They say love is love, right? What if it is so immoral it makes you question what love is? Some would say I'm confusing one kind of love for another, but it's not that simple. When you've experienced something, let's call it love, with someone and it is so strong, so real; the best experience of your life... can it really be that wrong?
I had no plans on moving back home after college, but when Mom and Dad split up shortly after my twenty-second birthday, I felt I needed to be there for my mother. It was so surreal. My dad found a younger woman and poof... he was gone. He didn't give a second look back. Mom found out about the affair and Dad left. The hurt and betrayal she must have felt was unthinkable to me. What in the hell did he see in that other woman? Maybe I'm a bit biased, but she didn't even compare to my mother. Why would anyone traded in a Ferrari for a tricycle?
My mom's name is Linda. She's forty-five and looks thirty. She was trim and fit for a woman her age. When I arrived home after the break up, she looked so tired and worn out. My heart broke. She threw herself in my arms and just sobbed. I saw an empty wine bottle on the couch and I could smell alcohol on her breath.
"Oh Michael," she said through tears, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I replied. "You've done nothing wrong. I'm here now. I'll take care of you."
"Don't leave me, please," Mom sobbed.
"I promise; I promise I'll never leave you."
She was very wobbly and it was clear she had drunk way too much. I guided her back to the couch. I put my arm around her and let her cry; all the time consoling her. Finally, the tears stopped and she passed out in my arms. I picked her up gently and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. I put her on the bed and removed her shoes. I touched her long, brown hair and sat with her for over an hour before bringing in my bags and settling into my old room across the hall from her.
The next day she didn't leave my side. A connection was forming between us. We would get through this together. Mom promised me she would not drown her sorrows in alcohol. I would be all she needed. She told me my dad had a thing for brunettes, so she had never dyed her hair. A couple of weeks later, she had it cut and became a blonde. It now came down on her neck, just touching her shoulders.
"Well, Michael," she said when walking in the front door, returning from the beauty salon, "what do you think?"
"Oh wow!" I exclaimed. "You look amazing."
"Thank you honey," she said smiling.
"Is that a new outfit?"
"Yes, it is. Oh my god; a man who actually takes notice of me. Be still my beating heart."
I felt my face turn red. I wasn't complimenting her just to make her feel good. I was completely sincere. I think she knew that. Maybe it was my eyes widening as she walked in the door.
"Well, I'm serious when I tell you I'm digging the new look."
"I know you are," she said, taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek. "Oops, Momma got some lipstick on you."
I could feel my face burning, if possible, turning even more scarlet, so I quickly excused myself to go wipe off her lipstick. As I left the room, I heard her giggle. Since I had come home, I had barely seen her smile. It was nice to hear her laugh again. I then realized I had a huge bulge in my pants. Where did that come from? Mom had kissed me countless times growing up, but now something was different. I saw her growing stronger and coping with the whole situation. I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back now, I started admiring her and yes, even falling in love with her. She was not only my mother, but a resilient, desirable woman. My emotions were confused, but love always wins in the end, right?
The next night I was in my old room getting ready for bed. I heard my phone give the familiar ding, letting me know I had a new text message. It read simply, "Come into my bedroom."
"You could have just called out for me. I'm sure I would have..." My breath caught in my throat as I walked in. I found my mother sitting up in bed; looking at her phone. She was wearing a sexy black nightgown. It was low cut and I immediately felt a strange sensation of desire and shame. In one corner of my mind I knew I shouldn't be staring at my own mother's breasts, but in another corner was my obviously raging hormones and appreciation for the female anatomy; mom or not.
"I wanted to text you. Sometimes it's more fun that way, rather than yelling."
"You had no problems yelling while I was growing up."
She laughed. "Well, you're definitely all grown up now. You've grown into a strong, handsome young man."
"Thanks," I said as I stretched out on the bed next to her; trying desperately not to let her see the huge erection in my shorts.
"Honey, I wanted to ask you something," she said, setting her phone aside.
"What's up?"
"My work wants me to fly to New York this weekend."
"Really," I said, looking up at her.
"Yes; exciting, right? They've agreed to also pay for a guest to come with me." She was smiling. "And I was wondering, if you weren't too busy, if you would be my date."
"Me and you," I said, trying my hardest not to stare at her cleavage, "in New York. Are you kidding? That sounds awesome."
She was practically beaming at me. "I thought so too. Well then, it's a date."
"It sounds good to me."
"We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Goodnight baby. I love you."
