My Dates with Mom Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – My Dates with Mom Ch. 03 by thepeckker,thepeckker Authors Note: Hiya All – The previous two chapters of this story are my early writings more than ten years ago. However I always felt the story was never complete so I’ve decided a third chapter is in order. To have a full understanding of the characters its best that you read the previous chapters, but I’ll give a short synopsis should you not wish to do so given the time delay, otherwise, please skip down to where Chapter Three continues: – thepeckker

Synopsis: Tony is a 24year old Geologist that was transferred to his company’s Australian office two years ago. He has returned home on vacation for the first time and surprised his 46yo mother Laura, his 48yo father Sam, and 8yo twin sisters Cait and Vicky.

Sam is also in the oil and gas industry however his current contract requires that he fly in/fly out to the Middle East regularly and left a few days after Tony’s arrival.

Laura is feeling lonely due to Sam’s work schedule and one night after a few drinks, then a few more, she tells Tony about the times she and Sam used to date before they were married. Tony suggested that while Sam is away for that week he could take her on some dates to relive those times. Laura said she could not because it would be wrong but she would never get a sitter for the twins for every night anyway. Tony proposed that he would make them ‘home dates’ instead.

Tony and his mother (call me Laura and not Mom on our dates) have had two home dates so far; firstly a movie date, and secondly a dancing date. They have had sex twice but Laura has been all over the place with regret due to her love for Sam and her family, but also with desire and the thrill her son has given her.

The end of Chapter Two

When I gathered my breath again I said, “Mom that was fantastic… I want you to know that I have no regrets making love with you… it was beautiful, you are beautiful… I have never thought of you as a slut, never anything like that at all.”

“Mmmm… thank you baby… I have no regrets either son. I feel very satisfied too. I haven’t cum like that in a very… very… long time.” I kissed the top of her head and apologised, “Sorry I cum inside you again Mom.”

“It’s ok Tony, when I was at the doctor this morning I asked to go back on the pill. Ha! ha!, perhaps I’m a slut after all… but only a slut for my son!”

Chapter Three continues:

“You’re kidding.” I said hopefully.

“Of course I’m kidding,” Mom said as she lifted her head off my chest, breaking into a smile that lit up her beautiful face, “How can I explain to your father that I’ve gone back on the pill when he had a vasectomy after the twins were born? And anyhow, it takes a good week for the pill to work so it’s useless after the load you’ve just given me.”

Resting her head back on my chest she continued in a muffled voice, “Please stay inside me Baby… just hold me… I don’t want to think about the wrongness of what we’ve done… but just bask in this sensation of being physically loved by my son… and to feel so alive again!”

I tighten my arms, wrapping myself around Mom until she’s cocooned in my physical embrace.

“Mmmmm thats nice darling,” she responded while snuggling closer.

It only took five minutes of listening to the soft rhythmic sound of her breathing before I fell into a satisfying peaceful sleep.

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I woke up to the morning sun streaming through my bedroom window, realsiing I must have fallen into a deep slumber. I found myself alone in bed, with no recollection of my mom leaving. The bedcovers had been pulled over me, indicating that she must have left before the dawn coolness. Checking the clock, I was surprised to see it was already 10:30am, so it was likely that Cait and Vicky are at school and my mom at work. I settled back onto my pillow, reflecting on the events of the past twenty-four hours. It was clear that I had upset my mother deeply, seeing her angrier than I had ever seen before. Despite the turmoil, I was amazed at the passion my words had stirred in her, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. She had always been the reliable and composed mom to me, not the fiery vixen I encountered last night.

Now here it is Thursday, which meant Dad would be home from the Middle East tomorrow night. Tonight would be the last date I could have with Mom before I flew out to New York to finish the remainder of my holiday. As if on cue, the telephone snaps me back to the present with a jolt.

“Hello?” I say tentatively.

“Hi honey,” came the voice at the other end. I bolt upright! It’s mom! “Are you still in bed?”

“Well… sort of,” I respond casually, “I’ve been awake for a little while but was just lying here reflecting on last night. I’m sorry that you thought I disrespected you Mom… I would never intentionally do that you know… I love you.”

“And I love you too Tony… I am also sorry that I got so irate… I said and did some awful things that I never knew were in me, but you made me just so angry… spraying yourself over me like that… and on your father’s bed as well! He doesn’t deserve that sort of disrespect either Baby. You need to realise that I still love your Dad very much Tony,… and I feel so ashamed of what I’ve done… of what you and I have done. If he ever finds out it will kill him.”

“I would never tell him Mom,” I responded, “and please don’t feel ashamed. I’ve never experienced… I’ve never felt such intense feelings with anybody as I did last night with you!”

“Ton..,” she started to interject.

“Please let me speak Mom,” then immediately I continued, “I think the difference is that,… well… I love you Mom… with other girls…woman, it’s just been sex… but with you it’s like I’m on another level. Perhaps it’s also because you’re my mother… and that’s forbidden … I don’t know… but what I do know is that with you I can be… well, free… and not judged. It’s a freedom that I’ve not experienced with anyone else… no matter what I do, I know it will always be okay with you… and I am getting the sense that you really enjoy the same freedom that I do. You will always be my mother, Mom… and as far as outsiders are concerned, that’s the way it is and that’s the way I will always treat you. But, I don’t wanna stop being intimate with you, being your secret lover… if you would allow me that honour Mom.”

Complete silence. The lack of any sound combined with the throbbing of my heart is deafening.

“Mom,” I said, “are you still there?”

After an equally long period, “Oh Baby this is just such a mess. I just can’t discuss this with you now! Look, I have to get back to work anyway,” she deflected.

“Well, we still have one more date night left Mom; perhaps we can discuss it then?”

“No Tony, that’s not a good idea!” she responded stubbornly. “It’s the date nights that have started all of this. Please, no more date nights Honey okay?… no more!”

“Okay Mom, okay,” I said reluctantly, “but let me at least get dinner for you and the twins tonight. Is that allowed?”

“Sure,” then said, her voice softening, “I’m sorry I was so aggressive Honey … that would be lovely. Thanks. Don’t forget that I’m going to the gym after work tonight so perhaps you could pick up Cait and Vicky from school and spend some alone time with them before I get home. You know, they would love that. They haven’t spent much time with you since you’ve been back”

“No prob’s Mom. I’m sure I can look after a couple of nine year olds for a few hours.”

