Literotic asexstories – Dying Wish Ch. 04 by Sincerelyyours000,Sincerelyyours000 Author’s Note:
Thanks to all for being so patient and apologies for taking so long to finish this story. It is a long chapter, and I was very tempted to split it into two parts, but I have had submissions get stuck in the queue before and didn’t want to take the chance that the final part might get delayed too long. Once again, thanks to all who have been very supportive of this series. As always, all characters in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years or older.
It was the next morning since Mom had made her latest confession to me. She had wanted to talk more last night, but Dad had called to see how we were doing, and we ended up spending the better part of the evening on the phone with him.
I was still lying in bed, trying to digest everything Mom had said and trying to take everything in that had happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that yesterday was an attempt to seduce me. It had to be. Mom had taken me to a secluded, cozy spot, removed her clothes, coaxed me to do the same, and then talked about how much she wished Dad had made love to her in this special place, finally adding that she knew things would be different with me. It had to all be a ploy, and I felt so dumb for not having realized it.
I wished I could read Mom’s mind the way she seemed at times to do effortlessly with me. Maybe I’d been too distracted by her story to see what was going on around me, or maybe I was too preoccupied with what was happening with Dad. Speaking of Dad, as much as he tried to reassure us otherwise, his voice sounded noticeably lean on the phone, much worse than we’d ever heard him before, and so despite his protests to the contrary both Mom and insisted that we’d be coming back home as soon as possible.
“But James…” Dad had said to me on the phone, “I didn’t want you to return until this matter with Paula was settled, and it doesn’t sound like that’s happened yet.”
“It is settled Dad,” I answered. Then, mustering up all the confidence I could, I added, “I’m going to do it.”
“Are you sure, son? I mean, I didn’t get the impression that was the case, especially after I spoke to Paula just now.”
Dad’s voice sounded so much weaker than it had only a couple of days before, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, I could tell he was near the end. And despite that, all he seemed to care about was making sure Mom and I were going to be okay, that we’d be there for each other the way he wanted us to. I couldn’t say no to that voice on the other end of the phone, not in a million years, but I wanted to be honest with him too.
“We haven’t exactly worked everything out, Mom still has some things she wants to discuss with me, but we’ll find a way to work things out. I promise.”
“That-a-boy, James. I knew I could count on you,” Dad said. Even with his voice sounding so fragile, I could practically hear Dad’s smile over the phone. Was I as certain about this as I appeared to be? No, but if Dad really was on his deathbed then I was going to do everything I could to comfort him.
Mom and I hastily had breakfast and then packed up for the drive back home. It was early afternoon by the time we were on the road, so with a little luck we would be back home before evening set in.
Mom hadn’t said much to me until then, and whatever discussions we did have had been about Dad, but as I settled in behind the wheel she decided to take things in a different direction.
“James, we…” she stammered slightly, “we didn’t get a chance to finish what we were talking about yesterday.”
“Can’t it wait, Mom? With everything happening with Dad, I’d rather focus my attention on him right now.
“Don’t you know what I’m going through?” Mom asked, sounding on the verge of tears. “It’s not like this is easy for me.”
“I’m sorry Mom,” I replied. “Go on then.” I wasn’t sure why she wanted to talk about this now; maybe she wanted to get it off her chest before we had to deal with the harsh reality of what was looking to be a dour situation back home, or maybe she needed a distraction to keep her occupied over the long drive. Whatever the reason, she seemed intent on having this conversation now, so I allowed her to proceed. Since Mom did all of the talking at this point, I’ll present the next part from her point of view:
It was a couple of months into Ana’s new relationship with David and everything seemed to be ideal. Their first night together hadn’t led them to any horrible, damaging repercussions as I might have feared but instead had blossomed into a beautiful love affair. With Ana’s focus being so much on David now, I expected her relationship with me to suffer, but once again had been surprised as she and I still communicated as often as before. We usually spoke on the phone rather than in person, but we still easily spent a couple of hours a day keeping up with one another. The subject matter of our discussions changed drastically, however, as her new relationship had clearly taken center stage.
Ana and David were closer than ever, and she often became impassioned as she spoke of their love for one another. It had surpassed anything she’d ever felt with her husband, or even for David as his mother prior to them becoming lovers. She went on and on about their sex life too, excitedly describing their lovemaking in spectacular detail, gushing about how it was so invigorating that she felt like a young woman discovering sex for the first time. I almost thought she was boasting, but I knew Ana well enough to understand that this was not her intention. And much like that first night when she and I texted back and forth, Ana either asked about you directly or found other ways to bring you into the conversation.
For example, she might say something to me like, “I had this dream last night, Paula. I was on all fours, with David pounding into me from behind like a madman.”
“How is that different from what you’re doing most nights for real?” I teased back.
“Because when I looked over to my side there you were in the same position, with James ramming his cock into you just as hard. All of sudden you started shouting that you were about to cum, and then I saw James’ hunky body tense up as he was cumming too. I got so hot watching you have sex with James, and I smiled at you, knowing you were finally getting to experience what I feel with David, and then you smiled back.”
I’d get quiet whenever Ana spoke to me this way, not because I was still ashamed or felt guilty about how I felt about you, but because I was convinced it was never going to happen and that thinking or talking this way would only make it harder for me to try and carry on a normal life. To make matters worse, this was a particularly busy time of year for Bryan at work, so I wasn’t seeing much of him these days either, and when I did see him… well, let’s just say we were going through a rough patch marriage-wise as well. And so I listened to Ana’s tales about David, feeling more and more like a third wheel in my friendship with her, and isolated at home the rest of the time.
Things changed for me one day when Ana was talking about their upcoming three-month anniversary together. They were going out for a fancy dinner to celebrate, and Ana was excitedly telling me the details when she unexpectedly asked if I’d like to come with them.
“You must be joking,” I said in dismay. “Why would you want me along when it’s your night together?”
“Well, maybe it sounds kind of silly,” Ana began timidly, “but it’s unsettling that we always have to drive out of town to be together publicly, just to make sure no one recognizes us.”
“And how does having me there help with that?”
“Because sometimes we want to be recognized. I know you’ve only been over a couple of times since David and I got together, but I can’t tell you how much it meant to us. Neither of us feels ashamed for what we’re doing, and yet we have to drive off like a couple of fugitives to act like a real couple. You’re the only one who makes us feel like we have nothing to hide.”
It was true that I’d visited a few times when David was at home and that the two of them came across like any happy couple. I’d seen them do things like hug and hold hands, even kiss, and they’d always seemed very natural about it. I guess I was happy for them, although once in a while the thought that I was watching a mother behave this way with her son would enter my mind and I’d find myself freezing for a moment. I wasn’t uncomfortable, more like stunned briefly to know I was witnessing such a taboo act happening in person before me. Maybe even excited a little.
“I don’t think this is a good idea Ana,” I asserted. “I would just be a third wheel.”
We debated the subject for a while, but Ana knew how to weaken my resolve, bringing out that it had been ages since I’d done anything out of the house and that the fine dining and enjoyable atmosphere of going out with friends was just what I needed to get out of the funk that I’d been in.
“And what about that dress you got last week?” Ana continued, “You can’t tell me that you’re not dying to wear it?”
I’d gone shopping with Ana the week before to help her pick out a new outfit to wear for her anniversary date with David. While we were there, Ana spotted a sleeveless red hip-hugger dress with spaghetti straps that she insisted I try on. Ana was gushing in her flattering remarks, but it was an easy sell, as I fell in love with it once I tried it on and simply had to have it.
“Is that why you wanted me to try it on so badly, so you could use it against me now?” I chuckled.
“Maybe,” Ana replied slyly, making us both break out in laughter.
“All right, fine,” I relented. “If you’re so sure having me there won’t ruin things for the two of you, I guess I’ll come.”
“Paula, it’s the exact opposite,” Ana said, her voice becoming suddenly weighted. “The feelings David and I have for one another, it feels so right to us, and when you’re around… they feel even more right.”
The night finally came, and as much as I still had apprehension about ruining the party for Ana and David, I was also feeling excited about having the chance to go out and have some fun. Ana looked positively ravishing in the purple, backless number that showed enough cleavage that Ana’s massive breasts were practically bursting out.
As for David… I always thought he was cute, but he looked as handsome as ever in the formal black suit he was wearing. I also noticed just how piercing his blue eyes were and how attractive his smile was. It was the kind of thing that any woman except for his mother would take notice of, and the fact that in this case she too had been unable to resist those charms made him even sexier in my eyes. He was also incredibly charismatic, showering both Ana and me with compliments on our attire and the like.
“Wouldn’t you be happier going out with your friends than a couple of old ladies twice your age?” I asked, unable to resist the urge to tease him a little.
“Are you kidding?” he replied. “I’m with the two most beautiful women in the place tonight. Certainly the two most beautiful moms.”
His tone was just right, not quite flirting which would have me uncomfortable, but charming enough to sound sweet, making me like David even more. Ana was lucky to have him as a son, and even more fortunate to have him as a lover.
We had a lot of fun at dinner; the food was great and the company was delightful. I didn’t feel quite so awkward being out with Ana and David anymore, although I think the wine played more of a role in that than it should have. Not that I had that much, but I’m not really a drinker either. It was fantastic though, and so I ended up having more than I normally would have.
After dinner we got back to the car, with David driving and Ana up front with him and me lying down in the back seat to try and compose myself. I had driven to Ana’s house to meet them and was just wondering what I was going to do next when Ana chimed out:
“Paula, there’s no way you should be behind the wheel tonight. You’re more than welcome to stay in the guest room tonight.”
“You’re probably right, Ana, thanks,” I replied. I wasn’t drunk by any means, but more than a little buzzed, and with it being so dark outside was better off playing things safe. When we got back to the house, I slumped into a chair in the living room while David sat on a couch at the other end and Ana left to bring out another set of drinks.”
“No thanks, Ana, I’ve had more than enough for tonight,” I told her.
“Oh come on, this is different,” she insisted, coming back into the room with a tray. It had a bottle of her favorite champagne and three of her finest glasses. “One drink to celebrate with me and David.”
Of course I relented, and even held up my glass to give a little toast to the happy couple:
“David, I’ve never seen Ana so happy, and Ana, what you have with David… I’m can’t help but be a little jealous.” I actually got a little teary-eyed at the last part, but managed to down my glass of champagne. David had put some slow music on from the stereo, and with the soft lighting in the room the mood seemed perfect for him to ask Ana to join him for a dance. Now I really was starting to feel like I was intruding, but I still felt too disoriented to get up, so for the time being I decided to relax in my loveseat chair. And so I watched from afar as Ana and David held one another and swayed gently to the music.
Their dance had been quite sweet and tender to watch, but gradually became more passionate too. It started with David’s hands, which had been rested comfortably at Ana’s waist, but were now firmly glued to Ana’s voluptuous ass, cupping and squeezing her hearty globes between his fingers. I watched in silence and after a bit they turned and I could see Ana’s hands similarly playing with David’s behind. It was startling to see, but once again I felt that same pang of excitement in me at being able to witness such a taboo act. Just then I saw David move his hands up around Ana’s back to take her fully into his arms and then pull her towards him into a deep, passionate kiss. Now I knew I was intruding, and hazy-brained or not made the effort to stand up and leave.
