We had been driving all day and we were all beat. This was the third place that we had stopped in our search for a room and I think that it is safe to say that we had lucked out. We got a large kitchenette with three beds in an older motel for a really cheap price. It is off-season I know but I think the proprietor had felt sorry for Mom. A woman traveling with five kids, and driving an old clunker of a car elicits a bit of sympathy. Especially when Mom made it clear to the owner that we were traveling a long ways on very little money. So we had gotten what amounted to a small apartment with a large front room containing a couch with a hide-a-bed and a single bed, a full kitchen / dining room, A large bathroom with a real shower and a real bedroom. After the last couple of nights of me sleeping on the floor of some sleaze-bag hotel or other with my little brother while Mom shared beds with my three sisters this was going to be heaven.
We moved our bags into the room and Mom and I went to the closest supermarket to get some food. We picked up some hamburger, bread, and all the fixings for a little picnic dinner complete with chips and coke and headed back. When we got back to the room, I cooked dinner while Mom got the rest of us kids settled in and allotted the beds.
I had figured on having the single bed to myself, but Mom had decided that the two youngest kids, Bret and Jolene would sleep there and Beth and Alice would bunk on the hide-a-bed. That left me to bunk in with her, which isn't too bad if you are ten, but I was almost twenty and the thought of sleeping with Mom was kind of strange. But, when you are living with your parent or parents you do what Mommy says.
After dinner we all took our showers and watched a little TV before Mom announced that we should all hit the sack because it had been a long day today and was going to be an early morning tomorrow and we would need our rest. I grabbed a handful of potato chips and headed off to the bedroom just to get out of the way of the females preparations for bed, which I knew from long experience, would take ages and complete privacy. Mom slapped me on the ass as I went by and said, "Don't get any of those chips in the bed now Teddy. I don't want to be sleeping on them tonight." I responded, "Don't worry Ma, I'll be careful." and of course I wouldn't be careful at all. She scowled at me when I called her Ma, she hated to be called Ma. She said it made her feel like an old Arkie. And since she hated it, that made it that much more delicious to call her Ma.
I need to say here that my mother was not a bad looking woman. Sure she had five kids and a shit head for a husband but she was only thirty-seven and could and often did pass for a woman in her twenties when she did not have all of her kids in tow. She was around average height at five foot five, one hundred ten or so pounds auburn hair, and green eyes. She was not top heavy but she was reasonably well endowed and had a very nicely shaped derriere. Whenever I had friends over they almost always drooled over her and I know for a fact that when her and dad split up, which they did on a regular basis, she had more than her share of men lapping at her feet.
My parents had what one would describe as a fiery or tumultuous relationship, which means that they fought like cats and dogs. How they ever stayed together long enough to make five kids is beyond me, but somehow they had managed to bring five souls into this world. There was first me and then there was my sister Beth two years later. Alice followed a year and a half after that, but the two youngest, Jolene and Bret were only five and three, so there had been a big gap there, but I digress. My parents fought about nearly anything and every couple of years they would split the blankets and dad would take off or mom would move out. Usually they would kiss and makeup after a short time and things would return to normal for a while and then the cycle would start all over again. The last time that they split, it was for over a year, and that had been two years ago. That time I had been forced to drop out of school and help support Mom and us kids. I returned to high school after they reconciled but that had put me two years behind in school which is the reason that I was still at home and not out on my own. Right now I only had a few months until I was supposed to graduate so I was hoping that we would find a place to stay before too much time had transpired so that I could get back to school and finally get my diploma.
This split seemed more serious than the others. Mom had found out about a girl friend that dad had and she went ballistic. It probably would not have been so bad but she found out that dad had brought his bimbo over to our apartment and fucked the slut in his and mom's bed while Mom had been at work and us kids were either at the baby sitter or at school. This time there had been none of the usual yelling, and screaming, and punching. Mom had simply withdrawn us from school, packed our clothes, left a note, and started out in our old car for parts unknown.
We drove west this time, we might end up in Seattle, where we had relatives, or we might head down the coast to other relatives in California. It all depended on whether mom could find a job to support all of us. Until that time we were vagabonds, gypsies of sorts and I guess that brings us back to tonight and a small motel in Idaho.
I shut the door to the bedroom, hurriedly stripped to my jockey shorts and started to climb into bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and of course had to stop and admire the view. I was nearly six feet tall and around one hundred eighty pounds with dark hair and blue eyes. "Not a bad looking fellow", I thought, "You, my friend, should have a gal in here tonight." I said to myself and chuckled.
I wasn't bad with the lady's but with all the moving that we did I never got the chance to have a real steady girl like all the other guys did. I was often accused of being shy around the lady's but in reality I just liked to be quiet and check things out before I jumped into anything. I was relatively well experienced sexually for my age. I already had a couple of short flings with married older women under my belt and some trysts with girls my own age or there about. I was no Don Juan, but I was told that I was pretty good in the sack. I just didn't get around that much. Besides girls my own age didn't really offer me all that much, so I just kept my distance and watched the show most of the time when I was in social situations. But right now I was watching myself and I noticed that I had a pretty prominent bulge in my jockeys tonight. I guess that thinking about the sex with those lovely older women had excited me a bit even though the romps had been over long ago. Having a hard on right now was not something that I really needed or wanted and I hoped that it would go down before Mom got in here and saw it. Normally I would just go into the bathroom and masturbate but there was no private place to jack off here in the motel room. Besides it would probably be going down on its own soon, I hoped. I climbed in the bed, pulled the covers up over my waist and relaxed for a minute. It would probably take Mom a few minutes to get herself ready and then make sure that all the other kids were tucked in. So I sat up in bed and finished my chips before turning off the light, covering up, and rolling onto my right side to try to go to sleep.
Mom came through the door finally. She had left the light on in the bathroom directly across on the short hall and with the light behind her I could see the silhouette of her body through the flimsy blue nightgown that she always wore. She was still quite shapely and the brief view that I got did little to abate my erection. She closed the door, stumbled against the bed and said, "Teddy, turn on the lamp before I kill myself."
I did as I was told and was rewarded by a view of her cleavage as she leaned over to rub her foot. "Damn!" she said, "That hurt! Why don't you kiss it for me?"
"Sure, " I said, "Just bring it over here." I was just kidding, but she actually limped over and held it up for me to kiss.
When she lifted her toe to my lips she inadvertently exposed a lot of smooth white thigh and the crotch of her panties to my view. This had the natural effect that the exposed flesh of the private areas of any woman would have on a normal and healthy young male, whether it is their mother or not, and despite my best efforts I could feel my skin flush with excitement.
"That feels better." She said and she kissed me on the ear. "You feel a little hot. Are you feeling ok tonight?" she asked as she walked around the bed, and crawled under the covers.
"Never better." I lied.
"Ok, I just worry about you son. You can turn off the light now." She said sweetly, and I switched off the light and tried to go to sleep.
I was tired as hell, but I could not seem to fall asleep. My mind was racing, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I lay there awake for what seemed like hours. If I had been in my own bed, I probably would have tossed and turned but laying there next to my mother all I could do is stare at the wall and listen to her deep breathing, and that made it even more difficult because she was not a quiet sleeper.
