The day my father died, was the day it started, they told me.
That was the day my mother changed.
Some said it was shock, and assured me it would fade away.
She wasn’t suffering from depression, and not quite catatonia.
When I arrived home I could see exactly what they meant.
She moved like she was in a trance, quiet and listless. She slept a lot, and talked very little.
She peered out the window for hours and listened to people speak, but what she was really seeing and hearing, no one could tell me.
She didn’t seem to be in distress, or distraught. There was no weeping or crying, just a state of unemotional unresponsiveness.
“Dee is in a state of denial, perhaps a kind of mental break with reality.” The doctor said to me,
“The event was an overload, so she detached from it. Just keep an eye on her, she may come out of it. At this point, there’s nothing I can do.”
“I live out-of-state.” I replied. “My parents and I, we weren’t close, to tell you the truth. My grandparents raised me from early on. I don't really know my mother.”
“That’s a shame. But I recommend staying with her anyway, until you can figure out her care.”
So I moved into their house.
My parents were young when they had me - my father was twenty, and my mother was eighteen.
She was five foot nine, with a curvy build, and dark hair, a cute pert nose, freckles and hazel eyes.
My friend Jimmy would tell me she was hot, good-looking; had the best boobs of all the mothers he knew, but I never really noticed.
My mother and father just weren’t around that much. I always felt like I was a surprise, a little intrusion into their lifestyle.
My parents, traveling for long periods of time, made arrangements for me to stay with my grandparents.
It was a fact that my grandparents had basically raised me.
By High School I was going months without seeing my parents. By graduation both my grandparents had passed and I was living alone, spending time packing up their house, which they left to me.
I skipped college and moved to the city to start work at a marketing firm. I had turned my Grandparents old house into an Airbnb, and I started my life in the city.
Two years later, just after I turned twenty, I got the call about my father.
I put my life on hold and traveled to their house.
My mother was just thirty-eight.
I hired Maria, a live-in caregiver to take care of the basics that my mother could no longer handle. Things like getting up in the morning, getting dressed, bathing and nutrition. Maria handled all of it, while I stayed on to support her as best I could.
“Is she getting better, you think?” I said one day.
‘That person you knew is gone.” Maria replied. “Never to return.”
“Never?”
“I’ve rarely seen someone so lost inside their mind. Your mother won’t be coming back.”
“Why do you say that?”
“This is her new real. You see?”
I didn’t see, not yet.
Then came the Pandemic. And the lockdown.
Maria left to take care of her own family.
We were on our own, for a while at least.
All of our groceries and staples were now delivered, as going out was no longer an option.
The house had an entertainment system, a workout space, a sauna and a wine cellar. All the bells and whistles, my father made sure of that.
So I settled in.
Dad’s large insurance settlement had set my mother up very comfortably, so she wouldn't have to worry about money ever again.
My job in the city started laying everyone off due to the Pandemic, so I quit to be with Dee.
Now I could “keep an eye on her” full time.
Now, with Maria gone, my mother was my responsibility.
She would eat if I put food in front of her, she would dress if I laid out clothes. I guided her to the living room in the morning and turned on the TV for her, but sometimes she would just look out the window.
Two months went by.
I found the box cleaning out Dad’s stuff.
It was well hidden in the master bedroom, a room I was never allowed in.
What was in the box altered my brain chemistry, that's the only way I can explain it. After I opened it, it became an obsession.
It contained over a hundred explicit Polaroid pics of a woman I recognized as my mother engaged in a variety of sex acts.
Some with men other than my father, some with groups of men, a few with women.
My father was in none of them, I reckoned he was behind the camera.
There were photos of my mother bound with rope and being screwed by a stranger, while a muscular arm reaching into the frame, squeezing one of her large tits. Another with my mother wearing a leather mask with a large cock in her mouth. Yet another with her sitting on the side of the bed with a thin, pale girl with red hair, both nude and kissing.
The hundreds of images modified and reshaped the way I saw the person I vaguely knew as my mother.
I don’t think I realized it at the time, but looking at the pictures I saw her as a sexual being for the first time.
Seeing her like that was like being introduced to a stranger.
Five months into being isolated in the house she called me “John.”
That was my father’s name.
