And that's the way I remember it, just as I've told you. That was almost 20 years ago. Much has changed, and much has remained the same. Almost all the gang are married now, with wives and k**s of our own, mortgages, and all. I think we're happier than the average group of old high school buddies. We're still close, and have a rotating monthly get-together where we go to the home of the month, drink all the beer, and trash the place. Our Moms always join us, since really they were the core of the gang. Since we're all older now, Moms and Sons, there is a lot of light-hearted sexual banter tha… 続きを読む

With Dad home now, the opportunities for Mom and I to be together were limited. I visited her almost every day, and we would sit, drink coffee, and talk. Occasionally, she would sense my need and give me a quick blowjob in the den, but I knew she didn't like taking the risk. At least once each week, though, she would devise an excuse to come to my apartment and, after locking and bolting the doors, we would be free to do what we wanted. I expected my desire for her to cool after awhile. You know it always does, doesn't it? You're hot for a woman at first, can't get enough of her, and then aft… 続きを読む

Our month together passed quickly. Mom and I spent almost all our time together, except for her weekly book club meetings. At that, I drew the line. When we were out in public, we were **************, and nothing more. When in the house alone, we were lovers. We lived as man and wife. We snuggled together on the couch at night, watching movies or PBS programming, and drinking wine. I had been a busy boy in those times when she ran to the store and left me alone in the house or went to her book club. I had reached out to the gang and arranged a group video chat for the next Wednesday night wh… 続きを読む

I didn't go home on Sunday. I had a promise for Monday, and didn't see how anything I might do on Sunday with Mom could add anything; I could only mess it up. Monday couldn't come soon enough. Normally I would have slept in on Monday, since the semester was over and I had no classes. While others in my class had arranged internships, I had other plans for my summer and did not want to be burdened with work. Besides, I had my own kind of internship in mind. I was awake Monday morning at the crack of dawn. I knew Dad's flight was a morning one, so I shaved, twice, showered, got dressed, and hea… 続きを読む

The next two weeks raced by, without any chance for me to visit Mom again. We stayed in regular texting contact, though, and she understood the pressure I was under. At last the semester ended and, to my great surprise and joy I had finished in the top ten of the class. Me, in the top ten. I guess you can say I had been inspired to achieve, and you would be right. I had studied frantically so I could have free time on the weekends, and I was driven to excel so I could please Mom. Suddenly, pleasing Mom was in the forefront of every thing I did. I called the other Moms, Carol, Bridget, Aunt El… 続きを読む

The next two weeks were tough. We were nearing the end of the academic year, and every professor seemed to be competing in which one could pile more on us. I wanted to spend time with Mom, but I needed to do well academically this first year. I texted her regularly, explaining, and she understood. "Mom, I want to be there to get a good meal, but we're getting swamped and I'm struggling to keep up." What I was really saying was not "...to get a good meal," but rather, "...to get a good feel," and Mom seemed to understand without my saying it. "Honey, no matter what else is going on, your stud… 続きを読む

That's the way it went for the next several months. I was so stressed with studying that my extracurricular activities went to almost nil. I visited Mary a couple of times, and each time was breathtaking, but that was about it. I had a pattern of trying to make it to Mom's every couple of weekends, at least, for a delicious meal and even more delicious kisses. For over a month we hardly progressed beyond the furtive kisses when I arrived and when I left. About mid-semester I texted Mom on Saturday morning to elicit an invitation to supper, and she quickly responded. "About time," she texted.… 続きを読む

Now for Granny I was exhausted after an exciting couple of days taming my mother, and decided to just kick back in the pub, on my own. But, as the first pint went down, I went over the events, and a question popped in to my head. My mother had knuckled down to my dominance quite quickly, but I was sure that my father (now long departed) had not treated her like that. So: where had the subservience come from? This gave me pause; and after a few minutes I realised that the answer might lie with her mother - my mother-in-law - a woman well able to speak her mind and thus likely to spill the bea… 続きを読む

I left Mary with my brain whirling. There was something in all she had told me, if I could just put it together. When it hit me, when it all came together, I almost drove off the road. I pulled into the nearest strip mall parking lot and just sat there, trembling. I had it. I had the Grand Strategy, and it wasn't anything particularly clever or earth-shaking at all. I wanted to fuck Mom. Mom wanted me to love her. That was it. That was the Grand Strategy. While they might seem incompatible on the surface, the two goals were not at all incompatible. In fact, they were perfectly compatible if… 続きを読む

The new semester started like a marathon, with the crowded runners all trying to get a step ahead, and bumping and jostling. I said before that it was like putting your mouth on a firehose, and it was. We had hundreds of pages of reading a night, writing to do, and there was not a spare minute. Literally. Not a spare minute. I would fall asleep at night with a book in my hand or my fingers on the keyboard, and wake up in the morning to finish whatever it was I fell asleep with. I didn't have time for anything extra-curricular. I had called Carol, Bridget, Aunt Ellie, and Mary, dear Mary, to ex… 続きを読む