“Please, don’t go, Paula,” Ana said as she pulled away from David’s embrace and frantically ran to me before I managed to stand.
“What are you talking about Ana?” I asked incredulously. “You and David obviously want to be alone. I’m heading over to the guest room now.”
“But we don’t… at least not yet,” Ana said timidly. “I know this sounds silly, maybe crazy too, but we’ve talked about it. One of our biggest fantasies is for someone to watch us together. And not just anyone, but someone who knows we’re mother and son.”
Ana seldom referred to her and David as “mother and son,” and I expect she only did so now to add some sizzle to her request, and I admit it worked in building up some excitement in me. Ever since that fateful night when she and I had texted one another my mind had desperately tried to picture the events she had described, especially the text where she told me that David was naked in her bed, waiting for her to join him. The thought of any son being so bold as to strip nude and lie waiting in his mother’s bed, so determined to have her made me so wet, but it gave me pain too, knowing that I’d never be able to experience anything like that with you, James.
“I… I don’t know if I can, Ana,” I replied. “As happy as I am for you… so much of it hits too close to home.” Luckily, Ana seemed to know what I meant without me having to explain further.
“I know, I understand,” Ana nodded. “But please, try at least, for as long as you feel comfortable. It would mean the world to us, and be the best anniversary gift you could ever give.”
I lowered myself back into my chair and Ana gave me the warmest smile of gratitude before turning back towards David. When she reached him, they fell into an embrace that was more ardent than anything I’d seen before, pressing hard into one another and kissing wildly with a ferocity that took me utterly by surprise.
It wasn’t just their kisses that became fiery, however, although watching their open mouths locked as their tongues hungrily explored one another was already a sight that had my heart pounding. Their hands were all over one another too, grabbing and fondling as if they hadn’t been together like this in years. At one point Ana turned and I saw the top of her dress fall from her shoulders to her waist. David had managed to unfasten it earlier, and now Ana’s back was facing me, bare except for the straps of the bra that was still managing to hold her humungous boobs in place.
I could sense that a lot more clothing was about to come off both of them, and knew this was my last chance to leave before the scene before me became decidedly explicit. Despite Ana’s plea for me to stay, I probably should have left at this point, but I didn’t. I say that because at the time I convinced myself that I was doing this for her and David, but in hindsight, I knew that I was doing it for me. And that’s the sort of thing that can get you into trouble if you aren’t being careful. I wasn’t leaving at this point though; the sight before me was way too intoxicating to pull my eyes away.
As I had predicted, their clothing started to hit the ground now, starting with Ana’s dress. She still had her back to me, obscuring my view of David for the time being, as well as her breasts which I knew had become free as David had managed to unhook Ana’s bra and toss it on the floor next to her dress. All I could see was the wonderful curves of Ana’s shapely ass, framed perfectly with the lavender lace panties she was still wearing. The two of them frantically continued moving their hands to undress one another, but it wasn’t until they finally shifted their position that I could see David too. Not surprisingly, he was naked, but the sight still made me let out an audible gasp. He looked so handsome tonight it was hard to not feel at least some attraction toward him, which only became stronger with his quick wit and winning charm during dinner, but those events were quickly eclipsed by what I saw now.
“Look at how gorgeous my son is, Paula, look at how lovely his cock is,” Ana passionately cooed, stroking his engorged shaft with one hand while purposely holding it up for me to see with the other. I don’t know what I found more mesmerizing, the spectacle playing out before me or that Ana had unexpectedly decided to speak to me.
“I know what you’re thinking girl, and I wish it were true too. I wish James were here with us so we could suck our beautiful boys off together, but we’ll have to settle for this instead.” Her words cut through me like a knife, and for an instant I pictured you and David confidently standing side by side, naked, with Ana and I kneeling before you, each of us madly devouring your cocks. Two naughty mothers on our knees together, unabashedly showing our sons the kind of women we’d readily become for them. I felt a burning itch between my legs, and with a quick check with my fingers discovered that my panties were soaked through with my juices.
The next part I witnessed was absolutely breathtaking. Ana held up David’s cock straight up for me to see and then began lovingly kissing and licking up and down its length. In a way, she seemed lost in her own world of rapture and lust, but it was also clear she was putting on a performance for me, making sure I had a perfect view as she purposefully worshiped David’s erection with her lips and tongue. I was fully engaged with what was happening now, too lost in my excitement to do anything but watch. Actually, that’s not entirely true, as one hand was now underneath my skirt with my panties pulled aside, willfully rubbing and fingering myself to the erotic show before me.
“I love you watching me suck David’s cock, Paula,” Ana purred sexily. “It turns me on so much.” Having her address me again was a bit jarring, breaking me out of the lustful trance I was in, but then I was shocked even more when she asked, “If James were here would you let me watch you suck his cock too?”
“Yes,” I barely managed to murmur back, the word hitting me with a jolt of excitement because I knew I was being sincere. Watching Ana savor David’s cock was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen, and I never felt closer to my dear friend than I did at that moment. If she wanted to experience that same feeling… at that moment at least, if you had been there I would have been more than happy to oblige with her request.
Ana had heard enough from me for now, and with that her attention focused completely on David. She took his length down her throat, sucking his cock with a mixture of wild abandonment and finesse. I watched, mesmerized, as her mouth devoured him again and again, with David writhing in ecstasy as he tried to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. Finally, I watched his body tense up, knowing that David was cumming. Ana, of course, knew it too, taking him all the way down her throat and clamping her lips at the base like a vice as hot jets of his cum poured into her.
David lay down on the ground, taking some time to recuperate from what must have been a tremendous orgasm, and Ana reclined next to him, lovingly cradling her son in her arms while the two of them held each other for awhile. It wasn’t long before David appeared ready for more, however, as his hands began exploring her body, starting with him pulling down Ana’s panties, the last remaining piece of either’s clothing, and tossing them aside so he could begin rubbing his fingers over her cleft and gently tease her clit.
The scene was heating up again, as Ana and David’s gentle kissing became more intense and her hand was now stroking his growing erection. David was moving on top of Ana, and I knew he was getting ready to fuck her, but she moved around on the ground a bit first, changing the angle so that they were lying sideways from my point of view. She seemed more than ready to have him inside her now, but then David surprised me by only moving slowly, gently trailing a line of licks and kisses over her excited body. He started at her inner thighs, which Ana had now spread wide for him to do as he pleased, kissing in and around and finally at the center of her womanhood, and then moved up again up her tummy before spending a long time lavishing her ample breasts.
Ana was practically squirming beneath him now, the room filling with her loud moans. I knew she was desperate to feel David inside her because I could feel that same ache between my legs from across the room. More than anything, I wanted to see these two lovers become one, their bodies fused with the joy of David’s cock filling his mom’s yearning hole. And then it finally happened. From the angle I was sitting at, I couldn’t see much, but from the way Ana’s body tensed up and the loud groan from her lips I knew David had entered her. The two of them started making love, David expertly moving up and down between Ana’s splayed thighs like a well-tuned musical instrument, with her grunts and groans being the sounds of the beautiful music they were creating.
I could almost feel myself tearing up at the enchantment of watching them together, and why it meant so much to them for me to watch it. It was their way of giving a middle finger to the outside world that would tell them they should feel ashamed for having such a relationship, that their love could be just as beautiful as any other couple’s. And I think was also trying to send a message to me, hoping that it might inspire me to take that final step with you as well.
They kept at it like that, and I sat mesmerized as I watched the intensity gradually rise higher and higher. In truth, however, that’s not all I was doing. My fingers were going wild between my legs too, furiously getting off to the incredible sight I was witnessing. I don’t know which of us three came first, I think it was me, with a sensual wave of orgasmic bliss starting from my pussy and washing over me, and Ana and David soon followed. They lay together afterward in each other’s arms. I could hear them softly speaking and chuckling, but not well enough to understand the words. Clearly, they were sharing an intimate moment.
A few minutes later Ana got up and sauntered over to where I remained and sat next to me, taking me into her arms, with tears now streaming down her face.
“Thank you so much, Paula, thank you,” she sobbed uncontrollably, making it clear to me now that she was crying tears of joy. It felt awkward being Ana this way, holding her naked, freshly fucked body in my arms, especially considering that I was fully clothed other than my panties that worked themselves to the floor while I had been busy masturbating. Ana is such a gorgeous woman, with striking facial features and classic pinup style, voluptuous curves. I could feel myself being affected by the warmth of her soft, sensual body, and I guess Ana sensed my feelings too, because the next thing I knew she had gently moved in closer and given me a tender kiss on the lips.
“Sorry Paula, I got a little carried away,” Ana blushed, before coyly adding, “Well, maybe not that sorry.”
I looked over to David. He was lying on his side facing me, casually stroking his cock as he watched Ana and myself. I could tell he was enjoying the sight of me holding his beautiful naked mother in my arms and the two of us kissing. I looked back at Ana quizzically, not sure what to do next.
“Come on, Paula, nothing wrong if we have a little fun too; besides David will love the show,” she said with a little wink.
There’d been a couple times before when Ana and I had ended up kissing after I’d become tipsy as both of us were perpetually horny and a few drinks sometimes made me open to experimenting with her a little. I was definitely feeling like that again now and seeing the arousal in David’s eyes made me feel emboldened in a way I hadn’t expected.
“Do you like watching your mom kiss another woman, David?” I asked, my voice sounding saucy enough to even take me by surprise.
“I love it,” David replied, his husky voice sounding so aroused and full of desire. “Ever since I found out she was bi I’ve fantasized about watching her with another woman.”
“Really?” I teased even more noticeably now. I could feel myself getting even turned on by David’s response as well as his sexy, masculine voice. “You don’t mind that your mother likes girls?”
“I get so hard just thinking about it,” David replied. He was still stroking his cock which, if anything was getting harder from our conversation. “Nothing would turn me on more than watching my two beautiful Mommies kissing one other.”
I was stunned. Had David really just called me his mother too? Before I could think about it, Ana pulled me towards her and kissed me again, this time with a deep, steamy kiss. My head was reeling from it when she breathlessly added, “Come on, Paula, let’s give our horny son something to remember.”
“Ana… I… I don’t think David should see me naked,” I protested, loud enough for only her to hear. I wasn’t that I was feeling prudish, with all the time I’ve spent on nude beaches I’m sure you believe me when I say that. I was just starting to worry about where all this was heading. The sexual energy was strong in the room, and David… as much as I’d tried to deny it, I’d found myself distracted by how desirable he looked in the nude and how hot it had been to watch him fuck Ana. And now he was calling me his ‘Mommy’ too. I wasn’t sure I could trust myself to take my clothes off in front of him.