“Don’t you be too sure about that smarty-pants,” she responded with a laugh, “you might just eat those words.”

And eat them I did.

Cait and Vicky went crazy when I arrived to pick them up and not Mom. Each immediately grabbed a hand and steered me into the school grounds where I was introduced to all their friends, then their teachers, then I had to go into class and see some of the work they were doing. An hour had passed before we were back at the car and ready to leave.

The drive home was just as hectic. Notwithstanding that the twins were identical in looks, they’re certainly different in personality. Cait is the more aggressive or outspoken of the two, whereas Vicky is quieter, the thinker. Nevertheless together they are just chaotic… and I bore the brunt of that exuberance all the way home.

“Hey Girls!” I said when we finally arrived home again, “What do you feel like for dinner tonight? I’m cooking.”

“Pizza!” they both responded in unison.

“You can’t have pizza again; how about something a bit more healthy?”

“No,” said Cait, “we want pizza.” Then they both ran around the kitchen yelling, “pizza! pizza! pizza! pizza!” until eventually I gave in.

“Okay then,” I conceded, “but if we are going to have pizza then it’s going to be pizza that I make ok?”

Their chorus did not stop but changed to “yay pizza! yay pizza!”

“Come on,” I said, “back in the car so we can go buy all the stuff I need,” and with that we all traipsed down to the market. If I was to make pizza then I was determined to make it as healthy as possible, a gourmet pizza if you like.

I admit that shopping with the girls was fun, and they soon got into the swing of finding suitable ingredients. That is, once we had dispersed with suggestions of chocolate, french fries, cheezles, etc. Another hour has passed before we arrived back home and had everything stacked in the kitchen… and the refrigerator stocked again with my necessities, with a few bottles of sparkling wine and beer!

“Hey you two,” I said, “I have an idea, how about we make this a bit of fun and have a pizza picnic in the back yard?”

They both frowned and looked sullen at the same time. “Huh, what’s wrong with having it in front of the television?” said Cait.

“There’s too many bugs and yucky things outside,” chipped in Vicky.

“Aww come on girls, it’ll be fun,” I replied. Neither of them moved.

“Ok,” I continued firmly, determined to be the boss, “That’s the deal if you want pizza tonight, it’s going to be a picnic… and while I am getting everything prepared, you can get the blanket and everything else set up outside. Deal?”

They both looked stunned for about 30 seconds, shrugged their shoulders and said, “Deal,” simultaneously.

So thats how events progressed for the next hour. Although I had purchased the pizza bases, at least they were wholemeal, which I then prepared with a tomato relish base topped with potato cubes, wedges of sweet potato and pumpkin, Italian sausage, and garnished with mozzarella cheese. I then cranked up the BBQ to its maximum and threw on the pizza stone.

While I was busy cooking, the girls were still preparing the picnic area. I must admit that for two kids that showed no enthusiasm they did a great job. When I complimented them on what they had done their smiles just beamed from one side of their little faces to the other.

Just a little before 7.00pm the three of us sat down, crossed legged on the blanket, and commenced to demolish the food. By 7.20pm we were all flat on our backs, stomachs engorged, looking at the night sky and trying to make animal shapes with the stars just starting to appear.

It was 7.40pm when we heard the garage door as Mom arrived home. A short time later she yelled out, “Hey!… Where is everybody?”

“We’re out here,” both girls yelled.

Mom came into the backyard and stood on the blankets edge as the girls excitedly told her the events of the evening. She was still dressed in her gym gear with her hair tied back. Her sweaty look indicated she’d given herself a decent workout. Her tight black singlet top exposed bright red straps of her brassiere and accentuated the fullness of her breasts. She also wore black three quarter length yoga pants with bobby socks and white Adidas cross trainers.

As she listened intently to the girls I ran my eyes appreciatively up and down her womanly body taking in every curve and quiver as she moved. However it was her mound of venus that commanded my gaze. The lycra stuck tightly as her pelvic bone was prominently displayed. God I love that look. Seeing a woman displaying her sexuality like that makes me just want to open my mouth and take a bite.

“Ok time for bed now girls,” brought me back to my senses, “Perhaps you could put the girls to bed tonight Tony while I get into some of that left over pizza? I’m famished.”

“Sure mom,” I responded, “no problem. C’mon girls, give mom a kiss then off to bed.”

It was just after 8.00pm before I had Cait and Vicky settled for the night then ambled back downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and two glasses before heading back outside.

Mom had removed her shoes and socks and was now seated cross-legged on the blanket. As she took a bite from a pizza slice I poured her a glass of champagne and one for myself.

“I probably shouldn’t,” she said taking the glass from my hand, “after my workout it will probably go straight to my head.”

“A toast,” I said raising my glass at the same time, “To my wonderful family. May I see them more often than I have in recent years.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

As I refilled our glasses, “Another toast,” I said, “to my wonderful, beautiful, and very sexy mother. She has taught me so much, looked after me so well, and asked for nothing in return. You have my love Mom.”

As we clinked glasses she just smiled and continued to look at me as we drank. I sat down on the blanket and once again our conversation easily flowed. Mom complimented me on my cooking skills, we spoke of her day at work, the girls, and the plans for the remainder of my holiday. The bottle of champagne did not last very long before I was off to the fridge to retrieve another.

“You know your father and I used to go on a lot of picnics when we were newly married. We would head up into the hills where we found this secluded little lake. I would make up a picnic hamper and we would stay there for hours just talking, just like you and I are now. Usually we would talk about our dreams for the future and then when then sun went down we would go skinny-dipping in the lake. Occasionally I wish we could go back to those times, life is just so fast these days and sometimes I feel like I can’t keep up.”

I was lying there, just taking in her words and picturing what life might have been like in the past. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, I leaped up, dashed over to the Jacuzzi, and swiftly removed the lid, saying, “Your lake awaits, m’lady.”