I was on a roll. Three for three. As I said, I was not looking at this as an ego thing, but I couldn't help feeling pretty cocky. I had been to visit Carol and Aunt Ellie a couple of times each, and every time was better than the previous. These were women who loved a good loving. Carol was especially fun, and would usually say something during our lovemaking that would crack me up. She was a fun fuck. Aunt Ellie was loving, too, but I have to admit that we had gone about as far as I thought we would. She wasn't into experimentation. I suspected that my times with Aunt Ellie would dwindle, but… 続きを読む

As I returned home I was still excited about the fact that I'd fucked my mother that morning, and ordered her to keep wearing the new see-through bra and her suspenders and stockings. The only concession I'd made was that she could change her very wet panties. She had adapted to my domination excellently over the last two days, obeying almost immediately every command I made aimed at exposing her body and doing exactly what I told her. Tonight I knew would prove once and for all that she was mine to do with as I chose. Entering the house I heard no sounds - where was she? I glanced into the k… 続きを読む

I had a lot to think about. Carol and Aunt Ellie had opened my eyes, expanded my horizons, and frankly, rattled my world. What was previously impossible and untouchable was possible and very touchable. Whether my ultimate goal, my burning desire, of making love to my Mother, Tammy, was possible was yet to be determined. I don't want you to think I was looking at this whole thing as an exercise in ego, or some guy trying to see how many notches he could get on his belt. I had kind of fallen into making love with Carol through a brash and impetuous move, and had gotten with Aunt Ellie in a litt… 続きを読む

So, Saturday morning dawned, and I was downstairs having my first coffee of the day when my mother came down. She looked warily at me as she came into the kitchen, and I smiled to myself: time to see if my domination of her was still in place. "Come here, mother". She shuffled towards me, a frightened mien on her. "Show me your tits". Mother stood for a second, then slowly, very slowly, undid her dressing gown and opened it. No nightdress, just her bare body. The plumptious tits were inviting so I fondled first the left one, and then the right. She looked down at the floor as I did this - a… 続きを読む

I thought a lot after spending the first night with Carol. I mean, Jeebus. This was a woman who was my friend's Mother, my Mother's friend, a woman who had watched me grow up, had mothered me as much as my own Mother, and I grabbed her tits in the parking lot and then she fucked my eyes out. How had that happened? Since my ultimate goal was my own Mom, maybe I could learn something from this. The first key, I figured, was to have some sort of ice breaker. With Carol it was easy. Yes, we had all tried to grab her ass when we were teen-agers, and that was a funny thing to talk about. But it also… 続きを読む

Last night I spanked my mother, and then sent her to bed. I'd stayed downstairs, and wanked till I came, all the while reliving that spanking of her chubby bum, with the tight-stretched panties. Today I had decided that this time I'd see if her spanking had made her more submissive - more agreeable to my demands. She arrived home a little late, and was surprised to see me already there. I guessed she was hoping I'd be late, or out for the evening. I started as I intended to go on. "Mother, come in here, please." Somewhat hesitantly she came into the front room. "What....what's up, Don?" an… 続きを読む

I got home feeling really horny - it had been a hard day, and my secretary must have had a row with her boyfriend for all the use she'd been. My first thought was to go upstairs and wank, but then I heard a noise from the back bedroom, and she came downstairs, smiling cheekily. "Hi, Don, you're home early. What's up?" Without waiting for an answer she passed me and headed into the dining room. I flipped my hand at her backside, but only just made contact; she laughed, tweaked up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her panties and stepped down into the kitchen. That glimpse, that tiny sight of… 続きを読む

When D woke up the following morning she knew that a new corner had been turned...but had she wanted it to be this way? The previous evening she had allowed her 19 year old son, Mark, to seduce her and they had ended up fucking on his bed after she had enjoyed a few drinks of champagne and changed into a seductive, sexy outfit. But what was worse, if she recalled correctly, was that she had been screaming encouragement to her well-built son as he slammed his wonderful cock deep into her eager body, and she had agreed, in the passion of the ecstatic moments, to obey anything that her son was l… 続きを読む

Mark, 19, and his Mom, D, had enjoyed an evening together the previous evening when they had visited a Pizza House and then returned home. Back at home Mark had persuaded his mom (by fair means and foul) to pose for some photographs in a sexy outfit, and this had got more and more dangerous from D's point of view, until she had finally called a halt when she was just down to her miniscule panties!! Although his Mom had then gone to bed, Mark was determined to continue to try and keep the pressure on her, and the following evening they were going to be on their own again, as D's husband (Mark'… 続きを読む

Over the last few months, Mark, a 19 year old college student and a player in the college baseball team, had become more and more excited by how he had become attracted to his sexy, shapely Mom, D. It had all started when a few of his baseball team-mates had started discussing his Mom during week-end games at the Diamond. (D often attended the games and it was on these occasions that the guys were able to admire and lust over the hot mother strolling around the pitch). They said she was an attractive woman, shapely and sexy and had even gone into more detail about what they would like to do t… 続きを読む