It's Just a Word (4.37)	Mother experiences a moment of weakness.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	07/25/20




It's Just a Word
by WriterMatt ©





It's Just a Word

Dad left us years ago. He ran off with the "maid" he hired. We were both blind to what was happening. There was just enough being done in the house to make us not ask questions. Then, one day, they were both gone. I knew right away what happened, but it took Mom longer. I don't know if she was genuinely ignorant of the fact that he left her or if she was simply in denial. He never so much as picked up the phone to call me. Whatever issues he had with Mom were not my problem and I'll never understand why I was so easy to cast aside. Regardless, as the years passed, my anger toward him became deep rooted. Even if he called me now, I would wish him dead with every word he spoke.

Two years after he left, a lawyer showed up at the house with paperwork for her to sign. I wasn't home when he arrived, but I caught the aftermath. I later learned why it took so long for it to happen. For two years he paid the car notes and the mortgage without fail. As soon as I turned eighteen, though, he sunk his claws in and destroyed us. I knew it was because I was eighteen and not only could he easily win when Mom didn't require a place to continue to raise me and also because he could avoid child support.

The lawyer explained that she was being evicted from the house and the car was being reclaimed since her name wasn't on the note. When she asked questions, he explained that he wasn't at liberty to discuss details. He only told her that her failure to show up to court to fight for her rights is what enabled it all to happen. I arrived home to find her sobbing on the couch. She explained everything and said we had twenty-four hours to leave the house. You know the kicker of it all? Dad and his whore moved into the house within a week of us leaving.

I did the best I could. I made some arrangements with friends and was able to get into a trailer at a local park and they helped me with some furniture. Mom continued her job, but I quit college and started working to help get us back on our feet. I hated how everything happened, but I was motivated to make our lives better. I was a little delusional about how long it would take, though.

That was three years ago and we're still struggling. We were finally able to get a car after Mom's ruined credit recovered and I established my own respectable rating. We would get up in the morning and Mom would drop me off at work then go to her own job. She would pick me up and we would go home at the end of the day and get our nightly routine underway. She would start dinner and I would get busy with weekly tasks like mowing the lawn, cleaning bathrooms or whatever else needed to be done. When dinner was over, we would play games or listen to music while we talked about our plans for the future.

That's how it went for three years. Mom either never had time or never made time for dating. I call her out on that now since she could have easily dated without having to pay for anything. I, on the other hand, did not date because I couldn't even afford McDonalds without sacrificing something I would have otherwise needed. We both remained single and took care of our own needs. I turned a blind eye to how Mom took care of herself in that arena. She would wait until I left the house to masturbate. The walls of the trailer were so thin that we could hear each other breathe in the next room if we listened close enough. I only know she did that because I'm pretty sure I caught her cleaning up after herself a few times when I got home earlier than expected.

I was proud of her when she told me she wanted to dip her feet into the dating pool.

"Good! I'm glad you're finally taking the leap, Mom. You deserve to be taken care of by a man who loves you."

She chucked and poked me hard on the arm, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I thought about what I just said and laughed loudly, "No! I mean you work hard for us and I think you deserve someone who will treat you right and take some of the burden off your shoulders!"

She smiled warmly and told me she's been nervous about going out but that she was ready to give it a try. Time after time, though, she came back after failed dates upset. I knew she was getting frustrated and was ready to give up. It was the last date she went on that turned our lives upside down.

She had gone out to dinner with a man she met online and they were supposed to get dinner and head to the karaoke bar. I had turned in early after mowing the lawn and showering. I don't know what time it was when I heard her creep into the house. She closed the squeaky door and I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I drifted back to sleep thinking she was just going to go to bed. Next thing I knew, she was climbing in my bed. I could hear her quietly whimpering.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked in a daze.

She didn't answer me. She wrapped her arm around me and buried her face in my neck and began to sob uncontrollably.

"Mom, are you drunk?"

She sniffled loudly, "I wish I was!" she cried out. "It's been years and all I want is a man to touch me, Jim. I just want to be touched. Am I that repulsive that a man can't bring me home and just..."

I didn't know how to respond. I could smell a bit of alcohol on her, but I knew she wasn't drunk. She continued venting her frustrations.

"Baby, I just need it. I need to feel a man again. It's been so long!"

Her hand began to wander across my chest, and I questioned her state of mind again.

"Mom, do you know where you are?"

She picked her head up but refused to look at me.

