My mother; my lover.

PART I

Lets be honest, guys. You all remember your first piece of ass, right? You know, the first time you blew your load without having your hand wrapped around your dick and your eyes glued to the centerfold in a year-old copy of Playboy. And not only do you remember it, but you remember it fondly, regardless of what the girl was like. She could have been pretty or ugly, thin or fat, sweet or a pure bred bitch and it doesn't matter. Hell, she could have been dead in the sack and that doesn't matter either, because it was the first time you got to dump your load inside something warm and wet, and all you wanted to do afterwards was jump up and scream "Today I am a man!" Even looking back from the vantage point of many years, with other women to compare to the first one, you still remember that first time fondly, because it was new, and exciting, and heart pounding.

So imagine how exciting and heart pounding it would have been if that first piece of ass had been rape. No playing games, no begging or pleading, no cajoling or convincing. Just taking what you wanted, when you wanted, and how you wanted. Doing everything and anything your imagination could fathom, controlling and dominating that first piece of ass as if you owned her. How exciting and heart pounding would that memory be?

Now imagine your first piece of ass had not only been rape, but also your own mother.

Okay, so now some of you are shocked and maybe even revolted, right? It's okay to read fantasy rape stories about a young girl being pronged in every hole by a biker gang, or a wife being sodomized while her husband is forced to watch, or a teacher being ravished by her students, but a fantasy story about a son raping his mother goes too far, right? Well, if that's how you feel, don't worry. I'm not going to spin a fantasy tale about a son raping his mother, because this is not a fantasy. It's a confession.

That's right, a confession. After many years of keeping the memory to myself, I've decided it's time to share it. Why? I'm not really sure. Maybe because I want to see if there's anyone else out there who had a similar experience. Maybe I want to see if there's anyone who says, "Man, I didn't do that, but I wish I could have!" Or maybe I just want to see if every swinging dick in the world thinks I'm a sick fuck. Take your pick.

Anyway, it was a lot of years ago, I had just turned fourteen, and the world was a far different place. Kennedy had been in the White House for six or seven months and he and Jackie were viewed as near royalty. Hey, it was the age of Camelot remember. We had military advisors in Viet Nam, but no combat troops, and the anti-war protests, along with the hippie movement with its concept of free love, were still a few years into the future. Slacks hadn't become acceptable wear for women yet, except in special circumstances, and most housewives wore what they called a housedress while doing household chores, which was basically an inexpensive dress that wasn't fancy enough to wear out except to the supermarket or someplace like that. They usually had a matching belt, buttoned up the front to a shirt like collar, and had a flaring skirt that came to the knee. Short skirts and dresses hadn't come into fashion yet because pantyhose hadn't made the scene, and short hemlines weren't practical with garter belts or girdles with nylons, which most women wore even when working around the house.

We were pretty much a typical family for that time. Dad worked swing shift in the steel mills, meaning he'd spend a month on day shift, a month on afternoon shift, and then a month on midnight shift before starting it all over. Mom was a housewife who cooked, cleaned, and didn't hold an outside job. I went to school, studied, and did chores around the house such as cutting the grass to earn my allowance. And in those days, there were some things you just didn't talk to your parents about, which is why when I had questions about sex and girls, I turned to Rick.

Rick lived with his parents three houses up the street, was six years older than me, and I thought he was the coolest guy around because he talked to me like I was an adult and never acted like my questions were stupid or not worth answering. He was also what would have been called "rebellious" back then, and he was experimenting with drugs when most kids thought scoring a six pack of beer was a big deal. Anyway, I had reached that awkward age when I got a hard-on just being near a girl, but was still too shy and inexperienced to even know how to talk to them, so I turned to Rick for advice. What he gave me instead were some pills, and he told me if I'd slip one into a girl's Coke or Pepsi, in around half an hour she would be out of it. He said it wouldn't hurt her, just knock her out, or make her act like she was really drunk, but either way I could do anything I wanted to her, and she wouldn't remember shit in the morning.

