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{ASSM} Taking Mother {Sigerson H.} (mF Non-cons inc)

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Taking Mother
By Sigerson H.
Copyright August 2001

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

Taking Mother

I found mom on my way back to the cabin. She was 
lying unconscious on the ground. From the position 
of the body and the gouge in the earth it was 
pretty obvious what had happened. She had slipped 
while chasing me and hadn't managed to catch 
herself in time to prevent going down hard. The 
side of her head had managed to catch the only 
rock sticking out of the ground for a radius of 
thirty feet. There was no blood at the point of 
impact but there was a really ugly looking bruise.

I checked for broken bones and neck injuries as 
well as I could. She seemed all right except for 
being unconscious. It was completely dark by now 
and cooling off rapidly. I ran back to the cabin 
to get a blanket. I had a flashlight and was able 
to run pretty fast by now. In the three months we 
had been up here, my lungs had grown accustomed to 
the thin air just a half-mile from the tree line.

I grabbed a blanket and headed back to Mom. She 
moaned as I rolled her onto the blanket. I checked 
again but she was still out like a light. I tied 
the blanket around her body and dragged her uphill 
to the cabin.

It wasn't much more than a city block away but it 
was uphill and it took almost forty-five minutes 
to get her inside. The wind had come up and it was 
rapidly sucking all the heat out of my body. I 
tried not to imagine what it was doing to Mom. The 
wind also brought snow. The large, wind driven 
flakes cut the visibility down to less than a five 
yards by the time I stumbled up the porch stairs.

I lay her unconscious body next to the fire and 
untied the blanket. Her hands were cold. Her pulse 
and breathing were regular so I didn't think she 
was in immediate danger. I put a couple blankets 
and pillows under her legs to help in case she was 
in shock.

I turned on the short-wave radio. The radio was 
still tuned to the frequency used by the sheriff's 
office. It was just about 9:30 so Jake Adams 
should be on the radio. That was good. If Bert had 
been the man on duty I would have had to explain 
everything four times before he would get off his 
ass and get me some help.

"Sheriff's office this is Jimmy Roy. Sheriff's 
office this is Jimmy Roy. I have a medical 
emergency. I have a medical emergency. Over." I 
listened to static for a couple seconds that 
seemed like an eternity.

"Jimmy Roy this is the sheriff's office. What 
happened, Jimmy? Over."

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Jake on the 
radio.

"Jake, this is Jimmy. My Mom fell and hit her head 
on a rock. She's unconscious and has a big bruise 
on her temple. She isn't bleeding. I checked for 
broke bones but couldn't find any. I had to drag 
her back to the cabin. Can you get Doctor Bob? 
Over."

"Bert's calling him now, Jimmy. He should be on 
his way here in a few minutes if he's home. How 
long has she been unconscious? Over."

"I'd guess about an hour or an hour and a half. 
She's cold but I have her lying in front of the 
fire warming up. Over."

"Has your Mom come around at all since you found 
her?"

"She moaned a little when I moved her onto the 
blanket. Nothing since then."

"Bert just told me that Doc's on his way, Jimmy. 
Hang in there. You're doing fine."

I hadn't realized how anxious I was until that 
moment. I was so relieved to hear the some 
competent medical advice was coming that I almost 
shouted with relief.

I spent a half hour talking to Doctor Bob. I acted 
as his eyes and ears as I checked Mom's breathing, 
pulse rate and pupil response. I checked joint 
movement and felt for lumps on her ribs and limbs. 
I felt awkward touching Mom's chest near her 
breasts but did my best to be thorough.

At the end of radio exam, Doc's advice was to try 
to watch for signs of concussion and try to wake 
her every hour. I was to call in with reports and 
Doc would issue orders based on my reports. I 
promised to call in an hour.

Mom was warm so I decided to at least get her off 
the floor and into bed. Doc said it was all right 
as long as I was careful. That took about a half 
hour. I was small and Mom was heavy. Limp bodies 
are really hard to move.

I undressed her as I put her into bed. I removed 
her shoes and pants and flannel shirt. I left her 
dressed in her tee shirt and panties. I eventually 
got her on the bed and under the covers.

Dr. Bob had told me to record Mom's vital signs 
before calling in again so I got my logbook and a 
pencil and made a grid to track Mom's pulse and 
respiration. I still had another twenty minutes 
until I had to take the first measurements and 
call them in.

I got our first aid kit from the kitchen. We had 
enough medicine, bandages and other assorted 
medical paraphernalia to keep a platoon of 
soldiers alive for a year. There was even a 
syringe and supply of needles to administer dugs 
when the patient was unconscious.

I kept myself occupied by straightening up the 
cabin. The coffee table in front of the couch was 
still upside down from my angry exit earlier in 
the evening. My birthday cake was smashed to 
crumbs on the table. I started cleaning and 
checked my watch frequently.

I called in right on time with the information.

"Sheriff's office this is Jimmy. Over."

Jake must have been waiting by the mike. There was 
no delay this time.

"Jimmy, this is Jake. Doc's here with me so read 
the signs. Over."

I read off the data to Doc and then he gave me 
further instructions before returning the mike to 
Jake.

"Jimmy, this is Jake. I contacted the state patrol 
about getting a chopper in to pick up your Mom. 
They say there's no way to get in there until the 
wind dies down in a couple days. Has the snow 
already started up there? Over."

"Yes it has. The visibility is close to zero by 
now. Over."

"Then evacuation by road is also out for now, 
Jimmy. You're going to have to do this by yourself 
until the snow stops. For now, Doc wants you to 
try to wake your Mom every hour right after you 
take her vitals. Do you understand, Jimmy? Over."

