Mom Has Her Ups and DownsbyMikelh©
We hadn't fought in ten days, but she probably didn't realize it. When you see someone everyday, it takes a while to see them change. I knew that my attitude was different, so I was surprised when I reverted to my old ways.
I said, "Deena is picking me up, so I'll be late, if I come home." I'd been spending quite a few nights at Deena's, who had just gotten a divorce.
My mother took the bait as she often did and muttered, "I don't know what you see in her, a twenty-five year old that goes out with boys."
My old self heard, 'Why don't you go out with a decent girl instead of that slut.' And so in a knee-jerk reaction I said, "What is it with you Lorraine?" I exaggerated her name because she didn't like me to use it. "Do you want me to be like you, going nowhere, doing nothing, never getting laid?"
She was infuriated and she raised her hand. In my whole life my mother had never hit me, but I moved my face closer to her hand, daring her. She didn't do it. I had said it because I knew that she had lately moved into a separate room from Phillip, my step-father, and my old self knew that it would needle her.
She said, "What do want from me, you're driving me crazy. Why do you hate me? Tell me...tell me... I can't stand it anymore; you're always so mean to me and all I do is love you and try to do everything I can, so tell me what you want me to do, so we don't have to do all this fighting and..." I could see her anger turn to sadness as her eyes filled.
My 'new' self was immediately sorry and couldn't believe that I had got sucked in to say that. I touched her arm and said, "Don't cry Lorraine...mom. It's not your fault, it's mine." The strange words coming from my mouth stopped her and she just looked at me. I hesitated before deciding to confide in her, and then I said, "I've thought a lot about this and I think I know what it's all about. And I know what I want from you...and maybe you do too."
Her look was questioning and wary when she said, "...what?" I touched her face and she didn't know what to do or say, and then I stroked down her neck until I reach her breast and gently fondled it. She didn't yell or get crazy and that was surprising. She slowly moved my hand off and said, "Oh God, no, John...you can't want that from me...tell me that's not it."
I said, "I can't mom. It is what I want. I want you, and I know it now. It's all these mixed up feelings that's been making me so miserable to you. Mom I don't hate you...I love you. It may not be the way a son is supposed to love his mother, but I love you."
I don't think I ever saw her eyes so wide. There it was, out in the open. After years of showing her contempt, I told my mother that I loved her, and wanted to have sex with her. That's a big gap. You know how on TV how actors exaggerate and show surprise by standing there with their mouth open, well that's how mom was looking at me, and she wasn't acting. After the moment of stunned silence passed she said, "My God John, what...I never imagined anything like this...you think I knew...?" She searched my eyes and said, "John, I didn't...how could I?"
I thought for a minute and said, "Yeah, you're probably right. I just figured that since I felt it, you must have picked up on it. I'm probably still putting my own feelings on you." Since I'd already opened the door to the taboo subject, I walked through and said, "It's so strange mom, I can't believe that I'm almost twenty and I didn't realize it myself until lately, but I guess you always turned me on, even if I didn't admit it. I never let myself feel it, but I always thought that you were sexy." Looking at the expression of confusion on my mother's face I said, "Oh fuck...I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry for giving you grief all this time, I'm sorry I said any of this to you...you probably think I'm sick...forget it."
She said, "No, baby...maybe you're just confused, maybe you should see somebody."
I said, "You know something, that's the weirdest part of this, I don't feel as there's anything wrong with me, and I'm not sorry I feel this way. Since I realized all this, I actually feel good, I feel good loving you, and I feel good wanting you. The part that doesn't feel good is that you'll never love me."
She said, "I'll always love you John, but not...I don't know how you could...maybe I did something without realizing it, maybe I led you to think that..."
I stopped her and said, "No mom, you didn't do anything; none of this is your fault...I did this all on my own." There was quiet for a moment and I said, "You know, I think the best thing for me to do is leave; I'm going to get a room on campus. I guess Alex can give me some more hours printing..."
She said, "No you're working enough; you won't have time to study. No baby, we can work this out..."
I said, "How?"
She said, "I don't know...I have no idea right now, but I know I don't want you to leave."
