Dad is a career military man and is away on some top secret government assignment way more often than he is at home. At least, he says he is. Consequently, Mom and I never lived on a military base after I started school. And we never got to accompany him on any of his assignments. She opted to move in with her parents out in Arkansas. The town was so small that it didn't even have a fucking Wal Mart. When I was ten, Mom moved the two of us to San Diego. I am now nineteen and am attending a nearby community college. I don't really have a major as of yet but, if anyone asked me, I would tell them I was leaning towards wanting to be a teacher.
Mom and I got along great with each other. We rarely disagreed about much of anything. She pretty well kept to herself, often telling me that she didn't need all that many friends because she had her handsome young son to take care of her. Then, the day after my twentieth birthday, the shit hit the fan.
It was Friday. My last class of the day was over and I was anxious to get home. Friday's was always pizza night. When we were sufficiently stuffed we would retreat to her bedroom to watch a movie. Mom chose the bedroom over the living room because it was more comfortable for her to lay in bed instead of sitting on the sofa. Often times I would lay down behind her. When I did she would wiggle around until her backside was pressed into my groin and her back was against my chest. I always propped myself up on my elbow so I could see. More often than not, my free hand would be resting on her hip. She never said anything, so I guess it didn't bother her all that much. She never said anything about the boner I always seem to develop, either.
When the movie was over, we would kiss each other good night and I would rush off to my bedroom to beat off. I couldn't help it. Lying in such close proximity to each other always made me horny beyond belief. It was always a quick session with me cumming after only a few strokes, so I never really had time to fantasize about Mom all that much.
My cock was beginning to twitch in anticipation when I stepped on the porch but, it quickly lost its ambition the moment I opened the door.
"Damn the luck," I muttered to myself as I looked across the room. Dad was home!
He stood near the swinging batwing doors that separated the living room from the kitchen, his suitcase in hand.
"Leaving already?" I asked.
"'Fraid so, son, he said as Mom entered from the kitchen. "'Fraid so."
I could see that Mom had been crying. She looked a little angry, too. I was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke.
"Tell him why," she said, her voice full of bitterness.
Dad gulped as he silently looked first at Mom and then at me.
"Go ahead, you son-of-a-bitch," Mom demanded. "Tell him why."
Dad never said a word. He just turned and walked toward me. He stopped long enough to give me a hug and whisper in my ear, "Take care of your mother. She's gonna need you." And, just like that, he was out the door. Gone!
I shuffled the few steps over to Mom, put my arms around her and gave her a hug. "It's gonna be okay, Mom," I told her. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it. Just like we always do.
Mom sniffled and cleared her throat. "I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." She nestled her face into my shoulder and began to sob.
I never said a word. I just let her cry while I caressed the back of her head with one hand and rubbed her back and shoulders with the other.
Gradually, the sobbing subsided, slowly fading into an occasional sniffle. I heard her take a deep breath. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "He's found someone else."
What?" I queried. I could hardly believe what I had just heard. "Who? How? Why?"
"He just came in," Mom began. "Bastard didn't even sit down. He just waltzed on in and said he was leaving. He said he had met someone in the Philippines that he'd fallen in love with. He just came by long enough to get a few things."
"Probably some whore," I said matter-of-factly.
Mom pulled herself from my embrace and looked up at me, her face full of questions I didn't know if I could answer or not.
"I was faithful to him," she said. "I had several chances, but I was faithful. Dammit, I was faithful to that no good bastard!"
I pulled her back into my embrace and kissed her on the ear. I felt her shiver.
"Is there something wrong with me?" she asked. Mom shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "Why?"
"Dad's a fool," I told her. "Why, any man that got a good look at you would want you."
"Any man 'cept your father," Mom said.
"He's a fool," I repeated.
I held her at arms' length and gave her body the once over. "You're beautiful," I told her. "You've got a perfect body. And," I said, trying to make her smile, "you've got a rack that any sensible man would salivate over."
Mom looked me in the eye and blushed. "You shouldn't say things you don't mean, son."
"Honest, Mom, not one of my friends' mothers even come close to measuring up to you. If you weren't my mother, I'd be on you in a New York second."
Mom's face registered a bit of shock and I immediately began to apologize. Then, for the first time since I'd come home, I saw a faint smile on her face. "Thanks," she gushed, "but I still think you're trying to bullshit the public."
