Comforting Mom

Here I am lying in bed, my mother is cuddled in my arms and we are both naked. Not the typical scenario for your typical 20-year-old I'd say. Part of me still cannot believe that anything happened between us at all.

It was two years ago, to be exact, right after my 18th birthday. My sister just moved from the US to a school in the south of France to study music on a scholarship she got. My mother was proud of her, but didn't like the fact that the nest was emptying. She would keep to herself in her room and many times, I would hear her crying. The only times she would talk to me was about me moving away to college as well. She worked at a local hair salon, but her hours were cut pretty bad.

I hated seeing my mother like this. She is a gorgeous woman with long, flowing black hair, vibrant green eyes, and a curvy body many women her age would kill for.

I had to do something to help her.

Then an idea came to me. I work at a computer store selling computers, components, software, you name it, and I just got a nice commission payment that I was going to use on a tablet that I've wanted for a while, but now I see there's a far more important problem to be solved.

I knocked on my mom's room door. That's where she is most of the time these days.

"Yes?" My mom asked

"Hey can I come in? I want to talk about something." I said.

"Ok," she said.

I opened the door. She lays or her bed and looks sad and unkempt. Hair is frazzled and her clothes look worn. On the tv across the room is a soap opera. My once gorgeous, loving mother was reduced to watching daytime soap operas.

I sat down next to her and took a deep breath.

"Mom, I don't like seeing you like this."

Mom said nothing.

"I want you to be happy again."

Mom said nothing.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet and took out my commission money.

"I want you to take this and get anything you want. New clothes, a haircut, I don't care. I just want to see you open up again. I want the real you back."

Mom looked at me and, for the first time in a long time, smiled. Her smile was also came with a few tears.

"Honey, you're too sweet. Most boys your age would have just moved out instead of taking care of their moms."

She reached over and hugged me. It was a little tighter than her usual hug and her large, soft breasts were rubbing against me. It as the first hint at what was to come.

She took the money out of my hand.

"Thank you so much sweetie," she said.

She then seemed to leap out of bed. Before I could comprehend what was happening, she got clothes from her closet, when into her bathroom, changed, fixed her hair as best she could, and left.

"Wow. That seemed to work." I said to myself.

She was gone for hours. The anticipation was killing me. What was she doing? I guessed she was putting that money to good use.

I was just about to make myself some dinner when I heard the back door open.

"She's back." I thought.

Mom entered the kitchen and my jaw promptly hit the floor. My mother was wearing a tiny black strapless dress that hugged every wonderful curve of her body. Her breasts were poking out a little bit, giving me a view of her cleavage. She got her hair done and it looked more wavy and full than it ever did before. Her makeup was sexy as well. There was no way else to put it.

My mom is fucking hot.

She walked over to me and gave me a hug, but this hug felt different. Instead of feeling warm comfort and love like most hugs, I felt shivers of anticipation. Mom kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you so much baby," she said. The words breathlessly whispered into my ear. I started to get hard. Seeing as I was wearing tight shorts, this left little for her to imagine.

She glanced down at my crotch and saw my erection. She gave an evil smile.

"You like your new mom." This wasn't a question. She reached down and gave my cock a stroke with a long fingernail. I gave a sharp intake of breath. "You want to see what else Mommy got?" Her use of 'mommy' was putting me on the edge. I nodded. I feared if I opened my mouth, words would aimlessly fall out. "Go up to Mommy's bedroom. I'll show you."

The clothes Mom got had two things in common. First, they looked great on her and second, I got harder with each passing modeling of hers. She got a few small dress like the black one, a few backless halter tops, tiny ass-hugging skirts, lacy lingerie, and a few push up bras that make her already large tits look enormous. The bags she carried in were now empty. I was absolutely out of my mind with horniness. "There's one more," she said.

"But all the bags are empty," I replied.

"Just close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you."

I closed my eyes and Mom went into her bathroom for the last thing. Why did she want my eyes closed?

She opened the door.

"Your eyes still closed?"

"Yes mom."

She walked over to me. I felt her hand on my thigh, very close to my cock. Suddenly I felt her lips on mine. We kissed. Her tongue slipping into my mouth.

This was unbelievable. I started the day trying to convince my mom to leave the house and now I was sure that it would end with me fucking my mom.

We broke our kiss. "Open your eyes." I did and I saw my mother, naked. "You want me." Again she was telling me, not asking. She started to pull my clothes off too. Soon I was naked as well. She climbed into the bed with me. I saw that her pussy was all wet, ready for her son to fuck it. "Get over here and shove that big cock of yours into your Mommy's tight, little cunt." Her harsh language was turning me on as much as her body.

I climbed on top of her. My cock was just touching my mother's pussy. "You want me to fuck you Mommy? You want your son's big cock in you? This is incest Mommy," I said directly into her ear.

"Honey," she said. "You'll see soon enough. Incest is the best."

She then grabbed my ass and quickly pulled me towards her. My entire cock was now inside of my mother's pussy. I was fucking my mom. The first thrust made both of us moan in ecstasy. "Keep fucking your Mommy," mom nearly screamed at me.

The act of fucking my mom was that of pure bliss. Her pussy fit me like a glove. Mom was a fucking sex goddess, knowing the perfect time for me suck her nipple, how fast I should be going, and she could even deep-throat my cock. The thought of this person being my own mother made everything that much more hot.

Throughout the night, we brought each other to many orgasms. Mom even made me cum right into her pussy. I was worried about getting her pregnant, but she was on the pill and even said, "When the time is right, mommy will let you, her big and strong son knock her up, but why rush? Let's just live as a happy and horny couple for now."

Throughout the years following, mom had I had many crazy and wild sexploits, but they are another story.