarily. To be fair she had been going for quite a while at that point.
“Sorry, mom, getting tired. Just a little pause.” Jenny soon started kissing her mother’s belly, thighs, bush and clitoris before her tongue started penetrating the loose and slippery vagina again. It still took its time until the orgasm came, but I didn’t mind watching this for a while longer.
Finally mom’s thighs shuddered hard and she whimpered: “A-aah-aah!”. Jenny’s head started bouncing faster in a quick and steady rhythm when she could feel her mother’s vaginal shudders on her tongue. I could see how the orgasm waves caused our mother’s hips move in motions which would soon be repeated during the birth. Jenny managed to make it last and gave a few more nice kisses after the orgasm had finished.
“It’s warm and nice,” my sister said and looked at me with big innocent blinking eyes, leaning her head against her mother’s thigh. Aww, young girls fell in love so easily.
“Come on, I know how bad you want your own baby,” I said, taking my sister’s hand as I saw her eyes spark with enthusiasm. “So let’s make you one.”
After some discussion we settled on a position where Jenny could be hugging her mother’s baby belly which she loved so much while mom could help by licking my balls because her face was right under them when I would be shooting into Jenny.
She was much tighter than mom so I eased the erection in little by little, thrust by thrust. Mom was constantly giving advice, which was good, since a certain confidence and strength was needed for this.
Cuddling against her mother’s big belly gave Jenny comfort and from the sounds she was making I knew how much she wanted this. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so as soon as I had penetrated all the way in, I started fucking her hard and mom did what she could to help us with her tongue.
Like I had learned, I slowed down every time I started getting close to the finish. I wanted to make this last as long as possible even if Jenny’s constant shivering orgasms were making it very difficult. My mother’s attentive kisses were easing the ache in my balls, and it was her warm kiss at just the right time which finally released the womb-stretching ejaculation which made both me and Jenny shout out loud.
When I sensed there was no more room inside Jenny for squirmy little specimens I finally pulled out and squirted the last long spurts on my mother’s tongue and watched the slime dribble down into her mouth. She swallowed and kissed Jenny’s cute pussy give her parental blessing of good luck to the spermatozoa on their trip. After that we just cuddled and slept together all night long.
I did indeed become a two-time father, and years later when the younger one was of age her eyes widened just like Jenny’s when daddy squirted into her mouth for the first time. The older and more experienced girl, my mother’s daughter, helped by rapidly fluttering her tongue against my balls.
“Such is the cycle of life,” I sighed as I closed my eyes and kindly let the youngling suckle and swallow my balls dry while I caressed her silky hair.