I lost my virginity to my mom when I was twenty.
I was going to college at the time and although my studies went pretty well, I was a bit of a wallflower, and had never dated anyone.
I am an only child. During my school years, my parents, both musicians, were often on tour for months on end, and my parents took turns to take care of me, or I stayed with my aunt and uncle if they were both away from home. Also the holidays I would often spend with one of my parents.
My mom, aware that I was alone during the Summer months on campus, had invited me for a week in Venice. I had thought it very sweet of her and I had said yes.
We arrived at Marco Polo airport on a sunny August afternoon and took a water taxi. My mother had rented a beautiful 16th-century apartment near the Rio de Palazzo o de Canonica, owned by an elderly couple. Our room was spectacular, still in its original state, with a painted ceiling, wooden walls, and a marble floor.
Tired and jet-lagged, we had a short meal in a nearby trattoria and went to bed.
The next day we got up early. We had made a list of places we wanted to see, and I had made a schedule to help us avoid the worst crowds. We arrived at the Rialto market at 7am, then stayed in line from 9:30 to see the Basilica San Marco, and spent more than two hours in that most magnificent of churches.
We had lunch in a nice small trattoria and, starting to feel the Summer heat, jet lag and Bardolino, went back to our apartment for a nap.
In the late afternoon we went to the Palazzo Grassi, and after that we strolled to find another trattoria for supper.
During the main course, Mom raised her glass and said: "A toast to you for sacrificing your holiday to your old mother. You can probably think of better company, but I want you to know that I'm having a really good time."
I smiled at her. "Mom, it was so sweet of you to go with me on vacation. Sacrificing my holiday? We're in Venice! And I wouldn't want to be here with anyone but you. So here's to you. My beautiful young mom who invited me to the most wonderful place on earth."
Mom smiled amusedly and said: "That's very nicely said. Still, I'm grateful that you accepted the invitation. Not many twenty-year-olds would care to spend their holidays with their mom. So how about a toast to the two of us?" And that's what we had.
"You don't have to answer me," said Mom, "but are you seeing anyone?"
"No", I said, and I blushed. "I have never even dated anyone."
Mom looked hurt. "I'm sorry," she said.
We were silent for a while.
"How come you have never dated anyone?" asked Mom.
"I don't know. I feel really clumsy around girls. I become hyperconscious of everything. Don't know where to leave my hands, and I'm thinking every few seconds if I'm making the right amount of eye contact. I don't know a good opening sentence to begin with."
"Opening sentences are so overrated", said Mom. I've heard them all: 'Haven't we met before?' or 'You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen!' They're such a turn-off. I never dated guys who talked to me like that. It's better to be a little ambiguous. Start with friendly conversation and don't make your intentions too clear. Girls have hunting instincts too. If they think you're up for grabs, you're less desirable to them."
I nodded, as it was certainly good advice, but wasn't too sure if I would be able to put it into practice.
Mom said: "I'm sorry, I don't want to make you feel bad. Let's talk about something else."
"It's OK", I said. And we changed the topic of our conversation.
Back in the apartment, we took turns to shower and went to bed, a letto matrimoniale. The advertisement had mentioned two single beds, but we had been too tired to protest.
I was lying on my back and Mom on her side, looking at me.
"Can I give you a hug?" Mom asked.
Even though I felt a little surprised and awkward, as I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and Mom only a nightgown, I nodded.
Mom moved to me, put her arms around me and her left leg over my mine, and gave me a sweet, loving kiss in the neck.
Sensing her soft warm body under the silk nightgown, I involuntarily grew a giant erection and froze.
Mom felt my unease and moved back, but in doing so, accidentally brushed the bulge in my pants with her hand. "Sorry," she said softly. I muttered: "It's OK."
There was a moment of awkward silence.
Then, Mom asked: "Shall I... help you with that?"
The thought of Mom "helping" me both shocked and aroused me. The arousal won. "Are you sure?"
Mom put her arms back around me, firmly pushing her body against mine. She moved down my shorts, revealing my fully erect penis, and started to slowly masturbate me. I turned around and we looked each other in the eyes. Mom smiled at me and I smiled back to her.
She guided my right hand to her left breast and I started fondling it.
We kept looking each other in the eyes while we caressed each other.
Despite the absurdity of the situation, my nervousness fell away. Being intimate with Mom felt good. I did not have to prove myself to her, and she loved me the way I was.
I gathered all my courage and softly asked: "Mom, will you make love to me?"
Mom stopped masturbating me for a moment and looked me in the eyes.
"Only if you want it too," I said.
Mom hesitated. Then, she took off her nightgown and undies. I saw Mom naked for the first time since I was a child. I had always thought of her as pretty. Nude, she was stunningly beautiful.
"O Mom," I gasped. Mom smiled at me, and helped me out of my shirt. We lied down and held and caressed each other, breathing ever more quickly.
