Chapter 2273 - MORE THAN JUST LOVERS

"Your nipples are hard, Cat."

I don't know who was more shocked by my uncle's comment, me or my mother? I glanced up from my plate of lasagna to my Uncle Gary, sitting at the other end of the kitchen table. He had a grin on his face, as though he was quite pleased with himself. He was also giving a blatant stare at mom's chest.

Uncle Gary is my mom's youngest brother and the middle child of three siblings. He's thirty-four, six years younger than mom, divorced, and born to raise hell.

After my uncle's wife left him, mom seemed to have taken pity on him, or maybe she feared that he could not cope with life as a bachelor again. Mom started inviting him over for meals occasionally and began delivering leftovers to him.

When my father's National Guard unit was deployed to Iraq, just a few months after I turned eighteen, Uncle Gary's invitations to supper became more frequent. Soon Sunday meals at our place became a regular event for him. It was a perfect arrangement. My uncle had someone to cook for him once a week and mom had some company, as well as someone to help out with chores that my father would normally have done when needed.

I was glad for my uncle's visits too. It gave me another guy to talk with and helped me to miss my dad a little less. I had not always been especially close with Uncle Gary, but we grew closer over the months. I also discovered that he was quite the opposite of my mother, Cathy, and prone to saying and doing things that most people would not consider, well... proper -- especially in the presence of his sister.

At first I wondered if I was misunderstanding my uncle's comments, or making too much out of what I heard and saw. The first time I noticed his hand slide down to mom's backside to give it a squeeze as he hugged her I thought he was just being playful. Then it happened again during his next visit. Sometimes he would comment on the clothes she wore and mention how they accentuated her shape -- especially her bust. It was then that I had to accept that my uncle's thoughts about mom were far from chaste at times. Perhaps a lot of the time.

It wasn't long after that when I too began to notice mom in ways that my uncle did. I had always considered my mother to be pretty and in great shape, especially for someone who's forty, but that eventually grew into more -- lust. Eventually Uncle Gary's comments about my mother's breasts, or how firm her ass was, began echoing in my mind. Although I knew fully well that it was unnatural and forbidden, the normal, healthy feelings I had for my mother turned into quite the opposite. I desired her in a way a son should not.

Mom isn't exactly prudish or up-tight, although one might think that if they only spent a little time with her. She's normally reserved and quiet. That's not to say she's aloof or proud -- just rather shy and introverted at times. She is the polar opposite of her brother. It's like my uncle got her share of gregariousness.

When my uncle made his comment about mom's hard nipples that Sunday I was somewhat shocked at first. Not shocked that they were hard because I had begun to notice them occasionally for over a week or more, but shocked that Uncle Gary could be so brash as to comment on them -- despite how obvious it was that they were rock hard. I knew he always spoke his mind, but this went beyond his usual playful banter. It was his sister that he was talking about after all. Still, the fact that it was my mother he was talking about did not stop a rush of excitement from coursing through me. I felt my cock twitch and my pulse quicken.

I felt guilty. But I suppose any eighteen year-old male would have reacted the same way -- whether it was his mother or not -- and especially if she was as pretty and shapely as my mother. But that is not something someone would be as honest about as I'm being.

After I gave my uncle a glance from across the table I shifted my eyes to my mother sitting to my right. She was wearing a short-sleeved dress. It was light blue and made her sapphire eyes stand out. There was a row of tiny white buttons running down the front of the dress and I noticed that the top two were undone. But what I especially noticed was how her stiff nipples stood out from the front of the dress. It was made of a thin material and hugged her chest, clinging to her breasts as she leaned over her plate of lasagna.

Mom's brilliant blue eyes met mine for a moment and she gave me a shy smile. I could tell she was embarrassed. Too embarrassed to say anything. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and she could not hold my gaze. She pushed her black hair over her shoulder, then lowered her head to her plate once more. She began pushing her food around with her fork.

"You shouldn't make comments like that about me, Gary." Mom's voice was soft and devoid of any trace of anger as she spoke. More than anything she seemed bashful.

"Come on, Cat, I've said worse." Uncle Gary was still grinning and I wondered if he was going to continue with his lewd comments now that he had clearly flustered mom.

"Yes, but not in front of Mark." Her eyes darted my way for an instant before returning to the table.

The rest of our meal was finished in near silence. It seemed as though my uncle had been shamed into restraining himself from making any more inappropriate remarks. Mom filled the awkward silence by telling him how dad was doing and informing him on all the bits of news he included in his daily emails to her from Baghdad.

Once we had finished eating mom put the leftover lasagna in the fridge and gathered our plates and utensils.

"You can take the rest of this lasagna home with you," she told my uncle as she put the casserole dish in the fridge.

"Thanks, Cat. You're a great cook. I'd starve to death if it weren't for you." Uncle Gary pushed his chair away from the table and ran a hand over his bloated stomach.

Mom turned from the dishwasher, smiling. "I don't think you have to worry about that," she said. "It looks like you've got enough fat stored up there for a while." She laughed, giving his round stomach a poke with her finger.

Uncle Gary jumped a bit as mom jabbed him with her finger. "Like you can talk! I think you've been eating a little too much of your own cooking lately, Cat." As he spoke, my uncle turned and reached for mom's ass. He gave it a hard squeeze through her dress, then ran his palm over her shapely rump.

Mom let out a squeal and lurched away from her brother's grasp, almost dropping the plate in her hand. "Stop it!" she cried out, swatting her hand at his.

I laughed, watching the antics of my mother and uncle, but I was also trying to hide my arousal. Just seconds before Uncle Gary had grabbed mom I too had noticed how her tight dress clung to the curves of her hips and ass. Her curvy body looked firm. I had been wondering if she felt as good as she looked. Now I really envied my uncle.

Mom stood in front of my uncle's chair. She did not appear angry at him, which surprised me. Actually, more than anything, she seemed quite self-conscious. Her eyes flitted towards me for a moment, then back to her brother.

"I guess I have put on a little weight since Dave left for Iraq," she said, frowning.

Almost immediately, I noticed the smirk on my uncle's face vanish. It was obvious that he felt bad for having offended and embarrassed mom. He looked up at her, then forced a smile.

"Hey, I never said you didn't look good," he said. "Besides, I think most of the weight went to your chest." As he spoke, my uncle reached up and gave mom's left breast a squeeze. His fingers curled around it as he pushed it up. Somehow his hand seemed small as he cupped her sizable breast in his palm, molding it into a large orb as he pushed it up.

Once again, mom let out a shriek and recoiled. Her breast fell with a bounce as she lunged away from her brother's grip.

Uncle Gary was laughing, but neither mom nor I were -- but each for much different reasons. She was shocked and mortified by her brother groping her, but I was rendered mute with lust and awe. After a few moments I became aware that I was staring slack-jawed at my mother's chest once more. Her nipple had stiffened and swollen again. It pushed out at the material of her dress. It was only when she turned to look my way that I realized I was leering at her. I lowered my head and kept silent.

Without a word, mom turned and resumed filling the dishwasher. Uncle Gary got up and poured himself a cup of coffee. A tense silence filled the kitchen once more. I wondered what my mom and uncle were thinking -- although I had a pretty good idea of what was on his mind. When he said he was going to the washroom and left the kitchen I felt even more nervous around my mother. She seemed to feel the same because it was over a minute before she spoke, then only tentatively.

"I'm sorry about all that." She had approached me to stand beside the table.

I shrugged. "It's not your fault, Mom," I said. "Uncle Gary's the one who's bein' bad."

Mom spat out a short, nervous laugh. "Yes, very."

Silence once again. Mom was looking at me, probably trying to think of something else to say to diffuse the tension. During the silence my eyes fell to the front of her dress again. A third button was undone now -- probably pulled open when she had jerked away from her brother's grasp. Her nipples were hard. They looked thick as they stood out against the swell of her breasts.

Mom's eyes followed mine. She looked down at herself and gave a dim smile, then raised her head. If she noticed that another button had worked itself open she wasn't bothered by it. Although her dress remained closed enough so it was not obvious.

Mom opened her mouth to say something, but as she did we heard the sound of footfalls as Uncle Gary returned. She wheeled around and went back to the dishwasher. She closed the door to it, then turned it on.

Uncle Gary sat back down at the table. He began asking me how my college classes were going and wondering if I was doing alright during my father's absence. Mom poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, listening to our conversation.

