The Mom Memories - Chapter 16 - Alwayswantedto - Literotica

 The Mom Memories Ch. 16

by alwayswantedto©

All characters are 18 years or older.

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From Chapter 15.

Videos? I hadn't seen any videos. There weren't even that many letters left, at least not long ones. There were a whole bunch of short ones but I hadn't come across an update from Jack, or Mark, or William.

The key. I had to find out what the key fit and where. There must be more letters, and maybe videos? My cock rose at that thought. To actually see what some of these mothers looked like. Man.

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Fantastic. The locksmith identified the key as one belonging to a local storage warehouse in a nearby town. All I had to do was show up and request access to the storage locker associated with the key. On the weekend, I would fetch the letters and see if there were actually any videos. Pleased, I started browsing through the letters that I hadn't yet read.

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My name is Evan and I'd like to tell you about my Mom, Edith, and what happened in my last year of high school. I was hanging out with some friends and we stopped at a local mall to pick up some beers on the way over to my friend Jim's place. I stayed in the car in the parking lot while he and Gary went in to score some booze. Gazing around while listening to some tunes I spotted my mother walking towards me. She was walking slowly with an uncharacteristic exaggeration to her walk, kind of like an old time movie star making sure her admirers could enjoy the roll of her hips and the highlights of her leg muscles accented by her high heels.

I slunk down in the front seat as Mom approached, hoping not to be seen in case she clued in to why I was there, which she would certainly do if she stayed long enough for Jim and Gary to arrive carrying armloads of beer. I swore out loud when she stopped and opened the trunk of her car directly in front of me, which I now recognized. She turned to look back the way she had come, smiling and speaking to the store employee following her with several bags of groceries clutched in his arms.

As man set the bags in the trunk, Mom touched him on his shoulder and then his forearm, chatting merrily to him after he closed the trunk and she slowly made her way around the side of the car to the driver's door. Since there was no car parked next to Mom's car, the man opened the door wide for her to get in. With a final touch on his forearm, Mom sat in the car, turned her face forward, and swung her legs inside. Even at a distance I could see that the man took advantage of her averted gaze to look down at her legs, probably with a good view up her skirt. It seemed to take a long time for Mom to get her legs inside the car and even then the man appeared reluctant to close the door. He leaned down to talk through Mom's open window for a few a minute or so before she started the car, backed out and drove away.

I sat up slowly and, with a weird feeling, alternated between looking at the man's retreating back and Mom's receding car. Mom had flirted outrageously with this man and I had the sense this wasn't their first time. I couldn't blame the guy for looking at Mom's legs. Why wouldn't he? But Mom had gone out of her way to let him look. Way out of her way. I was shocked.

I told Jim and Gary I suddenly wasn't feeling well and went home instead of partying at Jim's place. Mom was in the kitchen putting stuff away and starting to get dinner ready. She was still wearing the same dress but the heels were gone. I sat in a kitchen chair and watched her, unable for the first time in my life to keep my eyes off her stockinged legs, listening to her chatter and the whisper of her nylons as she moved around the kitchen.

Suddenly, I blurted out, "That guy really likes your legs."

Mom swung around to face me, looking flabbergasted. "What?" she cried.

"Your legs," I mumbled. "That guy was staring at your legs all the way to your car."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you, at the grocery store. The guy that carried your bags. He was staring at your legs."

"Where were you? What were you doing there?" Mom looked taken aback as she tossed these questions out.

"I was sitting in Jim's car, right behind yours."

Mom's face went kind of red and her voice rose an octave.

"Doing what? Spying on me?"

"No. Jim and Gary wanted to party and I was waiting for them to get some booze." I don't know why I admitted that. Maybe I wanted to show we were both guilty of something.

"Evan, you shouldn't be ..."

"I'm here," I cut her off. "I didn't go."

"Right," Mom said, looking awkwardly away.

"Anyway, he really liked your legs," I repeated, looking down at Mom's legs and getting back on track.

"Oh, Ben. He's harmless," Mom casually dismissed the whole thing. "He carries my bags out for me all the time," Mom paused, then continued, "so, you know," her voice trailed off.

"Oh," I answered quietly.

Our conversation ended there. Mom returned to her work and I continued watching her, my eyes eventually straying up from her legs to admire her rear end and the narrowness of her waist. She worked as if I wasn't there but somehow I knew she was cognizant of the close attention I was paying to her. It was strange. There was something different between us now though it couldn't be seen. She seemed to pause longer between movements and she kept stretching one foot behind to steady herself by pushing her toes against the floor and tensing her calf muscles, perhaps a little more than necessary. Anyway, once everything was set on the stove, Mom walked over to stand beside me.

"Can you watch the stove while I get out of this dress?" she smiled, laying her soft fingers down on my forearm.

"Sure," I agreed, my eyes following her out as she walked slowly away in the same exaggerated stroll I had witnessed this afternoon. Although it hadn't earlier, my cock now reacted as I watched the sway of my mother's hips. She returned only a few minutes later wearing a nondescript housedress, without hose, and her slippers, just as I heard the crunch of Dad's tires in the driveway. Mom stopped and put her hand on my arm again.

"I don't think you should mention anything about the parking lot, Evan. I don't think Dad would like the idea of you getting booze."

"Mums the word," I agreed.

Mom looked relieved. Despite what she'd said, we both knew that she was really asking me not to say anything about her and Ben. Though I hadn't said anything, she knew I had probably seen her let Ben look up her skirt as she got into the car.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Mom went into the kitchen when I got up to go to bed and asked me to bring any dishes in the living room into the kitchen, which I did. After putting them on the counter beside the sink, I turned to walk away but Mom caught my arm.

