Warning! This story is somewhat longer than usual WW Sex Stories.

My intense, erotic and mutually satisfying sexual relationship with my mom began one night when I was an 18-year-old high school senior. Since she was 20 when I was born, mom was 38 at this time. Mom and I began having regular sex about three years after my dad had passed away and my mom had not had any sexual relations with any other man since dad had died.

Of course, given her very attractive looks – shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair, hazel eyes (like mine), fit, slender-but-muscular, long-legged, 5-7, 115lb body with gorgeous, pendulous, full 38D-cup tits and a taut, tight ass any high school cheerleader would die for! -- many guys had tried persistently to date her; but she’d turned down all of them. And mom was no “prude” or “church lady;” she had a very earthy sense of humor and an engaging, outgoing personality.

Since I was an only-child, mom concentrated all her affection, energy and attention on me, always placing my wants, needs and well-being first and foremost. There certainly was absolutely no hint of anything “sexual” between mom and me – until “that special night” when everything suddenly changed. Up to that point, mom and I simply had an extremely close, emotionally-bonded and very loving traditional “mother-son” relationship.

The catalyst that sparked our intense, 2-year sexual relationship beginning early in my high school senior year was me finally ending the unfortunate, self-destructive, emotionally-draining romantic relationship I was then having with a girl in my class who turned out to be an unstable, psychologically-unbalanced, borderline-sociopath. Cruel, manipulative and vindictive, “Sherrie” was, above all, an emotional blackmailer, turning “drama-queen” and threatening suicide at the drop of a hat whenever I didn’t immediately give in to her demands. Sherrie also used my constant, teenaged raging hormones to manipulate me by giving/withholding sex, typically leaving me with a painful case of “Blue Balls” when I wouldn’t agree to some crazy idea she had – like quitting school and getting married.

One night Sherrie finally over-played her hand, and the end result turned into the beginning of my sexual relationship with my mom! That night, I became so angry and disgusted that I finally told this nutcase we were through for good. I drove her home, ordered her out of the car, and drove away as she stood in front of her house, crying and shouting obscenities at me as I drove away.

It was 11 p.m. that Friday night when I got home and went inside. Mom, who of course knew all about my months-long, emotional rollercoaster relationship with Sherrie, had sensed for a long time that I must eventually break-up with this emotional blackmailer. Mom met me at our front door wearing a black silk, knee-length robe tied at the waist and very loosely closed down the front which revealed she was naked underneath. As soon as I walked through our front door, Mom quickly realized from the emotionally-agitated state I was in that I’d finally broken up with Sherrie.

Mom wrapped her arms tightly around me, hugged me close to her and said, “You’ve done the right thing, son! You couldn’t put up with this crazy girl’s emotional – and physical! – torture much longer!” I knew by “physical” that mom meant my painful, aching “Blue Balls” since I know mom felt my erection throbbing through my pants when she’d hugged me. “I’ll draw you a hot bath,” she said soothingly, “Relax in the bath, calm down, and then you can slip into bed. Get a good night’s sleep and you’ll feel much better in the morning! I’m taking our phone off the hook so she can’t call and disturb you at all later tonight.” (No cell phones yet back then.)

Still stewing over my emotional break-up with Sherrie, I sat in the living room for the 15-minutes or so it took mom to run the bath, then she came and got me, took me by the hand, and led me into our small-ish bathroom. Sensing that I was still in a daze from the night’s events, mom had me stand next to the tub of steaming hot water while she undressed me, stripping off my shirt and undershirt, then unbuckling my pants and pulling them down and off of my feet as she removed my shoes and socks. When I was standing there wearing nothing but my jockey shorts, she made a casual remark about my cock being rock-hard and standing straight out, “tenting” my underpants, “That ‘prick-teaser’/withholding sex act is really despicable on her part. Healthy young men like you need regular sexual release – YOU need sexual release!”

As mom knelt in front of me and began peeling my jockey shorts down my legs and pulling them off my feet, she bent forward, the movement causing her robe to fall open even further and making her full, gorgeous tits swing back and forth as she worked my shorts off. In fact, when she pulled them down past my fully-erect, throbbing cock, it “flipped up” as if it was spring-loaded and smacked against her face as she bent down pulling my shorts off over my feet. She gasped in surprise as my cock slapped against her face then, escaping the confines of my jockey shorts, sprung straight out while it throbbed and quivered with every heartbeat. Quickly jerking her head back and smiling sheepishly as she looked up at me, mom jokingly de-escalated the sexually-charged awkwardness of the situation by quipping, “Well, it seems to me that Sherrie just doesn’t know what she’s missing!”

