The rest of the week was a blur to me. I was walking on air from the realization that I had actually caressed and sucked my mother’s breast and more importantly, she had not protested and she had not been drinking, so she knew what I was doing. I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss … a kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.
I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she chastising herself for allowing me to kiss her and play with her breast? Was she going to tell me that she couldn’t allow that anymore? Was she just going to cancel our Friday night movie? That scared me the most. I figured if I had her alone with some wine and a romantic movie I could surely convince her to let me take a few liberties. But if she decided not to have our Friday evening get together, all could be lost. I was worried sick by the end of the week.
When she told me on Thursday that she wouldn’t be able to pick me up at school on Friday, I figured I was in trouble. She apologized and said she couldn’t get off work early. Friday, I stopped at the video store after school and picked up a movie anyway. This time it was a chick flick so I was hoping I could talk her into watching.
When she came home from work, I greeted her with a big smile and a kiss on the lips. “I passed everything with flying colors,” I said, beaming.
“Really? How do you know this already?”
“My chemistry teacher graded the tests right there in class and I aced it. Biology was a little tougher, but I am sure I got at least a B. Trigonometry was a breeze and World Studies wasn’t much of a test. So, I made it.”
“I’m so proud of you, Jerry,” my mother said and hugged me tightly. Then she kissed me on the lips again, this time it lasted a bit longer. “So do you want to know where we are going on vacation?”
“Of course. You know I’ve tried everything, including outright bribery to get you to tell me.”
She laughed. “Okay, we’re going to Barbados. We leave next Saturday for two weeks.”
I broke out with a big smile. “Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That’s great, Mom.” I hugged her again.
When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh … I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to you.”
“No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I’m bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work.”
“Sorry to hear that. I’ll order the pizza for seven or so. I already have a movie rented. Chick flick.”
My mother smiled. “Good. I’ll take a long soaking bath and then be down.”
I had the movie in the machine, the pizza and wine on the coffee table, and was ready by seven thirty. I decided to be a little more risky and wear my white briefs instead of my normal boxers. I was sitting on the sofa when my mother came down. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of her typical bathrobe.
We sat and watched the movie, ate pizza and drank wine—only one bottle tonight. Mom snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and placed it over her shoulder. It was a nice evening in spite of the fact that I had hoped for more. When the movie was about over, I noticed that my mother’s head felt heavy on my chest. Her breathing was regular so I figured that she had fallen asleep. I moved back a little and felt my mother’s head slip down my chest until it was resting in my lap. The pressure of her head brought the normal reaction … an erection. As usual I lost the battle to will my cock not to get hard—of course I didn’t really want to prevent my erection. The weight of her head forced my cock to throb. I was about to lose my mind when I felt my mother stir in her sleep. She slipped her hand, which had been on my thigh, under her cheek.
Suddenly her head was on the back of her hand and the palm was resting on my cock. My heart was beating wildly as I wondered what to do. Should I wake her? Of course I couldn’t. Like the sex pervert that I am, I decided to move my hips gently up and down to increase the stimulation in hopes of bringing myself off without her knowing. That would be better than nothing, I thought.
Then, incredibly, I felt my mother’s hand moving. It was almost imperceptible at first, but there was definite movement. Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep.
Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone was almost more than I could stand. I began to tremble as she began working my cock out of my shorts. I sucked in my breath when I felt my cock released into the cool room air. A second later something warm and wet covered the head.
I couldn’t suppress a moan … my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth … she was sucking my cock! My mother was sucking my cock! I wanted to scream for joy but kept my mouth shut with the exception of a few moans. Suddenly I could feel her tongue working on the swollen head, flicking at the drooling slit before twirling it around the surface. She didn’t take more than just the head into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and lovingly as her hand began to pump up and down my shaft. This was like a dream. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was really awake. I gently placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt her warm skin. I forced myself not to push her head down.
My hips, which had stopped moving with the initial shock, began to move again. I lifted them in little twitches, trying to force more of my shaft into her mouth. She resisted and continued the maddening teasing of the head. It felt like the head was growing bigger by the second. My balls were squirming in their sacks and I could feel them tightening in preparation for climax.
Should I warn her? I wondered. It was the manly thing to do; yet I was only a boy and could be excused for my impulsiveness. I threw my head back and began to moan. “Mom, Mom, Mom,” I gasped. That should have been warning enough. Yet she didn’t stop sucking and began to move her hand faster. With a long gasp from my lips, I lifted my hips and screamed. My cock spasmed and began to shoot it’s content into my mother’s sucking mouth. The first blast felt huge and was followed by several rapid and strong squirts. Incredible pleasure rushed through me and I could think of nothing but my mother’s sucking mouth and my squirting cock. It seemed to last much longer then when I did it myself and it felt a heck of a lot better. When the throbbing slowed and the last dribble was sucked from the head, I relaxed back onto the sofa. My mother held my cock in her mouth until it had wilted. Then she abruptly stood up, but she didn’t look at me. I figured she was having second thoughts about what she had just done. I watched with my heart still beating rapidly as she walked out of the room without saying a word.
When I looked down at my now shrunken cock, there was only a dribble of cum at the head. My mother had either swallowed my cum or left the room to spit it out. I, of course, fantasized that she had swallowed it.
It was quieter than usual in the house when I arose on Saturday morning. I went downstairs and found a note on the kitchen table from my mother saying that she had to do some shopping for our vacation trip and would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually relieved that she wasn’t home. Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I needed time to think. What had occurred last night was not a mistake or a slip-up this time. My mother had sucked my cock and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in my mind she had). She was probably less inebriated than the previous Friday night so it couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still impossible for me to fathom that my own mother had sucked my cock. Just thinking those words made me question my sanity.