"I love you too, Mom." I tried to turn and slide off the bed, so I could keep my back to her. The last thing I wanted was for my own mother to see my hard on, but as I began to turn, she cleared her throat. It was without a doubt deliberate and meant to get my attention.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I racked my brain trying to figure out what she was talking about. As I lay there on my stomach looking up at her with a confused look on my face, she finally said, "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?"
Not since I was nine had I given my mother a goodnight kiss. She was acting like it was part of our nightly routine. I was caught somewhere between overly horny and panic. I suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. As I pushed myself up, still trying to keep my raging boner from showing, she turned her whole body towards me, touched my face and kissed me full on the mouth. I expected her to just give me a peck on the lips, but she held it just a little too long. I had to fight to control my breathing and not cum on myself.
"Goodnight sweetheart," she said softly.
"Goodnight," I replied in a hoarse whisper. You might as well have put up a neon sign with an arrow pointing at me that said, 'Your son is aroused'. My face was burning hot as I turned away and walked out, closing her bedroom door behind me. I crawled into bed and tried to calm down. After about five minutes, my phone chirped. It was another text from my mom. It said, "You're cute when you blush. Btw, nice try, but I saw it. Still blushing?" She also put a smiley face blowing a kiss.
The next day everything was pretty much normal. She didn't invite me back into her bedroom that night, but I did seem to make a few excuses to intentionally be close to her. The only thing different about her was she started calling me 'Luv'. She would say, "Luv, how does Chinese takeout sound tonight," or "Would you bring me my phone, Luv?" She had never called me that before. I had never heard her call Dad or anyone else for that matter, 'Luv'. To be honest, I really liked it. Somewhere in my mind it was like another puzzle piece falling into place.
The night before our trip, I knocked on Mom's bedroom door. I had been out looking for a job that day and I intentionally left my jeans on, so if I became aroused it wouldn't be so blatantly obvious.
"Come in Luv," she said. I walked in and sat on the foot of the bed. I saw she was still wearing her day clothes too. She had on her reading glasses and was browsing a magazine.
"Is everything set for our trip," I asked.
"Yes. We'll fly to New York tomorrow morning, check into our hotel suite in the afternoon, maybe grab a bite to eat and chill in our room tomorrow night?"
"That'd be great," I said.
"Saturday," she continued, "I've got meetings to attend, so you'll be on your own. Sunday we can go sightseeing together if you want. I've just got to be back for the gala that night."
"Gala," I said. "What's that?"
"It's this super fancy dinner party I have to attend. It's being held in the ballroom of the hotel, so at least when I've let myself be seen enough, I can come back to the room."
"I'm not going to the dinner party, right?" I asked, secretly hoping to be included.
"I wish," she replied. "I might actually enjoy myself if you were there. Oh, that reminds me; take a look at this." She showed me a picture in the magazine of a woman wearing a red, full sequin evening dress. "This is the dress I bought to wear to the gala. Do you like it?"
"Wow. You'll look so hot in that..." I realized what I was saying and quickly corrected myself. "I mean, you'll look gorgeous in that dress."
"Thank you baby," she said smiling. "If I didn't have it packed already I'd model it for you."
The thought of her modeling that outfit for me sent my heartbeat into overdrive and the butterflies dancing in my stomach. Was this some kind of game she was playing with me? Did she know she was arousing me to the point where I almost couldn't take it?
"I'll be right back," she said as she laid down the magazine and stepped into her bathroom. I picked up the magazine and gazed at the sexy dress. It came up around the neck, with the shoulders and arms exposed. The magazine described it as a 'Red Sequin High Neck Halter Sleeveless Elegant Party Dress'. I could imagine the red sequins glistening when she put it on. Mom was going to look incredible wearing it. As I thumbed through the pages, a few minutes passed. I heard her clear her throat and instinctively looked up to see her standing in the doorway to her bathroom. She was wearing the black, low cut nightgown. She had one hand on the doorframe and the other on her hip. She was striking a pose. She was posing for me in an outfit she knew I found her attractive in and got my attention, so I would see her doing it. This answered my question. Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing. Did she expect me at some point to make a move on her? I would have given anything to know what she was thinking, but I knew I wasn't about to do anything to cross a line. I was going to let her lead and see where we ended up. I smiled broadly, letting her know I liked what I saw. She smiled back and walked in.
"Would you do me a huge favor, honey," she asked.
"Sure," I said, "name it."
"My back has been so dry lately; would you be a dream and rub me down with some lotion?"
