“I’m going to tell you something in confidence, but before I do, I want you to swear that you will never reveal what I’m about to tell you to anybody, anybody at all, without my express permission. Understood?”
“Understood, Mom. It sounds kind of heavy, but yes, I so swear.”
“Okay, then. You might be able to work out who from what I’m about to tell you, but it stays our secret.” I paused for a moment, then went on. “A month or so ago I was out for dinner with some friends, remember?”
“Yes, the ladies from your book society, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right. Anyway, I shared a taxi home with one of them and we got got talking while we were waiting for the cab to arrive at the restaurant to collect us. What she told me shocked me, but it also got me thinking, thinking and wondering. She told me that she’d been having sex with her son for about six months, and knowing I was a widow with a son of a similar age to hers, suggested I try it myself. As she put it, it would mean my being loved by a man who loved me, but not only that, it would be a worthwhile combination of my experience and his youthful vigor. She said it was the best sex she’d ever had. I laughed it off and told her ‘no chance’, but she’d got me thinking, thinking that if I ever found out that you wanted me in that way I’d need to give it careful thought and today what do I find out? You do want me that way!”
“Oh, wow. And? Or do I mean so? What’s your conclusion, Mom?” Peter looked stunned, but I thought I detected a hint of hope, too, that I was seriously thinking of having sex with him!
“My conclusion?” I gave him a rueful smile. “No easy way around this, so I guess I have to ask you outright to be sure. Do you, or do you not, want to make love to me? Oh, hell, let’s be blunt. Do you want to fuck me?”
He squeezed my fingers. “Yes, to both questions, Mom. Yes, I do want to make love to you. Yes, I do want to fuck you.”
“I thought so.” I laughed. “That pretty erection you showed me was a good indicator of that.”
He grinned. “He tends to act independently at moments like that.” He studied me for a moment, but I think he needed to know as well, and his next words confirmed my suspicions. “What about you, Mom? Do you want to fuck me?”
I held his eye for a long moment, then nodded. “God forgive me for a sinner, but yes, I do want to fuck my son.” I shook my head ruefully. “Mol – my friend was right, she said I’d want to, once the idea took hold. Damn it, woman, you were right!”
“Your friend from the book society?” He grinned. “Molly Hunter?”
“That’s right. I told you you’d probably be able to work it out. Our secret, though?”
“Of course.” He laughed. “But it does explain why Dave Hunter is smiling more these days.”
“Yeah, I guess it does at that.” I leaned forward and took hold of my coffee cup, lifting it, draining it, then set it down and turned to him. I smiled and took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “How about now?”
“Now? Here?”
“Why not? Yes. Right here, on the rug.”
He studied me for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was hesitant. “Can we make out a little first? I want to kiss you, kiss you like a lover, kiss you and touch your breasts.”
My pussy pulsed, startling me, but the thought of Peter’s hands on me in intimacy excited me. “Of course we can,” I said, moving a little closer and leaning towards him, ready, willing. “I’m partial to having my nipples sucked,” I murmured, just as his lips met mine. He’d kissed me on the lips before, of course, but only light pecks on birthdays and holidays, never like this, hot, wet, wanting, the kiss of a lover, my tongue slipping out to play with his, but he wasn’t so lost in my kiss that he was going to ignore my breasts, and I felt his hand slip up to cup my left tit. Ah, yes! The nipple thrusting against his palm, a delight to the sensations, for both of us.
Well, he wasn’t going to be the only one touching and my fingers were busy, too, one of my hands behind his neck, holding him into our kiss, the other dropping to his groin, taking hold of his now solid erection, a little gasp escaping into our kiss as I felt him. Gently, I broke the kiss, holding his eyes with mine.
“Now, honey,” I whispered.
He eased himself to his feet, his erection hard and ready before him, and drew me up and into his arms for another kiss. I pressed against him, his cock trapped between us. This time it was he who broke the kiss, lowering me gently to the rug. I lay back, smiling up at him, taking a deep breath and spreading my legs, my pussy wet, ready for penetration. He went to his knees between my legs and I reached out to his cock, hot and hard and beautiful in my hand.
“I want this,” I said, giving him a squeeze, “here,” and I ran the middle finger of my other hand up my slit, “and I want it now.”
He eased forward, stretching one arm out to take his weight, holding his cock with his other hand, angling it towards my pussy, but I reached out and moved his hand away, taking his lovely, warm hardness into my own hand.
