My Dates with Mom Ch. 01
A son tries to brighten his mom's life with a series of dates.
This is not a wham bam story -- go somewhere else for that. I do welcome constructive feedback and contact by other members.
"This is your Captain speaking; we are now on our final approach and should be landing at the scheduled time of 2.40. Please fasten your seatbelts, ensure your seat is upright and tray is securely stowed".
I inwardly groan. It's taken nearly 30 hours to fly back from Perth, Australia, and I have hardly had any sleep. I'm so tired, my eyes are gritty, I feel like shit, and to top it all off, the old duck next to me has done nothing but fart and snore for the past 5 hours. Now she's all excited about seeing her grandkids again. Yeah, like I give a fuck!
My name is Tony and at the age of 24 my company decided they needed another geologist in their Perth office. It was a great opportunity for me as there is a lot of resource exploration going on down there. So I packed my bags, kissed mom, dad, and the twin's goodbye, jumped on a plane and headed "down under".
Now here I am, 2 years later, heading back home on my annual four week vacation. I plan to stay with the folks for about two weeks then head over to New York for a couple more and some big time partying.
I wanted to keep my homecoming a surprise but soon regretted that when 1 ½ hours later, after I had finally found my luggage and passed through customs, there was nobody to meet me. An anti-climax that just put me in an even fouler mood. When a taxi arrived I barked my parents address at the driver then settled into the back seat for the hour long trip.
"We're here buddy." were the next words I remember. I had slept the entire journey home and now the driver had his hand out for his cut.
Luckily I had exchanged some cash before I left Perth so I was able to fix him up and threw in a decent tip. "Sorry about the attitude earlier mate," I said as I slipped out the back door and grabbed my luggage from the trunk.
As I turned and walked up the short path I took in the old place. Nothing had changed much. Everything had just gotten older and worn. Even the brass knocker on the front door seemed to have little life left as I rapped it to announce myself. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the handle turned, the door swung open, and there stood my mom, Laura.
"Ugh," was all she could gasp as her mouth fell open and she immediately burst into tears. As her sobs continued she walked forward and placed her arms around my neck pulling me into her in the tightest hug. It was then that I could not contain myself any longer either. What energy I had left just evaporated and my tears joined moms.
"Hh hi mom," I say between sobs, "do you think I could come in and stay awhile?"
Mom lifts her head from my chest and with her right hand playfully punches me in the shoulder. As her sobs lessen she backs away and says "Get in here you!!"
I place my luggage in the hallway as mom closes the door. She then grabs me by the arm and leads me into the kitchen where I can see she is in the process of preparing dinner. "Where's dad and the twins?" I ask.
"The girls are upstairs, probably chatting on their ipads or something, and your dad will be home in about twenty five minutes," she responds, "but they can wait. I have missed you so much Tony, please stay with me and chat."
And chat we did as mom continued to make dinner. Mom told me that, now the twins are nine years old, she has gone back to work part-time. Then all about dad's new promotion and how it takes him away from home more and more.
As mom talked I looked at her a little closer and noticed a sadness that I had never seen before. For a middle aged woman of 46 my mom still looked pretty much okay. Probably better than just okay. She stands about 5 feet 7 inches with dark shoulder length hair that is starting to get a silver tinge through it. Her womanly hourglass figure is... well... motherly. You know what I mean, nicely curved and rounded but with a softness about it. But it is her green eyes I notice the most. The sparkle they once had was gone, and there is now a down turn to the corner of her mouth that I had never noticed before. I was used to my mother being vibrant and bubbly, now she seemed tired, worn and... well ...sad.
As mom started on the updates for the rest of the relatives, dad arrived home. My dad Sam is 48 years old and a good guy. Over the years we developed more of a mate-ship than a father-son relationship. We both seemed to like the same things and it was my dad who got me into the oil industry, the same industry he works in.
When dad walked in a saw me sitting there his face lit up like a beacon. He did not say anything but just took me in his arms, hugged me, while furiously patting me on the back. "Welcome home son," he said.
"Thanks dad." Nothing further was needed.
When the twins came down to see dad all hell broke loose. I was 15 years old when mom gave birth to twin girls. My parents had tried to have more children but it just didn't work out. I think they had resigned themselves to it just being the three of us when Wham!! not one but a double bundle. How often does that happen eh?
All through dinner everybody was talking at me, wanting to know how my job was, did I have a girlfriend, did I see any kangaroos in the streets, and on and on and on. As much as I might complain, I had a great time and it was a wonderful welcome home.
It was 7.45pm when mom said "Come on girls, bed time." Mom's announcement was met with a lot of Oh no's, and Oh please mom, and Jessica doesn't go to bed until 8.30. One thing I learnt growing up was that when mom said it was time to go to bed, then you would not convince her otherwise.
"I am gonna go now too," I announced, "I am really tired after the trip and feel like I am running on fumes. Is my old room still available?"
"Of course," mom said, "it's the same as it's ever been."
The twins scampered past on their way to bed yelling their good nights on the way. I walked over to mom and said, "It's great to be home again mom" then wrapped my arms around her in a hug.
She returned my hug then looked up to me and said "It's great to have you home too. We all missed you Tony. I missed you."
"Good night mom," I said, and without thinking bent down and kissed her quickly on the lips before breaking the hug and, walking across to dad, shook his hand.
"Good night son," he said, "and welcome home."
The next three days were a blur for me. I was completely zonked out with jetlag and sleeping for more hours than I was awake, which was usually in the middle of the night. It was Sunday morning when I finally felt completely sane again and met everyone at breakfast. All the questions started over again, but amongst it all dad and I made a time to meet at the local bar for a few drinks later that night.
I made a couple of telephone calls and headed out for the rest of the day to catch up with some old friends, some of which were now dating each other. The more things change, the more they stay the same, is right!
I meet up with dad around 5.00pm and we immediately fell into old time conversation easily. One round of beers turned into another, and into another, and into another. Dad told me all about his new job and added responsibilities, how he has to go away and supervise some of the drilling rigs, but also how mom is not very happy about him being away. He even told me that he and mom had an argument on Friday night after I went to bed. Apparently over the next month he has to fly to the Middle East every Monday but will return for the weekends. Mom had hit the roof.
"You can't go away when Tony has just got back," she had said.
"Aww, Tony's in this game too," dad explained, "he will understand if anyone can."
I told dad it was ok and I did understand. I knew how demanding the job could be and I had come home unannounced, so really, it was partly my fault anyway.
We got home from the bar about 10.00pm very much worse for wear. Mom was nowhere to be seen so I presumed she must have gone to bed. What really made it a lot worse is that our dinner was still laid out on the kitchen table. Mom had probably been waiting for us to get home and we had let her down. I felt really selfish and angry with myself, in a drunk angry selfish way.
I said goodnight to dad, had a shower, and collapsed on top of my bed in a stoned stupor, still naked and still soaking wet. Sometime during the night I felt the blankets being pulled up to cover me and then a light kiss on my forehead. And with that I felt warm, and safe, and loved.
I woke the next afternoon with one hell of a hangover. Mom was at her part time job and the twins were at school. I remembered that dad had to catch a plane at 10.30 so I guess he must have made it. If there is one thing I had learned from living in Australia is that the beach can cure anything. Even hangovers. So I grabbed my trunks, a towel, and the keys to dad's car, and headed out for some of nature's cure.
It was about 6.00pm when I finally got back home, still feeling like crap but at least a little better.
"Tony! Tony! come play," the twins yelled as soon as I walked in the back door.
Mom was in the kitchen again and looked up from the meal she was preparing. She could immediately see how bad I was feeling but didn't say a word, just cocked her right eyebrow and smirked, clearly indicating to me that the pain ain't over yet.
I went with the girls and played for about the next hour before mom announced it was dinner time. The three of us joined mom at the table where generous helpings of pie with potatoes, peas, and spinach were waiting for us. The conversation flowed easily as everyone told the group what happened in their day. It was exactly 7.45pm when mom announced again, "Come on girls, bed time," to be met with the exact the same protests I had heard previously. I soon realised this was a nightly ritual.
As mom put the twins to bed I cleared the dining table then stacked the dishwasher. I was still covered in sand and sea salt from the beach so I then headed upstairs for a shower and change of clothes.
It was about 30 minutes later before I came back down the stairs and noticed mom was now seated in the lounge with the remnants of a rather large drink in front of her. I presumed it was a gin and tonic because that is her favorite.
"Mind if I have one too mom?" I ask.
"Of course not son, and you can get me another while you're at it" she said.
As I returned to the lounge with the drinks, I said, "Is everything okay with you mom?"
"Everything is fine love, why do you ask?"
"Well," I said, "I have noticed that you do not seem as happy as you used to be. Sort of withdrawn and sad."
"Oh I'm alright," mom said, "I just don't like it when your father goes away. These days it seems to be more often and for longer."
"You know it's all part of his job mom," I say.
"I know," she responds, "Your dad is a good man Tony and he's always been a good provider. It's just that when he's gone... I have nobody to talk to... nobody to share my bed with... and its lonely."
"I'm here mom," I say, "we can talk. I know it's not the same as dad but at least you won't be lonely. I'm a good listener you know!"
"You are such a sweet boy Tony and I am so lucky to have a son that cares as much as you do." she says, "Okay, what would you like to talk about?"
"Why don't you tell me about you and dad when you were young? I don't know anything, like, how you met even," I suggested.
Mom had just enough alcohol in her system to loosen her tongue and want to talk. And talk she did. We must have sat there for about the next three hours talking about her and dad. How they met through mutual friends, how they could never see enough of each other, how they would meet up with friends, go to the movies, or dancing at the local hall, or picnic's by the lake, or just out to a restaurant for dinner.
By the end of the night mom was laughing and joking. She had that sparkle back in her eyes. It was at that moment that I decided I would make the next few days the happiest I could before dad arrived back.
"Mom," I announced, "I am going to take you out on a date every night until dad gets home. That's the next three nights mom."
"We can't do that Tony," she says.
"What! You don't want to be seen with your son." I say rather dejectedly.
Mom gets up from her chair and sits on the lounge next to me. She puts her arm around my shoulder and says, "It's not that Tony. I am very proud of you and would love to go out with such a handsome, dashing young man," the last with tongue in cheek, "it's just the girls. I have nobody that can look after them, especially for three nights in a row. It's a lovely thought Tony, and it makes me very happy to know that you would like to take me out, but its just not possible."
"Well in that case," I announce, feeling confident once again, "we will just have to have home dates."
"Home dates?" mom responds.
"Yes! When the twins go off to bed you and I will go on our home date. Tomorrow night, we are off to the movies, so be prepared!!" and with that I jumped up and off to bed before mom could respond.
The next day was another work day for mom so she was not around when I finally got up. I had to prepare for my date night with mom so the first thing was to make some frozen Margaritas. After seeing mom loosen up the previous night with her Gin I wasn't going to just serve Pepsi and risk everything going backwards.
Just before mom was due home I left and went down to the movie store where I hired Pretty Woman, moms favorite movie, and brought some popcorn. Sneaking back into my room without mom and the twins noticing was a bit of a problem but I managed to accomplish it.
At 6.30pm I hear mom yell "Tony! Girl's! Dinner Time!"
Everybody gathers at the dinner table where the conversation immediately falls into the routine of previous dinners. What everybody got up to that day. Mom was giving me some rather inquisitive looks but I just pretended not to notice. When it came to my turn to say what happened in my day I just simply said that I visited some friends.
At exactly 7.45pm mom announced, "Come on girls, bed time."
"Mom," I said, "I will ensure the girls brush their teeth and get to bed, why don't you go and get ready for your date?"
"Tony, don't be silly," mom said, "You don't have to do this you know."
"Mom," I said rather firmly, "you are not going to the movies in your tracksuit, so to your room and get ready. Your date will pick you up at your room at 8.30pm so go get ready, and dress appropriately!"
Mom didn't say another word. She just gave me a slight frown then turned around and headed off.
The rush was then on for me to get the girls ready and into bed, set the lounge in front of the television, get the movie cued and ready to go, get the popcorn out and into platters, and finally, ensure the Margaritas were ready to serve. On my way up to have a shower, the last thing I did was turn on the table lamp and turn off the overhead room lights. Everything looked great. I was pleased with my efforts and hoped that mom enjoyed herself.
At exactly 8.30pm I knocked on mom's bedroom door. There was a slight delay before the door opened. Wow! Mom was a knock out. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun she had put on eye shadow and lipstick. She wore a bright red cotton short sleeve shirt with the top two buttons undone. This only accentuated the cleavage of her rather pale breasts which, I must admit, I had never previously taken any interest in. She was also wearing a pair of tight dark jeans tucked into light brown leather three quarter boots with a high but sensible heel.
I had never seen mom dressed this way before and she looked fantastic. "Wow!" I said out loud this time.
"You look pretty good yourself mister," Mom said.
I knew that I did. I wanted to make sure that mom knew I was serious about these dates so I had gone out of my way to ensure that I dressed up.
"Are you ready to go now, Laura?" I said using moms Christian name and holding my hand out.
Mom did not seem to mind, taking my hand and saying "Why certainly my dear boy."
When we got to the top of the stairs and mom saw the room she stopped and said "Oh Tony, it all looks wonderful."
The look on her face made it all worthwhile for me. "Come on Laura, the movie is about to start." I said as I hurriedly made my way down the stairs.
I guided mom to her seat and without asking poured two Margaritas, handing one to mom. "A toast to a lovely evening mom..ahh... Laura," I said.
Mom just smiled and we chinked glasses as I took my seat beside her. When I hit the remote control mom just squealed with delight as she realised what movie we were going to watch. She turned to me and said "Perfect," then gave me a peck on my cheek.