I'm no saying that she snored, but she would move about restlessly and make these little sounds in her sleep. They were just deep breathing or grunts and moans, but when you can't get to sleep anyway, they can be pretty annoying. Besides, I still had that raging hard on that started before I got into bed and it wouldn't go away. I wish that I was alone so that I would just whack it off and get some relief, but here that was impossible unless I went into the bathroom, and I didn't want to get caught doing that. My only option was to just lay there in a fetal position attempting to hide my raging erection in sleepless torment, while my mother tossed and turned next to me. First she pushed her buttocks up against mine, I moved, as close to the edge of the bed as I could, but the contact had seemed electric and my throbbing meat had gotten even more rigid. Then she turned over and stretched her arm across me while snuggling against my back, which of course had pressed her boobs against my body, all the while she was breathing deep and her breath was tickling my ears and god I was getting hot and needed to toss the blankets off before I roasted. So as quietly as I could I moved her arm off of me, got out of bed and opened the door to go into the bathroom and beat off. When I got into the hall I was confronted with another problem, Beth was already in the bathroom sitting on the stool. She saw me and my erection come out of the bedroom, shook her head, smiled, and quietly closed the door to the bathroom, leaving me standing there with my dick sticking out about a foot and nothing to do but go back to bed and wait for her to finish in the bathroom.
Quietly as I could I retraced my steps back into the bedroom, closed the door and crawled back into bed to wait. I had just settled into my misery when I once again felt Mom against my back, her breath on my ears, her boobs against my back, my hard on got even more impossibly hard and I closed my eyes in torment. It was then I heard her say, "That is one hell of an erection you have there son." And I thought that I would die.
"Damn!" I said, "How did you know?"
She responded with a chuckle, "It's kind of hard to miss when you are standing in the doorway like that."
Then I remembered how she looked as she stepped through the door with the light behind her. How stupid I had been, but then she was supposed to be asleep.
"Don't worry, it's all pretty normal." She said. Then she asked, "Why don't you just deal with it?"
"What do you mean?" I ask stupidly.
She responds, "Just masturbate, I know that you do it, I know that you do it a lot in fact. You are just one horny little devil" Then she ran her hand across my body and began to stroke my dick through my under wear. "Do you want me to help?" She inquired. "You used to like me to help you with your problem. Are you too old for your mommy to play with you now?"
Her soft hand stroking my engorged penis felt so very good. She knew just how to bring my level of excitement to a fevered pitch and she rubbed her pelvis against my buttocks and her breasts against my back in rhythm with her strokes. I closed my eyes in delight as she lightly kissed the back of my neck and the memories came flooding back in a torrent. I know it sounds weird, but I really hadn't thought about what had happened in quite a while.
It had occurred back when Mom and dad had split up the last time. Mom had gone through a bunch of real losers for boyfriends. One after the other they had come and gone from her life and left her feeling even lower than she started. All those guys were interested in was a piece of ass and it bothered me to watch them use her. It came to a head one night when I came home from working my shift at the service station and caught this one guy, Dave I think his name was, with his hand back about to hit her. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and told him that if he struck her it would be the last thing that he ever did.
He made like a big tough guy for a minute. He even walked over to confront me, hoping I guess, to intimidate me into backing down. But when I smiled and went chest to chest with him, he realized that he might be in a little trouble here. I had him by a good thirty pounds and five inches in height and I was tired and in no mood for messing around with some midget with an attitude toward women. He stood there for a minute or two trying to figure some graceful way out of this predicament but he finally ended up gingerly squeezing between the door jam and my shoulders on his way to the screen door. I reached behind me and gave him a little shove in the back as he beat his hasty retreat. He called me a fucking asshole as he walked quickly down the sidewalk to his car, but that was just fine with me, I probably was an asshole in his demented little mind. It was then that I sat down with Mom and talked with her about what was going on in her life and how it affected us kids.
I told her that she needed to have better taste in men because the ones that she was hanging out with were nothing but jerks and losers. I said, "It might even be good if you laid off the guys for a while, just to let your head clear."
"But Teddy," she said, "I have needs and desires. I need to have a man around. I love you, but you can only do so much. I need a man in my life for other things, you know what I mean."
I told her that we would have to find a way to deal with it.
Then she kissed me on the forehead and said, "Ok, then you will be the man of the house from this moment on." She got up, patted me on the shoulder and walked passed me to the sink. She poured me a cup of coffee brought it over and put it on the table in front of me and asked, "Would you like a sandwich darling?"
We lived in a two bedroom duplex that was set up in the shotgun style. Shotgun means that the rooms run in a straight line from one end of the apartment to the next, so, if you came in the front door you would pass through the front room, then the master bedroom with the bathroom off to the side, then into the kitchen and finally either go through one of the two doors in the kitchen and exit through the screened in back porch or go into the smaller second bedroom. I slept on the couch in the front room, which is fine with me because it gave me at least a little privacy. Mom slept in the master bedroom, although sometimes one or both of the younger kids would sleep with her, it gave her the privacy to do what sexually active adults do on their free time. The other kids normally slept in the second bedroom.
The apartment was a little crowded but it fit the budget. Mom worked in a retail store as a bookkeeper and I worked at a service station a few blocks away that was also owned by our landlord. We brought in enough money between us to meet the bills and little else. Beth, the oldest of my sisters took care of the younger kids and kept the house fairly clean. It was a hard life at times, but it was not too bad when you figure the alternatives.
Mom worked the day shift, she would leave the apartment at about six in the morning and get home around four or so. I worked the three to eleven thirty shift as a pump jockey, so I would often walk into the house after midnight to find my mother humping some guy she had met at a bar, or been introduced to by her co-workers. At such times I would normally just sit on the front porch and wait for the man to leave and then go inside to bed. It may sound strange that I accepted my mothers promiscuity with such aplomb, but you need to understand that I was an adult sexually myself. I had been sexually active for more than a couple of years now and I knew what went on between consenting adults. Besides we had been living in small houses and apartments most of my life so the sound of adults screwing their brains out was nothing new to me. In fact, when I was younger I would sneak little peeks as they fucked and sucked each other. At the time it had seemed a mystery to me how they could enjoy such stuff so much. In time I came to understand the pleasures of sex, but by that time I had long since stopped peeking.
A couple of weeks after my run in with Mom's loser boyfriend I came home from work one night and found Mom sitting up waiting for me. This had become fairly common since our little talk. I would come in and head into the bath to wash off the night's grime. When I came out of the bathroom she would have a little dinner and a cup of coffee waiting for me. I would eat and we would sit and talk for a while before we headed off for our respective beds. This night I headed straight for my bed on the couch, but Mom didn't go straight to bed, I could tell because the light to the bathroom stayed on after she turned off the bedroom light. This was not that unusual so I paid it no mind, but, the sound of something heavily falling on the hardwood floor of Mom's room caused me to glance toward the doorway separating the two rooms and I saw something that I had never noticed before, you could see the doorway of the bathroom reflected in the mirror of the vanity. I don't know how I had ever missed this fact, but just lying there on my bed on the couch I had a clear view of the bathroom door and maybe half of my mothers bedroom, and standing there in the doorway was my mother, undressing for bed.
