First Time Motherfucker

This story is true. It’s about the first time I fucked my mother. I’ve fucked her periodically ever since. During my growing up, we only did it a few times (I think she was ashamed). I am now in my thirties and married, and live far away from her now, but when I visit, we try to steal a few hours alone away from my wife. As an adult, the sex I have with mommy is the nastiest, and we’ve tried every deviation imaginable.

When I was ten years old, my mother quit her occupation, and stayed home with me during the day while my dad worked. During those days, she would drink Gallo jug wine and cheap beer. By noon she would be smashed.

My mother was, (and still is) a gorgeous woman. She had small to medium tits with eraser tip nipples, and a snatch covered with black hair. She used to let me watch her dress and take a bath. She seemed to take great delight in parading in front of me topless, wearing only high, see-through lacy panties. When I seemed to enjoy the show, she promptly covered up.

She used to show me my dad’s Playboys, and would comment on the women. A few times I caught her touching herself, while “reading them” in her bedroom. These events didn’t seem accidental. She WANTED ME TO SEE HER NAKED AND LEWD. One day I asked her if I could see her twat and she smacked my face and spanked me. She got “risky” and violent when she drank, and her private shows were used as a prelude to sex with my dad. I used to hear her as my dad fucked her: “I want to suck it daddy. Fuck me. Her voice was so nasty. I would rub my boner against the sheets as he pounded her.

One day, I woke my mom at nine-thirty in the morning as she asked. She turned from her slumber and mumbled something, and stretched her arms out to me. She slept nude, and she smelled musky. She pulled away the covers and said, Jerome lay in bed with mommy for a minute.

I was shocked and titillated. I was only wearing a robe and jockey shorts, and, although I was only ten, my dick was larger than most boys my age, and my instant erection was visible. I said, “okay” and climbed in. As I did, she managed to work my robe off.

She cuddled me in her arms, her tits against my face. She moved her leg over me and ground her moist, warm snatch into my leg. I lay still, not knowing how to react. Her hand ran down my body, and stopped over my underwear, and on my erection. She acted like she was sleeping as she began to stroke me.

I put my hands around mommy’s perfect ass and pulled her closer. She humped my leg faster and harder as she tightened her grip and stroked me harder and faster. She was hurting me and her face winced, but she didn’t open her eyes. She grunted, but didn’t cry out. Faster, faster, she humped until, at once, she slammed her cunt with one final thrust, and came all over my knee.

She sat up, and said: “What are you doing?” and pushed me out of the bed. Bewildered I got up as she screamed at me. I ran to my room, figuring I’d stay out of her way. The smell of her juice on my leg was like nectar, and I rubbed it on my prick.

Around noon, mommy was taking a bath. She closed the bathroom door, and I could hear the water running and her splashing. She called to me, so I opened the door and saw her. She was lying in the tub, with her legs spread across the edges. “Will you wash my back?” “Sure” I emphatically replied.

By now I had my clothes on, and I bent down to scrub her when she said in a drunken stupor, “Not with your clothes on. Get in the tub with mommy.” With that, she unzipped my fly and grabbed my cock, which of course was erect, and flicked her tongue on the end.

“Mommy’s gonna suck her boy’s dick”, she said, proud of her bravado. I had never felt anything like the sensation of my mother’s lips around my penis. She pulled me into the water and French kissed me. The odor of cheap wine was intoxicating to me. “Suck mommy’s titties,” she said, and so I did. It felt so natural.

The bathtub was confining, so we stood up, she dried me quickly, and led me into the bedroom. She was so drunk, that she stumbled and I helped her onto the bed. She laid spread eagle, and she began to stroke her clit. “Lick me here” mommy said.

I hesitated, and she pulled my face into her crotch, and said, “LICK.” I started to lick, and her voice got low and growling lick mommy, oh yes…lick my cunt you little bastard…mommy’s cumming in your mouth…yes. Yes lick me, bastard.” Her hips rose, and she pulled my head hard into her clit. She screamed out as she came.

She wasn’t done yet, and she pulled me onto her. “Now stick it in. Stick it in mommy. Come on, put your dick inside of mommy.” Her cunt was so wet, and my dick slid right in. Again, it felt so natural, pumping my mother. She got louder and her talk got nastier. “Mommy loves you…fuck me! FUCK ME!! Your little dick is so fucking hard in mommies twat…fuck that cunt…fuck it!!” Mommy was in frenzy and grabbed my ass. She slammed my small body into her and grunted like a pig: “Ugh…ugh…. ugh…ugh.ugh.ugh” as she came again. I could feel her spasms around my dick.

Quickly, she turned on all fours, and wanted me to fuck her like a dog. I saw myself in the mirror, a little boy screwing his mother. I remember how her tits wagged back and forth as I rode her. “Ride mommy…yes. Ride mommy. Do you like riding mommy? Do you like fucking mommy?” she asked as she saw the reflection. I didn’t say anything, but kept going until she came for a third time.

She fell onto the bed asleep. I left her there; legs spread, and went outside. That night, she had sex with my dad that seemed louder and longer than ever before. We never discussed it until years later, even though she seduced me after that.