I thought about it and said, "Okay, I just won't say anything about this anymore."
Mom said, "No, that's not going to solve anything. Look, I was taken aback when you told me, but I'm not a prude, we can talk about it, I just need to get used to...how you feel." She let out a breath and raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not every day that a mother hears that from her son."
I smiled back at her and said, "No, I guess not."
Well, we didn't talk about for a long while, and our relationship changed radically, for better, and for worse. The fighting was over, but the strain, and the quiet, and the looks, put a barrier between us. In a way, we were closer when we were yelling. Whenever our eyes met, I thought she was thinking about me wanting to screw her. And if that's what she thought, well, she was probably right. I did want to screw her, and more than that, make love to her.
What helped was talking about an idea I had for us to make some money on our own. Mom worked a low paying job and Phillip was as cheap as they come, spending most of his money on himself and his other women. He was doing the usual male menopause thing, younger and younger women. Mom was fed up enough to move out of his bedroom, but not enough to move out of his house, which by the way, I never missed an opportunity to encourage her to do.
For about three years I'd worked for a screen-printer named Alex and had learned enough to think I could do it on my own. Since mom was an art major and could draw really well, I suggested that we design some tee-shirts and see if we could sell them to stores, or on the Web. We talked about it endlessly, coming up with different ideas. We decided to illustrate the funny one-liners you see on bumper stickers and do some k**s shirts too.
We gave it a shot since it wouldn't cost anything until we actually had to print. Working together brought us closer, and I was finding more reasons to touch her on the arm or leg or back, telling her what a great job she was doing. At first I could sense wariness, but after a while, my hands on her became routine and she began to respond in kind. It all felt affectionate and I don't think that at that time it was sexual for her as it was for me. I'd grab her thigh playfully, or tap her on her bottom. The first time, she gave me a look, but again, it became routine. I'd say, "Nice drawing Lo-rainee," but I'd think of how good her body felt.
We tossed around names for the business and mom jokingly said, "Your first initial is Jay, and a nickname for Lorraine is Lo, so how about Jay-Lo's?" We decided on "Totally Tees as the official name, but between us, we always called it 'Jay-Lo's.'
After a month, we came up with twenty designs for adults and five for k**s and I went to Alex. Since tee-shirts weren't his business, he let me make samples. We took them to some local stores and sent some out. I can't tell you how excited we were when we actually got orders. And they were almost all for the same shirts. There was one for k**s where mom had done with the alphabet all over the shirt, with a****ls under the letters. And the drawings were great that she did for the shirts that said, 'Your Village Called, They Want Their Idiot Back,' and 'Official Member of the Piss and Moan Club.'
We rented a small barn and set it up with some used machines that Alex sold us, and we had enough orders to keep us busy and make some money. I think that feeling of independence was what made mom finally decide that she'd had enough of Phillip. Within two months we moved out and rented a small house near the barn. I liked the feeling of living with my mother in 'our' house.
When I was younger I was into photography, so I took some pictures that we included in designs for some of the Tees. I'd always taken lots of pictures, so my mother was used to me with a camera. She always encouraged me and wanted me to take a course but I liked learning it on my own. I shot everything including her. Most of the shots weren't posed; she'd just do whatever she was doing and I'd click. So when I was shooting her one day and she went into her bedroom and I followed her with the camera, she wasn't surprised. She said what she usually said, "Oh John, I'm such a mess, do you have to do that now?"
And I said, what I always say, "Yes." Then I said, "Mom, would you do something for me?"
She said, "Of course."
I said, "Let me take some 'Cheesecake' of you."
She said, "Oh John come on, why would you want to do that?"
I said, "Because I'd like to have it." She looked at me. I added, "Just for myself, I'm not going to show it to anyone." She shook her head in an 'Oh alright' gesture. I said, "Sit on the edge of the bed and lift your skirt." She gave me that look again and lifted her dress to mid thigh and made a silly face. I laughed and took a few shots hoping the boner I was developing wasn't showing. I couldn't help thinking about what was farther up between those creamy thighs.