"I understand, Jake. I'll call back in an hour. 
Over."

Jake's relief that I was not panicking was evident 
even over the static filled radio connection.

"All right, Jimmy. I'll wait for your call. Out."

The silence filled the cabin. I had never felt so 
alone in my life. The storm wouldn't pass for at 
least forty-eight hours. Nobody was going to 
arrive by road for a few hours longer than that. 
Mom was hurt and I was alone up here. Not exactly 
my best birthday.

I checked my watch and started cleaning again. 
God, I had made a mess on my way out.

When I started taking Mom's signs again an hour 
later she felt cold. I mentioned that to Doc 
during the next radio call. He told me to find 
some jars with lids and fill them with hot water 
for use as heating pads. He also said that I 
should get under the covers with her to help warm 
her up.

I did as Doc ordered. I threw more wood into the 
stove and started heating enough water to fill 
three jars. I set the alarm to wake myself in time 
to take vital signs before calling the sheriff's 
office.

I filled the jars with hot water and screwed the 
lids on tight. I then held one of the jars next to 
my forearm. It was very warm but didn't leave a 
red mark. I wrapped them in towels and placed them 
under the covers next to Mom.

The next part was a little harder. I stripped down 
to my underwear and crawled in next to Mom. She 
really did feel cold. I put my leg over hers and 
threw one arm over her chest. She felt awfully 
cold. I closed my eyes and thought about the 
evening. I wanted desperately to take back some of 
the things I had said and done, or at least to say 
I was sorry. But there was no way to get 
forgiveness from my mother right now.

The alarm clock woke me up. I was a little 
disoriented to find myself waking up next to a 
partially dressed woman. This was too close to the 
sexual fantasies I had been having all summer up 
here alone with my Mom. Except none of those 
fantasies involved that woman being my Mom. My leg 
was still draped over her legs and my hand was now 
cupping one of her breasts. I pulled my hand away 
from her breast and put a few inches of air 
between our bodies.

She was definitely warmer than before. That was 
good. I tried waking her again by shaking her 
shoulder. I was rewarded with a resounding whack 
to my head. I almost managed to dodge the blow. It 
stunned me and I sat down hard on the floor. Mom 
continued to thrash about on the bed for about a 
minute. She seemed to be fighting something.

I grabbed one of her flailing arms and was 
rewarded with a slap across my face. There wasn't 
enough power in the slap to knock me down but it 
did sting a little.

Mom continued to thrash about for a minute. All of 
the blankets ended up on the floor. As soon as she 
lay still I covered her up and called Jake.

"Jake, this is Jimmy. Is Doctor Bob there? Over."

"I'm here, Jimmy. What's wrong?"

"Mom knocked me down with her fist but I don't 
think she's waking up. She's quiet now but she 
threw the blankets on the floor. I'm really 
worried. Over."

"It sounds like she had a slight seizure, Jimmy. 
Check the pupil size and response in both eyes."

I did as he said. "Both pupils look like they are 
the same size and both respond to the light. 
Over."

Doctor Bob sounded a lot less tense when he spoke 
again.

"All right, Jimmy. I don't think there's anything 
to worry about. Restrain her hands and feet so she 
doesn't hurt you and doesn't throw off the 
blankets again. She needs to be kept warm so 
refill those jars with more hot water."

"Will do, Doctor. Jake, What's happening with the 
weather? Over."

"No change, Jimmy. Clear weather is still a couple 
days out. Over."

"O.K. I'll call again in another hour. Over."

"We'll be here. You're doing fine, Jimmy. 
Everything will be all right. Out."

The only rope we had in the cabin was some rough 
hemp stuff that looked like it would scratch Mom's 
wrists and ankles. I looked for alternatives and 
eventually found some. 

I tied her right hand to the bedpost with a knit 
scarf. I made the knot tight without cutting off 
the circulation. I used a kitchen towel to tie her 
left hand to the other bedpost. Her left foot was 
tied to a bedpost with one of her old flannel 
shirts. Her right foot was tied to the last 
bedpost with my tee-shirt.

I refilled the jars and crawled into bed again. 
When I threw my hand over her chest my hand landed 
right on one of Mom's breasts. I felt my face 
flush as I realized what I had done and quickly 
moved my hand further down to her belly.

I thought back to the first week in June when we 
had moved up here. It seemed ages ago, though it 
was only last June.

June, 2001

My Mom is a biologist who specializes in ecology 
of high altitudes. She had just received a grant 
for a project dealing with the effects of acid 
rain on the ecology of the tree line when she had 
enough of my Dad's infidelity. She filed for 
divorce and extracted a lot of money from Dad and 
moved us to the site of her research; a cabin just 
below the tree line on the western slopes of the 
Rockies.

I had often helped my Mom in her projects and 
enjoyed the summers that we spent at the cabin. 
That summer didn't seem a whole lot different than 
our previous trips. Mom had asked if I wanted to 
stay with Dad but my Dad is a jerk and I said that 
I preferred to stay with her.

So, after my Mom and Dad divorced, my Mom and I 
packed up to move up here. I thought it was only 
going to be for part of the summer so when I 
packed my stuff I sneaked in some skin magazines 
and some old porn paperbacks that I had borrowed 
from a friend at school. I would at least have 
some fodder for my hormonally driven fantasies.

Our cabin consists of two rooms. There is a large 
main room that serves as a kitchen, living room, 
and my bedroom and a smaller room that serves as 
Mom's bedroom. The toilet is a small outhouse 
about twenty yards from the cabin.