Now understand I didn't intend to use the pills on mom, but on one of the girls in the neighborhood, a little cutie named Mary Kaye. Try as I might, though, the opportunity never presented itself to slip her one of the pills, and after three weeks I was getting really frustrated. Maybe if I hadn't snuck some of dad's scotch from the bottle he kept under the sink, things would have been different, but I did. I wasn't used to drinking and it hit me pretty good, hard enough to reduce my inhibitions to just about zero, and with that added to my frustration and a massive case of the hornies, I started thinking about mom and the fact that dad was on afternoon shift and wouldn't get home till well after midnight. Mom was only thirty-two, having married dad as soon as she graduated High School and he returned from the Pacific after World War Two. She was good looking with a decent body, and I figured if she didn't remember anything in the morning anyway, it wouldn't really hurt her. The more I thought about it, the stiffer I got, and I finally went downstairs where she was watching the early news on television. I told her I was getting a glass of Coke and asked if she wanted one, and when she said yes, I made up my mind. I put one of the pills in her glass and gave it to her without a second thought.

In around twenty minutes she was getting woozy, and as I watched her, I couldn't help thinking that she had pretty good legs. After half an hour, she seemed to be out of it, just as Rick had said, but I gave it another fifteen minutes just to be sure. When I called to her and she didn't answer, I stood up, walked over to the couch, and sat down next to her. Her eyes were open but glassy, and she didn't really seem to be aware of her surroundings.

"Mom," I said, "are you alright?"

When she didn't reply, I laid my hand on her knee, and when she didn't respond, I began slipping my hand up under the hem of her dress. Her nylons felt smooth and silky, and I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach. She rolled her head a little as I rubbed my hand slowly up and down her thigh, and moaned slightly when I touched her crotch through the silk of her panties. I thought I was going to blow my load in my jeans for a second, but fought down the urge and moved my hand to her breast. Her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as I kneaded the soft mound under my hand but she did nothing else. Now was the time.

I began nuzzling her neck while I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned the top of her dress, then slipped my hand inside and squeezed her tit. The bra she wore was light silk, and I could feel her nipple pressing against my palm through the material. Removing my hand from inside mom's dress, I pulled the top off her shoulders and down her arms to expose her upper body and I felt my heart pounding, as it never had before. The excitement was indescribable! I pulled her arms from the sleeves of the dress and pushed it down around her waist, then put one arm around her and lifted her so I could slip the dress under her hips and down to her knees. Kneeling down in front of the couch, I lifted her legs and slipped the dress over her feet and dropped it on the floor.

Good Lord, I had never seen anything so sexy in my young life! There was my mom, spread out before me wearing nothing but bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels, the white of her lingerie standing out against her tan skin. I moved between her legs and knelt down, rubbing her thigh with my right hand, and fondling her breasts with my left. She looked at me with her glazed eyes and moaned, and I felt as if my cock was going to burst open the zipper of my jeans! Leaning forward, I started licking and kissing her upper body, slowly working my way down over her stomach and to her thighs. Pushing the crotch of her panties aside, I began slowly tonguing her slit. When I found her clit and sucked on it, she whimpered, but did nothing else.

Stripping as fast as I could, I went to the bathroom and put some Vaseline on the head of my dick, then went back to the living room and once more knelt between her legs. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me so her crotch was right at the edge of the couch, pushed her panties aside, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her snatch. The Vaseline made entry easy, and I heard mom moan when I pushed forward and buried my swollen cock inside her. Lord what a feeling to have that velvety soft warmth shrouding my cock! As I slowly stroked my meat in and out of her, I saw her looking at me with those glassy eyes. With a confused look and slurred voice she asked, “What … what are … are you doing?”

"Don't worry, mom, just relax," I told her as I continued slowly fucking her. "Everything's going to be fine."