"No problem," I answered in a vane attempt to not sound nervous.
She got in bed where I could easily get to her back and rested her head to the side on her pillow. "There's some lotion in my nightstand."
I opened the drawer and saw the bottle of lotion. It was sitting next to a vibrator and a bottle of lube. I picked up the lotion and looked at my mother. A sly smile was playing at her lips. Meanwhile, my heart was beating a million miles a minute, my face was burning so hot I was breaking out into a sweat and the massive erection in my jeans was most likely showing. She then turned away from me and pulled the little straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders and down her arms. She was keeping me from seeing her breasts. I think she knew that would drive me wilder than if she just came right out and showed them to me.
I squirted the cold lotion in my hands and rubbed them together. I sat on the bed next to my mother and began rubbing the lotion on her back. It wasn't dry at all. On the contrary, her skin was smooth and soft. I caressed her shoulders as I covered them with the lotion. She let out a low moan of pleasure. The fragrance of the creamy substance filled the room. Mom closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Get my neck, Luv," she said as she pulled her hair up. I was careful not to get it all in her hair. I took extra time to rub it in on her neck, and then she let her hair go. I moved my hands down her back again and I thought we were about done, but then she said, "Honey, get my shoulders one more time, would you?"
I put more lotion in my hands and rubbed her shoulders. I made it more of a massage and she responded with a loud sigh and more moaning.
"Oh Luv, that feels so good. Oh my god, baby. You've got magic hands." I worked my way down her back and up again to her shoulders. I slid my hands down her arms and she shivered. "Oh shit! You gave me chills. Sorry about that."
"Sorry about what?" I asked.
"For swearing,"
"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind if you swear. We're both adults and you're not going to offend me by any means."
"I know," she said, "but I always tried to watch my language around you."
"I promise, it's okay."
I slid my hands down her arms again and felt her tremble.
"Fuck!"
"That's more like it," I said, making her laugh.
"Could you do this for me more often? I love your touch, baby."
"Um, yeah, anytime," I said, feeling every nerve in my body tingle. When I heard the pleasure in her voice, it again, made it hard for me to breathe.
"Thank you, Luv," she said, pulling the straps of her nightgown back up. It also let me know the massage was over. "It's getting late and we have to get up early."
"Yeah, I can't wait to get to New York. I've always wanted to go there."
"I've been there once," she said as she turned over to stare up at me. "I think we're going to have a real good time." She patted me on the leg. I took it as a signal that I needed to stand up. The hard on I was sporting had to be visible. I turned to leave and once again I heard Mom make that distinctive sound of clearing her throat. "Come here and give your mother a goodnight kiss."
She held her arms out for an embrace, but she stayed lying on the bed. I had to bend over and hug her. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. I was practically lying on top of my mother. She moved her legs to readjust herself under my weight, but in the process rubbed my groin. At the same time, she kissed me on the lips; letting it linger even longer than our last kiss. It was more than I could take. I came hard in my jeans. I took in a sharp breath as her lips were pressed so perfectly against mine. I pulled away and tried my very best to keep some kind of composure and control my breathing. This was a losing battle. She had to have known what happened. She might have even felt my cock pulsing against her leg.
"Goodnight son," she said softly. "I love you."
"Goodnight, Mom," I replied. "I love you too."
I went back to my room in a daze. I was sweating, slightly out of breath with my eyes probably glazed over. Oh my god! Did that just happen? Was I about to get a text from my mom saying that she knew I blew my load in my pants? She didn't text me. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I changed into my sleep shorts, making sure to put the cum filled underwear and jeans in the hamper. I tossed and turned for a while and finally fell asleep, thinking of my amazing mother.
The next day we made our flight and everything was going great. I enjoyed Mom's company so much. We talked and laughed as we walked hand-in-hand through the airport in New York. I would look over at her as I felt her hand in mine, and I'd stare at her beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous face. The butterflies in my belly were working overtime. I wished again I could have read her mind.
"What?" she said, catching me looking at her.
"Has anyone told you today, you look so beautiful?" I was praying I hadn't gone too far or said the wrong thing, but a big smile broke across her face.
"No, but I'm glad it was you. Thank you, Luv." We stopped walking and she reached up and touched my face. She gave me a little peck on the cheek. There were lots of people around us, so we were causing a minor traffic jam in the terminal. She took my hand and held it tight as we continued walking. Something radiated from deep inside of me. It was pure happiness. That is the only way to describe it. At that moment, in an airport in New York City headed for the baggage claim... I had never been that happy in my life. Love is a strange thing, isn't it?
