The next day we arose early, had breakfast and headed down to the dock for our planned boat trip. My mom had arranged an all day trip on a large catamaran. There were about fifteen people on board. We sailed to a small island where we were allowed to sun on the beach (clothed) and snorkel the reefs around the island. Of course my mother was by far the prettiest woman there.
My mom and I felt totally free to act as if we were newlyweds. We held hands, kissed, and generally acted like lovers. Certainly we received stares, but they were more likely from jealously then from our age difference. At one point we slipped down a trail to a gorgeous waterfall. There we stood in an alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With my mother’s approval, I slipped my fingers into her tiny bikini and played with her pussy. However, she stopped me when I began to slip to my knees.
“Later,” she whispered as she pulled me to my feet.
When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive.
We slept like logs that night with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just yards from us. The next morning I was up early … both my body and my cock. I slipped onto the patio wearing only a pair of shorts and sat down to relive the numerous dreams I had had about my mother last night.
“Ah, there you are,” my mother said as she stepped onto the patio a few minutes later. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” I said, mimicking her from the other day.
“Wow, I was out like a light last night,” she said as she stretched her arms over her head. The action opened her robe allowing me to see her legs, all the way to her thighs.
I reached over and grasped her thigh, running my hand upward until my fingers touched her bare pussy. Instead of admonishing me I felt my mother open her thighs slightly. I think we both moaned when my finger found her opening. My middle finger slipped into her seemingly always wet pussy. When I started sawing my finger in and out she grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go inside,” she said. Then she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom.
I stripped off my shorts in record time. My mother turned to me, looking directly into my eyes as she slipped off her robe.
“Lay on the bed,” she whispered almost breathlessly.
I hurried to comply, wondering what she had in mind. I remembered her promise of a reward for waiting for sex until this morning. As I lay on my back my mother crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she bent over and lovingly took my cock into her hands. As she gently stroked me she stared into my eyes.
“I thought a lot about our relationship yesterday,” she said. “I know this is crazy … what we have done on this trip, the sexual relation we have developed … all of it.”
“Mom,” I said, but she put her hand up to stop me.
“Let me finish. I love you and I know you love me and it is much more than just love between mother and son.”
I nodded my head, wondering where this was going. We had gone over this before.
“I know you’re thinking we have discussed this and you are obviously correct. But, bear with me. This … this is difficult for me, because I have all these emotions going through me. Things like how wrong this is … how dangerous this is … where all of this is going … a thousand things. But then I think about how much I love you and how much I love the things we have done and, incredibly, all those cautions go out the window. I look at this,” she said, holding my cock up and looking at it with a look of true devotion. “I look at this beautiful cock and how it longs for me, and my willpower crumbles.”
My mother paused and stroked me several times bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As the bubble grew and began dribble down the side of my cock she said, “Look at how much it wants me. Wants to be inside me.”
My cock throbbed and I closed my eyes and moaned. I hoped I knew what was coming.
“My pussy needs this cock. I’ve decided to let you fuck me. Will you do that? Will you fuck your mother?”
My eyes sprang open. “Oh God, Mom,” I gasped.
“I take that as approval,” she said. Then she bent over and took the head of my cock into her mouth.
I started to tremble as I watched her suck my cock lovingly.
When she pulled away the shaft was soaked with her saliva. “I think it’s ready for me.” With that she stood up on the bed and moved over me. There she squatted so that her pussy was just inches from my pulsing cock head. “My pussy is throbbing like you cock is. When you slipped it into me the last night I realized that it had been far too long since I had had a cock inside me. But I don’t want just any cock. I want your cock … my son’s cock. It’s so wrong, but I can’t stop it. The fact that you came out of this pussy over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching her already wet pussy. Then she moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth opened as she stared into my eyes.
“Oh, Mom,” I gasped as she pushed lower. Inch by inch my cock slipped into my mother’s pussy until it was all inside her again. And it felt as good as the first time.
My mother paused with my cock inside her to my balls. Her eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh, Jerry, your cock feels so good inside me. It feels so big. I can feel the head touching my cervix. I’ve never had anything that deep before.”
I felt her pussy throb and squeeze my cock. I gritted my teeth to keep from shooting my load inside her that very minute. Still I didn’t know how long I was going to last.
My mother began to move upward with agonizing slowness. I watched my pussy wet cock slip out of her until only the head was left inside. Then with a groan she slammed back down.
“Ahhhhh,” I gasped over my mother’s cry of pleasure. “Yes, fuck me … fuck me,” I cried without concern that the people in the room next door might hear.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” my mother hissed as she began to move up and down on my cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed.
I couldn’t hold out very long. Her tight pussy and the excitement of knowing I was finally fucking my mother was too much for me. “Mom, Mom, Mom, I’m going to cum,” I warned. I wondered again if she was going to let me cum inside her.
Reading my mind she said, “It’s okay … cum in me … cum in me, please. I need your cummmmm.”
That was all it took. I bellowed as I pushed my hips upward, forcing my cock as deeply as possible into my mother’s willing pussy. Suddenly it felt like every drop of fluid in my body was draining out of me though my cock. Blast after blast of cum shot from me and deep into my mother. Somewhere in my pleasure I realized that she was climaxing as well. My spasms seemed to go on for a long time, but when I was finally drained I realized that my mother was still climaxing. I looked up at her lust-contorted face and my heart almost leaped out of my chest as the realization hit me; now we were more than mother and son, now we were truly lovers. My cock never grew soft as my mother shuddered through one climax after another.
I knew that I could go on for a long time now. She bounced on my throbbing cock, swaying from sided to side, her head thrown back and her mouth opened wide. I watched her tits bounce up and down, almost as if they were moving in slow motion. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. The slapping of her thighs and ass cheeks on my thighs echoed from the walls of the hotel room … her grunts of pleasure blended with my own gasps. I let my mother work on me until she was near exhaustion. Finally I signaled that I was ready to climax.
“Yes baby, cum in your mother’s pussy. Fill me with your hot juice again. I want all of it. Please.”
I lifted my hips and bellowed as my second load of cum blasted from my balls. I wondered for a second where it was all coming from. But then my mind went blank as pleasure ripped through me.
When my mother’s and my climax finally ended she flopped onto me, pressing her still heaving breasts to my chest. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. Then I felt her sobbing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, incredibly worried that she now regretted what we had just done.
She pulled back and looked at me with her tear stained eyes. “It was so … so incredible. I don’t think I have ever had so many climaxes or one that lasted that long. It was like a tidal wave washing over me and it just kept buffeting me with pleasure, over and over. It was totally amazing. I love you more than you can ever know, sweetheart.” She leaned down and kissed me.
I moaned as her tongue went into my mouth. I felt my cock begin to harden inside her soaked pussy again. When she felt it she pulled back and looked at me with amazement. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Then I flipped her onto her back. “You fucked me, now it’s my turn to fuck you.” She laughed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips in answer … or was it a challenge? I took it as the latter and began to pump my cock into her with a vengeance.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me hard,” my mother screamed.
