by Carl East
My Other Mother-The Full Story
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Chapter 1
At the age of twelve I was given up for adoption, as my mother had been sent to prison on drug related crimes. At the age of thirteen I was adopted, and to say that the first few years were disruptive would be an understatement. I found the transition a difficult one, and it took me a few years to accept my new parents.
Pauline (my adoptive mother) was a good woman, and I became very close with her. Her husband on the other hand was an idiot, who often thought with his dick rather than his heart. He was caught cheating on Pauline and now at the age of eighteen I was helping her through a very messy divorce. I did see my real mother from time to time, when I visited the prison.
I was happy where I was though, and made it clear to both my real mother and Pauline that I was where I wanted to be. Three months after her husband had left; Pauline was starting to get her act together. She’d been depressed for a while, and I’d tried to help as best I could. She couldn’t have kids of her own, hence the adoption, but she’d adopted at an early age and was only twenty six years old.
The thing is at eighteen you tend to notice things that you’d never considered in the past, I mean I’d always known that she was attractive, but I’d never realized just how much. It was the day she bought herself a new summer dress that I began to take note, because when she asked my opinion I told her she looked stunning. That dress clung to all the right places, and made her look gorgeous. It’s funny how the right clothes can bring that perception out of others.
She thanked me for my honesty, and I thought nothing of it after that. However, later that day we were talking and she brought up the fact that I’d never been with someone of the opposite sex.
“Why is that Stephen, I mean you’re a good looking young man. You should have them knocking down the door to see you, yet I’ve never seen you with a girl your own age before?”
“I guess I’m not ready, or the right girl hasn’t come along yet,” I replied.
“You do like girls, don’t you?” she said, taking me completely by surprise.
“Of course I do, I love women. It’s just that the only women I know are airheads, who wouldn’t know a good guy if they fell over him,” I replied.
“You say women, like you’re after someone who’s older than you?”
“Well, I do prefer older women. They have more experience; unfortunately the only decent older woman I know is unobtainable,” I said, thinking I’d said too much.
“Do I know her, I mean is it anyone on this block?” she replied.
“You know her very well, it’s you silly,” I said.
She laughed at that, but seemed to look me up and down in a strange way. I think I over stepped the bounds of propriety, and didn’t add any more to that conversation. After that chat things began to change, subtle things at first, like Pauline wearing tee shirts, which is something she never did. She always wore blouses, and I don’t think I ever saw her in jeans before.
I had to admit though; she looked good in these things. I even told her so, and added that I was surprised she’d never worn them earlier. I noticed after telling her these things that she really appreciated my honesty. I guess all women like to be complimented from time to time, and she was no different.
It was good to see her smiling again, and she was even talking about men in general. However, she kept doing things that shocked me, like the time she called me from upstairs to ask me to bring up the laundry basket. When I got to her room she was bent over sorting through some socks and underwear, and I could see her panties as she was only wearing a long tee shirt.
I couldn’t help but look, as she has an exceptional figure. I should’ve announced my presence, but for what ever reason I was glued to the spot. She had lovely long legs, and they looked as smooth as silk. It was her panties that had me spell bound though, they were just about covering her modesty but I could make out an indentation of her pussy as the panties clung to her tightly from bending over.
“Here you are mom,” I said, bringing myself out of the spell.
“Oh thanks Stephen, I just want these things on the floor taken down stairs and that’s it,” she said, pointing to the garments she was referring to.
I scooped them up and placed them into the basket, and only then did I notice I’d gotten hard while watching her bend over. I quickly hid my embarrassment behind the washing basket and turned to leave. On the way down the stairs I chided myself for being so stupid, I couldn’t possibly get involved with the woman I call my mom. Yet the more I thought about what I’d seen, the hornier I became.
I went out that day and didn’t come back for a couple of hours, and when I did she asked me where I’d been. I told her I needed to go for a walk, and that I was troubled about certain things. Of course she asked what thing?
“Oh just men stuff, stuff like that conversation we had the other day and the fact that I haven’t had a girlfriend yet,” I confessed.
“Oh that, well you’re still young and I’m sure the right one will come along sooner or later, they always do. Besides, I’m enjoying your company and a girlfriend would take that away from me,” she laughed.
I wanted to tell her that I thought she was the sexiest woman I’d ever known, but I kept that to myself. Two days later something else happened that made me feel hot. She was doing house work with a flimsy tee shirt on, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had the figure for it, but you could really tell that she wasn’t supported. It was like witnessing girls gone wild in my own home, and it wasn’t like her at all. In the end I told her to stop what she was doing, as I needed to talk with her.