While I talked with my uncle I stole the occasional glance at my mother from the corner of my eye. Her ebony hair was pulled back over her shoulders and she was leaning back on the counter. The last thing I wanted was for her to notice my lingering glances, but I was enthralled by how her posture accentuated her chest. Her breasts were two firm mounds, capped by thick, hard nubs as she arched her back. For a moment I wondered if her posture was actually deliberate -- if she was trying to get Uncle Gary, or perhaps even me, to notice her. I had never wanted to touch her more than I did at that moment.

After Uncle Gary finished his coffee he glanced at his watch and stood up. "I should be getting home," he said. "Thanks again for the meal, Cat. Your cooking is the best!"

Mom followed my uncle out to the porch while he got his coat on. I was standing by the sink, my eyes shifting between her and my uncle.

"I don't know if it's the best," she said. "But at least it's one meal you don't have to cook. Plus, Mark and I enjoy your company and it gives me a chance to make one big meal a week." She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I just hope all the food your eat keeps going to your tits." Uncle Gary laughed as he surveyed mom's chest.

I probably should not have been surprised by my uncle's next move, but I was; so was mom, I think. As he hugged mom, my uncle slipped his right hand from her narrow waist, up to her chest. He cupped her right breast in his hand, grinning as he grazed her hard nipple with his thumb.

Instead of reacting in surprise or ire, mom simply eased back, pushing her brother away from her as she moved. "I think you need to find yourself a girlfriend, little brother." Her voice was soft and teasing, almost sexy.

Uncle Gary laughed. "If only I could find one as hot as you," he said, smiling. "Bye, Mark!" Uncle Gary gave me a wave.

"Bye, Uncle Gary."

"Bye, Kitty Cat." He winked at my mother.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," mom said, almost begging. She opened the fridge and handed him the leftover lasagna. "Don't forget this. I'll see you next Sunday."

I was still leaning against the counter by the sink when my uncle closed the door as he left. Mom paused a moment, then turned towards me. She gave me a faint smile and shrugged.

"What?" I asked, trying to fathom her expression.

Mom stepped closer and leaned on the counter beside me. "I guess sometimes it's easier to let him have a cheap thrill than fight with him."

"Mom!" I exclaimed, shocked at her acceptance of her brother's behavior.

She shrugged again and gave me a sideways look. She gave me a mischievous grin. I could feel the heat from her body radiating on me. It fueled my arousal and I forced myself to focus on her face.

"I learned long ago that what Gary wants most of the time is a reaction. When he doesn't get one, he stops doing whatever he's doing," she explained.

I let out a laugh. It helped to ease the tension I was feeling. "I don't know if that will work all the time though," I cautioned. "He might end up doing some things more if you don't stop him." I gave my mother a grin, assuming she knew what I was referring to.

"Like what?" Her blue eyes widened and she leaned back a bit.

"Like grabbing your boobs..." I explained. As if they were acting on their own, I felt my eyes move down the front of her dress as I spoke.

Mom glanced down, then back up to me. She had a smirk on her face as her eyes met mine.

"Oh... well, it's not like he does that very often. Besides, I know how to rein him in when he gets too carried away. Besides, he's fun to tease." She had a devilish grin on her face that I didn't recognize, but I liked it, a lot.

Astonished by her remark, I gave mom a look of surprise.

"It's not only Gary who likes to tease," she said in an impish tone.

Mom seemed amused by my reaction. She giggled and inched closer. When she draped her left arm around my shoulder I could feel her breast pressing against me. It felt firm and big. I began to get hard.

"Surprised?" she asked.

"Yeah -- I guess I just never thought about it before." I stammered.

"That your mom likes to tease?" Mom had a playful look on her face that I found exciting.

I nodded, unable to force words from my dry throat.

"Well, I do -- sometimes. And don't you think it's better that if I feel like being a little bad sometimes while your father's away that I am around Gary, rather than someone else?"

I thought about what she had said. Her words made a perverse kind of logic, although she was talking about her younger brother. I nodded again. "Yes," I said, wishing she would be bad around me too.

"And it's not like I'd ever cheat on your father. I love him too much too even consider it. Besides, Dave likes Gary and trusts him. He knows I'm Gary's Kitty Cat and accepts that things with us are... not typical." She gave me a cryptic smile.

"Like him grabbing your boobs..." Once again I looked down at them as I spoke the phrase.

Mom gave me a shameless smile and stepped away from me. "Yeah, like that."

Silence filled the kitchen once more. Dozens of thoughts and questions filled my mind, but I dared not voice any of them. My cheeks grew warm and I felt my cock twitch as I forced myself to remain focused on my mother's pretty face.

"Now I'm going to go have a long, hot bath. I'll be back down later."

"Okay," I mumbled, watching her hips sway as she walked out of the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of Pepsi and sat at the kitchen table. I listened to the sound of water running upstairs in the bathroom. When it stopped my mind was filled with the image of my mother, naked in the tub -- her tanned, wet skin glistening as she ran her soapy hands over her sexy body. After about a half hour I decided to go up to my bedroom to do some homework, hoping it would distract me from thoughts of mom.

When I heard the sound of water draining from the tub I looked up from my computer screen. A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open.

As mom passed the doorway to my bedroom she did a double-take. "Oh, there you are," she said, sounding surprised.

My heart raced. I could feel my cock stiffen as mom walked in to my room. She had a purple terrycloth bath towel wrapped around her. It came down to just above her knees. Her back hair was wet. It shimmered as it hung down over her bare shoulders towards the curves of her breasts, covered by the towel. I swallowed hard as my eyes darted down. She was clutching the towel around her so her right forearm pushed her breasts upwards. Above the towel I could see some cleavage. Beads of water ran down her tanned skin towards the few inches of round flesh not covered by the towel.

"Homework or video games?" she asked, peering over my shoulder at my computer monitor.

"Homework," I told her.

"My third guess was going to be porn." She giggled.

"No, just homework," I assured her.

"What do you want to bet that Gary's looking at porn right now?" she asked with a laugh.

"It's probably a safe bet."

"If he knew that all I had own right now was a towel, he'd be on his way back over here." Mom laughed again and from the corner of my eye I noticed her breasts jiggle.

"Shall I call him?" I looked up at her. I grinned as I reached for my cell phone beside my computer.

"Don't you dare!" she gasped.

I was still looking up at my mother, running my eyes over her as I held my cell phone, when an idea came to me. I turned the phone on and aimed it at her. "How about I send him a photo instead?" I suggested, only somewhat seriously.

Instead of immediately dismissing the notion, mom paused a moment. I noticed her full lips form into a smile as she thought. "Okay -- what the hell!" she said with a giggle.

"Really?" I asked, not quite able to believe that she had agreed to my suggestion.

"Sure. Why not? Everything is covered, isn't it?" Mom looked down and tugged the towel tighter as she spoke.

"Well, almost," I teased."

Mom tilted her head down again to examine herself. "Almost?" she questioned, furrowing her brow.

"I can see a bit of cleavage," I said, staring.

Mom's eyes fell to the front of her towel once more. She tugged at it a bit and wiggled. "He's seen more than that," she said, seeming unfazed.

I could feel sweat forming on my palm. My heart raced as I pushed my chair back. I ran my eyes up and down my mother's body, covered by only the tight towel. She seemed somewhat nervous as she watched me. Her arms were folded under her breasts, pushing them upwards. Now I could see even more cleavage. I was pretty certain that it was intentional on her part.

"How's this?" she asked, seeming unsure.

"Great. Lots of cleavage for him to see." I felt no need to lie or to be discrete since she obviously seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. Almost.

"Too much?" she asked, glancing down.

"Not enough," I shot back.

"Yeah -- Gary would love it if I just dropped the towel and flashed him."

I gave an emphatic nod. "Ready?" I asked.

"Yes. Take it before I chicken-out," she urged.

I pointed the cell phone at mom, trying to control my quivering hand. She leaned back against my computer desk and gave a seductive smile. I pressed the button.

Once I had taken the photo mom moved over behind me. She leaned over my shoulder, eager to see how she looked. As I held the phone up to allow her to look at the image on the tiny screen my eyes shifted to my right. Her towel had slipped down some as she leaned over, revealing more of her round breasts. Beads of water clung to them. I licked my lips, staring at them and the deep cleft between them.

I was not aware of what mom was saying as she looked at the photo I had just taken. When she moved her eyes from the display screen they locked on mine. She gave me a wide smile.

"Getting an eyeful?" she asked, teasing. Her eyes met mine as she smiled.

"You've got more than an eyeful," I shot back. I dared be that bold because I could tell from her tone of voice that she was not bothered by my leering, which surprised me.

