My Mother

Eighteen months had passed since my dad left my mom for a girl I had dated in high school. It was a painful time, but we made the best of it, and I finally got to know my mom on a deeper level. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, and as I watched her move around the house, I was struck by her beauty. Her curves, though not traditionally model-like, were captivating, and her confidence was infectious.

Our game nights had become a staple of our weekends, and I was determined to finally beat her. But it seemed like no matter what game we played, she always emerged victorious. I was starting to get frustrated, and I was about to suggest a change of plans when she suggested we play Truth or Dare.

“Why Truth or Dare?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“It’s one game you could never win,” I replied with a smirk.

She laughed, a bright, sparkling sound that made me feel light-headed. “You think so, do you?”

I nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement. “I’m confident that I can take you down.”

She smiled, and I could see the challenge in her eyes. “You’re on,” she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

We settled in on the couch, and I went first, choosing Truth. She asked me a question about my first kiss, and I answered, feeling a little self-conscious but also relieved to have shared that part of myself with her.

When it was her turn again, she chose Truth, and I was curious to hear what she would say. But instead of talking about something mundane, she asked me a question that made my heart skip a beat.

“When and who was the first man who had his tongue down your throat? How far did he get, and where were you at the time?”

I felt my face heat up as I thought about my Uncle Bill. “It was before I dated your dad,” I said, trying to sound casual. “We were in the woods, and he got to second base.”

My mom’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she giggled, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, that’s a story for another time,” she said, winking at me.

I felt a thrill of excitement, wondering what other secrets she might be hiding. And then it was my turn again. I chose Dare, and my heart sank as I realized what I was getting myself into.

“Kiss me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a surge of panic, but it was quickly replaced by desire. I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It was nothing like the kiss we had shared earlier, but it was just as intoxicating.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, I realized that I was in trouble. I was caught up in the excitement of the game, but also in the thrill of kissing my mom. It was a forbidden pleasure, but one that I couldn’t deny.

And then, she asked me another question, one that made my heart skip a beat. “Truth or Dare?”

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then I heard myself say, “Dare.”

“Kiss me again, like you did the first time,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I felt a surge of excitement, and I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. It was a kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, I realized that the game was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning. And I had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.

As I sat beside my mother, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the game we had started. “Dare,” I said without hesitation, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Make me cum again,” she breathed, her eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity.

I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, her skirt hiked up and thigh-high stockings accentuating her incredible legs. I lowered myself to my knees, my hands reaching up to gently remove her panties, taking care to enjoy every moment of the sensation.

As I bared her to me, I couldn’t help but be struck by her beauty, the softness of her skin and the shape of her thighs. I kissed my way up her legs, my tongue tracing a path up towards her core, denying her the satisfaction she craved.

She tried to force my tongue between her legs, but I held firm, determined to maintain the gentle torture I was inflicting upon her. It wasn’t long before I relented, my lips wrapping around her opening before jamming my tongue deep within her.

I lapped at her, my tongue dancing across her labia and clit, drawing out a scream of orgasm from my mother’s lips.

‘I’m not done yet,’ I said, my voice husky with desire, as I sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue across it, drawing out another, and then another, orgasm from her.

Finally, I backed off, my tongue tracing a path down her legs, waiting for her to calm down before I spoke.

‘Truth or dare?’ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Truth,’ she replied, her voice husky with pleasure.

‘How many times did you cheat on dad, and with who?’ I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

‘With your Uncle Bill, more times than I can count,’ she replied, her voice matter-of-fact. ‘There were a few other men I had sex with while we were married, each time was while I worked for the State a few years back.’

‘Every time I traveled, I seemed to find someone who wanted to fuck me,’ she continued, her voice filled with a sense of regret.

‘I was not good at saying no,’ she added, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of shame and vulnerability.

‘Then there were two men that your dad knew about, they both fucked me while he watched. Then he fucked me after they had done. To tell you the truth son. That was the best sex your dad had ever given me.’

‘Mom took several breaths before she spoke again.

‘Truth or dare?’ she asked, her voice husky with desire.

