I pulled my dick out of her cunt and scooted up on the bed until I was at her rather voluminous tits. Then I started to titty fuck her. That's what she said she wanted me to do, so I did it. She held her boobs together for me while I stroked away with my cock in the rather deep valley between them.
Fuck, what did I care? I got off, and that was about all I wanted out of this relationship. If I had to guess I'd say that's all she wanted out of it too, but I never asked her. What difference did it make?
Hell, I didn't even know her name. Just a girl who had followed me home from the bar like a little puppy. I'd played with those melons of hers before we even left the bar, and she'd spent some time rubbing my dick through my pants. So where we ended up wasn't any big surprise to anyone.
I shot my load all over her chin and neck, and watched her smile at me as she used her fingers to gather it up and stick it in her mouth. Wow, a girl that likes the taste of cum! How rare were they? Okay, sarcasm. A dime a dozen if you knew where to look.
I showed her the way out a little while later and then just went and sat on the couch. I flipped the tv on for a little while but there was nothing on worth watching, so I turned it back off. So now what?
My name is Tarl, and I'm a twenty nine year old guy who has never been in a relationship that lasted more than a couple of weeks. I don't know why that is, but I can't find anyone I really want to spend more than a few hours with. I meet plenty of girls, but something just ain't right about every one of them. Or maybe it's me, I don't know.
So I slip my dick into whatever cunt happens to be around when I need one, and then sleep alone. Speaking of which, do you know I've never had a gal stay overnight? Not once. I wake up alone every morning, without fail. Once we get sticky and sweaty together, they leave. No exceptions.
I work from my apartment. I have a job with one of those game companies that you can find on Facebook. What I do is design new levels for bored people who spend all their time trying to get a beeping bouncing ball around whatever obstacles I put in their way. It pays well enough to get me by and I don't have to put up with people around all day. Perfect for me.
The company is based right here in town, but most of us work from home. We have to go in once or twice a week for an hour or two for group meetings, setting out what they want a new level to look like and stuff like that. Now and then they have everyone come in all at once, and we have 'strategic' meetings for the whole company; where we're going, how we're going to get there, new company benefit plans, crap like that. Waste of time, but I'll put up with it as long as the bills get paid.
Why can't I find someone? I ask myself that all the time. The girls I could live with, maybe fall in love with, seem to all be gone. Taken. Married. Or as mythical as a unicorn. They don't exist anymore.
Take someone like my mother. She gave birth to me when she was eighteen, which would make her, what, about forty seven now? She even married the guy who knocked her up. Old fashioned, I know. But she did it. Until he died a few years ago I always thought of my dad as a jerk. He cheated on her right and left. Why she put up with it I'll never know. Or maybe I already do: because of me. She didn't want me to grow up in a single parent home.
She'd do anything for me and I'd do anything for her. Proof of that was this was my last day of living here alone. Dad had left mom with a lot of bills and only the house to pay them off with. She was a waitress at a local bar and didn't bring home enough to pay the bills. So she was selling the house and moving in with me.
I didn't mind it a bit. Actually I was looking forward to it. She was great to be around and I loved her. That the girl who had just left, whatever her name was, might be the last girl I could bring home and fuck didn't bother me all that much. And besides, mom usually worked evenings and nights anyway. So I'd have a few hours to get my rocks off, if I brought them home early enough.
The apartment block I lived in was one of four in the complex. Each had two apartments, all two bedrooms. There was even a swimming pool in the center that all the apartments shared. Not exactly a high class place, but not too bad either. And right now most of the others were empty, except for a couple of old folks who went to bed around eight every night. There were a couple of others but I hardly ever saw them. As far as I was concerned, the pool was all mine. I'd even been skinny dipping in the pool at night and no one even noticed.
But having mom here would surely change things like that. I'd have to adapt but, like I said, mom was worth it.
She was a real good looking forty seven, that was for sure. Yeah, I had noticed. She'd kept her figure real well. Guys always came on to her at work, taking her for someone a lot younger than she really was. I'd guess 34C boobs, hips getting a bit wider now but still looking sexy. She'd put on a couple of pounds, but still had a small cute ass and flat stomach that the guys went crazy for. Oh, and she was almost exactly my height, five foot seven.
I told you I'd noticed. She was sexy, even I could see that. And had a sassy personality. Oh, yeah, everyone mentioned that. She was perky and peppy and sexy and didn't deserve to be treated like a lot of the guys treated her. They tried that crap here and I'd send them home bleeding and with swollen nuts, I promise you.
I headed off to bed. It was going to be a busy day tomorrow, getting mom moved in. But we'd get it done, the two of us. Most of her stuff she'd already put in storage so it wouldn't be all that bad. And everything was packed up and waiting for me to load up. That's mom, always prepared and ready. She didn't leave much to chance.
***
I always woke up ever day with a song going through my head. Been like that forever. I know, I'm not normal. I had no idea where the songs came from, but there they were, every morning when I first woke up. Moving day it was 'Here Comes the Sun' by the Fab Four.
Here comes the sun,
Here comes the sun
And I say, it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
It took an hour before it faded out. The songs just play over and over, up in some corner of my mind.
I got dressed and headed over to mom's house. We had work to do.
***
The day had gone by fast. Got mom's stuff here, her house was now empty and ready for its new owners; and mom was putting her stuff away. I helped where I could and got out of the way when I couldn't. She looked like she appreciated me doing that. It was the least I could do, and never let it be said I didn't do the least I could do. Haha.