"I thought that the expression was 'more than a handful'," she corrected with a smirk.

"Well, you've got more than a handful too," I added, unable to suppress a smirk. "You should let me take another photo so Uncle Gary gets a better look."

Mom gave a sexy laugh as she looked down at herself, then back to me. "Oh... he's already gotten plenty of looks at them," she said with an enigmatic smile.

I was about to say something when she interrupted me.

"I'm going to go put some clothes on before you try to talk me into more photos. Send him the photo and tell him it was my idea." She left my bedroom, leaving me alone with my questions and taboo thoughts.

After mom got dressed she returned downstairs. My mind was not on homework, but I stayed upstairs for close to another hour or so. I wanted to be around her. Just to look at her. But right then I was so driven by lust that I almost didn't trust myself not to do or say something rash that I would regret.

When I started making my way down the stairs that evening I could hear the sound of the television. Mom was curled up on the couch, watching some crime drama. She was wearing a long white skirt that barely covered her knees and a loose-fitting pink blouse. I sat down beside her, more interested in her than the tv show.

"I sent the photo," I said.

"Have you heard back from him yet?" she asked, sounding anxious.

"No."

"I hope he likes it," she said.

My mom's concern surprised me. She looked stunning. There was no doubt in my mind that Uncle Gary would not only like the photo, but probably beg for more. I was also surprised that she was obviously enjoying teasing her younger brother so much. Still, I was also benefiting from it so I was not about to question it.

"You're kidding, right?" I gave mom a surprised stare.

"No," she said. "I meant it."

I let out a quiet laugh as I shook my head.

"What was that for?" Mom shifted on the couch to face me as she asked the question.

"Because you look great, mom. Uncle Gary's only complaint will be that you left too much covered."

"Well, I probably showed a little more than I should have, but it's not like he hasn't seen that much before."

"Oh --," I said, raising my eyebrows. "And just how much has he seen?"

Mom never replied. She gave me a modest smile, apparently hoping I would guess the rest. That was not good enough for me, however.

"How much has he seen?" I pressed, feeling my lust building.

"Just my boobs," she admitted, seeming almost ashamed.

"You mean -- "

"Yes. Topless," she added.

I was not able to hide my surprise, and probably more than a little lust. My eyes grew wide. "When was this?"

"Years ago," she said. "You were little. Your father was away for the weekend with The National Guard. Gary came over because I was having trouble with the computer. Well, you know what he's like... it wasn't long before he was trying to feel me up. I didn't stop him. I know I should have, but I thought he'd just want a quick feel. I guess I owed him that much for fixing my computer, so I let him." She let out a nervous giggle.

"What did he do?" I asked, eager to hear more details.

"He had me backed against the computer desk and was... you know... feeling me." She paused a moment and gave me a nervous smile. "Then he pulled my top up. It happened so fast that I couldn't stop him. I wasn't wearing a bra, so they were right there for him to see." She grinned and laughed at her own bawdiness.

"What happened?" I wasn't about to let her end her recounting just yet. I was getting more turned-on by the instant and craved more details of her illicit tryst with her brother. My hard cock pushed up at the front of my jeans and I wondered if she could tell that I was hard as nails.

"You can imagine what happened," she said. "He played with them for a while -- until I made him stop."

"Wow, mom," I breathed, unable to hide my surprise.

"I know. It was really slutty of me. I convinced myself that I let it happen because I missed your father and got carried away."

"No," I blurted out. "I didn't mean that it was slutty of you -- just... naughty."

Mom smiled, seeming relieved and maybe even a little pleased by my reaction.

"Was that the first time he'd seen them?"

"Yes, and the last. Except for when he peeks down my top sometimes," she explained with a giggle.

I nodded, unsure of what else to say.

"So, you haven't lost respect for me?" Mom seemed worried and almost afraid of my answer.

"No, of course not!" I assured her.

Mom beamed a smile at me as her blue eyes glimmered. She leaned towards me and threw her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tight. Instantly I was aware of her breasts pressing against me. They felt wonderful. Big and firm. I slid my arms around her waist and hugged her. I could smell a mixture of soap and shampoo. The scent was feminine. Sexy. I closed my eyes and inhaled, feeling her soft hair caress my cheek.

As I slipped my hand up mom's back I realized that I felt no bra strap beneath her blouse. I pulled her tighter to me, feeling her breasts move and rub over my chest as I glided my hand over her back.

"No one else knows about what I just told you." Mom's breath was warm as it washed over my neck.

"Don't worry; I'll never tell anyone," I promised.

"Thanks," she breathed, sounding very relieved.

Mom shifted her hips and wiggled closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her body relax against mine. "It's been so long since anyone has held me." Her voice was soft, sexy as she spoke.

"I bet Uncle Gary would." I teased.

"Yes, then he'd try to unbutton my blouse." She let out a soft giggle.

"He'd be happy that you're not wearing a bra," I joked.

Mom straightened up and gave me a surprised look. "How can you tell?"

My eyes immediately moved from her wide eyes, down to the front of her blouse. It was stretched tight across her chest now so the size so the contours of her breasts were plainly obvious. Her thick nipples stood out like two bullets from the pink cotton. I licked my lips as I stared.

"It's pretty obvious that you aren't."

"I think you're spending too much time around Gary," mom said, sounding only somewhat serious.

"Why?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Because now you're staring at me like he does."

"I can't help but admire a beautiful woman," I said, trying to sound like I was almost joking.

Mom's expression grew serious, concerned. She was sitting up, holding my forearms. "But, I'm your mother, Mark."

I gave my mother a chastened look, thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry, Mom," I mumbled.

"I'm not mad, honey. It's just that it's not appropriate." Her voice was less stern now, which relieved me.

"Less appropriate than when Uncle Gary does what he does?" I countered.

I could tell that mom was struggling for an answer and maybe getting annoyed. I decided that I had better diffuse the situation before she got angry with me.

"All I do is look," I said. "What guy wouldn't?"

Mom smiled and I could tell it was against her better judgement. "Up until now I was thinking that us spending time together while your father's away was good for us. Now I'm not so sure."

"Why?"

"Because I think that sometimes you look at me as someone other than your mother, or have feelings for me that you shouldn't."

Mom was absolutely right and I did not know how to deny it. I stared at my lap while I thought. "You liked it earlier when I held you, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes, but -- "

"Then it's no different," I said. "I'm not saying that was inappropriate, but neither is it when I look at you sometimes. It's only natural. You're a beautiful woman, Mom."

Mom sighed. I could tell she had run out of arguments. She also seemed frustrated -- either at me or herself. Maybe both of us.

"It's so hard with your father being away. I worry constantly about that knock on the door. Then I have work and all the usual stuff around here that he would help me with. It's not that I don't appreciate what you do, but I miss your father so much." Her voice began to quiver as she spoke.

I saw pools of water forming in mom's eyes. Moments later, tears began to roll down her face. I took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to me again. She sobbed into my chest for a good ten minutes while I held her and rubbed her back. I told her that I loved her and that dad would be okay.

After a while mom straightened her back and forced a smile. She wiped her wet cheeks and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. "Don't tell Gary about this. He'll only make fun of me for being a big baby."

"No, he'd be worried about you," I said. "But I won't tell him."

"Thanks." Mom smiled again and kissed my cheek.

My hands were on her waist, just above her hips, but my eyes had wandered down to the front of her blouse again. Guilt and arousal welled inside me as I focused on her stiff nipples. She tilted her head down, following my gaze, then back up. She smiled.

"Gary's missing a show," she said, almost laughing.

"Yeah, a better one than this afternoon." I didn't bother to look up as I spoke.

"Why? Because I'm not wearing a bra."

I looked at her, nodding, then grinned.

"You are bad as Gary!" She let out a quiet laugh.

"I think you're really as bad as him, but hide it better," I suggested.

"No way!" she said, sounding emphatic, then chuckled.

"Uncle Gary doesn't care if people know what he's like. You're more subtle about it, but just as bad," I told her.

Mom thought about my observation for a moment. The corner of her mouth curled up, then a wide smile appeared. "Maybe you're right," she concluded.

"Maybe?" I shot back.

"Okay, you are, I guess," she relented.

"But that's okay. I like knowing you can be like that," I said.

"I think it's because your father's away. I miss him so much and when I'm around Gary I need to blow off some steam."

I gave her an understanding nod. "You can around me too, you know."

"I... I think you misunderstood me, honey."

I gave my head a shake, then grinned. "No."

"Mark, you're my son." She said the words as if they needed no further explanation as to how taboo my suggestion was.