We both then settled in to watch the movie and eating the popcorn, while regularly filling up our Margaritas. About half way through the movie I got up and made a new batch and when I returned with the jug mum moved over and cuddled up into me. It was a natural reaction for me to put my arm around her shoulders, as mom snuggled in closer, and just lightly caress her arm while we both continued to watch the movie in silence, each to our own thoughts.
All through the movie I could her mom making little noises and sighs, depending on what was happening, and it was after a rather deep sigh that I looked down at her. Mom must have noticed my movement and looked up toward me with like a contented smile on her face.
"Thank you for this Tony," she said, "this is wonderful and you are so thoughtful".
"That's ok mom," I replied, "it's easy to do when you are the best mother in the world," and with that I just leant down and quickly kissed her on the lips.
"Thank you mom," I continued before she could say anything, "for all the years that you have looked after me I owe you a lot more."
"Oh don't be silly," she said, "you don't owe me anything, and anyway, I'm Laura tonight... remember!"
We both giggled at that and went back to watching the movie in silence until Richard Gere carry's Julie Roberts off in the sunset.
When the credits were rolling I switched the movie off and said, "Well Laura, I suppose I should get you home before your dad comes looking for me?"
"Mmmm, I suppose so. I have had such a great night. Thank you again Tony."
With that we both turned and walked up the stairs and stopped outside mom's bedroom door.
"I know this is our first date Laura, but would you like to go dancing tomorrow night?" I said rather coyly.
"I don't know whether I can take two dates in a row these days Tony," mom responded.
Feeling more confident I said, "No excuses. Be ready at 8.30pm tomorrow night my good lady."
"Okay then my young man, it's a date." she said, "I'm feeling a bit woozy after all that booze so I am going to turn in now Tony. Thank you once again for a great night. Bye honey."
"Hold on Laura." I said, "Do I happen to get a goodnight kiss?"
Mom turned back with a smirk on her face. In her best upper class voice she said, "Well I don't normally kiss on a first date, but given that you have been a true gentleman, and come from a respectable family, then I will make an exception tonight."
With that mom moved forward and lifted her face toward me. I don't know what come over me at that point but as I was looking down into those captivating beautiful green eyes I forgot that Laura was my mom. As our lips touched briefly I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to quickly swipe across mom's lips. Mom quickly pulled back.
"Perhaps I was wrong about you being a gentleman after all," she admonished, "you should not kiss your mother like that Tony, please don't do it again."
"I was not kissing my mother," I said, "I was kissing Laura, my pretty woman."
Mom never said another word but just spun on her heel, opened the bedroom door, and walked through closing it behind her.
I thought perhaps that I had gone too far. Oh well, I will have to deal with that tomorrow. Just as I turned and went back downstairs I could hear the shower turn on from mom's ensuite.
I turned off the DVD, cleaned up the mess, and washed all the dishes. I thought that if mom was going to have a go at me I might as well minimize the damage. When I made my way back I lifted the blinds to let the moonlight bathe my room, then had another shower before once again collapsing on the bed naked and wet.
I could not get to sleep and tossed and turned thinking about the events earlier. I did not know what had happened but I did know that I had a sudden realization of attraction to my mother. No, more than that, I was sexually attracted to my mother. I wanted to know her, the real her. Not just the superficial parental knowledge, but the intimate knowledge.
After about 1 hour of this torture I get up and head downstairs, not bothering to clothe myself, and grab a cool drink to take back to my room. Shortly afterward there is a light knock at my door.
"Come in", I say as I sit up and pull the covers across me.
The door opens slowly, mum enters, and then closes the door silently behind her. I can see by the moonlight that she has her hair down and is wearing a white three quarter length satin negligee with spaghetti straps and a lace bodice.
As she walks slowly toward me I say, "Mom, I am very sorry about before. I didn't mean to upset you like that".
"It's not mom," she says, "Its Laura."
The full realization of those words hit home with a thud. My mother had come to my room to continue our date.
I pulled the covers back and stood up, fully aware of my nakedness, and took my mother in my arms. "I hope your daddy doesn't find out about this," I say, "he will come after me with a scattergun I'm sure."
With that I bent down and covered my mother's lips with my own. There was no resistance as I immediately felt her tongue come out to play with mine. The touch was light and physical. We caressed each other's tongue as we explored our lips, neck, ears and eyes, slowly and sensually. I had never experienced anything like what I was feeling at that moment.
Eventually we had to stop. Lost for breath we were both panting and just looking at each other. I guess the realization of what occurred must have hit home for mom at that moment. She quickly pulled away from me and said "Oh my god what have I done?" then turned on her heels and rushed from the room, leaving me standing hard and naked in the middle of the room.
With my cock pointing the way I decided to go after her. I could see the light was on in her bedroom so, without knocking, I just turned the knob and went in. Mom spun around as I entered the room, "Get out. Get out Tony, I can't do this right now," she said.
I continued to walk toward mom, my 6½ inch cock bouncing with every step and pointing directly at her. "It's ok Laura," I said, "It's all ok."
With that I once again took my mother in my arms and kissed her long and lovingly. At first she did not respond but soon became a willing partner. As we were kissing I decided to push the envelope further and started to run my hand up and down mom's back, slowly from the crack of her arse to the base of her neck and back again. I then turned mom around and started kissing the base at the back of her neck and nibbling at her ears. I moved my hand up to caress the front of her neck then slowly inched it down until I felt the beginning of the swell of her breasts. Mom immediately reached up and grasped my hand.
"It's ok Laura," I whispered into her ear, "your daddy won't know. Nobody will know."
I removed my hand from mom's grasp and placed each of my hands on her shoulders. As I continued to lick and kiss the back of her neck I slowly moved the negligee strap from each shoulder down onto her arms. There was no further resistance from mom as I moved the straps further and further down until they fell into the crease of her crossed arms, the negligee bodice following shortly after.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, me totally naked with my cock pressing hard into mom's back, and mom naked from the waist up. Finally I heard her give a deep sigh and allow her arms to drop with the negligee falling off completely.
Mom pulled away from me then turned to face me. For the first time completely naked. I visibly sucked in my breath. My mother was beautiful. Her breasts were about a 34D, lily white, and pointed downward. Her aureoles were quite large and a mushroom colour with each being adorned by a very hard large nipple.
"Laura," I gasped, "you are beautiful".
"This is going to get very messy," she replied, "are you sure about this Tony?"
"Come back to my room Laura." I said as I held my hand out.
Mom took hold of my hand and we both walked silently back to my bedroom. I immediately pulled the covers back completely and then lay down pulling mom with me.
As we lay facing each other, "Tony," mom said, "I'm scared."
"There is nothing to be scared about Laura," I say, "we can keep this a secret from everyone."
"It's not that, we are way beyond that anyway. No it's your penis Tony. Sam is the only lover I have ever been with and, well... you are very large," she said looking down toward my cock.
Well that was one comment I never expected to hear. I knew that my cock was not exceptionally long, however it is very fat. Very, very fat actually and has been trouble for other ladies in the past.
"Laura, we can take it very slow," I say, "and we can stop anytime you would like to."
With that I take mom's hand and move it down toward my cock. She is very tentative about touching me.
"What's wrong Laura?"
"I'm not sure," she says, then sits up and slides her feet to the floor.
I was up like a flash and stood in front of her, my cock pointed directly at her mouth. I slowly kneel to the floor until I am looking directly at her, then move forward until our lips meet once again. A small noise escapes from mom as we once again start to make out. I continue to move forward until mom is laying on the bed, her feet on the ground, with me on top. I position my cock so that it has nestled on moms pelvis, the slowly move back until I feel contact with moms pubic hair. I let out a deep long sign as I feel the heat emanating from her.
Mom breaks the kiss, "Tony, I need to try this right now, I don't want to wait any longer. Please go easy though."
I give mom one last kiss then sit myself up. My eyes never leaving hers, I place each hand under mom's thighs, then gently lift and spread her legs apart slowly until mom has opened herself up to me completely.
It is then that I look down and notice mom's pussy. She has a boldly protruding pelvic bone with the most beautiful pussy adorning it. Lusciously inflamed vagina lips are split by the pimple of a clitoris just hiding beneath. Mom's pubic hair is cut very short and neat. Everything is glistening from the juices emanating from within.
"Laura, you have a very beautiful vagina," I say.
"Do you think so; I've always thought it was ugly."
"No, just the opposite Laura. It's my fantasy vagina, just perfect," I say.
I then position my rock hard cock along the length of mom's pussy and slowly run it back and forth, lubricating it as best as I am able. I then place the bulbous head between mom's pussy lips and run it back and forth until I feel the entrance to mom's canal. I look up and mom has a look of concern on her face.
I slowly push the head of my cock against the elastic restriction of the closure. I feel mom tense as I work myself in and back, in and back, gradually getting deeper. I can feel the skin slowly stretch itself around my cock head until suddenly its past the widest point and I slip in as far as the bunched up foreskin.
I stop there and rest. Allowing mom to get used to my girth.
Eventually I say, "Can I continue to make love to you Laura?"
"yes," mom whispers.
"Can I make love to you mom?"
"Yes, my precious son. Please make love with me, I love you."
I then watch the amazing sight of my cock entering my mother's pussy as I slowly rock back and forth, back and forth, gently maneuvering my cock deeper and deeper. I hear moms breathing change from short sharp gasps to longer drawn out moans. Finally I have my full length inside my mother. She is on fire. The heat encompassing my cock from my mother's love is like a flame on my skin.
I move between moms outstretched thighs and kiss her slowly and passionately. I can feel her pelvis start to move as I commence to move with her. Our lips never leave each other as our pace quickens. I can hear a deep guttural grunt coming from mom as she meets each of my thrusts, her thighs like a vice against my ribs and her fingers embedded into my back.
It is not long before I can feel the stirrings deep within my balls and I know I am just moments from orgasm. I break the kiss.
"Sorry but I am going to cum already mother,"
Mom pulls me tighter to her and whispers, "Its ok baby, cum in me, I want to feel all of you."
Knowing that my mother wants me to give her everything just sends me over the edge. I feel the sperm work itself along my tube until I cry out when the first rope escapes into my mother's depths.
I grab mother tightly as I hammer my cock hard into her, with each thrust another rope of cum escapes until I am completely spent and collapse upon her trying to swallow gulps of air.
After a few minutes I lift myself up and looked at my mother. She has a tear rolling down her face. She knows that nothing will ever be the same. We crossed a line that is never meant to be crossed. We both had a need and put everything else aside to satisfy ourselves. I poked my tongue out and tasted the saltiness of her tear.
"I love you mom."My Dates with Mom Ch. 02
Will mom go on another date with her son?
Thank you to all those that provided feedback, either posted on Chapter One or via my profile. I do appreciate it and I do read every one of your comments or suggestions. I try to write my stories with respect to the woman depicted and will not consider degrading acts... well maybe a little, acknowledging that we all get our kicks in different ways. I try to write stories for the reader to get lost in the fantasy, not as a literary masterpiece. I therefore have no time for those of you that prefer to provide feedback on the contextual use of "mom" and "mum", and for those who wish to debate the use of a colon in 7.30pm, please take your colon to the Gay section... I'm sure it will be put to better use there. Stay safe everyone, you are all important people - thepeckker
From Chapter One
After a few minutes I lift myself up and looked at my mother. She has a tear rolling down her face. She knows that nothing will ever be the same. We crossed a line that is never meant to be crossed. We both had a need and put everything else aside to satisfy ourselves. I poked my tongue out and tasted the saltiness of her tear.
"I love you mom."
Chapter Two continues:
"And I love you to Tony," she replied, "but what we have done is..."
"Wonderful," I interjected as I lay my head against her neck and snuggled closer.
"Tony, I need to go back to my own room," she said softly, "I need some time to myself right now."
I lifted myself onto my elbows and studied moms face for a moment. The tracks were still visible from her tears and her brow was furrowed. Although her eyes now had a sparkle to them, I assumed that was from crying. "Sure mom," I said, "but I want you to know that being like this with you has been one of... no,... the absolute highlight of my life."
"Thank you son," she said, "but please let me up so that I can leave."
As I lifted myself off, my cock gave an audible plop as it exited mom's pussy. I did not look down but stopped and looked straight at mom. Although her face was still sad, her mouth broke into a discernable grin at the edges. I rolled onto my side, and as I did, mom pulled the covers across to hide her nudity from me.
I lay there still naked as mom stood up and wrapped a sheet around herself. She then turned to me and quietly started to sob. As the tears started to flow once again she said, "I'm sorry Tony. This is so wrong in so many ways. I don't..."
I cut her off. "Don't say anything more mom. Not just yet."
With that she nodded. Her eyes slowly swept down my body and lingered on my cock lying flaccid and glistening in the moonlight with our combined juices. When they returned she looked directly at me, gave a barely discernible nod, then turned and left my room silently.
"Wow, what just went on," I thought to myself as I tried to figure out the events of the past hour. Making love to my mother had been just so fantastic. I had never felt such passion before. My emotions were still electric as my heart continues to beat so hard it is thudding in my ears.
It was clear that my mother enjoyed all of the kissing and caressing. So what had changed mom's demeanor? Perhaps she didn't like my cock? I know it's not long but perhaps it was just too fat and she was uncomfortable? Maybe I am just no fucking good fucking and she was completely dissatisfied with my abilities? After all I did come very quickly, and there wasn't any foreplay. But that was at her request, and it was our first time!
I continued to mull everything around in my head looking for a solution, and when an answer did not come I was just determined to make my dancing date with Laura the following night something special. With that decided I pulled up the remnants of the covers, turned on my side, and welcomed the blackness that soon descended.
The sunlight bursting through my window woke me and, when I looked at my clock, I could not believe it was 10:30am. I quickly pulled on my shorts and rushed downstairs. "Mom, ...mom," I called. There was no response. "Of course," I said to myself as the penny dropped, "It's Wednesday and mom will be working until about 3:00pm before she collects the girls."
