< dir=”ltr” trbidi=”on”>It was a sunny and warm May afternoon as I sat staring out the window, trapped in my senior chemistry class with little hope of sneaking out early. Only one week of school remaining and then I’ll be free. Graduation! I’ve looked forward to this day for … well since I can remember, and it’s almost here. I just have to get through finals, and while I am a pretty good student, it has been difficult, if not impossible of late keeping my mind on studies. It seems I am daydreaming more and more. Mostly dreaming about how I am going to spend my last summer before I head off to college. But I’m also thinking about my mom. I wonder how she is going to get along without me. I’ve been the man of the house since my dad left almost five years ago and now I will be leaving her too. The thought is so depressing that it has nearly ruined my excitement over the end of twelve long years of school.
Sure, Mom says she’ll be fine. She always says that. But I know how much she depends on me. Although she is still young at 37 (I was born when she was 19) and, if I say so myself “hot”, she doesn’t date or have a man around, other than me, to fix things and take care of the car and such. Keeping the house running is my job and I don’t mind the responsibility. In fact, I love it. She and I have a very special relationship and are very close—we are more like friends than mother and son. We have leaned on each other exclusively over the past few years; through my adolescence crises and her more important adult concerns … like how we were going to pay the bills.
When Dad ran off with his secretary, he left us nothing, and even worse, Mom was emotionally crushed and for a long time I hated him for that. He burst my bubble of a happy family and hurt my mom terribly. But I don’t hate him anymore. His leaving is the reason my mother and I grew so close. Since he’s been gone, I’ve made sure she didn’t miss him. At least in all the ways a young boy can act as the man of the house. I learned to fix things, helped with finances by getting a part time job to pay for clothes and minor school expenses, and just being there when she needed someone’s shoulder to cry on. And she did plenty of that. I have a couple of shirts on which she shed her tears and, although I should throw them out, they are still in my closet as a reminder that I never want to hurt her like that. Oh, and yes I’m just a little embarrassed to say that I also have a couple pair of her panties hidden in my dresser that I stole from the hamper.
As I said, my mother is hot, and if you haven’t guessed already, I have a major crush on her. She is gorgeous and not just because I say so. All of my buddies say she is by far the hottest and coolest mom of any they know. She’s about five-six with large round eyes that change from an aqua blue to sky blue depending on the outfit she is wearing, and they twinkle like stars. She keeps her dyed red hair at shoulder length and curled under stylishly. Her figure is perfect, but I will tell you more about that in a moment. At 37 she easily passes for her late 20’s. Some say we could pass for brother and sister; and of course she loves it when I tell her that.
On her 37th birthday I surprised her with a birthstone ring and necklace. She had no idea that I was getting her anything, but I had saved up my extra spending money—seven hundred dollars—and spent it all. I know she liked the necklace and ring because she said so when we saw it at a jewelry store at the mall one afternoon. I worked hard to save up the money and purchasing the ring and necklace was probably the most exciting moment of my life up to that time. I had it specially wrapped at the store in pretty paper with a red bow.
When I gave it too her she began to cry. For a moment I thought I had made a big mistake. But her tears were tears of joy. She said I shouldn’t have spent so much money but she loved it and loved me. That statement alone made it all worth it. She said she was going to wear the ring always. I was surprised when she put it on her left ring finger where she used to wear a wedding band. That was special to me as well.
I guess it is time to admit that I have been fantasizing about my mom a lot lately. Recently I actually got the nerve to spy on her. I had resisted the incredible sexual hormones raging in me until I accidentally saw her undressing in her bedroom. I went to her room to ask if she needed anything before I went to bed. Her door was opened just a crack. Before I could knock, I saw her standing near her vanity. I had seen her in her nightgowns and such and she had seen me in my underwear plenty of times, but this was the first time I had seen her totally naked. I still have the image of her slim waist and tapered hips with the smooth perfect white skin of her ass burned into my memory bank. I don’t think I have ever seen a more perfect ass.
When she bent over to pick up her panties my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I realized that I could see the lips of her pussy between her slightly spread thighs. And, incredibly, she didn’t have a speck of pubic hair, none—baby smooth. The inner lips were pale pink and hung between the smooth shaven outer lips like the delicate petals of a rose … a gorgeous pink rose with the petals shimmering with morning dew. The outer lips were puffy flesh colored mounds and seemed to strain to contain her longer inner lips.
I watched with mounting guilt and excitement as she sat down and began to sensuously rub cream on her large but still firm breasts. She rubbed the cream over the upper portion of her breasts and then moved down, pausing to work it into the impossibly hard nipples until they were shiny and slick.
Then she poured more onto her hands and placed the palms under the two large orbs and lifted and kneaded the flesh. I thought I heard a sigh of pleasure, but it might have come from my own lips.
I stood transfixed, my eyes as wide as saucers as I watched her. This might sound naive coming from an eighteen year old boy, but it was at that moment that I knew that I loved my mother; but not like a son. I also realized that no woman would ever entirely take her place in my heart. I know some would say it is just adolescent fantasy, or more specifically sexual fantasy, and that a lot of kids fantasize about their mothers or their high school teacher etc., but that wasn’t me. I never had a crush on a teacher, or any other older woman for that matter.
I remember how excited I was that day; so excited that I had to take my swollen cock out of my pants or risk cumming in my underwear. I fought hard not to climax, not only because I felt guilty, but also because I wanted the chills of excitement running through me to last. I wanted to watch her forever. When she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, I couldn’t hold out any longer.
My cum hit the door so hard that I swore she heard the splat. My knees almost buckled as I fought to remain conscious. Of all the times I had masturbated in my life, and there have been plenty, this was by far the best one. It left me feeling drained and dizzy. When I opened my eyes I saw my mother sitting on her stool again, looking into the mirror with an odd smile on her face. I was petrified that she had seen me, so I scurried away like a roach in the kitchen when the lights come on.
I felt very guilty for a long time about that night, but not guilty enough not to do it again and again. From that point on, I took every opportunity to spy on my mother. I took big risks too. I put a small strip of rubber on the frame of the bathroom and bedroom doors so that they wouldn’t shut all the way. She asked me many times to fix them, but somehow I never got around it. Then, almost every night I would slip down the dark hallway to watch as she undresses for her bath or sits at her vanity to perform her nightly ritual before she goes to bed. Sometimes, if I am very lucky, I see her doing naughty things, on the bed or in the bathtub. At that point I lose control and I stoke my cock with a pair of her panties until I climax.
Did I say what gorgeous breasts she has? I know I would never grow tired of looking at those beautiful tits. Even when she is dressed I often find myself staring at them … so round and soft with a sexy giggle as she moves. Sometimes she catches me looking, but she never seems angry. More recently, when she sees me staring, she just shakes her head and smiles like she did when I was a little boy and got caught raiding the cookie jar.
“Jerry Moss, can you finish the formula on the board for the rest of the class?”
I was suddenly awakened from my daydream. “I … uh … I uh …”
The teacher stared at me and waited. The rest of the class broke out in gales of laughter. My face turned three shades of red. “I wasn’t paying attention,” I admitted.
“Well, at least you admit it. You had better listen up because this is going to be on the final,” Mr. Henson pointed out. “And that goes for the rest of you seniors.” To my great relief, that brought the still snickering students back around and took the focus off me.