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel at all embarrassed or ashamed to be naked in front of my mom – I was highly aroused! Although her undressing me and kneeling at my feet with her gorgeous tits visible and swinging had me totally sexually excited, I felt calm and relaxed and totally comfortable as she grabbed my elbow and assisted me getting into the tub. I think it was accidental contact, but as she helped me climb into the tub, her tits both bounced and rubbed against my chest and then my back – I could feel that my mom’s nipples were rock hard as they brushed against my skin! And as she bent over helping me get seated, I got a good peek at visual proof that my mom’s nipples had gotten rigid from sexual excitement!

Mom had filled the tub so that the water level was right at my waist as I sat in the soothing bath. The hot water felt wonderful and mom stayed there kneeling beside the tub as she used a soapy washcloth to wash my chest, arms and back, rinsing out the soap and squeezing the hot water over me to wash the soap off. At first, I was tempted to cover my obvious erection with both my hands; but mom seemed so nonchalant and blasé about my sitting there with a rock-hard, throbbing cock that I just sat there and enjoyed the calming feeling of her washing and rinsing me – erection be damned, this felt great!

The hot water and mom washing me front and back had calmed me down from my “Sherrie confrontation,” but images flashing through my mind of my mom’s hard-nippled, swinging tits and my growing feeling of forbidden, incestual carnal lust involuntarily building up inside me for her kept my cock fully erect and throbbing. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was heavy. I sensed that something both very emotional and very, very sexual was about to take place between me and mom! And my sexual ecstasy was immensely heightened by thoughts of our possible consummation of mother-son incest! That thought, alone, was so HOT, I was drifting into a mindless sexual fever!

After finishing washing and rinsing me, mom placed the rubberized, inflatable bath pillow against the tub wall behind me and said, “Just stretch out your legs and lean back in the tub and totally relax.” I did as she ordered and felt the still-steaming water cover nearly all of my body from the top of my chest to the tips of my toes – the only thing between those two points sticking out of the water was the head and last 2-3 inches of my rock-hard, throbbing cock!

Mom took the washcloth, soaked it in the hot water again, then squeezed it so it was damp but not soaked. She folded it into a rectangle, told me to close my eyes and lean my head back against the top of the bath pillow, then covered my eyes with the damp washcloth. “Just relax,” mom whispered to me, “feel the hot soothing water, and make your mind a blank…Imagine all your worries and problems have totally melted away. Mom’s going to help you, dear!”

I heard some fabric rustling, then a soft, almost imperceptible “thump-sound” like a piece of clothing hitting the floor. A few seconds later I could hear the sound of mom breathing louder, almost panting, and then felt a feminine hand wrap around my rigid cock, squeeze it tightly and begin to slowly and methodically stroke it, up and down. I was thrilled and shocked at the same time and, reflexively, mindlessly, reached out my hand to grab her hand to stop her stroking my cock. But, without missing a stroke, mom used her free hand to intercept mine, pulled it tightly against first one, then the other of her naked, fleshy, pendulously-swinging tits, while using her hand to force mine to squeeze each of her tits and pinch her large swollen, rigid nipples. My washcloth blindfold was still in place, but from feeling her full, swinging tits, I realized she was leaning over the tub, naked, the effort of her jacking me off making her tits swing back and forth!

Her hand jacking me off made a “splashing” sound each time it stroked my cock shaft that was standing below the waterline and then again as she stroked back upward toward my cock-head which by now was freely oozing clear liquid, sticky pre-cum which drizzled out of my meatus slit. As mom masturbated me -- the washcloth still blindfolding me -- my mind began swimming with erotic images of me lying there in the tub while my naked mom, her tits swinging freely with her effort, stroked me closer and closer to orgasm! I was breathing in irregular gasps, relishing each stroke of my cock, able only to make grunting, moaning sounds of pure sexual ecstasy!

Suddenly my cock exploded in the most erotic, satisfying ejaculation I’d ever experienced, shooting an initial stream of cum straight up a foot-high or more, then squirting more fountains of cum, each one slightly less than that first, tremendous one! Mom kept stroking as that first powerful squirt shot up, exclaiming, “OH! … Oh! … Oh, my God, son!” as my cock kept gushing cum! After several powerful gushes, mom’s stroking got slower and slower, then she squeezed my cock from the bottom of my cock-shaft to my cock-head, forcing out all of my built-up reservoir of cum until she’d completely emptied my balls.

After she’d masturbated me to completion, mom pulled the tub plug, removed the washcloth from my eyes, and helped me stand up and get out of the tub. Still naked, she toweled me dry, then helped me get into the sweatpants and t-shirt I always wore to bed. My mind was spinning at what had just happened, trying to comprehend it all, but my eyes focused on my mom’s naked body – her tits swinging like fleshy pendulums as she toweled me dry and dressed me, a few drops of my cum that had splashed on her when I ejaculated drizzling down her chest and tits and, especially, her full but neatly trimmed triangular bush covering her pussy.