‘Truth,’ I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘What are you thinking about me right now…? Son, what do you think of your slutty mother…?’ she asked, her voice filled with a sense of trepidation.

I looked up at her, my eyes locking onto hers, and replied, ‘I love my mother. I like that fact that she is honest and open-minded, I love the fact that she loves me.’

‘I am proud to be your son, mom,’ I added, my voice filled with emotion.

She held out her arms to me, and I crawled into them, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me.

‘Truth or dare, mom?’ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Truth,’ she replied, her voice husky with pleasure.

‘Who is my real father? Dad or Bill?’ I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.

‘I don’t know son. I am sorry, but I just don’t know,’ she replied, her voice filled with regret.

‘That explained a lot, mom,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Well, that explains a lot, doesn’t it?’ I added, my voice filled with a sense of understanding.

‘Truth or dare?’ my mother asked, her voice husky with desire.

‘Dare,’ I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Don’t hate me,’ she said, her voice filled with a sense of trepidation.

‘That’s impossible, mom, I could never hate my mother. Even if she is a bit of a slut,’ I replied, my voice filled with affection.

‘I guess you could say that,’ she added, her voice husky with laughter.

‘Mom?’ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Yes, son,’ she replied, her voice filled with love.

‘I have a problem,’ I said, my voice filled with desire.

‘What is it?’ she asked, her voice husky with pleasure.

I pressed my crotch into her leg, rubbing my painful erection on it…

‘Do you concede the game?’ she asked, her voice husky with desire.

‘No,’ I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘Truth or dare, mom?’ I asked, my voice filled with desire.

‘Dare,’ she replied, her voice husky with pleasure.

‘Fuck me till I cum, mom,’ I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She opened her legs wide, a big smile spreading across her face, as I pulled my pants down and placed my cock into her pussy lips…

‘I felt like her pussy vacuumed my cock into her, she was so wet,’ I thought, my mind reeling with pleasure.

‘I thrusted into her over and over again, her pussy feeling like heaven as I kept filling her with my need,’ I continued, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘It didn’t take long before I began to shake and tremble as my release was about to happen,’ I said, my voice filled with anticipation.

‘My mother’s moans were driving me over the edge as I was just about to pull out of her and explode, but suddenly I heard her scream,’ I thought, my mind racing with excitement.

‘”TRUTH OR DARE????”‘ she screamed out at the same time, I was just about to pull my dick out of her pussy to shoot my load all over her belly and chest…

‘After her order, I stopped my withdrawal, and then I felt my nuts explode deep inside my mother’s pussy with a force I have never felt before,’ I continued, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘My mom screamed yet another orgasm just as I exploded deep inside her again before collapsing on top of my mother,’ I thought, my mind reeling with pleasure.

As I lay there, I couldn’t help but think about the life I had built with my mother, the daughter we had together, and the future that lay ahead…

‘I placed our daughter in her crib in the next room, she is three months old and as beautiful as our mother, my wife,’ I thought, a sense of pride and love washing over me.

‘Well, unofficially anyway, yet she wears my ring with pride,’ I added, a smile spreading across my face.

‘I got my last dare in while she was in labor, I dared her to give me a blow job and she sucked my dick right through two contractions before I came,’ I continued, my mind reeling with pleasure.

‘It was a phenomenal feeling as she sucked and tried not to bite my cock as the pain hit her,’ I thought, a sense of nostalgia washing over me.

‘We moved to another state and are now living a good life, I am in college, doing really well, mom works as an RN,’ I said, my voice filled with gratitude.

‘So, we do okay,’ I added, my voice barely above a whisper.

‘I lay down next to my wife and kissed her passionately,’ I thought, my heart filled with love and desire.

‘”Truth or dare?” she asked, her voice husky with desire,’ I thought, my mind racing with excitement.

‘”Dare,” I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper,’ I continued, my heart pounding with anticipation.

‘”Impregnate me again,” she said, her voice husky with desire,’ I thought, my mind reeling with pleasure.

‘I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation wash over me as I realized that our journey together was far from over,’ I thought, my heart filled with love and desire…