After the final bell, I walked outside to feel the warmth of the late-spring sun on my face. There was a gentle breeze and several passing puffy white clouds cast a brief shadow across the sidewalk … spring fever had me tightly in its grip. As I walked unhurriedly down the sidewalk I looked up. A wide smile came to my face when I saw my mother waiting at the curb for me. She was driving my old door-less and topless Jeep that she had helped me purchase for my eighteenth birthday. I had eyed that vehicle at old Mr. Jenkins used car lot for quite some time. It had sat there for months as I tried to save the two thousand dollars to buy it before someone else did. However, the present to my mom for her birthday had totally depleted my funds. When she said she would help me purchase it, I was so incredibly excited. I put in a lot of extra hours at the pizza joint, but without her help I could never have afforded it. Now I am the envy of all my friends. When I don’t take the Jeep to school—due to a shortage of gas money, Mom will drive it and thankfully fill the tank. She says driving the Jeep makes her feel young. Her car is a ten-year-old minivan she got before my dad left. Some days, like today, she comes to pick me up from school when she has a day off or can get off early from work.
I never mind my mom showing up at school like some kids do. Most of them would be horrified if their parents came to school for any reason. Not me. I love for my friends to see my mom. I am so proud of her. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s smart too. When I was young she earned her teaching credentials and taught school for almost ten years. But Dad wanted her to be a “stay at home mom”, so she quit. I think she misses teaching a lot. Then when Dad left, she applied for a teaching job, but due to budget cuts at the state level, none were available. To make ends meet, she took a job at a large marketing firm as a low level administrative assistant. After only a couple years she became a senior marketing executive. She says that she was just in the right place at the right time, but I know better. She earned everything she has gotten.
My mom has worked hard for her success, but she says dressing professionally, and just a little sexy, is important too. She does both in a stylish way. Under her business suits she wears pretty blouses with lace and frills and not the man-ish shirts that some businesswomen chose to wear. Some of Mom’s tops are cut low in front, exposing just a hint of her cleavage under the lace fringe. She said she wears those when she needs to make a good impression on some of her male clients. I know it works on me.
And now here she was waiting at the curb for me. I waved to a couple of my guy friends, who happened to be staring at my mother, and rushed over and hopped into the passenger side of the Jeep.
“How was school?” she asked.
“Boring,” I replied as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I like kissing her on the lips. Her lips are always moist and she has started wearing lipstick with subtle flavors. Actually that’s how we first started kissing on the lips. She told me one day that she was wearing a new lipstick with flavor. I surprised her by kissing her on the lips to taste it. From then on we have always kissed on the lips, and when she has that lipstick on it is a game for me to guess the flavor. I guessed Strawberry today.
“Nope,” she said just a tad flustered it seemed.
“Let me try again.” Before she could protest I leaned close and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment longer then the first time.
She pulled away and said, “Jerry, not here. Your friends might see.”
“I don’t care if they do.”
“I do,” she said firmly, but I could see a twinkle in her eye.
“All right, but you have to let me try again when we get home.”
She didn’t answer, but instead changed the subject. “There’s only another week of school left. Are you ready for your finals?”
“Yeah, I know this stuff. Besides, I could flunk the final in almost every class and still get a ‘B’.”
“Well, don’t do anything that would jeopardize the scholarship.”
“You know I wouldn’t do that.”
She looked thoughtful and as if she didn’t hear me said, “I could probably scrape up enough to get you through for a couple of years, but I’d rather use that money for other things.”
“Like that nice vacation you promised me if I got the scholarship?” I said, as if I needed to remind her.
“That’s already set up and mostly paid for.”
My ears perked up. “Paid for? Where are we going?”
“That’s a surprise.”
“Ah, Mom, come on, you can’t leave me hanging like this.”
“Sorry, after finals.”
“Damn,” I said, but smiled. She smiled back and my heart fluttered.
I had been so excited to see her there to give me a ride home that I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. It was a warm day so she had on a pair of white short shorts that left most of her thighs uncovered. On top was a tight jersey that hugged her breasts like a second skin. She did have on a bra, but it was one of those natural ones that gave only a tad of support … she didn’t need any more than that. I could see her hard nipples poking through. I wondered if the kiss had caused that. It certainly wasn’t because the weather was cold. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have worn that outfit if she had to get out of the car for any reason. She apologized for her outfit and said she was working around the house and had been running late so she didn’t have time to change. I didn’t mind at all.
She saw me staring at her hardened nipples and blushed before starting the Jeep and quickly pulling away from the curb.
It was Friday and we typically rented a video and ordered pizza in. She had taken the day off and spent it lying in the warm sun adding to her already nice tan. She had been visiting a tanning salon for a few weeks so I figured our vacation was going to be somewhere with a beach and lots of sun. That was fine with me. We both like the sailing, skin diving, and snorkeling.
“What are we going to rent tonight?” she asked.
“We had a chick flick last week. I want something that has lots of shooting and things blowing up,” I replied with a laugh.
Mom sighed. “Okay, but not another Bruce Willis thing.”
“You know you love those movies,” I joked.
“Well, the last one where he jumped off the bridge onto the wing of the jet fighter was a little over the top.”
“You mean people don’t do that?” I said facetiously.
“Not normal people.”
“Okay, I’ll get something that’s not too violent. I’ll give you one of my famous foot massages while we watch,” I offered.
“Mmmm,” she said. “It’s been too long since you last gave me a foot massage.”
We stopped at Blockbuster and I picked up “The Bourne Supremacy.” A little less violent then the Bruce Willis movies, I figured. I had seen it at the theater a few months earlier.
When we arrived home and walked into the house, I stopped my mother by grabbing her arm. She turned and looked at me with surprise. “Lipstick,” I said. She had forgotten. I hadn’t.
I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I was close enough that I could feel her soft breasts touch my chest. My heart began to pound as I tried to hold my breathing steady. Her lips were opened just a bit. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but in that time I moved my lips across hers, under the pretext of making sure I got a good taste of her lipstick. When I pulled back, I was almost trembling. When I looked at my mom, I saw that her eyes were closed. Her lips were open and I could see that she was breathing more rapidly. Her nipples were hard again. I suddenly wondered if my mother was feeling the same stirrings that I had been feeling for so long. That was too much to ask, I thought.
“Raspberry,” I whispered, almost breathlessly.
Mom opened her eyes as if she had forgotten what we were doing. Her face flushed as a pink blush came to her cheeks. She looked confused for a moment. “Uh … uh … nope, not raspberry.”
“I guess I’ll have to try again later,” I said. I figured it would be going to far if I tried to kiss her again, as much as I wanted to at that moment.
“Uh … yes,” she said, still a little flustered. “I have some things to do now.”
“I’ll order the pizza at 6 and we’ll watch the movie at seven,” I said.
“Okay,” she returned, taking a deep breath before turning and heading upstairs.
We busied ourselves around the house for the next couple of hours. A while later I saw my mom pass my room on her way to take her bath. I waited a few minutes and then crept down the hall. I peeked into the bathroom from the darken hallway just in time to see her bend over to step into the steaming tub. I hadn’t seen her for a week or so and I was surprised to see how tanned she was. In fact, she was tanned all over. There were no bathing suit marks either upper or lower. I watched as she sat in the tub and washed, but I didn’t pull my cock out of my pants. I wanted to wait. Our Friday nights together were always fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. While nothing sexual had happened in the past, we typically sat close together and I would often put my arm over her shoulder and let her lean into me. That was enough to make me excited. We always kept the lights off, which gave me the protection to hide my seemingly ever-present erection.
I broke away from watching my mother when I saw her look toward the door. I went to my room and took my shower and loaded the movie into the DVD player downstairs. The pizza was steaming and sitting on the coffee table, along with a bottle of chilled red wine, when my mother finally came down. She smiled when she saw the wine and two glasses. She usually let me have a couple glasses as long as I wasn’t going out afterward. I never went out after our Friday night movie. I had no interest in going out with the boys or even a girlfriend when I could spend the evening with my mother.
I had on a pair of boxer shorts and no shirt. I often ran around in my underwear; after all they were almost like swim trunks anyway. Mom was wearing a robe and her hair was wet. I couldn’t tell if she had anything on underneath the robe. My imagination ran wild with the possibility that she was naked.