We were sitting in the living room. She was staring out the window, watching it rain.
“John, come sit with me.” She said.
To hear her initiate conversation was rare, and I didn’t want to interrupt the moment by correcting her.
I moved to the couch and sat next to her.
She was wearing a soft, fuzzy robe, as she did every day. She was dressing herself now, and that was a win, even though I knew that the robe was all she was wearing.
She snuggled next to me and placed her hand on my thigh.
Unbidden, my cock began to grow inside my flannel sleep pants.
I hadn’t sex for almost seven months now, maybe more, and her touch was sent a shiver through me.
Her robe had fallen open a bit and I could see her large tits.
I put my arm around her and she put her head on my shoulder.
She took my hand and placed it inside her robe, on one of her bare tits. I could feel her nipple, as my hand closed involuntarily on her breast.
I froze, not knowing how to react.
If I pulled away, would it shatter this reality for her? How would that affect her in this mental state?
Would she slide into a depression if I denied this reality? Would she hurt herself?
I also realized that I was holding one of my mothers tits in my hand. It was warm, the skin was soft, and it was firm.
Her nipple was hard under my fingers.
“Why don’t you make love to me anymore John?” She asked, pressing my hand down onto her soft tit.
An image flashed into my head, one of the Polaroid pics.
My mom smiling, shirt unbuttoned, both tits out as a burly, hairy man holds one in his big hand, lifting it up slightly for the camera.
“I’m...waiting for you to feel better.” I replied.
“I feel perfectly alright. You know you can do whatever you want to me John.”
This was apparently true.
Cleaning out my fathers things I had uncovered a trove of information on their sex life. It seemed that my Mom was very submissive, and they had a large collection of toys they had accumulated over the years. Soft ropes, leather, cuffs, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, and a Polaroid camera.
And of course, the large cigar box of pictures.
An image flashed in my mind, one of the pics from the box.
My mom is on all fours, nude on a bed, her tits hanging, I recognize my fathers torso behind her, taking her doggy-style. A young, thin guy kneeling in front of her, his long, veiny cock in her mouth, his hand on the side of her head.
“I know, I’m just not in the mood.” I said gently withdrawing my hand from inside her robe.
She sighed.
“Well, alright.” Dee said softly and put her head back on my shoulder, one of her large breasts firm and soft against my arm.
Seven months.
The door to the master bedroom was open slightly.
I let Dee continue to sleep there, hoping it would bring some reality back into focus. Maybe it was reinforcing her current state, I couldn’t be sure.
I thought I heard a sound, and paused there at the door.
A kind of a gasp.
Maybe she was having a bad dream, I thought, so I looked in.
The covers were gathered at the foot of the large bed, and she was laying on her back, supported by a pile of pillows behind her head.
Her legs were drawn back and open wide.
She was rubbing her clit with one hand, while plunging her fingers in her pussy with the other.
I could clearly hear the wet sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.
Her big tits were jiggling softly, and I realized she was having an orgasm.
Hey body jerked powerfully a few times, and she pulled away her hands, thrusting her hips a little. She lay there trembling, making a soft moaning sound.
In the half light I saw her re-insert her fingers, and slowly move them in and out for a while.
She turned over, hugging a pillow and seemed to fall asleep.
I quietly moved away from the door.
An image flashes in my mind. One of the pictures
Dee is one her back, one hand holding her wet, pink pussy open, the other squeezing one of her big tits. Just to her side. visible from the waist down is a chunky, burly man, his cock thick and flaccid. Next to him is a woman, leaning forward holding a large flesh colored dildo, the head of the fake cock just inside Dee’s pussy.
My cock was very hard, so I went to my room to take care of it.
Nine months.
She was standing in the middle of the bathroom in her robe, staring out the window.
“Dee, what are you doing?” I said gently. “You’re supposed to be taking a shower.”
“Hmmm?” she said, turning to me.
“Your shower.” I said, pointing to the large glass-enclosed shower.
“Oh.” she said.
She paused for a moment then shedded her robe and reached for the door.
She turned to me, one hand on the chrome handle, her full, round tits jiggling slightly
“Aren't you coming, John?”
“I...I already took one honey.”
“Can you at least scrub my back, baby?” she asked.
