I love you mommy Pt. 01

When I found out mom was pregnant - and especially after the father of said child, my step-dad, promptly left I decided I should skip going to college but mom had been very insistent that I didn't. She refused to let me stay at home and take care of her and no matter how much I tried reasoning with her, in the end she got her will and I went off to college.

We kept contact, of course, talking almost daily over the phone and I came home and visited her as often as I could. Not just because I cared deeply about my mother but also because I was very excited about having a sibling even though the gap between us would be quite significant since I just turned 19. One night she called me with a tone in her voice that made my bones shiver. It was at the very end of her pregnancy, the expected birth was just weeks away, but she lost the baby and was, naturally, distraught. She bawled into the phone as she told me what happened and I stayed with her on the phone all night talking, and crying.

Ever since dad died just a couple of years after I was born mom had had a difficult life. Depression and the stress of raising a kid on her own had took a toll on her so naturally I was afraid this miscarriage would send her spiraling back down again. Being away felt horrible, that I couldn't be at home to make sure she was okay and help her through this difficult time made everything feel worse.

I knew mom wouldn't accept me dropping out of college but after a couple of months I managed to arrange a transfer to a college in my hometown and quickly moved back to be closer to her. The house was a mess and in honesty mom was pretty much a mess too which was perfectly understandable under the circumstances but it was obvious she needed someone to lean on. What worried me the most however was the change in her personality. She had always had a quite dominant and self certain personality which was now replaced with almost the complete opposite; it almost felt like she had given up.

Since she still was on sick leave, money was tight and me returning back home only made that tougher but I found a job I was able to do on weekends and late nights. I knew mom wouldn't accept me taking a job to help out so I didn't tell her at first and just started working and told her about the job when I was well into it and had used the first paycheck to buy groceries and pay some of the bills that were piling up. Mom protested profusely but the relief of having more money made her relent to letting her son help out economically albeit with a tangible look of sadness and shame on her face.

Studying in itself is a lot of work but the added stress of having a job, taking care of the house and my mom was exhausting at best and I had little time to myself. Thankfully mom quickly started feeling better as the stress of unpaid bills was eased but the grief of the loss of her child was of course always close to the surface.

My love life was affected by all this, my focus was never far away from my family which girls my age had little understanding for. No 'relationship' I had, had lasted for longer than a week or two and last night the latest in the line had texted me to say that it was either her or my family; my choice was simple and hence I was now single, again.

Even though we hadn't been very close it did affect me but I did my absolute best not to let it show, mom had enough to think about so I kept it all bottled up even though I always had been very open with my mother. Something about this last breakup did however tip the scales and as I woke up one, very, early morning I started crying and just could not stop.

I pushed my face deep into my pillow and tried to cry as silently as possible not to wake mom but I was quickly brought back to reality as I heard a gentle knock on the door and as I looked up mom stood there in her nightgown looking at me with a distraught look on her face. As she stood there I was, as I often am, struck by how incredibly beautiful my mom is. Her icelandic heritage meant she was tall, almost 6', which makes me feel quite short in comparison; something I blame my father's genes for. She has a voluptuous body with wide hips, thick thighs and a set of heavy breasts that made all my friends drool at her appearance. I knew that many of my friends thought about her when they masturbated and in truth I did often too but with a intense feeling of shame afterwards; she was my mother and one shouldn't think about their mother that way. Her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and genuine smile was the icing on the cake that was already oh so delicious.

"What happened baby?" she asked genuinely concerned and quickly made her way to my bed and sat down next to me and put her hand on my head and gently caressed it.

-"Nothing.. I just.. This girl I had been seeing.. it doesn't matter." I sobbed as mom kept lovingly pat my head. She never failed at making me feel better and I scooted over slightly to be closer to her.

"Baby. Listen. I really do appreciate you being home helping out but you can't forget about yourself, you are a very attractive young man and you shouldn't spend all your time with your old mother but instead be out, having fun and hooking up with cute girls!" mom said as she let her hand lovingly travel up and down my back; comforting me in a way no one else than her could.

-"Old? You look incredible, mom!" I said truthfully and before she could argue I continued with a sigh: "The girls my age are just so self centered. You are my family and you will always come first and no one seem to be able to accept that."

Mom smiled lovingly and after a short hesitation she scooted down on my bed and laid down next to me and put her arm around me and pulled me in close.

If anyone saw us they'd probably say it was inappropriate for a mom and her son being this intimate but we had always been close and besides; it was just us here so I didn't really care.

Her long hair spilling down over my face I inhaled her scent and scooted in even closer to her and felt her breasts poking against my side and a small whimper of pain left her soft lips.

"What's wrong mom? Did I hurt you?" I asked genuinely concerned.

-"Without going into too much detail," she started with a hint of embarrassment in her voice and continued: "my body doesn't seem to want to accept that I lost the baby and is still producing milk. It hurts when they are this full so I was just on my way to get the pump from the bathroom when I heard you."