“I had to wash my hair after being at the salon. It was all greasy. I need to dry it before we start watching the movie, okay?”
“Sure. Let me do it,” I said, reaching for the blow dryer she had in her hand.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’d love to,” I said, quickly plugging the dryer into a wall outlet. “Here sit on the floor between my legs,” I said as I sat on the sofa and spread my legs.
“Wow, this is special treatment.”
“It is. So are you going to tell me where we are going on vacation?”
My mother giggled and said, “Ah, so that’s what this is all about.” She reached over and poured two glasses of wine and sat back, handing me one. “I knew there was a method to your madness.”
“Do you think I’m that shallow to resort to such trickery?”
She turned and looked up at me with a smile and said, “Yes, you would.”
I took a quick gulp of wine and sat the glass down on the coffee table. “Okay, you’re right,” I laughed. “Now tell me.”
“Nope, after finals. And that’s final.”
“Damn,” I said a second before I turned on the hair dryer. I began to blow dry her hair. I used one hand to fluff it up as I waggled the dryer over the back and then the top of her head. She leaned her head back so that her neck was touching the sofa between my legs as she sipped her wine. I squeezed my legs together until I was touching her arms on both sides. I could feel her warmth through the bathrobe. I could smell the fresh washed fragrance of her hair and the lavender soap she had used in her bath. The combination began to have an effect on me and I felt myself becoming excited. My cock began to grow down the leg of my shorts and was in an uncomfortable position. I wanted to reach down and move it, but there was no way to do that without her knowing. Then suddenly she adjusted the position of her head, pressing it against my trapped erection. I froze.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, probably as a result of me running my fingers through her hair. “Maybe you should be a hairdresser,” she joked.
I had to do something with my erection so I lifted her head and moved back a bit trying to get more comfortable. I almost sighed in relief as my erection flipped upward to a more natural position. I said, “If all my customers were as sexy as you I would.”
Her response was a murmur of approval. I knew she liked it when I complimented her. Without a husband around she probably didn’t hear too many honest compliments. Certainly not at her highly competitive work environment where she said backstabbing and sabotage are the order of the day.
As I worked on her hair, I glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was resting her nearly empty wine glass on her bare knee. The robe had slipped off her legs and had slid to the floor between them. I could see her thighs, all the way to the top of her hip. The sight of her tanned thighs was enough to keep my cock throbbing in my shorts. I could see goose bumps on her inner thigh as I put the dryer down and began to massage her head. I knew there was going to be a wet spot on the crotch of my underwear, but I was far too excited to worry about that.
I reached over and filled her wine glass again. Before she could move I slipped my hands down to her shoulders and under the top of her robe to rub her neck.
“Mmmm,” she murmured.
I slowly worked my hands outward and under the robe until I could massage her shoulders. My hands moved back and forth, squeezing her soft and warm flesh, digging my fingers gently into indentation at the nape of her neck.
“Oh, a hairdresser and masseur,” Mom said.
“Only for you.”
Without my mother realizing it, I began to push the robe outward until her shoulders were bare. The effect was to make the robe part down to the belt, which was tied around her waist. From her neck to the belt the robe was slightly open, revealing the soft swells of the inside of her breasts. If my mother realized what she was exposing, she gave no indication. I moved my hands sensuously across her shoulders, working hard to keep her attention from the opened robe. I knew if I pushed the robe just an inch more on one side or the other I would be able to see her nipple. With my heart pounding in my chest I pushed the right side further down with my little finger. It slipped from her shoulder and halfway down her arm.
Oh God, there it is, I screamed in my head. I could see an areola of one nipple, but not the tip. The robe was hanging on her pencil eraser sized nipple. My hands were trembling as I waited for it to fall, continuing to work into her muscles with my fingers. My mother moved her shoulder as if she was getting a cramp. The robe slipped lower and suddenly the entire nipple was visible, including most of her breast. I thought I would climax right then. My head was spinning. Yes, I had seen her breasts plenty of times, but not this close. It was within reaching distance.
Before I could do anything crazy my mother said, “Oops,” and casually pulled the robe back over her bared breast, but fortunately for me she left much of her cleavage exposed.
When I regained control, I leaned over and turned my mother’s head toward me. My lips moved down quickly until they were touching hers. She must have been stunned because she allowed my lips to remain on hers for several seconds. I grew bold and pushed my tongue out and ran it across her lips, before sinking into her mouth a fraction of an inch. I felt my cock lurch and spit pre-cum juice into my shorts.
Before she could protest, I pulled away and smacked my lips. “Hmmm, grape,” I said as if I had been tasting her lipstick.
My mother looked startled and said, “I don’t have flavored lipstick on.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, must have just been the wine on your lips” I said as I began to massage her shoulder again as if nothing had happened.
“Our pizza has gotten cold,” she said and sat forward before quickly standing up. “I’ll put it in the microwave.” With that she poured herself another glass of wine before taking the pizza into the kitchen.
I fell back on the sofa, my heart still thumping in my chest. My hand was shaking so much that I nearly spilled my wine as I brought it to my lips. I quickly downed the glass and poured another.When Mom came back with the pizza, she had composed herself. Her robe was tightened at the waist and her face had lost some of the flush. The pinkness remaining on her cheeks was probably due to the wine. She put the pizza on the coffee table and sat down.
“I’ll get more wine,” I said as I stood up. Fortunately my erection had subsided somewhat. I picked up the nearly empty bottle. We normally only had one bottle on Friday nights. I quickly emptied the last into her glass and rushed off to the kitchen. When I returned she was eating a piece of pizza. I put the movie on and although there was plenty of room on the sofa, sat close to her with my thigh touching hers.
“Oh, you spilled something on your shorts,” she said when she saw the dark stain on my underwear.
My face turned red as I looked down. “Uh … yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen,” I lied.
After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly, watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don’t know about my mother, but I was very much aware of her thigh touching mine. I could feel the scorching heat of her body against my leg. When I had eaten a couple of slices of pizza and refilled our glasses again, I scooted away from my mother.
“Put your legs across mine and I’ll give you a foot massage,” I said.
“You really want to know where we are going on vacation. But I’m not going to tell you,” she giggled, her words just a tad slurred. The wine was starting to affect her.
I had completely forgotten about the vacation. It was the last thing on my mind at the moment. “Uh … yep, I do.”
She lifted her legs, stuffing the robe between them, and placed them across my legs. “Wait,” I said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom and brought back her favorite skin cream … the stuff she always uses on her breasts. I sat back down and brought her feet to my lap again, placing the heels in my crotch. I poured cream onto the top of her foot. As we watched the movie, I began to rub the cream between her toes and cross the top and bottom of one foot. I continued to massage her foot for some time. When I looked at my mother, her eyes were closed and her face serene.
Slowly I massaged one foot and then the other, moving her heels against my private parts. With a good half bottle of wine in me, I no longer cared to hide my erection. My stiff cock was lying directly under her heel now. As I massaged, I moved her foot back and forth, rubbing the heel up and down my shaft. Incredibly, when I paused to reach for my glass of wine, my mother’s foot continued to move back and forth without help from me. It was subtle, but quite noticeable. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was open and she seemed to be breathing faster. I took a gulp of wine and sat the glass down quickly. Instead of moving back to her feet, I began to massage the calf of her leg.
“Mmmm, Jerry,” she said, almost in a moan.
Pulling on her leg, I moved her foot higher on my stomach, forcing her legs open a bit. I strained my eyes to see between her thighs. The light just wasn’t good enough.
The calf of her other leg was moving sensuously across my now very hard cock. I wondered if she realized what she was doing. Yet, even in my alcohol-fogged brain, I figured that she must have known what I was doing.