When we arrived at our hotel suite I was amazed how spacious it was. It had two double beds, a living area, kitchen, large bathroom and it was very well lit. I had never stayed in a hotel room this fancy.
"Wow," I said, looking around. "This is awesome. Your company is fitting the bill for this?"
"Yep," Mom said as she started taking stuff out of her suitcase, "not bad, huh?"
"Not bad at all."
"When you're in advertising and business is booming, this firm at least, goes all out. I thought you would like it."
I noticed she hung up an item out of her luggage that was in some sort of garment bag. I wondered if that was the sexy, red sequin dress. I couldn't wait to find out. Mom took a shower and changed clothes. She wore a pretty white blouse and blue jean shorts. She had fixed her hair and redone her makeup.
"Let's go out and grab a bite. I'm starving," Mom said afterwards.
We ate at a cool little restaurant not far from our hotel. Mom had searched on the net for all the nice restaurants and touristy places. We walked around, holding hands, sometimes with our arms around each other, just seeing the sights. It was a lot of fun. We were walking back to our hotel when she finally brought up the subject of Dad.
"Do you miss him?" she asked.
I let out a long sigh. "Yes and no," I said as we stopped to talk. The city lights were making her blue eyes sparkle. The butterflies had returned in full force to my stomach. "We had a good relationship, I thought, but I just don't get it."
"Me either, honey,"
"I can't understand why, in a million lifetimes, he would even let the thought of leaving you... leaving us..."
"It was me he left; we need to get that straight. You were an adult, not living at home, so he left me."
I looked into her eyes; her beautiful eyes. "Hey, we're a package deal. You don't get one without the other. The same goes for leaving." We stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. I finally broke the silence. "He's a fool. He's a damn fool. You are the most wonderful, most gorgeous woman..." She started to interrupt, but I raised a hand to stop her. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me; having you as my mother was... is the best part of my life. Don't ever question yourself; you are everything to me. If Dad didn't see you for whom you are, then it's his loss. I'll keep you all to myself." She smiled broadly.
"You're sweet, but I'm not all that."
"Um, yeah, you are," I said as I took her by the hands. "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand."
"Understand what?" she asked.
"Understand that when we are out together, like tonight, I see how all the guys, regardless of their age, look at you. I'm proud... no, that's not the right word." I thought for a second to choose my words wisely. I wanted her to know how I felt, but at the same time, not cross any lines. "When I'm with you, I feel like more of a man." I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. She bowed her head and blushed. The last thing I wanted to do was to push her away by saying the wrong thing.
She spoke softly, not looking at me. "I make you feel like more of a man? It's how I feel when I'm with you." She looked me in the eyes. "You make me feel like I'm sexy; like I'm pretty; like... oh shit, I don't know..."
She started to turn away, but I reached out and touched her chin, guiding her eyes back to mine. I had to just say it. I needed to say it and I think she needed to hear it. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever known; and you know in your heart of hearts I'm not just saying that. I hate what Dad has put you through, but these past few weeks that we've spent together... I wouldn't trade them for anything. I love you, Mom.""At our company headquarters here in the city. I take care of some high profile clients and they are all expected to be there. That means it's going to be a long day for your mom."
"You can handle it. You're the best."
She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you honey; I love you so much."
"I love you too." I watched her put on her lipstick. There's something so sexy about a woman putting on lipstick and makeup. That simple act made the butterflies dance in my belly.
"My boss is supposed to take us all out to eat tonight. I would much rather dine with my favorite man, but it's all a part of the whole deal. You'll be okay for lunch and dinner, right?"
"Yeah," I said, "don't worry about me. There are a couple of restaurants I'd like to try. I'll be here waiting for you when you get back."
She walked over to my bedside. "I'm looking forward to that." She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. The kiss lingered for a few seconds before she straightened up and said goodbye. I was so in love.
After spending a day in the city, I came back to the hotel and took a much needed shower. I put on my sleep shorts and t-shirt and waited for Mom to get there. We had texted a few times throughout the day. The latest saying she might be a little late. Around nine thirty I heard the keycard being slid into the lock on the door. I got up and went to meet my mother. The door opened and she threw herself in my arms.
"Oh Luv, I am so glad to see you," she said as she embraced me. "I thought those meetings would never end. I missed you, baby."
"I missed you too. I'm glad you're back." She kissed my cheek and we went into the bedroom together.