“It’s okay Paula, I can still make it all work,” Ana said assuredly. Before I knew what was happening next, Paula had motioned me onto my back and was crawling on top of me. She was certainly being assertive, but still gentle rather than aggressive. Her kisses were so soft and sensual, and I allowed her to take over the situation completely, my head practically spinning as we slowly and deliberately made out. Ana was furiously grinding her naked body into me, and even fully being fully clothed it was driving me crazy. My hands were all over her of course, groping at her big ass and kneading her firm cheeks. At one point, Ana broke away from our mashing lips and forced one of her massive tits into my mouth, and I responded by hungrily sucking on it as her loud moans now filled the room. I’d lost sight of David a long time ago, but once in a while my thoughts would return to him, recalling how aroused he’d sounded as he talked about lusting to see his mom with another woman and knowing that we were probably giving him one hell of a show.
Eventually, Ana decided to assert her control once again, sliding down back onto her knees and pulling my skirt up above my waist. Being pantiless, I immediately felt exposed, but that was only the beginning as she then threw one of my legs on top of the loveseat. With my other leg dangling below, I was completely uncovered, and like a woman possessed she pressed her face between my legs and voraciously began to lick and suck my pussy. It wasn’t like the gentle lovemaking we’d done before, and part of me wished that Ana would have taken things more slowly, but it was hard not to get caught up in her enthusiasm.
I could see David now too, standing up to get a better look at his mom wantonly eating my pussy, his thick cock still standing proudly as he casually stroked the hard shaft. The arousal on his face was undeniable, and while I’m sure I had something to do with it I knew the main source of his excitement was from watching Ana. He’d wanted to see her lesbian side, and was now getting a perfect view of her going wild as she hungrily lapped away at my freely flowing juices. At one point, David’s eyes drifted onto mine, and as we briefly made eye contact I couldn’t help but smile, knowing how much pleasure he was getting from finally being able to see his beautiful mother behave this way.
But it was more than that; in my mind I could still hear David calling us both his “Mommies,” and that turned me on too. Ana was now hungrily licking and sucking my clit and as she did I thought about David imagining us as his lesbian parents and that he had accidentally just walked in on us making love. Rather than get upset or embarrassed we instead invited our dirty son to get naked and jerk off to us, telling him to spray his hot cum all over our sweaty bodies. Such a tiny fantasy, but as the thought ran through me and Ana kept hungrily licking my pussy I could feel my whole body getting ready to explode.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to further indulge in this feeling of complete rapture. My whole body was pulsing in excitement, and I did my best to try and relax and let all the physical sensations I was experiencing take over me.
“Oh God Ana, yes,” I lustily bellowed. “Your tongue feels so good.” I’d never called out a woman’s name in a cry of passion, and did so purposefully now to heighten my excitement, which it did. And while my eyes were still closed, I could feel David’s presence in the room, so I made sure I was loud enough for him to hear me too, knowing how hearing those words being spoken about his mom would affect him. Suddenly, I could feel Ana’s body jerking between my legs, and to my complete shock opened my eyes to see that she was now on all fours between my spread legs, with David on his knees fucking her from behind. I know I should have objected, but the sexual energy was so heavy in the room right now, full of the sights, sounds, and smells of the three of us lost in carnal bliss that I couldn’t help but get wrapped up in it.
“That’s it, David, fuck your mother, fuck her hot cunt,” I said with an excitement that was laced with wicked arousal. David was happy to comply, ramming into Ana again and again, and Ana was now deliberately synchronizing her tongue thrusts deep into my pussy to the same rhythm of David’s cock fucking her. I looked up at David, with his hips banging wildly into Ana from behind, but the illusion was such with Ana’s tongue that I soon imagined it was him fucking me.
I was the first one to cum again, letting out a shriek that could wake the dead. I couldn’t help it though; it was the best orgasm I’d had in years, and as good as Ana’s tongue was I knew it was really because of the fantasy I’d just had about David. As I lay back recovering from my climax, I watched in awe as Ana pressed up between my thighs, holding on for dear life as David kicked up his pace to a merciless gear. Her mouth was away from my pussy now, screaming out obscenities as David fucked her relentlessly, with a level of passion that I now knew could only be achieved between a loving mother and her son. I watched on in amazement as they continued their symphony of love, finally ending in a wonderful crescendo as both lovers climaxed together, knowing that I had witnessed something truly special.
After watching Ana have such an amazing orgasm with David, I expected her to go off somewhere to be with him, but instead she crawled up and lay with me again on the loveseat, taking me tenderly into her arms. She was so overcome with emotion that she was actually sobbing quietly again with tears of joy.
“Oh Paula, Paula…” Ana sighed. Her body molded into mine as we embraced, with her lying between my spread legs. I could feel her mound pressed against mine, soaking wet, and I bit my lips in excitement as I felt the cocktail of Ana and David’s warm cum slowly leaking out of her onto me. We kissed several times, slowly and sweetly, and I could sense how overwrought with emotion Ana was feeling. After a while of this Ana moved us so that I was sitting on the loveseat again, with her next to me as we continued our sensual makeout session, but now David also sat down on the other side of me, carefully watching his two mothers kiss one another. I could see how much he was enjoying himself, and for the sake of adding to his experience I began kissing Ana deeply and using plenty of tongue.
Just when things were starting to heat up again, Ana surprised me by pulling away and reaching past me to kiss David instead, and now I watched in reverence as mother and son showed their affection for one another with the same probing tongues that Ana and I had just demonstrated. Eventually, they moved apart, and… and… maybe I should have known better, maybe I was too naive… but the next thing I knew David was moving towards me for a kiss.
“David! Ana!” I said in a fearful shock.
“What’s wrong?” Ana asked, making clear that I was the only one who hadn’t seen this coming.
“You know damn well, Ana,” I replied. I wasn’t angry, but I was certainly distressed. “You know I’m a married woman.”
“If James were here, right here and now, that wouldn’t stop you,” Ana began. “Don’t even try and pretend otherwise.” I said nothing, knowing that what Ana had said was true even if at the moment I felt a little ashamed of it.
“I want to watch you kiss your son, Paula,” Ana said, her voice cracking with feeling. “I want to watch it as badly as you enjoyed watching David and me. Please, Paula, kiss your boy for me.”
I looked in astonishment over to David and he had a similar look of being moved emotionally.
“Please, Mom, I want to kiss you so bad,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. I was practically shaking from nervousness at hearing David call me ‘Mom,’ again, but there was something so sweet about it that part of me wanted to go along with it. David moved in to kiss me again, and this time I accepted his affections, softly pressing my lips back into his. It was only the beginning of several more soft kisses between us, all of them so sweet and gentle, so full of love. My head was swooning, becoming so lost in what was happening with David that I made no resistance when I began to feel something else. It was Ana, slowly but deliberately removing the rest of my clothing.
The scene unfolding before me was so soft and erotic, but as much as I was enjoying it I had to pull away and turn to Ana one last time.
“Ana… I don’t know if I can do this,” I stammered in hesitation.
“It’s okay, Paula,” Ana replied with such a heartfelt tenderness in her voice. “You’ve told me so many times that you don’t think it’ll ever happen between you and James. You deserve to be loved by your boy like I am with my son. Let David do this for you. It’s okay to admit you need this.”
As much as I tried to deny it, I’d been attracted to David all night, and those feelings had only increased with such key moments as seeing him in the nude and watching him make love to Ana. And now he wanted to stand in for you so we could be lovers. I looked over to David again, seeing the love and lust in his eyes, the passion, and I could feel myself being overwhelmed with my own emotions.
“Oh my god, David,” I said, my voice now trembling.
“It’s okay Paula, you’re among friends. It’s okay to call him James,” Ana said sweetly.
“Oh my god James,” I now said, and when the words came out of my mouth I couldn’t help to begin tearing up. David moved in and held me tight now, kissing me hard on the lips.
“I want you so bad, Mom,” he said, his voice managing to somehow be even more passionate than before, and now I was fully caught up in the fantasy too.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I cried out. “I want you so bad too. Take your mother, James, take me please.”
We continued for a while, our kisses getting harder and faster as our hands now eagerly explored and caressed each other’s bodies, and although I couldn’t see Ana, I felt her sitting next to us, excitedly watching. My hands were all over David’s muscular ass, squeezing and fondling it as I closed my eyes and pretended it was yours, and I could feel myself going into a sexual frenzy.
“Come on James, I want to see you fuck your mama now,” Ana finally commanded. “Aren’t you ready for your son’s big cock, Paula?”
“Yes, baby, yes,” I panted in reply, completely lost in the fantasy now. “Fuck me, James, fuck me!”
David picked me up and practically threw me down on the loveseat. It was a bit rough to get manhandled like this, but exciting too, as I knew he wanted this as much as I did. Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he quickly got into position between my spread thighs, and in an instant had forced all of his cock inside me.
“That’s it James, fuck your mother, fuck her like she’s always dreamed you would,” Ana growled in approval.
David didn’t need to be encouraged any more than that, as he immediately began pummeling into me hard and fast. It was just what I needed, as I grunted and groaned in ecstasy with each fantastic stroke. It wasn’t long at all before I could feel myself going over the edge, with my pussy muscles contracting over and over around David’s hard cock.
“Mommy’s cumming, James, mommy’s cumming,” Ana cried out. “Now she needs to feel your cum inside her too.” Her words seared through me like fire, especially as I heard your name.
“Yes, James, yes, cum inside me. Momma needs your cum so bad,” I managed to add as my body began literally convulsing from the best orgasm I’d ever had. And then I could feel it, hot sticky semen filling my womb as David pushed hard one last time to the hilt and began ejaculating. I could hear his loud groans now, a sharp painful bellow mixed with overwhelming ecstasy. He lay on top of me, trying his best to recover as he tried to catch his breath.
“Oh my god, Mom, that was so good,” he managed to finally say with such sincerity, not breaking character for an instant. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.”
“I was always yours, James,” I replied, actually crying now as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled David into a tight embrace. “And I always will be.”
It took a while to come down from such an emotionally draining experience, and we all remained as we were for a while to recover. I wasn’t sure what was coming next, and to my wonderment the mood in the room was surprisingly light and jovial afterwards. David didn’t pretend to be you anymore, which was fine by me, as I felt like I’d fulfilled that fantasy for the time being, but he did go back to calling Ana and me his “two Mommies,” which had a naughty playfulness to it that made me want to continue having fun with them. We spent the next bit sitting together, continuing to laugh and joke about it, with of course a copious amounts of sexual tension and innuendo thrown in, before Ana and David stood up on either side of me. With our arms wrapped around each other’s waists, we playfully hugged and kissed one another before Ana and David each took one of my hands in theirs and stood up to lead me away. They ended up walking me over to their bedroom, and while the lighter tone of the earlier proceedings remained the sex itself became so much wilder.
Things started with David playfully telling us that he’d hurt his cock and asking if his two Mommies would mind kissing it better, which Ana and I dutifully complied by kneeling on the ground side by side as David stood in front of us. We kissed up and down his cock and balls together, before settling in with a more regular type of play, sometimes alone using our hands and mouths but usually together, until finally David unloaded a large deposit of semen down Ana’s throat.
“Come on Mommy, you know you’re supposed to share with my other Mommy,” David teased. We all laughed, and then Ana and I shared the deepest open-mouthed kiss, passing his cum back and forth between us. It was like that all night, teasing and joking, but always incredibly hot as we indulged David’s kinky fantasy of having a threesome with his two moms. I was well past the point of declining anything they wanted, and it was easily the most exhilarating sex I’ve ever experienced. It would be hard to pick any moment as a highlight, but David telling his “Mommies” to sixty-nine and then his tremendous fucking from behind while Ana’s tongue managed to kept wildly licking my clit is something I’ll never forget.
