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Saving Mom From Herself
by Long Boy Slim (stroker374@aol)

***

Son catches mom cheating and decides he needs to fuck 
her to quench her nymphomania to keep the family 
together. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, v, rom)

***

I was 15, horny as hell and to boot, my mom had figured 
out I was fucking our old neighbor, Mrs. Callaway.

So mom, being the nosy person she was, waited one 
evening and figured out just about when I would be 
fucking the woman. You see I would spend an hour or two 
over her house most evenings, chatting, I had told my 
mom. But her intuition figured it out. She had busted 
me with my dick in this 68-year-old woman and had 
embarrassed us both.

Mom slapped Mrs. Callaway and pushed me off of her. I 
felt like shit, standing there with a raging 10-inch, 
soaking wet dick, staring in my mom's face.

Mom didn't tell it. That was good. But Mrs. Callaway 
would see me come home in the evening and she'd quickly 
walk inside her house, not to return to her porch that 
evening.

It had been one week since the incident.

As I came in this evening from my friend Lisa's house, 
working on math assignments, I was overjoyed.

I saw Uncle Willie's Cadillac in the driveway. He was 
always good to me, being my dad's oldest brother. He 
had always told me, "Surprise me sometimes Chuck!"

I had a report card chocked full of A's. I knew Uncle 
Willie would give me $10 each for such performance.

I eased into the backdoor, report card in hand and big 
smile on my face and then walked to the Living Room, 
where I knew he and mom would be talking.

Whoa!! I was taken aback by the sight. Mom was on her 
knees at the edge of the sofa, sucking Uncle Willie's 
dick. She was naked and Uncle Willie had her huge tits 
in his hands, massaging them as mom gobbled on his 5 
inch, thick, black dick.

Uncle Willie had his head laid back, facing the 
ceiling. His eyes were closed and all I could hear from 
him was "uugh. Uugh. Suck that dick Linda. Suck that 
dick."

Now, he speeded up his assault on mom's mouth. He 
dropped one tit and grabbed her head with his right 
hand, pushing her up and down. He was cumming now. Mom 
let her left hand drop to her pussy and started to rub 
it, moaning as she worked his dick with her right hand, 
extracting all of his cum.

All of a sudden, Uncle Willie opened his eyes and 
stared at me, trying to stand up and cover himself.

"Chuck!" he yelled. Mom looked back with huge eyes, and 
jumped to her feet, calling my name.

"Uncle Willie, Mom!" I yelled back.

Mom had dropped cum over her huge tits when she called 
my name. She looked a mess, cum over her tits, down her 
chin and on the couch and carpet. She covered her bush 
with the left hand and her right arm gathered up her 
tits as she ran past me and out of the room. Uncle 
Willie turned his back to me and started pulling on the 
drawers that were gathered around his ankles, stumbling 
toward the couch and catching the arm of it for 
balance.

"Man, I'm going to tell daddy/ I'm going to tell my 
daddy Uncle Willie. He's your brother and you're 
fucking my mama?"

"Wait a minute Chuck!" Uncle Willie shouted. Mom had 
slammed the bathroom door and I could hear water 
running.

I guessed she was washing cum off her body.

I ran out the back door, through the back yard and to 
my friend, Mr. Johnson's house, two streets over.

"Hey Doc," Mr. Johnson called out. "What you smoking 
today?"

"I got a joint of red bud," I told him.

"Let's go in the house and fire that motherfucker up," 
Mr. Johnson said.

He was good for chatting with. Most folks left Mr. 
Johnson alone because they said he had gone crazy in 
Vietnam. But he and I talked about everything. He 
stayed to himself and he let me bring girls to fuck at 
his house – as long as I brought him a little weed 
every now and then.

Mr. Johnson was 62, used bad English and cussed a lot. 
He used "motherfucker" in every sentence.

We started smoking the joint and I said little because 
of what I had just seen. I was mature, but the scene 
kept playing in my mind.

"What's wrong Doc?" Mr. Johnson asked. "You seen it 
today, didn't you?"

"Saw what?" I replied.

You caught her didn't you? Your mama, you know?" Mr. 
Johnson asked.

I couldn't contain it. I told him what had happened.

I told him what had happened. Mr. Johnson now told me 
he knew it all along. He also told me about two other 
guys who were fucking my mom in my father's house while 
he worked. One was mom's Uncle Walter Thompson, a 60-
year-old guy who I never liked.

The other was Sonny Pete, a street corner hustler of 
about 35. I was outraged.