Mom sat in the chair at her vanity table and started to take her shoes off. I sat in the floor and beat her to it. I slid off one shoe and then the other. I massaged her feet, caressing them through her sheer pantyhose.
"Oh my god, Luv," she moaned. "That feels wonderful. Mmm, don't stop."
I rubbed her feet, heel to toe, gently massaging away her cares. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, clearly enjoying the foot rub.
"I like how your stockings feel; so soft and sexy." I ran my hand up her left calf. She took in a sharp breath. I repeated the motion on her right leg.
"Oh fuck," she blurted, "you made my whole body tingle."
I took extra time on her toes, applying just the right amount of pressure. Every time I would massage her legs, her body would shiver.
"Oh sweetheart," Mom said in a dreamy voice, "thank you so much. I needed that."
"I can keep going," I said.
"Oh, that's okay, Luv. I want to do something for you. Let me put on something more... comfortable."
She went into the bathroom while I waited on the bed. In a few minutes she reappeared wearing the sexy, black, low cut nightgown. My mouth dropped as she walked back into the room.
"Mommy's going to do something special for you," she said in her most seductive voice. "Lay on the bed for me."
I put my head on my pillow and gazed up at her. She showed me the bottle of lube in her hand.
"This is flavored lube," she said as she crawled onto the bed between my legs. "It's strawberry." She pulled my shorts down revealing my hard cock. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time." She squirted the cold lube on my dick, making me shiver. I couldn't speak. I was watching her, completely mesmerized. "Let's see how it tastes on this beautiful cock of yours."
She slid her mouth around my cock and sucked. The feeling of my mother's warm, wet mouth on my dick made me gasp. She pulled her mouth off and licked the tip. She cut her eyes up at me and smiled, then bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times. It was amazing.
"You feel so good, Mom," I finally managed to say.
"Do you like the way Mommy sucks your cock?"
"Yes," I breathed.
She continued bobbing up and down on my cock, occasionally licking it from bottom to top.
"Mommy's going to take it all in. I want to gag on my little boy's dick." She took my cock into her throat, pressing her lips to my pubic bone. I could hear her gagging and making retching sounds. She slid her mouth off and moaned, "Oh yeah baby; Mommy's gagging on your big cock!" Again she deep throated me. She pulled away again and said with a smile, "Honey, you've got stamina tonight."
"I don't know how," I rasped, "you're incredible; oh my god, Mom." She started bobbing her head on my prick again. Over and over she sucked and deep throated me. She started playing with my balls, then she put her mouth on my nut sack and sucked. I cried out in pleasure.
"Do you like that, baby? You like the way Mommy sucks on your balls?"
Before I could answer, she was slamming her hot mouth on my cock again. She worked it hard and fast. She wrapped her lips around the top and lightly bit.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?" She laughed deviously.
"Now Mommy's gonna make you cum," she said, still wearing that devilish grin. She took the bottle of lube and squirted some on her right index finger. I felt her hand move over and past my balls. I yelped loudly as she put her finger into my asshole.
"Oh my god," I gasped. "Mom, what are you doing?" Oh my god..."
She buried her mouth on my dick, caressed my aching balls with her left hand and massaged my prostate with her right forefinger.
The affect was quick and did exactly what she said it would do. My body went ridged and in what felt like an uncontrollable fit, I bellowed, "Oh Momma! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Mommy!"
My cock erupted inside of my mother's mouth. I came so hard I blacked out for a moment. My dick pulsed as she tried swallowing all of my seed. I heard gagging and guttural noises coming from her throat. She put her left hand on the base of my cock as she continued to swallow rope after rope of my sperm. Mom removed her finger out of my ass and finally took her mouth off my cock as she grunted loudly. Some cum had ran down the side of my dick. She greedily licked it off like a mad woman. She looked at me, showing me my cum in the corners of her mouth and on her lips. She opened her mouth and let me see my sperm on her tongue and hanging from her top teeth. Then in the obscenest way, closed her mouth, licked her lips and swallowed hard.
"You made a big creamy load for Mommy's belly. Your jizz tastes so good, baby. You make your mother so happy."
I was in stunned silence. I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. My mind was in freefall. She stood at the end of my bed with a wicked smile on her face.
"What's the matter, Luv? You didn't expect me to drain your balls like that, did you? Don't look so shocked. I know you liked it." She walked into the bathroom. I was staring at the ceiling with my heart still beating a million miles an hour. A few minutes passed, then she came back m and stood at my bedside.
"Are you okay," she asked in a serious voice.