It was a very warm day, bordering on too damn hot, and as usual the air conditioning wasn't working worth a damn. It seemed to work only up until it got just so hot, then it gave up the ghost and left you panting for air. After dark I invited mom outside to the pool area, grabbed a couple of beers and followed her out.
There was just a little bit of a breeze to cool us down. I handed her one of the beers and took a patio chair next to the one she was sitting in. For a little while we just sat there, enjoying the night time air and the cool breeze. Then mom sat up and pulled her shirt up over her head.
"Hope you don't mind, but it's too damn hot in that thing," she told me. She tossed the shirt on the ground beside her chair.
Oh hell no, I didn't mind. She was wearing a bra, so I couldn't see everything, but her tits looked fantastic! I'd been looking at her tanned legs sticking out of the shorts she was wearing, making sure she didn't see me looking. So adding some more skin to the picture was just fine with me!
We cooled down for a while, just sitting there and making chitchat, and then we went back inside. Mom headed for the shower while I checked my e-mail. Nothing much, just some crap from work. It could wait until tomorrow. I was heading for the kitchen when I heard the bathroom door open. I was right in front of the hall way and I looked down that way. Mom's room was across the hall from the bathroom and I watched as she came out of the bathroom, stepped across the hall and into her room. Stark naked!
She was rubbing her hair in a towel to dry it, her arms up, making her tits rise up. I saw her nipples standing proud, still damp from the shower. I felt a stirring down below.
I was still standing there staring when she looked over and noticed me watching her.
"Sorry! Forgot my nightgown," she told me. She was smiling, and I noticed she didn't try to hide anything. She went into her room. Had she done that on purpose? Maybe not. She couldn't have known I'd be standing right here. But she for damn sure didn't seem embarrassed about it.
I was actually getting a hard on from looking at my moms nude body. I really didn't know where to go with that thought, so I tried to put it out of my mind.
I got my beer and was sitting in the living room with the tv on when she came back out. She didn't have a nightgown on. She was wearing a terrycloth pair of shorts and a T-shirt cut off just above her belly button.
She noticed me looking and smiled at me.
"I know," she said, "But it's too hot out for anything more than this. I'll change if you want me too."
"No, you're fine," I told her. "Way too hot for anything else."
She nodded, and asked me what was on tv. I found some dumb reality show on and we watched it. I ordered out for some pizza, and we ate and watched tv until bed time. It had been a busy day and I was tired. So was she, I'd bet. So we said our goodnights and hit the sack.
***
This was going to take some getting used to.
I woke up to the song 'I Want You Back' floating through my head. You know, the Jackson 5? God, I hadn't heard that song in ages! It was the same lines over and over, playing in the back of my mind.
Trying to live without your love is one long sleepless night.
Let me show you, girl, that I know wrong from right.
Every street you walk on, I leave tear stains on the ground,
Following the girl I didn't even want around.
And I woke up forgetting all about having someone else in the house. It just wasn't something that had ever happened since I'd had my own place, and my still sleepy mind didn't catch up to reality until it was too late.
I did what I always did. I got up and headed for the kitchen to put some coffee on. Naked. Hey, I slept that way. Always. And I walked around the apartment that way a lot in the morning. So fuzzy headed me didn't think anything of it. Until ...
Until I heard a voice behind me.
"Haven't seen one of those for a while," my mom said, standing in the kitchen doorway, smiling.
I jumped at the sound of her voice and turned around, dick flopping in the breeze.
"Oh shit!" came out of my mouth. I set the bowl I'd just gotten from the cupboard down on the table and headed for my room. Right past my laughing mom.
"Sorry," I told her as I rushed by.
I got dressed and headed back to the kitchen, still red faced. She was cooking on the stove when I got there. She looked over at me as I came in.
"Figured after a show like that you deserved a decent breakfast," she said with a grin. "Eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns. Sound good to you?"
I just nodded my head, not trusting my voice just yet.
When it was done we sat down and ate. We ate in silence for a while, then she broke it with a statement.
"A lot of your father in you, from what I could see."
I wasn't too sure I wanted to prolong the misery, but in the end I couldn't help myself.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you have big balls like your father. For a guy your size."
I didn't know what to do with that, so I tried to let it go. Wasn't gonna happen.
"The men on your fathers side of the family always had big balls. Makes them real fertile. That's one reason they had a lot of kids. Now their dicks weren't nothing to write home about, but they knew how to use them, so us girls don't mind."
That statement just sat there between us for a couple of minutes while we continued to eat. But I had a feeling it wasn't over. So I decided to turn it around.
"Did you mean what you said, about not seeing one of those in a while?"
"Yep. Meant every word of it. It's been four months now, by my count."
Oh, god! Was I going to talk about my mom's sex life with her? Why did I have to try to get to her by asking about how long she'd been without any? What a dumb ass I was ...
"Don't be scared to talk about stuff like that, Tarl," she went on. "It's a completely natural act, and everyone needs it on at least some level. Yeah, most people don't talk about it with the parents, but parents have needs the same as anyone else. How else do you think you got here?"
She was smiling over her breakfast as she talked. I nodded my head. She was right, but still ... talking about sex with your mom? Guys just didn't do that.
