No Memory, No Regret (4.72)	Mom doesn't remember the first time, but retains no regrets!  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	12/14/19



No Memory, No Regret
by WriterMatt ©




Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of dubious consent (alcohol impairment).

All characters in this story are 18+.

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I'm the youngest of five children and it's true that the youngest is the "fuck it" kid. I got away with whatever I wanted, and Mom and Dad basically gave up being any kind of strict with me a while ago. That said, Mom seemed to have given up on life in general. It seemed she couldn't get through a night without the aid of wine. This was a habit that began after my third oldest sibling left the house and intensified after my next oldest sibling left. Now, the weekends are prime for over-imbibing.

I never really minded it except she would get chatty and touchy. I never thought much about either of those as she was funny and spoke about things she would not normally discuss with me or anyone. We sometimes had great conversations that were funny, deep thinking, and thought provoking. I would shamefully find myself hoping she would drink so I could hang out with her and just ... talk.

I paint a gloomy picture of her, but she's not a drunk. You would probably classify her more as a functioning alcoholic. She would wake in the morning and seem perfectly fine. She would be chipper and energetic which goes against everything I've ever heard about hangovers. At eighteen, I wasn't well versed in the ways of partying, but anyone could look at Mom at the end of a Friday or Saturday night and assume she would be down for the count all weekend. No, that couldn't be any more inaccurate. Saturday was often a repeat of the day before.

I never connected one conversation with another, so I never knew that she often had no memory of certain nights that we spent time together. I soon found out that some events while vivid in my mind for the ages to come were dismissed into oblivion by the next morning in hers.

The night it all began, I came home after a watching a school football game. It was about 8 PM when I plopped down next to Mom on the couch.

"Hi Mom, whatcha watchin'?" I asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"I don't even know, it's on Lifetime and it's stupid," she slurred.

She looked around and for the remote before angrily giving up.

"Can you find the remote? I'm going to get another drink," she said as she stood up slowly, regained her balance, and stumbled to the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and searched for the remote. I found it between one of the cushions and opened the guide on the cable box and began scrolling through the channels. I found a movie I liked that just started and tossed the remote on the coffee table. That choice in that moment was a life changer. I liked the movie, but I failed to remember everything about it and that led to the life changing events that would transpire.

Mom came back with her drink and I knew how hammered she was because her drinks had gone from half-filled glasses of wine to full glasses, then just flat out forgoing the wine glasses in favor of higher capacity cups. She resumed her previous position and began sipping on her drink.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A movie I liked that I haven't seen in a while. You might like it!" I said without moving my eyes away from the screen.

We sat there for about an hour before I looked over and noticed her drink was empty. She was leaning against me as she watched the movie.

"Would you like me to get another drink for you, Mom?" I asked.

She looked over to her empty glass, "No, I don't have anymore but that's fine," she slurred out.

Her speech was slurred, but I had no indication that there was anything more happening. So, when she put her head in my lap, I didn't think much of it. The movie was about to go into a steamy sex scene that I had forgotten about and I was nervous about reacting while Mom was laying on me like she was. Before long, the scene was upon us.

A cheating husband was exerting control over a co-worker as they worked late. He had already ripped her panties off and lifted her skirt. She was egging him on to fuck her. The angle of the camera allowed you to see the strong ripples on her ass as he slammed into her. I was watching intently, trying not to have a response that Mom could feel. I was shocked out of my focus when Mom finally spoke.

"That's pretty fuckin' hot," she said as she stared continuously at the TV.

I lost my battle and felt my cock begin to respond. I was in full panic mode when Mom spoke again.

"Seems like you agree," she said. Again, without any change of position. I tried to think of anything else, but the scene on the TV persisted and the sounds of hot fucking overrode any contradicting thought I could muster. I considered excusing myself to go to bed but with Mom's brazen remark, I didn't want her thinking I was going to go jerk off, even though I probably would have.

I was in the middle of debating my next move when Mom made my decision for me. She lifted her head up and began to fumble with my zipper.

"Here, I'll take care of that for you," she said just as she fished my cock out of my pants. She was clumsy with it and scrapped the head against the teeth of the zipper. I cringed as she did but before I could recover, the painful sensation that was there was erased by her warm mouth. Mom was sucking my dick in the living room with Dad just down the hall sleeping.

"Mom," I whispered trying to figure out what was happening.

She continued to slowly bob her head up and down on my cock. I tossed my head back against the couch as she worked my cock into a frenzy. I wasn't going to last long. That wasn't the first blowjob I ever had, but everything about it was in the next level and was blowing my mind. Seconds passed before I felt my balls tighten. I knew nothing about how to handle Mom in this situation, so I took the safe route.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," I informed her.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth while still stroking it, "Cum in my mouth."

Her tone was plain and lifeless and gave me nothing as to what she was thinking or if she was even thinking at all. She put my cock back in her mouth and as soon as I felt her tongue on my shaft, I began to shoot in her mouth. I quickly looked down and watched her lock her lips around me and squeeze me with her hand tightly and began to milk to cum out of me.

Shot after shot filled her mouth and as far as I could tell, she swallowed most of it. When she was done, she released me.

"Next time, you'll have to last longer. Not sure what was going on there," she said as plainly as everything else that night. "Shit, I got half of it on my shirt!" she said as she pulled her shirt out and stared down at it.

It dawned on me that there was a significant chance she thought I was dad. She may also have no concept of what she was doing. She tucked my dick back into my pants and shocked me with her next statement.

"Looks like the movie is over, Jeremy. I'm going to go to bed. Don't stay up too late," she said as she slithered off the couch.

I watched her walk away and for the first time in my life, I really watched her. Mom had always been Mom and not a woman I could relate to on a sexual level. My head turned watching her walk out of the room and I became hard again. I didn't even wait. I pushed my pants down and freed my cock. I slowly rubbed it thinking about what just happened.

"Mom sucked my dick," I whispered to myself.

The pace of my strokes increased as I began to think of Mom in a way that I'd never thought of her before. I tried imagining her standing naked in front of me. Every detail was there. I pictured her standing in front of me with a hand on her hip and staring right into me. She stood there, 5' 5" tall, short brown hair, tits that were a bit bigger than you would expect from a smaller woman, and in my imagination, completely shaved between her legs, though she probably didn't.

"Fuck me, Jeremy," I imagined her saying. I shot my load as soon as I imagined those words leaving her mouth. There wasn't much, but what did come out dribbled over my hand and pooled at the base of my cock.

I sat there thinking about everything that happened and felt myself drifting off. I snapped out of it and quickly stood up and made my way to my room. I shook my head at the concept of being discovered in the morning with my dick hanging out of my pants. As I removed my clothes and got ready for bed, I wondered what Mom would have in store for me the next day.

I had a little trouble sleeping but eventually drifted off. I don't remember what time it was, but it must have been late as I was woken up by Mom knocking on my door.

"Wake up, sleepy!" she said jubilantly.

"I'm up!" I announced, once again amazed at her ability to recover like she did.

I wandered out to the kitchen where Mom was making a light breakfast for Dad before he went to work. I was very curious what was going to be said or done after he left. It would just be me and her in the house for the rest of the day.

I made cereal for myself and waited for Dad to take his breakfast to go. He was constantly running late so she learned to pack up something for him on Saturday mornings. I was about halfway through my cereal when Dad rushed through and kissed Mom as she handed him his breakfast. Mom took whatever was left from making his and put it on a plate for herself. She sat at the table across from me and began to speak before Dad was even out of the house.

I panicked, thinking she may still be drunk and would say something regrettable, but I was wrong.

"What time did you get in last night?" she asked, looking up at me briefly.

Dead wrong. I stopped eating and stared at Mom for a while in disbelief. I didn't know anything about drinking until you blackout and not remembering anything. I thought she was kidding, but no words formed in my mouth.

"What?" she asked, apparently with no memory about our interactions the night before.

"What? Oh, sorry, I was drifting off into space. I didn't sleep much last night for some reason, so I guess I'm just tired," I lied.

"Well, you don't have to do anything today so go grab a nap after this," she said with a warm smile.

"I think I might. I should be good to go after a couple hours. I don't remember having any disturbing dreams."

After we ate, I helped mom do the dishes and figured everything that happened between us would be lost in time. What continued to bug me was that she used my name. I would have been able to easily dismiss it all if she called me Dad's name. The event would still go into what the kids call the 'spank bank,' though.

I went to my room and laid down, intending to ponder the situation and how to move forward when I was easily distracted by my phone and my favorite apps. About an hour into my rest, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said, not thinking twice about why Mom would be at my door.

Mom opened the door and asked if she could come in. I nodded and she walked in, closing the door behind her. My eyes never left the screen of my phone as I was playing a game when she sat down on the bed next to me, facing the wall. There was a long silence before she spoke.

"I was cleaning my room and came across something that gave me cause for concern," she said without looking at me.

"Yeah?" I said. I knew what she was probably talking about but didn't know where she was going to go with it. I wasn't prepared for her to question me about it. I assumed she would think Dad did it or something.

"Yeah," she said in an odd tone of regret. "I need to ask you about last night," she added.

"What about it?" I asked looking at her, waiting for her to look at me.

"I feel like I did something that I should not have," she said cautiously, "Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"Well, I came home, and you were watching TV while having some drinks," I started. I told her the story all the way up until she acknowledged that I was hard.

"How did I feel that?" she said timidly.