"Um, yeah," I stammered, looking up at her. "I don't know what to say."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, I loved it, but oh my god Mom; that was unbelievable. I never imagined..."
"You never imagined your own mother could suck you off like a dirty whore?" She laughed.
"Well, if you want to put it that way, I guess so. I'm just in awe of you, Mom. You amaze me every day. I love you."
"I love you too, honey," she said as she leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. She started to get into her bed.
"Mom," I called out to her.
"Yes Luv."
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
She moved towards me and held out her hand. I reached out and took it. She led me to her bed where we cuddled and held each other close.
"Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, Luv."
I woke up the next morning to see that Mom was already awake. She was lying with her head on her pillow, just staring at me.
"No regrets?" she asked.
"No regrets," I said in a sleepy voice, "none whatsoever." She kissed me on the forehead and got up.
We spent the day in the city doing more touristy stuff. All that was okay, but I was enjoying being close to Mom more then anything. We went to, what looked like, an arcade. When I was young she would always take me to the local arcade and even play some games with me.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
"Sure honey, what's on your mind?"
"When we go back home; what's going to happen between me and you?"
She stopped and looked at me. "You mean the special, intimate time we've been sharing together?"
"Yeah," I said nervously, "that feels like kind of an issue we need to address."
"What do you want to happen?" she asked as she looked me in the eyes.
"I want to stay with you. The night I came back after Dad left, I knew I was where I belonged. I've been searching for a job and I seriously don't want to go anywhere else. I want to be yours."
She hugged me. "You're so sweet. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. You know that right?"
"Yes," I said, "no regrets."
"No regrets," she replied. An awkward silence fell between us. "Look," she pointed at a photo booth. It was the kind you put money into and it takes four pictures of you. "C'mon!"
She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards it. She fed the machine a dollar and we slipped inside, pulling the curtain closed. It was a tight fit.
A voice counted down, "Three... two... one..."
We smiled as the first flash went off. For the second one, we put our faces together; cheek to cheek.
"Look at me," I said, just before the third flash went off. At that point, I couldn't resist it any longer. I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her deeply and passionately. The fourth flash went off, but we didn't notice. She returned the kiss and I felt her tongue touch mine. She wrapped her hand in my hair as we kissed more intensely. I had never kissed anyone like that before. It was wild and frenzied. She moaned as we made out. Finally we broke apart, both of us breathing heavy. We composed ourselves and slid out of the little booth. Mom looked at the pictures.
"Wow," she said, "that was crazy." There we were in black and white. A moment captured in time. I touched her face and kissed her again.
"I love you so much," she said.
"I love you more."
After we got back to the hotel, Mom showered and began putting on her makeup for the gala that night. She was wearing a robe and had a towel wrapping up her wet hair. I watched her intently. She finally turned to me and smiled. My heart skipped a beat.
"When I get back tonight, we are going to do something we should have done a long time ago."
I knew exactly what she was talking about, but she didn't have to come right out and say it.
"Does it bother you when I watch you do your makeup?"
"No," she said, still smiling, "I think it's cute."
"Cute?" I said in mock surprise. "It's cute that I think you are the most gorgeous woman on the planet and I can't keep my eyes off of you?"
She blushed. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"You know I do."
She looked me in the eyes and said, "I am so in love with you." I walked over to her and gently kissed her on the lips. "Oh honey, you have to stop."
"I know. I don't want you to be late for your party," I said.
"When I get back," she said seductively, "it will be worth the wait."
I had to leave. If I would have seen her in that sexy red dress, I don't know if I could have controlled myself. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, I came back to the room, showered and got ready for my mother's return. I wore only my boxers.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the key card slide in the hotel room door. I pulled it open and before I could say anything, she threw herself into my arms and we kissed more deeply; more passionately; than I thought was possible. I heard the door close behind her. Time froze for a moment and my senses seemed to become super heightened. I could smell her sweet perfume. I could taste her glossy, red lipstick along with a taste of the wine on her tongue that she had drank at the gala. The feel of my mother's tongue in my mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure down my body. I felt her hands on the bare flesh of my back and my hands touching her dress with our arms wrapped around each other. I wrapped my fingers in her gorgeous blonde hair while she simultaneously jerked my boxers down. She moaned as we kissed more intensely; finally breaking apart.
"Come on, right now," she said breathlessly. She quickly led me to the bed, where we wrapped ourselves together again, rolling onto the bed. "Take off Mommy's panties."
