Full Circle

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FULL CIRCLE

I hope you enjoy my story. I kept the dialogue as close to what was said as possible. I’m sure it isn’t exact, but the memory is fresh, so I’m also sure it’s close. I thought about embellishing the size of my penis but decided to save the fantastic for my fiction. Besides, no one asked me what size I wanted. I got what I was given and use it to the best of my ability. I plan to document my further experiences as a way to share things that can’t otherwise be shared. Enjoy!

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Sleeping with my mother never occurred to me. I never tried to see her naked, masturbated with her panties, or fantasized about her. Even her cute little body snuggled against mine failed to make me want her. But none of that stopped the blossoming stiffness in my boxer briefs.

“Stop that, Jacob,” mom said when she noticed.

“Sorry, mom. It just happened.”

“Well, calm down,” she said. “It’s inappropriate.”

“I know, mom. I know.” Her stern command only made things worse.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jacob.”

“I can’t help it,” I told her. “I usually sleep alone.”

“Go to the bathroom and take care of it.”

“Geez, mom! No.” How could I look my mother in eyes after jerking off to her in the bathroom while she waited in my bed? Besides, I enjoyed lying next to her with a full-on boner. It felt amazing, in that dirty-exciting way that makes you a little nauseous.

“But, honey, it’s poking me in a delicate place.”

Oh, I knew. Trust me. “You can go back to your own bed,” I said.

“I told you, I can’t sleep without someone else in the bed. It’s why I asked you to come over.”

No, she asked me to keep her company, because dad left for a weekend of fishing, and my sister had a cheerleading camp. Sharing a bed never came up. “What if I adjust it?”

“Let’s try.”

I reached under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled my throbbing penis against my lower abdomen. It still rested against the cleft of her butt, but longways, instead of poking her special place. “Better?”

“Much,” she said. “Let’s get some sleep.”

~~~

My mother looked pretty much like any other forty-five-year-old mom. She ate right and exercised to stay in shape, drew her fair share of appreciative glances in public, and possessed the perfect curves in a bikini. She’d gone to college, and her intelligence showed in the way she spoke about things.

Forming and caring for a family kept her happy until I graduated high school and moved into the dorms. Over the last two years, she’d developed a pathological need to have someone around. It’s why my father and sister guilted me into spending the weekend with her. Don’t get me wrong. I love my mom very much. Why else would I agree to snuggle with her in the middle of the night?

It felt wrong, even before my little problem. But the pleading in her eyes and the distress in her voice won out over good sense. And now we sat across the kitchen table from each other with two mugs of steaming coffee to have a talk.

“I told you, mom, it just happened.”

“Don’t let it embarrass you. It happens to men your age,” she told me. “It just took me by surprise.”

“Me, too.” And I wanted to forget it. But mom had other ideas.

“You know, it’s normal for a boy to have a little thing for his mother,” she said. “It usually happens earlier in life, but still.”

“I really think it has more to do with the proximity of a nice-smelling woman with a nice body,” I told her.

“You think I have a nice body?”

Oh, brother. “You know you do. You put a lot of effort into making it that way.”

“Thank you for noticing, honey.” Her cheeks reddened. “Anyway, tonight, I’ll expect it.”

I wanted to shout no way, ask her what made her think we’d share my bed again tonight. But going with the flow seemed magnitudes easier. “Me, too. Maybe that will keep it from happening.”

She smiled understandingly. “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. At twenty, you still have a river of hormones flowing through your system.”

She got that part right. A light breeze gave me an erection. Why could she not make the leap between that and what happened last night? Self-image and a need to hold on, I guess. I shuddered to think of what would happen when my sister left for college in another year. Poor dad.

“Get cleaned up, and we’ll shop a little before lunch,” she said. “You need new underwear and socks.”

“How would you know that?” I asked, feeling more like an embarrassed teenager than a college man.

“I wash your clothes whenever you come home. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” I stood. “I’ll take a quick shower and wait for you on the patio.”

“Take all the time you need,” she said suggestively.

~~~

My belief system left me adrift. One of its pillars anyway. Before today, mersin escort sexuality and my family lived on two different continents. Hell, two different planets. Now I found myself remembering the smell of my mother’s skin, the feel of her curves against my body, and wondering if she looked as good naked as she felt in cotton panties and a T-shirt.

