That’s Not Appropriate!

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Note: This is a total work of fiction and a product of my own imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Background

My name is Josh. My Dad was in the military and so consequently we moved around a lot. As an only child our family was extremely close. All our moving resulted in my attending all kinds of school systems all over the world. Somehow, at some point, I seemed to have lost a grade which resulted in my turning eighteen in my junior year of high school. During my senior year, my father was deployed overseas on an unaccompanied year long tour. My mother and I moved into a very nice house in a quiet neighborhood while Dad was away.

My mother was a very caring and loving woman who, no matter where we happened to be stationed, strived to make our home as comfortable as possible. She was a prim and proper, attractive 5’5″ woman with a shapely hour-glass figure. She had wavy brown hair with bright hazel eyes. I never really knew her measurements, but I knew from reading a tag on one of her brassieres that she was a 36D. One time my dad had even commented that a model in one of his ‘Playboy’ magazines had a figure just like mom’s and yeah, we could all see the resemblance.

Soon after my dad deployed, things slowly, but surely, began to change. We had always been extremely relaxed in what we wore around the house and it wasn’t unusual for us to lounge around in just our underwear. I would generally just wear either a pair of jockey shorts or boxers and a tee shirt. Mom rarely wore a bra in the house, and usually wore loose fitting shirts, pullovers or more times than not, just one of my dad’s old tee shirts, along with a pair of panties. Her swaying, jiggling boobs were a constant distraction for me.

One night while asleep in my bedroom, I usually slept in the nude, I was shocked to find my mother curled up next to me in my bed! I nudged her awake asking “Mom, what’s going on?!? Are you okay?!?”

She woke up a little groggy “Aaah, oooh baby, I’m sorry…it’s just that I miss your dad so much and I’ve been feeling so lonesome in that big bed. I just wanted to be next to you so that I wouldn’t feel so alone. I thought I could wake up earlier than you and sneak back into my room before you woke up. I’ll go back now,” she said.

“Mom, I don’t mind at all, in fact, I’m glad I can help you feel better. It’s just that my bed is kinda narrow for two people. If you’re feeling lonely, all you need to do is let me know. I can just as easily sleep in your bed as well as my own. Would you like me to join you now?”

“I think I’d like that,” she said.

“Okay, just give me a minute to find something to put on.”

“Hmmmm,” she seemed to ponder the issue for a moment “yeah, I guess so, go ahead if you’ll feel more comfortable.”

I was a little puzzled by that, but went ahead and pulled on some undershorts. We crawled into bed together, and with the exception of my ever present erection, all we ever did was occasionally cuddle. At first I just slept in her bed once or twice a week, then it was three to four times a week, and before I knew it, it had grown into a regular every night occurrence. Mom usually just went to bed wearing one of my dad’s undershirts and a pair of panties, however I couldn’t help but notice that on occasion, she didn’t wear any panties at all. I thought that maybe she liked the way my hand would always seem to linger on her smooth bum on those nights. I do know that whether it was intentional or not, it was the ultimate tease and I would go half crazy wanting to explore her body! On more than one occasion I’d have to get up to go back into my own bedroom or the bathroom to jack off.

One of those times, around three o’clock in the morning, I was so worked up that I snuck back into my own bed to beating off. I was laying on my back fantasizing about my mom. As I stroked myself, I sensed that I wasn’t alone. I glanced over and I saw my mom peeking at me from around the door. I instinctively covered my self up while sitting up, “MOM!” I croaked, “What are you doing?!?”

“I felt you get up, and wanted to make sure you’re alright,” she whispered as she slowly entered my room and sat down next to me. “It wasn’t my intention to embarrass you and I don’t want you to feel ashamed. Masturbating is a perfectly natural thing to do…everybody does it.”

“Yeah, but they usually do it in private,” I added.

“Yes, I’ll admit, that is the norm, but it doesn’t have to be that way, it’s just that when most people masturbate, it’s because they get the urge to have sex when they don’t have a partner to participate with them. But you know, masturbation is a wonderful and acceptable form of sexual relief, also, there’s no reason why someone can’t masturbate with another person. That’s called ‘mutual masturbation.'” She explained.

“Would you masturbate with me.” I asked.

