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2003-07-14
Mom worked as a secretary at a law firm in town. Although she too wore clothes donated to her by her sisters, she always dressed well and looked fabulous. I think it was my mom who made the clothes look good rather than the other way around, but everyone agreed she was a knockout. She was about as tall as me, five-six or so, and her bras, according to the tags on them, were 34B. In those days of skirts below the knee, I was probably one of very few people who knew what great legs she had because I’d see her in shorts when she puttered in the yard, although she’d never wear shorts in public. Anyway, she looked so good when she was dressed up there was a persistent neighborhood rumor that she spent freely on herself while keeping me in ill-fitting, out-of-style clothes. That simply wasn’t true. If she bought herself something at the local thrift shop, she considered it an absolute luxury. Besides, she had to look good on the job. And she did look good. I didn’t realize how good until I was twelve or so, about the time my hormones started to rage at the sight of the budding lasses in my class. I knew none of them would ever give me the time of day, so I imagined what it would be like to be the man of the house with Mom as my mate. It was easy to do. After all, she was my best and only friend. Maybe it was that fantasy that led me to take on whatever jobs a pre-teen could find, things like cleaning yards, shoveling snow, raking leaves, anything to bring in a few bucks. Pretty soon I had a reputation among the neighborhood adults as a responsible, hard-working kid, and nothing could make me prouder than giving Mom the few bucks I accumulated by the end of each week.
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She made a big deal out of my contribution, and really made me feel like I had some worth to somebody. When I was fourteen I applied for a job at ‘Doc’ Carmody’s drugstore. He wasn’t a doctor, just a phramacist, but everybody called him Doc, even the real doctors. There was a ‘Help Wanted’ sign in the window, and when he had a lull in filling prescriptions, I presented myself. Doc was one of my regular snow-shoveling customers, so he knew me, and despite my being underage, he hired me, telling me he’d pay me cash every Friday rather than put me on the payroll. It was a good job and Doc was an easygoing guy to work for. I stocked shelves, delivered prescriptions on my bike, swept up, helped customers find what they were looking for, that sort of thing. Doc’s wife handled the cash register and Doc himself worked in the back of the store in a cubicle behind a chest-high counter. I was absolutely forbidden to ever go into that cubicle unless Doc himself invited me in, which he did from time to time. I liked it a lot when I was invited in to watch him work. There were lots of interesting things there besides drugs. In the cubicle were kept the condoms and suppositories people inserted in their rectums to relieve the pain and itching of hemorrhoids. Doc patiently explained whateverything was and why people bought them, and in that way filled at least part of the shoes of a dad. He gave me rudimentary lectures on the various types of drugs, what they did, why real doctors would prescribe them, and what side effects they had. Narcotics were kept locked in a safe to which only he and his wife had the combination.
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Doc told me how state investigators came in unannounced to make sure that everything involved with the narcotics matched up with his records. A whole lot of the drugs, he explained, should not be ingested if the patient is drinking alcohol because the side effect was drowsiness, and having someone fall asleep at the wheel of their car wasn’t a good thing. Well, what with my fantasy of being the man of the house, my interest was indeed piqued. Usually on Fridays Mom would have a small bottle of wine with our dinner. If I could dissolve a pill in her glass. . . But, like I said, Doc had all the good stuff in the safe, and he never opened it when I was in the cubicle. At the same time, I became obsessed with what I could do if Mom fell into a deep sleep. At fourteen I couldn’t imagine much more than opening her blouse and touching her bra and breasts, but that was enough for any number of fantasies. I knew I’d never get my hands on what I wanted, but nonetheless I asked Doc all about dosages, the length of time drugs took to work, how long side effects lasted, that sort of thing. Doc loved being a teacher and soon called me his apprentice. My chance to get some of the pills I thought would work best came in a few weeks. I opened most regular deliveries, checked everything off on the packing list, and got the stuff on the shelves as part of my routine. Deliveries of drugs were handled exclusively by Doc.
