Tor Kung: My Mother Taught Me

“Oh, Mother, I… I think you are gorgeous!”

“Then Momma will show her tits to her little baby.” She provocatively twisted her body back and forth so that the breasts slowly worked themselves out into the light. Suddenly the nipples were there. Tanned and excitingly large, with small crisp areolas. The breasts were miracles of beauty. They had a double curve, something like a pear, but not so pointed. The line of the curve was incredibly beautiful. For all her whiteness, I realized that Mother was a little tanned, because the breasts were even whiter. I could see the line where her halter had been. This was especially exciting, because it gave a sense of the breasts being spotlighted.

“In a moment you will touch them, Lars. Handle them. Suck them. But first I want you to see the rest, to see my cunt!” She unzipped her skirt. It was tight and she had to wiggle out. She exaggerated the motion for me. smiling almost wantonly. It was off. She lay there in only her pants and silk stockings. MOTHER! Lying there like that, smiling up at me. My eyes were so eager to see that they were confused. I tried to see everything at once, running from her breasts to her pants, to her open mouth, to her thighs so sexually naked above the stockings, to-the nipples, to the belly, to the pants…

“Poor little baby. It is hard for you to take it all in? Well, look behind you. I've moved the mirror so it shows the bed. I wanted us to be able to watch you fucking your mother. It gives a perspective that allows you to somehow have what you're having even more. The motion pictures you'll make of me will do the same thing. But look now and see how it makes it even more sexual seen at a distance.”

She was right. I saw her stretched out on the bed the white pants on the rose flesh, the white thighs above the dark stockings. I could take it all in better somehow or in a different way. As I watched, she moved until she was lying across the bed, her knees up and her buttocks just at the edge. “It makes me look like a whore in the mirror, doesn't it, Lars. Well I am. And I want to be. Because that's what you really like, Lars. And I love it. For the first time in my life I can allow the slut in me to show without feeling dirty. You make me feel somehow wanton and clean at the same time. But you do make me want to be a whore for you. And I will be. All you have to do is take off my pants.” I was suddenly shy again. It was absurd, but there it was. “Come on, darling, please take off mommy's panties,” she coaxed. “If you do that, you will have me in your power forever. Once we cross that line, I can never return to any pretence. Once you've played with my cunt, I can never again pretend to be your equal. From then on something in us will always remember you have had me in the incredible intimacy of fucking that doesn't allow me to be respectable in front of you. Inside we will know that I have whimpered under you, begging, without any pride left. Think of the obscenity of it, Lars. Think of this scene. Mother and son. Think what people would say. It is indecent and depraved. For me to be begging you to take your momma's pants off. But I do. I'm begging you to put your finger's in your mother's pussy. To play with me, to make my cunt juices smear your fingers. You will have it all my son if you just take off momma's panties.” (Impossible! The girls, yes. Or Annie. But to take off Mother's pants!) “Just a little courage, sweet, and I will be your plaything forever.” (The power moved in my blood. I stepped closer. Her crotch was sopping. The pants were transparent where they were soaked over her cunt.) “How does it feel Son, to see that you make Mother so hot it pours out of her?” (I reached. I slid my finger into the right leg and pulled the silk aside.) “Oh, yes, yes. That's even more obscene. Oh, you are lovely.” The hair was, surprisingly, red. Or a red-gold. Dark where it was wet. I stroked her and she began to moan. I slid my fingers into the slit. She moaned louder. I teased the clitoris and she began bucking spasmodically. (My fingers are in my mother's pussy, my mother loves it.) But I wanted inside. I slowly trailed my finger down to her hole. Mother's cunt hole. It was a pool! I stroked the edges again and again, occasionally letting my fingertip dip in just a tiny bit. There was a loud liquid sound. Her body kept straining up, obviously wanting to be entered. I pretended I was finally going to slide my finger in, but always stopped at the last second, returning to stroking the entrance. Again and again I led her to expect my finger inside; always drawing back at the last second. She, writhed and begged me. She reached down and took my wrist, trying to drive the finger in her.

“Stop that,” I ordered, the power clear in my voice. “Oh, yes, Son. Forgive me. I know you are my master now and I must beg for what I want. But, oh, I want it so much! Please put your finger in. I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck me. You can fuck me in the ass. I'll suck your cock. Anything! But please stick something in me.”

I made her wait another moaning minute, then I slowly slid my finger in. She let out a long, deep sigh. I moved the finger slowly in and out. Two fingers.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that's so nice. Do that, little baby. Finger-fuck your mother. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. O, God, I'm coming. Oh sweet mother of Christ, I'm coming. I'm dying. Ohhhhhhhh…”

She shook all over, straining up. Her cunt fluttered. Then she finally sank back, making little bleats of pleasure. Seeing her come and sensing how I was her master now for always, the savagery blazed in me. I twisted my hand in her delicate pants and ripped violently. They shredded. I ripped the torn shreds till there was only the tattered elastic at her waist. I left it because I liked the effect. She sleepily spread her thighs so I could see her cunt fully. The hair was golden, red, Titian, auburn. It formed a rich, but groomed triangle. The hair was abundant, but not a jungle like Gunilla's. Gunilla's was barbaric. Mother's was Grecian. (I noticed how the fine hair revealed the dark flesh underneath.) I toyed with it. She immediately began the slow, sensuous rhythm. I moved my fingers down until they brushed her ass hole. She jumped and began to tremble.

“Oh;” she whispered in a tiny voice. “Yes, yes. Do that. I love it.”

I could hear a note of shyness. “Do what, what, Momma?”

“Just do it. Please don't make me say it.”

“Oh, but you must tell your boy what to do if you want something bad and unnatural, Mom.”

“Yes, I know I have to say it. That you want to force me to say it. You want to hear me tell you to stick your fingers in my ass. Your mommy loves that, Lars. And later she will teach you to put your little boy's cock in her ass. But, please, now darling, put your finger into my ass hole. Mommy loves it. Please, baby.”

I wet my finger in her cunt and oiled the mysterious little crinkled hole. It was pulsing open and shut. I put a finger tip in. Mother gasped. I massaged the opening, gradually slipping my finger in. I could feel a strong, attractively smooth ring of muscle gripping me. I pushed further. My finger suddenly slid past the half inch of muscle tube and entered the insides of her. It was in a space larger and stranger than her cunt. She was getting hysterical with pleasure.

“Oh, that's nice. That's so nice! Stand a little to the side, Lars, so mommy can watch. Oh, yes, I can see now. It's so incredibly obscene! I love it. I've always wanted it to be like this. To give myself up to this wildness completely, beyond decency. God, Lars, you can do anything to me and I feel wonderful. I can watch myself being a whore in the mirror and feel beautiful! Never, never has it been like this.”

I worked my finger out and in, and at the same time slid my thumb in her cunt hole. She began coming again, yelling and twisting. She came repeatedly.. After a while, she subsided. I took off my clothes. When she opened her eyes again and saw my body, she went a little crazy. Then reached for my penis, and began crooning to it while she touched it with extreme delicacy. Her expression was completely wanton now: “See, Lars, your mother is playing with your cock! She is feeling your balls and stroking your cock. And Lars, you know what your mommy wants to do now? She wants to suck you! Think of it, your pure innocent, holy aristocratic, sacred mother wants, needs, desires, begs to suck your cock. May I, Lars? Just a little? I will be so gentle. May Mommy suck her dear little boy's sweet baby cock?”