I had to see between her legs. I adjusted my position on the sofa until I was closer to her with her thighs over mine. Boldly I pulled one leg further away from the other, moving my hand higher on her thigh as I did. Suddenly I could see the dark area between her thighs. I moved her leg slightly until the light from the TV brightened the dark area. I suppressed a gasp. I could see everything. She didn’t have panties on and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Even in the flickering light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening juice. My mother was excited … no doubt about it.
With a slight moan she moved her legs together, shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as lubricant.
“Ohhhh,” my mother gasped as my left hand began to massage higher, gently working upward. Her head was back on the arm of the sofa and she was breathing heavily through her slightly opened mouth. The sexual tension in the dark room was strong enough to cut with a knife. My fingers slipped yet higher between her legs, kneading the soft and warm flesh inside her thighs, now only inches from her pussy.
Taking an incredible risk, I reached into my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock from the opening. Then I pulled the calf of my mother’s leg to my cock. I heard her moan, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she began to gently move her calf back and forth across my erection as she had done before, but this time there was no material between her leg and my cock … just bare flesh. It was an incredible feeling, better than any wet dream I had ever had.
I was almost out of my mind with excitement as I inched my fingers ever higher. The robe was opened almost to her crotch now. My head was spinning and my hands were shaking noticeably. I heard my mother whisper something.
It sounded like “Jerry … no.” I chose to ignore it when I felt her thighs tremble under my hand.
Suddenly the tips of my fingers were touching her pussy lips. Her body froze and her leg ceased moving. I couldn’t believe that I was touching my mother’s pussy. With the alcohol pulsing through my veins I grew bolder. With two trembling fingers I opened the inner lips, exposing her swollen clitoris. Although I had never actually had intercourse, I wasn’t a total novice. I had played with my girlfriends and used my fingers on them, but I had never seen anything like this. Her clit was huge. It looked like a miniature penis with a helmet covering the tiny shaft. It was quivering. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. My mother was moaning quietly now and her hips had begun to move up and down.
Although I had never done it, I fought the sudden urge to try to kiss her pussy. I was certain that that would have ended whatever we were doing. Instead, I slowly slipped my middle finger into the warm and very wet opening. Her slick juices allowed my finger to move unimpeded.
“Ohhhh, nooooo, Jerry,” my mother gasped, but did nothing to stop me. In fact her hips lifted upward and her legs parted, taking my finger deeply into her body. I had never felt anything so wonderful. Yes I had had my finger in a few girls, but nothing this hot, soft, or wet. It was incredible. The warm walls caressed my finger, almost sucking it into her body. When it was in as far as possible, I began to gently rub her throbbing clit with my thumb.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. Or was it “No, no, no.” Since her hips were now moving up and down to the movement of my finger I figured I could continue. Encouraged now, I slipped another finger inside and began to move them in and out more forcefully.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered. Then, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” The room suddenly filled with a sucking sound from my fingers moving in and out of her now flooding pussy. I could smell her excitement and it seemed that the room was beginning to spin. My eyes were wide as I stared at the juncture of my fingers and my mother’s pussy. She seemed tight, I thought, considering I had come from that opening eighteen years ago. The thought made my cock throb and it squirted more juice into my already sodden underwear.
Suddenly my mother grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers deeply into her. Her hips lifted from the sofa and her body froze. Little whimpers slipped from her mouth as her body trembled. I could feel her pussy clinching on my fingers, as if it was trying to pull them into her body. I couldn’t believe that I was finger fucking my mother and that I was making her climax. With each grunt of pleasure more juice poured across my fingers and hand until they were soaked with her pussy juice. If I had any doubts that I loved my mother like a man and not a son, they evaporated in that instant. If I had touched my cock, it would have exploded.
As my mother’s trembling slowed, I felt her pushing my hand away, assuming she wanted me to pull my fingers out. Instead, before my fingers were all the way out of her pussy, she pulled them back in, almost violently. Then pushed them out again. I quickly realized what she wanted and began to move my fingers in and out more forcefully. I moved my hand quickly, but I was ever aware that I didn’t want to hurt her. It didn’t take long before she was climaxing for the second time … or had it been one long climax. The squeezing inside her pussy had never stopped. She gasped and trembled, a continuous and plaintiff moan escaping her lips. The sweet aroma of her climaxing pussy made me dizzy with excitement.
It took several minutes before my mother finally released my hand. Then her body collapsed like a deflated balloon. I looked at my hand and saw it shining with her copious pussy juice. The sticky fluid was covering my fingers and my palm and there was even some on the backside of my hand. I hated the thought of having to wash that hand. I was trembling with excitement, but I didn’t know what to do. I fell back on the sofa, still gasping for breath. Then I felt my mother’s foot on my cock again. I looked over at her and although she appeared to be asleep and was breathing normally, her foot was moving ever so slightly.
I brought my hand down to the instep of her foot and rubbed her juices on my cock and then her foot. Then I gently grasped her foot, guiding it on my cock. Was she moving it, I wondered, or was it just motion from my pounding heart. Then I didn’t care anymore. I could feel my climax building. I held her foot to me, now moving it slowly upward and then downward.
The throbbing started deep in my soul. It was such a strange feeling, almost frightening. The pulsing was slow at first, but grew rapidly. Wanting it to last, I fought to hold back. It was a losing battle. I began lifting my hips from the sofa. I muffled a scream as my cock suddenly throbbed and shot a huge string of hot cum into the air. I had no idea where it went nor did I care at the moment. Another blast followed quickly and then another, and another. It felt as though my balls were going to implode as every ounce of cum squirted up the shaft.
When the last dribble was pumped out I fell back on the sofa. I turned to look at my mother and was relieved to see that she still had her eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping. Her foot was no longer moving … it had stopped at the last throb of my cock. I was a mess. My hand was covered in cum. It was on my leg and on the sofa as well. There was a good bit on the crown of my mother’s foot too. Feeling embarrassed I quickly grabbed some napkins and tried to clean up the mess I had made. Then I grabbed the pizza box and the remains of the wine and headed for the kitchen. I put the pizza and wine in the refrigerator. When I went back into the living room I was almost relieved to see that my mother was gone. I finished cleaning up and when upstairs. My mother’s door was closed. I went to bed and masturbated again before I fell into an exhausted sleep.The sunlight streaking through the blinds awoke me the following morning. When I sat up I realized that, in addition to my piss hardon, I had an incredible throbbing headache. It must have been the wine. Then I remembered what had happened last night. A sudden veil of dread washed over me and I fell back onto the pillow. I threw my hands to my face. What had I done? I thought. I might have destroyed the most important relationship in my life. I didn’t think I could live with that. How was I going to face my mother? I knew that I had really screwed up this time.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 9 a.m. I had gone to sleep at about 10 last night, so I had been asleep for almost 11 hours and yet I felt I could go back to sleep. I forced myself to get up and take a shower. When I was dressed I reluctantly went downstairs to face my mother. I knew I had to do it sooner or later. I had formulated this big apology, all about how I had drank too much wine, and how I would never do that again if she could forgive me.
When I walked into the kitchen I found my mom washing out her coffee cup at the sink. I didn’t say anything as I sat at the kitchen counter.
“Oh, you’re finally up, sleepyhead,” she said with a cheerful smile.
That surprising smile brightened my day enormously. “Yeah, and I have one heck of a headache. I guess I drank too much wine last night,” I said, laying the groundwork for my apology.
“Too much wine will do that. A good cup of coffee and a couple of Advil will help. Been there a few times myself.”
I sat there stunned as she prepared me a cup of hot coffee as if nothing had happened last night. Yet, I knew it had. I could see her swollen and wet pussy every time I closed my eyes. It would have been a pleasnt image, but guilt forced me to try to banish it from my brain.
