Ten Steps To Pork Mom



By: Wolf Man ReX





As my mother bent over, her huge, milky white tits filled the front of her nightdress and, at the rear, and her ass cheeks split open revealing her hairy pussy. I guess she was too dumb to realize what she was showing me and too dumb to realize that although I was only just twelve I was as horny as a dog and gagging for my first taste of pussy - hers or anyone else's.



Up until then I had been interested in trying to catch a glimpse of my sister's fourteen-year-old pussy but she was smarter than my mom was and knew what I was up to. Whenever she caught me creeping round trying to sneak a peek she would tell me to fuck off in no uncertain terms. That was that then. 'Course, I was still able to snitch the odd pair of her panties out of the laundry basket for a quick sniff, but they didn't do much for me.



I guess I could have looked at all the pussy in my collection of Hustlers and Playboys but after a few flick though I had got weary of those whores and wanted the real thing.



This glimpse of mom's pussy was just terrific. I think then and there I decided to pork it. Fuck knows how, but I would.



I guess I am abnormal. Even amongst my pervy crew at school, they thought I was sick for wanting to pork my old lady and, naturally, I became known as 'mother-fucker'. 'Course, I'd sooner fuck THEIR mothers, but, like I said, I was so horny at twelve I'd take any pussy I could get.



Trouble was, how was I going to get the dumb fuck to let me pork her? I had only one advantage - I was smarter than she was. Mother and I had never really got along. Tanya, my elder sister, was the apple of her eye and I was just a crude punk as far as she was concerned. Step one of the operation then was to get into mommy's good books.



Yeah, I straightened up my act, cleaned my room, helped with chores, even spoke to her. She was gob smacked. I heard her telling my old man that, "Kevin must have a girlfriend." A girlfriend? Fuck! No girl would go near me with my reputation.



Step Two involved much present buying (ok, stealing) and general flattery on my part. "Oh fuck mom, don't you look nice - is that a new hairdo?" - Ok, I even left out the 'fuck'. She was so relieved to see me back in the bosom of the family that she bent over backwards to be nice to me too.



Step Three. "Mom, I'd really like to take you out on a date - just you and me." The old cow was charmed by the idea and much mirth was had by dad and Tanya too - fuckers.



Step Four. I chose a diner on the edge of town so none of my friends would see me. Mom had dressed up nice for the occasion and although it was nothing sexy, it did show off those fat boobs nicely - boobs that I was sure to be squeezing soon.



Step Five. Romantic Film. Carefully chosen to have a bit of passion too. Not a patch on a good porn flick though.



Step Six. Ask mom to drive us to a romantic quiet spot so we can look at the moon. The dumb fuck is charmed even more and saying she can't remember being out on such a lovely date. The old man never gets off the couch anymore except to get another beer.



Step Seven. Good, the place is deserted. We sit in the car in silence. Mom's probably thinking dumb thoughts to herself but I'm copping a view down the gap in her blouse at the top of those mammeries. Here goes!



I reach over and put my arm round her shoulder. She turns to me with an affectionate smile. Too late, she realizes I'm zooming in with mouth open. Confused she doesn't have time to react except to turn her head a little as my lips make contact with her face. I missed her lips but that doesn't matter - I head for her ear with my tongue instead. She's kinda struggling slightly but my arm round her shoulders has a tight grip and my other hand's up, copping a feel of her jugs.



"John, John, what're you doing?" she's trying to say, but by now it's fairly fucking obvious.



"Oh mom, mom!" I moan, acting like I'm in the throes of passion.



"No, no," she's saying, getting a little panicky, like she's stepped into the wrong movie.



I'm getting to salivate a lot over her ear and neck now and although she's trying to bat it away, I'm getting a good feel of her tits, which is genuinely making me feel horny now. Eventually though I have to give up - otherwise I'd have to rape the old cow and what fun would that be?



I hang my head in shame and look suitably contrite. After she's over the shock of my fumbling she's back in control again and starts to speak:



"Oh John, what on Earth did you think you were up to?"



"I'm sorry mom," I say in a suitably sorrowful voice. "I dunno what came over me."



"Well, let's say no more about it then."



Fuck - that's no good.



"No - I'm so sorry - it's just that I get these urges and you're such a beautiful woman," I say quickly.



She responds well to 'beautiful woman'.



"Oh John, I understand, but you're only twelve. You've got a lot of growing up to do before you learn to control those feelings."



Who wants to control them?



"Uh yeah, I guess so. I guess you hate me kissing you like that?"



Now it's her turn to look uncomfortable.



"No, no darling. It's not that at all. It's just that it's... it's... inappropriate."



Inappropriate! Christ! Not as inappropriate as something I just thought of! I try a little sob and like magic, her arm is round ME now.



"Shhh, shhh," she says.



"I wish I could die," I sob. I should get an Oscar.



"Come, come," she says, her little boy back in her arms for once.



I bury my head in her tits. Mmmm. She strokes my head. Now's the time. Inhaling that sweet scent, I go for....



Step Eight. I unfold from her arms, look her straight in the eye, wipe an imaginary tear from mine, then say: "Oh mom, you're so cool."



She smiles, flattered down to her in-growing toenails.



"Let me kiss you. Let me kiss you properly."



She closes her eyes and puckers up.



I kiss her, modestly, on the lips, but, as I hoped, the earlier action has got her wound up and her heart is beating rapidly. The kiss goes on for a few seconds longer than any filial kiss ever should and in those seconds lies my triumph. 'She's mine,' I think, but like the cautious angler reeling in his champion catch there is still more work to be done.