"Tell you what," I said. "Just to prove to you that I ain't lying, why don't you go upstairs and put on some fresh make up. I should be finished cleaning up by the time you get back down here. Then we'll go out to eat instead of eating in like we usually do on Friday's. What do you say?"
Though she protested, I could see in her eyes that Mom was warming up to the idea of spending a night out instead of being cooped up in this small two bedroom apartment that had shrunk considerably since Dad had so unceremoniously burst her bubble.
Mom brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. "But, I must look a fright," she charged. "And I'm sure you really don't want to be seen out in public with a frumpy old housewife like me."
"Mom!" I sighed. "How many times and how many ways do I have to tell you that you're wrong? You're the most beautiful thirty eight year old woman I know. You've got another hundred years before you have to worry about being frumpy."
Mom's face took on an excited look. A look that I hadn't seen in quite some time. Then I delivered the piece de resistance. "Besides, we haven't celebrated my birthday yet."
She threw up her hands in surrender. "Okay," she said. "You win."
"Great!" I replied. "I'll be ready in five minutes!" I turned to go to my room.
"Slow down, slugger," Mom said as she grabbed my shoulder and gently spun me back around. "Rules have changed just a bit."
I just stood there dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what she was saying.
"If we're gonna celebrate your birthday, we're gonna do it right. And it sure won't be in no pizza joint." She leaned in and kissed me on my right cheek. Now you go take a shower and put on your Sunday best. We're going to take this town by storm!" Her excitement was contagious.
"Where we going that's so all fired important that I dress up?" I asked.
"Ain't gonna tell you," Mom said with a wink. "It's a surprise." She pushed me away and swatted me on the butt when I turned and headed to my room.
"Git," she said with an added chuckle. "And don't come back here until you're presentable!"
"Okay. Okay," I said with a laugh as I turned my head and gave her a broad smile. For the moment, at least, Mom seemed to have put Dad completely out of her mind. I was happy for her, but I knew that her feelings of despair and helplessness would return with a vengeance. It was just a matter of time. Right then and there, I purposed in my mind to do whatever it took to keep her happy and content.
After showering, I went to my closet and thumbed through my clothes, quickly settling on a white dress shirt, a light blue pair of dress pants and a dark blue blazer. Since I didn't cotton to wearing a tie unless I absolutely had to, I decided to go tieless. I slid my feet into a pair of black socks and then into a pair of black patent leather shoes. I was ready to go.
I stepped into the living room just in time to see Mom's descent down the stairs. I gave her a loud wolf whistle. She curtsied once she had negotiated the last step and smiled. Mom looked absolutely radiant in her knee length navy blue cocktail dress with a v-shaped neckline that plunged deeply into the middle of her breasts.
In her left hand, she clutched a small purse that matched the color of her dress. A three stranded string of dazzlingly beautiful pearls hung from her neck. Oh, yeah. Did I mention her three inch black stiletto heels and her coffee colored nylons?
"I guess that means you approved," she said as my gaze made multiple trips up and down her body.
I was inwardly embarrassed when I caught myself wondering if she was wearing panty hose or regular stockings and a garter. "Maybe they're the 'stay up by themselves' kind," I said to myself.
Before I could think about what I was saying I further embarrassed myself when I said, "Do I? Mom, you look good enough to eat."
Mom tittered and said in a low, sultry voice, "You don't look so bad yourself, tiger." She emphasize her statement with a low growl.
We laughed and giggled all the way to the driveway where Mom tossed me the keys. Again, I was temporarily dumbfounded as I stood by my beat up old Ford e****t. She had never let me drive her car before. Never!
"Might as well go in style," she told me. "Now, get over here and be the gentleman I know you are."
I clicked the key twice as I rushed over to do Mom's bidding. I opened the passenger side door, took her gently by the arm and helped her get situated. Her dress slid upwards, revealing a bit more of her nylon covered legs, but not enough to reveal what kind of nylons she was wearing. In spite of myself, my dick started tingling.
I closed the door to her Volvo and moved quickly to the other side and, for the first time ever, entered Mom's car from the driver's side. I fastened my seatbelt, put the key in the ignition and started the car. Before I backed out of the driveway, I turned towards Mom and simply asked her, "Why?"
"You're the man of the house now," she said. "And, that position does have its privileges."
"Okay, where to?" I asked after we had entered the street and I had put the car in drive.
