Warning, this story has some graphic nature. If you don't want to read it skip two paragraphs when you see this (Warning) it wont effect the plot, and you'll still get the idea of what's going on.
Nineteen, single, part way through a trade my father picked for me and my parents have just announced their divorce over dinner. Did I mention our new country home still smells like new paint?
My sister Ellaine burst out. "Does this affect me going to university?"
I turned my head towards her and said, "Wow you're a bitch."
"Hey!" Dad said.
My mother gave me a smile and took my hand. "Sister or not, what did I teach you?"
I nodded my head. "Sorry, just shocked is all."
"Me too. I'm sorry." Ellaine said.
I looked Ellaine in the eyes and rubbed her on the shoulder and back. She had picked up riding horses, like mom did. It was both my mother and her lifelong desire to move to the country. So even though she was my younger sister I did have to watch my step or I could lose a tooth or get a broken nose. The other reason was my fathers dream shop and giant yard.
"I'll be staying here, your father will be moving back into the old house back in town. But, you two are free to stay anywhere you want." Mom said.
Dad cleared his throat. "I will still be coming out here to work on the trucks and manage shipping. But I will likely spend more time on the road."
"That way the horses can stay here. I'm also staying on as a bookkeeper and part time with the company, plus my sales job back at the dealership." Mom said.
"That's right, we're not tearing up the company or houses, or you guys. We just drifted apart as husband and wife. But I still respect your mother very much and we're still friends, we'll work together and we still have you two." Dad said.
I cleared my throat and stood up. "I need some air." I rushed for the balcony outside and looked out over the fresh landscaping and dark fields.
Lights from the small town lit up the distant landscape. It was my mothers dream location, overlooking the small town my father had built a trucking company in.
Mom snuck up on me in thought and startled me, it gave her a smile to know she had spooked me. We said nothing, she just put her hand on my back and looked out into the darkness with me.
Mom worked at a car dealership taking messages and booking appointments. Her boss had an old school outlook to the role of the secretary. They must be pleasant, beautiful and female, they could be brainless just as long as they fit the first three traits. Mom had four traits going for her. Some of the women complained about him, but mom made as much as the sales people did, working as a front desk greeter. On the side she always had makeup and health businesses, which she did well at too.
Sally was her name. An innocent, polite and respected woman within the community. Brunette hair with a few greys showing. Which only added to her mature beauty. Her fair skin was soft and well cared for. Years of riding horses gave her a figure any woman would die for. Thick thighs, round ass and a flat stomach. Ellaine wasn't far off either, looking at her it was probably like looking back in time.
Amazing mother, always there, always supportive. I loved her very much and so did my friends. The literal soccer mom, and football mom when it came to car pooling. She hated sports, but she was always at my games cheering us on. We were also the most popular car pool van.
Dad was a truck driver, we owned four rigs. He drove one on long hauls for crossing borders and the other 3 drivers did a combination of long and short hauls. It's also the reason my name is Ken. A fact my mother found years later when I was about 10, wow did she flip out when she learnt that one.
But my fixation with mom began when I was 15 and still living at the house in town. The internet had died, they said the cables were cut and would take several days to fix due to the heavy rain. 15, no porn, no 'older brothers magazines', and no outdoor sports, that was hell. On top of it, Ellaine, my little sister pestered me to play non stop giving me no privacy.
Hunter, our Labrador, had broken free and was running around the front street. Playing a big game of 'catch me if you can' in the puddles and mud. Finally after what felt like half an hour of chasing Hunter around, mom returned home.
She wore a dark pencil skirt, with a white blouse. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun and she wore heels. Hunter was her dog and he ran straight for her. It took 3 neighbors, myself, Ellaine and my mom 15 minutes to get Hunter into the backyard. By the end, mom was barefoot, soaking wet and her hair a tangled mess with strands hanging down her face. But she was laughing the whole time.
What really did it though was her blouse, it had come free from her skirt, and the white fabric clung to her body exposing a wonderful tantalizing hourglass figure. Beneath it I grew curious of her bra and its thin lace fabric. For a minute she bent over and struggled with putting his collar back on. I stared at the two thin black straps that rode above her skirt along her hips. It was a minute that was burned into my memory. How those straps creased her flesh and rode high up on her hip bones.
At that age it was an instant boner, to my embarrassment one she eventually noticed. Once we got inside the cool rain had another effect. I learnt first hand why wet tee shirts were white. I could see everything, the fabric of her bra, how it cut across her breasts, just above her nipples, which stuck out proud in the cool air. They were sharp like two frozen peas stuck in her shirt. 'Mom, Ken has an erection again' is another horrifying memory of that moment.
That night in the shower I came within a minute thinking of those straps and nipples. After falling asleep I dreamt of her, bent over, her heart shaped ass and tapered waist bent over the back of the couch. In my dream I pulled her skirt up and fucked her from behind. It was so vivid I woke up confused as to why I was in bed with a wet spot.
I found myself trying harder at football and soccer. Before that I played football for two reasons, dad and cheerleaders. I wasn't a great player, but neither was my team. By senior year most of the other guys played to impress the cheerleaders and their friends. I was playing to impress my mother.
When I was seventeen she caught me in their room looking through her lingerie drawer. I lied and claimed I was trying to find a condom for a party that weekend. I got a lecture about treating women right. Then to my surprise she got me one and asked if I knew how to use it. I told her no, and she gave me three more and said practice. In a moment of Idiocy I said "Can you show me?" With a smirk. She smiled, shook her head and slapped me on the arm. "You wish." It was my first sexual flirtation with her.
It was a memorable party, I stood in the corner feeling awkward as fuck, talking with close friends when they wandered by, then went home. Mom was still awake, nervously she asked how it went. I gave the condom back to her with a shy smile and shrug. She gave me a thin smile and to my surprise hugged me. I dry humped a pillow wearing one of the other condoms that night using the memory of her warm body. She admitted to me she didn't want to be so close minded like her own parents and wanted us to always be open with each other.
By eighteen I had become a good player, not a star player but good enough to be noticed by Ellaine's friends. I had also gained a reputation for being flirty at school, charming and polite with a hot body. I had been practicing with mom and it was paying off in dividends. She had fine tuned me to talk with girls, no tight clothes, nothing flashy, no ass hat flaunty moves.
"Don't rely on your hair or muscles, don't swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with them politely and for god sakes listen to them."
I don't know if she wrote that down, but she said it word for word each time she told me.
I only attended parties to worry my mother and have a late night chat. In reality I was a closet nerd. She would give me a condom each time. In turn I returned it, until one night I didn't. She greeted me like normal and just assumed I would exchange it back. We stood in the living room until she laughed and covered her mouth. She cried a little and my heart broke, afterwards we talked about it. Mom gave me another lecture about sticking by her. But turned out I was the trophy fuck, and mom was pissed.
She had stepped up to sales by then, and when she found out the girl's parents were buying a new vehicle she poured everything on them. Later she bragged to me about how much she hosed them for in a high pressure sale.
I started my welding apprenticeship a year before we moved to the countryside. The reason was so dad could expand and mom could be closer to her horses. We moved in a month ago and here we are, staring out into the darkness together.
It took time, but after the initial shock cooled down, they were right. Little changed, mom still stayed in the country house and when dad returned from long hauls he worked in the big new shop and returned to the town house.
The problem with working at the place you live is you never get out. I had plenty of social time, with old truck drivers and mechanics, but not with people my age. I went for months without seeing anyone new out in the country.
That isolation brought back the dreams of my mother, bent over like when I was a teenager. The tight riding jeans, her long hair flowing behind her. But the one thing that haunted me, was those two thin black straps riding up above her skirt.
By the time Ellaine moved out to university, dad was full time on the road and I had the big new shop to myself. Along with all the chores of feeding horses, who I didn't ride. Most of my day was spent cleaning the shop, welding up trailers and ordering parts for the guys.
Then COVID happened and along came the lockdowns, class rooms closed, and people just hunkered down. Mom worked from home and the drivers ran non stop so the shop most often sat empty. Three day routes became a week and border crossings became a paperwork nightmare heaping on more time.
I hardly noticed the lockdowns, but mom on the other hand. She did not take it well. At first she enjoyed the break, but after a month she began to clean and clean and clean.
I watched mom scurry around the house with a broom. She leaned forward over the banister to reach out further onto the wall where a spider had made its web. She wore a white tee shirt that was too short and pulled out from her jeans. The pale pink skin of her stomach stretched out and disappeared into a taunting open shirt from below. If only I had been down stairs. My dream of her wearing a skirt flashed back in my memory. By instinct I reached out and took her by the hips.
Her wide eyes stared back at me and snapped me out of it.
"You're creeping me out leaning over the railing like that." I said.
She smiled at me, took my arm and leaned even further out past the rail. I strained to pull back and keep her from falling over the side. She swung the broom at the cobweb and swung herself back into my arms.
She smiled at me, "Got it."
I kept her in my arms as I looked out the big windows into the afternoon sun. "Nice day for a ride."
She stepped away and kept sweeping the clean floors. "I've been riding every day this week." She shrugged.
"I'll join you." I said.
She stopped and looked up at me with a suspicious smile. "You hate riding."
"Yeah, but you love it, we'll talk, enjoy the day, it'll be a riding date with a picnic. I'll just ignore the part where I'm on a horse instead of a chair. Plus I'm done with all my work, twice over." I said.
She was quick to take me up on my offer, she had dad's horse saddled and ready before I could pack sandwiches and meet her at the barn. She loved it, she had a giant smile leading the two horses to me. We talked about before the lockdowns, when it would be over and the new business she was thinking of getting into. Another health supplement sales business, she really just did it for socializing.