I did. The juice from my previous climaxes was splattering all over both of us. I fucked her until she climaxed three or four more times … I lost count. Then I climaxed inside her for a third time. We both lay on the bed gasping for breath with me on top of her. I rolled off and pulled her into my arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said over and over.
My mother practically purred as I held her in my loving arms. After a while we crawled under the covers and snuggled until we fell asleep. It was barely light outside when I awaken from a sex dream. When I opened my eyes I realized it wasn’t a dream. My mother was sucking my cock. I’m not sure what her plan was, but I wanted to fuck her again. I pulled her head from my cock and pushed her over until her back was toward me. From behind I slipped my cock into her still very wet pussy.
I fucked her hard for at least an hour. She gasped out in pleasure and climaxed again and again. When the friction finally got to me I screamed that I was going to cum. She pushed her hips back into me and took my load of cum deep into her.
Although it was mid-morning, we crawled back into the bed and fell asleep.
I woke up first and realized the sun was well up in the sky. For a moment I thought of starting something again but decided to just watch my mother instead. Her face was serene as she slept with her head on the pillow. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smeared but she still looked beautiful. I reached over and brushed hair from her face. As I did she opened her eyes.
She smiled and whispered dreamily, “What are you doing?”
“Just looking at the woman I love.”
She smiled again sensually and closed her eyes. “I love you too, sweetheart,” she whispered. Then she sighed and stretched her arms causing the sheet to fall from her large breasts. She pushed the sheet off her and looked down. A little frown crossed her face.
“I’m a mess,” she said.
“You look beautiful to me,” I said, thinking she was referring to her hair and makeup.
“No, I mean down there,” she answered with a laugh.
“Oh,” I answered a little embarrassed as I looked at her sperm covered pussy and thighs. It was still dripping from her pussy and her thighs were covered with the dried remains.
“I can’t believe how much cum you have in those balls, it’s still coming out of me,” she said. “I’m glad I can’t get pregnant or I would surely be knocked up after last night.”
“You can’t get pregnant because you are on the pill, right?” I asked, having assumed she was on the pill.
“No, I’m not on the pill now. But I’m pretty sure I can’t get pregnant anyway. I told you I wanted another baby but your father didn’t. We had sex for several years without protection and nothing happened. I was never on the pill all those years.
My heart suddenly leaped into my throat as I thought again of that day years ago when I went to the doctor’s office with my father. I suddenly realized that my mother didn’t know he had had a vasectomy.
I must have had a strange look on my face because my mother said, “What’s wrong?”
“Mom, uh … uh … damn I don’t if this is important but … I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“What?” she asked suddenly concerned.
“Oh, shit. You didn’t know. I mean you obviously didn’t know that Dad … that Dad had a vasectomy. It was around when I was … uh let’s see, we were just going to sell the old Buick, so I was ten.”
“What?” she gasped with raised voice. “You’re kidding.”
“No. I went to the doctor’s office with him. I didn’t think much of it at ten. I was going to tell you … tell you the other day, but I didn’t think it was important.” I saw my mother’s face turn as white as a sheet.
“That son-of-a-bitch, he never told me that,” she snarled. “Damn him to hell, that was when we were trying to have another child,” she added, her anger blocking out the reality of the risk we had just taken by my cumming inside her.
“What are we going to do?” I said in panic.
She looked at me for a moment without comprehending. Then her eyes opened wide. “Oh,” she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Her face showed her concern but she tried to hide it. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know,” she said with incredible calmness considering the situation. Then she sighed and said, “Well, we can’t do much at this point. I think it is a pretty remote possibility that I would get … uh … get pregnant from the first time. I mean it has been a lot of years and as women get older it is harder to get pregnant. Unlike men and their sperm, women only have so many eggs and the number dwindles as they age. Plus, I don’t think it’s my fertile period.”
I didn’t entirely understand all that she was saying, and I wasn’t sure she believed it, but I certainly hoped it was true.
“I’ll get on the pill as soon as we get home.” Then she added, “Your father made our life miserable for so many years, let’s not let him ruin our vacation now.”
I smiled. “I can do that.”
I saw what I thought was a worried expression from on my mother’s face, but it disappeared quickly when she said, “Good, let’s go to the beach and relax.”
My mother and I were lying on the beach naked when she sat up and stared at a woman, also naked, walking up the beach. When she was a few feet away my mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman saw my mother.
“Teresa,” the woman said as she stopped and stared at my mother.
“Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa.”
My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood there watching the two women hugged. I hadn’t missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was.
Suddenly I felt my cock start to twitch. I had to will myself not to get excited.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” my mother said, turning to me. “Stephanie, this is … uh … this is,” she said and paused.
I realized that she was struggling to introduce me … I mean we were both naked on the beach and I was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea what to say either.
Stephanie looked at me and then back at my mother. “What’s going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn’t know about,” she said with a laugh. “I can keep a secret.”
“No, my husband left me years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo.
“Step, this is… is my son, Jerry.”
Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my face and then down at my half hard cock. “Your son is on the beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was embarrassed when the girls got naked in the shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I would have never believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” she laughed.
My face turned as red as my mother’s.
“Quite a young man,” she said, scanning my body once again.
“Not your type,” my mother said.
“Maybe, and maybe not. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something like him.”
My face turned redder.
Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. “I was heading up to the room to change. I’m down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?”
“Ah … well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, … but what about tomorrow night?” my mother said, looking to me for approval.
I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend.
“We’ll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I’ll set up the reservations,” my mother said.
“Great. I can’t wait to catch up on what’s been happening in your life,” Stephanie said, glancing at me again and raising her eyebrows.
My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see that my mother was watching too.
“Well, what’s the story there?” I asked as we sat back down.
“Stephanie and I were best friends from elementary school through high school. We lost touch after she left for college and I stayed home. I’ve only seen her once since then. It was when you were about five or so, but I’m sure you don’t remember. She stayed with us for a week. Her father is a mega-millionaire. I can’t believe that of all the people in the world, I run across her here on the beach.”
“She’s gorgeous, but I didn’t see a ring.”
“She’s not married, I’m sure.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, unless she married another woman,” my mother said with a laugh. Then she added, “Stephanie always liked girls better.”
“She’s a lesbian?” I almost screamed.
“Shhh,” my mother said, looking around. “I don’t think she is a hard core lesbian. She just likes girls better.”
“Same thing as a lesbian. Too bad,” I said and smiled.
“Too bad? Hey, you have your woman.”
“True. But you have to admit that she is a real looker.”
“Um, huh,” my mother said with a strange look in her eyes.