"I'm terrible for asking this," she said as she watched her hand slowly drift down my body.

"It's been so long," she whispered, "could I..."

She stopped speaking as her hand reach the waistband of my boxers. I knew what was on her mind, but I needed her to tell me what she wanted.

"Could we..." she said, pausing again before saying what she wanted.

She couldn't bring herself to say it so, I took over.

"Don't say anything," I told her as I moved to the edge of the bed. "Lay on your back here," I told her, patting the area where I just was.

She shifted over and I slid down to the end of the bed. I ran my hands up the outside of her legs and pushed her skirt up.

"Baby, you don't need..." she started before I interrupted her.

"You have needs, Mom. I can take care of them for you tonight."

Looking back, you would think I would have hesitated before I took our mother and son relationship into the deep end. I have a soft spot for women in distress. When it was my mother, though, there was nothing I wouldn't do. She did everything for me. It was time I did something for her.

I got up on my knees and pushed my boxers down, allowing my hardening cock to bounce free. I reached down and put my hands inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off. She lifted her butt off the bed to help me. I saw her watching my every move and I made them. I tossed her panties on the floor as she opened her legs to receive me.

I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock against her slit. Again, I didn't think much of the fact that I was about to have sex with my mother at the time. In my head, I justified it as doing anything for the woman who spent her life loving me. She wanted a man to please her and I was going to be that man for her. I further affirmed my actions by realizing that I had also not had sex in years and I also had needs. We were going to have sex one night and never speak of it again.

Maybe we would speak of it again and remember the things we did for each other.

That was the last thing I thought before my cock dipped into her pussy. I'd never heard a woman moan like she did as I pushed into her. I couldn't help but smile at the pleasure I was able to provide her. When I was all the way in, she pulled me tight against her.

"Just stay like that, baby. This feels amazing," she whispered. "I'm so sorry," she added.

"Just let me take care of you, Mom."

I started to withdraw when she put her hands on my ass.

"Not yet," she whispered, "let me feel you for just a bit longer."

It was an odd request, I thought. As I waited for her to release me, I considered the possibility that she needed to be filled physically and mentally. For a moment, I was happy to be the man who could make her whole again. I was deep in thought when she placed her hand on my cheek.

"I'm ready," she told me.

I was still lost, though. I had so many questions about what I was doing.

"How do you fuck your mother?" I asked myself.

I felt my cock begin to soften and began to push in and out of her in order to revitalize myself. I continued to question how I was supposed to be doing what I was doing as I was doing it. I had sex with my mother for the first time that night. I was riddled with so many questions that I was unable to complete the task to my satisfaction. I did, however, complete it to her satisfaction. So much so that when she was done the second time, she burst into hysterics and fled my room.

I spent several minutes trying to piece together what had just transpired, but the concept that I had just had sex with my mother escaped me. I didn't believe it. It wasn't until the following morning that it all came back and smacked me in the face. I justified it before it happened. I lost my mental stability as soon as it got real and just then I was in disbelief.

"I literally had sex with Mom," I said quietly to myself.

I pulled the covers away from my cock and inspected it. There was little to no evidence and I quickly realized it was because I didn't cum. I listened for any noises happening around the trailer, but I heard nothing. My immediate thought was that she was so embarrassed by what happened that she left, or she was so satisfied that she slept in.

I decided to get up and creep over to her room. When I got there, I saw her bed was unmade but empty. My continued investigation proved my initial thought was true. She was likely so embarrassed or repulsed that she allowed her son to have sex with her that she left. I discarded the panic that initially rose inside me in favor of the thought that she would ultimately come back and we would talk about what happened.

With that decision having been made, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat and that's where I found the note.

"Jim,

I'm filled with absolute regret and shame about what I did to you. I've left and I will be back when I can forgive myself and look you in the eye again. I'm sorry I took advantage of you. You should never have to deal with a predator like me. I'm so sorry.

I love you,

Mom."

I kind of chuckled at the note.

"Yeah, you took advantage of me," I thought to myself as I went to the cabinet to get cereal.

As I was halfway into my breakfast, I realized she was genuine in her comments and that she probably thought she actually took advantage of me. I wasn't going to let her feel remorseful for something I actively contributed to. I fetched my phone and sent her a text.

"Reflect on what happened and realize who took control. If anyone took advantage of someone, it would be me."

I sent that message just before I thought of something catchy.

"Also, I'm not sorry."

I pressed the send button and put the phone down, not expecting an immediate response.