As I entered the kitchen I looked for a note, looked for anything that could be a message from mom. But there was nothing. "Right," I thought, "time to get moving".
With that I quickly had a shower, grabbed some new sheets for my bed, as the old ones were clearly soiled with a huge dry patch. "Fuck, how much did I cum last night," I thought as I put the old sheet in the laundry. I noticed that its matching partner was also in the laundry and that it was also soiled. Mom must have put it there before going to work. My cock started to get hard as I thought about mom cleaning herself off with this sheet, cleaning all of my cum as it dripped from her pussy. I picked it up and held it to my nose. I wondered if mom's pussy had left a distinctive odour. There was nothing.
I threw the sheet back on the floor, headed back to the kitchen and grabbed the keys to dad's car, then hit the road. I'd already searched the internet and worked out that it would take me two hours to drive to the costume hire place that specialized in rock-n-roll type outfits, which unfortunately was in the next town.
I don't remember most of the drive as I continued to mull over the events of the night before. Before I knew it the two hours had gone and I was pulling up outside the front of "Cabaret Costume Hire".
Most costume shops have that musty smell to them and this was no different. Behind the counter was a woman of about 35yo, about 5ft 7in, and platinum blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed like she had just come out of a soda shop from the 1950's, however it was the lilting screech of her voice that shattered the whole illusion.
"And what can I do for you today," she greeted me.
"Hi there," I said, "I am looking for a special outfit for a special lady to go dancing with tonight. Something that will be fitting for social dancing more than specifically for rock, or latin, or ballroom. Do you have a sort of middle of the road outfit?"
"Oh yes," she screeched, "we can cater for all sorts of occasions. Come over here with me honey and we will see what we can find."
Well that was easier said than done. I had no idea there would be so many designs, colours, skirts, dresses, slacks, sequins, laces, tassels, lycra, chiffon, flats, pumps. The list was endless. Finally, out of frustration the assistant asked who the dress was for, and before I knew it I had blurted out that it was for my mother.
"What!" she exclaimed, "You're looking for a sexy dress for your momma? To take dancing?"
I just looked at her not knowing what to say. When the silence got too long I said, "Well yes. She's a wonderful lady and a fantastic mother who also happens to be sexy with it. What's wrong with wanting to do something nice with her?"
"Nothing I guess," she responded, "I hope my bloody no good boy's think like you one day. It would be lovely if they give me a thought sometime instead of just thinking about their stomachs and their dicks! I've got two of 'em you see... 15 and 13... their old man cleared off and left me to bring 'em up myself. Bloody useless bastard he was... and they're turning out the same as 'im. Come with me darl, I got something out the back that just might do the trick."
As soon as she held it up I knew that it was the one. It was an ice blue silk ¾ length dress, fitted at the waist, and with a strapless top. The fall of the skirt was just spectacular and I just knew that with every twirl the skirt would flair out beautifully.
"Oh yes," I said, "that is just perfect."
"It won't be too revealing for your mother will it?," the assistant said, "that neckline does plunge rather deeply."
"On no!" I responded, "it's perfect."
"So, what about you then?", "she continued, "how about an outfit for you?"
It took another hour before I eventually settled on a black tango all-in-one outfit, settled the account, and was making my way back home once again.
It was 4 o'clock by the time I drove into the driveway. Mom's Honda people mover was already in the garage and I parked dad's Mercedes next to it. As quietly as possible I removed the costumes from the back seat and went around the front of the house with the intention of slipping through the front door unnoticed.
Just as I opened the door I heard mom call to me from upstairs. "Tony, is that you?"
Fuck, what to do? "Yeah mom, it's me." I responded.
I raced through to the laundry, dropped the costumes, and managed to return to the kitchen just as mom and the twins appeared. "Tony," mom said not looking toward me but pretending to look for her car keys, "I just have to take the girls down for their gymnastics lessons and then we were going to stop off for some pizza. Will you be ok to get your own dinner?"
"Sure mom, no problem," I responded as she walked straight past me.
As she was about to go out the back door mom turned. I was shocked by the sadness I saw in her. "We need to talk about last night son," was all she said before slowly turning her back and heading out to the garage.
Oh no! That didn't sound too promising. Given moms attitude I debated long and hard about whether to go ahead with the dancing date. In the end I thought I would just lay mom's costume out on her bed so that she could at least see the trouble I had gone to. Even if the evening turned really bad perhaps that would soften mom's attitude toward me.
Dad's music system was so antiquated that I spent the next two hours lounging on my bed downloading a variety of music files to my iPod and creating a playlist that I thought mom might like.
By that time it was 7 o'clock so I headed back downstairs to make some dinner for myself. Although the pantry was well stocked it took me a long time to find everything I needed because I was no longer used to the location of specific items. Plus after two years I was now used to Australian ingredients. Nevertheless, I managed to make myself a three egg ham, cheese, and tomato omelet with baked herbed potato and asparagus spears on the side.
I propped myself up at the kitchen breakfast bar and got stuck in. I was only half way through my meal when mom arrived home and the girls come running in to tell me all about their practice. They screwed their noses up when they saw what I was eating, preferring to boast about the pizza, fries, and ice-cream they had just consumed.
"Well it's great to see that you know how to eat reasonably healthy," mom said, then, "come on girls, shower and off to bed with you, I'll be up shortly."
Surprisingly the twins never argued this time. I surmised that all of the exercise had worn them out and tonight they welcomed their beds. As they scampered out of the kitchen and up the stairs, mom came over and sat on the stool beside me. She then reached out and took one of the asparagus spears from my plate.
"Hey this isn't half bad." she said, "Can I have another?"
"Of course, take what you would like,"
"Tony, about last night," she continued as if I hadn't answered her, "I have been sick with worry and guilt. What we did was so very very wrong. It is wrong in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of society. You are my son for goodness sake! A mother is not supposed to do those things with her children. She is supposed to protect them."
"Mom," I interjected, "I am ok with what happened. I am not emotionally scarred or damaged. In fact mom, I love you so much more because of what happened. You are so very special to me now, so much closer in my heart."
I could see her face soften at my words.
"Tony, I don't think that you realise the full impact of what could occur because of those few minutes. This can have an impact on your father, the twins, my marriage, and our family. I have never cheated on your dad since we have been together. Oh there were opportunities of course, but I never wanted to betray your father. I love him so much and we have had a fantastic life together so far. Oh! I admit that I am unhappy about him being away all the time for work these days, but that's his job, that's not him. Now, not only have I betrayed him but I have done so with his son, our son. Don't you see what all of this could mean to our family?"
I admit that I had not thought it all through. I had been selfish and only concentrating on my own emotions and physical gratification. "I am sorry, mom," I answered, "I hadn't thought of all that."
"I know you hadn't Tony," she responded, "Can't you see that it has to stop here. We have to try and put this behind us and continue as mother and son. Act as if nothing happened and continue on with our lives. We must take this secret to our graves. Can you do that Tony?"
"But, what about birth control mom? We never took the time to be very responsible in that department either," I said.
"Its ok honey," mom responded, "I went to see the doctor today and have taken the morning after pill. I know I will be ill tomorrow... but better now than in nine months eh?"
Mom had taken all of the responsibility and I had done nothing. "Don't worry mom," I said, "I never intend to tell anybody that I had a lover that is my mother... and a mother who is my love. Our secret is safe."
With that mom reached up and softly stroked my face. "Thank you. Your reassurance means so much. I feel so much better now, but right now I must go and see if those girls have made it into bed yet." And with that she got up and left, leaving me feeling emotionally exhausted... hungry no longer.
I sat at the counter for about another 15 minutes before washing up and heading to my room. As I passed, I could hear the soft sound of sobbing coming from my parents room. I knocked lightly, "Mom, are you ok?"
Receiving no response I slowly turned the knob and silently opened the door. Mom was sitting on the edge of her bed with the remnants of tears rolling down her face. She held a tissue to her nose whilst her other hand was tentatively pulling at the edge of the gown I had laid out for her hours previously. Fuck, I had forgotten all about that.
She lifted her eyes to meet mine as I hesitantly took a step forward. "It... its beautiful Tony," she said, her sobs ebbing, "It's the most beautiful dress I've seen."
"Well it was meant for Laura mom, but she cancelled our date a short time ago."
What remained of mom's sobs then intermingled with little giggles. "She always was a bitch that woman," she replied, then, "I never really approved of you going out with her anyway. She is much too old and cunning for you."
"I don't believe that to be the case mom. Nevertheless, I would love to go dancing with her... sort of au revoir to a relationship that never really got started I guess."
Mom just sat on the bed looking at me for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably more like 30 seconds. Her tears had now dried, leaving her face red and streaked, then quite suddenly she broke the awkward silence and said, "What, you mean like a platonic break-up date?"
"Well, yes... it would be a shame to see such a beautiful dress go to waste," I responded.
"Mmmm, that would be a shame," mom said, and after a momentary deliberation continued, "You know, I reckon if you turned up at Laura's door unannounced, say in about an hour, you might just catch her out."
"Do you really think so mom?" I asked eagerly, and when mom gave a little nod I continued, "You know I think your right. I'll give that a go then."
With that I left moms room and continued on to my own. I don't know why mom suggested going through with the date, but I think she probably felt bad about all the trouble I had gone to and just wanted to make some amends to me.
I stripped naked, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I could hear mom's shower going as I passed her room and was instantly cheerful. I had a shave and then took my time in the shower, turning the hot water up and just allowing the stress and tiredness to wash from me.
By the time I got back to my room and I was feeling completely refreshed. I hadn't tried my costume on at the store, I was already running late by then, and so it wasn't until now that I realised I should have gotten the bigger size. This costume was not just tight, but it was like a second skin. It had a stretchy lycra top that had a deep scooped neck down to the lower chest, then from the thighs it flared out and each leg was covered with diamantes and glitter.
My crotch area was very pronounced and my underwear was keeping everything bunched up. I made the only decision I could. Off came the underwear, it was commando tonight. After I had made the necessary adjustments I looked better than ok. The neckline showed off my chest rather nicely and my package was hidden a lot better than it had been previously.
Once I was finished I headed downstairs to the patio and cleared away all of the chairs to make way for a small dance floor. The type of flooring wasn't ideal but it was enough to be able to get some moves going. I then grabbed one of dad's champagnes from the fridge and set up glasses along with plenty of ice.
When I thought everything was a good as it could be, the last thing I did before going back upstairs was to set the iPod going softly with some Glenn Miller music.
I was very nervous when I knocked on mom's bedroom door again. Momentarily the door swung inwards and there mom stood dressed in the ice blue silk outfit. It fitted her perfectly, "just as well I had remembered to take her size with me," I thought.
The bodice fitted snuggly and was adorned with mom's milky white breasts filling the inbuilt bra cups to the max. Mom had pulled her hair back into a bun exposing a small diamond cluster on a gold necklace that hung around her neck.
"Wow! Laura," was all I could say as my mouth hung open.
"It is beautiful isn't it Tony?" mom said, "I just feel so elegant."
"You look spectacular!" was all I could muster.
Then gathering my thoughts together I continued, "Would you like to come dancing with me tonight Laura?"
"Yes, I would like that very much thank you Tony," mom said, and as she moved to entwine her hand with my outstretched arm. I noticed her take a quick glance down at the bulge in my crotch. Unsurprisingly, it had risen significantly since my initial knock on the door.
We spent the next two hours dancing our feet off. Non-stop we went through jive, swing, waltz, quickstep, and foxtrot. Well the best we could do anyway. Unbeknown to mom I had been having lessons so I had a good grasp on most of the dances. Mom, on the other hand, was completely out of practice. I did notice that the skirt of her dress did flair out with each twirl, giving me a glimpse of the powder blue lace French knickers she wore underneath. The end effect of the night was a lot of sore toes and multitudes of laughter mixed with a decent helping of alcohol.
We were both very relaxed by the time an extended Rumba mix came on. Mom said, "I think that's enough for me. I am feeling quite heady from the alcohol and I do have an early start in the morning."
"Ok Laura," I said, "but how about one more dance for the road?" and before mom could object I pulled her close to me and commenced leading her with the gentle gyration of the Rumba. Mom placed her left arm around my neck, allowing me to glide her around slowly and seductively, as she rested her head against my chest. I looked down upon her, then further to her cleavage. The image of those lacy French knickers flashed back into my head and the effect was immediate. My restrained cock started to fill, and coupled with the gyrations against my mother's body, it started to harden.
"Mmmm," said my mother as she started to respond in kind. Shortly afterward she must have realised what was happening and suddenly pushed away. "This has been a great night Tony. Thank you very much, but I have to get some sleep now." Mom then turned without so much as another word and made her way up the stairs.
Once again I was left confused, and worse still, I had to clean up our mess again. It was about 30 minutes later that I made my way up the stairs. As I approached moms room I could see that it was in darkness. Maybe it was the booze, maybe I was just pissed off, but as I was alongside the door I opened it and walked straight into mom's room.
"What is it?" I heard mom ask with concern.
"It was that bitch Laura mom." I said, "We had a great night then she left me without so much as a good night kiss, and on our second date no less."
As I slowly started to walk further into the room, my path illuminated by the hallway light, mom said, "I did warn you that she was no good for you Tony."
As I approached mom sat up in bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, and when I sat on the edge next to her she shimmied towards the middle giving me some extra room.
"I know you warned me mom, but I came to a decision about that," I said.
"Oh, and what just may that be?" she replied with a look of concern.
"I am not going to allow Laura to treat me like that!" and with that I leant across, held my mother each side of her face, and placed my lips upon hers. We both opened our mouths instinctively, readily accepting each other's tongue as we continued to explore. There was an urgent hunger within each of us as we wildly sucked and licked each other.