"I expect you'll be bring girls home, and don't be surprised if I bring a guy over. We'll work around the privacy thing as we go. And, by the way, thanks again for letting me live here. Don't know what I would have done otherwise. Maybe live on the streets. We don't take care of each other like we used to. I mean, society as a whole. As long as the single moms get food stamps, everyone thinks everything's okay. But it's not. So I appreciate what you're doing, letting me in."
I'd forgotten she could talk so much.
"That's okay, mom. I have the room and you needed it. Family takes care of family," I told her, getting up with my empty plate and putting it in the dishwasher.
We both got busy, getting our days started. I headed for my computer in one corner of the living room and she headed out to do some food shopping. She said she hadn't seen any sense in stocking up and then just having to carry it over here, so she'd waited until she'd moved in.
The day went pretty well for me. I got some good stuff added to the beta game my company was working on. Mom got back in time to shower and head off to work. She worked from five in the afternoon to one in the morning. So the evenings would still be mine.
I got hungry mid evening and drove down the street to an Burger King to grab a burger and fries. Are there any places in the world left that don't have a Burger King within two blocks? Hell, it didn't seem like it.
Anyway, the place had this cute little blond who had been coming on to me, so I tended to stop in to add fuel to the fire, so to speak. Turned out she was just getting off of work. Also turned out she was horny and wanted some of Tarl tonight. So off we went to my place.
It was dark by the time we got there, and she spotted the pool right off.
"Can we go swimming?" she asked me. When I told her I didn't see why not, she stripped right there and then, and jumped in, buck naked. She had a cute little set of titties that I'd call perky. Nice to look at! Not sure there was enough there for a meal, but I wouldn't mind munching on them for a snack.
"Come on, Tarl! Wasting the night my man," she called out, swimming across the pool on her back. The twin wakes her tits made were intriguing, but not overwhelmingly large.
I stripped and followed her into the pool. We splashed and played for a while, getting ourselves all worked up. At one point she had one hand stroking my dick and the other playing with my balls. I returned the favor by sticking two fingers in her cunt and working them around. That went on for a while, and then she leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Who's that man in the window?"
I looked, and saw it was old man Smith. He had to be seventy, at least. He'd seen me out here with a girl once and had talked to me later. Said I could do it all I want, 'cause he got off on it. Hadn't seen any in years, all that. Turns out his wife was near blind and couldn't see anything farther away than the tv, and her hearing was even worse. So she wouldn't be noticing and making trouble. I ignored him any more.
I told her (Candy was her name), all that, and she seemed to get off on having the guy watch us. She swam back to the side of the pool by my apartment and got out, motioning me to follow. I did. Then she leaned over a deck chair, putting her hands on the arms of the chair, and spread her legs. No messing around, no foreplay. All business was Candy it seemed.
"Do me from behind! Lets give the old man something to smile about!"
Fuck it, I was horny and wasn't about to turn that down! I went up behind her and shoved my dick into her cunt, right up to my balls. Then I started to pump her like there was no tomorrow. From what I could see her tits weren't even big enough to swing back and forth as I pumped her hard. That's okay, it wasn't where my focus was at that moment anyway.
At one point she looked over her shoulder and laughed.
"The old mans beating off over there!" she told me.
I didn't bother looking. I had my hands on her hips and was pulling her back into me as I shoved my cock into her pussy. She wanted someone to watch? So be it. Let's give the old guy a show!
We fucked and fucked, then she all of a sudden stopped all movement, and asked me "Who's that in your apartment?"
I looked up and there, not ten feet away, was my mom standing in the window watching me screw Candy. And the look on her face said she was enjoying the show!
"That's my mom," I told Candy, trying to pump my dick into her again. Come on, yes, I was surprised by my mom watching us. Even embarrassed. But damn it, I was ready to cum any second! That overruled anything else. If you're a guy, you can understand that.
But it wasn't going to happen. Candy stood up, my dick popping out of her cunt, grabbed all her clothes and got dressed.
"Sorry, Tarl, but that's just too weird! She's yourmom!"
A minute later and she was gone, out the gate and long gone. I picked up my clothes and got dressed. I looked at the window a couple of times but didn't see mom there again.
And then I hesitated before going in. Would she say anything? God, I hoped not. There was no hope in pretending she hadn't seen us, or didn't recognize it was me. She'd been ten feet away. No, I'd best hope she just didn't say anything.
When I walked in she was in the living room, sitting down and trying to figure out the remote control.
I sat down, not saying anything.
"I got off after half a shift," she told me. "One of the other girls wanted to trade me tonight for half a day next week. I didn't see the harm, so I traded her days."
I just nodded my head.
She set the remote down, and turned to me.
"It's fine, Tarl. Really. You didn't know I would be home early. My fault. And, besides, I really enjoyed the show." She winked at me.
I turned red, I'm sure. Wouldn't you have if your mom just caught you fucking someone?
"Do I know that girl?" mom went on. "I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before. Oh! Doesn't she work the counter over at the Burger King?"
I just nodded my head again. I was getting good at that.
"What's her name?"
"Candy."
"Well, isn't that a fine name for a girl. I'll have to stop over there and say hi to her sometime."
Then mom picked up the remote again, and this time found the tv 'on' button.
"What do you want to watch tonight?"
This time I just shook my head. My head was still swimming around mom finding me fucking Candy. I didn't really want to watch anything.
"Well, we'll find something."
She started to flip through the channels.