"Give your mother a kiss goodnight," she said.

I gave her a peck on her cheek and she followed that by planting a longer and softer kiss on the side of my cheek, stretching up on her toes to reach, an action that caused her breasts to brush lightly across my chest.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered.

Mom hadn't kissed me goodnight for years.

The next morning, just before I ran out the door to meet Jim who was picking me up on the way to school, as usual, Mom asked me if I could meet her at the mall after school to help her home with some groceries. This was also new. Mom had never asked me to do that before.

Mom was waiting for me in front of the grocery store after school. She was wearing the same dress she's worn the day before but without pantyhose, just bare legs, and sandals instead of heels. I followed her around with a cart as she picked things up, making sure to stay behind so I could look at her legs. I never offered to help when she had to reach up to get things though most of the things she needed were on the top or bottom shelves. Mom never let on that I was watching but I'm sure she knew.

Ben seemed disappointed to see me. I trailed behind Mom on the way to the car, which she had parked at the far end of the parking lot. She strolled along in the same fashion she had used to tease Ben which surprised me. It was one thing to let me look but another to so openly encourage it. After I dumped the bags in the trunk, Mom handed me the keys and asked me to open the door for her as she walked around to the passenger side. I was really stunned when she treated me to a long look up her skirt, looking away just as she had with Ben so I was free to peek. She wasn't wearing pantyhose. Somehow I knew that Ben hadn't been gifted with such a direct look at her panties. Her son's reward for carrying the groceries was special.

At home, Mom asked me to stay in the kitchen to keep her company, giving me an excuse to watch her. She had kicked off her sandals as she entered the house and was padding around the kitchen in bare feet. She asked me several times to help her put things away in the upper cupboards but she first stretched up on her toes and waited for me to grab whatever she was holding and take it the last few inches, allowing me to brush my body against the back of hers. It was a silly way to do this but we acted like it was completely rational.

Finally, like the day before, everything was put away and dinner was on the stove. Mom again walked over to where I was sitting but this time she raised her foot up and put the ball of her foot on the edge of my chair between my legs.

"Look at all the scratches I got on my ankles from gardening this afternoon," she said, twisting her leg to show me. "I don't know why Ben likes to look at these old legs."

"Hmmmm, yes," I said, placing my hand so I could circle her ankle loosely with my fingers. "Pretty scuffed up," I agreed, stroking my hand up her leg and then down, trailing my fingers lightly over her skin.

"Brat," Mom laughed. "They're not that bad."

"No, you're right," I agreed, running my back up her ankle and continuing along the back of her calf to her knee. "They are kinda nice." I let my fingers stretch out to scratch the underside of her thigh just above her knee.

"Thank you, sir. Well, I better get out of this dress." Mom pulled her foot back and left the kitchen. "Watch the stove," she called over her shoulder.

Once again, Dad just pulled into the driveway when Mom returned. She walked straight over to me and reminded me to sure to give her a kiss goodnight before going to bed.

That night, I collected the glasses from the living room without being asked and deposited them in the dishwasher. Mom was waiting when I turned around. I leaned down to kiss her cheek and waited for her to plant her softer kiss on mine, which she did. But then she surprised me with a quick kiss right on my lips before turning quickly away and walking out of the kitchen.

Mom wasn't in the living room when I finally roused myself to leave. She must have gone upstairs. I went upstairs, used the bathroom and got into bed. Thinking about the day, caressing Mom's foot and watching her all afternoon at the store and at home, my hand strayed down to first hold and then lazily stroke my cock.

I was startled when my door suddenly opened and Mom walked unannounced into my room. I jerked my hand off myself as she walked up to my bed. Her body was outlined underneath the floor length cotton nightgown she was wearing as she stood in my darkened room, the light from the hallway streaming in through the doorway behind her.

"Oh Evan, I forgot. Would you mind coming home early tomorrow?" she asked, a little short of breath. She didn't explain why and I didn't ask.

"Sure Mom."

She sat down beside me on the bed, seemingly nervous.

"I'd just like you to help me with some things."

"Whatever. I'll be here," I assured her.

Mom visibly relaxed, smiled, and looked away but her eyes raked past my waist and the telltale lump below. Quickly, she looked away and started to get up.

"I really do think you have nice legs," I blurted out, feeling the need to say anything to divert her attention yet still while placing my hands on her knees to keep her from leaving.

She settled back onto the bed. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mom. I was just kidding before. You really do have nice legs."

I pulled on the nightgown, lifting it a few inches. Mom took the hint and pulled the gown up over her knees, baring her legs down to her feet, leaning over to examine them critically.

"You're just being nice."

I took advantage to push her nightgown even higher on her legs, a little more than halfway up her thighs. It was a brazen move but Mom just watched me and smiled. I pushed the bunched up gown a little further.

"Actually, you have gorgeous legs," I said as I struggled to a sitting position. "All the guys say so."

As Mom digested my words, I slid my left hand underneath the gown on the outside of her thigh near the top of her leg.

"Really?" she asked, a twitch of her eye betraying her awareness of my hand. "No, they don't. You're just putting me on."

"No really," I insisted, letting my hand move slightly, tickling the side of her leg under the gown. I kissed her cheek. "I heard them talking once when they didn't realize I there." I kissed her cheek again but closer to the corner of her mouth.

"No way," she repeated, kissing my cheek in return.

"I'm not kidding. Your legs are wasted on old guys like Ben."

I let my fingers stroke the side of her leg again, adjusted my head and kissed her lightly on her lips.

"You're just stringing me along," she said. Her breathing quickened.

"I'm not, Mom," I answered, moving my mouth forward to reconnect with hers. As my lips brushed hers I moved my free hand up to play with Mom's hair at the base of her neck while stroking the other up her leg and over the outside of her hip to her bare waist. We were both breathing faster when my feathery light kiss ended.

