Edward: Motherly Love

*This story is a bit long, I understand some people complain about the length of some stories so I’d like to let you all know upfront. I am submitting this as one complete story at this time. I do not intend to second one second one. As I am always working on new ideas. Enjoy and comments always welcome.*

Edwards Motherly Love

Part I

Thunderstorms always gave Edward Adams the frights. Even now, at the
ripe old age of twelve, he became frightened at the claps of thunder and
the sudden bright flashes of light from the lightning. In the dark of his
bedroom they seemed to take on a more frightening quality. He was ashamed
to admit it, but he wanted the closeness of his mother. She would comfort
him with soothing words and hold him until he went to sleep or the storms
would pass as they always did.

Tonight was no different than any other story summer night. The
lightning flashed and the thunder rolled in great, window rattling blasts
as the storm vented its fury on the surrounding countryside. A sudden
vivid flash filled the room in a flash bulb effect, freezing everything
like a photo. The thunder crashed and Edward cowered under the blankets.
Finally he gave in and leaping from bed, he ran to his mothers room.

He flew down the hall and practically leaped onto the great brass bed
his mother, Helen, slept in. She had expected him sooner, and she was
pleased that he had held out longer than usual. She hoped that his fear
would subside as he grew older, and this was an encouraging sign.

“It’s alright, Eddy! Get under the covers and snuggle up. The storm
will be over soon, honey!” Helen said, tossing back the covers for her
frightened son.

“I’m sorry, mom! I tried, but the lightning…” He started to
explain and was cut off by another flash and boom of thunder.

He snuggled up to his mothers back, instantly calmed as are all
frightened children when their mother is close. Helen reached over her
hip and gave him a pat on the butt.

“Hush, baby! You did fine, just fine. Now try to go to sleep, OK?”

“OK, mom. Night.”

“Goodnight, Eddy.” Helen snuggled back down into her pillow as the
storm continued outside.

Soon, both Edward and his mother were asleep. Snuggled up against his
mother, Edward slept the deep sleep of a contented child. His mothers
body next to him was a universal calming agent that all children felt and
needed when frightened or anxious. He hugged her to him in his sleep, his
arm thrown over her side to encircled her waist.

Helen slept soundly and her dreams filled her sleeping mind. She was
a girl again and her boyfriend was trying to feel her breasts. She was a
good girl and although she liked him she was nervous about letting him go
this far. His hand was almost on her bra covered mound. She could feel
his manhood as it pressed against her ass. He was hard. His cock pressed
against her round ass. She involuntarily pressed aback at his erection.
His hand closed over her tit. Her ass moved in tiny circles against his
erect cock. She could feel it slipping between her ass cheeks.

She woke up. Frozen, she could not voluntarily move. Was she still
dreaming, or was she awake? She still felt a hand on her breast. The
cock she felt in her dreams was still hard and it was pressing between her
ass cheeks. Helen was puzzled. If she was still dreaming, why was she
wondering if she was awake? If she was awake, why was she still feeling
the hand on her tit and the cock between her ass cheeks? Very puzzling,
indeed. Unless…

The sudden crack of thunder snapped her out of her half-sleep.

There was only one answer. Edward! Her mind churned at the thought. It
had to be. She was certain she was awake, now. She lay still, collecting
her thoughts. Yes, a hand was on her tit. Yes, a cock was rubbing
against her ass and she now could feel the familiar softness of cotton.
Underwear. It was a feeling she knew very well.

The hand on her tit was warm as it held her gently. It softly
squeezed the firm mound. Her ass cheeks felt the hardness of the cloth
covered cock as it pushed into her cleft. She noticed herself pushing
back at the hard rod of flesh. What the hell was her son doing with his
hand on her tit and a hardon? She realized immediately that he was
asleep. He snored gently into her neck. She had to do something about
this.

Edwards hand was softly holding his mothers tit as he slept. In her
position on her side, her breast was exposed under her nightgown. His
hand slipped under the gown and cupped her bare tit. Helen held her
breath. His fingers stroked over her nipple. It stood up instantly under
the gentle fondling. She bit her lip as his hand held her tit. Her ass
pushed back against his cock. She realized he had a big cock for a boy.
Her boy.

The nightgown Helen wore was short and it had managed to work its way
up slightly as her ass pushed back against her sons cock. She could feel
the hard shaft as it lay against her ass, snuggling into the crack of her
ass. Edward shifted slightly in his sleep and his erect cock slipped
between her cheeks. She tried, but she couldn’t keep from wiggling her
hips back onto his cock. The cloth covered penis of her son rubbed the
underside of her cunt. Helen gasped as she felt it side over her
sensitive pussy to rest against her lips.

Helen wriggled her ass in circles against her sons cock. Then she
felt his shift his hips. He pushed his cock back at her. She reached
behind her and her hand slipped between them. She felt for the opening of
his shorts with her fingers and finding it she managed to hold the cloth
apart. Her sons erect cock sprang out of the opening to slap against her
bare, wet pussy. She held the hot, hard bar of boy cock in her motherly
hand for an instant then she did something mothers don’t do with their
sons cocks.

She pushed his cock up the cleft of her ass and nestled the head at
the entrance to her pussy. Edward slept on, unaware of his mothers
actions. Helen took a deep breath and pushing her ass back she felt his
cock slide into her cunt. Edwards had closed firmly on her tit, squeezing
it softly as his mother pushed her cunt onto his cock. She shivered at
the feel of the boys penis entering her pussy. It had been a long time
since a man had put his cock in her.

