So I've found myself in the most interesting position of having sex with my mom, furthermore being in love with her. Interesting because this is not the relationship most sons have with their mother for many obvious reasons. Before I get into the dirty stuff I should start from the beginning and provide you with more details so you understand our situation.
Mom had me at a the young age of fifteen, a sophomore in high school. Too young if you ask me, I'm certainly glad she didn't do anything, but I think if I were in the situation the outcome would be different. Granted I wasn't sexually active when I was fifteen, but I hope that if I was and the same situation happened to me I wouldn't be burdened with a child to raise while still being a child myself. So more about the beginning, like I said mom got knocked up when she was fifteen. She never revealed who the man was that got her pregnant. There are one of two options; she was raped and didn't want to turn him in, or the guy was over eighteen and therefore it was statutory rape. Either way I imagine my mother hates the man who got her pregnant and didn't want him to have anything to do with me. Half of me thanks her for that, the half that is in love with her and gets to have sex with her. The other half is almost curious about who my dad is and what life would have been like knowing him. In the end I think my mother made the proper decision, she had a great support system in my grandparents. They looked after me so she could finish high school and even go to college; great people and I love them very much. Mom got her degree in business management, kind of a general degree but it helped her land a great job almost as soon as she graduated.
A little background information about me, I have a bit of a foot fetish. Nothing major, I don't NEED to have feet involved in sex to get off. I do love a woman in heels, lingerie, and I love thigh high stockings, but a naked woman on a bed is more than enough stimulation for me. Fortunate for me my mom has all those things, found that out before we began our relationship. I was a bit nosey when I was going through puberty and rummaging through my moms underthings provided plenty of material for when I rubbed one out in the bathroom. I don't have that need to jerk off with my moms panties thing, but I did fantasize about her when I was jerking off, her stuff was just the spark that lit my imagination.
I've only ever had one girlfriend, not the hottest girl in the school but she was nice to me and we seemed to like each other. Enough that I lost my virginity to her, we even had sex a few times afterwards. She went away to college though and I decided to stay to help mom out, so that was the end of that. Not that I minded, it allowed me to concentrate on the woman I love, and gave me a little experience so I don't disappoint. I always kept a job, even though I didn't need to because mom's paycheck was more than enough for the both of us. I still felt it was important to help out where I could, that mainly meant money for me to purchase things for myself so I wouldn't have to ask mom. I also helped out around the house where I could, making dinner, grocery shopping, cleaning the place up.
My mom and I have always had a very relaxed relationship around each other. When mom moved out of my grandparents place after she landed a great job after college she found a great place for us. In a great neighborhood and still close enough to my grandparents that I can go over there to visit. Because of the relative closeness in age between my mom and I she always brought a relaxed attitude towards sex and the human body. She gave me the sex talk and used real terms, never shied away from telling me what really happens, it was awkward but created an open environment for us to converse. With that openness it led to a personal openness, it led to us seeing each other in various stages of undress. Basically I've seen her naked and she's seen me naked, there has always been innocent flirting; a lingering hug, a kiss that seems to imply more. It would be one thing if you had one of those fat ugly moms, sorry if thats you, but my moms hot and not just because I love her. She's about 5'4" and has this great curvy body, C-cup boobs, and the most amazing ass and hips you've ever seen, porcelain skin, and long wavy black hair.
More than just a sexual object my mom is a great person to talk to, I don't have many friends now, make that none that want to hang out with me outside of school. So if there wasn't some sort of group project that got me out of the house, the house is exactly where I stayed. I think this worried mom at first, but then she noticed that it really doesn't bother me. I am actually very happy with my life, I keep myself entertained with all the normal trappings that kids my age are into, namely video games. I also love reading and writing, I share my short stories on online forums and interact with people there. The most important thing is the time I get to spend with my mom, she works long hours most of the time, so when we get to just kick back and talk about the things that make us laugh its worth it all. Listening to my mom tell stories and the way she laughs gives me this feeling in my heart that can only be described as love.
All this work, on both of our parts, doesn't go unnoticed by the opposite person. When one of us goes out of our way to do someone for the other we always show appreciation to them, even if its something small.
The first night we had sex began like any other. It was a tuesday, and I didn't have to work till thursday, and I wasted the entire day in front of the TV. The most productive thing I did was taking a shower, I didn't even manage to get fully clothed. Just sat on the couch in my boxers taking in as much crappy daytime tv as I could. In walks my mom at around 6pm, home from work, and boy do I love this sight. Today mom was wearing a knee length black skirt, black thigh high stockings, black high heel pumps, and a white blouse. First I hear the sound of her heels on the hardwood floors and then I smell her perfume.
"Have you been on the couch all day?"
"Yup"
"Lucky. I think I'll join you"
Mom plops herself on the couch right next to me, not anything weird with that. She stretched her stocking covered legs across mine and kicks off her shoes letting them drop to the floor. This is all new to me, but like I said mom and I are not shy about physical affection so no suspicions are aroused.
"What are we watching?"
"Um, X-men. It's the only thing on."
"Okay, I'll just relax here. Its been a long day."
Now my attention is not even close to what's on the TV, my eyes are trained on her legs and feet. Watching her stretch her toes out while encased in those lovely stockings are all I can concentrate on. The way they slightly shimmer when they catch the light is one of the most beautiful and arousing sights. Evidenced by the fact that I'm sporting a stiffy, being pinned down by my moms legs. Surely she can tell, all I have on is a pair of boxers, and if i'm not mistaken she's gently rubbing my cock with her legs. By this time her knee length skirt is now hiked up to mid thigh and I can make out the very bottom of the band of her thigh highs. Now I have a bit of a problem, if I move even the slightest my dick will pop out of my shorts, but if I let her continue I'll be completely hard in a matter of minutes. What's my plan? Do I excuse myself to run to the bathroom and risk exposing myself to my mom in an aroused state? Or do I hope she just stops?
I decide the best plan of action is to rest my hands on her legs, this should get her to stop rubbing my dick. And it does, but now I have my hands on my moms legs, her stocking covered legs, that I adore. This only proved to get me rock hard and in all this time I didn't once take my eyes off her legs or feet to pay attention to her or the TV. All this time she was staring at me, enjoying teasing me with what she knew was a weakness and pleasure of mine.
"Someone's enjoying themselves!"
I stammered around a half hearted semi-embarrassed apology.
"Oh. Ha. Yeah...uh...sorry mom."
"No worries, its a natural response from someone your age."
She then shoots me this smirk, I couldn't tell for sure the meaning of it, but I knew it wasn't completely innocent. Fuck it, I'll press my luck, we'll start easy. I began to caress her calf, it felt great, smooth, silky, even better than I had imagined. Even better than that, no protest from mom, but I was scared to move any further north. I was also still enjoying the show she was putting on for me with her toes, still stretching them out from time to time, making a sort of web with the material of the stocking. At this point I'm rock hard and there is no hiding it, I know mom can feel it, and it's slowly creeping out of my shorts. All of a sudden mom rolls on her side, forcing her skirt that was at her mid thigh to be almost completely bunched up around her waist. If this wasn't the wave home then what I saw next certainly was. First I get a full view of her stocking tops, the band was black lace and the pattern was of hearts and roses. Then my view travels up and I see the tiniest bit of black fabric run up her backside. Of course I knew my mom wore underwear like this, g strings almost entirely, but it was still a shock to see her in them.
My boxers could no longer contain my erection and with one muscle twitch it was free and standing proud. I paused all movement, and I noticed, so did mom. I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm fucked, did I misread the signals? Moms head is at such an angle that she can certainly see it. Fuck!
"..."
And just as I open my mouth to make an apology, mom stretches her legs with all the grace of a ballerina, pointed toes and all. Then she captures my dick in between her legs and just holds it there, giving a slight back and forth rubbing motion between her calves. This has restored my confidence and I start to run my hands all over her thighs, even getting past her stocking tops and feeling the warm silky smooth skin of her hips. My heart is still pounding, but from excitement and arousal not fear. I place my left hand on her right butt cheek and give it a firm squeeze. The only way I can describe it is perfect, just the right amount of muscle tone and give. I spend a considerable time fondling my moms ass because of its perfectness.
All this time my mother has been silent, I know she's not asleep because she is still massaging my dick with her legs. But what's going on with her, why now? Its not like this is a gift for my 18th, that passed months ago. What could have caused this switch with her? Not that I'm complaining, I've been exploring my mother's body for the past forty five minutes.
I'm going to press my luck a little further. I start by running my hands over her knees, lame start I know, but it gives me the only opening to get my hands between her legs. So I find a gap and slowly slide my hands up, and am met with no resistance, in fact she is slowly parting her legs so I can run my hand all the way up. As I get to the fabric of her g string I notice that its soaked completely through and I touch what I can only imagine to be her clit she reacts like a bolt of electricity shot through her body. She tensed up and let out a short quiet sigh. I begin rubbing the spot that caused this fantastic reaction and notice that she is slowly grinding against my hand, I don't even have to move it, she's doing all the work. I can feel her get even wetter, and grind a little harder to the point where I'm almost fingering her through her panties.