I had spent a lot of time camping with my Mom so I 
wasn't particularly upset at moving up here for a 
while. But after we got up here she explained that 
we were going to be up here for an extended stay I 
started to get pissed off. As I said, I was twelve 
and like all twelve-year-old boys, I wanted 
desperately to explore the anatomical differences 
between the neighbor girl and me.

Mom said we were here for the summer and fall and 
probably through the winter if we didn't get down 
the mountain before the first snowfall. I did my 
best to help with her work so that we wouldn't be 
stuck here past Labor day.

My I.Q. has been tested several times and is 
supposed to be in the genius range. I'm not so 
sure about that but I was quite qualified to 
assist my Mom. I helped by counting and 
classifying the various plants and animals at 
different elevations while Mom recorded their 
sizes and weights throughout the summer. That 
still left me a lot of time to explore the 
mountain on my own and often to take a book or a 
magazine along to provide some stimulation for 
some self pleasure. When the pages began to get 
worn and torn I started peeping on my own mother.

She's not really that bad looking. She's about 
twenty pounds heavier than she should be for her 
height, but almost all of that is muscle. Her 
breasts are big enough to attract attention when 
she wears tee-shirts but not so big that they flop 
around when she doesn't wear a bra. I looked at 
the tag on her bra while I was doing laundry and 
saw that she wore a 36-C.

The nearest town was almost seventy miles away 
over very rough roads so we only managed a couple 
trips during the summer. Each trip took a whole 
day to get there and back with a three-hour stop 
in town to buy whatever we needed for the next 
month.

We did have one neighbor who lived only a couple 
hours down the mountain. We had only seen him once 
and like us he went into town about once a month. 
You learn to be independent up in the mountains or 
you don't live here very long.

Our normal means of communication is by short-wave 
radio. We have a wind generator supply what little 
electricity the radio needs.

August, 2001

The summer went by pretty quickly and I was sure 
we were going to go back to Denver for the winter. 
That's why I was surprised to see a couple pick-
ups driving away from the cabin when I returned 
from my daily recording rounds on one of our study 
sectors.

Those trucks were used to deliver large quantities 
of supplies. There was only one reason for them to 
be here. Mom was planning to stay the winter. I 
ran down to the cabin.

Mom was stacking boxes of supplies along one wall 
of the cabin.

"You said we were leaving in September!" I yelled. 
"What the hell is all this for?"

"I said we might leave," said Mom calmly. "I never 
said we would leave. I just got a grant for a 
winter study in this area, so we're staying 
through the winter."

"But I have to go to school," I whined.

"You school books are being sent to us and you'll 
radio in your reports and tests. We'll move back 
to Denver next year."

"I'll go stay with Dad."

"I tried calling him last month. Your Dad left 
Denver with no forwarding address. I think he's in 
trouble with his bookie. If you could find him it 
would be too dangerous to live with him."

"I could stay with Grandma and Grandpa."

"I already asked them. They're moving to a 
senior's home in Mesa. You aren't allowed to stay 
there."

"Uncle Marvin?"

"He's decided to marry Steve and then they're 
moving to San Francisco."

"Aunt Mary?"

"She just split up with her boyfriend. She's deep 
into the 'all men are jerks' phase. Believe me you 
don't want to be in the middle of that."

"I could call my friends. One of them would let me 
move in for the winter."

"How many friends do you have who are close enough 
to let you move in for nine months?"

She had me there. Most of my friends were just 
acquaintances. I wouldn't put them up. I was 
pretty sure they wouldn't put me up. I closed my 
eyes and slowly counted to fifty. All my hopes for 
joining the ranks of the non-virgins disappeared 
for another year.

I enrolled in school and started doing my lessons 
during the rapidly shortening days. I made rapid 
progress of course. By October I was more than 
half done with the required work for the year.

October, 2001

My birthday happens to be October 13th. I have 
always been grateful to my mother for not having 
me on the originally scheduled due date of October 
31. She says it was shear perverseness on my part 
for coming two weeks early and messing up her 
lesson plans at the University.

The morning of the 13th we had made our rounds and 
recorded all the readings in record time. A storm 
was coming that night and it was supposed to be a 
big one. I went to the outhouse with one of my 
skin magazines and managed to knock it down the 
hole while I was jacking off. I got a sliver in my 
palm when I made a frenzied but unsuccessful grab 
at the masturbation material.

On my way back to the cabin I tried to stuff my 
favorite porn novel into my coat pocket but 
dropped it on the ground and then accidentally 
kicked it under a bush. The book got soaked of 
course.

I was in a foul mood when I got back to the cabin. 
I was too pissed after losing the magazine and 
getting the sliver to resume masturbating. Now I 
had to find someplace in a two room cabin to dry a 
book that I didn't want my mother to see.

Mom had supper ready when I got back to the cabin. 
After supper she brought out a birthday cake. It 
was my favorite of course. After the wish and 
candle shtick, she handed me a birthday present. 
My mood was just starting to improve when I opened 
the present. I was stunned. Mom had gotten me a 
collection of DVD's. I sorted through the top five 
in the stack. They were all old Disney movies. 
Unfortunately we had no television and no DVD 
player. My mood swiftly returned to anger at 
everything in my life.

I dropped the box of DVD's on the table and pushed 
the cake onto the floor.  I grabbed my coat as I 
stalked to the door. I kicked over the coffee 
table for good measure as I left the cabin. I 
heard Mom yelling something at me as I slammed the 
door behind me and ran off into the woods. I heard 
the door slam again as I ran up the path.