"And Uncle Gary's your brother..." I added.

Mom sighed. She gave me an exasperated look, then smiled a bit. "I think it's time for me go go to bed. I'm tired and no match for your debating skills right now." She kissed my cheek and got up from the couch.

"Night, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, honey."

I stayed downstairs until I was sure that mom was asleep, then went upstairs as quietly as I could. Lying in the dark, I stroked my cock, while thoughts and images of my mother reeled in my mind.

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I barely paid any attention to my instructors during classes that Monday. My mind was consumed with thoughts of my mother. I also spent a good amount of time wrestling with guilt over my forbidden thoughts for her and trying to rationalize my feelings. After quite some time I managed to convince myself that regardless of what most people might think, my feelings for my mom were a private matter and that I was harming no one.

I guess essentially what I had decided to do was seduce my own mother. I had seduced girls before, but this was far beyond that sort of thing. This was something that was not only forbidden by polite society, but technically illegal -- although seldom enforced, if one is to believe the statistics.

Ironically, someone who was unwittingly helping me was Uncle Gary. I realized that his ribald behaviour and comments around mom seemed to be chipping away at her thin facade of morality and modesty. That, coupled with her missing dad during his deployment, made it easier for me to whittle away at her resistance. Through patience and perseverance I was sure that I could have her.

Yes, I realize that all this sounds cunning and calculated -- devoid of any sort of love or passion. But that is far from how I felt. I love my mother. I did not see her as a conquest. I wanted to be with her; not simply have her.

I arrived home over an hour before mom was due from work that afternoon. I poured myself a Pepsi and went up to my bedroom to check my email. As I had expected, there was a reply from Uncle Gary. It was brief, but succinct.

Beautiful! Got any more?

I laughed aloud when I read his email, then replied, telling him that photo was all I had. I was sorry to have to disappoint him, but I wished I had more photos as much as he did.

When I heard Mom's car in the yard some time later I grew excited. I hurried down the stairs to greet her.

"How were classes?" she asked, hanging her jacket on a coat tree in the corner.

"Boring."

"Work was slow today," she said. "Not that I'm complaining."

Mom walked over and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. I could smell her perfume. It was musky and excited me even more. I ran my hand up her back, gliding my fingers over her blouse. Beneath it I felt her bra, as I had expected. She was wearing a black skirt that left her knees exposed. I ran my eyes up her legs, wishing I could run my hand up under her skirt.

"Uncle Gary sent me an email about your photo."

"Oh, what did he say?" She sounded excited as her wide eyes met mine.

"Beautiful! Got any more? That's a quote."

Mom let out a loud laugh. "I hope you told him that was the only one."

"Yeah, but I don't know if he'll let up. He'll probably beg for more."

"Knowing him, he will," she said. "But that's all he's getting."

"Awwww..." I gave an exaggerated frown as I pouted.

Mom laughed again. "Great! Now I'll have both of you begging for more." She rolled her eyes and gave her head a shake.

"No, mom. I was only joking," I blurted out, hoping to avoid any suspicions about my taboo thoughts.

Much to my surprise, mom leaned forward and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her touch was soft and comforting. "I've seen how you look at me, Dave." Her words sounded more like an accusation than just an observation.

I struggled for words, but nothing I thought of saying sounded sincere or honest. My eyes shifted from hers to the floor. I swallowed hard, dreading what she might say next.

"I'm not mad, honey," she said, as if reading my mind. "It's just that we both know it's not right for you to have those sorts of feelings for me."

I raised my eyes to her, trying to not admit any guilt.

"You do -- don't you?" she asked.

"It's no different than Uncle Gary," I asserted.

"It's not right when he does it either," she countered.

"But, you said that it's easier to let him have a cheap thrill than fight with him."

Mom opened her mouth to say something, or maybe she already had. I never heard her because my hand was moving up to her left breast. My fingers curled around it as I pushed it up. I couldn't fit it all in my palm, although I tried. It was very firm and I began squeezing it as I moved my hand over it. Soon I felt her nipple harden. My fingers brushed over it, feeling it grow even thicker. I gave it a gentle pinch. It was and long, although it was covered by her blouse and bra. Mom gasped and looked down to my hand. She was either too surprised or excited to stop me. I hoped it was the latter.

After a few moments mom managed to pull herself away from my grasp. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked down and gave an embarrassed gasp when she realized that her nipples were standing out prominently from the front of her blouse. She tugged at it, trying to conceal her arousal.

"You mustn't ever do that again, David," she said, her voice sounding breathy.

"Don't worry, I'll never tell Uncle Gary," I promised.

"That's not the point," she snapped "That is not something a son should do to his mother."

I nodded, knowing she was right. But I also knew, or was reasonably sure, that she liked it as much as me, judging by how hard I'd made her nipples and how flushed her cheeks were. I smiled at her.

"Are you afraid he'll find out, or of what he'll think?" I asked.

Mom never answered. I waited a while, but there was nothing but silence. When she didn't respond I placed my hands on her hips and eased her closer to me. Her stomach brushed over mine and her breasts grazed my chest.

"Do you like it when Uncle Gary touches you?" I asked.

Mom's eyes met mine. She had a pleading look on her face, as if she wished I had not asked that question. I knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.

"Sometimes... a little." Her voice was barely audible.

"What about when he does it in front of me?"

"It... it embarrassed me at first. Then I noticed you watching and I wondered if you liked it."

"I do." I admitted.

Mom let out a shy giggle as she lowered her eyes to the floor. "It made me feel slutty -- like when I'd let him feel me years ago."

"But you liked it..." I added.

Mom raised her eyes to mine and nodded. She gave me a dim smile.

When I began fumbling with the top button of her blouse, mom did not stop me. She tilted her head and watched silently. One by one I undid the buttons of her blouse until it was open as far as the top of her skirt. I tugged at it, pulling it from inside her skirt, then unfastened the remaining buttons. I pulled it open wide. Her white bra held her breasts firmly, pushing them up into two firm mounds. I ran my hands over it, teasing her hard nipples through the material. She watched me fondle her, but said nothing. Her breathing had quickened and her cheeks were rosy. It was only when I began pulling her blouse off of her shoulders that she resisted. She eased back, giving me a wary look.

"Someone might come in," she said.

Instead of replying, I took her hand in mine. Her skin felt soft. She gave no resistance as I lead her out of the kitchen, towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. It was there I felt her balk.

"Don't you feel like being bad?" I asked.

"Yes, but we shouldn't -- "

"No one will ever know," I said.

"I will." Mom gave me a gentle shove, then turned and ran up the stairs. A few seconds later I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

I slunk back to the kitchen, feeling ashamed and frightened. I wanted to go up to her room to try to say something to comfort her or to make things better, but I didn't dare to.

Mom never left her bedroom that evening. I was still tempted to go up and try to diffuse the situation but could not think of what I thought to be the right words. Besides, I thought that it was probably best to let her have some space, rather than doing or saying something that might make the situation worse.

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I returned home from school before mom the next day. She had left for work while I was in the shower that morning so we had managed to avoid one another. I dreaded seeing her during supper and wondered if she felt the same.

During supper mom was polite, but aloof. She asked about my day and talked about hers a bit, but the conversation was stilted. Soon after I finished eating I excused myself, saying I was going up to my room to do homework. I stayed there for the rest of the evening. It was only about an hour after I heard mom go to bed that I turned out my light and went to bed too.

This became the new status quo for me and mom for the next few days. When we spoke it was perfunctory and tense and we avoided one another as much as possible. I hated it and blamed myself. Still, I did not know what to do or say to change things.After supper Friday night I went out with friends to a movie. I was glad for a change in my routine of hiding in my room until mom went to bed. I guessed that she may have also been glad to have me out of the house for an evening.

I returned home late that night, timing my arrival when I thought that mom would have already gone to bed. The downstairs was in darkness when I got home. I crept upstairs as quietly as I could.

When I left the bathroom I noticed a thin strip of light shining from under mom's bedroom door. I was surprised that she was still awake. AsI crept by her room I heard her call out to me.

"Dave, is that you?"

I wanted to laugh, wondering who else she might have thought it was. "Yes," I said, turning towards her closed door.

"Come in," she said.

Feeling sheepish and nervous, I turned the knob of the door. When I stepped inside i found my mother sitting up in bed. A small lamp on the night stand was the only light in the room. She was wearing one of dad's white shirts. her hair was slightly damp, indicating that she had showered earlier. She was holding a black laptop on her thighs, which were covered by a thin blanket.

"I got an email from your father. Want to read it?"

