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Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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                                 Mom's Problem
                                By: Phil Phantom
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My mother began acting very strangely three months after the
divorce, as best I could figure, six months after she had slept
with a man, and there was a good chance that was all they did -
sleep - backs to each other. I'm sure she was horny. Okay, I know
she was. My dick could tell. Though fifteen and virgin, I could
also see the evidence and knew what to look for - wet crotch and
hard nipples. That was one of the strange things - that she'd let
me see those things, almost as though saying, "See how horny I
am, Son." That was very strange.

Until the divorce, I never saw Mom walking around in her bra and
panties much less panties alone, and the sexy kind, the kind you
order out of a sex catalog with dildos in it. She ordered a bunch
of both. The dildos made sense but not the panties, not unless
she were going out on dates trying to land another husband. She
wasn't, showed no interest. Her interest seemed to be directed
toward me. If she wasn't trying to turn me on, she turned me on
without trying.

I wasn't one of those kids who aspired to be a mother fucker.
Yeah, the thought often crossed my mind but was never a goal, or
anything remotely attainable. Fucking her was fun to think about,
but not so much because she was my mother, but because she was a
fucking brick-shithouse fox. For fantasy inspiration, I
alternated between Mom and Angie Dickenson, the actress, or Faye
Dunaway, or Jane Fonda. Mom was a composite of all of those.

Like most fifteen-year-old boys, I was a tit freak. I am now an
adult and realize that my mother's finest features were all below
the waist. She had the finest legs and ass God ever put on a
female. Her pussy could serve as the model, what all pussies
should strive to attain - shaved full lips, neatly-trimmed mound
of soft and silky pubic hair, ample vaginal flesh within the
lips, all bright coral-pink, always slick and slippery with a
snug fuck hole that could grip a kid's dick and make him feel
like a man.

At fifteen, I hardly noticed those below-the-waist items. My
focus and attention was all above the waist. Her beautiful face,
her slender neck, her hooterized chest, even her back captivated
me. I never saw anything as lovely as my mother's naked back to
the butt dimples. That, I saw a great deal of as I was more than
welcome to give her back rubs. If her blouse was in the way,
she'd take it off. If the bra was in the way, she'd unfasten it.
Whatever she had on below would get pushed down until ass crack
showed. She would show what most plumbers show and think nothing
of it.

She was always a real slut for a back rub. A wino could enter our
home and get a hot meal for a back rub. A lot of men got to give
her massages and they often managed to get her naked, but Dad
first coined the term while watching me give her one. I was
twelve. She showed four inches of ass crack and had nothing on
above the waist. In fact, all she had on was her bathing suit
bottoms which were folded down. He called her a back rub slut.
She said, "Fuck you."

That was the first time I ever heard her say fuck. She got pretty
loose under a good back massage. Men knew a massage was a good
way to get her naked. Dad learned to put up with that, but he
never learned to like it. I would never try to get her naked. My
massages were tame, confined to the back and upper ass area. Even
for my tame massages, she would purr like a kitten on the verge
of orgasm - more often than not with one hand trapped in her
crotch, making one wonder which rubbing made her squirm and purr.
Rubbing her back was like having sex with her.

I always knew which rubbing brought about an orgasm, though one
had to be tuned into the signs to know when she was having one. I
could not give that woman a back rub and partial butt rub without
getting a hardon, not if she had a hand in her crotch, feeling
mighty loose and carefree. She liked to masturbate while getting
a massage, but there were times she wanted someone to massage her
while she masturbated. Believe me, there's a difference. One will
give a boy a hardon; the other will make him cum in his pants.

She did let a plumber give her a nude massage. He got caught
fucking her in the ass. After that, she and Dad didn't get along
very well. We four kids found out because he told us at the
dinner table. I have three younger sisters. That was awful what
he did, terribly embarrassing for all of us, clearly meant to
humiliate her. Mom sat there while he described what he watched
in vulgar detail, and he watched ten minutes of vulgar ass
fucking while Mom acted the slut and played with her pussy,
knowing he was standing there watching.

When he was all done, she stood up, threw her napkin in her
plate, and shouted, "FUCK YOU." That was the second time I heard
her say fuck, about two years and three months after the first.
That was the first time my sisters heard her say THE "F" word. By
the time they heard it, in their mind, she was a slut.