Did I suddenly want to have sex with my mother? And so what if yes? All the stigma and legalities against it sprang from inbreeding and abuse. If two people truly equal in that regard wanted it, what about it mattered, really?

“Ready, honey?” mom called from the sliding glass door.

Wow! A pleated tennis skirt covered bare legs to just below mid-thigh. The distance between the hem and her tennis shoes made her legs look longer. Bare arms sprang from a tank top that hugged her firm breasts and flowed over her flat belly. It clung to her torso just enough to highlight her curves from hip to armpit. She pulled her hair back tight and bound it into a thick ponytail. The look fit her body and her personality. And in my current state, I felt every curve and millimeter of that body.

If she noticed my latest erection, a half-chubby, she kept it to herself and tossed me the keys to her SUV. “You drive, sweetie.”

Mom bought me enough underwear and socks to last through the rest of the fall semester, and winter, too. We opted for a light lunch at a nearby chain restaurant. Mom said she wanted to save room for a thick steak and a huge potato for dinner. We declined the offered dessert menu and headed home for some time poolside.

The white bikini looked fabulous against her light tan. All the beautiful bare skin drove me nuts. Luckily, I wore loose board shorts to swim. As long as I stayed calm and didn’t move too much, I figured I could keep my distress hidden.

“I guess you liked my outfit,” mom said out of nowhere.

I glanced across the space between our loungers. “Very much. You always put together nice outfits.”

“It showed.”

“Huh?” I said, playing dumb.

“Granted, I was looking for your reaction after last night,” she said. “And the way you’re laying like a statue, I’d bet money on a reaction right now.”

“Yeah, that bikini shows off your, well, everything. Sorry.”

“Honey, I’ve been teasing you.”

“Really?”

“Earlier anyway. I always wear a bikini in the pool.” She took a sip from her water bottle. “I needed the ego boost.”

“Happy to help,” I said, only half-jokingly.

“Honey, do want to have sex with me?”

Wow. Blunt. “Are you offering?”

“I’m asking. Tell me the truth.”

“I don’t know.”

She quirked her brow and shook her head in a quick jerking motion. “How could you not know something like that?”

“Physically, I’d like to split a bottle of wine and go at it all night,” I explained. “But I could never just screw you to get off. I mean, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you and ruin what we have now.”

“I like that, honey, but what if I promised no strings? And to love you at least as much as I always have?”

“Is that an offer?”

“I’m just trying to understand.”

I took several minutes to think about it, focusing on the after, on looking at my mother the next day, the next month, on holidays. “Yes.”

“And you could look your father in the eyes afterward? Your sister? Without guilt, or some need to confess your sins?”

We’d never been affectionate or close that way as a family, much to mom’s chagrin. “As long as you had no issues, it wouldn’t bother me.”

“You sure?” I nodded. “Then, now it’s an offer.”

My vision turned silver for several seconds, and the air felt like cotton. “I’ll need to pick up some condoms. I mean, I’m clean, but we don’t want any accidents.”

“I take birth control, honey.”

“You mean I can, you know, inside you?”

“What fun would making love to mommy be if you couldn’t leave your calling card?”

I broke into a sweat. “Wow!”

“Honey, you have had sex, right?”

“A couple of times,” I admitted.

“With protection both times?” I nodded. “You don’t need it with me, but better safe than sorry with other girls.”

“Is this a one-time thing, mom?”

“I hope not, but that’s up to you, baby.”

“Now?” I asked, hopefully.

“Mommy’s eager little beaver,” she answered. “Let’s start with a handjob. After some relief and dinner, if you still want to, we can spend the night gaining special knowledge of each other.”

“Handjob? You know that word?”

Mom chuckled. “I’ve never been loose or easy by any stretch of the imagination, but no saint, either. Let’s go inside.”

Mom pulled my trunks down and laid me on the couch in the family room. I kept one foot on the floor so she could kneel more comfortably between my legs. merter escort She grabbed the bottle of lotion on the end table and rubbed a dollop on her hands. “Lube works better, but this will do for now.”

She wrapped a hand around my shaft and squeezed lightly. “Oh, mom.”