Suddenly, "Stop! Stop this Tony!" mom said. "We can't do this anymore, you know that!"
"Mom," I responded, "It wasn't me that had a problem with it. You were the one who came up with all of the excuses not to do this... but you never actually said how you really felt yourself... did you?"
Mom delayed her response as she sat holding her head in her hands. Then with a huge sigh "No, I didn't Tony. I loved what we did. I loved having you so close to me once again. You made me feel so warm, and content, and so loved. There is nothing greater for a mother to feel with her child, but it is morally wrong, Tony. We can never be like that again"
"You left me thinking that you hated what happened, or you hated my penis, or I wasn't good enough for you!" I said, "I had a whirlwind of thoughts going round and ..."
"No! It wasn't like that. I'm so sorry Tony," mom interjected, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen or for you to feel that way. What we shared was lovely Tony. If I'm honest, I didn't want you to stop... and when you cum so soon... well that didn't matter really. As for your penis, well it did scare me at first. I know you are average in length Tony but it's just sooo fat! I didn't think it would fit and that scared me! Look, we shouldn't be talking like this Tony, it's not right for a mother to speak like this with her child."
"I don't care," I said, "I want to be with you again mom. I want to be your lover. I want to feel myself joined with you and experience the ecstasy of spewing my seed inside of you again."
I then stood up and in the filtered light from that hallway globe; I slowly stripped myself naked, openly exposing myself completely to my mother. My cock so engorged with blood it was like a steel pylon.
"Please don't do this," my mother said, her eyes fixed on my manhood, "I don't know if I have the strength to resist Tony. I'm begging you son, please don't."
As I was standing there I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly started to pull my foreskin back and forth. "Don't worry mom, I am not going to fuck you," I heard mom gasp as I continued, "not until you say you want to fuck me mom."
"Please don't speak to me like that Tony," she said, "I don't want to think that was all it was, I don't want you to dirty what happened between us."
"Alright," I said, "but we can still have some other fun together can't we?. You like what I am doing now don't you mom, you like looking at me pulling my cock don't you?"
Mom looked up at me with a quizzical gaze upon her face. "Isn't that still wrong Tony? Isn't being unfaithful in a different way still cheating on your dad?" she questioned.
"Would dad masturbate in front of you mom? Would dad spew his cum over you mom?" I reasoned.
"No," mom responded, "no he wouldn't do any of those things... and I wouldn't ask him to anyway... He would think I was sick if I did that."
I immediately came back at her, "Well I could argue that you are not cheating if he wouldn't do it with you in the first place." I continued to slowly stroke my cock, "and anyway, you like what I am doing don't you mom? You like looking at me giving myself pleasure don't you?"
Mom was silent for a short time, and then sighed, "I have not seen anybody do this before, Tony. Yes I do like watching you, ...your penis is beautiful."
"You know, back in Australia the guys at the footy club gave me the nickname 'stubby'. They said it is because my cock is like a beer bottle." Mom chuckled as I continued, "Would you like to watch me continue mom? Would you like to see me cum?"
I never gave her the opportunity to answer, "Let the covers down mom, I want to see all of you, I want to cum thinking about you, cum watching your body, cum thinking of fucking you mom. Please let the covers down," I pleaded.
As I stood over my mother and continued to pump my cock, she slowly released the covers from her neck and pushed them down to her waist. Mom's breasts had fallen either side of her chest with her large nipples erect and pointed downwards. With my free hand I reached out tentatively and took one of her breasts in my hand, feeling its weight and then giving the nipple a gentle squeeze. Mom gave out a little moan then sucked in her breath, "Oh my god Tony, you shouldn't be doing that... Ooooh... please don't."
I did stop, but only long enough to reach across and do the same to moms other breast. After having three children mom's breasts were no longer firm and upstanding, but they were sensitive and did react to my gentle caressing.
Mom didn't make any move to stop me. Her hands remained at her sides. With a glazed look she continued to watch me pump my cock faster and faster. Little moans escaped from her as every-so-often her tongue would poke out and lick her lips. I removed my free hand from mom's breasts then reached down and slowly pulled the covers completely off, entirely exposing my mother to my lustful gaze. She had worn nothing to bed other than those powder blue French knickers. I audibly sighed at the sight of my mother lying on the bed beneath me.
"Oh mom!" I said as I pumped my cock full speed, feeling the pressure build deep within, "Oh mom, you are just sooo beautiful. I really wanna feel myself inside you again mom, I really want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you. Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna cum mom, I'm gonna cuummm."
It was then that I lost control. I didn't care about anything. I was at that point that only another guy can understand; the heightened emotions and intense euphoria of release. My first rope of cum whizzed in an arc across mom and landed in the middle of dad's side of the bed. The ropes that followed created a mess. I was pumping my cock so hard cum just flew all over the bed in every direction. I didn't care, I just wanted the release.
Finally, when I had nothing left, my legs gave out beneath me and I collapsed on the bed beside mom. I could feel my own sticky cum on my arse as I sat there. I gave a huge satisfied sigh and looked at mom. She had her eyes screwed shut with little bubbles of cum dotted across her face and chest, and one large rope that started in the middle of her chest, went across her left breast, and onto her arm.
Mom opened her eyes and surveyed the mess before her. Without a word I reached down and slipped my finger up the baggy leg of mom's French knickers. I immediately felt the heat emanating from her pussy. There was no objection as I worked my way across mom's neatly cropped pubic hair until I felt the unmistakable rise of her pussy lips. My fingers gently stroked the length of mom's vagina, slowly forcing its lips apart, until they sunk into the depths of her soaking wet slit, searching for that little nub. I knew exactly when I hit the right place. Mom nearly jumped 10 feet.
"Get away Tony," mom hissed, pushing my shoulder forcefully, "get away from me so that I can get cleaned up... and get back to your own room! I don't want you in here ever again!"
As I stood mom elbowed her way past me, her tits swaying violently from side to side as she stormed into the ensuite. As soon as the door was closed I could hear the unmistakable click of the lock... it was that small noise that brought me back to the present.
I picked my clothes up from the floor and sulkily made my way to my own bedroom. I knew that I had fucked up big time. I had gone too far. Mom had enjoyed watching me jerk myself, but in order to self-satisfy I had forgotten where I was, and who I was with. I tossed my rented costume into the corner of my room and flung myself onto the bed, now angry with myself as I thought about the events of the evening.
Not 15 minutes passed before the bedroom door was flung open and mom stepped inside, completely naked and hair still wet from her shower. As she closed the door behind her she said angrily, "Why did you treat me like that? Do you just think of me as a slut? Is that what I am to you Tony? Just your fuckin slut that you can do anything with?"
I had never seen my mother this angry. As she made her way across to me I said, "Mom, I..I..."
"Don't say another word you fuckin arsehole. I.. do.. not.. want.. to.. hear.. one.. further.. word.. from.. you! You come into my room, you don't listen to what I say, you disrespect your father, then you spray your dirty fuckin seed everywhere."
I try to interrupt again, "Mom..."
SLAP!!
Mom gives me such a whack across my face I start seeing stars, "I said not to say another fucking word, didn't I? You still won't listen to me, you disrespect me, and you treat me like your slut. What sort of son are you? If you had your way you would probably like me to get down and suck that fucking cock of yours? Is that the next move Tony is it? Yeah look at you. I can see your fuckin cock starting to get hard again. Yeah, that's what you want... you want your mother to suck your cock because you treat your mother like your slut... you fuckin arsehole."
I didn't know what to think or what to do. My face still stung from the hit mom had given me, now here she was going ballistic with language I had never in my life heard from her.
"Look at that fucking thing. Hard as a rock again," mom continued, "Well, if you think your mommy is a slut, then that's exactly what she will be."
With that mom reached out and grabbed my cock with both hands, dropped onto her knees between my legs, and lowered her mouth onto the tip of my cock.
"Yeeoooww," escaped from my mouth before I could stop it. To have a woman suck my cock is amazing... to know that woman is your mother is beyond description.
Mom raised herself up onto her haunches. WHACK!!, "I said to shut the fuck up," she said, then lowered her mouth down onto my rod once again.
Because my cock is so fat mom had no hope of getting her mouth open wide enough, but what she did with her tongue was truly amazing. She licked me all around my cock head and down onto my balls, gently sucking at my scrotum sack, before making her way back again. I knew she couldn't last for too long before her jaw would ache, but what she did next was not expected.
"I guess I am not so good a slut as you thought eh Tony," she said, "I couldn't get your rocks off with my slutty mouth, could I? I wonder if I can get you to cum with my slutty cunt!"
Woah! Where did that come from, I thought.
"Is that what would do it for you son?" mom continued, "Is it mommy's dirty cunt that really gets you goin? You wanna pump mommy full of your seed? Is that it? Is mommy just another slut for you to fuck with that huge fat cock? You want split your mommy open?"
There was no denying it. Mom was in control of me. She knew what she was doing and she knew she had sent me over the edge. At this moment she could do whatever she wanted with me and I would gladly comply.
Mom straddled my legs and shuffled her way forward. As her pussy reached my cock it settled neatly between the folds and she rocked herself backward and forward. It was moms turn. She was using my cock to get herself off. I could hear her breathing get quicker and heavier. I raised my head and looked down. The sight was amazing. Mom had her legs spread as far as possible, my cock split evenly between her engorged pussy lips. It looked as though mom may have cum already as her complete pussy and most of my cock was covered in white lather and juices.
Mom continued to slowly slide back and forth along the length of my cock, her movement only slowing as she lent down toward me and whispered in such a soft and gentle voice, "Tony, I want to feel you inside me again... I want to make love with you son... I know we shouldn't do this but I really need you now... let tomorrow be tomorrow"
"Oh mom," I responded, "I love you so much mom, I will always love you... and I want to be here for you."
With that mom reached down between us, grasped my cock and placed it at her tunnel entrance. I could feel the softness start to give as mom placed more and more of her weight onto my cock. Finally, the slimy juice covering my cock helped the head break through into the furnace of mom's pussy. Her cunt was on fire.
Mom immediately stopped her movement, breathing in short sharp gasps. "It's ok mom," I said, "let's just take it easy."
After a short while Mom sat upright and slowly started to impale herself onto my cock. As she moved up and down, each downward movement was taking a little extra of my cock inside of her. I looked down and watched intently as my cock invaded my mother, her pussy stretched so tight the skin around it had turned shocking white.
Finally, with a small grunt, mom's pelvic bone hit mine, and I was completely inside my mother.
"I have never felt so full Tony," mom said, "I am tingling inside as I feel your hardness reaching up into me."
I raised my hands and caressed mom's breasts for a short time before draping one arm around the back of her neck and pulling her down to me. Our lips engaged for the first time since I entered her bedroom previously. There was no urgency, the was no wild hunger, there was only the soft sensual passion of two lovers engaging each other.
Indiscernibly mom started to move up and down on my cock. She was obviously starting to feel comfortable with my size as her hips moved at an ever increasing pace. I reached down and grabbed mom by her arse cheeks, assisting her movement as I also started to raise my pelvis with each thrust.
Suddenly mom broke our kiss, "Oh my," she said breathlessly, "Oh my Tony... please do it harder... please... I think I am going to cum."
I did not need to be told anything further, I started to gather intensity further until I was pulling out to my maximum and then spearing my mother as hard as a I could with my cock.
"Ohhh... ohhh... argggg," was all that mom said as her nails dug into my back and I could feel the heat from her cumming.
I continued to watch my cock thrust into my mother. It was this sight, and the feeling of my cock head being caressed as it split my mother's pussy lips, that sent me over the edge. As my seed burst for the second time tonight, I forced myself hard into my mother and kept her there, trying to push my cock through the other side of her body. Finally, as the last contractions subsided within me, I released the hold I had upon my mother and sank back into my mattress. As mom continued to lay upon me, breathing heavily from the exertion of our love making, I wrapped my arms around her and just held her close.
When I gathered my breath again I said, "Mom that was fantastic... I want you to know that I have no regrets making love with you. It was beautiful, you are beautiful. I have never thought of you as a slut, never anything like that at all."
"Mmmm, thank you." mom said, "I have no regrets either son. I feel very satisfied too. I haven't cum like that in a very very long time."
I kissed the top of moms head then said, "Sorry that I cum inside you again mom."
"It's ok Tony," she said, "When I went to the doctor this morning, I also went back on the pill. Ha! ha!, perhaps I'm a slut after all... but only a slut for my son!"My Dates with Mom Ch. 03
Son continues to date his mother.
Authors Note: Hiya All - The previous two chapters of this story are my early writings more than ten years ago. However I always felt the story was never complete so I've decided a third chapter is in order. To have a full understanding of the characters its best that you read the previous chapters, but I'll give a short synopsis should you not wish to do so given the time delay, otherwise, please skip down to where Chapter Three continues: - thepeckker
Synopsis: Tony is a 24year old Geologist that was transferred to his company's Australian office two years ago. He has returned home on vacation for the first time and surprised his 46yo mother Laura, his 48yo father Sam, and 8yo twin sisters Cait and Vicky.
Sam is also in the oil and gas industry however his current contract requires that he fly in/fly out to the Middle East regularly and left a few days after Tony's arrival.
Laura is feeling lonely due to Sam's work schedule and one night after a few drinks, then a few more, she tells Tony about the times she and Sam used to date before they were married. Tony suggested that while Sam is away for that week he could take her on some dates to relive those times. Laura said she could not because it would be wrong but she would never get a sitter for the twins for every night anyway. Tony proposed that he would make them 'home dates' instead.
Tony and his mother (call me Laura and not Mom on our dates) have had two home dates so far; firstly a movie date, and secondly a dancing date. They have had sex twice but Laura has been all over the place with regret due to her love for Sam and her family, but also with desire and the thrill her son has given her.