She bent over and picked something up from the floor and placed it on the dresser beside her. Then she began to unbutton her white blouse, slowly releasing each button and moving down to the next, each time revealing a little more of her very white flesh to my enraptured view. Finally she reached the bottom and pulling the tail from her skirt she undid the very last button and let her blouse fall open, exposing her very nice breasts encased in a white bra. She shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders, pulled her arms out of the sleeves, neatly folded it, and laid it on the top of the dresser. She stood there for a second and scratched absently at her breasts and midsection and that made her tits jiggle from side to side just a little. Then she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor, she bent to pick it up and I could see the cleavage of her breasts, and I imagined that I saw a bit of her nipple. She folded her skirt up and laid it on the dresser beside the blouse, and then she reached down to undo her stockings. You need to understand that this was still in the day that some women wore girdles and stockings. Pantyhose had recently come on the scene but a lot of women still wore the old style girdle with the snaps to hold up the stockings. She undid the stockings and placing her foot on the bed rolled them down her leg, as she did so she once again exposed her cleavage to my enthralled view. She then rolled the stockings up and placed them on the dresser beside her other clothing. The same scene was repeated with the other leg and then she hooked her thumbs into the top of the girdle and shimmied it off of her hips and down to the floor. When she did this her whole body would move from side to side and her breasts jiggles deliciously in her brassiere. She stepped out of the girdle and straightened up and the girdle was laid on the dresser next to her other clothes. She ran her fingers over her stomach and lightly scratched and rubbed where the girdle had cut off the circulation. It was amazing what the sight of my mother standing there in a white bra and white cotton panties did for the hardness of my penis. I guess that I should have felt some guilt at being aroused by the sight of my semi-nude mother, but I didn't. It was like I was watching all this on a movie or on TV. I was detached from the fact that this was the woman that brought me into this world standing semi naked in the mirror. For me at the time it was just a very attractive older woman that I saw in a very erotically voyeuristic manner.I pushed down the blankets and began to lightly stroke my dick as she stood there in the mirror and rubbed her body. First she stroked across her stomach and then she lightly rubbed her breasts and then she extended her arms over her head and stretched. Then she bent over and picked up her nightgown from the foot of the bed and began to pull it over her head. She stopped as the garment rested on her shoulders and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, I could see it loosen as the clasp was released but she looked up and quickly turned around and away from me as she pulled the bra loose and let it slide down her arms. I could see her bare back above white panties, but I could not see the breasts except for a little of the sides of one as she slipped her hands through the arms of the nightgown. Then as she moved to turn off the light in the bathroom I caught a silhouetted view of her breasts through the diaphanous fabric of her nightgown and that made me explode all over my blankets.
I came all over myself, the sticky white semen squirted onto my stomach and legs before I pulled the blanket up to absorb the flow. I continued to ejaculate for quite some time before finally subsiding. I had been without a sex partner for a number of months now and relied on frequent masturbation for my relief. Apparently either this show had stimulated me far more than it should have or I was a lot hornier than I realized, or maybe both. I waited for Mom to get to sleep before I crawled from my bed and walked into the bathroom to clean myself up.
As I walked back to my room Mom whispered to me sleepily, "Good night Ted, sweet dreams baby."
I replied with the generic, "Good night Mom." And I crawled into bed and went right to sleep.
The next day before I went to work I played a little with the view in the mirror, I turned the vanity so that I would get a little better view of any action that might occur in the room. When I did this I noticed that the vanity had already been moved just a little bit, that must have been the reason that I never noticed the view before, Beth must have cleaned behind the vanity and not returned it to its original position. This accident afforded me a good view of the bedroom and I just made it a little better.
When I got home Mom was still up waiting for me, I took a bath and ate my dinner and we talked for a few minutes then Mom went to bed saying she was beat. She rubbed my shoulders for a moment and then kissed me on the top of the head before going into her bedroom. When I passed her bed to get to my own, she was already under the covers and curled up. She whispered, "Don't forget to turn out the light before you go to sleep."
I said, "Sure Mom." And went to bed and lay there disappointed for a moment about not having a show tonight. "It must have been a fluke", I thought to myself before I turned onto my back, threw off the covers and whacked off fantasizing about the show of the previous night. The thought of my mother naked before me sent me into a bout of massive orgasms. I must have shot a dozen ropes of cum before I was finally finished. Then spent and dry, I rolled over and went to sleep.
The following night I went to bed not expecting anything to happen, but when I looked into the mirror I saw my mother undressing again. She was dressed in a sweater and slacks today, Capri slacks I think they were called, the kind that fit fairly tight and came to mid calf. She stood there for a moment seemingly deep in thought and then she slid the sweater she was wearing up and over her head, exposing her bra-covered breasts. She rubbed them for a moment before un-fastening her slacks and sliding them down her legs. Once again as she bent over to take them off she exposed her cleavage to my view and this made my cock exceptionally stiff and I began to stroke it. She took a bottle of lotion off of the dresser top, poured a little onto the palm of her hand, raised her leg up on the foot of the bed and she began to apply the lotion to her legs. I could see her gently rubbing the lotion into her skin and as she did her tits would lightly jiggle from side to side. As she finished with one leg she placed the other up on the foot of the bed and repeated the treatment. This time I could swear that I caught the view of a tress of pubic hair as she spread her legs and bent over to spread the lotion. As she massaged the lotion into her skin she looked up and seemed to look right at the mirror and at me for a second and a small smile crossed her lips. For that split-second I was afraid that she had seen me, but then I thought to myself that she couldn't possibly have seen me in this darkened room and continued to caress my inflamed flesh.
When Mom finished putting the lotion on her legs she stood up straight raised her hands over her head and stretched for a second before reaching behind her back to unclasp the bra. She held it in place for a second or two, looked vaguely at the mirror and then shrugged the bra straps off of her shoulders and slid it down her arms, exposing to my view her full and exquisite breasts. She put the bra on the dresser, poured a little lotion onto her hands and ran her hands over her body from the waist up to the tits. She rubbed and stroked her breasts for a couple of minutes, squeezing them together and running her palms over the stiff nipples. From time to time she would steal a look at the mirror, but I had long since ceased worrying about getting caught sneaking a peek and was full involved in caressing my rigid cock. She ran her hands down over her body and then up her velvety thighs stopping for a second to scratch or stroke at the crotch of her panties. She closed her eyes for a second then and I thought I saw her tremble slightly before she exhaled deeply and reached for her nightgown on the bed. As she pulled the gown over her head I got a very nice view of her full, rounded tits as they jiggled with her movement into the garment. It was about this time that I shot my wad into the hand towel that I had stashed in my bedding earlier that day. I continued to stroke and cum as she smoothed the nightgown over her body and turned to extinguish the light. I thought that I saw a small smile on her face as she turned from the bathroom door and disappeared from my sight and into her bed. The thought of the smile lingered in my thoughts as I finished off my stroking, but I knew that it was my imagination again playing tricks on me. It was dark in there and there was no possible way that I could have seen her smile.