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One Friday morning Doc was out attending a seminar on new drugs coming on the market, when a drug delivery came in. I signed the receipt that it had been received, and asked Doc’s wife where I should put the boxes. She said she had no idea of how to handle a delivery and that I should do what I thought was best. I suggested I open each carton and check the delivery against the packing slip the way I always did. That would at least save Doc some time when he came back. And so I found myself in the cubicle alone, recognizing many of the drugs as I checked them in. And then I saw three huge bottles, each holding nearly five hundred pills of just what I thought would put Mom to sleep for the night. There weren’t safety seals on the pill bottles back then, so I took two pills and put them in my pocket. I also did something I had never done before. I stole a cheap Polaroid camera and a couple of rolls of film. I got home just when Mom pulled into the driveway that Friday night, and my cock started getting hard when I carried in a few bags of groceries, one of which held the weekly bottle of wine. Mom had that end-of-the-week weary look, although she was happy to see me. She looked especially good that day, with her make-up just so and the smell of her perfume still noticeable. Well, to make a long story short, after dinner I decided to pretend to be her wine steward like I had seen in old movies on TV.
Draping a dishcloth over my forearm, I affected a terrible French accent and offered to pour her a glass of wine.
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When I held out the screwtop for her to sniff before decanting, she started laughing so had that she never saw that I opened the two capsules and spilled them into the glass before I poured. From what I had learned from Doc, the two side effects would be extreme drowsiness even without any alcohol and a degree of forgetfulness of anything other than a deep sleep. The effects would come slowly over a few hours, in less than two if alcohol was consumed. It worked perfectly. In a about a half hour Mom was slightly slurring her words and laughing at almost any little thing. In an hour she was having trouble keeping her eyes open while we watched TV. At about an hour and a half she was yawning so much she said she was heading off to be. Mom just made it, When I looked in a half hour later, she was sprawled across the bed she once shared with my dad. She had all her clothes on-- her skirt and blouse and who knew what she had on beneath that. “Mom?” I said. And again a little louder. No response. I shook her slightly, then harder. Still no response. Mom was out like a light.
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This was the moment of truth, but I didn’t hesitate a second. I rolled her onto her back and felt her breasts. This was the day of the cone bra, and she had her small breasts jutting upward as far as they could. My cock was stiff as steel as I slowly opened her blouse. She wore a white underwire bra, that fully encased her breasts. The material was lacey and thin enough that I could see the pink of her nipples. When her blouse was halfway unbuttoned, I pulled the top open and kissed her bra cups. When Mom still didn’t move, I finally felt safe and actually gently bit her nipples, which immediately became erect. I lost my hardon when Mom moaned and twisted slightly, but her eyes remained closed. I took my first Polaroid picture of my mother with her blouse open and her bra exposed. I knew the chances of my getting any more capsules were slim to none, so I wanted a record of this night, something to jerk off to when it was all over. I took my pants and underwear off and finished unbuttoning Mom’s blouse, which was still tucked into her tight-waisted skirt. I kissed and licked her bra and then kissed my way down to her belly button. I had no idea what I was doing, but the sight of her bra and soft skin got me to stroking my cock, and when I came I shot my ropey load onto her belly, forming a small pool of cum on her belly. I took two more shots of that with my camera.
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By then the first picture had developed itself. I lay the two new ones next to it on her bureau. Then I mopped up my cum with a pair of soiled panties I found on the floor. Next was Mom’s skirt, which fastened high on the right side. I undid the button on top, then slid the zipper down so the waist fell loose enough for me to pull the skirt down her hips. Pantyhose was still new in those days, an extravagance in our life style, so as I tugged the skirt down I saw Mom wore white panties and a garter belt to hold her stockings high up on her thighs. When her skirt was down to ker knees, I clicked another picture and put it on the bureau. And then I took her skirt off completely, leaving Mom in her open blouse and her very sexy undies. I kissed Mom on the lips and told her how much I loved her as I felt her up. I stroked and squeezed her breasts and then lt my hand slide down her slim belly and onto her lacey panties. Instinctively I rubbed her pussy and felt her squirm and make little noises while I did it. I held my hand on her crotch and could feel the warmth that radiated from her cunt. I didn’t realize I was humping her stocking-clad thigh until I came on her again, my cum this time spurting onto her upper thigh, between the top of her stockings and the crotch of her panties. Click! Three more pictures from various angles. I arranged the self-developing photos carefully on the bureau to maximize space available for them to dry.