Instead of moping around the house I decided to do some chores. I worked around the yard, mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool, refreshing water invigorated me almost immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off and lying in the sun. My mother wasn’t the only one that needed to get a little sun before we took our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body and I drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest. “Mom,” I screamed when I realized she had dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped up and headed for her. She was giggling as she started to run back into the house. But I was a lot faster and I caught her before she could get away. I swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool, ready to toss her in.
“No, please, Jerry,” she screamed. “At least let me get my bathing suit on.”
She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I stopped and put her down. “All right, but you’re going in the pool for splashing me. I could have serious psychological problems from being so rudely awakened,” I joked.
She looked at me smugly. “Who says you don’t already have serious psychological problems.”
I made like I was going after her again but she ran into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom hadn’t awakened me when she did I could have gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down in the living room to watch TV.
I was dozing off again when I heard my mother’s voice.
“What do you think of this bathing suit,” she said.
I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front, but then she turned around. There was but a small strip of material running between her gorgeous ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare.
“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Are you really going to wear that on the beach?”
“I was planning on it. But you don’t like it apparently.”
“No, I love it. It’s just … just that I have never seen you wear something that uh …” I stuttered, looking for the word.
“Revealing?” she asked.
I was thinking sexy, but I said, “Yes, revealing.”
“Well you should know the beach at the hotel is clothing optional.”
“Really?” That had never occurred to me.
“Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on the beach in this outfit … that is if I wear anything at all.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Was my mother really going to go naked on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was sounding better all the time.
“From the way your mouth is hanging open I assume you approve then. I’ve got a few more outfits to show you.” With that my mother turned around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her nearly naked ass until she had disappeared. Although I was in the air-conditioned house I found sweat dripping from my brow. And of course I had a raging hard-on.
When she came back she had on a white top and skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked with the bathing suit, this was even more daring. The top barely covered her breasts. From my position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a little too quickly the top would flip up and leave her bare breasted.
“So what do you think of this one?” she asked as she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top even higher on her breasts.
I could plainly see that her nipples were hard under the tiny top. “Wow,” was all I could say.
“I’ll take that as approval,” she said and then walked away.
My mother modeled all the outfits that she had bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little.
I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection.
Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too late.
“Why don’t you come on in,” she said, staring at me.
I froze. Yep, I was caught.
When I didn’t move she said firmly, “Come in here, Jerry.”
With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights. My pants were tented with my erection. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed you peeking at me?” she said with a knowing smile. “Now come over here.”
I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I walked over to where she was sitting. Although I was embarrassed, it didn’t stop me from staring. “I … I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. My eyes were large as saucers as I stared at her naked form.
“Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying on me? Do you think I couldn’t have stopped that a long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you think you were fooling me?”
“I … uh … I’m …” I stammered, having no idea what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a moment I considered turning and running. But I knew that would only delay facing the music.
“I think it’s time we both stopped pretending,” she said with a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk.”
I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I figured this is where she laid into me and let me know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn’t she sucked me off just last night? Who was the pervert there, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to argue with her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one that lusts after my own mother. I would take my medicine and hope that she didn’t hate me.
“All right, first of all, let’s discuss last night. I know I don’t have to say this, but I will anyway. What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a mother should not let her son do … or more directly a mother should not do the kind of things that I have done with you. Society frowns on mothers and sons doing sexual things. Unfortunately I have let it go too far already.”
She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn’t tell what that look meant. Was she trying to think of the words to tell me that we had to stop? “I’m sorry,” I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had done.
“There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven’t done anything wrong … I mean you are just a boy with the raging hormones to prove it.” She paused again before saying, “Jerry, you know I care for you very deeply. Our relationship has been more than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel things for you that a mother should not feel toward her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges. Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a man for so many years, or anything else you can think of. I don’t know the true answer myself. I only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry and I think you feel the same about me. Am I right?”
Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me? My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my chest. She was saying things I had thought a thousand times but never imagined I would hear them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my brain was having a very difficult time understanding her words.”
“Earth to Jerry,” she said. She seemed to be saying that to me a lot lately.
“Uh … yes … I mean … I … I do love you.” My muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity. Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter inane words in response. God, I’m an idiot, I thought.
She looked at me and smiled. “I guess that will do for now.” Then she said, “The other thing I know is that I love the things we have done. I know I shouldn’t and I have beat myself up over and over. Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could stop and live a lie … both of us unhappy.”
I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying we could keep doing the things we had done. That was almost too much for my mind to comprehend.
When I didn’t say anything she said, “What I am saying is that I have decided that we can continue to do sexual things … but with limits.”
I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really didn’t care at that point. I would take anything I could get.
I think my mother could see that I was no longer listening to her. She said, “Come closer, Jerry.”
I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly in front of my mother with my cock tenting my underwear.
“Take your cock out. I want to see it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Huh?” I mumbled.
“I said, take your cock out, I want to see it,” she repeated.
I could see that her chest was moving up and down more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed, but then I saw the look in my mother’s eyes and felt pride. I thrust my hips out.
“My, my, you have grown into quite a man,” she said in a half whisper as if she was talking to herself. “I couldn’t see it well last night,” she added as she reached her hand toward it.
I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft.
“Nice and thick. It will make some woman very happy someday.”
I don’t want to make some woman happy, I thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up and down the shaft as her eyes stared at the pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head. As I stared down at my mother stroking my cock, I began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was suddenly light headed and my knees began to grow weak.
