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I have been somewhat diverted from continuing the chapters. After reading some reviews asking for a continuation, I have refocused my attention.
I could write chapter after chapter of the times that mom and I were intimate. In previous chapters I wrote about the unusual happenings, so with this chapter we will jump a head quite a few years to show how things deteriorated and became a bit stressful. Mom had retired and moved near us so she had to be at least 62, but I think we can add a year or more to that.
I was talking to the neighbor lady by my chain-link fence and looked up to see mom coming down the street. If she had taken the bus, there would have been two transfers to get her to my street and an estimated time of two hours. Needless to say, I was quite taken aback when she told me she had walked from her apartment to my house. It was closing on 3 o’clock and she told me she had left her apartment around 11 o’clock. I estimated the distance at close to 8 to10 miles. It was a hot July day, which concerned me even more.
“You walked here!” I exclaimed. I could tell that the neighbor lady was quite concerned also. “You walked across the bridge! What could you possibly be thinking mom?”
“No big deal.” She answered nonchalantly. “It was a nice walk and it’s not all that hot out.”
Mom had answered nonchalantly but she did not like to be criticized and I could tell she was becoming upset.
I have written earlier that mom was fit as a fiddle due to her walking. What I did not know at the time was that mom was in the beginning stages of dementia and possibly Alzheimer’s and in the coming months she would walk from sunup to sundown, some kind of syndrome, which took me quite a while to discover.
I left mom talking with the neighbor lady and reentered the house. Mom followed me in within a few short minutes.
I wore my usual summer attire of cotton, elastic waist shorts and a T-shirt. I was barefooted. Mom had on a lightweight skirt and a light shirt, which had three buttons at the top. Her shoes were her usual flats and she wore a large brimmed straw hat.
“Mom, you have done some silly things but this tops them all.” I exclaimed facing her in the living room.
“I haven’t seen you since Monday! Where the hell have you been?” She challenged.
“It’s only Wednesday for crying out loud.” I said. “I told you I would probably be over Friday.”
“I thought it was later in the week. Perhaps Friday! That’s why I was wondering where you were.” She defended. “You damn well come over whenever you want some ass! You don’t think I get tired of waiting for your schedule. I came all this way to get me some sugar and you want to argue with me.”
I glanced at the clock.
“Mom, it’s five after three! We can’t be doing anything so late in the afternoon.” I tried to reason. “There’s no telling when Della will pull in the driveway.”
Mom turned to walk into my son’s old bedroom just off the living room. She turned, and while looking at me, reached up under her skirt and removed her panties.
“I expected to get here earlier but that didn’t happen.” She said with determination. “I dressed for the occasion and you damn well better get in here and take care of me before she does pull into the driveway. After that I don’t care what you do.”
I left the wood door open as I turned the lock on the storm door. I scanned the area and no one was out on the street, the neighbor lady was either in the backyard or back inside. I could feel the bulge beginning in my crotch. But I made a decision I was not going to fuck mom this day.
When I returned to the bedroom I saw mom laid back across the bed her ass on a towel with her knees high and spread wide, her feet flat on the bed. I stood staring at her pussy. Her panties lay partially hidden under her left buttock. Even at her age with a thinning bush, her pussy was mesmerizing to me. My cock was at full attention and pushing against my thin cotton shorts. Her ample belly showed very little pouch. For a woman, or a man for that matter, a lot of flab can disappear when laying flat of her, or his, back.
I was anxious but her pussy was more than I could stand. As I bent over the edge of the bed, I knew I could hear if a car pulled up. I placed my hands on the outside of mom’s thighs and put my tongue to her pussy. I began lapping and probing but quickly concentrated the tip of my tongue on her clit. The aroma of her pussy was not offensive but güvenilir bahis was indeed strong from the workout of walking all that distance.
Her moans did not start right away but were soon coming steadily. I placed my left forefinger to her hole and teased her briefly before sticking it into her. The humping of her ass was instantaneous and her moans soon changed in tone and pitch, telling me she was losing herself to lust.
Numerous things were coursing through my mind. Number one and foremost was the chance that my wife would pull into the driveway. Worst-case scenario was for me not to be aware of it. If time allowed, and under normal circumstances it would, I had decided to wet my dick in mom’s pussy. I would be taking a chance getting balls deep into her pussy knowing that there was a slight chance that my wife would be in the mood to fuck this night. For some odd reason, Wednesday was the average.
Added to the list was my mother acting strangely. Walking for near four hours with intentions of getting her pussy a little TLC. I could not dispel the thought of her saying she too needed a little TLC. The old lady still desired my tongue, which had been her choice to orgasm for some time. Her continued sexual desire was the reason why our incestuous relationship had continued. It was meant, in the beginning, to last just over two years but mom discovered that she liked a good orgasm, addicted really, when she was not being suppressed by a man’s thumb. I often wondered if she letting me stick my cock in her was just a means to an end.