I heard her get into bed and then heard her moan as she stroked herself off. "She must be horny too", I thought. I had heard her groan in the night many times and heard her cries as she made love, she was not a quiet lover, and her self-pleasuring could be fairly noisy too. Tonight she got off quickly and sounds soon ceased to come from her bed save the quiet breathing of sleep, I waited a bit longer and got up to clean myself up.
The next few nights were pretty much a continuation of the same show. Oh it got me up and got me stoked and got me off, but there was not much different to relate until on the sixth night. On this night I came home to find that she was dressed in a pair of pedal pushers and a halter-top. I teased her that if she had a bandana around her head she would look like a pirate. She went into her bedroom for a few minutes and came back with a scarf wrapped around her head kind of pirate fashion, grabbed a butter knife from the table and danced around the room saying things like, "Arrg, me hearties, we're going to be doing some raping and pillaging tonight, aaarrgggg." We both had a good laugh about that, but her dancing around the room in that top had only reinforced the fact that she had nothing on beneath it. Her breasts swayed and shook with each thrust and parry and her nipples became erect and stood out against the fabric of the halter-top. By the end of her performance I was well on my way to having a monstrous woody, I was starting to breath kind of deep, and I felt hot all over. She was breathing deep too, but that was from the exertion of her dancing around.
She must have seen that I was flushed because she came over and said, "Are you feeling alright honey? You look like you're all flushed, are you coming down with something? Maybe you should go and lie down."
I told her that I felt ok, but I would go to bed early because I was very tired tonight. Actually I just wanted to get the show underway, the sight of her breasts bouncing around and the erect nipples had given me one hell of an erection and I wanted to deal with it, besides I was really starting to look forward to seeing my mother take her clothes off. It had become the high point of my day you might say.
She came up behind me and put her hand on my forehead and then my temple and said, "You sure sweetie, you feel pretty hot to me."
I said, "I'll be ok in a minute."
She replied, "Ok, I just worry about my big man." And she kissed me on the top of the head, when she kissed me she inadvertently brushed her almost bare boobs against the back of my head and I knew that I had better get into the front room right now or I was going to cream all over myself. So I got up and kissed Mom on the cheek and walked very stiffly into the front room and got ready for bed.
It didn't take long for the show to start tonight Mom first took off the scarf and then unbuttoned the side of the pedal pushers and slid them to the floor then folded them and put them on the dresser. Then she reached behind her and freed the halter-top in back letting it hang loosely across her breasts before reaching up and untying the part around her neck. She pulled it away slowly as if contemplating something else before pulling it away completely, exposing the twin mounds of her breasts and the rose colored flesh of her stiff nipples to my view. She stood there for a few moments rubbing her body, eyes half closed as if just happy to be free of the constraints of her clothing. She smiled and opened her eyes fully and seeming to look straight into the mirror as she slowly hooked her fingers in the tops of her white cotton panties and slid them leisurely down, stopping for a second at the top of her pubic hair and then ever so gradually she moved them lower revealing a little at a time the thick patch of dark brown hair that sheltered her pussy. She lowered the panties to the floor and then bent to pick them up. She put the panties on the dresser and turned and vanished into the bathroom for a minute. I thought to myself, "Damn, shows over." But then she stepped through the door with a washcloth in her hand and she began to bathe herself with it. From time to time she would go back into the bathroom, and I believed, rinse out the rag and return to continue scrubbing herself. First she ran the cloth over her breasts, stopping to massage each of her nipples one after the other and running the cloth over the alabaster flesh of her splendid twin globes. She ran the fabric down the cleavage between her breasts and then over her flat stomach and well-formed thighs then down her legs, one after the other. Finally the washrag came to rest on her crotch, and she rubbed that area over and over again. "Damn, she really wants that spot clean." I thought, and then I realized that she was in fact masturbating with the washcloth.
Her head was back a little her eyes half closed her legs spread just a little I could see her pelvis moving back in forth in rhythm with her strokes. Occasionally she would slow her stroking, her eyes would open wider, a smile would form on her lips, and then she would resume her stroking once again. I had never watched Mom stroke herself off before and the spectacle really energized me. As I watched her shudder with an orgasm, I sent my own load into the washcloth that I had taken to bed with me. I could hear her moan and groan as she gained satisfaction and I must have been making similar sounds because I was shooting rope after rope of cum into my undersized receptacle. Finally Mom ceased her stroking put the washrag back in the bathroom, put her panties and nightgown on, turned out the light and went to bed. Tonight there were to be no sounds coming from Mom's bed except for the sounds of even breathing and sleep. As soon as the light went out I went to sleep too and woke up fresh and rested in the morning.
The next night when I arrived home from work, Mom was in a robe, seemingly ready for bed. "I was tired and I took a little nap." She said as if reading my mind. "I got a new robe. You like?" she said as she stood and turned around to model her purchase.
"Yeah, it looks very nice on you Mom." I answered truthfully, although I really wanted to see it off of her and not on her.
"Oh thank you my handsome son" she gushed and she kissed me on the ear and said, "Why don't you hurry up and take your bath so you can eat your dinner sweetie. I'm sure that you had a long hard day and would love to go to bed early tonight."
I looked at kind of perplexed and answered, "Sure Mom, sounds good to me." And I wandered off into the bathroom. I had removed my dirty clothes and was just about to get into the tub when I heard a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door to find my mother standing there with a little package in her hand. "I bet that you'll like this. It's some hand lotion and it will make your skin soft for the lady's. I saw it today at the store and thought of you and how the gas makes your skin rough and all. I figured that you could use it." She says and she leaned forward and gave me a little peck on the lips. Then she looked me up and down and said, "You certainly have grown up haven't you. If you weren't my son I would jump in that bath with you." Then she looked down again and must have seen how my dick was getting hard under the towel because she smiled and let out a small sigh before she turned away to go back into the kitchen.
It took me a bit longer to take my bath because I had to stroke off first. That little experience of standing there almost naked in front of Mom had really stoked my furnace and I shot a load pretty quickly, but I stayed in the tub a bit longer than normal because it had shaken me a tad too. It felt so normal to get hard at the sight of my mother now and it made me feel ill at ease. It was one thing to lie there and watch her in the mirror when everything was dark around you, that experience was removed from reality somehow and felt like something going on in a movie or a book, just a fantasy. It was another thing entirely to have those thoughts and reactions when she was right in front of you in flesh and bone you might say. It was then that I reverted to the right and wrong, mother/ son conundrum. It still felt correct and exhilarating, but at the same time immoral and unclean. I didn't want to have these impulses, but my body seemed to react of its own volition like it had a separate set of rules. In other words, when I saw my mother naked, my dick got hard whether I wanted it to or not. Oh well I would wrestle with the question another time.
I got back to the kitchen just as Mom was spooning the stuff on my plate. She moved around the kitchen in her new robe serving me this and pouring me that, I felt like royalty tonight. Once when she bent over to pour me a fresh cup of coffee the robe fell away from her body and I saw that she had a new nightgown too, a thin red one, that barely covered her nudity. She flushed and quickly covered up, tieing the robe tighter around her waist. I was at the same time excited by the view and disappointed. If she were already dressed for bed, I would miss my show tonight.