I moved between her legs and pulled up the sexy, red sequin dress. I dove under and yanked her matching red panties down and off her legs, over her high heels. I ferociously licked her slit, making her cry out in pleasure. I kissed around her perfectly trimmed bush; teasing her with my tongue; finally sucking hard on her engorged clit.
"Oh goddamnit!" she screamed. She was gasping for breath. I teased her pussy with my forefinger as I sucked on her clit even harder. "Oh Michael!" she wailed, "That feels so fuckin' good, baby! Oh shit!"
I buried my tongue in her soaking wet cunt and rubbed her swollen clit in a circular motion. I heard her claw at the bed covers and kick her feet, causing one of her high heels to fly off as she was unable to form words. Mom's juices were getting all over my face.
"Michael! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, baby! Just like that! You're making your mother cum! Yes... oh goddamn! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She screamed as a torrent of cum flooded out of her pulsing pussy all over my face. It ran down my chin onto the inside of her dress, soaking all the way through to the bed covers.
"Does that feel good, Momma?" I asked. She responded with more moaning and screaming. I put my mouth back on her clit and slipped two fingers inside of her. She let out what sounded like a growl through clinched teeth. I finger fucked her hard and fast, sending her over the edge. She grabbed the headboard with both hands as her voice broke into an even louder scream. Her cunt exploded with cum again; shooting all over my hand and wrist. It had drenched the inside of her dress. I could feel another orgasm about to rock her body, so I added a third finger inside her throbbing pussy. She bucked and thrashed around like a savage animal; screaming over and over again. Her juices gushed all over me. She was in an uncontrollable, powerful orgasm.
"Oh fuck, baby!" she wailed. "Oh my fucking god, Michael!"
As she began to come down from her orgasmic bliss, I pulled her dress down and moved up her body. I kissed her hard full on the mouth. She broke the kiss and started licking her own juices off my face like a rabid dog. She bit my bottom lip and sucked hard. She put her tongue back in my mouth and we kissed again.
"Oh baby, I want to fuck you," she gasped. "I want to fuck my little boy. Mommy's going to fuck the shit out of you."
We rolled over where my mother was on top of me. I stared at her in that sexy, red sequin dress; her gorgeous blonde hair and those lust-filled eyes. She slid her pussy over my cock and began to ride it. Our eyes were locked as she slowly slid up and down on my rock-hard shaft.
"Oh my god," she moaned as I squeezed her breasts, feeling the material of the dress beneath my fingers. We gazed into what seemed like each other's souls. Her lips were slightly parted as she rhythmically rode my manhood.
"Momma," I gasped. "I love you so much." She didn't respond to me verbally, but instead arched her back and let out a loud cry of passion. My cock was covered in her juices and slid in and out of her cunt easily. She increased her rhythm; bouncing on my cock faster. I watched her tits bouncing in the sexy dress.
"Right there!" she wailed. "You're gonna make me cum again!"
"Cum for me," I begged. "Cum all over your little boy's cock!" Like some kind of perverted choreography, our hands grasped tightly on to each others.
I watched my mother in pure ecstasy, with her mouth agape, buck and writhe on my cock. She screamed as her pussy clamped down around my shaft; her juices spilling everywhere. I had to fight to stay in control and not cum inside her at that moment. She let out a hard breath as she let go of my hands and laid her head on my chest; trying to catch her breath. Mom's pussy was still over my hard cock. Without a word, I rolled her over on to her back and began pumping my cock in and out of her.
"GODDAMN!" she screeched. "Oh fuck!"
I caught her completely by surprise. She kicked her legs wildly, sending the other high heel flying across the room. I pounded her drenched fuck hole hard and fast. She once again grabbed the headboard as she let out a blood curdling scream. Our bodies were slapping together loudly. The bed was rocking as I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could.
"Michael!" she panted. "Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!"
I didn't. I relentlessly gave her every inch of my cock over and over again. I had to restrain myself again from cumming, but I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I put her legs on my shoulders and banged her cunt with all my might.
"Oh shit!" she growled. "You're about to make me cum again! Cum with me, baby! Fill your mother's pussy up with your hot load! Give it to me! Give it all to me, Luv! Right now!"
"Oh Momma! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I exclaimed.
I felt her pussy tighten as my cock exploded inside her. She grabbed me and dug her fingernails into my arms as we climaxed together. All the muscles in my body went taught as my dick erupted torrents of cum into her throbbing pussy. I almost blacked out from the all-consuming pleasure of the orgasm we were sharing together. It was something that neither one of us had ever experienced. She still had a death-grip on my arms, but I could feel her shaking. Mom's eyes were closed and her head was leaned back; totally lost in the moment.