Then there was the competition, in her mind only, between her and my wife. I suppose, I did not help, complaining, truthfully, that I was not getting the amount of pussy I thought proper and, not so truthfully, that her pussy was much better than my wife’s. The incestuous lust had always been a plus, making her pussy seem like the best. And there was a time when mom could hold her own in the clutches, fucking me with more passion than my wife could muster, but I still continued to tell her, her pussy was the best.
Her breathing transitioned to huffing and puffing alerting me to her nearing orgasm. I eased up on her clit to flick it with a feather-light caress, as I often had to keep her suspended, causing the orgasm to hit like lightning. Her ass quaked and shook, as did the excess flab on her thighs. She had taken up hollering upon reaching orgasm and it was loud. Her body finally relaxed and she lay breathing heavily.
I stood. It was only a matter of pushing my cotton shorts down to release my raging hard on. Stroking my cock, I moved to the window and looked down the street. Moving back to the bed, I took hold of her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge the bed. Mom looked at me knowingly. I moved in close between her thighs and with little ado I poked her pussy, found her hole easily and pushed into her. I cradled her legs in my arms and began an aggressive rhythm.
Things were still running through my mind. How daring I had become. It dawned on me that I could have easily put my mother off until I drove her home after dinner. I could have called my wife with some lame excuse making sure she was still at work. Long minutes ticked by. My mother used to urge me on with sexual banter and role-playing. Now, she just lay there grunting each time I shoved my cock deep. With no verbal encouragement in the light of day, coupled with the stress of discovery, I finally gave up. I could not reach orgasm. On the plus side, I would not have to worry about my mother cleaning up or walking around, her panties constraining my cum.
Mom began making the meatloaf that my wife was going to cook, making my wife quite happy when she did walk through the door.
“How did she get here? By bus?” My wife whispered as we cleaned up the kitchen while my mother was watching TV.
“You would think! But no, she walked here.” I replied.
“You have got to be joking?” You have to talk to her! As hot as it is she could have had a stroke, got hit by a car or mugged.”
I promise I would. Then, my thoughts turned to the ridiculous and imagined how many cars had slowed down wanting to give the lady a ride. Mom had a hell of a motion in her walk when her mind was on getting to the destination.
I had already felt the vibes from my wife. She was not going to be in the mood this night. My body and mind was still quite uptight from not finishing earlier.
“Mom wants to stop by a couple of türkçe bahis stores.” I lied, as I kissed my wife goodbye. “Hopefully I won’t be too late.”
I wasted no time getting mom to her apartment. I listened to her chatter, nodding and answering when appropriate. My mind was on one thing and that was getting mom back into bed.
“Are you coming up?” She inquired, a question in her tone, as I passed the entrance door to park the car.
“I didn’t come earlier mom.” I informed her. “I’m hoping you will give me a few minutes of your time for me to try again.”
“You know I will sugar.” She answered.
We entered her apartment and I redirected her from the kitchen. It seemed she had forgotten.
“The bedroom mom.” I directed, lightly gripping her shoulders to guide her to the bedroom. “The bedroom. Remember?”
“Don’t you want a Coke or something?” She queried.
“No mom. I want some pussy.” I answered.
“You never want to talk! All you ever want is pussy!”
I anxiously watched her undress as I began to strip. I watched her methodically strip the bed, folding it neatly at the bottom of the bed. She then entered the bed and position herself in the middle. I entered from the bottom of the bed and slipped between her lifting legs. As naturally as could be, she reached for my cock and placed it to her. I hungrily pushed into her. I heard a slight grunt.
“Are you okay mom.” I said holding still but deep.
“Yes. I’m fine. I always am when I have your cock in me.” She replied lovingly. “Screw me good.”
Her words told me I was on solid ground and I began to fuck her with an aggressive rhythm. She had had her pleasure earlier and it was time for me to have mine. I had sufficient time and a secure location. It was now dark, but still the lights of the street and parking lot illuminated the bedroom considerably. It was dark enough so that my mind could take me back to an earlier time when mom was not so old and she fucked with zeal, moaning and chattering, rather than grunting and behaving passively or submissively, take your pick.
I was in my element so to speak. I had been between my mother’s thighs many times over the years and it was always the knowledge of the incestuous, erotic and lustfulness of it all that drove me on, kept my cock hard as a rock until my cock jerked filling my mother’s belly with my cum.
Somehow they know. Of the eight women I had been fortunate enough to bed, they all knew or learned to know when I was very close to ejaculating.
“Yes baby! Give it to me! Come in Mama’s pussy!” She exclaimed moments before I shot off.
“GGgggggggggggggg!” I moaned loudly.
Relief was instantaneous. Whether wanting to or not, I always stayed inside of mom for long moments, kissing and whispering in her ear how much I loved her and loved her pussy. I did so this time. I pulled my still simi-erect cock out of her slowly. I enjoyed it immensely, pulling my cock from my mother’s treasure, leaving behind a token of my appreciation. Stiffly she rose from the bed and I followed her to the bathroom. I washed my cock in the sink as always and watched her squat in the tub as she always did after intercourse.