My mother walked over and sat the cup of coffee on the counter and laid a couple of Advil’s next to it. “I’m going to go to the gym with Gail and then I have some shopping to do. After that I need to run to the cleaners,” she said. “What are you doing today?”
I hadn’t noticed that my mother had on her exercise clothes. I don’t know how I missed it, because she looked great. Her legs were tanned and looked incredible in the tight shorts. I must have been staring because she said, “Earth to Jerry.”
“Oh, sorry. As soon as this headache goes away I’m going to try and clean out the garage like I’ve been promising for a month. Then I’ll do a little studying.”
“Sounds good. We can put some hamburgers on the grill tonight if you want.”
“Great,” I said enthusiastically. My enthusiasm was more about my mother’s bubbly disposition then about the burgers. She seemed to have totally forgotten about last night. If she blamed me for any of it, it wasn’t apparent. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was such a surprise that I didn’t respond immediately.
“Still can’t guess, huh?”
I looked at her quizzically. Then it dawned on me. “Oh, the lipstick.” She must have had the same flavor on as she did yesterday. “Cherry.”
“Finally, but now that you’ve guessed it I’ll have to try another flavor,” she said with a smile. “Well, got to cover up these exercise clothes or I might get arrested going into the gym.” As she turned and walked out of the room I stared at her creamy thighs and ass in her tight shorts. She looked back at me but didn’t say anything, just smiled. Her smile lit up the entire room. I would have given a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment.
I smiled back and my heart started beating faster. God, how I loved her. It was so wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. I don’t think we really have control over who we love, it just happens. I knew that it was not normal to love your mother like this. What I felt was the tingling, heart racing, butterflies in the stomach, kind of love.
Later that evening we sat close to one another on the back porch swing after eating, watching the sun go down. It was a beautiful sunset, but strangely it made me sad. The ever present thought that I would be going away to college after the summer vacation gnawed at my stomach. I was also thinking about what had happened last night. Neither of us had mentioned it and I was starting to wonder if it had just been a dream.
“What’s wrong?” my mother asked.
“You had a very sad look on your face.”
I didn’t look at her but said, “It’s just that I’ll be leaving in a couple of months.”
“You’ll only be five hundred miles away.”
“Right, ‘only’ five hundred miles,” I responded.
“I can come and visit on special weekends and you’ll come home on holidays.”
“Yeah, but … but how are you going to get … get along without me?” I asked, my eyes tearing and my voice cracking. A better question might have been; how was I going to get along without her?
My mother didn’t answer. But she reached over and took my hand, holding it gently without saying a word. I was pretty sure she was feeling the same as me.
“We’ll get along somehow,” she finally said without conviction. “Let’s take a walk down to the old barn before it gets dark.”
The “old barn” was a remnant of a previous owner who worked the property as a horse farm for years until his death. His children parceled the land and sold it in five-acre plots. The old barn was on our property so we often went to sit on bales of hay to watch the sun go down over the mountains. It was a special place for both of us and helped us both heal after Dad left.
My mother led me down the back steps toward a well-worn path that twisted through the woods to the barn. I loved the feeling of her warm hand in mine. There was a cool, gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the sky was crystal blue with a few clouds on the horizon to the west. I glanced over and saw that the breeze had made my mother’s nipples hard. I quickly looked away, chastising myself for the ever-present carnal thoughts about my own mother.
When we arrived at the barn, we sat down close to one another on bails of hay. The sun was close to slipping below the mountains and some dark clouds had begun to roll in. We could see what was left of the winter’s snow on the highest peaks. It was a gorgeous view and our special place where we could talk, or just sit and be together. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She laid her head on my shoulder. Sometimes it wasn’t necessary to say a word.
After we had sat silently for some time I said, “Mom, are you sorry that you never found another man?”
“I have a man,” she said and squeezed my hand.
“You know what I mean. I’m not like a husband.”
“But you are my best friend.”
“And you’re mine, but that wasn’t my question.”
My mother sighed as she stared out of the barn toward the mountain. “Truthfully, when you were younger, it would have been a big help to have a man around the house. I mean you were a good boy, but I didn’t know much about raising a teenaged boy.”
“I think you did a great job.”
My mother smiled and placed her hand against my face. “I think so too. But it would have been nice to have a man around to teach you things … to have talks about things like girls and sex,” she said and blushed prettily.
“Don’t worry, us kids learn all we need to know from TV and the Internet.”
“That’s what I was afraid of,” she said with a laugh.
I paused before asking the next question. “Did you want to have more children?”
It took her a few moments to answer. Finally she said, “Yes I did, back when you were ten or eleven, but your father was dead set against it.”
“It’s not too late … I mean you’re only 37 so you can still have them if you found someone. I’m sure with your looks, that would be incredibly easy.”
“Thanks. But I have you.”
“Come on, Mom,” I said.
“The truth is that I’m not sure I could have another child, even if I met someone.”
“Well, we tried for several years and nothing happened, so we gave up. Then your father left us. I figured it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Then I remembered something. One day my father was home from work and he had a doctor’s appointment. I went with him. I had asked what was wrong and he said nothing, he was there for a physical to get a vasectomy. He explained what that a vasectomy was so he and Mom wouldn’t have any more children. It didn’t mean much to me at that time. I couldn’t quite remember how old I was then, but I think I was nine or ten.
I must have had a perplexed look on my face because she said, “What’s wrong?”
I didn’t want to spoil the moment, and besides, I could have been wrong about my age. If he had had a vasectomy before they were “trying” to get pregnant, me telling her now would just rub salt into the wounds of their failed marriage. “Uh nothing, I was just thinking how nice it is to be here with you right now. It’s so peaceful here. I’m going to miss coming here with you when I’m gone.”
My mother looked into my eyes and I saw them begin to tear. As a lone tear spilled from her eye and began to trickle down her cheek I leaned over and gently wiped it off with my thumb. My hand rose almost without conscious thought and settled behind her neck. We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed a long time. With very little urging from me her head began to move forward until our lips were just a fraction of an inch apart. Her eyes were closed as if waiting for me to kiss her.
Slowly I opened my mouth and touched hers. I heard a tiny whimper come from the back of her throat as our lips pressed together. Then it was my turn to moan when I felt my mother’s tongue slowly slip into my mouth. I began to tremble as I sucked her tongue, pulling her sweet tasting saliva into my mouth.
Without a conscious effort from either of us she was suddenly on her back with me pressed to her chest. Our lips were pressed firmly, yet tenderly, together as her tongue explored my mouth. My tongue pressed against hers, circling her slippery probe before slipping into her mouth. I heard a moan as she began to suck my tongue. My hand somehow ended up resting just below one breast. I felt her tremble as my fingers moved. They crept slowly upward until my hand covered one soft breast. My cock was throbbing so much that I thought I might climax. I actually had my hand on my mother’s breast! Before she could protest my fingers moved over her top and hooked under the elastic of her strapless tube top. Quickly I pulled it downward. My mother’s breath hissed into my still searching mouth as I bared her breast. I paused there for a moment to allow her to stop me. When she didn’t my hand covered her now bare breast.
“Mmmmm,” she gasped into my mouth.
Her breast was amazing. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch and the hard nipple felt as if it was on fire, threatening to scorch the palm of my hand. I circled my palm slowly around the nipple before placing it between my index finger and thumb. When I squeezed my mother gasped again. Her back arched and a loud moan came from deep in her throat.
I pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her neck. She closed her eyes and rested her hand on the back of my head. I moved slowly, hoping upon hope that she wouldn’t stop me. I kissed down the smooth flesh of one globe and then pulled slightly back to look at the engorged nipple. With a whimper I dropped my head and took it into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” my mother gasped.
The taste of her sweet flesh was amazing and my cock throbbed in my pants. My juices were already soaking though my underwear. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could before letting it slip out to grasp the nipple again.