“Mmmm, it’s getting bigger. And these balls are really starting to squirm,” she said with growing confidence at the control she had over me. “I think they need emptying. What do you think?”
Words choked in my throat and I couldn’t answer. I nodded my head.
She rubbed her palm across the dripping head, coating it with my copious juice before she began to stroke me faster.
I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly following the rapid movement of her hand. She worked her hand up and down my cock creating froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head of my cock, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Mommmm!” I gasped in warning.
She ignored me, continuing to pump my cock with increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head of my cock grew to the size of a small plum before the slit opened, blasting cum into the air like a broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire as stream after stream of juice poured from the end of my cock. It went on for a long time—or at least it seemed that way—before the stream began to die.
When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face of my mother was covered with my cum. Some had landed in her hair and some on her forehead with the remainder hitting her in the face. It was dripping in long strings toward her soft tits.
“Oh my,” she laughed as she looked down at the mess I had created.
“I’m … sorry,” I managed. But I wasn’t. It had been more than incredible.
“No need to apologize, cum is good for the skin; pure protein,” she said with a smile as she began to massage it into her breasts and across her stomach. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she spread my juice all over her. “Better than my expensive cream.”
I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some from her face and took it into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her swallow and my cock lurched as if it was about to get hard again.
My mother smiled and said, “I guess I had better get to bed.” She stood and stepped into my arms and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into my bare chest. My cock began to harden.
When my mother felt it she pulled away. She laughed and said, “Ah, youth. Now you get to bed too.” With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving pat on my slowly erecting cock she shooed me from her room.
Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before falling to sleep.
I got up early the next morning. I hadn’t felt this good in … well, I don’t think I ever felt this good. I was whistling as I washed my mom’s old minivan when she looked out the door.
“Ready for some breakfast?” she asked.
“Starved,” I returned with a smile.
“Come on in, it’s almost ready.”
“I’m almost done. I’ll be there in a minute.” I hurried to clean up the car washing material and put it away in the garage. I was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn’t think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart started to beat more rapidly as I stared at her gorgeous ass. God, she was driving me crazy, I thought. How was I going to manage keeping my hands off her? But then again, maybe she didn’t want me to keep my hands off her.
As she walked by me I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her to my lap. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t encourage me either. When I pulled her head to me, she let me kiss her and, in fact, slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock, which was already half hard, sprung to full mast.
“Your breakfast is going to get cold,” she said as she extracted herself from my grasp. She glanced down and smiled before she took a seat at the table across from me.
“I think everything is ready for our trip. You know we leave day after tomorrow, right? Are you packed?”
I looked at her with a sardonic smile. She knew I was a procrastinator when it came to stuff like that. “Sure,” I said, but she could tell it was a lie.
“You need to get your stuff together.”
“I know. It’ll only take me an hour to pack. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you up.”
“All right,” she said as she began to eat.
I watched her put a fork of food in her mouth and chew. Even that simple action made my heart flutter … I swear I can’t understand this love stuff. It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything she did had suddenly turned sensuous. I didn’t realize that I was staring when my mother paused and looked at me strangely.
“What?” she asked.
“You were staring at me.”
My face turned red. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I caught a smile turning up her lips as I dropped my eyes back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I looked up again, my mother had finished eating.
“Well, I have things to do. See you later,” she said and got up. As she walked past me she reached out and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go through me.
I was incredibly excited all day. My cock was hard as a rock and barely went down. The strange thing was that I didn’t know what I was more excited about—what we had done sexually or the opportunity to be with her for two weeks; probably both things. When the day was over, I was almost relieved. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother and she held all the presents.
It was much later in the day when my mother passed by the family room and said, “Jerry, I’m going up to take my bath now.”
“Uh … okay, mom,” I said, wondering why she was telling me this.
Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.”
“Huh?” I said stupidly.
“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned.
“No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the door frame any time you want. You won’t need to peek at me anymore,” she said as I followed her into the bathroom. My face flushed several shades of red when I realized that she must have known all along.
I held my breath as my mother bent over the tub and started the water. She turned to me and said, “You may want to take off your clothes so you don’t get them wet.”
“Uh … yeah,” I stammered but quickly began to strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her actions much more graceful then my frantic stripping. When I was naked and my cock pulsing in front of me I watched my mother step into the nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the water with a contented sigh.
“You can’t wash my back from over there,” she said.
I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash her flawless back.
“Mmmm, she moaned as I rubbed the soft cloth across her back.
I then moved the cloth to her neck and slowly ran it across the nape of her neck and then around to the other side. Finally I began to move the cloth down toward her large and inviting breasts. I looked at my mother’s face to see if she was going to stop me. She smiled.
“I thought I asked you to wash my back?” she said, but she didn’t try to stop my hand as it slipped lower to her breast.
I said, “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were clean.”
My mother laughed at my dumb remark but leaned back, lifting her breasts out of the water. I was breathing heavily as I slowly ran the cloth over one large breast and down to the hard nipple. I heard my mom sigh as I gently lifted and washed that breast before moving on to the other. When both breasts were washed and rinsed, I slipped the cloth down and under the water, moving down her stomach. When my hand passed her navel, I let the cloth go and continued with my bare hand. I waited for my mother to stop me, but she didn’t.
I heard her sigh and felt her hips move when my fingers reached the top of her pussy. Slowly I slipped my fingers between the lips and down to her opening. With a quick flick of my wrist I pushed my middle finger into my mother’s pussy.