When my mother retired and moved to Virginia, I was overjoyed with the apartment that my wife and I had managed to get her into. She was on the third floor of the 10-story high-rise. Based on her Social Security income her rent was quite low and included cable TV. I figured she would live there a long time. It gave me peace of mind and a wonderful place for our incestuous doings. I remember, we were quite anxious waiting for her new bed to arrive to break it in properly. We had engaged in foreplay and fondling each other for some time before the bed finally arrived. We had fucked like newlyweds!
One day in late November I received a call from mom.
“You’re not going to believe what I have done.” She told me happily on the phone.
“What’s that mom?” I queried bracing myself.
“I bought a trailer. A mobile home.” She related. “It’s right off Tidewater Drive and Little Creek. I can’t wait for you to see! “
“You bought a mobile home? How much did you pay for it?” I quizzed.
“$2,250.00.” She replied. “The manager gave me the papers to have the title transferred.”
‘You have got to be kidding me!’ My mind screamed that said, “mom what kind of trailer could you have bought for $2250.00!”
Mom had accomplished a lot in the six days güvenilir bahis siteleri since we were last together. She had purchased the trailer, leaving herself with only about $300 in the bank, and managed to move her bed, kitchen table, two chairs and refrigerator. How she accomplished that I’m still in the dark. Man with a truck is all I got.
There were no carpets on the floor, no air-conditioned, no heat and there was a tree limb about 3 inches in diameter and 3 foot long growing through the bedroom window, which totally lacked a glass. On the plus side, it had a brand-new hot water heater and a range that worked.
I stood in the bedroom looking at the limb and thinking how much money it was going to cost me to make this dilapidated trailer livable. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack but I was aware there was of a bulge building in my pants.
“Mom. Come in here.” I called to her.
When she entered the bedroom I told her, “Take your close off mom”.
“I thought we were going to the store and it’s a bit cold in here anyway.” She said. “I don’t really feel like right now.”
“But I sure as hell do!” I replied sternly. “Now take your damn clothes off! If you want just, take your pants and panties off but get your ass naked.”
I pushed my loafers off and began to take my pants off, intent only to strip from the waist down, leaving my socks on. I retrieved are clothes and placed them across the corner of the bed. There was nothing else in the bedroom except the bed. The limb would have worked had I thought about it.
“Get on the bed on your knees.” I directed. “Place your knees near the edge like we do sometimes when I’m in a hurry.”
“Are you upset with me?” She queried with a bit of concern in her tone.
“Not at all mom. I’m hunky-dory. I just need some pussy. Some of your pussy.” I replied, trying to sound sarcastic.
I stroked my cock a couple of times finding it rock-hard and feeling like it was going to split in half. I moved close in behind her not caring to spread her cheeks to find her hole more easily. I began to poke and stroke my cock between her legs.
“Tell me when it’s there.” I directed.
“Right there. No. Down just a little bit. Right there!” She guided.
I pushed into her less than damp pussy. I didn’t want to take my time but I did, finally getting my cock deep into her, listening to her groans. Again, I didn’t want to be gentle but I did, pumping into her until I felt a bit of lubricant. Yes, mom was still quite capable of getting quite wet.
I then began to fuck her with abandonment, taking my anguish and despair out on her ass and pussy. She took the punishment silently for long minutes.
“Press! You’re hurting me!” She eventually exclaimed.
“Give me a minute dammit!” I said in labored breath. “Just another minute!”
“Dammit! You’re hurting me!” She nearly shouted.
Forgive me, but the thought of hurting her urged me on and I shoved into her even deeper. Her groans told me she was feeling the blunt of my despair. It did not take a minute, or 30 seconds. Feeling the orgasm hit, I shoved my cock deep into her and held fast, emptying an abundant load, I felt, into her pussy, her belly. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, I straightened my body and my cock, drained and limp, plopped from her. I moved a way from her. Mom stiffly eased herself off of the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me!” I called after her in a high volume.
“Hell no! You know it wasn’t you bastard!” She called back. “You hurt me like that again and you won’t be getting anymore of this ass!”
After dressing, I sat down at the table with mom having coffee and had a heart-to-heart talk with her about what I thought she had done, how crazy it was. She fought me tooth-and-nail to stay there. After spending about $1500, my wife and I decided we were throwing money down a hole and sent my mother up to New York to stay with some friends until another apartment, in a different complex, became available. It took about eight months and I missed her dearly.
When she lived in New York, before she retired, it was pretty much taken for granted we were apart and I was able to keep things in perspective.
When she moved to Virginia it was a whole new ballgame and I took it for granted she would be there, available for the asking, and sometimes taking.
When she did get back to Virginia to a new apartment, things were much different in her mental state of being. She continuously talked of the trailer. The money on the trailer was lost but luckily my mother never got the title changed. The trailer park is now low-income housing.
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