"Of course."

As I stepped closer to the bed mom slid towards the middle. She patted the mattress, indicating for me to sit down. I joined her on the bed and she wiggled closer to me, then turned the laptop so I could read dad's email.

I read the email twice. While I read mom watched me. She was smiling and seemed happier than she had in days. It was a relief and made me feel much less nervous.

Once I had finished dad's email I turned towards mom. I gave her a loving smile. Her left shoulder was pressed to mine and her elbow as against my side. I could smell her hair and it excited me. As my eyes moved down I noticed that the shirt she wore was unbuttoned enough to allow me to see some of the side of her right breast. I ran my eyes down it's curve it until I noticed her nipple rising from beneath the shirt. Through the white cotton I detected it's dark hue.

"I... I wasn't expecting you home so soon." Mom sounded nervous. As I looked up she was pulling the shirt closed tighter. "Sorry," she said.

"Sorry for what?" I was puzzled by her apology.

"My shirt... I didn't realize that --"

"I should be the one apologizing," I said, avoiding her eyes.

The silence between us was only seconds, but it seemed like forever until she spoke.

"Is everything between us okay?" she asked.

"Uh.. sure," I said, although I was not sure in the least.

"I miss your father so much. These emails are the most important part of my day -- just to know he's safe. But when things with you and me are tense I can't stand it."

"Me either," I said."

"I love you so much, honey."

"I love you too, Mom."

Mom smiled at me. She closed her laptop and pushed it towards the bed, then turned and put her arms around me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to me.

Mom and I never said a word. We didn't have to. Our embrace said more than words. When she leaned away our hands were still on one another's waists. It was only when my gaze moved down from her beaming eyes that I noticed that her shirt had come open again, only wider than earlier. I stared at her partially exposed breasts, noticing how they hung down slightly with a graceful curve, capped by her thick nipples. Were her shirt to move aside a few inches on either side her nipples would be exposed. I waited. Hoping.

Mom's bright eyes moved down to her gaping shirt. She examined herself, then smiled. Her eyes moved back up to meet mine.

"Well, I suppose it's too late for me to button it. You've already gotten a look."

It wasn't so much what mom said as her tone of voice that surprised me and turned me on even more. I nodded, unable to say anything.

"Promise you won't tell Gary about this...?"

"No, he'll never know what I just saw," I promised.

"No... about this," she elaborated.

I watched as mom unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way. Her eyes looked wistful as she stared into mine. She shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders and slid it down her arms. Her bare breasts shook a bit as she moved. My eyes moved down from her shoulders to her dark nipples. They were almost as thick as my fingertip and very hard as they pointed towards me.

Mom tossed the shirt behind her then sat up straight, resting her palms on her thighs, covered by the blanket. She appeared both nervous and impish as she displayed herself for me.

"You're beautiful, Mom," I breathed, admiring her full breasts.

"Thanks," she whispered.

I continued to ogle and admire my mother's half-naked body. Her skin was smooth and looked soft. I ran my eyes over every inch I could see, spending the most time on her breasts. They were round and firm, with mahogany nipples that were thick and hard. Ringing them were slightly lighter areolas. When mom leaned forward a bit and slid closer to me her breasts swayed and appeared even rounder. I sat there, mesmerized.

"You've thought about this before, haven't you?" Her voice was silky.

"Yes," I admitted with a nod.

"Me too," she confessed. "But I was afraid that someone would find out."

"No one will ever know," I promised. " How long have you thought about it?"

"Not as long as you I don't think." she giggled and gave me a knowing smile.

Beneath the blanket mom's knees were pressing against my thigh. The blanket had fallen down around her hips. I could see a few inches of her panties. They were black and had lace around the side. I hooked my finger in the waistband and smiled.

"Sexy," I said.

"I have a bra that matches them," she told me. ""I'm glad you're not wearing it," I joked.

Mom let out a laugh, perhaps from nervousness, and her breasts jiggled. I watched them move. I was still staring at my mother's beautiful body when I felt her take hold of my right hand. Her skin was soft and warm and her touch gentle. She guided my hand up to her left breast. She placed my palm on it, then pressed down, encouraging me.

"Did you think I was going to let you see but not feel?"

"I... I didn't know." I said, forcing the words out.

Mom arched her back and rested her hands on either side of her hips. Her breasts rose from her chest towards me. I squeezed her left one harder, feeling the nipple with my fingertips.

"Go ahead, I'm not going to stop you this time. I want it to happen as much as you," she said.

I held my mother's heavy breasts in my trembling hands, pushing them up and cupping one handful after another. After a while mom closed her eyes. She threw her head back a ways and let out a soft moan. I lowered my wet lips to her right nipple. When I began to suck and tease it with my tongue her moaning grew louder. I moved my mouth from one nipple to the other, sucking and pulling at them with my lips as I continued to grope her breasts. Her nipples were thick and shiny after a few minutes and I tugged at one with my fingers.

"Mmmm... that feels so good," she moaned from between clenched teeth.

When my fingertips slipped inside mom's panties I don't think she noticed at first. It was only as I began running my fingers over her thin strip of hair that she reacted. She gasped and pulled away, looking down.

"I... I didn't say you could touch me there, honey." Her voice was ragged and she was breathing heaver.

"You didn't say I couldn't." I grinned and eased my fingers down another few inches.

Mom let out a gasp and clutched fistfuls of the blanket as I pressed down on her clit. It was hard and wet with her juice. Before she could protest I glided my hand down over her wet lips. They were dripping with her juice. I cupped her wet folds in my palm and pressed down, moving back up to her swollen clit.

"Oh... god..." she cried out.

Two of my fingers slid inside my mother quite easily. I felt her grip me as I buried them in her, then began moving them in and out. As mom's breathing grew more rapid, so did the movements of my fingers. I plunged them in and out, feeling her squeeze them deep inside her.

I was lost in a mixture of passion and lust. While I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of my mother's tight pussy I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples. She gasped and cupped my head in her hands. Moments later she cried out loud.

Mom gave my fingers one last hard squeeze as I buried them in her, pressing on her throbbing clit with my thumb.

"Oh god... Mark." her voice seemed to echo throughout the house as she came.

Mom fell backwards on to the bed, breathing hard and smiling as she stared at the ceiling. Although they were covered by the blanket I could tell that her thighs were parted wide. After a minute or so she turned to me and smiled.

"Wow..." she breathed.

I smiled and brushed her hair aside, then kissed her flushed cheek.

Mom looked down to her shirt. As if she had only realized it at that moment, she seemed embarrassed about being exposed. She pulled her shirt closed and tugged the blanket up.

I don't know what to say," she said.

"I love you," I told her.

She reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. "I love you too."

I laid down beside mom. She rolled over and rested her head on my chest. I draped an arm over her shoulders and kissed her forehead. We stayed like that for about fifteen minutes, until she raised herself up on an elbow.

"You should be getting to bed so I can get some sleep," she told me.

"I'm already in bed," I answered.

She narrowed her eyes in a sign of mock reprimand, then smiled.

"Okay," I relented.

I kissed her cheek once more before reluctantly getting up. My fingers were still wet with her musky juice as I lay in my bed. I wrapped them around my cock and stroked it while I thought about what had just happened.

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When I awoke the next day I was surprised to discover that it was ten o'clock. I had not planned on sleeping that late. I sat up in bed and ran my fingers through my hair.

On my night stand was a note. When I read it I saw it was from mom.

Gone shopping. Be back later. Love, Mom

I smiled and felt relieved as I read the note. I took it as a sign that she was not trying to avoid me, which hopefully meant that she did not regret what had happened the night before.

I had a quick shower, then got dressed. I was in the kitchen, half-way through ating a bowl of cereal when I heard mom's car in the yard. I looked out to see her bringing in bags of groceries.

"There's more in the back seat," she said as she walked past me.

When I was bringing the remainder of the groceries in to the kitchen mom had begun putting them away. I stood by the table, watching her and wanting to pull her to me. She must have read my mind because she gave me several teasing looks as she moved about.

"Want to see what else I bought?" she asked once the groceries had been put away.

"Sure."

Mom picked up a blue plastic bag from the counter and pulled a dress from it. It was white, with tiny pink and blue flowers over it. When mom held it up to her I was able to get a better look at it.

My mother's new dress had a plunging neckline and buttons running down to the waist. Below that it was pleated and seemed like it would leave a good amount of her thighs bare. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Like it?" she asked.

"Yeah... it's sexy," I said.