After about twenty minutes, Mom sat on top of me, and guided my penis to the entrance of her pussy. It wouldn't go inside.
"I'm a little tense," said Mom.
Mom started rubbing her clitoris with two fingers while she kept pushing her pussy gently against my penis. I felt her arousal fluid running down my penis, and I slowly slid inside her.
Mom rode me slowly and for the first time I experienced the delightful sensation of being inside a woman. It felt so overwhelming that I came close to an orgasm almost immediately. I gently put my hands on Mom's hips to make her slow down. She stopped riding me for a moment, guided my right hand to her clitoris, and helped me stimulate her. Once I understood how she wanted it, Mom resumed riding me, her hands on her knees. We kept looking at each other. "You can look at me", said Mom. I knew what she meant and admired her long smooth blond hair, her large round tits, her lovely hourglass-shaped body, and her soft, moist, hairy pussy. But we mostly looked each other in the eyes. Whenever I was close to orgasm, Mom sensed it, slowed down, then continued riding me.
After a while, Mom started to breathe ever more quickly. "Come inside me," she said, and we climaxed together. Mom started sobbing while I squirted large loads of sperm inside her, five, six, seven times.
Mom lied down on top of me and we hugged each other.
I wiped off Mom's tears, kissed her on her lips, and caressed her hair.
"Are you allright?" I asked Mom.
"I'm OK. And you?"
Mom smiled through her tears, and I said: "You are making me so happy, Mom. I love you."
"I love you too dearest."
I held Mom tightly as we cuddled and fondled each other.
"Mom, do you regret it?"
Mom stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "No my love."
I was still inside her and after a while, I got a new erection. Mom lied down, and let me on top, and I fucked her once more, slowly and intensely.
We made love five or six times that night. Then we went to the bathroom and showered together. I washed Mom's vagina, and she washed my penis. We went back to bed, and slept naked in each other's arms.
The next day we slept late, and ordered lunch in our apartment.
After lunch, we undressed, and went to bed again to make love.
Mom gave me a sweet kiss on the mouth. I hesitated and Mom noticed.
"It's OK if you don't want to kiss", she said.
"I'm sorry Mom. I just think it's strange to kiss with you."
Mom smiled amusedly. "You think kissing your Mom is worse than fucking her?"
I chuckled. "Touché."
We tried a tongue kiss. It felt really awkward.
"That is weird", said Mom. "but maybe it just takes a little getting used to".
Mom caressed my face with both her hands and gave me a deep, loving tongue-kiss, while I stroked her face, hair, back, buttocks, and tits. After twenty minutes of intense kissing, the unease went away. We kissed ever more deeply and intensely while we held and stroked and caressed each other.
We were both red-faced from arousal. Mom was soaking wet and my penis was throbbing and painfully stiff.
"I want you inside me," said Mom.
Mom sat on top of me and I softly pushed the tip of my penis between Mom's labia. We tongue-kissed and I felt her nipples on my chest . Her vagina was open and so wet that I slid inside her very easily, all the way in.
Mom made us sit upright. She was sitting on my legs and moved her hips around, making my penis slide back and forth inside her vagina, while we tongue-kissed intensely. I couldn't penetrate Mom very deeply this way, but I loved holding her close, tongue-kissing her, feeling her nipples, and stroking her back and her hair.
I wanted to climax with Mom together but after a few minutes, my senses became completely overwhelmed. "Mom, I'm coming." Mom kissed me even more intensely, contracted her vaginal muscles, and I felt like bursting inside her, filling her with load after load of sperm. Mom closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, moaning softly.
"I'm so sorry Mom, I wanted to come together with you."
"Don't worry about it," said Mom. She smiled at me. "That was lovely."
We showered together, then went back to bed.
I couldn't stop looking at Mom, and I knew I had deeply fallen in love with her, and wanted to make her happy.
"Mom", I whispered, "will you teach me how to lick your pussy?"
She smiled. "Of course."
Mom lied down on the pillows, spread her legs, and started teaching me.
"You need to stimulate me in two ways at the same time. While you lick my clitoris here, I need your index and middle finger inside me, like this. But first, we need to cut your nails really short and polish them smooth, so that you won't injure me. Give me your hands."
She reached out for her nail clipper and nail file and made my nails completely smooth.
"OK let's get going," Mom said. "First foreplay."
We did twenty minutes of foreplay. I caressed her face, her hair, her back, her arms and her feet, and licked her nipples. Then, she took my head in her hands and guided me to her pussy.
Mom's labia were swollen and wet. I started licking her pussy. "A little higher. More pressure. Too fast." She kept giving me guidance until she felt silent. Then, she moaned softly. "This is lovely. Now let's work on the fingers."
I gently pushed my index and middle fingers inside Mom's vagina, careful not to hurt her.
"Don't worry", she said, "you're not hurting me. Now, push your fingers downwards. Not deeper, you're already all in. Right. Now, move them like this." She took my hand and we exercised until I understood how she wanted it.