After dinner that evening I suggested that we go out to the beach and sit to enjoy the fresh ocean air. Mom had on her robe and I told her to take it off. With a smile she dropped it from her shoulders and we walked outside and down to the beach naked. I had a bottle of wine from the hotel refrigerator—which probably cost a fortune—and a blanket. I spread the blanket on the sand between some tall grass to give us a little privacy and we sat down.
I had been thinking all day about the relationship between my mom and Stephanie. It took a few glasses of wine to give me enough courage to ask some questions. “So if Stephanie was your best friend and she liked girls … uh … what was your relationship with her,” I asked rather sheepishly.
My mother sighed and stared into my eyes. “I guess I should be honest with you.” Then she paused for several moments as I stared at her with great anticipation.
Finally she continued, “Before I met your dad, Stephanie and I were … were, well the only word for it is lovers.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I swallowed hard. “Really?” I said stupidly.
“Yes. I don’t know why but we just seemed to gravitate to one another.”
“What … how … I mean … you know, how did it happen?” I stuttered.
“Well, I guess if I told you this much I should finish it.”
We turned and lay down on the blanket, facing each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, waiting for the details.
“We were both eighteen and had been friends for quite some time. We were studying for midterms in high school. It wasn’t unusual for us to sleep in the same bed and run around in front of each other naked. That night I think we were getting a little loony over all the studying. It must have been two in the morning and we were laying on the bed, taking a break when her hand somehow ended up on my breast.”
“What do you mean it ended up on your breast?”
“I guess she did it on purpose, but it was a surprise to me. I mean we had never really done anything. Well, except that kiss on New Years Eve. That just kind of happened since both of us were guy-less at the big party. We were standing there and everyone was kissing and the next thing I know she and I were kissing. We both had a few illegal beers and maybe some spiked punch. The strange thing was that I really liked it … I’m embarrassed to admit. I hadn’t had a lot of experience kissing boys so it was kind of a novelty to me. Her lips and tongue were very soft. My head was spinning, but I don’t know if it was from the alcohol or the kiss. Anyway that was a couple of months before the incident in the bedroom.”
My mother smiled when she saw that I had an erection.
“Guys,” she said, shaking her head in fake exasperation. “So, she put her hand on my breast. I was only wearing a tee shirt and panties. I know she could feel my nipple become hard under her palm. The next thing I know, we were kissing, and it was as good as the first time. But this time we were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was working wonders on me and I knew my panties were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing like long lost lovers. Then she began working down my neck with little butterfly kisses—you know the kind I like—all the way to my breasts. God, did she work on my breasts. She sucked them and massaged them until I almost climaxed without even touching my pussy. Finally she looked up at me and whispered, ‘I want to eat you.’ I could feel my pussy spasm. I was breathing so hard I couldn’t answer. I just nodded. She quickly crawled between my legs and pushed them apart. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. She started kissing the wet crotch of my panties. Then she was urging my hips up so she could take them off. A moment later she was licking me. It took about ten seconds for me to grab her head and lift my hips to her tongue. She really knew how to eat pussy.” My mother paused and looked at me and said, “But not as good as you.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “Go on, please.”
“There isn’t much else to tell really. She ate me until I climaxed. Then she must have done it three or four more times that night.”
“And what did you do? Did you return the favor?”
“You know, that is the one thing I regret. I never did her … well with the exception of using my finger on her. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not that I thought is was gross or anything, it was just that what we had done was her thing and if I did her … I don’t know, I didn’t want people to think I was a lesbian. Although I know no one would have ever known.”
“Wow, what a story. I assume you two did it more than once,” I said.
“Yes. Probably every weekend until the end of our senior year.”
“Cool. I knew I liked her the moment I saw her,” I said with a smile.
“You liked her naked body.”
“Well, yeah, that too,” I laughed. “You said she came to visit when I was five and stayed a week. Did anything happen then?”
“The short answer is yes. I had resolved not to let it happen again, but Stephanie always had a way of getting to me. We spent the next day, after your father left for work, in bed, only getting up to eat a quick sandwich and pee. As I said, your father would never use his mouth on me, but Stephanie loved to do it. She did me for hours, literally.”
“So I was somewhere playing in the sandbox and you two were having a ball.”
“Not exactly. I took you over to my mother’s place. You know she loved to have you there and always complained that I didn’t bring you over enough. She got you most of the week. Good old mom was always there when I needed her.”
“I don’t remember Stephanie, but I remember grandma a little. I was, what, seven when she died.”
“So, you think Stephanie is going to want to renew her old friendship?”
“Maybe, but not very practical.”
“Are you going to tell her about us?”
“I’m not sure. If I don’t tell her the truth, she is going to know, I’m sure of it.”
“Can you trust her?”
“Absolutely. All those months we were in high school, no one ever knew about us, or even suspected as far as I know.”
My mother glanced down between my legs and saw my cock throbbing.
“So it looks like my little confession excited you.”
“How did you guess?” I said as I reached for my cock.
“Mmmm, I just had a hunch.”
A moment later we were in each other’s arms kissing.
My mother pulled away breathless and said, “Stand up, I want to suck your cock. And, you know what else?”
“No,” I answered excitedly.
“I want you to cum all over my face,” she said and giggled.
I figured she had had a little too much to drink, but I wasn’t going to argue. I could feel my cock throbbing as I stood up. I watched my mother kneel in front of me. She grasped my cock and brought it to her mouth and took the head inside. “Ohhhhh,” I gasped. She sucked my cock, using her hand to stoke me at the same time. I grasped her head and rocked my hips back and forth. Within a few moments my hips began to move faster. “Mom,” I whispered, “I’m going to cum.”
When I said that my mother pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. “Cum for me,” she hissed as she continued to stroke my cock.
I closed my eyes for a second as my body began to tremble. Suddenly my cock lurched and blasted cum into the air. I opened my eyes in time to see the first blast hit my mother in the face.
She opened her mouth and tilted her head back, catching several large gobs in her mouth. My cock seemed to keep cumming for a long time. When it finally stopped, my mother’s face was literally covered with my juices. With a smile she used her fingers to scoop it from her cheeks and into her mouth.
“I think I could get addicted to your cum,” she whispered as she cleaned her fingers.
I pulled her to her feet and close to me. “I love you,” I said and brought my lips to hers. She moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.
“Let’s go back to the room. I need this cock again,” she said.
With my cum dripping off her face, my mother grabbed my cock and led me back to the room.
We fucked twice that night, with me pulling my cock out before I came. I could tell that pulling out was frustrating for my mother … I know it was for me.
The following day we went to the beach and then did some shopping at the local shops … at least my mother did the shopping. We were in a hat shop when we saw Stephanie again. My mother gave her a hug and kiss as I stood there watching like a dummy. As the two of them talked, I couldn’t help remember the stories my mom had told me about her and, as nature would have it, I started to get excited. I noticed Stephanie look over at me several times and her eyes glanced down at my crotch. I quickly turned away and acted like I was looking at a hat on the shelf.
Before Stephanie left she kissed my mom again and then surprised me by leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.