Mom seemed nervous as she smiled, but I could tell that she agreed with me -- which is why she probably bought it, I assumed.

"I'm going to go try it on," she said, then went upstairs.

It wasn't quite a few minutes after mom had gone up to her bedroom when my lust and curiosity got the best of me. I hurried up the stairs, stepping towards mom's bedroom quietly.

Mom's bedroom door was open a few inches. I pushed on it and stepped inside. Mom was standing in front of her bed with her back to me. She was still wearing her bra and was sliding her skirt down her legs.

"Hey, beautiful,"I said.

Mom let out a quiet shriek and whipped around, clasping her arms over her chest, then she smiled.

"I couldn't wait to see how the dress looks on you," I told her.

"I was about to put it on." She turned her back to me and stepped into the dress. She pulled it up over her shoulders, then turned around again.

Mom was wearing a pale blue bra that pushed her breasts up. They stood out from her open dress. I smiled, thinking how lovely she looked.

"Are you going to wear this when Uncle Gary comes over tomorrow?" I asked.

"Probably." She had already begun to do up the buttons of her new dress, starting at the bottom.

I stepped over to mom and held her hands. I looked into her eyes and smiled. "It would look a lot better if you didn't wear a bra," I said.

Mom looked at me wide-eyed. She peered down to the front of the dress, then back up at me. "No," she said, shaking her head.

Undaunted, I tugged at her dress, sliding it from her shoulders and down her arms.

"Mark, I need to wear a bra with this," she insisted, attempting to stop me from pulling her dress down.

"Let's see how it looks," I coaxed.

Mom smiled, relaxing her arms. "I think you just want an excuse to see my boobs again," she surmised.

"Who wouldn't," I shot back.

Mom giggled, but it seemed as though she was flattered, or maybe a little horny.

I slid her bra straps down her arms. Her breasts fell free from the cups with a bounce. She unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed. She stood there for a minute, allowing me to admire her, then she pulled the dress up over her shoulders.

I watched as mom began buttoning up her dress, then stopped her when there were three buttons from the top left undone. I held her hands in mine, smiling.

"That's enough," I said.

"But -- "

"Let's see how it looks." I held her hand in mind and guided her over to the bureau so she could look in the mirror.

I stood behind mom as she looked at her reflection. The dress clung to her, highlighting the contours of her breasts and stiff nipples. I placed my hands on the curves of her hips and kissed her neck. She smiled.

"You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear.

Mom straightened her back, pushing her breasts out at her dress more. I held her hips and pressed myself to her. As she moved her hips I could feel her ass pressing against my hard cock. I moved a little, grinding against her. She turned her head around a ways, smiling.

"I can tell you like what you see." She wiggled her hips a bit, rubbing over the bulge in my jeans.

Encouraged by her bawdiness, I gripped her hips tighter and pushed my crotch harder into her firm ass. Mom let out an impish laugh and leaned forward some, resting her palms on the bureau. In the mirror I saw her hair hanging down over her shoulders and her breasts swaying down the front of her dress. I reached around and unbuttoned a few more of the buttons of the dress, then pulled it open wide. Mom's breasts fell loose, swaying and hanging down as she leaned over, smiling.

"You look so hot, Mom," I said, running my fingertips up and down her spine.

I look wanton," she said, looking at my reflection. "And I feel it."

When I slid a hand up the inside of mom's left thigh she never protested. I rubbed her pussy through her damp panties, feeling it's heat and moisture. She let out a soft gasp of surprise when I began pulling her panties down, but said nothing. Once they were around her ankles I tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist.

Mom's ass was round and firm as she bent over her bureau. I ran my eyes over it, then focused on her wet lips. They glistened with her juice and were parted slightly. She turned her head back to me.

"See my kitty cat?" she asked with a sultry smile.

"Is that why Uncle Gary calls you Kitty Cat?"

Mom nodded. "I let him see it once when we were younger and he's never let me forget it. God, I'm so bad." She turned back to our reflections and lowered her head.

I glided my hand down mom's smooth ass to her pussy. Her lips were soft and slippery wet. I stroked her, listening to her soft moans.

"Has Uncle Gary ever touched you here?"

No," she said, almost moaning. "He's tried to though."

I kicked my sneakers off and pushed them aside. The sound of me unzipping my jeans seemed to startle mom. She straightened up a bit and turned her head around to me. Her eyes grew wide as I hauled my jeans down. My hard cock was standing out from my underwear. Her eyes locked on it.

"You're so hard..." she said.

Without answering, I pulled my underwear down. My stiff cock bobbed as I stepped out of my jeans and underwear.

Mom turned around and ran her hands over my bare hips, tugging me closer until my cock brushed across her stomach. Her dress was still gathered around her waist and I looked down at the strip of black hair leading to her pussy. I ran my fingers down it to her clit. I pressed down and rubbed it in a slow circle, spreading her juice around. Mom clutched me harder, pressing herself to my chest.

I could feel mom's hand tremble as I lead her over to the bed. Her eyes remained on mine. They were filled with apprehension, but they also had a dreamy quality that I knew was caused by arousal. I sat on the edge of the bed and eased mom's dress down her shoulders. It slid down her lovely body -- over the curve of her hips, then fell to the floor.

"You're beautiful, Mom." I ran my hands up her thighs, over her hips to her waist. I looked up into her eyes as one might worship a goddess.

"I don't know if I feel beautiful," she said, sounding bashful.

"How do you feel?"

"Probably a little too horny for my own good." She let out a self-conscious laugh and ran her hands over my shoulders.

I moved towards the middle of the bed, tugging at mom's hand, urging her to join me. We knelt facing one another, running our hands and eyes over each others bodies.

"You've grown into such a handsome man," she said.

I smiled and eased her down on the bed. When I laid down beside her she reached for me and parted her silky thighs, inviting me. There was a look of love in her eyes like I had never seen before.

"You've wanted me for a while, haven't you?" she said.

I nodded. "Yes," I said.

"I kept fighting it, until I admitted that I was really fighting with myself. When I saw how you looked at me last Sunday I knew I couldn't fight my urges much longer."

I slowly ran my hand up the inside of mom's right thigh. She skin was soft and she moved closer to me as I stroked her. When my fingertips brushed over her tender, wet lips she shuddered and moaned. Her clit was hard. I eased a finger inside her and pushed down on her clit with my thumb. She gripped my finger as her eyes met mine. She smiled.

"I know you want to use more than just your finger this time." Mom's voice was husky and her eyes were half-closed.

"Yes," I said.

"Me too."

Mom held my shoulders while I eased myself between her parted thighs. She slid her hands down my back to my hips, tugging me closer.

When the head of my cock slid inside her we both moaned. She wrapped her legs around mine and lifted her hips up from the bed. I pushed my shaft deep in her, leaving it buried up to my balls while she gave it a squeeze. Her eyes were closed and I felt her fingernails digging into my skin a bit as she clutched my lower back.

Once I began pumping, moving my cock in and out of her tight pussy faster, I watched her breasts begin to shake with our movements. Her thick, hard nipples were pointing up towards me. I pinched one between my teeth and kept pumping my hips, pistoning my shaft in and out of her.

"Oh god... Mark... you feel so good," she moaned, opening her eyes briefly.

Bracing myself on my knees, I took hold of her curved hips and lifted her up slightly. I held her tight and began thrusting harder. She moaned louder and her breasts quivered faster. I watched them dance below me as I listened to her soft moans and gasps.

"I'm... I'm not on the pill or anything, so...," she said, sounding almost apologetic. She gave me a worried look.

"Okay..." I grunted, feeling an orgasm building.

Mom's legs were wrapped around the small of my back, locking our bodies together. But I was staring at the point where we were joined, watching my shaft move in and out. It was wet with her juice, like her lips and below them.

"Oh god mom..." I cried out, knowing I was seconds away from cuming.

Mom pulled away, separating her tender folds from my cock. She grabbed my slick cock in her slender hand and pumped, aiming it at her breasts.

"Cum on my tits, honey," she urged in a wanton, panting voice.

My body tensed as I came. I clenched my jaw and sprayed my mother's breasts with three successive streams of my hot cum. It splashed over her firm mounds and upper chest. Mom reached down with her left hand and began rubbing her clit. She held my twitching cock in her other hand, then gave it a hard squeeze. She slid her fingers down it, milking the last bit of cum from me. She leaned closer and wiped the head of my cock over her left nipple, coating it with the last few drops of sticky cum. When she let out another loud moan and froze I smiled, listening to her cum. I held her to me until she relaxed.