I woke up the next morning in bed with David and Ana on either side of me. Something was calming, even strangely wholesome about being able to lie with them together like this. I knew how much they loved one another, and could feel how strong their bond was together. Still, I couldn’t help but feel awkward about everything I’d done. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cheat on your Dad, and if there was any ambiguity regarding the matter over what I had done with Ana it had certainly gone out the window after everything I’d done with David. The sex had been good, if anything too good, but I knew I needed to put a stop to anything like this from ever happening again.
David was the first one of my bed-mates to awake, but I was in no condition emotionally to face him now so I pretended to be asleep until he rose from the bed and made his way to the shower. Ana woke up shortly after to the sound of the loudly spraying water from the next room.
“Hey Paula,” she said to me with a big, mischievous smile before I could start the conversation myself. “I was just thinking about surprising David in the shower. Want to come with me? It’s big enough for the three of us to have all kinds of fun…”
“I’m sure we could,” I answered, my voice full of trepidation. Ana immediately picked up on my discomfort and asked, “Is everything all right, Paula?”
“I’m fine, Ana, fine,” I replied, and I meant it. The night before had been an incredible experience and I didn’t want to look back on it poorly despite my regrets about it.
“Last night was fantastic, and I’ll never forget it, but I can’t do anything like that again. I have a husband… and a son. They both mean the world to me, and me to them. And that’s why all this has to end, and now.”
“Are you sure Paula?” Ana asked. “I know what you’re going through with James; in fact David and I have often discussed the idea of talking to him about it separately or together. And in the meantime, we’re both happy to be there for you in other ways, like last night.”
“Absolutely not, Ana,” I insisted. “I don’t want either of you to speak to James about this or anything involving the three of us.”
“What about the four of us?” Ana teased. “Come on, just the thought of banging David and then looking over to the other side of the room to see you and James fucking the hell out of each other is enough to make me wet. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t love it too, especially with all the kinky things we did last night.”
“Last night was easily the craziest one I’ve ever had, but I’m not looking for a repeat performance.”
“If it were just you and James you would,” Ana said in a voice that was far more challenging tone than I’d expected. “Don’t get so high and mighty reciting your marriage vows now. We both know that ring would be off your finger faster than your panties hit the floor if it were James coming to call for you.”
“I’m sorry Paula, I never should have talked to you that way,” Ana apologized, but the damage was done. The most hurtful part of what she said, however, was that I knew what Ana said had been true. And then I thought back to David and I having sex while I fantasized that he was you and how good it had been, and I knew that I had to put a stop to all of this immediately. I got dressed and left Ana’s house with as little fanfare as possible, but for all of Ana’s efforts to patch things up nothing was ever the same between us again. Our friendship quickly deteriorated after that, to the point where only a few weeks later we were barely speaking anymore. About a month after that, she and David moved away and while Ana did give me her new address and number, we’ve only spoken once since then.
“James… James, is everything all right?” Mom asked, bringing us back to the present. “You’ve been so quiet. Please tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I answered. “Other than I don’t know how I managed to avoid a car accident after hearing you say all that.”
“I know you’re shocked son, that’s understandable,” she reasoned.
“After everything I’ve found about you recently, it isn’t a huge shock,” I replied. “I guess more than anything I’m surprised at how you described everything. You say you regret it, but you didn’t exactly sound that way recounting the events.”
“I cheated on your Dad,” Mom said. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel awful for betraying his trust in me, or yours for that matter, but I’ve also promised to be completely honest with you. Spending the night with Ana and David was amazing; I wasn’t going to lie to you now and pretend otherwise.”
“And you’ve never done anything with anyone else besides that night?” I asked.
“Yes, you have my word on that.”
“Except for almost having sex with a random stranger in Jamaica,” I added.
“I told you my relationship with your dad was at an all-time low. I have a lot of regrets over what happened with Javon, especially for being so weak as to let his words so easily seduce me.”
“And with Ana and David? Things went a lot farther with them and yet you seem fine with carrying fond memories about it.”
“I regret being weak with them but I don’t regret the reason for my weakness.”
I became quiet for a while and thought about what she had said, recalling Mom’s plea:
“I was always yours, James, and I always will be.”
The one thing Mom had always maintained was that the only thing that mattered to her more than being faithful to Dad was me; now she was saying that it was only because of unrequited feelings for me that she had given in to Ana and David’s seduction. It was still a lot for me to reconcile with, but I was determined to try and make this work.
“Please James, tell me what you’re thinking,” Mom said, her voice sounding more fragile than I’d ever heard it before.
“We’re almost home, Mom, I think our priorities right now should be with Dad and him alone,” I said, feeling pleased with how mature I’d managed to sound. “But we’ll work things out. I promised Dad I would, and now I’m promising you the same.” Dad often had this way about him, an assertiveness that Mom typically acquiesced to in a way that had managed to smooth over a lot of conflicts. She was doing that with me now, smiling shyly and looking calm knowing that I would take care of things. I only hoped that I could deliver in a way that justified her confidence.
We arrived home about an hour later and, much as I suspected, Dad was in much worse a condition than he had let on over the phone. I put my previous discussion with Mom to rest for the time being, which seemed fine with her as she too focused her attention on Dad. We did have Dad’s nurse, Nancy, to help look after him, as well as a doctor she’d called to examine him when Dad’s health had gotten worse earlier the day before. I called the doctor shortly after we arrived, and got the bad news that this was really the end for Dad and all we could do was make him feel comfortable during his final days, or even hours depending on how things went. Taking him to the hospital wasn’t going to make much of a difference, and Dad wanted to spend his remaining time at home, so we did our best with what we had.
Mom and I were with Dad round the clock during those final hours with him, sometimes together and other times alone while the other got a couple hours of sleep, and before the second day was over he was gone. There’s too much to say about Dad for me to try and sum up here, so instead I’ll merely state that even in those final moments his thoughts were centered on making sure that Mom and I would be alright without him.
One of his last acts was to take Mom’s hand and put it into mine and have us promise to be there for each other no matter what. Of course, we did as he asked, but as I looked down at Mom’s delicate hand, practically weighted down by the enormous wedding ring Dad had put on it so many years ago, it was hard for me to believe I could even come close to being the man in her life that he had been. Still, after everything Mom had told me, it was clear that she not only was fully on board with it but believed I was more than capable of the task.
“Remember Paula, James is the man of the house now,” had been one of Dad’s last words of advice to us. “You need to give him that respect.”
“Of course I will, Bryan,” Mom replied.
Dad had often spoken like this to Mom in the past, and while she’d always take the edge off such remarks with a sarcastic reply and laugh, I knew she also respected Dad for being a strong man and usually was more than content to occupy a more submissive role in their relationship. It clearly hadn’t been the best recipe for their marriage, as I learned all too well recently, so Mom’s unaffected reply now took me a bit by surprise. I looked up at Mom, trying to see if there was anything else in her response besides her seemingly serious demeanor, but saw nothing. Instead, she remained looking intently back at Dad.
“Don’t worry, Bryan. James and I will work things out. I promise.”
Dad looked over to me for reassurance, and I quickly added, “You have nothing to worry about, Dad. I promise.”
It felt good to be able to give Dad that type of comfort in his final hours, but now I was being presented with the task of having to live up to those commitments. The first few days were straightforward enough, as the whirlwind of duties associated with Dad’s funeral occupied all of my time, but even then I’d been presented with an emotional hurdle that left me dumbfounded. You see, with Mom and I spending all our time with Dad during those final two days, I hadn’t taken the time to get any proper sleep much less unpack from our trip to the beach house, but now that my life was slowly returning to normal I’d gone back to my room one night to go to bed, only to discover that my closet was now empty.
“Mom, something really weird just happened,” I said as I found her sitting in our living room having a cup of tea. “I was turning in for the night and… well, none of my clothes are there.”
“I’m sorry dear, with everything going on I completely forgot,” Mom answered sheepishly. “It was your dad’s idea, a surprise he had planned for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“While we were gone from home,” she continued. “Bryan had all his clothing moved to the guest room and all of yours sent to our room.”
I had wondered why we found Dad in the guest room upon our return; I’d assumed it was because it worked better with all the medical equipment he now required, but obviously there was more to it than that.
“Why would Dad do something like that?” I asked.
“I suppose…” Mom began, sounding embarrassed. “I know we went to the beach house as a vacation, but your Dad thought something more might happen while we were there,” before adding even more sheepishly, “We both did.”
“When we went to that cove together, you didn’t take me there to just get a tan, did you?”
“A woman takes you to a romantic place and says she’s always wanted to make love there, and then the two of you are naked together…”
“Oh my god, I feel like such an idiot,” I said.
“And then she admires your cock and tells you how great it would feel inside her…”
“Holy shit, I really am a fucking idiot,” I continued. “But you were talking about respecting my wishes and all that too…”
“I did respect your wishes,” Mom said, “but that doesn’t mean I also wasn’t hoping you’d change your mind. And as for feeling like an idiot, I’m your mother, James. If there’s anyone you should feel comfortable with, it’s me.”
Mom’s words and the warm smile she gave as she delivered them meant a lot to me. Of course, there’d be no judgment from her. She’d been that way with me my entire life as my mother, and nothing would change from her as my lover.
“Do you tell Dad that about that day?” I asked.
“Only that we went to the cove together and how disappointed I was that we hadn’t made love there.”
“I’m sorry Mom.”
“You don’t have to apologize, James, for that or anything else. You had a lot on your mind, just as you still do now. I can appreciate that. Sometimes, I still wonder though. Even though I’ve known you all your life, there’s still so much I don’t know.”
“Like what?”
“Like sex, for one thing. I don’t even know what pleases you. I know I’ve kept myself in good shape, but I’m also forty-two years old. A lot of men your age would swipe left on that number alone.”
I almost had to laugh at Mom’s attempt to sound cool there, talking like that really wasn’t her style. And to be honest, it wasn’t mine either, but that’s another story. Dad had warned me that despite Mom being so beautiful her ego was also quite fragile, and that was clearly what I was seeing from her now.
“I mean, the way you were talking about Ana’s tits the other day,” she continued, “sometimes I can’t help but wonder if maybe I don’t measure up to what you find attractive.”
“Mom, I swear, you’re perfect to me,” I said, “from head to toe.” I tried to put some emotion behind my words, and I think for the most part I succeeded, as Mom seemed more relaxed now.
“My god, didn’t you see how hard you made me that day? Shouldn’t that tell you all you need to know?”
“I’m sorry dear, it’s just difficult for me sometimes. Things don’t go as I’d hoped, and then I wonder if I’m to blame.”
“There’s still so much to consider, and now… I don’t know what you and Dad were expecting by moving my clothes into your room, but he’s barely cold in the ground now. At the very least I think we should wait a while before taking things forward out of respect for him.”