She sat down opposite me, and listened intently.
“Mom, just lately I’ve been distracted by some of the things you’re choosing to wear, and it’s bothering me,” I said.
“I thought you said I looked good in these things?” she replied.
“Oh you do, that’s just it though, you’re turning me on and that’s not right is it?” I said.
She just smiled at that revelation and then stood up.
“So this turns you on does it?” she said, pointing out her tee shirt.
I could now see both nipples pointing outwards through her tee shirt, and knew that she was now aroused. “What is she doing?’ I thought, waiting for what she’d do next.
“So what would you think if I did this?” she said, suddenly pulling her tee shirt up and off.
I just sat there stuck for words, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her breasts, they really were beautiful orbs of womanly flesh. I could feel my cock springing into action, and I didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact.
“I can see by your reaction that this turns you on even more, and do you know what, I’m glad I’ve finally had the courage to show you what I’ve wanted for some time now. I know how strange all of this is, but by your reactions it’s something we both want,” she said, and then she started to remove her skirt.
I couldn’t deny that I had thought about Pauline in a sexual way on more than one occasion, but all of this took me unawares and I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I needn’t have worried though because she took the lead an
d as she discarded her skirt I realized that she only had her panties left. Without removing them she came over to where I was sitting and kneeled down between my legs, and then deliberately ran her hand over the impression of my cock over my pants.
She traced the whole thing with her hand and stroked it through my pants a few times before unzipping me and placing her hand inside. She then grasped hold of my hot cock and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was still having trouble believing any of this, but as she brought my hardened member out into the open, all of my doubts left me and I opened my eye and looked down.
“Wow Stephen I didn’t know you were built this well,” she said, stroking it softly and allowing the full length to travel through her closed hand.
The blood pumping into my manhood was making the head bulge out, and each time she rubbed the ridge I took in a breath of air. Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, and her hot lips touched the end of my cock. In my mind I was begging her to put it in, and when she did I could feel her tongue sliding along and around my cock until most of it was inside her mouth.
All thoughts of how wrong this was had left my mind, and only the sweet sensations of her mouth that now covered my manhood were left. She slowly began to fuck my cock with her mouth, allowing it to slide in as far as she could before pulling it out and then doing it all over again. I placed my hands on the back of her head gently, and my hips moved up involuntarily.
Suddenly it was hitting the back of her throat and although it made her gag a couple of times, she continued to see just how far she could go. At one point I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and she seemed to get better and better as time went on. She would sense when I was close and hold the base of my cock to slow me down, she wasn’t ready for me to cum just yet.
When she wanted me to calm down even further, she would bring it out of her mouth and start to lick the outside from base to tip. I watched her doing it and enjoyed the way it glistened with her saliva, as she held it up to get at my balls. Her tongue was driving me nuts, but her hands were doing a good job too. This was the first time I’d ever gotten a blow job, and I hoped it wouldn’t be my last.
Then she must have decided she’d taken me far enough, and suddenly began to go at it with a vengeance. A minute later I was telling her I was about to cum, but she carried on regardless. Then I felt the tightening in my balls, and suddenly I was exploding inside her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, but I was producing too much sperm and soon it was coming out of the side of her mouth. I wanted her to stop at one point, as the sensations were almost unbearable. The end of my cock tingled beyond belief, but she wouldn’t stop and soon those intense sensations subsided.
She’d wanted to make sure I remained hard, and when she was she sat back up and smiled while still holding my hard cock and rubbing it gently. She then stood up and removed her panties, and then sat astride me, and with one hand going around the back she positioned my cock and sat down. She was so wet I had no trouble sliding inside her, and then she began to fuck me. I reached up and cupped her breasts, noticing how hard her nipples had become. It felt amazing as I felt the tightness of her pussy walls surrounding my cock, and I enjoyed the loud moans of pleasure coming from her mouth. I pinched both her nipples with two fingers from each hand, and pulled them, to which she responded by moving her chest forward. It wasn’t long that she began to shout out that she was coming, and the dampness I felt as she did was really turning me on. Then she seemed to go rigid, and arch her back and I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock.
A moment later I was coming again, only now she’d pulled out just in time and was allowing my seed to go all over her stomach. We collapsed onto the sofa when it was over, with neither one of us talking to the other. When we did look up, she just smiled and went up stairs for a shower. I sat there wondering what all of this would mean for the future, but as I remembered what had just happened; I started to get hard again.
I went up stairs and could hear the shower going, so I walked in with my cock leading the way as it stuck out in front of me eager to get some more action. I opened the shower door, to see Pauline soaping herself up between the legs and stood behind her. She turned and took hold of my cock without saying anything, and began to wash it with both hands. The feel of the soap and how slippery it felt when gliding through her hands just turned me on even more.
