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# All I want for Christmas is My Mom’s Sweet Love
This is the third and final chapter of my Christmas Ass series. It
will stand alone…but I’d read ” All I Want for Christmaspart 1
I still can’t believe what happened to me. December 25th 1999 is a day
I will never forget. That is the day my mother raped me for the first
time. (Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and
sick and nasty. There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her
behaviour. It wasn’t just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the
utterly despicable way she went about it. I guess I’m getting ahead of
myself a little. To understand you have to go back a year to the events
just before Christmas 1998.
Let me index at the beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and I
struggled to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we leaned on each
other for support, because we had nobody else. My mom is really young
she had me when she was still in high school. In some ways she was more
like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom. We laughed and
played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours. Sometimes she
would just hang out in my room and read or watch TV. I guess on some
level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time. I just
did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures. I found a crate in our attic
with around 20 old Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I
realized the centerfold was my mom!
The date on the mag was about a year after I was born. She was the same
age then, that I am now. As I looked at this beautiful, big titted,
blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard. Page after page of my
mom’s mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me
want to fuck her. But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable
ass that sealed her fate. I. Had. To. Have it. I fantasized about
licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just
sniffing it, sleeping , warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed
against it. I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and
scream my name. But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom’s sweet ass
hard. To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip
A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and
beg–just a little. For a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved
her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her. I guess I kind of
lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up
her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy. At the time I thought
that was the greatest night of my life. I convinced her to let me take
her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk. We
even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other. But
when we got home, she refused to have sex with me. I had to persuade
her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just
rape her anyway.
Finally we made a deal. Consent anal sex, for a guarantee that I would
leave her cunt alone. Clearly she did not like it, but she did
(reluctantly) agree. Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up.
Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy. She grunted and squealed
so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love
with my mom. That was our first time together, and I thought the
beginning of a special, tender love. In the months that followed my
mother withdrew from me. She claimed that I had raped her! That our
love was not consent. I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and
did everything I could to repair our relationship. As 1999 rolled along
I thought that I had.
Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and
visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to. I had written
about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas
I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on my mind a lot
this year. Jaz has written several stories about it. I was thinking
about my mom the whole time.
Stories like ” Rape Confessional, Rape Betrayal #7, Sister Betrayed,
and How Much Do You Love Your Wife” were all inspired by the events in
my real life, with mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So
mad that she decided to rape me. Let’s review, ok I pressured her into
having consent sex. She then lies to me, reads my personal e-mail,
seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in women’s underwear takes pictures of
me, blackmails me, humiliates me–oh yeah and rapes my ass with a giant
double headed dildo! It’s not fair, she is sick! I mean shit, what kind
of mother would do that to her only child? I made mistakes, sure. In
the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I did came from
love. My mother just wanted to hurt me, she just wanted revenge for my
accidental rape of her the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not
index well for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening to
mail my friends our special Christmas photos of me in her bra, panties
being raped up my hairy ass.
” John honey do you mind licking mommy’s pussy for her? You are such a
precious little buttercup angel. Do a good job sweetie or your pics
will be sent to the entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick
it all up Johnny, your dad would be so proud of you. Mamma’s little
rapist is growing up so fast!” she laughed as she humpd my face and
nearly cut off my air supply as she came. It was a nightmare.
Let’s be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is rape. I did not
give her consent to do this to me. I fucking hated it. I was not
allowed to fuck her pussy, play with her tits, and certainly her ass
was way the fuck off limits. She would wag it in front of me, rub it
against me–to make sure I knew what I would never have again. She
thought it was funny to watch me get hard, and the demand that I NOT
cum. If I did…pictures would get mailed. It went on for months. My
mom forgot one thing. = was applying to colleges. I would be leaving
this town next summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me
would be at an end. I slowly came to realize that she had no real power
over me anyway. I mean let’s get real. She was an adult who had raped
her son, repeatedly. If I wanted to, she would be going to jail. This
summer, I began to tape our conversations, our sexual time together.