Mom looked down to her chest, surveying the ribbons of cum running down towards her hard nipples. She spread it around, smearing it over her nipples and areolas, then licked her fingers.

"Mmmmm... you taste good," she said.

I laid down beside my mother, rolling over on my left side to face her. We smiled at each other.

"That was amazing." I leaned closer and kissed her rosy cheek.

Mom smiled and nodded, still breathing hard. "I would have never guessed that you were such a wonderful lover," she said.

I smiled, feeling proud and pleased that I had made her happy. "Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. You were wonderful too."

We lay there on the bed for close to an hour, arms and legs entwined. Silently we ran our hands over one another's body and looked into each other's eyes. We were no longer mother and son; we were lovers.

The bond of parent and child is one that can never be severed, but that day I discovered that it can be made stronger sometimes.

We lay there softly letting our hands and fingers touch all over each of us until I found my finger gently making circles over her perfect nipples. I had seen thousands of pictures of womens' breasts on the porn sites, but could not recall a single one with breasts so perfect as my mother's. They were like large heavy and solid cones that followed through to the nipple itself. The pink areola rose up to a half-inch hard thick nipple. The more I ran my finger around, the harder it seemed it became. She looked up at me with a lurid smile then back to her nipple. She gave a little shiver, as her eyes were half shut then looked back at me.

"You really do like those don't you, Mark?"

I looked down at her moist, sensuous lips and couldn't restrain myself any longer. It was the first time in my life that I kissed my mother like a woman.

Mom moaned and felt the shiver down between her legs. "Oh god Mark, my nipples and lips are so sensitive. I could cum just like this."

I was so filled with love and lust that my cock began to stir again. "That's what this is all about. I love to watch you feel good and be bad at the same time."

I leaned over and passionately kissed her wet lips, plunging my hot tongue as deep as I could.

She eagerly sucked it, twirling her own tongue around and around with a wantonly lustful passion. When we finally parted our lips she was gasping and rolled half way on me with her left leg between mine and worked her very wet vaginal lips on my thigh while crushing her left breast to my chest. She whimpered and shook all over while her hips road my thigh in a slow undulating motion. I had my arms around her back and waist. My left hand went down to her ass cheeks, softly rubbing them, then let my middle finger slide down over her anus to her very wet pussy. I pushed down on her ass in rhythm with her humping my thigh.

Mom shivered and whimpered again. "Mark, Mark... I'm going to explode!" Then she went stiff and a shrill squeal came out of her so loud I thought her perfume bottles would burst.

She was breathing so hard and held me so tight while she came down from her orgasm and just laid on top of me until I heard her whimper again softly. Then it sounded as if she was crying and slightly shaking.

In between sobs she whispered, "Oh, Mark, I'm such a slut. I vowed I would never cheat on your father."

I petted her head softly saying, "Shush, shh... you're not a slut, Mom. You're just being a little naughty and you're definitely not cheating on Dad. Not as long as you keep it in the family. Like you said: you just need to let off a little steam once in a while."

With her head in my chest she began to giggle softly. "You think so, huh? You have no idea the naughty thoughts I've been having about you and Uncle Gary."

My chest shook as I let out a quiet laugh. I felt her lips smile on my chest. "Oh, you think that's funny? Can you imagine what your father would think and do if he saw me like this with you?"

I had to chuckle. "Yes, he would probably join in -- if he's anything like me."

She giggled. "Yes, along with your Uncle Gary."

I laughed. "Hey, I get my genes from you two, and besides, you're enough woman for all three of us."

With that she looked up at me. "What? You don't mind sharing me?"

I smiled at her. "Not as long as you're having a good time and enjoying yourself. I told you, watching Uncle Gary feeling you up was horny and sexy. You looked so hot, like you were enjoying it."

She smiled at me. "I was. Now you know how naughty your mom can be. "Do you like your mom being naughty?"

I laughed. "I sure do, but if you're going to be naughty, we better do something about birth control. I don't like having to worry about it and having to pull out so fast and I hate condoms."

She winked. "I know. I hate that too. I thought Monday I would call for some pills, then by next week I'll be safe."

I smiled as I rubbed her back and ass. "Good thinking, but it's not going to help tomorrow with Uncle Gary."

She looked surprised. "Now what does that mean? I didn't say I was going to let him do anything."

I shrugged. "Well, you did say you were going to wear your new dress and we both agreed that it looked sexier without a bra and a few buttons undone. Besides, I was thinking of getting a few pictures tonight and sending them to Gary, so he would have something to look forward to tomorrow."

She giggled and slapped my arm. "Oh -- you are so bad! Much worse than I am!"

"Hey, I thought you liked teasing Uncle Gary? Am I wrong?"

She gave me a sly smile. "No, you're not wrong."

"Well then, lets have some fun and tease him, but you never know -- he might get a little out-of-line. Which, of course, I couldn't blame him for. You're so damn hot and pretty. You have the sexiest tits I've ever seen and Uncle Gary knows that also."

Her head was resting comfortably on my chest as she giggled. "Yes, it seems you both think so and now you know how sensitive they are when you toy with them."

"Think So? Know so! I'll show you some pictures on the porn sites and prove you have the hottest tits we have seen."

She snickered. "And my rear?"

I rubbed her ass harder. "I love your ass and so does Uncle Gary. He grabs it every chance he gets and now I know why. It's so solid, round and hot like your legs -- so long, slender and taunt. You were made to be naughty."

She giggled. "My legs? But I'm so short! I never thought anyone ever looked at my legs."

I laughed out loud. "Oh Mom, you are so naive sometimes. They look long on you because they are slender and taunt. They have a beautiful shape, with no fat and they make your ass look muscular like a pony!" I gave her a love slap on her right cheek.

She yelped and ground her pelvis into my thigh. "Are you trying to make me cum again?"

I was surprised to say the least. "What did you say? Don't tell me that is another one of your sensitive parts? What else don't I know about you? What makes you hot, Mom?"

She just nodded her head and giggled. "Why don't you write to your father and ask him what drives me crazy?"

I snickered, biting my lower lip, then looked up the ceiling, figuring that would be the day. She lifted her head looking at me and giggled.

"I thought so! And you said it wasn't like I was cheating on him if I keep it in the family. I don't know if I can ever believe you about anything again."

I had to think fast. "No, I was serious. It isn't like you are going out on the town picking just any guy that comes along to satisfy your needs. You are with people who love you and whom you love also. You know Dad wants you to be happy and safe. Some things are better left unsaid, rather than to bother Dad while he is so far away."

"Ah-ha," she snickered. "Well, I hope you remember what you said about some things are better left unsaid when you talk to him or when he comes home. He may understand about Gary getting a feel once in a while, but I don't know what he would think about you. Maybe I can start to feel him out slowly by telling him how big you have gotten and how you look after me."

She was quietly snickering while she felt my hard-on with her soft hand, then she whispered. "You know I think you're bigger than him and you get aroused so much faster."

I had to change the subject before she started to think what we were doing was wrong and felt guilty about Dad. "Okay, lets get some pictures of you in your dress for Uncle Gary, then I will show you on the Internet what I mean about your having the most beautiful tits and ass."

She squeezed me, kissing my chest. "Oh, I am so comfortable. I haven't laid with a man like this for so long."

I slapped her ass again. "Oh, come on now. Dad has only been gone two months and he has another year and a half. We will have plenty of time to lie together, especially tonight. Lets get up and make Uncle Gary crazy."

She was laughing when she got up. "I have to take a shower and so do you first."

I was two steps behind her while running to the bathroom. Our first shower together was something to remember. It was so sensuous washing each other touching every crack and crevice, while listening to her moan with delight as I touched each of her sensitive places.

Mom went to her bedroom and did her hair, then applied some makeup.

I was looking at the computer in my boxer shorts, looking at all sorts of sexy women posing half naked when she walked in.

She peered over my shoulder at the sexy women. "Oh my, there are some very beautiful women there."

I smirked. "But none of them have tits like you do, Mom. Believe me. I love tits and I've seen thousands of them, but none of them compare to yours."

I turned page after page -- some huge, some small and some fake but none of them looked as sensuous as Mom's real breasts. "I told you, Mom."

I turned around and looked at her gorgeous face all made up. "Wow, you're a knockout, all made up like that."

I stood up and looked at her with awe, I had never seen her look so hot as she did.

She smiled with a little tear in her eye. "You really think I'm that pretty?"

"Pretty is not the word -- more like gorgeous, hot, sexy, enticing, incredibly beautiful! On second thought, I don't know if I want to share you with Uncle Gary or not. What do you think? Should I share you or not?" I laughed.