“Y..yes. Yes honey.”
She walked into the large slate-covered shower stall and turned the water on as I watched. My mother, nude, soapy water cascading down her tits, her round ass. Her hands above her head in her hair, lifting her tits up, nipples dark and hard.
A Polaroid image of her popped into my mind.
A large man between her legs, his fat cock penetrating her as she watched, a look of pure pleasure on her face.
I shook my head and took a breath.
“John?”
She was holding a brush.
“My back, honey.”
There was plenty of room for me to reach in for the scrub brush. My Dad made sure that the shower was big. It probably could hold four people comfortably, and most likely did at one point or another.
If the Polaroid camera had been waterproof, my dad would have recorded that moment.
I ran the scrub brush along her back, soapy and wet.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
I could see one hand was between her legs, fingers dipping in and out of her pussy.
I took another breath.
“Okay, all done. You finish up.”
She turned off the water as I stepped to the bathroom door. I took a look back at the nude women standing there, just outside the shower.
She was gazing into the mirror.
“Dee, get a towel, and dry off.”
“Hmm?”
“Get a towel from the rack and dry off.”
She looked at me smiling, not moving.
“Can you do it Honey?” she asked.
I grabbed a large towel from the warmer and wrapped it around her. Rubbing the soft material over her body, I felt her tits, her shoulders, her firm round ass.
I knelt down and dried her legs and caught a glimpse of her pussy, her lips pink and wide.
Another image of a Polaroid picture popped into my mind.
My mother on her back, holding her pussy open for a young blond woman laying between her legs. The bonde has a finger in Dee’s pussy.
“All dry.” I announced.
“I’m so lucky.” she said, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips.
I allowed it.
She kissed me again and her tongue snaked between my lips.
Ten months.
One day she cut her hair. It was short, like it was when she was much younger.
“How do you like it John?” she asked, looking in the mirror.
“I love it Baby.” I replied.
“I felt like it was time for a change.” She said, hugging me, pressing her body into mine.
“I have the sauna heating up.” she said stepping away toward the workout room
“You turned on the sauna?”
“Of course silly. I know how to turn the sauna on. It should be ready now. Let's go in.”
“I’m not sure that's a good idea Dee.”
“Don’t be like that. I’m going in alone then.” she said, heading to the steamed-up door.
The sauna wasn’t huge, it was built for five or six. I could see that the rocks were fully heated, and steam had filled the space.
Dee dropped her robe outside and entered nude, sitting on the raised cedar wood bench. As I watched she picked up the dipper and ladled water on the rocks. Her nude body disappeared as the steam rose hissing from the rocks.
I started to disrobe.
Wearing my boxers, I entered and took a seat on the other side of the bench. I could just make out Dee near the dipper bucket.
“What are you doing over there?” she asked though the mist
“Just...stretching out a little.” I replied.
She moved down the bench to get next to me, pressing her big boobs into my arm.
“Why are you wearing these? Take these off. Remember your rules. ‘Clothing not allowed in the sauna’.”
“I think I should wear them.” I stammered. “I’m here to make sure you’re OK here.”
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without them?” she asked, one hand rubbing my thigh. “It’s going to get very hot in here.”
She reached past me to engage the lighting system, dimming the overhead and bathing the sauna in soft purple “therapy lights”.
Her tits brushed against me as she adjusted the lights.
“Oooh, isn't that nice baby?” she said sitting back, sweat beading on her boobs, dripping off her nipples.
My cock was now hard, very evident even in my loose boxers.
Head spinning, I found myself wishing I had brought some water when I rushed into the sauna.
I leaned back, a little light headed and closed my eyes.
Music was playing now, a distant rhythm, the heat enveloping my body.
I felt a hand slip into my shorts, and soft fingers wrapped around my cock.
Opening my eyes I saw a hand pulling my cock out of my boxers. Dees hand.
The sensation of her fingers touching my cock was electric.
I allowed her to continue.
The word “allowed” is not accurate. I had no choice, my body and primitive instinct had overruled my mind..
I started to speak, but was overwhelmed by the erotic feeling of of her hand stroking my hard-on.
Dee was sitting close to me, her hand now expertly masturbating my cock,one arm around me as we sat in the steam-filled sauna, tits pressed into my body.