“More than anything, your Dad wanted us together,” Mom said. “If there’s anything you should take from his final days, it’s that. It’s why he expected us to stay in the same bedroom. He wanted us to come back from the beach house as lovers. For all Bryan knew at the time he might have still had weeks or even months left, and yet he was still perfectly fine with that arrangement.”
I stood there, stupefied, unsure of what to say. The thought of any man, much less a man like Dad, being comfortable with another man sleeping in his bed, having sex with his wife, while he lived out his final days across the hall in the guest room was beyond anything I could fathom. But of course, that interpretation of events would have been wrong. It was my well-being and Mom’s that he cared about most, our happiness that he valued above everything else. This final act was just more proof of that.
“Really Mom, are you sure you don’t need more time first?” I asked.
“It’s been a very long time since I felt a man’s touch,” Mom replied, with a sound of anguish and vulnerability that reminded me how delicate she could be. “Maybe some women could endure that, but I think you’ve learned enough about me recently to know that my emotional and physical needs are different. I likely would need more time if you were anyone else, but I feel like us becoming lovers is something I’ve been preparing for all my life, so I don’t need any more time to wait. And the fact that it was what Bryan wanted most also makes me certain that the last thing either of us should be feeling is any guilt or shame right now.”
Once again, Mom’s words sounded heartfelt, and it was hard not to feel moved by them.
“I’m going to freshen up and then go to bed,” Mom said. “You don’t have to do anything, but at the very least it would mean a lot to me to not be alone tonight.”
I waited for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts as I watched Mom ascend the staircase and turn off towards her room. In truth, I’d planned on retiring to my room tonight, but our conversation had affected me greatly. I thought back to Dad telling her that I was now the man of the house, and Mom’s acquiescence to his words. She needed a man in her heart as much as her bed, and while Mom did her best not to disrespect Dad it was clear she hadn’t felt that way for a long time with him as well, even going back to before he became ill. I wasn’t going to let Dad down, or Mom either, and everything that both of them had been trying to tell me was true, that Mom could be that woman that finally made me feel complete in my life if I’d only give her the chance.
I walked up the stairs slowly towards the bedroom, and as I approached I could hear the shower in the adjoining bathroom being used. The door to the bathroom was completely open, which might not have been significant except for the fact that Mom knew there was at least a chance that I was following up behind her. It felt like another signal from her to me; that there weren’t going to be any barriers between us, at least not from her, everything that was hers was mine. I couldn’t imagine any other woman offering herself up to me like that, or even Mom being that way with Dad or any other man, but she’d said as much to me.
The glass to the shower was thick, purposely made to make it difficult to see inside, but I could still see more than enough of Mom’s feminine curves turning to and fro as she washed herself. I could feel my heart beating faster as I marveled at the beauty before me, just as I could feel the front of my pants getting tight as more and more blood made its way into my penis. It was a sensation that would have filled me with feelings of grief and shame only a few weeks ago, but those days were over. I was a new man now, I had to be; for Dad and Mom’s sake, and for my own.
When Mom came out of the shower, she was wearing a cute, pink bathrobe that reached just below her waist. Much as I tried to not startle her, it still happened to a small degree when she saw me sitting on the bed with my back up against the headboard.
“So you decided to come to bed after all,” Mom said with approval. I could see her mood drop a bit though as her eyes peered down and noted that I was still wearing my boxers. I hadn’t worn anything to bed since I was a kid, Mom was well aware of that, and she rightly interpreted me having my underwear on now as still feeling a little uncertain about all of this.
“I bought a new outfit a few months ago, would you like to see it, James?” flashing me one of her sexy smiles. Mom was going to help me through this, and her calm demeanor did a lot to put me at ease.
Of course I said I’d love to see it, and so Mom went into the bathroom to change. When she returned she was wearing a sheer black mesh dress that reached about mid-thigh in length and hugged her sensual curves like a second skin. Underneath, she had on a black thong, consisting of a solid black triangle of cloth in the front being held in place with a thin black chord that went snugly around her waist and another similar chord that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
“What do you think?” Mom asked, standing a few yards away as she did a sexy little pirouette.
“You look incredible,” I replied, my jaw metaphorically hanging on the floor. And she did, my eyes were immediately taken by her completely exposed breasts, capped with those hard, jutting nipples pressing against the sheer fabric, but once Mom turned and I saw that perfect ass of hers, it was hard not to be overwhelmed by her charms. It was no exaggeration to say that even at forty-two Mom could easily compete with most women half her age, and if you’re into firm, heart-shaped asses like I am then she’d leave most of them in the dust. She’d managed to stay this breathtakingly beautiful for Dad all these years, and now it was all for me. All I had to do was stand up and take what was being offered to me.
“Maybe you’d like to get a little more comfortable too, sweetie?” Mom offered. It was the first time either of us had spoken in several seconds as I’d been just ogling her like some dumb teenager.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I answered. Despite my outward hesitancy, my dick had clearly decided what it wanted, as I could feel it throbbing in excitement against my boxers. I’d talked so long about wanting to be the man that Dad wanted and Mom needed, and I knew this was finally it. Besides, Mom was driving me crazy with this seduction. All I had to do was settle down enough to let the rest happen naturally. And with that, I slid my boxers off and tossed them to the other side of the room. I was still sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard, but now my dick was bobbing up from my groin, already at full mast.
“My goodness, I never get tired of seeing your cock, James,” Mom said with a pleased smile that only made me get more aroused, “especially when you’re hard like right now. Everything about it, your size, your shape, is so perfect, so beautiful.”
Her words cut surprisingly deep. It was the kind of thing I would normally suspect a woman might say only to flatter me, but the way Mom spoke, with such sincerity and passion, couldn’t help but make me feel as if these sentiments were real. I knew I wasn’t hung like a horse or anything, and have no doubt some women would happily trade mine in for a ten-inch cock, but Mom was making it clear she wasn’t one of them. My cock was the perfect key to her velvety lock, and vice versa. Her speaking as if our bodies were made for one another not only added to my excitement but had an air of romance to it as well.
I stood up and walked over to Mom, taking her into a tight embrace.
“You’re perfect for me too Mom, everything about you, from your sexy body to your lovely eyes and smile, your sweet scent. I think that’s been the biggest revelation for me through all this. I can finally feel comfortable enough to admit that I’ve been attracted to you for years, but whether it was out of respect for Dad or because I knew it was wrong to feel that way about your mother I managed to suppress those feelings.”
“Really, I never would have guessed,” Mom said with astonishment.
“I did a good job of convincing myself otherwise,” I replied. “But I knew something was up when my friends would come over and even though they wouldn’t say much around me I knew they all called you the hot mom and milf and all that stuff. I did my best not to see any of it myself, but deep down I knew they were right. You were as perfect to me then as you are now.”
“I only wish I could have been as perfect on the inside,” Mom quietly sniffled. I was still holding her tightly, and as much as my cock was in nirvana being pressed up against her warm belly all I could think of was her head tenderly resting upon my shoulder and the sadness in Mom’s voice.
“We’ve both made our share of mistakes and then some,” I said as reassuringly as I could. “I think we both deserve a second chance.” I pulled just far enough away to be able to look Mom in the eyes and see the tears streaming down her face.
“Oh James,” she said, “I love you so much.” I could see the truthfulness in her eyes, and I knew she wasn’t just speaking to me now as a mother, but as a woman. She’d done a good job all these years in assuming the role of the devoted mother, but had stumbled in trying to be the faithful wife. It wasn’t all her fault; Dad had done more than his share to drive her away from him, I understood that now. And now Mom had given herself to me. I didn’t expect our road together to be without any pitfalls, but I also felt like we were both capable of building something stronger with each other than we’d managed to do with anyone else.
And it was that in mind that I moved towards her and we shared our first kiss. I tried my best to be sweet and gentle, and from the soft sigh Mom let out afterward I felt as if I’d succeeded. I pulled away far enough to see her smiling brightly, and moved my hand to carefully stroke her hair for a bit before kissing her again. I could feel her practically melt in my arms as we slowly explored each other’s lips, with each tender kiss lasting longer than the one before. I could feel it in her movements, Mom had given her body to me. More importantly, however, she was offering me her heart and soul, to do with as I saw fit, trusting that I would care for and nurture her love as Dad had at the height of their relationship and also give her what she’d gone without during the many lows that had later highlighted their marriage.
“Here, let me get this off you,” I said. I reached at the hem of Mom’s sexy nightdress and she lifted her arms straight into the air as I peeled it off her and then tossed it aside. There was only one piece of clothing separating us now, the skimpy thong Mom was still wearing. I pulled her close to and we began kissing again, slowly at first, but much deeper now. When the time felt right I parted my lips to give Mom my tongue, hearing her moan in excitement as she eagerly accepted it. My cock was jammed up against the soft triangle of fabric covering her womanhood, pushed straight up when our bodies had come together. It was throbbing with excitement, but despite that I felt no hurry to get it inside her.
Instead, I moved my hands down Mom’s body, caressing my way gently until cupping her firm ass. I played with the simple chord that ran around her waist and the other that went vertically between her cheeks, reveling in the fact that even at forty-two Mom liked to wear sexy outfits like this and that grateful that she had the figure to look so hot in them. My friends had ogled her back in the day, no doubt undressing her in their minds, and it had upset me, but deep down I had understood. If any of their mothers had looked half as good as Mom, I probably would have done the same with them. Besides, what I was doing now would put any of their fantasies about Mom to shame.
I lay Mom on her back and she did a sexy catlike stretch as I finally decided to slide her panties down her taut legs. I was about to drop them to the ground, but even at arm’s length the scent coming from them had been overwhelming, enough that I gave into the urge taking control of me and put them to face to inhale Mom’s excitement. Immediately, I felt a sense of embarrassment, recalling a similar incident I’d had years ago with Melissa that had ended with her admonishing me for doing something so “pervy.”
“Nice, isn’t it?”
I looked down at Mom lying on the bed, her body drawn into the most seductive but still natural-looking pose while the horniest of smiles covered her face.
“Um, ah, sorry,” I still said, still feeling self-conscious as my mind still recalled what had happened with Melissa.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you sniffing my panties, James, although I’d prefer it if I were still wearing them,” she chuckled casually.
I slowly smiled back, impressed with how easily she had eased my discomfort. Mom had done a lot to convince me that we’d be perfect for one another sexually and more than ever I believed that now. There had been so many awkward moments I’d had with Melissa; I’d tried to put them out of my mind but in the end they’d done much to shake my confidence. The fact that she’d ended up cheating on me had only made things worse. This really was a chance for me to start over again, to be the man I wanted to be both in and out of the bedroom, and if there was one woman I could trust it was the beautiful one lying in her bed, our bed, right now. I wouldn’t have to wait months or longer to let my guard down with her, and she’d be there for me no matter what.
I crawled up on the bed with Mom and we held one another lovingly as we started making out again. Yes, I was dying to fuck her and I could feel the anxiousness rising in her too, but more than anything I felt my love for her right now. This was the one woman I’d spent my entire life with, who raised me, the one who had read me bedtime stories at night and kissed my sore bruises when I’d fall. She may not have been perfect but that wouldn’t stop me from trying to be perfect for her now, and for the rest of our lives together.