"Why don't you sell lingerie, or swimsuits or something else. You used to sew all the time?" I said. "Hell you could make them, sell them and model them yourself."
She scoffed at me and said, "Yeah a 43 year old lingerie model doing a start up business making lingerie."
"Not interested in swimsuits? lingerie alone is great too." I joked.
She rolled her eyes and shrugged it off with a smile.
"You could be right, maybe your sewing isn't good enough, maybe you should just do the modeling." I smiled.
"Okay that's enough." she beamed a smile and looked around the woods. "Besides I had enough troubles keeping you out of my lingerie drawer, how would I keep you out of my sewing room."
My heart missed one beat and sunk into my chest so low it felt like I'd been punched. "With great difficulty." I said and laughed it off.
She adjusted herself in the saddle and looked at me with a disapproving sideways glance. But her smirk said otherwise. We rode for another five minutes sharing little smiles and glances before she spoke again.
"You really think I could model my own line of lingerie?" She said.
I did a double take of her. "Are you really contemplating this? I was just throwing out ideas to keep you busy, you're going crazy in the house."
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. For two minutes the only sounds we made were the sounds of horse hoofs, leather saddles squeaking and flies buzzed around our heads.
I was thinking it more than I meant to say it, but it came out. "You're the most beautiful woman in town, with gorgeous eyes, and a bright smile that makes my day every time I see it. Yeah, you could, and don't just take my word for it, ask your primarily young male client list at the dealership." I said.
She laughed out loud and leaned forward on her horn.
"I think all of my friends have bought a vehicle off of you because of soccer and football carpooling." I added.
I was reminded why I hated riding, flies, mosquitoes and my balls were beginning to ache from binding in the saddle. She spurred her horse and took off in a canter. Riding just wasn't my thing, of course without urging dad's horse, he took off after mom. It isn't the speed that's frightening, it's the repeated bouncing off the saddle I hated. A half mile later mom let up and waited for me to catch up.
She had a bead of sweat on her forehead and a slight rise in breathing. Me, my ass, legs, and back burned and my balls were slowly being squeezed to death.
"All those weights aren't helping you now is it?" she laughed.
I raised my ass up off the saddle and leaned hard on the horn giving myself relief. "Now you sound like dad and his buddies."
We set up there on a small hill, a few farms and acreages in view. To my surprise she pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two tin cups and handed one to me.
"What about the hot chocolate?" I said.
"What are you twelve?" She said and took a sip from her cup.
She sat next to me on the blanket and gazed off in the distance.
"You know you didn't have to stick with lingerie, you could have mentioned table clothes and custom napkins." I said.
She took a sip of wine and smiled into reflection on top of the wine. "You led the question when you asked it in hopes you could see me wearing lingerie."
I gave her a smile "Hmm a little, I figured you'd look a little strange modeling tablecloths." I raised my eyebrows to her. "The napkins on the other hand."
She let the cup down and covered her mouth with her hand. After swallowing hard she gave me a coy smile. I left it at that and we enjoyed our afternoon. I was amazed that she rode everyday and could still walk. Her and my sister, it was the reason I had to get used to locker room banter about both my sister and mothers legs.
By the time we got home, cleaned the horses and got back inside the house the sun was setting. I nearly had to crawl up the stairs to the shower. I turned it to high heat and hung on to the glass door and wall. The steaming hot water flowed over my back and aching balls.
A knock came at the door and mom stepped inside. I could look right at her in the half frosted glass. The middle section was frosted but the upper and lower thirds were clear. She wore a white towel and her hair was soaked.
"Hey it's just me, did I leave a dryer in here?" She said, She looked around the counter then to me staring at her.
The sight of her bare skin across her back, legs and shoulders caused the blood to flow to my cock. In seconds it raised up and pointed straight out. The sudden rush caused it to ache and I wanted to stroke it once or twice to help relieve the pressure.
She smiled and said. "That's what happens when you don't ride for over a year."
I nodded my head and smiled at her.
Mom gave me a wink and a smile. "It would be great if you toughened up, football star, I'd love it if we could go riding again next week."
She took a step closer and looked into the shower. I covered my erection and gave her a sideways grin. "Mom."
"What, nothing I haven't seen before, I was just going to say if you're stiff I can work it out." she said.
I stared longer than I should have, before I figured out she was talking about my muscles. "Oh, yeah I'll be fine, I've been hitting the weights pretty hard lately, this is nothing." I straightened up and put my hands back up on the top of the glass like it was nothing. But it took effort to raise them up that high.
She smiled and looked inside as much as she could. "Mmm, I see." She turned around and bent forward to look under the vanity. Her towel lifted up exposing the very bottom of her glutes and stretched her hamstrings and calves. The damp towel tightened around her narrow waist and toned back. It was the most skin I had ever seen her show off. The fact that her slit was just hidden from sight but so close made it more of a mystery.
Like jumping into cold water I inhaled deeply and my hips bucked forward. The tip of my penis bumped the glass. Before she turned around I regained my composure and stepped back. She gave me a weak smile, flicked her wet hair from her side and held up a hair dryer.
"Found it." She stood up, plugged it in and wiped the mirror.
"Oh my god she's not leaving." I thought to myself.
She hummed to herself as she dried her hair on the other side of a half inch pane of glass, next to her naked son with a raging hard on. The mirror could look in on the bath and from time to time we shared a quick glance. The longer it happened the more comfortable we both became with it. By the time she finished I had washed my body and hair. Between the two I stroked my cock several times, the thought even thrilled me. She unplugged the hair dryer and we smiled at one another before she left.
I looked to the counter and imagined fucking her right there on the vanity as she bent over. It took minutes for me to deal with my erection. My lust was sated and I hurried to my room with a towel around my waist.
I logged on to my laptop and typed in the search bar.
'I want to have sex with my own mother, help'
"Tell her how I feel and see if she feels the same way? Fuck that." I whispered.
I continued to read a number of popular sites, before I decided to make my own post.
I made an account and logged into a room for such questions.
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Dear readers.
I keep having dreams of my mother. Is it normal? I have had them since I was 15. It started when I first saw her thong riding over her skirt in the rain. At first it was just the idea of womens lingerie on an actual woman. But I started dreaming about her. It got better, but now she and my father got divorced. It's not like I picture having children or settling down, I just can't help getting hard ons when I see more than the usual skin with her. She is a beautiful woman, fit and young for a mom, I think, she's 42 43?Please help
Theconfusedson.
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I stared at the screen waiting for anything, then slapped my laptop shut. I ran down the stairs for a drink of water. As I returned I passed by her door. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared at a dresser as she combed her hair.
Her lower legs was bare, her short silver robe rode up high vanishing between her ass and bed. She pulled her brush through her long dark hair and gave me a smile as I entered.
"Mom?" I said.
She stopped and put her hands on her lap. She was an eloquent lady, prim and proper. Grandma and grandpa were at the tail end of the baby boomers and raised her and her sisters with a 'proper' upbringing. Baby of the family and pregnant straight out of high school. But that wasn't the part that pissed them off, it was the fact that her and dad didn't get married first.
"Do you remember when we were chasing Hunter in the rain years ago?" I said.
Her face lit up with a giant smile and she said, "He was a good dog, I kind of do. I remember chasing him in a huge rain storm through the mud. My clothes were ruined after that. But I actually had fun."
"I.." The lump in my throat tightened as I stared at her sitting there in a bathrobe, for sure naked underneath. From where I stood I could see her nipples strain on the thin satin. I regretted wearing my towel, as my cock began to unsheathe itself pressing against the rough fabric.
She gave me a peculiar smile "You still haven't changed?"
I looked down at myself, holy shit no. "I ah, got distracted by something. But I was just reminded about Hunter. Today, I... just thought today was kind of like that, it was good to see you smiling and laughing, so lets do it again. Good night... Love you." It just slipped out, it was there and it felt natural and out it came.
The smile it brought to her face, her eyes melted and her lips curled up. "I love you too sweetie."
I half ran to my room, I had to delete the post. Deep down I had this feeling she would find it, a question about a day I had just mentioned, and fucking my own mother. I flipped the laptop open and raced to find my way back to the post.
"What the fuck seven votes?" I said.
"Language." She yelled down the hall.
"Sorry," I yelled back. I stood up and shut the door. I threw my towel off and grabbed the laptop to click the private button on. As I glanced over the posts I grew curious of the few responses it got.
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"NO, stop ASAP, go to church and pray for forgiveness. Get a gf then marry her, forget about your mother."
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"What the fuck?" I whispered.
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"Therapy, just find a therapist and they'll help."
"Hot, I fucked my mom once, when I was...."
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I scrolled through the responses, to get to the delete post option, or edit whatever I could do. One post caught my eye, it wasn't short or judging.
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Dear Theconfusedson
You said you don't plan on having children with her. If that's true then if both of you are consenting adults it's no one else business. It's not as if this year can't get anymore fucked up by two people having sex.
Here's some tips. Remember she's a woman and women want to have sex just as much as men its just different timing, its also as much emotional as physical for women. Imagine putting a dirty thing inside of you, they want to be comfortable with their partner.
Be clean, be polite and respect her. Flirt with her and if she flirts back keep going a little more. In the end its only sex. My partner and I have an open marriage because of an insane amount of travelling our jobs demand. We're very much in love and continue to remain married. Sex isnt the focus in our relationship, why would a mother and her son be any different if treated correctly.