When she’d dried me off and dressed me for bed, she put her black silk knee-length robe back on but didn’t bother to close it with the waist-belt, just letting it hang open down the front. I couldn’t get my eyes off her naked tits and bush! She walked me to my bedroom, helped me get into bed, tucked me in and gave me a quick kiss – on my lips! “Good night, dear!” mom whispered, “Sweet dreams!” and quickly left me alone in my room. I fell soundly asleep soon, my “Blue Balls” completely cured, and I dreamed of her jacking me off all night long!

I woke up before mom did the next morning, Saturday, went to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee and fixed a bowl of cereal while still coming to grips with what had happened the night before. I was still in a state of shock about my mom masturbating me, but I remained highly aroused thinking back on it – the surprise, the sexual gratification, the feeling of erotic excitement of having incestuous sex with my mom! I simultaneously felt a sense of shame but was also totally sexually turned-on at the same time!

After I’d finished my cereal, I was standing at the sink rinsing out my bowl when mom walked into the kitchen. Before I could turn around, mom pressed herself against my back and wrapped her arms around me, placing both of her hand directly on my – soon semi-hard! – cock. She hugged me tightly and through my thin t-shirt I could feel her large, rigid nipples poking against my back. I felt her raise her head, kiss me on the side of my neck and whisper, “How do you feel this morning? Did you sleep well, dear?”

Without changing my position, I reached down and placed both my hands on top of hers and pressed them against my cock, answering, “Oh, mom, I feel great! I slept better than I ever have! Oh, thank you!” I heard her give a short, soft laugh, then she whispered, “No more ‘Blue Balls,’ dear?” I gave a short, embarrassed laugh, and replied, “No, mom, you really took care of that problem…completely! … Thanks so much!”

“Hmmmm, wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that, dear,” mom cooed in my ear. Then she started massaging my cock with both her hands, leaned even closer to my ear and whispered, “I’m so glad that you let me get you off…But…would you like to return the favor?” Hearing that she wanted us to have more sex immediately made my cock start throbbing and getting erect like it was last night and without any hesitation I quickly answered, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Of course! … When?”

Mom spun me around so we were facing each other, reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed directly into my eyes, whispering, “Now, dear! Right now! … It’s been so long since I’ve…you know…so long!” She was again wearing only her short black silk knee-length robe and again it was totally open in the front, revealing her gorgeous tits as she pressed herself and her rigid, sexually-aroused large nipples tightly against me. My hardening cock thrust against mom’s stomach and she obviously noticed, saying, “Well, I can feel that you are for sure ‘up’ for this, son…and getting more ‘up’ for it each second!” She released her arms and backed away from me a few feet, grabbed one of my hands, pointed with her head toward the hallway leading to her bedroom and said, “C’mon. Come lie with me, dear. Come make love to your mother!”

Mom grasped my hand and began leading me down the hall and toward her master bedroom. My cock got harder and harder and the overpoweringly erotic thought, “My God, I’m going to fuck my mom!” raced through my mind, terrifically-enhanced by the “forbidden” aspect that mom and I were engaging in the taboo of mother-son incest! Mom was striding quickly down the hall and I had a “hard” time keeping up with her, given that my enormous erection was impeding my progress by “tenting” the front of my sweat pants. “C’mon, son!” mom urged, “C’mon!”

Pushing her bedroom door open, mom pulled me inside and over to the edge of her queen-sized bed. Her bedroom’s window blinds were pulled, making it semi-dark in the room even though it was broad daylight outside, and the bed covers had been removed from the bed, leaving only the pillows and bedsheets. I stood beside her bed, quivering with sexual excitement as she impatiently undressed me, pulling my t-shirt off and tossing it to the floor, then yanking down my sweatpants, jerking them off each foot, and leaving them in a pile on the floor.

Mom had to kneel again, as she’d done last night while undressing me for my bath and, again like last night, when she yanked my sweat pants off over my fully-erect cock, it “sprang up” straight out, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. “Oh, God!” mom whispered, “I want to feel your cock inside me, son! I want to feel every inch of my son’s cock inside me!” as she stood up and shrugged off her black silk robe, letting it fall to the floor. I gazed at mom’s totally naked body, particularly noticing that whereas last night she’d had a neatly-trimmed triangular bush, mom’s pussy and groin area were now shaved totally smooth! What a turn-on! Although it seemed impossible, my cock got even harder!

