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This is my first effort in writing an erotic story. It is the first chapter in what I am calling The Adventures of John Law. Many more will follow. Many thanks to LexxRuthless for his help.

I would appreciate comments and feedback on this series. These are fictional accounts of fictional characters. Any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. This first chapter is listed in the incest/taboo topic and involves sex between a mother and son. In no way do I condone such activity. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.


My name is John Law. Seriously, that is my name which most people find funny because I am a former cop. Before becoming a cop, I spent 23 years in the Army. I grew up in the 50’s in Tucson, Arizona. My family was poor, but I didn’t realize it until I got into high school. My Dad fought in World War II. When he got home, he met and married my Mom. He took out a VA loan and bought a small 2-bedroom house.

My older brother had his own bedroom and I slept with my mom and dad until I was about 8 years old. I was so young that I barely recall it now. Eventually, we got a couch with a pull-out bed for the living room and that was where I slept until I was a teenager. After my brother joined the army and moved across the country, I got his bedroom.

Dad worked long hours at a plastic factory on the other side of town. He only had Sundays off. It seems incredible now, but our family couldn’t afford a car. Dad caught the bus to and from work every day. Back then there was no minimum wage. There also wasn’t overtime. Dad busted his ass at work, and I can appreciate it now. At the time, though, he constantly rode my ass and I hated him for it.

My mother was a waitress, and all that time spent on her feet really kept her body in great shape. She was 41 when I graduated high school. Back then we didn’t use the term “MILF” but if you saw her picture from back then, that’s probably what you would call her. She was very attractive, with slightly wavy auburn hair and green eyes. Her legs were long and shapely, and, unlike my father, she didn’t have a beer gut. Most of the time when she was at home, she wore a short, sheer nightgown. Mom never wore a bra around the house, and her generous breasts were easily visible through the thin material. At the time, I didn’t have any other women to compare her to. I just assumed all women had nice, big, firm tits like my mom. I saw her hairy bush and sexy round ass almost every day.

I played football and ran track in high school. Most of my friends were jocks who liked to work out after school. I lifted weights with them and by the time I was 18, I had really packed on the muscle. I was 5’11” and weighed 195 lbs., with very little body fat. The problem was, most of my friends were just as buff, so I didn’t think of myself as being in great shape. Dad didn’t make it any easier. He would sneer that lifting weights wasn’t “real work.”

I was socially awkward. I had the normal teenage self-consciousness which was compounded when I realized that my family was not as well off as my friends were. My best friend had a car, and he invited me to go on double dates, but it just wasn’t the same. I was also ashamed to take a girl home because of our small house, compared to the ones my friends lived in.

All of that added up to me not being sexually active with any girls all through high school. The closest I ever got was making out like crazy and feeling up a girl in the back seat of my friend’s car during one of our double dates. I did get that far with a handful of girls, but never as far as seeing their breasts or pussies. It was frustrating. Constantly seeing my mother parading around the house in those sexy little nightgowns didn’t help, either. Once I started getting boners, it was embarrassing that I was getting them from seeing my own mom. I was careful to hide it whenever I got hard around her. After my brother left, I could at least retreat to the privacy of my own room when that happened.

What made it worse was that as I got older, I became increasingly aware of just how attractive my mother was. Oh, there were a lot of cute girls in my high school. I would have happily had sex with lots of them if I wasn’t too embarrassed to ask them out. But my mother was a sexy woman. I kept finding myself staring whenever she bent over, fixating on her gorgeous, plump backside and the occasional glimpses of her pussy or asshole. That never failed to arouse me.

From then until the end of my senior year, I just felt hornier all the time. It didn’t make me any less awkward when I tried to talk to girls. After I graduated, I looked forward to enjoying one last summer before finding a job and starting work.

My mom was fine with that idea. “You should enjoy some time off, Johnny,” she said with a lovely smile. Dad…well that just confirmed for him what a “lazy little shit” I was.

