I love my mom!

Of course, you’ll tell me that everyone does; but I mean something different than the usual mother-daughter relationship. What I mean is that my mom is my lover, and has been my entire adult life. If the idea offends you, that’s fine. All you have to do is decide not to read any further.

But if you are interested, let me just tell you that I (my name is Cindy, by the way) have never felt anything but loving, caring, and generous feelings in our relationship. We had our difficulties, as all people do; a terrible car accident took the life of my father and put my mom and me in the hospital. As we healed and grieved, we came to know that we would always need each other in a very deep and personal way that others might not always understand. For both of us, it was so very important to hold on to each other in every way possible, since we had no family left except each other.

For years as a child, I frequently crawled into bed with my mom on a particularly cold or rainy night. We always found comfort in each other’s arms, and it was a typical experience between a parent and a child. I was able to tell my mom whatever was on my mind; her strength and love always comforted me greatly.

But things began to change for me at some point; I remember that it all started during the summer after my sixteenth birthday. I could see how my own body was changing and maturing. I knew that before much longer, I would have a womanly figure just like my mom, who had always been spectacularly beautiful, curvy and head-turning.

I wasn’t quite sure what to do with my newfound feelings at first, but I began to see that I not only loved my mom, I loved her body too. The curve of her beautiful round breasts, the way her firm thighs curved to meet her ass, fascinated me. As I began to blossom sexually in my late teens, I grew less and less content to simply see – I wanted to touch, to taste the beautiful things I was seeing. I wanted to explore her body, and I wanted her to do the same to me.

Afraid at first to tell her these things, I experimented on my own. Before long I began to masturbate more and more frequently, starting out just by rubbing my clit until I learned how to bring myself to orgasm. Soon I was enjoying the feeling of deeply probing my pussy with my fingers and enjoying watching my breasts jutting out, nipples so hard, as I fucked myself frantically and imagined that someone else was doing it.

One day, as I feverishly rushed toward another of my increasingly frenzied orgasms, I daydreamed that one of my female friends was doing it to me. That sudden taboo thought made me cum so hard that my pussy squirted all over my hands. I rubbed my own pussy cream all over my wet tits, and wished I had a lover who would lick it all off of me, and then lick and tongue-fuck my pussy to get another taste of my creamy wetness. I didn't care if it was a boy or girl, I wanted to be pleasured by a partner.

Eventually, I did some experimenting with people my own age, but I soon knew that their level of sexual maturity was less than mine, despite my own inexperience. By now I had developed a figure that was a big attraction to all the high school boys, and I sometimes would let a boy touch my breasts as we kissed; I even had a couple of encounters with girls who told me what they wanted me to do with my fingers to make their pussy wet. It was an important part of becoming sexually aware, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Simply being physically pleasured sexually was basically an immature thing; what I craved was real intimacy.

Then one cold winter’s night, a night not very different from many I had already experienced, my mom asked me to crawl into bed next to her to have a talk. By now I was a seventeen year old high school junior, but I still enjoyed the comfort of a heart-to-heart talk with my mom.

When she threw back the comforter to invite me into bed on that night, it surprised me to see that she was totally naked. This was a new thing for me, but I trusted her and loved her. Taking my place beside her with my back turned, I felt very calm at first as we began to talk about how things were going, and it wasn’t long before my first early sexual explorations came out in the open.

As I knew she would be, my mom was totally supportive and encouraging, and told me that everything I was doing was a perfectly natural and beautiful thing. In fact, she told me that everything that was done in kindness and generosity to another person was always going to be OK. As she told me this, her hand cupped my breast, and I could feel her beautifully warm, round breasts against my arm and shoulders. My pussy began to get very warm and wet, and I wasn’t doing anything at all to excite myself … it was all due to my mom’s loving touch.

She began to fondle my breasts, and pinched my nipples until they felt so hot and hard. She pinched and pulled and nibbled at my nipples until they stood out harder and longer than I had ever seen them. The wet cream from my pussy began oozing onto my quivering inner thighs. I needed to be touched, and I needed to touch and hold and taste my mom.