"mom" I whisper
"Yes baby" she moans
"Can I go down on you?
"Yes baby" she moans again.
She lays on her back and spreads her legs, releasing its grip on my dick, and reveals the second sexiest thing I've ever seen. The material my mothers panties are made of, black lace thats almost completely see through. I can make out the tiny landing strip she shaves her pubic hair into. I position myself between her legs and reach under her to pull off her panties, she thrusts her hips up to give me a little help. I look at her and smile, but her eyes are closed and shes breathing heavy in anticipation. I lower my head and take in THE sexiest thing I've ever seen, the sight of my moms vagina, its perfect, tiny and bald except for the thin landing strip. The entire flatness of my tongue makes its way from the very bottom to the top of her clit, with the slightest flick after. She lets out a sigh of relief that manages to make me harder than I already am.
I lick my middle and ring finger and slowly insert them, then curl them so as to better stimulate her G spot. While doing this mom is writhing around under me in a almost impatient manner, gyrating and humping the air. So I get to business. Using my tongue to concentrate on her clit, first tracing circles around it then using my lips to create a vacuum and sucking it a little further into my mouth and flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. Already my mother's moans are loud and showing signs that she's approaching her climax, but that's not what I want just yet. So I change the rhythm, and my fingers and tongue switch places. I can hear the instant change in her breathing and the moans changed to an Mmmm. I keep this pace for the next minute or so before I hear the Mmmm's changing back to moans and the pace of her breathing pick up. It's clear this orgasim is comming no matter what. So I once again switch finger and tongue positions and keep up a steady pace.
"Oh god" she pants
"Oh god baby" she moans
"Oh god, I'm gonna..."
With her feet resting on my shoulder I can feel her entire body get stiff, shes mouthing the word 'yes' but no sound is coming out. Her hip is thrust into the air and her hands are clenched into the couch cushion. The entire time I haven't broke contact, my tongue still flicking her clit with the same pace, and my fingers working at a fevered pace inside of her.
From what seems like out of nowhere my moms entire body starts to go into convulsions and her legs clamp shut on my head, but I can feel her feet pushing on my shoulders.
"OH GOD!" She screams at a volume that I think the neighbors might hear.
"OH FUCK!"
She pulls me out from between her legs and almost jumps back, her hips instinctively humping the air. Her eyes have long since rolled into the back of her head and her breathing is erratic. Body still shaking and no intelligible words coming from her mouth. All signs of a very powerful orgasim. As her breathing pattern returns to normal she begins to open her eyes and sees me staring at her with a very proud grin, and a very hard dick.
She pops up and with one deft move pulls down my shorts and pushes me into a seated position on the couch and kneels between my legs. Then she grabs my balls with one hand, pulling and softly kneading them, and with the other she takes a firm grip on my dick, just leaving the head exposed. Taking it completely into her mouth and running her tongue all over it, kissing and licking every bit of the head.
I let out in a low slow groan "Je-sus christ" and my head rests against the back of the couch.
Mom releases her grip on my shaft and runs her tongue along every bit of it before she swallows two thirds of it.
"Oh god in heaven. Mom that feels amazing.
Now shes really getting into it, making all sorts of slurping noises while shes taking as much of me into her mouth. As I look down at her we catch eyes, she winks at me and she shoves my dick as far back into her mouth as she can. I let out the typical "Hnggg" sound as she licks my shaft with the head of my dick in the back of her throat. With my dick now covered in my moms saliva she places one hand at the base of my shaft and begins to jerk just the head with her free hand.
"Oh god mom thats so fucking good"
"You like that baby? You like when your mom sucks your dick?
All I could muster was a very sincere "Yes"
God this was the best blowjob I've ever gotten, her technique is amazing. She seems to know exactly what I want, right when I want it. Yet another reason why I love and am in love with this woman.
"Good baby, I want you to cum just as hard as you made your mommy cum."
She takes me back into her mouth, wraps her hand around my shaft and jerks me while her tongue massages the underside of my shaft. I can see her spit shining off my cock, and bobbing her head back and forth on me is almost enough to send me over the edge, its a surprise I didn't cum as soon as she touched me. But I think I've been holding out for something else.
"Mom. I wanna to be inside you."
She pulls her head away from my dick and replied.
"Oh, you want to fuck your mommy huh?"
The look in my eyes was all the answer she needed.
She layed down on the couch with her legs spread and I crawled on top of her.
"Be gentle with me baby, its been awhile since I last had sex."
I nod and ready myself. With my dick in my hand I position it at her entrance and as the head pushes past her lips we both let out a gasp. The further I slid inside my mother the warmer, wetter and tighter it seemed to get. When all of me was inside her she put her hands at my side so she could control the initial pace. I looked into her eyes so she would know that I wasn't going to do any harm to her and slowly rocked back and forth, in and out. After she relaxed, it allowed me to pick up my pace, I grabbed her waist and marveled at the sight of my dick penetrating my mother. How it glistened with her wetness, feeling how unbelievably tight she is. God this is the greatest feeling in all the world.
I'm snapped back to reality by the sight of my mother undoing her blouse, button by button I'm treated to the sight of a black lace bra that matches her black lace panties. She leans up to undo the clasp and lets free the most perfect pair of C-cup breasts ever. With each thrust they absorb some of the energy and move in an almost hypnotic circular pattern. She grabs them and starts pinching her nipples all while moaning some of the dirtiest things to ever come out her mouth.
"Oh my god yes."
"Fuck me baby."
"Fuck your mommas pussy."
With one hand grabbing her hip and the other holding her breast I oblige her and quicken my pace even more. At this point shes holding onto my waist making sure that with the end of each thrust she has taken all of me inside of her. I of course don't need this help because that's my goal, to be as deep inside of her as I can. Her hand then wanders from my waist to her clit, rubbing it quite furiously. Clearly shes got another orgasim approaching and wants to hurry it along. No complaint from me, watching her rub her clit while I'm inside her is even more of a turn on.
This orgasim seemed to come on just as quickly as the other one did. In no time her entire body is rigid except for the one hand that is working in a clockwise direction on her clit. Her body begins to shake, not nearly as violently as the first, but enough that it was difficult to stay inside her. All sorts of obscenities fly from her mouth and she gyrates her hips in any and every direction. This time she doesn't push me off and quickly comes to and uses her hands to guide me back into a rhythm.
She then pulls me close and takes my head in her hands and whispers in my ear
"You fucked my pussy so well honey."
This was all I needed to hear, it was T minus one minute to lift off, and I think mom could tell, because she ramped up the moaning and the dirty talk.
"Oh god mom, I'm so close."
"Good baby, I want you to cum."
Whether she wanted it to happen or not I was past the point of no return. I adjusted my legs so that I could try and get even deeper inside of her, my pace was the fastest it had been all night and I was grunting like an animal. I could already tell that this was going to be the most powerful orgasim ever, my balls nearly ached with anticipation. All of the sensory input was telling me its time; I was fucking the love of my life, shes beautiful, her moaning was the most erotic thing I've ever heard. But I felt like there was one thing holding me back."Mom, I want to cum so bad."
She caressed my face and said
"Of course baby. Don't worry, it's safe."
That was it, I heard that and the floodgates opened. With each thrust it felt like a gallon of cum shot out, my moans were loud and uncontrollable, and I didn't give a fuck who heard. I was thrusting so hard into my mother it felt amazing and I didn't want to pull out. Not that I could If I wanted to, her legs were wrapped around my back pulling me in deeper with each thrust.
"Oh god I'm cumming" I shouted
"Mmmmm" She cooed
I released stream after stream inside of her and I just kept pumping away, even after my orgasim subsided. Eventually my strength gave out and I collapsed on top of her, both of us smiling like idiots after having the best sex of our lives.
Mom planted the most sensual kiss on my lips, gave my butt a light slap and said she wanted to go and clean up. She got up, collected her clothes and made her way off to her bathroom. Before she left the room entirely I said
"Um, mom."
"Yes dear?"
"This wasn't a onetime deal was it?"
With the same smirk as before she replies simply
"No"
She saunters off back to her bathroom and cleans up. Relieved I lay back on the couch and replay the events, I put my hands behind my head and stare out at nothing with a smile on my face. So wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't notice my mom walk back into the room, the only thing that broke me out of my stupor was my moms giggle at my sight. I can only imagine how I looked; completely naked, covered in sweat and other drying fluids smiling like a dolt. She suggested that I also go and freshen up and she would order a pizza seeing that it was too late to and she was too exhausted to start cooking. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and am very happy with what I see. Nothing specific, just happy with what I see. After I'm mostly cleaned up I head back to my room to get some proper clothes on and sit at my desk and let all of what happened truly hit me. I imagine other people in this situation feel a little weird after crossing a boundary like that, but not me. I felt right, that everything was okay, and that I would finally be able to be with the woman I love.