If it does happen, be up front with each other on what to expect. If nothing happens, all your being is a good son looking out for your mother and the two of you didnt need sex anyways.
Keep us posted
Openmindedcouple02
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Intrigued I began typing a reply.
"Ken?" my mom opened the door and stepped inside.
I damn near threw my laptop off my bed, my heart hit the front of my chest and at the same time my head went flush and my stomach dropped lower than my balls. Speaking of which, hung out in the open for her viewing.
"Mom!"
She turned her head and stared at the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you needed me time."
"No I wasn't doing that! I just sleep naked now is all." I grabbed for the blankets but she had made my bed at some point that afternoon and they refused to budge.
"No really, it's okay I understand, I need me time too once in a while." She said half laughing. "More nowadays."
She was stuck, flustered, and sinking in quicksand. 'It's just like the locker rooms after practice' I told myself and took a deep breath. I stood up and said, "Mom, you can look at me, calm down. It's no different than 20-30 guys showering or cheerleaders changing after a game." I sounded calm but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My cock was semi flaccid but it was on the verge of becoming engorged with blood.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at me. She smiled and nodded her head. I was praying inside that she couldn't read what was on the screen of my laptop.
"I'm not having "ME time". I was reading some stuff online about a game and didn't expect you to enter. What were you wondering?"
She crossed her arms and brushed her hair to the side out of her eyes. "Um, nothing, I just wanted to talk, and well this," she held up a small jar of lotion.
Her eyes moved up and down scanning over my body. They paused for a moment over my crotch and stomach before looking to the side and back into mine.
"It'll help you loosen up," She frowned at the bottle and squinted to read the wording. "I figured you were swearing and it would help you sleep better. Since you're not wearing underwear well I could even get your bruised ass" she laughed.
I looked back to my laptop and thought about the last post I had read. For years she helped me talk to women, women who had her preferences.
I grit my teeth and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was right, it took all my strength not to just flop down. "I'm fine," I winced.
She rolled her eyes, "I know you're hurting, when I first started riding again I could hardly walk. Face down, it's just your ass anyways." She stepped into my room and pushed me to roll over to my front.
Watching her walk across my room in a short bathrobe I felt my cock begin to harden. Openmindedcouple02's comment stuck in my mind and I thought 'fuck it.' I either let it go or I risk showing mom a hardon just because she walked across the room.
I grit my teeth and swung my legs up onto the bed and rolled over before she could see my cock grow. It felt strange and as she sat she hesitated to open the jar.
"What is it?" I said.
"I used to sell this, it's like a pain reliever for sore muscles. I still had some left over." She undid the jar and lathered her hands in it.
The lotion was cold, then tingled with heat. She was right, it helped immediately. That or it was the comforting feeling of her soft slender fingers pressing into my muscles. Her hands roamed over my lower back and down my glutes.
"So you're having a lot of me time lately?" I said.
She covered her face and smirked to herself. "Oh my god, I can't believe I said that."
I laughed at her and turned my head back towards her. "You said you wanted to talk about something." I said.
Her hands returned to my back. My upper back and shoulders weren't sore but I wasn't going to stop her as she rubbed the salve into them.
"I think I'm ready for a change. Were you just joking about the lingerie and swimsuits?"
I propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. "Those we're just top of my head ideas. Those are the popular things on the forums. Low cost, easy to ship and small amounts of material. Actually making a webpage is easy. You just need a hosting site, pictures, product and the ability to sell."
Before I knew it I was on my side giving her a full frontal view, but my hard on had gone away. She didn't mind too much. She just smiled and shook her head.
"You don't really like welding do you?" She ran her hand over my side and arm.
"I'm okay with it. I prefer making metal art. Decorative pieces, photographing them is fun. I enjoy that." Is said. I looked her in the eyes and she smiled at me. Her phrase replayed in my head "Don't rely on your hair or muscles, don't swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with them politely and for god sakes listen to them."
"Do it, you have the free time you can test the waters anonymously online before selling in person." I said. I sat up and took the jar from her hand.
"Would I be modelling them?" She said.
I put my thumb at the base of her neck and rolled my thumb and pointer finger into her neck muscles.
She moaned and closed her eyes.
"Not if you don't want to, you can just design them and make them. Your only hobbies are sewing and selling, why not combine the two." I said and shuffled over to the side.
I pulled her robe open and down over her shoulders. She wore a flimsy pale yellow cami top that was too large for her. It exposed her back and chest leaving little to the imagination.
Her nipples protruded and were nearly exposed at the sides. The open sides gave me full view of her side boob. My cock came to life and I hopped behind her before she noticed.
She opened her mouth to protest and grabbed the collar of her robes. Just then I pressed my thumbs into the long spinal muscle of her back.
Instead of protesting her back arched and she let out a low slow moan inside her throat. Each time I ran my thumbs down her back she purred. The robes slipped from her fingers and she let her head fall forward. I stopped to admire her bare shoulders.
"Mmm don't stop." She murmured.
"Lay down on your stomach." I said.
Obediently she rolled onto the bed and laid face down. I pulled her robe up and away from her and let it flop down next to the bed.
The cami top stopped at her hips. From there she wore a tight pair of satin grey panties. It was her comfy clothes but still she made them look sexy as hell. I knew she owned clothes like this but I could never catch her without a robe on.
I knelt beside her and massaged her back from the top of her panties to her neck over top of her shirt. If she turned around now she would see a huge erection pointed straight at her.
"We can order some items tomorrow if you like. I can show you the merchant sites too." I said.
"Mmmm. Okay it sounds like a plan." She hummed.
I took a deep breath and scooped some of the pain reliever onto my fingers. As if normal I slid my hands under her shirt and touched her bare skin. She tried to raise her body and turn her head back to me. But one long stroke of my thumbs pressed her down into the mattress with a moan. The palms of my hands kneaded her tense muscles.
As I worked on her, I admired how her muscles showed through. The curve of the spine, the two dimples in the small of her back. Like an artist I cupped her sides and followed the curve of her waist rise over her rib cage and up to her shoulders. As I did her whole body relaxed. Her foot raised up to my back and caressed the side of my lat and arm.
With a quick pass I slid my hands over her glutes and down to her hamstrings. I did the same to each leg, down her leg, to her ankle and back. Once per leg, they were soft, smooth and thick from years of riding. In minutes she had fallen asleep, I focused on her glutes with a light touch, then down her inner thigh.
My temples ached from the pressure and my hips twitched. My cock was so hard it didn't bend or swing and ached to be used. She let out a moan and shifted her arms. I thought my head would pop. I reached down and pulled the sheets over her and myself. Deep down I found myself hoping she would wake and take my cock in her hand.
It must have been hours before I fell asleep, but when the sun woke me her arm and leg was over top of me. She slept on her other arm and her body was pressed against mine. She stretched and opened her eyes to see me there.
"Hmmm, I didnt even know I fell asleep." She smiled. Her hand moved over my bare chest while she stretched her legs and back.
"Two or three minutes and you were out." I said.
I must have layed on my back all night, because I could hardly move. I stretched and flexed my aching muscles. It was like I had played a hard game of football the night before.
Her hand slid down my chest and over my abs. Then we both felt it at the same time. Her thigh pressed against my morning wood and lack of underwear. For whatever reason she frowned and reached down to touch my cock. Maybe it was disbelief and morning grogginess. But she felt my hips and gripped the shaft of my penis.
She shrieked and jumped away from me. "You didn't have underwear?"
Heat welled up around my cheeks and I pulled the sheets tight around my waist, which just added to the tent. "Well we didn't do that in the locker rooms." I blurted out.
She sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands. She peeked out at me between the fingers and shook her head. "Come on lover boy, let's get dressed and make breakfast." she said with a grin.
I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. It hurt to sit, stretch or move. A soft hand touched my back and caressed it once. I looked back and gave her a smile. While I summoned the strength to stand up and limp to the bathroom I could see her at the edge of my peripheral.
She reached down and touched herself before swinging her legs out of bed. With the same hand she rubbed her fingertips into the bed sheets and stood up. I watched her ass sway as she left my room to head back to hers. She caught me staring when she looked back over her shoulder.
"Come on, we don't have all day." she said and disappeared around the corner.
"Huh." I whispered. I looked at my laptop and said to myself, "Do women get something like morning wood too?"
That morning we did our own things. I did the chores but skipped out on sweeping the clean shop floor. I figured dad wasn't here to catch me not sweeping the swept floors. Mom went into town to buy groceries and stop by the sewing shop.
Before she could get home I ran inside, brought my laptop to the kitchen and pulled up my Theconfussedson account. I posted an update of the morning's events. As I read the new comments most just repeated the above posts, others requested updates. One stood out though which made me chuckle, I couldn't help but think of batman as I read it.
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Dont make a big deal out of it, Fuck her hard by night and by day, be mother and son.
Anonymous.
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For some strange reason my post was getting a lot of followers and upvotes. I decided to include a post about my mom's body and my own. Describing how we looked, but not our faces or where we lived.
I spent half an hour reading the comments. The comment "Fake" popped up a lot, others cheered it on, but the condemners faded out. The post gained 10 upvotes, but another post caught my attention as I typed.
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Call the police, thats rape, she shouldnt touch you like that and she should know better.
Cali Johnson
No, I'm not calling the police on my mother. I slept naked beside her, and we
gave each other a massage with a pain reliever after a long day of riding
horses. She touched my erection by accident.
Then you're just a pervert who needs counselling.
Cali Johnson
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I looked around the kitchen then stared at the curser, how the fuck do I reply to that? This is why I hated forums and social media, now here I was arguing with strangers over the internet on serious fucked up shit. Still stuck a new message popped up from someone else.