I kept fucking her, repeatedly sliding my dick almost all the way out of her and then shoving it back in while my hands roamed over her body. I leaned forward and clamped my mouth to hers and she moaned as I forced my tongue into her mouth. I pulled out of her then and moved her off the couch and onto the floor so she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide. I lowered myself on top of her and slid my dick back inside her. Pulling one bra strap from her shoulder to expose her tit, I sucked her nipple into my mouth while I continued fucking her, and I could hear her moan low in her throat.

I shifted to a kneeling position then, lifted her legs and draped them over my arms. I knelt there and let my eyes roam over her body while I repeatedly drove my cock into her. I moved her legs so her knees were over my shoulders and threw all my weight on the back of her legs, bending her double and forcing her thighs against her chest and her knees to either side of her head. I could penetrate her much more deeply in this position and she whimpered each time I slammed into her. I held her head between my hands and kissed her, invading her mouth with my tongue, then looked into her eyes to see her confusion as I continued pounding into her. God what a feeling! My excitement was growing by the second, and I fucked her with ever increasing force. Her feet danced in the air over my head and I could feel her nylon-clad calves brush the sides of my face as I ravished her and she moaned each time I slammed my dick into her.

I could feel it building in the pit of my stomach, the tightening that told me I would soon be dumping my load. Somewhere in her fogged mind Mom must have realized what was happening because she slowly shook her head from side to side and mumbled in her slurred voice, "Not … inside me … Billy. Don't … don’t do it … inside me!"

She might as well have asked me to change the tides or the course of the moon. I was right there and couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to. She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut as my throbbing cock exploded and shot a thick stream of hot cum deep inside her. I kept fucking her, shooting stream after stream into her, filling her with everything that had been building up in me for so long. It felt as if I'd never stop cumming! Finally, after the last of my fluids had drained into her, I let her legs drop to the floor and collapsed on top of her.

I lay on her for quite a while as my cock slowly softened inside of her. After my breathing returned to normal, I pulled out of her, took a cigarette from her pack on the table, lit up, and sat on the couch staring at her on the floor. She didn't try to move, just lay quietly with her legs spread wide and her arms limp beside her, the glazed look still in her eyes. For all I knew, she was already forgetting what I had done to her, if she had ever completely understood in the first place. As I watched, her eyes slowly closed, her lips parted and I realized she had passed out.

Once I finished my cigarette and crushed out the butt in an ashtray, I figured I'd better get her back into her dress. When I knelt down next to her, I saw the crotch of her panties was sopping wet with my cum that had run out of her. Shit! I hadn't figured on that. Hey, I was fourteen and never been laid before, so how was I to know that crap wouldn't stay inside her? Thinking fast, I went to mom and dad's bedroom and got a clean pair of panties, then got a damp washcloth from the bathroom. I unhooked the garters from the tops of mom's nylons, slipped her wet panties off, cleaned her with the washcloth, and then put her soiled panties and the washcloth in the hamper in the bathroom. Once that was done, I put the clean panties on her, refastened the garters to the nylons and lifted her onto the couch. It took a little time, since she was completely out now, but I managed to get her back into her dress, button it up, buckle her belt and lay her out on the couch as if she'd fallen asleep watching television.

Okay, maybe I should have been feeling guilty right then, but I didn't. The truth is I was feeling great and decided to snitch a little more of dad's scotch. I got the drink, sat down in the chair across from mom, and lit another one of her cigarettes. I wasn't really fond of mom's menthol Salem's, but the folks didn't know I smoked, so I couldn't leave a butt from one of my Chesterfields in the ashtray. As I sat there sipping my drink and smoking, I stared at mom lying on the couch. She seemed peaceful, almost angelic to me, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, breathing deeply and regularly in her drug induced sleep. That's when the memory came to me of how she looked without her dress, lying on the floor in her skimpy lingerie, legs spread and ready to be used. As I sat there savoring the vision, I started to get hard again.