I made my way back to the living room where there was a slice of pizza waiting for me, along with the most beautiful woman on the couch. I sat down and she scooted next to me, so I naturally put my arm around her. We watched TV the rest of the night, flipping through the channels and making silly comments about the people on it. Both of us laughing like we always did. When the musical portion of the late night show we were watching came on mom said she was tired and off to bed. After tonights events I figured some rest would be good too. We made our way down the hallway and I turned towards my bedroom and I felt moms hand grab mine. She had an almost doe eyed look to her. Innocently she said
"Sleep with me tonight?"
I looked her in the eyes and returned her sensual kiss from before, and with a smile I said
"Of course"*beep beep* *beep beep*
As I fumble around for my cell phone; because that's where that infernal noise came from, I find that I am in a foreign bed and a strange environment. Not so much a strange environment, just one that isn't mine, not my bedroom. Then it hits me, how could I possibly forget something so wonderful as last night. How did I not remember that I spent the night with the most amazing woman in the world and ended up falling asleep next to her, holding her in my arms. Now where is that damn phone and who the hell could be texting me?
"Mom:
Last night was amazing :*
10:31 AM"
It most certainly was, and I regret that I forgot it for even one second, but reliving it in my head was great.
"The best night of my life
10:33 AM"
And that's the truth, it was the greatest night of my life. Everything I've ever dreamed of, and if I can count on her response to my question, there is so much more to look forward to. I look forward to spending many nights in this bed getting hot and sweaty. I look forward to spending time with my love, be it on the couch or out on the town. Come to think of it, going out might be difficult, we've lived in this city for some time now. Pretty sure someone would recognize us and wouldn't be too happy with it.
*beep beep* *beep beep*
"Mom:
So far ;)
10:36AM"
Hmmm, what has that little vixen got planned? Or is it just a promise of more fantastic sex? Either way looks like I've hit the jackpot.
*beep beep* *beep beep*
"Mom:
College pamphlets on the kitchen table
10:37AM"
Ah yes, I guess I should get that sorted out. After of course a shower, and breakfast, and some TV. How difficult could it be to choose what I want to do for the rest of my life? I mean I am 18, that's plenty old to figure that kind of stuff out right? No pressure. Actually I've pretty much got it figured out; I love writing so I'll just get a degree in English be a waiter and write on my time off. The local community college has a decent program, and because I'm a resident it'll be cheaper. No need to dorm either, I've got the perfect set-up here. From the few pamphlets mom left it looks as though she may want me to stay close as well.
The rest of the day passed as normal, nothing spectacular happens. Take care of a few chores around the house sweeping, dishes, stuff like that. Did a bit of grocery shopping and picked up the clothes from the dry cleaner. Like I said, nothing particularly exciting.
Mom will be home soon, better get dinner started. Roast chicken with roasted potatoes and carrots, sounds lovely, and if I get started soon it will be ready by the time mom gets home. Simple meal really, two chicken breasts with the skin, white potatoes and baby carrots. Heat the oven to 350, rub the chicken breasts with a little bacon grease and toss them in a foil lined pan. Cut the potatoes and carrots into quarters, cover them lightly in olive oil salt and pepper and put them in the pan with the chicken. Toss in the oven for about forty minutes, or until the chicken is done all the way through.
In walks the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she's only wearing her work clothes, but she is still a vision of beauty. Navy blue mid-thigh length skirt and a matching blue blazer, white button up blouse, nude stockings and four inch two-tone blue heels. A smile streaks across my face as she whiffs the air, noticing the smell of dinner. Perfect timing because dinner is ready and the counter is set; I portion out a chicken breast each and half the potatoes and carrots for each of us. The skin is perfectly crispy and the meat is perfectly juicy.
As we eat we reminisce about the time that my grandfather tried to fix their old car. He spent days trying to figure out what the issue was, turns out it was the head gasket. Something he neglected to account for, after he exhausted all options for failure he figured the car was fixed and would be good to go. He started it up and BOOM! The hood of the car bowed slightly and the engine was all but destroyed, great times. Grandad fancied himself a handyman, but he was far from it, quite the opposite in fact. Broke many of the things he touched, always a joy to watch him try and fix something though. Amazing man he was, always had a smile on his face and was always willing to help anyone in need. I miss him dearly.
Mom takes off to her room to change into something more comfortable, and by more comfortable that means something that is actually comfortable. Yoga pants and a t-shirt. We spend the rest of the night on the couch watching TV and doing our usual making fun of the people we see on random channels. The sound of our laughter fills the house and is just another affirmation that she's the one.
As midnight rolls around we both encounter yawning fits and decide it best to get off to bed. We both get ready; me in my boxer shorts, and her in just my t shirt. I double check that the alarm on my phone is set for 8 am so I can make it to work by nine, mom sets hers for 7am so she can catch her train. Sleep comes quickly, almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows. The last thing I remember is me pulling her closer to me and she reciprocates by pushing her butt into my crotch.
At what I can only assume to be the middle of the night I feel this warm sensation around my dick. My first thought was oh great I've gone and pissed myself, but as I opened my eyes I can see a head bobbing up and down under the sheets. That warm sensation is my mother's mouth wrapping itself around my dick, and her tongue running up and down my shaft. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it's two in the morning, not a bad time to get a bj. I'd like to enjoy this a bit more before I make it known that I'm awake, besides, this feeling is amazing. I can only slightly see what my mom is up to under the sheet as the moonlight shines through it and makes it semi transparent, but I can feel every bit of it. As shes cupping my balls her head is moving in a straight up and down motion and making her tongue stiff so that all of it caresses the entire underside of my head.
"Mmmm, mom that feels great."
I lift the sheet so that I can get a better view of her work, which has now changed from bobbing up and down to adding a twist of her head on each down stroke. With that comes the added sensation of her tongue going from side to side, bringing a slight twitch from me each time she does it. Her hand has moved from cupping my balls to jerking me off while she blows me, using the same motion as her head she twists her hand with each stroke. With a wet sounding pop mom releases my dick from her warm mouth replacing it with her thumb right where my head meets my shaft and drawing tiny circles in that area. Looking me in the eyes she says.
"I need you to fuck me baby, I woke up so horny and you were already hard. I couldn't help myself."
Who needs more of an invitation than that, from a beautiful woman no less. I nod, as if the fact that I was rock hard wasn't indication enough. Mom lays back, as she does her breasts jiggle, and I can see her tiny nipples making their presence known from under the t shirt. This seems to put me in a trance, I grab for them and begin to pinch and twist them through the fabric of the shirt. Lightly at first, but slowly increasing the pressure applied. While all that was happening mom took it on her own to rub her clit and finger herself at the same time. Moaning and grinding into her own fingers, making a sloppy shlicking sound. I lean in for a kiss and I can feel her hands grab for my dick.
"I need you baby, I need you to fuck me. I need to cum so bad, please."
Any other time I may have teased her a bit, maybe made her beg me to fuck her a bit more. Not this time though, this time I could see the desire in her eyes. It was more than just simple desire, it was an actual need, I could see her pleading with her eyes to be fucked. As if she would die if it wasn't me that made her cum, and with that I shoved the entire length of my dick into her not before kicking off my shorts. Mom threw her head back with her eyes closed and let out a loud gasp of relief, as if to say Finally!
I enjoy the feeling of her warmth enveloping my cock for just a second, then I begin to fuck her like she wants. Slamming into her with enough force as I think she can take. I place one hand at the back of her neck and the other around her waist so I could control the speed and depth with each thrust. Mom grabs the back of her knees and pulls them back towards her, to give me even better access. Between her panting and moaning, and my grunting we manage to catch eyes and smile, we even let out a little laugh. That only lasted for a second, because I grabbed her ankles and put them on either side of my head, leaned forward and placed both of my hands on her waist. I started to fuck her as hard as I could.
"Oh shit yes. Faster" She screams
Now fucking her as fast and as hard as I can, the sound of my hips thrusting into her has barely faded before you can hear it again. She grabs my hips and I can feel her try and pull me into her harder and faster, but that would be impossible. I just can't move any faster. Her tits bounce in time with my rhythm, and her nipples are even harder than when we started.
"Fuck me baby. Fuck me fuck me." She cries out
She abandons the hope of trying to help me fuck her faster and harder and concentrates on her clit, rubbing it as fast as I'm pounding her, licking her fingers after every couple of minutes. I hold her knees together and push them down to her chest so I can try and fuck her just a little bit deeper. As I look down I can see how swollen her pussy is; if her pleading and moaning isn't an obvious sign of her desire the fact that her lips are red and puffy is a dead give away.