"We had sex."

I stared at her response and couldn't figure out her intent behind that simple sentence. As I was trying to think of a way to respond that would make her feel better about what happened, she sent another message.

"I should not have come to you like I did."

She was right, but in a manner of speaking, her thought process was flawed.

"Who else was going to please you?" I offered in response.

"I didn't give you a choice," she responded.

I laughed out loud at her lack of recollection, "Come home so we can talk. You're wrong about so many aspects of this that I won't continue to discuss this via texts."

There was no further discussion. As much as I would like to say she rushed home to talk to me, she didn't arrive until the following day. I had all sorts of questions about that concept by itself, but I knew the only thing on her mind was the fact that I had my dick inside her.

I wasn't near the front door when she arrived, but she eventually found me in the back yard.

"Babe?" she said to me.

"Oh! Hi, Mom. I suppose you would like to talk?" I said, eliminating any chance for small talk or distraction. I could see she was visibly shaken by my quick desire to talk about us having sex. She simply nodded and walked inside. I followed her and observed her like I never did before.

She had me when she was seventeen. Since she was in her thirties, she was still very firm in her appearance. Her ass was full and perky. Her long brunette hair flowed down her back and her legs were muscular. I recalled from our coupling that her stomach had a lot of stretch marks but was very tight. It was obvious she had a child at some point but also obvious that she enjoyed keeping in shape. The younger guys would probably call her a MILF, but I called her Mom and I had sex with her.

She sat down at the table and fumbled with her hands like she was searching for a way to start the conversation she didn't want to have just then. I wanted to ease her discomfort.

"We had sex, Mom. It's ok. I hope we filled the void in your soul. I hate thinking you're doing without because of our situation or because I'm still here with you."

I didn't actually think anything she deprived herself of was because of me, but I wanted to give her a way out if that was what she needed. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

"Jim, I'm so sorry I did that to you," she started. I made a significant amount of noise to ensure she was paying attention to me.

"What did you do to me, Mom? What did you do that I had no control of?" I asked.

She sighed loudly, "I should have been the control. I should not have come to you like I did."

"Do you think I didn't have an opportunity to stop you? Were you the one who pushed my penis inside you?"

I intentionally went that far to show her that she didn't control me. She was having no part of it.

"Were you doing it because you felt you had no way out?" she asked.

It was a legitimate question. She put me in a corner, and I couldn't find a word or series of words to see my way out of that without leading to more questions. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I reached my hand out and waited for her to put her hand in mine. She looked at me suspiciously while cautiously putting her hand in mine.

When she finally gave in, I pulled her out of her chair and led her to the counter. I turned her around until she was facing the cabinets and checked myself on what I was about to do.

"You were full of questions last night. You're about to do something you can't reverse. End it now before you can't take it back. You could ruin everything," I told myself.

"Fuck it," I thought as I spun my mother around and lifted the same skirt she wore the night prior. The panties she would have been wearing were no doubt still on the floor of my room. I saw her perfect ass exposed to me in the light of the kitchen and I pushed my pants down to expose my cock.

"Is this enough for you to know you didn't do this alone?" I asked.

I had every intention of fucking her again in the kitchen that night, but she turned the tables on me. She spun around and looked me directly in the eyes.

"Jim, I'm going to return the... favor you did for me. After that, nothing else will come of this," she told me before she sunk to her knees. She took me in her mouth and began the best blowjob I've ever had.

"I don't know how you're doing it, but I'm going to cum soon," I warned her.

She took me out of her mouth and jerked my cock with her hand, "It's because you took the time to make sure I was happy without making yourself happy. You're selfless and I love that you turned out that way, Jim. Be selfish now and cum. Dump it all on me."

The last sentence threw me. Did she want me to cum all over her? I was about to find out.

"Mom, I'm going to cum right now," I informed her.

She took me in her mouth and didn't relent until I shot my full load down her throat. It took me a couple minutes to recover before I pulled her up and we were face to face.

"What does this mean?" I asked her.

She searched my eyes for clarity, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are we even? You came, I came, do we go the next several years without gratification before we do this again?"

I said what I said, and I was proud of it, but I wasn't expecting to be so blunt. She stared into my eyes and I could tell she was searching for words. I decided to continue the conversation.

"We did what we did, Mom," I started. She interrupted me in short order.