My head was spinning and my whole body tingled, my heart pounding at the thought of what might happen next. Tonight, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t just a daughter – I was a young woman, sharing a bed with a beautifully sexy older woman who needed to be touched just like I did. My sense of anticipation was so thrilling, it was almost scary -- but my sense of love and trust in my mom made me totally unafraid. I wanted more...I wanted her.

I turned and began kissing and sucking my mom’s gorgeous nipples, jutting out a full half inch, so swollen and firm and begging to be licked and sucked. I swirled my tongue around them until they were beautiful and shiny and wet in the dim light coming through the window, and she moaned and slid her hand down to probe the soft wet folds of my pussy. I buried my face between her round tits and got on my knees, letting her reach down and give me a good finger-fucking.

I kept licking and kissing and sucking her tits as I spread my knees. In no time at all I was absolutely gushing, and cumming hard all over her hand. She gently massaged my inner thighs, rubbing the wetness from my pussy all over my smooth flesh, my whole body quivering.

Things went on like that all weekend. She taught me so much, and I was amazed at the mind-blowing feeling of having my pussy licked and eaten and tongued by someone who really knew what they were doing. I had never cum that hard when masturbating, and I could tell that my mom really loved doing that for me.

The most amazing part of that incredible weekend was the way she lovingly led me down the path of knowing that sexual encounters weren't just about feeling good myself. It was also about caring for my partner, about sharing my arousal with someone else. She patiently taught me how to pleasure her pussy with my lips and tongue and fingers all at the same time, and I was so fucking turned on at the sight of her body, shaking with pleasure, her voice hoarse with passion as she urged me on.

She kept telling me how fucking good it was, as my tongue lapped eagerly and sloppily at the amazing creamy wetness of her pussy. My face was covered in her thick hot cream, her beautifully sexy wet thighs against my face, as she came and came, her body convulsing in pleasure. I looked up in amazement at the sight of her beautiful tits swaying back and forth as she squirmed and moaned, and told me over and over how fucking amazing it felt for her.

By the next year, things had progressed far enough in my social life that I ended up going through the stereotypical ritual of fucking a boy on prom night. I think teen girls sometimes have to wait for the boys to grow up; I had always felt that nothing they offered me could compare to what I had only recently begun to share with my own mom.

As usual, I shared my prom night experience with her, and she seemed pleased that I had finally lost my virginity. Up to now, she had never done anything to my pussy except with her fingers and tongue. Now my mom introduced me to the fascinating world of sexual toys, and I found out that she had quite the collection of vibrators and dildos.

The feeling of holding onto the headboard for dear life, on my knees with her behind me, as she gave me a deep hard fuck with a huge strapon – I’ll never forget that sense of wild abandon and the way she made me cum and cum and cum. As always, I was more than happy to learn everything she wanted to teach me, and very happy to return the favor in every way.

Now, as a full-grown adult, I’m very proud to say that my mom has never stopped being an absolute beauty. I have shared a bed with her alongside other women as well as men, and we always get enormous pleasure out of seeing how much of a thrill our lovers get from trying to please the two of us together as eager partners, curvaceous and vocal and not afraid to ask for what we want a lover to give us.

I love listening to my mom ask a man to fuck her harder, as I suck hard on her beautiful nipples. I love hearing her tell me how fucking great I look as I suck a long hard cock deep into my throat, on my knees drooling on his cock and balls, as she fucks me from behind with a vibrator that makes me explode as I drain my lover’s balls. And it gives me a special thrill to climb up on my knees and lower my dripping pussy onto her mouth, loving the way my mom’s hands roam across my tits and ass, as another female lover in our bed licks and tongues and probes my mom’s pussy as my mom and I build up to our orgasms together.

And every lovemaking session, no matter who we share with each other, always ends the way it did on that long-ago cold night when we first became lovers – with me in my mother’s arms, feeling her kindness, her generosity, her love and a never-ending desire to make me feel like the most important person in her life.