My mom burst into a hearty and prolonged laughter. It was wonderful to see her so joyful, even if it was fuelled by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. However, when her laughter eventually subsided, she made no effort to get up, so I took the lead. In a matter of seconds, I stripped off my shirt, shorts, and underwear, standing completely naked with my arms outstretched.

My mom simply continued to gaze at me without uttering a single word. When the silence became uncomfortable, I walked back to her and settled back on the blanket, embracing my nakedness.

“You are such a beautiful man Tony. You will make some lucky girl a wonderful and caring husband.”

“Mom,” I responded, “she would have to be your twin sister because you are the type of woman I would want for my wife.”

She was silent for a moment. “Thank you son, that’s such a wonderful thing for you to say. However we need to talk about last night and what’s happened between us recently. You asked me on the telephone if you could be my secret lover. Well baby, I don’t want you to be my secret lover. You are my son. You may find this really hard to understand, and I don’t really understand my actions either, but I am still in love with your father. Those times at the lake that I told you about cemented more than just dreams between us, they cemented our future, our life together. I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful man for a husband, such beautiful children, and such a comfortable life. I think what happened between you and I was born out of a physical need and an emotional gap in my life. Do you understand what I am saying? Tony, I really want you to be my son, not my secret lover.”

I remained silent and let mom finish, feeling the knife twist in my heart with each sentence. Tears well up, I could not control them before one rolled down my cheek. Wiping my eyes I stood up.

“I understand Mom,” I said before turning quickly and making my way to the Jacuzzi. Turning on all the blowers I got in then dunked my head to disguise the sudden flow of tears I could not stop.

For the next 30 minutes my mind raced through the events of the past few days before mom suddenly appeared holding a towel for me. She must have changed herself because I noticed she was now wearing her night dressing gown. “I thought you might need this as it’s getting a bit cold Baby.”

“Thanks Mom,” I responded sulkily, like the child was still alive within me.

Mom continued to stand there and I could see by her expression that she was in deep thought, looking at me but not seeing me. “Are you ok Mom? I said.

My words seem to jolt her back from wherever she was. She smiled slightly and said “Do you have any room in the lake for me?” untying the sash at her waist and slowly opening the gown until it came to rest just off her shoulders.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched my mother standing in front of me, almost completely undressed. She had on the bright red bra that really stood out against her fair skin, with lace cups and a front clasp. I could clearly see the details of her breasts through the bra, from the colour of her nipples to the shape of her areolas. Taking in her figure, I noticed how her waist still looked soft despite the effects of childbirth, and her hips were beautifully rounded. Her matching high-cut panties completed the ensemble, and she stood with her knees slightly bent and ankles crossed, giving off a confident vibe.

Despite her age, my mother exuded a captivating sex appeal that no younger woman could match, and I couldn’t help but feel breathless in her presence. In that moment, I wondered if I was falling in love with my mother, or if it was just a deeper form of motherly love. Her age and physical changes didn’t matter – what mattered was the confidence and allure she radiated as a 46-year-old woman.

“Oh my god Mom, you are so beautiful!” I said. “Of course there is room in the lake for you… but I think I had better help you with your birthday swim suit,” I joked.

I sat on the edge of the hot tub and swung my legs over the ledge until I stood directly in front of her, my cock so hard it was pointing to the stars.

Mom placed her hand lightly upon my chest and said softly “Tony, I meant what I said before about how much I love your father. I also meant what I said about wanting you to be my son and not my secret lover.”

Looking away to the side she confessed, “You make me feel so desirable when you look at me and that’s one of the reasons I came here dressed this way. I want you to look at me… I need you to look at me… I want to once again see your desire on your face, to know that, even as a mother I am desired by someone as young and as handsome as you are.”

Then, looking directly at me she continued, “What you and I have done is so very wrong… but I have loved every minute of being with you… No, let me rephrase that because I love being with you as my son anyway. What I am trying to say is that, you and I having sex together is not something that is permitted by society… but I cannot stop thinking about how wonderful it is. I am so conflicted because; you are my son, yet you do things to me that I never felt before. When we are intimate I feel so much love for you it scares me. When I feel you inside me it is so overwhelming that I cannot stop myself from orgasming, and that is not something a mother should do with her son. I don’t…”

I smothered anything further as I pulled her to me, covering her lips with mine, my tongue violently invading her mouth. Her response was just as urgent as we kissed, nipped, licked, and caressed each other with wild abandon.

Eventually mom forcibly pushed herself away from my hold. Gasping for breath she said “Tony stop! I need to finish what I have to say,” then taking a further step backward, she continued, “As your mother I still only ever want you to be my son… nothing more than that. You are my son first and foremost. Do you understand that Baby?”

I looked at her wide-eyed and confused. “Yes…, no…, I don’t know,” was all I could muster.

“It’s like this Honey. When I am your mother I want you to be my son… but Baby when I am Laura, then I want to be with you… be with you in everyway possible. I am going to try and separate my life so I can be your mom, and a mother and wife to the others. But Laura has needs too; and when she has those needs, she wants you… really wants you… to fulfil her.”

Perhaps I’m a bit slow, because I just stood there trying to comprehend what she had said.

“C’mon baby,” Mom continued as she put the towel around my shoulders, “Your penis is starting to turn blue with the cold. Let’s get you inside and into a hot shower.”

She was right, I hadn’t felt the cold before but hearing her words I realised just how cold I was. With the towel firmly wrapped around my waist I bolted for the kitchen and up the stairs. It was in the hallway that I saw Cait walking back toward her bedroom.

“What’s happening pumkin? Why are you up?” I said.

“I heard some noises so I came downstairs to have a look.” Cait responded. “I saw you and Mom out back talking so I guess it was you guys.”

Just then mom came around the corner, luckily she had tied her gown back together. “What’s going on here?” she said.

“Cait was woken up by our talking and has just been downstairs to investigate?”

I could see mom visibly shudder. Like me, she was obviously thinking about what Cait may have seen.

“Right Tony, you get in the shower and get warmed up. Cait Honey, lets get you back to bed ok?

I was only too eager to get into the shower and get some warmth back into my body. I stood under the steaming jets for more than 5 minutes just letting the hot water breath some life back into me. It was another 5 minutes before I had washed and dried myself and cleaned my teeth. I still had no clothes so I wrapped another towel around myself then headed toward my room. As I passed the master bedroom I noticed that it was in darkness. Mom must still be with Cait I thought; however as I entered my room I saw Mom sitting on my bed.

