look now and see how it makes it even more sexual seen at a distance.”
She was right. I saw her stretched out on the bed the white pants on the rose flesh, the white thighs above the dark stockings. I could take it all in better somehow or in a different way. As I watched, she moved until she was lying across the bed, her knees up and her buttocks just at the edge. “It makes me look like a whore in the mirror, doesn’t it, Lars. Well I am. And I want to be. Because that’s what you really like, Lars. And I love it. For the first time in my life I can allow the slut in me to show without feeling dirty. You make me feel somehow wanton and clean at the same time. But you do make me want to be a whore for you. And I will be. All you have to do is take off my pants.” I was suddenly shy again. It was absurd, but there it was. “Come on, darling, please take off mommy’s panties,” she coaxed. “If you do that, you will have me in your power forever. Once we cross that line, I can never return to any pretence. Once you’ve played with my cunt, I can never again pretend to be your equal. From then on something in us will always remember you have had me in the incredible intimacy of fucking that doesn’t allow me to be respectable in front of you. Inside we will know that I have whimpered under you, begging, without any pride left. Think of the obscenity of it, Lars. Think of this scene. Mother and son. Think what people would say. It is indecent and depraved. For me to be begging you to take your momma’s pants off. But I do. I’m begging you to put your finger’s in your mother’s pussy. To play with me, to make my cunt juices smear your fingers. You will have it all my son if you just take off momma’s panties.” (Impossible! The girls, yes. Or Annie. But to take off Mother’s pants!) “Just a little courage, sweet, and I will be your plaything forever.” (The power moved in my blood. I stepped closer. Her crotch was sopping. The pants were transparent where they were soaked over her cunt.) “How does it feel Son, to see that you make Mother so hot it pours out of her?” (I reached. I slid my finger into the right leg and pulled the silk aside.) “Oh, yes, yes. That’s even more obscene. Oh, you are lovely.” The hair was, surprisingly, red. Or a red-gold. Dark where it was wet. I stroked her and she began to moan. I slid my fingers into the slit. She moaned louder. I teased the clitoris and she began bucking spasmodically. (My fingers are in my mother’s pussy, my mother loves it.) But I wanted inside. I slowly trailed my finger down to her hole. Mother’s cunt hole. It was a pool! I stroked the edges again and again, occasionally letting my fingertip dip in just a tiny bit. There was a loud liquid sound. Her body kept straining up, obviously wanting to be entered. I pretended I was finally going to slide my finger in, but always stopped at the last second, returning to stroking the entrance. Again and again I led her to expect my finger inside; always drawing back at the last second. She, writhed and begged me. She reached down and took my wrist, trying to drive the finger in her.
“Stop that,” I ordered, the power clear in my voice. “Oh, yes, Son. Forgive me. I know you are my master now and I must beg for what I want. But, oh, I want it so much! Please put your finger in. I’ll do anything. I’ll let you fuck me. You can fuck me in the ass. I’ll suck your cock. Anything! But please stick something in me.”
I made her wait another moaning minute, then I slowly slid my finger in. She let out a long, deep sigh. I moved the finger slowly in and out. Two fingers.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so nice. Do that, little baby. Finger-fuck your mother. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. O, God, I’m coming. Oh sweet mother of Christ, I’m coming. I’m dying. Ohhhhhhhh…”
She shook all over, straining up. Her cunt fluttered. Then she finally sank back, making little bleats of pleasure. Seeing her come and sensing how I was her master now for always, the savagery blazed in me. I twisted my hand in her delicate pants and ripped violently. They shredded. I ripped the torn shreds till there was only the tattered elastic at her waist. I left it because I liked the effect. She sleepily spread her thighs so I could see her cunt fully. The hair was golden, red, Titian, auburn. It formed a rich, but groomed triangle. The hair was abundant, but not a jungle like Gunilla’s. Gunilla’s was barbaric. Mother’s was Grecian. (I noticed how the fine hair revealed the dark flesh underneath.) I toyed with it. She immediately began the slow, sensuous rhythm. I moved my fingers down until they brushed her ass hole. She jumped and began to tremble.
“Oh;” she whispered in a tiny voice. “Yes, yes. Do that. I love it.”
I could hear a note of shyness. “Do what, what, Momma?”
“Just do it. Please don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, but you must tell your boy what to do if you want something bad and unnatural, Mom.”
“Yes, I know I have to say it. That you want to force me to say it. You want to hear me tell you to stick your fingers in my ass. Your mommy loves that, Lars. And later she will teach you to put your little boy’s cock in her ass. But, please, now darling, put your finger into my ass hole. Mommy loves it. Please, baby.”