"I didn't want to tell you Doc because I felt like that 
wasn't my place. But now that you seen it with your own 
eyes, you got your mama and your uncle right where you 
want them," Mr. Johnson said. "Man, I know women. Your 
mama's probably got all kind of fuck toys hid in her 
room somewhere. She can't help it. She's hot natured 
and your daddy can't fuck her enough."

I went home. On the way I passed several friends at 
Fred's house playing basketball. They told me my mom 
and uncle had been looking for me the past two hours.

I walked in the house and they both started talking. 
Uncle Willie was the first.

"Chuck, baby what you saw was wrong. We got carried 
away," my uncle said.

My mom stood there with her head hanging down, teary-
eyed and really sad looking. I wanted to reach out and 
hug her, but I was too angry. I made my demands because 
I knew my dad would be home any minute.

"OK, I won't say nothing. But I want $100 a month from 
you Uncle Willie. And mama, I want to bring my 
girlfriends home to visit and you leave us here for a 
couple of hours and not say nothing about what I do," I 
blurted out.

They both agreed as Uncle Willie went into his pocket, 
fishing out the large wad of money he carried.

He gave me $150 today and hugged me, getting assurance 
that I would keep the secret.

Mom couldn't stare me in the face. I was about to run 
it in really good.

"I don't want y'all doing that no more. And Uncle 
Willie don't come over here unless my daddy's at home 
from now on," I said.

Uncle Willie agreed and he left, saying he had to go 
open his nightclub.

Mom stood there in the kitchen, wearing a blue pant 
suit with a white turtle neck sweater. She was staring 
at the floor, trying to explain herself and I stood off 
from her, listening.

"Mama, let me say this. I don't want you messing with 
Uncle Willie, your uncle or Sonny Pete no more," I 
said.

Mama's eyes widened as they jetted up and her jaw 
dropped in disbelief.

"I know all about them mama. I saw you with them, right 
there in the front room. You ought to be ashamed," I 
snapped at her.

She started crying something awful and came to embrace 
me in a hug. I pushed her away.

"Please Chuck. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I 
don't know. I know it was wrong, but please don't think 
bad of me," she pleaded, coming to hug me again.

I stepped away and went to my room. About that time dad 
pulled into the driveway.

They went to dinner because mama hadn't cooked. I told 
them to bring me back something because I had homework 
to finish.

As soon as they left, I got busy searching for the 
"fuck toys" Mr. Johnson said were in the house.

Bingo!, I found them on the top of the bathroom linen 
closet. There were two dildos, one white, about five 
inches long and thin. The other about seven inches long 
and slightly fatter. There were two sets of Ben-Wa 
balls, and two egg-shaped inserts with wires running to 
the handle. I checked them out and put them back as I 
had found them.

I then went to Lisa's house up the street. Her parents 
were gone out to dinner. So we fucked for a while. I 
came twice, she came three times and I went home. Mama 
and daddy were already in the bed. They had been 
fucking, which was a good thing.

As I got ready to bed down, dad came to my room across 
the hall from theirs and told me he'd be leaving the 
next evening, Friday, to attend a conference in Detroit 
for insurance agency owners.

He'd be back late Monday. Cool, I thought because on 
Saturdays, I usually leave home around three in the 
evening and return just before midnight.

Saturday rolled around and the day passed by as mama 
walked around the house with her short, yellow sun 
dress.

She was built. At 5'7'', she was really fine for a 34-
year-old woman. She had no fat and was athletically 
built. She had huge, sort of muscular things and long, 
hairy legs. All the girls loved her because she was so 
cute with that little button nose, the freckles and big 
tits that sat up high.

At 3 p.m., I went to pick up my girlfriend, Sarah. This 
was a routine. We'd go out to eat, catch a movie and 
hang out with the other students at the bowling alley, 
then return home. Oh, we also got time to fuck on 
Saturdays. My folks knew it would be late before they 
heard that white Dodge Charger pull into the driveway.

I told mama bye, I'd see her later.

I left. After dinner and midway through the movie, 
Sarah, who was on her period, started cramping really 
bad. She was hurting.

So we left. It was about 6:30 when we pulled into her 
driveway. Her parents were sitting on the porch sipping 
coffee. We chatted a while and I excused myself so 
Sarah could take her pain medicine and rest.

I figured I would sit in tonight. As I drove to the 
house, I saw Sonny Pete's car parked on the back street 
from my house. Now I knew why Mr. Johnson knew so much. 
Guys parked there and went through the back yard to see 
my mama.

I parked behind his car and straight away went through 
the back yard and eased my key into the lock.

I walked in the house and Al Green's "Simply Beautiful" 
was playing up really loud. I looked around and then 
headed to the living room. The door stood cracked. I 
was floored at what I saw.