"Keep going in this direction until I tell you to turn," Mom replied.
I followed her directions, turning when she told me to until she said, "Pull in there," as she casually pointed toward what was probably the most ritziest restaurant in town.
"Welcome to The Golden Harbor," the parking attendant said as I handed him the keys.
"Are you sure we can afford this?" I whispered to Mom as she placed her arm in mine.
She slightly raised her right eyebrow, smiled and then she nodded. "Tonight, we can afford anything," she said with a lilt to her voice.
"I see," I said. "Damn the consequences. We'll worry about that tomorrow." I gently nudged her in the side to let her know I was joking.
"You got that right, buster," Mom said, her voice still a bit high pitched. "Now e****t me inside before I change my mind."
Once inside the restaurant the maître de e****ted us to a table next to the dance floor. A small band was playing as a rather diminutive man with very little hair on his head was serenading us with a more than passable version of Frank Sinatra's "My Way."
We sat down and, right away, we both ordered a New York steak with mashed potatoes and a side dish of mixed vegetables. Mom wanted hers medium rare. Me? I'm more of a "well done" type of eater. I want my steaks cooked as done as you can get 'em without burning 'em. I asked the waiter for a glass of milk and a glass of sweet tea.
"Would the lady like to see the wine list?" he asked. Mom offered a very polite refusal and said, "I'll have the same as him."
"Very well, Madame. I'll bring your drinks right away."
Meanwhile the singer had finished and sat down while the band played on. The music was soft, slow and very sensuous.
Mom and I sat across the table from each other while we waited for our food. It came much sooner than I expected. After we had taken a couple of bites, I asked Mom if she wanted to dance. "Sure," she said with a smile. "Why not?"
Mom melded seamlessly into my arms and wrapped hers around my waist. We swayed to the music as I tried to keep a respectable distance between the two of us. It was Mom who made the first move.
"What are you afraid of," she asked as she pressed her breasts into my chest and her stomach ground against my groin. It didn't take long at all before I sprouted a massive boner. Mom's slight hesitation in her rhythm was the only indication that she was even aware of it. I damned near came in my pants as she ground herself against my extremely hard cock. I was saved a major embarrassment when the song ended and the sax player announced a short break.
We made our way back to our table to eat and wait for the next set. As soon as the band began playing again Mom and I were back out there dancing. This time, it was me who made the first move.
I pulled Mom tightly against me. She let her head rest on my shoulder. A few gyrations was all it took to sprout another woody. Feeling a bit bolder than before, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her even closer.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "This feels soooo nice."
I bent down to kiss her on her cheek, but she turned her face just in time for our lips to collide. I could feel her mouth open slightly. However, I kept mine closed. We held the kiss quite a bit longer than a mother/son kiss should be.
"Phewww," she said as she broke contact. "It's getting a bit warm in here. Don't you think?"
We finished the dance and went back to our table to finish our meal. Mom was barely done with wiping her mouth with her napkin when she suggested we get ourselves home.
"Still up for a movie?" I asked.
"You bet," Mom replied.
"Tell you what, Mom. We'll stop by the video store on the way home and I'll let you choose the movie. How's that?"
"Fine," she said as she asked the waiter for the check.
We stopped in the front on our way out so Mom could pay the bill and then we left. We waited curbside while the parking attendant brought Mom's car around. He held the door open while Mom sat down and swung her feet and legs inside the car. Once again I saw a great expanse of her nylon clad legs but, like earlier, her dress didn't slide high enough to show me what kind of nylons she was wearing. The parking attendant closed the door. I gave him a twenty, went around the back of the car to the other side, got in, fastened my seatbelt, and drove away.
At the video store, Mom and I browsed the selections. Unable to make up our minds, Mom suggested we check out the adult section. I was completely stunned.
"Mom!" I exclaimed.
"What's the matter, Terry? Don't tell me you don't watch a little porn once in a while."
"Once in a while?" I said to myself. "More like every chance I get." But this was different. I didn't think that your everyday run of the mill suburban mom would be caught dead watching porn. I guess I was wrong.
"I do," I stuttered. I just don't watch it with my mom, that's all."
"It'll be fun," she said as she grabbed me just below my right elbow and led me past the curtain into the "dirty movie" section where we saw several rows of DVD's that covered every subject from blowjobs to anal to lesbian sex and everything in between.