"Yeah. You should let them see your legs," I said, emphasizing 'them'.

Mom laughed softly. "I don't think their mothers would think highly of that."

"Instead of Ben," I continued, ignoring her protest.

"Let's not talk about Ben," Mom tensed up. "Your father wouldn't understand it."

"Ok. We won't talk about stuff like that around Dad," I agreed, moving in and kissing Mom again. Though no tongues were exchanged, it was a sexier kiss and I was getting hard. My hand slipped behind Mom's back to stroke the hollow at the base of her spine and even ventured a little below onto the initial swell of her buttocks. There was a slight awkwardness when the kiss ended and I retrieved my hand from under Mom's gown. She walked away in silence. I wished her goodnight but she closed the door softly behind her without responding.

I was home early the next day but was disappointed to see Mom in her normal housedress which didn't show nearly as much of her legs. Mom got straight to the point.

"Just to be clear, I want you to know that there isn't anything going on between Ben and I, or anyone else for that matter. I just prefer that Dad doesn't know about it. He'd make a big deal out of just a little harmless flirting to thank Ben for helping me."

I nodded but didn't say anything. Mom looked increasingly uncomfortable.

"Your father just wouldn't understand.

"I know Mom. I won't say anything," I assured her.

"Good boy." Mom came over and gave me a hug, and then kissed my cheek. I held her by the shoulders and kissed her on her lips, like I'd done the night before. She resisted a bit but then relaxed and let me kiss her. I spun her in a circle when we finished the kiss.

"You really are worth looking at, Mom."

She protested but smiled and let me kiss her again.

"But I think you should cool it with Ben, Mom." She agreed and let me kiss her one last time.

The next day, I asked Jim to come into the house instead of just dropping me off. Mom was home and dressed in one of her house dresses. While Jim used the bathroom I asked Mom if she would put on the Ben dress to see if Jim started looking at her legs, to prove the point I'd made the other day. She argued but capitulated to my persistence and perhaps partly in fear that I'd mention the Ben incident in front of Dad. I offered Jim a beer to keep him around until Mom returned, telling him that Mom now let me have beer at home if Dad wasn't around. It was a lie, of course.

As I expected, Jim didn't take his eyes off Mom when she came down the stairs. I explained to Mom that I had told Jim she let me have a beer or two at home if Dad wasn't around.

"That's right," Mom said, grabbing a beer for herself. "Things are a little more relaxed when it's just Evan and I at home."

As we drank our beer I could see Mom start to enjoy Jim's covert glances. She was a natural physical flirt and provided him with lots of opportunities to ogle her when he thought she, and I, were unaware. She struck a variety of poses that accented her legs and revealed even more with seemingly accidental carelessness with her dress, all for Jim's benefit. Toward the end, when I knew Dad would soon be home, I pushed the envelope a little.

"Hey, Jim. I was telling Mom she has really great legs but she won't believe me. She does, doesn't she?"

Both Jim and Mom suddenly looked awkward.

"No really," I said, stepping up behind Mom, "she has awesome legs, doesn't she?"

Jim looked at Mom's legs and Mom looked even more embarrassed. "Evan, I don't think Jim ..."

"Yeah, you do, Mrs Anderson," Jim said.

I stepped behind Mom and placed my hands on her hips, sliding them down the outside of her legs. Jim's eyes were riveted on my hands as they slid down Mom's legs. Mom stood rigidly still.

"Look, Jim."

My fingers scratched at Mom's dress, gathering up enough material for me to hold. Slowly, I pulled her dress up a few inches until the hem was just above the part where a woman's leg thickens.

"What do you think?" I asked my friend.

Jim didn't say anything. His face was blank and I could easily imagine him drooling if I pulled Mom's dress higher. Mom turned her head to the side away from his gaze but she didn't try to stop me, move away, or push the dress down. I slid the hem an inch higher.

"Aren't they awesome?"

"Yeah," Jim finally gasped, staring as he gulped for breath.

I let Mom's dress fall and said we'd better finish our beer before Dad got home. Both Mom and Jim seemed thankful to be released. Dad walked in the house as I walked Jim out to his car. Before he drove away, Jim must have mentioned Mom's legs five times. I told him if he kept it quiet, I might let him look some more. Oh yeah. I told him to bring some beer around for me once in a while. What the hell.

Back inside the house, I found Dad already watching the news. Mom was nowhere to be seen. Walking to my room I spied her through her open bedroom door standing in front of the full length mirror, still wearing the dress, admiring her legs. With a quick look over my shoulder I entered my parents bedroom and quietly approached my mom. She didn't look my way but spoke as I neared her.

"He really did like my legs, didn't he?" She raised her dress up, as I had not thirty minutes earlier.

"He was like a deer caught in headlights," I said, stepping behind her and looking over her shoulder to admire her legs myself. "I told you," I whispered, nuzzling the side of her head, placing my hands on her waist.

Mom laughed. "He really was, wasn't he?" Her voice still possessed the breathy excitement she had exuded in the kitchen.

"Of course," I whispered into her ear. "So would Gary."

"No, not shy little Gary," Mom disagreed, still looking at her own legs. I gathered her dress in my hands and began pulling it higher.

"He would if he could see these," I whispered, exposing more of her legs.

Mom was quiet but she trembled as I slid the dress higher up her legs, passing the halfway mark.

The Mom Memories Ch. 16

by alwayswantedto©

With my mouth right next to her ear, I whispered, "Imagine Gary's face if he could see you right now."

Mom gasped as soon as I said it. Gary had always been Mom's favorite of all my friends. Innocent, baby-faced little Gary was put down at his own home but was always a target for sympathy in mine.

