My dear sweet beautiful mother, she was a hottie! To look at her you would never guess what was running through her mind, she had everyone fooled! The day after I got my first blow job, I was a little numb at first. I had gone through something wonderful and I needed to tell someone so I could get it all worked out in my head. I knew it was real, but it felt like a dream. It was a good thing that she kept me home from school that day or we would have been found out because I don’t know if I could have kept my mouth shut.
My mother was a very smart woman, and she knew her way around. I think she had two reasons why she kept me home that day. First, I think she saw what was running through me and, secondly, she wanted me to fuck her while no one was there so she could show me how much fun we could have if I could handle it. But let me say, I do not now nor did I then look at this thing with my mother as being abused. As far as I am concerned, I was the luckiest motherfucker alive. My mother was beautiful and she was sexy as hell. I still have dreams about her ass and her big tits.
The next morning I was sitting at the table and she had put my breakfast down in front of me and ran her fingers though my hair and asked me, “Are you okay, did you had a restful night?” The way she was looking at me had my cock hard already, because it made me think about what we had done just a few hours ago. Since everyone was at the table eating she said, “I think you that you look a little flushed, maybe you are coming down with a fever.”
As everyone was getting ready to leave, she told them to just go on ahead and that she was going to see if I had a fever and it I didn’t that she would drive me to school herself. Every time she would look at me you could see what she had on her mind, or at least I though you could. I was scared to death that my dad was going to figure this shit out and beat the taste out of my mouth.
When everyone had left she came and sat down and asked me, what had to be the most important question ever, “Tonny, how do you feel about what we did last night? Please, don’t say what you think I want you to say.” I told her that I was fine with it, and that I had a lot of fun! But that I am a little confused about all that had occurred.
She took my head in her hands and looked me right in the eyes and said, “I am your mother and you are my son and I love you above anything else in this world and I would never do anything that would hurt you, and if for any reason you don’t want to do anything with me, then it will stop right there and I will still be your mother and it will all end. This is all up to you I belong to you as your mother and your lover or as just your mother.”
Now that’s a hell of a question to ask a young boy with a hard on and with her tits hanging out of her robe. What was I going to say? No, I don’t want to fuck you or have you sucking my cock. The fog had cleared by now and I let my hard on do my thinking for me. I said, “I want you as my mother and my lover.”