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Back to Mom. I lay back down next to my unconscious mother and kissed her on the lips while squeezing her nipples gently. I put my hand back on her hot cunt, then slid it under her panties so my fingers ran through her pussy hair. Outside of breasts, I didn’t know a damned thing about a woman’s body, so I used Mom as my opportunity to explore and experiment. I had learned that manipulating her nipples made her moan-- or, rather, coo small noises that made me believe she liked it. But that small reveleation didn’t prepare me for her reaction when I slid my middle finger down her slit, over her clit, and into her wet cunt. I pulled her panties down to her ankles and spread Mom’s legs. I kissed and licked the outside of her cunt, then let my tongue penetrate her lips so I could taste her wetness. When I licked her clit, I could feel her entire body respond, and when I sucked it and pulled at it with my lips, she started pumping her hips, rubbing her cunt up and down on my face. All I could do was hang on for dear life until every muscle in her body tightened and she let out a low moan. I straddled her knees and stroked my cock, aiming at her cunt until I shot yet another load on my mother. I cleaned my cum off her again and rolled her into various positions so that I could get more photos and also hump my naked cock against her breasts, thighs, ass, and pussy. Each time I came as hard as the first, though the output of my cum dwindled. Inexperienced as I was, I wondered whether I was using up a lifetime-limited reservoir of cum and if I’d even need those pictures because I wouldn’t be able to get hard again. In the meantime, each time I’d come, I’d click a few pictures and find myself hard as a rock within a few minutes.
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Hard or not, I didn’t stop feeling up and stripping my mother. Nothing in my life had been as exciting as this. Her bra fastened in the front, so the cups fell to either side when I opened it, finally revealing her naked breasts. This time I held the camera while I straddled her chest and rubbed my cock across her erect nipples. The picture captured not just my cock on her breasts, but also the hint of a dreamy smile as I started thrusting my cock between them. This time my cum shot high on her throat and down her chest and on her breasts. Click, click, and click! The top of Mom’s bureau was becoming cluttered with developing and developed photos. I pulled Mom by her feet so she was in the middle of the bed and put her on her right side so I could lie next to her and rub my cock on her face. At this point I was getting tired, my cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, but I was obsessed with continuing my photographic record. Finally I held Mom’s nose for a moment until she had to breath through her mouth. When her lips parted slightly, I pushed my cock into her mouth. Nothing could have prepared me for the dual sensation of fucking Mom’s mouth. Simultaneously I was assaulted by the vision of my cock sliding between Mom’s lips and by the warm, wetness of her mouth and tongue. Because I had cum so many times before, I was able to mouth-fuck my mother for a good fifteen minutes, with short breaks for picture-taking, before finally shooting a valiant load of my hot cum into her mouth. As my cock went limp, cum oozed from the corner of Mom’s lips.
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Click! I rolled her onto her back and watched the cum ooze down both her cheeks. Click! I held her nose briefly again and got so see my cum on her teeth and pooled on her tongue. Click! Click! Click!It was nearly midnight when I closed the door to Mom’s room. I had cleaned my cum off her with a few pair of her panties, and those I put directly in the washer, where she would be less likely to notice them. I could never get her clothes back on her, so all I could do was hope she’d think she managed to undress herself just that far before she fell asleep. I took the camera and photos and stashed them in the secret corner of my closet. The next day, Saturday, we had breakfast together and Mom seemd quite normal. Our Saturday ritual was my going to work at Doc’s for the morning and Mom cleaning the house. The afternoon was when we did major shopping at the supermarket, and Saturday evenings we’d watch whatever movie was on TV. Well, nothing was normal when I got home after work that afternoon. As soon as I walked in the door Mom slapped me hard in the face. “Mom!” I cried out, my hand on my stinging cheek. “William J. Foster,” she said, knowing that calling me by my full name spelled big trouble, “suppose you explain those to me!” She pointed to the coffee table in front of the sofa where my polaroids were neatly arranged much as they had been last night on her bureau. Mom grabbed my ear and forcefully led me to the sofa.