The end of Chapter Two
When I gathered my breath again I said, "Mom that was fantastic... I want you to know that I have no regrets making love with you... it was beautiful, you are beautiful... I have never thought of you as a slut, never anything like that at all."
"Mmmm... thank you baby... I have no regrets either son. I feel very satisfied too. I haven't cum like that in a very... very... long time." I kissed the top of her head and apologised, "Sorry I cum inside you again Mom."
"It's ok Tony, when I was at the doctor this morning I asked to go back on the pill. Ha! ha!, perhaps I'm a slut after all... but only a slut for my son!"
Chapter Three continues:
"You're kidding." I said hopefully.
"Of course I'm kidding," Mom said as she lifted her head off my chest, breaking into a smile that lit up her beautiful face, "How can I explain to your father that I've gone back on the pill when he had a vasectomy after the twins were born? And anyhow, it takes a good week for the pill to work so it's useless after the load you've just given me."
Resting her head back on my chest she continued in a muffled voice, "Please stay inside me Baby... just hold me... I don't want to think about the wrongness of what we've done... but just bask in this sensation of being physically loved by my son... and to feel so alive again!"
I tighten my arms, wrapping myself around Mom until she's cocooned in my physical embrace.
"Mmmmm thats nice darling," she responded while snuggling closer.
It only took five minutes of listening to the soft rhythmic sound of her breathing before I fell into a satisfying peaceful sleep.
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I woke up to the morning sun streaming through my bedroom window, realsiing I must have fallen into a deep slumber. I found myself alone in bed, with no recollection of my mom leaving. The bedcovers had been pulled over me, indicating that she must have left before the dawn coolness. Checking the clock, I was surprised to see it was already 10:30am, so it was likely that Cait and Vicky are at school and my mom at work. I settled back onto my pillow, reflecting on the events of the past twenty-four hours. It was clear that I had upset my mother deeply, seeing her angrier than I had ever seen before. Despite the turmoil, I was amazed at the passion my words had stirred in her, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. She had always been the reliable and composed mom to me, not the fiery vixen I encountered last night.
Now here it is Thursday, which meant Dad would be home from the Middle East tomorrow night. Tonight would be the last date I could have with Mom before I flew out to New York to finish the remainder of my holiday. As if on cue, the telephone snaps me back to the present with a jolt.
"Hello?" I say tentatively.
"Hi honey," came the voice at the other end. I bolt upright! It's mom! "Are you still in bed?"
"Well... sort of," I respond casually, "I've been awake for a little while but was just lying here reflecting on last night. I'm sorry that you thought I disrespected you Mom... I would never intentionally do that you know... I love you."
"And I love you too Tony... I am also sorry that I got so irate... I said and did some awful things that I never knew were in me, but you made me just so angry... spraying yourself over me like that... and on your father's bed as well! He doesn't deserve that sort of disrespect either Baby. You need to realise that I still love your Dad very much Tony,... and I feel so ashamed of what I've done... of what you and I have done. If he ever finds out it will kill him."
"I would never tell him Mom," I responded, "and please don't feel ashamed. I've never experienced... I've never felt such intense feelings with anybody as I did last night with you!"
"Ton..," she started to interject.
"Please let me speak Mom," then immediately I continued, "I think the difference is that,... well... I love you Mom... with other girls...woman, it's just been sex... but with you it's like I'm on another level. Perhaps it's also because you're my mother... and that's forbidden ... I don't know... but what I do know is that with you I can be... well, free... and not judged. It's a freedom that I've not experienced with anyone else... no matter what I do, I know it will always be okay with you... and I am getting the sense that you really enjoy the same freedom that I do. You will always be my mother, Mom... and as far as outsiders are concerned, that's the way it is and that's the way I will always treat you. But, I don't wanna stop being intimate with you, being your secret lover... if you would allow me that honour Mom."
Complete silence. The lack of any sound combined with the throbbing of my heart is deafening.
"Mom," I said, "are you still there?"
After an equally long period, "Oh Baby this is just such a mess. I just can't discuss this with you now! Look, I have to get back to work anyway," she deflected.
"Well, we still have one more date night left Mom; perhaps we can discuss it then?"
"No Tony, that's not a good idea!" she responded stubbornly. "It's the date nights that have started all of this. Please, no more date nights Honey okay?... no more!"
"Okay Mom, okay," I said reluctantly, "but let me at least get dinner for you and the twins tonight. Is that allowed?"
"Sure," then said, her voice softening, "I'm sorry I was so aggressive Honey ... that would be lovely. Thanks. Don't forget that I'm going to the gym after work tonight so perhaps you could pick up Cait and Vicky from school and spend some alone time with them before I get home. You know, they would love that. They haven't spent much time with you since you've been back"
"No prob's Mom. I'm sure I can look after a couple of nine year olds for a few hours."
"Don't you be too sure about that smarty-pants," she responded with a laugh, "you might just eat those words."
And eat them I did.
Cait and Vicky went crazy when I arrived to pick them up and not Mom. Each immediately grabbed a hand and steered me into the school grounds where I was introduced to all their friends, then their teachers, then I had to go into class and see some of the work they were doing. An hour had passed before we were back at the car and ready to leave.
The drive home was just as hectic. Notwithstanding that the twins were identical in looks, they're certainly different in personality. Cait is the more aggressive or outspoken of the two, whereas Vicky is quieter, the thinker. Nevertheless together they are just chaotic... and I bore the brunt of that exuberance all the way home.
"Hey Girls!" I said when we finally arrived home again, "What do you feel like for dinner tonight? I'm cooking."
"Pizza!" they both responded in unison.
"You can't have pizza again; how about something a bit more healthy?"
"No," said Cait, "we want pizza." Then they both ran around the kitchen yelling, "pizza! pizza! pizza! pizza!" until eventually I gave in.
"Okay then," I conceded, "but if we are going to have pizza then it's going to be pizza that I make ok?"
Their chorus did not stop but changed to "yay pizza! yay pizza!"
"Come on," I said, "back in the car so we can go buy all the stuff I need," and with that we all traipsed down to the market. If I was to make pizza then I was determined to make it as healthy as possible, a gourmet pizza if you like.
I admit that shopping with the girls was fun, and they soon got into the swing of finding suitable ingredients. That is, once we had dispersed with suggestions of chocolate, french fries, cheezles, etc. Another hour has passed before we arrived back home and had everything stacked in the kitchen... and the refrigerator stocked again with my necessities, with a few bottles of sparkling wine and beer!
"Hey you two," I said, "I have an idea, how about we make this a bit of fun and have a pizza picnic in the back yard?"
They both frowned and looked sullen at the same time. "Huh, what's wrong with having it in front of the television?" said Cait.
"There's too many bugs and yucky things outside," chipped in Vicky.
"Aww come on girls, it'll be fun," I replied. Neither of them moved.
"Ok," I continued firmly, determined to be the boss, "That's the deal if you want pizza tonight, it's going to be a picnic... and while I am getting everything prepared, you can get the blanket and everything else set up outside. Deal?"
They both looked stunned for about 30 seconds, shrugged their shoulders and said, "Deal," simultaneously.
So thats how events progressed for the next hour. Although I had purchased the pizza bases, at least they were wholemeal, which I then prepared with a tomato relish base topped with potato cubes, wedges of sweet potato and pumpkin, Italian sausage, and garnished with mozzarella cheese. I then cranked up the BBQ to its maximum and threw on the pizza stone.
While I was busy cooking, the girls were still preparing the picnic area. I must admit that for two kids that showed no enthusiasm they did a great job. When I complimented them on what they had done their smiles just beamed from one side of their little faces to the other.
Just a little before 7.00pm the three of us sat down, crossed legged on the blanket, and commenced to demolish the food. By 7.20pm we were all flat on our backs, stomachs engorged, looking at the night sky and trying to make animal shapes with the stars just starting to appear.
It was 7.40pm when we heard the garage door as Mom arrived home. A short time later she yelled out, "Hey!... Where is everybody?"
"We're out here," both girls yelled.
Mom came into the backyard and stood on the blankets edge as the girls excitedly told her the events of the evening. She was still dressed in her gym gear with her hair tied back. Her sweaty look indicated she'd given herself a decent workout. Her tight black singlet top exposed bright red straps of her brassiere and accentuated the fullness of her breasts. She also wore black three quarter length yoga pants with bobby socks and white Adidas cross trainers.
As she listened intently to the girls I ran my eyes appreciatively up and down her womanly body taking in every curve and quiver as she moved. However it was her mound of venus that commanded my gaze. The lycra stuck tightly as her pelvic bone was prominently displayed. God I love that look. Seeing a woman displaying her sexuality like that makes me just want to open my mouth and take a bite.
"Ok time for bed now girls," brought me back to my senses, "Perhaps you could put the girls to bed tonight Tony while I get into some of that left over pizza? I'm famished."
"Sure mom," I responded, "no problem. C'mon girls, give mom a kiss then off to bed."
It was just after 8.00pm before I had Cait and Vicky settled for the night then ambled back downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and two glasses before heading back outside.
Mom had removed her shoes and socks and was now seated cross-legged on the blanket. As she took a bite from a pizza slice I poured her a glass of champagne and one for myself.
"I probably shouldn't," she said taking the glass from my hand, "after my workout it will probably go straight to my head."
"A toast," I said raising my glass at the same time, "To my wonderful family. May I see them more often than I have in recent years."
"I'll drink to that."
As I refilled our glasses, "Another toast," I said, "to my wonderful, beautiful, and very sexy mother. She has taught me so much, looked after me so well, and asked for nothing in return. You have my love Mom."
As we clinked glasses she just smiled and continued to look at me as we drank. I sat down on the blanket and once again our conversation easily flowed. Mom complimented me on my cooking skills, we spoke of her day at work, the girls, and the plans for the remainder of my holiday. The bottle of champagne did not last very long before I was off to the fridge to retrieve another.
"You know your father and I used to go on a lot of picnics when we were newly married. We would head up into the hills where we found this secluded little lake. I would make up a picnic hamper and we would stay there for hours just talking, just like you and I are now. Usually we would talk about our dreams for the future and then when then sun went down we would go skinny-dipping in the lake. Occasionally I wish we could go back to those times, life is just so fast these days and sometimes I feel like I can't keep up."
I was lying there, just taking in her words and picturing what life might have been like in the past. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, I leaped up, dashed over to the Jacuzzi, and swiftly removed the lid, saying, "Your lake awaits, m'lady."
My mom burst into a hearty and prolonged laughter. It was wonderful to see her so joyful, even if it was fuelled by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. However, when her laughter eventually subsided, she made no effort to get up, so I took the lead. In a matter of seconds, I stripped off my shirt, shorts, and underwear, standing completely naked with my arms outstretched.
My mom simply continued to gaze at me without uttering a single word. When the silence became uncomfortable, I walked back to her and settled back on the blanket, embracing my nakedness.
"You are such a beautiful man Tony. You will make some lucky girl a wonderful and caring husband."
"Mom," I responded, "she would have to be your twin sister because you are the type of woman I would want for my wife."
She was silent for a moment. "Thank you son, that's such a wonderful thing for you to say. However we need to talk about last night and what's happened between us recently. You asked me on the telephone if you could be my secret lover. Well baby, I don't want you to be my secret lover. You are my son. You may find this really hard to understand, and I don't really understand my actions either, but I am still in love with your father. Those times at the lake that I told you about cemented more than just dreams between us, they cemented our future, our life together. I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful man for a husband, such beautiful children, and such a comfortable life. I think what happened between you and I was born out of a physical need and an emotional gap in my life. Do you understand what I am saying? Tony, I really want you to be my son, not my secret lover."
I remained silent and let mom finish, feeling the knife twist in my heart with each sentence. Tears well up, I could not control them before one rolled down my cheek. Wiping my eyes I stood up.
"I understand Mom," I said before turning quickly and making my way to the Jacuzzi. Turning on all the blowers I got in then dunked my head to disguise the sudden flow of tears I could not stop.
For the next 30 minutes my mind raced through the events of the past few days before mom suddenly appeared holding a towel for me. She must have changed herself because I noticed she was now wearing her night dressing gown. "I thought you might need this as it's getting a bit cold Baby."
"Thanks Mom," I responded sulkily, like the child was still alive within me.
Mom continued to stand there and I could see by her expression that she was in deep thought, looking at me but not seeing me. "Are you ok Mom? I said.
My words seem to jolt her back from wherever she was. She smiled slightly and said "Do you have any room in the lake for me?" untying the sash at her waist and slowly opening the gown until it came to rest just off her shoulders.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my mother standing in front of me, almost completely undressed. She had on the bright red bra that really stood out against her fair skin, with lace cups and a front clasp. I could clearly see the details of her breasts through the bra, from the colour of her nipples to the shape of her areolas. Taking in her figure, I noticed how her waist still looked soft despite the effects of childbirth, and her hips were beautifully rounded. Her matching high-cut panties completed the ensemble, and she stood with her knees slightly bent and ankles crossed, giving off a confident vibe.
Despite her age, my mother exuded a captivating sex appeal that no younger woman could match, and I couldn't help but feel breathless in her presence. In that moment, I wondered if I was falling in love with my mother, or if it was just a deeper form of motherly love. Her age and physical changes didn't matter - what mattered was the confidence and allure she radiated as a 46-year-old woman.
"Oh my god Mom, you are so beautiful!" I said. "Of course there is room in the lake for you... but I think I had better help you with your birthday swim suit," I joked.
I sat on the edge of the hot tub and swung my legs over the ledge until I stood directly in front of her, my cock so hard it was pointing to the stars.
Mom placed her hand lightly upon my chest and said softly "Tony, I meant what I said before about how much I love your father. I also meant what I said about wanting you to be my son and not my secret lover."