My eyes were immediately drawn down to the cleavage in her thin white lacy nightgown that ended just in the middle of her juicy thighs. Her breasts looked like they were about to explode and I quickly pulled back a little even though I wanted to stay close to her.

"Im sorry mom, you want me to get it for you?" I said but mom quickly pulled me back in, pushing my face into her neck and pressed her breasts against my side and replied "No, let me - for once - take care of you."

We laid there, talking for a long while as I cried into her neck. I wanted to turn around the attention back to her but she wasn't having it. She kept patting my back as she comforted me in a way no one else than she could.

"I wish I could meet a woman like you!" I mumbled into her neck and she pulled back just enough to crawl in under the quilt next to me before she pulled me back into her warm embrace. Her breasts poking against me made her whimper so she scooted up a little to make it more comfortable but that put my face closer to her breasts.

"I'm sorry, this is just more comfortable." she said when she realised how close my face was to her chest and started to pull back but I quickly put my arm around her and stopped her from pulling back.

"Please.. Mom, can I just lay like this? Please?" I said and looked up at her with pleading eyes and continued: "it feels so good to be this close to you."

-"Of course baby, I was worried you'd feel like it was weird. I love having you this close!" mom said with her soft voice and that's when I felt her leaking nipples poking against me through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"You can be as close as you want." she whispered and with her hand on my shoulders she gently pushed me down even further, my head now resting directly against her chest I could feel the wetness from her leaking heavy breasts against my face.

"I know I have been very occupied with everything that happened and I hate how it has affected you, I promised myself I would never let you sacrifice yourself for me again but obviously I have. I'm so sorry for everything!" mom exclaimed with distinctive sadness and shame in her voice.

I opened my mouth to protest but she quickly pushed my face closer to her chest and hushed me.

I purred and felt to my horror how my cock started growing in my underwear. I quickly pushed my hips backwards so she wouldn't feel it but she put her hand on my ass and pulled me back in and said "Don't worry honey, I see it as a compliment." with a slight chuckle in her voice.

I took a deep breath to slowly turned my face towards her chest and with her hand still on my bottom I dug my face in between her warm heavy breasts and I purred as I inhaled her scent. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt me as I laid there with my face planted firmly between my mother's warm breasts and I sighed in relief.

"Some of my most loving memories I have of you are from you laying like this.. feeding." mom whispered and let her hand trace up my back towards my head and caressed the back of my head.

"Even my breasts remember it, sorry about the leaking." she chuckled as her breasts were leaking profusely against my chin.

"Don't say you are sorry.. I kinda like it, mom." I replied nervously and as I was met with silence I was afraid I had gone too far but just as I was about to pull back I felt her hand leave the back of my head and she placed it on the side of her cleavage and pulled the fabric to the side, letting one of her her now naked heavy breasts fall back down on my chin.

"As I said, you will always be my baby and if you want.. you'd be doing me a favour!" she said softly as she let her hand find its way back to the back of my head, gently caressing my hair.

"Are you hungry?" she asked and as I nodded she used her hand to tilt my face so my mouth was right in front of her small pink nipple. For a second I hesitated but as she pushed my head towards her I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt the taste of her sweet milk on her nipple.

Mom moaned softly as my lips connected with her breasts. I looked up at her, looking for reassurance, and as she smiled lovingly at me I slowly started to suckle on her nipple and the warm milk started to spill into my mouth and I greedily swallowed the first mouthful of it.

My eyes still looking up at her I moaned as gently suckled on her nipple.

"That's my good little boy." mom moaned, obviously enjoying the feeling of my lips and tongue against her nipple.

Reluctantly I pulled my head back to say "I love you mom." and as her nipple continued to spill milk I quickly licked up the milk that got on her breast before I continued to suckle on her nipple.

Her hand slowly traced down back to my ass and pushed my hips tighter against her, my rock hard cock throbbing against her leg she obviously didn't mind but rather seemed to enjoy it as she caressed my ass and kept me close to her. At first the milk had come in small portions but my body seemed to quickly remember how to feed on a breast and before long the milk was pouring into my mouth and I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her warm milk; for each mouthful I felt my worries wash away.

"From now on, I'm going to be better at taking care of you, baby. I promise I will be a better mommy for you and make sure you always feel taken care of!" mom said with a hint of sadness in her voice. I wanted to protest - to tell her she was the best mom in the world - but I understood what she meant and I didn't want to argue with her but rather just enjoy the intimate moment.

Looking up at her as I suckled on her nipple I felt her hand finding the waist of my underwear and slowly, almost tantalizingly slow, she started to pull my underwear down; letting my rock hard cock swing out against her legs and I nervously stepped out of my underwear.