“You push, honey, I’ll navigate,” I murmured, and blew him a kiss as I guided his erection into my pussy. Yes! Warm, wet, my juices were flowing freely to welcome him. He pushed in, but even as wet as I was, and I was wet, he needed to pull back and spread my juices before pushing in again until he was fully into me, his lovely, hard cock feeling wonderful in me after six years without sex.
“Oh, fuck!” I said, “That feels good!” I stretched up to kiss him, then lay back, smiling. “Fuck me, son, fuck me hard – take your mother to paradise!”
Well, he’d almost always done what his Mom told him to do in the past, and if ever there was a time for doing what Mom said, it was now, so fuck me he did, and I relished the feeling of hard cock in warm, wet pussy, the fact that it was Peter’s hard cock in my warm, wet pussy only adding to the excitement. I don’t know, but I don’t think Peter yet had a lot of experience of fucking, certainly not an older woman, but judging by the little yips and sighs I was making he must have been doing something right, but I knew it wouldn’t — couldn’t — be long before climax, and his next words confirmed my thoughts.
“Mom, lover, getting close, can’t hold on much longer,” he managed to say between gasps for breath.
“Hold on a little longer, honey, getting close myself. Ease up slightly, let me get my hand in between us.”
He eased up a little and I slid my hand between us, feeling for my clitoris. The mental image stimulated me, too, and I could feel that tingling almost-ache that goes before climax. Peter was clenching his teeth and I suspected he was very close, confirmed moments later as he spoke, his voice almost a gasp.
“Gonna come, Mom, sorry, can’t hold it any longer. Coming, coming — now!” And I felt the surge of his hips as his cock drove into me, his jizz boiling up his cock and spilling into my welcoming depths in three or four surges, then easing. But by then I too was was in the throes of climax and I felt obscurely proud that it was him I was sharing the moment with. Intense moments like that don’t last, of course, and we gradually stilled, his cock twitching occasionally, our lungs easing in their attempts to extract oxygen from the air. I smiled up at him, lovingly, then stretched up to kiss him.
“First sex for me in six years, honey, but well worth waiting for. Thank you.” I winked. “How long for you?”
“More like six weeks. Jill, a girl at college. We have a sort of mutual-itch-scratching fuck-buddy arrangement. Fun-fucking without commitment.”
“Sounds sensible. Ease out, sweetheart, we’ll have another swim and then we need to talk.”
“Yeah, we do, don’t we? First topic? Protection. Mom, you had me so excited I didn’t even ask you if I needed a condom!”
“No, you didn’t, did you? Good job I went to the clinic last week and got myself a new diaphragm, isn’t it?”
“You knew then that we’d be fucking?”
“I didn’t know, no, but I wanted to be prepared, just in case. So relax, honey, momma is safe.”
He laughed. “Consider me relieved. Okay, Mom? Ready for me to pull out?” I nodded, and he pulled back, then bent and tugged me to my feet. Oops! I grimaced, my hand cupping my pussy.
“Quick, into the pool, you’re running out!”
It was another fun swim, as was the shower together afterwards and this time he washed my front as well as my back, making sure my tits and pussy were squeaky clean, while I made equally sure his cock and balls were clean, too. Dried, we made our way back to the sitting room, collapsing together on the couch. I turned to him, with a smile.
“I think something stronger than coffee is indicated. There’s a bottle of Napa Valley red in the kitchen. Would you open it and pour us each a glass? A big one!”
“On my way, Mom.” And he was back with the two glasses of wine very quickly. We each took a sip and set our glasses down on the coffee table. I turned to him and took his hand, solemn for the moment, my face serious.
“You do realize that what we did earlier is considered both legally and morally wrong, don’t you?”
“I do, but we aren’t hurting anybody. We’re two consenting adults sharing a private moment of pleasure, surely?”
I nodded. “I agree. I can’t say — yet – that it was the best sex I ever had, but it was, to be a little coarse, fucking great! And if we keep on having sex together, get used to each other, it can only get better, can’t it?”
“Do you want us to continue?”
I felt myself flush, but nodded again, holding his eye. “Yes, I think I do. You?”
“Absolutely!”
“Okay, then, but it has to stay our secret. No behaving like lovers in public, okay? Molly says that’s the hardest bit, because she feels like she wants to shout it to the world, but can’t. I think that it will help Molly and me both if we can talk about it, between the two of us.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He squeezed my fingers. “Can we sleep together tonight?”
I grinned, laughing. “Yes, eventually! We have things to do first, like experiment!” I sobered, remembering something. “I promised to let Molly know, if it happened. That okay with you?”
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