My mother smiled at me as Stephanie walked away. “I think she likes you,” she said and then pretended to show a jealous face.
“How could she not like me … I mean I’m handsome, manly and …” I stopped when my mother hit me in the arm and then stuck out her tongue at me.
“We meet in the lobby at six,” she said.
“Uh, would you rather go to dinner alone? I mean she is your friend,” I said, hoping she would say no.
“No,” she answered to my relief.
We finished shopping and went to the beach for a while. Then back to the room for a quick nap. I wanted to start something, but mom said she was tired and that we could do something after dinner. I reluctantly agreed.
It was almost six and I was waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. I had begrudgingly agreed to wear a suit and tie, but insisted that I wasn’t going to wear socks. It was a lame protest, but made me feel a little in control. I looked at my watch and yelled, “Mom, if you don’t hurry we are going to be late.”
She yelled back, “Stephanie is always late so don’t worry.”
A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom dressed. I gasped when I saw her. My mother is always gorgeous, but tonight she was positively radiant. She had on a pale blue Grecian style gown that touched the floor. The top covered her right shoulder but left the other bare. There was a split that went from the floor all the way to her hip on the left side. Then I saw something that made my mouth drop open. I could see the top edge of her left areola. I pointed and said, “Mom, I can see your nipple!”
She looked down and giggled. “I guess I’ll have to be careful or Stephanie might get really hot for me.”
I raised my eyebrows. Then I said, “Hey, how come you don’t dress like that for me all the time?”
“Because I see you all the time,” she returned with a laugh.
I suspected that it was more than that. I could tell that my mother was still a bit taken with Stephanie. The experiences they had had as lovers had obviously been rekindled. If I didn’t know better I would have thought my mom was trying to turn Stephanie on.
As mom had predicted, Stephanie was late. When she arrived she apologized saying that she had been running behind all day. My mother smiled indulgently.
I saw Stephanie glance at me and then stare at my mother.
“Wow, you are as sexy as you were when we were in school,” Stephanie said.
Damn, she doesn’t waste any time, I thought.
“You look pretty good yourself,” my mother returned, staring at her as well.
Stephanie was wearing what was obviously an expensive dress, but also relatively conservative. It was tight, outlining her large breast and narrow waist. The bodice was cut modestly as well but not particularly sexy. I’m sure she would have been gorgeous in a burlap sack.
“Ummm, ummm,” I said, clearing my throat. “We’re going to lose our reservations if we don’t hurry.”
The two women reluctantly agreed and we headed out.
We arrived at the restaurant fashionably late. It was a ritzy place and everyone was dressed rather formally so I didn’t feel out of place wearing a suit. We were led to the table and Stephanie ordered a bottle of wine. My mom didn’t protest when I poured myself a glass. Soon after the conversation started I began to feel like a third wheel. I didn’t really mind as I was enjoying looking at the two gorgeous women. I did notice at one point that my mother’s dress had slipped down again, revealing the brown of her nipple. If mom noticed she didn’t show any indication. But, it was obvious that Stephanie noticed. I saw her eyes shift from my mother’s face to her breast and then back again several times.
I noticed that Mom was squirming in her seat quite a bit. Of course that might have been because I had slipped my hand under the tablecloth and began to caress her bare thigh. I pretended to be listening to their conversation as my fingers tickled up and down my mother’s smooth and warm leg. She coughed to cover her gasp when my fingers slipped between her thighs, almost reaching her bare pussy. Then she crossed her legs, effectively cutting off the upward movement of my hand. I made a hidden face at her and kept my hand on her thigh.
Most of their conversation was about school and the fun they had (outside the bedroom) growing up. Both mom and I were shocked when Stephanie said she was the president of North State College. That was where I was headed.
“Oh my God,” Stephanie said. “You’ll be up there all the time visiting Jerry.”
“Yes,” my mother gushed giddily, her face showing her excitement. “I can’t believe you were so close all this time.”
“Well, I’ve only been there a couple of years.”
“Really. And you are already the top person?”
I saw Stephanie blush for the first time. She said, “Well, the truth is my father basically owns the school. I mean with all the money he has donated, he pretty much can dictate what goes on there. I’m not complaining. It’s a great job and I have total freedom to run the place as I see fit.”
“This is so amazing,” my mother said excitedly.
Stephanie was beaming.
Both women’s faces were flushed and I could tell that there was a sexual chemistry between the two. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this development. I mean on the one hand, I was sitting with two gorgeous women, one my own mother, who had been lovers. And now my mother and I were lovers. I wondered if I should be jealous. On the other hand, damn, I was sitting with two gorgeous women who had been lovers! My eighteen-year-old libido was working overtime.
After dinner the women were still talking a mile a minute. I said, “I think I’ll head back to the room.” I could see my mother looked disappointed. Then I added, “It’s okay; you ladies stay here and talk all you want. I’ll see you back at the room, Mom.” I could see a look of relief and gratitude in my mother’s eyes. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and reached my hand out to shake Stephanie’s. She pulled me down and totally surprised me again by kissing me on the lips.
“I’ll probably see you tomorrow on the beach,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Uh … yes,” I stammered, thinking about her seeing me naked the other day. I hurried off to the room before they both saw my erection.
I was in a deep sleep when my mother came into the room and awakened me. I turned the light on and looked at the clock; it was after 2 a.m. I smiled at her and said, “Did you have fun?”
“Yes,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. “Stephanie is still a lot of fun. We went to the bar and had a few more drinks.”
“I can see that,” I laughed.
With that I watched as she slowly slipped off her dress to reveal her naked body. I pulled the covers off to show her that I was also naked. My cock started to swell quickly.
“Mmmmm,” she said, “Looks like someone has been waiting up for me.” Then she crawled into bed naked next to me.
I moaned as her lips met mine and her hand found my now throbbing cock.
She pulled her lips from mine and whispered, “I bet you’ve been thinking of me with Stephanie.”
I moaned in answer.
“Stephanie had her hand on my thigh a second after you left. She moved over to your chair and put her hand right where your hand was.”
“Mmmm,” I whispered.
“You know what else? I let her play with my pussy.”
My eyes opened wide. I moaned again and my mother laughed sexily. Then she started kissing down my chest. She looked up at me as she reached my cock. “You know she wants to go to bed with me again.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped both at what she said as well as the fact that she had taken my cock into her warm mouth.
Then she pulled away, looking up at me again as she licked my cock and said, “I told her about us.”
I said, “You did? What did she say?”
She giggled and said, “She thought it was sexy that her best friend in high school was fucking her own son.”
“Yep. She was totally cool with it.”
“Wow,” I said, watching my mother take my cock back into her mouth. I was getting close to climaxing already. But I didn’t want it to happen that quickly. I pulled my mother reluctantly from my cock. “I want to eat you,” I said.
“Oh God, yes. I’m so hot.”