"I think this one is almost empty now, are you still hungry baby?" she asked softly and I pulled my head backwards a little and nodded. Mom smiled down at me and slowly pushed me so I'd lay down flat on my back before she swung one of her legs over my body and climbed up on me.

I could feel the wetness and warmth radiating from her groin against my cock and I moaned softly as she sat up on me and slowly pulled her nightgown over her head and threw it on the floor. Her big soft breasts now fully in view over me I licked my lips and felt my cock grow even harder against her moist panties. It was by no means the first time I had felt the fabric of her panties against my cock but this time she was still wearing them and it almost made me lose control over myself as I moaned out loud as she softly grinded her groin against my cock.

"You are such a big boy now!" she moaned and slowly leaned down, pointing her other breast against my face and I opened my mouth greedily and took her nipple into my mouth and I immediately felt the warm milk squirt into my mouth, some spilling at the sides of my mouth and slowly running down my cheeks.

With her breast pressed against my face she awkwardly managed to step out of her panties one leg at the time while still sitting on her knees over me and tossed them away before she sat down again, her warm and wet pussy pressed firmly against my cock she slowly grinded her hips up and down my cock and moaned out loud as I swallowed her milk.

One of her hands slowly tracing down my chest she sat up a little and gently grabbed my cock and placed it against her pussy and then slowly sat down on it as she let out a loud moan of pleasure.

The warmth of her pussy wrapping around my cock felt incredible. Her insides gripping it tightly as the length of my cock slowly disappeared inside her. I had never really believed my friends when they described what it was like to have sex but now I knew they were right all along. It felt incredible - my cock almost painfully hard as mommy slowly started to ride my cock. Up and down in a decisive yet teasingly slow tempo.

"Mmmm, your cock feels incredible!" mom moaned and pressed her breast down harder against my face, almost smothering me with it, as she slowly increased the tempo. My hands on her soft thighs slowly traveled up towards her ass, I placed one hand on each cheek and squeezed them softly - remembering all those times I've dreamt about touching her generous cheeks.

Mom put her hands against the wall and moaned louder and louder. As her primal urges slowly started taking over she lifted her breasts off my face and moaned: "I'm sorry, you can finish your breakfast later - I want to be able to see your face while I fuck you, baby."

"I love you mommy!" I moaned in ecstasy and looked up at her and as I uttered those words I felt her pussy clamping harder around my cock; almost like it was milking me.

"I love you too baby!" mom panted and continued "I have always loved you and I always will, no matter what."

I could feel how she grew closer and closer to her orgasm and she sat up straight and put her hands on my chest, digging her nails painfully into my skin as her hips slammed up and down against mine. I whimpered in pain and pleasure and my hands traveled up her body and found her breasts and started squeezing them lovingly.

"Your pussy feels amazing mommy!" I panted and licked my lips as I saw her nipples leaking milk down her breasts and belly. For each time her groin slammed down against my hips I felt her body tensing up more and more, even with my tangible inexperience I knew she was just at the edge of cumming and I obediently laid there, letting her impale herself on my cock.

"I'm.. I'm.. I'm cumming, honey!" she moaned out loud and her body started shaking violently as she arched her body backwards and kept impaling herself in the same tempo throughout her violent orgasm.

As her orgasm finally died down she slowed down and smiled happily and said "God you have a incredible cock, baby - it's been so long since I got to feel a real cock!" with a hoarse voice but kept slowly riding up and down the length my cock.

Mom leaned down to her side and picked up her panties, looked at them for a long time - like she was considering something - and then looked back at me before she placed her damp panties against my nose and I inhaled deeply; feeling my cock throb inside her.

"Mommy knows you like smelling her panties." she smiled down lovingly and pressed her panties firmly against my face as she continued to slowly ride my cock up and down.

My face turned red in embarrassment; she was right - I resented myself for what my lust sometimes made me do but when I saw her panties in the hamper I could rarely stop myself from smelling them. I knew it was wrong and it was humiliating to have been caught doing it.

"I'm sorry, mommy." I moaned through her rich and musky smelling panties but she hushed me as her pussy slowly milked my cock.

"Don't worry honey, I understand." mom smiled lovingly and I felt my orgasm building inside me - I knew it was just a matter of time before I would explode inside her.

"Tell mommy what they smell like!" she said teasingly and I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with her scent.

-"They smell absolutely wonderful. Like heaven and it makes me so hard, mommy!" I moaned into her panties.

"Good boy, smell mommys dirty panties!" she moaned and grinded her panties against my nose. I felt myself getting pushed over the edge and I moaned "Moooommyy!" as rope after rope of cum started shooting into her warm pussy.

She kept riding me through my orgasm and finally collapsed down next to me as my balls were completely drained; panting and patting my head lovingly. I slowly scooted down to her breasts and closed my lips around her nipple and continued suckling as we both sighed in pleasure and comfort.

"Such a good boy." she said lovingly and patted my head gently and I slowly drifted back to sleep, still feeding on her breast.