” Mom please, don’t make me do this anymore, Don’t make me lick your
pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won’t you
please stop hurting your son, please mom,” I declared in between
licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her
comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course
unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though,
whenhe she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding,
” Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky , stinky, wet little cunt. You
are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good for.
Suck, suck, suck your mommy. I think I’ll strap on my dildo and rape
your sweet little ass when we are done. I want to see you bleed a
little. How does that sound you sick slut,” she said, as I recorded the
On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn State. I had been
accepted on a partial academic scholarship. There is one thing about
being an only child in a family where people die young. You get a lot
of insurance money left to you. Cars, houses, and even a boat were sold
when grandpa, dad, and finally grandma died. Stock, bank accounts, etc
were all left to me and mom. The money was held in trust until I turned
rich…I’d be very, very, comfortable. Between my allowance, and part
time job a PSU scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom had
nothing on me, the power had shifted. I could send her to jail by
playing my tape anytime I wanted. I planned to rub it in her face, to
taunt her. I ran downstairs to show her my acceptance letter. She read
it carefully and got an odd look on her face. I could swear that her
eyes teared up and she let out this breathy, pathetic little gasp.
” John…are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me, moving
thousands of miles away from our home? Have you thought about how alone
you will be? We have had our ups and downs especially in the last two
years–but do you really want to be completely alone?” she said as she
turned and quickly went to her room and locked the door. I don’t know
how to explain how I felt just then. I was so ready to hurt her, but
when I realized that I had, I got no pleasure from it. I had been in
love with Susan for so long that even after all she had done to me this
year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her pain, still felt
Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I had plenty of
time to run the scene over and over in my mind. The next morning there
was a knock at my door that woke me up.
” Can I come in?” a quiet voice said from the hall.
” Um sure, ok mom.”
Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been so long since
we had done that. It used to be our special ritual. Some mornings I’d
serve her, others she’d feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next
to each other, bonding, just catching up. It had been more than a year
since we had done this. Last time I had kind of lost control and
fondled her breasts a little. I held her in my lap, cupped her perfect
breasts and sprayed my cum against her sweet nightie, covered ass. She
did not say a word to stop me, but that was BEFORE she found out that I
am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was long before she indexed
She set the two plates down on my night stand and got into bed next to
me. She was wearing a black satin nightie. Usually she would have a
robe on over it, but not this morning. We talked for a while and
watched TV as we ate. It felt good to have her warm body next to mine.
Familiar memories flooded me, and I wanted to reach out to her, to hold
her close to me. When we finished eating, she got really quiet and then
asked me to turn off the TV.
” John, this was really nice. sharing time with you again. I guess I
have to savour these moments, if you are moving out, and leaving me all
alone. I always knew you would move out some day…but not 2,500 miles
away! We’ll never see each other,” she said as she began to cry softly.
This was insane. I thought my mom hated me, despised me. She was acting
like the woman I loved again instead of the evil, bitch I had been
living with since Christmas. This was MY Susan, my sexy, tender, lover.
I was very confused. Before I could formulate a response she spoke
” John, I’m a little emotional right now. Would it be ok if I snuggled
up against you for a little while. I think I need to be held.”
” Um ok, sure mom.”
She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until it got good
and hard. When she felt it poking her hard she gave a contented sigh, I
had my arms around her waist at first but slowly they crept up to her
tits and cupped them and squeezed them lightly. My fingers played with
her nipples, lazily tracing circles until she fell asleep. My cock was
throbbing, pulsing hard as it nestled against my mom’s silk covered
ass. I could not help squeezing her juicy bottom a little. I pulled my
dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom. I wedged the
material deep in her perfect little crack. Then slowly, as she slept, I
slipped my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she
did not say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull
the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her breasts better. When my
hands were full I began humping my Susan’s ass hard. I could feel her
clamping down on my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very
deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock, combined with the
fiction and warmth of her unbelievable ass, was forcing me to a major
explosion. I tried to hold it off but it had been two years since I had
felt my dick in her ass, in anyone’s ass and I slowly lost it. I shot
blast after sticky wet, spunk blast up her ass, on her night gown. I
left my cock inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped
protectively around her tits as I closed my eyes. I must have drifted
off for awhile cuz I awoke to the sounds of my mom mumbling in her
sleep. I was about to wake her up when I caught the words she was
And my life changed forever. Again.