"OK", she said, "now, you need to use your tongue and your fingers at the same time. I will guide you. Do not rush and do not stop. A woman's orgasm comes in waves."
She laid back and held my head in her hands while I licked her and moved my fingers inside her vagina exactly as she wanted it. She moved her hips around so I knew how fast she wanted me to go.
After half an hour she reached a gigantic climax. "God!" she cried.
Mom pulled me up, and we held each other tight. "Oh God, this was good," said Mom. The tip of my penis pushed against the entrance of her vagina." "I know you want in," said Mom, "but do it now and it will really hurt. I'll give you oral in a minute."
"No rush, Mom", I said. "I enjoy seeing you so happy."
Mom looked at me for a long time, stroking my hair.
"Love me," she said.
I gave Mom a deep, intense, salty kiss, and put all my love for her in it.
"Yes," said Mom. "You do love me."
We cuddled and kissed and stroked each other and I wanted to be Mom's lover forever.
A little while later, Mom let me lie down on the pillows, took my stiff penis in her right hand, and looked at it curiously.
"Geez, I hadn't noticed you were that big. Six inches?"
I chuckled. "I never thought of measuring it Mom. Underwear doesn't come in penis sizes."
Mom laughed. "In this case, perhaps it should."
Mom gently pulled down the foreskin and she started kissing and licking and sucking my penis and my balls. She did not need any guidance. I held her head in my hands and caressed her hair while she made me reach my climax. I pulled out just in time and ejaculated on my own belly.
Mom licked the sperm from my belly and my penis, then lied down next to me, and again we held each other closely.
"Next time you can come inside my mouth," said Mom.
"I don't think that's nice, Mom," I said.
"I like it. And I love the taste of your sperm," she said. "But it's sweet of you to be so considerate."
We cuddled for a while without saying anything.
"May I ask you something intimate?" asked Mom.
"Yes," I said.
"How often do you do it?" she asked.
"You mean -- "
"Masturbate," she said.
I blushed intensely.
"Two or three times a day," I whispered.
"Where do you do it? You don't have a lot of privacy in your dorm room."
"If Lawrence is there, I do it in the shower. When he is with his girlfriend, I do it in the room."
"Do you phantasize or do you look at porn?"
I blushed even more.
"You don't have to tell me. But it's OK to tell me. I won't judge you."
"I phantasize about professor McNair often. And I have some magazines."
"What is professor McNair like?"
"She is our best teacher. She is really pretty and she is always nice to me."
"And let me guess. She has beautiful long hair, big boobs and wears tight blouses and high-heeled shoes."
"None of that," I said, and then, softer: "Apart from the boobs."
Mom laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. So what do you phantasize if you think of her?"
"A different story every time. Last time I thought about how we would go hiking into the mountains together, walking hand in hand, and talk and have fun."
"I guess she'd be wearing a tight body con dress and no undies and no bra, and her tits would bounce as she walked," said Mom.
I turned red. "Erm, right. And we would find a nice picnic spot and we would start making out and have sex."
"That sounds really nice," said Mom. "Maybe you should invite professor McNair for a holiday."
"Not a chance," I said, "she's married."
"I'm married," said Mom, ironically.
"Tell me about the magazines. Do you jerk off to them?"
"Geez Mom, really?"
"You don't have to tell me. I'm just curious. It turns me on to hear you talk about it."
"OK," I said, but it took me a while before I could answer.
"I have some Penthouses."
"Penthouse? Is that soft or hard core?"
"Soft core I think. There's no sex in them, just nude women."
"So what do you do? You look at the nude pic and you jerk off while you think of fucking them?"
"So where do you buy the magazines?"
"I buy them at a newsstand. A different one every time. I don't want them to remember me."
"So buying a Penthouse embarrasses you?"
"Yes", I said. "Especially if the seller is a woman. Sometimes they look at me with such contempt."
"Why are they selling those magazines then?" That was a fair question.
"So you don't mind me jerking off to nude pics?" I asked.
"Not at all," said Mom. "Everyone has sexual phantasies. You can't help what arouses you. By the way how did you choose Penthouse? Did you try different magazines? I see so many of them at the newsstands."
"I tried several. Playboy is a bit too polished and soft, it doesn't turn me on enough. Hustler is more explicit and vulgar. Penthouse is nice, and, well, hot."
"What do you mean by hot?"
"The women are really beautiful, and they are very beautifully photographed. And er,..."
"They show pussy."
Mom laughed. "What is it with guys and pussy? I think a vulva looks so unattractive."
"You don't think so?"
"I think yours is so beautiful. It looks like a rose. I think roses are pretty."
Mom giggled. "You are such a romantic," she said.
"Let me show you. Can I look in your make-up bag?"
"My make-up bag?" asked Mom. "Sure, I have no secrets for you. Why?"
I got up, opened the make-up bag at the dressing table, and took out her hand mirror.