“Oh James,” she cried out at one point. The sentiment in her voice made me think she was feeling what I was, that making love was only a highlight or symbol of what we truly meant to one another. But as powerful as those simple moments can be, nothing compares to expressing one’s passions out loud, and so nothing from that night was more memorable for me than hearing the woman I cared about most voice her most intimate desire:
“Oh James, please, make love to me,” Mom cried out in the most heartfelt emotion one could ever imagine. “I need to feel your cock inside me.”
I looked into Mom’s eyes lovingly and slowly kissed her all over her face, as I moved into position lying between her spread legs. I thought of her calling my cock “perfect” earlier, marveling at how even more perfect her pussy was, tight and juicy as I gently rubbed my cockhead against her slit. I wasn’t teasing her, and she was more than ready, but to say Mom’s pussy was beautiful would be an understatement. Javon had told her as much on that fateful day he’d met her on the beach, but I wasn’t thinking about him any more than Mom was right now. It was my cock she wanted more than anything, and it was mine she was about to get.
I slid into her gently; as much as this was an act of passion for me I knew it was an act of love for Mom. Not that I wouldn’t fuck her too at some point; she was mine to fuck as I pleased and I would take great pleasure doing so for the rest of our lives, but I felt this first time should be more about the love we’d shared these past twenty-five years and the pledge we were making to one another about the future. This act between us was special, it was sacred, and that was how I felt as I slowly penetrated my way into her velvety tunnel.
Mom cried out beneath me as I filled her to the hilt, and as much as I knew it was the physical pleasure overpowering her, I knew the emotional experience was really what this was about for her right now. I held myself in this position for a while and stopped to softly kiss her using my lips and tongue. As I did so, I could feel Mom’s legs come up and curl around me, with her ankles ultimately locking together around my waist. I knew how much being joined together like this meant to her. She didn’t have to tell me that this was the greatest moment in her life, and at this point would accept nothing less from her.
It was time now, we were both ready, and so I began rhythmically moving my hips, slowly but surely plunging my cock into Mom with full, long strokes. And so we continued as such, with me gently making love to her. It was exquisite for me, to experience the warmth of her deliciously tight pussy as I plunged into her with earnestness over and over. What I hadn’t expected was the ringing of Mom’s loving voice as we made love, the same voice I’d known all my life, whether it was on good days like wishing me Happy Birthday or not-so-happy days like telling me I had to finish my homework before I could go out and play. And now that same familiar voice was filling my ears, lustily encouraging me with cries about how incredible my cock felt inside her and how she was getting close to cum. Mom’s ankles still held me firmly in place as if in desperation, as if she couldn’t bear to live another moment of her life again without my cock buried inside her, our bodies joined as one.
I still craved more though, I wanted more, and if Mom had taught me anything today it was that she was the only woman I could trust to give me whatever I wanted without asking questions or passing judgment.
“Tell me to fuck you, Mother. I want to hear you ask for it, you incest-loving slut.”
“Yes, it’s true James, I’m a slut, a nasty whore,” Mom earnestly replied. “I have been ever since the first time I imagined you fucking me. I was ashamed at first, but I can live with that now, because now I know I’m your slut, your incest-loving whore. I can be at peace with all of that as long as you want me as much as I want you.”
“I do want to fuck you, Mother…”
“Then fuck me, James, fuck your incest-loving slut like she deserves!”
I loved it, loved the way Mom was willing to say or do whatever I wanted her to to turn me on, and I responded by pounding into her as hard as I could, the bed shaking violently below as I roughly pounded into her again and again.
“That’s it baby, fuck me,” Mom managed to growl as she held on for dear life. “Fuck your mother like the whore like she is!”
I was gasping for air now, my hips ramming into Mom at a fever pitch, pummeling into her with a ferocity that was even rare for me. Like magic my orgasm triggered hers, as if we’d been given some sort of divine blessing despite the sinful cocktail of fluids now mixing together deep inside Mom’s womb. Of course, that was only the tip of the iceberg in terms of what I was feeling though. I’d committed myself to a new life with a new love. Mom had once said that she’d gladly sacrifice her life for mine, and of course I believed her since I felt the exact same way about her. Now we were embarking upon a new twist on our relationship, and while I certainly expected challenges I also knew Dad was right when he told me that neither Mom nor I could ever find anyone better for that journey than each other.
I woke up in the morning with Mom lying in bed next to me. We’d had sex twice more before retiring for the night. Those encounters hadn’t been as verbally charged as the first, but that was fine by me, as physically our lovemaking had been just as spirited and passionate. I looked up at Mom peering down on me as one of her hands casually caressed my chest.
“Please dear, tell me what you’re thinking,” Mom sighed earnestly. I didn’t think she was feeling any shame or regret, but it was sweet to see her concern about me.
“I’m thinking I’m starving and would love to have some breakfast right now,” I replied, trying to add some levity to the situation as I got out of bed. It didn’t work at all in settling Mom’s nerves, and so I squeezed one of her hands with mine and added:
“I think we both deserve a clean slate, especially with one another. Last night was the first chapter in our life together.”
“Really, James? I know I’ve done a lot of things that hurt you. I wouldn’t expect your forgiveness so soon.”
“I don’t know if I’d call it forgiveness; acceptance might be the better word. I accept that we’ve both made mistakes, that we both have regrets, and that we both want to move on. Last night was the new beginning I think we both needed.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that dear,” Mom said, her voice swelling with joy.
“We’ll have plenty of time to talk about this later Mom, but I think we should both be getting ready for today now.”
“Yes James, of course,” she replied.
Dad’s funeral had been a few days ago, but there had been many people who’d been unable to attend as well as others who had but further wished to pay their respects, and so we were having them all over for lunch today. It would still be later before the guests began arriving, but the caterers we’d hired would be over in about an hour, so Mom and I made the best use of the time we had to get ready.
We had about fifty guests come and go over the course of the day, and Mom and I played the role of hosting them. We mostly stayed apart, entertaining our guests separately, and I was happy to share stories about Dad with people who loved and respected him. Every once in a while, I’d look over at where Mom was, usually seeing her in the middle of a group of people. She was a lot better at this sort of thing than I was; in fact, most of time I’d look over to see how she was faring only to find her already looking in my direction to check up on me. We’d make eye contact briefly, privately share a tiny smile when appropriate, and then return to our hosting duties. She was the perfect woman to have at your side for an event like this, and I felt lucky to have her there to take much of the social pressure off of me.
What really astonished me though was that even with the conservative black dress and light makeup she was wearing I still thought Mom looked stunningly beautiful. She’d pulled her hair back into a simple bun, and every time I looked over at her I’d be taken by the natural loveliness of her face. I found myself more entranced every time I looked at her, although always making certain as to not alone allow my outer behavior to appear as anything more than a doting son and host.
Evening finally came and the two of us were alone again. Mom was standing at a table when I came up behind her and pressed up against her. I had my hands on either side of her hips, massaging them gently, and rested my chin atop her right shoulder. It wasn’t meant to be forward; in fact I’m sure I’d held her like this plenty of times before, although the sensation of her sexy bum against my crotch felt too good for me to not want to sexualize the feeling, so I purposely pressed my dick into it to increase the pleasure.
“You did well tonight,” Mom said, still looking ahead but now smiling. “Bryan would have been proud.” She did nothing to acknowledge what I was doing to her physically, although my cock was about half erect now and I could feel her playfully pushing her ass back into it.
“Thanks, Mom, that means a lot to me,” I replied. “But I couldn’t have done it without you. Dad understood what it meant to have you at his side all those years, and now I see it too.” I could feel myself starting to become sentimental, and it triggered a similar response from Mom.
“It’s so weird Mom, these last couple of days have literally been the worst of my life because of losing Dad and yet when I think about us all I know is how happy you’ve made me and how determined I am to be the man you want and need.”
“Bryan understood all of this better than we did, and that’s why I think the best thing is to not overthink it and just worry about how we feel. I love you more than anything, James, and that’s enough to make me look forward to every day we have together from now on.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I said. I was one of those men who had trouble saying that to girlfriends, especially the first time, as I’d wrestled with myself trying to sort out my feelings for them, but with Mom the words came out easily, naturally. I’d said them thousands of times to her throughout my life, and there was never any doubt. Dad really did know me better than I’d given him credit for; romantic relationships were much more of a struggle for me than I ever cared to admit. That wasn’t going to happen this time; my love for Mom was unquestioned and absolute, and there was not even a single doubt in my mind that she felt the same about me. Knowing that gave me a comfort that was beyond words, and my respect for Dad’s wisdom reached new heights.
“Dad was right about me, right about us,” I said as I moved my arms around Mom’s waist to hold her tightly against me. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, making her smile.
“I think I want to turn in now,” I said, even though it was still early. “It’s been a long day and I just want to unwind. We can finish cleaning up tomorrow.” Of course, wanting to go to bed and wanting to sleep were two different things, and I hoped Mom would pick up on my invitation.
“Sounds great dear,” she replied, “but I’m feeling a little stiff and am dying to take a hot bath first. You could wait up for me if you like, I’ll try not to be too long.” I was a bit disappointed at Mom’s idea, something she picked up on immediately.
“Or you could join me if that sounds better,” she suggested.
“I’d like that,” I replied happily, “I’d like that a lot.”
“Why don’t you get us a couple of glasses of wine and meet me upstairs then,” she said with the prettiest of smiles.
We had numerous bathrooms in the house, including three bathtubs, so I wasn’t certain which one Mom was using. One of them had always been for her use only, a large white oval-shaped tub that had a classic, cozy look to it. I got the wine and went upstairs, and was startled to find her next to her tub, getting it ready with hot water and some scented oils she liked to use.
“Are you sure you want to use yours?” I asked. “I know it was always off limits to me and Dad.”
“Only off limits to you, at least at first,” Mom corrected. “If you haven’t noticed, it’s big enough for two; I bought it with that in mind.”
“Oh, I see,” I replied uneasily. Dad was loving in his own way, and romantic too, but I could easily picture him balking at the idea of taking baths with Mom. I could also imagine her haughtily declaring it off limits to the both of us after he did so. As I said before however, I wasn’t here to compete with Dad. He was who he was, just as I was my own person.
“Here, let me deal with that,” Mom said, taking the bottle and glasses from my hand. “The water is ready, go make yourself comfortable dear.”
I was still dressed in my formal suit and tie, but now dutifully began removing it.
“You looked so handsome today dear, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” Mom remarked with a smile and intonation that was more sexually charged than I’d expected.
“I’m glad it wasn’t just me then,” I chuckled back. “Even wearing such a simple outfit like you did today, you were still the prettiest woman I saw all day. I tried not to stare, but I’m not so sure I succeeded.”
It was then that it dawned on me what was happening, we were in love. Of course, we’d loved each other our whole lives, but not like this. This was a new love, an exciting love, a forbidden love but a love nevertheless accentuated with passion and desire. Every time I looked at Mom tonight, my heart began pumping a little faster, aching at being apart from her for even such a short time. I didn’t just love her anymore, I was in love with her. And those feelings of love were now fueling my lust for her as well.