She must have seen me frown because she asked, "What's the matter baby? Does my big boy have a problem?"
" No Mom" I replied, "I was just thinking."
"Ok" she replied and she sat down there next to me at the table with her leg occasionally brushing against mine as she animatedly talked about her day at work.
I finished my dinner and she yawned and stretched saying, "Damn, I'm tired. We had better get to bed."
I responded with, "Yeah, I could use some shuteye too."
I stood up and bent over and kissed her on the lips, just a light kiss but it was on the lips and not the cheek as I usually did. She seemed a bit surprised, I saw her eyes go wider for a split second but she was not overwhelmed and she said, "Good night Ted. I love you."
I responded with "I love you too Mom." And went off to bed.
I lay there slowly stroking my hard cock when I looked at the mirror and to my surprise Mom was standing there with her robe still on, looking in the general direction of the mirror. As I watched a smile spread across her face and she slowly loosened the belt of the robe and pushed it back from her shoulders, letting it slowly slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She was wearing that red nightgown that I got a glimpse of earlier, I noticed now that it opened in the front and was held together by a half dozen bows. One by one she untied each bow until the gown was hanging open exposing her lovely cleavage. She crossed her arms over her breasts and reached up with both hands and slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it ride down until it was held in place by her crossed arms, then straightening her arms she let it drop to the floor and roughly kicked it away. She stood there for a moment with her eyes half closed and then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the matching sheer red panties and slid them slowly down her legs, exposing her small tuft of dark brown hair.
She let the panties drop to the floor and bent to pick them up, her boobs swaying alluringly with the motion, jiggling in such a delicious way that I nearly came right then and there. She straightened up very slowly, her eyes looking toward the mirror in a very intense way. Then she put her hands to her breasts and began to stroke them very sensuously, squeezing them together and pinching the very erect nipples before running her hands over them and smiling. She seemed to be smiling at me, but I knew that could not be the case, "she must be just enjoying herself immensely tonight" I thought to myself as she tilted her head back slightly and slowly ran her hands once more over her tits. She was smiling, her eyes half closed as if in ecstasy. She let her hands slide from her breasts down her body over her stomach finally coming to rest amongst the brown hairs covering her vagina. She stroked there for a few seconds then opened her eyes and took a couple of steps toward the mirror. My heart stopped beating, I held my breath and thought, "She has seem me" and stopped my stroking for a few seconds. But then she turned and bent over to pick up the nightgown from the floor, exposing to my view both her lovely pussy and her sweet, tight ass. I began to stroke furiously once more, my excitement rising with the lovely view she afforded me. She remained bent over for ten or twelve seconds, before she stood up, turned around, looked directly into the mirror, and blew me a kiss. It was then that I had my first orgasm of the night.
I was still shooting my wad into my towel when I heard her say, "When you are finished Ted, I need you to come in here. We have to talk son."
She stood there naked, her hands on her hips, just staring at the mirror and I knew that indeed she had seen me spying on her.
"Oh shit." I said to myself, "Now I am in deep crap for sure." I finished up and cleaned myself up as best I could. Then I walked the million-mile walk from my room to hers.
When I got into Mom's room I found her wrapped in her new robe and lying on the bed. She patted the spot next to her, and I sat down. "Stretch out lover, this is going to take a while." She said.
"Ok Mom." I said expecting the worst.I lay down next to Mom on the bed. I was still in my jockey shorts and for some reason I crossed my arms over my chest like some cadaver in a movie.
Mom rolled onto her side and looked at me for a few seconds before she started to talk. "I know that you have been watching, Ted, in fact I was the one that set it up."
"Actually I set it up so that I could see you." She took a long breath and continued, " Not too long after your confrontation with Dave I started to have nights where I just could not get to sleep, so I would crawl out of my bed and sit in the front room and just watch you lying there in the night, you looked so lovely in your sleep. Then one night you kicked the blankets off and I went to cover you back up, I saw you're beautiful hard on. I sat back down in the chair and just watched you as you lay there reflexively stroking your penis. As I watched you I realized that I was fondling myself too and I reached an explosive orgasm a couple of times just sitting in that chair watching you."
"I knew from the sounds in your room that you masturbate every night at least once so the next day I turned the vanity mirror just enough that I could sit on the end of the bed and watch you beat off while I would diddle myself to multiple orgasms. I bet that you never noticed that the shades were up in your room and that more light came in there than normal, because of that extra light I could see you whack your wonderful cock without you being able to see me." She smiled at that and then said, " A few nights of that and I decided to give you a little show too. I almost backed out that night, and I felt so self-conscious that I only showed you a bit of the real me the first time, but I had one massive orgasm while I was stripping and another just after I went to bed. I don't think you saw how my legs got wobbly when I took off my bra, or how my panties got drenched with my cum when I knew that you saw my tits and bare back. I have heard that giving a strip show is erotic for both parties but I had never experienced it before. The second night I felt so guilty that I just sat there and watched you jerk off in the dark. I was impressed by your stamina and excitement and got myself off a couple of times while I watched you."
She put her hand on my arm and when she moved her arm the robe fell away from one of her breasts exposing the lovely rounded orb and the erect rosette of her nipple. I couldn't help but stare at the sight of her alabaster skin setting off the rose-colored flesh of her large aureole and lush, hard nipple. She saw where I was leering and moved to cover her body, but stopped, letting the view continue. She smiled a lecherous grin, looked me in the eye and said, "The third night I decided to do a little acting, you know, like a real stripper for you so I took the lotion and spread it all over my body. All the while I was spreading the lotion, I was sneaking peaks at you stroking your glorious shaft, wishing that it were you putting the lotion on my legs and me stroking your dick. I was so afraid that you would catch me watching you that I probably missed part of the show on your end. When I took off my bra for you, I was afraid that you would be disillusioned with my breasts, but they seemed to set you to a higher plane and you stroked more fervently than before. On my end when I spread the lotion from my hands over my tits it felt almost like it was some one else stroking my sensitive flesh. I managed to bring myself off several times by imagining that it was you doing it and not me. I couldn't bring myself to show you my pussy that night even though I wanted you to see it, but you must believe that just having you watch me while I was watching you made me cum several times before I was done. Even after all that I still needed to masturbate afterwards, it was that exciting for me."
"I know, I heard you moaning and groaning." I said to that remark.
She blushed and said, "I didn't know that I was that loud."
"You are always loud when you are cumming Mom." I said.
"That is good to know, I will have to remember that." She chuckled and rolled closer and kissed me lightly on the cheek. As she did that the robe fell away completely from her breast, exposing the entire mass of the wondrous orbs. I was mezmerized by the sight. I watched the rise and fall of her alabaster flesh as her breathing increased and a light flush spread across her skin and her nipples became tight, hard erasers surrounded by brown rosettes of rippled flesh. guess that I was really staring at it, she followed my gaze smiled and she said, "You sure like to look at my tits don't you. You used to suck on them when you were a baby you know. And the reason that I had to stop breast-feeding you is that you started to fondle other women's breasts like you did mine. I should have known that you would be a tit man when you became more interested in stroking my boobs that eating from them." She chuckled and ran her arm under mine pulling her body close against my arm. I could feel the heat of her flesh on my arm as she pushed her breasts against it.