“Ohhhh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to immediately move on my finger. Her mouth opened as her breathing began to increase.
I leaned closer and kissed her. She opened her mouth wide, sucking my tongue in. My finger began to move at the same rhythm as my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as my finger fucked her pussy. My cock was throbbing and threatened to squirt when I felt her pussy began to spasm on my finger.
“Oh, Jerry, you’re going to make me cum,” she gasped.
“I want you to cum, Mom. I want to finger fuck your pussy until you climax,” I said, not even thinking about the fact that
I was using the word fuck in front of my mother for the first time in my life.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as her hips began to move faster and the walls of her pussy squeezed my finger even tighter. “Ahhhh,” she cried and her body stiffened, her hips lifting from the bottom of the tub and she threw her head back in pleasure. “Mmmmmmpppphhhh,” she moaned as a strong climax rushed through her.
When the pulsing inside her pussy began to slow, I used my thumb to find her swollen clit. I began to move my thumb back and forth on the swollen nub until her hips began to move again.
“Oh, Jerry, no,” she gasped, but didn’t stop me.
I worked my thumb up and down on her clit, centering on the motion that made her gasp the most. I reached over and began to knead her breast, moving my thumb gently over her swollen clit as I did.
“Mmmm, yes, Jerry, keep that up,” she gasped.
I had no intention of stopping until she climaxed again. Within a few seconds I got my wish. Her body tensed and a second even stronger climax began. I moved my thumb rapidly across her clit as her body shook with pleasure. This climax seemed to last longer. When she finally stopped shaking, she collapsed into the water with a loud sigh.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped when she could speak again. “You certainly now how to pleasure a girl with your fingers. Where did you learn that?”
“I read a lot,” I lied. She didn’t believe me anyway.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Stand in the tub.”
I stood up, my cock still throbbing and dripping a steady stream of juice as I stepped into the tub. Suddenly my cock was just inches from my mother’s mouth. She smiled up at me and then opened her mouth and took it inside. “Oh Jesus, Mom,” I moaned as her lips closed around my cock. I watched with growing excitement as my mother’s lips stretched over my swollen cock.
Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand slip between my legs and move up to my ass. “Mom,” I gasped as her finger moved between my cheeks. I wondered briefly what she was doing with her finger, but her mouth on my cock felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I could feel her finger wiggling between my cheeks until it found my back passage. I lurched forward as her finger slipped inside my ass. “Mom,” I gasped again. But she didn’t stop until she had pushed her finger into my ass. I was amazed that it didn’t hurt and after a short time actually began to feel good. I had no idea why it felt good, but the combination of her finger and her lips was bringing me to a peak very quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, with her finger massaging me as her tongue worked on my cock head.
“Mom,” I warned when I felt my balls begin to tighten. My mother’s reaction was to move her finger and mouth faster. “I’m going to cum,” I said to make sure she knew that I was getting ready to cum in her mouth. I heard her moan deep in her throat and she suck harder. With a bellow that surprised even me, I pushed my hips forward, burying my cock deep in my mother’s mouth. I froze as the head of my cock exploded, blasting my copious juice to the back of her throat. I heard her gag for a moment before she began to swallow. There was no doubt now; my mother was swallowing my cum … every drop. She moaned as she sucked harder, trying to draw every ounce out of my balls. She succeeded.
When my cock was drained, I almost fell backward out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the tub, gasping for breath as I looked down at my mother’s beautiful face. She was smiling at me. There was a large drop of my cum at the corner of her mouth. She used her tongue to take it into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and moaned at the sight, feeling my cock throb as another large drop of cum slipped from the head and dropped to the floor.
The Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. The airline had overbooked our flight and as a result they had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take.
As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, since we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don’t think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out.
As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place … wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora’s box to be opened and I wasn’t sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn’t. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn’t going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn’t be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, I wondered if that was worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn’t sure.
I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn’t seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it … what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us.
The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn’t see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, “Wow, this is amazing.”
“It’s supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner.”
The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana’s circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana’s. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, “Welcome.”
I felt comfortable in taking my mother’s hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty.
“Welcome to our island paradise,” said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather.
“We have a reservation under Moss,” said my mother.
The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, “Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss.”
I started to say that we were not “Mr. and Mrs.”, but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled.
“We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I’m sure you are going to love it,” the desk clerk said.
I looked at my mother again. It hadn’t even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn’t given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I’m sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head.
The clerk said, “Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I think everything is fine,” my mother said as she picked up the keys.
“The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right. ”
I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother’s waist. She turned to me and whispered, “I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa.”
“Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard,” I said.
“I know,” she answered.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. “Mr. and Mrs., huh?” I said.
“Well, we couldn’t afford two rooms,” my mother answered.
“That’s true,” I readily agreed. “But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa … if there is a sofa?” I was only being half facetious.
“I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.
I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.
When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things … at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast.
When we stepped into the room, we both gasped … the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.
“Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?” I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face.
“I don’t know. This isn’t the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake.”
“Well, let’s enjoy it until they throw us out,” I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room?
We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. “Thanks for everything, Mom,” I said sincerely.
“You earned the vacation,” she returned.
“I don’t just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it’s been hard. I’m going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back.” I saw tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to pay me back. I didn’t do it for that. I did it for us … both of us.”
I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I know. I love you,” I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother’s tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us.
“Where would you like your luggage, Mr. Moss?”
My face turned red when I realized I couldn’t turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do.
“So, let’s unpack and then go down and explore the hotel,” my mother said when the door was closed.
“Sounds like a plan,” I returned.
