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Doing it for Mama Part 5

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Author: Twominds8202@yahoo.com (mf experimentation, MF, mF inc)
Title: Doing it for Mama 5

 
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Part 5 of 5

	Jacob made room for her and she sat down by him as she had the 
night before.

	"Jacob, you know there is a window in my bedroom."

	"Yes Mama, I know," he said, puzzled.

	"If you look straight down from the window, what do you see?" she 
asked, very quietly.

	Jacob visualized the view and answered without thinking, "The cellar 
do..." He turned his face to the wall.

	"I saw you and Lessa come out of the cellar door after you had 
already left for the movie.  What were you doing down there, Jacob?"

	Jacob's heart fell.  He didn't know what to say.  He felt as if he were 
choking.  Suddenly, he sobbed, trying to keep his voice low, not wanting to 
wake up the house, "Oh Mama!  Don't make me say!" And he continued to 
cry.  She sat there waiting for him to finish.  "Tell me Son, I need to know."

	"Mama, Lessa and I were playing with each other."

	"Yes?" she said, and he knew she didn't understand.  

	"Mama, I showed her my peter, and she showed me her, her--you 
know."

	Ruth looked at him a long time, then nodded her head, several times. 
She asked, "Down in the basement?"  

	"Yes, and under the bed too."

	"Under the bed too?  On another day?"

	"Yes, but..."

Did you touch her, or did she touch you?" she asked.

	"Yes."

	"How?"

	"Oh Mama!"  He was whining he knew, and he hated it, but he 
couldn't help it.

	"Tell me, Son."

	"She touched me with her fingers, and she kissed me right on the 
peter," he blurted it out.

	Again, she looked at him, and nodded.  "Is that all?" she asked, 
shifting her body and then returning to the same position.

	"No, Mama. She held my peter while I peed."

	"Under the BED?" Ruth spoke louder than she wanted to; then 
clenched her teeth and touched a finger to her lips.  

	He waited till she nodded, and then he said, "No, I didn't pee under 
the bed!"  Ruth sniggered, and he felt a little better. "It was later on, in the 
bathroom."

	Ruth clasped her hands between her knees and squirmed.  Jacob 
noticed his mother was breathing loudly.

	"What else happened?"  

	"Well, I touched her thing with my thing."

	"You put it IN?" her voice was a shouted whisper.

	"No Mama, I never put my thing in her!"  He heard his mother let out 
her breath.

	"So, you did it under my bed, in the bathroom, and in the basement? 
Is that all?"

	"No Mom, not under your bed, under Gifford's bed."

	She thought a moment.  "And where was Gifford?"

	"He was on the bed, Mama."

	"When was this, Jacob?"

	"Which time?" he asked.

	"Which time--you were under the bed more than once?"

	"Yes, Mama.  Once when Gifford was alone, and once when you were 
with him."

	She was silent for a long moment. Then through the dimness he saw 
her shake her head.  "What about down in the basement, did you hear 
anything?"

	He nodded his head, watching her eyes, very much afraid now.
"Oh God, what have I done?" she whispered, looking out the window 
at the streetlight.

	"Mom, it's all right.  I didn't tell nobody.  I wouldn't hurt Dad.  I told 
you I wouldn't tell. I remember what you said, you know, about when I was 
under the table."  He was trying to make her feel better.

	"Oh God. Oh God."  She started crying, quietly.

	Jacob pulled her to him and she put her upper body lay over on him, 
her breasts against his chest, her chin over his left shoulder, her legs and feet 
trailing off into the floor.  She was in the same thin cotton gown she had on 
last night. As he rubbed her back, up and down her spine, he sensed she had 
nothing underneath.   

	"You won't love your old mother anymore, will you Jacob?" she 
mourned.

	"Aww Mom, don't say that.  You know I love you."  His hand drifted 
down onto her soft hip, rubbing the little plump part that was there at the 
widest part.  

	"Aren't you ashamed me, of what I did to you last night?" she asked.

	"No, Mom, I loved it, just like I love you. I'm not ashamed of you."

	"I wasn't thinking straight, I guess.  I would've done anything not to 
let your daddy find out about Gifford."

	"It's OK, Mom, it felt wonderful!  And I won't tell."

	"You didn't tell Lessa about that, did you?"  Her voice was worried.

	"No Mom, that's a secret between you and me."  He passed his hand 
was lightly over her buttocks, and felt the indentation of her buttocks there.  
She lay upon, letting him do this.

Jacob was thrilled with the feel of her under his hand. After a while he 
closed the gaps between his fingers, held them stiff, and lightly ran them 
vertically down the crack as far as he could, then back.  This was an 
intentional move, no doubt about it.  She could understand it no other way.  
She became very quiet, very still.

