As Nina’s eyes and mine locked in the chapel of the Fred Wood Funeral Home, I figured we were both thinking about my mom walking in on the two of us as I was shooting my load all over Nina’s back, the bed, and the black robe she borrowed from my mom’s closet. I know that some of you are thinking that after Nina eventually returned from the bathroom, my mom joined us for a steamy threesome. That did not happen. After Nina returned from the bathroom, my mom kicked her out of the house and then proceeded to yell at me as I uncomfortably sat naked on her bed for a half hour before sending me to my room.
I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. However, to answer your next question, yes, I did eventually fuck my mom the following evening. Before we get there, I need to fast forward to January 1988. Henri Pachard, aka Ron Sullivan, was filming a spiritual sequel to his hit series “Taboo: American Style.” That was a spoof of nighttime soap operas in four parts. It starred Raven, Paul Thomas, Gloria Leonard, R. Bolla, Joey Silvera, and Tom Byron. This series was called “Taboo: Family Reunion, and I was one of the stars. Because I still had a baby face and looked like I could still be in high school, I was cast in the pivotal role of “Jimmy,” the son who loses his virginity to his mom, played by Laurie Smith.
Laurie was born in 1957, which made her only twelve years older than me. We both found it ludicrous that we were cast as mother and son. If movies could make you believe that a man could fly, you could also believe that she was old enough to play my mom. This was the first time we were working together, and I have to say that I was really excited. She stood at 5'7, weighed 110 lbs., boasted long black hair, and had a 32C-24-34 figure. The situation was straightforward; she entered the room while I was engaged in a private act involving my thirteen-and-a-half-inch member. After playing with herself as she watched me for several minutes, she joined me on the bed and took my character’s innocence.
When we finished fucking, we got an ovation from the crew. A few minutes later, we were alone in the bathroom, cleaning up. After her shower, Laurie told me that she thought my acting was superb. She enjoyed my range of emotions, from initial disgust to giving in to his and his mom’s desires. I guess my eyes betrayed me as I thanked her. The look on her face turned from joy into concern as she realized that I wasn’t acting during our scene, but rather I was reliving an act of love between me and my mother. She mistakenly believed that my mom was my first, as she embraced me and whispered, "I'll never tell anyone your secret.”
“Taboo: Family Reunion” was the only time Laurie and I worked together, but it wasn’t the last time I saw her. That would have been at the 6th AVN Awards on January 6th, 1989, at the Tropicana Hotel. It was my first, and I had been nominated for and won quite a few awards. I won best supporting actor for the above-mentioned feature film. Laurie and I won best sex scene, and the entire cast of the film won best group sex scene. I have to admit it was one of the best moments in my life; for Laurie, it was her last moment in the spotlight. She walked away from adult movies for a more normal life, and I never saw her again. My only regret is that I never had the chance to tell her that my experience with my mom wasn’t a negative one; instead, it was probably one of the greatest things that ever happened to me.
Before the relationship between my mother and me became sexual, I still had to survive the day after my mom caught me and Nina fornicating on her bed. That morning I walked into the living room and saw my mom sitting on the couch looking pissed. She could barely look at me as she started yelling, “You had no right doing what you did in my room last night. You are a selfish and inconsiderate young boy who prioritized his needs, leaving disgusting stains on my pillowcases, sheets, and comforter. You made me spend the entire night doing laundry to avoid sleeping in your mess."
“I wasn’t thinking,” I cried out.
“No, you weren’t,” my mom screamed.
In my sixteen years of existence, the only time I had ever seen my mom this angry was the fight she and my dad had before he moved out. During the next thirty minutes of her yelling and me apologizing, I thought she was going to kick me out. Instead, she grounded me. No TV. No computer games. I would be required to return home immediately from school and refrain from leaving until she deemed it appropriate. The only times I could leave the house were to go to school, work after my leave of absence ended, and church. While being stuck in my room was going to suck, there were some bright spots that included my stereo, books, comic books, and non-stop masturbating to the dirty magazines I hid under my mattress.
By the time my mom finished screaming, she escorted me to my bedroom, slammed my door, and walked away. As I lay on the bed, my room started feeling smaller. While it wasn’t huge to begin with, for every minute that passed, it started feeling more like a cell. The walls felt as if they were closing in, reminiscent of the trash compactor scene from "Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope," but I lacked the necessary tools to break free. Every now and then my mom would come in and check on me. If she saw me reading, she would grab it out of my hand and tell me to reflect on what I had done. The only problem with that was that I got horny when I thought about my evening with Nina.