I pushed her over and practically dove between her legs. When I spread her legs I let out a gasp. Her pussy was literally dripping with juice. Whatever the two women had talked about had really turned my mother on. “Damn are you wet,” I said, almost to myself.
“Eat me,” she responded, grasping my head and pulling my mouth to her sopping pussy.
I groaned and started to eat her sweet pussy. I used my tongue to dig deep into her well, finding it bubbling with juice. I sucked it down and went back for more. My mother’s hips were bucking wildly on the bed and she was gasping for breath. “Eat me, eat me,” she moaned, wrapping her thighs around my neck, threatening to smother me. I held my breath and kept eating. A moment later she was climaxing. Her hips lifted from the bed and her body stiffened as she started a long and satisfying climax. I fought to hold on to her hips as she writhed and bounced on the bed. After her convulsions slowed, her legs fell from my shoulders and her body went limp. I pulled my very wet face from her pussy and looked up at her. I was surprised to see that her face was serene and she was breathing slowly. She had either passed out or fallen to sleep. Instead of waking her I crawled up and took her into my arms, pulling the covers over us. She murmured in her sleep and snuggled into me. I lay awake for a long time thinking about the woman in my arms. I knew I was a very lucky son.
I got up early the next morning and ordered breakfast for us. When it arrived I quietly opened the door, tipped the bellhop, and pulled the table into the room. I had everything set up when I saw my mother stirring in the bed. I brought over a hot cup of coffee and sat on the bed, reaching the cup toward her sleepy face. When she smelled the coffee a smile came to her face and her sleep weary eyes brightened.
“Mmmmm, thank you,” she said as she struggled to sit up in bed. She took the coffee from me and took a sip. “Wow, what time is it?”
“Oh goodness. We are supposed to be in the lobby at ten to go diving,” my mother gasped and started to get up.
“Don’t worry, I called and changed our lessons to noon.”
“Thank you sweetheart. I guess I zonked last night.”
“Yes you did,” I said with a smile, remembering her passing out when she climaxed.
Then my mother remembered what had happened. Her face turned red and she said, “Sorry. I guess I left you high and dry last night.”
“Well, not high, but hard and dry,” I laughed. “It’s okay. I was happy to be of service.”
“I owe you one,” she said with a sexy smile.
“You don’t owe me anything … ever,” I said sincerely. I got up and brought over a tray with eggs, bacon, and toast and sat it in front of her. As I watched her start to eat like she was starved, I said, “So you told Stephanie about us. I assume you can trust her.”
It suddenly dawned on her that she had told me about that last night. “Yes we can.”
“So she came on to you, huh?”
“Oh, I told you that too,” she answered with a little surprise. Then she added, “What else did I tell you?”
“Nothing other than she played with your pussy at the table. I know when you got home your pussy was a swamp,” I said with a laugh and saw my mother blush.
“Are you mad?” she asked.
“Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous woman lusting after his lover? Remember all us guys think with our cocks.”
“Humm,” she said, looking at me strangely.
“What?” I said.
“I don’t know if I should mention this, but I guess … well,” she said and paused.
“Stephanie wants to be with me again. You know, just for fun,” Mom said, looking embarrassed.
“Wow, what did you tell her?” I said, but I didn’t mention that she had said something about that last night.
“That I would ask you. But I also said that I wanted you to be there if we did anything.”
“Holy shit! Are you kidding?”
My mother finally smiled. “No, I’m not kidding. Do you like that idea?”
“What do you think?” I said and stood up. The bulge in my shorts was obvious.
With a smile she put the tray of food aside. I guess I should take care of this,” she said reaching for the tent in my shorts. A moment later she had my shorts open and my cock out.
“Mmmmm, I would say thinking about Stephanie and I together has gotten you very excited.”
I moaned as she took my cock into her warm and wet mouth. My mother sucked me as she lovingly took my balls into her hands. I reached for her head and held her with my fingers in her hair, gently moving her mouth up and down on my cock. I was very excited, but I wanted it to last. When I felt my balls were about to explode, I pushed her head back. She looked up at me with surprise. Then she realized that I didn’t want to cum right away. She smiled and then started to gently lick the head. She circled it with her tongue tip, just teasing the sensitive skin. Then she ran her tongue around the ridge under the crown. My legs started to tremble as I fought for control.
“I’m not going to let you cum yet,” she said and to my great frustration, sat back and picked up a piece of toast. She watched my cock throb as she slowly drank her coffee and ate the toast. Then she said, “Let’s see if I can get you close to a climax again.”
“Mom!” I protested, but I secretly loved it. She was teasing me and denying me the final pleasure and as a result driving me crazy with desire.
She stroked my cock with her hand and watched the head throb. Then with a giggle she got a scoop of jelly on the tip of her finger, spreading it onto the head of my cock and then slowly licked it off. “Mmmmm tastes better than the toast.” She stroked my cock again before sitting back. I watched as she scooped up more jelly but this time rubbed it on her hard nipple. “You try it,” she said, lifting her breast toward me.
I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Sweet,” I said as I licked my lips.
“Maybe I will spread it on my pussy some time and let you lick it off.”
I just moaned.
She grabbed my cock again and stroked it. Up and down the shaft her hand moved with agonizing slowness. Then she bent her head and licked the crown as she continued to move her hand.
“Mom!” I whined.
She giggled. Then she opened her mouth and took the head inside, gently sucking, her hand not moving.
When I started to move my hips she stopped. “Not fair,” she said and shook her head at me.
“What you’re doing is not fair,” I said with a pleading look.
She teased me for a long time. When she realized that I was about ready to expire she said, “Okay, I’ll give in. But you are going to have to cum without you or me touching the shaft of your cock. I’m just going to put my mouth over the head and lick.”
I was ready to agree to anything at that point. I stood there with my legs trembling as she took the head into her mouth again. I could feel her tongue working on the head, circling it, finding the slit and licking it, and working under the crown to tease the sensitive skin there. I desperately wanted to reach for her head, but held back, balling my hands into fists. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I moaned as I felt my balls begin to churn. Like a rumbling volcano I felt my cock start to throb. “I’m … I’m going to … cummm,” I gasped. My words didn’t seem to faze my mother as she continued to gently lick the head.
“Ahhhhhheeeee,” I screamed as my sperm rushed up the shaft and blasted from the impossibly swollen head and deep into her mouth. I heard her moan, but she didn’t miss a beat as she swallowed my erupting load. It felt like my balls were exploding as they emptied into her sucking mouth. When the last drop was out, I staggered backward and collapsed onto a chair. My cock was still twitching as if it was trying to pump more sperm from my depleted balls.
“Holy crap,” I gasped as I looked at my smiling mother. She was back to eating her breakfast as if nothing had happened.
I have to admit that I was never so nervous as I was waiting for Stephanie to arrive. Of course, I wasn’t the only one nervous. My mom was fit to be tied as well. This was obviously new to both of us. I was about to watch my mother and a gorgeous woman make love. Or more precisely, watch a gorgeous woman eat my mother. (I remembered my mother saying she had never done it to Stephanie.)