She continued, "Last night when I showed you my pussy, I was so excited that I thought that I would hyperventilate and pass out. I had to take several deep breaths before I started and then stop several times along the way to keep from chickening out." She paused for a second and then continued, "But when I was finally naked it felt so natural that the next step came easily. I always enjoy masturbating with a washrag, I think that the rough surface helps to excite me. I put hand lotion on it to make it to make it glide across my skin and not chafe my pussy. I must have cum a half dozen times last night. It excited me even more to have you see me get pleasure, especially knowing that you were getting pleasure from the view. " She smiled at me before continuing, "You see, having you get pleasure from me is very important."
I responded, "I always get pleasure from watching you Mom even when you have clothes on." We both laughed at that and I continued, "But over the last couple of weeks watching you has taken on a brand new meaning." She said, "Yes I know it has, but you know this wasn't the first time that you went out of your way to sneak peeks at your naked mother. I remember the times when we lived in that old run down place with no plumbing and cracks in the walls. You would sneak around and look at me through the cracks in the wall while I was taking a sponge bath in the kitchen." "You knew about that?" I asked incredulously. "Sure," she replied. "Holes in walls don't have eyeballs in them. But, there was no problem, you were only ten or twelve and you wanted to know what a woman looked like without clothes on. Besides it was a little erotic for me even back then." And she chuckled at herself.
This whole conversation was getting me very aroused, Mom couldn't help but notice my growing erection and asked, "Would you mind if I touched it Ted?"
I replied, "Sure, go ahead."
She gently placed her fingers on my swelling dick. She expertly stroked up and down the length of the shaft through the fabric of my underwear as she watched fascinated by its growing size. She said absently, "You are a very well developed man sweetie. Some woman will one day be blessed to have this hunk of meat inside her. Right now I wish that I could have it inside of me." She paused and took a deep breath before she continued, "I told you once that there were some things that even you could not do for me, that being sexually. I've found now that I was at least partially wrong, I do get satisfaction, a lot of satisfaction from just being naked and naughty in front of you. In the fact just watching while you are jacking off makes me hot as hell. And when I am naked and stroking myself off and watching you jacking off like crazy it makes it even better. I have gotten off better these last couple of nights than I have in a very long time, maybe even better than I ever have." She laughed nervously and continued, "But I think that this has gone on about as far as it can go, I need more and I am going to need you to give it to me."
"Ok Mom, does that mean that you want me to fuck, I mean make love to you?" I asked confusedly but somewhat hopefully.
"We'll have to see about that," she said, "but there are more things that a man and a woman can do together than just that to achieve satisfaction. I know that you are well aquainted with these things and how to do them. Sharon told me that on top of being damn well hung you certainly know your way around the bedroom." She looked lovingly at me and continued, "I really need you to do this for me sweetie, I know that I have depended on you a lot these last few months, and this is just one more thing that you will have to do for your old mommy. But, I promise you if you do this for me I will certainly make it worth your while, if you know what I mean." I thought I knew what she meant, but even if I didn't how could I turn down an offer like that from a half naked horny lovely woman with her hand stroking my dick.
I didn't think on it very long before I said, "Sure Mom, sounds great."
She rolled away from me and sat up on the bed, as she did the robe fell away from her body exposing her firm breasts and thick thatch of dark brown hair. She said, "While mommy gets comfy, why don't you go and get us a couple of beers."
I got up from the bed and started toward the kitchen when a thought struck me and I asked, "How about the kids? I wouldn't want to wake them up with, well you know…"
"Oh, they are at your uncles for the weekend." She said while pulling the robe from beneath her and then she continued, " They had some sort of bible camp or other and he invited them up for a couple of days. They need to be with kids their own age and we need to talk and stuff. Besides do you think that I would be naked in bed with my son if I thought that my daughter would be walking in on us? Hell, Beth might even want to join in, the horny little minx, and I want you all to myself for tonight."
Relieved I went to the fridge in the kitchen and returned with two cold bottles of Milwaukee's finest. Mom lay there naked on bed, her robe laying disgarded on the floor. I walked over and handed her a beer, she took it and took a good long drink from the bottle before she said, "Why don't you take that lotion that I bought for you today and spread it on my body. We're entering some new territory here and I think that we should take it slow and really get to know each other."
Mom took another long pull on the long neck and put her beer down on the nightstand and picked up the bottle of lotion sitting there beside it and handed it to me. She then rolled onto her stomach, turned her head to the side and waited. I crawled onto the bed beside her, sitting on my knees and looked at the bottle. I opened the top and poured a bit out on my hand and looked at the white skin of her back and buttocks, "Where do I start?" I asked myself. It all looked so delicious to me, but I figured that I would start at the top and work my way down so I put my lotion covered hands on her shoulders and began to apply the lotion there. I felt a slight shiver go through her body as I put my hands to her skin, and she murmured, "Mmmm," and let out a long sigh. She felt hot to my fingers as I stroked the lotion onto her skin, and from time to time she would let out a light moan. I finished with her shoulders and moved my hands down her back. I applied more lotion to my hands and began to rub the smooth skin of her back slowly moving down toward the lovely twin globes of her buttocks. As I began to stroke the skin of her cute little ass, I could feel the goose flesh rise beneath my fingertips, and she lifted her butt slightly toward my stroking hands. I moved my hands lightly over her skin, stroking the lotion on slowly as I worked my way down her ass and onto her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and I began to apply lotion to her inner thighs and upper legs. I ran my hands between her legs and lightly brushed the hair of her vagina. I could feel the warmth of her cunt on my hand. I lightly stroked the lips of her pussy with my fingertips and was rewarded by a shudder that seemed to originate deep within her body.
"Mmmm, baby, that feels good." She moaned softly as I stroked up the length of her vagina. I felt the hardness of her clit as I stroked her slit, it was long and hard and protruded above the soft skin of her labia like a very small penis. I stroked the clit with the tips of my fingers again and she raised her pelvis from the bed and I thought that I felt another small quake move through her body. I stroked Mom's clitoris a few more times and then lightly moved my fingers along the hot flesh of her cleft to the entrance to her vagina. It was all wet and hot as I ran my fingertip around the entrance to her cavern of love before sinking it deep inside the depths of her pussy.
I ran that one finger in and massaged the interior for a second, she spread her legs wider and moaned, "God, that feels so good. I am so damn horny baby. Do your mother right baby, ummmmm." I pulled my finger out and inserted a second and moved them around the hot sweet depths of her pussy, slowly stroking and massaging her vaginal walls. I heard her catch her breath and then groan as I felt the walls of her pussy tremble around my fingers.
I heard her breath go ragged for a moment and then she said, "Why don't you let me turn over sweetie. You need to put some lotion on my front too. Besides I want to be able to look at you while you put the lotion on my skin."
