Greg's Story

This is a fantasy story of Greg and his Mom, with a little life experience included.

All characters are 18 years and over.

One weekend just after my 18th birthday, Mom and I were home alone. My Dad worked long hours and often didn't get home for days at a time. This left Mom and I a lot of time to keep each other company. Because of these circumstances, I didn't like to leave Mom on her own too much; I hated for her to feel lonely.

Mom was 39 and although she was still in the average build range, she had a beautiful bustline, about 38D I think. She had shoulder length ash blonde hair and bright green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She stood about 5' 6" and had a fairly voluptuous lower body.

As I said before, I had just turned 18 and was fairly well built; standing at 5'11" with a well defined body and muscle tone from playing sports. I also had ash blonde hair maybe a little lighter than Mom's, from being outdoors a lot. I had the same green eyes as she did. In other words, I was my mother's son in every way - but one.

This particular weekend we were home together because a very bad storm had been forecast and I didn't want to leave Mom alone. Dad rang to say that where he was they had already begun to feel the effects of the storm and that he would not be home for 2-3 days as it was flooding.

Mom cooked dinner and then we watched TV for a while. Mom decided that she had better get the lanterns ready just in case we lost power. She distributed them around the house and then said she was going to bed.

I stayed watching TV for another half hour or so and then decided I would also go to bed.

After finished my evening ablutions, I climbed into bed. Within minutes, the wind built up and it started raining so hard, it sounded like a giant was walking on the roof. A few more moments and the thunder and lightning began. It seemed to go on forever.

While this was happening, I noticed my bedroom door open. It was Mom.

"Can I come in with you Greg?, that storm is frightening me so much."

"Come in then Mom, come and climb in beside me."

I didn't realize at the time that my Mom only had on a sheer baby-doll nightie and pants set. She slipped under the sheets with me and snuggled into my back.

"That feels better baby, I can hold onto you when the thunder sounds. Those bangs are so horrific, I don't think I have ever heard it so loud."

"That's cool Mom, just snuggle down and we will keep each other you company."

I lay there on my back chatting to her for about 15 minutes and then she leant over me and kissed me on the lips.

"That is for being such a wonderful son, Greg."

"Anytime Mom, you know I love you and wouldn't ever say no to you for anything you asked."

Mom lay there with her hand resting on my chest, and slowly began to rub my nipples and over my stomach. She kissed me again on the lips, but much harder this time and attempted to push her tongue into my mouth.

"Oh Mom, what .........? ."

"I am just thanking you for all you have done for me over the years darling. You have been a model son and I appreciate it so much."

"I would do anything for you Mom, and you know that."

We lay there for a few more minutes and Mom became restless. Her hand slowly worked its way down over my stomach towards my groin. I just lay there wondering what was going to happen next.

I had been out with a few girls and even though I wasn't a virgin, I still hadn't really enjoyed a good sexual encounter with any of them.

As Mom progressed to my groin, my prick started to grow. I am only about 7 inches long but about 3inches thick, and I think it is quite an acceptable piece of equipment.

Mom continued to play with my prick until it had reached it full length and width, and then threw the blankets off both of us and worked her way down kissing me as she went and then began to lick and suck the head of my prick.

"Oh Mom, that feels so good."

"Ssh babe, just lie back and let you Mom do the work. I have wanted to do this for a long time. I have missed the sexual side of marriage because your father is never here, and when he is, it is just a quickie because he is too tired. So please let me fulfill my fantasies with you, if only for this one night."

"Mom, I will look after you any way you want. You know I love you."

Mom then went to work on my cock with her sweet, soft mouth. Her lips felt like velvet as she sucked and licked my rigid pole and nibbled on my balls. This went on for about 10 minutes and I knew I wouldn't be able to take too much more before I let loose a load of cum.

"Mom, before we go any further, you must let me give you some pleasure too."

With this, I turned her over onto her back and slid down between her legs. I parted them wider, like a flower opening. I then lay there and saw that garden of Paradise that I had initially come from 18 years ago. She had a v-shape bush covering her mound, the same ash blonde as her hair. I started to tenderly examine the layers of my Mother's glorious cunt. I licked her labia lips until she squirmed under me, then caught her clit between my lips and teeth very gently and gradually brought her to an intense level. Although she kept begging me to let her cum, I kept teasing her for as long as I could. At last I realized that she wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. I then started to suck her clit harder and harder.

"Ooogh Greg, suck me darling, suck your Mommy's cunt and make me cum. I need it so badly."

I couldn't reply as I had a mouthful of her clit and cunt, and I worked my tongue into that Vale of Eden, all the while sucking her cunt.

"Oh, I'm going to cum, she cried."

"Cum for me Mom. Let me drink all that sweet fluid from you."

"Yes baby, get ready cause here I cum." With that she filled my mouth with the most divine nectar that I have ever tasted.

"Oh, my baby, that was so good. I have needed that for so long."

"Well Mom, any time you want that or anything else, just you come and see your Greg."

She laughed, and said, "I will, I will."

We lay together for a while longer. In the meantime, Mom had her hand back on my prick and of course, he started to grow again.

"You want some more Mom."

"I think you know what I want now darling."

Mom worked on my cock a little more until he was fully extended and ready for play. When I was as hard as a rock, she straddled her legs across my body and slowly inserted my cock into her wet and willing pussy. She sat there for a few seconds while she adjusted to the feel of my prick inside her, and then started to rock back and forth with her beautiful breasts hanging down close to my face. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently suckled on it while my fingers played with the other breast. I kept changing sides and Momma was really enjoying the attention that they were getting. All the time, I could feel my prick going up and down in her velvet pussy, trying to drew out all of my love juice.

"Greg baby, I am nearly ready to cum, she whispered, will you cum in me at the same time?"

"Oh Mother, I can't hold back too much longer either, I want to load you belly with my sperm and I want you to experience the best fuck of your life."

"Oh Greg, I'm cumming baby. I love you so much/"

"Yes Mom, and I love you just as much, and I always will."

After the two of us settled down and lay talking quietly. I turned to Mom and said, "Mom, I want this to continue happening, whenever we can, do you agree."

"I also want you to time your next few fucks with dad along with mine, because I want you to have my baby."

"Greg, if that is possible, I would love that too. I am sure I can organize sex with the two of you close enough that you Father wouldn't know that the baby wasn't his. As far as I am concerned, I want to work towards that goal too. That would be so wonderful to have another child. After all you are our only one up to now."

My Mom went on to have another child, a little girl who we called Charlene.

The relationship with my Mom and myself continued for 30 odd years, even after I had married. My wife knew of my relationship with my Mom but never doubted my love for her. We had two children of our own, a boy and a girl. My wife passed away at the age of 58 from cancer. My Mom also died of cancer at the age of 74 and I loved her until that day and still do.

I am left with the memories of two beautiful ladies who graced my life, and three wonderful children who are now grown and married and make my life happier with my grandchildren.