” No, I can’t fuck him, he’s my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can
only love you. Oh god, he’s leaving me too. I’ll be all alone now. He
hates me, he hates me…and I love him. I need him, he can’t leave
me…” her voice trailed off into a mumble.
But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had
happened–she loves me. And I love her. I pulled my dick out of her ass
and wiped the sperm load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits
and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her, to
brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling on the back
of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey. Just a
private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In
fact chances were, she would not know either. (When was the last time
you saw the back of YOUR neck?) I then kissed her softly and spooned
her tight against me, and went back to sleep.
Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my mom had improved
dramatically. She had not forced me to lick her or raped my ass since
our breakfast together. We spent quality time together again. Twice I
came home from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing one of
my football jerseys (and as far as I can tell nothing else). My mom was
making a conscious effort to be my best friend again, and believe me I
appreciated it. If I had to I could settle for that. But I was
expecting her to admit her love for me, to finally surrender to me as a
lover. She would not, perhaps could not do it. Friendship, and familial
love are important, nice even… but the thing is she is more than just
a friend, or a mom to me. I have (according to her) raped her,fucked
her ass, cum in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her juices,
fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I don’t know how to
explain it, other than to say we should both hate each other. We should
be terrified to be in the same room together. Somehow though we are
still in love. I know if it was any other woman I would hate her, I
would be afraid of her. But it is my mom, we are family. Deep down, I
know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for
forgiveness between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do
that would make YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death
row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests,
teachers, ex friends and lovers despise them–but one person is there,
visiting when she can. One person will beg the jury not to kill him, to
sentence him to life instead:MOM. I came to realize that I really had
raped my mother 2 years ago (although I did not think so at the time).
That must have reality hurt her feelings. She had tried to forgive me
but when she learned that I was Jaz, that I had written about her
humiliation, well I guess she just snapped. When she raped me last year
it was part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She taught me
that as big and strong as I am, I could still be drugged, butt-fucked,
humiliated and blackmailed. My tears and pleas for help could be
ignored too. I could be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird
way it made me a better person, a better man. I know that my actions do
have consequences. I have seen both sides of the coin:Rapist and Rape
victim. The lesson was learned, our slate was clean.
The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there.
The thing is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her
how I felt, to show her that I wanted her. My mother had a mental
block. She simply could not accept that she was in love with me, that
she wanted me. I would need to shock some sense into her, to force her
to accept the truth. It seems I would have no choice but to rape her
one last time to get her attention, to earn the right to love her.
Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do her on
Christmas day. I also would continue the practice of sending the story
to Mr. Double and White Shadow (Duh Jaz, they are reading it right
now). It seemed only right, since you had all been there at the
beginning, to let you know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to
know exactly why I had raped her again. It was not out of greedy lust
like thee first time. It was not because of revenge, like when she
raped me. No I was raping her sweet pussy because I loved her, and
needed her to love me too.
We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I dared her to come
outside and have a snowball fight with me. My mom has a hard time not
accepting a dare. Soon we were flinging white balls of icy destruction
at each other, laughing and having a blast. Then she crossed the line
and shoved a ball down my shirt. Her eyes got big and she tried to run
away. She did not get far.
I tackled her on our front lawn.
” John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you look so
cute,” she giggled madly in anticipation of my reprisal. = = straddled
her waist and opened her coat, then I pulled her sweater up to her neck
exposing her fat, beautiful tits.
” Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this instant. People
can see us,” she hissed in despair. I grabbed two handfuls of snow and
packed it around each of her breasts.
” You are going to stay right here until it melts. Naughty little girls
like you have to be punished,” I said as I stretched her arms above her
head. I then began tickling her mercilessly. Susan was laughing,
crying, struggling desperately to throw me off. She kept thrusting her
hips into me and of course I got hard. It was not long before it became
clear that she was fucking herself off. Our crotches were grinding into
” Here, let me get some of this snow off you, I don’t want you to get
frostbite,” I said as I squeeze and flicked her breasts and nipples
while slowly removing the snow, and mashing my hard cock into her.
I felt Susan buck hard against me and let out a low groan. Her face
blushed and I knew she had cum, about 3 seconds later, I joined her.
I helped mom up and pulled her sweater down. I then gave her a tight
hug and said, ” I love you Susan.”
She did not say a word but smiled briefly and went back inside. We
decided to eat out, it just doesn’t make sense to cook a huge meal for
two people. Mom let me pick the restaurant. She should have known
She came downstairs wearing shimmering black evening dress., and high
heeled shoes that made her 6″ tall. How can any woman look so
breathtaking beautiful. I must have had a pretty dorky look on my face
cuz she gave this dainty little giggle and said, ” Do you like it?” I
reached down lifted her under her arms and raised her to my face.
” I love you mom, you are incredibly sexy, and any man would be
honoured to be your date. I’m glad you chose me,” I said and then
kissed her softly on each cheek before licking her lips once and
setting her back down.
I was a little disappointed she was not wearing the necklace I had
given her. I guess the inscription still made her a little
uncomfortable. I escorted Susan to the car and we went to the Paladin
The Paladin Club is the most exclusive nightclub in town. It has a
killer Jazz band, and 5 star French/Italian cuisine. My mom and I have
been there twice before. The first time was the Christmas Eve that I
raped her. The second time was a few months later on Valentines day.
There is no way she could miss the symbolism. To me the Paladin Club is
a place where my mom has always been forced to deal with me as an
adult, as a man, as something other than her son. It is special, it is
” Oh John, no. Why did you bring us here, TONIGHT, of all nights! I
can’t eat with you here.”
” Mom calm down, it is a classy restaurant, that we both enjoy. I just
want to have a pleasant meal with you, maybe dance a little, is that so
wrong? We’ve been through a lot in the past two years but this place
still has good memories for me. If you can’t handle it, if it is too
much for you…”
” No, I guess I am just being silly. Let’s go inside and have fun. Lord
knows when or IF we will ever do this again. ”
It was perfect. Mom and I both decided not to drink. I wanted her sober
tonight, no excuses, from either one of us. I had chicken alfredo in a
mushroom cream sauce. Susan had roasted garlic shrimp with a petit N.Y.
strip steak. I asked her to dance before and after our meal. It was so
romantic. We fit snugly against each other. No groping or grabbing,
just a tender, lover’s embrace. I enjoyed having her breasts press into
me, having her head rest on my shoulder. Susan was snug and secure in
my arms where she belonged. This was my woman, and I was taking her
home to fuck her, to make love to her.
We were both quiet all the way home, enjoying each others company and
our private thoughts, and fantasies. I would finally fuck my mother’s
warm, wet pussy. My father had died 4 years ago, and while I had made
love to her ass, cum in her mouth, fondled her tits and licked her
slit–no man had been allowed to fuck her sweet Pussy. My father was
her first, last, and only cuntmaster.
That changed tonight.
” John, thank you. I had a wonderful time. I was afraid we would never
be able to trust each other like this again, after all that has
happened. I’m tired. Do you mind if we open our presents in the
” No mom, I’ll see you in the morning, goodnight.”
At 12:01 Christmas morning I knocked on my mother’s door, wearing only
a pair of boxers.
” Come in.”
” Mom, I can’t sleep would you mind if I get in bed with you?