Touching his mother this way sent pulses through his penis and he felt 
himself beginning to press up into her side which lay across his pelvis.  His 
hand continued to move, but with her half-sitting, half-lying as she was, he 
could feel down only so far.

	Then his hand came away from her buttocks, trailing over her hip, and 
down the side of her leg.  He felt her naked knee, just below the hem of her 
gown.  He reached behind her knee and rubbed there softly.  He heard here 
breathing deeply.   He trailed his fingers in circles at the hem of her gown, 
then came up under it on her outside thigh.  She was still as death, hardly 
breathing.  On the other hand, his own breathing was ragged.  Up, his hand 
traveled slowly along her smooth thigh, and he was back at her hip again, 
pausing there to stroke her lightly.  This time there was nothing between her 
flesh and his hand.  His penis bore insistently into the softness below her 
ribs.

	"Oh Jacob, what am I going to do?" she whispered hoarsely.

	"Nothin' Mama, let me do for you."

	"But Jacob..." she said, but did not move from where she was.

	Up over her hip his light fingers came, under the loose gown to the 
cleavage in her buttocks.  He moved his fingers down the track once again 
and this time, as he neared her anus, she actually shifted her body up on him, 
placing her breasts almost to his shoulders.  He felt her gown slide along his 
penis as she moved.  Her anus was now under his fingers within easy reach, 
and he touched his middle finger to it, feeling its dryness and tightness.  He 
didn't know what to do, so he continued past it and suddenly his fingertip 
slipped into wetness.  Then another finger went in.  He could reach no 
farther, so he brought his wet fingers back to her anus and there tapped them 
against the closed tissues, feeling them become incredibly tender and moist.  
A whispering groan escaped from his mother and then, "Yesss, Jacob!"

	Jacob remembered what his mother had said to Gifford, about licking 
his ass, "I can do that," she had said.  He had her lips smacking as he 
listened to them beneath the bed.  This thing was done among grown-ups.  
His mother liked it, and the excitement of that fact swept over him like a 
warm wave.  

After awhile, he moved his fingers away from her bottom and back to 
her thigh and continued tracing a track to her groin.  There, he could go no 
farther, her closed legs blocked the way. Slowly she pushed herself back into 
a sitting position.  Her hand now resting on her thigh, her face turned toward 
him looking at him through the shadows. "I love you, Jacob," she said.  

Jacob felt love too, but he could not speak, his throat was dry, his 
breath and his heartbeat were trading places for the lead. 

His hand now came to rest over her belly, feeling the place where he 
had begun. Ruth lifted her body a moment and pulled the gown from under 
her, up to her waist.  He moved his hand along her groin and down toward 
where her thighs met. She parted them slightly, and he felt the fringes of her 
wiry hair.  How different from the little girl he had touched.

	Hardly able to speak he said, "Mama, lay down by me, please Mama."  
He scooted over farther, close to the wall, now on his right side.

	She sat a moment, silent, then lay down beside him on her back.  Her 
knees were flexed, and her feet, her pretty feet, were flat on the bed.  She 
stroked them back and forth a few times on the sheet letting out a long sigh.

	He bent over her face and kissed her soft lips.  Then like the touch of 
a hot match, he felt her flick his lips.  He gasped, but kept his mouth on hers.  
She flicked him again.  This time, he licked back.  Then he looked toward 
her eyes, but could only see shadows.  His left hand traveled down her 
rounded belly and he found the V between her legs, and pressed there.  His 
fingers riffled through her of curly pubic hair.  He heard her take in a deep 
breath, felt the rise of her pelvis, and heard her whisper, "Oh Jacob, I love 
you!"

	Then he was up on his knees, and inverting his body to hers, he swung 
a knee over, and nestled himself so that his penis was over her face and her 
vulva was open to his.  Her scent filled the air around his face.  "Is this it 
Mama?" he asked.  "Is this what you wanted?"

	"Jacob I..." her voice sounded apprehensive, as if she were having 
second thoughts about such a thing with her son.  He buried his face in her 
soft vulva, exploring something entirely new and wonderful.  Rubbing his 
face in the wetness, sucking in the long inner lips.  

	Then Jacob felt her hands on his buttocks, spreading them, her tongue 
sliding between them, driving into his anus.  In turn, he slipped his lips 
down to her second opening and sucked there too.  Then she pulled his penis 
into her mouth and he felt the strong, delightful suction, which eventually 
drew his scrotum into the same wet cavity.  

	He remembered what she had said to Gifford, "I suck you, you suck 
me."  Now Jacob was doing for this woman, this woman he loved, what 
Gifford would not do. 

	Down the hall, behind his closed door, his father slept the all-
consuming slumber of the depressed.  

Behind the door of the other bedroom, Willey's hand rested over 
Bea's breast as they both slept peacefully.

 From behind Willey his beautiful daughter reached over his hip, and 
down to his crotch, to stroke the length of his very impressive erection.





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