Mom my Uncle and I

Mom, uncle & me:
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Paul; I’m 34 years old and a career diplomat. I am 6’1” inches tall and still weigh 190lbs my football weight in college. I convinced my Mother to write her side of this story so you will be getting two sides.

Growing up I had a wonderful childhood, fishing & hunting with my Dad and a loving supportive Mother. I was a very good football player and won a scholarship to a top college. I played defensive end and outside line backer. I did not get drafted by the PRO’S so I joined the diplomatic core so I could travel. I spoke French, German, Spanish, and a little Italian thrown in.

I had never thought of my Mother sexually although when I was sixteen I accidentally walked in on Mom taking a bath. She had just stood up in the tub to dry off when I walked in on her. I froze when I saw her standing there stark nagged. Mom was still a beautiful woman at 33. She was 5’7 and weighed about 125 lbs. She had been a Gymnast in college and still worked out 4 times a week at the gym. Her 35c breasts with very nice pink areolas were still firm and her nipples pointed straight at me. She had just a little hair above her pussy and the rest was shaved off. Her pussy lips were full and for about forty-five seconds we just stood there in shock looking at each other.

I mumbled and stammered. God, Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in here. I rushed out and ran to my room. I had a hard on from seeing her like that and began to jack my self off. I didn’t have a lock on the door so when she walked in she caught me in the act. She had on her terry cloth robe and when she froze in the doorway it parted a little and I could again see her pussy. She said “OH, I’m sorry Paul I should have knocked.” Her face turned a deed shade of pink and backed up and closed the door but not before she took a long look at my cock. Now I wasn’t huge but I did have a nice 8 inch cock and about three inches around.

That night she came to my bedroom and again apologized for not locking the door. I think it is best we forget the whole incident, Ok? I said, sure Mom, but I want you to know you are very beautiful & terribly sexy women. She turned that shade of pink again and left. I noticed a slight smile on her face. We never spoke of it until just recently. It took quite a while for me to get that image out of my brain. Every girl I fucked for the next three weeks I imagined it was Mom. Finally I got that image out of my mind, but I never looked at Mom quite the same after that.

I spent a lot of time over seas, Germany, France, England and Switzerland. I fucked a lot of foreign women over the years. Most German women were full bodied with big tits. The French women were small with small breasts but they really like to suck cock if you ate their pussies. They didn’t bathe all that often so it took some time to get used to eating their pussies. The Swiss were exceptionally clean. Not easy to bed but when you did they would fuck your brains out. The English women were a little stiff with an odd since of humor, however once you got them in bed they liked to fuck, but very few would give you a blow job and they hated it in the ass.

Dad died four years ago while I was in Switzerland. I flew home for the funeral and stayed with Mom for a week. She was pretty broken up. Dad’s brother gave a great eulogy about his life. Mom spent most of the time I was home in my arms crying. The last night before I left to return to Switzerland Mom came into my room and crawled in bed with me. She said she wanted to be close to me before I left. We fell asleep curled up in each others arms. I woke up about six AM and found I was curled up behind Mom with my cock between her legs. The head of my dick was right at the entrance of her pussy. Without thinking I shoved myself a little closer and my dick pushed her gown into her pussy a little. I began to slowly dry fuck her, I heard her grown softly and say Dad’s name. I thought what the fuck am I doing? She thinks its Dad. I pulled away from her and went and took a cold shower and left that afternoon.

Two years ago I flew home to take a new post in the US. I called home and the operator said the number was not valid (I found out later they had changed the area code three years previously). When I got home a note said the door bell was out of order so I knocked but got no answer. I remembered where we kept a spare key so I used it to go in. I threw my bags on a chair and went looking for Mom. When I found there was no one downstairs I went up stairs. As I approached my Mothers bedroom I heard this moaning. I thought what the hell is going on. Her door was ajar so I looked in. I was flabbergasted at what I saw. There was my Mother flat on her back with her legs over this mans ass and he was fucking her like crazy.