We heard a lot of "FUCK YOUS" after that until the final "FUCK
YOU, ASSHOLE!" before she slammed the front door on his asshole
for the final time. If you ask me, he was an idiot for making an
issue of her massage activities. You don't kick a stone fox out
of bed for eating crackers. In my mind, letting some guy fuck you
in the ass is pretty much the same thing. I mean, what is that
hurting. It wasn't like she did it with him in the bed or got the
sheets sticky. That was just her way of saying thanks, a way that
allowed her to remain faithful.

I agreed with Mom. I saw nothing at all wrong with thanking a man
that way. That is a great way for a woman to say thank you. My
sisters agreed with Dad and thought letting men butt fuck you was
wrong, that giving out pieces of ass was cheating. To Mom, it was
an anal massage using the penis - not a sex act, a penile anal
massage. I agreed with that, too. It just looked like fucking to
everyone who got to see it. We all saw it eventually, and it
always looked like the guy was fucking Mom in the ass. Sometimes
it looked like they were just plain fucking and you had to get
close to see that they weren't, that it was just a face-to-face
penile anal massage. Mom wanted you to see that, too. If you
looked like you weren't sure, she'd call you over and prove it. I
will give her this, no one ever caught her fucking fucking, only
butt fucking, which, of course, isn't a sex act.

I remained with Mom; they went with Dad. Our family divided along
the issue of what was and was not fucking.

Mom was very hurt that her girls abandoned her and thought she
was nasty and a cheater, but that drew her closer to me because I
remained her ardent supporter all along, never once making her
feel like an asshole whore. The girls were all Daddy's girls,
anyway, and I had always been Mom's favorite. We became even
closer when it was just the two of us and were in a small
apartment, a one bedroom. My bedroom was the living room; my bed,
the couch. All my clothes were in her bedroom, plus we had to
share the one bathroom which was off the bedroom. I suppose I
would have seen more anyway, just due to the intimacy of our
living conditions, but there was more to it than that.

Any moron would have picked up on the signs of seduction long
before I recognized them for what they were. This will tell you
how slow I was and how frustrated she became. I finally
understood when she invited me to share the bed and found her
naked under the covers telling me I'd probably feel more
comfortable if I as naked, too. Then she wanted to cuddle while
telling me how precious I was to her with my erect penis soaking
her slit in precum. She asked if being naked and cuddling with a
naked woman was making me sexually aroused. I felt like going,
"Duh." Instead, I rolled her to her back and became a mother
fucker. After I fucked the shit out of her and came in her pussy
with her clutching my tight ass, she remarked, "I guess so."

I'm jumping way ahead. The build-up to that night is what this
story is all about and might better be titled, "How to Seduce a
Village Idiot," or "How to get a Moron to Fuck You in Fifty Easy
Steps," or "How to Make a Mother Fucker in Thirty Days."

The first step is to move into a more intimate living arrangement
with the target subject, one that forces frequent encounters of
nudity and partial nudity and affords no privacy, preferably one
with no bathroom or bedroom door. We found one with doors, but it
was a simple matter to remove doors to make a long and wide
shelving unit so the target subject had a place for his stuff.

Step two: get better underwear, preferably something see-thru and
narrow in the crotch, something that shows wetness and inflamed
sex organs well, especially when you bend from the waist. [She
found a source and bought a dozen, selected three dildos, and
they arrived in three days addressed to the target subject so
that he could sign for them.] Be sure to forget to tell him not
to open the package. Naturally, he'll think it's a present for
him. This will bring about an embarrassing scene for the boy, but
presents an opportunity to have an intimate discussion about a
woman's sexual needs when she has no man in her life. Make sure
he knows you get horny and fingers aren't enough. A woman must
fuck herself.

Step three: give him no privacy. Put a clear shower curtain up,
and always need to use the bathroom when he showers. Always be
there when the hot water runs out, preferably nude. Stare at his
penis. When he gets hard, bring attention to his erect state and
ask him what he is thinking about. Demand an answer. Make him
admit what really made it get hard. Narrow it down to the exact
body part, then tell him a mother's breasts shouldn't have that
effect on a son. They're not hooters, jugs, boobs, tits,
knockers, or honkers, they are breasts, a mother's breasts, and
not sexual objects. Tell him you will remain topless in the
intimate living environment until he gets over this breast fetish
he has.