"You had your head in my lap," I informed her. "Anyway, I didn't respond before you unzipped my pants and pulled ... it out," I said, intending for that to be the end of my admission.

"What did I do with it?" she asked in a broken voice.

"You put it in your mouth," I admitted as I continued to play on my phone.

"Then what?"

"What do you mean?" I said, looking at the back of her head. I was genuinely wondering what she wanted me to say.

She exhaled loudly.

"Did you ... finish?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

I put my phone down and pulled at her shoulder so she would look at me.

"You don't remember, Mom?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Mom turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. She was so upset.

"Can I just say it without beating around the bush?" I asked. The look on her face was making me upset as well.

She nodded and I sighed before letting it all out.

"I told you I was about to cum and you told me to do it in your mouth. I was horny, Mom. I wasn't thinking of you as my Mom, but as an attractive woman. I did as you asked me to," I admitted.

"Why did you let me do that?" she asked as her voice cracked. She was becoming more upset with each question. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"I don't know," I responded honestly, "I knew you were drunk," I added. She was crying hard enough that she was shaking the bed. "But I honestly didn't mind," I admitted.

She sniffled, "What do you mean you didn't mind? How could you be ok doing that with me?"

I read her face quickly to see if I made a mistake in admitting that. When I determined I wasn't in imminent danger, I proceeded.

"I mean that I feel there's different levels of love and lust that people can experience, including combinations of them in differing levels. The love of a family member, of a girlfriend and of a friend are all different. Throw the concept of lust into each one at an appropriate level and it don't see how it can be harmful to engage in sexual acts with them?" I ended as a question, sure to get a response from Mom.

Mom stared at me with her mouth partly open. Her eyes shifted around slightly left and right. She was trying to process what she just heard. I tried to help her come to the conclusion I wanted her to be at.

"What I mean is, while I wouldn't naturally go after such an activity, when love exists and a feeling of lust develops, you're already in good company so, why not?"

"You're not making sense, Jeremy," she said.

I sighed, trying to think of another way to express my thought.

"When you did what you did to me, I didn't think of it as anything else but love for me and a need we both somehow had to fulfill a degree of lust we felt because of the movie that was on."

"Fine, I understand what you mean," she immediately said, "but I don't feel that way and none of that will be happening again. I cannot allow it. I'm ashamed that it happened, and it will take a long time before it stops being an invasive thought."

"Mom," I said, sitting up and putting a hand on her shoulder. She lowered her shoulder quickly and I removed my hand just as quickly, sensing her discomfort. I knew then that what took place created a rift that would not quickly be repaired. "Nevermind, I'm sorry all of this happened."

Mom began to cry again. She turned to face me and looked me over before shoving me to the far side of the bed. She laid next to me and buried her face in my chest as she cried. I wasn't by any means wise in the ways of women, but I did know that I needed to suppress the evidence of my growing hardness. If Mom discovered it, I would not be able to fault her for the anger that she would have.

It was, however, proof of what I was trying to tell her. In that moment, despite my own feelings at her reaction to my admission of what transpired between us, I could have taken her clothes off, wrapped us up in the bed and took her without regret. I took a chance, regardless. I put my hand on the back of her head and comforted her. I decided to take it to the next level, risking her wrath if she got upset.

"If you look down the bed, Mom, you'll notice that I still have no regret about it all. You being in my arms now reminds me of the intimacy we shared. I'm not suggesting anything happen again, but you said my name last night so I think maybe a part of you was ok with it," I said as my hand drifted down to her back, focusing on the area around the clasp of her bra.

Her sobbing lessened and was not much more than sniffling at this point. I thought of the events that happened the previous night and used them to make the bulge growing in my pants more obvious to her eye. I was not yet at a point of no return, but I was heading there fast.

"Was that all that happened? Tell me everything, please. I need to know how far things went," she pleaded.

"I swear that was it. I assume what you found was your shirt with my cum on it. You were irritated that you didn't get it all in your mouth and that some of it got on your shirt. You said the scene on the TV was hot, but in my short life, what I saw you do was the hottest thing I've seen," I said daringly.

I've stepped up to the line. Crossing it means going beyond the point of no return. I was willing to do that if for no other reason than to show Mom what my point was. Admittedly, I was also a horny teenager, although 18 years old, who would fuck any woman who showed interest. The fact that Mom was involved was a bit more excitement to an already exciting adventure.

Mom looked me up and down and asked me a few more questions.

"Did I say anything that indicated I knew it was you?" she asked. It was a curious question for sure since I just mentioned that she had said my name. I spoke on that note a bit more in detail.

"I figured from the start that you thought I was Dad, but then you said my name. Specifically, you said that I needed to last longer next time," I said, observing her every response to my answer.

Mom opened her eyes wider, "Damnit," she whispered almost too low for me to hear.

"Mom," I began to say.

"Don't," she whispered, "There's a lot to be said, but I want to do something else right now. I treated you badly last night, and I don't mean as your mother. I have a lot of thinking to do about last night but there's a lot about me you don't know and, truth be told, should never know. But you do, and because of that, I want you to know I'm not the insulting type when it comes to sex. Whatever happens in this room stays in this room, do you understand?" she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

I nodded in confusion.

The next thing I felt was wetness on my ear lobe then a sucking sound as Mom's mouth released it. "Now, tell me all about last night. Tell me about the scene on the TV that started it all."

My eyes widened and I was certain that what was happening was the least possible thing I imagined happening. I was stunned into silence

"Cat got your tongue? Maybe you want me to tell you what I think happened?" she said as her hand drifted down my body and into my pajama bottoms.

I nodded quickly.

"Ok, let me see if I can remember what was going on," she said as she looked to be thinking. Her hand had wrapped around my cock and was slowly getting it hard. "They found a secluded file room and began to hastily undress each other. Before her clothes were completely removed, she got on her knees and took her lover's penis into her mouth."

"Mom, can you use different words?" I asked, hoping she would understand.

She stopped stroking me and let go. I knew I asked too much.

"Baby, I can't. It's hard enough for me to do this," she said, looking to lock eyes with me.

I leaned over and kissed Mom on the cheek.

"You don't have to do it, Mom. I know you feel bad about everything, but I assure you, I don't hold you less in my heart for anything at all. Ever."

She searched my face for expression and locked eyes with me as she spoke.

"Don't judge me for what I'm about to do," she whispered.

Before I could react, she yanked the blankets over her as she descended my body. I felt her mouth wrap around my cock and slowly slide down the shaft. As she rose back up, she wrapped her hand around it and used both in her movements up and down my cock. I heard small slurping noises as my mind began to wander to the night before.

"My mother is sucking my dick!" I happily thought. "Would she let me cum in her mouth like she did?" I wondered. I got my answer quickly, which surprised me.

"Mom," I whispered, intentionally hoping she wouldn't hear. Seconds later, I began to erupt in her mouth. I grunted as quietly as I could to hear Mom's reaction if there was any to be heard. Three bursts of cum shot into her mouth and I heard no struggle, no difficulty.

I released all the tense muscles I had and laid in my bed, still coming to grips with what had just happened. Meanwhile, Mom attempted to slither out of bed and head toward the door before I would notice. She quickly padded to the door and was about to grab the knob when I hopped out of bed and chased her.

"Mom!" I called to her.

My pants and boxers came off while I got out of bed and she watched my half-hard cock flop up and down as I approached her. I yanked a towel off my dresser and covered myself. Mom attempted to escape my room before I took hold of her. She looked surprised as I pulled her to me. I was about to kiss her but noticed a small bit of cum on her chin. I changed my plan on the fly and instead of kissing her, I put up a finger to tell her to wait and used that same finger to graze her chin, pulling the droplet of cum onto my finger.

I showed her what I did. She looked at my finger then back to me. My mind was going crazy with ideas and the one that seemed to make sense at the time was moving my finger to my mouth as I locked eyes with Mom and sucked the cum off my finger. Mom's eyebrows raised as she took two steep breaths in rapid succession. She was clearly shocked and turned on at my maneuver and quickly departed my room. Judging by the direction she left, she was headed to her room.

I'd never tasted my cum before and I would only ever do it again if I knew I could get Mom to react like that again.

I smiled at the possible doors I just opened with that act and went to the bathroom to shower. I was turned on again but decided against jerking off in the shower. I had all kinds of ideas about how I could possibly worm my way into having sex with Mom. I also dealt with the moral implications of what I was devising. What I said to her was true and it wasn't like I was trying to establish a relationship. I simply wanted to know what it was like to fuck her. I ended up not deciding anything since I tended to change plans at the last minute. I would just have to remain vigilant about my opportunities.

In the meantime, I went out to the kitchen after a couple hours and Mom was out making dinner. I snuck a look around the corner and it seemed as if she had showered and changed clothes before starting dinner. I bounded into the kitchen and acted as if absolutely nothing had ever happened.

"Hi, Mom! Whatcha makin'?" I asked as I went to the fridge.

She turned and looked and responded, "Hi, honey. We're having lasagna and bread."

"Clever move, Mother," I thought to myself. She knew it was my favorite meal.

I walked over to the counter next to Mom but made sure to remain a normal distance.

"Man, that smells good!" I said as I normally would.

She turned and smiled at me.

"I felt like having Italian food tonight but not spending a ton at Olive Garden or anywhere like that. Your dad will be working late, so it'll be just us. Look! I made enough for just us!" she said as she held up the loaf pan filled with sauce and pasta.