"To finish what we were talking about, yes, it's been four months since I've been with a man. So I understand your need. I was a little surprised about the outdoor aspect of it, but, to tell you the truth, it was pretty hot, even for an old lady like me."I looked at her. She was looking at the tv, avoiding eye contact, I figured because I was squirming a little.
"You're not old," I told her.
"Okay. Older. Lets put it that way. Old enough to not have all the fun anymore. Past my prime. Lost my zing. Not 'eye candy' anymore."
I couldn't believe that she really thought that way.
"Bull shit! You're not old! And your sexy as hell! God, you give all the guys a hard-on."
If she wanted to talk about this, lets see how far she wanted to take it. I guess I never learn. Last time I tried I was the one turning red in the face.
"Hard-on's huh? Really? I sure don't feel sexy anymore. If I was, it wouldn't have been four months."
She said that last part with a wink and a smile.
"You're sexy. Trust me."
I almost added that seeing her naked coming out of the bathroom had given me a hard-on, but I stopped myself.
"So you find me sexy?" she asked me.
Oops. She took us there anyway.
"Yes, mom, I find you sexy. Any guy would!"
"Is that why your 'hard-on' won't go away?"
Crap. She'd noticed. Candy may have started it, but mom was keeping it going.
"I guess."
I stood up and started for the hallway.
"I need to shower, then we better find something to eat. How about pizza tonight? That way neither of us has to cook." She was starting to learn I ordered out for pizza a lot. Hell, I can't cook worth a damn. What else would I do?
"Sounds good to me!" she said, watching me walk away. "You better go take care of that thing. Then we'll order."
Damn it! She knew I wanted to shower to jack off. Mama wasn't so dumb. Surprised she'd actually said that, but mama was getting bold these days.
I got in the shower and let the water run over me. Then I soaped up and washed myself. By the time I was done the woody was gone. It took a real mental effort to not think of mom, right when she stepped out into the hallway, but I got it done. Problem solved.
Sure, I could have just taken care of it by hand. But after she'd made mention of me doing it, I couldn't bring myself to actually go through with it. Stupid? Yeah, maybe. But when I stepped out of the shower I felt I had won that round with her.
I ordered pizza, and when it was delivered we ate in the living room, laughing at almost everything we saw. The sexual context and talk was gone.
We stayed up later than we should have, but eventually we headed to our beds. I fell asleep with the picture of the curves of her breasts, so perfectly formed, in my head. And her smile when she'd noticed I seen her. A perfect smile.
***
The song of the morning in my head was Jim Croce's 'Dreaming Again'.
Don't you know I had a dream last night
And you were here with me.
Lyin' by my side so soft and warm
And we talked a while
And shared a smile
And then we shared the dawn.
But when I woke up,
Oh my dream it was gone.
Where the hell had that come from?
It has been three weeks since my mom had come home early and found me fucking Candy by the side of the pool. We hadn't talked about sex since then but we weren't really hiding it either. I'd catch glimpses of her coming out of the shower or getting dressed. The hot weather continued, so we didn't wear any more clothes than we had to. But she didn't go around the house naked and I didn't make a habit of letting my dick hang out in the kitchen, like I had that one morning.
For a few days there had been more and more sexually tinged acts and comments starting up again, but I just blew them off as two people comfortable around each other. There was the one time I'd said something she wasn't too fond of, and she'd told me I wasn't too old to have my bare butt spanked by my mommy. I'd replied something to the effect that, if she tried, maybe I'd just have to spank her bare butt right back. She'd told me to just try it and, while her joking face was still on, there was something in her voice that made me wonder.
I wasn't sure why, but I didn't bring any more girls home. Hell, I hadn't even tried to fuck another girl since Candy. All the ones I saw just didn't interest me any more. Strange, I'd always had a active interest in sex. But not with the gals I met anymore.
Mom still wasn't getting any. I knew that because she went straight to work and back, and she sure as hell never brought a guy home. I'd know, I was here all the fucking time. I worked here, I slept here, I ate here. Becoming a hermit, mom said. I didn't care.
Then that day came. It was Sunday so of course mom had the night off. I told her I'd take her out for a decent dinner and she readily agreed. I was ready in like five minutes. She, well ... she wasn't. Just put it like that.
She came walking out an hour later and I suddenly didn't resent a single minute of it. She had on a black gown that was killer. Really. Strapless, hugging her breasts like the material had been poured over them, it was some silky thin material that left me no doubt she didn't have a bra on. I could see her nipples under there, looking very comfortable smothered in the soft material. It came down to cover everything it should cover but still well above the knees, and yet begged to be watched closely in case it revealed even more.
She had her brunette hair down, framing her face like an angel's halo. She normally wore it tied up at the back, out of the way. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, showing anticipation of a night out with me, at a special place she wasn't used to going.
My mother could be as sexy as hell when she decided to show it off! And showing it off she was, just because I was taking her out to eat. I changed my mind on where we were going on the spot. This was going to cost me and I didn't care. She deserved it, just for the effort she'd gone through getting ready. Damn, I was glad I'd chosen a clean shirt and slacks. Jeans just wouldn't have been good at all.
She entered the living room and did a twirl in front of me.
"This old thing do?" she asked me with a smile.
I didn't trust my mouth to say much without getting me in trouble, so I kept it short and simple.
"You bet!"
"Well, then, shall we go?"
So we did. Go, that is.