"Have sex with me, Jim," she quickly uttered with a degree of install regret written on her face,

I thought her sucking my dick and making me cum would be the reciprocation she might need to make her not feel guilty for running out of my room after she came. She clearly was on a different level than me. I took hold of her hands and put them at her sides. I needed to be sure she knew what she was getting into.

"Mom," I started. I intentionally called her that to ensure our natural relationship status was said out loud, "what we're doing is incest."

Her face changed to something closely resembling shock but it was something else could never put a word to. It was like she knew but didn't want to admit it. I needed to add to my statement.

"I'm ok with having sex with you. I want you to feel good. I want you to feel satisfied. I want you to have a reliable source for your sexual needs so you don't bring home a loser like Dad. I just want you to be sure you know what you're asking me to do."

"Incest," she whispered to herself.

"Incest, Mom. It's a word. It doesn't define who you are. It's an act that people have told you is bad. Was it so bad, Mom?"

Her focus shifted from one of my eyes to the other until she was ready to respond.

"I shouldn't have sex with my son. My son should not want to have sex with me," she said plainly.

"Yet, here we are, Mom. I just came in your mouth. You came twice last night if I counted correctly. What am I missing?"

I was trying to remove all obstacles she might have. I was pretty much invested in having a sexual relationship with my mother by then.

"How could you be ok with us having sex, Jim?" she asked me with a hint of shame in her voice.

"How do you ask me that question when just two minutes ago you asked met have sex with you?"

I was bothered by her sudden shifts in behavior. I didn't know where we were headed. Her eyes predictably shifted away from mine as she searched for answers to her questions and mine.

"Have sex with me," she said again.

She clearly considered the implications of what she was asking for and discarded the potential ramifications. Had she asked me about the repercussions, I would have told her there would be none. I took my dick in my hand and stroked it until it was hard then cornered Mom.

"We're going to have sex again, Mom," I told her.

She opened her legs slightly wider and hesitantly nodded at me. I lowered my body so my cock could align with her pussy and pushed in.

"Oh, fuck!" she grunted.

"I'm inside you, Mom. I'm having sex with you right now. How do you feel?" I asked before pushing all the way in.

"Fuck me, baby. We've gone this far," she said.

"No," I responded, "I'm not going to fuck you. I'm not going to make love to you either. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm going to remind you what it's like to have a man inside you."


Her hands roamed all over my body as I lectured her.

"I'll have sex with you whenever you ask me to, Mom," I said, emphasizing "Mom." "But this doesn't relieve you from the responsibility of finding a man to satisfy you in the long run."

I pumped my cock in and out of her for a while before she said a word to me.

"What if I want your cock in me forever? I never have to worry about you letting me down."

She was right. Whether it was a simple chore I could do to relieve her stress or fuck her whenever she needed that relief, I was there to make her feel good. I gave up all my inhibitions about fucking Mom. I wanted her and we fit well together.

"I'll be your man whenever you want, Mom," I told her as I pumped my dick in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me so hard!" she cried out.

It wasn't just about what I was doing for her but also what she was doing for me. We both forgot that it had been just as long for me as it was for her and we both needed release without complicating our situation. Not to say that committing incest isn't complicated but when you read deep down into it, what are doing? You use the body you have to please someone who already has an established bond with you.

"What do you want?" I asked as I buried my dick deep inside her.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded.

We tore the trailer apart that night. I'm certain we fucked on every flat surface for the rest of that day. We talked and had sex. We ate while having sex! It was dirty, it was amazing, it was touching at times. It was sex with a woman I loved already. I didn't love her more after that. She didn't see me as more of a man. I already loved her more than any other man could. She already saw me as the man she always wanted me to be.

I still have sex with Mom from time to time. I've since married but find the time to be with Mom. We've talked about brining my bride into our private life, but we decided it was ours and not for anyone else to participate in.

Mom had not searched for another lover since the night she crawled in my bed. She finds time to get me alone and is always prepared. When she's wearing a skirt, she'll simply lift it and pull her panties aside. When she's wearing pants, she'll turn, shake her ass and push her pants down.

"Make it like that night in the kitchen," she would often say, referring to the night after she first came to me.

Even on my wedding night, she told everyone she was coming into my room to give me encouraging words. I later joked with her that it's hard to give encouraging words when her lips were wrapped around my dick. She never lost her motherly approaches, though. She would slap me and tell me I was being crass.

I've gone back to Mom many times over the years and despite the randomness of everything when it started, we still have amazing sex. I don't think she will ever find a man to replace me, but I have a feeling she'll never need to.





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