I was sucking like a baby starved for milk when I felt my mother gently pushing my head. I thought it was over until she directed my mouth toward the other tit. I moaned as I began to suck the second tit. I worried the hard nipple before I gently bit down with my teeth. I heard her moan. The pulsing in my pants was very intense as I pushed my cock against her leg, moving my hips up and down. But before I could climax in my pants I felt her gently push my head back. I thought about resisting for a second but knew better. I released the tit and looked down at her flushed face.
She whispered, “The sun’s gone down, we had better get back.”
I didn’t press my luck. I squeezed her breast warmly one last time and then bent over and kissed the nipple before reluctantly pulling away and letting her sit up. Her distended nipple was shiny with my saliva. She casually pulled her top over her bare breast and stood up, reaching her hand down for me. I took it and arose to face her. Looking into her eyes I opened my arms. She stepped into my embrace and we hugged for a long time. I could feel her heart still beating rapidly. The thumping matched the rhythm of my own heart. I let my arms slide slowly down her back until I had both of her jeans covered ass cheeks in my hands.
I knew that she could feel my erection, which I didn’t try to hide this time. There was no indication that she minded and in fact it seemed that she was pressing her hips to me. It was almost too much for me and I had to pull away or again risk cumming in my pants.
We walked silently back to the house, hand in hand. My throbbing erection tented my pants, and there was a wet spot on my shorts, but I no longer felt embarrassed. It was a proud symbol of how I felt about my mother and I think she liked it.The rest of the week was a blur to me. I was walking on air from the realization that I had actually caressed and sucked my mother’s breast and more importantly, she had not protested and she had not been drinking, so she knew what I was doing. I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss … a kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week.
I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she chastising herself for allowing me to kiss her and play with her breast? Was she going to tell me that she couldn’t allow that anymore? Was she just going to cancel our Friday night movie? That scared me the most. I figured if I had her alone with some wine and a romantic movie I could surely convince her to let me take a few liberties. But if she decided not to have our Friday evening get together, all could be lost. I was worried sick by the end of the week.
When she told me on Thursday that she wouldn’t be able to pick me up at school on Friday, I figured I was in trouble. She apologized and said she couldn’t get off work early. Friday, I stopped at the video store after school and picked up a movie anyway. This time it was a chick flick so I was hoping I could talk her into watching.
When she came home from work, I greeted her with a big smile and a kiss on the lips. “I passed everything with flying colors,” I said, beaming.
“Really? How do you know this already?”
“My chemistry teacher graded the tests right there in class and I aced it. Biology was a little tougher, but I am sure I got at least a B. Trigonometry was a breeze and World Studies wasn’t much of a test. So, I made it.”
“I’m so proud of you, Jerry,” my mother said and hugged me tightly. Then she kissed me on the lips again, this time it lasted a bit longer. “So do you want to know where we are going on vacation?”
“Of course. You know I’ve tried everything, including outright bribery to get you to tell me.”
She laughed. “Okay, we’re going to Barbados. We leave next Saturday for two weeks.”
I broke out with a big smile. “Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That’s great, Mom.” I hugged her again.
When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh … I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to you.”
“No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I’m bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work.”
“Sorry to hear that. I’ll order the pizza for seven or so. I already have a movie rented. Chick flick.”
My mother smiled. “Good. I’ll take a long soaking bath and then be down.”
I had the movie in the machine, the pizza and wine on the coffee table, and was ready by seven thirty. I decided to be a little more risky and wear my white briefs instead of my normal boxers. I was sitting on the sofa when my mother came down. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of her typical bathrobe.
We sat and watched the movie, ate pizza and drank wine—only one bottle tonight. Mom snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and placed it over her shoulder. It was a nice evening in spite of the fact that I had hoped for more. When the movie was about over, I noticed that my mother’s head felt heavy on my chest. Her breathing was regular so I figured that she had fallen asleep. I moved back a little and felt my mother’s head slip down my chest until it was resting in my lap. The pressure of her head brought the normal reaction … an erection. As usual I lost the battle to will my cock not to get hard—of course I didn’t really want to prevent my erection. The weight of her head forced my cock to throb. I was about to lose my mind when I felt my mother stir in her sleep. She slipped her hand, which had been on my thigh, under her cheek.
Suddenly her head was on the back of her hand and the palm was resting on my cock. My heart was beating wildly as I wondered what to do. Should I wake her? Of course I couldn’t. Like the sex pervert that I am, I decided to move my hips gently up and down to increase the stimulation in hopes of bringing myself off without her knowing. That would be better than nothing, I thought.
Then, incredibly, I felt my mother’s hand moving. It was almost imperceptible at first, but there was definite movement. Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep.
Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone was almost more than I could stand. I began to tremble as she began working my cock out of my shorts. I sucked in my breath when I felt my cock released into the cool room air. A second later something warm and wet covered the head.
I couldn’t suppress a moan … my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth … she was sucking my cock! My mother was sucking my cock! I wanted to scream for joy but kept my mouth shut with the exception of a few moans. Suddenly I could feel her tongue working on the swollen head, flicking at the drooling slit before twirling it around the surface. She didn’t take more than just the head into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and lovingly as her hand began to pump up and down my shaft. This was like a dream. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was really awake. I gently placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt her warm skin. I forced myself not to push her head down.
My hips, which had stopped moving with the initial shock, began to move again. I lifted them in little twitches, trying to force more of my shaft into her mouth. She resisted and continued the maddening teasing of the head. It felt like the head was growing bigger by the second. My balls were squirming in their sacks and I could feel them tightening in preparation for climax.
Should I warn her? I wondered. It was the manly thing to do; yet I was only a boy and could be excused for my impulsiveness. I threw my head back and began to moan. “Mom, Mom, Mom,” I gasped. That should have been warning enough. Yet she didn’t stop sucking and began to move her hand faster. With a long gasp from my lips, I lifted my hips and screamed. My cock spasmed and began to shoot it’s content into my mother’s sucking mouth. The first blast felt huge and was followed by several rapid and strong squirts. Incredible pleasure rushed through me and I could think of nothing but my mother’s sucking mouth and my squirting cock. It seemed to last much longer then when I did it myself and it felt a heck of a lot better. When the throbbing slowed and the last dribble was sucked from the head, I relaxed back onto the sofa. My mother held my cock in her mouth until it had wilted. Then she abruptly stood up, but she didn’t look at me. I figured she was having second thoughts about what she had just done. I watched with my heart still beating rapidly as she walked out of the room without saying a word.
When I looked down at my now shrunken cock, there was only a dribble of cum at the head. My mother had either swallowed my cum or left the room to spit it out. I, of course, fantasized that she had swallowed it.t was quieter than usual in the house when I arose on Saturday morning. I went downstairs and found a note on the kitchen table from my mother saying that she had to do some shopping for our vacation trip and would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually relieved that she wasn’t home. Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I needed time to think. What had occurred last night was not a mistake or a slip-up this time. My mother had sucked my cock and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in my mind she had). She was probably less inebriated than the previous Friday night so it couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still impossible for me to fathom that my own mother had sucked my cock. Just thinking those words made me question my sanity.
Instead of moping around the house I decided to do some chores. I worked around the yard, mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool, refreshing water invigorated me almost immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off and lying in the sun. My mother wasn’t the only one that needed to get a little sun before we took our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body and I drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest. “Mom,” I screamed when I realized she had dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped up and headed for her. She was giggling as she started to run back into the house. But I was a lot faster and I caught her before she could get away. I swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool, ready to toss her in.
“No, please, Jerry,” she screamed. “At least let me get my bathing suit on.”
She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I stopped and put her down. “All right, but you’re going in the pool for splashing me. I could have serious psychological problems from being so rudely awakened,” I joked.
She looked at me smugly. “Who says you don’t already have serious psychological problems.”
