Getting Back to Normal

The realization that I was currently spooning my mother was slow to penetrate my early morning daze. It wasn't until I heard her softly groan and move even closer to me that I realized what was going on. My heart was instantly in my throat constricting my breath as it began to pound. I realized quickly that I was rock hard, my boner straining against my shorts as it pushed violently against her thigh.

Closing my eyes I tried not to panic, hadn't I already fucked this over enough? The last thing I wanted was my mother freaking out after she woke up to my boner pressed against her. Gulping, I tried to distance myself from her, except I realized that my left arm was trapped, cursing softly, I spent the next few moments trying to disengage myself from our cuddling session, something that is much easier said than done. Especially when all you can think about is the fact that there is a woman right there who you had just seen naked the day before, and is in a very vulnerable position to get fucked.

When my Mother finally rolled over I actually sighed in relief, I was in serious need of some alone time. Getting up I made my way into my room, and began to attempt to masturbate, until I realized that the only thing I could think about was my mother. Which didn't end well, as pictures of her pussy flashed by my face, I couldn't help but see her cradled on the floor crying. Which I won't lie killed my boner really fast.

Eventually I gave up and got dressed. Leaving my room I also saw my mother getting up. She was cradling her head.

"You alright?" I asked, stopping by her door.

"Ugh, my head. How much did I drink last night?"

"No idea, Mom. You want an aspirin?"

"Would you James? I would really appreciate that."

"Sure. I'll be right back."

Going down stairs I went into the kitchen briefly glancing at the clock on the stove, it was almost 10:30. Opening the cupboard I grabbed the bottle of aspirin and went back up stairs. It didn't really feel like 10 30, but it didn't matter it was a Saturday so I had nowhere I needed to be today.

Going back to my mother's room, I could see that she was still lying in bed, trying not to move too much.

"Here you go I said." Realizing I hadn't grabbed any water a bit too late. But my mother just took the bottle dished out three aspirin and swallowed them dry.

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked, still not making any sudden movements.

"Yeah, just a little after ten. Why what's up?" I asked sitting on the foot of her bed watching her face. Even at her age there was no way anyone could call her ugly, sure there were some lines here and there, but I realized I really didn't have an ugly mother. My cock couldn't help but twitch at this realization. And with my cocks awakening came the inevitable rush of guilt, that was seeming like it would never go away.

"Ugh, I have to be at work for 11 30."

"Oh, you aren't going to call in sick?"

"Can't restaurant is doing a dinner thing and I have to be there."

"Ahh, well, sucks to be you then." I said shrugging, my lack of sympathy rather apparent.

"Yeah, you could say that. Anyway you need the bathroom?"

"Naa mom, it's all yours, I'm gonna go play some COD. Have fun at work."

"Thanks, I'll try." And with that I went to my room and my mother went to work.

The rest of the day was quiet I focused on keeping my mind occupied and did my best not to think about yesterday. Which for the most part was a complete and total failure. By the time my mother got home, I was a mess of raging hormones, guilt and a desire just to do something! Anything to make the guilt go away.

"James? Honey? Are you still awake?"

"Yeah Mom." I replied coming down the stairs. "It is only 9:30, you have a good day?"

"I have had worse, but my neck is killing me."

"Want a massage?" The words were out of my mouth before I had even realized I had said them. Other than looking a little bit surprised my mother was fine with that suggestion. Lying down on the couch she cradled her head in her arms and waited.

Massages were relatively normal thing, sometimes she would give me one after a soccer game or I would give her one, this particular massage started out normal. Until my hormones kicked in, I don't know how soon it was that I popped a boner but by the time I noticed I had one, it was way too late to conceal it.

I had been changing my position as my leg was starting to go numb when I felt my mother go stiff as a board. When I realize my dick was for all intents and purposed mashed up against the side of her ass, I swore.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. The only good thing is that I swore in my head. Had that been out loud I honestly have no idea how my mother would have reacted. As it was she laid there for a while and then then she spoke her voice was almost expressionless.

"James, why do you have a hard on?"

I won't lie I froze; this was totally unplanned and unexpected. I couldn't help but think why couldn't she just ignore it? They do in all the stories.

"I-I'm sorry?" Was my eventual and very weak reply.

"James. Why do you have a hard on?" she repeated mercilessly still not having moved from her face down position.

"I don't know. I'm sorry okay?" I said panicking now.

"James," My Mother repeated, her voice softening a little bit. "Please don't lie to me. Why do you have an erection?"

"I don't know alright? I just don't know."

"James ..."

"It's you okay. Are you happy? I am hard because of you. I can't help it. I can't help it, I just can't."

"James! Calm down and look at me! Much better. Now tell me again. Why do you have a boner?"

"I just did dammit. It's because of you, After yesterday..."

"That's enough." My mother snapped, interrupted me. "You're sure of this?" She asked a new intensity in her eyes.

"Of course I am sure!" Confusion and frustration replacing the panic I had just been feeling.

"You think that I'm beau..."

"Of course I do," I said interrupting her this time, starting to freak a little at her line of questioning. "God what's the point of this?"

Ignoring my question my mother stared intently at my face. Then nodding she got up and motioned for me to follow her. "Come on." She said making her way towards the stairs.

Puzzled and oddly excited, I didn't budge. "Why?"

"Because James," came the eventual reply. "We are not going to have sex on the couch."

And then my blood ran cold. Have sex? She couldn't be serious, she was my mo... the thought was stopped dead in its tracks when she looked at me. Without conscious thought I was following her up the stairs.

I was going to fuck my mother. My brain wasn't able to cope with this thought. What the fuck had happened to my life?

What the fuck was happening to my life? I was going to fuck my mother.

By the time I made it to her room, she was nearly naked, with only her shirt still on. Watching her take off her shirt, send me into over drive. My clothes were off almost instantly and my dick was at full strength. I was going to fuck my Mother I was going to fuck my Mother.

I was nearly in a daze as she got onto the bed. Face to the mattress, as in the air. Doggystyle. I was in a daze again ass I approached her looking at her pussy. There would be no foreplay it would seem. She was already quite wet.

It was just how I remembered it from yesterday: compacted, not a large sloppy vagina, it all looked to be a really dark red, with what looked to be specs of black lining the outside of it. Breathing heavily I quickly freed my penis and lined myself up with her vagina.

Her pussy was tight; offering a snug grip as I slowly penetrated her. Gripping her hips I moved slowly, more from the shock then from any desire to go slow and take pleasure from officially losing my virginity. Looking down at my mother's back, I could clearly see her spine as she pushed herself further into the bed, leveraging her hips further upwards, leaving herself totally open to my penetration.

Pulling out I could feel the suction from my mother's pussy, the slurping noise that accompanied the action felt obscene almost unwanted to my mind, so I quickly thrust back in causing her to moan. It was just like before, a deep throated moan that totally turned me on. I quickly found myself withdrawing and thrusting into my mother much faster than I had been before, driven by a desire to hear her moan.

Except, after the first few thrust my Mother quickly got into the rhythm of my thrusting and her moaning stopped, so without consciously thinking about it I took my hands off of her hips and ever so slowly buried myself within her as I leaned forward my hands working themselves under her torso, as my body began to cover her completely. Reaching her breast, I briefly pinched one of her nipples, before cupping both breast in my hands and began to thrust into her again. My body weight pushing her hips down with each thrust.

It didn't take long before the effort of keeping her hips in the air became too much for her and my mother dropped them down; resulting in me lying upon her back in a sort of reverse missionary position. The penetration was not as deep like this, but the feel of my mother's body against mine, as I slowly thrust into her, was electric.

Her heavy rhythmic breathing quickly turned into a steady groan as I continued to fuck her, moving in and out at a steady pace. Eventually, I tired of this position and without saying a word I leveraged myself back onto my knees waiting for my mother to roll over. Eventually she did when our eyes met I saw something I will never forget. My mother had no sort of reluctance upon her face, all that was there was a ravenous hunger in her eyes, a hunger that got my blood boiling within no time any desire to go slow was gone.

Taking her legs under her knees I quickly went about folding my Mother in half, as she guided my dick back into her pussy. What came next was like nothing I had ever imagined, out lips met as her hands wove themselves within my hair pulling my face down to hers. My cock sank all the way into her and we proceeded to mate like a couple of animals. Time quickly lost any meaning as I lost myself inside of her body. We had to stop kissing fairly quickly as all of our effort was quickly consumed by breathing and enjoying the sensations of our coupling.

She didn't stop moaning well into the night. I don't think I had ever had so much endurance before in my life, and I don't think I ever will again.

The morning after was a sort of bitter sweet experience. I had lost my virginity, yet nothing would ever go back to normal, a thought that scared me. Except I realized, that didn't necessarily mean it wouldn't get better, and the firm breast in my right hand definitely suggested a possibility for improvement.

Authors Note

Thank you for reading 'Getting Back to Normal'. As any Author putting their works out for public consumption, I sincerely hope you all enjoyed my little disaster of a story. Please feel free to contact me with your thoughts on this piece. Even if it is just to say that you enjoyed reading it.