I said, “Well if it’s anything like I like – it’s everything.”
She smiled and said, “You know what I mean.”
I said, “Yes I do.” I reached across and took her nipple between my fingers over the tee shirt and bra. Her eyes opened wide as I pressed my fingers together and said, “I also know that if you’re a bad girl you get spanked…or worse…until you learn to be a good girl. Do you know that?”
She closed her eyes and said, “Yes…sir.” I let go of her nipple and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. We looked at each for a long moment and mom said, “Do you want to go for pizza…or…?” We decided on’ ‘Or,’ and finally went to eat about two hours later. When she asked me if I was moving back home, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to rush it, so I said it might be better if we waited.
The next weeks were a whirlwind. I had more sex than I ever had in my life and we talked more in nineteen days than we had in nineteen years. After almost two months of sleeping over each other’s apartment, mom said, “Couldn’t we have one place Bobby? We could save eight hundred dollars a month, it would be so much easier, and…I want you with me all the time.”
I didn’t need convincing, so I said, “Sure mom, but you move in with me, my place is bigger and it need less work.” She jumped at me and kissed me. It was nice to see her happy. We spent the rest of my winnings decorating and fixing, but with saving one rent, we were okay. And with only a few yelling matches while we painted and stripped the wallpaper, we had fun. The only blowout we had ended up with both of us throwing things at each other and laughing. We got paint all over the sheets that night.
That was the first time we only made love. I mean it was the first time there wasn’t any of our usual fucking going on, no spanking, no dress-up, no games. It was nice to be able to do both.
Mom was reading something on the bed with her back against the headboard. I sat in front of her and lifted her top. I reached behind and undid her bra. I marveled at her breasts as she smiled. Unhurriedly I began to touch them with my fingers. I looked at every inch of gorgeous flesh down to each little bump on her nipples. I cupped both tits and felt how heavy they were. I caressed them, massaged them and fondled them. At that point, mom started laughing. I was almost too busy to notice. I said, “Am I tickling you?”
She was still laughing when she said, “No, it just struck me as so bizarre. I’m sitting here and my son is feeling me up and playing with my tits. And the craziest thing is, it seems like the most natural thing in world.”
I said, “Yeah, and these are the most beautiful natural things in the world.” I circled one tit and lifted it to my mouth to suck on the nipple. Mom closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I stayed on her tits for a long time, undressing us both completely as I massaged and gazed at her voluptuous flesh. Finally I made her sit on my thighs and we kissed, belly to belly.
We kissed for a long time and mom’s mouth was warm and full of endearments. Her tongue was soft as her vaginal folds, which I teased with a light finger. When we came up for air I told her that I couldn’t imagine a better woman for me, or a better mother. She folded herself into my arms and said, “I never thought it could be like this.”
I said, “You know that it’s been about more than just sex for me mom, don’t you?”
She said, “Oh sweetie, I hoped so, because it is for me.” And with a tone of wonder she said, “We love each other, don’t we?”
I laughed and said, “Yes, we love each other mom.” It was true, as ridiculous as it might sound; I had fallen in love with my mother. I cupped her breast again and suckled the nipple until I popped it out of my mouth. She giggled. I ran my hand along the curve of her tit and hip and thigh and said, “You’re amazing.”
She moved back on my thighs, and my cock, which had been trying on its own to find mom’s hole while she sat on it, sprang. She put her fist around my shaft and said grinning, “No, this is amazing.” I looked at her. She said, “No really, it is so thick. Take it from me, I know…” She stopped; she saw the look on my face. I didn’t want to hear about anybody else and she picked up on it quickly. She said, “It’s just so good for me, the way you are…and you’re the only one I want.”
I lightened up and said, “And I’m the only one you’re going to have, if you know what’s for you.”
She said, “I know what’s good for me.” She held on to my cock rubbing slowly along the shaft and she kissed me. We touched each other for a while and then I told her to close her eyes. Down on her back, she opened her arms and then opened her legs and said, “Come baby.”
I said, “Soon.” I used one finger to touch her in different places. With her eyes closed she didn’t know where I was going to touch or kiss next. I touched her nipple and then the inside of her thigh. I touched her ear and then kissed her neck. She quivered in anticipation until any touch or kiss in any place caused a reaction.