And now I could feel my heart speeding up again, as I noted her intently watching me get undressed. I could see the look of excitement building up in her as well, arousal tempered with the experience of someone who knew that events like this were best to be enjoyed slowly. As I slid off the last of my clothing, my cock sprang out, fully erect. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t touched it; just being alone with Mom in this erotic setting was more than enough to make me hard. I recalled Mom’s words from before, about how much she enjoyed the sight of my hard cock, and felt gratified to be able to show it to her again.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” she kidded.
I loved her sly little remark, just as I loved the mischievous grin she flashed as her eyes noticeably focused on my erection. The electricity, the chemistry I was feeling with her now was something I hadn’t felt for a long time with any woman, maybe never. And now it was happening with Mom, the love of my life even if it had been a platonic love until now. But that door between us had been opened too, and the feeling was more exhilarating than anything I could have ever imagined.
I lay back in the tub and now it was my turn to watch Mom get undressed. It was a surreal experience, knowing that not only had she worn this dress today but it had also served as her funeral dress for Dad a few days ago. I had chastized myself for having such mixed feelings, part of me respectful of the elegance she’d demonstrated in honoring Dad’s memory and yet another part that had been undeniably attracted to her at a time when that was the last thing that should occupied my thoughts.
She faced me, keeping eye contact with me almost the entire time, enjoying the unadulterated excitement in my eyes as she exposed her sensual curves to me once more. Thus far, I’d managed to stay silent in my appreciation, but when her dress fell to the ground and I saw the matching garter belt holding Mom’s black stockings in place I couldn’t help but utter an approving groan. Her panties had taken me by surprise too, being a lot sexier and skimpier than what I would expect her to wear, but then again knowing her tastes it might have been the case that that was the only kind of underwear she owned.
“What, cat got your tongue?” she teased, enjoying my predicament. I’d managed to keep relatively calm to this point, but didn’t care enough to maintain that facade anymore, wrapping one of my hands around and my dick and now slowly masturbating as I watched.
“I guess you could say I’ve always had a thing for garter belts and stockings,” I quipped.
“I’ll keep that in mind from now on,” Mom said. She then walked saucily over to the side of the tub where I sat and asked, “Here, mind giving me a hand with these, honey?”
She’d unfastened the belt and presented her thigh for me to begin rolling the stocking down, but there were clearly ulterior motives for her action, as her panties were now only inches from my face. I could smell her arousal, almost taste it from this distance, and giving into those primal urges overtaking me immediately buried my face between her legs.
“Oh yeah,” she yelped, a mixture of gasping in excitement and laughter. “That feels nice.” My senses were intoxicated by her aroma by this point, and in a desperate attempt to get more my tongue had instinctively gone out, poking and licking away at the front of her panties in hopes of being rewarded with more of her essence. My face was buried between her legs now, going all out in a wild frenzy, when to my surprise Mom pulled away.
“Come on James, we’ll have plenty enough time for that,” she managed to say. For a second I thought I’d ruined the moment, but the arousal on her face was clear as Mom hastily caught her breath. If she wanted to slow things down a bit and savor her pleasure, that was fine by me. And with that Mom handed me my glass of wine and finished removing her clothes, and then joined me with a glass of her own, lying between my legs with her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts, and merely held her for the next half hour or so as we enjoyed each other’s company, talking, joking, and laughing with one another.
My cock was still hard, very hard in fact as it rest against Mom’s thigh, but it wasn’t a distraction for me. If anything, it added to the sensual feeling of the scented hot water and Mom’s soft, warm body against mine. Occasionally, we’d stop and kiss for a while, but it was slow and leisurely, and I did my best to simply relish the moment, letting Mom set the pace, rather than try and press her for more. At one point, we were talking about the future, and all of a sudden Mom’s voice became much more serious.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, James, and… I suppose now’s a good a time as any,” she said. For the most part, our conversation had been light-hearted, but I could hear an earnestness enter Mom’s voice now.
“A few weeks ago… Bryan had a sperm sample sent to a fertility clinic. He knows the owner there well, in fact, he made a deal with him, that if “we” ever get pregnant the clinic will certify that it was done artificially there using Bryan’s sample. We also have the option of doing the same if you want to give a sample, but they will still record it as coming from Bryan. Your father thought it would make things a lot easier for us if any children we had were legally his.”
“He’s right,” I said, marveling at how Dad, the master wheeler-dealer, was still making things happen for me from beyond the grave.
“James…” Mom began hesitantly, “Were you serious, really serious, about wanting to have a baby?”
“I think so,” I began cautiously. “I know it’s a big step, and that alone makes it scary, but I feel like I’m ready. More than anything, having you there with me makes me feel a lot better.”
“Really?” Mom asked with genuine excitement.
“What about you, Mom?” I asked. “I don’t want you to agree to anything just because of me. You have to want it as much as I do or I’d rather we forget the whole idea.”
“It’s all I’ve thought about, dear,” Mom answered, her voice becoming increasingly fervent. She’d always had a tough time talking about her efforts to get pregnant after me, enough that I treated the topic as a taboo subject, but I hoped she would be willing to talk about it now.
“I know it was hard for you, Mom… I know how much you wanted more children, but that was a long time ago. I thought you’d possibly given up on the idea by now.”
“No, but as life went on, things changed between your Dad and me, and the idea of trying to get pregnant again seemed like less of a good idea.”
“Well, if you want to try again, we can,” I said. “In fact, if you want to try In-vitro again with Dad’s sample, I’m fine with that too.” After everything Dad had done for me, for us, I’d happily raise his child. It seemed like a fitting tribute.
“We never told you this James, but the main reason the doctors gave as to why I’d miscarried was because of something wrong with Bryan’s sperm. And with me being older too now… I don’t think I’d want to take that chance again. Besides, I want it to happen the natural way, even if it’s less likely to work for a woman my age.”
Mom looked up at me, smiling warmly, and I felt the need to take her hand in mine, with our fingers interlacing lovingly.
“If it’s meant to happen, then it will happen,” she continued, “And if it doesn’t, and you still want a child, then we’ll find another way.”
“Okay,” I said.
“But we can’t wait any longer. My body clock is ticking, and there’s not a lot of time left.”
“I understand.”
“Then it’s agreed. I won’t take my birth control pill today, or from now on. It’ll take a few days before I’ll have any chance of getting pregnant, and we’ll see what happens after that. There’s only thing I would like from you James.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“We can have fun whenever and wherever you like, but when it comes to trying to get pregnant, I only want it to happen in our bed.”
“You mean fucking?” I asked with amusement, seeing Mom become suddenly too bashful to say the word.
“Yes,” she replied. “You… your Dad…” she replied awkwardly until finding the right words, “I became pregnant with you in that bed. I feel like if fate wants it to happen again, it’ll happen there.”
I loved the idea, and while I didn’t say it aloud I think we both knew there was something erotically poetic about Mom wanting me to impregnate her in the same bed where I had been conceived.
With that matter settled Mom began to focus on our current lovemaking, turning around to face me and then showering my face, neck, and chest with amorous kisses. Her ministrations ended with her straddling my prone body, facing me as she lowered herself onto my stiff cock.
“Oh, oh yes,” she began gasping almost immediately as she eagerly rode my erection. Once again, the sex was great, not only because Mom was such an accomplished lover, knowing when to speed up and when to slow down to maximize the experience for both of us, but because I got to watch her sexy body writhing to and fro as she thrust herself like a wild woman against me, culminating with me getting the perfect view of her pretty face contorting as she screamed out my name in orgasm.
I’d known this woman my whole life and yet there was so much I didn’t know about her, and now that I’d been able to connect with her on this most intimate level I felt an insatiable need for more. We got out of the tub and found some towels to dry each other off, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself a bit as I looked back at it. All these years I’d wondered why Mom had bought such a large tub, since it was almost too big for this sized room, never guessing that she’d done so with the specific intent of having sex in it with Dad. And now, years later, her plans were being finally fulfilled with me. Finding out any new intimate details about her like this was like being handed a precious stone for me, something to be cherished and appreciated.
***
The next few weeks were hectic as I gradually shifted more and more of my responsibilities at work to other trusted, capable people. Most of them had worked under Dad, so I had no reason to lack any faith in them, but there were still plenty of meetings and so forth that I was required to attend until all was finally settled.
Mom was clearly disappointed at not being able to spend as much time with me. Dad had warned me about this, about how she would suffer from being alone, and I was now seeing a bit of what he had predicted firsthand. I assured Mom that this was only temporary, and I meant it. I also tried to be more open about my feelings for her, telling her that she would always be the most important person in my life, as well as the child that I felt certain was coming. That last part made Mom particularly happy, as ever since our last conversation I’d never seen her so preoccupied about anything, never really understanding how badly she wanted another child until now.
Our sex life had been sporadic with me being away so much, but now those matters were settled, and I promised Mom that she would be the focus of my life again. I’d first made that promise to Dad, and then to her, but I wasn’t merely fulfilling obligations to them anymore. This was what I wanted, she was what I wanted. This was a different life than anything I’d experienced, and I wanted it to continue.
The end of every week became an event as Mom would take a home pregnancy test, and despite them all being negative so far, we both managed to keep our spirits up. And while she was obviously focused on it during sex, I was glad to see that it wasn’t her obsession either. For example, I often still came in her mouth, since she knew how much I enjoyed it, with Mom always reassuring me that it was okay with her because a lack of sperm from me was the last thing she ever worried about. Mom might have been right about that — as I mentioned before cumming four times or more during sex was normal for me, usually with hardly any rest periods needed in between.
I still remember how excited she got when she first learned this about me, and I loved that she enjoyed finding out new things about me sexually as much as I did with her. We’d be fucking and fucking and I’d cum really hard before she’d cum at all, and she’d expect me to want to rest a bit when I’d shock her by instead ramming away at her pussy again, with my erection barely losing anything.
“Oh my god,” she’d said in a stunned voice, before settling down enough to let me have my way with her again. Afterward, she jokingly referred to my testicles as “magic balls” for being able to produce that much cum, and so taking a load down her throat every time we had sex was not something that concerned her at all with regards to trying to get pregnant.
As for me, I was having the time of my life during these sessions, and it wasn’t just because Mom’s sex drive, even without her pregnancy motive, was such that it made me feel like I was cumming day and night. It wasn’t just the quantity of sex we were having, however, but the quality too. Mom was by far the most responsive lover I’d ever had, everything I did seemed to turn her on, and it brought out an uninhibited side of me that I had no reservations about letting loose whenever we were together.
I did things I’d never done before with a woman, like lick her ass and fuck it with my tongue. Anal sex is not really my thing, but I loved growling at her that she should expect me to fuck her ass one day, and she always writhed in excitement at hearing my dirty talk about it. A lot of that came from me being practically entranced by Mom’s ass for years, and now all those primal emotions were being unleashed as well, even in ways I couldn’t have expected.