That first weekend after graduation changed everything. Saturday morning my dad izmir escort bayan left the house a little before 6:00 am. My mom went to work around noon. During the past school year, she would usually wake me up around 7:00 am. It was the highlight of my day, waking up to find my mother standing next to my bed with a fresh cup of coffee for me—while still wearing a sheer shorty nightgown. She would lean over to carefully hand me the mug of hot coffee, giving me a marvelous show of her hanging breasts in the process. Afterwards, she would turn and leave my room. Usually I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Sometimes I would get to see even more.

That first Saturday morning of the summer, I awoke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and I could sense that my mom was standing by the bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at me—but not at my face. I realized I had my normal morning woody but unlike most mornings I was not covered by sheets or a blanket. At some point I had pushed my covers aside, and my dick was sticking straight up.

Now I’m not going to say I had a massive foot-long cock. I considered myself “normal” at about 7 ½ inches with a pretty good girth. It seemed to have my mother’s undivided attention, until she realized I was awake and looking at her. After an awkward moment, my mom said, “Well, it looks like my little boy has grown into a man right before my eyes.”

I should have been embarrassed and rushed to cover myself. After all, I had been careful to avoid letting her see my arousal all these years. But for some unknown reason, I didn’t care that she could see it. Instead I asked “Mom, why do you always come in my room with no panties or a bra?”

She blinked and thought about it for a second before answering. “Johnny, I’ve always dressed like this around the house. It never crossed my mind that it was a problem.”

It still wasn’t a problem in her mind. She didn’t bother to cover her breasts, and I could clearly see that her nipples were hard. I hadn’t bothered to cover myself, and her eyes followed the head of my cock as it rose and fell with my breathing. I may have gotten harder, knowing that she was looking at my dick. Emboldened, and knowing that she wasn’t looking at my face, I let my eyes wander over her body. I licked my lips as I stared at her dark bush.

There was something unreal about that moment. I found myself asking something I would never have dared.

“Mom,” I said softly. “I have never had this thing in a girl before. How would you like to teach me how it’s supposed to be done?”

She turned red and at first, I thought she was going to scream at me and tell me she was going to tell dad what I had suggested. Instead, she just sat down on the edge of the bed and said, “You mean to tell me you have never had sex before?”

I shook my head sadly. I explained to her that I never had the chance because I didn’t have a car to do it in, and I was too embarrassed to bring a girl to my room, so I just had to do without.

She said, “Johnny, I wish I could help you, but that would be so wrong. A mother is not supposed to do that with her son.”

“Well, it might be wrong,” I replied, “but I don’t think a mother is supposed to walk around in a nightie so sheer that her son can see her tits and her pussy either.”

That made her suck in a breath, and she finally looked down at her breasts. I continued.

“There’s nobody here but you and me, Mom. “No one has to know about it.” I licked my lips and looked into her eyes. “I would really like to know what I’m supposed to do with a girl before I meet one who I really like, and not be fumbling around when the opportunity comes up. Can’t you just help me out here mom?”

I was still as hard as a rock and I noticed she was still staring at it when I saw her lick her lips. She seemed to be in deep thought.

Finally, she sighed and said, “If your dad finds out about this, he will kill us both. You can never mention this to anyone, ever!”

She stood and set the coffee mug on my dresser, and then pulled her nightie over her head. I looked at her naked body, barely able to believe what was happening when she slid into bed next to me. I thought I was supposed to get on top of her and stick my dick in her pussy, but she put her hand on my chest and stopped me. She talked to me like an instructor.

“Johnny, a girl doesn’t want you to just have sex with her. She wants you to make love to her. She wants you to go slow and make sure she is getting as much pleasure as you are. Now, roll over on top of me but don’t put your weight on me. Instead, put your knees on the bed between my legs and rest your weight on your hands.”

Once I was there, she reached down and grabbed my dick. She moaned softly and rubbed it up and down between her moist pussy lips. It was the most fantastic feeling I had ever felt, and I thought I was going to shoot my load right then and there. I probably would have but I noticed she was squeezing escort izmir me pretty tight.

She said, “You want to rub your dick up and down to make sure she is wet and ready for you. If you just stick it in before she is wet, it will be uncomfortable for her and she will feel pain instead of pleasure. Can you feel me getting wet?”