“I don’t think she saw anything,” she said, then continued, “She’s sound asleep now but I spoke with her about the noise…. she said that when she got to the kitchen she could see that I was talking with you and realised that everything was ok, so she was coming back to bed when you saw her.”

“Phew!! That’s a relief.”

Knowing that we were safe gave me an intense sense of respite. I walked toward her and she stood as I approached. We embraced for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds.

“Hold me again please Tony. I just need some more,” she said as I folded my arms around her and tightened my embrace. We stayed like that just rocking against each other before she continued, “Promise me that you will think seriously about my conversation with you earlier Tony. You have to realise that I need you to be my son and have that special bond that a mother and son have. That is so very important to me… and to our family. Please think carefully about everything Tony. Promise me you will?”

I released Mom from my grip and held her at arm’s length, simply saying, “Yes Mom. I promise.”

“I am really tired now son. I am still recovering from my workout and these conversations are very draining emotionally so I am off to bed now. You go get some sleep yourself and we can talk about this some more in the morning before your father gets home tomorrow night. Good night son.” She stood on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips before turning and heading out the door.

“Good night,” I mumbled as she closed the door after her and the room was plunged into darkness.

I stripped the towel from my waist and collapsed on my bed. My mind was in turmoil with random thoughts, conversations, and revelations from the past few hours. I knew how important it was for my mother to have me as her son. She did not want to jeopardize our relationship or our family for anything. But she also acknowledged how much she enjoyed being with me sexually, and Laura’s wants and needs.

Two hours later I was still tossing and turning. Sleep would not come no matter how hard I tried. One fragment of conversation was continually coming back to me; your father gets home tomorrow night. After tonight I will no longer have my mother all to myself in the evenings. There can be no more “dates”. Well not for a while anyway, if ever again.

I could stand it no longer; I got out of bed and quietly opened my door. The hallway was still except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Still naked and on tiptoes I slowly crept towards Mom’s bedroom door. Her room was in total darkness and, as I looked in, I could just make out her shape on the far side of the bed, the sound of deep sleep in her breathing.

Closing the door silently behind me, I carefully made my way towards her sleeping form, being extra careful to avoid bumping into the furniture. After successfully navigating my way, I stood looking down at my mother for a few seconds before lowering myself onto my knees beside the bed.

Mom was lying on her side facing toward me and partially covered by a sheet. I just sat there on my knees and gazed at her. I could see that she had removed her brassiere before bed, as her uncovered breasts were exposed and drooping to one side. Reaching out tentatively, I gently touched her right breast. Her breathing immediately changed with my contact, but she did not awaken. I could feel that her skin was cool and her breast soft to my fingers. For a short time, I was too scared to move, afraid that I would wake her. The blood pumping through my veins sounded like a thunderstorm to my ears, but eventually, I gathered enough courage to move my fingers toward her nipple. It felt like a small nub when I touched it initially; however, as my finger circled, it began to harden and protrude further.

Gathering my courage, I sat up on my knees and leaned over until I could run my tongue around the aureole, feeling the small lumps around its circumference, before encircling the nipple with my lips and gently sucking at the same time. Mom let out a small moan and started to move on her bed. Her movement startled me; I ducked down onto my knees beside her bed once again. It was only when I heard her rhythmic breathing return that I gained enough courage to raise my head.

Mom had moved onto her back, but now her bottom leg was protruding from under the loose sheet. I was shaking with nerves and adrenaline as I lifted the sheet from her knee and folded it back upon itself, exposing mom’s nakedness. I immediately focused on the area where her long legs joined her hips. Her left leg was splayed out with the heel underneath her right leg. This posture opened her womanhood. I could see mom’s boldly protruding pelvic mons with pubic hair cut very short and neat. Her labia lips parted slightly, displaying its soft pinkness inside. Trembling, I tentatively reached out with my left hand and gently touched the inside of her left leg, just above the curve of her knee. Mom’s breathing did not alter as I let my hand rest there for a few minutes before moving upwards toward her intimate area.

As I neared my goal mom’s breathing began to labour, her large nipples hardened upon soft sagging breasts. With the silence still screaming in my ears, I rose up onto my knees and leant over, taking the nipple of her nearest breast into my mouth as I moved my left hand into the crevice between her thighs. While suckling, I gently moved my left hand in a circling motion, caressing her labia until I felt the nib of her clitoris.

Mom was restless and starting to groan as she awakened. Now was the moment of truth. I had to be in control. Gathering my courage I moved closer to her and whispered, “Hi Laura darling, it’s me… just thought you might like a little lov’in.”

“Mmmmmm… that’s so nice Baby… that’s so nice,” she said still sleepily.

Mom didn’t jump up startled… she didn’t so No!.. which gave me further courage.

I lightly kissed my way along her neck, onto her shoulder, then onto her breast once again. Mom moaned softly, her hands running through my hair as I pleasured her with my mouth, the room filling with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the occasional gasp of pleasure.

As I got back up off the floor Mom moaned, “Come back Baby… Laura needs you… I need you.”

I knelt on the bed at her feet, moving her legs apart as I did so, then carefully lay between her thighs with my hardened cock pressed painfully into my pelvic bone. My lips kissed the lips of her vulva before I placed a finger either side and moved her labia apart, exposing her fully to my gaze.

I knew she was aroused as I could smell the sexual aroma emanating from within. With short gentle breaths I blew into her depths before reaching out with my tongue. Mom squirmed and moaned as I touched her clit for the first time. I circled and flicked her nub then encased it with my lips while caressing it with a kissing motion.

While I continued to lavish attention to Mom’s most sensitive areas, she arched her back in ecstasy. Her skin was flushed with desire, her eyes closed in bliss. I was completely focused on her pleasure, using my lips and tongue to drive her wild with desire as Mom’s hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with anticipation.

Our connection was intense and electric; with each touch I could feel the shiver down her spine. My mouth continued to work wonders, bringing Mom to the brink of ecstasy then releasing her again until with a final gasp, she reached the peak of pleasure, her body trembling with release.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck Baby… Oh… Oh… faarrrkkk,” she repeated as her orgasm came in waves, my mouth tasting the fluid of her release as I held her close and savoured the intimate moment we shared.

