Mom collapsed onto my chest, exhausted from her vigorous riding of my cock. I stared up at the ceiling, getting my own breathing under control. Her tits felt incredibly erotic pressed into the hair of my chest. My dick, still half-hard in her pussy, was already stirring into a new erection as Mom's cunt muscles still spasmed around it. I surprised myself as I began to laugh. Mom, rolling off of me onto her back, joined in.

At the time, I didn't realize how crucial that moment was for our relationship. Had there been the least expression of regret or shame, the love we had for one another as mother and son might well have been damaged irrevocably. The breaking of our lust fever could have shocked us into something terrible and sad. Yet any such harm was dispelled by my honest, joyous laugh. It was the laugh of someone for whom a weight has been lifted, whose constant worry has been proven groundless. And Mom's joy was the very same thing. Plus, she had the additional relief of knowing she hadn't destroyed her son's psyche!

I rolled over onto my side, facing her. Her smile beamed up at me as I leaned in to kiss her. We had enjoyed some quick, hard, wild kisses in the lead-up to our first fuck but now what I wanted was a soft one, a tender exchange of love with my mother, my lover. Mom understood without me saying a word. Placing her hands behind my head, she let her fingers play with my hair as our lips touched. No girl at school could ever kiss me like this. After a few moments, of course our lips parted and our tongues found each other. A deep moan lifted from Mom's throat.

As I was resting on my right elbow, my left hand was free. I traced my fingers down the center of her belly and across her pubic hair to the slit I had just filled with my seed. Slowly, I explored the lips and very gingerly parted them. I tucked my middle finger into her slick hole, massaging it since I wasn't sure what else to do. Mom gyrated at the touch. She lowered one of her hands and placed it over mine.

"Here," she said as she broke our kiss, slowing moving my hand like the mouse for a computer, "like this. Not too fast, not too hard."

Even with her guidance, I know that I still was a bit too rough at first. She patiently continued to tutor me.

"Push your finger in a little deeper," she instructed. "that's it. Don't be shy. Explore how my pussy feels."

I did as she requested. Entirely by accident at first, I brushed her clit because Mom jumped and had a sharp intake of breath. I thought I'd hurt her. She explained that it was a reaction of pleasure and taught me not only how to find her button but how to stroke it to maximum effect. For several minutes, I struggled to get it right.

My efforts must not have been completely wrong because Mom suddenly burst into a wild orgasm. Her hand still on my head jerked me down onto chest, smashing my face into her breasts. Her hand on mine gripped like a vise. Her whole body bucked on the bed as she wailed in ecstasy. I felt her pussy muscles squeezing my finger.

It was emotionally powerful to watch my mother weep with satisfaction from me fingering her. My dick was throbbing and for a moment I thought I'd blow another load right across her stomach. But I took a deep breath, after lifting my mouth from her left tit as she released her grip, and really for the first time during that crazy morning, I felt like a man in bed with his lover.

That awareness seemed to surge through me. Mom said that I actually growl at her but I don't remember that. What I do recall is slipping my hand away from her cunt and rolling over on top of her. Holding myself up on my elbows, I leaned into her as she was still catching her breath and kissed her - deep, long, and passionately. It was as if my mouth might pin her body to the bed.

Breaking the kiss, I flexed my hips as I pressed Mom's legs apart with my knees and lowered my pelvis until my cock was directly in line with my mother's pussy. With no hesitation, I thrust toward her. Yes, I'd just been inside that cunt. It was still dripping with my cum and her juices. But this entry was something different. This time I was fucking her. My mother, flat on her back, legs locked around my ass, was about to get pounded by her son's dick.

This, as far as I was concerned, was the moment I possessed her for my own. This was the moment I took her - body and soul - from Dad. This was the moment I became a full-fledged motherfucker. And I knew this was the first of many times I would have her like this - willingly, lustfully, wantonly fucking her own child.

Maybe I was extra big in that moment, maybe it was the angle, maybe Mom was particularly tight from not getting much of Dad, but my first push only got about half of me into her. Mom let out a whimper as I repositioned just a bit and shoved my whole body into her. She placed her hands on my hips and helped to adjust me. This time, I felt my balls slap against her taint.

"Oh, Sam, you feel so good inside of me," Mom moaned. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Don't cum!" I thought. "Make this last!" Yet the urge to cum quickly wasn't as strong this time. I was able to respond, "You feel so fucking good, Mom. Fuck, you're beautiful!"

With some coaching from Mom, I got into a very pleasurable rhythm. The entire experience of having sex with her was so erotic. I loved watching her tits jiggle with each thrust. I loved the sound of the bed softly squeaking as we moved together. I loved the mewing noises Mom made as she rose to another climax, the scent of our juices and sweat and her perfume mingling. I loved her - more than I ever had before. And, damn, I loved being a motherfucker!

I still had a ways to go when it came to technique and control, but luckily Mom was a woman who came fast, hard, and often. There was no changing of positions and hardly any more talk. I kept up a steady pace for maybe ten minutes and, as soon as Mom's back arched and she began to convulse, crying out my name, I blew my load into her. We both shuddered at the powerful sensation of being joined in body and spirit.

Exhausted, I rolled back over onto the bed. Sure, I was sixteen and hyper-horny, but even so, I needed at least a short rest. Mom wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheek and chest softly, murmured her appreciation for me, and suggested I get a quick nap while she went back to clean up the kitchen. Nodding, I think I was asleep before she exited the room.

*************

I couldn't have slept more than half an hour before I awoke to a very pleasant feeling. Something wet was around my dick. Opening my eyes, I saw Mom between my legs, sucking my cock. I'd only heard about blow jobs but getting one was fantastic. Mom smiled, with my penis in her mouth, and lifted her head.

"You ever get blown before?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No," I replied. "That feels great."

"I'm glad you like it," she said. "When we don't have time to fuck, this might be all I do for you some days."

"Um, that'll be okay," I said, rather lamely. Okay? It was much more than okay.

"Good," she said as she lowered her head again and took me back into her mouth.

Mom took her time, maybe showing off a bit as to how good she was at giving head. I scooted up a bit on the bed so I could watch her handiwork. She knew just how far to go before letting up, keeping me from having to cum. As she was going at it, I asked, "Mom, could you arch your back just a bit? I can't see your tits good enough. They must really be swinging."

Mom smiled without taking my cock from her mouth, but did as I asked. Sure enough, I got a great of her ponderous mounds swaying and shaking as sucked me. I was not going to hold off much longer, no matter as talented she was. But she had one more surprise for me. Just as I was struggling to hold back my load, she quickly slipped a hand under me and pushed a finger up my ass. As soon as she grazed my prostate, I was done.

As I disgorged several times, Mom kept her mouth sealed over my dick. Gulping furiously, she managed to swallow everything I had, except for just a few dribbles from the corners of her mouth. Sitting up once I was finished, she kneeled between my legs, proudly grinning.

"So, you like that?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Fuck, yeah," I responded, smiling back at her. "You swallow, huh?"

"Oh, Sammy, any woman worth having as a lover swallows. Remember that, okay?"

"I certainly will, Mom. Thanks for the tip."

As she wrapped her hand around my deflating dick, she responded, "Thanks for a lot more than a tip. Now, how about we go get some lunch together? You must be starving."

Suddenly, I realized I really hadn't had anything to eat, even at breakfast. She was right - I was famished!