When mom noticed me staring wide-eyed and amazed at her smooth-shaved pussy, she gave me a wry smile and said, “Yeah, your mom’s shaved her pussy totally smooth just for her sweet boy to enjoy! C’mon, mom’s shaved pussy is just for YOU!” as she climbed onto the bed, lay on her back with her legs splayed wide, and held both of her arms straight out to me, inviting me to “Climb on, son. Don’t keep your mom waiting! Climb onto me and fuck your mother! … NOW!”

Awkwardly, I climbed onto the bed and positioned my body face down on my mother’s beautiful, warm, naked body, my hard cock lying along the length of her pussy which was dripping-wet and glistening with her juices that had already made a “wet spot” on the bedsheet under her vagina. I felt her rigid nipples pressing against my chest and her warm, panting breath against my face. Immediately, as I lay there on her, feeling her body pressing tightly against mine, mom reached up, framed my face in her hands, gazed lovingly into my eyes and whispered, “Oh, my beautiful boy…my lover! Kiss me, lover! Kiss your mother...your lover!” She parted her lips, pulled my mouth against hers, and we tongue-kissed a long time, thrusting our saliva-wet tongues in and out of each other’s mouths.

I was so sexually excited that my whole body shook uncontrollably as the realization raced through my mind that I was making passionate love to my mother! I felt dizzy and overcome by an erotic, sex-fueled fever. While we continued tongue-kissing, my hands uncontrollably reached down and began massaging mom’s tits and pinching her sex-rigid nipples. Mom moaned in sexual pleasure as I kneaded and pinched her tits. After a few seconds, and while I kept kneading her tits, I felt mom’s hands reach down between us, grasp my hard cock, and push my throbbing mushroom cock-head slightly into her vagina. When I felt my cock-head enter mom’s vagina, I started to rock my hips to thrust fully inside her, but she stopped me. “No! … Not yet!” she ordered, “I want you to slide your cock inside me as slowly as possible. I want to feel each inch of your cock sliding up inside my shaved, velvety smooth, dripping-wet pussy!”

Taking my cues from her moans and commands, I ever-so-slowly slid my hard cock up inside her pussy, a fraction of an inch at a time, until it was all the way inside mom’s pussy and my balls were touching her ass cheeks. When mom felt my balls bounce on her ass cheeks and knew my cock was completely buried in her pussy, she started humping and rocking her hips, ordering me, “Match my rhythm and start thrusting back and forth in my pussy, lover!” I obeyed and quickly matched my fuck-thrusts to the rhythm mom was setting. It was slow at first, then got faster and faster over the next 15-minutes or so. It felt like heaven on Earth! And I was so erotically turned on, realizing, “I’m fucking my mother! I’m actually fucking my mom! Oh, God this feels so damn good!”

I felt mom raise and bend her legs, then use her heels to push hard against my ass cheeks as I slammed my throbbing, pulsing cock as hard as I could back and forth in her pussy. As mom got wetter and wetter, my cock-thrusts made a wet, sloshing sound and both mom and I felt my balls banging and bouncing against mom’s ass cheeks, splashing her pussy juice that ran out of her vagina and soaked her entire crotch area! After 15 or 20 minutes of fucking, I could feel my ejaculation building up and mom’s humping and rocking got more vigorous and so fast that I could hardly keep up her. Mom’s breathing got ragged and she dug her long fingernails into my back as her moaning and grunting got louder.

Mom’s animal-like grunting got really loud and she started saying things to me in a rough, husky voice using words I’d never heard my mother use: “Oh, fuck me, lover! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard…harder! Pinch my nipples! Make them hurt, goddamnit! Make them hurt, make them hurt!” Mom grabbed my head and pushed my mouth down on her tit, grunting and demanding, “Bite my nipples, lover! Dammit, bite them! Hurt them! Bite them, bite them, bite them! Hard! Harder! Oh, you’re my motherfucker lover! My beautiful motherfucker lover! Fuck me, lover, I’m cumming! … I’m cumming! … Fuck me, goddamnit, you motherfucker! Finish me, dammit!”

Her outburst of grunting, mindless profanity pushed me over the edge to ejaculation and I started squirting loads of hot, thick, creamy cum, one after the other, in mom’s dripping wet, orgasm-spasming vagina! Mom felt each cum-squirt I shot inside her and she yelled, “Fuck, yes!” each time she felt my stream of cum shoot inside her! Finally, we both finished and mom pulled my face against hers and we tongue-kissed again for a long time. Sexually exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms as the thought, “I fucked my mom!” ran over and over through my head.

Shortly after that first fuck session, mom moved me into her bedroom permanently and when we were inside our home we lived as husband and wife – but were always just “mom and son” in public and to relatives and friends. It all seemed like a beautiful, erotic dream to me, and the only aggravating part is that our friends and family keeps trying to hook mom up with eligible guys.