I initiate the parting and a new look travels between mother and son. That of equals, conspirators who share a common secret. She looks slightly guiltily at me but smiles nonetheless. No one has paid her a compliment in years and so she must take happiness where she can.



"C'mon," she says, still grinning. "We'd better be getting back or what will they be thinking!"



Yeah, what will they be thinking. Certainly not that mom's dangerously close to getting porked by some incestuous cock.



"Yeah," I agree, but making no attempt to move away from her. "I guess we had."



I drop my hand on her thigh and she doesn't move either. She's gazing at me, exploring my face as though seeing me for the first time.



"Oh John, you're so handsome. I guess I haven't noticed how good-looking you're becoming. Just like your father."



My father? Spare me please - I'd sooner top myself now rather than end up looking like that fat bastard!



Is it time? Is it time for Step Nine? Yes, of course it is.



I lean forward until our lips are almost brushing and this time it's she who cannot resist - even when I let my lips hang slightly loose and our tongues touch. I'd only ever done tongue-touching before with a kid in my class who I had to beat up afterwards in case he was a poof - it was nothing like this. This was electric and I almost lost control, but I still hadn't reached Step 10.



This time there was no resistance to my exploring fingers. She was like putty. Nah, not like putty; like a generous helping of something soft, warm, and silky smooth. There was no resistance as my tongue explored more of her mouth and my fingers clumsily undid her buttons. Christ, she even helped me by undoing her own bra strap so I could get a better feel of her tits. The fat nipples at the ends were rigid and I flicked them with my fingers, enjoying their rubbery quality. Of course, getting my cock in her cunt was still my main objective but I felt that at Step 10 there would be no more obstacles.



When I put my mouth to those little goodies, she began to moan. I'd had no practice at this, except from flicking my tongue over the cock of the guy at school - you know, the one I beat up. I seemed to be getting the same response from her as I did from him though.



She was muttering, "I mustn't, I mustn't," but I knew she was too far gone to stop now. I bet you that if I'd slipped my hand under her skirt right now I would have found a slippery mess. It isn't every day your son goes down on your nips.



I lost control a bit then. My hard-on was aching for release from my pants and I wasn't that sure I could stop from ejaculating right then and there. I persevered though and took out the sensations on her nips, squeezing and gnawing and biting them as hard as I dared. Mom had gone from moaning to groaning out loud.



I guess I could have carried on like that and tried to ease my way into her panties but that route could have led to disaster. Instead, I pulled back, put on my most sincere face, and initiated Step 10.



"Mom," I said. "I want to be inside you."



She was a taken aback by the sudden lack of attention on her nips as she was by my request. I tore my attention from her stiff little wet shining nipples that poked up towards me in the moonlight and looked in her eyes.



"John, you can't be serious!"



"Why are you denying me when you know your body wants it?"



"I don't know... I don't know what I want. Oh John, you're confusing me!"



I told you she was dumb.



I stuck my hand under her skirt that was rucked up with all the action and reached her pussy. Sure enough her crotch was soaking. She gasped a little at the touch and I held up my fingers to her face triumphantly.



"See? You want me inside you too!"



I could see her brain desperately trying to work it all out as her body betrayed her. I shouldn't let those cog wheels turn too long though. A brain can be a dangerous organ in the hands of someone as dumb as mom.



I kissed her again. By now, my lips were beginning to feel a bit sore and puffy from all the attention I'd given to her breasts. While kissing, which hopefully disengaged her struggling brain, I slipped my hand under her skirt again and skillfully, I felt, managed to disengage her panties too. With those suckers round her ankles, she was mine. Carefully unwrapping my painful erection, I moved in for the kill.



Really, I would have liked to have got down on my knees with a flashlight and explored that pussy of hers properly. I knew what they looked like from a host of split wet beaver shots in those mags of mine but they weren't the same as the real thing. But, for Step 10 to succeed there must be no hesitation - no beating around the bush, so to speak. Exploration would come later.



Anyway, to cut the story short, in the uncomfortable front seats of my dad's Chevy I lost my virginity to my mother. (That's if you discount a host of other less savory objects I'd tried putting my cock into over the past few years of discovering what an enormous amount of pleasure it could generate). I couldn't claim to be an expert and I doubt whether my twelve-year-old cock could deliver that, much pleasure but fuck her I did and I lasted for all of about ten seconds. But, oh, those first five seconds and the ball churning five seconds of orgasm I had after that were incredible. Mom was so worried she thought she'd actually damaged me in some way. It was difficult to explain that it was as if my balls had just been turned inside out.



Although I was quick, my main advantage was that I was ready again almost instantly and wanted more. We fucked a total of ten times in that front seat. Mom couldn't get enough of her new source of cock and I couldn't get enough of it being inside her.



Eventually, when we were all screwed out and sitting disheveled in the front seats we both realized that it was getting seriously late and so mom reluctantly started the engine and we drove home.



I love watching women drive. There's something really sexy about the way they concentrate on the road, their bodies seemingly passive and yet working to control the power of the car. I watched for a while but eventually could not resist undoing some of those hastily fastened buttons. Now I could play with my mom's breasts to my hearts content and she could not stop me - even if she wanted to.



We got home. Mom looked dreadful fearing that dad would somehow sense what we'd been up to. The dumb fuck was sprawled out in front of the TV asleep so, grinning guiltily at me, she gave me one last tonsil tasting, told me she loved me, then took herself off to shower and bed.



Me, I preferred to keep the smell of her cunt on me. I went to bed and wanked long and hard over the evening, replaying how perfectly my ten steps to heaven had gone....





If you liked this depiction of my real life experience then mail me at wolf_man_rex@yahoo.com