“I don’t think that that’s an appropriate question to ask your mother!” She scolded.

“You’re ataşehir escort the one who came in here while I was jacking off and brought up the subject!” I countered, “So I think that was only a natural assumption.”

“Well, mister, don’t get smart with me, and I’m sorry if I’ve mislead you, that certainly wasn’t my intention.

“So, Mom, Have you ever done that…I mean masturbated with someone else?” I asked.

“Josh, again, I don’t know if that’s a question you should be asking your mother,” she said blushing and turning away.

“I only ask because you seemed to know an awful lot about it, that’s all…” I muttered.

“Well, those are tales for another time,” then in an attempt to change the subject she asked, “So, are we good? Are you feeling better?”

“Well, I guess…but I could still use some privacy. I’m still feeling the need to finish what I was doing…if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, sure son, I’m sorry,” she said as she jumped up and closed my bedroom door behind her on way out. I couldn’t help but feel a little pissed off and confused as I finished jacking off. What the heck was that all about I thought; interrupting me, giving me this talk about masturbation and then just leaving me literally sitting here holding my dick. I stayed in my room that night, and went back to sleeping in my own bed every night thereafter.

Finally, about a week or so later, I was sitting on the sofa watching television when Mom came in carrying an ice cold six pack of beer. She handed me one and grabbed one for herself as she sat down right next to me. She was wearing an old, worn flannel shirt and her cotton panties.

“Thanks mom, this is unexpected,” I said. Although I was nearly nineteen, I’d been drinking at home for several years. We occasionally lived places where the drinking water’s safety was often questionable, and so I’d sometimes drink beer, because it was safer. Now it was just something I just did.

After a few minutes Mom broke the ice asking, “Josh, can we talk, it seems you’ve been kind of distant the past few days, is anything wrong?”

I explained my frustration from the incident the week before and how I felt it might be better if we kept our sleeping arrangements separate, at least for the time being.

Mom listened and heard me out, then quietly responded, “God knows Josh, it was NEVER my intention to tease or frustrate you. Now, I realized how stupid and wrong I’ve been! I fully understand what you’re saying and I feel like a complete moron! Since I’m your mother, it just NEVER crossed my mind that we would…that we could, do such a thing!

“Mom, I think about you all the time. I know it’s not appropriate, but I do. I can’t help it.

But when you came in and caught me in the act, and made a point of sitting on my bed and talking about mutual masturbation, what was I suppose to think?!? I was already aroused and desperately in need of some relief! Besides, I go to bed every night thinking about what it would be like to have you touch and play with me, and for you to show me and let me do the same to you…there, I’ve said it!”

“Wow, I just had no idea you’ve had these carnal feelings bubbling away under the surface and that I’ve unconsciously been encouraging it all. I’m just not sure what to think about any of this.”

“Mom, you haven’t been encouraging anything. That’s all on me, and I’ve already explained my frustration from the other night, but in all honesty, most of that probably has more to do with my nineteen year old hormones than anything you’ve done.”

“Yes, but if I wore a bra and more clothes around the house I wouldn’t be getting you so stirred up.”

“Oh mom, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE don’t do that!! I beg you, I love our relaxed way of dressing at home. We’ve been like this my entire life! Please don’t change now just because of me!”

“Okay, okay, don’t get emotional. I’ll try not to upset the apple cart,” she said with a chuckle. “I think you just don’t want to loose the opportunity to check out my boobs.”

With that, we dropped the subject and went back to drinking our beers and watching television. As we were nearing the end of our six pack, a news story came on about legalized marijuana.

Mom asked me, “Have you used pot?”

“Yeah, on occasion,” I replied. “Have you?”

“Yes, I’ll admit, I smoked some in college,” she said.

“I have some, do you want to share a joint?” I asked.

“Oh Josh, I don’t know, it’s been way too many years since I’ve done anything like that.”

I excused myself and brought back a couple of joints I had. “Here, let’s just give it a try, and you can relive your college days.”

“I’m not so sure about this,” she said, but after some coughing and a few sips of beer, she seemed to really relax and acted as though she was reliving an earlier time.

Soon, the euphoric high really took hold as she laid back on the couch giggling. I brought us some more beer, and asked her what was so funny.