"What about this one?" Mom asked as she handed me DVD case. It was titled, "Sonshine For Mommy."
I didn't have to read the description to know what the movie was about. I looked at the case and then looked at my mom. Was she just teasing me or was she being serious? I took the case from her and pretended to read the back.
My dick was hard as a rock when I gave it back to her. "You're just teasing...right?"
Mom looked me in the face, briefly allowing her gaze to drift downward. She winked and said, "Serious as a heart attack."
I hesitated, still unable to grasp the idea that my own mother wanted to watch a porn movie with me.
"Come on," Mom implored. "It'll be fun; the two of us all curled up like we always do."
"Fun, my ass," I thought. "It'll be pure torture laying there with a boner I can do nothing with. With any luck at all, I'll have blue balls for a week."
Priapism was another word that came to mind. I could imagine the look on the doctor's face when I told him, "You see, Doc. I was watching this porno flick with my mother and..."
Finally, I could speak. "Okay, Mom," I told her. "I'll try most anything once."
"Good," Mom said. "It's settled. Let's get our tired butts home before I have a change of mind."
Mom paid the clerk for a two day rental and, once again we were on our way home. I still had no clue as to the style of nylons Mom was wearing.
Fortune must have been smiling down on us. Mom, me and my hard on made it home in one piece. As soon as we entered the house and the door was closed and lock Mom turned to me and kissed me on the lips. This time, when her lips opened, I pushed the tip of my tongue past them and into her mouth. I could feel the suction as she sucked it even farther inside, our tongues all the while slashing back and forth, jousting like the knights of old. Only difference was that our lances were a lot smaller and were made of human flesh.
I allowed Mom's tongue to chase mine back inside my own mouth where I clamped my lips around her tongue and sucked as hard as I possibly could. Mom ground her stomach against my raging, nearly out of control erection and groaned lustily.
"Ummmm," she said when we finally broke our kiss. "That came up out of the blue."
"Felt good, Mom," I told her. I licked my lips and leaned toward her, intent upon a repeat performance.
Mom put her hand on my chest to stop me. "Whoa, Tiger, We're gonna have to save that for later. Right now, I'm going to my room to change into something a bit more comfortable.
"And, you, my handsome son," she said as she caressed my cheek, "need to do likewise." She turned toward the stairs. "Come on up when you've finished," she said over her shoulder. "I should have everything setup by the time you get there."
"Hot damn!" I thought. "Did she really mean it when she said to save it for later?" My dick wouldn't stop twitching.
"Later. She said later." Those words created a constant swirl of unholy desire within my mind as I quickly changed into my pajamas and bounded up the stairs to Mom's bedroom.
I opened the door without knocking; the same way I had done so many times in the past. Mom looked up from where she was sitting in front of her vanity mirror. "You startled me," she said. "Wasn't expecting you so soon."
I just stood there in the doorway gawking. I must have looked like the proverbial deer that was caught in the headlight. Mom had on the skimpiest of lingerie; a lacy blue bra and thong set that was as see through as a glass window with a slightly more opaque garter. It was blue, also. Only it was a bit darker shade of blue. She turned to face me as she unhooked a garter snap on her right thigh. She smiled.
"Come on in," she said. "Climb into bed and get settled. I'll be there as soon as I get the nylons off."
My voice, squeaky and more high pitched than normal, cut through the sexually charged air like an arrow shot from a crossbow. "Leave 'em on," I urged.
Damn! "Where did that come from?" I screamed to myself. My brain hadn't told me to say that. Or had it? I was so embarrassed and was about to apologize profusely when Mom spoke.
"You're the man of the house," she said as she reconnected the garter snap to her nylons. She stood, turned, walked over to the bed and sat down just as I was pulling the sheets over me. "Can I take off my shoes?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder at me.
I could hardly believe it. Mom was a different woman than the one I had seen earlier today. She seemed to have put Dad completely out of her mind.
"Sure," I told her. "Someone could get injured with them spiked heels poking around under the covers.
Mom slipped the shoe on her right foot off and dropped it on the floor. She quickly followed suit with the one on her left foot. In no time at all she had slipped under the covers and was reaching for the remote control on her bedside table. She clicked a couple of buttons and the flat screen TV came to life. Then she scooted back until her back was pressed tightly against my chest, which naturally caused her butt cheeks to come to rest on my rock hard pecker.