Sonny Pete was between my mother's legs eating her 
pussy. He was sitting on the floor, the same place 
where mom sat when she sucked Uncle Willie's dick. She 
had her head back and her eyes closed, rubbing that 
bald spot on his head with her left hand. Her right 
hand was rubbing her left tit and tweaking her nipple 
as the large right tit lay cradled in the joint of her 
right arm.

The yellow sun dress was crumpled around her stomach. 
Her lavender panties lay on the floor beside Sonny.

Man, her pussy was hairy! How did a man get his dick 
into that thing without cutting the head?

I felt my dick stiffen. I had watched a couple of 
minutes and they didn't know I was there. I walked 
away, disgusted and angry.

Then I turned around and anger took over. I pushed the 
door open and they both jumped straight up. Before 
either could say a thing, I punched Sonny Pete in the 
mouth, knocking that 5'5'' bastard to the floor. I then 
started kicking the hell out of him.

Mama stared, trying to straighten her clothes as she 
tried to stand between us. In my rage, I pushed her to 
the couch from which she bounced and fell to the floor 
as I continued whipping Sonny's ass.

After a few select cuss words and more punches, I 
smelled a foul aroma. Sonny had shit his pants. I was 
satisfied with the blood that flowed from his mouth and 
the swelling of his face and eyes.

I had a momentary flashback to the day, four years ago, 
when my dad had caught mama kissing Sonny Pete in the 
front room when he came home unexpected. He had beat 
Sonny unmercifully. My sister, Michelle, who now was at 
college 1,000 miles away, and I had stopped him from 
killing this fool.

That day dad beat my mama so bad that we called our 
grandparents to stop him beating. Mom had two black 
eyes, a busted lip, bruises over her entire body and 
she looked like hell. It was four days before she could 
leave the house the beating was so severe. Dad had left 
home for three days out of anger and we were all sick 
after that. Later on, he apologized and we understood 
the anger.

Dad had flipped when he came home and caught Sonny in 
his house, trying to fuck his wife. No woman should 
invite another man into her husband's home. That's 
playing with death and it's stupid.

I escorted Sonny out of the back door. He could hardly 
walk. I had kicked him in the balls countless times and 
I could imagine how he felt.

There standing in my back yard was Mr. Johnson, his .45 
ACP in his hand.

"You alright Doc?" he asked.

"Yea, Mr. Johnson. I'm fine. I was taking this punk to 
his car," I replied.

Mr. Johnson looked at Sonny Pete and shook his head. He 
stood in Sonny's face and waved his pistol.

"Look crazy motherfucker. I don't get into your 
business. But you a damn fool sneaking into that man's 
house fooling with his wife. You lucky your crazy ass 
ain't dead. If I ever hear of you coming back to this 
place, I'm busting a cap in your ass, som-bitch," Mr. 
Johnson said. "Damn man. You done shit your pants. Oooh 
eeeh. You a stanky motherfucker man. Get your ass on to 
your car. And if you ever fool with Doc, I'm killing 
your ass."

Sonny begged Mr. Johnson and assured him he'd not come 
looking for revenge against me and he'd never fool with 
my mother again.

"I don't blame you. That boy done whipped your ass 
something bad man. You look like you're headed to the 
damn funeral home," Mr. Johnson said.

Sonny left. Mr. Johnson and I chatted briefly and he 
told me not to be too hard on my mother. He said try to 
be understanding because she let her need of sex 
override her common sense. I agreed I wouldn't.

"Remember, that's your mother. Yea. She made a couple 
dumb ass mistakes, but don't judge her. Don't be hard. 
She needs your support now. She don't need you throwing 
up in her face that she fucked up, She already knows it 
Chuck. And it's tearing her apart. Don't be hard on 
her," Mr. Johnson said.

When I got back in the house, mama was sitting on the 
kitchen floor crying and shaking. When she saw me she 
jumped up and started to try and hug me. I pushed her 
back and begged her not to touch me.

Mama's crying got more frantic and she sat in a chair 
at the kitchen table, crying and saying to herself, 
'what am I going to do. What am I going to do? What am 
I going to do?'

Mama was so upset she had forgotten to put on her 
panties. I stood near the stove, arms and legs crossed 
and just stared at her, taking in the sight of her full 
black pussy bush. I could see the pink lips standing 
open from the excitement Sonny had placed on her. She 
didn't even think about it. All she had her mind on was 
getting caught a second time, fucking up on my dad and 
getting caught.

Mom rose to her feet and tried to hug me. Again, I 
pushed her away and told her to leave me alone.

She cried even harder, turning her little light brown 
face red.