Groaning, Helen wriggled her hips onto the shaft of her sons cock.
She began to hunch her hips back at the sleeping boy. Her hips started to
jiggle in a slow motion as she fucked herself on her sleeping sons cock.
She felt the walls of her pussy close on his cock as they gripped him
tightly in their wet, slick embrace. Edward moved slightly. Helen
stopped her movements with her sons cock buried deeply in her pussy.
Edward humped against his mothers ass.

Helen began to mover her ass in time with her sleeping sons
instinctive movements. She fucked back as he thrust into her vagina. She
began to push harder against him. Her hips made small, regular jerking
circular movements. She was breathing raggedly as she concentrated on
fucking her sleeping son. The bed began to move with the steady tempo of
fucking. Helen felt the boys cock grow harder inside her. She wondered
for the first time if he could cum. She moved faster at that thought.

Edwards hand on her tit closed tightly around the firm globe and he
humped his cock deep into his mothers pussy. Helen picked up the pace as
she began to slap her ass back onto his cock. She felt his cock pulsing as
her pussy stroked up and down the length of the invading boy prick. Her
clit throbbed and she reached down to stroke the hard nub. Her fingers
found the timing of her strokes and she began to pull her pussy almost off
the boys cock then slam her ass back at him. Edward held his mother
tightly as she fucked him. The bed rocked and creaked with her efforts.
Again and again she slid her pussy up and down his shaft. She sank the
full length of it into her pussy and her hips churned against the
throbbing of his erect prick. With a few quick thrusts she was near
orgasm. She slammed her clasping pussy on her sons cock. It began to
throb hard inside the slick, hot tunnel of her vagina.

Helen could feel her climax at the core of her pussy. She held his
cock deep in her and her vagina massaged it with rippling motions of her
muscles. Edward clung to her his cock buried in her pussy. She held him
deeply and made little humping movements. Then she felt his cock jerk
once, twice, then his body stiffened. She gasped as she felt the boy
shoot jet after jet of hot sperm deep into her clenching cunt. Her
fingers rubbed her clit and her pussy held his cock like a fist.

Bucking back on his cock she felt his cum splash against the walls of
her milking pussy. He groaned and held his dick inside her. She continued
to massage his cock with her cunt as he shot load upon load of boy-cum
into his mothers cunt. Helen shuddered as her orgasm took her. Her hips
moved spastically on his rock hard cock. The cum leaked out of her pussy
and ran down her ass. She finally stopped, out of breath. Her sons cock
was still hard inside her. She remembered that young boys can stay hard
for some time, even after they cum.

A flash of lightning froze the image of the two, the boy clinging to
his mother, the woman panting for breath, her fingers buried in her cunt.
There would be another storm and another night. Helen made a mental note
to listen to the weather report, just to be sure.


Part II

There was another storm due to hit the area sometime in the night the
weather report had indicated. Helen Adams listened with more than the
usual interest to the nightly weather report. For the past three weeks as
the Summer thunderstorms had rolled across the landscape she had secretly
waited each night for her son, Edward, to rush into her room and hide
himself under the covers from the storms. She noted that he was beginning
to lose his stark fear of the fury of the storms and she wondered when he
would no longer need the comfort of his mothers bed to assuage his fear.

She had been fucking the innocent young boy as he slept in her bed
almost every night. She took advantage of his natural deep slumber and the
effect her closeness had on the boy subconsciously. As he slept snuggled
up to her she would use her hands or her ass to rub his young cock to full
hardness and then, while the boy slept, she would slip his hard boy cock
out of his shorts and fuck him. She had powerful orgasms while his young
prick surged in her steaming pussy spewing his boy sperm deep into her
waiting cunt while he slept through the entire incestuous act.

As she listened to the droning of the weather forecaster she
anticipated her encounter that was sure to come this night as it had
almost all the previous nights. Her pussy began to moisten as she thought
of her sons hard, young cock thrust into her motherly cunt and his
involuntary, instinctive fucking. Her nipples hardened under her
nightgown and her hand slipped inside the thin garment to cup her tit. A
low groan escaped her lips at the touch. She heard her son come thumping
down the stairs and she quickly withdrew her hand.

“I’m gonna get ready for bed, mom. Are you watching the weather?”
Her young son asked from the landing of the staircase.

“Yes, Eddy. Another storm tonight, son. You’re doing very well with
them, now. I’m proud of you.” Helen said, looking up at the boy from the
sofa.

She knew he still had a long way to go with his fear and her doctor
had praised his latest effort with his struggle. Little did the doctor
know that Helen was relying on his fear to drive him to her bed to help
her satisfy her lust. She smiled up at the young lad and knew that he
would be in her bed in a matter of hours.

“Aw, mom…I’m tryin’, but I still can’t help it sometimes. But you
help make it better. I just don’t want any of the guys at school to know
that I still have to get in bed with you sometimes. They’d make fun of me
and stuff!” Edward looked down at his feet in shame.

“Now Edward Adams, you just stop that! You might be surprised at how
many of those boys have fears just like yours. Fears they don’t want
anybody to know about, either.” Helen said.

She felt sorry for the boy and she knew he was right. Twelve year old
boys were not supposed to be running to their mothers beds for consolation
and comforting.