Looking away to the side she confessed, "You make me feel so desirable when you look at me and that's one of the reasons I came here dressed this way. I want you to look at me... I need you to look at me... I want to once again see your desire on your face, to know that, even as a mother I am desired by someone as young and as handsome as you are."
Then, looking directly at me she continued, "What you and I have done is so very wrong... but I have loved every minute of being with you... No, let me rephrase that because I love being with you as my son anyway. What I am trying to say is that, you and I having sex together is not something that is permitted by society... but I cannot stop thinking about how wonderful it is. I am so conflicted because; you are my son, yet you do things to me that I never felt before. When we are intimate I feel so much love for you it scares me. When I feel you inside me it is so overwhelming that I cannot stop myself from orgasming, and that is not something a mother should do with her son. I don't..."
I smothered anything further as I pulled her to me, covering her lips with mine, my tongue violently invading her mouth. Her response was just as urgent as we kissed, nipped, licked, and caressed each other with wild abandon.
Eventually mom forcibly pushed herself away from my hold. Gasping for breath she said "Tony stop! I need to finish what I have to say," then taking a further step backward, she continued, "As your mother I still only ever want you to be my son... nothing more than that. You are my son first and foremost. Do you understand that Baby?"
I looked at her wide-eyed and confused. "Yes..., no..., I don't know," was all I could muster.
"It's like this Honey. When I am your mother I want you to be my son... but Baby when I am Laura, then I want to be with you... be with you in everyway possible. I am going to try and separate my life so I can be your mom, and a mother and wife to the others. But Laura has needs too; and when she has those needs, she wants you... really wants you... to fulfil her."
Perhaps I'm a bit slow, because I just stood there trying to comprehend what she had said.
"C'mon baby," Mom continued as she put the towel around my shoulders, "Your penis is starting to turn blue with the cold. Let's get you inside and into a hot shower."
She was right, I hadn't felt the cold before but hearing her words I realised just how cold I was. With the towel firmly wrapped around my waist I bolted for the kitchen and up the stairs. It was in the hallway that I saw Cait walking back toward her bedroom.
"What's happening pumkin? Why are you up?" I said.
"I heard some noises so I came downstairs to have a look." Cait responded. "I saw you and Mom out back talking so I guess it was you guys."
Just then mom came around the corner, luckily she had tied her gown back together. "What's going on here?" she said.
"Cait was woken up by our talking and has just been downstairs to investigate?"
I could see mom visibly shudder. Like me, she was obviously thinking about what Cait may have seen.
"Right Tony, you get in the shower and get warmed up. Cait Honey, lets get you back to bed ok?
I was only too eager to get into the shower and get some warmth back into my body. I stood under the steaming jets for more than 5 minutes just letting the hot water breath some life back into me. It was another 5 minutes before I had washed and dried myself and cleaned my teeth. I still had no clothes so I wrapped another towel around myself then headed toward my room. As I passed the master bedroom I noticed that it was in darkness. Mom must still be with Cait I thought; however as I entered my room I saw Mom sitting on my bed.
"I don't think she saw anything," she said, then continued, "She's sound asleep now but I spoke with her about the noise.... she said that when she got to the kitchen she could see that I was talking with you and realised that everything was ok, so she was coming back to bed when you saw her."
"Phew!! That's a relief."
Knowing that we were safe gave me an intense sense of respite. I walked toward her and she stood as I approached. We embraced for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds.
"Hold me again please Tony. I just need some more," she said as I folded my arms around her and tightened my embrace. We stayed like that just rocking against each other before she continued, "Promise me that you will think seriously about my conversation with you earlier Tony. You have to realise that I need you to be my son and have that special bond that a mother and son have. That is so very important to me... and to our family. Please think carefully about everything Tony. Promise me you will?"
I released Mom from my grip and held her at arm's length, simply saying, "Yes Mom. I promise."
"I am really tired now son. I am still recovering from my workout and these conversations are very draining emotionally so I am off to bed now. You go get some sleep yourself and we can talk about this some more in the morning before your father gets home tomorrow night. Good night son." She stood on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips before turning and heading out the door.
"Good night," I mumbled as she closed the door after her and the room was plunged into darkness.
I stripped the towel from my waist and collapsed on my bed. My mind was in turmoil with random thoughts, conversations, and revelations from the past few hours. I knew how important it was for my mother to have me as her son. She did not want to jeopardize our relationship or our family for anything. But she also acknowledged how much she enjoyed being with me sexually, and Laura's wants and needs.
Two hours later I was still tossing and turning. Sleep would not come no matter how hard I tried. One fragment of conversation was continually coming back to me; your father gets home tomorrow night. After tonight I will no longer have my mother all to myself in the evenings. There can be no more "dates". Well not for a while anyway, if ever again.
I could stand it no longer; I got out of bed and quietly opened my door. The hallway was still except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Still naked and on tiptoes I slowly crept towards Mom's bedroom door. Her room was in total darkness and, as I looked in, I could just make out her shape on the far side of the bed, the sound of deep sleep in her breathing.
Closing the door silently behind me, I carefully made my way towards her sleeping form, being extra careful to avoid bumping into the furniture. After successfully navigating my way, I stood looking down at my mother for a few seconds before lowering myself onto my knees beside the bed.
Mom was lying on her side facing toward me and partially covered by a sheet. I just sat there on my knees and gazed at her. I could see that she had removed her brassiere before bed, as her uncovered breasts were exposed and drooping to one side. Reaching out tentatively, I gently touched her right breast. Her breathing immediately changed with my contact, but she did not awaken. I could feel that her skin was cool and her breast soft to my fingers. For a short time, I was too scared to move, afraid that I would wake her. The blood pumping through my veins sounded like a thunderstorm to my ears, but eventually, I gathered enough courage to move my fingers toward her nipple. It felt like a small nub when I touched it initially; however, as my finger circled, it began to harden and protrude further.
Gathering my courage, I sat up on my knees and leaned over until I could run my tongue around the aureole, feeling the small lumps around its circumference, before encircling the nipple with my lips and gently sucking at the same time. Mom let out a small moan and started to move on her bed. Her movement startled me; I ducked down onto my knees beside her bed once again. It was only when I heard her rhythmic breathing return that I gained enough courage to raise my head.
Mom had moved onto her back, but now her bottom leg was protruding from under the loose sheet. I was shaking with nerves and adrenaline as I lifted the sheet from her knee and folded it back upon itself, exposing mom's nakedness. I immediately focused on the area where her long legs joined her hips. Her left leg was splayed out with the heel underneath her right leg. This posture opened her womanhood. I could see mom's boldly protruding pelvic mons with pubic hair cut very short and neat. Her labia lips parted slightly, displaying its soft pinkness inside. Trembling, I tentatively reached out with my left hand and gently touched the inside of her left leg, just above the curve of her knee. Mom's breathing did not alter as I let my hand rest there for a few minutes before moving upwards toward her intimate area.
As I neared my goal mom's breathing began to labour, her large nipples hardened upon soft sagging breasts. With the silence still screaming in my ears, I rose up onto my knees and leant over, taking the nipple of her nearest breast into my mouth as I moved my left hand into the crevice between her thighs. While suckling, I gently moved my left hand in a circling motion, caressing her labia until I felt the nib of her clitoris.
Mom was restless and starting to groan as she awakened. Now was the moment of truth. I had to be in control. Gathering my courage I moved closer to her and whispered, "Hi Laura darling, it's me... just thought you might like a little lov'in."
"Mmmmmm... that's so nice Baby... that's so nice," she said still sleepily.
Mom didn't jump up startled... she didn't so No!.. which gave me further courage.
I lightly kissed my way along her neck, onto her shoulder, then onto her breast once again. Mom moaned softly, her hands running through my hair as I pleasured her with my mouth, the room filling with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the occasional gasp of pleasure.
As I got back up off the floor Mom moaned, "Come back Baby... Laura needs you... I need you."
I knelt on the bed at her feet, moving her legs apart as I did so, then carefully lay between her thighs with my hardened cock pressed painfully into my pelvic bone. My lips kissed the lips of her vulva before I placed a finger either side and moved her labia apart, exposing her fully to my gaze.
I knew she was aroused as I could smell the sexual aroma emanating from within. With short gentle breaths I blew into her depths before reaching out with my tongue. Mom squirmed and moaned as I touched her clit for the first time. I circled and flicked her nub then encased it with my lips while caressing it with a kissing motion.
While I continued to lavish attention to Mom's most sensitive areas, she arched her back in ecstasy. Her skin was flushed with desire, her eyes closed in bliss. I was completely focused on her pleasure, using my lips and tongue to drive her wild with desire as Mom's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with anticipation.
Our connection was intense and electric; with each touch I could feel the shiver down her spine. My mouth continued to work wonders, bringing Mom to the brink of ecstasy then releasing her again until with a final gasp, she reached the peak of pleasure, her body trembling with release.
"Oh fuck... Oh fuck Baby... Oh... Oh... faarrrkkk," she repeated as her orgasm came in waves, my mouth tasting the fluid of her release as I held her close and savoured the intimate moment we shared.
Mom lay gasping from the effort, her eyes still closed, and the beginnings of a smile on her lips.
"Come here Baby," she requested.
I crawled along her body until we were face to face again, my hard cock resting within the valley of her thighs.
Finally opening her eyes, she placed a hand to the back of my head and drew me in for a deep sensual kiss.
"Oh thank you Baby," she gasped, "I've not cum like that in a long long time... it was wonderful," before continuing, "I can feel how hard you still are, I guess you want to fuck Laura now do you?"
I looked intensely into my mother's eyes, "Actually, no I don't," I answered, "what I really want is to make love to my mother... to the woman I love."
Mom sighed deeply, raised her right hand and caressed the side of my face, "Oh Baby... we discussed this... you know I can't do that... you are..."
I never let her finish her sentence as I raised my butt until the tip of my cock was at her entrance.
"Put me inside you Mom. I want to make love to you."
"I can't Baby... that side of me belongs to your father... I'm sorry but we can't do that Tony."
I started to get up, "Don't go Tony, pleeaassse."
As I move to one side, Mom rolls from underneath me, turning me at the same time until she is sitting on top. Aggressively she moves her pelvis back and forth along the length of my cock, coating me with her juice. I knew immediately that the mood had changed and Laura was in play. I intended to play just as hard back!
"Fuck me Laura!" I said, "stick my hard young cock into your horny old cunt."
"You think I'm that easy do you Boy? You think that just because you have such a big dick that I wanna fuck you?"
"Yeah that's right, that's exactly what I think... so put it in now or go find yourself some other dick to fuck!"
Mom did not hesitate, she put her hand between her legs, guided my cock to her vagina, then slowly sank down until the head parted her labia and engaged the entrance to her sacred canal.
"Hah!! I'm only doing this to save your mother from such an immoral act with you... Yeah that's right... I'm aware that you've tried to get into her pants you little bastard."
I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mother's mouth.
"Don't you dare speak my mother's name!" I responded equally vehemently, "She would never associate with someone like you... you... jezebel. She is an Angel!"
As she started to slowly sink my cock further into her love tunnel, she spat, "Hah! an Angel you think she might be, but she will never give you this!!"
She was so wet from her orgasm and our banter that my entry was smooth and sweet. No pain, just pure adulterated pleasure.
"Ooohhhhhyyeeoowwww," was all I could say until she bottomed out when our pelvises met.
Gasping, we both remained still; her to get used to my size, me to bask in the heat enveloping my cock.
When she did move again it was in short shallow thrusts. I grabbed her arse checks, squeezed them tight and started to control her movements, increasing the tempo and length of each stroke until "Oh... Ah... Oh... Ah... fuck take it easy... too big" became her mantra.
On each downward stroke I raised my pelvis to meet hers, hard! When I wasn't squeezing her arse I had each floppy tit in my hand, giving her nipples a tweak. Although I was being overly aggressive, my mother loved it.
I needed to get some more control so said, "Ok Laura, I wanna fuck you from behind now."
"Oh yeah Baby, but please go easy, I'm feeling a bit sore from your big cock pounding me," she said as she slipped off to one side, positioning herself in the middle of the bed, face buried in a pillow and arse high in the air.
On my knees I positioned myself behind her and between her muscular thighs. I took hold of my ramrod cock and bent it down to her entrance. Her cunt was gaping wide and wet with a bead of foam at its edge. Shuffling forward I placed one hand on her arse as I gently feed my cock back into her tunnel, Then placing both hands around her hips I pushed into her while simultaneously pulling her hips hard into me.
"YEEOOOWWWWW!!!" she cried out in a muffled scream as I penetrated her. Despite her protestations I fucked her hard and fast. She matched my movements, pushing back into me with each thrust.
"C'mon lad, fuck me hard... yeah that's it, fuckin give Laura everything you've got... slap my arse hard!" She kept on muttering these abusive undertones, separating herself from her true personality, like she was creating a divide between who she really was and how she was acting.
I continued until I could feel Mom quiver as the rush of pleasure flowed through her body a short time later, starting from the tips of her toes and ending with a stifled cry as her pleasure increased. Her rapid breathing likely coinciding with her heart racing as goose bumps appeared on her arms.
As the wave of ecstasy washed over her, she let out a guttural moan, her body arching in pure bliss, completely lost in the throes of passion, surrendering herself to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.
I could feel the stiffness leave her body as she came down from her orgasm, slowing my thrusts until I was fully stopped. Backing up slightly, there was an audible POP as I removed my cock from her. She collapsed onto the bed, and I turned, shuffling around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. My cock was blazing red from the friction, still fully engorged.
Mom turned her head on the pillow and spoke to my back, "Oh Baby that was fantastic! You feel incredible when you're inside me... but you didn't cum did you?"
"No," I mumbled in response.
She rose up on one elbow, "Is everything alright?"
I paused to measure my response, "No... not really... I didn't like what we did."
