It has taken me a long time to get this down in writing. I am in my early 70’s, married when I was 34, found out my wife was having an affair and divorced when I was 41. The consequence of finding out about the affair had a psychological effect on me as I began to feel inadequate when it came to sex. It was between the time that the now ex-wife said she wanted to leave and when she moved out, that I just could not get a full erection to have sex with her and however hard I tried it just wouldn’t happen. After she’d left and moved out I was free to fuck any woman I wanted. However, there was still the occasion when my cock just would not stand to attention and I had to resort to the penile injection prescribed by my doctor. During this time there was only one person I could confide in: my mother, my 65-year-old mother. My brothers would not have understood and my friends would have made fun or laughed so I didn’t bother with telling them. I would visit my mother every Sunday and have a good lunch and it was after one such lunch just after the divorce that she broached the subject of my erectile dysfunction.
“So, Gerry, how’s your sex life these days?” she asked me, using polite terms instead of asking “cock problem okay now?”
“No, Mom, everything’s fine. Just watching the grand Prix,” I said, trying in vain to skirt the issue.
She came to sit down next to me on the sofa, one arm across the back of the sofa and her hand softly caressing my neck, her tits pressing against my arm. “You can tell me if it’s not working as it should, you know. I can help.”
“Help?” I asked, “How can you help?”
“So there is still that problem?”
“Well,” I began at which my mother put her other hand on my leg and started to slowly rub, moving ever closer to my crotch. I turned to face her and she suddenly put her lips against mine, grinding her now open mouth and pushing her tongue into my mouth, searching for my own tongue to play with. My mind was now a blur. Why would my own mother want to do this? Then I realised that my dad had died 16 years previously and she hadn’t had any sex at all since then and I was available.
I pulled away saying, “Mom, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Then I felt her hand on my cock and an almost imperceptible blood rush that I hadn’t felt in ages.
She said “Don’t fight it, son. You know you need this as much as I need it. Please let me help.” I put my arm around her shoulder at which point her hand was now firmly on my cock and rubbing it quite hard, trying to get some life into it. I felt it responding and leaned back, mother taking that as a signal to undo my zip. She reached her hand in and grabbed my cock saying “Ooo, there doesn’t seem to be much wrong there now, does it?”
“Jeeez, Mom,” I said and pushed my trousers and boxers down and off my legs onto the floor, my now hard cock there for her to admire. To my eyes she was actually looking at it with longing and admiration and bent her head towards it.
“Mom,” I began but as I spoke the words, she had my cock in her mouth and quickly began pumping her head up and down on my cock. Now although I have three brothers and she’d breastfed all of us, she still had a good pair of tits so I reached under her and felt for one and gently squeezed. She looked up, smiled and immediately slipped off her blouse, undid her bra and went back to sucking. I got hold of her tit again and pinched a nipple as her hand went below my cock and caressed my balls. I thought I was going to blow everything into her mouth but she suddenly stopped and stood up. She undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor then slipped of her knickers and knelt in front of me, took my cock in her hands and began sucking for all she was worth. This went on for a few minutes and, not having had any sex for a few weeks, I thought I was going to blow it all into her mouth. “Mom,” I said, holding her head but she lifted off my cock, put her knees on either side of me and settled onto my cock, guiding it expertly, as if she’d been doing this everyday since my Dad died, into her now very wet and, may I say as well, very hairy pussy. Without any assistance from me, she proceeded to hump my cock until it felt as if it couldn’t get any deeper. I reached up and took each tit in my hands, squeezed and pinched nipples till I felt my cock about to explode. “Mom, I’m going to cum!” She got off me, lay on her back and opened her mouth just as I shot my load down her throat.
“Jeez, Mom, I never thought you felt that way about sex,” I said as she swallowed all my cum.
She wiped the last drops of her lips, putting her fingers in her mouth and licking them clean. “Your father and I had 4 sons so you must know how many times it took us to practice at conceiving each one of you.”
“Well,” I said, “at least I know it all works just fine.”
“Er, I have to ask this.” I thought don’t tell me she wants this every week, not that I’d complain?
“What’s that, Mom?”
“Have you ever thought about having sex with any of your aunts.”
“Er, well,” I began but was interrupted by my mom saying, “Auntie Chrissie?”
“Why her?” I asked.
“I’ve seen how you check her out when we visit her. Well, have you?”
“Sometimes,” I said “but not lately.”
“Let’s go and visit her. I’ll give her a call and tell her we’re coming.”
“Don’t tell her what we just did.”
“No, don’t worry, I won’t say a word.” She went to the phone (we didn’t have mobiles or cell phones in those days) and after a few minutes turned to me and said that Chrissie would love to see us. Chrissie was about 6 years younger than my mother and must’ve been a stunner in her day which is why, I suppose, I felt the way I did. She just oozed sex appeal but sadly was still a spinster.
After the 45minute drive we arrived, Mom knocked on the door and almost as if Chrissie had been waiting for us at the door, it opened immediately and she was standing there, loose fitting top, her fabulous tits and nipples pressing against the fabric making mini peaks. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Her shorts, it was a warm summer’s day, had crept up into her bum revealing two gorgeous cheeks peeking out. Mom nudged me and brought me back to earth. In the living room I sat on the sofa, Mom next to me and Chrissie on the armchair. Without batting an eyelid and during the idle chat between them, Mom put her hand on my leg. I started slightly and glanced over at Chrissie who smiled slyly at me but quickly went back to chatting to Mom. Mom’s hand slowly rubbed my thigh but I quickly got up and said, “Shall I make us some tea?”
“That would be lovely,” said Mom. I went into the kitchen, relieved that I got some time to cool down. I got the cups out and while the kettle boiled I went back to the living room. Chrissie was now next to Mom on the sofa and kissing with all the sexuality of lesbian lovers. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, Mom’s hand under Chrissie’s top and fondling her tits. I said “Sorry,” and turned to leave but Chrissie said, “Come join us, please.”
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