Another example of this was that I’d never spanked a woman during sex before, but one day when I’d really lost control I’d turned Mom over on my lap and began swatting away. She hadn’t expected it, and I found out later it was a new thing for her too, but it wasn’t long before she’d gotten caught up in the moment, egging me on as I spanked her bare bottom. It was just physical for me at first, but as Mom taunted me to punish her “naughty ass” I got engaged in the verbal side of it too, culminating with me calling her filthy whore for wanting to fuck her son all these years as I rained slap after slap on her now cherry red ass and her begging me for more.
With all this self-exploration going on I had worried about keeping the promise I’d made to Mom about only having intercourse in our bed, but if anything the opposite ended up being true. Not that it wouldn’t have been nice to have sex elsewhere sometimes, but that didn’t stop us from having plenty of foreplay elsewhere. And when the time was right, I’d sweep Mom up into my arms, typically with both of us naked by this point, and carry her upstairs. The interruption wasn’t a bad one; if anything I felt gallant as I took those steps towards our bedroom with both of us knowing how determined I was to get her pregnant. I’d look down at Mom as I carried her and see her knowingly smiling back, and just her knowing that I was going to fuck her relentlessly to try and give her that baby she wanted added greatly to my excitement.
By the time we’d get to the bedroom, we’d both be in a frenzy, fucking like a couple of wild animals in heat. I’d be thrusting into Mom, holding her tightly in place as I rammed my cock into her from above or behind, or whatever other angle we’d settled on, knowing how much she wanted me to give her a baby and that I was going to be relentless in making it happen for her. And so I’d cum and cum, forcing my cock as deep into her as I could each time, visualizing my semen coating her soft, expecting womb over and over with more of my sticky cum. I think my added excitement would rub off on Mom too, because she’d usually climax several times during these sessions, which felt as much like a physical workout as they did having sex. Afterward, we lay together in bed, exhausted, and Mom would usually do something like hold me in her arms and laugh happily, telling me how much she loved me.
I’ll never forget the day it happened, the day Mom showed me her home pregnancy test with the big plus sign on it. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl, and after I took her into my arms and we kissed for a while, we both became very emotional. Mom wept her tears of joy softly as we embraced, and I confided to her about how much I’d grown as a person and a man in the three months we’d been together, and how I would do the same to be the best father I could.
“And husband,” Mom suddenly added.
“Mom, I…”
“What’s wrong, James? Don’t you have those types of feelings for me?”
Of course, I did. These last few months with Mom had been the best of my life, and watching those barriers final between us come down as we became lovers had been unforgettable, but she had been married, to Dad, and the last thing I wanted to do was disrespect his memory.
“Give me your hand,” I said. Was she really serious about this? Not that I thought she was bluffing, but I guess I needed to find out. I took Mom’s hand in mine and then gently grasped her wedding band with the fingers of my other hand.
“Are you really sure about this?” I asked, looking deep into her eyes. “What about Dad?”
“More than anything, Bryan wanted us to be together,” she replied. “And if there’s anyone he’d want me to call husband again, it would be you.”
Deep down I knew she was right; he’d literally given Mom to me, saying he wanted me to be her man going forward, that he wanted, or at least expected, her to re-marry, but that he didn’t trust anyone with that responsibility besides me.
I slowly began sliding the ring off, stopping about halfway to once again look into Mom’s eyes.
“Really James, it’s alright,” Mom reassured me. “Your Dad will always be special to me, but that doesn’t mean we can’t build a life together of our own. It’s what Bryan wanted and, more importantly, it’s what I want.”
The scene was practically surreal to me as I slid Mom’s wedding band the rest of the way off and placed it on a table nearby. I had no memories of ever seeing her without it, as if the large, double-band diamond ring had always been a part of her hand. She seemed more naked without it than any article of clothing she could remove. I was a bit stunned, not really sure what to do next, but then Mom suddenly took me into a warm embrace and we kissed. Just like her, it was sweet and romantic, but also exciting and sensual.
We held each other like this, gently kissing and caressing one another, until Mom finally broke away and took my hand in hers. Coincidentally, or maybe not so, she did it with the hand that had worn Dad’s ring all these years but was now bare.
“Come on,” she said giving me the most inviting of smiles before leading me back to our bedroom. The mood was sweet and gentle, articles of clothing gradually coming off as we continued our sensual foreplay, until we were once again in the bed naked together, with me on top lying between Mom’s V- spread legs and my hard cock filling her warm pussy..
I was slowly thrusting in and out of her, purposefully building up my pace when she suddenly started moaning, “Yes James, just like that. Make love to me, make love to your wife.” I continued fucking her with long deep strokes that bottomed out as my cock buried itself to the hilt on each entry, listening to her moans and groans that were gradually becoming louder and more intense. And that’s when I could really sense it, know it to be completely true. I was making love to my wife, my cock buried inside her pussy, feeling her cervix every time with my tip as my balls slapped loudly against her entrance. And in my mind’s eye, only slightly beyond my cock’s reach, was the egg I had fertilized, attached to her uterine wall where Mom would nurture it with all her love the same way she had done with me twenty-five years before.
I turned Mom around to take her from behind, since not only did it allow me to get another look at her glorious ass but because I’d always managed to fuck her the hardest in this position. It was the deepest for her too, and Mom had occasionally had cervical climaxes when we did it this way. I was determined to make it happen for her again today.
I began ramming into her as hard as I could, pushing myself to my limits, and my extra vigor had taken over her too. I wanted to hear her scream, and soon enough she was.
“That’s it husband, fuck your wife, make her cum!”
It was as unexpected for me as it was exciting, and if Mom’s goal was to incite me to greater passion it worked, as I thrust into her with a practically ruthless energy. But it was just about that though; we were as close as any husband and wife. I didn’t need a ring to prove that to either of us, although I would get her one now and take great joy in seeing Mom wear it until death did us part.
“Come on husband, fuck me fuck me!” she demanded, her shouts growing hoarse as if she was starting to lose her voice.
I came hard and deep inside her, with one final thrust holding myself firm as I emptied a copious load of my semen into her womb. This had become a standard practice of mine as part of our trying to get pregnant, and although it wasn’t necessary now it was too much a habit to abandon so soon. Mom’s climax hit her immediately afterward, and from the way her entire body shook beneath me and the earth-shattering shriek she gave I was certain that she managed to achieve one of her ‘C-spot’ orgasms. We lay together in each other arms afterward, lovingly holding one another and exchanging gentle kisses. It was then that I was able to look Mom in the eye and call her my wife for the first time. She looked so happy as she smiled warmly back at me, calling me husband. I lovingly held her bare hand once more, and then we held one another, truly feeling like we were husband and wife as we drifted off to sleep.
***
Epilogue:
Three months have now passed, and all seems well. Mom has had several visits with her obstetrician, and despite her age and other risk factors everything appears to be pointing to us having a textbook, healthy pregnancy. We’ve also seen a few other specialists along the way, and they all seem confident about how well she’s doing. It gave us enough confidence that Mom and I decided to formally announce she was expecting to our family and friends. Of course, we used Dad’s pre-arranged plan, and most if not all of our social circle thought it a loving tribute that Mom would bear another child for him, and they were all extremely proud of me for promising to take the responsibility of raising it as if it were my own.
Other than following doctor’s orders, Mom had promised to take it easy at home. We’d had a maid to help around the house, but she’d left shortly before Dad passed. That was probably for the best anyway, since she knew who I was and it would have been hard to explain things like Mom and I now sleeping in the same bed. I wanted to hire someone new, but it was proving to be difficult, as I felt like it was inevitable that at some point they’d discover the truth about Mom and I.
“I might be able to help with that,” Mom said. “Before Ana moved away she had someone working for her, who knew all about her and David and was perfectly fine with it. Let me call her.”
Mom and Ana didn’t keep in touch much these days, but she had sent us a beautiful arrangement and condolence card when Dad passed. Mom had also sent out a pregnancy announcement card to Ana, but hadn’t heard anything back from her yet. I had some matters to attend to myself, so I told her to call Ana and let me know how things went later. I was in my home office doing some work when Mom came in to talk to me.
“Good news,” Mom said as she came into the room and sat across my desk from me. “Ana still has her maid’s old number. She’s only doing odd cleaning jobs here and there, but is looking for another live-in arrangement. I haven’t called her yet, thinking I should talk to you first, but from what Ana told me I say we should hire her.”
“We can talk about that in a bit, first tell me about how things went with Ana,” I said. “I know the two of you aren’t on the best of terms anymore.”
“It’s true that we aren’t close like before, and sure, I don’t talk to her much these days, but we’re still friends,” Mom replied. “She was overjoyed to hear about me being pregnant…”
“Oh?” I asked. “And… I feel like you’re leaving out something.”
“Well, Ana could tell that there was more to the story than I was letting on and so she finally came out and said it. She said that when she read the card saying that Bryan was the father she had doubts about it and had hoped, really hoped, that it was actually yours.”
“Wow, did we really do that bad a job with the announcement?” I asked.
“I don’t think so, I think it was just Ana being Ana, and with her knowing how things were between me and Bryan and me and you. Anyway, she was so happy she began crying when I admitted it was yours.”
“Are you sure that was a good idea to tell her?” I asked.
“We can trust Ana; I wouldn’t have called to ask her about her maid if we didn’t,” Mom answered. “Anyway, the girl who worked for them, Mai, knew they were a couple as well as mother and son, as Ana felt she could trust her with that information a few weeks after hiring her. According to Ana, it was never a problem.”
“Mai, that’s Asian, right?” I asked.
“She’s originally from Vietnam, but emigrated a few years ago. Ana said she’s twenty-two, speaks passable English, and is a very hard worker.”
“I suppose, if you’re convinced she’s worth hiring, then I’m fine with it too,” I said.
***
Another month has passed and once again everything appears to be running smoothly. My relationship with Mom is stronger than ever. I love being with Mom as she goes through this; even on the days when she’s not feeling well it only strengthens my resolve as I am there to provide for and support her. She’s more beautiful to me than ever too. As is Mom’s fashion she still loves lounging next to our pool, and with my encouragement almost always does so in the nude, wearing nothing but the bright emerald ring I put on her finger to pledge my everlasting love for her. She’s showing now too, and the way Mom’s face lights up every time she proudly shows off her baby bump makes me so excited for the days to come. I truly feel like we are partners, lovers, and yes, husband and wife.
Then there’s Mai, who has made things so much easier on the both of us by taking care of the house as well as helping me with Mom. We’ve never openly discussed “it” with her, but knowing she knows gives me a sense of comfort and relief. She’s often in earshot to hear me say “Mom,” a habit that I don’t see going away any time soon, just like she knows Mom and I retire to the same bedroom every night.
As for our sex life, Mom and I still like to spice things up by having it as often as possible at different times and places around the house, and while we try to be somewhat discreet, I have no doubt Mai has often inadvertently heard and probably even caught us doing it several times by now. She’s never acknowledged what she knows, other than maybe a slight blush or knowing smile here and there, making me believe that at the very least she’s not offended by our living arrangement.
Life has been tough without Dad; Mom and I still talk about him often and fondly, but those sad conversations always end with us being thankful for the wisdom he showed in bringing the two of us together. Each day is something I look forward to, something to cherish and enjoy. I wouldn’t have had that without what Dad gave me before he passed, and what Mom gives me every day that we’re together.
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