Steps four through fifty are easy after you accomplish steps one
through three. Wear only the sexy panties and bring attention to
his erections. Remind him that you are his mother and not a
topless dancer, and that he is not a sailor on a three day shore
leave after being at sea for six months. Stress that you are his
mother, not a sex object. There is obviously more work to be
done. Make him feel like a mother fucker while you gradually give
up hope for him and eventually stop trying to change him

While you are driving him insane, request frequent massages but
only as an adjunct to masturbation. When you masturbate, use a
dildo and lose the panties. Have him slip them off. Pretend that
fucking yourself while he finger massages your asshole is the
most natural thing in the world for a mother and son to do,
almost as innocent as letting men fuck you in the ass. Be sure he
sees you letting a man fuck you in the ass, and don't act
ashamed. Get him to come close so he can see the dick moving in
your ass and not your pussy. Ask him how his day went. Ask for a
glass of water, a smoke, a lighter, a beer, more water, something
to wipe with, a beer for the man, something for him to wipe with.
Oh, and play with your pussy while getting fucked in the ass.
Whatever you do, don't act like you shouldn't be.

Mom read that book or wrote that book, but she almost killed me
while trying to get through to me that she liked mother/son
incest and saw nothing at all wrong with it if the son initiated
the sex. If I were to write the guide, it would called, "How to
Get Your Son to Fuck You in Ten Seconds or Less," and would
consist of one short paragraph:

Strip naked and go up to your object son and say, "Son, if you
ever feel like fucking the shit out of a sexy woman and cumming
in her pussy, I would be more than happy to play the part of the
sexy woman for you."

I don't know what was worse, massaging her while she fucked
herself, or playing step 'n fetchit while the building super
fucked her in the ass. Both can kill a kid and I endured two
solid weeks of that slow torture. My balls stayed as blue as deep
ocean water and ached like impacted wisdom teeth.

I'll describe a typical session of massage/masturbation, then a
typical scene with Max the long donged butt-fucker. You decide.

Massage/masturbation:

Mom comes up wearing only her panties, carrying her dildo
selection, usually Bruno the Reamer - twelve inches of India
rubber pleasure with built-in vibrator and life-like balls to
grasp onto. She says, "Jerry, I need to do me. Would you be a
dear and give me a massage? I know you're into this TV program,
but I really have to have it, now. I have been so horny lately,
so tense, so on edge. I really need to relax and unwind with you
and Bruno. Would you be a dear for Mommy?"

"Sure. It's just a PBS special on bug reproduction. I'll help you
relax."

She places her hand on my cheek and says, "You are so good to me,
Jerry. I don't know what I would do without you. It just isn't
the same without your talented hands on my body."

I'd get up and follow her sexy ass into the bedroom while
adjusting my erection. She then lies face down on the bed and
lifts her hips so that I can draw her panties down and off. Once
off, she assumes the position by drawing her knees in and setting
them apart which lifts her ass, opens her crotch, and allows her
to get access to her pussy which I'm looking right at as I am
seated at her ass where I can only reach ass and legs but can see
everything well. She doesn't care what I see or what part of her
body I massage, she just needs to feel my hands on her skin. You
couldn't ask for a better seat at a self fucking event.

She has trouble getting it in as the dildo is so long and she
can't see what she's doing, so I get it started for her. Once she
can reach the balls, she can take over. After I fuck that big
cock into her cunt far enough, she usually says, "Thanks, Jerry,
I can take it from here....Oh yeah, this is what my pussy 
needed, a good dose of Bruno rubber. He sure went in easy, didn't
he."

"He sure did."

"Have you ever seen my pussy this wet?"

"You were dripping."

"Slobbering at the mouth - the mouth of my vagina. My horny pussy
has been this way all day, Jerry. I couldn't wait for you to get
home. I'm serious, I need your hands to get off. I hope you don't
mind doing this for me, but it does mean so much to feel your
manly hands on my body while I fuck myself. [I mostly massaged in
the area of the action and used my thumbs to massage her cunt
lips. I also massaged her clit, her asshole, and inside her
asshole. My massaging hands did help her get off.] You don't mind
if I use that term, do you?"

I said, "Not while you're fucking yourself - or anytime,
actually."