"Gary deserves a more than Jim, doesn't he Mom?"

I said it as a statement more than a question. I kept pulling the dress higher, higher, waiting for Mom to protest, to push it down her thighs. But she didn't. Her panties peeked out under the hem. A little higher. Now her mound was exposed, a slight crease running down the middle. I stopped. We both stared at her panties, at the prominent bulge and mysterious crease. I couldn't help pressing into Mom from behind, pushing her panties forward. Mom's hands finally grabbed the dress and tried to tug it down but I held it up, kept her panties exposed. Mom tugged harder.

"Gary should see. I want you to show him."

"No, Evan. I can't do that."

"Yes you can," I hissed. "He's my best friend."

"No Evan." Mom managed to pull her dress down enough to cover her panties.

I let her dress fall but kept my hands on her waist. Softening my voice, I whispered, "I really don't think Dad will understand about Ben. Do you?"

There was a long pause.

"No."

I almost couldn't hear her. I kissed Mom's cheek and left.

The next day was Friday. Mom was surprised when I didn't get home until after Dad and left right after dinner to hang out with the guys. I didn't get home until after midnight. On Saturday, I didn't get up until almost noon. Mom came from gardening just as I was finishing breakfast.

"What are you up to?" she asked. "Watching the big game with Dad?" referring to the football game that was about to start. Dad was already watching the pre-game show.

"No, we're playing a new online game," I explained after dinner. "Gary's bring it over," I said just before the doorbell rang. "That's probably him now."

Gary came in and said hi to Dad and Mom who didn't greet him in the typically warm fashion she usually did. I shrugged in response to his quizzical look and led him up to my room. We were playing for almost an hour before Mom slipped through my door and quietly stood behind our two chairs, cloistered in front of the computer. Gary was playing while I watched, waiting for my turn.

I noted with approval that Mom had changed from her gardening clothes into the Ben dress. I ran my eyes up and down her legs while Mom watched the screen. I almost didn't want to take my turn but rolled my chair in closer as Gary pulled his back to make room. Mom leaned in for a closer look at the screen as I started to play. I was aware that Gary had pushed back farther to make room for her, far enough that he would was sitting slightly behind and to one side of Mom, affording a wonderful view of the back of her legs and behind as she leaned in beside me. I was barely managing to stay alive on screen.

Incredibly, I began to do better and got lost in the game again, no doubt helped by Mom's rooting and encouraging moves, her body pressing in and arching against the desk whenever I made a good move or had a close call. I was only dimly aware of how good that must have looked to Gary from his rear vantage point, seeing her legs stretch and buttocks tense up. Mom draped her hand over my shoulder and leaned down to briefly hug me during a pause in the game. I bathed in her fragrance and the soft press of her breast against my shoulder, feeling empty when it disconnected but relieved when her hip replaced the warmth of contact.

Mom joined in our sounds of triumph as I continued to outmaneuver my opponents, leaning down to kiss me when I survived a second round and letting her breast rest on my shoulder a little longer. I stretched my hand around her hips to hug her to me as she straightened up before quickly withdrawing as the game raged into action again.

I died halfway through that round and Gary moved in to take my place. As he readied himself for the start, Mom dropped her hand onto his shoulder and twirled the hair at the base of his neck, leaning in with him as he engaged the game, her arm now stretching across both shoulders. How wonderful she looked leaning over like that, her buttocks tensed and straining against the dress, jiggling with every slight movement, each cheer for Gary's success. Like mine, Gary's game improved with Mom's support and when he survived the first round he received the same hug and kiss on the cheek as had I, and the complementary breast rest.

I stood to watch the next round, resting my hand on Mom's waist and pressing her hip toward Gary's shoulder. Again, he triumphed and was rewarded with a hug and kiss, and longer press of warm breast. Mom's behind pressed back into me when she leaned down to hug Gary and I put my free hand on her waist on Gary's side. I couldn't help holding her back against me, delighting in the warmth and softness of her behind.

When Mom stood to allow Gary room to play, I snuggled close behind her, keeping my hands on her waist as I looked over her shoulder at the screen but pushing them around to hold her belly as we watched, swaying her over to lean against Gary. I was keenly aware that the bottom of her breasts brushed my hands as she moved in response to Gary's wins and close calls on the screen. Gary didn't survive the second round either and it was my turn again.

We played several more rounds like this. Gary followed my lead and stood behind Mom and, judging from the flush of his face, benefited from the same treats that had been awarded to me. When Gary died a few rounds later, he was disappointed to see Mom walk away to sit on the bed just as it was his turn to put his arms around her, and I didn't play nearly as well without her close support. I was aware that Gary was barely watching me. Instead he was looking at Mom as she sat on the bed, looking on from afar. Just as I died, she spoke.

"Whew, I don't know how you guys can take that excitement. It wears me out." Mom swung her legs up onto my bed and laid back onto the pillows, her bent knees allowing her dress to slide down her thighs almost to her hips, baring her legs down to her sandals. Crossing one knee over the other, Mom dangled her foot up and down, trying to slip her sandal off. Succeeding at last, she switched legs and repeated with the other foot. It took a lot longer for this shoe to fall despite the intense scrutiny and wishing of both Gary and I. Not until that shoe fell did I realize that the game had already started and I had been killed early in the round.

I stood and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright, Mom?" I asked, concerned. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed.

"Oh sure," she replied. "My legs just got a little tired watching you guys play. I can't believe how tense I got just watching you. These old legs are a little sore from straining so much."

I reached back to run my left hand up the inside of her leg, from her ankle to her knee.

"Oh, that feels good," Mom said.