She was wearing a baby doll semi-see through nightie, and was
embarrassed to let me in bed with her. However she remembered how I had
let her sleep with me when she needed to.
” Sure John, it’s a big bed, she said in an uncertain tone.
” Mom, would you mind if I snuggle a little with you. I just feel kind
of sad tonight, I need you close to me.” I said without waiting for an
answer I pulled her tight against me.
I kept grinding my crotch into her ass trying to get comfortable. My
hands crept up to her breasts and began playing with them, lazily at
” John…JOHN what are you doing? Stop that and go to sleep. ” But I
could not stop. I pulled her nightie up and wet my finger. I then stuck
it into her slightly moist pussy.
” John listen to me, stop right now. This has to stop. You are my son,
and we can’t do this. Please John don’t do this to me.” I did stop then
and sat up next to her. I pulled her into my lap and cupped her breasts
in my hands while licking her ear.
” Susan honey, we need to talk, we need to finish this. I told you a
long time ago that I love you, that I need you. I want to possess you
utterly. I want you to give me your body, to make love to me. I have a
tape mom. A tape of you raping me. I could blackmail you, send you to
jail. But that does not get me what I want. I don’t just want you on
Christmas, I don’t want stolen kisses, or the occasional snuggle. I
want you to want me. To be hot and wild and passionate, and completely
in love with me. I want to have the right to grab you and fuck you
anytime I want, just like dad did. I want to wake up to find you
sucking on my cock just because you feel like it. Mom can you honestly
say you don’t want that too? Can you honestly say that you can bear to
have me walk out of your life forever? Because that is what I would
have to do. You are the woman I love, the only woman I have ever made
love to. If I can’t have you, I will have to go. If I am near you, I
have to fuck you. It is as simple as that,” I said as I wrote my name
on her breasts with my finger.
She was crying now, and I could smell her juices beginning to boil and
drip out her pussy. She laid back against my chest and I wrapped her in
” I don’t want to lose you, I, know that you are more than just a son
to me. I am so scared though. Wanting you this way is wrong. I am your
mother. I should not let you play with my tits, I should not want you
to lick my pussy, or need you to fuck my ass but for some sick reason I
do. I know I can’t allow you to fuck me, I can’t let you put that big
slab of cock-meat inside me. If I do that, there is no turning back,
you will own me. I will become addicted to your dick. Oh god, what am I
going to do. I love you John, but it is still wrong!”
We laid that way for a long time, just holding on to each other. My
hard on was peeking up between her thighs. Finally I came up with a
solution. ” Mom I understand that our relationship is not normal, but
it is not WRONG either. Making love to you could never be wrong. I love
you and I want to show you how much. Susan, it’s Christmas. Let me have
you this one time. Make love to me, be greedy, teach me how to please
you. Make me fuck you right. We owe it to ourselves to try it at least
once. You are All I want for Christmas, all I have ever wanted.” Susan
was quiet for a few seconds and then she slowly nodded her head. Her
hands were trembling as she smiled up at me and said yes. I was so
happy, that I crushed her against me and said over and over, ” I love
you baby, I am going to be so good to you, I love you mom,” while
kissing and hugging her.
Our kisses slowly began to deepen, she was on top of me straddling my
waist. Her breasts were brushing against my chest and my cock was
laying against her ass. I was licking her lips , sucking on them when
her pretty, pink little tongue flicked out to meet mine. I sucked her
into my mouth and we both let out a little sigh of happiness. Susan
began crawling down my stomach, stopping briefly to lick my belly
button clean. Then she began playing with my cock, rubbing it against
her face, eyes, noes, sniffing and then licking and sucking it into her
mouth. It was amazing to watch. My mother was overcome by a wave of
pure dick-lust as she began to swallow my cock. I don’t know how big my
dad’s cock was, but he must have been my size or bigger, cuz my mom
swallowed my fat 8 inches like an old pro. She kept looking me right in
the eye, with this wicked little grin on her face, daring me to fuck
her properly. I did. I began to ram it down her throat, we established
a good rhythm. She breathed through her nose and every 20 seconds or so
I would pull out and let her lick and massage my knob (and breathe),
before plunging back in.