"God, no," said Mom.
I stepped back into bed, and sat behind Mom, my face right next to hers, and held the mirror, and we looked at her vulva together.
I opened up her labia a bit with my index and middle finger. "Look, doesn't your vulva like a rose?"
Mom looked, but wasn't convinced. I opened her up a little further.
"Hmmm. Maybe a little bit."
Mom felt my hard-on and smiled. "You do love my pussy, don't you. And I love to feel you inside me. Shall we try doggy style?" We made love once more and built up a mighty orgasm together.
After a while, Mom got out of the bed and said, "Mind to go outside for an errand?"
"Sure. What errand?"
Mom didn't answer.
We dressed and went outside. It was late afternoon, hot and humid.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To a newsstand," said Mom.
It took me a while to realize what she had just said.
"A newsstand? Seriously?"
"Of course. I want to know what I'm competing against."
I felt embarrassed in the extreme. Yet the thought of Mom buying a nude magazine turned me on.
We found a newsstand. The seller was a woman in her fifties. Oh God.
"Penthouse magazine, per favore", said Mom cheerfully.
The woman didn't even flinch. "Edizione italiana o americana?" she asked.
Mom turned to me. "What, they come in different editions?" I was too embarrassed to speak. "Both," said Mom to the lady. The lady mentioned the amount, put the magazines in a thin brown envelope and Mom paid.
We went back to the apartment and sat on the bed together. Mom opened the American edition and browsed to the first nude pics. It was a stunning beauty with curly red hair in a room with antiques. Mom looked at the first picture. "She's a knockout. I would have sex with her." She turned the page.
The model was sitting on a grand piano, with her legs wide and her pussy open, wearing sharp high-heel boots going all the way up over her knees.
"These boots are just for photoshoots, right? You couldn't possibly walk with them."
She looked at me, curiously.
"Have you got a thing for boots?"
"I think she's really hot," I said. "But I still worry what you think of me for jerking off to magazines."
"I want to know all about your sexual phantasies. Don't worry. I think you have excellent taste. These pictures are really nice." She looked at the magazine again and turned the page.
There was a close-up in soft focus where the model pulled a pearl necklace out of her vagina. Mom gasped. "Geez, that's really in your face," she said.
"But effective", she continued. "God, I'm soaking down there."
She looked at me again. My heart was racing.
"Are you OK?"
I was too aroused to speak.
"I would have sex with you, but I can't compete with this redhead," Mom teased.
"Mom, I'm going to explode," I muttered.
"Come here my love," said Mom. "If you need to explode, do it inside me."
I quickly unzipped Mom's dress and took off her bra and undies. I looked at her pussy and saw that her labia were swollen, open and wet. I took off my shirt and pants, revealing my fully erect penis.
Mom and I looked at each other, both red-faced from arousal. Mom said: "Shall we skip the foreplay?"
Mom lied down and I entered her and we fucked and tongue-kissed at the same time. I wanted to climax together with Mom but couldn't control myself and came within half a minute, squirting Mom full of sperm that I didn't know I had. Seeing that Mom was in dire need of an orgasm herself, I put my fingers inside her, feeling my own sperm, and licked her clitoris until she came.
I got hold of the mirror and put it under her pussy again, and we both watched my sperm dripping out of her pussy, on the mirror. Mom licked the sperm of my fingers, then took the sperm from her vagina with her index finger and licked it up, while I was lying on her thigh, watching her pussy closely. I opened her pussy with my fingers and went with my tongue deep inside her, and licked and sucked the mix of arousal fluid and sperm. The last mouthful I didn't swallow, but shared with her in a deep, sticky, salty tongue-kiss.
The next day we spent a long time in the splendid, large marble bathroom, which had a shower, bathtub, and a large mirror.
We were standing in front of the mirror. I had my arms around Mom and admired her divine body. I caressed Mom, kissed her in her neck, and stroked her hair.
"You are not human Mom. You are a goddess. Just look at you. You have descended from Mount Olympos and your name is Aphrodite."
Mom smiled, amused. "And which of my sons are you? Eros? Priapos?"
I grinned. "I guess there's where the analogy ends Mom."
I held Mom's large round tits in my hands, and played with her nipples. "I'm so jealous with you Mom. I wish I were you so I could look at myself all day."
Mom scoffed. "And carry 5 pounds of boob all day? And have periods? And have guys wolf-whistle at you all the time?"
I pondered what Mom said for a moment. "Yes, it would be worth it," I said.
"You clearly do not know what you are talking about," said Mom. "OK, my turn. Let me take a look at you."
Mom stood half behind me and looked at me in the mirror.
"Adonis," said Mom.
"You know what happened to Aphrodite and Adonis, Mom," I teased.
"Yes," said Mom, "we need to choose our analogies better."
She looked at me again. "Beautiful and perfectly proportioned," she said. "You are a work of art. The girls in college don't know what they're missing."