My instructions were that I was to sit in the chair, naked, and watch … no touching of Stephanie or her. I had, of course, readily agreed. I looked over at my mother and saw that she had a worried look on her face. I wondered what was going through her mind. Here she was about to get naked with a woman she hadn’t seen in years and make love … and if that wasn’t enough, her own son was going to watch. I also wondered if she would rather have been alone. Probably so. But while I was sympathetic to the need for privacy, wild horse could not have dragged me out of that room.
I was staring at my mother thinking that she was the most gorgeous and sexiest woman I had ever seen. She had on a black bikini bottom and top. It left most of her buttocks exposed and showed the creamy swells of her gorgeous chest. I was could already see Stephanie slowly stripping off her top and bottom before getting between her legs to suck her sweet tasting pussy. My cock was already hard as I sat in the corner nervously.
We both jumped when there was a knock on the door. Mom took a deep breath and strode to the door. She opened it to find a smiling Stephanie. The gorgeous woman stepped inside and closed the door quickly. A moment later she had my mother in her arms and they were kissing. It wasn’t a quick peck this time. Their lips were locked together and I could tell that Stephanie had her tongue in my mother’s mouth. I hear my mom moan. Both women were breathing hard when they parted.
“Hi,” Stephanie said to my mother. Then she looked over at me and smiled brightly.
I was sitting in a chair in the corner, naked, trying to hide my already hard cock.
“I see someone is excited to see me,” she said, nodding toward me.
“He’s not the only one,” my mother answered. “I don’t think I have been this nervous since the first time you seduced me.”
“Did I do that?” she asked as innocently as she could.
“Yes you did.”
“Okay, I did. You were like a babe caught in the spider’s wicked web,” she said and laughed. “I had been planning that for a long time.” Then her face turned serious and she reached up and gently touched my mother’s face. “That was so sweet. There has never been anyone else that I enjoyed so much. You know I was madly in love with you.”
My mother blushed and nodded her head. “I knew,” she whispered. Then they were kissing again. This time my mother was more aggressive. Her hands slipped behind Stephanie and down to the cheeks of her shapely ass. Stephanie was the one that moaned this time and pulled away, gasping for breath.
“Whew,” she said. “Let me get out of these clothes.
I watched with my cock throbbing as Stephanie began to take off her clothes. Mom watched too. When she was naked she pulled my mother into her arms again and kissed her. Then she started kissing down her neck. My mother glanced over at me and when she saw me stroking my cock she smiled. She closed her eyes as Stephanie quickly stripped off her top and then began to suck her nipples. My mother held her head to her breast as if she was cradling a baby. Yet, the moans and sucking sounds would never have come from a child.
Stephanie worked on one tit and then the other, sucking and biting the nipples until they were as hard as pencil erasers and shining with saliva. Stephanie didn’t waste any time. She pushed my mother back to the bed until she was sitting. Then she knelt at her feet, bending her head to kiss my mother’s thighs.
“Let’s get these off,” she said, stripping the panties from my mother’s hips.
My mother fell back on the bed, letting Stephanie open her legs. “Damn, you always were a wet one,” she said with a laugh. With a moan her head dipped between my mother’s legs.
“Oh Jesus, Stephanie,” my mother cried. She grabbed her head as if she was afraid Stephanie was going to try to escape.
I could hear the sucking sounds from Stephanie’s ravenous mouth over the cries from my mother’s lips and I was suddenly worried that I was going to climax without touching my cock. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to watch another woman eat my mother. It was apparent that not only did Stephanie love what she was doing, but that she was also very good at it.
“Oh yes, oh yes, eat me, Steph,” my mother cried. Her hips began to move side-to-side and then up and down. Her hands were tangled in Stephanie’s hair and it looked like she was pulling it. If Stephanie minded she showed no indication. “Oh God, I forgot how good your mouth is,” my mother hissed. Her legs lifted and wrapped around Stephanie’s neck. I had been between my mother’s strong thighs and now I wondered how the poor woman was going to breath. Since she didn’t come up for air, I assumed she had a way of breathing through her nose with her mouth pressed between my mother’s gushing pussy lips. I wished I could get a closer view.
“That’s it, that’s it, stick your tongue in meeeee,” Mother cried. “Oh God, Steph, not my clit,” she screamed. Then I saw my mother freeze. A low moan started deep in her throat and quickly became a wale as she started to climax. I saw her toes curl and the muscles in her thighs bulge. Her hips bucked upward as Stephanie tried to hang on to my mother’s convulsing body.
After a few long moments, I saw my mother begin to relax; yet, Stephanie didn’t come up for air. Her head kept moving between my mother’s thighs without pause. I heard my mother moaning. “No, no, Steph,” she gasped as if she wanted her to stop. But she made no move to push her away. A few minutes later my mother was climaxing again, and then again.
It was obvious that Stephanie loved to eat pussy. I looked at the clock and saw she had been between my mother’s legs for over forty-five minutes and was showing no sign of stopping. Finally, my mother had to push her away. Stephanie’s very wet face had a dazed look as she sat back.
“It’s your turn,” my mother said as she pulled Stephanie from her kneeling position.
“Huh?” Stephanie said.
“The one thing I have always regretted from the times we were together is that I never ate you.”
With a surprised look on her face, Stephanie said, “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. But I want to.”
“Oh God,” Stephanie gasped as she let my mother push her onto the bed.
I echoed Stephanie’s words in a whisper. I sat forward in my chair, making sure I kept my hands away from my throbbing cock, as my mother positioned Stephanie in the center of the bed. Then she knelt between her thighs and said, “You know I’ve never done this before. Will you show me?”
“I’d love to. But I think you will know what to do,” Stephanie said with a broad smile. Then she laid back and spread her legs wide. I could see her shaved pussy glistening with excitement.
I couldn’t take it any longer and stood up, taking a few steps until I was standing beside the bed. I figured they could yell at me if I was too close. My mother glanced at me but didn’t say anything. Stephanie’s eyes were closed. I watched from the side of the bed as my mother began kissing down the inside of Stephanie’s thighs. I saw goose bumps form on her legs and saw her thigh muscles quiver. Her face was scrunched up as if she was fighting to hold back a scream.
My mother’s lips left a wet trail down one of Stephanie’s thigh before she moved to the other side. She placed little kisses and bites on the soft skin before using her tongue to trace her way toward the swollen pussy lips. I could see Stephanie anticipating my mother’s mouth but was denied. My mom was teasing her like she had done me earlier that morning. Damn, she was learning to be quite a lover, I thought as a smile came to my face.
“Please,” Stephanie begged.