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Shut up Cali, I checked your profile you just run around saying shit everywhere. Theconfussedson, just be natural, it's none of our business what you two do. You're both consenting adults doing a natural thing. Maybe in the past it made a difference with no birth control. But now, who cares, have fun. Just don't have any children. PS Cali I downvoted a number of your posts.
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Mom opened the front door and I slammed my laptop shut. She stared at me then looked down to my crotch. "Oh good you have pants on."
"I... have pants on." I said.
She lifted a handful of bags up onto the counter. "I have more in the van, can you help me, instead of just acting strange."
I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.
"Oh speaking of strange, I couldn't buy toilet paper, it's like nowhere to be found." she said as she led me to the back of the van.
She bought a month's worth of groceries for all four of us, if we were all still together. And one small package of toilet paper. She also had a new giant sewing machine box with 4 big spools of thread. Along with bolts of lace, fabric, shiny material and several bags of other assorted items.
"Wow, you're really going ahead with it." I said.
"Well I have to, I quit the dealership." She said.
"You quit! When?" I said.
She grabbed two large bags. "This morning, I went in for some paper work and it just kind of came out." She laughed. "I was tired of working for that sexist ass anyways."
I watched her walk to the house in her tight jeans and grey t-shirt. Her hair was undone and she wore knee high boots. It was probably the first time in twenty years the dealership saw her dress like that.
"I wondered if this is what a midlife crisis is?" I said to myself. Dad left his highschool sweetheart to live on the road and now mom quit her job of 20 years. "Or was this just lockdown fever?"
The first month wasn't bad, mom made patterns, built her online store and continued to tend the book for the company. We saw 2 drivers for a short 1 day visit and gone again. By the end of the month mom was going stir crazy, again. We rode everyday and she even helped me in the shop. She talked and talked, and true to her advice I listened to every word.
When dad heard she quit her job, he just said, "Good, I have extra paperwork." which oddly wasn't much different if they were still together.
Going into the second month, she posted her first set of swimsuits, a two piece bikini. And a few selections of panties. But she admitted bras were harder than she thought they would be. I admired her determination.
One morning I woke to find her hard at work. She was hunched over her new sewing machine on the dining room table. Her hair was frazzled and she still hasn't changed out of her cami's and black pair of panties. I handed her a coffee.
"Were you up all night?" I said.
I could see down her cami between her breasts. She wore no bra and she swung back and forth as she moved her arms. Her nipples stuck out from the rubbing. I wore a pair of boxers, two months ago I would be pointing at her. Now it had become normal, it was odd. The more relaxed we became around one another the less tension I felt.She pulled the bra clear of the sewing machine and held it up with a giant smile. "I got it! I think I got it"
Without a second thought she slipped the straps of her cami from her shoulders and flashed me for a few seconds. Her breasts swung from age, but still they were firm and supple. Peaked by two brown nipples which were partially erect. They were beautiful teardrop shaped globes of pale pink flesh the perfect size for my hand to wrap around.
She slipped on her bra and looked at me with my giant eyes. Her skin turned bright red from her cheeks down to the tops of her breasts. With a squeal she flopped back into her chair clutching the bra over her chest. She tried to pull her cami up but she sat on the back of it.
"Oh my god, I didn't even think about that, I was just excited." She fidgeted and fought with the cami while trying to hold the bra against both breasts. Her eyes were wide and she was laughing with embarrassment. "Well are you going to at least turn away?"
"Sorry I guess I got awestruck myself." I turned my head and looked down at the corner of the cabinets.
She reached behind her back and closed the bra. "Done, how does it look?" she said.
"Beautiful." I said.
"Me or the bra?" She shot back with a big smile.
I pointed my finger at her. "Ah, you beat me to it."
She admired herself in the mirror across the room, satisfied she squealed, spun on her heels and threw her arms around me. "Finally, figuring this out was better than any sale I've ever done."
I hesitated to put my hand on her bare back but when I did her skin felt soft and warm. At that moment she was twenty years younger, like a child experiencing something new for the first time. I didn't have a shirt on so it was skin on skin contact. 10 seconds 15 seconds then finally she rubbed my back and pulled away.
Hair tickled her nose and she blew it to the side with her mouth. With that she slid from my arms and cleared her throat. "I've been in sales almost all my life, but I can't sell a damn thing on this page. I need to be in person."
She leaned over the table and scrolled through her laptop. The pictures she wanted were wire framed mannequins showcasing the swimsuits. Reasonable price and excellent quality. She even sold a few in person to friends in town.
A familiar bulge pressed on my boxers as I looked over her panties that sat low on her hips and clung to her ass. "It's missing something." I said.
"Yeah, traffic." She said without looking up.
"Stand up, look in the mirror."
She did as I asked and looked back over her shoulder at me. "No, someone in town will see, no I'm okay with the wireframes."
I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my coffee. "Wireframes don't attract people, a beautiful model would, and you don't even need to pay for one."
She rubbed her hand over my chest and gave me a loving smile. "I know, but I don't think you can pull it off modeling lingerie. But I'll definitely give you a call if I start making menswear."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her as she laughed at her own joke. She was cute, so she could do that.
Another month passed and she turned out more and more product. It wasn't even selling, save for the few pieces here and there, that she sold in town or locally. She just couldn't help herself running around town chatting or having coffee.
I had taken a picture of her wearing a one piece swimsuit and ordered a large plate of bronze. Which I cut the silhouette on. It was a side-on shot 45 degree angle, with one arm raised in the air. It showed her hips, ass and waist in a beautiful S curve. She didn't even know I took it.
She was so bored, she even helped me as I did the grinding on it for 4 days straight. She wore gloves, goggles and a respirator. Her skin got mottled with grinding dust. But she kept coming back each afternoon to hang out with me, we talked and chatted about everything. Together we polished it until it was a mirror finish.
On the 8th day I stood it up out front of the shop. 6 feet tall but to scale. She came out and admired it with me in the sun.
"It's pretty, I love the curves, it looks like a brush stroke. Is it a fancy mirror? Because that was the agreement, you would tell me once we finished." She said.
I pulled my phone out and handed it to her with the picture pulled up. She looked at herself in the photo then to the mirrored bronze.
"No." she said. "No way, when did you take this?"
"Your first full swimsuit you tried to make. You came out to check in the big mirror." I said.
"But it didn't fit, I threw it out and redesigned it." She said.
"Yeah, but the model looked amazing. I figured you needed a logo and it was the perfect angle. So I made you a life size logo." I said.
Her eyes turned glossy as she stared at the bronze figure. She smiled and pulled me in tight for a hug.
"So where should we put it, out front of the house?" I said.
She nodded her head in my chest and out of the blue looked up and kissed me on the lips. It was quick, a fast peck that would have normally been on the cheek.
Four days later she had bought me an entire photo studio setup. Before I woke she had set it up in the living room along with her entire line up of swimsuits. She met me at the bottom of the stairs with a cup of coffee and her beautiful smile. She wore makeup and a white satin robe. Her hair was messy, but done on purpose.
"When did you wake up?" I said.
"Five a.m." she said and held the cup out to me. "I agree now, we need better pictures than my cell phone with wire frames, and you take beautiful pictures."
I looked down at a brand new camera on the couch. "I can't take this, this DSLR is over a thousand dollars."
As I looked over the couch I inhaled spit and violently coughed. Mom had dropped her robes and revealed a red floral two piece bikini. The waist straps ran high up her hips and the tied ends danged at her sides. The top cupped her breasts perfectly showing a slight amount of side boob. It was her unseen parts that stunned me. Her stomach wasn't just flat, it was on the verge of showing abs. Two long S curves ran from the bottom of her rib cage to her hip bones. At her hips the two lines formed a V and vanished below her bottom.
"You okay?" She said.
I winced and nodded my head. "Yeah, coffee went down wrong." My eyes must have been on elastics because every time I looked away they shot back towards her.
Not really though, I couldn't understand why dad would give up a woman like her to live on the road. I felt anger towards him, jealousy and I also felt he partially abandoned us, as a family.
"Well I asked for the best camera they had, and that's what they gave me. A DSLR?" She said.
After a few seconds of me not answering, she looked down at herself. "What was all that talk about lock rooms a few months back. I figured you would be used to this by now."
"I am, I will be, I just need a little more coffee." I said.
She stood next to me and put her hand on my back. It took everything I had not to look down the front of her bikini. Eventually I lost, thoughts I never had ran through my head, as I looked over her collarbones and chest.
"I tried it out to make sure it works. But play around with it and we'll do the photos the right way. I guess it's time I make my modeling debut." She said.
I put my arm on the small of her back and touched her warm skin. My thumb rested in the groove of her spin and my fingers curled around her side. I pulled her close and kissed her on the temple.
"Thank you." I said.
She scrunched her nose and smiled to herself. As I pulled away to pick up the camera, I dragged the tips of my fingers across her back. She crossed her arms, then reached out and touched the back of my arm. Smiled and brought her hand back to her lips to fidget with her chin and mouth.
I had given up on the idea of her and I having sex. But seeing her that way brought the desires back. The upside was, I didn't just have that memory of two black straps riding up above her hips anymore.
In case I had issues I changed into a t-shirt and jeans. It was a simple session, white background, hands of her hips at a 45 degree angle. By the third style she was loosening up and seeing what looked best in the pictures. She began to smile more and throw more poses in. I focused on the photography until she bent over the couch to make a grab for another pair.