We spent several hours walking around the hotel and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap trinket shops and looking in the windows of the very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and my mom ordered a large salad with one of the house specialty drinks—you know those fruity things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had several drinks. They must have contained a good deal of alcohol because by the time the second drink was done, I could see that my mother was looking quite relaxed.
I knew I had to find out about our sleeping arrangements as well as what was going to happen when we went back to the room. I guess I could have let it just happen, but I didn’t want to make a big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no idea how far my mother was willing to let me go. I gathered up my courage and said, “Mom, what are we going to do when we get back to the room?” I said, starting out fine but then stuttering. “I mean, you know, uh … like … where we are going to sleep and you know … stuff?” My face turned beet red.
“I wondered when you were going to get to that,” she said as she reached over and gasped my hand. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t thought it all through yet. We both know we have gone way over the moral line already,” she said with a slight blush. She paused and seemed to be thinking as she gazed at the blue water behind me. “We can certainly do the things we have already done. How much further we go … well, we will have to wait and see how things develop.”
A big smile came to my face. “Can we go back to the room now?” I said, staring at her sweet lips. I knew what I wanted. So did she.
“I suppose so,” she answered with a coy smile. Then she leaned close and said, “You want my lips wrapped around your cock, don’t you?”
To say I was stunned by my mother’s graphic words would be an understatement. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
“From the look on your face I think that you are interested,” she said with a naughty smile.
I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn’t resist as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her back and then under the waistband of her tight slacks. A moment later I had the soft cheeks of her bare ass in my palms. I heard her moan into my mouth. My cock grew hard immediately and I pressed it into her. She responded by grinding her hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into our room. With the door closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure. Right there, inside the door, my mother went to her knees. I watched as she pulled the zipper of my pants down and searched inside for my cock.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. With some difficulty she fished it from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back and gazed at the swollen head. My cock had been leaking juice since we reached the hotel. She licked up the juice and then with a little moan from deep in her throat, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside.
“Oh God, Mom,” I gasped as I reached for her head and twisted my fingers in her hair. My hips began to move back and forth. Her lips on my cock felt indescribably wonderful. She knew just how to tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my cock leaking my pre-cum juice into her mouth. I knew that if she kept doing that I would cum in her mouth in just a few moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and looked up at me.
“Let’s get our showers and then we can take care of this,” she said adding a little kiss to the head of my cock.
I moaned in frustration, but didn’t protest too much.
My mother rose to her feet and said, “You go ahead and take your shower first. I have a few call to make to verify the side trips I’ve set up for us.”
I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, naked, watching one of the two channels we could get on the TV when my mother finally came in. I was already hard, but if I weren’t, her outfit would have done the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a high school cheerleader.
I immediately wondered if she had panties on underneath. It didn’t take long to find out. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me. I could see directly under the tiny skirt. “God, Mom,” I gasped. I could see her pussy clearly. It was already swollen and wet.
“You like my outfit? I found it in the attic the other day. I used to wear it for your father, but he never seemed to care too much.”
I barely heard her words. I couldn’t believe this was my mother standing above me with her legs spread. I stared mutely.
“Jerry, are you there,” Mother asked, looking down at my wide eyes.
“Huh?” I stuttered.
“I asked if you liked my outfit?”
Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for an answer. “I love it. You can wear it for me anytime.”
“I thought you might.” With that she giggled and began to squat over my face.
As her pussy came closer and closer to me, I could smell her scent. It made my head spin. When her pussy was within reaching distance I stuck my tongue out and touched her swollen lips. I heard her intake of breath. Then to my great disappointment she pulled away.
“Now where were we before I went in to change?” she asked.
“You were sucking me,” I replied.
“Oh yes,” she said. With that she bent over and took my cock into her mouth again.
“Ohhhh,” I gasped. I watched as my beautiful mother wrapped her sexy lips around my cock and sucked. My balls began to churn almost immediately. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump me. “Oh, Mom,” I whispered as I watched her work on my cock head and stroke me. It wasn’t going to take long for me to climax if she kept that up. I reached for her and began to direct her head and down. She pulled back and smiled up at me.
“Not yet,” she said. “I want to suck this beautiful cock for a while.” She bent her head again and began to tease my slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her face as she tasted my pre-cum juice. There was a look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. With a moan she bent back over and started to suck me, harder this time.
I waited as long as I could, trying to will my climax back. Eventually I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Mom,” I gasped. She moaned and took me deep into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to churn again. Then my cock started to throb. “Ahhhhh,” I cried and lifted my hips from the bed as my cum began rocketing up the shaft. It blasted into my mother’s sucking mouth with great force. Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her mouth and all was quickly swallowed.
When the last of my cum was out of my balls I opened my eyes and saw that my mother’s eyes were closed. Then I felt a tremor run through me when I saw her tongue come out and licked around her mouth, collecting any juice that had escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been lost in a pleasant dream. “That should take care of you for now,” she said with a quick kiss to the drooping head of my cock.
While I was satisfied after the blow job, I was still excited about the week ahead, but more specifically about sleeping with my mother. I was also feeling a little guilty that I had only taken and given nothing back. I knew my mother had been excited as well. I could still see her wet pussy in my mind when she had stood over me earlier. A plan began to form in my mind as my mother readied herself for bed. I’m not sure what her plans were, but I suddenly knew what I wanted.
When mom came out of the bathroom, she was naked. I was glad she was going to sleep naked. She walked over and lay down on the bed next to me. “Whew,” she said, “Quite a busy day, huh?”