"That's good. I want you to know that it doesn't bother me in the
least that you are watching me fuck myself. I hope you don't feel
at all self conscious about watching this big rubber cock slide
in and out of my horny pussy. You don't do you?"

"No, not at all."

"Good. I'll fuck myself this way for a while, then I'll get on my
back and fuck my pussy that way so you can massage my chest.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much."

"Well, I want you to know that I see nothing at all wrong with
you viewing my breasts as sex objects while I'm fucking myself.
You can play with them as though they were hooters. Suck on them
if you want. Do whatever turns you on. It'll probably help me
climax, or give me a better one. God, I sure need a good cum. How
many fingers do you have up my ass?"

"Three."

"Ummmm...feels great...reminds me of Max. This is like getting a
penile anal massage while getting fucked. I'd love to try that.
Actually, three men. I'd like one cock to suck on. Jeez, have you
ever seen me this horny? Am I a slut for a dildo or what?"

"You're a slut, all right...I mean, for a dildo."

"I feel like a plain old everyday ordinary slut right now. I'll
tell you what. If a guy with a hard cock were in this room right
now, he could pull this fucking dildo out, shove his cock in, and
you'd see a slut. Any hard flesh and blood cock is better than
any dildo. A dildo can't squirt cum in a woman's pussy, but a
real cock can. I'll tell you, Jerry, there is nothing like the
feel of a stiff dick going off inside your pussy, nothing. The
size really doesn't matter to a woman. It's the cum she's after.
You'd know what I mean if you had a pussy between your legs like
I do. Damn pussies will drive you insane, Jerry, absolutely
insane. You're so lucky to have a dick - a very nice dick I might
add."

"Thanks." [Am I an idiot or what - thanks - duh!]

When I didn't take the hint, she'd roll to her back and go for
her nut. That's when those titties were all mine and I hardly
paid any attention to what she said or did. She knew that and
wouldn't say much. She'd just fuck herself and watch me play with
her hooters, and I really could do anything I felt like doing. I
made a total ass of myself over those titties. Sometimes I
noticed her orgasm, most times not. Mom is a silent cummer. She
usually goes all stiff, but she'd do that when I hurt her tits,
too. She was good about letting me go on playing long after she
was through. Eventually, she'd say, "Earth to Jerry. You are
sucking on a mother's breast. There's no milk in that breast, and
it is no longer a sex object."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you had stopped fucking yourself...I
mean, masturbating."

"I need to get dressed. Please put my panties back on me."

Yes, we really did that, daily, sometimes several times a day.
Killer, for both of us. Sometimes, I gave her a pussy massage,
masturbated her in other words. She would also lie naked over my
lap and get an anal massage with one of her dildos. At least she
got her rocks off.

Now, a typical scene with Max the long donged butt-fucker:

A scene with Max was timed to coincide with my arrival so that I
could catch the foreplay to insertion where he got his dick wet
in the slit of her pussy. He would also slide into her pussy, but
only to obtain lubrication for his dick shaft. A few long and
deep strokes would usually get it wet enough to shove up herass.

Max had a cock almost as big as her Attila the Hun dildo, a
fourteen-inch muscle cock replica. Max wasn't fourteen-inches,
but he had a muscular looking cock as long as Bruno the Reamer,
nothing at all like Willy the Womb Duster. No dick was like that,
maybe a Martian dick. As dicks go, Max's was mighty impressive.
Why she didn't just fuck him and forget about me is a mystery,
but I knew why she only ass fucked him in front of me.

We had long established and agreed that ass fucking wasn't a sex
act. There was nothing dirty about letting a man put his dick up
your ass and moving it in and out until he ejaculated. Sure, it
looked like fucking but it wasn't fucking. Fucking could only be
accomplished in a woman's vagina because that was where all the
reproductive stuff was. An ass only had shit. All you could do
with a woman's ass was massage it with your dick and cum in shit,
or use a dildo, or fingers. Fucking should always be done in
private and between lovers, but penile anal massages could be
done before anyone you felt comfortable being naked in front of.
And, for a good anal massage, you should be stark naked. Mom
obviously felt comfortable being naked among her immediate family
members, especially her husband.