I nodded my approval and asked if she was planning on watching TV while dinner was in the oven. She cleverly told me she planned to read but that I was welcome to watch anything I wanted. I took that to mean she was going to be in the same room but didn't want to watch anything with me or sit on the couch near me. Progress wasn't going to be made in a single day.

That night we ate and I watched TV. Nothing happened and I ended up going to bed. Over the next several weeks, I noticed Mom would sometimes watch me out of the corner of her eye or actively avoid being in very close proximity to me. I started to get annoyed and considered letting her in on my annoyance. I was going to tell her that what happened was a one-time thing, but if anything were to happen again, I would have been the liar in the situation. That could be disastrous for my plans and ultimately for us.

Several more weeks followed where the behaviors I noted began to dwindle. I came home from school one Friday afternoon and plopped myself down on the couch after ditching my backpack in the kitchen. Mom had not come home yet and Dad was asleep in their room before his flight later that night for a business outing with potential clients.

Mom came home at her normal time and I noted each of her traditional movements and sounds. Keys on the table were first, then the pantry door opening for her lunch bag. I waited longer than usual before hearing the crinkling of a paper bag followed immediately by the clanking of bottles. There were two bottles that time. I expected her to then go to her room to change, but the next sound I heard was the cap of one of the bottles having its seal broken and then then contents being poured into a glass. Mom must have had a bad day since she typically waits to drink.

"Hi, Mom!" I yelled into the kitchen.

I waited for a while before Mom came into the living room to greet me. Friday's were jean days at her job, so she had jeans on with a nice shirt on.

"Hi, Jeremy," she said before aggressively kicking her shoes into the side of the couch. She took a sip of her wine before telling me her plan for the evening.

"Babe, it's been a crappy day. I'm going to go shower and change. Could you order us some pizza? My card is in my purse. I'll come sit with you and we can watch some movies together."

"Sure. Go take a hot shower and I'll have everything ready for you when you're done. Including another drink," I informed her.

"Trying to get me drunk, young man?" she asked with a wink as she walked away. I admired her ass as she walked and noted her phone in her back pocket. My imagination began to get the best of me.

When I heard the shower turn on, I went and grabbed my phone and ordered a single pizza with bread sticks. Once that chore was completed, I poured Mom a glass of wine and set it on the side table on the far end of the couch where she normally sits. From there, I went to her bedroom door and waited. I waited until I was sure she was getting into comfortable clothing before sending her a text message.

"No bra."

I heard her phone sound the text message alert. I wasn't certain, but I thought she said "Oh!" in a surprised voice. I chickened out of my plan to let those two words stand alone, so I used her lack of knowledge about technology to my advantage.

"Damnit! It cut my text off. It should have said wear something loose and no bra and I'll give you a back rub while you tell me about your day. Pizza will be here in about 30 minutes."

I waited for a few minutes to get her reply when she violently opened the door. It scared the hell out of me.

"Jeremy, I know you've been standing there. I don't know why and I don't know why you sent me that message just now," she looked behind her quickly, then back to me and loudly whispered, "I hope you don't plan to take advantage of me tonight while I'm having some drinks!"

"Mom! I stopped here to text you because I went to my room to get socks on and thought I would do that for you. I texted the first one and when I realized it sent wrong, I stopped to correct it before you got the wrong Idea!"

She looked me up and down then smirked as she closed the door.

"Damnit, she's hard to read!" I thought to myself as I breathed a sigh of relief.

I waited impatiently for Mom to come out so I could further formulate my plan for the evening. As I waited, Dad came out and told me he was going to the airport. I asked if he wanted to wait for some pizza, though I did not order enough for three. He said he would get something on the way and that he'd see me in a week. I watched him walk out and close the door then sat on the couch and waited.

Mom was taking much longer than usual for a shower and change. My optimistic imagination determined she was making herself ready for me. I imagined her coming into the living room wearing nothing but a shirt. When she did, she immediately got on her knees in front of me and sucked my cock until it was hard. Then, without a word, she would climb on my cock and begin bouncing up and down begging for me to cum inside her.

I was hard thinking about it and despite the riskiness of the move, I pulled my dick out and slowly stroked it while listening intently for any sound coming from behind me. I imagined the scenario with several more details intermixed. I lost track of time and situational awareness. Next thing I knew, I heard noises from the kitchen. My heart raced as if I just saw police lights in my rear-view mirror. I tucked my dick back into my shorts and jumped up.

"I didn't realize you were done," I said waiting for any indication that she knew what I was doing.

"Yep, I heard the doorbell and came to get the food. I was just getting plates so we could bring some food into the living room and find a movie. Am I picking tonight, or are you?"

"You can pick," I said, not wanting to seem like I was setting the scene for anything to happen that night.

"Ok, I don't have anything in mind, so I'll search the guide until we find one we like," she said as she handed me a plate.

We both got some pizza and bread and headed into the living room. She dimmed the lights a little and sat down, taking an immediate drink of her wine before clicking the TV on. As she clicked through the guide, I looked over and saw she was wearing pajama pants with a T-shirt. It looked as if she was not wearing a bra as requested, but I wasn't completely sure.

She chose a movie and we both watched as we ate. An hour into the movie and she had only made two trips to the kitchen for another drink. By the time the movie was over, she made two additional trips. When the credits started, she laughed out loudly.

"That was a terrible movie!" she said before taking a drink from her glass.

"It was. It's my turn to choose a crap movie," I said, snatching the remote up. I looked over and Mom yawned heavily. It seemed she was going to be more tired than drunk that night so any chance I thought I had was quickly evaporating.

I scrolled through the guide until I hit the movie channels and slowed my browsing. I looked to see if I recognized anything that would maybe give cause for something to happen, even if it were just me jerking off later. I found a good one and clicked play. Mom asked me what it was about, but I lied and said I hadn't seen it before. I wouldn't have to wait long as the first sex scene was within minutes of the opening credits.

As the scene started, Mom shifted in her seat a few times. The final time, she had her left leg bent at the knee. After the scene was over, I got up to gather Mom's plate and bring it to the kitchen. When I came back, I decided to take a bold move and sit much closer to Mom. She side-eyed me for a moment and went back to watching the TV. It was about 30 minutes until another sex scene played out. I hoped Mom would lay her head in my lap before it started, so I decided to maybe get her thinking about things.

I mimicked her movements and bent my right leg at the knee and used my left arm to rub my cock through my shorts. I was occasionally exaggerated with my movements and thought I saw her stealing glances, but I could have been wrong. Regardless, there were a few other scenes left in the movie. When this one was done, I feigned exasperation with it and put my leg down and slouched in seat. I was in the perfect position for what I assumed could happen that night.

Mom finished her glass an announced that she was tired. Without saying another word, she laid down on me in the same position that started this whole thing months ago. Perhaps she had forgotten the things that transpired long ago, wishes a repeat of them, or in the more likely scenario, was just tired. At that point, I decided to play it safe and see what she did when the next scene began to play out on the TV.

It was a lengthy scene and she was shifting around a lot to the point where I was starting to get hard. What I found I enjoyed about this encounter was that she began things slowly unlike last time where she was abrupt and to the point. Once she resettled, her hand rested on my cock and her thumb was slowly moving up and down the covered shaft. I thought I would see if she realized what she was doing by placing my hand on her hip and rubbing slowly up and down her leg while drifting over her ass. This was all new territory for me since last time I didn't touch her in any sexual way.

This went on for almost the entire scene when I decided to see where I could drive the situation. As my hand traveled up past the waistband of her pajamas, I slide my hand inside them and her panties and rested my fingers against her bare leg. My index finger was draped over her hip bone, inches from where I imagined the hair on her pussy would start. I slowly started moving that finger back and forth. I could hear her breathing change slightly and she escalated things even more.

She slowly began to unzip my zipper and tried to quietly unbutton my shorts. It seemed to be a tit-for-tat moment, so I moved my hands a little deeper into her panties until her hand suddenly covered my wrist tightly and began to yank my hand out.

"Jeremy, no" she said as she moved my hand slowly up to the hem of her shirt. "I'm ok with this, not that."

"Ok," I whispered.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered back without looking at me.

I slithered my hand up her shirt slowly as she wriggled her hand into the hole of my boxers and wrapped her hand around my cock. I was still moving my hand up her shirt until the tips of my finger contacted the underside of her tit. I quickly withdrew my hand.

"Baby, no, I want you to," she said as she freed my cock from the confines of my shorts.

I pushed my hand all the way up and covered her tit with my hand and squeezed. She gasped quickly just before wrapping her lips around my cock. I could feel her hard nipple pressing into the palm of my hand and squeezed harder when her tongue touched my shaft as she gently began to pull her head up. I put my other hand on the back of her head and pet her hair and she bobbed up and down my cock.

I began to feel bad about always being on the receiving end of our special bonding. I also wanted to taste Mom.

"Is this all you want, Mom? Can I do something for you?" I asked in a shallow voice.

Mom kept sucking me in and out of her mouth. I didn't bother to ask her again. Instead, I focused on her skill. She was slow and deliberate with her motions. Her mouth didn't travel fully up and down my cock, but her tongue worked laboriously in her mouth to bring pleasure to every inch of my cock that was in her mouth. She sometimes worked just the tip with her tongue and then took a couple inches into her mouth. I knew I was missing a lot by not being able to have her in every other way I wanted.

