Mom/Son Stories: The Collection

At that point, nothing surprised me anymore- but I did feel an arousing sensation like I've never felt before in my life.

"So what now?" I asked. "It's obvious where you're headed with this and it seems like you've already made up your mind. You want me to...you know..."

"I've never come across anything as enthralling or as captivating than seeing a mother and son being in love. You two would be perfect for each other. She secretly fantasizes about you, and I know that you secretly fantasize about her. All of us leave happy, including myself, since I expect a particularly naughty show sometime soon."

"Well, you might have to wait a while to see that, because I know that my mother isn't going to just spread her legs open for me so easily the way you're implying she would. We all have our fantasies, but that doesn't mean we just act on them."

Isabelle flashed a naughty grin. "You don't have to worry about that. I pushed the rights buttons last night, and if everything goes according to plan, she'll be aroused all day thinking of you. Like I said, you're her favorite fantasy."

I paused for a moment, thinking how all of this may soon become a reality.

"Just like that huh?" I asked seriously. "How do you know that this is what I want, or that this would be right for us? Incest isn't exactly a common practice in today's world you know."

"I'm a genie. It's my job to know what people want. Besides, the forbidden aspect of a mother and son making hot passionate love to each other is exactly why this is perfect for the both of you. She's sexually pent up and needs a strong release. And you're a warm blooded male who's great at sex and wants to screw his own mom. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

"To where? I thought genies spent all their time fulfilling wishes and lounging around all day."

"That's mostly true," she smiled. "But all this talk of incestuous sex has gotten me fired up and I need to go take care of it. Now do me a favor and put this back in your mother's room for me."

Isabelle stood up and undid the robe to reveal her naked body. She playfully tossed my mother's silk robe over my head, and when I pulled it off, she had vanished.

***

That evening was a typical Friday for me and my mother, which meant that we sat on the living room couch together after dinner and watched a movie. That usually meant that we sat quietly next to each other and then would discuss what we saw afterwards. This time though, all I could think about was my mother sitting so close to me. I thought about if what Isabelle said was actually true, that she secretly fantasized about me. More importantly, I thought about what it would be like to actually have sex with my own mother, especially seeing her in shorts where her legs and feet were on full display.

"Did you like it?" mom asked as the movie credits rolled.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"The film. What else do you think I meant? Did you like the movie?"

I nodded and gave a generic answer. "Not bad. The plot seemed kind of contrived and the acting and directing seemed a bit pretentious for my liking. Besides that it was okay."

"You could have just said it was boring," she said with a smile. "It's okay if you don't like my taste in movies. I promise we'll watch something with action or horror next week as opposed to the usual artsy stuff that I force you to watch with me."

"Thanks. But this movie wasn't all bad though. It had a few good moments which were kind of interesting."

She continued smiling. "A few good moments huh? Like what, those sex scenes?"

"Yeah...well what can I say? The lead actress is really hot, and so was that other chick who got completely naked."

She raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't mind that those women are around my age? I've always thought that handsome young men like yourself only have an eye for younger ladies; except of course for guys who are looking for that novelty 'milf' for bragging rights."

"Actually, you'd be surprised by how many young guys my age have a thing for older women. And I don't just mean for the 'novelty' aspect, I'm saying that they'd kick cheerleaders and models out of the way to get to a business woman in her mid-40's."

"That's fascinating to know. And would you include yourself in that group?"

If I didn't know any better, it was as if my mother resisted the urge to lick her lips as I saw her jaw and mouth move slightly.

"I'm not ashamed to say it, but yeah," I replied confidently. "Some of the best sexual experiences I've ever had in my life have been with older ladies- if you don't mind me being so blunt."

"Well there's something new I've learned about you today. And I don't mind you talking like that. It's hard for me to believe but you're an adult already. You've grown so fast."

I took a deep breath. "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

"Anything," she replied attentively.

"What do you look for in a guy?" I asked, trying my best to find out if Isabelle's incestuous assertion was true.