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Despite my stinging cheek and aching ear lobe, the sight of those pictures of Mom turned me on. I was in a rotten position-- I couldn’t think of what to say to Mom and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide my raging boner for much longer. “I’m waiting, William,” Mom said. I remained silent. “I am really, really disappointed in you, William. I never, ever expected my own son would do those things to me and TAKE FUCKING PICTURES!” Mom slapped me again. “I’m sorry, Mom, I really am,” I stammered, starting to cry. “Not as sorry as you’re going to be, you little pervert. ”I could hardly breathe. My whole world had been turned upside down. I wanted to explain to Mom that she was the only person in the world that I loved, that nobody else in the world gave two damns if I lived or died. Last night it just didn’t seem wrong-- I mean, didn’t I kiss her and tell her I loved her? And didn’t I mean it?I tried telling Mom that, but didn’t get far. “Oh, so you told me you love me, and that makes it all better, huh?” Mom was having none of it. “How the FUCK should I know that when I was knocked out? How did you do it, Bill? Slip something from Doc’s in my wine?”I nodded in the affirmative. I don’t think I had ever heard Mom use the F-word.
Not ever. “Well, Billy, you just sit there and study your filthy photos and think about how you’re truthfully going to explain to me what was on your dirty little mind. In the meantime, I have more cleaning to do-- and, yes, I found my panties in the washer with your cum all over them. ” Off she went upstairs where I could hear her banging things in her room. So I sat there looking at the photos and rubbing my cock through my pants until I came in my shorts. Mom came back down after fifteen or so minutes and sat on the loveseat on the other side of the table. “Well?” Mom waited expectantly. So I told her the truth, all of it, that my life sucked, I had no friends, no girl would even look at me without a sneer, that Mom was like a goddess to me because she loved me, and all I had wanted to do was love her back in a sort of more meaningful way. It was wrong, wrong, wrong, and I was big-time sorry. I told her I couldn’t erase what had happened and that I’d pack a bag and leave town so she’d never have to look at my face again. By the time I finished I was blubbering like a baby. “Oh, Billy, come here,” Mom said, patting on the loveseat. I sat next to her and cried on her shoulder until her blouse was damp with my tears. “Mom, I’m so sorry, I really am. But-- it sounds so stupid now-- I didn’t see it as wrong.
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If only I had thought about what I was doing, but I didn’t. It’s just what I saw. ”“And what you saw was me, huh? Couldn’t keep it in your pants because your old Mom’s so hot?”There was no mistaking the sarcasm in her voice, but still I nodded because what she said was exactly right. “You have to answer some questions now, Bill. ” Mom’s voice was hard. “Did you rape me? Put your penis inside me between my legs?”I shook my head. “Why did you take the pictures?”“Um, because I wanted to look at them after. I mean, I knew it wouldn’t happen again. ”Mom sighed loudly while shaking her head. “Have you shown these pictures to anyone else? Does anyone else know about this?”“No, Mom, I would never tell about this. I’m not proud of it. Besides, nobody talks to me anyway. ”“I have to think about this, Bill. You know I have to deal with you. ”I nodded and muttered, “Yeah.
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”Suddenly she stood and grabbed my ear again, this time leading me upstairs and to her room. “Sit on my bed,” she commanded. “And take off your pants. And your underwear. ”I did what I was told and felt stupid as my cock pointed straight up. “Look at me, Bill. ”I looked at Mom in her shorts and sleeveless blouse. I didn’t even realize my hand was on my cock and starting to stroke. “Get your hand off your cock, Billy. Now tell me, did you have fun last night?”I nodded. “What did you like the best of all the dirty things you did to me?”I mumbled unintelligibly. “Speak up, Bill. Tell me. ”“Um, oh, Mom, I can’t tell you that. ” I started to cry again.