Just thinking about sex got me extremely horny. When the tip of my dick began to tingle, the only way I could relieve myself was to jack off. That afternoon I took my pants off around five times, grabbed onto my thick thirteen-and-a-half-inch monster, and started stroking until hot jizz shot out and stained my sheet.
Normally, when I play with myself in my room, I keep my ears open so I could hear if anyone was walking in the hallway and approaching my room. This afternoon I was on high alert. When I was masturbating for the third time, I could hear my door open slightly and feel my mom’s gaze as I brought myself to climax. The thought of her watching me turned me on. Was I too much of a pervert to entertain the idea of my mom spying on me while my hand brought joy to my penis? The answer was an astounding yes. I rolled onto my back and began preparing my love rocket for takeoff. On the fourth attempt, my door remained closed. However, an hour later, as I was polishing my staff, it gently opened. I locked eyes with my mom, and hers locked with my dong until jizz shot out before descending on me and my bed. At that point, the door shut, and I could hear my mom walk away.
My sisters and I grew up hearing stories from our grandmother about our mother's tendency to snoop around. Elizabeth Marie Cavanaugh was born on November 18th, 1943, and as soon as she could crawl, she was always snooping. She would always try to find and steal my Uncle Jerry’s toys. As she got older, she would hide in his closet to spy on him and his friends as they sat in his room playing with toys or board games or as they listened to the radio. My mom wasn’t immune to picking up the telephone to listen in on him. She did this for one reason, and one reason only, and that was to tell on him. Since Jerry never wanted to play with her, she would constantly try to get him in trouble. Grandma usually wouldn’t tolerate her being a little tattletale, but Grandpa George, on the other hand, was always eager to punish my mom or uncle for the tiniest infraction. Every time Jerry received a punishment, my mom relished the opportunity to spend time with him.
You’d think that my mom and uncle did not have a cordial relationship. That would be incorrect. By the time my mom was sixteen and my uncle was eighteen, they had become the best of friends. My grandma once said they went from fighting like cats and dogs to becoming inseparable. My grandpa called it the miracle of 1959.
When my mom graduated high school a year early, she followed my uncle to Wayne State University in the fall of 1960. While she lived at her parents’ home in Ferndale, she would usually crash at his bohemian apartment close to campus on the nights she had late classes. My mom’s goal was to be a CPA, but in 1963 my uncle derailed that by introducing my mom to Greg Mitchell, a friend of his who was attending law school at the University of Michigan. They instantly fell in love and got married three months later. She dropped out of school to support my dad, who was studying hard to finish school, and took a job as a bookkeeper/secretary for a company called Federal Metals. The plan was for her to go back to school once my dad was making real money. In the fall of 1966, he was no longer an associate and got a hefty raise. However, an unexpected pregnancy with my sister Laurie derailed those plans, as did her pregnancy with me in 1969 and my little sister Annie in 1971. She finally found the time to finish her degree in 1976 and got a job as an accountant at Federal Metals until they went out of business in 1981.
A couple of hours later, my mom told me that I could leave my room and join her in the kitchen for dinner. My mother's sheer beauty struck me as she served me a Steak-Umm sandwich with Fritos. Every morning, she would wake up at five a.m. to work out to the "Jane Fonda Workout" videotape, and on Saturday morning, she would head to the "Y" for an aerobics class to maintain her trim, forty-three-year-old figure. Unlike other evenings, tonight my mom was torturing me with the clothes she was wearing. Her tight Jordache jeans and even tighter grey Charlie Chaplin t-shirt couldn’t hide her 36D-23-33 figure. Just watching her flaunt her 5'7, 121 lb. body was making my cock tingle. When her raspy voice asked if I wanted dessert, all I could think about was her lips wrapping around my dick, her hazel eyes observing my facial expressions as I blew my load all over her face and permed brown hair. My horniness was possessing me, and I needed to go to my bedroom to take care of it.
I purposely left the door to my bedroom ajar as I sat naked on my bed, softly stroking my hard and enlarged member. I was hoping my mom would once again spy on me pleasuring myself and use the opportunity to invite herself in and have her way with me. But that didn’t happen. Instead, I could hear her watching TV in the living room while Jizz covered me, the bed, and the floor with her blanket. After cleaning myself and the floor, I realized that perhaps my overactive imagination had led me to believe that she was interested in exploring new aspects of our relationship. Could I have imagined her spying on me earlier? Maybe I was so oversexed that I was delusional that every woman wanted me when they heard about or saw my third leg.