.

A sharp slap across my chest woke me up. Mom was 
struggling again. She was not struggling to get 
out of her bonds but she was moving around like 
she was fighting something. Her right hand was 
free and that was where the slap had come from.

Doctor Bob had said that if this happened again I 
was to watch her carefully to keep her from 
hurting herself of me but not to interfere beyond 
that.

Mom quieted down after a few minutes. I looked at 
my watch. It was time to take vitals and call in 
again.

Doctor Bob had returned home so Jake took the 
signs over the radio. Before he signed off he said 
that Bert would take over the radio for the next 
eight hours.

Great. I really needed Barney Fife's dumber 
brother on the other end of the radio while I was 
trying to keep my Mom alive.

I returned to Mom's bed. Except for the right arm, 
she was tied securely to the bed. I checked the 
knots one more time. I couldn't have her get loose 
and slug me again. I looked around the bedroom for 
something to tie that loose right hand. I spotted 
a brassiere on her dresser. It was the only thing 
that looked promising. I grabbed the bra and used 
it to tie her hand to the bed. When I was done I 
checked the other knots.

Her left hand and left foot were both loose. I 
retied the towel and the flannel shirt.

When I was done I looked down at Mom. Her nipples 
were erect under her tee-shirt.

For month's I had been trying to peek at her while 
she changed or bathed. Now she was tied spread-
eagle on her bed and unconscious. I could look all 
I wanted with no fear of being caught. My mind 
wrestled with my cock. In a thirteen-year-old boy 
this is not exactly a contest. My cock won.

I carefully lifted the hem of Mom's tee-shirt 
above her breasts. They were the first breasts I 
had seen that were not on a television screen or 
the pages of some glossy magazine.

Mom's nipples were larger than I had imagined. 
They were the size of pencil erasers that jutted 
stiffly from the dark brown circles of the 
aureoles. Her flattened breasts drooped a little 
since she was lying on her back.

I bent down and touched the closest nipple with 
the tip of my finger. It puckered even more at the 
touch.

I bent closer and licked it with my tongue. Mom's 
breathing rate increased. I sucked the nipple into 
my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. A throaty 
groan came from Mom's lips.

I crawled onto the bed to suck the other breast. 
My cock was soon uncomfortably hard so I sat back 
on my heels to adjust it. It occurred to me that 
it was silly to continue this exploration of Mom's 
body while I was wearing shorts so I stood up on 
the bed and removed them. I threw them on the 
floor by my jeans.

I bounced on the bed as I admired Mom's exposed 
tits. My eyes drifted down to Mom's panty covered 
crotch. A darker shadow over her pubic mound 
hinted at what lay beneath the thin material of 
her panties.

In for a penny, in for a pound. I dropped to my 
knees and untied the left foot. It took a little 
effort to slip the panties down to her ankles and 
pull them off of her left leg. I retied the leg 
and resumed my exploration. This was so much 
better than the pictures.

I trailed my fingers through Mom's pubic hair. It 
felt crinkly and soft. My fingers found their way 
through the thatch of hair to the skin. I groaned 
as I felt the tips of my fingers slip between her 
pussy lips. She was too dry for much penetration.

I lay down on the bed between her legs with my 
face only inches from her crotch. The folds of 
skin that formed her pussy were clearly visible 
now. I wet my finger in my mouth. I ran the wet 
finger between the folds of skin. She felt so warm 
and smooth that I almost shot cum all over Mom's 
sheets. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

It took a few more licks of my finger to finally 
get my finger more than knuckle deep between her 
pussy lips. I tried to remember the pictures from 
my now shit covered magazine. There should be a 
vagina and a clit in here somewhere.

After some amateurish fumbling I managed to find 
the elusive parts of Mom's anatomy. They weren't 
quite where I had pictured them but now that they 
were located, I intended to continue my 
explorations. I started by fingering Mom's clit. 
It responded to my touch even more dramatically 
than Mom's nipple.

I moved on the entrance of Mom's vagina. She was 
still quite dry inside so I stuck my finger in my 
mouth for a little more lubrication. Mom didn't 
taste all that bad. It occurred to me that I could 
just apply the lubrication directly to the 
destination. Eliminate the middle finger so to 
speak.

I applied my tongue to the Mom's pussy lips. It 
was awkward trying to lick along the slit while 
lying on my belly. I briefly considered untying 
mom and moving her but to the edge of the bed as 
had been described in one of the porn novels (Not 
the wet one thank god). I would have to reread 
that portion again.

I poked my tongue as far into Mom's vagina as I 
could. When I thought she was wet enough I scooted 
back and reapplied my fingers. They slipped in 
quite easily this time.

I closed my eyes with ecstasy as my fingers slid 
into her warm wet tunnel. I was amazed at the way 
it felt. It was velvety soft and slick and hot all 
at the same time. I had to cum.

I got to my knees and started masturbating. My 
cock was aimed right at Mom's gaping pussy. The 
lips glistened invitingly in the light from the 
kerosene lamp. My cock said do it. My mind said 
why not fuck her for a few minutes. I could pull 
out before I filled her cunt with cum.

I inched forward and placed my cock between Mom's 
pussy lips. It took a while to find the hole but 
it was worth it. I almost came as the head of my 
cock entered my mother's hot wet vagina. I had to 
stop before I filled Mom with cum. If Mom turned 
up pregnant in a few months, there would be no 
doubt as to the father.