"Oh Michael," she breathed. We were both panting; trying to regain our composure and catch our breaths. She moaned my name again. "Michael."
After she let go of my arms, I rolled off of her. We lay next to each other; covered in sweat. I had my eyes closed, but I felt her move next to me. I looked over to see her laying back down. She had taken off the red, sequin dress. Now she was completely naked; laying on her back. I repositioned myself where I could bury my face in her tits. Mom stroked my hair as I sucked on her nipples. She gasped and moaned as I licked and pinched them.
I could feel heat radiating off of both our bodies. We were drenched in sweat, but I felt my cock growing hard once again. After fucking her in that gorgeous dress and now seeing her body completely nude, it was like I couldn't get enough of her. I moved up where I could look down at her eye to eye. She reached up and touched my face with her left hand and grabbed my dick with the other. She could feel how hard it was.
"I want more," she said, seductively. "I want you to fuck me again. Can you do that for me, Luv? Will you give me that sweet cock right now?"
"Yes," I breathed. We kissed passionately. I loved the feeling of her tongue in my mouth. "Turn over."
I moved off of her so she could get on all fours. I gazed at her perfect ass. I felt lust burning through my body again. I slid my cock back into my mother's pussy.
"That's it," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby; fuck me hard."
I grabbed her hips and thrusted into her over and over again. She cried out in pleasure as my balls slapped against her ass. I gave each of her ass cheeks a couple of hard slaps; making her yelp.
"Yes! Yes!" she growled through clenched teeth. "Pound your mother's cunt! Fuck me like a fucking whore! Give it to me, Michael! Make Mommy cum again!"
My thighs began to burn as I banged her with all my might. I could feel another orgasm building inside both of us.
"Oh Momma!" I wailed. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fuckin' cum again!"
"Cum inside me!" she screamed. "Give me every last drop of your cum! Cum inside me! Goddamnit! Cum for your Mommy!"
I felt her cunt clamp down on my cock as it erupted inside of her. She screamed and wailed louder than I ever heard before as my dick emptied another huge load into her pussy.
"Oh fuckin' shit," she panted as she collapsed. I moved next to her, so I could look into her gorgeous, blue eyes again.
We laid there trying to catch our breaths. My emotions were in freefall. I had never experienced anything this powerful in my life. I gently stroked her blonde hair. She wiped some of the sweat off of my face.
"I love you," she said softly.
"I love you, Momma."
We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her. Our naked, sweaty bodies intertwined together. I ran my hand down her back and squeezed her ass; making her giggle. We broke apart, but continued staring into each other's eyes.
"I want to make you cum one more time, Momma." I whispered to her.
"Oh baby," she began, "I've never came that hard before and so many..."
Before she could finish, I slid back down between her legs. I slowly slipped two fingers back into her thoroughly pounded cunt; feeling her juices mixed with both of my loads. I was gentle; not showing any kind of aggression. With my other hand, I softly massaged her swollen clit. Our eyes locked again and her mouth was slightly open.
The orgasm seemed to take her by surprise. She suddenly gasped as her pussy squirted all over my hands. She gritted her teeth and swore loudly.
"Goddamn, baby!"
Her body shook uncontrollably as she moaned, "Oh my fucking god!"
I slid my cum covered fingers out of her pussy. I raised up and looked down at my mother's naked body. She was still trying to recover from the orgasm that had consumed her. After a solid minute, she finally spoke.
"My sweet boy. Momma's precious angel. I love you so much."
"I love you too," I replied. She sat up and took my hands in hers.
"No regrets?" she asked.
"Hell no," I said, smiling.
"I never want us to be apart again."
"I won't leave you; I need my mom in my life. I don't give a damn what Dad does. You are the most important person in the world to me. He can go fuck himself as far as I'm concerned." Mom laughed.
"When we get home," Mom said seriously, "I want us to start our lives together."
"I choose you," I said.
"And I choose you, Michael."
The bed was soaked in sex and sweat. We slept in the other bed that night. The next morning, we flew back home. She filed for divorce that very week. We were totally, absolutely and without a doubt, completely in love with each other. That weekend I had begun a romance with the love of my life. Every year on that anniversary, Mom wears the sexy, sequined dress as she fucks me.
Love is love, right? Even if it seems so wrong? The love between myself and my mother was perfect. No regrets. And we lived happily ever after.
The End