The Life Of John Smith - S01 E02

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E02

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I do not believe mother noticed the change until the following winter. Her hours at work were cut back from 40 hours per week to 30 hours per week so she decided we had to cut back on expenses. One of the ways of cutting back was her moving me into her bedroom and closing off the heating vents to the other two bedrooms. When I say she moved me, I should have said she said, "Grab your things. Bring them to my room. You are sleeping with me the rest of the winter." When I asked why she shouted, "I told you why. I am not getting paid as much as I was."

I waited until she came to bed to ask, "How does your getting paid less mean I have to sleep with you?"

"We have to cut back so I turned off the heat to your room. Do I have to explain everything to you? Now go to sleep."

It worked out quite well, since I was almost always asleep before she came to bed and I was off to school before she woke up. However, the first Friday she came home late and could not get the key in the lock, she started knocking on the door with her shoe. I got out of bed in my night shirt and opened the door for her. She stepped over the threshold with one shoe on and one shoe off and fell flat on her face. Maybe it was the alcohol she had consumed, the bump on the head, or a combination of both; but she could not stand. In fact, she just wanted to flop out on the floor. If it would have been today, I would call 911 but we had not even imagined the concept of 911.

I could have called a neighbor, but knew mother would have objected to their involvement. Instead, I dragged her on a throw- rug through the kitchen, into the hall, and into her bedroom. There I struggled to get her partway on the bed.

I was about to leave her that way when she said, "Well take my dammed cloths off." So, I stared with the obvious, her skirt. Once it was removed, I began working on her thigh high tan nylon stockings held up by a garter belt. Now below the waist she had on only a pair of white panties. I began unbuttoning her blouse when she asked, "What's takin' yah so long?" I tried to hurry and popped a button off.

There she was, half on the bed, on her back, only in her bra and panties and she shouted, "Get me out of this dammed bra." I tugged on it and it would not come up over her ample breasts. I remembered that Ella's bras hooked in the back, so I struggled trying to turn mother over. She suddenly rolled over, causing me to lose my balance and fall on her. She shouted, "Not now, you fucker!

I stood and looked down at her with her face down on the bed and her knees on the floor. She was shouting at me like she always shouted at my father. I felt like walking away and leaving her there, but I reached down and with a flick of my finger released the hook in her bra. She turned her head and shouted, "It's about time, now my pants. You lazy bum!" Not too gently I hooked my fingers in her panties and yanked them down. It was then I noted a large discharge stain in her panties and an unpleasant unfamiliar odor.

I looked at her backside and realized I could see her pussy with gobs of something caked in the hair around it. I felt embarrassed looking at her private area. But before I could think of anything else, she shouted, "If you're gonna fuck me then fuck me, otherwise cover me up." I covered her with the winter quilt and went to the kitchen where I got a glass of milk. Sitting at the table I sipped my milk and thought about what had just happened. I was sure that mother had thought she was talking to her husband.

I did not want to go to bed with my mother, but I had to. I woke at my usual time. Mother had not changed positions. She still had her knees on the floor, I ate my usual breakfast, did the usual household chores. Mother did not wake until just before noon. She came to the kitchen in her wrap around robe. She said nothing until she had brewed some coffee and taken a sip. Then she asked, "Did you put me to bed?"

"I did," I said.

"I'm sorry you had to," she said. After two more sips of coffee she asked, "You undressed me?"

"Yes," I responded.

Mother sipped some more coffee and said, "If I ever again come home like that, don't do anything for me. Don't undress me, don't put me to bed, nothing." I gave no answer, so she asked, "Okay?"

I agreed with, "Okay"

Two weeks later she made it all the way to the bedroom, waking me when she fell half on the bed. I got up, covered her, turned out the lights, and went back to bed.

By late spring, when we no longer required heat, I moved back to my room and there I was not bothered by mother coming home late. But by the time October rolled around I was back in her room.

No one told me how wrong it was for a teen boy to sleep in the

same bed with his mother. One Saturday morning I woke early

when mother rolled over laving her bare led across mv thighs. Half awake, she said, "Come on honey, it has been so long since we fucked."

I said to myself, she thinks I'm dad. I got an instant erection and wondered what she would do if fucked her. I resolved to fuck her someday but not that day. I had only begun to masturbate. Somehow, I determined that I was not old enough. I thought that maybe in a year or two. I scooted out from under her leg, went to the bath room, and beat off with vision of my cock going in and out of my mother's pussy.

Not more than four weeks later I was awakened when mother came home. This time she knocked something over before entering her bed room which woke me, but I pretended to be asleep. She was staggering but able to stay on her feet. She turned on the light in her room and turned off all other lights. Then she stood in front of her dressing mirror and slowly undressed. She then did something that surprised me she began running her hands over her breasts. She pulled on her nipples and they seemed to grow. They had grown right along with my dick. Her hands now went down to her groin where one hand appeared to disappear inside while the other hand began to rub at the front of her pussy. A soft moan came from her mouth.

I could not help what I did next-1 sat up to get a better look because the dressing mirror did not give me a complete view and mother had her back to me. She saw my movement in the mirror, immediately removed her hands, and turned around. I rubbed my eyes sleepily but not before impressing on my mind a picture of my beautiful naked mother. A picture I would masturbate to for some time.

When I stopped rubbing my eyes and looked at mother, she was staring at me like she was trying to determine who I was. She was not trying to cover herself or anything. She then turmed back to the mirror, looked closely at her face, closed her eyes, and fell back on the bed. Her head had come just short of hitting my thigh. Looking at her face-up on the bed, with her smooth round breasts, erect nipples mounted on pink puckered areolas, and her flat belly above the triangle of golden hair; I thought her to be the most beautiful thing on earth. And another picture to alternate with the first.

I asked if she was okay and she slurred out, "I'm fine."

I asked if she wanted covered and she snapped for me to go to sleep. Instead I got up and went to the bathroom where I beat off having the most copious ejaculation to that point in my life. When I came back, I asked in a loud voice, "Mom are you awake?" Getting no answer, I decided to see what else I might be able to see. Her knees were parted about 10 to 12 inches. I could see her pussy, but it appeared as a single fold of skin surrounded by short golden hair. I wondered what was inside. (If one never saw an open mouth one would never know about teeth and tongues.) I could not go on without opening that pussy.

I touched both knees, one with each of my hands. She did not react in anyway. I slowly moved her knees farther apart. Her pussy opened slightly. I could not open her knees further without lifting her knees so lifter her knees and spread them. Her pussy was opening so that I could see her bright pink inner lips just opening to reveal their secrets and there seemed to me much creamy juice present. I was about to dip a finger in her juicy pussy when her entire hand beat me to it

I watched as her hand pulled a bunch of her juice up to the front of her pussy where I later learned a woman's clitoris was and she began rubbing. Still holding her knees and spreading her open to my view I asked in a loud voice, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Getting no response, I continued to spread her legs farther apart and watch her pussy open further and leak thick liquid as she continued to stroke her clit. Suddenly she pulled her knees out of my hands and to her chest while moaning quite loudly and keeling over on her side.

I could see her pussy partially open, all wet, and inflamed and my hard dick sticking out from under my night shit pointing right at it. I was about to venture forward when she said, "Leave me alone and go to sleep." Once again, I went to the bathroom and jacked off.

When I came back, she was under the covers and I asked if she was awake. She told me to go to sleep.