Mom lay gasping from the effort, her eyes still closed, and the beginnings of a smile on her lips.

“Come here Baby,” she requested.

I crawled along her body until we were face to face again, my hard cock resting within the valley of her thighs.

Finally opening her eyes, she placed a hand to the back of my head and drew me in for a deep sensual kiss.

“Oh thank you Baby,” she gasped, “I’ve not cum like that in a long long time… it was wonderful,” before continuing, “I can feel how hard you still are, I guess you want to fuck Laura now do you?”

I looked intensely into my mother’s eyes, “Actually, no I don’t,” I answered, “what I really want is to make love to my mother… to the woman I love.”

Mom sighed deeply, raised her right hand and caressed the side of my face, “Oh Baby… we discussed this… you know I can’t do that… you are…”

I never let her finish her sentence as I raised my butt until the tip of my cock was at her entrance.

“Put me inside you Mom. I want to make love to you.”

“I can’t Baby… that side of me belongs to your father… I’m sorry but we can’t do that Tony.”

I started to get up, “Don’t go Tony, pleeaassse.”

As I move to one side, Mom rolls from underneath me, turning me at the same time until she is sitting on top. Aggressively she moves her pelvis back and forth along the length of my cock, coating me with her juice. I knew immediately that the mood had changed and Laura was in play. I intended to play just as hard back!

“Fuck me Laura!” I said, “stick my hard young cock into your horny old cunt.”

“You think I’m that easy do you Boy? You think that just because you have such a big dick that I wanna fuck you?”

“Yeah that’s right, that’s exactly what I think… so put it in now or go find yourself some other dick to fuck!”

Mom did not hesitate, she put her hand between her legs, guided my cock to her vagina, then slowly sank down until the head parted her labia and engaged the entrance to her sacred canal.

“Hah!! I’m only doing this to save your mother from such an immoral act with you… Yeah that’s right… I’m aware that you’ve tried to get into her pants you little bastard.”

I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mother’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare speak my mother’s name!” I responded equally vehemently, “She would never associate with someone like you… you… jezebel. She is an Angel!”

As she started to slowly sink my cock further into her love tunnel, she spat, “Hah! an Angel you think she might be, but she will never give you this!!”

She was so wet from her orgasm and our banter that my entry was smooth and sweet. No pain, just pure adulterated pleasure.

“Ooohhhhhyyeeoowwww,” was all I could say until she bottomed out when our pelvises met.

Gasping, we both remained still; her to get used to my size, me to bask in the heat enveloping my cock.

When she did move again it was in short shallow thrusts. I grabbed her arse checks, squeezed them tight and started to control her movements, increasing the tempo and length of each stroke until “Oh… Ah… Oh… Ah… fuck take it easy… too big” became her mantra.

On each downward stroke I raised my pelvis to meet hers, hard! When I wasn’t squeezing her arse I had each floppy tit in my hand, giving her nipples a tweak. Although I was being overly aggressive, my mother loved it.

I needed to get some more control so said, “Ok Laura, I wanna fuck you from behind now.”

“Oh yeah Baby, but please go easy, I’m feeling a bit sore from your big cock pounding me,” she said as she slipped off to one side, positioning herself in the middle of the bed, face buried in a pillow and arse high in the air.

On my knees I positioned myself behind her and between her muscular thighs. I took hold of my ramrod cock and bent it down to her entrance. Her cunt was gaping wide and wet with a bead of foam at its edge. Shuffling forward I placed one hand on her arse as I gently feed my cock back into her tunnel, Then placing both hands around her hips I pushed into her while simultaneously pulling her hips hard into me.

“YEEOOOWWWWW!!!” she cried out in a muffled scream as I penetrated her. Despite her protestations I fucked her hard and fast. She matched my movements, pushing back into me with each thrust.

“C’mon lad, fuck me hard… yeah that’s it, fuckin give Laura everything you’ve got… slap my arse hard!” She kept on muttering these abusive undertones, separating herself from her true personality, like she was creating a divide between who she really was and how she was acting.

I continued until I could feel Mom quiver as the rush of pleasure flowed through her body a short time later, starting from the tips of her toes and ending with a stifled cry as her pleasure increased. Her rapid breathing likely coinciding with her heart racing as goose bumps appeared on her arms.

As the wave of ecstasy washed over her, she let out a guttural moan, her body arching in pure bliss, completely lost in the throes of passion, surrendering herself to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

I could feel the stiffness leave her body as she came down from her orgasm, slowing my thrusts until I was fully stopped. Backing up slightly, there was an audible POP as I removed my cock from her. She collapsed onto the bed, and I turned, shuffling around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. My cock was blazing red from the friction, still fully engorged.

Mom turned her head on the pillow and spoke to my back, “Oh Baby that was fantastic! You feel incredible when you’re inside me… but you didn’t cum did you?”

“No,” I mumbled in response.

She rose up on one elbow, “Is everything alright?”

I paused to measure my response, “No… not really… I didn’t like what we did.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, “it sounded like you were enjoying yourself; it felt like you were enjoying yourself.”

“No Mom! You were enjoying yourself! It doesn’t matter to you that you play out Laura, but it does to me! I wanted to make love to my mother… I wanted sex with you to be tender, and slow, and loving… I love my mother and so dearly wanted to feel as close and as loved by her as I possibly could… and I got an aggressive fuck by Laura.”

She said nothing as her face softened, conflicted.

“I’m sorry Mom, but I don’t wish to do this again… not in this way.”

I was flaccid again when I rose, lent over my mother and kissed her softly on her forehead, noticing that tears had welled up in her eyes as I turned and left the room. I did not look back but softly closed the door and went back to my own room.

———————

I didn’t get to see Mom the next morning as I was up early and went off for a run. By the time I’d returned she had left for the school run and then was going to the airport to pick up Dad from his overnight flight and early arrival.