Before we moved from the house, I saw many acts of penile anal
massaging. For a while following my father's departure, every man
who ever dreamed of fucking her stopped by and offered her a
massage. I never saw her turn one down, or saw a massage that
didn't end up becoming a penile anal massage with her stark naked
and masturbating. Most wanted to fuck her but she would have none
of that nasty business in front of her son. For that, they'd go
in the bedroom and shut the door. We had no door in the
apartment, so they couldn't fuck with me there. They did when I
wasn't. Sometimes I'd come home and they'd have to switch holes.
Mom would tell me to look the other way, then let me know when it
was safe to look. In fact, she'd call me over to show me which
hole he was in, and say something like, "See, honey, his cock is
in my asshole, not my pussy hole. We were fucking but we're not
now. So, how was your day?"

Max thought we were a couple of weirdos but he liked fucking a
mother in the ass while her son watched him do it and she
masturbated, so he played along because she was the best fuck in
the complex - ass or pussy, and sucked a mean dick.

Mom liked taking it up the ass on her back with her legs splayed.
That showed everything. I could stand right by the bed at their
genitals and watch everything. She always masturbated when I
stood there watching him fuck her in the ass. We often talked
about her slobbery pussy or the big dick, or the tight asshole,
or the depth of massage, or what stroke felt best. Max, playing
along, might ask how she was enjoying her asshole massage. She
always enjoyed his asshole massage, but especially liked it when
his pubic hairs tickled her pussy. He was a real good asshole
massager, made her pussy slobbery wet. Made her cum, too, and he
didn't always cum in her ass. That was okay. He could cum where
he pleased. He liked to cum on her fingers or in her face. I'd
get a wash cloth and help clean her up. I liked it best when he
creamed her tits. She often had orgasms while I wiped his cum off
her hooters, but we weren't doing anything dirty.

You may think my mom was one silly bitch, but I know her. She got
caught fucking some guy, he happened to be fucking her in the
ass, her husband had long accepted the fact that she was a
massage slut who masturbated during a massage, so they weren't
fucking. He was giving her an anal massage with his dick while
she masturbated. That was her story, and she stuck with it,
convinced herself it was the truth. She was not a cheater, had
never cheated, would never do anything dirty, and the marriage
didn't break up because of her. She had me in full agreement. She
would go to her grave and never admit she cheated or did anything
nasty, or vulgar. Masturbation was not nasty or vulgar.

Masturbation was healthy and normal. In our home you could do it
at the dinner table if you wanted to. Everyone knew she did while
getting a massage, and if I massaged her shoulders at the dinner
table, she masturbated at the dinner table. That was the best way
to get her to masturbate where you could see what she was doing.
She was a firm believer that masturbation was healthy and normal,
that there was no reason to hide, and she set the example. Though
no one ever followed her example, we liked watching her set one
ever since we caught her masturbating and she told us that
masturbation was healthy and normal and not something one needed
to hide.

Now, butt fucking was not a sex act because she got caught
getting fucked in the ass. I knew I'd have to go along with that
dumb bullshit for the rest of my life. She constantly sought
re-assurances that I still believed as she did. Of course, I gave
constant re-assurance to her and was rewarded by being able to
see more - more of her nude body, more open acts of masturbation
out where I could actually see what she was doing to herself,
more ass fucking. Things only got better when we moved into the
apartment and she had a guy with a really big dick to mess around
with. During the talking phase of a masturbation massage, she
would often make reference to the fucking she and Max did that
day - how good it was which left her horny, or how quick it was
which left her horny. She wasn't always wet; sometimes, she had a
pussy full of fresh cum, making her slobbery in the mouth - mouth
of her vagina.

She could talk about the fucking she did, and admit she was a
slut for this guy, a nut for his nut sauce, but I couldn't watch
them fucking. That would be wrong. As long as I let her know that
being a slut was perfectly acceptable behavior in a single mom, I
knew I'd get more of that behavior. I also knew, if I ever so
much as made a disagreeable expression at something she said or
did, that would end that. She saw her reflection in my face and
it had to be decent and good. She couldn't live with herself
otherwise. That was also the reason I had to fuck her; she
couldn't fuck me. I didn't figure all this shit out until after I
became a mother fucker. Had I figured it out sooner, I would have
been a mother fucker sooner.