She wiggled her butt trying to (I assumed) get settled comfortably and I groaned; a mournful utterance that sounded to me like someone who was in great distress. My cock twitched almost violently, making it nearly impossible for me not to come in my pajamas. But, I triumphed and it lay length wise in the middle of Mom's butt crack, trembling.
It was Mom's turn to moan as I placed my hand on her hip and began to run my fingers up and down the length of her garter strap. Eventually, I let the palm of my hand rest on the top of her nylon covered leg before I slid it up a bit to let it rest on her bare thigh.
After a couple of sexy commercials, the movie started. The opening scene was of a young man entering the kitchen with a load of books. He set the books on the kitchen table and moved up behind his mother who was at the sink washing dishes. He pressed his groin up against her butt, reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands. The mother acted surprised and, in about a half of a second she began grinding her ass against him. Another two minutes of "action" and her dress was pulled up past her waist and he had his dick balls deep in her cunt.
I don't know how long I had been doing it, but I suddenly became aware that I was humping Mom's butt crack. And not so subtle like, neither. When I realized what I was doing, I stopped immediately but, to my surprise, Mom's ass was still squirming. So, I resumed my thrusting.
Almost without warning, my cock fired its first load along her ass crack, across the back of her garter and up on to her back. Six more loads, each exploding more violently than the previous ones, shot out on to her back, followed by a couple of seconds of dribbling before I had finished with my orgasm.
Mom turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Finished?"
"Yeah, Mom. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry son for something that is as natural as breathing itself."
I pulled the sheets away from us and apologized again as Mom rolled over onto her stomach. "I'll clean it up. Just give me a second."
I started to get up so I could go to the bathroom and get a wet towel to clean my spunk off her back when I developed this crazy idea. I was going to lick her clean. I had tasted my own baby making juices several times over the last few years and, though it was not what I would call delicious, the taste was not even close to being offensive.
I moved to my knees, brought my face to her ass crack and lapped up the first dollop of cum. Mom shivered and shuddered like she had suddenly developed a case of malaria. Except for an occasional moaning sound, she was silent as my tongue followed the trail of jizz going up her back. She spoke for the first time when I reached the back of her garter belt.
"Don't swallow it all, baby. Save some for Mommy."
I didn't answer her. I just kept on licking my way up her back. I had to swallow some of my cum to make room for more. However, when I had captured the last bit on my tongue, I took Mom by the shoulder and gently turned her on to her back.
She lay there with her mouth slightly open, anticipation written all over her face. I lowered my head until my lips met hers and then slowly let my splooge slip through my lips into her now wide open mouth. I slipped my tongue inside Mom's mouth and swirled it around, all the while giving her more and more of my baby making juices until I had nothing more to give. I broke contact and watched Mom as she swallowed several times before she could get it all down her throat and into her stomach.
"God damn, son," she gasped as she swiped her tongue across her lips. "I'd forgotten how good a man's cum could taste. I think it is so sexy to see a man who isn't afraid of tasting his own cum."
I lowered my head once again and nibbled lightly on her left earlobe. Mom moaned again; this time a bit louder and a lot longer. She continued to moan as my tongue traced it's way along her jaw line to her other earlobe, stopping every second or two to kiss her where my tongue had just been. After teasing that earlobe, I turned my attention to the hollow of her neck, licking that indentation until it was shining with my saliva.
While I was slavering over that part of Mom's body, I pushed her bra upwards and off of those beautiful tits of hers. In just a matter of seconds, my lips found themselves wrapped tightly around her right nipple.
Mom arched her back and her entire upper body shook with desire as I tugged on her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Had I just given my own Mom an orgasm? Not being all that experienced when it came to sex, I wasn't sure at all. I just continued suck on one nipple or the other. Whichever nipple I wasn't sucking, I was playing with the other.
Mom's moaning had increased both in volume and regularity. Her hands were on my head, pressing my face into her more than ample bosom. I heard her disappointed groan when I reluctantly took my mouth from her tit and licked my way down to her belly button, so I replaced my lips with my other hand.
I traced the tip of my tongue around the edges of her navel several times before I plunged it as deep into it as I could, twisting my oral digit this way and that way as Mom's moans got even louder. She was now gasping for breath.