"Would you like us to massage your legs?" I offered. "It might relax your muscles."

I continued stroking her calf muscle as Mom nodded her head and jerked my head to send Gary around to the other side of the bed. He sat down and very tentatively began stroking her other leg. When she smiled at his touch, we both shifted our weight to better sitting positions without breaking contact with Mom's legs. Mom's smile stayed on her face but she otherwise didn't react as Gary and I stroked and stroked her legs. We stroked her legs for so long, her smile faded and I thought she had actually fallen asleep.

It was Gary who made the first move above her knee. Mom's smile returned and slowly faded again as we stroked and scratched and tickled all around her thighs, from the muscular and weathered tops and sides to the incredibly soft bottoms and insides. Their warmth grew the higher we ventured and again it was Gary who calmly flipped her dress onto her pelvis so we could see what we were doing on all of her legs.

We could see the bottom of her panties. I could see her mound and the cleft running down the middle much better than I could when I had bared them a few days before. By pressing my fingers in harder on the inside of her thigh before dragging them back, I could make that mound move. I was first one to try this but Gary followed suit right away.

We were resting our armpits on Mom's bent knees, each running a hand up and down the inside of a thigh and one on the outside and up the underneath of her legs, stretching our fingers so close to her we were almost touching her panties.

The flush of the upstairs toilet jarred me and I jerked my head in panic toward my bedroom door, relieved beyond comprehension when I saw that Mom had closed my door. I could hear Dad's heavy footsteps as he rushed down the hallway back downstairs, presumably wanting to miss as little as possible of the football game.

I looked back at Mom. Her eyes had fluttered open but only halfway. They closed my eyes rested on her face. I waited only a minute before I scored another first over Gary. I let my fingers briefly brush Mom's pale yellow panties. Not to be outdone, Gary followed suit as Mom didn't react.

Every nerve in my body was zinging and my muscles were tensed to the breaking point. Again, I brushed up to the base of that fantastic mound, allowing one finger to stretch up to flutter across its front. There was a sharp intake of breath but no other reaction. Soon, every stroke Gary and I applied involved a brush or press on Mom's panties which seemed to be getting warmer and were definitely damp.

We shifted our weight again so we could hold Mom's legs at a higher and wider angle. Her legs thighs were now at almost a right angle from her body and held wide over each of our own thighs. Hair strayed out through he resulting gap at the sides of her panties. It was Gary that took the triumph of placing his fingers on Mom's panties and leaving them there, pressing lightly in a tiny circular movement. There was a longer intake of breath, matched only when a minute later I found room for my own fingers above Gary's, sliding their tips up that mysterious groove to make my own little circle around the little bump I found there.

Mesmerized, Gary and I kept applying our tiny finger movements, both scared to make any move that might jeopardize the gains we had made. But Mom didn't seem predisposed to cancel our success. Her breathing was becoming rapid and short and her hips began to move below our fingers, gyrating around and pressing up erratically against our probing, rubbing fingers.

This was the best game either of us had ever played. We glanced at each other, ecstatic and enthralled. Mom's hips were bumping up against us now and we had to press harder just to keep our hands in place. She was making sounds. Sounds I had never heard her make before. It was tremendously exciting. My own breath was becoming short and I realized I had a huge boner that was uncomfortably constrained inside my jeans. I was close to coming and I hadn't even touched myself.

Thrusting. Mom was thrusting herself off the bed now. That was the only way to describe it. There was no pretense. She was shoving herself against our hands. Gary had cupped his hand over her panties and I was rubbing the flat of my fingers against the top of her mound.

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," Mom gasped as she moaned and dug her heels in to the bed, her hips frantically shoving, her thighs clenching. "Oh, yeah ... yeah ... yeah." One final, long thrust pushing our hands high and she collapsed back to the bed, followed by a long, long sigh.

Her eyes opened.

"Pull my dress down, sweeties," she said in a strangely soft, husky voice. There was no embarrassment. It was just a simple request, simply stated.

Awkwardly, somewhat mortified, we pulled her dress down and straightened Mom's legs. Mom took our hands in hers.

"Did you like that game?" she asked, her eyes now sparkling.

We both nodded dumbly.

Mom pulled each of us down in turn for a quick kiss, mouth to mouth. She sat up and swung her legs to the floor after I stood out of her way.

"There won't be any more talk about Ben now, will there?" she whispered just loudly enough for me to hear.

I shook my head.

She turned at the door to smile back at our stunned faces, holding her index finger vertically across her lips in the universal shushing signal. And then she was gone.

Gary and I turned to look at each other, the blank look on both our faces attesting to the shock both of us felt, Gary more so since for him this had come completely out of the blue. There was something strange about Gary. Looking down, I noticed a wet spot staining one side of his jeans. His head followed my gaze down and then he looked over to my jeans where I was just noticing a similar stain on my own jeans. We burst out laughing, commemorating this incredible moment which I knew neither of us would ever forget.

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That was interesting. Were there other new ones I passed by? I shuffled through the pile of letters that I had sifted through before, and discovered an update from Kevin since I last mentioned him in Chapter 15.

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Kevin here for another update about my Mom. I am one who can truly look back at my first term in college and say it was the most fantastic time of my life. Mother was true to her word. If father wasn't around, she made herself available to me. She was a very generous woman and did anything I wanted, as I had asked.

She never offered, but she never refused once I initiated an action. Oh, she liked to act as if I was an annoyance, intruding on her busy day, but she would eventually get into it with me. I soon learned that Mom needed to resist me at first. She needed time to transform into the role she had set for herself, the fallen mother who would do anything to keep her last son nearby.