“Great day,” I said as I casually reached over and grasped her breast. I heard her quick intake of breath, indicating that she was still excited … great for my plan. I leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses just under her ear.
“Mmmm,” she whispered and turned her head to allow me more room.
I squeezed her breast and worked my lips upward until I reached her ear. I could feel her shiver as I gently bit her earlobe and then slowly circled my tongue around the soft skin. “Mom,” I said as I continued to kiss her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I want to do something to you,” I said just a tad breathless with excitement now.
“What?” she asked sounding a bit apprehensive.
“I … I …” I said and paused, my courage suddenly fading.
“What?” she asked again, turning her head toward me.
I could feel my face turning red. “I want to … to … you know, kiss you … kiss you down there, like you have done for me,” I blurted. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
When she didn’t say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly.
“Oh, Jerry,” she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure?”
My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say.
“Your father … your father never liked doing that,” she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, “I would love for you to eat me.” Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair.
Her words “eat me” sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her close, feeling her soft breast press to my chest. I pressed my lips firmer on hers. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped inside. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet. I lost myself in her willing mouth and soft body. My head was spinning as my heart pounded with anticipation. I had never eaten a pussy before, but I knew I wanted to. Eating my mother’s pussy had been a nightly fantasy and now I was about to do it. I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss her neck again. I worked my way slowly downward until I arrived at her gorgeous breasts.
I began to suck one nipple as my hand kneaded the flesh of the other. Then I switched to suck the other. When I was done, both nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and wet with my saliva.
Slowly I began to kiss down her stomach, using my tongue to tickle the soft skin. I moved to kneel between her legs and slipped both hands under her buttocks, lifting her upward. She gasped as her legs fell apart, revealing her gorgeous pussy in all its wet glory.
Never having seen it so close before, I stared. The puffy outer lips were open with the swollen inner lips spread apart like a flower. Juice was literally running from her open hole. I swear my mouth started to drool.
“Eat me, Jerry. Please eat me,” my mother begged.
With a moan I dropped my head until I was inches from her pussy. Then I opened my mouth and sucked the fat outer lips into my mouth.
“Ahhhhhheeeee,” she screamed. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she gasped as my tongue began to lick her inner lips. “That’s it, that’s it, sweetie, lick my pussy.”
I teased around her pussy, avoiding the open hole, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips. I wanted this to last. I was determined to take my time and enjoy every inch of her sweet pussy. My tongue moved slowly into her opening where I found a virtual well of juice. I brought my tongue back into my mouth and savored her flavor. I had always fantasized about how her pussy would taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. Her juice was thick and almost sweet. In dissolved in my mouth almost immediately so I went back for more. Over and over I plunged my tongue into my mother’s hole, savoring the reward each time I brought my tongue back into my mouth. I knew at that moment that I would eat her anytime she wanted and would never grow tired of pleasing her this way.
“Oh Jesus, baby,” Mom gasped each time I split her lips with my tongue.
Her hips were wiggling in my hands, making it difficult to hold her to my mouth. Finally I gave up and lowered her hips to the bed. My mouth followed. Now I was lying on my stomach with my mouth buried between her warm thighs. I felt totally surrounded by her. My entire world was focused on her wet pussy. Her thighs wrapped around my head and covered my ears, muffling her moans of pleasure. At that moment I was so lost in eating her that I didn’t heard her scream. She began to climax. I knew because her thighs stiffened against my head and her fingers dug into my scalp. In addition, my mouth was deluged with her juices, which I swallowed. It seemed to go on for a long time. I wondered if it were one climax or many, because I couldn’t tell when one climax ended and another started. Juice was literally pouring out of her. My face was soaked from my chin to my forehead and from one cheek to the other. I loved it.
It was quite some time before I pulled my face from between her thighs. I didn’t go far, but rather simply laid my face on her pubic mound trying to catch my breath. When I eventually looked up, I saw that my mother’s eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down with her rhythmic breathing. It took me a moment to realize that she had apparently fallen asleep. I gently extracted myself from between her legs. She moaned in her sleep as I pulled the covers from under us and then snuggled next to her. I didn’t bother to get up to wash my face. I wanted to feel her stickiness drying on my face. I was smiling as I fell asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, I found the bed next to me empty. I sat up and looked around for my mother. I saw through the window that she was sitting on the patio reading a book. I hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. Then I reluctantly washed my pussy juice smeared face before leaving the bathroom. My mother turned and smiled when I stepped outside. I took a deep breath of the fresh ocean scented air and stretched my arms wide. Then I leaned over and gently kissed her lips tenderly.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said.
“Sleepyhead? What time is it?”
“It’s almost ten o’clock.”
“Wow, I guess I slept in.”
“Well, we had a busy day yesterday. I thought we would just spend the day on the beach today and veg, if that’s okay with you?”
“Sounds great. How about some breakfast, I’m starved,” I said.
“Sure. Go get showered and put on your bathing trunks and I’ll order room service. Eggs and bacon okay?”
“Sure. Order some hash browns and toast and maybe some pancakes, please.”
My mother looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“What? I’m a growing boy,” I said in response to her expression.
“Get dressed,” she returned with a smile.
After breakfast my mother put on her bathing suit and found some towels. We didn’t have far to go to get to the beach, as it was only a hundred yards from our patio. I followed behind her, enjoying the sexy view of her nearly naked ass, as we walked through a couple of sand dunes to the pure white-sand beach beyond. It was relatively early so there were only a few people scattered around the beach. We found a spot not to close to anyone and put down our towels. Before my mother sat down, she looked around the nearly deserted beach. Then she totally surprised me by taking off her bikini top. My eyes opened wide in surprise.