The thong tightened around her ass, creasing her flesh. As she stood her back muscles tightened and flexed. Her thick thighs stretched out revealing the muscles from years of riding horses. The thong slipped into her ass and revealed two round ass cheeks.
My cock sprang to life. For the sake of time she changed behind the backdrops. Something I had been able to ignore until now. I shifted it to the side and adjusted my pants, but the more I ignored it, the harder it got.
In an effort to hide, I moved around a lot more. Swung the camera strap around in an effort to keep her attention up. I was doing good until I knelt down and stood up, I felt it shift and come free pushing hard on my pants. She said nothing to me, but I became distracted by the thought of her noticing.
Her eyes began to roam. It would have been hard to miss, but still she remained silent. Instead she requested to see each picture taken. Each time she took the opportunity to touch my arm or side. Then her breast touched my arm as I was showing her a side shot.
We both ignored it, but inside I was giddy with pleasure. It was soft, warm and moulded itself around my tricep for a second. It was enough to bring my erection back to full force, and I thought 'Fuck it, I cant make it go away.'
The fifth and final bikini was her latest design. It was a scrunch bottom with double side straps. The top was much smaller cups than her other designs.
Her cheeks were slightly blushed and she had a sheepish smile. "I'm almost falling out, maybe we won't showcase this one, it's too soon."
I raised my camera and took a shot of her. She tried to cover her face. "I'm documenting for prototyping purposes." I said and took another shot.
She shook her head and smiled, out of the blue she curtsied me and laughed. That frozen moment of her losing up and having an honest deep hearted laugh wearing a tiny bikini became the cover photo of the site.
As I watched her in the lens I could see she looked down at my crotch. Her nipples hardened as we worked pressing on the fabric of her top. We huddled together and inspected the photos. But her mind wasn't on the photos as much as earlier. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and at one point, she hugged my arm and pressed her chest into it as she flipped through all of the pictures.
"Keep your fifth one in the line up, I think it looks great." I said.
"I could tell." She said with a coy little grin.
The comment made me blush, what was I going to tell her. I want to bend you over the couch, tear the bikini off and take you right there.
"I'm sorry, it's the outfits, you have a gorgeous smile that brightens my day, and we'll to be honest your body is amazing. I...I said too much. I'm sorry, I'm thankful I have a beautiful mother, some of it rubbed off onto me I hope." I gave her a smile.
She looked up at me and with an intense smile and said, "hmm you're very handsome, so is your father, you know Ellaine's friends used to always come around for other reasons than her, believe me."
I huffed and nodded to myself. Idly I looked down into the camera and flipped through the pictures of her various bikinis.
She stared into the side of my face and grinned. After a moment her body tensed up and drew closer to me. I was about to turn to meet her when she cleared her throat and pulled away. She slipped from my arm, bent down and grabbed her pile of bikinis. I watched her walk away at a quick pace back towards her bedroom. The purple scrunch bottom formed itself to the shape of her ass. It wiggled as she walked and she pulled strands of hair from her face.
'Does she feel the same way?' I thought. My heart pounded in my chest and my stomach turned like when my first crush smiled at me in the hallways. This need to be updated on the blog site.
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Update, I don't think it's just me anymore, it's getting so complicated I think something will happen, then nothing. When I stop thinking about her she starts up, with touching or glances. To make it even more complicated, it's my mother! Step-mom, no problem I'd fuck a step-mom, god there's days where I wish she was my step-mom it would be simpler lol.
I admit I haven't been online for a while because there wasn't much to say. My mother and I have been getting along great. But something odd happened again. She teased me about a hard on I had, she pressed her breast into my arm. For a minute I thought she was going to kiss me. We had a moment, we were just having fun, then she ran off flustered. Oh she was also wearing a bikini. I wish I could share photos but I can't.
Theconfussedson.
Stop making these posts. Put it out of your mind for the sake of your innocent
mothers soul, don't make her burn in hell with you.
Cali Johnson
Why do you keep following this and within five minutes? unless your
more curious about the outcome than you want to admit, perhaps you
just want to hear about a young muscular man fucking his beautiful
mother who loves to ride horses. You know what, just for your sake, when
I fuck her from behind I'll besure to PM you with ALL the details.
Theconfussedson.
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I slapped the laptop shut. My phone also had the account, which now taunted me from my end table. I tried to ignore it, but after 15 minutes I had it in my hand and was browsing through my account to find the post.
"Fucking Cali can fuck off, I wonder what she had to say." I said. I opened my phone and checked the app.
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Both of you need it bad, just give it to her, if I had a mom like that I would.
Anonymous
Its normal if you make it normal, my mother and I have had sex frequently for the past six years. My wife found out, she didn't understand and moved out, but my mom and I love each other.
Cuddlingbear
My sister and I fuck all the time, we started a couple months ago out of boredom with the lockdowns, I'll send you a link of my posts of how it happened. Oh I upvoted you.
Sisandbro
That's just as wrong as Theconfussedson02. Everyone here is going to burn in hell if you don't repent immediately.
Cali Johnson.
Fuck off, go find a rally and catch COVID.
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My post had gained over 200 upvotes, 50 personal followers and gained a life of its own. I amused myself with some of the comments who joined me and attacked Cali. But Cali was gaining her own following, god I hate the internet some days.
Then a bell icon appeared over my PM. I clicked on it and began to read.
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"Complicated? That's not complicated, you're both consenting adults, a man and a woman. Both my partner and I are transgender and we both had surgery, he's bi and I'm straight. He was born a woman and now we want to have a child. We're trying to get him pregnant with artificial insemination and one of his friends' sperm, who reminds us of my childhood pictures.
Stop thinking about it being complicated and take care of each other's needs, it sounds like this would be natural for you two. In the end you're still mother and son just with a closer bond than most. It's not a bond that has to stop you both from living your life.
If you need help my partner and I are willing to talk. And we're long time followers so we know your story. It's why we're here, we just want to help others through unusual times and we happened to find your post."
Openmindedcouple02
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"Oh my god!" I threw my phone to the bed and leaned forward on my knees.
"Sweetie?" mom yelled up the stairs.
"Yeah, I am okay, I just touched a spider." I yelled back.
"Okay, do you want me to kill it for you?" She said.
"Um, no I'm good." I said.
The comment made me smile and I looked at my phone, who the hell was I to judge? I picked up the phone and replied.
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"Thank you, actually you've been the most helpful. I feel like I have just fans or hecklers sitting back waiting to see a wreck."
"No worries, we had face to face support groups, but your situation is not really the same. My partner and I have many partners. Currently we're stuck in different countries right now, which makes it really hard with the lockdowns and no flights. But you and your mom are together.
Here's the best advice I can give. I know we're not the same, but we have an open relationship. In the end we return to our core relationship, he loves me, I love him. For you it's a mother and son."
I read her reply twice and pondered to myself before typing back.
"But sex, how do you get back after, being with someone else?"
"It's not perfect, but neither is love or even a closed relationship. You have your core relationship with someone, you focus on that. That's your anchor, not if you were faithful or who you slept with.
Treat sex like a card game, only its way more fun than cards. After the game, you and your mother are still mother and son. Just like my partner and I are still in a committed relationship to support and love each other. Goodluck, just remember if nothing happens, nothing happens, don't force it."
Openmindedcouple02
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"If you want to eat, help me with dinner." Mom yelled.
I nodded my head and closed the app. Mom greeted me with a smile as I came down the stairs. She busied herself with a bowl of salad and the chicken was sitting in a large bowl with oil and spices.
I put my hand on the small of her back and kissed her on the cheek. She wore a white floral sundress with no bra. But that didn't matter, the core was, she was my mother. I looked into her eyes and smiled.
She blushed and nudged her forehead into my chin before resuming with the salad. "You're up at the BBQ, it's time you take over for your father I think."
"Okay, I'll try, I usually burn it." I said and picked up the bowl.
"You're getting better." She said.
The chicken sizzled inside the pellet BBQ. Its chimney spewed small wisps of smoke and heat, which mesmerized me. My thoughts were more on Openmindedcouple02's comments than the chicken when mom handed me a beer. She also had one and took a seat next to me in the trellis.
Her hair and dress swayed with the breeze. It was a nice moment as we said nothing, just enjoyed the orange evening sky and cool breeze. Her foot bounced playful on her knee as she watched the clouds. If it would happen, we would fuck tonight for sure.
Mom sat up in her lawn chair and said, "The horses are out? They're over by the trees."
'Dmmit' I thought, I sat up in my chair and looked out over the field. "I can get them."
Mom checked the timer on the grill. "We have 30 minutes, I'll come with you. They listen to me better anyways." She slapped me on the thigh and stood up.
We passed the shop and her bronze logo. After we passed the stables she took my hand and smiled at me. The grass was thick and tall, seeds were forming on the heads. Across the field towards the woods, a quarter mile away the three horses paced back and forth."There, they ran the fence, neighbors damn dogs again I'll bet." I said.
Mom called out to them, usually it was all that it took. Dad and Ellaine's horse turned and ran towards us, but hers stayed near the tree line. She paced back and forth.
"Okay something has her spooked, I'll get her, bring the other two back to the stable and get the chicken. We'll fix the fence after we eat." She said.
We separated hands and I met the two horses while mom carried on. They preferred her, but I could sometimes coax them along. It didn't take much, they were acting strange and bolted back to the stable.
Behind me a curdling scream made the hairs on my head stand up. Mom ran through the grass towards her horse and stopped. She put her hands on top of her head and twirled on her heels.
"Ken, get dad's rifle, now!" She yelled.
I scanned the horizon for a bear or cougar, I wasn't going to leave her there if there was one.