She was staring at my thick cock, transfixed as she jerked me.
I breathed deeply, relaxed, my mind clear of every thought except the feeling of the firm hand on me.
Suddenly I was cumming, my cock jerking in her hand, my body spasming in waves.
My dick spurted a few long ribbons of cum back onto my stomach.
Cum ran down her hand as she firmly squeezed the last few drops from my twitching, softening cock.
She produced a small white towel, warm and moist, and began cleaning me up.
I realised that she had it ready, near the rocks.
“We used to do this all the time. I know you like this.” she said, moving the warm towel over me.
The orgasm had been intense, and I was breathing deeply in the moist air.
“I did. I mean, I do like it.” I replied, head back, looking at the purple mist.
Another Polaroid image.
Dee with a woman with very short hair. The woman is on her back and Dee is inserting a cock-shaped dildo into her pussy.
One night she came out to the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Dee, what are you doing?”
“We’re having wine.” she announced, pouring.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said
“Don’t be like that.” she said, leaning over to hand me a glass, her robe opening to show me her big tits.
She put a hand on the side of head and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
I let it happen.
I kissed her back.
Smiling, she went back to the couch and curled up, her robe open, and her boobs nearly spilling out. I tried not to look as she gazed out the window, but I knew she didn’t mind.
She wanted me to look.
She put a leg up on the couch, exposing her pussy, I caught a flash of pink in her dark pubic hair.
One hand absentmindedly played in the dark fuzz as she looked out the window.
“Can you trim this for me, Honey?” She asked.
“Where?” I asked
“Here. My pussy. I can hardly see it.”
“Your...pussy?”
“I don’t know how it got so long. I know you like it shaved smooth.”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
“But you used to, all the time. I don’t want to do it myself. I always cut myself.” She said.
“OK, yes, let's...trim you up.” I stammered.
Dee dropped her robe as she entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet nude, spreading her legs.
She was looking at her cunt, running her fingers through the thick curly hair in wonder.
I picked up the sharp little scissors and knelt between her legs. Carefully I began snipping her pubes, letting the dark curls fall into the water.
Her lips were dark and full, the shroud hiding her clit was long and pronounced.
As I trimmed away the hair I began to see her pussy in detail, and I noticed she was getting wet, her clear juices pooling the folds.
“Mmm, I like this.” she said, watching me snip away.
Every now and then my fingers brushed against her dewy lips and a little sound would escape her lips.
When it was short enough I picked up the shaving cream and put a dollop in my hand.
She watched me spread the thick foam over the short stubble and pick up the razor.
“This is my favorite part.” she said.
I began shaving my mothers pussy.
Or was it? I hardly recognized the brunette in front of me.
She had lost weight, cut her hair. My mother was nearly a stranger to me before all this.
Now this person, this woman was...Dee.
From the box of pictures.
She had been calling me “John” for a long time now, seeing me as my long gone father. Perhaps believing I was him, maybe wishing that belief into reality for herself.
And as for my reality
.
We had been living together, just the two of us, for the better part of a year now. Our lives had begun to blur together, details fading, memories, some coming and some disappearing..
The woman in the photographs comes into focus, my mother fading from view.
A Polaroid image flashed into my head.
Dee on her back, locking eyes with a thin black man kneeling between her legs, the tip of his long cock just inside those lips.
Her cunt shaved smooth.
“All done.” I announced.
Moving slowly and taking my time wasn’t just to avoid nicking her with the blade.
I had thoroughly enjoyed the slow process of shaving her.
Her pussy, once revealed, was beautiful.
It was also very wet, dripping down her thigh, her lips glistening.
Her lovely pussy was now inches from me as she leaned back slightly on the toilet, nude.
One hand absentmindedly fondled a breast as she watched me wipe away the shaving cream.
“So smooth.” She said, running her fingers over the freshly shaved areas.
I leaned forward to place a kiss on her smooth mound.
Then another.
I could smell her skin, feel the warmth of it.
I kissed the hood of her clit.
I extended my tongue, and began to gently lick the bud tucked under it.
She gasped and tensed, as if a small charge of electricity traveled through her. She spread her legs wide, and lifted her hips up, offering herself to my tongue..
Losing myself totally, I began running my tongue over her wet cunt. Sucking on her clit, licking her full lips, sticking my tongue in her hole to taste the juices running out of her.
I focused on her clit, now poking out from under the hood a bit, lapping away at it with with my wet tongue
The beautiful older woman that I once called my mother, her legs spread wide, breathing heavily, watched as I ate her pussy.
Suddenly she began orgasming, contracting over and over
“John, yes baby, don’t stop.” she cried out.
I did not stop, and Dee continued to spasm as she came
“Unn, unn, unn.” she grunted as she convulsed.
As her orgasm faded I continued gently kissing her pussy here and there, still lost in the overwhelming feeling that had swept over me.
My cock was throbbing.
I sat back and she stood, taking me by the hand and leading me to the master bedroom.
The large bed that I recognised from the many pics was still unmade, covers askew.
The beautiful brunette led me to the bed, turned and knelt down on the floor..
Her hands went to the elastic waistband of my flannel sleeping pants and pulled them down.
My hard cock sprung free. She took the length in her hand, stroking it, watching a thin stream of precum dangle from the smooth head.
“I love your cock, baby.” She said dreamily, kissing the wet tip.
Then she took it in her mouth.
As I watched my cock disappear between the lips of my lovely mother, another pic flashed into my brain.
Dee holds a cock, large, black and shiny with saliva, cum dripping off her chin as she smiles.
Holding my hard cock in her soft hand, she lovingly kissed the head and ran her tongue around the ridges of my mushroom shaped tip.
A thin line of pre-cum stretched from her tongue when she licked it.
She lifted it to lick the underside, flicking the triangle where the tip met the head.
All seven inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth, as she swallowed me. Dee slowly and expertly slid the shaft back out, the shaft wet and glistening with saliva.
“God I missed this.” She said, holding my thick hard-on in her hand.
She wetted the head, sucking the fat, bulbous tip in her mouth a few times, teasing me
Then with both hands on the side of my thighs, she took the entire cock into her mouth. Dee began fucking me with her mouth, sliding my thickness back and forth.
She paused, gasping for breath, still stroking me. She lowered her head and opened her mouth to allow a mouthful of precum and her saliva to drip onto her tits.
I watched her make love to my dick for a long time, making soft noises as she lovingly sucked me
Dee, the woman in the pictures, not my mother. I thought, my brain spinning.
“I don’t remember it being this big, John. I love it.” Dee said, slowly stroking the length of my cock, slick and wet from her mouth.
One of her hands had dropped between her legs and she began playing with her newly-shaved pussy, the other hand alternated between gently tugging at my balls and stroking the shaft of my cock between breaths.
I lifted her up and she obediently moved up onto the bed, laying on her side. I knelt on the mattress and guided my hard cock into her mouth, and reached down with my hand to lay my large index down the middle of her very wet cunt.
While she sucked me, I rubbed her clit, my other hand buried in her raven black hair, guiding her sucking gently.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and lay next to her, kissing her, running my hands over her large firm tits.
Sucking their hard nipples, feeling them erect in my mouth.
She moaned as I licked and sucked her boobs and slowly moved down her stomach.
I knelt between her legs and rubbed my cock along her swollen pussy lips firmly, until I felt the engorged head slip into her hole.
“Ohhh baby. It’s been so long.” she moaned. “You don't know how happy this makes me.”
All I could see was the beautiful nude women under me, all I could be is what she wanted, all I wanted was to make love to her.
Shaking like a junkie I pushed my thick cock into her wetness. The walls of her pussy felt like wet velvet as they enclosed my cock.
I watched my fat, engorged dick slide between her full lips, spreading her cunt open like a rose.
“That's so beautiful, baby.” she said softly, her hand resting on her shaved mound, two fingers spreading her lips wide.
I continued slowly sliding my cock into her, until my entire manhood was buried in her.
Her back arched as we ground our bodies together.
“Ooooh that feels so good Baby.” Dee said softly
Her hands were on the side of my face now, pulling me close and looking into my eyes.
“I love you so much John.” she whispered
“I love you Dee, so much.” I replied.
We kissed, my cock deep inside her, twitching slightly, her pussy futtering, gripping my dick gently.
I began to stroke her pussy slowly, amazed at how tight it was. Smiling dreamily at me, she flexed, gripping my cock with her pussy.
I sat up and took both her legs just under the knee, spreading them, pushing them back and down so I could watch my thick cock sliding in and out of her.
It seemed all of my senses were heightened, more acute, every sensation was sharper.
My cock was engorged, veins standing out, the tip fat and smooth. I had rarely been so aroused.
I was in an altered state, the reality that I was fucking my mother had faded away, like a dimming dream.
The woman under me was Dee, the woman in the photos, the woman I had spent the past year taking care of.
I paused to pull out and turn her over, her round firm butt now in the air. On all fours now, her large tits were hanging freely, swinging slightly.
I leaned forward to lick her pussy again, both hands on her cheeks, spreading them. My hungry tongue searched out her clit.
“Oh yes baby. Lick me. Lick my butt too.” She begged.
I ran my wet tongue up the length of her slit to her little tan starfish and flicked it. Her body jerked each time my tongue made contact.
I rose and slipped my fat member back into her pussy, watching her lips spread for my thickness.
“Ohh fuck, John. Yes, yes.” She groaned as my cock slipped into her.
One of her hands reached back to feel my cock as it did. She ran her fingers over my balls, along the underside of the shaft to where my dick was buried between her wet lips.
Her fingers then went to her clit, rubbing and pulling on the erect little bud.
I began to lose control, fucking her hard, pounding my cock into this gorgeous older woman.
“John, I’m cumming baby!” She exclaimed, tossing her head back, her dark hair flying.
Her soft body began to convulse powerfully as her orgasm wracked her body with pleasure.
I could feel her pussy gripping my cock with each intense spasm, and I felt my own orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum honey” I gasped, my own explosion very close.
Suddenly my cock began jerking inside her cunt, shooting streams of my semen into her pussy as I held her tight to me.
My mother, now a lover, transformed completely by her mind and mine.
A stranger made familiar by a year of isolation and a box of Polaroid photos.
Months of intimacy, temptation, tension, care, love.
Now the intimacy was embraced.
In my mind I was with Dee, and I had always been with her..
My body shuddered powerfully a half-dozen times, my dick pulsing inside her. I almost passed out, so intense was my orgasm.
I couldn't remember ever cumming with this intensity.
When I came back to my senses my arms were wrapped around her, both hands filled with her large tits, my cock still buried in her.
She was still shuddering, tiny aftershocks of her own orgasm traveling through her body in little waves.
I slowly pulled out of her cunt. My cock, soft and still thick, emerged until it flopped free. Dee lowered her head to the bed and raised her butt in the air and I watched my cum ooze out from between her large lips.
“You always cum so much John.” She said, flopping over on her back.
I laid down heavily beside her.
“God, honey, I love the way you fuck me. I don’t know why you waited so long, baby.” She said,
“I wanted to make sure you were...feeling better and OK with it.”
“Baby. You’re my husband. I’m yours. You can have me anytime, John honey.” She said cuddling up tight to me.
“I’d like that Dee. Is that what you want?”
“Of course it's what I want! What a dumb question.”
“Ummm. Are you going to bring someone home for me anytime soon?” She asked. “You know I love that too.”
“Whatever you want babe. Maybe later. After the Pandemic.” I replied, smiling reassuringly.
Dee laid her head on my shoulder.
What happened to that big Italian man, with all the hair and that short, really thick cock?”
“I’m not sure honey.”
“I liked him. I hope you can find him.”
“We’ll find someone.” I assured her.
“Maybe I should wear a condom when we fuck?” I said after a pause.
“John, did you forget? We took care of that years ago, I can’t have kids.” She said, smiling.
We moved about four months later.
After the Pandemic faded and life came back to normal, the relationship would be too difficult to keep secret, impossible to explain.
We sold both our house and the grandparents place and headed to the South West for the weather.
And a whole new life together.
We live in a sprawling suburb with thousands of other couples in the desert sun.
We host dinners, pool parties and back yard cook-outs.
A few ***********, close friends are invited to the occasional “Game Night”.
Dee’s with me, my name is John, and I’m her husband.
That’s our reality, and it’s a good one.