Just before lunchtime they arrived back home. Dad coming in first he dropped his bag when he saw me and we embraced. Looking over his shoulder I saw Mom enter. Walking tentatively into the room she gave me a sad smile. I don’t know what excuse she gave Dad for the way she was walking but I knew it was likely from the pounding I gave her last night.

“Well you boys enjoy yourselves,” she said, “I’m off to the pharmacy and then grocery store, be back in a couple of hours.”

“Everything okay Hon?” Dad asked.

Mom turned and walked back to Dad, standing on tip toes she gave him a light peck on the lips, “Everything is great now you’re home Sammy. I’ve just got an upset stomach… probably from something Tony has given me,” looking directly at me, then to deflect, “he made us pizza last night… I probably ate too much it was sooo delish.”

“Well I’d better unpack,” Dad said then headed upstairs to his bedroom.

I turned and Mom was standing beside me, “I hope your room has aired out well today Mom… we wouldn’t want Dad to…”

“Ssshhhhhh,” she interrupted, “I’ve taken steps to clean up.”

Mom reached out and lightly stroked my arm, her head tilted to one side as she did so, “I’m sorry about last night Baby,” she whispered, “I’m sorry you saw that side of me and didn’t like it.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like it Mom… you know that I did, and… in different circumstances I would relish you being that wild… and worse… It’s just that… well, last night I wanted to love you… I wanted to make love to you… I didn’t want Laura!”

“Laura’s gone Baby, she left right after you did!” Before I could respond further Mom picked up the car keys and was out the door.

When Dad came back down he suggested that we go to the local bar for a couple of drinks while Mom was shopping. We ordered a couple of beers then took a table to one side where he told me all about his trip and the work he is involved in.

I lied to him about what I had done while he was away; embellishing my story to look like I’d had a fantastic holiday with some friends.

Finally he asked, “Has you Mom been okay Tony? She seemed a bit distracted when she picked me up and on the journey home.”

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say or how to react. I could feel my face getting flushed.

“Aghh, yeah. I think so Dad. She did say she was a bit unwell so maybe that’s it.”

Then as an idea struck me, I continued, “You know Dad, earlier in the week Mom told me all about the dates you and her used to go on… how she loved them so much and how they set up your life together. But she also said that you don’t do anything like that now.”

“Well that is true son, we did have some grand times before you kids come along… not that we’d change anything of course.”

“I know that Dad, but why don’t you take Mom out on a date tomorrow? Get all dressed up and hit the town, a nice meal and dancing… you know, just the two of you. I can look after the twins so, if you want, you can stay out all night.”

I could see Dad mulling over my suggestion. “You know,” he said, “I think you could be right there. It’s been a long time since we enjoyed some alone time together. I think your mom will love that. Okay, drink up son, I wanna head home and book a restaurant and perhaps a hotel before your mom gets home, he he.”

“You go ahead Dad. I’m going to stay here and have a few more. I might give some of the old gang a call and see if there up for a night of it.”

Okay then, well I’ll be off… and, thanks for the suggestion son.”

As he left I yelled to him, “I probably won’t be home for dinner either Dad so let Mom know.”

I did stay and a couple of the old gang did turn up with their girls. It was a great night with a bit of food, lots of reminiscing and even more drinking. It was sometime after 2.00am that one of the girls dropped me back home, where I managed to stagger in through the rear door and up to my room. Too drunk to get undressed I just kicked my shoes off and collapsed onto the bed.

Sometime during the night I drifted back from my deep sleep hearing someone enter my room. My bed dipped to one side as they sat down. I knew immediately that it was Mom checking on me as all good mothers would.

“I love you Mom,” I mumbled.

“Here, let’s get you out of these stinking clothes and properly into bed,” she said as she started to unbutton my shirt, “C’mon, lift yourself up.”

Pushing myself up, my eyes still firmly closed, I felt her awkwardly remove my shirt with very little help from me, probably more of a hindrance. When I lay back down she started to unbuckle my belt and zip fly, then grabbed both legs of the pants at the ankle and started to pull.

“Lift ya butt Tony, I can’t get these off without a little help.”

I did as she asked and they slid easily off. She threw them onto the floor then removed each sock from my feet while she was down that way.

“How about we get your underwear off as well then I can get it all in the wash?” she suggested.

Grabbing the elastic waist she pulled gently top and bottom, coaxing them slowly off my torso, down my leg and onto the floor.

Once I was completely naked I felt Mom sit on the side of my bed once again. Her hand ran in circles around my chest and stomach.

“Your Dad told me what you did, what you suggested to him. That’s very unselfish of you given… well you know. I’m sorry I let you down last night Tony. I just couldn’t bring myself to cross that line. I still love your father and to cheat… Oh god, I’m just so conflicted Baby… but please believe this, I love you so very very much, and nothing will change that.”

She ran her hand down onto my crotch and lightly grasped my flaccid cock, feeling its weight as she stroked it a couple of times. The bed moved as she got up and noiselessly closed the door on her way out.

———————

It was around lunch time when I woke to the sound of arguing. It was Mom and Dad, they never argued. Quickly dressing myself I stumbled down the stairs, physically holding my head on my shoulders due to the throbbing of my hangover.

“Oi, Oi, Oi,” I wailed hoarsely as I entered the kitchen, “Can ya keep it down? Some of us are tryin’ to die quietly. What’s goin’ on here anyway?”

“Why don’t you ask you father? I’m going upstairs to pack,” Mom spat as she high-tailed it out the door.

I looked at Dad. He sighed.

“It’s like this son. I took your suggestion and made a dinner reservation in town at the Le Grande Cabaret and Restaurant, you know how hard that is to get into but I managed to jag two tickets… then booked a Superior Room at the Hilton across the road.”

Well that all sounds fantastic Dad, I bet Mom will love it!”

“Yeah, she did… that was until an hour ago when I got a call from the boss. He’s told me that I have to submit my quote on the this project by Tuesday next week at the latest as they want to get the contract advertised and completed this tax year. I now have to work all weekend and probably most nights to get it done. I told your mother that we can’t go out tonight and she’s really pissed! She said, ‘Well you might not be able to go but I’m bloody well going’ and she’s gone off to pack as you know.”

We didn’t say much more. It didn’t appear as if there was any coming back from that one. Dad headed into his office to start his work, I guessed, and I went back to my room.