"What do you mean?" she asked, "it sounded like you were enjoying yourself; it felt like you were enjoying yourself."
"No Mom! You were enjoying yourself! It doesn't matter to you that you play out Laura, but it does to me! I wanted to make love to my mother... I wanted sex with you to be tender, and slow, and loving... I love my mother and so dearly wanted to feel as close and as loved by her as I possibly could... and I got an aggressive fuck by Laura."
She said nothing as her face softened, conflicted.
"I'm sorry Mom, but I don't wish to do this again... not in this way."
I was flaccid again when I rose, lent over my mother and kissed her softly on her forehead, noticing that tears had welled up in her eyes as I turned and left the room. I did not look back but softly closed the door and went back to my own room.
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I didn't get to see Mom the next morning as I was up early and went off for a run. By the time I'd returned she had left for the school run and then was going to the airport to pick up Dad from his overnight flight and early arrival.
Just before lunchtime they arrived back home. Dad coming in first he dropped his bag when he saw me and we embraced. Looking over his shoulder I saw Mom enter. Walking tentatively into the room she gave me a sad smile. I don't know what excuse she gave Dad for the way she was walking but I knew it was likely from the pounding I gave her last night.
"Well you boys enjoy yourselves," she said, "I'm off to the pharmacy and then grocery store, be back in a couple of hours."
"Everything okay Hon?" Dad asked.
Mom turned and walked back to Dad, standing on tip toes she gave him a light peck on the lips, "Everything is great now you're home Sammy. I've just got an upset stomach... probably from something Tony has given me," looking directly at me, then to deflect, "he made us pizza last night... I probably ate too much it was sooo delish."
"Well I'd better unpack," Dad said then headed upstairs to his bedroom.
I turned and Mom was standing beside me, "I hope your room has aired out well today Mom... we wouldn't want Dad to..."
"Ssshhhhhh," she interrupted, "I've taken steps to clean up."
Mom reached out and lightly stroked my arm, her head tilted to one side as she did so, "I'm sorry about last night Baby," she whispered, "I'm sorry you saw that side of me and didn't like it."
"It's not that I didn't like it Mom... you know that I did, and... in different circumstances I would relish you being that wild... and worse... It's just that... well, last night I wanted to love you... I wanted to make love to you... I didn't want Laura!"
"Laura's gone Baby, she left right after you did!" Before I could respond further Mom picked up the car keys and was out the door.
When Dad came back down he suggested that we go to the local bar for a couple of drinks while Mom was shopping. We ordered a couple of beers then took a table to one side where he told me all about his trip and the work he is involved in.
I lied to him about what I had done while he was away; embellishing my story to look like I'd had a fantastic holiday with some friends.
Finally he asked, "Has you Mom been okay Tony? She seemed a bit distracted when she picked me up and on the journey home."
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say or how to react. I could feel my face getting flushed.
"Aghh, yeah. I think so Dad. She did say she was a bit unwell so maybe that's it."
Then as an idea struck me, I continued, "You know Dad, earlier in the week Mom told me all about the dates you and her used to go on... how she loved them so much and how they set up your life together. But she also said that you don't do anything like that now."
"Well that is true son, we did have some grand times before you kids come along... not that we'd change anything of course."
"I know that Dad, but why don't you take Mom out on a date tomorrow? Get all dressed up and hit the town, a nice meal and dancing... you know, just the two of you. I can look after the twins so, if you want, you can stay out all night."
I could see Dad mulling over my suggestion. "You know," he said, "I think you could be right there. It's been a long time since we enjoyed some alone time together. I think your mom will love that. Okay, drink up son, I wanna head home and book a restaurant and perhaps a hotel before your mom gets home, he he."
"You go ahead Dad. I'm going to stay here and have a few more. I might give some of the old gang a call and see if there up for a night of it."
Okay then, well I'll be off... and, thanks for the suggestion son."
As he left I yelled to him, "I probably won't be home for dinner either Dad so let Mom know."
I did stay and a couple of the old gang did turn up with their girls. It was a great night with a bit of food, lots of reminiscing and even more drinking. It was sometime after 2.00am that one of the girls dropped me back home, where I managed to stagger in through the rear door and up to my room. Too drunk to get undressed I just kicked my shoes off and collapsed onto the bed.
Sometime during the night I drifted back from my deep sleep hearing someone enter my room. My bed dipped to one side as they sat down. I knew immediately that it was Mom checking on me as all good mothers would.
"I love you Mom," I mumbled.
"Here, let's get you out of these stinking clothes and properly into bed," she said as she started to unbutton my shirt, "C'mon, lift yourself up."
Pushing myself up, my eyes still firmly closed, I felt her awkwardly remove my shirt with very little help from me, probably more of a hindrance. When I lay back down she started to unbuckle my belt and zip fly, then grabbed both legs of the pants at the ankle and started to pull.
"Lift ya butt Tony, I can't get these off without a little help."
I did as she asked and they slid easily off. She threw them onto the floor then removed each sock from my feet while she was down that way.
"How about we get your underwear off as well then I can get it all in the wash?" she suggested.
Grabbing the elastic waist she pulled gently top and bottom, coaxing them slowly off my torso, down my leg and onto the floor.
Once I was completely naked I felt Mom sit on the side of my bed once again. Her hand ran in circles around my chest and stomach.
"Your Dad told me what you did, what you suggested to him. That's very unselfish of you given... well you know. I'm sorry I let you down last night Tony. I just couldn't bring myself to cross that line. I still love your father and to cheat... Oh god, I'm just so conflicted Baby... but please believe this, I love you so very very much, and nothing will change that."
She ran her hand down onto my crotch and lightly grasped my flaccid cock, feeling its weight as she stroked it a couple of times. The bed moved as she got up and noiselessly closed the door on her way out.
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It was around lunch time when I woke to the sound of arguing. It was Mom and Dad, they never argued. Quickly dressing myself I stumbled down the stairs, physically holding my head on my shoulders due to the throbbing of my hangover.
"Oi, Oi, Oi," I wailed hoarsely as I entered the kitchen, "Can ya keep it down? Some of us are tryin' to die quietly. What's goin' on here anyway?"
"Why don't you ask you father? I'm going upstairs to pack," Mom spat as she high-tailed it out the door.
I looked at Dad. He sighed.
"It's like this son. I took your suggestion and made a dinner reservation in town at the Le Grande Cabaret and Restaurant, you know how hard that is to get into but I managed to jag two tickets... then booked a Superior Room at the Hilton across the road."
Well that all sounds fantastic Dad, I bet Mom will love it!"
"Yeah, she did... that was until an hour ago when I got a call from the boss. He's told me that I have to submit my quote on the this project by Tuesday next week at the latest as they want to get the contract advertised and completed this tax year. I now have to work all weekend and probably most nights to get it done. I told your mother that we can't go out tonight and she's really pissed! She said, 'Well you might not be able to go but I'm bloody well going' and she's gone off to pack as you know."
We didn't say much more. It didn't appear as if there was any coming back from that one. Dad headed into his office to start his work, I guessed, and I went back to my room.
About 20 minutes later I could hear voices once again coming from my parent room, then there was a knock at my door. It was Dad.
"I know you only have a few days left before you jet out to New York then back to Oz, but could you do me a favour Son?" he asked.
"Sure Dad, what is it."
"Can you go with your mother tonight? She is so pissed at me that I'm afraid she may be distracted while driving or have an accident on the way. Anyway, everything is paid for and I can spring for the drinks tonight as well, if you would just accompany your mother I would feel a lot better."
"I'm probably still not capable of driving myself Dad; I did have a big one myself... and what about the twins? And what would Mom think about me going as her chaperone?"
"Your mother can still drive Tony, you just keep her from being distracted is all... and as for the twins, well I can look after them for a short time before they are in bed anyway. Your mother is okay with you going, her response was, 'Well, at least I'll be with someone who loves me enough to take me out.' If you do this I think it might help me out of trouble with your Mom... and the boss. Wadda ya say Son, will you do it?"
"If you can delay Mom for about 30 minutes, then it'll give me time to have a shower and get a couple of things together in an overnight bag."
He pulled me to him in a huge hug, "Thanks Son, I'll go hide the car keys!"
Twenty nine minutes later I descended the stairs with a suit bag and small overnight case in hand and met the whole family in the lounge room.
"All set Tony?" Mom said briskly. I nodded. "Well let's get going then." and with that Mom knelt down beside the twins and gave them an extra special hug and kiss, telling them she'll be just gone overnight and to be good for their father. She did not acknowledge Dad as she turned and headed out to the garage.
I looked at Dad, shrugged, and shook his hand.
"Thanks Son, I'm indebted to you... have a great time... if your Mom will let you that is."
"I will... I'm sure by tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Bye girls," I waved before following Mom out to her Honda.
Mom was seated and ready to go. As soon as I had hung up my suit bag and my arse hit the passenger's seat, she reversed out of the drive and peeled off down the street.
"Mom be careful," I admonished her, "there are other kids in the neighbourhood you know!"
Without speaking she immediately backed off the accelerator and settled into a more sedate drive.
We hardly spoke during the two hour drive to the hotel. When we started I could see that Mom was still seething so I just decided to give her some space and catch-up on my sleep.
"Hey you! Wake up!"
I jumped at Mom's words and looked around. We were parked in the hotels portico. I had slept virtually the entire journey.
Making our way toward the hotels reception area Mom said she would handle the registration as Dad had given her all the details. However when she got there she was informed that Dad had contacted the hotel and arranged for the room to be changed and we now had two adjoining studio rooms with a queen bed in each.
"Can you arrange to take my luggage up Tony?" Mom said after we checked-in, "I'm heading out so your father can buy me a new dress for tonight. He just doesn't know it yet!"
I took all the luggage and checked into my room, which was pleasant enough, unlocking the adjoining door as I looked around. Mom's was locked. I left mine open so she could collect her luggage when she got back, then headed out for some sightseeing.
I arrived back around 5pm and noticed that Mom's bags were no longer there. I knocked on her adjoining door then tried the handle. It was still locked. Suddenly click the door opened and Mom poked her head around its edge.
"Hi there," Mom said, "I'm just having a lay down before my date tonight." Her mood had obviously changed as she had a happy lilt to her voice.
"Your date?" I queried.
"Yes, my loving son is taking me out to dinner and dancing tonight. Reservations are for 7.30pm so I expect he will pick me up at exactly 7.25pm given that it's only across the road." She then closed the door in my face. The lock snipped.
I had to wait for two hours so decided to call Dad and give him an update. He was happy that I called and that we had arrived safely. I fibbed a bit and told him that Mom seemed to be almost back to her old self. He was feeling guilty about letting her down and asked me again to make sure she has a good time.
At 7.24pm I left my room, walked down the corridor and knocked on Mom's door. All spruced up, showered, shaved with subtle cologne, wearing nice dark blue dress trousers with a dusty pink open neck shirt and a light blue sports jacket, it was the best evening dress I could muster given I was on holiday.
The door opened and Mom stood there. My mouth dropped. She looked amazing. I was speechless.
"Good reaction young man!" was all she said.
With meticulous attention to detail, she had transformed herself into a vision of beauty. Her captivating eyes were enhanced with just the right touch of makeup, emphasising their natural allure. A bold choice of bright red lipstick adorned her lips, mirroring the vibrant hue of her recently acquired dress. The gown itself was a showstopper, a full-length creation that exuded elegance. Its deep cleavage revealed a generous glimpse of her creamy breasts, held in place by slender spaghetti straps. The dress's most striking feature was a long slit that gracefully ascended one side, adding an element of drama to her ensemble. As she stood there, her right leg emerged from the slit, encased in sheer stockings that added a touch of allure. And to complete her look, she opted for practical yet stylish black leather dancing shoes, secured with a delicate ankle strap.
"Mom you look so beautiful. I'm at a loss for words."
She was pleased with the impression she made, "An even better reaction young man. Let's get going," and with that she set off toward the lifts at a slow pace, her hips swinging seductively from side to side.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I confidently walked up to Mom and linked her arm with mine.
"Tonight I want everyone to see that you are my companion, just in case your stunning beauty catches the eye of any unwanted admirers," I said, trying to protect her.
To my surprise, she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice, "Maybe that's exactly what I want tonight, Son. After all, your father couldn't be here to take me out, so perhaps there's someone else out there who will."
Deep down, I knew she didn't truly mean it. However, I could sense her pain resurfacing because my father wasn't by her side. It was a bittersweet reminder of the void he left tonight, and I couldn't help but empathise with her.
We arrived at the restaurant right on schedule and were promptly escorted to our designated table. It was situated in a slightly secluded area, elevated with comfortable booth seating. The ambiance was enhanced by soft mood lighting, creating a cosy atmosphere. What made our table even more special was the breathtaking view it offered, overlooking the lively dance floor.
As we settled in, I stood by my mother's side, gently holding her hand as she gracefully took her seat. Her elegant dress caught my attention, revealing a glimpse of her flawless right leg adorned with sheer thigh-high stockings. Taking a moment to adjust herself, I called over a waiter and ordered two glasses of Prosecco. With the drinks on their way, I circled around the table and slipped into the empty seat next to her.
I leant into her shoulder and whispered, "I know that I'm not Dad, and that's who you really want to be here with you Mom, but maybe we can still have a good time eh?"
She looked at me, her face softening, "I'm sorry Baby, I'm just being bitchy and it's not your fault... of course we'll have a good time... and if you find me getting subdued again, give me a good telling off would you?"
As Mom was finishing, the drinks waiter arrived, "Here's to a fun night - cheers!!" I toasted, then "Would it be easier for you tonight if you thought of me as your husband Mom," I offered, "and not your son?"
Stifling a slight smile she replied, "No, that will not do," she emphasised, "I want to think of you as only my son tonight Tony... I'm out on a date with my very loving, handsome, thoughtful, sexy, son!"