When the urge to cum diminished, I started fucking 
Mom very slowly trying to get my cock all the way 
into her dry cunt hole. I felt Mom's leg move 
against my leg. Her hips turned a little. Was she 
responding to the stimulation of my amateurish 
though enthusiastic fucking?

At last I was all the way inside. This was so much 
better than jacking myself off. I would just do a 
couple full strokes and then pull out. I knew it 
wasn't totally safe but it just felt so good.

"Jimmy?" whispered Mom.

I looked at Mom's face. Her eyes were open. She 
was not reacting fast but she was waking up.

Mom's cunt clamped down on my cock. She was awake.

There was no way to pretend this was an accident. 
I could finish raping my mother or I could pull 
out and try to come up with a rational explanation 
for my cock being inside her while she was tied to 
her bed. My cock started to wilt.

"Get off of me right now! Jesus, Jimmy, I don't 
want to get pregnant! You untie my hands and feet 
right this minute, goddamnit!"

Mom started struggling to free herself from the 
makeshift bonds. The slight movement got me hard 
again.

Mom must have felt me growing hard again. Her face 
paled and she stopped struggling.

"Jimmy," she pleaded, "Please don't do this. Just 
untie me right now and we'll forget all about 
this. You just got a little overexcited. Untie me 
right now and we'll pretend none of this 
happened."

The desperation in her voice made me even harder. 
I started to fuck her again with slow sensuous 
strokes.

"I'm not on the pill, Jimmy! For crissakes stop!"

The alarm went off. Shit! I had to call in again. 
If I didn't call in Deputy Bert would go off half-
cocked and send a rescue squad up here. It would 
take them hours but that wouldn't stop him. Some 
of them might get hurt or even die.

I was tempted to just finish my first fuck but my 
Mother's pleas and the thought of having Deputy 
Bert and a posse of townspeople finding out that I 
had been raping my unconscious Mother finally 
overwhelmed my hormone driven desire to get my 
rocks off. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of 
Mom's cunt. She visibly relaxed but was still 
anxious to have her hands free.

I couldn't have Mom yelling in the background 
while I talked to Bert. How could I shut her up?

I opened Mom's panties drawer and grabbed two 
pair. I wadded them up and stuffed them into her 
mouth. I used the scarf that had tied her hand to 
hold the panties in her mouth. I ignored her 
struggles and muffled protests.

I made up some numbers for Mom's vital signs and 
went to radio them in. Mom's bed creaked as she 
struggled to get free. Bert took the signs and 
signed off immediately. For once his officiousness 
came in handy.

My lust had turned to fear by the time I returned 
to Mom's room but the sight of her naked body tied 
to the bed quickly drove the fear from my mind.

I kneeled on the bed between her spread legs. My 
cock was rock hard and pointing straight out from 
my body. I was just about to resume my interrupted 
fuck when Mom's muted screams caught my attention.

"Are you going to scream if I remove the gag?" I 
asked Mom.

She shook her head vigorously. She had the look of 
one of the small animals that I trapped and banded 
during our studies.

I hesitated to remove the gag. I didn't want her 
screams to ruin my first real fuck. But she is my 
mother and she would be more comfortable if she 
could breath while I was screwing her.

My erect cock rested against her belly as I leaned 
forward to untie the scarf that held her panties 
in her mouth.

"Thank you, Jimmy," gasped Mom as I pulled the 
soggy panties from her mouth.

"You're welcome, Mom," I replied automatically as 
I got back between her legs.

"Jimmy, this is wrong. Why are you doing this to 
me?" pleaded Mom.

I had to think about that for a few seconds.

"Well, it's like this, Mom. I'm horny and don't 
want to be a virgin anymore. I was going to have 
sex with Cindy this year but you moved us up here. 
Now, I'm just tired of masturbating. When you were 
unconscious I felt your breasts and pussy and 
finally stuck my cock inside your cunt. It just 
feels so much better than jacking off."

"But, Jimmy," said Mom desperately, " I'm not on 
the pill. If you have sex with me, I could get 
pregnant. There won't be any doubt about paternity 
next year when a baby pops out."

"I thought about that, already. I'll pull out 
before I cum inside you."

"People who rely on that method of contraception 
are called parents, Jimmy. I can jack you off if 
you want. Just please don't rape me." Tears 
trickled down Mom's cheek.

I hesitated again. I really didn't want Mom to get 
pregnant but I really wanted to know what it felt 
like to fuck a woman. I made up my mind.

"I'll pull out in time, Mom. I just want to see 
what it feels like." I nestled my cock between her 
pussy lips. She was already dry.

"Wait!" screamed Mom. "I have some condoms! Please 
use one, Jimmy!"

I stopped the head of my cock into her dry cunt. I 
didn't know Mom had condoms here. I guess I could 
use one of them. I reluctantly pulled back.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"In my dresser. Bottom drawer, at the back. 
They're inside a box of tampons, under my 
sweaters." Mom voice had lost some of its 
edginess.

I got off the bed and opened the bottom drawer. I 
knew that box of tampons was there. Besides being 
bright, I am also a bit of a snoop. When I had 
first found the tampons I had taken one to see 
what it was like. I hadn't looked any further than 
that first layer.

I found the box and brought it to the bed. I 
dumped the box on the blanket and sure enough a 
bunch of condoms fell on the bed with them. There 
was plastic strip of a dozen condom packs.

I put the tampons back in the box and tore a 
single pack from the strip. After opening the pack 
I looked at the condom. I hadn't put one on before 
but I had read some descriptions of how it was 
supposed to be done. This brand was lubricated and 
had a reservoir tip so I didn't even have to leave 
a little space on the end for the cum.