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“You can’t tell me what you liked best of all the dirty things you actually DID to me?”I shook my head. I felt so small and stupid. “Did you like stroking your boner and cumming on me?”I nodded. “Did you like taking my clothes off?”I kept nodding. “I see from the pictures that you like rubbing your cock on my nipples. Is that right, Bill?”Still nodding, I started rubbing my cock. “Let go of your cock when I’m talking to you, Bill. Now, did you put your finger between my legs?”And then something happened that never happened before. In fact I didn’t think it could happen. Without touching my cock, I started to cum, huge spurts of my white juice shooting on the carpet near Mom’s feet. “Feel better now, Bill?”“Yes, Mom. ”Mom went to her bureau, opened a drawer, and pulled out a worn pair of panties, then sat next to me and wiped my cock clean. I was instantly hard again. Now Mom’s hand stroked my with her panties. “Billy, what you did last night was very bad.
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You should never take advantage of a girl like that. What you did was unforgivable. ”“I’m sorry, Mom, really. ”She kept stroking. “If only you had let me know, Bill. Look, I know life isn’t easy for you-- or me, for that matter. It’s different for me, I’ve got those men in the office who’d give their left arms to do what you did, but I haven’t dated because I’ve wanted to be here for you. ”“Thanks, Mom. ” What the fuck was going on?“So maybe we can make things right if we try it again with both of us awake, huh?”I couldn’t believe my ears. I kissed Mom on the lips again and she kissed me back, her tongue pushing out and into my mouth untl we fenced with each other. I put my hand on her breast and I heard that little cooing noise when I squeezed gently. Mom kept stroking my cock while I unbuttoned her blouse and felt her bra. Mom broke the kiss and stopped stroking. She stripped the blouse entirely and asked, “Why didn’t you put your cock in me last night?”“I don’t know why, Mom. I guess it just didn’t seem right.
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” We both laughed at that. “So what did you like best about last night, Bily. What did you make me do that you liked the best?”I looked down again and stammered, “Your mouth, Mom. ”“You cheated your self last night, Billy. Did you like fucking my mouth?”I couldn’t believe any of this. “Yeah, Mom, I did. ”“Well, now you’re going to find out what it’s like when my mouth fucks you. ” With that, Mom knelt in front of me and kissed the head of my stiff cock, rubbing its length along her cheek while she kissed and licked its length. All I could do was watch and moan. “You can touch me while I suck your cock, Bill,” Mom said as she took the tip of my boner between her lips, swirling her tongue over it as she took more and more into her warm, wet mouth. I reached down between my legs and rubbed her breast, pushing her bra cup down so her nipple was exposed. Without missing a beat while her head bobbed over my cock, Mom reach behind her and unsnaped her bra. She shrugged it off so bother her breasts were there for me to feel. “Um, Mom, um, I’m gonna cum, I can’t help it. ”She straightened up, her hand gently pumping my cock, aiming it toward her breasts.
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“Isn’t it better when I do it instead of you, Bill?”My reply came with the hardest cum I’ve ever had. My first ropeline went across Mom’s nose, the second on her lips and chin, and the last three landed on her chest and breasts. Mom quickly sucked my cock clean, and licked her lips while she rubbed my cum all over her chest and nipples. “I have to clean up a little, but I’ll be right back, Bill. Will you wait here for me?”Wide-eyed, I could only nod. I heard the water running in the bathroom sink and the rustle of clothes, and then Mom came back wearing only a pair of panties. “These are the panties you cleaned me off with last night,” Mom said, her hand going inside to her pussy. “Maybe you can help me off with them and show me how much you really love me. ”Did I ever tell you that I have the best Mom in the world?The end. .