I in turn, soaped up my own hands and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples became hard again, and I enjoyed how round and ample they felt to the touch. It was at that point that I pushed her up against the shower wall, and bent down slightly in order to gain entrance once again. She helped by placing one foot onto the side where the soap was kept, and as I entered her she lifted herself just enough for me to push it all the way in. Her ass cheek was crushing my left hand as it pushed back against the shower wall, but not in a bad way.
She seemed to be sliding up the wall as I fucked her, and with the soap still covering her breasts we were slipping and sliding together as she began to moan out loud with pleasure for the second time that day. Then she kissed me passionately and our tongues intertwined, before she pulled back and uttered a few well chosen words.
“Oh God…fuck me harder Stephen…yes like that…oh I’m going to cum again,” she said, before kissing me again.
Egged on, in such a manner, made me thrust up even harder and pick her up so that the foot she still had rested on the shower floor rose up. I was going to cum, but I wanted her to cum first and when I started to feel that tell tale sign of her pussy muscles tightening around me I thrust upward a few more times before pulling out and coming all over her legs.
She came down to the shower floor, and held me, more for support than for any other reason. We held one another for a few minutes, just to get our breath back, and then showered before getting dressed and going back down stairs. Pauline came through from the kitchen and gave me a cold drink of lemonade and then sat down opposite me to talk.
“I can’t judge what you’re thinking about all of this, but I do want you to know that it doesn’t change anything,” she said.
“I guess if I’m honest I’ve wanted this for some time, at least judging by my response to it all. I don’t think I’ve ever been or felt hornier in my entire life, but there is something that bothers me about it all,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink.
“And what’s that…?”
“We can never be seen being affectionate towards one another, at least not in public.”
“We can if we move away and start all over again, but let’s not get ahead of our selves. Right here and right now is the important time, is there anything you’d like me to do to make this easier?” said Pauline.
“There is one thing, but I hesitate to say it,” I replied, sheepishly.
“Oh this is going to be good, go on tell me what it is?” she replied.
“Well, I actually love it when you dress slutty, I don’t know why but when I can’t actually see anything but the hint of what I could see it turns me on,” I said.
“That’s because you’re using your biggest sexual organ whenever you see me dressed that way, and that’s the brain. In your mind are all sorts of erotic thoughts, which are sending messages throughout your body and stirring up emotions that you wouldn’t normally have. As to me dressing that way around the house, I have no problems with that. I actually enjoy being a bit slutty from time to time, and it’s something I never used to get the chance to do,” she replied.
We talked for hours about it all that day, and everything was great by the time we went to bed. In the morning I awoke to a call from Pauline to come and get breakfast, so I got dressed and went down stairs. When I walked in she was only wearing a thong and the skimpiest of bras, which barely covered her nipples. My boner was almost instant, she looked such a slut but in a good way.
My first thought was ‘to hell with breakfast’ as I walked over to her and spun her around to face me. No words
were exchanged and I guessed she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I then pulled her skimpy bra up and off her breasts, and squeezed them hard, before dropping to my knees and pulling her thong to one side. I then lifted her left leg up and over my shoulder and started to lick her pussy.
She held on to the kitchen counter, and I began to lick and suck at her protruding clit. Then I felt one of her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her as my tongue delved deeper. Her soft moans became louder, and with each passing moment she began to grind her hips into my face. The bitter sweet taste of her juices was turning me on, and as she began to call out for me not to stop I pushed a finger inside her. I quickly found the G’ spot and began to rub hard, and she tried to break free, but I held her tight. When she came her calls of pleasure were more obscenities, and her juices were amazing in their quantities. She told me later that she’d never gotten that wet in her entire life.
By now my cock was so hard, it was hurting me. When I stood up I quickly unfastened my pants and let my cock spring out of my underwear, and then I turned her around to face the work surface before pushing my cock into her. In that instant I was like an animal possessed, I simply had to fuck her hard and fast. Such was my emotional level at that moment in time. The sound of my thighs slapping her ass cheeks as I thrust forcefully forward again and again were reverberating around the room, and her screams of more made me want to fuck her even harder.
The erotic nature of it all though was way too much, and I was starting to cum way too early. When I pulled it out a large string of cum splashed onto her back, and before I could cum again she’d turned around, dropping to her knees, and was positioning my cock inside her mouth for the second load. It felt amazing as she sucked me dry, and I couldn’t help wondering what she had in store for me the next time we got together like this.
Chapter 2