I left that area of intense sensitivity and was soon inhaling the sweet aroma of her snatch as I licked around the edges of her thong. From hip to hip I journeyed, my tongue touching both the thin strip of cloth that ran across the front of her groin area and the skin above it before I placed my mouth over her panty cover clit and began to give it a deep stroking with my tongue.
When Mom cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, oh, fucking yes!" I knew I had hit the right spot. I released Mom's left tit, slid my forefinger under the skimpy material of her thong and deep into her salivating pussy. This time Mom screamed her approval.
"Goddamn, son," she yelled. "Your gonna make your mother cum!"
I inserted a second finger into Mom's vagina and sawed them in and out of that velvet cavern at breakneck speed. I'd read stuff on the internet about a woman's g spot and how to locate it, so I decided to put that knowledge to the test.
I slowed my thrusts, turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers a bit and began to rub my fingertips along the upper lining of Mom's vagina. Right away, I encountered an area that felt a bit rougher than the skin that surrounded it. I rubbed that small area lightly, but firmly, with my fingertips.
Mom's entire body shook uncontrollably as she grabbed the back of my head and held it in place as she shoved her mound firmly against my face. I found breathing to be a bit difficult, but I didn't give a damn. I was eating my mom's pussy and we were both enjoying it. Her, perhaps, more than me (if that was even possible)!
Her breathing became labored and very erratic. I paused to catch my breath. "Don't stop now!" Mom cried. "I'm almost there!"
Mom continued to hump my face as I kept on caressing her g spot. Suddenly her arms fell lifelessly to her sides. I lifted my head and released her nipple from my grasp, grabbed the front of her thong and ripped it from her quivering quim. Now, it was flesh on flesh, lips on clitoris.
I would tease Mom's clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I would caress it with my lips, sliding my lips up and down that tiny protrusion in much the same way a woman would bob up and down on a man's cock. I alternated between licking Mom's clit and sucking on it, doing my best to send her over the edge. Finally, it happened.
Mom grunted and cried out loudly. Once again, she held my head against her sweet pussy, humping my face faster than I thought was humanly possible. Suddenly, her pussy erupted, spraying her female ejaculate into my mouth. So much of it that I nearly choked before I could swallow. Her legs were now locked around my neck. I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to.
Her body quivered like a bowl full of jelly long after her pussy stopped erupting. Finally, that, too, stopped. Mom now lay before me with her legs and arms splayed wide. Except for an occasional contented sigh, one would have thought Mom were dead.
I moved from between her legs and lay down beside her. I idly caressed Mom's tummy, moving my hands in circles and occasionally cupping one of her breasts.
After several minutes had passed without either of us saying a word, I felt Mom begin to stir. She slowly rolled onto her side and looked me in the eye. "You are a very talented young man," she said in a reverent whisper as she reached for my penis. She gave it several strokes and spoke again.
"I sincerely hope you are as talented with this big ol' thing as you are with your mouth and tongue." She lightly squeezed my cock for emphasis.
I humped her hand and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Whenever you're ready, we can both find out," I told her.
"Oh, lordy," Mom said as she breathed heavily through her nose. "With someone as talented as you hanging around, I do believe I could go all night and all of the next day, too."
Mom scooted down in bed until her face was level with my unruly black pubic hair. Still keeping a grip on my dick, she brought it toward her until it was touching her lips. Another round of lightning coursed through my body as she closed her lips around the head. Without any warning, she took all of my six and a half inches into her mouth and partway into her throat. She swallowed a couple of times causing her throat muscles to constrict around the head and then retreated until my rod popped out of her mouth.
"You're about the same length as your dad," she said lustily. "But you are a helluva lot thicker than him."
Again, she wrapped her lips around my cock head and bobbed up and down while she used her hand to masturbate me. I could feel that familiar rumbling way down in my balls and I knew that I would be cumming soon. I tried to push her head away from my cock, but nothing doing. She clung tenaciously to my steel like rod and would not let go.
"I'm gonna cum soon," I said with a loud groan. "If you don't stop, you're gonna have to swallow another load."
Mom paused only long enough to say, "Think you can make it a three-peat?" She continued slowly bobbing up and down on my hot, fleshy appendage without waiting for answer.
I nodded in the affirmative. "I sure as hell hope so," I said, my voice suddenly high pitched and ragged.