"They do show interest. But when they do, I don't dare to say anything, or I say something stupid. I always mess up."
Mom stroked my chest and my penis, which was getting hard. "After this vacation, there won't be any more mess-ups," she said decidedly. "I'll make sure of that."
I turned around and lifted Mom up. She held me tight while we gave each other a deep French kiss.
There was a large marble surface near the shower for soap and shampoo. I swiped the bottles on the floor and put Mom down. She opened her legs wide and we hugged and caressed and kissed each other for a long time.
"Fuck me," said Mom. And I entered Mom and we tongue-kissed and fucked slowly until we reached an Olympian orgasm together.
When we woke up the next day, I said: "I just realized that we're still in Venice. What would you say if we did a bit more sightseeing?"
"Let's do it," said Mom. She smiled. "Here we are in the most beautiful place on earth and all we do is fuck."
We went to the Gallerie dell'Accademia, the Palazzo Cavalli-Francheti and the Santa Maria of Gesuati. The weather was splendid. We held and caressed each other's hands and smiled at each other every few moments, deeply in love and boundlessly happy.
We had lunch outside at the Fondamenta Zattere Al Ponte Lungo, at the waterside, sitting next to each other and kissing every few moments. We shared an ice-cream for desert, feeding each other with the same spoon. The waiters much enjoyed seeing the romance between a mature woman and a young man. Apparently they were not noticing the kinship. (Or maybe they were, and enjoying themselves even more.)
We went back to the apartment and I asked, "Can I ask about your sex life Mom?"
"Yes," said Mom.
"How often do you and Dad have sex?"
"Well we don't see each other often as you know," said Mom. "But when we do, we have sex every night. We both love sex. And I guess the distance helps keep things exciting. We also have phone sex whenever we've got a chance."
"Phone sex, really?" I laughed. "Now I understand why there is a phone in the bedroom."
"It's a lot of fun," said Mom. "We share a sex phantasy and we touch ourselves. We make up a story together. For example we are invited to this dress ball. We are dancing in this splendid 18th century hall full of gold and mirrors and stunning women in beautiful dresses. We dance in the middle and everybody watches us as we dance and strip, and everybody else strips as well and the two of us end up having sex with everybody else watching us."
I was seeing it all before me. "O Mom," I said, "that's lovely. The two of you are real artists."
I asked: "Do you ever sleep with someone else?"
"Sometimes I sleep with Eric, the lighting guy in our crew."
I had met Eric, and I thought of him as a nice, handsome guy.
I grinned. "You have got a great taste Mom. Does Dad know?"
"Of course. It doesn't bother him too much. He also slept with someone else a few times. That doesn't bother me either."
"Do you ever watch porn?"
"I'm not really into porn. What I've seen was made in really poor taste. It turns me off if people pretend to enjoy sex. Porn is no match for my own imagination. What about you? Don't you miss the intimacy in those Penthouses?"
"I guess I do," I said. "Jerking off to a Penthouse is like going to McDonald's. It gets the job done, but you feel bad afterwards."
Mom laughed. "Why is that?"
"It's just not real. I don't know these girls, and they don't know me."
"So why do you keep watching porn?"
"Just the urge I guess. And maybe my imagination is not as good as yours."
"Hmmm," said Mom, "Maybe I can give you some memories to masturbate to."
"I'm sure you can," I laughed.
Then I asked: "Mom, do you masturbate if Dad is away?"
"Yes, a few times per day."
"What do you phantasize about if you masturbate?"
"I phantasize about many things, but there are some returning themes. I like to make up stories, I like to be watched, I like to be the center of attention, I like sex with a man and a woman." Then, softer: "And the men are usually younger than me."
"Hmmm. Have you ever fantasized about me?"
Mom blushed and didn't answer for a while. "I might have," she smiled, slightly embarrassed. "How about you?"
"A few times," I said. Mom looked at me. Then I said, softer: "Sorry Mom. Many times."
Mom gave me a long, deep kiss. "I love that. So that's why you are so good at making love to me. I wish I had known."
"What would you have done Mom?"
"I would have slept with you a thousand times and be your lover and teach you how to be confident around girls."
"But then I might be on holiday with professor McNair now," I teased.
"Or with both of us," said Mom, smiling mischievously.
I laughed. But the thought was a huge turn on."Let's see if we can picture that. Once upon a time..."
On the last night, after we had had sex twice, Mom asked: "What will you do when you're back on campus? Will you phantasize about me?"
"Would you mind if I did?"
Mom stroked my hair. "I would really love that."
I smiled. "I will phantasize about you every time Mom. And you? Will you phantasize about me?"
Mom smiled. "I will. Every time." And she continued: "Maybe imagining us on stage, with an audience of nude people watching us."
"Anything, Mom", I said. "It's your phantasy. You can do with me whatever you want."
"I sure will," said Mom.
Mom stroked my chest, belly and my penis. "Would you masturbate for me now? I would love to see you do it."
I didn't immediately answer.
"Sorry," said Mom, "I don't want to embarrass you. It would really turn me on. But you don't have to if you don't want to. "
"I can try," I said. "But I'm not sure if I can come again. You just sucked it all out of me."
Mom smiled. "Let's see if we can find your reserves," she said.
Mom got out of the bed and sat down at the dressing table, naked. She brushed her hair smooth. She put on her make-up, then opened her jewel case and took out her long pearl necklace, earrings and gold bracelets.
On the other side of the room there was a chaise longue. In each corner was a floor lamp. Mom arranged them in the middle of the room and switched them on.
Mom laid down on the chaise longe, checked the effects of the lights on her body, tried different poses. She got up a few times to rearrange the lamps until they were in the exact right spot. Then she laid down again, rearranged her necklace, and put her left arm under her head. She pulled up her right leg, with her right hand resting on her knee.
Mom's hair was backlit by the lamp behind the chaise longe. The lamp on her right softly accentuated her facial features and the contours of her body. She looked stunning. "Oh Mom," I whispered, "you are the most beautiful woman on earth." And I truly meant it.
Mom gave me a loving smile. She pushed her perfectly shaped breasts forward and opened her labia with her fingers, so that I could see the pink opening of her vagina. "Do it baby", she said softly. "Look at me. Give it to me."
I started masturbating while I looked all over her superb body: her smiling face, her smooth blond hair, her velvet skin, her large round tits, her dark hairy pussy. "Come my love," Mom kept whispering, "Give it to me. Look at me. Come baby."
I masturbated slowly, overwhelmed by Mom's unearthly beauty. I could tell that I was turning Mom on as well, as her face was blushing and her labia were swollen and turning moist. After ten minutes, I ejaculated. Out of habit, I pulled my foreskin up to keep the sperm inside. Mom saw it, stood up and came to me, smiling seductively. She grabbed my penis and I let go and the sperm started to flow over, but she put my penis into her mouth, and licked and sucked it and swallowed all of it, down to the last drop.
"That was so arousing Mom", I said.
Mom was blushing and lied down to me. "I'm ready for the hottest sex in history now," she said. She looked at my penis. "But it looks like you need a break."
"I can't let you down Mom, not after all you did for me," I said. "I will give you everything I have."
I helped Mom on her back, opened her legs, gently pushed my fingers inside her and started licking her clitoris. As I knew that she wanted me inside her, I concentrated on getting an erection again by arousing myself with the smell, taste and feel of her pussy, and by pumping blood towards my penis.
After a few minutes, my penis was fully erect again. Mom saw it and raised her legs so that I could enter her. I held her legs while I pushed my penis all the way inside her. She put her hands on my back while I fucked her, with slow, deep thrusts. We looked each other in the eye with intense love. Mom was building up her climax, reaching ever greater heights. She was moaning softly and every muscle in her body was contracting. "Fuck me," Mom whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me." Then, she closed her eyes and her body spasmed violently while she reached a monstrous orgasm. "Oh God!", she cried, so loud that I could hear it echo from the marble staircase. Then, softer: "Oh God. Oh God."
I lied down next to Mom and we held each other close.
I stroked her hair and kissed her on her cheeks, her forehead and her still closed eyes. "That was so beautiful, Mom. I'm so in love with you. I love you more than I can say."
"I'm in love with you too," said Mom. "You're my great love. The love of my life."
We hugged and caressed each other for a while, and Mom said: "This was the first time that I came purely vaginally. I didn't know I could do it."
"It's so special to be with you Mom. I can never stop making love to you."
"Never ever stop," said Mom. "I'm addicted to you."
The next morning we checked out of the hotel. The owner looked quite bewildered, seemed completely lost for words and clumsily dropped her cashbook on the floor. Obviously she had heard the noises that we had made all week long, and knew that we were mother and son as we had told her when we checked in.
We walked to the water taxi. "That was awkward", said Mom.
"It was," I said. "Do you think she'll talk?"
"No I don't think so. She risks getting blamed for making up an outrageous incest story."
We arrived at the airport, and checked in.
The flight wasn't full, and we had enough privacy to hold hands, kiss, and talk.
"I'm going to miss you terribly," I said. "I will have to go into rehab."
Mom smiled faintly. "Not just you," she said.
"Should we tell Dad?" I asked.
"Yes", said Mom. "He will sense what is going on from a mile away. I better just tell him."
"Oh Jesus." The thought made me extremely nervous.
"He will be OK," she said.
I wasn't sure. "He'll be so disgusted and so mad."
"He won't be. Your dad can understand anything."
"You think he can understand an incestuous relationship?"
"Yes. He is an extraordinary man."
"Mom, will you please call me once you've talked to him?" I asked.
"Of course," said Mom.
"Mom, there is something else."
"What is it my love?"
"If Dad can't take it, fix things with him. You and I will always have our bond even if we can't be lovers. But you and Dad are soulmates. You must stay together."
Mom looked at me with her eyes wide open.
"Mom, do you love Dad?"
"Yes I do."
"Then fix things with him."
"You have your father's big heart," she said. "I can't believe my luck of having you both."
Dad was waiting for us at the airport. I felt sick from our betrayal. Dad sensed that something was going on, but didn't ask any questions. He gave me a big hug, took Mom home, and I went back to campus.
That night, Mom called.
"Did you talk to Dad?" I asked.
"Yes I did. He asked right away what had happened. I told him everything."
I shivered. "What did he say?"
"He was shocked at first, but then he understood. He accepts that we are lovers, and he wants us to be happy."
I was impressed and incredibly relieved. Indeed, Dad is an extraordinary man.
Dad wasn't jealous of me and Mom. When I came to see them, Mom and I would be so starved for each other that we would go to the bedroom right away and make love two or three times. After that, we would return to the living room, hand in hand, radiantly happy and fulfilled, and Dad would smile at us and ask if we had had a good time.
Mom, Dad and I kept doing all the things that we had always done together: talk about our lives, go to the gym, go to a concert, see a movie. If both Mom and Dad were at home, Dad would stay in my room at night, while I slept with Mom, and make love with her over and over again, until we were utterly exhausted. We would lie and talk and sleep naked in each other's arms, and do all the things that lovers do.
When I returned to campus, Dad would move back into the bedroom, and sleep with Mom again.
Dad hadn't just patient; he had been smart. Mom and Dad's sex life exploded. At first, Mom was embarrassed and sometimes asked if I was OK with her and Dad having sex, and I told her, truthfully, that I loved them both and that she shouldn't worry about it.
In the beginning Mom was a bit hesitant about having sex during her periods.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No it doesn't," said Mom. "In fact it relieves the pain. But maybe you think it's dirty."
"Dear Mom, most beautiful of women, Goddess of Love. I adore you and I want to make love with you. How about some pain reduction therapy?"
Mom gave me a painful smile. "You clearly have no idea how bad it is. But do give me some therapy, my love. Foreplay with full penetration please."
And that's what I gave her. From then on, Mom wouldn't worry about having sex during her periods anymore.
Mom and I called each other as often as we could. But since I shared a dorm room and the phone was in the hallway, there were not many opportunities to talk intimately.
Instead, we wrote each other love letters every day. They were all quite the same: endless variations of declarations of love. And every letter would have a poem.
The day before my twenty-first birthday, Mom called to say that she had sent me a present. "Make sure that you're alone when you open it," said Mom. "It's something personal."
And indeed, a package was delivered on my birthday. I waited in my dorm room until my roommate had gone to class and I opened it. There were three photo albums. They were enormous, like half poster size.
I opened one of them and there was a nude picture of Mom. Blood rushed to my head from extreme arousal and shock. Mom was sitting on top of a black grand piano in a large oak room with antiques. She looked astonishing. She wore perfect make-up and her hair was beautifully styled, clearly the work of a professional. She was wearing high-heeled black boots and a long pearl necklace. Her right leg lied down while her left leg was pulled up; her left arm leaned on her left leg and her hand was in her hair. Her labia were swollen and moist and partly opened.
I turned the page and there was a photo of Mom's vulva, in soft focus, close up.
On the next page, there was another close-up, in which Mom pulled her pearl necklace out of her vagina.
I flipped through all three albums. There were three series of photographs; one in the antique room, the other in a bath house, and the third outdoor, in the mountains.
I ran to the phone in the hallway, after quickly checking if the dormitory was empty, which it was, and called Mom.
"Mom!" I whispered, trembling, still scared that our conversation would be overheard. "What did you do?"
"Happy birthday my love! Do you like the album?" asked Mom.
"Mom, are you sure about this?"
"Of course! It's a present from me and Dad. We wanted to give you something special for your birthday."
"But Mom, how...?"
"I called Penthouse and asked if they could arrange a professional nude series of me, for personal use. I went to a photo studio and one of their photographers made these three series. The photographer was great. I think these are the best photos ever made of me."
She giggled. "They tried really hard to convince me to allow them to publish the photos in Penthouse Magazine. They offered a lot of money. But I didn't want to. I want only one guy to masturbate to these photos and that is you."
"Oh my God," I whispered. "They must have cost you a fortune."
"They did," said Mom. "But I thought it was better to make these pictures while I'm still pretty. And Dad was feeling bad for you because you can't make love with me as often as you'd like."
"Aren't you afraid that the photos will be published anyway?" I asked.
"No. Our attorney set up a contract, and they have to pay us compensation if these photos are ever published. Enough for us to retire instantly."
"Your attorney! Jeanette? So she also knows about these pictures?"
"Yes. But she doesn't know they're for you. She thinks they're for Dad. And she can't talk anyway. Attorney-client privilege. But you still haven't told me if you like the photos."