You see, my mother would never fuck her son, but her son who had
a problem could fuck her. She could live with my problem. She
could never face her own. The truth was, she had the problem. I
would never have become a mother fucker had she not wanted me as
a lover who shared her bed. She needed guys like Max for raw
unadulterated sex, but she also needed a lover she could live
with, one who understood her. I went through hell trying to
figure this shit out.

On the night that I became a mother fucker, I was at my breaking
point. I could not stand by and watch Max get another piece of
ass. I could not bear to watch one more dildo stroke without
yanking that fucker out. I had to have a talk with her and tell
her what this was doing to me. She was with Max when I came home.
I turned around and left. I never did that before. I stayed gone
till dark and never did that before. When she asked for a
massage, I told her I didn't feel like it. I never did that
before. I didn't know how to tell her what was wrong. She thought
I was sick. She even offered to nurse me if that would make me
feel better. She brought a nipple to my lips, but I turned my
head. She knew something was terribly wrong if I turned down a
nipple. Something was, I just didn't know how to explain it to
her.

She went to bed worried and confused. So did I. Neither of us
could sleep. I could hear her tossing and turning. I'm sure she
heard me. She'd get up, then I'd get up, then she. I got up for
the fifth time sometime after midnight. She heard me and called
me to the bedroom. I was in my BVDs, no T-shit, barefoot, just
the under shorts. That was typical. I came up thinking she might
want a massage. If she wanted a regular massage, I was willing.
Every now and then, she just wanted a good back rub with no
masturbation, her head resting on both folded arms, like the good
old days sometimes.

Mom turned the covers down and said, "Honey, you're not feeling
well. When you turn down a nipple, something is wrong. Lie down
here with me where I can keep watch on you. I'm worried. I can't
sleep."

That sounded good, so I got in and she drew me into an light
embrace that gave a great deal of bare flesh to bare flesh
contact all along our bodies with her tits pressed to my chest.
She brushed hair and kissed my forehead, ran her hands down my
back and along my side, over my underwear, down my thigh, up and
down. Boy, did my dick get hard. She could feel that, too. Not
long after she felt that, she suggested I might be more
comfortable sleeping nude. I agreed and was about to shuck them
when she threw back the covers and got up to kneel at my hips.

She had a street light right outside her bedroom window which
cast a luminous glow that allowed us to see fairly well with all
the lights off. I rolled to my back and we could plainly see my
erection as she hooked the elastic at both hips. By this time,
erections were my normal state and I was proud of them as she
paid my dick so many compliments. She also took my erections as
compliments, though inappropriate as they were evidence that I
wanted to fuck her. She made me admit that - often. At the sight
of an erection, she'd make me admit that I wanted to fuck her
with it, then tell me I shouldn't think about fucking her, that I
should try not to think about fucking her, that it wouldn't be
right if I were to lay her down and fuck her with my stiff dick
because she was my mother.

My dick head got caught on the elastic and came whipping out when
it came free, strung like a steel bow. While drawing my underwear
down my legs, she said, "I see what your problem is. You're
thinking naughty thoughts again, aren't you?"

I said, "Yes," as she drew the BVDs off my feet and tossed them.
She then gazed on my erection, then reached out and took it in
her hand. She never did that before. She held me gently, more a
caress, somewhat reverent, maybe pity. I wasn't sure. I was sure
I liked having her soft hand on my hard dick. She began a light
pumping stroke, a milking stroke. I thought she might jack me
off. That would be great. Maybe ask me to give her an anal prick
massage. That would be neater, and there was nothing at all wrong
with that, but she never asked for one and still didn't. After a
minute of light stroking, she said, "I'll bet feeling my breasts
against your skin made you this hard."

She laid back down, and I rolled to face her as she did. She
still held my dick; in fact, my dick kept us from coming together
at the loins by six inches. The head was in her pubic patch right
at the top of her crack. Her hand action made the head rub over
her clit. She said, "Is that what made your dick so hard?"

"That and just being so close to you, being in bed with you."

"Like husband and wife?"

"Yes."

She threw her leg over my hip to expose more slit to run the head
of my dick through while saying, "We should talk about this
problem you have. I have come to accept that you'll never get
over this fixation. Maybe I've been going about this all wrong. I
don't think I can ever numb you to the sight or feel of my nude
body. It just isn't working. The more you see, the more you feel,
the more you want me. We should talk. You are so dear and
precious to me, Jerry. I want to help you. Will you talk to me
about your problem?"