Mom gave me a skeptical look at first. "Well, if you're that interested, I'm attracted to guys who are smart, charming, witty, and being handsome is a nice plus- basically all the generic stuff that women usually look for."

"And that's all? You seem a lot pickier than that with all of those successful guys throwing themselves at you, only to be turned away."

"There might be a few other criteria," she replied, maintaining her skepticism. "I'm fed up with men not calling me back after they've had their 'fun' with me. I like a man who can provide me with security and assurance that he won't leave me after he gets his sexual needs met. I want a man who I know would never get bored of me, and who I would never get bored of. A relationship like that is very hard to find. I thought I had that with your father, but I guess that wasn't the case."

I reached out at patted her on the leg. "You're a really special woman mom. I've got a great feeling that you'll find someone soon."

"I certainly hope so. And if Ms. Patterson's recent predictions have any truth to them, I shouldn't have to wait that much longer."

With that said, my mother got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before we both said our 'goodnights' to each other. She was off to bed after a long tiresome week, and with my mind still in a frenzy, I used my Friday night to stay up late watching television.

***

It was past midnight when I finally headed up the stairs to go to my room. Just as I had reached the hallway, I heard the all to familiar sound of a woman moaning. And that moan was coming from my mom's bedroom. Given everything that had been going on recently, I wasn't as surprised as I normally should have been- but I was pretty surprised nonetheless.

"Shhh.....Can you guess what your mother is doing?"

I turned around to see the familiar sight of Isabelle and her naked body appearing out of nowhere.

"What the heck is going on?" I whispered.

She flashed a playful grin. "What's going on is your mother is in bed furiously pleasuring herself. I know what you're thinking, that this isn't like her to be so loud or so brazen. But I may have had something to do with that. I couldn't help it. You unknowingly sent her to bed with a female equivalent of a hard-on, and the poor woman needed to be satisfied..."

"So you did the same thing as last night and put her mind in sexual overdrive huh? Jeez, this is so bad. If she ever found that I had anything to do with this, she would never speak to me again."

"What's the matter? You don't think your mother deserves to have her needs met? Don't tell me you're a male chauvinist who believes that only men are allowed to have a healthy sexual appetite and women aren't?"

"Of course not...but..."

Isabelle stepped forward and squeezed the outside of my shorts to feel my growing erection.

"Oh my," she quipped. "You're saying one thing but your body is saying something else. Do you want to make love to her or not? Be honest."

"I...I..."

Never in my life had I ever been at such a loss for words as I struggled to speak. Actually taking the chance to fuck my own mother was a lot more difficult than simply fantasizing about it.

Isabelle put her finger over my lips. "It's okay. I understand how hard the first step can be in this situation. Maybe we should work our way up to that point instead. Until then, your mother is a sexual mess right now, and someone has to lend a hand. You can watch if you want to. I don't mind."

She patted me on the shoulder and smiled before walking towards my mother's bedroom. The door was slightly open and her lights were on. My heart raced at the sight of Isabelle's naked body pushing the door open with the sound of my mother moaning in the background.

After a minute of awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do, I couldn't take it anymore and walked towards the bedroom.

There they were; my mother was lying flat on her back and Isabelle was on top of her in the sixty-nine position, while they both performed oral sex on each other. There was no way that my mother could see me since the genie's legs and thighs were wrapped around her face, but I could see that her mouth was busy working on the vagina buried her face. Mom's legs were sprawled across the bed and I could see Isabelle working her mouth on her vagina also, along with using her fingers and a small vibrator.

The sex genie knew I was watching and took a break from pleasing my mother's vagina to look up at me and smile.

"Oh my god..." my mother moaned in a low and depraved voice. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything...just put your tongue back on my clit and let me cum Please..."

Isabelle winked at me and replied to my sexually depraved mother, "As you wish Margaret. But remember, you said you'll do anything for me."

Without missing a beat, the genie brought her mouth back to my mother's clit and continued working her sexual magic. Her tongue, fingers, and vibrator all worked together to give my mother a ferocious orgasm.