” Cum on my face baby, cum all over your mother’s face, ” She said
between slurps, and squeezes and soft, slow, sucks.
I could not help it, she was sucking the sperm right out of me. I
grabbed Susan’s head and pulled it tight against my crotch. I held her
in place as I power fucked her throat. Precum was bubbling out of me
and I could hear it gurgling in her mouth. My balls were twitching and
jerking hard now and I felt the sperm swimming their way to the head of
” You want my sperm mom, you want some stinky-sticky? Take it you
beautiful little slut, take your son’s cum!” I bellowed as I shot the
first load down her throat. I remembered that she wanted some on her
face too; so I pulled out and pressed my spurting cock against her
nostril and shot it up her nose. I had one or two dribbles left so I
placed my cock on each of her eyelids and let her rip. Mom was a little
surprised…but she did not complain. I don’t know if I can explain how
sexy my mom looked. My cum was in her belly, a little drop was hanging
from the corner of her mouth. Her nose was dripping my cum, and her
eyes were custing over with it.
(Guys try it with your girlfriend tonight, it is fucking amazing!)
I wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I could not. My mom was
obviously very horny and it would not have been polite to leave her
hanging. We switched positions and I settled in for a long, slow lick.
I may not have a lot of experience in some aspects of sex. Technically
I am still a virgin, I guess, since mom has never let me fuck her
pussy. But I do know how to suck her good. For several months she
forced me to pleasure her pussy under threat of anal rape and
blackmail. Trust me it is an excellent motivation tool! I have licked
my mom to dozens of multiple orgasms.
I indexed slow, spending time at each of her breasts. I love the way
they feel in my hands, so warm and full. Her skin tastes so fucking
sweet. I licked and nibbled on her nipple-meat for a long time. Her
cute little whimpers and squirming made me chuckle. I moved down to her
belly button and decided to teach her a lesson for doing this to me
earlier. My mother is very ticklish. If you go too fast, too soon. It
is just annoying. If you go too slow it has no affect. But if you can
time it right, make adjustments as you go…the belly button can be an
extremely sensitive, sensual zone. I enjoy licking around the outside,
slowly dipping into the hole. The feel of her flat little belly
clenching up, tensing up as I explored her. I could smell her juicing
up, her pussy scent was filling the bed. Suddenly she began to shake a
little, and her hands grabbed my arms, as she grunted loudly, and she
came. That had never happened before. It wasn’t the largest, or longest
orgasm I had ever given her but it caught us both by sunrise. I wanted
to see if I could trigger multiple, non vaginal orgasms.
” Mom roll over, I want to play with your ass for awhile, ” I ordered
her in a deceptively calm voice.
” John be careful. You have to go slowly back there, or you will hurt
me,” she said as she slowly obeyed me.
It had been so long since I had been allowed to worship her ass
properly. I pulled her meaty cheeks apart and held them open, just
staring. I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight. I needed a taste
so bad. I indexed licking up and down the length of her ass. when it
was good and wet I blew a cold bast of air in her juicy little buns.
She squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning (hmm come to think
of it…). I was really munching on her butt now, nibbling and sucking
on the inside of each cheek. Finally I could stand it no longer and my
tongue circled the rim of her anus. I spread her as wide as I could and
sunk my tongue inside of her ass hole. I was tickling her insides,
filling them with drool and sweat. It was time.
” Are you ready baby, can I put it inside of you now?”
Mom sighed, and said, ” You are so much like your father. He always
loved my ass. Go ahead John, enjoy yourself.”
Mom stuck that sweet ass high in the air, and reached back to hold it
open for me. That was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my cock
against my favourite hole.