"No Laura tonight?" I questioned.
"After last night, definitely... categorically... No Laura!"
"Ok, how about we order our meal and a bottle of wine before hitting the dance floor ourselves?" I said signalling to the wait staff at the same time.
After ordering we fell into light hearted fun loving conversation that flowed easily between us. I could see that Mom was finally getting back to her old self as the banter and laughter increased. Before we knew it, a bottle of white had disappeared and we ordered a bottle of Merlot to have with our main meal.
"I don't want to drink too much more tonight Tony," Mom said at one point, "I want to be sober enough to remember the night but still drunk enough to enjoy it!"
Between the main meal and desert we had our first dance of the evening. Being the true gentleman I left my seat and approached Mom, "Excuse me m'lady," I spoke in a very poor English accent, "Would you honour me with this dance?"
"Yes I would," she responded, then jokingly, "but let's be quick before my husband gets back young lad."
Still laughing we entered the dance floor to a lively fox trot followed by a traditional waltz. I pulled Mom in close as my arm extended around her waist. Gliding around the room we were completely in sync with each other. As we swayed to the music, I couldn't help but feel intoxicated by her presence. Her graceful movements and close proximity sent shivers down my spine, igniting a deep desire I've never felt before.
I felt a surge of desire and wanted to make sure Mom knew she had stirred something within me with her sensuality. I drew her near, pressing my right leg between hers, feeling the friction of my arousal against her left thigh as we swayed together. Mom didn't retreat but seemed to relish the intimacy, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Gradually, I let my right hand glide lower down her back with each turn, until I found myself gently caressing the curve of her buttocks in time with the music.
Mom looked radiant as she swirled with each turn, eyes sparkling and a giggle in her voice. I lost myself to the moment and said, "You are just so beautiful Mom, I love you so very much."
Mom broke away from me at that comment, walking off the floor and sitting back down at the table. Following her I asked, "Is everything okay Mom? I haven't upset you have I?"
"No Baby, everything is perfect. I'm just so lucky to have a son like you."
The rest of the evening followed a similar pattern; eating, drinking, and then dancing, until around 12.30am the band shut down and it was time to leave.
Mom and I walked back across the road to the hotel, arm in arm, a little tipsy and a lot silly. I tried to convince Mom to have a nightcap at the hotel bar but she insisted that she wanted to go to her room.
Arriving at her door it became a bit awkward when it was time to say goodnight. I took the key from her and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing back so she could step into it.
Looking up and down the hallway she said, "Thank you so much for a fantastic date night honey," then kissed me lightly on the cheek and backed through the door, "I'll see you about 10am in the morning."
As she closed the door in my face I was feeling dumbfounded by her actions. I didn't know what I expected to happen but that was not it.
Unlocking my own door I stepped into the room only to find Mom standing there. She had come through the adjoining doorway. I approached and took her into my arms. She whispered into my ear, "I had to say a formal goodnight to you out there Honey, but I've been wet for you since our first dance... I want you to stay the night with me."
"Mom," I said, "I don't want Laura again..."
"Hush darling," she whispered, "tonight it's just us, there is no Laura, there is no Sam. I want to show you love in a special way, the way you've always desired."
"But, you always said we couldn't be like this. What's different now?" I asked, puzzled.
"I don't have all the answers darling. All I know is that right now, I want to express my love for you intimately. I want to make love with my beautiful son tonight."
Our lips met with a fierce urgency, conveying the depth of our yearning for one another as we held each other close in a tight embrace. The intensity of our passion only continued to grow, fuelling a fiery desire that seemed to consume us both.
As we slowly began to undress each other, a sense of vulnerability and intimacy enveloped us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as I gently slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, my lips grazing her neck and ears with each movement. The dress slipped effortlessly from her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her lingerie.
With the urgency of her desire, my mother's hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. She wasted no time in pulling it down my arms, tossing it onto the bed without a second glance.
As I kicked off my own shoes, I found myself kneeling before my mother. I carefully removed each ankle strap and shoe from her feet, savouring the intimacy. The air was thick with desire as I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. In that moment, I couldn't resist the temptation to bury my face in her crotch, my lips teasing against the fabric of her panties, the nylon of her stocking smooth against my skin. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, causing a small gasp to escape my lips, further fuelling the fire between us.
As I kissed and licked my way up her body, I explored every inch of her skin, revelling in the sensation of closeness and the undeniable bond that existed between us. The room seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the only sounds being the rhythmic pattern of our breaths and the soft murmurs of affection that passed between us as we continued to kiss sensually. The vulnerability we felt only intensified the connection between us, as if every touch and caress ignited a flame of longing within our souls.
Mom broke away eventually, breathing hard she says, "Come with me Tony, come into my room... into my bed."
Despite the obvious desire we both felt, I looked at her questioningly.
"I know this goes against everything I've said recently, and continually reinforced, about my loyalty and love of your father. But tonight I want to make love with you son; I want to make love to my baby boy. I'm giving myself to you tonight Tony, totally and completely."
She squealed and giggled as I moved forward and picked her up in my arms. Carrying her through the adjoining doorway like a husband carries his new bride. We move into the room next door, each knowing what is to occur, each knowing what they are about to do is taboo, each knowing that their desire for each other is to be satisfied.
I placed Mom on the bed then stepped back, slowly unbuckling my belt. Releasing the button I push my trousers from my hips, followed closely by my underwear and socks. I stand before my mother, completely naked and aroused. My cock ramrod straight as it points aggressively toward her.
"My god you are magnificent Tony. I'm so lucky to have this intimacy with you before some other lucky woman claims you for themselves."
"There is no other woman Mom... I have no need for any other woman when I have you... you fulfil every one of my desires."
"I won't always do that son. I'm realistic enough to know that this may be a passing fad and you may tire of me eventually, or the passage of time will sooner or later catch-up with my body and I can no longer fulfil those desires you speak of."
Stepping forward to join her on the bed, I say, "Let's not speak of those things Mom; let us just enjoy each other for the now."
I lie down next to her, gently running my fingers along her stomach, arms, and chest. Moving in closer, I softly kiss her lips, deepening the connection between us and erasing any doubts about what lies ahead.
Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra with one hand and slide it off, allowing my hands to return to her breasts. I massage them, tweaking each nipple and feeling the weight of time and experience in their softness, appreciating the beauty that comes with age. As she relaxes on her back, her breasts settle naturally to the sides, a testament to the ravages of motherhood.
We savour the moment, indulging in gentle licks and tender kisses as we continue to discover every inch of each other's face, lips, and neck. Slowly, I trail my lips down to the elongated nipple on each of her sagging breasts, taking my time to sensually suckle on them while Mom's delicate fingers glide through my hair.
"Oh, Baby, that feels absolutely amazing, but I'm so sensitive there," Mom pleads, her breath becoming more rapid, "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back."
With each passing moment, we lose ourselves in the pleasure, cherishing every touch and caress. I continue to lavish attention on her breasts, exploring the intricacies of her areola and nipples, fully aware of the intense desire it brings her.
As her pleasure intensifies, her moans grow louder and her body moves in a more enticing manner. With her pelvis gyrating, she signals that her orgasm is nearing. While my focus remains on her breasts, I gently glide my right hand down her stomach, slipping it beneath the edge of her panties. My fingers delicately explore, seeking the entrance between her labia. Finally, I make intimate contact, tracing the length of her labia with my finger, delving into the passionate depths of her warm and inviting pussy.
Suddenly Mom embraces me fiercely as her thighs grasp my hand like a vice. "Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!..." she cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm as I feel the intense heat from her sticky fluid as it floods her canal.
When I feel her start to relax I remove my hand from her vagina and move to the end of the bed. "Oh Baby come back here," Mom says, "that was wonderful... I've not cum just from touching like that in a long long time."
I say nothing but lean over and grasp the top of her panties, sliding them over her nylon thigh highs and discarding them beside the bed.
I take a moment to run my hands along the length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of her stockings, before gently coaxing her to open her thighs for me. Mom offered no resistance but willingly bent her legs at the knees and opened herself fully to me. The smell of her sex was almost overpowering with its sweetness, her pubic hair glistening with the evidence of her recent orgasm, a visual reminder of the pleasure she has experienced.
I carefully examine her vulva, taking my time to observe every detail. Despite her neatly trimmed pubic hair, I notice a few scattered silver streaks starting to appear. Her inner labia are tucked inside giving her pubic region a smooth and flawless appearance with the clitoris protected by a small cap adding to the uniqueness of her anatomy.
"Oh Baby please come back here, I don't know if I can take any more at the moment," Mom pleads.
"I'm just going to taste you Mom; I want to experience all of you."
I stick out my tongue and start exploring her labia. She jumps at my first touch, and then starts moaning as I continue to explore her folds, licking up her juices, kissing and sucking her clitoris at the same time.
Once again Mom begs me to stop, her writhing strengthens, making it difficult for me to continue. I slide up her body until we are face to face once more. She kisses me deeply. "Thank you Baby, you make me feel so wonderful, so loved."
"I want you Mom," I say, "I want you to want me as your lover, to put me back from where I came."
Her beautiful green eyes glistened with tears as she stood at the crossroads of a life-changing decision. The gravity of the situation was evident in the way her emotions played out on her face. It was a moment of truth, a defining moment that would alter the course of her life forever.
"I want you too son," she admits, "I don't know what you see in me that you find so desirable, but I do want to make love with you also." In that split second, she made a choice that would have far-reaching consequences. The confession hung in the air, heavy with the weight of betrayal and desire, marking the beginning of a tumultuous journey filled with guilt, passion, and consequences.
With some difficulty she reaches between us and takes hold of my hard cock, bending in downwards to find her entrance. As I feel the head of my cock engage her vagina Mom says, "Please go easy Baby, I'm still a little sore after Laura's escapades."
I lift myself onto my hands and look down in awe as I witness the mesmerizing sight of my hard cock entering my mother's cunt. Assisting my journey with a gentle rocking motion, I gradually penetrate deeper and deeper, savouring every moment. The sound of my mother's breath transforms from quick gasps to prolonged moans, indicating her pleasure. Finally, I achieve full penetration, and the intense heat emanating from my mother's depths engulfs my entire being, igniting a fiery sensation on my skin.
Moving between my mother's silky thighs, I engage her in a slow and passionate kiss. As our lips remain locked, I can sense her pelvis responding to my movements. Her thighs grip me tightly, pressing against my ribs as she locks her ankles together, while her fingers dig into my back, leaving a mark of our passionate connection.
Our pace intensifies, and I can't help but notice the primal sound of satisfaction escaping my mother's lips as I grunt with the force of our lovemaking. It doesn't take long for the familiar sensations of climax to build up deep within my core. I know that the pinnacle of pleasure is just moments away. Reluctantly breaking our passionate kiss, I prepare myself for the impending release. I feel my mother moving beneath me again and again, my grateful flesh absorbing the rocking motion that unleashes my primal need. I felt the sperm surge up my shaft and then that sacred triumphant moment: the ejection of my seed into my mother's womb.
"Ohhhh Farrrrrk," I shriek at my initial release, forcefully holding myself inside my mother for a few extra seconds, before continuing to pull out and reinsert my cock harder with each string of cum I eject into her.
Finally, I collapse gently onto my mother, feeling the weight of our bodies pressing against each other. We lay there, our limbs entwined, still tingling from the intense pleasure we just experienced. Looking into each other's eyes, a mixture of contentment and desire fills the air. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time seems to stand still. The afterglow washes over me, bringing forth a surge of emotions. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, knowing that I have shared something truly extraordinary with the woman I love. It's a feeling of closeness and vulnerability that I have never felt before, and it's both exhilarating and comforting at the same time.
Softly, I utter the words, "Oh Mom, I love you so much." The depth of my love for her is beyond measure, and in this moment, it feels like it has reached new heights. The love and passion we just experienced together surpass anything I have ever felt with anyone else. I then ask, "Are you okay?"
Mom pulled me tightly into a hard embrace, "I've had a rush of emotions Baby - it was a mix of passion, tenderness, and longing... you gave me total fulfilment, I feel completely satiated and worn out."
We both knew that what we shared was more than just physical. It was a moment of true intimacy and connection that transcended the physical act of sex. They felt a bond that went beyond words, a silent understanding that spoke volumes. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.
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Mom and I never slept that night. We dozed in between our sensual love making sessions until it was time to leave the hotel and drive back to our reality.
After spending just a few more days at home, I left for my two-week trip to New York to complete my vacation before returning to work in Perth. During this time, my Mom and I indulged in our passionate desires whenever we could. It was as if a floodgate had opened once she fully embraced the forbidden nature of our relationship, but she had no qualms about it.
A week into my stay in New York, I was taken aback when I opened the door to my hotel room and found my Mom standing there. She had left the twins in the care of my Dad and decided to have a holiday of her own. Interestingly, she hadn't disclosed her destination to my father. During that week together, we explored our deepest desires, experimenting with various sexual positions, including anal. Unsurprisingly, even Laura paid an unexpected twist to our already unconventional situation.
After our holiday ended, life settled back into its usual routine for my Mom and me. She returned to my Dad and my sisters, while I headed back to my job in Australia. Before parting ways, my Mom made it clear to me that she still loves my Dad and plans to rekindle their sexual relationship once she's back. We also discussed how I should move forward and start looking for someone to build a future with.
Despite the distance, whenever my Dad was away, my Mom and I engaged in steamy video calls where we masturbated ourselves together. Due to the time zone difference, it was always late at night for her and early in the morning for me before heading to work. It was our way of staying connected and satisfying our desires while being apart.
Now, six months later I am standing at the arrivals hall at Perth International Airport. My mother and the twins are coming to visit. Well not visit really. They're coming to help me pack. I've decided to head home to live. That's where the woman I'm in love with lives.