“It’s thick, baby. How long?”

“A little under six inches,” I blurted between breaths.

“Grower?” I nodded. “I like it. A little shorter than your father’s, but much thicker.”

Why that turned me on, I don’t know. Or care. “Mom, it feels so good!”

“You like that, baby?” She started twisting her hand as she stroked, drawing a moan from deep within me. “You like mommy’s technique?”

Her handjob felt better than the sex I’d had. My groin felt like one of those lightning machines, sending little jolts of electricity through my body. I wanted to move my hips in time with her hand, but my body refused to listen to my brain.

“Look at me, baby,” mom said. “Stare at my face while mommy pleasures her little boy.”

“Yesssssss!”

“Oh, baby. Mommy feels something about to happen.” She purred. “Try to keep your eyes open while mommy watches her little man release his seed. Cum for your mommy, sweetie.”

A hot, sticky rope exploded from my head. The first shot reached my chin. The next two splattered my chest and belly.

Mom watched in rapt fascination as I ejaculated all over myself. When the eruptions slowed to a dribble, she wrapped her mouth around my head and sucked me dry. She climbed on top of me and squirmed her torso in the cum between us. “I can’t remember ever having seen so much.”

She kissed me passionately, let her saliva fill my mouth. I swallowed, wanting something of my mother inside me. “I, um, fuck,” I said when she pulled away.

“Thank you, baby.” She sucked my lower lip, then dragged a forearm over her lips. “I’m guessing you liked that,” she said with a giggle.

My fingertips tingled, and I felt dizzy. “I have never felt anything like that.”

“And that was just my hand.”

I pulled her head down and pressed my cheek against hers. “Momma,” I whispered.

“My baby boy,” she whispered back.

~~~

After dinner, mom wanted to go to a nearby park for the sunset. We found a pleasant spot and watched the sun descend in the silence of the SUV. “Still feel good about my offer?” mom asked.

“I see one problem.” She raised her eyebrows in askance. “If you make love half as well as you give handjobs, you’ll see me at home a lot more often.”

She chuckled. “You know we’ll have to work around your father and sister.”

“Nothing good comes easy.”

“Except you.” We both laughed at her joke. “You know we’ve only dipped our toes so far. This next step is huge.”

“I’m still fine with it,” I told her.

“Fine with making love to the woman who carried you for nine months, breastfed you, and bathed you? Fine with putting your bare flesh inside mommy’s bare flesh and spurting your seed into the womb that formed and nurtured you?”

“That sounds so hot.” I looked out the windshield at the people exercising, walking, and sitting at the picnic table. “If you keep talking like that, I may not make it home.”

“Let me know that fully understand what we plan to do.”

“Mom, I have no desire to get you pregnant, but I wish the unique parts of my DNA could become a part of you.”

“Well, I swallowed enough of your spunk and slobbered in your mouth this afternoon,” she said. “Before the sun rises again, I’ll have your seed swimming around my reproductive system. That’s a lot closer than most boys get to their mothers.”

My breath came in gasps. “So hot.”

“Don’t expect much in the way of fireworks the first time. We’ll need a few times to learn each other’s bodies.”

It sounded like a project I could dedicate myself to. “I want to make sure you orgasm tonight, too.”

“You can warm me up on the couch with your fingers,” she told me. “How would feel about going down on me a little?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Your first time eating pussy and your first time cumming freely inside a woman. That will make me the first woman to know your seed like that.”

“You’re already the first woman to put my cock in her mouth and swallow my cum,” I told her.

“Perfect, mommy’s little man.”

The sun had finished setting, and darkness swallowed the gloom. Lights popped on around the parking lot and the park. “Ready to go home and get this party started?”

Mom squirmed in her seat. She pulled her panties from under her knee-length skirt and stuffed them in the hip pocket of my slacks. She rubbed the wet gusset against the inner lining. “More than.”

~~~

We sipped wine and kissed and groped like teenagers. Mom’s tongue darted merzifon escort into, out of, and around my mouth like a hummingbird. Her fingers pressed spots around my back that left my nerves burning with ecstasy. Her fingernails dragging along my abdomen beneath my shirt left me moaning into her mouth.