” Oh god, John you have got a lot bigger since last time. Slow down, or
you’ll rip me apart. That’s it, ease it in. Oh god you are filling me
up, my little ass is full of your dick, your prick, your coCK. FuCK,
FuCK, FuCK me John. Do it, do it now!” she shrieked as I began to pick
up the pace.
Soon I was fucking her in earnest, slamming her asshole, pulling her
hips hard against me, as I rammed into my mom. I did not want to hurt
her but she was so tight, so deliciously tight. It had been a long time
for her. Two years since I had last done it and well over 4 years since
she had received regular fucking from my dad. She was ripe, and sweet
and ready. I reached around her front and dipped a finger in her juicy,
wet slit before finding her clit stub. As soon as I touched it she went
off, rocking herself back, brutally impaling her ass on my beefy cock.
” That’s it, that’s fucking it! Right there, fuck my ass you little
mommy fucker, FUCK IT!” she roared, as she shook that incredible ass of
hers wildly, and came with abandon, dripping and oozing thick fuck
fluid on my thighs. I cupped her cunt and caught as much of it as I
could, rubbing her cunt, and clit, coaxing her to another orgasm. I
took my handful of mommy juice and smeared it on my face, licking every
drop of her essence. By now I was rock hard and ready to cum
myself–but I was afraid to. Generally I can cum 3 times in a day. I
had cum once outside in the snow, when I played with her tits on our
front lawn. The second time was when she sucked my cock a few minutes
ago. If I let loose now, I might not have enough mojo left to fuck her
tender little pussy. I know guys in these kind of stories can usually
fuck 3, 4, 5 times in rapid succession, but sorry, I can’t. This is not
fantasy, it’s reality. It would be really embarrassing if mom offers
that fresh, practically virgin pussy to me, and I have to pass! So I
concentrated on pleasing her, on bringing her back to full arousal;
while I calmed down. I rolled us over so she was on top, and began
tenderly kissing my sweet Susan. My hands massaged her back and ass, as
my dick bounced around with a life of it’s own just outside her vagina.
If you have never had a naked penthouse centerfold in your arms you
don’t know what you have been missing.
It was time.
” Mom, can I fuck you now, can your son fuck you sweet pussy please. Oh
god I need you so bad. Give it to me, give me everything, be my woman
forever. I love you mom, and I want it all, I said as I traced her
pussy lips with my index finger.
” Ok, ok, I think we have to, I need it to. Go ahead and fuck me, pound
it into me…only John you have to pull out. Don’t cum inside of me,
I’ll suck your load, or you can cum on my tits. Neither one of us wants
me to get pregnant, right? So remember you have to pull out.”
I could have let that go, she was giving me almost everything I wanted.
I finally had permission to suck her tits, cum in her ass, and fuck her
pussy. What more could any son want? Here is the thing though. A man in
an intimate, loving relationship is allowed to cum in his woman’s cunt.
For my mother to say that I could not was an indication that she still
was holding something back from me.
That was unacceptable.
” Mom, I AM going to cum inside of you. I MAY even make you pregnant.
That’s just a risk we will have to take. I promise that I will be there
for you, and we will decide together what to do if it happens. I love
you Susan, and you belong to me. I WILL fuck you and I will CUM deep
inside your sweet pussy. Now give me a kiss and then stuff my cock in
your cunt, and get ready to be fucked. ”
Susan did not move for a long time. She seemed to be stunned by the
idea of complete and total consent sex with her son. This would be the
end of her marriage vows. My dad’s death had not broken her commitment
to him, only my cock entering her willing pussy could do that. Slowly
she laid on her back and spread her legs wide for me. She guided my
cock to the entrance of her vagina eased me into her sopping wet, hole.
The first time I thrust forward, I got half my cock inside. She let out
a little gasp of pain, so I stopped and let her get used to it.