But before we did I excused myself to go to the bathroom one last time. Once inside the bathroom with the door closed, I dialed the restaurant I had in mind and asked if they had an opening. They had two, and I reserved one of them. Talk about luck. At that point I didn't have a backup plan if they hadn't been able to get us a table.
I drove us to the best place in town, a real upscale restaurant I'd only been to once before. It even had parking attendants. In the smallish town we lived in, that was crazy fancy.
I drove us up right to the front and two guys stepped out, one on each side of the car. They opened the doors for us and then stood there while I walked around to where my mother was waiting. I offered her my arm, which she took, and we were shown inside. I did glance back out of the corner of my eye to make sure the car was being taken care of. It was. Hey, this wasn't exactly the lifestyle I was used to!
We were shown to a table off to one side, pretty private. I loved it, and mom looked impressed. God, the smiles she was sending my way were priceless! It looked to me like she was having the time of her life.
I won't bore you with what we ate, or any of that. See, I know you want to hear the rest of the story, and all of that would only slow us down. But I needed to tell you about our little night out for a couple of reasons. First, of course, is because we got to spend a few real good hours together and it really set the mood for later. Second is because we were reconnecting on a level a lot deeper than we'd been on for years. So it does matter, if you want to understand what came later.
I ordered us a real good bottle of wine. We sipped it as we ate and even had some afterwards. Yeah, I took that bottle home with me. I paid for it, didn't I? And it wasn't cheap! So it went out that door with us.
Mom was positively glowing the entire time. It really made me wonder if she'd every had a real good meal in a fancy restaurant before. Had someone treat her like the woman she was? So I asked her.
"No, I haven't, Tarl," was her answer. "Your father was more a greasy spoon kind of guy. He used to drive all over to try different truck stops. Said they piled up the food on the plates so high it would avalanche all over the place if you weren't careful. I didn't mind really. I loved him, and as long as we were together I was happy, wherever we happened to be."
"But you deserved to be treated like a woman, too. Have someone open doors for you. Bring you flowers, just because. Stuff like that. You're a beautiful woman. You deserve better than truck stops."
"Stop right there, Tarl. I know what you're saying, but he was the man I loved, and your father. I'm not second guessing anything in my life. And, after all, you're here. That alone makes it all worthwhile."
She reached across the table and took my hand in hers, and gave it a squeeze. I covered her hand with both of mine and squeezed back. She gave me one of her big smiles that seemed to make the whole room glow.
"I love you, Tarl. And not just because you're my son. You're a great catch. Smart, funny, thoughtful. Any gal would be happy to have you!" She paused for a second and I saw a playful look pass over her face. Then she went on. "And from what I saw in the kitchen the other night, plenty well endowed enough to keep a gal happy and smiling the next morning."
Okay, I was turning red again. I could feel my face getting warm. I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut, at least. Opening it was usually when I got myself into trouble. First sign of wisdom coming with age? Hell, maybe. Who knows?
"Are you ready to go?" mom asked me.
"Sure. If you are," I told her, looking at my watch. "Wow. We've been here for two hours."
I paid for our meals and grabbed the bottle of wine. As soon as I looked at the check I knew that puppy was going home with me. Over two hundred and fifty bucks for a meal for two? Plus tips, of course. Damn.
We stepped out into air that was still too damn hot, even though it was well after dark by then. Sit in a fancy place with a beautiful woman for a few hours, enjoying the company and sipping a decent wine, in the air-con, and you forget all about the rest of the world. Even the heat. Trust me, it's true.
She just wanted to go back home, so that's where I took her. The air-con was struggling to catch up, so it was even a bit warm in the apartment. She said she wanted to get comfortable and watch a movie together, and I was just mellow enough to agree to it. So I got to watch her walk away from me down the hallway, hips swaying under that fabric. Damn. Anyone but my mother and I'd be all over that!
She came out a few minutes later wearing a tee shirt a bunch of sizes too big for her and, unless I missed my guess, nothing else. Her nipples were standing out proud under it, begging to have some special attention. No doubt I could see what dad had seen in her. He'd have been crazy to turn her down, no matter what she wanted!
She picked the show, which she found on a cable movie channel. It was 'Just Like Heaven', you know, with Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo. A love story. Imagine that.
"It doesn't start for ten minutes. Care for more wine?" mom asked me.
"Sure. Might as well drink it. Cost us enough."
She headed for the kitchen to get the wine glasses, and I got to enjoy watching her walking away from me. Damn, that was a fine ass she had there! I was sitting on the couch and I watched her as she tried to get the wine glasses down. They were on the top shelf and she couldn't reach them very easily.
"Need some help, mom?"
"No, I can get them."
She reached up and stood on her toes, stretching to get them within her grasp. I watched as that shirt rode up and up the more she stretched, until half her ass was bare to my view. Damn. I'm not kidding you! That was a cute perky butt on that woman!
She came back into the loving room with the glasses, and poured us both half a glassfull. Then she sat down on the other end of the couch, tucking her legs up underneath her.
"Show time," she said, nodding her head at the tv.
We sat like that for a while, maybe half an hour. We were getting into the movie but it was getting uncomfortable sitting in the same position like that too long. She must have had the same problem.
"Can we lay down? It'd be more comfortable," she suggested.
I was ready for a change.
"Sure," I told her, laying down behind her. I propped my head up on a pillow just enough to see over her head. We watched some more of the movie.
That was when I found out I had a problem. I was sandwiched between her and the couch, and I was really starting to sweat. She noticed that, too.