"You are so beautiful in these pictures Mom. It's a lovely gift. The best gift I've ever had -- apart from having you in Venice."
"I was thinking of you all the time when the photos were taken. Will you masturbate to them?" asked Mom.
"Yes Mom, always," I said. "I always think of you. Nobody but you."
"Me too, love," she said. "it's always you." She giggled. "The idea of you masturbating to my pictures is very arousing. I think I need to do something now."
I laughed. "Have fun, Mom. In fact I'm in a hurry too." And we hang up.
I quickly ran back to my dorm room, locked the door from the inside, and browsed the third album. There was a photo of Mom in the snow, wearing nothing but snow boots and a white wollen knit cap. Mom smiled lovingly. Her hair fell over her large round tits, and she was standing with her legs spread, so I could see her beautiful hairy pussy and the slightly opened labia. But it was her smile that made the photo special. Mom had been thinking of me, and was smiling at me. I masturbated while I thought of making love to Mom in the snow. I came so violently that I couldn't hold my sperm under my foreskin, and squirted all over the floor.
What I had left behind in Venice was my insecurity. I felt strong and confident and that did not remain unnoticed. In any case not by Jennifer, a drop-dead gorgeous student at my college. She was smart, lively, quick-witted, and --or so I thought-- quite out of my league.
Not so. Mom had been right about girls' hunting instincts. The fact that I was the only guy not chasing her had piqued Jennifer's curiosity. We started dating, and our third date ended as happy as anyone could wish. After giving her everything I had for forty minutes, she reached a stratospheric orgasm. "Fuck!!!" she yelled when she climaxed. It took her several minutes to recover. "What the fuck was that? I thought you were the campus wallflower and I was your first date. Where the fuck did you learn that?"
I smiled. "I had a good sex teacher."
"Yeah right," said Jennifer. "Who would that be? Your mom?"
Many years have passed. Jennifer and I are still together, and we have two beautiful children, a daughter and a son.
I have never told Jennifer about Mom, even though my sex life with Mom has been an enormous boon to my sex life with Jennifer.
Whereas our friends with small children look exhausted and worn out, Jennifer and me are radiantly happy and full of energy.
"I need to ask you guys," our friend Mireille asked when she and her husband Neil were visiting us for supper. "You're raising two kids, like us, and you deal with the same broken nights. Yet you look like 20-year olds and like madly in love with each other. What's your secret?"
"Sex," said Jennifer casually. "Unlimited, glowing hot sex. A good half-hour fuck before we get out of bed. A quickie before we go to work. Another quickie in a restroom if we manage to meet for lunch. Another quickie right after we get home -- while the kids watch a cartoon. Another proper fuck on the couch when the children are in bed. And then two or three times before we go to sleep. And whoever of us happens to wake up during the night wakes the other for a slow fuck. That's just the weekdays of course -- during the weekend we have a long fuck during the children's afternoon nap."
Neil nervously dropped his knife and Mireille gazed at Jennifer in disbelief .
"That's why we're on this protein-rich diet," said Jennifer, carefree. "Do you like the oysters?"
"You're fucking kidding us," said Mireille.
"Not at all," said Jennifer. "Ten fucks a day. We've become real experts. I can even squirt now. We climax together like fucking Mount Pinatubo. Would you like a demonstration?"
I bursted out in nervous laughter. Mireille gave Neil a meaningful glance, and Neil looked guilty.
"Cut the bullshit Neil," said Jennifer. "Fuck Mia tonight. For two hours. I will call her tomorrow, and if you haven't fucked her brains out, I will send my man here and he will do it for you."
"Tonight is not really a good time," said Mireille meekly.
"Cut the bullshit Mia," said Jennifer. "We fuck right though my periods as well. It's bliss. I've never had any menstrual pain since. Never mind the mess. You guys don't have a washing machine?"
Despite our wonderful sex life, being unfaithful to Jennifer is a terrible burden. So much so that Mom and I stopped being lovers for several months. It made both of us so depressed that Dad begged us to start seeing each other again. And so we did.
Jennifer knows about my strong attachment to Mom, and sometimes I worry that she will find out that we are lovers, and I think of confessing everything to her.
"He is such a mommy's child," I heard her say on the phone to her girlfriend Gina. "If you see how he is taking care of her and talking to her... I would be suspicious if he wasn't fucking me silly all day." Then she laughed exuberantly and I knew she wasn't serious.
Mom and I are seeing each other once every two weeks, when Jennifer stays with the children at her parents' house. I spend the night with Mom and we make love until we're completely exhausted, and sleep naked in each other's arms. Mom always likes to lie on top of me and feel me inside her while she falls asleep. I tell her it's not good for her but that's how she wants it. We tell each other sex stories, masturbate to Mom's pictures together, or take turns to masturbate while the other one watches. And we celebrate the wonderful love that only a mother and son can have.