Suddenly she took a deep breath, thrust her pelvis up and the rest of
my cock slid home. I did not move at first. It was so warm at my
mother’s centre, I felt like she was burning up with fever. Sweat was
glistening on her skin, I reached down and grabbed one of her jutting
breasts and began to weigh it, cup it, roll it in my hands. I indexed
kissing her wildly as I began to establish a slow rhythm inside of her.
In, out pause, thrust, slam. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat… It was pure,
plain old missionary fucking and it was damn good. I felt my cum begin
to travel, to burn it’s way up my shaft. I did not even try to stop it.
” I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your cunt Susan, I fucking your sweet
Pussy. I own it, and I will fuck you forever. Do, ugh, you mmm, like
this cock,? Argggh! Making a baby with my baby, making a baby in my
mommy! Take it, take it all!” I screamed as I flooded Susan’s pussy
with my hot, sticky sperm.
I was about half way through when I felt her clamping down on me,
panting and groaning in despair, in exhilaration, in sheer and utter
exultation. Finally we were both sweaty and wet, and spent. Susan
rested for a few minutes, and then was going to the bathroom to clean
up a little, but I would not let her. I wrapped my arms around her and
pressed my dick tight against her bottom.
” Time enough for clean up later. I love you, and I want you to baste
in our juices. Besides what’s the point in cleaning up when I am going
to fuck you dirty again as soon as I rest up a little” , I laughed as I
hugged my mother tight, held her close and declared my love to her.
She was quiet for a time and then she kissed me deeply, and said, ” I
love you too John. I belong to you now. I admit it, I have to. I am
still your mother, I will always be your friend, but I am your lover
now. One day I know you will want someone else, someone younger, shh,
listen to me. It will happen one day, and that is ok, but for now we
have each other. Until that day I am your wife, and I will never take
this off,” she said as she reached into her night stand and pulled out
the gold and emerald necklace I had given her 2 years ago, and fastened
it around her neck.
The inscription said: ” Susan I love you. You are mine forever, body
and soul, John.
Well that is our story. It is 9:30 pm Christmas Night and I am getting
ready to do a final proof before posting it to Shadow and Mr. D. I’ll
probably copy Soren and Kristen’s sites as well as well. Obviously our
story is not really over. I don’t know how it will turn out. I just
know I love a woman who happens to be my mother. We have caused each
other a lot of pain in the past. I am looking forward to giving her
some pleasure for a change. She deserves it.
And so do I.
AUTHOR” S NOTE
So an experiment comes to an end. I first came up with the ” All I
Want…” Series in 1998. The idea was to take a fantastic premise, and
appear to accidentally drop enough clues to make the Reader wonder if
it might be true. For example in chapter 2 mom discovers her son is JAZ
the rape writer(um, Me). At the time webtv was kind of new, so when
people saw my e-mail address it sort of freaked a few people out.
Another fun idea was the Penthouse angle. There are an awful lot of
adult centerfolds models out there. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler,
Player, plus about a million Online pic sites, and XXX videos. Most of
these girls are in their late teens, early twenties. What happens
though in say 15 years. They are still realatively young, still
gorgeous…but now they have husbands, and are moms, old enough to have
very horny teen aged sons.. I would think this is not the kind of pics
you would share with your hormonally challenged teenaged boy. But what
if he found out? What if he saw his mom spread and naked, young and
sexy? It seems to me this scenario has probably played out several
times, somewhere in America. I’m sure some families did just fine.
And then there are those who did not.
The All I Want…Series is different because I forced myself to write a
new chapter only once a year. Not only were there established
characters who could grow, who were impacted by time–but the Author
has changed as well. The Jaz of 1998 is not the same Author he is
today. I promise you the idea of a guy, who is supposed to be me,
getting a double headed dildo rammed up his ass–uh that would not have
happened in 1998. It scares the shit out of me to think what I may be
writing about in 2001.
One more time, say it loud and proud: This is just a fucking story! It
is not true, it is BS, I have an imagination, and I used it. No
pictures, cuz this is not real.
There, now I can rest easy.