Damn! She was still out and I could fuck her another time if I wanted to, but that would mean going through the hassle of cleaning her up again. If I'd known I'd get aroused again so quickly I would have waited to take care of her. My dick was getting stiffer just at the thought of nailing her again and I realized I really wanted to blow another load. I decided to hell with it, stripped off my jeans and skivvies and stepped to the couch. I almost crawled between mom's legs again but then I noticed those full lips of hers, slightly parted, just begging me to use them!

That thought really caused my dick to stand up and I couldn't resist! I knelt on the couch, one leg on either side of her head, and rested my ass on her upper chest. Taking my dick in my hand I began to rub it across her lips and the sight and feel of that made me grow even stiffer as my excitement increased. I slipped the head of my dick into her mouth and watched as her lips reflexively formed themselves around my swollen meat. Grasping her head between my hands, I slowly pulled her toward me, watching as my cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. I moaned in pure pleasure and started moving her head back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down the full length of my cock.

I saw her eyes open then, still glassy and unaware, but she didn't try to resist. She just lay there as I kept moving her head, forcing her mouth to take my cock over and over again. Each time I pulled her toward me I felt my dick almost enter her throat and it took all my willpower to keep from cumming. At one point it felt as if she tried to twist away, but I held on and clamped my thighs to either side of her head. Faster and faster I moved her mouth up and down my cock as my excitement grew. I pulled her face tightly against my abdomen then and held her there, one hand on the back of her head and the other on the back of her neck as I started thrusting my hips, fucking her in the mouth. I could feel my dick start to throb and my balls tighten as I approached orgasm. I crushed her face against me with all my strength and thrust my hips forward one last time, finally forcing my dick into her throat and holding it there. She gagged then and the feeling of her throat constricting around the head of my dick was more than I could stand! I literally exploded, blowing a huge load of cum into her. She didn't even move as I held her face tightly against me with my cock buried in her and shot load after load of thick, warm sperm into her, filling her throat and mouth. Barely conscious, her reflexes took over and she swallowed every last drop I pumped into her. With my balls empty, I kept her face pressed against me and let my dick slowly soften in her mouth. Only then did I release her, allow her head to drop back onto the couch, pull out my dick and climb off of her.

As I stood there looking down at her, she coughed a few times, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tried to sit up and collapsed back onto the couch. Her eyes wandered, as if trying to find something to focus on which would help her grasp what had happened. Then, very slowly, her eyes drifted closed and she was out like a light.

Rick had told me the drugs would wear off in a few hours and I knew dad wouldn't get home for at least another four, so I let mom sleep while I watched television. By the time dad got home, he was able to wake her up and she could navigate under her own power. They both assumed she had simply fallen asleep in front of the TV and never gave it another thought.

I have, though. I've thought about it many times. Like I said, you always remember your first time fondly.

PART II

It was three or four days after I had fucked mom and I was talking to Rick, the guy who gave me the pills. In the course of conversation, he asked if I had the chance to try the drugs on a girl yet. I told him I had, and he got a big kick out of hearing all of the details, although I didn't tell him who my lover was. (I didn't think of mom as a ‘victim' at that time, nor did I consider what I did to be ‘rape'. At that time in my life, I thought rape had to be accompanied by force and violence. Hey, I was fourteen and dumb, okay?) When I finished my tale of sexual conquest, Rick grinned and told me, "Way to go, Bill! I'm proud of you." That did wonders for my ego, since I looked up to Rick as a near god at that time. "I'll give you a couple pieces of advice, though. First, the next time try to get the girl outside. Man, there's nothing so hot as seeing a chick half naked in the great outdoors! Second, try ass fucking her. Talk about a tight fucking lay!"

I'd never thought about anal sex, but I've got to admit the idea appealed to me. "It's good that way, is it?"

"Good? It's fucking great! Just remember to use some Vaseline unless you want to risk damaging her. It makes it feel better for you, too, man."

I mentally filed the information away for future reference and wondered when I'd get the chance to use it. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it.