"Oh God baby I just want to cum. I wanna cum so bad."
At this point I'm running out of gas, my pace isn't as quick as it was when we started, and I think mom can tell. She's slowed down rubbing her clit to match the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Lay down hun, I think I can take it from here."
I lay down with my head at the foot of the bed and mom straddles me then inserts my dick into her waiting pussy. With both her hands on my chest she begins a slow grind, and releases a slow moan with each forward motion of her hips. With each thrust her pace seems to quicken as do the accompanying moans. Not wanting to feel left out in this process I grab her hips to help her grind into me more. This seems to do the trick because she is no longer paying attention to anything. The amount of obscenities seem to increase with each thrust. She's close I know it.
"Oh god"
"Oh shit"
"Oh shit oh shit"
"Fuck baby, fuck, fuck. YES."
Now there are no audible words, she's just mouthing every swear word she knows. Slightly digging her nails into my chest, eyes closed, head down, and legs squeezing me tightly. She's only seconds away.
With a whisper she states
"I'm gonna fucking cum."
As the last word leaves her mouth she tenses up and goes into the full throws of the most powerful orgasim I've ever seen. Her whole body shakes so bad that even her screams are affected by it, causing it to sound like she has a stutter. She buries her face into my chest and continues to hump me, with each wave I can feel the muscles inside her squeeze slightly and release. Her hair and my chest do their best to muffle her moans. The best I can do is hold on while it subsides and enjoy the ride.
The screams and moans quickly turn into heavy breathing.
"Haha, you okay mom? That was a good one huh?"
Without a reply mom hops off me and swallows the entirety of my dick.
"Ho-ly, Fu-king, God"
At this pace I certainly won't last long. She's taking every bit of me in her throat and somehow sucking me as well. Watching her work without even the slightest bit of gagging I can feel quite a familiar feeling, one that announces that I'm going to cum. I grab her hair, not to force her down, but just to get a better view. I can see her nose flair every time she swallows my cock, and when she pulls away I can see how shiny it is from her spit.
"Oh...Fuck...I'm Cumming!"
I release into my moms mouth just as she takes all of me down her throat. Instinctively I thrust my hips upward, I can feel her hands on my waist pushing me back down. Still trapping my dick in her mouth. I grunt loudly with each blast of cum. A tiny bit escapes her lips but before it could make its way down my shaft she flicks her tongue out laps it up. Swallowing every last drop, mixed of course with some of her own juices.
She kisses her way up to my chest and passes out, good thing because I was out cold seconds after I finished. And there we laid all night, in an incestious sweat heap, until the first alarm went off. Mom stumbles off to the shower and I crawl under the covers as I have about another hour before my alarm goes off. After what feels like only seconds passing my alarm goes off, fuck that shit, snooze. Six minutes later it goes off again, I guess this means I have to actually start my day. Shower, a bagel and off to work.
My day goes on as expected, nothing exciting when you work at a pet food store. Stock the shelves, ring people up, and carry fifty pounds of dog food to someones car that's parked on the other side of the lot. All for minimum wage. At the very last minute before the store closed some jerk-off remembered they need cat food. One case wasn't good enough, they had to choose the different flavors, for christs sake they all smell like ass. All the employes are sitting behind the counter watching this fool try and make up his mind on what flavors his cat will like.
After ten solid minutes of reading the ingredients he settles on a handful and brings them to the counter. pays in cash and leaves. This of course means we all have to stay while the manager rebalances the register, by the time we get out it's half past six. I hop in my car and head for home.
Waiting for me when I get home is one of my favorite sights, a hot pizza and a beautiful woman. I grab a slice a drink and a seat at the counter and begin to mindlessly eat while mom watches me.
"Hard day?" She asks
"Just the usual" I say with a mouthful of pizza
As I stare deeply into my slice I begin to ponder the events of the past days, not so much the sex part, but why it all began. Why now? What changed? What does it mean? I find myself lost in a search for answers in the pieces of pepperoni on my pizza. They are of little help, none to be exact. Certainly doesn't stop me from staring intently. I'm broken from my trance by mom.
"Hun! Is everything alright? You seem, out of sorts."
"Huh?! Oh. Yea. I'm fine. Just thinking is all."
Truth is, I'm questioning our situation here, not for moral reasons, but for personal reasons. Do we want the same thing? Is she just in this for the sex or does she want more? The moral reasons can go fuck off, this is more than just having sex with my mother. The look of distraught is clear on my face, what's even clearer is that mom notices that there's something really troubling me.
"Now I know somethings wrong with you and it wasn't just a long day at work. Out with it. What's on your mind?"
I let out a sigh as I collect my thoughts and prepare myself for...actually I don't know what I'm preparing myself for. This could be a disaster.
"Well, I've just been thinking. Thinking about what's going on with us, and I know its only been two days. It's been great, better than great actually. More than I could have ever hoped for. The sex has been phenomenal, the times spent in each others arms have been equally as great. It's just all so sudden. A bit confusing and overwhelming. I guess what I'm saying is...why?"
Mom looked a bit taken aback by all this, I mean what eighteen year old boy doesn't want to have great sex with a hot woman. What heterosexual male questions sex with a woman of this caliber, they just try and hold on for the ride and hope it doesn't end too soon. This is different though, this is a matter of love, and that supersedes casual sex. Not that I'm complaining about having crazy hot sex, I would just like to know what's going on here.
Mom looks at me, with her soft eyes, and I just melt. I want her to just hug me and kiss me on the forehead. She then reaches out and pats my hand and says
"For a long time now you've been the man of the house. Even as a kid you would take care of things around the house so I wouldn't have to. On the weekends you would make yourself breakfast and watch TV so I could sleep in. You never gave me any trouble with school, never gave me any reason to worry about you. You got a job and contributed to some of the bills even though you didn't have to. Turns out you were the man I'd been looking for my whole life. A responsible, mature, but fun loving guy who makes me laugh. I just had to make sure what I'm feeling is genuine. Sweetie I love you, and have been in love with you for some time now."
She could have just said that last sentence for all I care. I'm on cloud nine, the woman I love loves me back. What a magical feeling, there is no day better than this one.
For the rest of the night I grin like a buffoon. Mom laughs every time she catches me looking at her with my ear to ear smile, but then kisses me each time, as lovers do.Two months have passed since that first night, and they've been amazing. Wonderful sex, fantastic time together, we even manage to go out as a couple every now and then. No where too public of course, usually the movies, but it feels good to get out of the house and be normal. Well, as normal as the situation allows.
I've chosen a school, the local community college, going to go the whole writers route. I even managed to make a few friends in my classes. To be honest I never expected to go to college, I just thought I would write and get paid to do it. Mom informed me that wasn't the way things worked in the real world, and that if she could finish college I for damn sure was gonna.
I quit my job at the pet store, at mom's request, so I can concentrate on my studies. I did get a job on campus, helps kill the time I have between classes, and the schedule is flexible for when I need the time to study. Not that any of the classes are difficult, for the most part they're all freshman lit and english classes. For someone who spent a great deal of their time reading and writing it's going to be a breeze, in fact some of the books I've already read. Still it's always nice to have a few dollars in my pocket.
The relationship between mom and I has changed slightly, from the mother son to the boyfriend girlfriend role. I very rarely call her mom, usually only when on the phone, around others, or during a particularly heated bout of sex. Generally I address her by her first name, Sara, or hun. There are times where we slip back into the mother son role, usually when I am asking for advice. The mother in her can't help but to come out, I of course don't mind, partly because it's sweet to see that side of her, but also because I genuinely need her input.
Work has kept mom pretty busy, there's talk of a promotion and she's working her ass of to get it. Naturally I support her fully, this means that there has been a slowdown in the sex, but it won't be forever, and like I said I support her. I've taken on even more of the chores around the house so that she can concentrate on work. She spends most of her nights in the study doing work related things, I don't ask because she always looks so busy. I just let her know when dinner is ready, and clear the table when we're done.
The weekends are our time to relax and catch up with each other, and this weekend was no different. Mom had been looking forward to gardening all week, and the lawn could certainly use some attention. At nine in the morning we hop out of bed, throw on some clothes that we don't mind getting dirty and get to it. Mom wore a big floppy sun hat old jeans and a tee while she pruned her rose bushes. I just got on a pair of jeans and my old work boots, no shirt as a summer of staying in was starting to show.
I mowed the lawn while mom tended to the rest of her gardening, occasionally stopping to look at me or bird watch. She finished before I did and went inside to get us some ice water, just as she came out I finished up and joined her on the bench. We just sat there and marveled at a job well done and refreshed ourselves. We actually sat there and just chit chatted for a good twenty minutes about nothing in particular. Happy to enjoy each others company. The time came though when I got a good whiff of myself and thought it best to take a shower. I made my way to our bathroom turned on the water got undressed and hopped in. Seconds after I jump in I hear Sara open the door.