It was then that Mom used her other hand to tickle the underside of my balls. I nearly lost my load. How I managed not to lose it is still beyond my understanding. Then she began to lightly run her fingernails along my perineum from my balls to my asshole and back.
Her fingers made the round trip several times before she reached between her legs. I know she had put a finger or two inside her vagina because her middle finger was sopping wet with her juices when she shoved it very unceremoniously all the way into my asshole. A couple of seconds of massaging my prostate was all it took. I felt my nuts lurch in their sacks as they sent a torrent of splooge up my urethra and into her mouth.
Immediately, Mom unwrapped her hand from around my dick and sucked it into her mouth all the way to the root! Every time she swallowed her throat muscles would constrict around the head, triggering another massive eruption. I thought I would never quit cumming!
But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. If you ask me, this was one blowjob that ended way too soon. It was that good. I found myself wishing it could have lasted forever.
My cock was still standing at attention when Mom released it from the magical warmness of her loving mouth. She licked a few strands of my fuck juice from the crown and crawled up to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, but that was it. To my disappointment, she had swallowed it all!
I put my arms around her and pulled her in close. Mom buried her face into my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. I caressed the back of her head as I whispered, "I love you, Mom. I will love you forever."
I think she said, "I love you, too, son." But I couldn't be sure. Her voice was garbled with sl**p.
We fell asl**p in that position but, sometime in the night our positions changed. When I woke up the next morning, I was lying flat on my back. Mom was lying on her back also. Her legs were crossed at her ankles and her hands were cupping her titties. Even though she was fast asl**p her fingers were busy teasing her nipple!
I crawled quietly out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to take a piss. When I finished, I returned to the bed but, instead of lying down, I moved to Mom's side of the bed. Looking down at her nearly perfect body, I couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be a "once and done" thing or would she want to continue with our illicit, sinful coupling. I know I wanted to continue this i****tuous affair for as long as Mom would allow it.
With that thought in mind, I gently uncrossed her legs and eased myself onto the bed and between her legs, hoping like hell that she didn't wake up. Not just yet, anyway. I wanted Mom to have a good head of steam already built up when she did become aware of her surroundings. That would make it a lot more difficult to say no.
I admired her voluminous black bush. Ever since I'd first begun looking at porn, I was drawn to the photos of those women who had a lot of hair covering their nether regions. "Damn!" I thought to myself as I caressed her fur covered mound. "Most men would love to have a beard that thick and long!"
I knelt down and buried my face in Mom's bush, using my fingers to separate the outer lips of her pussy. My tongue darted out and inside her velvet lined cunt. I fucked her with my tongue and, at the same time, massaged the outside of her hooded clit. Mom groaned and twisted her torso just a bit when my tongue first made contact with her clit but, otherwise, she remained still.
I gently pushed her hood back, exposing her little button of joy and sucked it in between my lips. I began to slowly caress her clit with the tip of my tongue, stopping for an occasional nibble with my lip covered teeth. Nothing hard. Just barely a bit of pressure.
By now, Mom had instinctively grabbed two handfuls of hair and was holding on for dear life, seemingly determined to draw my entire head inside her vagina. She drew her legs up until her feet were resting flatly on the bed. I seized that opportunity to slide my hands around her hips and onto her breasts where I proceeded to lightly caress the ends of her nipples with the palms of my hands.
"Ohhhhh," Mom moaned as she locked her legs around my neck.
I began to lick her clit in earnest. Over and over again, like a person possessed, she drove her mound into my face as I struggled mightily to maintain contact with her clit.
The first indication I had that Mom was awake was when she released the death grip she had on me with her legs and I heard her say in a voice husky with desire. "Baby, I've got to get your cock inside me. Now!"
I was startled. I had been so concentrated on bringing Mom to an orgasm that the world could have come to an end and I wouldn't have noticed.
"But, you haven't cum yet," I told her.
"I can't even begin to count the number of times you made me cum last night," Mom replied. "I swear that I am still lightheaded from all the excitement."
I pulled my face from between Mom's legs and shuffled my forward until my cock was directly over her mound. "Give me that pillow," I said.
Mom handed me the extra pillow and immediately lifted her hips so I could slide it under her hips. This definitely wasn't her first rodeo. She'd "been there; done that."
When she settled her backside into the pillow, all I had to do was back up just a hair and my cock was lined up with those open, engorged pussy lips. I pushed forward and the head of my cock entered Mom's fuck channel. I paused to let her get used to my girth before I pushed another inch inside of that hot channel.