“I kadıköy escort bayan can’t believe you’re hot for your old mom,” she snickered. “I know I still have a great set of tits and all, but Jesus, I’m old enough to be your mother!” and at that she couldn’t contain herself and burst into uncontrollable laughter. I started laughing too.

“Say mom, you said your experience with mutual masturbation was a story for another time…how about telling me now?” I asked.

“No, no, I can’t tell you about that,” she said as she took another gulp of beer, “No way, that just wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Oh mom PLEASE!, you know you want to tell me, and I really want to hear about it…please! Just between you and me. Whatever you tell me will never leave this room! I promise!” I pleaded.

“Well,” she said after taking another puff, “the first time, I was about your age and alone in my room when my brother, your Uncle Billy, and one of his friends walked in on me while I was busy fingering myself. They caught me red handed. Billy’s friend, I can’t remember his name, wanted to make me do things with him or he said he’d tell the world what they had caught me doing. Billy ended up beating the living crap out of the guy and then came back to make sure I was okay. I was pretty upset but let him know how much I appreciated him sticking up for me. Billy and I had always been close, and it was clear that he was turned on by seeing me playing with myself. He insinuated that he was going to go masturbate too after having seen me. Well, as brother and sister we didn’t feel comfortable actually having sex, but somewhere along the line we worked out the idea that since he had seen me masturbating, then I could see him too. One thing led to another and we ended up taking off our clothes and masturbating while we watched each other.”

“Was that the only time you and Uncle Billy did that?” I asked.

“No, not by a long shot. I don’t know how often we masturbated together, but it was a lot over the course of that summer,” she admitted.

“Was that all you ever did?” I asked.

“Well, yes and no. All we ever did as masturbate, but at one point we started masturbating each other,” she told me as I sat there transfixed.

“You said that was the first time. Have you done it with someone other than Uncle Billy?”

“When I was in college my roommate and I would occasionally masturbate together.”

“You masturbated with your roommate, another girl!?!” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, Maggie and l were VERY close. We made love together, one way or another almost every day.”

“You and another girl!?! You’ve got to tell me more! Believe me, I had NO idea!”

“That was a lifetime ago…another life…another time,” she mused.

“Could you tell me about it? Please!,” I pleaded.

“Well, my first year of college, I was just a young freshman living in a dorm. My roommate, Maggie, had kind of a goofy, plain looking face, but she made up for it with a killer body. One day I went to class, but when I got there I found out it was canceled, so I went back to my dorm room. I open the door and walked in to find Maggie masturbating and near orgasm. We instantly locked eyes and I started backing out as fast as I could. I’m sure I must have turned as red as a beet, but she waved me back into the room. “Stay! Please don’t go!” she said, then she told me she liked having me watch. I remember sitting there on my bed, mesmerized, watching her finger herself. I’d never seen another girl do that before. Before I knew it, I’d unzipped my jeans and was fingering myself too. After that initial time, we did it a couple of times a week, usually at bedtime. We’d sit on our beds and watch each other masturbate. Then, one night we were both sitting on my bed watching a movie, and we started another one of our mutual fingering sessions, suddenly, Maggie reached over and started rubbing my pussy. It felt so incredibly good! Her touch felt like heaven. It seemed she just knew what I needed and how to do it! I reached over and started fingering her too. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and making out like crazy. I think it was from that night forward we slept together and made love almost every night.”

“When you say you made love, what does that mean?” I asked.

“What do you think it means! We did whatever we could to make each other feel good. Besides what we had been doing, we had lots of oral sex, we played with dildos, we even tried anal sex…we did and tried everything we could think of to get each other off…it was a beautiful time in my life…we really loved each other, both physically and emotionally. I was really sorry when the term ended and we went our separate ways.”

“Does Dad know about this time in your life?” I asked.

“Oh God NO!, and he doesn’t need to know either. This was well before I met your father, and until now, I’ve never breathed a word of any of this to anybody. You’re the first and only person I’ve ever told. PLEASE keep escort maltepe my secret.” She asked.

“There’s nothing to worry about Mom. You never told me anything. I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” I responded.

“Thank you baby, I love you Josh, and please, don’t judge me or my past,” she said.

