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Straight Female / 33
Stepping Up Into Momma's Shoes
My mom was 35 and I was 17. We were going through tough times living in a trailer park. Joe moved in next door, a welder and mechanic, Harley guy. He was salt and pepper, tattoos, a great big panda bear. He fucked my Mom soon after he moved in. My Mom was off the circuit, he caught her off guard and knocked her up.
There was an argument in the kitchen, my Mom described to him how he fucked her, all this in front of me. She told him to never fuck her like that again, she wasn't some filly in a pasture waiting on a stud. He apologized, told he'd remember, but damn she had an ass and he wanted a piece of that. She more or less forgave him, she was knocked up and couldn't afford to drive him off.
He started hanging around, after dinner she would sit on the armrest of the couch, rubbing his chest and kissing him on the cheek, then move around and slip down, unzip his pants and stroke his penis. When she started with her mouth she closed her eyes and made love to his dick. I sat there, watching her stroke him and love on his dick until he came jerk after jerk, she took it all in, she kept her hand around his dick and made sure she didn't give up a drop.
When we were alone she would tell me I was a filly, looking to be rode hard, but men wanted comfort sex, he could ride me like his Harley but when he came home to Momma he was hoping to know nothing but live. She would point her finger at me, never let him cum in the air, a man needs to cum in a warm wet pussy, or in her welcoming mouth. At 17 I listened, I was too scared to ask questions. Momma spread herself open for him, laid back and held him in her arms and her legs and encouraged him to make soft love. Comfort sex, she gave him comfort sex. He could get his kicks on his Harley.
When she was heavy with the baby she asked me to take over, make sure his nose didn't take him over to some wild mare when he could have a filly at home. He took to me like he did his Harley, rode me hard, I couldn't catch my breath, when he got off me I knew I could run but I couldn't hide. This old man tore me a new one and settled me in once and for all. For the next several months while Momma finished making her baby and bringing him home. Joe fucked me.
We moved to a rent house, Momma called Joe Gramps, most everyone thought he was my son and they were the grandparents. I went to business school to be a bookkeeper, and Momma stayed home, completely in love with her son. Sex had returned to normal, Momma took care of comfort sex, he rode me like he did his Harley. But things turned bad, my Mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which had spread to her liver and her lungs. Six months later we buried her and I was my baby brother's Mom.
Gramps moped around, I did what I could, kept up with the cooking, held him at night. But Momma still was there and the Harley in him was shut down. One night, after my brother was asleep I felt my Mom in me, I reached down and stroked him, and then closed my eyes and made love to his cock. When his heart was running I opened my legs and pulled him on top of me, put my arms around him and told him I loved him. Slowing him down took a few minutes until he got into his rhythm. My Mom was with me, that night he was going to make love, when I felt this unstoppable force take over I had my first ever orgasm, and he emptied his sorrow deep within me. I remembered Momma, he cums in your pussy, never let him cum in the air.
It was my first ever comfort sex experience, gone forever was the Harley, old Joe, Gramps, was home with his woman, from then until now it's comfort sex for my old man.
There was an argument in the kitchen, my Mom described to him how he fucked her, all this in front of me. She told him to never fuck her like that again, she wasn't some filly in a pasture waiting on a stud. He apologized, told he'd remember, but damn she had an ass and he wanted a piece of that. She more or less forgave him, she was knocked up and couldn't afford to drive him off.
He started hanging around, after dinner she would sit on the armrest of the couch, rubbing his chest and kissing him on the cheek, then move around and slip down, unzip his pants and stroke his penis. When she started with her mouth she closed her eyes and made love to his dick. I sat there, watching her stroke him and love on his dick until he came jerk after jerk, she took it all in, she kept her hand around his dick and made sure she didn't give up a drop.
When we were alone she would tell me I was a filly, looking to be rode hard, but men wanted comfort sex, he could ride me like his Harley but when he came home to Momma he was hoping to know nothing but live. She would point her finger at me, never let him cum in the air, a man needs to cum in a warm wet pussy, or in her welcoming mouth. At 17 I listened, I was too scared to ask questions. Momma spread herself open for him, laid back and held him in her arms and her legs and encouraged him to make soft love. Comfort sex, she gave him comfort sex. He could get his kicks on his Harley.
When she was heavy with the baby she asked me to take over, make sure his nose didn't take him over to some wild mare when he could have a filly at home. He took to me like he did his Harley, rode me hard, I couldn't catch my breath, when he got off me I knew I could run but I couldn't hide. This old man tore me a new one and settled me in once and for all. For the next several months while Momma finished making her baby and bringing him home. Joe fucked me.
We moved to a rent house, Momma called Joe Gramps, most everyone thought he was my son and they were the grandparents. I went to business school to be a bookkeeper, and Momma stayed home, completely in love with her son. Sex had returned to normal, Momma took care of comfort sex, he rode me like he did his Harley. But things turned bad, my Mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which had spread to her liver and her lungs. Six months later we buried her and I was my baby brother's Mom.
Gramps moped around, I did what I could, kept up with the cooking, held him at night. But Momma still was there and the Harley in him was shut down. One night, after my brother was asleep I felt my Mom in me, I reached down and stroked him, and then closed my eyes and made love to his cock. When his heart was running I opened my legs and pulled him on top of me, put my arms around him and told him I loved him. Slowing him down took a few minutes until he got into his rhythm. My Mom was with me, that night he was going to make love, when I felt this unstoppable force take over I had my first ever orgasm, and he emptied his sorrow deep within me. I remembered Momma, he cums in your pussy, never let him cum in the air.
It was my first ever comfort sex experience, gone forever was the Harley, old Joe, Gramps, was home with his woman, from then until now it's comfort sex for my old man.
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