Mom turned over and put her hands under her head, and she said, "Why don't you give your mother a kiss before you get started?" I bent over and kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss with eagerness and I felt her tongue move lightly across my lips before pushing into my mouth. My tongue moved to meet hers, they touched and began probing and stroking. Then I pushed my tongue past her velvety lips and into the depths of her mouth, she sucked hungrily at my tongue before pushing it back into my mouth where I sucked ravenously on her tongue. Our mouths crushed together, lips locked in passionate embrace and my hand moved over the silky-smooth skin of her body, caressing her breasts and stroking her belly before I inserted my fingers back into the dripping depths of her cunt. One of her hands stirred from beneath her head and moved to the back of my head, pulling me even nearer. Her other hand slowly traveled down to stroke my leg and then moved up to stroke my inflexible organ through the fabric of my underwear. Her fingers moved up and struggled with the waistband of my jockey's until the finally managed to pull it down enough to liberate my engorged penis from it's bonds, and she began to stroke it enthusiastically.
Ours mouths were crushed together, her tongue filled my mouth and I sucked on it hungrily. I could hear and feel her moan into my mouth as she reached one orgasm after another, her arm was around my neck holding me so tight that I could barely breath, her other hand stroked my stiff Johnson zealously. Finally she pulled her mouth from mine, pulled my head down into the cup of her neck, and she let out a moan as her buttocks lifted from the mattress. She quivered and shook as she reached an explosive orgasm, her whole body convulsing in a rapture of passion. With her mouth next to my ear the sound of her cry seemed almost deafening and I felt the flesh of her pussy pulse once more around my fingers as her juices flowed freely down them onto my hand and wrist. She went limp for an instant and her arm fell free from my neck. I pulled my mouth from her neck and straightened up. She was panting like she had just run a sprint. Her breasts rose and fell with an uneven rhythm, her eyes were closed and her lips half open in a relaxed smile.
My fingers continued moving in and out of her sweltering pussy, her hand was moving slowly over the span of my steel hard pole and as I watched she opened her eyes, arched her body again and let out another long, drawn out sigh, before collapsing back on the sheet smiling happily.
I pulled my hand free from its loving confinement in her cunt and picked up the bottle of lotion again. I poured out a little bit into the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together and began to apply the lotion to Mom's breasts. As I stroked over the skin, I noticed that even though Mom's tits were firm and round, their texture was softer and the skin was smoother than most of the girls that I had fooled around with. Maybe it was having breast fed five kids, or maybe it was just the nature of her body. I stroked and kneaded her tits and they began to firm up beneath my touch and her nipples were transforming beneath my touch into rosettes with their rigid centers calling out for attention. I gently stroked my fingers over the tips of her erect nipples and then cupped her breasts once more in my hands and slid my hands simultaneously over both of them from nipple to base and then back up to squeeze the both, my palm pressed against the erect nipples. I slid my hands up her breasts almost to the shoulders and then back down and ran my fingers over the underside of the breasts and then around and over the sides. Then with my palms on the sides of her breasts I took the nipples between my fingers and thumb and lightly rolled them. I could hear her intake of breath and her eyes fluttered open, "That's nice!" she moaned throatily.
I leaned over and put my lips to her nipple. I kissed it lightly, brushing my lips over its firm surface, and then I ran my tongue over the very tip of the nipple while my hand cupped and lightly stroked the firm body of her breast. I slowly lowered my lips over the length, or should I say height of her erect nipple. Her nipples were close to an inch in height and firm as pebbles, the lotion I had rubbed on them gave them a rosy taste that I somehow found exhilarating. I moved my right hand down her body, gently brushing her skin until I reached her pussy again. I wasted no time inserting three of my fingers deep inside of her sweltering wet twat. I moved my fingers around within her while my thumb gently massaged the hard button of her clitoris. As I sucked and stroked her slowly, I could feel her body respond and she moved her hips slowly in rhythm with my gentle massage. The hand that she had kept locked on my cock began to stroke in the same rhythm as her body, and I heard a soft moan from her half opened mouth. I switched my attention to her other breast and my left hand began to squeeze her right breast.
"Squeeze me hard baby! Suck me hard lover! Damn, you're making mommy cum again sweetie. Damn, uggghhhh, damnnnnn!" she gasped and she lay still for a moment.
I leaned over and kissed her lightly on her sweat-covered lips. She kissed my back softly and without opening her eyes said, "You're very good sweetie. Almost makes me wish we had done this a long time ago." She sighed and she continued, "Now why don't you lay back and let your old Mom catch her breath and then she will make you feel good too."
I stood up and Mom reached over and took her beer from the nightstand. She took a long drink, looked at my crotch and said, " Why don't you let your horse out of the barn? It must be suffocating in there, I'm sure it needs to breath." I didn't understand for a second until she ran her fingers over my dick again and I looked down to see that my rock hard cock was sticking only part way out, with the waistband lying just below the base of my dick and across my balls. She looked up at me and said teasingly, "Would you like me to get rid of those things for you?"
"Sure" I replied, "I always like the lady to start the show the way she wants too"
Mom put her beer down on the nightstand and moved to a sitting position, her face directly in front of the quivering flesh of my raging manhood. She looked hungrily at the rigid flesh of my dick and moved her fingers up to the waistband. I tensed my buttocks slightly as she hooked her fingers under the waistband and expertly pulled the underwear down and off of my body. The motion of my final disrobment caused my engorged member swing back and forth its' purple head looking like a helmet on a totem pole. She gazed at it enraptured, almost like she had never seen it before and I could see her tongue unconsciously move over her lips. She wrapped her hand around its rock hard flesh and I saw her eyes grow large and then glaze with passion as she ran her supple fingers over its length. She seemed to be amazed at its size and girth and she said, "Damn, it is even more impressive up close!" She lowered her warm sweet lips to kiss the fevered flesh of my waiting cock. She kissed the raging purple head softly, once, twice, then extended her tongue and gently ran it over the tip of the globe. I thought that I was going to cum right then and involuntarily jerked my hips, but the feeling passed and she continued to run her tongue over the tortured flesh of my raging cock. She turned her face up slightly toward me, gave me an impish grin and immediately started to run her tongue down the length of my fevered shaft. As she slowly made her way to the base of my dick, I thought that I was going to go out of my mind, the feeling was so very exquisite. She would stop to kiss and lick my hot fevered flesh in a rite of exquisite torture. Then as she moved slowly and lovingly back up the length of my dick I felt like I was going to simply explode, and my flesh involuntarily quivered beneath her touch. When whe finally reached the purple head she ran her tongue lightly over its hot flesh, licking the precum like a child licking the icing off of a cupcake and then she parted her lips and slowly slid steele hard flesh into the raging inferno that was her mouth. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could manage and began to move back and forth, in and out, sucking and licking. Her hand moved between her thighs and she masturbated while she moved her mouth over the flesh of my dick. I saw her body jerk or convulse slightly and I heard her moan as she came a time or two in just the first few strokes. After a few minutes of ecstasy she slowly pulled her mouth free, turned her face up at me and said, "I feel like I haven't had a man in years. I am so horny, so fevered. I think it is having you finally that excites me so much. I've been wanting this for a long time, maybe too long." She looked up at me and asked wickedly, "Do you like your mommy sucking your dick? Would you like me to suck it some more?"