About 20 minutes later I could hear voices once again coming from my parent room, then there was a knock at my door. It was Dad.

“I know you only have a few days left before you jet out to New York then back to Oz, but could you do me a favour Son?” he asked.

“Sure Dad, what is it.”

“Can you go with your mother tonight? She is so pissed at me that I’m afraid she may be distracted while driving or have an accident on the way. Anyway, everything is paid for and I can spring for the drinks tonight as well, if you would just accompany your mother I would feel a lot better.”

“I’m probably still not capable of driving myself Dad; I did have a big one myself… and what about the twins? And what would Mom think about me going as her chaperone?”

“Your mother can still drive Tony, you just keep her from being distracted is all… and as for the twins, well I can look after them for a short time before they are in bed anyway. Your mother is okay with you going, her response was, ‘Well, at least I’ll be with someone who loves me enough to take me out.’ If you do this I think it might help me out of trouble with your Mom… and the boss. Wadda ya say Son, will you do it?”

“If you can delay Mom for about 30 minutes, then it’ll give me time to have a shower and get a couple of things together in an overnight bag.”

He pulled me to him in a huge hug, “Thanks Son, I’ll go hide the car keys!”

Twenty nine minutes later I descended the stairs with a suit bag and small overnight case in hand and met the whole family in the lounge room.

“All set Tony?” Mom said briskly. I nodded. “Well let’s get going then.” and with that Mom knelt down beside the twins and gave them an extra special hug and kiss, telling them she’ll be just gone overnight and to be good for their father. She did not acknowledge Dad as she turned and headed out to the garage.

I looked at Dad, shrugged, and shook his hand.

“Thanks Son, I’m indebted to you… have a great time… if your Mom will let you that is.”

“I will… I’m sure by tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Bye girls,” I waved before following Mom out to her Honda.

Mom was seated and ready to go. As soon as I had hung up my suit bag and my arse hit the passenger’s seat, she reversed out of the drive and peeled off down the street.

“Mom be careful,” I admonished her, “there are other kids in the neighbourhood you know!”

Without speaking she immediately backed off the accelerator and settled into a more sedate drive.

We hardly spoke during the two hour drive to the hotel. When we started I could see that Mom was still seething so I just decided to give her some space and catch-up on my sleep.

“Hey you! Wake up!”

I jumped at Mom’s words and looked around. We were parked in the hotels portico. I had slept virtually the entire journey.

Making our way toward the hotels reception area Mom said she would handle the registration as Dad had given her all the details. However when she got there she was informed that Dad had contacted the hotel and arranged for the room to be changed and we now had two adjoining studio rooms with a queen bed in each.

“Can you arrange to take my luggage up Tony?” Mom said after we checked-in, “I’m heading out so your father can buy me a new dress for tonight. He just doesn’t know it yet!”

I took all the luggage and checked into my room, which was pleasant enough, unlocking the adjoining door as I looked around. Mom’s was locked. I left mine open so she could collect her luggage when she got back, then headed out for some sightseeing.

I arrived back around 5pm and noticed that Mom’s bags were no longer there. I knocked on her adjoining door then tried the handle. It was still locked. Suddenly click the door opened and Mom poked her head around its edge.

“Hi there,” Mom said, “I’m just having a lay down before my date tonight.” Her mood had obviously changed as she had a happy lilt to her voice.

“Your date?” I queried.

“Yes, my loving son is taking me out to dinner and dancing tonight. Reservations are for 7.30pm so I expect he will pick me up at exactly 7.25pm given that it’s only across the road.” She then closed the door in my face. The lock snipped.

I had to wait for two hours so decided to call Dad and give him an update. He was happy that I called and that we had arrived safely. I fibbed a bit and told him that Mom seemed to be almost back to her old self. He was feeling guilty about letting her down and asked me again to make sure she has a good time.

At 7.24pm I left my room, walked down the corridor and knocked on Mom’s door. All spruced up, showered, shaved with subtle cologne, wearing nice dark blue dress trousers with a dusty pink open neck shirt and a light blue sports jacket, it was the best evening dress I could muster given I was on holiday.

The door opened and Mom stood there. My mouth dropped. She looked amazing. I was speechless.

“Good reaction young man!” was all she said.

With meticulous attention to detail, she had transformed herself into a vision of beauty. Her captivating eyes were enhanced with just the right touch of makeup, emphasising their natural allure. A bold choice of bright red lipstick adorned her lips, mirroring the vibrant hue of her recently acquired dress. The gown itself was a showstopper, a full-length creation that exuded elegance. Its deep cleavage revealed a generous glimpse of her creamy breasts, held in place by slender spaghetti straps. The dress’s most striking feature was a long slit that gracefully ascended one side, adding an element of drama to her ensemble. As she stood there, her right leg emerged from the slit, encased in sheer stockings that added a touch of allure. And to complete her look, she opted for practical yet stylish black leather dancing shoes, secured with a delicate ankle strap.

“Mom you look so beautiful. I’m at a loss for words.”

She was pleased with the impression she made, “An even better reaction young man. Let’s get going,” and with that she set off toward the lifts at a slow pace, her hips swinging seductively from side to side.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I confidently walked up to Mom and linked her arm with mine.

“Tonight I want everyone to see that you are my companion, just in case your stunning beauty catches the eye of any unwanted admirers,” I said, trying to protect her.

To my surprise, she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want tonight, Son. After all, your father couldn’t be here to take me out, so perhaps there’s someone else out there who will.”

Deep down, I knew she didn’t truly mean it. However, I could sense her pain resurfacing because my father wasn’t by her side. It was a bittersweet reminder of the void he left tonight, and I couldn’t help but empathise with her.

We arrived at the restaurant right on schedule and were promptly escorted to our designated table. It was situated in a slightly secluded area, elevated with comfortable booth seating. The ambiance was enhanced by soft mood lighting, creating a cosy atmosphere. What made our table even more special was the breathtaking view it offered, overlooking the lively dance floor.

As we settled in, I stood by my mother’s side, gently holding her hand as she gracefully took her seat. Her elegant dress caught my attention, revealing a glimpse of her flawless right leg adorned with sheer thigh-high stockings. Taking a moment to adjust herself, I called over a waiter and ordered two glasses of Prosecco. With the drinks on their way, I circled around the table and slipped into the empty seat next to her.