Yes,” I replied. My voice sounded a little desperate coming out of my mouth, but she just smiled. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

As soon as she put my dick in her hot, wet pussy, I started pumping back and forth like a jackhammer. “Whoa!” she cried out, putting both hands on my chest. “Slow down son, you’re not in a race. Take nice slow strokes, in and out. If you go to fast, you will get yourself off, but you won’t please the girl. Remember, if you can please your partner, it will be good for both of you. If you go too fast and cum before she is ready, she will not want to have sex with you again.”

I nodded and slowly pulled my cock all the way out. I reached down and slid the head up and down the wet furrow between her pussy lips again, the way she had done it. This time, I watched her face when I did it. At first, she looked like she was going to ask me a question. Then she nodded and purred, “Oh, that’s nice, Johnny,” when I slid the head inside her. I concentrated on the feel of her pussy, savoring it as I slid my full length slowly in and out of her.

Her nipples stood out like hard pebbles, making my mouth water. I leaned down and sucked one of them into my mouth, and that earned me a moan from her mouth. Two thrusts later, she hissed, “Oh damn!” I felt her pussy get really wet and it squeezed down on my entire dick. At that point I let go of her nipple and looked at her face. She was gasping and wrapped her legs around me.

That’s what it looks like when a woman comes, I thought. When she finished coming and her pussy released me from that tight grip, I fucked her a little faster. It felt amazing and I knew I was going to come quickly like that. I pulled my lips off of her other nipple.

We fucked for about five minutes. I was in heaven. I never knew anything could feel so good. Sure, I masturbated, a lot, but it didn’t compare to what I was feeling now. I was surprised I didn’t come right away, but every time I felt I was going to come, she would somehow tighten her pussy muscles around my dick and tell me to wait.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked, Mom, can I come inside you?”

“Oh, God,” she gasped, and then I felt her coming again. I held my dick balls-deep in her pussy until she finished. She took a moment to catch her breath and looked up into my face. “I probably shouldn’t let you come in my pussy,” she finally said. She pushed her hips up at me, moaning softly as my cock throbbed inside her. “I am your mother, after all.”

It wasn’t until much later that I figured it out. Mom got turned on by the taboo. At the time, I was confused. I thought she did not want me to come inside her, since I was her son, and I struggled to hold back my orgasm as she writhed underneath me and forced my dick in and out of her soaking-wet pussy. Finally it was too much. Her legs were still wrapped around me and she was holding my head to her breast. I struggled to pull free.

“Mom, I’m going to come!” I cried out. She just wrapped her legs around me tighter, pulling my butt toward her.

“Yes!” she moaned deliriously when I shook and came.

I saw stars, I came so hard. It felt incredible to come inside a pussy—far better than I had expected. “Oh, shit!” I cried out. My body shook and I felt more cum shoot out of my dick than I had ever shot at one time before. “I’m sorry, Mom!” I cried out, “I couldn’t help it!” I was still coming as I got that out.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby,” she moaned. I was shocked to realize she was coming again.

I slumped onto her chest after the last stream of cum shot out of me. Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me. I was surprised to feel her softly kissing my neck. My dick was still inside her and I could feel aftershocks wrack my body. My sperm was still trickling out of me deep inside her pussy. Mom gave out a sexy little moan each time she felt that happen.

I finally caught my breath enough to whisper, “That was amazing, Mom. Thank you so much.”

“Mmm. Yes, it was amazing, Johnny. You fuck a girl like that, she’s definitely going to want some more.”

I drank the coffee she had brought in while she took a shower. She did not bother to hide her body after the shower, even though she knew I was looking at her. Instead, she smiled at me while she dried off and pulled her gown back on. We had our usual Saturday breakfast. Mom let me watch again when she changed clothes for work. She came out of her bedroom and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Remember,” she cautioned me. “You can’t tell anybody what we did today. Not ever!”

I nodded. “I won’t tell a soul,” I promised.

After she had gone to work, izmir escort I couldn’t think about anything else. Fucking her pussy had been a life-changing experience for me. I realized a few things as I sat there and re-lived it over and over in my mind.