“It is a nude beach, you know.”
“I don’t see anyone nude, or even topless,” I said as I stared at her now naked breasts. But I quickly added, “But don’t let that stop you.”
“I won’t. But I’ll wait to take off my bottoms until I see others do it.”
“I look forward to it,” I said with a lecherous smile.
The sun was very hot and I knew I would get burned quickly. I was the one that burned … my mom rarely did. I had her put sunscreen on me. We lay on the beach until we grew hot and then went into the water. By the time we came out, we noticed that there were a lot more people on the beach. In fact, we now saw several topless women and one or two who were totally nude. Unfortunately, most of the nude ones should have had their clothes on. Still that fact gave my mother the courage to take off her bikini bottom. At the towel she stripped it off, looking around to see if anyone was looking.
I stared at her beautiful and bare pussy with mixture of awe and excitement on my face.
“Come on chicken, take off your trunks.”
My face turned red. “Uh … that might cause a problem,” I said, glancing down between my legs meaningfully.
When she saw the protrusion in my trunks, my mother put her hand over her mouth and laughed. “So those naked fat ladies turned you on, huh?”
“No, you did,” I returned.
“Well, I take that as a compliment.”
“You should. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted too with you standing there totally naked.”
“Slip them off and just lay on you stomach. I don’t want to be naked alone.”
Begrudgingly I stood up and turned away from the people on the beach and slipped off my trunks. My hard cock popped free. I turned slightly toward my mother and said, “See.”
“Yes I do. Dig a hole in the sand so you can lay flat,” she said with an uproarious laugh.
Hearing her outburst, I saw several people look our way so I quickly lay down on the towel to hide my obvious erection.
I eventually turned over but found it difficult not to become erect with my gorgeous mother just inches from me. As the day wore on and I saw more and more naked people, I become somewhat comfortable being nude. Several times my mother and I walked down to the water and back up the beach. Soon we were both feeling quite comfortable. It was a strange, but it was somehow very liberating being totally naked in a public place. We sat in the sand as people walked by without batting an eye, although, most of the men batted their eyes at my mother.
When the sun started to go down, and the breeze coming in from the ocean began to cool, we decided to go to our room and get ready for dinner. An hour or so later we went out to a nice restaurant serving local dishes. My mom liked it a lot, but I would have been happy with a good burger. By the time we were finished dinner I started thinking about what was going to happen when we went back to the room. Mom and I had done just about everything except actually having intercourse. I knew she said that she was still thinking about how much further we would go, which meant to me that it was still a real possibility. Tonight might be the night … at least I hoped it would be.
I came out of the bathroom after my shower and said, “The bathroom is all yours.” My cock was already about half-mast. As my mother passed I grabbed her and gave her a long and lingering kiss. She moaned when she felt my cock harden between us.
“Let me get my shower,” she whispered as she reached down and grasped my cock with her soft hand. After a quick jerk or two, bringing a moan from me, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, giggling.
It seemed like hours but was probably less than a half hour before my mother came out of the bathroom. I gasped. She was wearing a blue corset with tiny blue panties that were all but see through. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, exposing the already hard nipples. My cock, which was hard from thinking about my mom, began to pulse like I was going to climax. I had to will it to stop or I would have surely wasted my spunk on the floor.
“What do you think?” she asked.
I looked down at my pulsing cock and then back up to my mother.
“I can see that you like it,” she laughed. She walked over to me and straddled my legs, bringing her large breasts to my willing mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned as I began to suck one tit and then the other. I used both hands to grab her breasts and lift them as I sucked her. I pushed the two orbs together and licked both nipples at the same time, alternating licking and then sucking.
“Jesus, I’m so wet,” she said. “Feel my panties.”
I continued to suck a nipple as one hand slipped between her legs. I would have gasped had I not been sucking her. The gusset of her panties was totally soaked. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had soaked them in the shower. I slipped my index finger under the elastic at the crotch and moved it up and down across her swollen pussy lips.
“Oh yes, sweetheart, put your finger inside me.”
I did and heard her moan. She was so hot and wet that juice began to stream down my finger to the knuckles. I pulled my mouth away from her tits and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs. I looked at the tiny slip of material in my hand. Then I turned them inside out and exposed the sopping crotch. As my mother stared wide-eyed at me I licked the crotch, moaning as I tasted her juices. Wanting the real thing, I dropped the panties and pulled her close. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, collecting juice from between her lips. Those juices were there because of me; I was the one making her excited and causing juice to run out of her pussy like a river.
“Lean back,” she said, pushing on my shoulders.
When I was on my back she climbed onto the bed and squatted over mouth.
“Is it okay?” she asked as her wet pussy hovered over my mouth.
As an answer I reached up for her hips and pulled her down. She yelped as I drew her quickly down to me until her pussy landed on my mouth. I groaned and she screamed. My tongue immediately found her opening and plunged inside.
“Oh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to move on my willing face.
Her juices were literally pouring out of her and I tried to catch it all in my mouth.
“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped as her body began to tremble. Then she pushed down hard, covering my mouth and nose with her pussy. I held my breath as she began to convulse in climax. I thought I was going to expire before her convulsions slowed and she moved back a few inches and sat on my chest to let me breath. “Oh, Jerry, I’m sorry,” she gasped when she saw my wet and oxygen deprived face. “I could have killed you,” she said and then smiled.
“I would have gladly died that way,” I answered with an even bigger smile.