Her face blushed at my statement and she giggled. "Well, you did say I was enough woman for three men." Then she blushed even deeper and held her face.

I laughed. "Yes, I guess you are."

I looked back at the screen and noticed some of the women who had garter belts and thigh high nylons on and got the idea. "Do you have a garter belt and thigh high nylons?"

She was all smiles and giggled like schoolgirl. "Yes. Your dad loves those on me, but I think this dress is a little to short."

My eyes went wide with lust. "It will be perfect as long as the tops don't show below the hem when you're standing. When you bend over or sit they will show. I think we can make Uncle Gary come in his pants."

She burst out laughing. "You are so wicked. I would have never thought of wearing anything like that around you two."

I chuckled. "Well, now you know what kind of animals you will be dealing with. Come on, you have to admit it does excite you, doesn't it?"

She put her head down with a sly impish grin. "I guess so. I better find some sexy heels to go with it or it will look all wrong."

A few minutes later she came back in with some clear plastic heels I had never seen her in. They looked hot and she made them look all the better. Her legs looked as good as I thought they would, especially in heels and nylons.

"Perfect! I can't tell you how good you look standing there. I can tell you right now you're the only girl I will dating until Dad gets back."

She just stood there with her arms by her side as her shoulders hunched a little, then she began shaking with big tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh NO! Mom, don't cry, it was a compliment. Don't ruin your makeup now. What's the matter?"

She plopped on my bed with her head in her hands sobbing out loud. Her shoulders shook violently as she sobbed. I sat next to her and held her tight. "Now, now, what's wrong? You look so beautiful, Mom."

She sniffed and gurgled a few more minutes then said, "That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me and here I am made up like a whore, ready to flaunt my body for another man."

I held her tight. "Oh Mom, you look like anything other than a whore. You look beautiful and sexy. Any man in his right mind would want to be with you. You look so gorgeous. I can't think of any other girl I would want to date other than you. Just think, I have a whole year and a half to date you. That is a lifetime that most men will never have. You will always be my girl forever. We are just taking some sexy pictures to have some fun with. You still want to tease and be naughty, don't you?"

She wiped her eyes and snickered softly, then put her hand on my face. "You are so sweet. I never knew until now how much you must love me and I love you so much more. Now my make up is ruined and I have to go freshen-up."

It took 20 minutes until she walked back in with a sultry glow on her face and darker blue eye shadow. I picked up my digital camera and lead her to the living room. I stood her by the mantel then undid five more buttons on her dress. She was showing some serious cleavage. Four more buttons and she would be falling out.

"Perfect! You look great. Now think of something really nasty and give me that sultry look of yours."

I took several pictures, then had her kneel, looking up at me. The bulge of her breasts was incredible. I leaned over, unbuttoning two more so just her nipples were covered and snapped a few more. I had her stay like that and moved her dress up showing the top of her nylon with the garter strap on her right leg. I took several more pictures.

"Perfect -- you look so hot like that. Now I want a few pictures for myself that I won't send to Uncle Gary."

She must have been thinking of something very nasty judging from the wanton glare in her eyes.

I unbuttoned two more buttons and her breasts pushed her hard nipples out, opening the top of her dress.

"Oh yea, you must be thinking something real naughty," I said.

I took several more pictures, then had her lean back on her hands and open her legs while I pulled her dress up, exposing both legs up to her hips. Her sexy black lace panties were wet and she looked steaming. I had a full-grown hard-on and all I wanted to do was dive between her legs and eat her for a month. I snapped at least six more pictures.

She wasn't saying a word, just doing everything I directed her to do. The last pictures I wanted were of her on her knees leaning forward with the dress above her waist and legs open. As I was taking the pictures she asked "Do you like doggy style? It's one of my favorites."

I almost lost it when she said that. I moaned out load. "Oh fuck! Before we are through we are going to do it in every position known to man, and then some."

She giggled and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I better get those pills fast then."

I buttoned her up again; just the four buttons. I had her sit on the sofa with her legs crossed, showing more nylons and garter straps. Then I told her to take off the dress before we ruined it for tomorrow while I go upload the pictures and send some to Uncle Gary.

I sent Uncle Gary four pictures with this note:

Uncle Gary, we got lucky. I was showing Mom some pictures of models on the Internet while she showed me her new dress she had bought for tomorrow's dinner. I suggested we take some pictures for you and she became so excited that she went all out, as you can see. I have never seen her look so radiant and sexy before. Jeez, if you get anything going tomorrow I hope you won't leave me out. That's just between you and me. Don't worry, I would never say anything to Dad about anything. I know she has been feeling down lately and could use some excitement in her life. Maybe we can get her to let us take some real naughty pictures. Just some thoughts.

Mark

I sent the mail, then called his house. When he answered I said "Uncle Gary, go check your email and let me know what you think."

"Mark? Is that you?"

"Yes. I sent you an email with a note but I can't talk about it now, okay?"

He laughed. "Has it got anything to do about my Kitty Cat?"

"Yep, a lot."

"Ok, Buddy, then I'm very interested. I'll call after I look at the mail. Bye."

When Mom came back to my room all she had on was the garter, nylons and those heels. She had a sultry smile as she posed by the door. "Did you send some pictures to Gary?"

I couldn't take my eyes off of her; she looked like the most sexual thing I had ever seen. I cleared my throat. "Yea I did, what to see what I sent and said?"

She had a haunting smile of pure lust. "Yes, of course. I want to know what I will be in for tomorrow."

I showed her the email and she quietly read it, then let out a slight moan. "So you have given him a green light as long as he includes you? And what kind of real naughty pictures did you have in mind?"

I smiled. "Like the ones I didn't send him, or whatever comes up. You know this is all for you. You're in total control of whatever you want to happen, or have always wanted to happen. You're free to do whatever you want."

Mom smiled at my choice of words and thought. "Yes, I am free now that Dave is gone for a while. I can live out my deepest darkest thoughts with two men that I have always loved and no one will ever know." Then she sighed.

"You know you will have to put on your shy act and put up a fuss for at least a little while and let him convince you that it's okay for me to be there. You don't want to let the Kitty Cat out of the bag do you?" I told her.

She just smirked with a very sexual smile. "What do you mean a shy act? I am shy -- even though I have naughty thoughts and desires. Now show me some of the real porn you have. You only let me see the nude models."

I laughed. "Ok, shy one, do you want to see pictures or movies?"

Her eyes opened wide. "Movies! You have movies?"

"Yes, short ones, but they get to the point of what you want to see."

She smiled. "Oh, this should be interesting. Why don't you take your shorts off so I can sit on your lap to watch?"

I watched as she took her panties down and just admired how sexy she really was. I pulled my boxers off and was as hard as nails. Precum was just running out like a faucet, so I went to my desk drawer and took out a condom to put on.

"Mark, what are you doing?"

I laughed. "Precum can make you just as pregnant as a full load and I don't want to worry about that, but you should. One little mistake could ruin it for all of us."

She had a shy blush on her face, then in a throaty voice said, "I'm glad one of us has some sense and is thinking clearly. It seems I'm losing control of reason. I just hope I can control myself tomorrow."

I smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be there to make sure you do. Just make sure to get those pills Monday. I don't know how long I can keep control, especially if you decide to let Uncle Gary go all the way."

She just closed her eyes and let out a little shiver. I knew what she was thinking about.

I sat back on my chair as she lowered herself to my lap. We both let out a load moan as I sunk into her. What an indescribable feeling that was. After a few moments of adjustment she wiggled her hips as I was pushing up into her cervix. She moaned again.

"Oh god, Mark, you are bigger than your father. You're right at the bottom. I have never felt that before. It is giving me sensations I have never had. Oh, Mark, I think, oh yes! I'm going to cum! Oh... oh Mark, baby!" Then she grunted and squeezed my cock hard. A loud shriek came from the depths of her very being and she slumped forward on to my desk, panting.

I gently rubbed her bare back and reached around to caress her breasts. Sitting back up, she giggled. "Wow, I can't believe it. That has never happened before in my life."

I chuckled. "Do you cum that easily all the time? If you do, we are going to have a lot of fun."

She sat up straight on me, brushing her hair back and taking a deep breath. "Oh my... I have been cumming easily with you haven't I? I guess it's because I have been feeling so sensual lately and this is so naughty."

I went to a web site with movies and let her pick one out. It was only five minutes -- about a husband who let another man take his wife while he watched. I explained to her what it was all about and she couldn't believe it, but watched intently as the guy began eating the wife.