My hand traveled across her chest and squeezed her other tit tightly before my fingers found her nipple and manipulated it. I wished I could have been doing that as she lay still so I could read every reaction, but the grip she had on the base of my cock told me she enjoyed me playing with her nipple, especially squeezing it tightly. I was starting to lose control and my little head began to think for me.

"Mom, I want more of you," I stupidly said. I should have been happy with the little progress that had been made that night.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and her hand began to fly up and down quickly on my cock.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, Jeremy," she said in a dull tone.

"Damnit!" I thought to myself. "I fucked it all up!"

I remained silent until I felt like I was about to cum.

"I'm almost there, Mom," I announced.

She yanked my hand out of her shirt and moved to the floor, on her knees between my legs. She gripped my cock tightly in her hand and moved it up the shaft at a painfully slow pace.

"You should be happy with what you get, Jeremy," she said as she studied my cock.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just..." I started before she interrupted.

"Mom knows best," she said before lowering her mouth over my cock and resumed the blowjob she started earlier. Her head bobbed up and down quickly a few times before she released me.

"I know you want to fuck me, but you can't," she said as she continued sucking my dick.

"Well, this is new," I thought to myself. The sensation of my pending orgasm did not return, and I was glad. I wanted to see where this was going.

After a few more head bobs, she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop like the girls in porn do.

"I can't even do this without a significant amount of alcohol for now, so you're going to have to be happy with what you get," she repeated.

"I am so happy with this, Mom, I think I'm going to cum soon," I informed her as that feeling came back to me.

She released my dick and stood up, quickly dropping her pajama bottoms but leaving her panties on. She straddled my waist and rubbed her panty covered pussy against my cock.

"You're going to cum on my panties," she informed me as she pressed my cock against her pussy with her open hand and began to gyrate her hips against me. "I want this so bad but I'm so embarrassed!" she whispered in my ear. "We can't fuck, baby!" she announced as she began to go wild with her movements.

I dared to touch her without her permission by placing both hands on her ass and helping her grind against me.

"We're not fucking, Mom. It's ok, we're not fucking!" I reminded her in a calm voice.

"Jeremy! I'm going to cum! Cum on my pussy!" she said in a deep, grunting whisper.

I was so close; she didn't need to tell me twice.

"I am, Mom!"

I pulled her tightly to me and began to move my hips. In my mind I was shoving my cock deep inside her pussy and filling her up with cum. In reality, the head of my cock was teasing her clit and she was joining me in a mutual orgasm for the first time. I felt her shake against my chest as the first rope of cum left my dick.

"UGH!" I grunted loudly.

She pulled back and grabbed my cock, coaxing the final shots of cum from my balls and pointing them to her panty covered mound.

When I was done, I fell back onto the couch trying to catch my breath. When I finally looked at Mom, she had a hand over her nose and mouth and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself, "She's going to remember this and never forgive me for it!"

She jumped off me and dropped her panties on the floor and quickly pulled her pajama bottoms up before running to her room and slamming the door. I shoved my cock back into my shorts and in a fit of rage, found the first object to take my anger out on and swung my fist at it.

That was a mistake.

I instantly heard a bone snap and fell to my knees in pain. I looked around in a panic trying to figure out what to do. I went into the kitchen to get a Ziploc bag and filled it with ice. I went to my room and grabbed my keys and left the house with a slam of the door. When I got to the car, I took my phone out of my pocket and slid it into the drink holder and awkwardly started the car with my left hand. I managed to get to the nearest Doc-in-a-Box before they closed.

There was a surprising amount of people in the waiting room. After I registered and sat down, I got a text from Mom.

"Where did you go? I heard a loud noise and then the front door slam. I'm sorry if I made you mad," she said.

I looked around to see if anyone was able to see what I was writing.

"It's not you, Mom. I was angry at myself for upsetting you like that. It's my fault and I should not have pushed everything so far," I admitted.

"Where did you go?" she asked.

"The doctor, I think I broke my hand or something. I'm sorry," I said.

"Jeremy! I could have taken you!" she scolded. I kind of snickered at her motherly instincts taking over considering all that happened.

"I didn't think about anything like that at all, Mom. But now that I'm here, I think it would look weird if I showed up with a broken hand and you showed up looking devastatingly upset."

There was a long pause.

"You're probably right. Wake me up when you get home, I wanted to talk to you," she requested.

"Ok, Mom, I love you."

She sent me a red heart as she always done. I knew she wasn't hurt deeply but I needed to know what she was thinking and what hurt her heart. It would have destroyed me if anything we had before was lost for good.

They finally called me back and after a cast application and a prescription for pain killers, I was on my way home after 1 AM. I thought about what Mom asked me to do and I wasn't prepared to wake her up. With it being Saturday, we could talk in the morning.

When I made my way into the house significantly quieter than when I left, I saw a single light on in the living room. I tip toed into the room and saw Mom's face dimly lit from the fake candlelight in the room. She was sleeping soundly. I reached under the couch and pulled out what Mom calls her "fuzzy blanket" and covered her with it before turning off the candles. I noted the panties on the floor were missing as I walked past the couch on my way to my room.

I took one of my pain killers and drifted off to sleep in short order. When I woke up, I realized I had been in a hard, dreamless sleep all night. Little could have woken me including the fact that Mom had climbed into bed with me. I turned to face her and watched her dream. Was she dreaming of me? Was she having nightmares of what we did the night before?

I wanted to be the son she knew me before all this happened. I also wanted to take her clothes off in that bed and wake her up the way I thought she wanted. I was torn, but I knew what the right thing was to do. I smiled and kissed her on her nose before quietly slipping out of bed.

I went to the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt and boxers with the intent to make breakfast for Mom.

"Ok," I sighed, standing in the middle of the kitchen, "eggs, bacon, and toast," I said as I pointed to where I knew the items to be.

I pulled each one out and stared at them.

"I have no idea what I'm doing," I reminded myself.

I didn't know how to cook the bacon or how long it would take so, I was going to wing it and hope she liked the result. Not too chewy, but also not too crispy is what she would say. I put several strips onto the griddle and began to cook the eggs. Once I was done, I was mildly impressed with my effort. I had just gotten my product onto a plate when Mom came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

"You didn't wake me up, my love," she reminded me as she laid her head against my back.

Her word choice wasn't lost on me at all.

I put my hand over both of hers and felt a flutter in my heart.

"What is happening?" I thought to myself.

"I have breakfast for you, Mom," I informed her without either of us moving.

"I know, baby, I could smell the bacon."

"From my room?" I asked knowing full well that's where she was.

"Mmhmm," she moaned happily.

She released me and went to the table. I was quickly behind and noticed she was wearing the t-shirt she had on the night before but also a pair of my boxers. The dirty mind in me wondered if she had panties on underneath. I dismissed the thought, but the consequences of those thoughts were already taking place between my legs. I caught Mom stealing a glance before looking up at me like she was caught.

We both sat at the table eating amongst an awkward silence until she brought up the elephant in the room.

"Why were you angry last night?" she asked without looking at me.

I looked at her in obvious confusion, though she was eating and not looking at me.

"Well, it was probably because you were upset and got up and ran away without saying a word to me. I was sure we went too far and that it was my fault," I admitted.

She continued eating and not looking at me.

"Why do you think it was your fault?" she asked between bites.

"I feel like after the first time, I kind of," I paused trying to think of how I could word what I wanted to say, "wanted it to happen enough that maybe I ensured all the conditions were met for another encounter?"

"Did you purposefully instigate the first one?" she asked, finally looking at me.

"No, I had nothing in my mind about it. It wasn't something I thought I wanted at that time," I responded.

"You want it now, though?" she inquired. Her line of questioning led me to believe she had been thinking about it all night or at least before she crawled into bed with me.

I felt heat begin to build in my cheeks at the fact that I had to openly admit I wanted to fuck my mother.

"Yes," I said plainly.

"What exactly do you want?" she asked, staring intently at me.

It was my turn not to look at her.

"Jeremy, you're asking me to take part in something but I'm not sure what exactly it is you're wanting me to take part in," she said in her motherly tone.

It became clear to her that I was unimaginably uncomfortable. It was an odd feeling for me that I was able to commit all the acts we've done to that point without a second thought but talking about it in conversation with Mom was seemingly out of the question.

Mom sighed lightly.

"You seem ok with me touching you, performing oral sex on you, and you touching me. Is that all you want or is there more?" she asked.

"More," I blurted out.

"Can you tell me?" she asked, reaching across the table and putting her hand on my wrist, preventing me from eating.

I looked up at her in thought.

"I want to see you naked," I admitted softly.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"I want to have sex with you," I said quietly, but proudly.

"I see. And why did you think I was upset last night?" she asked, her hand still preventing me from eating.

"Because I think you did something against your will," I said, unsure if that was what I meant.

"What do you mean?"

I was becoming irate with all her questions.

"I was getting worked up and maybe crossed the line," I said vaguely.

"Now, you're going to have to excuse my bluntness and perhaps my language as I try and paint a picture for you, ok?"

I nodded.

"As I recall the events that have transpired between us, I don't recall you restraining me. I don't recall you forcing your pen... dick into my mouth. I also don't recall me telling you to," she paused to dredge up the ability to use sexual language with me, "cum anywhere but in my mouth. I also don't recall you forcing me to very nearly have sex with you. Understand what I'm saying?"

"Ok, so you're saying I didn't cause you to be upset. If I didn't do it, why were you crying?" I asked.

"That, son, is what we need to explore this morning. I want to discuss it somewhere more comfortable, though. Let's do the dishes and get comfortable, ok?"

I smiled, nodded, and gathered up the plates. Mom helped me rinse the dishes and fill the dishwasher before going to the infamous living room to talk.

"Parents instill in their children lessons and behaviors that they exhibit. What they often leave out are some of the personal things they've learned throughout life. I suppose we do that because they're personal to us or maybe because sometimes the lesson learned is more valuable when you learn it on your own. In this case, I find it important that you know because of what happened. I assure you, I never sat with your other brothers or sisters and discussed these things," she said, finishing the mini speech in almost a laugh.

She paused to ensure I was following her.

"Women cry at nearly the drop of a hat, not always when bad things happen to them or they're upset. We sometimes cry when we're overwhelmingly happy or, in this case, when an exciting thing happens that brings about a new level of happiness and pleasure. You said you got worked up, but you didn't stop to consider that maybe I did too?" she asked.

"No, I guess I didn't. I didn't think you wanted any of this," I admitted.

"Jeremy, I told you that I knew you didn't force anything on me."

"No, Mom, I know. I just meant at that time, that's what I was thinking."

"Oh, right," she said in a breath of relief. "So, you understand that what you were feeling, I was also feeling," she asked.

"I guess, so what exactly got you emotional like that?" I asked.

"Well, I think it was because I had an orgasm with the least likely person imaginable at the time. It wasn't only that, but it was more intense than usual."

I smiled proudly that I could help her achieve that.

"Does that mean you want more?" I asked cautiously.

She stared blankly at me for a long time. I knew she was thinking about how to answer me.

"Baby, I want that every minute of every day. There are too many things to consider, though. For one, what we're doing is wrong. So wrong! When you told me that you didn't mind it, I didn't understand but I'm starting to see what you mean."

"What else?" I asked.

"Well, your father. He hasn't given me any reason to seek the attention from another man," she said.

"Anything else?"

"Are you dismissing my reasons?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

"Absolutely not. I want to understand!" I informed her truthfully. 'So far, though, I'm getting you want what happened last night, but not with me. Correct?"

She let out an exhaustive sigh and slumped a little as if she felt defeated.

"Baby, I just don't know. All I can tell you right now is that I'm not ready to give my body to you. Nor am I ready to allow you to see me in my most vulnerable state."

I was disappointed to say the least. At first, I wanted to make Mom a conquest of mine, but by the time that discussion was being had, I wanted more.

"Baby don't be upset with me, you have to understand where my fears come from," she said in a pleading tone.

"What are you afraid of? Do you think I'll want to change your relationship with Dad or enter into some relationship with you?"

She furled her brow a little, "Don't you?"

"Mom, no! Listen, there's very little I can think of that would ever make me not love you as I should. I also cannot think of any reason why I would want to break up your marriage. Granted, I think you could be happier, but I doubt you're lonely or uncared for. I just..."

I must have paused a little longer than her liking.

"You just what?" she asked.

"I've come to find you attractive, which I'm aware would make Freud proud, and even though you're my mom, I get horny when I see you in certain stages of undress. I imagine things. Above all else, I have imagined different ways we would have sex and how I could please you. So, that's the deal. I'm attracted to you and I want you."

I put it all out on the table and waited impatiently for her response.

"Well, like I told you, you'll have to be happy with what you get. You have to let a girl have her secrets and, in time, she may reveal them. That time won't be today, though."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, though I had my suspicions about what she meant.

"It means I don't always share everything with you! That's what it means," she said deviously.

"What do we do now?" I asked, feeling a little rejected.

She got up on her knees and shoved me back hard, forcing me to lay on the couch. She quickly straddled my knees and pulled off her top. I'd never seen Mom's tits, but they were glorious. The porn sites would call them big naturals, but they were perfectly sized with perfect nipples in the center. The sagged a bit and reminded me of Kay Parker's tits from Taboo.

"I'm not at the brick wall yet, babe. I'm willing to show you things and do things with you until then. I don't know where that wall is, but it's not here. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to suck on you until you cum in my mouth."

I was initially shocked at the sudden step she took to re-engage in those acts with me. That was by far the most direct Mom had been with me. It turned me on so much when she talked to me like that. She was a desirable woman and that made me want her even more.

I smiled and nodded at her and she returned that with a wink.

"Good, because it looks like you're already hard and waiting to be sucked on," she said as she fished my cock out of my boxers and immediately wrapped her mouth around the head.

She took her sweet time with that blowjob. She was teasing me and she knew it. She ended up laying on my legs and toying with my cock as she stared me down. She sometimes would turn her head and run her tongue down the underside of my shaft to my balls as she stared me down. She would trail her tongue back up then engulf my cock and bob her head up and down for a while.

I was enjoying watching her deliver pleasure to me and wasn't prepared for what she told me.

"Would you mind cumming on my boobs?" she asked as she stroked me with her hand.

"Yes!" I managed to say. I didn't consider she might like something other than taking a load of cum in her mouth since the two previous encounters resulted in that along with some anger that she got some on her shirt. I assumed anything outside of her mouth would be off limits.

She smiled and continued her torture. She took time to ensure I saw her tongue making slow movements around the tip of my cock. Usually the blowjob itself is what made me cum, but watching Mom tease me like she was and feeling her bare tits on my skin was too much.

"I'm almost there, Mom!" I announced.

She rose up and I saw her tits sway gently back and forth and she positioned them in just the spot needed to catch my cum.

"Cum on them, Jeremy. Shoot your sperm all over my nipples. I want to show you something," she told me.

"Oh, man, here it comes!" I gasped.

She tightened her grip and sped up her stroking as she cupped one of her tits and brought it in contact with my cock. I let loose. She giggled as the first rope overshot and hit her on her neck and chin, but she didn't flinch.

"Fuck, Jeremy, cum all over me!"

The next blast came out and made a thick line down the center of her tit. The final two shots landed beautifully on her nipple and coated it completely. As she continued to stroke my cock, milking the rest of the cum out, she brought her mouth to her nipple and sucked the cum off it. Mom was such a different person to me, and I slipped up.

"Man, I want to fuck you so bad!" I announced without thinking.

"Jeremy Scott!" she yelled with a smirk.

She bounced up and straddled my still exposed cock.

"Lay down," she said leaning toward me just a little. "Keep your hands to yourself," she said as she continued to lower her tits to my face. "Move only when I tell you to," she said as she finally positioned her tits just above my face and began to grind against my still hard cock.

"I'll suck your dick, baby. I'll let you cum all over me and in my mouth. I won't promise you will be able to fuck me, but if I ever get to feel ok with that, a moment will not pass before I tell you."

She ground her pussy into my raging cock. She was blowing my mind.

"I'll expect you to know what to do. Until then," she said as she paused to move her ass back and forth, "I need some satisfaction, too!"

I nodded approvingly at Mom as she worked her pussy over my cock. I had an idea that I wanted to pitch to her for her orgasm after-party. If she didn't want to, she could maybe use it to bring her closer to cumming.

"Mom, I want to cum again. When you're done, I want to get between your legs and rub my cock against your clit while I jerk off," I told her.

"You want to rub the head of that cock of yours against my wet pussy, baby? You want to feel my juices mix with yours? I want you to rub it against my vagina while I rub my clit, we can both cum together like last night," she said in quick, breathy bursts.

"Fuck! I might cum before that can happen! I'll drench your pussy with my cum!"

"Oh, fuck, baby! That did it! Fuck!" mom squealed. I moved my hands with the intention to put them on her ass and help her grind into me harder, but she leaned forward and held them down but didn't realize her tits were resting on my face.

I risked a lot by maneuvering my face and licking her nipple lightly.

"Jeremy! Suck it into your mouth!"

I did as she asked, and it was like time stood still. She stopped moving her ass back and forth and stopped moving entirely except her legs that were shaking.

"Cum all over me, Mom," I whispered with a smile, "Let it leak all over my dick!"

I got lost in the moment. As Mom came down from her orgasm, she realized what she did and quickly sat upright.

"Phew!" she said with an animated face. "A bit more happened just then than I was initially willing to do, young man!" she said with a wicked grin. "You learned a little more about your Mama than she intended! Unfortunately, you're going to have to take care of this," she said as she slid her hand over my dick, "on your own this time. I want a shower and then I want to go out with you for the day! No, before you even think it, you may NOT," she emphasized as she poked my nose, "shower with me!"

Mom and I didn't usually spend days together, but we also never engaged in sexual acts together. I lay there slowly stroking my dick thinking about the things that were happening and what could come to pass if they kept going in the same direction. Those thoughts along with Mom's aggressive use of my dick as a plaything to get her off and I was cumming in no time.

I got in and out of the shower and Mom was waiting for me in the living room.

"Jeremy, before we go, I'd like to talk to you about what we're doing," she said as she pat the seat next to her.

I sat down and turn to face her, waiting for her to start. I didn't know what she wanted to talk about since we had discussed a lot about the situation earlier.

"I know you're aware that what we're doing isn't normal and even illegal. I don't know where this is going, but I need you to promise me something, ok?" she asked in a very genuinely concerned voice.

"Of course," I assured her.

"I need you to be patient with me. I know I told you where my limits stand as of right now and you obviously know that, in the heat of the moment, I'm prone to breaking my own rules. I need you to be patient as I work through things and not get frustrated with me. Again, I make no promises and," she paused, "I need you to understand that I may also stop this at any time. I'm not saying that will happen, but we need to be prepared for anything."

I nodded as I thought about my own question.

"I understand. I have a question as well. Things seem to be moving forward each time we're together. I think that's able to happen because Dad isn't here. Let's pretend that things go much further before he gets back. What happens when he does?"

"I've thought of that myself and it's yet another thing I cannot answer for you. I'm sorry," she offered.

"It's ok. This is new to both of us and it's certainly different than trying to establish relations with a typical girlfriend," I said with a light chuckle.

"It no doubt is. Now, what are we off to do today?" she asked.

"I don't know, you mentioned it! I'd be ok hanging around the house working on getting more of your clothes off," I admitted with a wink.

Mom put on a show of being offended. She then leaned close and whispered, "you're not going to be happy until I'm naked and bouncing up and down on that nice dick of yours!"

She pulled back and smiled devilishly.

"Not true! I mean, not entirely. You know what I mean! How about a movie and dinner?" I asked.

Mom struck a dramatic thinking pose.

"If we see a movie, there better not be any shenanigans!" she said as she wagged her finger at me.

I raised both hands, "Ok, I give in to your demands!" I exclaimed with a large smile. It was fun bantering with Mom. I suddenly recognized what was happening. We were forming a relationship beyond mother and son, even if neither of us was willing to admit it. I moved forward regardless.

That day, we went to the theater and then to a nice sit-down restaurant. We never spoke of what was happening between us and I suspected that our bond grew stronger as a result of that non-sexual time we spent together.

That night, we talked about the movie at home in great detail and I felt more like a husband than a son to her. She seemed to engage me in the same manner. I felt like we were on the cusp of finalizing our pairing. As we drew to the end of the night, I took things to the next level. I stood up and held my hand out for Mom to take. She did so with some reservation visible on her face. I smiled trying to assure her my intent was not malicious.

I hugged her and thanked her for the great day. As she drew away from me, I looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She reluctantly accepted my gesture of love but soon gave into it and participated as much as I did. When it was over, she looked at me in adoration.

"I liked that," was all she said before heading down the hall to her room. I turned and watched her and noticed that as she closed her door, she failed to close it all the way which was her norm each night. I didn't give it much thought after that as I headed to my own room and went to bed.

Some time in the middle of the night, I woke. I expected Mom to be laying next me, but she wasn't. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time. It was nearly 3 AM that Sunday morning. Thinking of the change in her door habits, I took it as an invitation and went to her room.

I walked up to her door and opened it slowly. There were no lights on in her room and I quietly stepped to the bed. She was lying on her side on the part of the bed she claimed as hers. I slipped into the bed as unnoticeable as I could be and as soon as I rest my head on the pillow, Mom turned over and looked me over. I expected her to change positions when the weight distribution on the bed changed, but she nearly scared me when she opened her eyes.

"Hi, baby," she said quietly.

"Hi, Mom," I simply replied. "I'm sorry that I woke you up."

"You didn't wake me up, baby," she said.

"Oh. Did you wake up recently?" I asked naively.

She shook her head with a smile. I knew there was something on her mind. I leaned forward and kissed her on her nose.

She smiled softly at me, "I've been thinking about you."

I felt guilty for being able to sleep as quickly as I did.

"What about me?" I asked.

"Jeremy, I'm naked under these sheets," she said abruptly without answering my question.

I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't know if that was an invitation or a request for me to leave as she was not prepared for me to be there. I laid there thinking about how to move forward when I the only move that made sense came to mind. I tussled around in the bed removing the only two pieces of clothing that I had on.

"That's better," she said in a low whisper.

I reached my hand over and placed it on her naked hip, resting it there. She placed her hand on mine.

"Remember when I said I needed you to be patient and accept what I tell you, regardless of what it is?"

I nodded.

"I've been awake all night thinking about you, thinking about you and I, thinking about your father and I. I came to only one conclusion. Do you know what it is?"

I shook my head.

With more energy than I would have in her position, she quickly got on top of me and used her weight to invert us. I suddenly found myself on top of her, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my dick growing in size.

"I don't want to wait any longer. I want you to make love to me right now. I want you to do it again tomorrow! I want you to do it as much as you want! We can talk more about it tomorrow, but I want this," she said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. She put her other hand on the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss her.

As I continued to kiss her, I pushed my hips forward until my cocked begged entrance into Mom's pussy. I pushed inside her with excruciating slowness. As soon as the head was in, Mom broke the kiss.

"Finally!" she gasped, "Oh my god!" she added after wrapping her arms around me.

I slowly buried myself completely inside my mother.

"Stop. Just ... stay there for a minute," she begged.

I did as she asked and planted small kisses on her face. After she was done reveling in the feeling of my cock inside her, she began to return the kisses.

"Ok, I'm ready for you to make love to me. Fuck me, Jeremy, I want it so bad!" she pleaded.

I began to pull slowly out and then back in.

"Mom!" I said loudly.

"I know, baby, it's so good!"

"I'm going to cum!" I said, disappointed in myself.

"Do it, baby, cum inside me!"

I sped up quickly and thrusted deep inside her several times before a final time where I stayed in and began to pump my cum into Mom.

"I can feel you swelling inside me!" she said, digging her fingers into my back.

I grunted loudly after each spurt and Mom coached me along.

"Yes, baby, shoot it in me, make me your lover! Give it all to me!" she said.

After I was done, I wanted more. I began to move slowly to ensure I didn't lose my erection. Mom was thrilled with my actions.

"Oh, yes baby! Don't quit on me, keep fucking me!"

When I knew I wasn't going lose it, I extended my arms so I could watch Mom's body as I fucked her harder with each stroke.

"Harder, Jeremy, fuck me harder!" she begged me.

"Rub your clit while I fuck you, Mom, I want you to cum on my dick," I breathed out.

"No need, baby, I'm almost there," she informed me, "Just keep ramming that thing hard, I love it!" she said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Looking at her, I would have thought this was the first time she had sex. I was clearly the evidence of that being untrue.

"I want to do this every minute of every day, Mom!" I exclaimed as I felt her body begin to shake. Just as I finished speaking, she pushed me away.

"Pull out, baby, I'm cumming!"

Just as I did, I knew I was moments away from cumming.

"So am I, Mom!"

Her eyes were closed hard as she focused on her own orgasm. I rested the head of my cock against her opening and rubbed it until the first batch of cum left and coated her fingertips. When I was done, she switched hands and dipped her coated fingers in her mouth and rode out her own orgasm to completion.

I fell onto my back in the space on the bed I originally occupied and was breathing heavily. Mom leaned over and rested against me and pulled my head until our mouths met. The passion she delivered in that kiss was intense. Her tongue probed my mouth until it met my own and they danced a dance of passion.

When the kiss was over, Mom placed her head on my chest and wrapped her arm around me. I was lost in thought for a while before I broke the silence.

"Were you thinking about that all night, Mom?" I asked.

Mom didn't reply or even move to indicate she heard me. I bent my head to look at her face and she was fast asleep. I smiled broadly.

"She's been waiting all night for that," I thought to myself.

I pulled the sheets up and covered us and thought about all the questions I needed answers to. I decided I would wake up before Mom and bring her breakfast in bed.

I woke up with the sun shining through the blinds in the window. Before I opened my eyes, I knew Mom was still in bed with me, but she was awake and rubbing my cheek with her hand.

"Good morning, sleepy head! Or should I say afternoon? It seems someone overexerted themselves in the wee hours of the morning!" she said with a smile.

"Yeah, but it was your fault," I claimed.

She playfully slapped my chest and kissed my cheek.

"You probably have so many questions, baby, don't ya?"

I looked at Mom and nodded.

"I'm going to go out and get us some lunch. You go get a shower and relax and I'll answer them all as best I can, ok?" she said as she poked my nose.

I smiled as I watched her walk out of the room. I didn't feel like I had a lot of questions, but the few I had revolved around how everything was going to work when Dad got home. I felt like she had some semblance of a plan, but she probably had more unknowns in that regard.

She came back with McDonalds and I didn't have to guess that she got chicken nuggets and fries. It was always the family favorite. I always thought she was weird because she would always set the table when she brought takeout home. Regardless, I was freshly showered, hungry, and ready to dig into the newest set of events.

I dug into my fries first and started the conversation with the obvious question.

"Would you have done all that this morning or today had I not come into your room?" I asked before shoving a small handful of fries into my mouth.

"I think so," she started, "I might have had to build up a little nerve today, but I think it would have happened."

I nodded as I chewed my food and asked the next question when I swallowed.

"What made you decide to take that step," I asked, looking at her.

"I felt it was inevitable, right? We seemed to be progressing and I felt with me giving in a little more each time you got me worked up, it was going to happen sooner or later. Sooner seemed the better choice since we have the time to get to know each other on this new level."

I didn't know if we were on the same wavelength or if this conversation couldn't have happened any other way because of the obvious.

"That makes a lot of sense and I definitely agree. I think it was only a matter of time and not just for you. So, your response begs the next question. We have this time to experiment with each other, but what happens when Dad gets back?" I asked, sensing this was the big one that she didn't have an answer for.

Mom finished her nugget as she looked me over.

"There is no question you could ask me right now that I have less of a clue about how to answer it. This was never my intention to start and you said it also wasn't in your deck of cards, so how could this question be answered. All I can tell you is that I'm not terribly interested in stopping this."

Her response solicited two questions.

"Ok, I have two questions in response. I think we can be pretty open with each other so, I have to ask how your intimate relation-" I started before she interrupted.

"How's our sex life," she said, pointing to herself, "I knew that one was coming today," she said as she smiled.

She exhaled deeply as she looked up towards the ceiling as she searched for the words.

"Well, it's not dead but it's nothing like what we're doing. Your father doesn't understand that I still want intimacy and I think he doesn't understand because he doesn't desire it as much as he used to. I'll not go into the details, but when it happens, it's ... nice. Not great or amazing, but nice."

"Ok, so do you ever think there would come a time where you would find a need to tell him?" I asked immediately after she answered the previous question.

She laughed and adamantly denied that she would or even could ever do that.

"I never thought I would ever be in a position to say this but I think that if we lived in a perfect world, I could tell him that I want more than he was providing without him feeling less like a man or whatever it is he would feel, that he would let me have someone else, and most importantly, he would agree that you were the best candidate," she added, thinking about each step of the equation that would have to take place.

We ate silently for a few minutes. The questions I had were answered, even the one that she said she couldn't answer. It wasn't ending, but it would certainly never be the same as it would that week.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, knowing what I wanted to do.

She finished her meal and smiled softly at me.

"I want to leave this mess on the table, and I want you to come back to my room," she said as she stood up and held her hand out for me to take.

I wiped my mouth and took her hand as she led me to her room. I wished I could have resided in her head as she walked down the hall, reading every thought and feeling every emotion. I was lost in thought when she brought me out of my trance. She was facing me in her room and had her hand resting against my cheek.

"I'd like you to slowly take my clothes off. You made love to me last night, but you didn't get a good look. I want you to see me in the light and make love to me again as you look at me," she said as she looked at me as if waiting nervously for a response.

"Oh, is that all? I was going to do that anyway!" I said sarcastically.

She slapped my arm and giggled before returning to a serious face. I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned in and kissed Mom as I began to unbutton her shirt. When the buttons were free, I moved behind her and relieved her of her shirt. I ran my fingers up her arms, around the top of her back and down her spine until I reach the clasp of her bra.

"Where did you learn all this," she said playfully.

"Right now," I responded.

"You're a natural lover," she whispered, looking over her shoulder.

I leaned in and kissed her neck as I unclasped her bra. My hands returned to her shoulders as my kiss lingered and they swept her bra away, freeing her breasts from their confines. She shivered a little as the colder air hit her nipples. I reached around and cupped each one in my hands and slid a finger over each nipple as I released her from my kiss.

"I'm ready for you to be naked," I whispered in her ear.

"Me too, baby," she whispered as I reached around her and unsnapped her pants and slid the zipper down.

I pushed my hands into the waistband of her jeans and panties and as I slid them down her legs, my hand drifted back to her ass and slid over each cheek. I got on my knees behind her and planted small kisses all over her ass and I helped her step out of her pants. I rested my butt against my heels and turned Mom around. For the first time since it all began, she was looking down at me and I was looking up at her body.

Looking up, I saw Mom in a way I never saw before. Her legs were smooth as silk and her pussy was trimmed, but not shaved. Her stomach had some extra weight in it, but not the roll that would be present of someone overweight. Her breasts sagged gently against her chest.

I wrapped my hands around her and once again, I placed my hands on her ass and move in. Mom sensed what was about to happen and spread her legs slightly. I kissed the area just below her belly button and trailed my tongue just lightly down across the hair on her mound until I met her hood-covered clit. She placed her hands on my head and one grabbed a fistful of hair as she gasped.

I slid my tongue under the hood and sucked her clit into my mouth and I could feel her body respond to my ministrations. I teased her for a while longer knowing that was not what she intended to be happening just then. When I felt she had been sufficiently teased, I ran the width of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit and kissed her there before standing.

"That should do it," I said.

Mom didn't say a thing before dropping to her knees and quickly fishing my cock out of my pants and wrapping her lips around it. She sucked it in and out of her mouth until I was hard and stood up with her own confirmation.

"No, I think that actually should do it!" she said beaming with pride.

Mom removed the rest of my clothes and we got in the shower together. It was more of a make out session than it was a cleansing. When we were done, we made our way to her bed and tussled about. I expected that we would resume our activities from much earlier in the morning, but instead, we lay naked, touching each other and asking questions.

"Tell me, Jeremy, what experience do you have in this arena? Have you had sex before me?" she asked as I suckled her nipple.

"Do you remember Cheryl?" I asked. She nodded. "She was my first and only, but we had sex a lot."

Mom took a disapproving look.

"I knew she wasn't any good," she said in a disappointed tone.

"Oh, she was quite good, Mom," I said as I smiled at her.

Mom shoved me lightly. "But nobody else?"

I shook my head and attended to her tits again.

"One day, you're going to find a woman to marry. Between now and then, you may have one or more partners. I wonder if I'll be jealous or happy for you," she said as she thought out loud.

I became frustrated that the discussion was not headed in a pleasing direction so, I stopped and laid on my side facing Mom while she opined out loud. I felt the need to interject my own thoughts into the discussion.

"Understand that I will feel the same way. Whenever I walk past your door when he is here, I'll wonder what's going on. If ever I hear the familiar noises I have come to learn you make, I'll not be happy. I won't be angry, but I know there will be some jealousy. So, you see, you're not the only one. That's why I asked if you would ever come to tell him."

Mom sighed.

"We've gotten ourselves into quite a predicament, I guess," Mom said as she began to cover herself with the sheets. Since she was only covering herself, I feel an immediate need to repair the situation. I stopped her from covering completely.

"What are you doing?" I asked, specifically avoiding calling her 'Mom.'"

"I don't want this to hurt me or you, I feel like we should stop and just forget about what we've done and go about our lives," she said staring at the wall opposite of me.

I thought for a moment and turn her head so she would be looking at me.

"I'll give you time to see if you believe that is the right path for both of us, but I want you again if you'll allow me. Whether you allow me inside you again or not, I'll walk out of this room and wait for you in the living room. From there, we can go about whichever path of life you've chosen," I offered.

"Why is it up to me?" she asked curiously.

"My entire life's worth of choices and decisions have been up to you for the most part. You've always made it a priority to ensure I never made a decision that you knew would cause undue harm. I suspect you would give this the same thought and come to a reasonable conclusion."

I uncovered her chest and she seemed to be more at ease.

"Do I need to decide today, or can we explore the week and see how we feel at the end? We've already had sex and it was good. It was good in more ways than the casual observer would see. I want as much as I can have without causing either us any heart ache," she said.

"That would be this week. We have several days to explore and maybe together we can figure it out?" I suggested.

Mom smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

"I like that idea," she said as she tossed away the sheets, revealing her nude body once again. She opened her legs, inviting me in.

I put my hand between her legs and kissed her again, "Do you want me to make slow love to you, Mom or do you want me to fuck you?"

"I want you to lick me down there then fuck me!" she whispered loudly.

"My pleasure," I responded happily.

I slid down her body and rested between her legs. My hands petted her inner thighs as my tongue began to gently touch her outer lips. Mom cooed as I took my tongue on an adventure in her pussy. I paused each time her reaction increased and learned what turned her on. After my exploration, I focused on her clit with the added bonus of one inserted finger.

"Fuck me with that finger, baby! Suck my clit and finger fuck me!" she said loudly.

Mom was what the kids called 'a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets.' I enjoyed it but even more so, I enjoyed learning that Mom was the mystery that was every woman in the world. You never truly know a woman until you've had her in your bed. Or have been in her bed.

I did as Mom requested and inserted a single finger inside her as she began to gyrate her pussy against my face. I inserted another finger and she moaned loudly but stopped her gyrations which allowed me to focus on her clit. She moaned and groaned as I brought her closer and closer to her first orgasm.

"I want your dick inside me when I cum! Get up here and fuck me!" she yelled as she began pulling me up by my hair.

It was painful but amusing at the same time. I climbed up her body and laid on her as I used one hand to grip one of her tits and guided my cock into her pussy with the other.

"Oh, fuck I love feeling your cock slide into me," she squeaked out as I filled her.

"Me too," I said as I began a rhythmic motion in and out of her.

I eventually ended up resting on my forearms as Mom had her hands on my ass, pulling me harder into her as I thrust in. It was that moment that I suddenly became aware of the fact that neither of us were using protection.

"Mom, should I be cumming inside you? I'm not wearing protection," I asked.

"It's ok, baby. You don't have to worry about that. I want to feel all your cum inside my pussy. Fill `er up!" she said giggling.

I smiled and went faster in and out of her.

"Are you going to cum soon?" Mom asked, wrapper her arms around my neck.

I shook my head as I continued to slowly push my cock in and out of Mom.

"I want to be on top. I want you to see me as I give you pleasure. You've been doing all the work! Let me help," she offered.

I reached one arm underneath her and told her to hold on tight as I attempted to shift our position without breaking our bond.

"Ooh!" she said happily as she suddenly found herself straddling me with my cock still buried inside her. She wiggled her butt, allowing the slightest addition length of my cock inside her. When she was settled, she seductively moved her hands from her knees, up her legs, and over her stomach to her tits. She looked at each one and she played with its nipple. As she pinched both at the same time, she looked at me.