My chance came three weeks later when dad took off with three of his buddies from work for a weekend fishing trip. Dad loved fishing, and while he often went just for an afternoon, he tried to get in two or three weekend trips each summer. Anyway, dad left Friday after work, and wasn't coming home until Sunday afternoon, so I had plenty of time. Friday night was out, since mom invited three friends over to play bridge, so I had to wait until Saturday. I'll tell you, I got really worked up planning what I was going to do to her. I remembered Rick telling me how great it was in the great outdoors as he put it, and thought about where I could take mom. It wasn't hard to figure out. We lived at the bottom of a dead end street, and from the end of the street to the river three miles away was nothing but woods. A little over a quarter mile from our house was a place in the trees where some of my friends and I would occasionally camp out during the summer, and we kept the weeds and grass cut short for that reason. I figured it would be the perfect place to take mom, and it was.

Saturday passed normally. I cut the grass in the morning and spent the afternoon playing baseball with my buddies while mom did laundry, grocery shopping, and housework. After dinner, we were sitting in the living room watching television, and I decided the time had come. Standing up, I told mom, "I'm going to get a Coke. Do you want one?"

"Thanks, Billy, I'd love one." She always called me Billy, which I hated because it sounded so much like a little kid, but I could never break her of the habit. Fourteen years later, after I had completed four years in the Army Rangers, including a combat tour in Viet Nam, finished college and was married with a kid of my own, she was still calling me Billy.

Anyway, I poured two glasses of Coke from a quart bottle, dropped a pill into moms, and went back to the living room. It took about twenty minutes after finishing her Coke for her to start showing signs of the drug. After half an hour, she was out of it. Since I had done this before, I knew I was safe and didn't hesitate. I stood up, walked over to the couch mom was sitting on, knelt down, and started getting her out of her dress. I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned the top of her dress, and then pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. Pulling the dress under her hips and down her legs, I lifted her feet from the floor, removed the garment and tossed it onto the coffee table.

Let me tell you, she looked great! She wore matching white satin bra and panties, and one of the old style open bottom white girdles with six garters that women wore in the early sixties. She had on tan nylons that clipped to the garters and covered her legs to within two inches of her crotch. He shoes were white open toed high heels with straps around the ankles. I felt my heart pounding and my dick getting hard just looking at her! Glancing out the window, I saw it was just getting dark, and I figured if we went out the backdoor, none of the neighbors would see me leading mom, half naked, into the woods. I took hold of her wrists and pulled, saying, "Come on, mom, stand up."

She came to her feet, wobbly on her high heels, fell against me, and I wrapped my arms around her to give her support. "What are you doing, Billy?" she asked in a slurred voice. She wasn't unconscious, but if you didn't know she had been drugged, you would think she had killed a fifth of Vodka or something; she was that out of it.

"It's okay, mom. I'm right here. Come with me." With my right arm around her waist and my left hand gripping her arm to keep her on her feet, I led her out the back door, down the porch steps and across the yard. Now that we were outside it didn't seem quite so dark and I realized if any neighbors were outside they would be able to see us. I was already committed, though, and continued leading mom toward the woods.

"Where … are we … going?" mom asked in a voice that was barely understandable. Then, as if realizing something was amiss, she looked down at herself, then up at me and asked, "Where's my … my dress, Billy? I don't … don’t have … my dress."

"Don't worry, mom. We're just going for a little walk and you won't need your dress."

It was wild, but she just nodded her acceptance and kept stumbling along beside me. Those pills Rick gave me were dynamite! When we got to the campsite, I told her, "Okay, mom, just lay down here and relax," and she did what I said without question. I looked down at her laying on her back as the clouds caused the moonlight to shift over her body, her hair fanned out around her head and her smooth, pale skin and white bra and girdle standing out against the deep green of the grass.

She watched me with glassy eyes as I stripped as quickly as I could, spread her legs and knelt down between her thighs, my dick rock hard and standing straight out from my body. I lowered myself on top of mom and began nuzzling her neck while my hands roamed over her body. Slipping one bra strap from her shoulder, I exposed her left breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I moved my hand between us, pushed the crotch of her panties aside and began slowly working my finger up inside of her. As she began getting wet, she moaned deep in her throat then managed to say, "You … you shouldn’t … shouldn’t do that … Billy."