"You have underwear on?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I said, slowly.
"So then you can lose that shirt and pants," she said. And then with a grin, "I can live with you in your boxers."
"I don't wear boxers. Brief man, that's me."
"Same thing. Go ahead, lose the extra layers."
I stood up and did just that, then got back behind her. She didn't even look. Well, not that I caught her looking, anyway.
More movie watching. And then another little problem. I didn't know where to put my arm. I tried down on my leg, but that didn't feel right. Then I put it up on her shoulder and that was better. But my options were rather limited. As time went on, even that became a little uncomfortable.
"You can put your hand on my hip, Tarl. That would be fine."
She was always thinking of others. That's my mom. I did as she suggested, and that was a lot better.
More movie watching. And another problem.
You see, I had a real hot woman laying damn near naked on the couch with me, my hand on her hip. And little Tarl noticed. And, if the little motions mom's hips were making were any indication, so did she. I'd swear she was lightly pressing her ass back onto my woody and wiggling around a bit. Whatever, she may not be aware of it but she was making the problem worse.
Eventually I managed to concentrate on the movie enough for the problem to start to go away. Mom stopped her little movements too, and that helped. But I still swear she knew just what she'd been doing.
I fell asleep just before the movie ended. The meal, the wine and laying there for a couple of hours all conspired to put me to sleep. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I noticed a few things right off. First was I was alone on the couch. Second was the noises coming from the tv. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know there was porn on the tv now. I sat up and checked the channel. It had been changed, and to a pay per view porn channel, no less.
Mom? Watching porn? Damn....
Where was she, anyway? She wasn't in the room. I got up to find her, and since the kitchen was closest I checked there first. Nope, not there. Then I happened to glance out the patio doors and saw someone in the pool. I saw a head come up from under water, and it was mom.
I stepped outside and walked over by the pool, and she saw me and swam over.
"It got too hot in there, so I thought I'd take a dip," she told me. "Care to join me?"
"Not really. I just woke up."
"All right," she said, now hanging onto the side of the pool. "I think I'm done anyway."
She swam to the ladder and climbed out. That's when I had a real shock. She was naked! Okay, maybe I should have noticed before then. But I had just woken up, the lights back there were pretty dim, and, well, I'll think of some more reasons later. Because right now I had my eyes full of a gorgeous woman.
She walked towards me, hands at her sides, shoulders back, not a lick of modesty in her walk. She was looking me in the eyes as she walked up, stopping not a foot in front of me. Water was still running from her body, glistening in what light there was, highlighting curves and hills and valleys that showed she was a woman, and a highly desirable one at that.
"So what's your mother look like now?" she asked me with a smile that melted my heart.
I just stood there. Mute. Couldn't get a thing out of my mouth.
"I love you, Tarl. I want this to happen. I've been thinking of little else since you told me I could move in with you. Even before that. For months before that. I love you like my son, and I love you in more ways than that. But I had to make sure you wanted it too. I felt your need, there on the couch. And I want you to let me fulfill that need. Can you do that, Tarl? Can you let me fulfill your needs?"
I still couldn't say anything. Not at all like me, but there it was. Tarl was speechless. I nodded my head 'yes'.
Mom stepped closer and kissed me full on my lips, her hand going behind my head and pulling me into her kiss. It lasted forever, or no time at all, I'm not sure which. It was so deep and loving and full of need and hope that I wished it would never end. But of course it did. When it was over she stepped back just a little and smiled at me.
"God, it felt better than I dreamed it would," she told me.
Right then we were interrupted by some hooting behind us. We both turned around and it was the old man, head stuck out his window. He saw us looking at him and he smiled at us.
"You go do it, kids! Damn! I can remember kisses like that! But not seeing such a fine ass as you have on you, miss. Damn ... to be thirty years younger!"
I could see my neighbor's wife behind him, fighting with a remote control and looking like she was losing. I heard her yelling at the old man.
"How the hell does this thing work? Damn it, I can't hear a damn thing! Turn this up, will you?"
She didn't even know we were there. Gotta love little old ladies!
Mom stepped past me, taking my hand as she went by. Then she led me indoors. I stopped and closed the patio door and locked it, giving the smiling old man a wave as I did it. He waved back.
Mom was in the living room waiting for me. She headed down the hallway when I came into the living room. I saw her turn into her bedroom, and I followed her in. Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
The lights were off, and what must have been at least thirty candles were set up around the room, all lit and casting moving shadows across the room. Mom was laying on the bed on her side, waiting for me. The candlelight just made the glow from her smile and sparkling eyes all the more inviting. I think I could have sunk into those eyes and never come back out, not even wanting to return to a world without them.
She motioned for me to come over beside the bed and I did, on wooden legs. For the first time in my life I felt nervous walking up to a naked woman. I wanted this to go right, to be something she'd remember. This wasn't some bimbo I'd picked up.
I told her to roll onto her front, and she gave me a questioning look. I just smiled at her until she did it. Then I climbed up on the bed and straddled her. I started to give her a back rub, working until I felt all her tensions and nervousness fade away. I did her shoulders and neck, then she started to moan when I hit certain spots.
"Oh God, that feels great!" she said in a low voice. She said that a few more times, and I could feel her body trying to anticipate where I was going to touch her next.