I wet my finger in her cunt and oiled the mysterious little crinkled hole. It was pulsing open and shut. I put a finger tip in. Mother gasped. I massaged the opening, gradually slipping my finger in. I could feel a strong, attractively smooth ring of muscle gripping me. I pushed further. My finger suddenly slid past the half inch of muscle tube and entered the insides of her. It was in a space larger and stranger than her cunt. She was getting hysterical with pleasure.
“Oh, that’s nice. That’s so nice! Stand a little to the side, Lars, so mommy can watch. Oh, yes, I can see now. It’s so incredibly obscene! I love it. I’ve always wanted it to be like this. To give myself up to this wildness completely, beyond decency. God, Lars, you can do anything to me and I feel wonderful. I can watch myself being a whore in the mirror and feel beautiful! Never, never has it been like this.”
I worked my finger out and in, and at the same time slid my thumb in her cunt hole. She began coming again, yelling and twisting. She came repeatedly.. After a while, she subsided. I took off my clothes. When she opened her eyes again and saw my body, she went a little crazy. Then reached for my penis, and began crooning to it while she touched it with extreme delicacy. Her expression was completely wanton now: “See, Lars, your mother is playing with your cock! She is feeling your balls and stroking your cock. And Lars, you know what your mommy wants to do now? She wants to suck you! Think of it, your pure innocent, holy aristocratic, sacred mother wants, needs, desires, begs to suck your cock. May I, Lars? Just a little? I will be so gentle. May Mommy suck her dear little boy’s sweet baby cock?”
Her words maddened me: “Yes! Yes! Mother. Suck me. Suck your baby. Suck my cock. Suck me!”
She slid off the bed and knelt in front of me. She brought her cupped hands up and cherished my genitals. She licked everywhere with little cat-licks. She kissed and nibbled and teased. She nuzzled her face into it. “Oh, Lars, how much I love the fresh boyish quality of it. You are the size of a man, but you have the delicacy and cleanness of a baby. It makes me wild to look at it and know it’s a child I’m about to suck. That it is my son.” She took me in her mouth with great sweetness, caressing me with her hands at the same time. Her mouth was different entirely from Gunilla’s. That was like a deep fleshy sucking, like being consumed by an avid ripe peach. Like the pull of the huge sea. Mother’s was more subtle. More articulate. Her tongue and lips were like plush magnolias embracing me, seeking out each nerve and pleading with it. Like a gravity of flowers. And yet it wasn’t just beautiful. Looking down at my mother on her knees in front of me with her mouth full of my cock was deeply erotic. I looked at that mouth and thought how it spoke to the king, how it went through the world being seen and respected, and I saw myself fucking into it. The thought combined with the sucking, and I was about to come in her mouth. I tried to pull away. She understood and sucked harder. Then, just before I came, she released me.
“No, Lars, you’re right. Not because of coming in my mouth-in case that’s the reason you’re pulling away. I want that. I want to taste you, to humble myself enough to devour the living liquor of you-to swallow it. That will make me feel absolutely female and sexual and free. And beautiful. I will do that, often. But not this first time. This time I want you to come in me.” She got on the bed, and reached for me. “It’s time, my son, for you to fuck your mother.” She was on her back with her knees up. The stockings and garter belt excited me to a frenzy. But I was suddenly a little timid again about actually mounting her. She smiled lovingly and with gentle pulling, led me between her creamy thighs. All of her body was before me and around me like a splendid landscape of flesh. Her eyes yearned up at me, melting with love.
“Now we’re going to stick your little boy cock into Mommy’s cunt.” She caressingly found me with her hand and put me into her. I felt wetness and warmth and a kind of kissing all around me. I pushed forward shyly. And farther. I looked into her eyes and pushed farther in. Each time her eyes opened wider and shone more. “Now fuck Momma a little, my son. Fuck your little momma.” I began softly fucking in and out. It was indescribably delicious. “Lars,” she said gently, “rub this bone here against my clitoris as you fuck.” She touched the body ridge just above my cock and then moved my body a little with her hands to show how. After I’d fucked like this a little, she put her mouth to my ear with little kisses and started whispering: “Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy’s juicy cunt with your little boy cock. Does Momma’s boy like it? Does Momma’s baby like fucking his Momma’s pussy? Would you like to suck Momma’s tits while you fuck her. Momma would like that.” She was lifting her breasts to me. I looked into her eyes, then leaned down and took the nipples into my mouth one after the other, sucking and kissing and licking and worrying them. She started coming again. I could feel it gathering in her body. Her head