Once more I got between Mom's legs.

"Please don't do this, Jimmy," Mom whispered

"I have to do it, Mom," I said simply. I shoved my 
cock into her. It didn't feel quite the same but 
it still felt good.

Mom turned her face to the wall. She lay 
motionless as I slowly fucked her. It felt 
glorious.

Of course it didn't take long to cum. It still 
felt a thousand times better than when I 
masturbated. I fell onto Mom's chest when the 
spasms of my orgasm subsided. I suckled one of 
Mom's breasts as I recovered.

"Please get off of me, Jimmy," said Mom dully. 
"Your penis is deflating and the condom might leak 
if you don't pull out now."

She sounded like she was discussing a particularly 
boring subject at an even duller meeting.

I pulled my cock out of her cunt and lay beside 
her. I resumed sucking one breast as I played with 
the other.

"Are you going to untie me now?" asked Mom 
lifelessly. She still didn't look at me.

"Are you going to get violent?"

"No, Jimmy. I forgive you. I want to hate you for 
raping me but I can't right now. I can't feel 
anything right now."

I sat up and looked down at Mom. A tear oozed out 
of the corner of one eye and fell on her pillow.

With my lust dissipated, there was room in my 
brain for rational thought and shame. What had I 
done? How could I have done that to my mother? My 
eyes filled with tears.

I struggled with the knots. Tears were streaming 
from my eyes making it difficult to see what I was 
doing. My tears fell on Mom and on the bed as I 
loosened first one hand and then the other. Mom 
did not react at all except to bring her hands 
down to her sides.

I got off the bed and untied her feet.

I leaned over the bed to kiss Mom's cheek. "I'm 
sorry, Mom." I said as my throat tightened.

I stumbled out to my bed and curled up in my 
covers. My pillow was soon soaked in tears. 

I heard Mom's quiet footsteps come in the main 
room. I couldn't even look at her. I felt a little 
sting in my buttock just before I fell asleep.

.

I don't know how long I was asleep. I was dreaming 
about fucking Mom again. But someone was shaking 
my shoulder and telling me I was done. I tried to 
say I hadn't cum yet but when I opened my mouth 
the words wouldn't come out. The shaking grew more 
insistent. I tried to brush away the hand that was 
shaking me, but my hand couldn't move.

"Wake up, Jimmy."

Mom was talking to me. I looked down at the woman 
I was fucking. It was Mom. Her face was turned to 
the wall, but the voice was definitely coming from 
my right side. I turned to face the person 
speaking to me. I woke up.

It was Mom. She had one hand on my shoulder and 
was shaking me awake. I was lying on my stomach on 
her bed. I never slept on my stomach. I never 
slept in her bed. I tried to brush her hand away 
but found that my wrist was tangled in something 
and couldn't move more that a couple inches. My 
other wrist was also tangled in something.

"Good, you're awake now," Mom said. Her voice was 
no longer dull. There was an edge in it that made 
me shiver.

"I want you to understand just what you did to me 
Jimmy," continued Mom in that same steely tone.

Mom stood up and stepped back so I could see her. 
She was still naked. She held something in the 
hand that she thrust just inches from my eyes. My 
eyes focused on the object. It was a realistic 
looking erect penis. The size was much larger than 
any I had ever seen before. My stomach knotted up 
fast.

My hands and feet were securely tied to the 
bedposts. Mom was wielding a large dildo. She was 
going to demonstrate to me just how I had made her 
feel when I raped her. I struggled to pull myself 
free from my bonds.

"Please don't do this, Mom. I understand what I 
did was wrong. I don't want to be raped."

"Nobody wants to be raped, Jimmy. I begged you not 
to rape me. Did it do any good? Did you even hear 
me when I pleaded with you?"

I couldn't answer anything but "No."

I felt the dildo work its way between my butt 
cheeks. I couldn't help but squeeze my ass tight.

"Relax your ass, Jimmy. It'll hurt less if you 
do."

The pressure never let up. The tip of the dildo 
entered my ass hole.

"Ouch! Mom, stop please. That hurts!"

"Yet it does, baby. It hurts to have someone 
thrust a cock inside you when you don't want it. 
It hurts even more when that person is someone you 
love. Your father. Never mind. Let's get this over 
with."

Mom was bent over my body slowly invading my ass 
with the rubber dong. I could feel her nipples 
brush against my back occasionally as I struggled 
to free myself. The head of the dildo was 
completely inside my sphincter now. It hurt like 
hell. The dildo grew wider. I was sure that my 
asshole was going to tear open at any minute. A 
tear fell onto my butt cheek. I turned my face to 
the wall and silently cried.

Mom continued to fuck my ass with the dildo for a 
few more minutes. Her tears fell in a steady rain 
on my butt. At last she was done. I sighed with 
relief as she withdrew the dildo and threw it 
across the room.

She untied my feet and hands and lay down beside 
me on the bed. She hugged me to her nude body. I 
didn't feel any arousal this time.

"I forgive you for what you did, Jimmy. Can you 
find it in your heart to forgive me?" Mom sobbed.

My anger and humiliation dissolved in our mutual 
tears.

We continued to hold each other until we fell 
asleep.

.

I woke up with a morning hard on pressed against 
Mom's ass. It felt good to rub my hard cock 
against her soft butt. I was barely aware of what 
I was doing when I started humping myself against 
her thigh.

She turned to face me. I realized what I had been 
doing and panic flooded my mind.