She was about to stick my problem in her pussy, thus solving the
problem. I said, "Sure."

"When you think about fucking me, is that how you think of us,
like husband and wife?"

"No."

"Lovers?"

"No, not like in-love lovers, but we love each other."

"Like mother and son. Is that why you want me so bad - because
I'm your mother?"

"I think it's more that you are so sexy and beautiful. To be
honest, I think it's because you're a sexy woman, and I'd like to
fuck a sexy woman."

She had the head of my dick in her pussy while saying, "Okay. I
can accept that. I think that's a healthier reason than because
I'm your sexy mother and the thought of fucking the pussy that
you came into this world through excites you."

She was turning on and doing a number on her clit which was now
slippery with my dick honey. She'd do the clit and then do her
hole, then back to the clit, all the while milking my dick. I
grew more comfortable talking about her problem as my problem.
The fog of confusion was beginning to lift. I said, "Being a
mother fucker isn't what turns me on."

"That's good. That means there's nothing seriously wrong with
you, nothing you need professional help for. Basically, you're
just horny because you share intimate living space with a sexy
woman who goes about near naked and involves you in her
masturbation, even using your dick to masturbate with like I'm
doing now. Am I getting it right?"

"Yes."

"Do you like watching those dildos fuck my pussy?"

"Yes, very much."

"You like massaging me all over the way the men used to do, don't
you?"

"Very much."

"You'd like to give me a penile anal massage, wouldn't you?"

"You bet."

"Do you like watching Max give me an anal massage with his big
cock?"

"Yes."

"Why, because it looks like fucking?"

"Yes. I can imagine what that would look like if his cock were in
your pussy."

"They do look very much alike. Even I like to watch that big cock
of his fucking my pussy. I get wet just thinking about it. The
best part is when that sperm cannon of his goes off in my pussy.
I slobber at the mouth - the mouth of my vagina. How many times
have you seen a slobbery vagina between my legs - twenty,
thirty?"

"Twenty-three, but who counts."

She laughed then said, "I wish you could watch us fuck. God, I am
such a slut for that man's cock. You know that just from watching
him use that cock in my ass. I suppose my being a horny slut
doesn't help your problem any, does it?"

"No, makes it worse, especially when you use my dick to
masturbate with."

"Frankly, Jerry, I don't know why you don't just have your way
with me. I don't think I'd have the heart to lift one little
finger to stop you, nor fault you if you did. I a way, I'd get
what I deserve. In a way, what I am is one big prick tease. I
don't know why you put up with this crap, I really...what are you
doing?...Jerry...You're not going to fuck me, are you...OH
JERRY!"

The fog finally lifted and I was on top of the situation -
finally. God damn did I ever fuck that silly bitch. Made her cum
three times and I came in less than three minutes and kept right
on fucking her. I came three times before I stopped fucking her.
I don't know how many times she came - eight, nine, maybe ten.

When I did stop, I collapsed. She held my ass in her hands,
holding me in tight. She kissed the top of my head and said,
"Now, don't you feel bad for raping me [Oh Jesus - give me a
break] I had it coming. Yes, it was wrong, but perfectly
understandable. If raping me will get you by, then I won't fight
you or lay any guilt trips on you. If you must, you must. I'll
just have to learn to live with it. Since we have to live with
this situation, I see no reason why we can't share one bed, do
you?"

I lifted my head to look at her, or to let her see her reflection
as I said, "No, mother. You can't get away from me in this
apartment. When I want you, I'll have you. We may as well share a
bed."

"That's the way I see it, too. If rape is inevitable, lie back
and enjoy it. Is that good advice?"

"Yes, very wise. Mom, you're the greatest. I don't think any
other mother would be this understanding. You amaze me; you
really do amaze me."

Yes, she saw a good reflection, smiled big, and said, "I'm only
doing what any decent mother would do. Now don't you worry about
me. When you have to have me, take me - take me any way you want
me. It's that simple."

Indeed it was, and was that way from then on. I always had to
take her, still do twenty years later, but she was always easy
and still is, and still sees nothing at all wrong with butt
fucking. Silly bitch, but that's my mom, gotta love her. I just
don't want to get caught loving her. There's a name for guys like
that, and it ain't nice.

                                 The End
                                
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