"Don't worry, mom," I told her as I grasped my dick and pressed the head against her slit. "Everything's going to be fine."

She moaned as I began entering her and mumbled in her slurred voice, "Don’t … Billy … don't … do this! It’s not … not right." I kept pumping, working myself deeper and deeper into her and when I finally drove the entire length of my swollen cock into her, she closed her eyes and groaned deep in her throat.

She continued moaning as I humped her there in the grass, moving my cock slowly in and out of her. I kissed her then and she didn’t try to stop me as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I fucked her for ten or fifteen minutes before deciding it was time to explore new territories. Pulling out, I moved off of her, grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach. I recovered the small tube of Vaseline from the pocket of my jeans and rubbed some on the head of my dick, all the time gazing at mom lying half naked in the grass. What a rush!

I knelt between her legs and lowered myself onto her back. Grasping my swollen cock I guided it to her asshole and gently pressed against her. Although the Vaseline helped, she was still tighter than hell and I had to really push to get the head of my dick to enter her. I could see her face in profile and saw her brow furrow and her eyes squeeze shut as a high-pitched, "nnuuuuhh" sound escaped from her throat. She started squirming beneath me as I forced more of my cock into her bowels and as I fucked my way deeper into her she began muttering, "What ... what are you ... doing? What ... are you … doing to me?" I continued pumping my way deeper into her and when I finally reared back and drove my full length into her, her body went rigid, her head snapped back and she cried out, "Oh, God!"

She collapsed in the grass, her whole body trembling as I put my full weight on her back and slowly moved my cock in and out of her bowels. God, she was so tight! It felt like heaven to be buried in her ass and just when I thought nothing could feel so good her sphincter muscles began contracting around my cock, over and over, trying to force it out of her. It felt as if her bowels were milking my dick! I was becoming more excited by the second and my pace increased, driving into her with faster and faster strokes. She whimpered and made little groaning sounds each time I drove into her and her breathing seemed to be ragged. I was really pile driving her now, ramming into her as fast and as hard as I could. I heard her mutter, "Hurts. It ... hurts. Too ... too ... hard! Please ... not so ... not so hard!"

I felt my balls tighten and my dick begin to throb. I just couldn't hold out anymore. I drove my cock as far into her as I could and held it there, impaling her as I exploded inside of her, flooding her bowels with cum. She tensed, her body quivering, and she let out a long, low moan as she felt the warmth spreading through her insides, filling her as I shot load after load into her. When I had finally drained the last of my fluids into her, I collapsed on her back and lay there, enjoying the feeling of slowly softening inside her. I could feel her body relax underneath me and heard her breathing return to normal.

After several minutes I pulled my cock out of her ass, stood up and stepped to where my clothes lay in a pile. I fished a Chesterfield out of my shirt pocket, lit up, sat down and leaned against a tree to relax. I watched as mom very slowly and with great difficulty managed to roll over onto her back. I stared at her lying in the grass and saw her glassy eyes slowly drift closed. After a bit, her breathing became deep and regular and I knew she had either gone to sleep or passed out.

Once I finished my cigarette and crushed out the butt, I realized the sight of her lying nearly naked in the grass with the moonlight reflecting off her body was having an effect on me. I was getting another hard-on and I saw no reason to waste it. The only question in my mind was should I crawl between her legs and dump a load in her pussy or should I dump it in her mouth. Well, I'd already been in her pussy that night, even though I didn't dump a load in it, so I decided to go for her mouth, but in such a way that I could see that luscious body of hers.

I rolled up my shirt and jeans, lifted her head and put the bundle under her neck. When I lowered her head, the bundle supported her neck and her head draped over it, the top of her head just touching the grass. This also caused her mouth to open. Perfect! I moved above her and knelt down in the grass so she was spread out before me. I shifted forward so my knees were on either side of her shoulders, grasped my stiffening dick and slid it into her mouth.