"Alright if I jump in with you?"
"Of course love." I responded
Now I have seen this woman naked on many occasions, most of them involve my dick buried deep in her pussy, but plenty of other times too. None of those times prepared me for this; into the shower steps a woman who is almost glowing, presumably from sweat, but glowing nonetheless. My dick sprang to life, bobbing in time to my heartbeat, and I'm sure I had a similar deer in the headlights look.
"Well well, it looks like I'm going to have to earn my shower." She says with a mischievous grin
Before I had a chance to respond she crouches down, pinches her nipples, and wraps her tits around my dick. Slowly moving them in opposite directions of each other while staring deep into my eyes and biting her lower lip.
"Mmmm baby, your dick feels so good between my tits." She moans
Again, just as I'm about to respond she squishes her tits completely around my dick, still while pinching her nipples, and proceeds in a jerking motion. This combined with the hot water hitting my back is heaven. It's also doing exactly what she wanted, bringing me to climax, quickly.
"Oh my god. Sara baby, I'm gonna cum."
No sooner did I finish that sentence than the first stream of cum fires from my dick, hitting her on the bottom of her chin then splashing on either of her tits. The next two shots hit her right in the neck, giving her a lovely pearl necklace. Spent, I retreat to the far wall of the shower and watch her wash my cum off her tits. After Sara finishes washing up I recover from my orgasam and scrub the morining off of me.
I dry off get dressed and walk out to the kitchen and see a turkey sandwich with chips and a cold beer waiting for me.
"Perfect. Just what I need after all that. Thanks!"
"What? A tit job in the shower?" Sara sarcastically replies
"Well, yes, but mowing the lawn too."
We both take our lunch outside to the bench we were sitting on earlier and admire our days work. Sara talked about what she wanted to do with the rose bushes and I offered my opinion even though I knew it meant very little.
Sunday, generally, was our day to relax. This sunday was just like any other, relaxing. Sara got up first and put on a pot of coffee and made some bacon and eggs. The smell roused me from my sleep in our bed. I made my way to the kitchen to see my woman in her bra and thong making breakfast for the both of us. I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup of coffee and enjoyed the view.
"Hun can you put some bread in the toaster?"
"Sure thing babe."
While waiting for the toast to finish I watch Sara shift her weight from foot to foot I see that beautiful ass in a thong and think how lucky I am to land a woman like this. The toast pops up and I grab it from the toaster, put it on a plate and grab the butter from the fridge. Damn butters too hard so I nuke it for a few seconds so it will be spreadable by the time the bacon is done.
After we finish breakfast, I wash the pans and Sara loads the dishwasher. We assume our normal positions on the couch; me seated upright and her nestled under my arm. Mind you she is still just in her bra and panties and I in just a pair of boxers. We only stray from the couch to take a shower or get something from the kitchen.
We order dinner from our favorite Chinese take-out and pop in a movie. The night is spent in each others embrace, sneaking a few kisses in between lulls in the movie. Eleven o'clock rolls around, Sara yawns and says she's off to bed. I tell her I'll follow after I clean up the take-out boxes.
As I walk into our bedroom I see my angel, she appears to be playing on her cell phone. The light from the phone illuminates her face and gives her an aura, one of utter beauty. I wish I could accurately describe it, but when I see her words fail me. She is just the most spectacular woman I have ever seen, and I share a bed with her, what could I have possibly done to deserve this?
"You know it's creepy to just stand in the doorway and leer." She quips as she peers over the top of her phone
Thats exactly what I was doing, leering, but can you blame me? This woman is a vision of perfection, even under the sheet I can tell that.
Without a reply I climb on top of her and bestow upon her the most passionate kiss I can. The kind of kiss that lets her know that I love her. Our tongues flick across each other and our hands grab for each others faces, pulling them closer to the point where an atom would have difficulty passing. I pull away and stare into her eyes, past her eyes, I stare into her, the woman I love, and without uttering a single word I let her know she is the most important person in the world. She responds by pulling me back to her lips and kissing me while staring deeply into my eyes.
My hands explore her body over the white sheet; passing over her firm breasts topped by an erect nipple each, touching on the flatness of her stomach and the magnificent curve of her hips. All the way down to her feet by way of her feminine thighs and lady like calves. She throws the sheet off of her and gives me a view of the most perfect naked body on this earth. I don't care who you have seen naked, I don't care what celebrity you've seen naked, it does not and will never compare to this. This woman has the body of an angel AND a god, it is the definition of feminine. All I could do was stare down, marvel, and think I am not worthy of something so perfect. Then came the words an unworthy man only hopes and prays he will hear.
"Baby, I want to feel you inside me."
Slowly I remove my boxer shorts, as if I was giving her time to reconsider her decision to have sex with me. My erect member bobs free from its cloth prison and the tip glistens with the shine of precum. She puts her hands at my sides and slowly pulls me in for another intimate embrace. The tip of my penis touches her vagina and I can feel the heat emanating from it. A very low moan escapes my mouth as our lips and tongues tango. Sara's wetness covers the head of my prick as it slowly moves from her clitoris to the bottom of her vaginal opening.
"Please, please. I want you so badly baby."
When has a mere mortal heard an angel utter words so passionate? How could I possibly deny her request, who am I to say no to someone so angelic?
I have had sex with this woman dozens of times, seen her naked on countless occasions, but tonight is something different. It's like seeing her in a new light, like it's my first time all over again.
"Sara. Baby. I love you so much."
As I uttered those words the head of my penis passed her labia into her vagina. Feeling the warmth and wetness I couldn't help but let out a loud moan and close my eyes to take in this unbelievable sensation. The warmth of her pussy enveloped my shaft sending shivers up my spine, and also up the spine of the beautiful woman that lay beneath me. As the full length of my shaft entered my woman I had to hold it there for a moment to enjoy and take in the sight of what I was engaged in. Not so much the incest aspect, although that does play a small part in every sex session Sara and I have. The sight I was taking in was the stunning beauty of the woman below me and my dick buried deep inside of her.
"Sara you feel amazing, better than amazing..."
Thrusting my dick back and forth in her I could feel every velvety inch of her, I could feel her wetness covering my dick allowing me to increase my speed. I could see the look of sheer pleasure in her eyes and I'm sure she could see how much I enjoyed being inside of her.
"Baby you feel amazing inside me, don't stop." She moaned
This wasn't my plan, she has her legs wrapped around me and I am in heaven. Sara's arms are locked around my back forcing me to grind my hip into hers. I knew she did this because it helped her cum quicker.This wasn't what I wanted, at least not yet. So I broke free of her grasp and threw her legs over my shoulders, not once breaking the flow of my stroke. I thrust into her in this position with my hands on her shoulders, she was still as wet as ever and I continued fucking this beauty.
The only sounds heard are of my dick entering and exiting my mother's wet pussy. Punctuated, of course, by our loud moans and the occasional swear of pleasure.
Sara moved her legs back down into the traditional missionary position, this alerted me that she was ready to cum. Truth be told I was eager to cum as well. She pulled me in close, as she did before, and humped me as I ground my dick into her.
"Mmmm baby I wanna cum so bad. Make your mommy cum."
How could I say no to such a sensual request!? I ground my hips into her as I knew she loved it that way. Pressing almost all of my weight on top of her so she could feel my pubic bone against her clit.
"Oh god I'm so close" She moans into my ear
Sara sensually wrapped her hands around my neck to trap me into a position that would bring her to an orgasim. I continued my constant rhythm in and out of my mother to aide in her achieving her climax.
"Oh god mom I'm gonna cum with you!" I grunted
This seemed to trigger her orgasim early as her moans became excited and her breathing was labored. She dug her nails into my side, almost to the point of pain. I could feel her legs clamp against my waist and her hips buck with each wave. Her body shook with convulsions and she moaned in the most sexual way I have ever heard. With my final thrust I buried myself as deep into her pussy as I could. Each stream of my cum splashed against her cervix as I let out a loud visceral grunt for each one.
I rolled off of her and we both just passed out, me with a mixture of my and my mothers fluids drying on my dick, and Sara with my load still inside of her.
My alarm roused me from a wonderful sex induced slumber, as I turned it off I noticed I was alone. It being Monday Sara was already at work. There was a note from her on the nightstand that read:
Morning Lover,
Last night was amazing, I can't believe we just fell asleep afterwards. If you could change the fitted sheet and throw it in the wash? Your cum leaked out of me during the night.
XOXO,
Sara
I figure I may as well strip the bed entirely as I'm sure our fluids got on more than just the fitted sheet. After the bed was taken care of I took a quick shower inhaled a bowl of cereal and took off to class.