"Why won't you hug me Chuck? Why are you treating me 
like this she said, attempting again to hug me and 
having her approach rejected," she asked.

Mom then walked away, to the bar and grabbed a bottle 
of Wild Turkey. She had never been a drinker other than 
an occasional glass of wine. As she tried to pour a 
glass of whiskey, she trembled. What I noticed most was 
the silken sun dress had formed a crease and half her 
ass was exposed, showing me plenty as she leaned her 
head onto the bar, still crying with whiskey in one 
hand.

Sure, I looked at it and it looked good. But I was 
still plenty angry and I was tired from whipping her 
boyfriend's ass. I went to my room, closed the door and 
called my girlfriend. We talked awhile and then I took 
a nap. It must have been about 8 p.m. when I laid down. 
I snoozed lightly and around 10 p.m., was awakened by a 
flash of light peering into my room.

I didn't open my eyes. Instead, I glanced through half 
open eyes at my mother standing in the hallway, the 
door cracked about 2 inches and her staring inside. I 
wondered what was happening, if she was trying to sneak 
out to go fuck someone.

I continued to fake sleep and made out a motion of her 
right hand. It was rubbing her crotch.

As my senses came together, I understood. I had a hard 
on and was laying on my back with my hand inside my 
drawers. It was pushing the front of my Fruit of The 
Looms to the maximum.

I got a wicked notion. Still feigning sleep, I pulled 
my hand from my drawers, letting my dick slip out. It 
now was pointing toward my chest. It was a huge, raging 
10-inch hard on that I and the grown women I had 
fucked, really admired.

I brought my hand to my stomach and continued.

Now, with half of my dick in plain view, mama kneeled 
on the floor outside the room, still watching and 
rubbing her crotch.

Suddenly, I felt sorrow for her instead of anger. She 
was a plain and simple nymphomaniac. I maintained my 
stare through nearly closed eyes wondering why she was 
doing what she did.

I turned over, yawning and the door eased completely 
shut. I listened and heard her click the lock on her 
own door, just across the hall.

I rose from my bed wearing only drawers and a tee 
shirt. I eased my door open and listened at her door.

"Awww. Uuumph. Uuum. Ummm," I could hear her saying 
softly. I figured she was crying again. Being about 10 
p.m., I was prepared to call Julie and ask her could I 
come by and fuck her.

But then I reached down and turned the knob on mom's 
door. As I opened it, she lay there pretending as I 
had, to be asleep.

She had bathed and put on her long pink cotton 
nightgown. She was lying on her right side, with her 
left hand inside the gown, clutching her pussy. She was 
playing possum and couldn't remove her hand from her 
cunt because I had abruptly entered. I know what I 
listened to for several minutes outside her door 
moments earlier.

I had to be the man this evening. I was hard as a rock 
and my dick was trying to bust my drawers.

My courage was high.

"Mama. Are you asleep?" I asked, nudging her shoulder. 
She said nothing as she laid there, eyes closed. Her 
robe was open at the bottom, where her hand clutched 
her pussy. But remember, she couldn't move the hand 
because I had opened the door rapidly and she had to 
continue faking her sleep.

I then made up my mind, I needed to save her from 
herself.

I pulled off my drawers and that 10-inch slab sprung 
free, so hard that it slapped my belly like "pop."

I climbed into the bed, laid her flat on her back, all 
the while, mama not saying anything and still faking 
sleep.

I opened her robe, pushed her hand to the side and 
guided the head of my dick through the thick black mat 
of hair, plunging in as much as I could straight 
forward.

"Oooh. Chuck! What are you doing? You can't do this 
Chuck. I'm your mother baby," mama said. "Chuck, get 
up. Stop this right now! Let's talk about this honey! 
Are you crazy?"

"I'm saving you from yourself," I told her, as I 
positioned myself to ease more of my length into her.

Mom was breathing hard saying "Uuumph. Awwww, uumph."

Now she was throwing her pussy upwards, to meet my 
thrusts.

I locked into a kiss with her, sucking her sweet 
tongue, savoring the taste of the mint flavored 
toothpaste she had used earlier.

I could get no more than half of my dick into her. The 
remaining part felt like it would burst open if I 
couldn't get it seated. But she was dry beyond the 
first four inches or so.

I arose from the bed, withdrawing as mom, not sure of 
what I was doing started begging, "please Chuck. Don't 
stop. Don't stop baby."

I left the bed, cutting on the lights so I could take 
in all of her view. Then I l got back in the bed, 
laying my head between her legs, sticking my tongue 
into her pussy. The light pink colored lips which had 
been thin earlier in the day, were now dark red and 
thicker. They were engorged inside with blood from the 
slight fucking I had given her.