Having too much fun, my mother resisted Stephanie’s attempt to pull her head to her pussy. Continuing to drive her crazy she brushed her lips across Stephanie’s pussy and moved up to the soft skin of her stomach, just below her navel, where she planted kisses. When Stephanie moaned, my mother giggled and continued to lick and kiss her stomach.
“God, Teresa, if you don’t kiss my pussy soon, I’m going to explode.”
“Oh, that’s what you’re supposed to do. I was wondering about that,” my mother teased. “Let me see how this works,” she said moving her tongue to the top of Stephanie’s pubic mound. Then she slowly moved her tongue downward, across her clit and onto the swollen inner lips.
“Ohhhhh,” Stephanie moaned in frustration.
I could see my mother’s tongue flicking up and down and from side to side. Then she reached under Stephanie’s legs and pushed her thighs upward until they were pressing on her heaving breasts. Now her mouth hovered over the wet and swollen lips. With a growling sound, my mother dropped her mouth and covered Stephanie’s pussy.
“Ahhhhhheeeee,” Stephanie screamed. Her hips lifted upward and her thighs jerked under my mother’s sucking mouth. I swear I thought the woman was going to expire as her body shook and convulsed. My mother kept sucking as the thrashing woman beneath her climax. But mom wasn’t done. Just as Stephanie had done to her, my mother kept at it. Within a minute or two she was climaxing again. I was astounded by both women’s capacity for pleasure for as soon as Stephanie was done climaxing they moved into a sixty-nine position and started all over again. I began to wonder if either one of them was going to survive. Fortunately for me, they did.
It took a while for my mother and Stephanie to recover. I watched, my cock still hard, as they lay on the bed and cuddled. They were whispering and giggling like two schoolgirls. Several times they looked over at me and giggled. I wondered what was transpiring between the two of them. Finally my mother got up and came over to me. She sat on my lap, avoiding squishing my still hard cock. She nuzzled my neck and when whispered, “Stephanie wants to watch us make love. She’s never seen a man and woman fuck.”
I looked at her with my eyes wide in shock. “Uh … really?” I said.
My mother nodded, her face red with embarrassment or excitement … I couldn’t tell which.
“Do you want to?” I asked, my excitement growing.
“If you do,” she answered.
Like any horny teenager, I said yes … actually I nodded my head, afraid my voice would crack with excitement.
My mother stood up and nodded to Stephanie. Her face broke into a wide grin. Then she got up and left the bed for us taking my position on the chair.
My mother grasped my cock and led me over to our bed. We started out very self-conscious, feeling Stephanie’s eyes on our every move. But as I kissed my mother passionately our excitement took over. Suddenly we were like actors on a stage, putting on a show for an appreciative audience.
I kissed down my mother’s neck until I reached her still hard nipples. I sucked and licked them for a long time, trying not to be outdone by what Stephanie had done to my mother. I wanted to prove I was as good as any woman when it came to making love. When both breasts were wet with my saliva, I pushed my mother onto her back. “God I want to put my cock into you,” I whispered loud enough for Stephanie to hear. That was the one thing she couldn’t do with my mother.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck your mother,” she said, also loud enough for Stephanie to hear.
I heard a moan from across the room and turned. Stephanie was lying back in the chair, her legs thrown over the arms and her fingers rubbing her pussy frantically. She was staring at us with wide eyes.
I made a show of crawling between my mother’s thighs and lifting and spreading her legs. “Put your son’s cock in your pussy,” I ordered. With a little moan, my mother reached for my throbbing cock. I could feel it throb in her hand and desperately hoped that I wouldn’t shoot my load before I even had a chance to fuck her. I tried to think of anything but what was going on in this room … baseball, school, cars, anything. It worked and the crisis passed.
With a low growl I slipped my cock into my mother. Her warm pussy caressed my cock with a now familiar pulsing. The swollen walls sucked me in until my balls touched her ass. “Oh Jesus, Mom, I’m in your pussy all the way,” I said in a husky voice, loud enough for Stephanie to hear. I knew Stephanie could plainly see my cock going into my mother’s pussy. She was but several feet from where our sexual parts were joined. I pressed my body to mother, feeling her softness from my chest to my toes. The room was spinning. Suddenly it was only me and my mother in the room. I no longer knew or cared that someone was watching us.
“Fuck meee!!!” my mother screamed as she bucked her hips upward and then back down, letting my cock slip out to the head.
I looked into her eyes to see deep pools of love. I brought my lips to hers and as my tongue plunged into her mouth, my cock did the same to her welcoming hole. A groan escaped my lips as her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me down deeper. The head of my cock touched the back of her canal and she groaned in pleasure. “God, I could keep my cock in you forever,” I said, knowing that her squeezing pussy would make that impossible in just a few minutes.
My hips began to move slowly. Up and out, and then back in until the head was settled at the entrance to her birth canal. Out and in again I moved bringing a steady whine of pleasure from both our lips. I vaguely heard moaning from somewhere in the room and remembered Stephanie. When I looked over, she was still in the same position, her juice covered fingers moving in and out of her pussy in a blur. From the look on her face, I figured she was in a state of perpetual climax. Then I forgot all about Stephanie as my mother’s fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, urging me to fuck her. I did.
Soon moans were echoing from the walls of the hotel room and the sounds of Stephanie’s fingers in her sloppy pussy, matched the sound of my cock pounding in and out of my mother.
“Oh Jerry, I’m going … to … to … cummmm …” my mother gasped.
I responded, “God Mom, I have to pull out … I’m going to cum too.”
“No … no … no … don’t pull out. Cum in me … I need your cum … cum in me please,” she begged.
I don’t think I could have stopped if I wanted to, but her words drove me crazy with lust. I bellowed as my mother cried out with her climax, and I began to pour my potent seed into her pussy. It blasted out of me in torrents, filling her willing hole until it overflowed. My mother kept climaxing even after I had emptied my balls. But the squeezing of her still milking pussy kept my cock from growing soft and after a few moments I was pounding into her with all my strength again. I worked in and out like a man possessed, bringing on climax after climax for her. At one point I noticed Stephanie standing close to the bed, like I had done, watching us. That served to spur me on. I flipped my mother over until she was on her hands and knees with her head buried in the pillows and fucked her from behind. When she finally collapsed onto the bed, I followed, still pounding into her until my second climax took me to heaven again.
I rolled away from my mother, lying on my back gasping for breath. Then I felt movement on the bed and saw Stephanie crawling between my mother’s legs. “Oh God, Steph,” my mother gasped as the insatiable woman buried her face between her juice splattered thighs. Another gasp came from her lips as Stephanie’s mouth covered her swollen and well-used pussy.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: a gorgeous woman on her knees eating my mother’s cum filled pussy. The result was to bring on another erection for me. I watched as Stephanie brought my mother pleasure with her mouth again. Then when she was done, I rolled my mother on her side and slipped my cock in from behind and, as Stephanie kissed my mother, I fucked her to several more climaxes. With two huge climaxes under my belt, I couldn’t go again, but I certainly enjoyed trying.