"Now!" she screamed.
The panic in her voice gripped my stomach and I bolted for the house.
My heart pounded and my hands trembled as I loaded the rifle on the run back. She was close to the horse, within a couple feet. Dad was a good shot if a bear attacked mom he could shoot from here, but I had to get closer.
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Adrenaline turned to horror as I drew closer. The horse's side had blood and the grass was trampled in the area. From a giant gash in her side intestines hung below her. It trailed out behind her where it tangled in an old dry willow.
Mom met me with tears streaming down her face and took the gun from my hand. Before I could protest her taking it, she raised it to her shoulder and pulled the trigger. It was the first time I had seen a living thing so close be killed.
At first she didn't cry, just tears. But as I held her in my arms she broke down and sobbed into my shoulder.
The chicken was burned, far more than anything I had ever done, small charred lumps all the way to the bone. Once mom cried it out she set to work. Most people in town knew her as a professional saleswoman who wore skirts, blouses and blazers. She fired a gun in a sundress to mercy kill her horse, then fixed the wire fence. That night she cuddled up to me in the lawn chair, gun by her side.
The next day she let dad know what happened. He called a buddy of his on the highway to bring his skid steer over to move the corpse. I stayed close to her for 3 days, making her smile, helping with chores and going into town. While we were at the house she carried the gun with her, I had my suspicions, but I didn't ask.
Late in the afternoon of the 4th day I was browsing my account on the deck. It continued to grow, and now wasn't even about me anymore. It was becoming its own little community of how to seduce your family member. I updated it to include the advice Openmindedcouple02 had given me and was reading some of the responses when a gunshot startled me.
Mom ran up the deck and hid the gun inside by the front door. "Ken, get a shovel. That bastard won't be scaring the horses anymore."
It was hot, not a cloud in sight and calm as fuck. I helped bury Hunter two years ago, but we didn't do it this fast. As if disposing of evidence mom threw her glove in and heaped dirt on them.
"Think we should bury the gun too?" I said.
She gave me a blank stare then put her chin on the shovel handle "Maybe dig it a little larger, we should get rid of any witnesses too." She gave me a smile and stepped behind me.
It actually unnerved me a touch, but I didn't get a shovel, just a hot sweaty kiss and hug.
Dirt and sweat streamed down our faces. I pulled my T-shirt off and kept filling in the hole. Sweat soaked her shirt and her jeans had blood on it. Giant dogs tend to need giant holes, and that was not a day to dig a giant hole and fill it back up.
"You can take your shirt off too, I wont mind." I said.
"Stop." she said and rubbed dirt into my hair. Her mood had changed, like a 180. Who says vengeance doesn't solve your problems.
It was dark by the time we showered. I decided to try cooking another chicken on the grill. She wore a white sleeveless sundress with sunflowers printed on it. Her hair was still damp from her shower. I planned on being outside at the gas grill for try number 2, so I wore a light t-shirt and cargo shorts.
The chicken sizzled inside the grill when she met me on the patio with two beers in her hand. She sipped hers while I swallowed half of mine.
"Just set the timer, we'll keep an eye on it from inside, I had enough of this heat." She said.
The living room was large, the TV was at the far end, opposite of the white kitchen with black marble counters. The whole front was a wall of glass filled with the fading light. We never entertained, but we had three large white leather couches, surrounding the square glass coffee table. It was mom's dream home and country living, while dad had his dream shop and expandable yard.
She sat on the back of the couch next to me as I turned the power on for the TV.
"Thankyou." She said.
The TV was left on the news and we were bombarded by talks of riots and shootings.
Mom looked over her shoulder and took the remote from me. "That's enough about shootings today." Her arms slid under mine and held me close. "I'm tired of this year." She sighed.
The warmth of her body warmed mine, it was soft, tender and soothing to hold her in my arms. I put my hands around her waist and caressed the small of her back, daring to touch the top of her glutes.
She stole a quick peck on my collar bone, then chin before smiling to herself. As she moved side to side her warm globes of flesh rubbed across me. I lost my breath, but I fought to catch it without showing her. She was just a lonely woman who had to bury her horse of 21 years.
My head had started to spin from hunger, heat and beer. So when our knees touched I thought nothing of it, until her calf slid up mine. Her hip thrust into my thigh and her weight pulled down on my shoulders. With closed eyes, she kissed me on the lips and a hint of warm moisture touched my bottom lip. She opened her eyes to look into mine.
My mind was still on the sensation of her soft skin touching my calf and if I had really felt the tip of her tongue. Her eyes darted from side to side and she pulled herself from my arms. She turned back to the couch to find the remote.
She had thrown down the gauntlet and I spit on it, I realized what had just happened. As she fumbled with the remote's power button I followed her curves from the back of her calves up her dress and to her shoulders. The thought went through my head. 'Okay, so tonight she'll get laid. She needs it.'
I stepped forward, took her hips in my hands and pressed my groin into her ass. She tried to turn to face me but I held her in place between me and the couch. Her eyes and mouth were wide open as she looked back at me with a flushed face. Then she felt my hard cock pressing into her ass. She closed her eyes, leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. Her hips betrayed her and ground against me.
My hands roamed her stomach and she ground her back against my chest. Again I crushed her into the back of the couch. Daring to go farther my hands found their way under the hem of her dress and stopped at the flimsy lace string.
She pushed my hand away and squeezed my wrist. Instinct took over and my hips thrust forward. Her nails dug into my wrist and she let a moan slip from her throat and nose as she bit down on her lip. Her body shuttered and she caught herself on the back of the couch.
The sound made my cock so hard it felt it would break inside my cargo shorts. It demanded release as it was kinked over in pain. With great urgency I pulled my shorts down over my hips and released it. Still it ached, like a swollen sprain that felt like it would burst.
She opened her eyes and looked down behind her, "Ken!" She panted.
I didn't stop, I knew she had some sort of mini orgasm. I would explain the card game later, but right now I would settle our lust for one another.
It was luck more than skill, like fate was on our side. Before she could recover, I lifted her dress up and guided myself along her slit. My cock was so hard it slid with ease down her wet slit and past the thin strip of her g string. When the tip found her soaked opening, it hit the front of her pelvic bone and glided up and in with little effort.
We moaned together. I had never entered a woman without a condom. I knew I didn't need one because I saw mom had continued using the pill after her and dad's divorce. Her warm slick hole gripped my shaft as I sunk inside as deep as I could. My dry cock could go only so far though.
She leaned away from me, and squeezed down on the back of the couch. When I slid out of her she relaxed as if I had deflated her. She clenched my hand and turned her head to glance back at me from the corner of her eye.
Our lustful gazes met and we stared into one another's eyes. Reasoning was still an option, to back out and not speak of it again. Instead our bodies made the choice, denied its pleasure, my hips bucked forward for a second plunge inside her quivering pussy. Deeper this time as my slick cock found greater depths. The string burned the sides of my cock, but I didn't care. Inside warm walls of soft flesh soothed it.
"Oh my god," I called out.
Her eyes slammed shut and she screamed in forbidden pleasure. She pulled my hips into her ass and lifted a leg up onto the couch. With my cargo shorts still around my knees I pumped in and out of her. But I couldn't get to my full depth or speed.
To kick off my shorts, I let go of her and pulled free. My cock popped out of her and she gasped. With a frown she turned around to see what happened, then waited and watched as I removed my shorts. Her chest rose and fell as her body struggled to keep up. Her thick thighs quivered like a horse being too impatient. She pranced from foot to foot as she slid out of her thong and kicked it to the side.
She leaned forward and smiled as I entered her again. But I still couldn't get deep enough. I wanted more, I wanted her to squeal and for me to feel my balls touch her body. As I pulled out I swung my leg on top of the couch and pushed her body down. With my new position I towered over her and plunged deep inside of her.
"AH fuck!." She screamed.
When I pulled out she inhaled through her teeth. I plunged back inside and she screamed again. Soon the screams turned to moans and she clawed at my shirt and arm trying to pull herself up. In the mirror I watched as her breasts swing around with each thrust threatening to come free of the dress. Like a game, I fucked her harder to see how much wider I could make them go and if I could make them fall out.
She forced herself up and flipped her head back. Her hair sailed up and over my face with strands sticking to my wet skin. A moan escaped her throat and she flipped her hair to the side. Her mouth stayed open as she panted and moaned with each thrust of my hips. Her dress rode up above her waist and from behind I could see the side of her bare breasts and her hourglass waist.
The sight of her bare upturned ass was too much and my orgasm threatened to end the fun too soon. I stopped deep inside of her and massaged her back. Feeling her damp skin with the palms of my hands. She arched and twisted herself on my cock. Without me moving in response, she pulled herself up and freed herself of my cock, nearly sending me over the edge.
The sudden release caused me to flinch and my cock twitched mid air free of its warm shelter. She turned around and tore my shirt off to explore my chest and abs. I hadn't thought of stripping naked, but now that our hands explored each other I found myself enjoying it and wanted more. In a single motion I pulled her dress up, eager to help, she lifted her arms and let it slip free of her body.
We admired one another for only a few seconds before we pulled each other into a lustful embrace. Her warm skin felt soft and smooth across my chest, stomach and legs. She couldn't get enough and rubbed herself on me. A leg wrapped around me and guided me back in as she slid her tongue in and out of my mouth.
"Fuck me." She said, she pulled herself up and lowered herself down on my cock. "Mmm you're so hard." She moaned.
From there I took over. I pounded her as hard and fast as I could. Her body wiggled and twisted on me, bucking into me, urging her own orgasm. With all her strength she clung to my neck and moaned with each thrust.