"I like this position best. I get to control how deep you go. I get to show you my body as I like to choose. Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"I'll always love what I see when you're in front of me," I said.

She began to slowly rock back and forth as she grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits. She kept her hands on mine as she raised up higher and slowly rested back down.

"I love that I can go as fast or as slow as I want. I love your hands right here and when you cum, I can make sure you cum deeper inside me. I love the feeling when a man cums inside me almost as much as I like swallowing it," she admitted.

"I can be like this and control the movement," she said before she leaned down, compressing her tits against my chest, "or I can be like this, where you can hold my ass and pump your cock back and forth in my pussy," she whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me like this for a while," she begged.

"I'll cum soon if I do," I offered.

"It's ok. I noticed you tend to remain hard after you cum and then I'll show you how I make myself cum in this position," she whispered again.

I put my hands on her ass and began to thrust into her quickly.

"Oh," I grunted, "fuck! I'm going to cum inside you, Mom!"

"Fuck me hard and cum inside my pussy! I want to feel it all!" she grunted.

When I shot the first rope of cum into her, she slammed herself down onto me.

"Keep cumming. I can feel it better like this. I can feel your cock pulsate as you shoot inside me!" she said excitedly.

I grunted with each pulse of my cock and Mom exhaled happily. She was truly happy with our adventure. When I was done, she moved a hand down to her clit and began to rub it in circles slowly. Instead of raising her body up and down, she glided back and forth, forcing my cock in and out of her only slightly. It would seem she was not far from cumming when I did.

"Squeeze my tits, baby. Pinch my nipples! I'm going to cum soon!" she announced.

I did as she asked but as soon as I touched her nipples, her body began to convulse. She was mid orgasm and I was proud to have brought her over the edge.

"Cum all over my cock, Mother. I can feel the walls of your pussy ripple around my cock," I told her as I stared at her closed eyes.

"Baby! So intense!" she squeaked loudly.

She put her hands on my chest as her orgasm washed over her.

"So good," she repeated over and over until she opened her eyes. "I love being with you so much!" she added and leaned down to kiss me. Her tongue traveled past my lips and danced with my own. I'd heard of post-coital bliss, but I believe that was the first time I had experienced it.

We laid in bed talking most of the day and went out to eat later that night. We put aside the concept of ending our special relationship and spent the entire night talking about sex, our experiences and preferences. Laying in bed, we talked about our fantasies. I learned about Mom's risky public sex fantasy that she very much wanted to try one day. I also learned of a milder fantasy involving her and another woman. We talked about both, but I planned for later to explore her public fantasy.

She asked me about mine and I replied that the public sex concept interested me, and I also enjoyed the concept of watching two women have sex. We ended up on the topic of incest. Naturally, the obvious questions were asked. We both learned that neither of us ever thought about the concept before, neither me with my siblings or her with her children. I asked again about how the first encounter came to be and she said she still didn't understand it. I refrained from asking again about her intentions at the end of the week.

We showered together later but cleaned each other instead of acting like a couple horny teenagers. We got dressed and headed to a local restaurant. After a short wait, the server brought us to a table, but I requested one in the back of the restaurant, away from the kitchen and other guests. Mom looked at me awkwardly, but I winked at her. I doubt she understood my plans, but even if she got the concept in her head, there was no way she would have guessed what was on my mind.

We sat down and ordered our drinks. Mom ordered a double shot and shared it with me despite the objections of the server. After that, she requested a bottle of wine and two glasses, and proceeded to share that with me as well. Once the server took our food order, I enacted my plan.

"Since we're not yet sure what the outcome of the week will be, I have a request that I think could help us both out, regardless of what we, or you, choose to do once Dad gets home," I offered.

Mom sipped her wine and raised her eyebrows in an offering that she wanted to hear my proposal.

"Whether or not I get to fuck you anymore after this week remains to be seen," I started, intentionally using 'fuck' to start getting her worked up, "but I would like to record some of the things we do. If we don't carry this on, it would be a memento of our time together. Regardless if we do or do not, it could ease any kind of jealousy either of us may feel in times where it could rear its ugly head."

Mom stopped drinking her wine when I mentioned fucking her. She looked around in mild panic and I smiled as she did.

"Jeremy! Someone could be listening!" she whispered.

"Nobody is listening, Mom. There's no one around. What do you think of my proposal?" I asked.

"You have my interest. What would we record?"

She fell into my trap.

"It would start like your average home movie, but after some time, the real action would begin. We can do it any way we like. Can you think of something you would like to see on it?"

She shook her head without a word.

"Well, I was thinking the first scene would be either you sucking my dick or me eating your pussy. I would be careful to set the camera close enough to ensure the slurping sounds my tongue makes in your wet pussy or your lips as they work up and down my cock," I said as I watched Mom's hand dip below the table.

"It could also be of one of use masturbating like you're doing now," I said, raising both my eyebrows in a knowing manner.

She blushed and smiled wickedly.

"I'm going to take my cock out right here, Mom. I'm going to rub it while you finger yourself. Do you have a finger in your pussy?" I asked in a whisper.

Mom nodded as I noticed her eyelids flutter slightly.

"I could also use my phone to record it so we could get closeups of the hottest moments. Like maybe if I have you bent over the couch and I'm fucking you deep from behind, I could zoom in and capture the wetness on the shaft of my cock as it slides in and out," I said, egging her masturbation on.

Mom made some quick movements under the table and moved to sit beside me.

"I want you to finger me while you tell me what we would record. I'll rub your cock for you," she whispered in my ear.

My hand replaced hers and I simultaneously felt her fingers wrap around my cock. She started to stroke me as she asked to tell her more.

"I could also record you bouncing up and down on my cock like you were earlier. I would record your tits bouncing up and down and you telling me how you like it to go deep into your pussy. When I tell you I'm about to shoot my load inside you, you would hop off and suck the tip of my cock into your mouth and jerk me off. Would you like to see a recording of my cock pulsating while I shoot into your mouth or would you like to see it come out of my dick and shoot onto your face or tits? Hell, we could record both that way you could watch whatever suites you when you're watching it later while rubbing your pussy," I said as I shoved my finger in and out of her pussy.

"You want to cum right now, don't you, Mom?" I whispered to her.

"Yes, baby, I'm so close! Say something dirty!" she quietly grunted out.

"I know you like me to cum in your mouth, maybe we could record you sitting at the table with dinner and you're jerking my cock until I cum on your food. Then it records you eating every bite."

Mom took her hand off my cock and gripped my arm hard and her body shook. I could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten against my finger.

"My god, Jeremy," she said when she finished, "that was the hottest thing!"

"Do you like the idea?" I asked with another idea in my head.

"I do! It will take more discussion later, but I'm sure you engineered this discussion to happen right now," she said, squinting her eyes slightly in suspicion.

"Maybe I did! Since you like the idea, I have a little something we could do right now, if you're interested."

"What is it?!" she said excitedly.

"Well, I'd like to cum, too. Want to get under the table and give me a blowjob while I record it?" I said as I smiled.

Mom made a surprised-like gesture, but slowly slid under the table as she looked around for anyone watching. I put my camera on record in selfie mode and tapped the button to record. I soon felt the sensation I described to Mom. Her mouth was around the tip of my cock as her hand flew quickly up and down the shaft. Her other hand changed the angle of my phone to ensure it captured what it could in the low light.

The excitement of the moment got the better of me and I came in Mom's mouth without giving her notice. When I was done, I felt Mom tuck my softening cock back in my pants. As she was doing that, I noticed someone headed towards us so I casually dropped a fork with hope that Mom would get what I was doing.

Sure enough, she popped out of the side of the table with fork in hand and the phone in her pocket.

"You found it! We'll see if they can bring us a new one," I said loud enough for the staff member to hear us.

We both watched them walk past us.

"That was so hot, baby! We're going to have a lot of fun this week!" she said excitedly.

***

That was 17 years ago. We made the video I described a couple days later. We ended up making a few that week. On that Friday, Mom sat me down and told me that the videos we took would have to be our secret and that she couldn't wait to have me alone at the next possible opportunity. I smiled from ear to ear. She also smiled. We went to bed about 5PM that night after a shower and had sex for as long as we could stay awake.

Dad showed up the next day and we spent the next 17 years pretending everything was normal. To my knowledge, he never suspected a thing. Mom stopped drinking almost altogether. She told me a few times that while she would never regret having so many children, raising them all was extremely exhausting, and she erred in seeking alcohol as a solution.

He was recently diagnosed with dementia after a long time of denial from both Mom and me. We couldn't handle him by ourselves anymore, so we put him in a social home with a medical staff. I moved back home a while back under the guise of her requesting me to help with Dad. My brothers and sisters would come often to help but ultimately, it was up to Mom and I to care for him. I never felt like we did the wrong thing, but sometimes I felt as if I ushered in the decision in a selfish act to be with Mom alone.

Since he was placed in the home, we've re-established our unique relationship on a daily level and I tell her often how much I've missed it. We explored many fantasies together and we continue to be adventurous in our sexual lives. Mom is now over 60, but you wouldn't imagine the energy a woman her age has when she has a young, energetic partner to keep her mind active and her body ready for action.

One night when we were remembering the events that led up to our sexual relationship, I mentioned her not remembering anything about the first time she gave me a blowjob. I remember her distinctly telling me that while she may have no memory of that first time, she certainly doesn't regret it.




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