I took her face in my hands and started to slowly fuck her mouth as I let my eyes roam over her body, from her well-formed tits all the way down her long, shapely legs. There is just something so arousing about a woman outside in skimpy lingerie. She looks so helpless, so vulnerable. I reached forward with both hands and gently massaged her breasts while I continued stroking my cock in and out of her mouth, moving my hips with a slow, constant rhythm. As my excitement increased, I grabbed her face again and started pumping in earnest. I was pushing into her as deeply as I could now and I heard her moan each time I pushed into her throat. It was all too much for me and I lost all control, blowing a long stream of cum into her throat. Over and over I shot into her and I could feel the warmth of my cum surrounding my cock as it filled moms' mouth. I felt her throat constrict and saw a gentle rippling in her stomach muscles that told me she was swallowing everything I pumped into her. I began trembling then as the last of my fluids drained into her. By the time I was done, I felt as if I would collapse myself!

I sat in the moonlight, looking at mom and smoking another cigarette. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was pushing eleven o'clock and I figured I'd better get mom home. I still had to clean her up, put fresh panties on her and get her back into her dress before laying her out on the couch. I got dressed myself, then shook mom until she was partially awake. Helping her to her feet and once more supporting her, I guided her back toward the house.

As I said, mom was dressed in bra, panties, girdle, nylons, and high heels; nothing else. Let me tell you, if you have never walked outside with a woman so dressed, find a way to do it! You won't regret it because it is absolutely amazing how arousing it can be! It's much more than just the helplessness and vulnerability of her looks that I mentioned earlier. There's also that hint of danger about it because there's always the chance you might be seen! Talk about a turn on! By the time we got home again I was just about ready for another round!

I helped mom up the steps and onto the porch, then laid her down on the wooden floor. Kneeling between her thighs, I lifted her legs and put her calves on my shoulders, then pushed the crotch of her panties aside and slid my cock into her. I slowly rubbed her nylon-encased legs with both hands, my eyes roaming over her face and upper body while I knelt there and rocked forward and back, moving my cock in and out of her. She moaned each time I pushed into her and my heart began pounding. I glanced around and could see the houses of the neighbors, lights still showing in the windows. If any of them looked out, would they be able to see us on the porch? Would they be able to tell what I was doing to mom? The hint of danger in itself was arousing and I felt my balls tighten. I wrapped my arms around moms' legs and hugged them tightly to my chest as I lost control and began pumping cum into her cunt. I could feel the warmth filling her, surrounding my cock as I continued humping her until my balls were drained. Okay, I'd already popped twice that night and I'm not Superman, so it wasn't a massive orgasm, but it sure as hell felt good to me!

Once I was finished, I got mom into the house, cleaned her up, got her dress back on her and made her comfortable on the couch. When she did wake up around two AM, she was still groggy and assumed, as I knew she would, that she had fallen asleep watching television. She kissed me goodnight on the cheek and stumbled off to bed while I went out on the porch to have a smoke. I looked at the moon and stars, the dark forms of clouds slowly drifting overhead, and felt the cool breeze. Man, there's nothing like the great outdoors.

POST SCRIPT

A little short of ten months after I raped mom the first time, we welcomed an addition to the family. Cindy is my little sister and a real treasure. She's always idolized her big brother and for my part, I love her with all my heart. Despite the age difference, we've always been very close, and when she was young I got a big kick out of taking her to carnivals, movies, and things like that. I'd get two or three letters a week from her when I was in Nam, and after she grew up, I served as Best Man at her wedding. (Okay, before anyone asks, the answer is NO! I never laid a hand on Cindy. I'm not THAT fucking sick!) Anyway, I know dad banged mom a hell of a lot more than I did, so the odds are he's the one who knocked her up. Still, every now and then I have to wonder; Is Cindy my sister, or my daughter? Guess that's one of life's little mysteries to which I'll never have the answer.

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