Mom's got a full body. She's not overweight, no matter how much she complains about it, but she curves where a woman is supposed to, and a little more in the tit department. When I asked her to lean back on her hands, she undid the two top buttons and sat back so that her tits protruded more provocatively than I expected. She said, "Is that what you want?"
I said, "Oh that's great,"
She smiled and shook her head as she sat up and said, "That's enough of that."
I said, "Come on mom, you said you weren't a prude."
She said, "I'm not."
I said, "So show me...do this for me mom...take off your dress and let me shoot you in your bra and panties." She said, "Are you k**ding?"
I said, "Come on, you show more at the beach."
Hands on hips, she said, "Oh boy," in mock exasperation and then took off her dress. She sat back down and said quietly, "Okay?"
I said, "Okay," and clicked as fast as I could. Her bra and panties were black. The top half of the bra was lacy and there was enough tit showing to give me a full blown hard-on. The bottom half was solid so her nipples didn't show. Her panties were also opaque, so I couldn't see anything more than the shape of her mound.
After only a minute or two she got up and put her dress back on and said, "Done."
I said, "Thank you Lo-rrainee," and gave her a salute.
She raised her eyebrows at me with an enigmatic expression as she shook her head and said, "I don't know..."
That night we were sitting together watching TV and her bare thigh was close to me. I rested my hand against it and moved slowly against the soft skin. I did it for a minute and got stimulated enough to move my fingers under her shorts. Mom said softly, "John, please don't." I stopped.
The next morning at breakfast, we talked a little about getting an order out and then I said, "Mom, I decided that I am going to live on campus; I can get a deal to room with someone I know and it's not going to cost that much. I think that's best."
She said, "Are you moving in with a guy, or a girl?"
I laughed, "A guy, I've been spending so much time on the shirts, I haven't been out for a while."
Mom said, "What about Deena?"
I said, "That's done; it didn't really work out."
Mom said, "I'm sorry...and I'm not."
I laughed," At least you're honest."
She said, "I want you to be with someone...your own age, but I don't think she's for you."
I could have said a lot of things, especially about the 'Your own age' bit, but all I said was, "Yeah mom."
Then she sort of muttered, "First Phillip abandons me, and now..."
I said, "I'm not abandoning you; if anything..." I stopped going down that road and said,"It's not that far, and I'll come home on weekends to help with the printing; I'm only a phone call away."
She said, "I know, but it's so nice being with you; you've been so sweet and I'll miss you terribly."
I said, "I'll miss you too mom, but this is just too hard for me right now."
She knew what I was talking about and said, "Okay baby, I understand...it's hard for me too, knowing that I make you unhappy."
I said, "Mom, don't say that; it's not true. I told you before, I'm glad that I love you...I think I just need to be away for a while."
She kissed me and said, "Okay sweetheart."
Then I said, "Mom, would you do one thing for me before I go?"
She said, "What honey?"
I said, "Let me take one picture of you...nude?"
She took a deep breath and said, "Oh John...how can I be nude in front of you?"
I said, "Well, you just take off your clothes." She laughed, and I added, "And you know that it's someone who loves you that's taking the picture."
She took a deep breath and said, "Just one, and I don't want it on your computer or on your camera, one print and that's it, okay?"
I said, "Sure mom."
We went to the bedroom and as she took off her dress off she said, "Turn around." It seemed strange to me that she was about to be naked in front of me, but didn't want me to watch her take off her bra and panties. But, I turned around anyway. When she said 'Okay,' I turned to see her in a similar pose to the one I had taken earlier. She was on the edge of the bed with her hands behind her and completely nude.
I was awestruck. Her tits were amazing; full and heavy, sitting on her chest but with nipples still high enough to defy her thirty-nine years. The areola were large and perfectly round with tips that were erect. All that creamy skin in a curvaceous line from head to toe invited my eyes to caress it. Her long legs were together, so what was visible was the top patch of trimmed hair. I wanted to tell her to open her legs so that I could see her clit and the lips of her pussy, but I knew that would be pushing it too far. I was already seeing what I thought I never would. Her face was turned sideways and she wouldn't meet my eyes, so I was free to revel in her body before taking the picture.