Then I scooted down and worked her legs over real well. And no, I didn't exclude her ass from getting its fair share. I knew full well that it wouldn't feel like a complete rubdown if I skipped it. That part I enjoyed maybe a tad more than the back. She had a fine ass!
When I was done with her legs I asked her to turn over, and she did. Then I worked my way back up her legs, going slow, starting with her feet. I even sucked on a couple of her toes and she seemed to melt into the bed. I made a mental note of that: she loved her toes being sucked on.
I had to spread her legs a bit to get to her thighs, and she gave me a bashful look when I did it. I rubbed her legs up and down and let my hand brush her pussy a few times while I was doing it. I noticed my hand was getting wet when it touched her there.
But I wasn't done yet. I scooted all the way up and massaged her temples, her face, her chin and neck. Then, slowly, I worked my way down to her chest. I was teasing her now, allowing my fingers to caress the curves of her breasts, around the bottom, into the valley between them. I came oh-so-close to touching her nipples, but never did. They were standing up now, begging for attention. I left them alone for the moment, instead moving down to her belly.
I gave her perfect, flat belly all the attention it deserved. And it really was flat, very little middle aged spread on this woman. She kept herself in shape but I'd never seen her workout. Either she did it when I wasn't around, which was rare, or she was just naturally this way.
Then it was time for those nipples. But, instead of my hands, I used my tongue. I licked all around them, then across them, sucking on them then licking again. All gently, softly. A couple of times her head tilted back, and she let out a low moan.
Licking and kissing my way down, I ran my tongue across the soft folds under her breasts, then lower, slowly, oh so slowly. I stopped off at her belly button for a bit, not letting it feel left out. Then lower still.
All this time she hadn't touched me at all. I didn't want her to. This was all about her, what she wanted and needed.
As I got lower still her legs parted and I saw, close up, my mothers pussy. Shaved, but I'd already known that. I looked up and smiled at her, and she was smiling back. Then I lowered my head and got to work.
She was wet and ready, but I still took my time. I started on her pussy lips, slow, then fast, then slow again. All around her opening, then a quick flip of my tongue into her love hole a few times. I moved on to her clit, which was standing up every bit as proudly as her nipples were. Around it, fast then slow then fast again. Flicking over it, reading what her body was telling me it needed right then, going with its needs and wants, not mine.
She reached down and grabbed my head with both her hands, pulled me tightly into her pussy. Her hips were making small circular motions, then they started to thrust up into my face. I didn't stop what I was doing through any of it. I reached up around her legs and found I could reach her tits, and I worked them over real well, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She squirmed all the more under my face.
I brought my hands back down and stuck two fingers in her pussy, stroking them in and out, still licking her clit. Her cunt clamped down on them hard but I didn't stop the strokes. She was making little panting noises now, her face all squished up.
Suddenly she let out a gasp and started to ride my face like it was a horse that needed breaking. Her hips made wild motions and I had some trouble keeping my tongue on its target, her clit. I could barely hear her moans, her legs were so tightly clamped against my ears.
I was a normal guy and I'd done some of this before to other gals. But always just until they were ready and I could fuck them. Never had I taken the time to give any of them an orgasm just with my tongue. But this time that was how I wanted it. I wanted her to get off first at least once before I got anything at all. Well, except for the great feeling I was getting inside just knowing how much she was enjoying my attentions.
When her orgasm was over she pushed my head away from her pussy, and I looked up into the eyes of a woman who was very well satisfied and happy. I couldn't believe it, but her smile was even brighter than normal. I had the thought that I'd never forget the vision, the look on her face right then. I never wanted to forget it, that was for sure! I rolled off and pulled myself up beside her.
But she wasn't done with me yet.
"Get those briefs off, Tarl. I want your cock inside of me now!"
She sat up and quickly took my underwear off, having a little trouble stopping them from hooking on my rock hard cock, and tossed them on the floor. Then she pushed me down onto my back. She lowered her head to my cock and started to suck on it, stroking it up and down. She even sucked on my balls, something no-one else had ever done. God, it felt great! A few minutes of that and she scooted up, tossed her leg over me, and straddled me. I just watched as she guided me inside of her, then it was my time to moan softly.
As she sank down on my cock, taking it all inside of her, I couldn't help but let a low moan escape my lips. The feel of the velvety warmth of her pussy on my dick was fantastic. She'd just had one orgasm and was about ready for another. I could feel it in my cock, her pussy squeezing it tight, trying to milk it as soon as it entered her.
She was in charge now. I stroked my cock in and out of her at the pace she set. She rocked her hips back and forth in small movements. She didn't want or need full stokes right then, she wanted to push her clit up against me, grinding away. She put her finger tips on my chest, just lightly for balance. I reached up and grabbed her tits, working my thumbs over her nipples, cupping them in my hands and squeezing. She started to moan again and I knew she was getting close again.
All of a sudden she got an angry look on her face, and then she leaned down and kissed me on the lips, never stopping her pussy from grinding away on my cock. Her hair, still wet from the pool, cascaded down and around my face until I felt like I was in a little cave, a private space for just the two of us to share something special.
Then she sat back up, leaned backwards and the angry look got worse. Her arms behind her, I could look down and see my dick moving in and out of her pussy. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she worked over my cock like it was disposable. I loved it!
With one last, loud, moan she came again, her second and by far the bigger orgasm for the night. She shook like a leaf. I could see a red blush across her chest, something I'd heard about but never taken the time to look for. When she was done, I think I was smiling at least as much as she was!