After my first class ended I had four hours to kill before the next one, this is the reason why I got the job at the campus bookstore. Most of the time it's not busy, so I just spend time talking to my co-workers or friends from class who make their way to get supplies. As my shift came to an end I did my normal rounds saying bye and was off to my next class. Freshman Lit, actually not as boring as you would think. We're discussing the most recent book we read, Gilgamesh, we all just give our opinions on the book. The professor is really cool, after we think we've got what the book was about he asks one question that sparks an even greater discussion. He somehow does this for every book we discuss, it is often very difficult to leave the class after it has finished, some students stay to further expand on the topic.
My final class of the day is freshman algebra, now this class is a drag. I can't possibly think of a reason why I will need this in my everyday life. Instead of paying attention like I should be my mind drifts to Sara; what she's doing, what she might be wearing, and of course the fact that she's my mother and I've been fucking her for some time now. I find myself slightly aroused by the fact that none of the students around me have any idea that my girlfriend also happens to be my mother. If they knew that secret who knows what would happen. They could never understand the love I have for her, or how important she is to me.
Snapped out of my daydreaming by the sound of everyone packing up their books I realize the class is already over. Looking at the whiteboard and all of the formulas written on it I am stunned by the fact that I have no idea what any of them are for.
Making my way home I run down a mental checklist of things I have to do. The laundry needs to get done, emptying the dishwasher, vacuuming, I have to fit preparing dinner in there somewhere. Walking into the house I get started on the first task, the laundry, there was quite a bit of it. While the machine was going I continued on about my other tasks, vacuuming the whole house, taking a break only to switch the wash to the dryer and start a new load. I put all the dishes in their respective place and thought on dinner. It would have to be left overs as I still have to fold the laundry and a few chapters to read for class.
I cracked open the newest book we were reading, The Monkey Wrench Gang, and found myself engrossed in it. So much so that I hadn't noticed the time, it was nearly 8:30pm. Where the hell was Sara? Just as that thought crossed my mind the house phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Sara, hun, where are you? It's late."
"I know baby, and I'm sorry. I was in a meeting. I would have called. I'm on my way home now and I've got great news!"
"Okay. I love you, see you when you get here."
Sara walks in wearing a steel grey business pant suit with subtle white pinstripes that you would have missed if you weren't looking. A striking blue button up shirt underneath the blazer. Shiny black pantyhose and matte black three inch pumps. Personally I would have liked to see her in a skirt, but that's because I'm a leg man.
"So what's this good news that kept you at the office so late?"
"Well you know how I've been working my tail off in hopes of snagging that promotion? Well, I got it! Sort of. I have to go Set up the new office in Dallas first."
"MOM THATS GREAT!" I shouted
I jumped up and hugged her as tightly as I could. I was so happy for her, for us.
"There is a bit of bad news, my flight for Dallas is tomorrow and I won't be back till Tuesday of next week."
"That's not bad news, I was afraid you'd say you had to be away for a month or something like that." I replied
That was sort of the truth. While I am truly happy and excited for her, I can't help but be a bit selfish and want her all to myself. This is a good thing though, proof that with hard work comes reward.
I let Sara know that there were leftovers being reheated in the microwave and would be ready shortly. She went off and got changed and returned to a gourmet meal of beef lo mein and half a spring roll. Throughout the evening she told me about what her main responsibilities would be while she was setting up the new office. Surprisingly it didn't seem that difficult, she would basically be like a supervisor, but making sure that the people that were hired could actually do what they were hired to do. She would also leave someone as the acting manager when she left until they found someone to fill the position full time.
"Well, I'm off to bed, early flight and all." She said as she gathered her plate
"Go to bed hun, you've got to be up early, and I still have some reading to catch up on." I said taking her plate
"Thanks, you're so good to me" And she planted a kiss on my forehead
I loaded the plates in the dishwasher and took a stretched out position on the couch to knock out a few more chapters in my book. Before I knew it, it was already midnight and I had powered through four chapters. I made my way up the stairs, crawled into bed and pulled Sara close.
I am awoken again from a peaceful slumber, this time by Sara's hands on my shoulder.
"Honey, my cab is here, I'm leaving." She whispers so as not to startle me
"Huh...wha? Okay I'll bring your suitcase out." I mumbled still half asleep
"The driver already did it..." She kisses me on the forehead "...I'll call when I land..." She kisses me on the lips "...I love you."
"Okay...be back soon...I love me too."I'll admit, this wasn't my finest goodbye, it was 6am though.
Mom chuckled on her way out and the last thing I saw was her blow me a kiss and wink. I was asleep before she closed the bedroom door.
My phone rang at about 9:30am, it was Sara, to say she'd landed.
"Hi babe, just called to let you know I landed safely. I'm running to the car rental stand and then to check in at the hotel and then to the office. I'll skype you tonight, gotta run, Love you."s
I wasn't able to get in a single word, not that it mattered, I had nothing of substance to say as I had only just woken up minutes ago. My Tuesday Thursday class didn't start till noon, so I usually just layed in bed until I could convince myself to get out.
Freshman composition, basically they teach you how to write essays. I was already doing very well in this class so I often let my mind wander, and it helped in this class. Not so much that it was boring, but that it was an hour and a half long. Really not that bad for the only class of the day, and getting home by 2 was nice.
I got home and wasted no time booting up my computer, loaded up my favorite game. Wasting hours playing I hadn't even noticed that it was about time to eat dinner, without Sara here I really didn't have to prepare anything. So a bowl of cereal and back to gaming. I had skype running in the background and moved it over to my second monitor just in case she called early.
It wasn't until almost 9:30pm that mom rung me up on skype. I was reclined in my computer chair reading more of my book for class. I quickly accepted the video call and was delighted to see her face.
"Hello beautiful!" I said with a huge smile on my face
"Hello yourself handsome...is that a bowl of cereal? Did you just have cereal for dinner?"
"Yes mom." And I stressed the mom part
"Okay okay. So How was your day, how were classes?"
"Meh, nothing exciting. How was your day? Just getting home?" As I noticed she was still in her blazer
"Yes. I took the office out to dinner tonight to try and work on synergy" She put up air quotes and rolled her eyes when she said synergy
"Sounds like a blast" I tried to sound as purposefully disinterested as I could
"Yes loads...Hey wanna see something?" She said with a sly look on her face
I replied with one eyebrow raised "sure."
Sara stepped away from the desk she was sitting at and I got a full view of what she was wearing. What appeared to be a cutaway blazer, meaning you could not get the sides close enough to button them, even if you could there were no buttons. Under that was a dark blouse tucked into an A-line black skirt that ended at the knees. Beautiful shiny black thigh high stockings and what shocked me were a pair of five inch black slingback pumps.
Sara bent over, so her ass was facing me, hiked up her skirt pulled down her tiny pink g-string and threw it at her laptop.
With a sultry look in her eye she almost whispers "See anything you like?"
"YES All of it!" I hastily reply
Sara grabs her laptop, places it at the foot of the bed and sits up against the headboard. Spreading her legs wide making sure her skirt stays bunched around her waist and her heels were almost dug into the mattress. Next she unbuttoned her shirt revealing a floral pink shelf bra. I was shocked again to think that all day she had been walking around in this, it was the hottest thing ever.
My prick slowly began to harden as I massaged it through my shorts, while I whispered dirty words of encouragement to Sara. She was not waiting for me however, she had already begun pinching and playing with her nipples and was two fingers deep into her own cunt.
"God you're so hot Sara!" I moaned while stroking my dick in full view of the webcam
"Baby, I've been horny all day, I wish you were here so you could fuck me..." She said as she pulled her sticky fingers from her cunt and used them to rub her clit "...talk dirty to me, tell me what you would do to me."
Oh god! What wouldn't I do to her, if I was there I would want to do everything at the same time!
"First I would burry my face between your legs and concentrate on your clit, sucking it into my mouth and flick it as fast as I could with my tongue. I would use my hands to play with your tiny little nipples. I would keep eating you right through your first orgasim."
Sara's finger's pace picked up on her clit while she imagined I was doing everything I said to her. I had barely noticed that my pace had quickened as well.
"Mmmm baby, if you were here I would let you climb on top of me and fuck my mouth till you sprayed your cum down my throat while I fingered my pussy."
It's clear she was better at this than me, and the thought of my dick pounding my mothers face while she was fingering herself was now running through my mind. My attention turned back to Sara and I could see her eyes closed, head resting back on the headboard and she just kept whispering "I wish you were here"
I was ready to cum, but I wanted to do it in time with hers, so I slowed my stroke on my shaft and took in the sight of my mother masturbating on a webcam for me. Her position has changed from being seated upright to slightly slouched down allowing a perfect view of the assault she was putting on her clit. So much so that her fluids were running down to her tight little asshole. And without a prompt her free hand wandered down and the middle finger plunged itself deep into her ass, not without a little difficulty at first. My eyes widened and my pupils dilated to let in as much of this arousing sight as it could.