In fact, Mom loved to fuck but she needed to hide her passion under the guise that she was losing herself in the promise she had made to please me. However, a month of sex all over our home was enough to show even an exuberant teen that he was with a woman who was more than willing. The wilder my demands, the more accepting and excited she was, even offering herself in lewder positions than requested, seemingly lost in delirious pleasure.

She absolutely loved it from behind. When I arrived home from school, typically horny, with little more than an hour before Dad came home, Mom would be less resistant to my advances than she was on weekends and it wouldn't be long before she would run downstairs to bury her head in the couch pillows, ass raised up so I had to stand to take her the same way we had first coupled.

We did it other ways but they were mostly some variation of behind sex. On her side, on her knees, bent over with head and hands dangling to the floor, or flat on her tummy. One time, in that position, she reached behind to spread her cheeks for me, opening her wet pink slit but also drawing attention to her little brown hole. Sensing an invitation, I immediately knelt, straddled her ass and spit on my cock, lowering myself so I could insert my tip in her bottom.

The way she scrunched her ass away from my strange, unexpected attack surprised me and showed how wrong I was, but she pushed back a few seconds later and suffered my pokes and shoves until I managed to get my head inside her. I had taken only a few strokes and wasn't even all the way in when I came. I lay for several minutes gasping for breath on her back. It didn't seem to do anything for Mom, so I didn't try that again.

A week later, on a Saturday when Dad was away for the afternoon, Mom came into my room while I was browsing around on the web.

"Would you like to see something?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, not really paying attention.

"Just something I found. You might be interested."

I knew Mom had been poking around on the internet and it finally clicked that she must be finding some of her new ideas on the web. So let her take over the mouse and push my hands aside on the keyboard. A few keystrokes and clicks later and Mom was navigating through an amateur video website. She found what she wanted, clicked, knelt down on the floor beside my chair while we waited for the video to load.

There was a woman standing in the middle of what looked like a typical teenage boy's bedroom with a single bed behind her. The woman, who looked old enough to be the mother of a teenage boy, finished unbuttoning her blouse, stripped it from her arms and let it fall to the floor. Immediately, she removed her bra and treated it to the same fate. Next came the skirt. She cocked her hip as she unzipped the side and let the pleated affair drop to the floor, staggering backward until she fell to her knees and leaned back against the edge of the bed, knees open to show the narrow band of her panties splitting into two arcs rising up and over her hips before disappearing from sight. She waited, lips moist and mouth partly open, tits sagging on her chest with nipples hard and stabbing out. One hand strayed between her legs and cupped her pantied pussy. She rubbed it slowly, waiting.

Mom pressed her head against my side, her hands slipping between my thighs and up to cup my scrotum, stroking slowly in time with the woman on the screen.

A male swaggered into the picture, on the right from behind the camera POV, stopping in front of the woman but to the side so our view of her wasn't blocked. He was muscular with a broad back, slim hips and thick thighs. His whole body screamed youth. The woman's eyes slid from his eyes to his hips, fixed on the tumescent stick that periodically swayed partially into view.

Mom's fingers adeptly loosened my belt and zipped my jeans down, pushing them apart, grasping the straining lump under my jockey shorts. Screen boy stepped closer, his tool wagging in a wider arc. The woman reached up to grasp it, steadying it in front of her mouth which seemed to be open a little wider now. The young man batted her hands away, and again when she tried to grasp him again. Mom fished my cock from under my shorts and held it in her fist.

Screen boy moved suddenly forward, jabbing his cock into the woman's mouth, pulled out, and then rammed it in again almost a dozen times in quick succession, her head bouncing back with each jab until he withdrew, holding his weapon about an inch away from her lips, as strand of saliva the only connection remaining between her mouth and his cock. Mom's fist moved up to squeeze grip my head tightly and then slowly squeezed down my shaft.

Plunk! Screen boy suddenly drove his cock fully into the woman's mouth and held it there, her jaws opening wide as she struggled to accommodate him, his buttocks pulsing as tried to fuck her even as he held his cock fully plugged into her mouth. Her hands were batted away again but he yanked his hips back just as she seemed about to pass out from lack of air. She gasped again and again, gulping in air while simultaneously drooling saliva from the corner of her mouth. As her breathing returned to normal, she glanced up at him, waiting, not trying to move away. Mom's cock squeezed the tip of my cock hard, released, and then teased the underside with the softest rub of her thumb.

Bang! He was in her again, thrusting, thrusting, holding her head with both hands, fucking her face in short jabs. He was in her longer this time and her gasp was explosive when he finally released her head, allowing a more copious stream of saliva to escape her lips. Her respite was shorter and the thrusts longer and harder for the next four attacks, their breathing louder and more ragged. On the final exit, his cock blasted his gift, into her mouth, then covering her nose and cheeks, one eye and her forehead. After the last squirt, screen boy fell to his knees, straddling the woman's legs, kissing her mouth and cleaning her face of his dripping mess.

The clip ended and an ad was displayed.

Mom stood, backing away several feet before her hands reached up to undo the buttons on her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra so her hands moved directly down to undo and remove her slacks. Her eyes were bright and intense, gripping mine. I noticed her breasts were larger than screen woman's but not as saggy. Her nipples were stiffer than I'd ever seen them.

I stood as she pushed her pants down her legs and shook my jeans off at the same time that she stepped out of hers. My shorts were gone though Mom was still wearing her panties. She backed away as I started undoing my shirt, falling to her knees and leaning back against my bed just as the woman had done. Her hand absently strayed down to stroke the front of her panties.

My shirt gone, I stepped forward, only barely conscious that my weapon was far more timid than screen boy's but it did manage to sway as I stalked toward Mom. Almost dutifully, she reached up to grasp my tool but, on cue, I smacked her hands away, and again when she repeated her futile defense.