That's two for her, zip for me, for anyone who's keeping count. My turn.
I rolled us both over so I was on top, without letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then I started to stroke for all I was worth. No need to wait for her, no need to attend to her needs. This was all for Tarl.
She wrapped her legs around my back, tipping her pelvis up, and I pumped into her cunt with full strokes, pounding back into her so hard I could hear my balls slap her ass. On each backstroke, just before I reached the point that I'd pop out of her, the feelings in my dick got real intense and I knew it wouldn't be long.
It wasn't. With one final full stroke I came, pumping shot after shot of my cum into her cunt. I'd never cum that hard before, or had so much cum to shoot into a cunt. It was a wonder she could take it all. I waited until all the aftershocks were done and my toes got uncurled, then I rolled over onto my side. She wouldn't let me pull out of her cunt, and rolled with me. Now I was laying on her leg, but she didn't care. She still wanted to feel me in her.
I lay panting, trying to catch my breath, while I stared deep into those eyes and that smile. I'd never known a woman like I knew this one, and we'd just shared something fantastic, something we'd both never forget.
Eventually she did let me pull out, and she went to the bathroom. When she got back we laid there and talked. Goofy stuff at first, then I had a couple of questions I'd been wanting to ask but, hell, you know, we were kind of busy for a while there.
"So what's up with the porn?"
She got a sly grin on her face.
"Just felt like it," she told me. "You were asleep and I just wanted to watch some. I also figured you'd wake up and maybe get in the mood if it was still on. Seems to have worked, too."
I nodded my head. Sure hadn't hurt.
"And, truth be told, there was a real hot scene where two girls were going at it. I wanted to see the end of it. Then I got hot and went for a swim to cool down. No one else was around so I didn't bother with a bathing suit. And then you walked out."
"Glad I did!" I said. "You coming up out of that water made you look like an angel. Sexy as hell!"
She smiled at me, and brushed her hand down my cheek.
"So what about the candles?"
"Oh, those!" she laughed. "Figured it couldn't hurt. If you found them, great. If not, well, it was still great! If none of this had happened, worst thing that could happen was I could blow them out when I came to bed."
"So you planned this all out? You knew what was going to happen?"
"Of course not! But I knew what I wanted to happen. And lucky me, it did!"
I shook my head. Hard to believe she'd actually thought this all out and planned to make it so.
"So how long have you been thinking about doing this?"
She tipped her head, like she was thinking about it.
"I don't know, maybe a year? And when you asked me to move in here I thought things were looking up. That morning I caught your dick in the breeze while making coffee, I decided to push a little and see what I could make happen."
"Well, good for you," I told her with a little laugh. "But why me? I'm your son."
"Does that mean I can't love you more than a normal mom? That I can't love you enough to want to make love to you? I don't care what everyone else says. I've wanted you to be my lover for a while now, and I'm glad it happened. I hope it happens again."
I fell back into the depths of those eyes, and the feelings of love I had right then were paid back a thousand times over.
"I think that can be arranged," I told her with a grin.
"Good," she told me. "Soon, I hope. But right now I need to recover from that. Oh my god! Where did you learn to treat a girl to all of that? I've never had a man so completely satisfy me! Christ, just thinking about it is going to get me wet again!"
I laughed, and smiled, and brushed my hand over her face, then down to her breast. I cupped it while we talked.
"I just learned it," I told my mom. "You're the only one I've ever even wanted to do all that for."
She just smiled.
Eventually I saw she was getting sleepy, so I got up and blew out the candles. Then I climbed back into bed with my mom. Just before I got covered up, she smiled again.
"Yep. Big balls like his dad."
So she'd been watching me. Should have figured she would. I didn't say anything.
We snuggled together, me behind her, spooning her body close to mine. Then we both fell asleep. I couldn't believe what had just happened between us. But I fell asleep very glad that it had.
***
I woke up the next morning, the morning fog making the evening before still unclear in my head, almost as if it had been a dream. For a second I panicked, the thought of it not having been real sending a shiver of regret and great loss going up my spine. Then I realized my arm was over my mom's body, my hand cupping her breast, and I knew beyond a doubt that it had been real. I took a deep breath, then let it out. Then I tugged the blankets up tighter around her, and slipped out of bed.
It suddenly hit me that my record had been broken. A woman I'd made love to had spent the night with me and was still here in my bed. I smiled to myself. Records need to be broken now and then. For some dumb reason I thought of Bill Murry in Groundhog Day. You know, finally waking up and finding everything had changed.
I walked to the kitchen naked, not even bothering to put my shorts back on. After last night I just didn't care about being naked in front of my mom any more. Hope she felt the same way about being naked in front of me ...
I was singing as I fixed the coffee, the song of the morning, the one that was just there where I woke up, going over and over in my mind. This morning I felt like singing it out loud, so I did.
I was pouring the water in the coffee pot when my voice was joined by my mother's. I looked over and saw she was still naked too, standing proudly in the doorway.
"Hope you don't mind," she told me. "You said you were used to having your coffee in the buff, so I figured I'd join you."
I loved my life right then. It even dawned on me that for the first time in my life I'd actually made love to a woman. All the others had be screwing. Fucking. But not this time. We'd made love, mom and I.
We both sang that song as we waited for the coffee to get ready. God, she even woke up with those sparkles in her eyes!
'If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
If being right means being without you,
I'd rather be wrong than right.'