My lips on her clit made her moan. She said, “More?” I gave her more, but not enough to make her come.
I lifted her legs and approached her pussy with a stiff rod that I didn’t have to guide. I placed the head on her opening and said, “You’re mine now, aren’t you mom?”
She said, “Yes baby, only yours…be inside me.” The mushroomed head spread the fleshy folds and opened the entrance to her pussy. I pressed in and filled the moist channel that was coated with my mother’s juices. When I was in her mouth, it felt the best. When I was in her ass, I didn’t think anything could be better. Being in her pussy, at that moment, felt like the ultimate pleasure. Every movement, every sound, every look she gave me, said that she loved me. And with each stroke it became less a son fucking his mother, and more two people making love.
Even though we’d been having sex for a while, I realized that my mother had never been on top of me, so I rolled to put her in that position. She was surprised and laughed and then she sat up adjusting her legs so that she could move on me. After lifting and lowering herself on my cock a few times she said, “Ooh this is nice.” I held her ass and massaged my fingers into the firm flesh as she impaled herself completely. Her tits bounced as my cock went in and out of her. I liked watching her almost as much as I liked fucking her.
She leaned back and I couldn’t resist feeling her thrust out tits.
Mom rode me and her pace slowly accelerated as she breathed more deeply with each insertion. She was moving up and down on me pretty quickly when she started saying, “Bobby…Bobby…Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby…” Since she was controlling the pace I couldn’t slow down to delay my orgasm. I knew I was about to shoot up into her and I rubbed her clit with my thumb to try and bring her off with me. I started coming first and she felt me releasing my sperm into her belly and said, “Yes baby, yes, yes.”
I kept rubbing her clit as she bounced and right before my last ejaculations, she said, “OOOHHHhhhhh…yes…FUCK, OOOhhhh…” and she came. She didn’t stop moving for a while and I stayed hard until she sat down with me still inside her. She said, “Mmmm, that was nice.” Nice is a word that’s so overused that its almost meaningless, but actually, I felt nice all over.
We were side by side and quiet for a moment until mom said, “I like to come so much.”
I laughed, “Who doesn’t like to come?”
Mom said, “I know, but…for me…”
I said, “Do you remember your first orgasm?”
She said, “I do…I think I was twelve and my best friend Karen had a paperback that was going around. It had erotic stories and illustrations in it. I took it home and read some of the stories, but what got me was an illustration with a guy that reminded me of Karen’s older brother, whom I had a crush on. Before I knew it my hand was in my panties and I was fantasizing my head off about him kissing and touching me. I have to say though; I don’t know how much I enjoyed that orgasm, because I wasn’t sure what was happening. I screamed into the pillow because I thought my body was about to explode, and it scared me as much as it felt good. I was trembling like a leaf, and I was uneasy until the next day when some of my friends explained it all to me. After that I was off and running. How about you Bobby; what was your first time like?”
I said, “I only ask the questions, I don’t have to tell.”
She laughed and gave me a playful slap on my flank and said, “No fair.”
I said, “Okay, actually it was you, you hot bitch, that got me started.”
“Get out,” she said.
I said, “It’s true mom. I was eleven and…”
“You were eleven?”
I laughed, “Yup, I remember because I was going to turn twelve that October and it was still the end of the summer and we were still in the old house.” In the afternoon you were sitting in the backyard getting some sun and you were wearing a bright yellow halter. I came out for something and I saw you bend over; I could see all the way down to your nipples. When it got dark, I went back into the yard and started rubbing myself thinking about what I saw and, whammo. So, we have a history mom…but what I’m looking at in the present is much sexier.”
I put my hand on her thigh and then rested it over her the warm lips of her pussy. She leaned over to kiss me and her nipples grazed my chest. I played with the soft puffy circles and the hard rubbery tips and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before we’d be ready to go again. It was a sweet night.
The following week at work, I was offered a chance to go into a training program. We talked about it and mom said, “That’s great, only ten people were picked and my baby was one of them; I’m proud of you honey.”
I said, “Yeah, it’s for four weeks, and then after three months of working in the new position, it means a grand a month increase in my salary.” Then I told her the part I was holding back. “Mom, the training is in California at the company’s headquarters.” That was three thousand miles away and she looked crestfallen.”
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