I found her clit and while licking deep inside her 
pussy and she moaned, bucked and called my name softly, 
I held two finger onto her vagina to give me clear 
access to her small little pink clit.

I sucked her clit and she took a deep breath, becoming 
more animated. "Aww damn Chuck. Aww damn baby. It's so 
good. It's so good baby. Oooh baby, my pussy feels 
sooooo good," she said.

Mom grabbed my head as I was eating her pussy, lapping 
from top to bottom, licking as far as I could inside 
her hole, and sucking and licking her clit altogether. 
She was in ecstasy as my hands tweaked her nipples and 
rubbed the huge tits.

Now mom used both hands to push the back of my head. 
She was holding me firm in her crotch, or pussy as I 
drank her juices and prepared her for my complete 
entry.

She screamed as she hit the first orgasm, yelling my 
name, telling me it was my pussy.

After confirming through the discharge of hot slightly 
salty juices that she had cummed, I climbed back on top 
of her, spreading her thighs with my knees and re-
entering her vagina.

The look in her eyes, the way she stared so intently 
into my eyes, I had only seen once. It was when I took 
my girlfriend's virginity. But it was entrancing.

We locked stares as I tried to balance my 6'4'' 200 
pound frame so I didn't place too much weight on her. I 
supported my weight with my hands until I had gotten 
almost halfway in. She grabbed me and pulled me close, 
So, I used my elbows now, trying to push all 10 inches 
into her.

"Take your time Chuck. Take your time baby. I can't 
take it all at once. But I'll get used to it," mom 
said.

As I enjoyed the fucking I remembered, everyone else 
she had been with had 5 or 6 inches. There was 4 inches 
of new pussy waiting for me and I didn't need to rush 
it.

After 15 minutes and her cumming twice more, I cummed, 
spraying gobs into her, making her flinch and go into 
the yelling of my name once more. We lay there, 
kissing, caressing and rubbing one another. She was in 
utter fulfillment, as was I.

I had laid her on the side, ready to enter her from the 
back. The phone rang. It was dad. She answered and they 
chatted a while. I pulled out and laid still.

Dad asked for me. Mom called loud as if she was calling 
to my room, holding her finger to her lips, urging me 
to be quiet. She got up from the bed, pulled me outside 
the room and whispered, "Don't act like anything is 
going on baby. And you're not telling your daddy what 
you saw today, are you? You're not telling on me?"

I said no. I got on the phone. We chatted and dad said 
he'd be home Monday night and would call from the 
airport when he arrived. Remember, cell phones didn't 
exist back then.

After he hung up, mom and I continued to fuck from the 
rear as I'm watching my dick disappear into the most 
lovely pussy I'd ever seen. She cummed, I cummed and we 
rested a few minutes, then got up and took a shower 
together and I fucked her from the back as we did so.

She cummed as did I again. But neither of us was 
satisfied. It was not quite midnight on Saturday night. 
We were hungry and decided after the shower we'd go to 
IHOP for breakfast, come back home and fuck more.

That way, we'd have strength to fuck the next morning 
before we had to get up.

On the way from IHOP, I had mom to pull off her panties 
and I finger fucked her all the way home, as that 
lavender skirt rode up her big, pretty thighs. She was 
more than wet when we walked through the door.

We hit the bed, fucked in all positions and about 3 
a.m., fell asleep. Next morning about 10 a.m., I could 
smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. But the pair of 
lips that surrounded my dick was the big stimulator.

Mom was sucking my dick without abandon. I had never 
cummed in a woman's mouth before. This morning was my 
first time and it was heavenly.

We went to the grocery store, came home and cooked and 
fucked. I fucked mom seven times that day. I didn't 
know I had so much energy.

We fucked like that every chance we got. At least five 
times a week we had hard fuck sessions like that. I 
either fucked mom or got blow jobs every day for the 
next two years.

And when I graduated high school, lucky for us, my 
scholarship was at the local university. So instead of 
staying on campus, I opted to stay at home, keeping the 
fire hot for my dad though he didn't know it.

By the way, I resumed my fucking of the widow Callaway. 
She's now 68 and has some of the best pussy I ever had.

Now, I'm 40, and have a family of my own. Mom and dad 
do their fair amount of traveling. Dad works 40 hours 
or less a week, thought he doesn't have to. And every 
so often mom feels the heat and she calls me up and I 
go by, or she comes to see me and I give her the king 
sized hotdog therapy. It's been a great thing too. You 
see, she hasn't had an affair on dad since we started. 
I'm confident that we chose the lesser evil over her 
being out of control and getting caught. This way we 
can keep the family together always.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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