I stood with my cock just before her mouth for much longer than screen woman's tormentor, or lover, or son. The tension was high, and so was I, barely able to contain myself with my knowing tease. We both knew what was coming, but still I delayed. I grasped a handful of hair on top of Mom's hair, adding in my own personal twist. I waited several heartbeats past where she and even I expected me to thrust into her mouth.

I was in. Jab, jab, jab. Quick thrust, fuck, fuck, fuck in her sweet wet hole. God, I was almost coming already. She was panting, drool streaming down from her mouth already. Her hand was inside her panties, moving quickly up and down. Jam, jam, jam. I was back in her mouth. Deeper, pushing hard. I could feel myself starting. Quickly, I grabbed her head and held myself in tight, not concerned with whether or not she could breathe.

Owwwwww! Jesus!

Mom was squeezing my balls hard. My cum blast halted dead in its tracks. I guess I was too rough. Mom looked up at me, panting and drooling when I pulled my bludgeoned cock out of her mouth.

"You've got to last," she gasped, reaching out to grasp the back of my thighs, pulling me forward and back into her mouth, her hands forcing me into a series of small lunges until I was once again fully embedded. I gripped her head and starting fucking her face again.

Over and over we did it. Many more times than our screen mentors. My cock was gooey with her spit and her face was slick from those times I missed her mouth and slid over her cheeks or under her chin. I was able to stay deep in her mouth for quite a while now, as she had somehow figured out how to breathe even when I was plugged to the hilt. It was me that was pulling out for a respite now. The room was full of our gasps and the loud wet squishy sound of my cock abusing her mouth but more frequently now, Mom blocked my attempt to pull out by throwing her hands around my ass and keeping me in. Unable to get out, I finally reached the tipping point and launched into a violent series of hard thrusts, culminating in a gushing geyser of sticky fluid that spewed down her throat.

I didn't come on Mom's face. Not that I didn't want to, or tried not to, or even thought of it. Mom just held me inside until I was empty. She pulled off my cock, looked up coquettishly, and returned her pouting lips in an excruciating ecstatic final suck all around my cock's head.

"There," she said. "You still have something to look forward to."

She laughed then, stood, stooped to pick up her clothes, and walked out holding them under her arm, naked as a jailbird. Hopefully, Dad hadn't returned while we were oblivious to the universe.

I was stunned. I had thought I was in control, taking her to places she, and I, had never been.

A week later Mom demonstrated her power again. I had been inside her for a while, from behind as usual. We were in a slow part of our fuck, she resting her head on her arms, ass raised up to meet my slow strokes as I kneeled on the couch behind her and kept an eye on the distant highway for the approach of Dad's truck. She reached behind her ass and grabbed my shaft as I pulled out, shifting herself ahead so I fell out of her very wet pussy.

She rubbed my cock around the outside of her wet slit and twisted her face around to look back at me with an odd smile. She pulled me forward but twisted my cock up so it slipped up over her ass. She pulled it back down but stopped when the head was right on her crinkly little hole. She smiled again and tugged, trying to press it in. Belatedly realizing what she wanted, I shook my head, knowing she hadn't found pleasure in it last time, that she was doing it only for me.

Mom nodded, and pulled me again, mashing the tip of my cock against her small hole. I tried to pull back but she insisted, cocking her hips to sweeten her invitation with the most erotic, slushy rub. Still, I tried to pull away. At least, in my mind I did. I intended to, but my cock never broke contact with her ass. Almost helpless, I looked down at my mother's upturned face.

"Do it," she whispered, tugging me harder. Her breath was coming in gasps, her tummy heaving with the effort to breath. "Make me," she gasped.

She grunted as my head slipped in. I paused, still a little shocked, then started pushing against her tightness.

"Ugggghhhhh," she groaned.

I tightened my grip on her waist just above her hips and pulled her back against my invading cock, shoving forward. If that's what you want, you're going to get.

"Unngghhh," she moaned. "Unnngggh, unnnngghh, unnnggghhhh."

I was all the way in her now. My cock felt a mile long, gripped tightly as if it was in a biting dragon's mouth that was trying to snip it off at the root. I rocked forward, pressing my thighs against hers, mashing my hips against her cheeks. Shove, shove, shove.

"Euuuuuhhhhhhaaaahhh," a long, primeval moan escaped her lips. I gripped her harder, shoving further.

"Yeah," I gasped, again and again to matching moans. Slowly, I increased my pace, building and building, expecting to blast at any moment, but it didn't come and I slowed down until I was barely moving, pushing just to keep hearing the soft moans she made in response. I enjoyed the more guttural groans even more once I started thrusting harder again. Several times I repeated this and found that she seemed wilder after I slowed almost to a stop each time. I realized that my continued rooting in her was spreading a throbbing glow through her pelvis, raising the base level of her pussy's excitement. I kept it up as long as I could until finally, I couldn't slow down, I had to keep thrusting, harder and harder until I did blast my cum in her, pulling out to finish spilling on her quivering cheeks.

What an incredible woman. How could I have ever considered leaving?

Ten days later Matt returned for Christmas.

At first Mom was ecstatic, overwhelmed. But she quickly drew back as her hurt flooded back. But love is the great forgiver and within little more than a day Mom slowly began welcoming Matt back into her arms. Her motherly arms that is. There was no hint of anything more and I certainly didn't let on that there was anything going on between us.

Mom invited all our nearby relatives and for Christmas dinner and went all out. It was a huge success. Several times, Mom and the other women came out of the kitchen to join the rest of us cramming in the living and dining rooms. Each time, she went over to Matt and put her arm around his shoulder as he sat there. Each time, Matt offered her his chair but she insisted she was there for only a few minutes and had to get back to watch dinner.