I leant into her shoulder and whispered, “I know that I’m not Dad, and that’s who you really want to be here with you Mom, but maybe we can still have a good time eh?”

She looked at me, her face softening, “I’m sorry Baby, I’m just being bitchy and it’s not your fault… of course we’ll have a good time… and if you find me getting subdued again, give me a good telling off would you?”

As Mom was finishing, the drinks waiter arrived, “Here’s to a fun night – cheers!!” I toasted, then “Would it be easier for you tonight if you thought of me as your husband Mom,” I offered, “and not your son?”

Stifling a slight smile she replied, “No, that will not do,” she emphasised, “I want to think of you as only my son tonight Tony… I’m out on a date with my very loving, handsome, thoughtful, sexy, son!”

“No Laura tonight?” I questioned.

“After last night, definitely… categorically… No Laura!”

“Ok, how about we order our meal and a bottle of wine before hitting the dance floor ourselves?” I said signalling to the wait staff at the same time.

After ordering we fell into light hearted fun loving conversation that flowed easily between us. I could see that Mom was finally getting back to her old self as the banter and laughter increased. Before we knew it, a bottle of white had disappeared and we ordered a bottle of Merlot to have with our main meal.

“I don’t want to drink too much more tonight Tony,” Mom said at one point, “I want to be sober enough to remember the night but still drunk enough to enjoy it!”

Between the main meal and desert we had our first dance of the evening. Being the true gentleman I left my seat and approached Mom, “Excuse me m’lady,” I spoke in a very poor English accent, “Would you honour me with this dance?”

“Yes I would,” she responded, then jokingly, “but let’s be quick before my husband gets back young lad.”

Still laughing we entered the dance floor to a lively fox trot followed by a traditional waltz. I pulled Mom in close as my arm extended around her waist. Gliding around the room we were completely in sync with each other. As we swayed to the music, I couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by her presence. Her graceful movements and close proximity sent shivers down my spine, igniting a deep desire I’ve never felt before.

I felt a surge of desire and wanted to make sure Mom knew she had stirred something within me with her sensuality. I drew her near, pressing my right leg between hers, feeling the friction of my arousal against her left thigh as we swayed together. Mom didn’t retreat but seemed to relish the intimacy, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Gradually, I let my right hand glide lower down her back with each turn, until I found myself gently caressing the curve of her buttocks in time with the music.

Mom looked radiant as she swirled with each turn, eyes sparkling and a giggle in her voice. I lost myself to the moment and said, “You are just so beautiful Mom, I love you so very much.”

Mom broke away from me at that comment, walking off the floor and sitting back down at the table. Following her I asked, “Is everything okay Mom? I haven’t upset you have I?”

“No Baby, everything is perfect. I’m just so lucky to have a son like you.”

The rest of the evening followed a similar pattern; eating, drinking, and then dancing, until around 12.30am the band shut down and it was time to leave.

Mom and I walked back across the road to the hotel, arm in arm, a little tipsy and a lot silly. I tried to convince Mom to have a nightcap at the hotel bar but she insisted that she wanted to go to her room.

Arriving at her door it became a bit awkward when it was time to say goodnight. I took the key from her and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing back so she could step into it.

Looking up and down the hallway she said, “Thank you so much for a fantastic date night honey,” then kissed me lightly on the cheek and backed through the door, “I’ll see you about 10am in the morning.”

As she closed the door in my face I was feeling dumbfounded by her actions. I didn’t know what I expected to happen but that was not it.

Unlocking my own door I stepped into the room only to find Mom standing there. She had come through the adjoining doorway. I approached and took her into my arms. She whispered into my ear, “I had to say a formal goodnight to you out there Honey, but I’ve been wet for you since our first dance… I want you to stay the night with me.”

“Mom,” I said, “I don’t want Laura again…”

“Hush darling,” she whispered, “tonight it’s just us, there is no Laura, there is no Sam. I want to show you love in a special way, the way you’ve always desired.”

“But, you always said we couldn’t be like this. What’s different now?” I asked, puzzled.

“I don’t have all the answers darling. All I know is that right now, I want to express my love for you intimately. I want to make love with my beautiful son tonight.”

Our lips met with a fierce urgency, conveying the depth of our yearning for one another as we held each other close in a tight embrace. The intensity of our passion only continued to grow, fuelling a fiery desire that seemed to consume us both.

As we slowly began to undress each other, a sense of vulnerability and intimacy enveloped us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as I gently slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, my lips grazing her neck and ears with each movement. The dress slipped effortlessly from her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her lingerie.

With the urgency of her desire, my mother’s hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. She wasted no time in pulling it down my arms, tossing it onto the bed without a second glance.

As I kicked off my own shoes, I found myself kneeling before my mother. I carefully removed each ankle strap and shoe from her feet, savouring the intimacy. The air was thick with desire as I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. In that moment, I couldn’t resist the temptation to bury my face in her crotch, my lips teasing against the fabric of her panties, the nylon of her stocking smooth against my skin. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, causing a small gasp to escape my lips, further fuelling the fire between us.

As I kissed and licked my way up her body, I explored every inch of her skin, revelling in the sensation of closeness and the undeniable bond that existed between us. The room seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the only sounds being the rhythmic pattern of our breaths and the soft murmurs of affection that passed between us as we continued to kiss sensually. The vulnerability we felt only intensified the connection between us, as if every touch and caress ignited a flame of longing within our souls.

Mom broke away eventually, breathing hard she says, “Come with me Tony, come into my room… into my bed.”

Despite the obvious desire we both felt, I looked at her questioningly.

“I know this goes against everything I’ve said recently, and continually reinforced, about my loyalty and love of your father. But tonight I want to make love with you son; I want to make love to my baby boy. I’m giving myself to you tonight Tony, totally and completely.”

She squealed and giggled as I moved forward and picked her up in my arms. Carrying her through the adjoining doorway like a husband carries his new bride. We move into the room next door, each knowing what is to occur, each knowing what they are about to do is taboo, each knowing that their desire for each other is to be satisfied.