I watched in awe as my mother's legs went stiff and her toes curled. Her moans were muffled by the fact that Isabelle's vagina was still buried in her face, and I could see her legs and body start to shiver as the feeling of sexual bliss sent waves throughout her body.

When it was over, the genie stood up which gave me an intimate look at my mother's nude body while her eyes remained closed in her state of ecstasy. My mom looked soft and feminine, and her body reflected her middle age. Her vagina was glistening with fluids along with Isabelle's saliva. Her breasts were small with large pink nipples that were still erect.

Isabelle ran her fingers through my mother's hair and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You'll remember this as a wet dream tomorrow won't you?"

"Yes," she moaned back, still breathing heavily. "It was a nice dream. I'm so glad that I got to experience it."

"Good. You're such a hard working woman- you deserve this. You deserve having all of your fantasies come true. Now about that favor you owe me..."

"Anything..." mom panted.

Isabelle looked at me with a devious gleam in her eyes and bent down to whisper something in my mother's ear.

***

Early the next morning was a typical Saturday at our house. Instead of being dressed up in one of her expensive and classy outfits, mom was dressed in a simple robe with her hair down looking out at the view through our living room window. Weekends were the only time she could relax from her hectic workweek.

She seemed different this morning the way she just gazed through the window without saying anything to me. She looked as though she had an epiphany in some way. And she had the same afterglow of sexual satisfaction the way she had yesterday.

"Morning," I said. "You look refreshed this morning."

She smiled, "I feel refreshed. Would you mind sitting next to me for a moment?"

Her hand patted the spot on the couch right beside her.

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, sitting down.

"I have a sudden urge to tell you something personal, and I have no idea where it's coming from. It's something I'm ashamed of and I need to get it off my chest or else I know that I'll live to eventually regret it when I get old."

It didn't take more than a split second for me to figure out that this was the result of what Isabelle whispered in mom's ear last night. I knew what was coming, and all I could do was brace myself.

"You can tell me anything mom," I replied with as much bravery as I could muster. "And as weird as this sounds, I think I know what to expect. I also have something I want to tell you after."

She took a deep breath. "Fine. But first, I want you to promise me something; I want you to promise that if I tell you this, you won't think any less of me, and that it won't change our relationship in any way."

"Sure. Of course I promise mom. I'll never think less of you for anything."

"It's about last night," mom sighed. "When you asked me about what I looked for in a guy, I didn't exactly give you the full truth. There's no other way to say it, so I'll just get straight to the point; for the past few years, I've found myself comparing every guy I've dated to you. That's the issue that I've been having with men. They don't measure up to you. I love you, and more than just a maternal way."

The feeling in the room was indescribable. It felt as though an emotional atomic bomb had gone off and she looked as though she was ready for the worst rejection of her life.

She continued, "Well...say something. How does that make you feel? Was it what you expected? Did I cross the line?"

"It's exactly what I expected to hear," I replied. "And I have a huge confession to make of my own. When I helped Mrs. Patterson pack her stuff before she left, she gave me a small antique lamp as a gift for you. And as crazy and bizarre as this sounds, I rubbed it when you left for work the way she told me to, thinking it was a joke. I know this is going to sound crazy, but smoke started coming out of the nozzle and suddenly a real life..."

"A genie appeared?" she said with a wink.

"What...How...How did you know? You knew this entire time!?" I asked in disbelief.

"Not exactly. I was thinking all morning about what an emotional roller coaster I've been on these past few days, thinking dirty thoughts about you and a certain woman I've been having lewd fantasies about. Then I remembered a conversation I had with Mrs. Patterson years ago. I asked her how she met her husband, and she told me what I thought was a tall tale about how she was his brother, and how a naked genie brought them together. She said it with humor and I laughed it off as a joke. But it wasn't until this morning that I realized that she might not have been joking after all."

"So what now? Do you want me to tell you how I feel? Or do we just go back to the way things were and forget about all this?"