I plunged my middle finger in and out of her wetness, stopping now and then to run my thumb in circles over her clit. I knew I had it right when she sucked my tongue past her lips and worked my mouth like I hoped her pussy worked my throbbing cock later.

Mom pulled back from our kiss, a string of saliva stretching between us and dropping onto her chin. She grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away. “Time for one of our firsts.” She put her hand on top of my head and pushed gently.

I moved down between her knees. It smelled musky and felt humid under her skirt. Her hair felt damp against the tip of my nose, and her inner thighs tacky against my cheeks. I drew my tongue over her slit, feeling the gentle curve of her inner lips against her outer labia. She moaned. I darted my tongue into her heat. I covered her with my mouth and mimicked what she had done to my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed. I’d never heard her use that word.

When I flickered the tip of my tongue over her clit, she moaned and pushed my head away. Her breath came in gasps. “More of that another time. I want to cum around your beautiful cock.”

She took my hand and led me to my childhood bedroom. Neither of us wanted to use the bed she shared with my father. “Should I call you Jessica while we do it?”

“That depends, baby. Do you want to fuck Jessica or mommy?”

“Mommy, of course.”

She smiled. “How did you do it the first two times? What positions?”

“Missionary.”

“I like the idea of your young body on top of me. We’ll stick with the tried and true this time,” she said. We laid side by side on the bed, and she rolled me on top of her. “I can feel you trembling, baby. Slide in slowly and stop all the way down. We’ll talk for a minute to relax you.”

Good thing she gave me instructions. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to get inside her without cumming. “So tight, mom.”

“I said you were thicker than your father.” She shifted her shoulders beneath me. “How does it feel to be scrotum deep in your mother?”

“I can feel your bare inside against my bare cock, kind of like wearing pants without underwear,” I told her.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. What a turn-on. “Start moving in and out slowly and take your time reaching a comfortable rhythm. You’ll know when to go crazy.”

“How do I make you cum?”

“I’m still pretty wound up from downstairs. It shouldn’t take too long, baby.”

I started with long, slow strokes. I spent the first several minutes focused on not going off. Once I got past my overstimulation, I reached a comfortable pace I could sustain for more than a minute or two.

“Perfect, lover,” mom cooed. “Your young cock feels like magic. It’s never felt like this with your father.”

“Another first?”

She purred. Then her back arched. “Oh. Oh! Keep going just like that, baby. Mommy’s about to cum!” Her nails dug into my shoulders. A throaty scream shot past her lips and echoed around the room. “Yes! Fuck YESSSSSS!”

She bucked and squirmed beneath me. She shuddered, and for a second I thought she might be having some sort of fit. Only my total surprise kept me from losing it right then.

Her body relaxed. She gasped for air like she’d run a marathon. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Your turn. Cum for mommy, baby. Cum in mommy.”

I thrust faster. In and out, over and over. “Here it comes, mom.”

“Yes, baby. Look at me. Stare at me while you cum. Bind your orgasm with my face.”

I planned to thrust in, hold for the spurt, pull out, and repeat until I finished. Instead, when the first sticky rope of cum shot from cock, my arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of mom. “Uhhh…” I twitched for several seconds before I managed to push myself back up.

“Good boy. Drain yourself inside me,” mom coached. “Give mommy every drop.”

Orgasm over, I thrust slowly, enjoying the feel of mom’s bare birth canal until I softened too much to stay inside. “Oh, mom. I think I became that orgasm.”

“Oh, honey,” she said with a loving giggle. She caressed my back. “I think you did, too.”

“Was it okay?”

“Honey, I’ve had plenty of sex with you in the house. With your father. Have you ever heard me scream?”

“I’ve never even heard you moan.”

“Exactly.”

“Mom, if you’d suggested this before today, I would have left and never come back,” I told her. “Now I can’t imagine how I lived without the experience.”

“I never imagined I’d have my only son’s semen dripping from my vagina.” She smacked my ass. “Roll onto your side. Let’s see if we can get it to run across the back of my thigh.”

I moved off her. We lay facing each other, kissing and caressing. I’d just made love to the woman who had given birth to me. Spilled my life force into the womb I sprang from.

I’d come full circle.

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