We didn’t get together with Stephanie again, but she joined us on the beach a couple of times. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but we soon got used to it. One day we stayed on the beach until most everyone had left. My mother was lying on one side of me, and Stephanie on the other. I had put a towel over my lower half to keep from getting burned. I leaned over and kissed my mother. I felt her hand slip under the towel. A few moments later my cock was tenting the towel. I glanced over at Stephanie and saw her watching. I felt a chill of excitement go through me and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt another hand on my thigh. When I opened my eyes I saw that Stephanie had slipped her hand under the towel as well. Incredibly I know had two women’s hands on my cock. I gasped as both women began to move their hands up and down in unison.
When I looked over at my mother she was lying back with her eyes closed. Then I saw that Stephanie was doing the same thing. I dropped my head back and moaned. The combination of two hands on my cock brought me to the critical point very quickly. I whispered, “I’m going to cum.” The result was that both Stephanie and my mother moved their hands faster until I was pumping my seed onto my stomach. Without a word, both women pulled their hands from my cock and then wiped them on the towel. I took a deep breath and sighed contentedly.
Stephanie left for home the next day with my mother promising to come and visit. With tears in her eyes, Stephanie kissed my mother and then, to my surprise, kissed me passionately. And then she was in the cab heading to the airport.
The second week of our vacation was as wonderful as the first. Mom and I were like newlyweds. We enjoyed the sights, but enjoyed our evenings and nights in bed even more. We became careful again and I did not cum in her for the rest of the trip. We both figured we had taken enough of a risk already. It was a small concession.
We were both sad when we had to leave our island paradise. Now we had to go back home and be careful. We both knew there were great risks for us if someone suspected something. However, we also knew that we would have private times that would make up for all the risk. Mom told me she wanted me to sleep with her. Unfortunately I couldn’t move my stuff into her room for obvious reasons. Still spending every night in bed with her was enough for me.
Two weeks later:
I was whistling to myself as I got out of my Jeep and went into the house. I found my mother in the kitchen sitting at the table. She had a strange look on her face. Since we had returned from vacation, we had been inseparable. Of course she had to go back to work, but every free moment we spent together. We no longer questioned our love for each other or even discussed whether it was wrong or right. We knew how lucky we were and that we would always be together. Nothing in this world would ever change that. We had, however, discussed options for us when I went away to school, including her trying to find a job near the college or me finding a college closer to home. Neither seemed practical, so we were still in a quandary about what to do. Fortunately we didn’t let that get in the way of our love, or our constant lovemaking. Unfortunately we have been using condoms for sex, which both of us dislike, but we wanted to be safe. Mom had an appointment with the doctor today to get a prescription for birth control pills. Because of the doctor’s appointment, the look on her face worried me.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she returned without enthusiasm.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly scared. Had the doctor found something wrong … a lump on her breast or some such thing?
“Sit down, Jerry.”
This was serious, I thought as I pulled out a chair and sat at the table close to her.
“You know I had an appointment with the doctor today for birth control pills.”
“Well as part of the physical, he did some blood tests.”
What’s wrong, my brain screamed, but I knew enough to keep my mouth shut until she got out what she was saying. I saw my mother take a deep breath and there were tears in her eyes. I was almost shaking now.
“Jerry …” she said and paused.
What is it, my mind screamed?
“Jerry, I’m pregnant!”
I almost fell out of my chair. Suddenly my head was spinning and I felt like I might throw up. I was silent for a long time, just staring at my mother. Then I her tears trickling down her cheeks and I realized I had to pull myself together.
“Are you sure?” I asked, stupidly.
Suddenly I was on my knees hugging my sobbing mother. “God, I’m so sorry, mom,” I said as tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” she said between sobs.
“It’s as much my fault as it is yours,” I said.
“Well, we can argue about that, but it’s not going to help.”
“What are we going to do?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I mean, there are doctors that can do something, right?” I said.
She looked at me with shock, but then her eyes soften. She knew that I wasn’t thinking straight and that neither of us could do something like that. “That is not an option for us,” she said, placing her hand on my face softly.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said and kissed her hand.
“Maybe we could move somewhere where no one knows us. I could get a job and we could live as husband and wife.”
My mother smiled for the first time. “I like that idea, but I don’t think it’s really possible.”
Suddenly an idea dawned on me. My face brightened. “Mom, what about Stephanie?”
“What about her?”
“She is head of North State University. Maybe she can get you a job at the school or somewhere else. The school’s far enough away to be relatively safe. I could still go to college, you could work there, and I could get a part time job to help. No one would know about us.”
My mother frowned first and then her face brightened. “Jerry, you might have something there. I know Stephanie has a lot of contacts and I also know she would love to have us … well me up there.” She laughed and added, “She likes you too.”
I said, “Why don’t you call her?”
“Okay,” my mother said, suddenly in a much-improved mood. “Why don’t you get the grill started and I’ll give her a buzz.”
As I came back into the house after putting burgers on the grill, Mom walked into the kitchen. This time there was a big smile on her face.
“Good news?” I asked.
“Wonderful news. Stephanie says they have an opening for a marketing director at the school. I told her what I made and she said they could match that and that they had better benefits. She was really excited about the possibility.”
“Did you tell her about being … you know, pregnant?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to lie to her,” she said.
“And she was okay with it?”
“Not only okay, but she seemed really excited.”
“About the baby or you being near her?” I asked with a smile.
“Both I think. I have arranged for us to drive up there this weekend and work out the details.”
“Whoopee,” I screamed and rushed to my mother, picking her up, spinning her around several times. Then I remembered that she was with child and put her down quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t hurt anything did I?”
My mother laughed and said, “I’m not that delicate just because I’m pregnant … with your baby.”
Suddenly it dawned on me … I was going to be a father. My face obviously showed my surprise.
“Ah, just realized you are going to be a daddy, huh?”
“Yes. Wow,” I said.
“Are you upset?”
“No,” I almost screamed and picked her up and spun her around again.
“Okay, I said I wasn’t delicate, but not indestructible,” she laughed.
“So when are we moving? Oh yeah, we have to find a house near campus and think about movers and …”
“Slow down, sweetheart. We have plenty of time. First of all, a small house on campus comes with the job and the school arranges the move and pays the movers.”
“Holy sh …” I started to say and stopped, reaching out to touch her stomach.
My mother laughed again. “Don’t worry, the baby can’t hear anything yet.”
“I’m going to be a father,” I said again.
“Yes you are, Daddy, but don’t you think you should check on the burgers first.”
“Shit,” I yelled as I looked out to see the smoke rising.
“Why don’t you shut the grill off and come with me upstairs. I think some celebrating is in order.”
With a big smile I ran outside and turned off the grill. I hurried back inside and grabbed my mother, picking her up in my arms and carrying her upstairs.
Doesn’t get any better then this, I thought, as I closed the door to our bedroom.