First, the whole time we were having sex, she would whisper encouragement in my ear, things like, “That’s right baby, just like that.” She taught me to push all the way in, then pull all the way out until just the tip was in, then push all the way back in again. She told me to move my hips back and forth, side to side, so I was hitting all the nerve endings inside the pussy walls. She wasn’t just letting me fuck her, she was actually teaching me.

Second, even though she had let me cum in her pussy, she told me to be careful about coming inside the girl because I didn’t want to get someone pregnant. She encouraged the use of condoms but pointed out it felt much better to go “bareback”. When I asked what options I had, she said I could cum on her stomach or her tits, or sometimes a girl liked to take it in her mouth. She said I should always ask them where they wanted it.

Third, I realized that she had come twice when I called her “Mom.” That clued me in that she had enjoyed the taboo of fucking her own son. I had to wonder if she had been carrying that fantasy around for a while. Maybe she had gotten as turned on watching me as I had been watching her. I knew she had seen me come out of the shower in nothing but a towel many times over the years.

Forth, that last thing she had said replayed over and over in my mind. “You fuck a girl like that, she’s definitely going to want some more.” Had she been telling me she wanted more? I had been under the impression that this was a one-time thing, but maybe it wouldn’t be.

When she got home from work that night, she acted like nothing had happened. She ignored me when she changed into another of her shorty nightgowns. I did think her nipples were hard all evening, though. She still came in to wake me up for school every day with a cup of coffee and a smile, but she never gave me the impression that she wanted to do anything. On Thursday my morning woody was exposed again. She just smiled and said, “Nice,” before giving me my coffee and walking away.

It wasn’t until she woke me up the next Saturday morning that I knew there would be more. I moaned and opened my eyes. Mom was sitting naked in my bed, and she was slowly stroking my hard cock.

“Good morning, baby,” she murmured sweetly. “I thought of another thing I could teach you about pleasing a woman.”

“Okay!” I replied eagerly.

“Now, I need you to hold still for me,” she murmured.

I nodded and watched her as she leaned over and licked the head of my dick. Her tongue and lips felt hot and amazing as she kissed and licked her way down the shaft and back up. Mom looked up at my face when she took the head into her mouth. I had to groan, it felt so good. She pulled her mouth from me with a wet smack of her lips.

“You like that baby?” she asked with a naughty smile.

“Oh, Mom, that felt fantastic,” I moaned. My dick was throbbing, eager for more.

“Mmm,” she moaned, taking more of my dick into her mouth.

I couldn’t help it. I thrust into her amazing mouth. She pulled off of me immediately.

“Don’t do that,” she cautioned. “If you push into a girl’s throat, she may throw up, and that will ruin it for both of you.”

“Oh,” I said. That sounded really bad. I forced myself to hold perfectly still, but Mom could feel how tense I was.

“Just relax,” she said. “When a woman takes you in her mouth, she wants you to enjoy it. You are so stiff right now you’re making me feel nervous.” She licked my hard cock some more and rubbed my chest gently until I relaxed. “Make sure you warn me before you come,” she murmured. Then she started sucking my cock.

It was my first blowjob, and it felt incredible. I watched my mother bobbing her head up and down, watched my shaft sliding in and out of her lips. Watching was almost as intense as the way it felt, and that was amazing. After a couple minutes I felt that familiar churning in my balls.

“I’m getting close,” I warned her.

She pulled her mouth off of me and stroked my wet dick slowly with her hand, keeping me close. “I’m going to let you come in my mouth,” she said. “Not all women like it. If you come in a woman’s mouth and she doesn’t want you to, that will probably be the last time she’ll do anything with you.”

I nodded to let her know that I understood, and she moaned as she took me back in her mouth. Then it was my turn to moan as she sucked me right over the edge. I had enough presence of mind to test my theory that she was turned on by the taboo.

“Oh, Mom,” I groaned. “I can’t believe I’m coming in your mouth.”

Her eyes blazed at me as she gulped down my sperm. She really looked turned on. Hell, she just looked amazing and sexy as fuck with my dick in her mouth. Once again, I came a lot. She didn’t seem to mind. I just didn’t understand how that was going to help me please a woman.

“Mom, that was amazing,” I breathed as she finished swallowing my cum. “But how does that give you pleasure?”

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