"Ohhhh," Mom moaned. "You are sooooo much bigger around than your dad. It feels like you are trying to shove a telephone pole in me."
"We can stop anytime you want to, Mom." I didn't want to withdraw my cock from inside her love canal, but I would have if she'd told me to.
Mom shook her head. "No," she groaned. "Just take it easy until my pussy adjusts to your cock being inside me."
I pushed slowly, pausing each time for a second or two before inserting my dick a bit further inside the hot, melting oven of her love. It seemed like an eternity had passed before I found myself buried balls deep inside my mom.
I pulled back out until just the tip was all that remained inside Mom. Then I went back in. Only one stroke this time and I was all the way in. One very unhurried stroke.
I repeated this process several times, not wanting to hurt Mom in any way whatsoever. Then Mom began moving with me, our matching thrusts gradually picking up speed until we were fucking like rabbits.
Faster than a speeding locomotive, my balls would crash against her ass, withdraw and then back in balls deep. Mom's grunting matched the rhythm of our i****tuous perversion. "Unh...unh...unh," she grunted over and over again.
I paused for a few seconds to delay my impending orgasm before continuing to pound Mom's pussy with wild abandon. "Don't stop, baby," she pleaded. "I'm almost there."
"So am I," I said, my voice low and raspy. "So am I."
"I can feel you swelling up inside..." Mom said just before her body took control of her senses.
I pulled Mom's legs up until her ankles were resting on my shoulders. I pushed her feet together and began sucking on both of her big toes at the same time. Our bodies truly became as one when we both began trembling uncontrollably at almost the same time. My balls lurched and I began squirting my love juices deep inside her love canal.
Mom's body seemed to be twisting and turning in several directions at the same time. Her vaginal muscles massaged my cock with its rhythmic contractions, forcing even more white molten lava up and inside her. I must have squirted a dozen times before my cock stopped firing.
Mom's movements had all but stopped. We were both exhausted. I stayed inside Mom, still sucking on her toes until my cock became limp enough that it would no longer stay inside her. I stopped sucking and her legs fell back to the bed. I rolled off her and onto my back, unable to move.
When my euphoric trance subsided enough to allow my thought processes to begin to function one again, I turned towards Mom and said, "Wow!"
Mom looked happier and more content than I could ever remember seeing her. She just lay there beside me, sighing repeatedly. Finally she reached out her hand and caressed my face. I felt more love being conveyed through that simple little gesture than I ever felt before.
Finally, Mom spoke. "That was incredible, baby. No man has ever made me cum like that until last night and today."
"I want to continue making you happy, Mom," I told her. "And not just in bed, either."
Mom smiled and kissed me on the end of my nose. "If you expend as much effort in everything else you do, I have no doubt that you will."
I pulled Mom close to me and hugged her tightly. "I have just one question, Mom."
"Over the years, you had to have felt my hard cock against your butt most every time we laid down together to watch a movie. Up until last night, you totally ignored it. Why?"
Mom wiggled out of my hold and looked me in the eye. "Lots of times, Terry, I wanted to start something between you and I but, like I said yesterday, I was faithful. Above all else, I was faithful to your dad. Then when he came home and told me he'd found someone else, I figured it no longer mattered." She reached down and lightly squeezed my cum encrusted cock. "I will never consider what we did last night and this morning as being unfaithful to your dad. Nor will I consider what we do in the future as being unfaithful. He's out of my life for good."
In the future? Did she say, "In the future?" My mind reeled with the knowledge that Mom was willing to continue in this i****tuous affair. I hoped it would continue forever!
"So this is not a one time thing, then?" I asked.
"No, sweetheart," Mom said as her hand rode up and down my quickly hardening cock. It lurched into diamond cutting sex tool when she whispered, "You're the man of the house now. And I will never ever let you forget it."
Mom squeezed my cock again and then rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs wide and held them up with a hand behind each knee. "Come on over," she said "and fulfill your husbandly duties."
I gladly obliged her.
We continued our love affair for another forty years. We made love at least twice a week up until about a month before Mom passed away. No one in our community or our church ever suspected a thing. If they did, we didn't hear about it. Not that we would have give a damn.
Other than Mom passing, there is only one sad note to this affair. No matter how hard we tried, we were never able to have c***dren.