I made like I was going after her again but she ran into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom hadn’t awakened me when she did I could have gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down in the living room to watch TV.
I was dozing off again when I heard my mother’s voice.
“What do you think of this bathing suit,” she said.
I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front, but then she turned around. There was but a small strip of material running between her gorgeous ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare.
“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Are you really going to wear that on the beach?”
“I was planning on it. But you don’t like it apparently.”
“No, I love it. It’s just … just that I have never seen you wear something that uh …” I stuttered, looking for the word.
“Revealing?” she asked.
I was thinking sexy, but I said, “Yes, revealing.”
“Well you should know the beach at the hotel is clothing optional.”
“Really?” That had never occurred to me.
“Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on the beach in this outfit … that is if I wear anything at all.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Was my mother really going to go naked on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was sounding better all the time.
“From the way your mouth is hanging open I assume you approve then. I’ve got a few more outfits to show you.” With that my mother turned around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her nearly naked ass until she had disappeared. Although I was in the air-conditioned house I found sweat dripping from my brow. And of course I had a raging hard-on.
When she came back she had on a white top and skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked with the bathing suit, this was even more daring. The top barely covered her breasts. From my position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a little too quickly the top would flip up and leave her bare breasted.
“So what do you think of this one?” she asked as she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top even higher on her breasts.
I could plainly see that her nipples were hard under the tiny top. “Wow,” was all I could say.
“I’ll take that as approval,” she said and then walked away.
My mother modeled all the outfits that she had bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little.
I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection.
Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too late.
“Why don’t you come on in,” she said, staring at me.
I froze. Yep, I was caught.
When I didn’t move she said firmly, “Come in here, Jerry.”
With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights. My pants were tented with my erection. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body.
“Do you think I haven’t noticed you peeking at me?” she said with a knowing smile. “Now come over here.”
I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I walked over to where she was sitting. Although I was embarrassed, it didn’t stop me from staring. “I … I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. My eyes were large as saucers as I stared at her naked form.
“Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying on me? Do you think I couldn’t have stopped that a long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you think you were fooling me?”
“I … uh … I’m …” I stammered, having no idea what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a moment I considered turning and running. But I knew that would only delay facing the music.
“I think it’s time we both stopped pretending,” she said with a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk.”
I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I figured this is where she laid into me and let me know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn’t she sucked me off just last night? Who was the pervert there, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to argue with her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one that lusts after my own mother. I would take my medicine and hope that she didn’t hate me.
“All right, first of all, let’s discuss last night. I know I don’t have to say this, but I will anyway. What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a mother should not let her son do … or more directly a mother should not do the kind of things that I have done with you. Society frowns on mothers and sons doing sexual things. Unfortunately I have let it go too far already.”
She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn’t tell what that look meant. Was she trying to think of the words to tell me that we had to stop? “I’m sorry,” I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had done.
“There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven’t done anything wrong … I mean you are just a boy with the raging hormones to prove it.” She paused again before saying, “Jerry, you know I care for you very deeply. Our relationship has been more than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel things for you that a mother should not feel toward her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges. Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a man for so many years, or anything else you can think of. I don’t know the true answer myself. I only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry and I think you feel the same about me. Am I right?”
Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me? My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my chest. She was saying things I had thought a thousand times but never imagined I would hear them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my brain was having a very difficult time understanding her words.”
“Earth to Jerry,” she said. She seemed to be saying that to me a lot lately.
“Uh … yes … I mean … I … I do love you.” My muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity. Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter inane words in response. God, I’m an idiot, I thought.
She looked at me and smiled. “I guess that will do for now.” Then she said, “The other thing I know is that I love the things we have done. I know I shouldn’t and I have beat myself up over and over. Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could stop and live a lie … both of us unhappy.”
I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying we could keep doing the things we had done. That was almost too much for my mind to comprehend.
When I didn’t say anything she said, “What I am saying is that I have decided that we can continue to do sexual things … but with limits.”
I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really didn’t care at that point. I would take anything I could get.
I think my mother could see that I was no longer listening to her. She said, “Come closer, Jerry.”
I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly in front of my mother with my cock tenting my underwear.
“Take your cock out. I want to see it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Huh?” I mumbled.
“I said, take your cock out, I want to see it,” she repeated.
I could see that her chest was moving up and down more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed, but then I saw the look in my mother’s eyes and felt pride. I thrust my hips out.
“My, my, you have grown into quite a man,” she said in a half whisper as if she was talking to herself. “I couldn’t see it well last night,” she added as she reached her hand toward it.
I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft.
“Nice and thick. It will make some woman very happy someday.”
I don’t want to make some woman happy, I thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up and down the shaft as her eyes stared at the pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head. As I stared down at my mother stroking my cock, I began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was suddenly light headed and my knees began to grow weak.
“Mmmm, it’s getting bigger. And these balls are really starting to squirm,” she said with growing confidence at the control she had over me. “I think they need emptying. What do you think?”
Words choked in my throat and I couldn’t answer. I nodded my head.
She rubbed her palm across the dripping head, coating it with my copious juice before she began to stroke me faster.
I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly following the rapid movement of her hand. She worked her hand up and down my cock creating froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head of my cock, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She didn’t have long to wait.
“Mommmm!” I gasped in warning.
She ignored me, continuing to pump my cock with increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head of my cock grew to the size of a small plum before the slit opened, blasting cum into the air like a broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire as stream after stream of juice poured from the end of my cock. It went on for a long time—or at least it seemed that way—before the stream began to die.
When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face of my mother was covered with my cum. Some had landed in her hair and some on her forehead with the remainder hitting her in the face. It was dripping in long strings toward her soft tits.
“Oh my,” she laughed as she looked down at the mess I had created.
“I’m … sorry,” I managed. But I wasn’t. It had been more than incredible.
“No need to apologize, cum is good for the skin; pure protein,” she said with a smile as she began to massage it into her breasts and across her stomach. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she spread my juice all over her. “Better than my expensive cream.”
I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some from her face and took it into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her swallow and my cock lurched as if it was about to get hard again.
My mother smiled and said, “I guess I had better get to bed.” She stood and stepped into my arms and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into my bare chest. My cock began to harden.
When my mother felt it she pulled away. She laughed and said, “Ah, youth. Now you get to bed too.” With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving pat on my slowly erecting cock she shooed me from her room.
Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before falling to sleep.I got up early the next morning. I hadn’t felt this good in … well, I don’t think I ever felt this good. I was whistling as I washed my mom’s old minivan when she looked out the door.
“Ready for some breakfast?” she asked.
“Starved,” I returned with a smile.
“Come on in, it’s almost ready.”
“I’m almost done. I’ll be there in a minute.” I hurried to clean up the car washing material and put it away in the garage. I was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn’t think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart started to beat more rapidly as I stared at her gorgeous ass. God, she was driving me crazy, I thought. How was I going to manage keeping my hands off her? But then again, maybe she didn’t want me to keep my hands off her.
As she walked by me I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her to my lap. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t encourage me either. When I pulled her head to me, she let me kiss her and, in fact, slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock, which was already half hard, sprung to full mast.
“Your breakfast is going to get cold,” she said as she extracted herself from my grasp. She glanced down and smiled before she took a seat at the table across from me.
“I think everything is ready for our trip. You know we leave day after tomorrow, right? Are you packed?”
I looked at her with a sardonic smile. She knew I was a procrastinator when it came to stuff like that. “Sure,” I said, but she could tell it was a lie.
“You need to get your stuff together.”
“I know. It’ll only take me an hour to pack. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you up.”
“All right,” she said as she began to eat.
I watched her put a fork of food in her mouth and chew. Even that simple action made my heart flutter … I swear I can’t understand this love stuff. It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything she did had suddenly turned sensuous. I didn’t realize that I was staring when my mother paused and looked at me strangely.