She said, "Come on, take it," and I took the shot. Again she said, "Turn around," and then got dressed.
When she was done, I said, "Mom that was a beautiful thing you did for me, and you are so beautiful, I can't even tell you."
I could sense her discomfort when she said, "Okay, but nobody sees it, right?"
I said, "Of course mom."
She said, "Okay."
It was terrible having that picture. It drove me fucking crazy. I could look at the body I wanted so badly but couldn't have. No matter how much I fantasized or masturbated, I couldn't get enough. Finally I stopped looking at it for long periods of time, until I just had to take it out.
We talked more on the phone than we ever had, but coming home weekends was a double-edged sword. I wanted to be with her, and look at her, and smell her, but I also wanted more. She was always happy to see me, and she seemed to hold me longer and closer each time. One night I asked her dance with me while some music was playing. She had to know that I had a hard-on as she rubbed up against me.
The business was going well and we even had enough to hire a part time person to screen the shirts. Getting out from under our financial burdens allowed us to talk about other things. We considered the future and I asked her why she hadn't gone out since leaving Phillip. She said, "I'm not ready to get into that scene. Right now I'm happy being in the new house and fixing it up, and doing Jay-Lo's...I'll get to the other stuff when I get to it. How's it going with your new girlfriend?"
I said, "Oh, Wendy, I see her once in a while, but it's not going to go anywhere."
Mom said, "No? She seemed nice that day she came over to see the barn...she's a little older than you isn't she?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah, a little, she's almost thirty, but she's not old enough for me mom...I like mature women."
She hesitated and then said, "Why John?"
With a wry smile I said, "You know why mom, because of you."
We'd been avoiding the subject, so I was surprised but glad when she said, "Yes I guess I do know, but honey, you can't hold on to that fantasy, I'm twice your age, and I feel like I'm getting older by the day...and I'm your mother. Baby, baby, baby, this is something that can't be. I think about it so much, about how much I want you to be happy, about what I could do to help you..."
I said, "Mom, I'm okay, really, it's not so terrible to love your mother. Don't worry so much, we're doing okay, and things will work themselves out. Now what about Lorraine? What's going to make you happy?"
She said, "Oh I don't know, nothing exotic, just to feel good about myself, have someone who loves me."
"You have that mom." I touched her hand and she touched my face and said, "Oh Johnny..."
That night we celebrated a big order we had gotten out and we drank a lot of wine. Was it accidental that mom drank more than I'd ever seen? Was it accidental that she sat by me at dinner and became affectionate enough to be touching me with almost every word she said, or that she asked me, "What should we do now?"
I was feeling loose enough to say, "Mom, you know those scarves that I always used to buy you on all your birthdays?"
She said, "Sure baby, I kept them all."
I said, "I know mom; I even know where you keep them." I kissed her neck and said, "I bought them for your pretty neck, but let me show you something I keep thinking about them."
She said, "What?"
I said, "Come, I'll show you." I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom."
I said, "Sit, and I'll show you my scarf dream." She sat on the bed.
I reached to the bottom drawer of her night table and took out a handful of the scarves. Mom looked at me glassily as I lifted her hand and wrapped a scarf around her wrist. I could hear her breathing get deeper as she said, "John...?" But she didn't stop me when I tied her wrist to the bed. All I could hear were her breaths as I urged her to lie back and then fastened her other wrist. I took a scarf and let it slide over her breast and down her leg. I tied one of her ankles. I let my hand glide to the inside of her thigh and she caught her breath, but I stopped short of her pussy.
I brought another scarf over her body and then down to her free ankle. She writhed a little as her legs spread when I got the last scarf fastened. Seeing my mother completely clothed but spread-eagled didn't do anything to ease the hard-on I had developed tying her down.
I said, "This is what I imagine when I think that you'll won't let me love you." Her eyes were closed; her head was turned so that one cheek was on the pillow and I lightly kissed her vulnerable neck. She didn't say anything. I touched her tit with one finger and circled her nipple for a minute or two before touching the tip. Even over her bra and top, I could feel it expand.
