When I was much younger, I had a hot little body and I'd enjoyed exploiting it. I'd been a stripper - and a damn good one - but I was never a whore. I loved being the center of everyone's attention. I was lucky enough to get a job at a great club in midtown and made wads of money. Edward came strolling through the doors one day, I danced for him, and the rest is family history. He was older than I was by 10 years, but that just made him all the more attractive to me; I figured he was more worldly. He knew a lot more about sex than I did - and I knew a lot. We dated a little while, and before long he asked me to marry him. It took me by surprize but I figured "Why not ?" So that's what we did.

The 70's had been an awesome time, full of intense social upheaval and exotic sexual experiences. Girls like me - that is to say the conservative ones with "nice" upbringings - would never have been exposed to stuff like this before. I'd been raised strict Roman Catholic. There had been no way to escape Mass and Holy Communion every Sunday morning when I was growing up. My parents had even sent me to an all-girls' high school; I was the classic "good girl gone wild". I quickly found out that I loved having group sex; feeling hands and mouths all over my body was one of the absolute best feelings I'd ever had. I loved being surrounded by women's bodies; all soft tits and ass and mysterious dark holes. We joined a swinger's group and an exclusive members-only S & M club. That was fun. I really enjoyed being dominant, and Edward was a little on the submissive side. For a few years, we went to an orgy nearly every week. We were insatiable. We had sex all the time; at least once a day - most days, we fucked first thing in the morning and again the last thing at night. And we did it everywhere - in loads of outdoor locations as well as every room of our house (and all over the backyard.) There was a special place in a public park right outside of town where I especially liked to get fucked doggie style; that way I could see all the cars driving by and the totally surprized looks on people's faces as they realized what we were doing.
But that had all happened a long time ago. I'm 58 now and a grandmother. Poor Edward had developed a heart condition some years back and had been afraid to have sex ever since then. Didn't matter much because it had been years and years since he'd been able to get it up, anyway. The two of us usually slept in the same bed, but that was all. It was a king-sized bed, and he kept to his side and I stayed on mine. Once in a blue moon I'd ask him to give my pussy a good lick, but he always acted like it was a big chore; like it was too much trouble or something. Fuck him anyway. I really didn't need him anymore. I had a new best friend - my super turbo orgasmo dildo - my big, fat gyrating three-speed wonder. I masturbate with it every single day. I've even given it a name: Buzz.

Buzz satisfied me and was a lot of fun, but I missed the smell and the feeling of warm flesh next to mine. And I missed hugs and kisses and cuddling. I missed going to sleep next to someone and waking up next to them. Several times over the past couple of years I'd briefly considered having an affair, but had always talked myself out of it. I'm still not sure why I never did.

But my life changed dramatically after we got a computer and I started posting on forums and hanging out in chatrooms. It wasn't long before I was staying up all night having some pretty steamy erotic communications with a few interesting guys. I prefered chatting with younger guys, mostly in their late thirties and early-to-mid forties. They were all married men and they all had "mother fixations". I communicated with all of them only via e-mail for several months, until Ron (he asked me to call him "Ronnie") asked me if we could get together for an face-to-face meeting. I was nervous and resisted his suggestion for awhile, but finally my curiosity got the best of me and I gave in.

He asked me if I would please wear a knee-length skirt (all the better if it had pleats) and a white blouse, some flesh-colored stockings and a pair of low-heeled shoes to our first meeting. I didn't have any of those clothes in my posession, but I was fond of him and decided to indulge him. I felt really odd in this weird get-up, but when Ronnie walked into the bar he popped a boner almost as soon as he laid eyes on me. I thought he was quite handsome - much better looking than his online photos had led me to believe. We had a couple of drinks and hit it off splendidly. He asked me if I'd like to go to a hotel room with him.

But I'd decided if I was actually going to go through with this, I was going to do it in the comfort and privacy of my own home. The night before, I'd sat Edward down and I'd told him about my steamy communications with Ronnie and all the other men I'd met online who wanted to fuck their mothers. My poor Edward looked totally shocked. I told him Ronnie was coming over. I told him that he was going to have to stay downstairs and watch television or otherwize entertain himself while I had sex upstairs in our bed with someone much younger than him who would be pretending to fuck his mother. Ed looked a little sad and not too thrilled with the news, but what could he really say about it ? It's true that I wasn't a young woman anymore - but I certainly wasn't so old that I didn't care about sex, either. I excercised and watched what I ate, so I was in pretty good shape, especially for a woman of my age. My husband hadn't touched me or even acted like he was interested in seeing me naked in many months . . . I was more than ready for a good old-fashioned fucking, that's for sure.

So Ronnie and I left the bar and we drove across town to the house I'd shared with Edward for nearly forty years. We went in through the back door so Ed could protect his dignity at least somewhat. He was sitting there staring at the tv screen; I could see the back of his head sticking up over the top of his LaZyboy recliner as Ronnie and I went up the stairs hand-in-hand to the bedroom. I was trying to be quiet, but the third step from the top always squeaks bad. I'm sure he heard it.

I sat down on the edge of our bed and watched Ronnie pacing around, acting nervous. He was beginning to make me somewhat nervous, too, so I stood up and walked across the room and gave him a little hug to calm him down. He grabbed onto me and held me tight, burying his head in my bosom and breathing deeply. I was glad I'd remembered to sprinkle myself liberally with baby powder, as he'd requested. I heard him mumbling something softly under his breath. I tried to make out what he was saying, but I couldn't. I listened closer and heard him whisper to me under his breath, "I love you, Mama" as he kissed me full on the mouth and grabbed my ass.