“Oh Mom, don’t concern yourself about that! I’m not judging you at all. I’m just thankful and honored that you have faith and trust in me to share such intimate memories. Your sharing this personal history makes me feel closer to you than I ever could have imagined.

I lit my second joint and we took turns passing it back and forth. As the effects took hold, we laid next to each other on the sofa. Mom seemed to have almost passed out as she laid there next to me in a near stupor. I on the other hand was horny beyond belief and found myself slipping my hand up under mom’s shirt and fondling her breasts. As I gently massaged her boobs and pinched and tugged on her nipples she quietly moaned and gasped in delight. She gradually inched her hand down to my crotch, and before I knew it, she was squeezing and slowly pumping my cock through my cotton jockey shorts. I began sucking her swollen nipples through the fabric of her shirt as I slid my hand down inside her panties. My fingers pasted beneath the elastic waistband of her underpants, combed thru her soft yet wiry pubic patch and then cupped her hot moist vulva. I buried the middle finger of my hand deep inside her vagina and as I pulled out my gooey finger I slid it up thru the sopping lips if her labia and used it to gently massage her clitoris and it’s tender surrounding tissue. As I did, she arched her back, crying out in pleasure. She yanked at her shirt, popping open the buttons, exposing her luscious breasts. I slobbered all over them and suckled on her big swollen nipples.

By then mom had her hand buried deep inside my shorts. As she squeezed and pumped my thick erection, I raised my hips, as together we torn off my shorts. I got up on my knees and while straddling Mom’s waist, she was squeezing and stroking my cock. While she stared intently at my throbbing boner she kept repeating “Cum on me!” “Cum on Mommy!” “Cum on Me!” That was all I needed and before I knew it I was spurting cum like a firehose. Ropes of my sperm shot into her hair and onto her face, neck, boobs and stomach, covering everything. Her skin was glazed with my cum. As soon as the gobs of cum splattered on her she was wiping them up and licking and sucking it off her fingers. Then she spread my cum all over her boobs and stomach. “Come here to mommy,” she said, as she pulled me down on top of her and gave me a hot, wet, deep kiss. In doing so she pushed a huge lug of my own cum into my mouth with her tongue.

My eyes opened wide in shock as I was in no way expecting such a deep kiss, not to mention a cum swap from my mother. I sat up and moved back off of her. “Mommy likes to share,” she mumbled as she sunk back into the sofa and lifted her legs in an effort to pull off her panties. She then laid back and spread her legs wide apart. “Now it’s mommy’s turn,” she said as she hooked her foot around the back of my neck, pulling my face into her furry crotch.

“Just stick out your tongue and Mommy will show you what to do,” she said as she grabbed the hair on the back of my head with both hands and drove my mouth and tongue all over and around her vagina. Occasionally she’d say something like “lick right here” or “suck there.” I was dizzy with lust and before too long, it felt like I was ready for the training wheels to come off. Mom seemed to sense it too as she let go of my hair and let me chomp, lick and suck away on her pussy. I could feel her building orgasm as her breathing quickened, her moaning got louder and less coherent and then she locked her thighs around my head as she bucked her hips high up up the air.

“AAaaarguh!!,”she yelled as she came and then collapsed.

Both of us laid there, covered in sweat and cum, reveling in our post orgasmic glow.

Slowly, as we regained our composure, we sat up not saying a word.

Mom broke the quiet by asking “Are you alright?”

“Mom, that was, without a doubt, the most incredible experience of my life,” I said.

“I appreciate how it felt…feels physically, but how do you feel emotionally?” She asked.

“Well, I certainly don’t feel bad or guilty. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve deepened our Mother-Son bond. We’ve just added a physical aspect to our relationship bringing us even closer together. So why is this wrong…why should this make me feel bad or guilty? And besides, this is just between you and me. It’s nobody else’s business.”

“I’m happy you said that, I feel much the same way. I’ve thought about you for years, but obviously could never act on those desires. This just seemed the right place, the right time for all this to evolve. But, before we leave this room, you have to swear to me upon all that is holy to keep this a secret, just between the two of us.”

“I swear it.”

“Thank you baby. Now would you like to help me lick some of this excess cum off my tits before we get in the shower?” With that I leaned over and began sucking and licking her pendulous boobs and feeling my dick start to stiffen all over again.

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