My mother's response was a soft, "John...John..." The sound had a hint of anxiety in it.
After that gentle touching, it must have shook her a bit when I pushed up her dress hard enough to slide it under ass until it gathered at her waist. She said, "OH," but still didn't open her eyes. I touched her pussy with my fingers over her panties. I could hear the brisling sound from the small patch of bush, and then I slid two fingers lower, over the soft lips of her pussy. She made a whiney sound as I stroked. I could feel the moisture begin to seep through her nylon panties.
I pulled her panties down far enough to expose my mother's pussy, but her tied legs didn't allow them to go lower than her thighs. I kissed the exposed skin above her patch and she whimpered, "Ohhh...I can't..." She began undulating as soon as my mouth rested on her velvety lips. My tongue opened the sticky slit and she said, "Oh no, John...God..." I licked inside her; her juices were honey to me. When I contacted the hood over her clit with the flat of my tongue, she began her litany of "Oh John...oh John..." that continued as I found my way under the thin skin to expose her clit.
Mom's movements became more extreme as I sucked and circled her tender clit. I hadn't really tied her tightly, and in her thrashing, one of her hands slipped out of the stretched out scarf. She grabbed my hair and squeezed, but she didn't pull my head back. I sucked her clit between my lips and lashed it with my tongue. It was only a moment later that she let out a cry of, "I'm coming...oh God, I'm coming...AAaiiieeeee..." After catching her breath, she yelled out 'OOOOhHHHHHhhhhh...." and closed her eyes tightly as if a second wave had hit her. I'd only been sucking her clit for a couple of minutes, but she came hard. As she finished, her sounds tapered to, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
When she quieted, I untied her and she rolled to her side without facing me. I stroked her back. I had felt so good, eating my mother's pussy, and watching her come so hard, that I indulged my typical male ego and said, "Do you usually come like that or..."
The first words she uttered since it had all started were, "No...it was you." Then she started to cry.
I said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that."
She said, "It's not what you said...I'm just upset...and confused...I just let you do something...unnatural..." She cried softly and I put my arms around her and spooned against her.
I said, "Mom, there's nothing unnatural about being physical with the person you love. We're not k**s, and it's over between you and Phillip. How long haven't you slept with him?"
There was silence and then she said, "A long time."
I said, "Mom, do you love me?"
Whatever effect the wine had was gone and she said, "It's not about that, and you know it...we're talking about i****t, we're talking about a mother and her son...you know what we're talking about."
"Mom," I said, "You may not believe this, but I don't think we're doing anything wrong."
She said, "I wish I didn't."
I said, "Do you?"
And she said, "Yes." I stroked her back and rested my hand on the smooth bare skin of her ass. She didn't move, but she said, "John, please...I need to be alone." As I left, I heard her muffled crying into the pillow."
So instead of feeling good about having some semblance of sex with my mother, I was feeling bad. And it didn't get much better the next day; her sadness felt like a weight on both of us. She walked like a zombie and hardly said a word. I went back to school wondering if she'd ever want me to come home again, but I left with the memory of her taste in my mouth.
I didn't have to wait long to find out if she wanted me home anymore. Before class the next morning, she called. She said, "Johnny..." and then there was a silence.
I said, "Are you okay mom?"
"Yes honey...I just can't talk over the phone...when can you come home, we can't leave what happened hanging in the air."
I said, "Tomorrow, I only have an early morning class. I can be home by noon and then stay the night until ten the next morning. Is that okay?"
She said, "Yes honey...thanks."
I got excited and said, "I can't wait to see you."
She said, "Johnny...we can't do that again." I didn't say anything and she said, "So I'll see you tomorrow?"
I said, "Sure mom, around noon."
She said, "I love you John."
And I said, "I love you too."
When I got home, she was in pretty bad shape. She didn't have to tell me that she hadn't slept in two nights, but I could see that she was trying to keep it together. She said, "Johnny I'm sick about all this. My stomach hurts so much I can't stand it; I feel as if my throat won't stay open enough for me to swallow, or even to breathe." At that she tried to catch her breath. She ran her hand through her hair. She said, "Johnny do you have that picture?" I didn't have to ask which one.