Without warning her fist slammed into the top of my shoulder and her other hand dug into my triceps. No moan escaped her gaping mouth. Her body tensed and her muscles showed through her skin. I bore most of her weight and she tried to balance on the back of the couch.
Her lungs gasp for air and her hips bucked into mine milking the last of her orgasm.
My own had come, and one deep thrust let loose a shot of cum inside of her. I moaned into her hair. For the one second we paused her pussy throbbed and milked my cock, pulling it inward like waves.
"Holy fuck!" I panted. Without control my hips rolled forward and began pumping in and out on its own. Each time my sperm shot inside of her twitching pussy.
Her fingers stroked my hair and arms as I had my orgasm, she smiled and looked on as I finished fucking her. Our hot damp skin clung to each other. Before I pulled away she wrapped her legs around me and held me close.
Her eyes got big and she slapped me on the back. "The grill, it's on fire!"
Fire spewed out from behind the grill and black smoke twisted up through the trellis.
I dropped mom and ran for the grill. Halfway there I realized my slick cock was flailing around bouncing off my hips.
Inside the fire burned over top the pieces of chicken. The top side looked raw, but the sides were charred. Grease burned out of control and I slammed the lid shut.
Mom slumped down next to me and had the sense to shut the gas off.
"Okay maybe we'll get you some BBQ lessons." She laughed.
We laughed together while the fire inside burned down. As the flames died so did her smile. She covered her chest and mouth while she gazed at my naked form and crusted dry cock.
Her voice cracked as she said, "Excuse me."
On a half run she grabbed her dress and ran up the stairs. Using it like a towel to catch the cum running out of her.
Unsure if I should follow, I stood there and watched her disappear upstairs. It was true, it felt normal to me, but I had time to adjust to the idea. In the end I decided I better check on her. The staircase never creaked as loud as it did that time. Each step I took sounded like thunder.
She dug through her underwear drawer with a towel in her hand. Her dress was in the laundry hamper. When she looked at me her eyes didn't look up to meet mine. A faint smile stretched over her lips and she closed her drawer.
"Mom?" I said.
"It's okay, what we did, we just won't talk about it, okay?" She patted me on the chest as she passed me. Hesitant to let go her fingers curled and scratched at my pec.
"It's okay, we're okay mom." I said.
She nodded her head and went into the bathroom and clicked the lock.
Out side her room I leaned over the rail and looked down at the couch we just had sex on. "Ah shit."
It was two weeks since my mother and I had sex. We did our own thing, cooked separately and had simple conversations. My ray of sunshine had vanished behind a cloud and I wasn't sure how to bring her back. Her swimsuits and supplies were boxed up to make room for tablecloths and toddler clothes.
The small amount of time we hung out we laughed and helped each other with the two horses. But she couldn't look me in the eye like she once did. There was a shame our taboo sex had brought between us.
It was a cloudy day with off and on showers when I decided to make us lunch, but not on the grill. I hadn't used it since that night. Her hand reached out and brushed my back. The touch was so light I could hardly feel it. If it weren't for the reflection in the kitchen window I wouldn't have seen how timid she looked retrieving her hand.
I turned to look back at her. Her eyes darted away from mine and she held her hands together below her chin. A few weeks ago I saw her mercy kill her horse and bury the dog she blamed for killing it. She was a lively woman who brightened my day and now struggled to smile.
"Mom, are you okay?" I said.
She nodded her head. "Yes, I just wanted to ask if you needed help."
"Of course, I've been dying for food that has flavor. I need the house's master chef back." I said.
She smiled and stood next to me to slice the tomatoes. "Mayonnaise, just a spoon full and a drop of mustard." She gave me a smile and continued slicing her tomato.
She caught me looking at her and she brushed the hair behind her ear. She was haggard, and in general looked unkempt, her dress had wrinkles and she wore a light sweater over her shoulders. She didn't wear makeup, not that she looked any less beautiful.
In a gamble I put my hand on hers and held it. For the first time in weeks she looked at me and blurted out, "I'm sorry, I did something very wrong, I never should have kissed you."
"What? No, no that's not it, I was willing too." I said.
"You're a young man and I was throwing myself at you, I felt loved, I... you felt so nice holding me and I wanted to kiss you as a thank you for everything you helped me through." She ran both her hands behind her ears pushing back strands of hair. "Dammit, I didn't mean to, I don't know what I was thinking, then we were standing naked on the deck."
"Putting out burning chicken." I joked.
She had folded arms under her breasts which made her cleavage show between her buttons. The long sun dress she wore stopped below her calves.
She smirked and covered her smile with her hand. "Yes, putting out burning clumps of chicken."
I touched her on the shoulder and let my hand slide down her arm.
"Are we okay? Do I get my beautiful loving ray of sunshine back? That's all I want to have my loving mother back." I said.
She reached up and rubbed my cheek with her thumb. "I'm okay, really. But I'm your mother and we shouldnt have had sex, it was wrong." She turned away and let her hand slide from my face.
"Did I rape you?" I said.
Her eyes shot open and she jerked her head towards me. "No! No you didn't, but I took advantage of my own son! I'm supposed to be the mother." She pounded her chest with her fingers.
"No you didn't, I'm a grown man not some child. So what? we had sex, were not trying for a baby. We had amazing sex, we laughed together and then... Then I feel like I lost my mother, my sweet loving mother, and it wasnt because of the sex." I said.
She shook her head. Her eyes teared up and the bottom of her lip quivered. "You didn't lose me, don't feel..." Her voice cracked and a tear broke from her eyelid.
For the first time in weeks she let me hold her. I pulled her close and hugged her tight. Her arms were between us and her back muscles were tight, then she sobbed. Her arms broke free and wrapped around my sides. I rubbed her back and nestled her head into my neck.
She pulled away but didn't let go of me. She sniffed and looked down at the collar of my shirt. "No, I guess we weren't trying to have a baby." She chuckled. Tears ran down her cheek and her sobs mixed with her smile. "I've been mad at myself, if I had just knocked that night when we first went riding, none of this would have happened. My quitting, the divorce, these lockdowns then that fucking dog killing Bell... Now us, I've been feeling like such a terrible mother, who fucking does that to their..."
I pulled her mouth close to mine and put my lips on hers. It wasn't deep and I used no tongue. A second then I pulled away and kissed her forehead. "Stop, stop thinking it was bad. Did you enjoy it, did you enjoy being held by me?"
She stared into my throat and clung to me unwilling to move.
"We're both concenting adults and I have no shame in having sex. I always thought you were a beautiful woman, I just couldn't tell you even when I was young. But to me we've always been a loving mother and son, it's just a different level now. If you need me I'm there and when I need you, you've always proven yourself." I said.
Her face pressed into my throat and she sniffed her nose.
"I actually never heard you swear like that. I was kind of surprised." I said.
Her body flinched and she giggled and sobbed. When I looked down at her she smiled at me with upturned eyes.
"I missed you." I said.
"I missed you too." She wiped her nose and eyes.
I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her smile vanished and she swallowed hard. Her eyes looked up into mine and I leaned in for another kiss. This time the tip of my tongue grazed her lips.
When I pulled back her head followed mine, we broke apart and I smiled at her. "We're still mother and son, nothing can change that."
"You forgive me?" She whispered.
Her eyes had little radiating black lines that spread out through her light brown color. Her tears welled up on the sides and made her eyes glossy. They twitched back and forth eager to hear my answer. They are stunning, and filled with a vulnerability I had never seen before.
"No, because I don't regret anything, except knowing you were in pain." I said. I embraced her, pulling her close to my body. One arm around the small of her back and the other I rubbed her between the shoulder blades.
Tears soaked my collar. She sighed and began to scratch at my chest through my shirt. Her chest expanded with fast breaths. I moved my head to the side to give her access and she took it. Her nose trailed up my jaw to my ear and I felt her warm lips touch the side of my neck.
Her breathing was labored in my ear, the warm moist air tingled my skin and sent a surge of blood to my cock. Feeling it on her leg her hands wrapped behind me and squeezed onto my back muscles.
With one hand around the back of her neck I guided her face around to mine where her lips found mine. When they did, her tongue lashed out and let a moan vibrate up her throat.
My hands found the sides of her dress and I tugged and bunched them up by her hips.
She pulled away from me and looked me in the face. Those sad eyes were replaced with lust.
"You promise you won't regret this?" She said.
"Never." I said.
She cleared space on the counter and jumped up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her slender fingers worked at the buttons on my pants. Her efforts were rewarded with a warm hard cock. Her one hand squeezed and slid up and down the shaft. The other she pulled her panties to the side and opened her pussy lips. With both my hands I pulled her back to the edge and onto my waiting cock.
She moaned and leaned down on me. She was hot and soaking wet, the more I glided in and out of her the more she coated my cock with her fluids. It wasn't frantic or screaming. We held each other and rocked against one another's bodies.
She bit into my shoulder as she bucked her hips into mine. The walls of her vagin tensed and she flipped her hair back.
"Cum inside, it's okay, we're safe." She panted.
A grunt escaped my throat. As if my orgasm was waiting for permission, my balls tightened and my glutes locked. Her nails teasingly scraped up my back as I poured hot cum into her. She held onto me tight and massaged my back. I did the same but slid my hand up her dress to feel her soft skin on my hands.
We parted and I helped her down off the counter. Her knees were shaky and her hands trembled as she straightened her hair and dress. A nervous laugh left her mouth and she shook her head.
I zipped my pants up and touched her arm. "You okay?"