"Don't stop, honey," Mom said as she hugged me. 
"Just grab a condom if you want to fuck though."

Now I was more confused than panicky. All I could 
manage was an idiotic sounding "What?"

"Honey, I don't mind you fucking me, but I do mind 
your doing it without making sure that I want it 
also."

My mind absorbed what she had just said. "You mean 
you're willing to have sex with me?" I asked 
incredulously. "Why didn't you say so last night? 
If you had said something I would have untied 
you."

"You were already fucking me without my consent 
when I came to. I begged you not to rape me. If 
you had stopped at that point, I would have told 
you how I felt. I wanted to know if you were 
really capable of raping your mother. I was very 
disappointed to find out that you were."

Mom paused to let me absorb all that.

"If I didn't love you and want you so much, Jimmy, 
You would be out in that blizzard freezing your 
little cock off by now. Now grab a condom and fuck 
your Mama right."

I took her at her word. I reached over to get 
another condom.

"Let me put that on you, darling," said Mom as she 
took the packet from my fumbling fingers.

Mom ripped the package open with her teeth. She 
removed the rubber and placed it on her pillow.

Mom threw back the blankets to expose our naked 
bodies. She bent down to take my erect cock into 
her mouth. It only took a few stokes and sucks to 
get me rock hard. She rolled the condom down my 
shaft and impaled herself halfway onto my cock.

She was still dry and I could feel the walls of 
her cunt stick to the pre-lubricated rubber. She 
fucked herself slowly up and down my pole. Her 
lubrication finally began to flow and soon my cock 
was buried in her cult all the way to my balls.

Mom made love slowly. Both of us were soon lost in 
the sensations of mutual pleasure. Mom began to 
play with her clit as she rode me in and out, up 
and down. It seemed to go on for hours.

"Are you close to cumming, Jimmy?" asked Mom 
breathlessly.

"Yes," I croaked as I felt the urge to cum build 
up in my balls.

"Cum with me, then, sweetie. Momma's gonna cum 
right now, honey! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, God that 
feels good! Nnnngggg!"

Mom shuddered as she came. I bucked my hips trying 
to force my cock deeper into her cunt as I pumped 
stream after stream of cum into the condom.

Mom collapsed on top of me. I couldn't breathe as 
her weight forced all the air from my lungs. 
Finally mom rolled off of me and I sucked in a 
lungful of air. We lay in each other's arms in a 
sexually satiated daze for almost a half hour. 
Finally another aspect of nature called and Mom 
got out of bed to piss.

She pulled the chamber pot out from under the bed 
and looked at me. "Could you, uh, turn your head, 
Jeff?"

I smiled evilly. "I could. But I've never watched 
a woman piss before. I've already seen all the 
parts. How about showing me how they work?"

Mom stuck her tongue out at me. "You are a wicked 
boy."

She squatted over the pot and pissed. I watched 
for a second and then got the toilet paper that 
she kept in her nightstand. I handed it to her 
when she was done pissing.

When Mom was done wiping herself she dropped the 
wad of TP into the pot. 

I peeled off the used condom and dropped it into 
the pot before picking it up so that I could use 
it also.

Mom watched me piss. I stuck my tongue out at her. 
"You are a wicked woman," I said mimicking her 
voice.

Mom looked out the window. "It looks bad out 
there, Jimmy."

I joined her by the window. It was a whiteout. I 
couldn't even see the nearest trees ten feet away.

"We should call in before Jake starts to worry," 
said Mom.

I had forgotten all about the radio!

Mom saw the panic on my face.  "I called in last 
night while you were out," she said.  "I told Bert 
that I woke up and seemed fine and that you fell 
asleep.  I told him that I would call back in the 
morning. Then I signed off and turned off the 
radio."

I threw more wood on the fire while Mom contacted 
Jake. As soon as Jake heard from Mom he sent Bert 
off to get Doctor Bob. It took another thirty 
minutes to get through another remote control 
examination. Mom did her best not to giggle when 
Doctor Bob told me to unbutton Mom's shirt and 
listen to her heart and lungs. He told me not to 
be embarrassed.

Mom fondled her tits while I held the stethoscope 
over her heart and then over each lung. I licked a 
nipple as I finished up.

Doctor Bob had Mom go through more exercises to 
test her reflexes. He was finally satisfied that 
she was not concussed. "O.K. Doc," said Mom. "I'll 
call again this afternoon around five. We can run 
through all this again so you can finally believe 
that I'm all right. Over."

"Now, there's no need to get snippy, Beverly. I'm 
just doing my job. 'Bye."

Mom switched off the radio. "I'm hungry, Jeff. 
Let's eat."

I set the table while Mom cooked oatmeal and 
raisins.

We ate breakfast in the nude. Overnight all of our 
inhibitions seemed to have vanished. We were 
living in our own isolated world. Nobody was here 
to tell us that nudity or sex between us was 
wrong. There were no externally imposed limits on 
our behavior.

"Mom, I have a question," I said after we were 
done.

"So ask me."

"How did we get from raping each other last night 
to fucking each other this morning?"

"Well to be perfectly honest, Jimmy, I think we 
would have ended up fucking anyway. If you had 
finished opening your present yesterday neither of 
us would have been raped."

I stared at Mom. "I did open my present. All that 
was in there was a bunch of goddamn Disney DVDs."

"Are you sure?"

A few seconds ago, I had been sure. Now I wasn't.

I got the box and set it on the table. I took out 
the DVDs one at a time. The first half dozen were 
indeed Disney movies. They were all ones I had 
enjoyed in the past. Then the movies changed.