Then I watched as she got onto her feet again and squatted over my mid-section. My cock was sticking straight upward, pointing at her very wet pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was she going to let me put it inside her? I wondered. Then she lowered her hips and brought her pussy down until the lips were rubbing the tip of my cock. Slowly she moved forward, trapping my cock under her pussy and pressing it to my stomach. It wasn’t fucking but it was an incredible feeling nonetheless. “Oh, God,” I gasped as I felt the warm and swollen lips begin to move up and down my cock. Her flowing juices lubricated my cock, making it easy for her to slip up and down. I could see her lips stretched around my cock as she moved down and then back up, almost to the tip of my cock. Over and over she did this, her breathing showing her renewed excitement.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped as she teased her pussy with my cock.
I could feel her body begin to tense. Then she began to tremble all over.
“I’m cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg,” she gasped suddenly.
I held her body tight as she convulsed in pleasure for the second time in just a few minutes. It took quite some time before the shudders finally stopped. But it was apparent that she still wasn’t totally satisfied. Her hips began to move again. I knew that I couldn’t take much more, but there was something I wanted to try before I climaxed. As my mother moved upward, I lowered my hips just a bit, causing my cock to slip under her pussy. She couldn’t stop her movement back down and suddenly my cock head was in her pussy before she could stop.
“Jerry!” she gasped. But she didn’t lift up. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. I had never seen her look quite that excited before. Then she slowly closed her eyes and let her weight move downward until my cock was all the way inside her sweet and warm pussy.
I was delirious with excitement. My eyes closed and I tried to concentrate on anything but the warm sheath of flesh surrounding my cock. Tremors inside her massaged my cock from the tip to my balls. I had never felt anything so good. It was like my cock was encased in a warm and wet glove.
I opened my eyes to see my mother looking directly into my eyes. She bit her lip and I knew that she was trying to decide if she should make me pull out. Then her eyes glazed over and I knew that a decision had being reached. With a sigh of resignation or pleasure she slowly lifted up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. For a moment I thought she had changed her mind and was going to let my cock slip out of her. But, instead, she closed her eyes and started moving back down, an inch at a time, until my entire cock was buried deep inside her pussy again.
“Oh God Mom, my cock is in your pussy. I’m fucking you!” I hissed, stating the obvious. Her warm and soft pussy flesh surrounded my cock, making me tremble with pleasure. I don’t know if this had been her intention, but I couldn’t be happier. It was a fantasy come true … one that had been the fodder for my masturbation for a long time. While I wanted it to last, the stimulation was too much for me. “Mom,” I hissed as my cock throbbed deep inside her pussy. “Oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I warned. I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me cum in her or not.
There was a low grown that started deep in my mother’s throat. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or frustration. But then, just as my balls sent my sperm hurtling up the shaft, she lifted up and let my cock slip out. My now squirting cock was trapped between her pussy and my stomach. While frustrating, the sensation of her warm pussy on my cock kept my cock squirting until I was totally drained. I gasped for breath, my eyes closed in pleasure.
When I regained my senses, I realized that my mother was climaxing again. I looked between us and watched as she rubbed her clit on the shaft of my cock, smeared my sticky cum over my cock and stomach. When her trembling stopped she collapsed on top of me.
It took some time before my mother raised her head. She said, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Sorry,” I lied.
“Well we have to be careful in the future,” she said, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of conviction in her voice.
“Yes,” I agreed, relieved that she didn’t blame me. “But you know that was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt.”
Mom leaned to me and kissed my lips. When she pulled away, she said, “It was for me too, but I think that was going a little too far.”
“Why,” I asked bravely, “We’ve done almost everything else?” My mother rolled to her back and I followed, throwing my arm over her chest and leaning my head close to her. I saw her biting her lip. “I love you and you love me,” I added, hoping that would weaken her resolve.
She sighed. “I do love you,” she said as she raised her hand to my cheek. “I don’t know … I’m confused right now,” she said. “I’ve already let you … let us do things no mother and son should ever do.”
“But since we have done those things, why can’t we (I almost said fuck but caught myself) you know, make love?”
Another sigh slipped from her lips. “Let me think about it.”
My face broke into a broad smile.
“I didn’t say we could,” she admonished. “I said I need time to think about it.”
“I know,” I returned with a gleam in my eyes.
“You’re getting pretty smug young man,” she said with a serious face, but then she smiled. She glanced down and then reached for my suddenly hardening cock. “Amazing,” she said when several strokes of her hand brought my cock to full erection. Then she pushed me onto my back and leaned over. “You need a good cleaning.” With that she began to lick my stomach and balls, avoiding my cock, as she lapped up my cum.
When that area was clean she lifted my cock to her mouth. “Mmmm,” she groaned as she took the pulsing head into her mouth.
I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. My fingers rested on her head as she began to suck me. She used her hand on the shaft, moving it up and down as her mouth cleaned the cum residue.
I closed my eyes and let her work on me. After the strong climax I just had, I knew I could go for a long time before I came again. I think my mom was counting on that. I had the distinct impression that she really loved sucking cock and I was more than willing to allow her that pleasure.
It took about twenty minutes before I felt the rumblings in my balls again. I knew that I didn’t have to warn her this time, but I said, “I’m going to cum in a minute.” I heard a moan of approval. I lifted my hips and pulled her head down gently. “Ahhhhh,” I gasped as another load of cum blasted out of my cock. This time none of it escaped her mouth. My mom sucked up every drop, pumping my cock until there was nothing left in my young balls. A moment later she crawled up beside me and kissed my lips. I moaned when I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. Then we slipped under the covers and she snuggled into my armpit. We were asleep in seconds.
end of part 02