She nodded her head. "Yes, just my nerves, oh my god we fucked again." She held her hands out, "I cant stop shaking." She laughed.
"Do you want to research it, learn about this? I know we're not the only ones." I said.
"Oh no, no I know, I've been reading non stop to see what was wrong with us." She said.
"Did you read about what was right about us?" I said.
Her back stiffened and she looked me in the eyes. "Oh sweetie, I didn't mean it that way. I don't know how I can feel so close to you, when everywhere you look it's wrong and taboo. But I'm most ashamed of leaving you outside and locking the door. I should have been there for you."
"Hey, no, you're not all to blame. I'm sorry too, you feeling this way was my fault I should have been honest sooner." I took a deep breath in. "I've had more time to deal with this than you and it didn't start on that day we talked while I was naked. It started years ago."
"Years ago?" She folded her arms on her chest.
"Do you remember chasing Hunter in the rain, with the neighbors? I saw you wearing a g string, it was the first time I saw a real woman wearing lingerie. At first it wasn't you, I just saw womens lingerie for the first time in real life. I wanted to see more, and after a while, I started to notice the woman who wore them was the most beautiful woman in town." I said.
My gaze didn't move from the tiles on the floor, I couldn't face her, because I was ashamed of what she might say.
"I put it out of my mind and tried to focus on the girls at school. But, when I had sex for the first time, I broke your heart when I didnt return the condom. I thought I was all normal again, until you and dad got divorced and these lockdowns started up."
I braced myself to receive a slap in the face. Instead she slammed into me and held me tight. We didn't say anything, just stood there in each other's arms.
It took several more days for her to return back to the way things were prior to the day we buried the neighbors dog. I had kept Openmindedcouple02 updated, but to hell with what I call 'the forum' it's really just a circle jerk of followers. Oh and Cali, I told her about how I made my mother moan, with a detailed write up.
Town had changed, once it was bustling with people, now it looked like a ghost town. Those who were out had masks on or kept their heads down. I helped mom drop off a load of table clothes to a wedding rental business and toddler clothes to a small farmers market style store.
As we walked down the street she wrapped her arm in mine and leaned in close. "They haven't a clue about us. Oh my god, the hay day these old farts would have with gossip like that." she giggled.
"You mean shooting the neighbor's dog? He has signs up, you know." I said.
She scrunched her nose up at me and nudged me in the side.
A middle aged man ran up behind us calling out my mothers name. "Sally, Sally. Hello I stopped by the dealership, they said you weren't working there anymore, is that true?"
"Hi, Bill. Yes I quit a few months back. I decided it was time for a change." She said.
The man smiled and looked at me and my arm wrapped up with hers.
"Oh Bill, this is my son, Ken." She said.
Bill and I exchanged smiles. He seemed relieved by the news.
"So what are you planning on doing, are you just working for Rick then?" Bill said.
"I've started designing and modeling swimsuits for my store online." Mom said.
Bill leaned forward on his toes and raised his eyebrows. He looked between me and mom then chuckled
Mom just kept staring and smiling at him until he said, "Ah, we'll good luck, I just figured I would see if the rumors were true, we were planning on buying a new truck. It was good seeing you again Sally." He nodded his head and took off in the direction he came from.
"So you still have those pictures right?" Mom said.
"Yes." I said.
We passed an older lady who smiled to mom. "Hello Sally."
"Hello," She said.
She snuggled up tighter to me and grinned ear to ear. "They dont have a fucking clue, I love it."
We pulled back into the drive to see one of the trailers parked in the shop with the bay doors open. Mom leaned forward in her seat and sighed to herself.
"Okay sweetie, I'll make supper." She leaned across the console and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll show you how to cook the chicken next time."
Five hours, under a tractor trailer in the heat, helping the driver fix a seal on the transmission. He knew what he was doing, dad hired ex mechanics whenever he could as drivers. This on the other hand was pushing his knowledge to the limits.
Mom strolled across the yard with two plates of food and called out for us. She wore "the" white sundress with sunflowers printed on it. Upon seeing it, my heart fluttered and I did a double take.
"Here you go guys, I figured you two might be hungry." She said.
Sam had a huge grin "Thanks Sally." He beamed. He didn't wash the oil off his hands or wipe before he dug in.
She paced and peeked in on the transmission as she leaned down. Her dress opened on the top exposing her two free breasts. They hung low on her chest and dangled like two round raindrops. Before I could take it all in, she stood up and crossed her arms.
"Don't worry Sally I'll be done with him soon, then he can help you with the chores." Sam said.
"Oh that's okay, most of the chores are done, there's just one or two more things to do." She flashed me a smile.
Sam licked his fingers, "Hmm you're sure lucky to have a mom like that, my mother boiled everything when I was growing up. Okay eat quick then we just have to get the bolts on and test it out"
Get the bolts on and test it out, sure. After another five hours we had the seal back on and fought with the housing to go back in place correctly. By 12 oclock we finished. I drank a gallon of water and peed once. Most of it stayed in my work shirt and pants. Oil, grease, dirt, sweat clung to every place on me.
Mom slept on the same couch we had our first time. It was the first time in weeks she sat on it. Damn that truck, a month solid with no work and suddenly tonight a seal needs to be replaced. I crept past her up to the shower, I'll surprise her after taking a shower.
At the first step she called out to me. "Are you done? Holy! No, not that shower, use the one down here." She sat up from the couch and put her tablet on the coffee table.
Ugh I winced, I had hoped to use the main shower with its multi heads. But once I was inside under the hot stream of water it didn't matter. The bathroom was smaller, just a common use for guests. A large walk in shower, but not fancy like the one upstairs. Brown tile, with a generic opaque glass door. I closed my eyes and let the stream blast me in the face.
The door beside me moved and through the blast of water I saw a dark figure move towards me. I jerked sideways and threw my back to the wall. Mom stepped through the stream and let the water soak her hair.
Her dark hair ran down her neck and halfway down her back. Her pale pink skin glistened with water. Her breasts hung like ripe melons, that had jiggle to them not so much they wobbled.
"I thought he'd never go home." She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
Her tongue pressed itself inside my mouth. Her body pressed against mine and she pinned her hips to mine with her right leg. My hands roamed over her back down to her waist. She twisted and slithered against me.
She pulled away and leaned her head back into the stream of water. Her mouth opened in a gasp. Water flowed down her neck, around her breasts and down between us. With one hand she flicked her hair back out of her face and inspected me.
I still had grease stuck to my arms and face. She leaned out of the door and rummaged through her shower basket. Staring at her round bubble butt pointed up at me, made my cock hard to the point that the shaft ached. I wanted to take her by the hips and thrust myself forward. The thought, Imagine putting something dirty inside of you. Stopped me.
I looked at my arms and leaned back admiring the view. She turned back to me with a scrub and fancy scented soap. She smiled upon seeing my cock pointing to her. She washed me, scrubbed my arms, neck and face. With slow deliberate circles, from time to time she ran her hand over my aching cock as if to taunt me. Satisfied she dropped the scrub and turned away from me.
She put her arms up on the top of the glass, leaned forward and looked back over her shoulder. I didn't need much more of an invitation. I pulled her hips into mine and guided myself in from behind.
Her back arched and she let out a moan. The muscles in her back strained with each thrust as she clung to the glass door. Water poured down our bodies, slapping and sloshing between us. Her breasts bounced up and down sending water spraying around the shower.
"Stop, stop." She cried. Her legs quivered and she pulled away from my cock. She clung to my neck with one arm and to the door with the other. Slowly she stood up and wrapped both arms around my neck.
I lifted one of her legs up high and guided myself back inside. She gasped as I slid my head past her lips with a pop. Her lust returned and she bucked forward, grinding her hips into mine. My ass and back rebounded off the wall behind me each time. Slapping my hips into hers.
My torso and thighs ached from the excursion, But my cock loved the feeling of hammering her pussy. Each hit pounded the air from her lungs and her whole body shook and jiggled.
Her abs tightened and she clamped down on my thrusts. Next her face tightened as she grit her teeth and squealed from deep inside her throat. Then a rush of air passed her mouth and she was ramming her hips into mine once more. She panted hard and her legs began to fail. She quivered and squeezed hard around my neck to stay up.
I broke her grip and slid her down my body. She crumpled to her knees beneath me, my cock pointed to her face. Eager for more she rinsed it off in the stream of water and took it in her mouth. Her soft tongue sent a wave of pleasure up my spine.
But it wasn't what I expected of her. I pulled free of her and laid down on top of her, spreading her legs before my cock. The stream of water sprayed over her face and body forcing her to close her eyes.
While she was blinded I positioned my cock above her pussy and lowered myself with a single slow stroke. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't. I held her by the hip and pumped my cock into her. Her breasts swung around in circles as she tried to brace herself in the corners with her arms.
"That's enough, enough, I need a break." She said. She pushed against my chest with weak arms. It wasn't just her, I was on all fours over top of her, panting away trying to catch my breath. I used my body as a shield to give her a break from the stream of water.
She looked up at me and smiled. Small droplets of water landed on her face and ran off the sides of her cheeks. "Take me to bed."
I helped her up and without drying, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. Her legs quivered as she climbed the stairs. I put a hand under her ass to help push her up. Our bodies were dripping wet as she flopped backwards on her bed. She brought her knees up and covered her nipples with her hands.
My cock waggled side to side as I climbed over top of her. She parted her legs and guided me inside. The tip of my head pressed into her slit. With one hand she rolled up and down her slit, then circled the opening of her vagina. Unable to resist any longer I thrust my hips forward, impaling her with my cock.