But on one occasion, after refusing his offer, she sat on his lap. No one paid any mind, except me. I watched closely and was probably the only one to see Matt suddenly seem uncomfortable, saw him glance quickly around to see if anyone was looking at them, saw him relax as he realized nobody was, except me who he couldn't see behind him. I watched as Mom's arm circled tighter around his neck and shoulders, watched as she seemed to squirm for a more comfortable position, watched as Mom hugged Matt's head to her and wiggled some more. I noticed how Matt quickly picked up his drink and held it over his lap after Mom got up to return to the kitchen.

Moments later, Mom was back. She sat straight down on Matt's lap and didn't join in the animated conversation buzzing around, content to simply sit and watch, like Matt. The squirming started almost right away. Jealousy flooded through me as I watched her fingers toying with my brother's hair while she rocked her hips in tiny movements, working her cheeks around on his cock which I'm sure was poking up hard against her.

The wanton bitch! Right in front of everybody. She leaned down to whisper something. Was she talking dirty? Telling him to push up more, telling him to keep it hard for her, until later? Matt slipped his arm up and curled it loosely around her waist, and affectionate hold between mother and son except he seemed to be pressing down on her hip, pulling her to him.

Matt followed Mom when she got up this time. Neither of them looked my way as they passed by me. I followed a minute later, entering the kitchen to find it empty. I walked over to the stairs down to the basement, descending the steps quietly and continuing down the hall to the rumpus room where my covert listening had started it all so long ago.

"I've missed you so much son." The sound of kisses and smooching drifted out of the doorway along with the rustling of clothes.

"No, wait. Stop."

More kisses.

"I've missed you too, Mom. I'm so sorry I left like that."

Kiss, kiss.

"No, don't Matt. We can't."

"I just need to feel you. Just for a minute. You were driving me crazy, sitting on me like that."

More rustling clothes, and louder breathing. Kissing.

"Matt, really. We can't."

"Just for a minute. Just let me feel it against you."

"Oh, Mattie. This is crazy, it's so dangerous. There's too many people."

"We're all alone down here." More kissing, the sound of a zipper.

"Please. Matt. Wait until later. I'll come down here after everyone's asleep."

"Ok, mom." The sound of resignation. "Turn around for a minute. Just let me feel it against your bare skin."

"No, Matt."

"Please, Mom. Just a touch."

"Oh Matt. Alright but just a quick touch."

There was a bang on the wall. Mom's hand's? Matt's breathing quickened audibly.

"Oh, Mom."

"Matt don't. Leave my panties on."

"I just want to touch it to your bare skin."

"Oh, Matt. Be quick then."

More harsh breathing from Matt. More banging, hands sliding on the wall.

"Matt don't. You said you wouldn't."

"I can't help it," Matt hissed. "You teased me. I need to."

"Oh Jesus, Matt. Hurry." Mom's voice was now excited, panting.

The rustling suddenly ramped up. They were fucking. He had her against the wall and was fucking her from behind. They were grunting and gasping. It was definitely a quickie. They groaned each other's names again and again until they moaned their final release.

"I still want you tonight," Matt said over the rustle of their clothes.

"Alright," Mom answered. "After everyone's gone or asleep."

I retreated down he hallway and quickly went upstairs.

It was well after midnight when I returned. There was no need to be quiet. They couldn't possibly have heard me coming over their heavy breathing. They were naked on the floor. Matt on his back resting his head on his crossed arms, Mom straddling his hips, slowly working his cock embedded deep inside her, her body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the single table lamp.

Matt looked shocked when he noticed me standing about five feet behind Mom, watching them fuck. He tried to hold her still, to push her off. Mom turned to look at me. She smiled and turned back to Matt, resuming the movements of her hips on her oldest son.

"It's alright," she whispered, her hands pressing Matt's shoulders back to the floor as I pushed my pajama bottoms down, freeing my rock hard cock. As I lowered myself behind Mom she leaned forward and kissed Matt hard, raising her ass toward me without dislodging my brother. Carefully, I aimed my cock at the treat she had so recently offered and pushed. It was awkward but within minutes I was plugged to the hilt inside her, in tune with both of them, feeling him fuck her and knowing he could sense me doing the same. We were together again, we were one.

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Satisfied, I added Kevin's letter to my save pile and turned my attention to the monitors. What the hell was this? I backed it up and played it again.

Paul was following his mother down the hall to my father's room, carring a large tray. Mary's head turned to look at Mom's door as she passed. They both disappeared into Dad's room but Paul emerged a moment later but instead of retracing his steps to the stairway he opened the door to my mother's room, entered, and closed it behind him.

Switching monitors, I picked Paul up just inside the door, following him as he walked through the larger room toward my mother's bed. I was shocked to see Mom on the bed. She was laying with her legs splayed apart, thighs cranked back almost to her breast with her ankles tight on top of them, tied together which what appeared to be silk scarves. She was naked. A long vibrator was laying on her bare pussy and I could hear it buzzing. Paul picked it up and handed laid it in Mom's grasping fingers. It seems her hands were similiarly wrapped tightly to her ankles with more scarves. She moaned loudly when she regained control of the vibrator. Paul sat on the bed and watched as she moved it around on her pussy as best she could.

How long had this been going on? Mom was squirming, hunching her hips up, bumpng her glistening slit against the white vibrator while Paul calmly watched. Suddenly, he slapped her ass. Once, twice, three quick slaps. Mom moaned loudly while Paul resumed his quiet observation. When Mom dropped the vibrator he calmly retrieved it and fit it into her clutching fingers.

I stopped the video. I needed to see it from the beginning. How long had this been going on?