'Taboo', 'Taboo II', 'Hot Sorority Girls', 
'Father's Daughter', 'Licking Mom'.

When I was done I had a stack of twenty DVDs. All 
but six were hardcore porno. Most involved sex 
with a parent or sibling. At the bottom of the box 
was a portable DVD player.

"Thanks, Mom," I said as I choked up. I went over 
to hug her.

"You're welcome, honey. I also got a power 
converter so that you can run it off the windmill 
batteries."

"What made you get this?"

"This is a two room cabin, Jimmy. Neither of us 
has any secrets. I knew you were spying on me 
almost daily, trying to see me naked. I also know 
about the books and magazines that you brought 
along. The titles of the books were what really 
gave it away. 'What a Sucking Mother', and 
'Billy's Hot Mom'. I read both of them several 
times last summer. When I got to the really good 
parts, where the mother was fucking her son, I 
fucked myself with my dildo and fantasized about 
you. Where on earth did you find books that old?"

I blushed at the thought of Mom masturbating while 
reading my hidden stash. Then the thought made me 
horny. "My friend Dave got them from his Dad's 
stash," I said. "How did you manage to order the 
DVDs? Like you said, this whole county is a small 
town.

"That was the hard part. I wrote to my old 
roommate Sherry from back in college. We were dorm 
roommates for a couple years. Sherry was never shy 
about flaunting her body around me and she once 
seduced me into a brief lesbian affair."

That thought really made me horny. I wrapped my 
hand around my dick and slowly stroked myself. Mom 
quickly replaced my hand with hers.

"Anyway, during our affair she revealed that her 
whole family was engaged in incestuous sex. I 
wasn't sure I believed her at first but then her 
brother Bob came to visit her and I listened to 
them fuck almost constantly for three days 
straight. She even offered me a chance with him. 
He was a stud and his dick was huge. I do regret 
not taking her up on the offer."

Mom sounded a little wistful.

"So when I needed some porn with an incest theme, 
I thought of her. I wrote a discreet letter 
hinting at what I wanted. She wrote back a not so 
discreet letter asking if that was what I really 
wanted. I wrote back and included a check. The box 
arrived last August with all of our other 
supplies."

We were both silent for a minute.

"So, what are we going to do now, Mom? Do you want 
to keep having sex or do you want to go back to 
the way things were?"

"I want to continue having sex, of course. I was 
getting tired of using that dildo. And after 
having a real cock inside me this morning, I know 
I want the real thing."

"We only have ten condoms left," I said sadly.

"I do have other contraceptives. I got a 
prescription for the pill before we left Denver 
and I have twelve months worth of pills. I guess I 
had some hope of finding a lover up here. I never 
dreamed it would be you. I'll start taking them 
after my next period. There'll be a couple weeks 
where we wont be able to fuck. I guess we'll just 
have to make do with oral sex."

I thought about two weeks of eating pussy and 
getting blowjobs. It was a sacrifice, but I could 
do it.

"Maybe we should practice that oral sex stuff now 
so when the time comes, so will we."

"I like the way you think, Jimmy."

An hour later we were lying on the bed exhausted. 
Mom was licking her pussy juice from my face. I 
could taste cum in her mouth as we French kissed. 
Winter up here wouldn't be too bad, I thought to 
myself.

"Let's watch one of those movies, lover. I want to 
see what I paid for," said Mom pleasantly.

I got the converter and the DVD player set up. The 
cord barely reached to the bed. We solved that 
problem by moving the bed closer to the door.

I put in a DVD titled 'Licking Mom'. We watched in 
silence for a while. There really wasn't much of a 
plot but the sex scenes were hot. The male lead 
may or may not have been related to the woman but 
he was definitely well hung. The female lead was 
too young to have a son as old as the male lead. I 
decided that you really can't spend any time 
analyzing porn or it begins to lose its appeal.

Mom got out of bed halfway through the movie. I 
listened to her pee again. She handed me a large 
manila envelope."

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a birthday card from Sherry," said Mom. She 
said for you to open it after we had sex."

The envelope contained a large picture of a woman 
and man and three girls of differing ages.

All of them were stark naked. The man looked like 
he was in great shape. He was lean and well 
muscled but did not have the bulging muscles of a 
body builder. The woman was also in good shape 
with large breasts and a shaved pussy. The two 
older looking girls had smaller breasts and pubic 
hair. The youngest girl wasn't old enough to have 
breasts or pubic hair.

The picture was signed 'Happy Birthday, Jimmy from 
Sherry, Bob, Heather, Joy, and Susi.'

I wouldn't mind fucking any of the women in the 
picture.

"There's one more thing I forgot to tell you, 
Jimmy. Sherry will be coming up for a visit in 
June. She's anxious to meet you."

"And I'm anxious to meet her," I said 
enthusiastically.

"She's bringing the girls, too and she wants you 
to show them a good time."

"Do you mean she wants me to have sex with her 
daughters?" I asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't say that she wants you to have sex 
with the girls. She does want to have sex with you 
at least once. If you and the girls want to fuck 
that's up to you kids. I for one intend to have 
sex with Sherry, so I expect you will make 
mutually agreeable sleeping arrangements with her 
girls."

Mom thought for a minute. "Sherry also said that 
Heather can eat pussy better than anybody else 
she's met. So I expect I'll have sex with her, 
too. Will you be jealous?"

"I'll do my best to control it."

I looked at the picture again. It was going to be 
an interesting winter. And from the looks of these 
women, it was going to an even more interesting 
summer.



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