I went to my bag and brought it to her. She took it and started tearing it to pieces. As the pieces got smaller she got frustrated, and in a last attempt to shred it, her hands flew apart and she yelled "AHhhhh..." as the pieces fell to the floor. Then as if all the air had been let out of her, she softly started crying. What I could make out from under her breath was, "I should have stopped you," or "I could have stopped you," or both.
I said, "Mom, mom, it's okay..." and touched her arm to try and comfort her.
She said slowly, "Don't you understand? What we did can't be undone, it's forever, it's always going to be in our heads, always between us...what's going to happen to us...?"
I tried to be calm and let my voice soothe her. I said, "Mom, maybe this isn't the time to talk about why it happened. Let's just talk about what we can do now. Mom, you've accelerated this into a catastrophic event; it isn't. I'll let it go if you want me to. I won't look at you that way. For me, only a beautiful thing happened, and if that's the end of it, then I'll go back to the way we were, and it'll just be something from the past that disappears into the thin air. Nothing happened the way you're thinking about it. It was just an incident, only an incident ...that's all."
She came to me with her arms squeezing herself and her hands across her chest. I put my arms around her and enveloped her as she put he put her face on my chest. She stopped crying and I said, "Mom, all those questions you have about the future, I have them too. But the reality is that we can just do the best we can now, and let the future take care of itself."
She said, "I know you're right, but I have all these feelings, and they're fighting with each other."
I said, "You mean like we used to fight?"
She laughed, lightening the mood.
I said, "Sometimes we live for a while with opposite feelings until we can sort them out, right?"
She said, "When did you get so smart?"
I said, "I actually learned a lot from Deena, and I'm taking a course in it."
She laughed again and said,"John, I love you." It was the first time she said that kind of 'I love you.' She must have heard the difference too because she pulled her head back and looked into my eyes and said as if she was surprised, "It's true...I do love you." I leaned toward her and we kissed.
In the movie, "The Princess Bride," they talk about the top kisses in history. Well, in my life, this one topped them all. It was sweet, and loving, and passionate, and everything the other kisses weren't. It struck me as odd that that I had given my mother oral sex, and yet this was our first kiss. Like poetry that says more than the words themselves, the kiss said more than the physical connection of our lips.
When it ended mom said, "I'm glad you came; I feel better now."
I said, "I'm glad mom."
I went back to school and we talked every day. We were open to each other and when I told her how I loved her, she didn't shut me down. She listened. She could even say things like, "I realize now that I should be proud that you love me that way, because you make me feel desired, and I haven't felt that in a long time." She could even kiss me in a way that said she understood.
About a month before the school year ended, we were in the barn working together when mom said, "John, do you think you could move back in, I miss you, and I need you here."
I said, "If that's what you want mom."
She said, "That's what I want."
I said, "Mom, am I getting my signals crossed, or are we talking about the same thing here?"
Her eyes were downcast but she had the courage to say, "We're talking about the same thing."
I said, "Mom, are you sure you're ready for this?"
She said, "No, I'm not sure, but that's what I want." After a deep breath she said, "John, I love you, and I think I love you the way you love me, and I think what's scaring me the most lately is that I keep forgetting the reasons why we shouldn't be together...the way you want us to be. It's just all so crazy...but everything is crazy. Just give me time baby. I don't know how much I'm ready for, but I want to try...I want to try and be happy with you."
My answer was a kiss that was as sweet as our first one, followed by more. We shut off the machine and I threw a few of the blankets that covered the printers on the floor. I sat and reached my hand up to her, my look told her that I wasn't going to push her. She sat by me and we kissed some more. Her tongue played with mine and I didn't touch her until she touched me. She moved her hand along my hardness and I said, "That's how much I love you."