She leaned back against the chair and slightly parted her legs. "Tell me about what you saw last night and how you felt about it. We can start there and figure out where to go after."

I took a deep breath realizing where this was headed. "Well, I heard you moaning as I came up the stairs and your door was open. I didn't know how to react and Isabelle appeared. She was naked and wanted me to...you know...do stuff with you..."

"Her name is Isabelle? She's beautiful isn't she?"

My mother slid her hand down beneath her robe and on her crotch.

"She is," I replied.

"Then what? Did you do anything to me when Isabelle made me that vulnerable? Did you do anything to me that I don't know about?"

My heart began to race as the look in my mother's eyes changed. She went from being nervous to relaxed. And I could see the hand underneath her robe begin to move. She was clearly fingering herself in front of me while I was telling her what happened.

"I was too nervous to do anything. But Isabelle wasn't. I looked inside your bedroom later to find her on top of you. You two were pleasing each other orally."

"How did you react?" she asked in a depraved voice.

"I got hard," I admitted to her, causing her eyes to light up. "It was the first time I had ever seen you naked or aroused. It was like a dream come true. You were enthralled in the moment and you begged her to let you cum. You promised to do anything. And when she heard that, she let you cum. It was amazing to watch."

"And after? What happened afterwards?"

"I saw your fully naked body when she got up. She whispered something in your ear, I didn't know what it was, but it's obvious now that she told you to confess your feelings to me."

To my disappointment, mom pulled her hand out of her robe. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life touching myself like that in front of you. I'm sorry."

I reached over to grab her hand and I noticed that the tips of her fingers were wet. Without a word, I lifted her hand and guided it back to her crotch, and she slipped it back inside.

"Don't be sorry. Isabelle said that you knew that I've spied on you before. That should answer your question."

She smiled, "Okay. We'll give it another try. So where did we leave off?"

"I was just telling you about how Isabelle secretly made you promise to do something."

"Oh right. And what happened afterwards?"

In the corner of my eye, I saw my mother's hand getting back to work, rubbing herself. Her legs spread further and she became more comfortable masturbating in front of me.

"Afterwards, she tucked you in, but not before I had a final look at your naked body. I asked her what she told you, and she said to wait until morning- that I would love it. Isabelle told me to get some rest and planted a big kiss on my mouth. It felt great, and it felt even better once I realized that I was tasting your fluids. She patted my erection and told me to enjoy myself before she disappeared."

"And did you? What did you think about?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

"I thought about how good you looked naked. You're such a beautiful woman. And I thought about what it would be like to actually have sex with my own mother in real life."

It was at that point which my mother spread the lower half of her robe open to reveal her bare vagina to me up close. It was pink and moist, and it looked even better now than seeing it from across the room like I did yesterday.

"I wasn't planning on this," she said with complete sincerity. "I thought I would just confess and that would be it. It just so happened that I got out of the shower and got a cup of coffee, and then you came down the stairs early before I could get dressed."

My mother grabbed my hand and brought it to her vagina. She didn't need to say anything to let me know that she wanted me to finger her. And I did just that, feeling the wetness and warmth of her most intimate area.

"This is a lot better," I replied while keeping my fingers busy in my mother. "I've always wanted to do this. It's a dream come true. And I couldn't believe it when Isabelle told me that this is what you've wanted as well."

Mom smiled, "She did? Then she must have told what else I've wanted to do with you."

Her hand reached down and she began to massage my erection through my shorts as I continued fingering her.

"Isabelle told me about this as well," I replied, containing my excitement. "She told me about how you wanted to...you know...do other stuff with me..."

She squeezed my erection even tighter.

"Can you blame me? You're a handsome guy and I've heard that you've got quite the reputation in a certain department. But first, give your mother a kiss. I've waited far too long for this."

We both leaned in and pressed our lips against each other. Our hands tightened as our kiss became more intimate. I could feel her becoming wetter, and she could feel me becoming even more erect.