"Oh my fucking god I wish you were here baby, I'm gonna cum sooo baaad and I wish I was bouncing on your cock!"
"I'm close too, I want to cum with you, just tell me when." I may have sounded a bit desperate but I wanted to release so badly.
Sara's fingers were now working on her clit at a blinding pace, and her desire for this orgasam is clear. "Talk to me baby!" She moaned
"Baby if I was there right now I would be the one making you cum. I'd be fucking your tight pussy while you moaned my name louder and louder. You would feel every inch of me pass through you with each stroke and I would feel your wet cunt squeeze my cock as you begged me to fuck you harder."
"YES! THATS WHAT I NEED..." She screamed "...CUM WITH ME!"
It took only two more strokes to fire my load while I watched my mother buck her hips into her own fingers and scream a prolonged, fuck, at the top of her lungs. Exhausted we both let out a collective sigh, then went into a bit of a laughing fit for no real reason. Noticing that I had gotten my cum on me from chest to belly I excuse myself to clean up and would return in a minute. Sara laughed and said she would do the same.
I returned to see Sara laying on her stomach in a white cotton robe, I presumed she was nude under it, and her hair pulled back. She lifted her feet into view of the camera putting her into the pose, and to my delight she was still wearing her stockings. Arching her feet and separating her toes so that the nylon material would shine when it was hit by the light. She continued to do this while we chatted about our respective days and even let out a little smirk when she would catch me staring. What I don't think she noticed are the multiple screen shots I took and saved to my computer.
This nightly ritual went on the entire time she was in Dallas; we would have our cybersex, get cleaned up, then talk about our day. She also managed to send me a few texts during the day, mainly picture messages; upskirt shots, bathroom mirror shots of her breasts pushed together, or her legs and feet encased in her nylons. While nothing will ever beat the real thing this was certainly the next best thing. Isn't modern technology great? Helping to strengthen incestious relationships no matter the physical distance.Sara had known of her sons fondness of feet, especially when those feet are hers and covered in some form nylon. She knew he loved it when she wore high heels and lingerie, but loved all of that even more when it was covered up by a sexy dress that showed off her assets. So Sara decided to treat her son, it wasn't any sort of special occasion, she just felt like treating him to something nice, after all that's what people in relationships do for each other. She also loved the attention she got from him, and loved teasing him a little by dangling her heels, or stretching her toes while she was wearing stockings. Sara also loved the feeling of his eyes on her while she got dressed for work in the morning, it made her feel desired, a feeling she loved and craved.
If i'm going to do this, I should do it right! Sara thought to herself.
"The local mall should have everything I need."
"What was that babe?" Eric called from the living room
"Oh nothing, just talking to myself." She replied from the kitchen
Sara laughed to herself then whispered "almost busted"
As it was Friday they both relaxed on the couch, her with a glass of wine and him with a beer. They had a routine and it served them fine, they were quite comfortable in it. Relaxing on the couch sometimes getting drunk together and laughing the night away. While this might seem mundane to some; not going out at any chance they can, to them it was peace. They knew that the public would not approve of their relationship, regardless they are both solitary people and enjoy all the time they can spend together.
"I'm going to run out to the mall tomorrow to pick up a few things, I'll probably head out early."
Knowing that Eric was a typical man in this aspect, she was sure he would pass on a day of shopping. This didn't bother her one bit as it allowed her to carry out her plan unhindered.
"Okay, have fun." He replied in a very uninterested way. Not that he didn't care what she was doing, just that a day of shopping particularly starting early is something that didn't interest him in the least. There was plenty of gaming to be done and also housework, not to mention homework.
The night went as many other nights do for them, as previously stated, they spend a majority of their time on the couch watching TV. Sara's plan was to change this up, just a little.
"I'm gonna head off to bed." Sara stated and kissed Eric on the head
"Sure babe, I'll be up in a few." Eric replied, wanting to finish up the late night show they were watching.
As the music portion of the show wrapped up Eric made sure the house was locked up, everything was in its place and all the lights were off. He made his way upstairs to the room he shared with his mother. As Eric opened the door to their room, slowly as to not disturb his sleeping mother, he saw his sleeping beauty. The moonlight shone in their room in such a way that it made white sheets semi see through. Perfect for sneaking a peak at a body he managed to ravage for the past couple of months.
Sara's body was flawless, two pencil eraser sized nipples sat atop firm yet supple c-cup breasts. Curvy hips that support one of the most slappable asses on this planet. A flat stomach and a waist that gave her the most perfect hourglass figure. As Eric climbed into bed with his lady love he admired the naked body he was about to slide next to, and so did his penis. Straining against his boxers his dick begged for freedom, who was he to argue? Eric quickly removed his shorts and pulled his mother closer to him, and with great luck he managed to slide his prick between his mother's legs so that the shaft rested at the entrance to her vagina.
"Mmmm...someones happy." She moaned with her eyes still closed
"You're completely naked, and have the hottest body I've ever seen! It would be an insult if I wasn't hard" He half whispered to her with his hand on her hips
Sara pushed her ass closer into Eric's waist and wiggled it a little, having the desired effect of spreading her labia open over his erect shaft. Eric's hands were busy exploring his mother's tits and nipples; squeezing and pinching, and pinching and squeezing.
"Looks like I'm not the only one that's happy" Eric said in a slightly mocking tone
"You're completely naked, and have the hottest body I've ever seen! It would be an insult if I wasn't wet." She said with a wink
With that Eric pushed Sara onto her stomach, she instinctively pushed her ass up in the air a bit so he could have better access to the hole he was about to pound. Eric looked down at her ass and her soaking wet cunt, rubbed the head of his dick all over it and plunged in. The feeling was molten, he could feel all of her around his manhood. She could feel his heartbeat through her pussy and that excited her even further.
"Oh god Sara, you're so wet!" He exclaimed with his eyes closed, head down and one hand on her shoulder
"Your dick is so hard baby, I can feel it!"
Eric started at a slow pace, but this is not what Sara wanted at all, she wanted to be fucked. So she reached back as far as she could and grabbed his ass, trying to pull it into her faster and harder. Not needing much more of a hint Eric thrust harder into his mother's cunt, grabbing her by her hip bones and putting one foot on the floor for leverage.
"Fuck me baby, fuck your mama's pussy!"
Every muscle in Eric's body flexed with each thrust, and Sara could feel his strong hands on her waist. She loved it! She loved being fucked hard by her young son. The taboo of it drove her wild. Her hands dug deep into the edge of the mattress while she was being pounded from behind by her eighteen year old son. She moaned so loud for her own son to fuck her pussy. With every thrust she could feel his cock drive in and out of her wet hole.
"OH GOD YES! FUCK ME ERIC! FUCK ME" She screamed
Eric obliged her, not that there was any discussion in the matter, they both wanted the same thing and neither were going to stop until they got it.
Sara's fingers, now working on her clit rubbing from side to side, were drenched in her own wetness. Much like her son's balls that were slapping on her clit, or fingers when they got in the way.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." Sara exclaimed, or at least that's what Eric though she said. She had her head buried in her pillow and it muffled the words. No matter, because he knew her body language, he knew she was on the verge. He knew to keep his pace, don't change anything or she would lose her orgasam.
What came next were just guttural, primal screams and moans. Sara's body looked like it was being exorcised of a demon. It shook, and bucked all over the place, so much so that Eric had a hard time remaining inside her. He could feel her toes tap at the small of his back sporadically, her arms flailed and as it subsided she twitched uncontrollably.
"Holy fucking fuck" She said out of the side of her mouth, this time not with her face in the pillow.
Eric was in complete awe, he had never seen his mother cum this hard before and even though he didn't get to cum, he was more satisfied now than if he did get to cum. He rolled off her and collapsed into the bed.
"Don't you want to cum?" She inquired
As she lay there with her head on his chest he responded
"Nothing gives me more pleasure than pleasing you, and after what I just saw..."
She interrupted "...what you just DID"
"Yes. What I just did. I am satiated"
She smiled, kissed him, and ran her hand along his body. Before she passed out one slight twitched ran throughout her body and startled them both.
"Haha, after shock" She joked
They both chuckled and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning seemed as perfect as could be, a cool breeze blew through the windows, the sunshine followed it in and the birds were chirping away. After such an amazing night this morning complemented it. Sara looked over at the clock and it read 8:32AM, well its better than 6AM she thought. She hopped up, jumped in the shower, threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed off to the mall.
The local mall had several high end boutiques in it, this of course meant that she would be spending a great deal of money. She figured, if she was going to spend some money, why not get the good stuff right? Right! She thought to herself. And while I'm at it why not get some other things I need as well? She continued to herself.