She said, "I'm glad." I fondled her breasts and she took me out of my pants. When my mother's lips first touched the skin of my dick, I could feel the love in her heart. When she took the first suck and came up my shaft with a soft moan, I could feel the love in my heart. Wasn't it about sex? Of course it was; the sensations of a woman's mouth on me were as exciting as I could have imagined. But a mother was sucking on her son's cock, and that made it so much more. My mother was sucking on me, and that was everything.
She held the base of my rod and two of her fingers were on my balls. She sucked up and down sometimes pausing on the head to suck it, or use her tongue on it. It wasn't studied or scripted or planned. Everything she did came out of her urges at the moment.
I took off her tee shirt, unhooking her bra, freeing the heavy globes that hung and swayed as she mouthed me. I took one in my hand and massaged it through my fingers. I thought that my mother had the best tits I'd ever felt. I put her slightly puffy areola between my fingers and then gently pulled on the tip of her nipple. I wanted to suck on them but I was in no position to do it. I awkwardly reached over her shorts and touched her pussy. Mom didn't hide her excitement. My mother was blowing her son, and for the first time I sensed that she was not ashamed. I loved the feeling that she was doing what she wanted to be doing, and she was doing it to me.
I changed position enough so that I could feed her my cock and easily move in and out of her mouth. Her soft lips closed around the shaft as I slid between them. The warm wetness of her mouth felt so good that whenever she pulled back and licked me, I quickly returned to it. At times she sucked hard, taking the spongy head between her lips. Her ardor and excitement mad me feel desired and made me want her even more.
When I was in my mother's mouth and she was sucking on me, I thought that was about the best feeling I could ever have, and even then, I still had a great urge to turn her, and put her on her back so I could strip her, open her legs and drive into her pussy. I wanted to finally be in that forbidden opening where I knew my greatest pleasure would lie, embedded, deep inside my mother's center.
But I sensed that she wasn't ready to have her son in that place, and that I would have to wait until she was ready to have me there, meanwhile enjoying the sensations of her sucking on me, and loving me with her mouth.
And that was where she wanted me to come, and that's what she told me. She cupped my balls and massaged them and breathlessly said the most unbelievable thing I ever thought a son could hear from his mother. She said, "Come in mommy's mouth baby, come for me, give me your sperm, your love..." With that she sucked hard, up and down, while stroking the part of the shaft that wasn't in her mouth. I didn't have much choice about coming once she did that to me. I said, "Yes mom, I'm coming, I'm COMING IN YOUR MOUTH, OHhhh Mom...MMMMmmaaa..."
Jolts of cum spurted into my mother's mouth and I lost the control I usually had when I came. My eyes shut tight from the intensity of my releases and I kept saying, "OH MOM..." as I repeatedly shot cords of sperm between her lips. She tried to catch her breath but I kept coming and she couldn't keep it all in her mouth. When she took me between her lips, I had two final spasms and mom still sucked me for a while after I finished, leaving my shaft shiny with her saliva.
I said, "Mom you have no idea what you just did to me."
She gave a small laugh and wiped her lips and said, "Well I have some idea...it's probably like what you did to me the first time you took me in your mouth. I may have been confused that night, but I never doubted what you made me feel."
I caught my breath and said, "Let's see if we can do that again." She let me take her shorts and panties off. I opened her legs and sucked on her clit until she came. We were definitely done working. We went into the house and when it was time for bed I wanted to go with her, but she didn't invite me so I didn't say anything.
I woke up late and we shared a cup of coffee and I said, "I don't want to go back today...maybe I'll stay."
She said, "I don't want you to go, but you're going...you're not going to end up like me, with a lousy paying job. But you'll be back tonight, with your stuff, won't you?"
I laughed, "Oh you can count on that. And talking about your job, I think you should quit. Jay-Lo's is making enough for you to work at it full time, don't you think?"
She said, "Oh wow...maybe it could work baby. I'll look at the numbers. I guess if I spent more time at it, we could have more designs...we'll talk about it when you get back."
We had oral sex for weeks and no matter how much I wanted to, I never pushed her for more. I knew that the final obstacle to completing our relationship would have to be overcome by her. I'll admit that I was starting to get impatient when weeks turned to months.