A groan tore from way down deep in my belly. Pleasure centers were bouncing off each other and exploding all through my brain and body. I couldn't remember when I'd last been touched like this. I responded heartily by ramming my tongue into Ronnie's mouth and grabbing his crotch. His dick was hard and fat. I could feel its heat coming through his trousers.

He walked me back across the room to the bed and eased me down onto it, then pushed me gently onto my back. "I love you, Mama", he repeated over and over as he slowly undressed me and covered my body with warm wet tongue kisses. Then he stood up and took his own clothes off and laid down next to me with his head nestled between my breasts. I shivered involuntarily as I felt his warm breath against my skin. He began licking and sucking my nipples. His hard penis was pressing against the inside of my thigh, and I felt myself getting wet. By now, we were both breathing hard. Still, I was surprized to feel his dick push past my pussy lips and slide right into my hot and hungry cunt. It took my breath away. Ronnie started fucking me harder and faster, telling me: "It's just me and you, Mama - just me and you." - he repeated it and repeated it, the words coming faster and faster - until he filled my pussy with his thick sticky wad and collapsed against me in tears. "Thank you, Mama", he mumbled.

A few minutes later, he was licking my body on his way down towards my cunt. He tongued my navel, then spread my thighs and set to work giving my pussy lips and my swollen clit a real workout. And then I was coming and screaming - and I wondered in the back of my mind if Edward was able to hear any of this. Our house wasn't very soundproofed because we'd never had any need for it to be. Ronnie was whispering, "Cum for me, Mama" in my ear. So I did. Afterwards, I lay there, covered with a fine film of sweat and half-delirious with pleasure - feeling wave after wave of ecstacy wash over me.

A few minutes later, I could have used another orgasm, but unfortunately Ronnie broke the spell and said he had to get back home to his wife and kids pretty soon, but he said he'd be back the next week. So we got up and got dressed and went downstairs. I reluctantly kissed him good-bye and then he slipped out the back door. I walked past the livingroom on my way back upstairs for an encounter with Buzz to finish myself off. At first, I thought Edward was still sitting there staring at the tv, but then I listened to his breathing for a few minutes and could tell he'd fallen asleep. I couldn't wait to fuck myself with Buzz, and fell into a deep sleep with him still vibrating away inside my aching cunt.

When I woke up bright and early the next morning, Buzz was still inside of me, although the batteries had gone dead overnight. I made myself cum again almost immediately. Mmmmmmm . . . What an excellent way to start the day ! I showered, lazily got dressed and went downstairs. Edward was gone. I didn't know where he was, and I didn't care. I made myself a pot of strong coffee, got online and hit the chatrooms immediately. Mama was horny, and she was looking for her boys.

After last night's excellent experience, I was more than eager to play again - and the sooner, the better. OK, so Ronnie was unavailable for the next few days, but several of the guys I'd communicated with who fantasized about screwing their mother were online now. After a little playful e-mail exchange, I invited one of them (David) over for some big-time fun later that evening. He readily accepted. He asked me if I'd please be wearing denim shorts and white sneakers. OK - No problem. I can handle that.

I went out to the grocery and to the liquor store. Then I went home and putzed around cleaning the house for a little while. Edward came home shortly after I did. He came waltzing in the front door just like he always did, kissed me on top of the head and acted like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had happened here the night before. He made himself a cup of tea and a sandwich, then settled down in the LaZboy again to watch some more tv. He was still sitting there staring straight ahead when David arrived a little while later

I met David on the back porch and hustled him up the back stairs, just like I had Ronnie the night before. He was sweet and innocent-looking and acting. I liked him immediately. We entered the bedroom and I kicked the door shut behind us. David might have looked child-like, but his actions definitely weren't. He got right down to business. He fondled my breasts and started sucking my nipples while he grabbed my ass with one hand and my crotch with the other.

And then he started biting and sucking on my neck. It felt incredible, but I was surely going to have at least one hickey tomorrow - and at my age, too ! He unzipped my shorts and slid his hand down the front of my panties to my fat wet clit. He started finger-fucking me. I went limp and almost came right there and then.

I reluctantly pulled away from him and caught my breath. I undid his pants. I pulled his cock out and started licking it up and down. It was totally unlike Ronnie's penis. David's dong was long, slender and smooth. I eased his pants and underwear down around his ankles and grabbed handfulls of his ass as I drew his cock into my mouth and began sucking on it. He grabbed my head and held it in place as he started fucking my mouth and talking about what a good boy he'd been and how I was the best mother in the whole world when he suddenly pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his thick, juicy wad squarely across my breasts.

He suggested we take a hot shower to clean me up, which sounded good. So the two of us trooped off to the bathroom to get all wet and soapy. In the shower, David stood behind me and bent me over. He soaped between my legs and along the crack of my ass. His fingers were long and thin like his dick. He slowly introduced a long soapy finger up my butt. A second wet and soapy finger soon joined the first one deep in my asshole. I felt his fingers sliding in and out of my butt. I closed my eyes and gave myself completely over to this exquisite, full feeling.Then I felt him pull his fingers out, pull my asscheeks apart, and shove his rockhard prick up my ass. He reached around in front of me and rubbed my hard clitty with his soapy finger while he fucked my asshole. I arched my back and began breathing hard as I played with my own nipples. I threw my head back and allowed my entire body be rocked by several intense orgasms, one right after the other.

There are a few other boys I like to play with from time to time, but my two favorite "sons" are Ronnie and David; especially David. I see Ronnie once a week and David I generally see at least twice weekly. Yes, David is a good boy . . . He treats his mother well . . .