“What?” she asked.
“You were staring at me.”
My face turned red. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I caught a smile turning up her lips as I dropped my eyes back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I looked up again, my mother had finished eating.
“Well, I have things to do. See you later,” she said and got up. As she walked past me she reached out and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go through me.
I was incredibly excited all day. My cock was hard as a rock and barely went down. The strange thing was that I didn’t know what I was more excited about—what we had done sexually or the opportunity to be with her for two weeks; probably both things. When the day was over, I was almost relieved. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother and she held all the presents.
It was much later in the day when my mother passed by the family room and said, “Jerry, I’m going up to take my bath now.”
“Uh … okay, mom,” I said, wondering why she was telling me this.
Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.”
“Huh?” I said stupidly.
“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned.
“No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
“Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the door frame any time you want. You won’t need to peek at me anymore,” she said as I followed her into the bathroom. My face flushed several shades of red when I realized that she must have known all along.
I held my breath as my mother bent over the tub and started the water. She turned to me and said, “You may want to take off your clothes so you don’t get them wet.”
“Uh … yeah,” I stammered but quickly began to strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her actions much more graceful then my frantic stripping. When I was naked and my cock pulsing in front of me I watched my mother step into the nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the water with a contented sigh.
“You can’t wash my back from over there,” she said.
I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash her flawless back.
“Mmmm, she moaned as I rubbed the soft cloth across her back.
I then moved the cloth to her neck and slowly ran it across the nape of her neck and then around to the other side. Finally I began to move the cloth down toward her large and inviting breasts. I looked at my mother’s face to see if she was going to stop me. She smiled.
“I thought I asked you to wash my back?” she said, but she didn’t try to stop my hand as it slipped lower to her breast.
I said, “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were clean.”
My mother laughed at my dumb remark but leaned back, lifting her breasts out of the water. I was breathing heavily as I slowly ran the cloth over one large breast and down to the hard nipple. I heard my mom sigh as I gently lifted and washed that breast before moving on to the other. When both breasts were washed and rinsed, I slipped the cloth down and under the water, moving down her stomach. When my hand passed her navel, I let the cloth go and continued with my bare hand. I waited for my mother to stop me, but she didn’t.
I heard her sigh and felt her hips move when my fingers reached the top of her pussy. Slowly I slipped my fingers between the lips and down to her opening. With a quick flick of my wrist I pushed my middle finger into my mother’s pussy.
“Ohhhh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to immediately move on my finger. Her mouth opened as her breathing began to increase.
I leaned closer and kissed her. She opened her mouth wide, sucking my tongue in. My finger began to move at the same rhythm as my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as my finger fucked her pussy. My cock was throbbing and threatened to squirt when I felt her pussy began to spasm on my finger.
“Oh, Jerry, you’re going to make me cum,” she gasped.
“I want you to cum, Mom. I want to finger fuck your pussy until you climax,” I said, not even thinking about the fact that I was using the word fuck in front of my mother for the first time in my life.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as her hips began to move faster and the walls of her pussy squeezed my finger even tighter. “Ahhhh,” she cried and her body stiffened, her hips lifting from the bottom of the tub and she threw her head back in pleasure. “Mmmmmmpppphhhh,” she moaned as a strong climax rushed through her.
When the pulsing inside her pussy began to slow, I used my thumb to find her swollen clit. I began to move my thumb back and forth on the swollen nub until her hips began to move again.
“Oh, Jerry, no,” she gasped, but didn’t stop me.
I worked my thumb up and down on her clit, centering on the motion that made her gasp the most. I reached over and began to knead her breast, moving my thumb gently over her swollen clit as I did.
“Mmmm, yes, Jerry, keep that up,” she gasped.
I had no intention of stopping until she climaxed again. Within a few seconds I got my wish. Her body tensed and a second even stronger climax began. I moved my thumb rapidly across her clit as her body shook with pleasure. This climax seemed to last longer. When she finally stopped shaking, she collapsed into the water with a loud sigh.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped when she could speak again. “You certainly now how to pleasure a girl with your fingers. Where did you learn that?”
“I read a lot,” I lied. She didn’t believe me anyway.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Stand in the tub.”
I stood up, my cock still throbbing and dripping a steady stream of juice as I stepped into the tub. Suddenly my cock was just inches from my mother’s mouth. She smiled up at me and then opened her mouth and took it inside. “Oh Jesus, Mom,” I moaned as her lips closed around my cock. I watched with growing excitement as my mother’s lips stretched over my swollen cock.
Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand slip between my legs and move up to my ass. “Mom,” I gasped as her finger moved between my cheeks. I wondered briefly what she was doing with her finger, but her mouth on my cock felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I could feel her finger wiggling between my cheeks until it found my back passage. I lurched forward as her finger slipped inside my ass. “Mom,” I gasped again. But she didn’t stop until she had pushed her finger into my ass. I was amazed that it didn’t hurt and after a short time actually began to feel good. I had no idea why it felt good, but the combination of her finger and her lips was bringing me to a peak very quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, with her finger massaging me as her tongue worked on my cock head.
“Mom,” I warned when I felt my balls begin to tighten. My mother’s reaction was to move her finger and mouth faster. “I’m going to cum,” I said to make sure she knew that I was getting ready to cum in her mouth. I heard her moan deep in her throat and she suck harder. With a bellow that surprised even me, I pushed my hips forward, burying my cock deep in my mother’s mouth. I froze as the head of my cock exploded, blasting my copious juice to the back of her throat. I heard her gag for a moment before she began to swallow. There was no doubt now; my mother was swallowing my cum … every drop. She moaned as she sucked harder, trying to draw every ounce out of my balls. She succeeded.
When my cock was drained, I almost fell backward out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the tub, gasping for breath as I looked down at my mother’s beautiful face. She was smiling at me. There was a large drop of my cum at the corner of her mouth. She used her tongue to take it into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and moaned at the sight, feeling my cock throb as another large drop of cum slipped from the head and dropped to the floor.The Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. The airline had overbooked our flight and as a result they had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take.
As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, since we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don’t think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out.
As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place … wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora’s box to be opened and I wasn’t sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn’t. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn’t going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn’t be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, I wondered if that was worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn’t sure.
I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn’t seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it … what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us.
The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn’t see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, “Wow, this is amazing.”
“It’s supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner.”
The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana’s circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana’s. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, “Welcome.”
I felt comfortable in taking my mother’s hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty.
“Welcome to our island paradise,” said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather.
“We have a reservation under Moss,” said my mother.
The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, “Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss.”
I started to say that we were not “Mr. and Mrs.”, but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled.
“We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I’m sure you are going to love it,” the desk clerk said.
I looked at my mother again. It hadn’t even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn’t given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I’m sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head.
The clerk said, “Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I think everything is fine,” my mother said as she picked up the keys.
“The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right. “
I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother’s waist. She turned to me and whispered, “I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa.”
“Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard,” I said.
“I know,” she answered.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. “Mr. and Mrs., huh?” I said.
“Well, we couldn’t afford two rooms,” my mother answered.
“That’s true,” I readily agreed. “But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa … if there is a sofa?” I was only being half facetious.
“I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.
I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.
When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things … at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast.
When we stepped into the room, we both gasped … the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.
“Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?” I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face.
“I don’t know. This isn’t the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake.”
“Well, let’s enjoy it until they throw us out,” I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room?
We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. “Thanks for everything, Mom,” I said sincerely.
“You earned the vacation,” she returned.
“I don’t just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it’s been hard. I’m going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back.” I saw tears forming in her eyes.
“You don’t have to pay me back. I didn’t do it for that. I did it for us … both of us.”
I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I know. I love you,” I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother’s tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop