Maman
I am Gerard Thibodaux. It was all so easy when I was a k**. Dad had a great job and Mom could stay home as a homemaker. Life was great. Then it all fell apart when I turned thirteen. Dad had a heart attack on the 7th green and so much changed.
Mom was devastated. She sat in her rooms day after day crying and railing against the fates. Being the only son, I came trying to console her daily. My sisters, three, for some reason were less bereaved about Dad in his passing. It seemed a calming had come over them. Later, I would discover the dark secret of this.
Mother seemed devastated but she pushed on to keep us as a unified family. Still it seemed my Mom kept a secret from me. Mom and my sisters for the most part, did not look at me straightforward after Father died. Their glances at me were cautious and downcast. WTF, in the current parlance, is what I thought and gave it little more thought.
Weeks later, my mom asked in a rather hesitant voice, “Are you truly your father’s son?” I was startled. What could she mean? Of course, I was my father’s son.
“Mom, you know I am.”
“Are you really? Can I believe that?”
“What the hell are you saying, Mom?”
“Then come upstairs to my room at 11:00 pm”
At that, she whisked herself about and ascended the stairs to the second floor.
At this point, my father had been dead for three months. Yes, you might say that 90 days were enough for me to get past my father’s death. Not really. I still grieved profoundly. All kinds of stuff whirled in my head about the passing of Gerard Thibeaux, Sr. That man represented the paramount of parish leaders. How could I come to grips with being his heir? Yet, my mother expected me to do this. I had to do this because my family depended on me.
I dutifully, at 11pm I ascended the stairs and made my way down the hall to Mother’s rooms. I knocked and entered to find Maman at her writing desk. She turned and smiled.
“Little One, you are now the man of the house. As you know, our house is great in this parish, thus you are now great until proven otherwise. Being great involves many things. First, though, you must prove yourself great to me.”
“And, just what does that mean, Maman?”
“To begin I would like you to brush my hair. OK?”
She handed me her tortoise shell brush and turned back to her mirrored visage at the vanity. She sat still waiting for me to draw the brush through her hair. This was strange to me. This ritual normally was usually relegated to one of my sisters. Why me, why now?
As I drew the brush through her long auburn hair, I noticed a softening of her composure. She became more relaxed and seemingly leaned back into me. Stroke by stroke she softened.
“Oh, Gerard, you are so gentle.”
“Yes, Maman, I will always be gentle with you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, Maman.”
She turned and looked up at me and said, “Kiss Me.”
Startled I was unsure of what to do. However, that upturned yearning face made my decision for me. I leaned down and put my lips against hers and almost instantly, my cock began to rise. I did not know what to do. I do not know how the warmth of her lips and the pure sensuality captured me. I just know it did it. I folded her in my arms and continued the kiss. I let my hands fall from her shoulders to her breasts. The nipples were already hard and gave me great pleasure to stroke them.
End of part 1
Part 2
Mother gave a soft moan. The moan of hers gave me the liberty to go further. Maman was a beautiful woman and I had had carnal thoughts of her before. Now, I felt unleashed in my desires.
I grabbed her forcefully in my arms and kissed her as a woman of my own. Deeply I kissed her. My cock so hard that the thought of what I was doing was gone. I only knew that I wanted this woman. If I could not have her, I would burst.
My hands stroked her back and down to her luscious derriere. Such a supple ass. My cock throbbed and I knew then that I would have my Maman. I would have her deeply; I would have her completely. She pulled from our fevered embrace. Then she quickly divested herself of that elegant dressing gown.
Who was I to stay clothed? Especially at this moment. With Maman’s help I shed my tank top and grungy jeans. Down she went, grasping my 7 inch cock in her mouth. Up and down, she went until I thought I would blast away in her throat, she pulled back. And said,
“Gerard, put yourself in me”.
At that moment, my desires and Maman’s wishes coincided. I drew myself up and lay lengthwise upon her, feeling the heat of her desire against mine. I gathered myself and she guided me within that hot sanctuary of her need. With her guidance, I obtained entrance to the sanctuary.
It was almost more than I could bear when I first entered the wetness of my Maman. The struggle to contain myself became a battle of my senses over sensuality. Too often, I had fantasized of being where I was now. My dream and reality were disoriented. It sucked me into the vortex and I was on the verge of drowning.
Part 3 cumming soon!
A slow rhythm began. In and out of her wet garden I went. I kissed her fervently and kneaded her full breasts with their hard nipples.
"Oh, Gerard! Do it harder. Go deep in me. Give me all of you".
And I did. I gave her full length thrusts that had us both arching our backs. She grasped the cheeks of my butt and pulled me into her with each stroke. She released my butt and pulled her legs back as far as she could.
"Fuck me hard, Gerard. Pound that cock into me. I'm going to cum".
I pounded and kept pounding asIi saw a red flush coming from her upper chest into her face. She was panting. Suddenly I felt a rush of wetness gush from her and she quivered.
Still breathing heavily she said, "That was so good, son. I haven't cum like that in many years. We have got to do this again soon".
Part 4
I gathered my clothes and walked naked from Maman's chambers. My wet cock was still half hard. In the hall my second sister, Leigh, saw me. "It looks like you have been with Maman. I guess you want one of us girls next.
Well, that's what Dad always did. He would fuck Maman and then seek out one of us to finish with. He even had all three of us at once when he was really horny. He especially liked to put his cock in my ass while I sucked on Cicely's fat clit. She would always squirt her hot juices on my face. I liked that. Would you like that? I listened at the door while you had Maman. I fingered myself while listening and am now so wet. I see your cock is getting hard again. You must want something. Do you want me"?
"Uh, Leigh, I don't know what to say. I've just had sex with my mother and now my little sister is making me hard again".
"There's nothing to say. Just do. Shall we use my room or yours? I'm so horny for your cock".
Mom was devastated. She sat in her rooms day after day crying and railing against the fates. Being the only son, I came trying to console her daily. My sisters, three, for some reason were less bereaved about Dad in his passing. It seemed a calming had come over them. Later, I would discover the dark secret of this.
Mother seemed devastated but she pushed on to keep us as a unified family. Still it seemed my Mom kept a secret from me. Mom and my sisters for the most part, did not look at me straightforward after Father died. Their glances at me were cautious and downcast. WTF, in the current parlance, is what I thought and gave it little more thought.
Weeks later, my mom asked in a rather hesitant voice, “Are you truly your father’s son?” I was startled. What could she mean? Of course, I was my father’s son.
“Mom, you know I am.”
“Are you really? Can I believe that?”
“What the hell are you saying, Mom?”
“Then come upstairs to my room at 11:00 pm”
At that, she whisked herself about and ascended the stairs to the second floor.
At this point, my father had been dead for three months. Yes, you might say that 90 days were enough for me to get past my father’s death. Not really. I still grieved profoundly. All kinds of stuff whirled in my head about the passing of Gerard Thibeaux, Sr. That man represented the paramount of parish leaders. How could I come to grips with being his heir? Yet, my mother expected me to do this. I had to do this because my family depended on me.
I dutifully, at 11pm I ascended the stairs and made my way down the hall to Mother’s rooms. I knocked and entered to find Maman at her writing desk. She turned and smiled.
“Little One, you are now the man of the house. As you know, our house is great in this parish, thus you are now great until proven otherwise. Being great involves many things. First, though, you must prove yourself great to me.”
“And, just what does that mean, Maman?”
“To begin I would like you to brush my hair. OK?”
She handed me her tortoise shell brush and turned back to her mirrored visage at the vanity. She sat still waiting for me to draw the brush through her hair. This was strange to me. This ritual normally was usually relegated to one of my sisters. Why me, why now?
As I drew the brush through her long auburn hair, I noticed a softening of her composure. She became more relaxed and seemingly leaned back into me. Stroke by stroke she softened.
“Oh, Gerard, you are so gentle.”
“Yes, Maman, I will always be gentle with you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, Maman.”
She turned and looked up at me and said, “Kiss Me.”
Startled I was unsure of what to do. However, that upturned yearning face made my decision for me. I leaned down and put my lips against hers and almost instantly, my cock began to rise. I did not know what to do. I do not know how the warmth of her lips and the pure sensuality captured me. I just know it did it. I folded her in my arms and continued the kiss. I let my hands fall from her shoulders to her breasts. The nipples were already hard and gave me great pleasure to stroke them.
End of part 1
Part 2
Mother gave a soft moan. The moan of hers gave me the liberty to go further. Maman was a beautiful woman and I had had carnal thoughts of her before. Now, I felt unleashed in my desires.
I grabbed her forcefully in my arms and kissed her as a woman of my own. Deeply I kissed her. My cock so hard that the thought of what I was doing was gone. I only knew that I wanted this woman. If I could not have her, I would burst.
My hands stroked her back and down to her luscious derriere. Such a supple ass. My cock throbbed and I knew then that I would have my Maman. I would have her deeply; I would have her completely. She pulled from our fevered embrace. Then she quickly divested herself of that elegant dressing gown.
Who was I to stay clothed? Especially at this moment. With Maman’s help I shed my tank top and grungy jeans. Down she went, grasping my 7 inch cock in her mouth. Up and down, she went until I thought I would blast away in her throat, she pulled back. And said,
“Gerard, put yourself in me”.
At that moment, my desires and Maman’s wishes coincided. I drew myself up and lay lengthwise upon her, feeling the heat of her desire against mine. I gathered myself and she guided me within that hot sanctuary of her need. With her guidance, I obtained entrance to the sanctuary.
It was almost more than I could bear when I first entered the wetness of my Maman. The struggle to contain myself became a battle of my senses over sensuality. Too often, I had fantasized of being where I was now. My dream and reality were disoriented. It sucked me into the vortex and I was on the verge of drowning.
Part 3 cumming soon!
A slow rhythm began. In and out of her wet garden I went. I kissed her fervently and kneaded her full breasts with their hard nipples.
"Oh, Gerard! Do it harder. Go deep in me. Give me all of you".
And I did. I gave her full length thrusts that had us both arching our backs. She grasped the cheeks of my butt and pulled me into her with each stroke. She released my butt and pulled her legs back as far as she could.
"Fuck me hard, Gerard. Pound that cock into me. I'm going to cum".
I pounded and kept pounding asIi saw a red flush coming from her upper chest into her face. She was panting. Suddenly I felt a rush of wetness gush from her and she quivered.
Still breathing heavily she said, "That was so good, son. I haven't cum like that in many years. We have got to do this again soon".
Part 4
I gathered my clothes and walked naked from Maman's chambers. My wet cock was still half hard. In the hall my second sister, Leigh, saw me. "It looks like you have been with Maman. I guess you want one of us girls next.
Well, that's what Dad always did. He would fuck Maman and then seek out one of us to finish with. He even had all three of us at once when he was really horny. He especially liked to put his cock in my ass while I sucked on Cicely's fat clit. She would always squirt her hot juices on my face. I liked that. Would you like that? I listened at the door while you had Maman. I fingered myself while listening and am now so wet. I see your cock is getting hard again. You must want something. Do you want me"?
"Uh, Leigh, I don't know what to say. I've just had sex with my mother and now my little sister is making me hard again".
"There's nothing to say. Just do. Shall we use my room or yours? I'm so horny for your cock".
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