The strange thing about the way it happened was that it wasn't in a moment of passion, or after drinking, or by my urging that we finally got to it. She just decided. We were on the bed talking after having oral sex when started smiling. I said, "What are you smiling about?"
She said, "I'm going to fuck you now." That from a woman who never curses. She said, "I want you inside me, I've wanted you inside me for a long time."
I certainly didn't want to dissuade her, but I still said, "Are you sure mom?"
She said, "Sure enough to have started taking the pill."
She surprised me by getting up quickly and putting her leg over me. Her smooth ass rested on my thighs. She smiled at me while she used her hand to make me hard. It didn't take long. She raised herself and positioned my cock to receive her pussy. She eased down on it and threw her head back when the length of the shaft slid up into her. She said, "Ahhhh..." and I exhaled at the same time with the feeling that if all the waiting I had done was just for that one long stroke up into my mother's pussy, it was all worth it.
I moved and thrust up to meet her and she said, "You're inside me...Ohhh...and it's good, so good baby...Oh yes, yes, yes...inside me, inside me." And I also thought 'Yes, yes...feel it now and remember it, because nothing is ever going to feel as good as being inside your mother's pussy.' I brought up my hips to penetrate deeply into that wondrous warmth and after a few more strokes, unexpectedly, she came. A long surprising cry escaped he lips as if she didn't know she was about to come. She said, "AHHHH...JOHNEEEEE..." and she rode me while a long high-pitched cry escaped from her mouth which was curved in an expression of thunderstruck pleasure. She looked at me wide eyed and laughed when she finished saying, "My God, where did that come from?"
I ran my fingers from her pussy to her heart and said, "From here to here."
She said, "Wow," and moved on me.
I said, "Yeah mom, do that, don't stop."
I was hard inside her and as she moved, she began getting excited again. She said, "I love you Johnny, but I'm worried, I think about us all the time now." She kept fucking me as she talked.
I said, "What are you worried about?"
She said, "Am I going to be enough for you, are you going to want a younger woman, are you going to leave me...?"
As she began to raise and lower herself on me, I made her do it very slowly. I spoke to her as her gentle stroking massaged us both. I said, "Mom, I know you're worried about the future, our future. Mom you're the one I want. When I kissed other girls, it was your lips I wanted." I took her tits in my hands and said, "When I touched other girls, it was these that I wanted, when I was inside them, I was thinking about you...it was always you."
She said, "Oh John..." as she moved up and down on me a little faster.
I said, "You just have to imagine any and all possibilities, whether they happen or not. Mom, can you see a future where we always love each other?"
She said, "Yes baby, I can," as I pushed up in her pussy a little deeper.
I said, "Can you Imagine being my bride, marrying me, being my wife?"
She said, "Yes love, yes." She pressed her fingers into my chest and I could hear her wetness as her sex was repeatedly opened by my rock-hard pole.
I said, "Can you feel yourself having my baby, with your breasts swollen with milk, and your belly filled with our love?"
She said, "Oh...yes darling, YES..." With that she moved hard and fast, pumping myself into her. She cried out, "I'm coming baby, mommy's coming...OH...OH...come with me love, COME...COME..." I used my hips to piston my shaft into my mother's pussy and before I could tell her, the first cord of my sperm shot into her belly. Her voice smiled and said, "YES, YES, YES..." as I turned her to her back and mounted her to finish. My thrusts were powerful and I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't help driving hard and deep to penetrate as far as I could into my mother's pussy.
I needn't have worried because the pleasure was evident on her face. She said, "Yes baby, like that, like that, fill mommy, God yes, oh Johnny..." I gave her the full length of me and she responded by grabbing at me and writhing until a crescendo of both our cries of coming filled the room. I gave my mother my love, filling her with the proof of it until we both were spent.
As we rested in each other's arms, I let my fingers softly glide over her breasts and body saying, "Lorraine..." as gently as I'd ever said it, and "Mom..." as lovingly as I'd ever felt it.
I could hear the emotion in my mother's voice when she said, "This is forever, isn't it love?
I said, "Yes mom, it's forever...and by the way, you owe me a picture." She laughed before giving me the best kiss.