While stores like Victoria's Secret were great, and she had plenty of things from them, they just weren't going to cut it for what she had in mind. There was one store she had not been in yet, because she knew how expensive it was, and that she would want everything in it. She decided today was the day, so she made her way to La Perla. As she walked in she noticed that the selection was far slimmer than she expected, but the prices were much higher than any other place she had been in.
As Sara walked around, browsing at first, she was approached by an employee asking if she needed help. First stunned by the attractiveness of the woman, she was tall, almost 6 foot(1.8M), and slim with jet black arrow straight hair, down to her shoulders. She had an exotic face, but porcelain skin. Sara just stared into her steel grey eyes and felt her panties get slightly damp.
"Ma'am, can I alp you wiz anyzing?" She said in an equally exotic accent.
Sara's trance was broken, she cleared her throat "No, I'm finding everything just fine, thank you."
Sara made her way over to the hosiery section, running her hands on the mannequin legs to see what felt the best. She now understood a little better about her sons fetish, nylons are sexy, they felt great in her hand, silky and soft. She could only imagine how they could feel on another woman. She definitely wanted pantyhose for tonight, seamless, sheer and black. She also grabbed a pair of stay-ups and garter belt stockings, white and nude, respectively. Next was a few bra and panty sets, and the first to catch her eye was a black shelf lift lace bra, it was beautiful and perfectly suited the night she had planned. She took the matching thong and garter along with another black and white set. Brought them up to the register and held her breath for the total.
"One tousand, zix hundrad, twenty zix dollars and forty zents." The exotic looking woman that had offered to help her before said.
Sara barely noticed the price, lost in the woman's eyes, as she handed her credit card over. One swipe and a signature later Sara walked out of the store with her purchases.
"Shoes, shoes, I need shoes. Cute shoes, sexy shoes."
There were several womens shoe stores in the mall, some of them were geared more towards teenagers, others had a more professional look. That's not what Sara wanted, she wanted Eric to see her in her outfit and drool over every aspect of it, to not be able to hold it in his pants. And some cheap pair of heels bought at some no name shop wasn't going to be able to do that, she knew she was going to have to spend even more money. There was a shoe store that sold all of the high end name brand heels, so Sara made her way there.
The instant she walked in the store she was in love, she wanted every shoe they had there. There were all sorts of pumps, slingbacks, peep toes. Forgetting for a while why she was really there she tried on a few that caught her eye, one in particular. A nude pointed toe d'Orsay open side pump by Manolo Blahnik, she looked fantastic in them, they just have to come home with me she thought. So she carried them around while looking for the shoe she was going to wear tonight.
"If I'm going to indulge his fantasy then why not show off my feet." She mused to herself
"So a strappy sandal would be better for what I have in plan, he'll be able to look and fantasize as much as he wants."
The Louboutin section had an amazing selection of strappy sandals, and a black one with the signature red sole and 5 inch(12.7cm) heel stood out. It was simple, but sexy. She didn't even have to try it on, she knew it would be the one. With the two boxes of shoes she marched up to the register, having done the math in her head she wasn't going to be surprised by the amount. That didn't mean that it wasn't a lot, at over eighteen hundred dollars it was certainly not a bargain.
The cost seemed not to bother Sara, she was on a mission to please her lover by indulging in and taking part in his fetish, even enjoying it. Last on her list was a dress to wear, something short, black and ruched around the neckline. Now this description may have been a coincidence, or because that was the exact dress she was standing in front of in Macys, but she knew she had to get it. She flipped the price tag over and was pleasantly surprised by the relative cheapness of the dress. Less than half the cost of any of her other two purchases.
As Sara walked towards her car the feeling of excitement grew in her, it started as something she was doing just for Eric. Now this was something she was doing for the both of them, a fetish she now believed she had. The next phase of her plan was to spend a night out, it had to be a place that was dark enough not to see what was going on under the table, but no so deserted that they were the only ones there. There was that jazz bar, it had a decent menu, and tables for couples.
"Yes, the Jazz Spot would do just fine." She said while calling them for a reservation.
Sara made the reservation for 8pm, that should give them plenty of time to flirt and tease each other. Sara would do a large portion of the teasing, but Eric knew how to get her wet, and she looked forward to that happening as well.
By the time Sara got home it was past noon, Eric was awake and working on a paper in the office. She stood in the doorway and told him when their reservation was and to be sure he shaved and put on a suit.
"yes dear." Eric responded without looking back
"I'm serious babe, we have a reservation at eight and I want you to look nice."
"Okay Okay. I'll shave, dress up, whatever you want."
There was a little less than 7 hours to go before they were to get ready for their night out. It was killing Sara, she wanted to already be at the bar with her son, but she had to find things to busy herself until then. Because Eric did many of the chores around the house there wasn't much left to be done, so she plopped herself in front of the TV and aimlessly flipped through the channels. Nothing good at all was on, not that she could really pay attention if there was something on. Sara was formulating a plan in her head on how the night should go, what she should start with first and how far she was willing to take it in public. Figuring that things would go smoother the less she tried to micromanage the night Sara gave up on planning the night out in full.
To occupy her time Sara decided to flirt a little with Eric, knowing that he was nose deep in a book or typing away on a paper for class made it fun. As she suspected he was in deep concentration on a paper for a lit class. From behind Sara pressed her tits against his back, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Eric took in her scent and let his mind wander to dirty dirty things.
"Whatcha up to hun?" She knew full well what she was doing.
"Well I was typing up a paper on the last book I read, but now I'm trying to remember how to words."
Sara could see that she was causing a stir in his pants, something that she loved to see because it meant that he desired her. She knew he did, but it was always nice to have visual proof. Not wanting to cause too much of a distraction she backed off and returned to her previous task of wasting time. Before she left the room she inquired on whether or not he had masturbated, since he didn't get to cum last night.
Eric turned in his chair and said "Nope, I figured that would be taken care of by you."
"Don't worry baby, mommas gonna take good care of you tonight."
Eric's cock instantly chubbed up and his mind flooded with thoughts of what his mother had in store for him. It couldn't be just run of the mill sex, well, their sex wasn't run of the mill, but it couldn't be just the ordinary.
"OH DUH!" He exclaimed
Sara asked him to shave and put on a suit, she certainly had something planned. How could he be so stupid, he thought. He turned back towards the computer to finish his paper, but the only thing on his mind was how turned on he was from what was going to happen tonight. Pitching a full tent in his shorts he sat back and thought about what he did to deserve this.
Absent mindedly Eric made his way to the kitchen, perhaps to get a drink of water, or maybe because he wasn't really aware of what he was doing, just daydreaming. As he leaned on the counter staring off into space he was snapped back to reality with Sara standing in front of him.
"Hey hun" he smiled
Sara said nothing, she dropped to her knees, pulled his shorts down and shoved his cock in her mouth. Using her spit as a lubricant she jerked him off while just sucking on the head of his dick.
"Mom" He panted "Your mouth is so wet." He drew out the so
Sara just moaned with her sons cock in her mouth, running her tongue under his head. One hand jerking him off into her mouth and the other squeezing and massaging his balls. Deciding that she had enough of the easy stuff, she used both her hands and grabbed his ass as leverage. Forcing his entire prick in her mouth and down her throat, swaying her head gently back and forth as if she was saying 'no'. All Eric could muster were loud sighs and grunts, this pleased Sara as it meant she was doing the right thing. Eric began to pull out of his mother's throat, but she just chased it, wanting to keep it where it belonged.
"I'm gonna cum."
This was certainly not part of Sara's plan, even though she decided that she was not going to micromanage, having her son cum in her mouth right now would ruin her little fetish game. So she pulled away and looked up into his eyes while still on her knees and gave him an I'm sorry look.
"Baby, I promise, I will make you cum so hard, just not yet."
Sara could see the look in her son's eyes go from ecstasy, to disappointment, to acceptance. There was a slight smile that began on his face though, so she knew he understood that he was going to be rewarded if he was patient. And patient he was, Eric pulled up his shorts and made his way back to his paper.
The hours went by painfully and slowly, both Eric and Sara were aroused to no end. Both thinking about what they wanted to do to each other, and both thinking about what the other would do to them. This didn't make the time go by any faster, and only fired each of them up. Any time they passed each other they could feel the electricity between them, wanting to jump on the other and ravage away.
As the hour got close Sara and Eric made their way to the two bathrooms, Sara taking the bedroom and Eric the hall bathroom, they both started rather early so to compensate for this they took their time. Sara washed each part of her body diligently with her fragrant body wash. Next, carefully shaving her legs so she doesn't cut them along with completely removing her landing strip and making the entire area smooth as possible. While just a wall away Eric had already finished his shower and was now shaving, taking just as much care as his mother.
Eric had a slight dilemma, what to wear. Funny as this usually happened to women, nonetheless he was still going to have to figure it out. He knew where they were going, but wasn't sure if a suit would be overkill, then again that IS what he was told to wear.