After putting my pajamas on, I grabbed my copy of Cameron Crowe’s novel “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.” Because it was based on a true story, the book stood out and was even better than the movie. To write this, Cameron went back to high school for a year and eventually interviewed the students he became friends with after graduation. I couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to go back. At sixteen I already knew the world was bigger than Livonia, Michigan, and I wanted to experience every corner of it. Being a Livonia lifer would be a fate more terrible than death. Lost in his words, I eventually reached the chapter where Linda was instructing Stacy on how to give head. I closed my eyes as my right hand reached into my pajama bottoms, and I began to fantasize about Phoebe Cates and Jennifer Jason Leigh devouring me.
I must’ve fallen asleep after cumming. A buzzing noise and moaning came from my mom's room, abruptly waking me. I placed the book on the table next to my bed and listened intently, imagining her fucking herself with one of her toys. I started lightly stroking my cock as I listened to her moans get louder and got truly aroused as I heard her scream my name as she came. “Was that an invitation?” I thought to myself. I didn’t know whether I should go to her room or sit on my bed and rub another one out, but then she screamed my name in ecstasy one more time. I realized that I was on the verge of crossing another boundary that I would never be able to undo.
The second my pajamas and underwear hit the floor, I slowly walked towards her room, holding my hard penis in my right hand. Her door was wide open, allowing me to gaze upon her as her vibrator toyed with her clit as she simultaneously finger-fucked herself. I walked into her room and stood at the edge of her bed. Before I moved her 121-pound body towards me, I removed her toy and fingers from her cunt. She smiled as I quickly entered her and passionately started fucking. With each thrust, they unveiled hidden passions as the sexual tension we'd been feeling towards each other reached a pleasurable outcome, as we took our mother-and-son relationship to new heights. My dick moved in and out of her, and her moans got even louder. I laughed to myself that when I overheard her fucking Frank, I never heard her moan this loud.
“Oh, Tommy, give it to me,” she whispered as I bent down to kiss her.
The speed of my thrusts continued to increase until I uncontrollably filled her pussy with my love juice. I felt embarrassed, not because I fucked my mom, but rather because I came too quick. The thought of having sex with my mom consumed my mind for the entire day. I figured that as many times as I jerked off, I should have been able to last longer. But when I looked over at my mom smiling as she licked her fingers, I suddenly felt better and lay down next to her. For several minutes we stared into each other’s eyes before she bopped me on my nose with her right index finger as she said, “My baby boy definitely knows how to fuck.”
My face turned red as I said, “I usually last longer.”
She smiled and patted me on my head as she said, “Baby, you made your mom feel good.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” she replied. “The second you entered me, I started cumming, and no one, including your father, could make me cum that hard.”
“That makes me feel better,” I said. “Does this mean I’m still grounded?”
“I think we can renegotiate your punishment,” my mom said before passionately kissing me.
For the next several minutes, our tongues played tonsil hockey in each other's mouths. As she grabbed hold of my dick during our makeout session, she whispered, “Who was the lucky girl who took your virginity, Jane or Kimberly?”
“Neither,” I said. “It was Ms. Stalling.”
When I said that, my mom looked shocked, and for a swift second, I saw a tinge of guilt in her eyes. For a woman who just made love to her son, she appeared disappointed and a little revolted at my revelation. She seemed to be trying to understand why she was repulsed by what I did with my teacher but not what we just did. After a few seconds, she mustered up the courage to ask, “Did she take advantage of you?”
For the first time since October seventh, nineteen eighty-five, I finally told my mom everything about my secret sex life. I told her about my night with Ms. Stalling, how I fucked Kimberly, and a group sex party at Kimberly’s house. I told her about the first time with my sister Laurie at the massage parlor she worked at and the foursome at Dad’s place. I told her every sultry detail about my exploits with every woman I’d been with up until the night before with Nina. As my mom pleasured herself to my stories, she laughed and said, “I guess you owe Gary Mertz a huge thank you.”
“I guess I do,” I said, laughing.
For the next several minutes, we alternated between smiling at each other and kissing. As my mom intensely stared at me, I asked, “What are you thinking?”
“How much you remind me of your Uncle Jerry,” she responded.
My mom rarely talked about Uncle Jerry since he lost his battle to leukemia in April 1980. I remember going to his funeral and seeing him lying in a casket. Seeing a dead body for the first time was a terrifying experience for me. My mom found me shaking in the coat closet of the funeral home. She comforted ten-year-old me...