"Oh yeah, Mom. I love it, do it all night." I replied between gasps of pleasure as her tongue once again played over my dick and balls. "Suck me mommy, suck your baby off."
She moved her mouth back over my dick and I watched her move up and down the length of my cock, I could hear the slurp as she sucked passionately on my dick and I knew that she wanted me to blow into her mouth. But, she pulled her mouth from around my dick, rolled back on the bed, patted the spot next to her and said, "Lay down here next to me and mommy will make you feel really good." Then she lay back and waited with a grin on her face.
I climbed back onto the bed and as I moved to the spot that she indicated, I straddled her body for a moment and kissed her on the lips. As our lips met she reached up and grasped my Johnson and I thought that we were going to fuck right then and there. But, a slight upward pressure from her hand on my dick moved me on over her prostrate form and I rolled onto my back next to her. She rolled over with me and crushed her lips to mine as her breasts rubbed my arm and the hairs of my chest. Her hand was on my dick and it was gently and insistently stroking up and down on the steely flesh. Her lips left mine and she ran her tongue over my cheek and down my neck. She stopped to suck on each of my nipples, lightly nibbling on each of them as she moved down my body, finally devouring my penis once more with her ravenous mouth. She moved her mouth up and down my rigid cock while her hands gently and sometimes not so gently massaged my balls.
As she maddly sucked on my riggid member she somehow managed to get up on her hands and knees and swing her legs across my body so that she was straddling my head. Then she slowly lowered her steaming pussy onto my lips. As her hot wet flesh touched my waiting lips my tongue began to trace the line of her slit and move over the swollen lips of her cunt, tracing the line of the labia through the full bush of dark and wet pubic hair.
I ran my tongue unto the depths of her slit and lightly massaged the walls of her cleft. Then I ran my tongue up the length of her pussy and began to stroke and suck on the swollen flesh of her erect clit. I stroked it slowly from base to tip and then back up, I pulled the engorged flesh of her love button into my mouth and lightly sucked on it while I ran my tongue over its swollen head. I felt her lower her buttocks almost dislodging my lips from her clit. I tickle it some more before releasing it to move my tongue along the steaming cleft to her cavern of pleasure.
I ran my tongue over the sides of the opening for a few seconds before I plunge it into her as far as it would reach, probing and tickling around the sides, stroking the tender tissues of her pussy. I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and squeezed and stroked them like I would her breasts, then I ran my fingers down the cleavage of her ass and gently stroked her anus, gently inserting the tip of my finger and then stroking in a gentle pulse with the same rhythm as my tongue inside of her vagina. I could feel the flesh move and tremble as she reached one small orgasm after another. She flowed freely, her copious juices flowing over my tongue and down my chin to drip on my neck where they mixed with my sweat. I loved the taste of her pussy and the taste of her cum, it tasted sweet like honey to me and I lapped at it eagerly drinking it in, smearing it on my face.
I felt her move her body above me as her lips engulfed my dick again and again. I spread my legs and raise my hips to make it easier for her as she devoured my dick with her mouth. I could hear the little grunts of desire and the slurp of her lips moving on my shaft. I wanted to cum right then, to shoot my wad down her waiting throat, but I knew that it is not time yet and held back as best I could. I felt her buck against me again as she came again, this time more violently than the last.
She sucked more passionately than ever before, and then she suddenly released my dick and began to suck and lick on my balls. I could hear her mumble, "Damn your good, damn your good." And she returned to sucking my still rock hard member.
Then she slowed her strokes and released my dick from the friendly confines of her mouth. She ran her tongue down the length of my cock, lightly kissed it and reluctantly raised her head from her human lunch.
I was still caught up in the thrill of eating her gloriouse pussy as she she moved her body from above me. I was somewhat confused, I thought that I must have screwed up and disapointed her somehow. But she gave me a warm kiss and a big smile as she turned on the bed and leaned over toward the nightstand.
She opened the drawer to the nightstand, and pulled something out. It was a small foil package and I quickly realized that it is a rubber. She opened the pack and took it out. Then she leaned over and skillfully unrolled the prophylactic onto my penis. For some reason this caused my dick to soften slightly and she placed her mouth around it and stroked it until it is once again rigid as an iron rod.
She then sat upright and swung her legs over me so that she straddled me once more, this time facing me. She reached down and grasped the rock hard flesh of my crank with her soft hand, guided it to the opening of her steamy wet pussy and slowly lowered her body, impaling her vagina on the upright length of my rock hard cock. She leaned back and reached down to take my hands and place them on her swollen breasts, she moved them about, crushing them to her flesh as she began to ride up and down on my swollen member.
I slid slowly in and out of her lovely wet pussy. She was not tight so I thought that this would last quite a while. Then I felt the muscles of her cunt begin to clench and unclench around my dick, there was a look of concentration on her face and a small smile and I felt her pussy tighten to an almost strangle hold on the dick inside of her. She began to pick up rhythm and soon I am sliding in and out and she was stroking faster and faster. She leaned back and I felt her pussy tighten around my dick. I raised my knees up and put my feet flat on the bed so that I could thrust up into her as she rode me so expertly.
I felt her flesh quiver as she came again and she leaned over to cover my mouth with hers in a mad, wild, crushing kiss. Our stomachs slapped together as I drove up and into her, spraying sweat with each contact. Her mouth left mine and her lips slid down my neck to the flesh of my shoulder. I felt her violently bite my shoulder and then she was screaming, crying out in passion as she had one very violent orgasm after another. I could feel my orgasm coming too. I thrust up and into her again and again as I felt my dick begin to swell and then I exploded inside of her, sending my cum into the latex receptacle around it, but in my mind I was cumming inside of my mother and the feeling was ecstasy.
I slowed down my stroking and moved to pull out, "No" she said "No don't pull out now, I want you inside of me until you are completely limp." We laid there silently, her body on top of mine, her tongue gently moving over my sweaty skin until finally she released me and she rolled off of me. We lay there panting and sweaty and she began to lightly laugh.
I asked her, "What is so funny?"
She replied, "I never thought that I would lose control like that. I really wanted you to cum inside of me. You are really special in bed son." She looked down at my now limp dick and said, "I had better clean you up there."
She leaned over and slowly unrolled the rubber from my cock and began to lick the cum from my dick making cute little appreciative sounds as she did. She looked at me and said, "I've always liked the taste of semen, but yours tastes especially sweet tonight." She smiled at me and went back to licking me clean.
She took my crank into he mouth and began to suck passionately. To her surprise I began to swell again and soon I filled her mouth as she moved up and down on me sucking hungrily. I knew that I was not going to last long this time so I was ready to relax and enjoy the ride.
However, Mom has other plans and she pivoted her body and swung her legs over me so that she straddled my head, the next thing I know I was once again looking into the depths of my mother's sweet pussy. I grabbed a couple of pillows to go under my head and began to avidly devour the sweet juices of her cunt.
I ran my tongue into her slit and twirled it around stroking the sides of her cavern of passion as she feverishly sucked on my steely rod.
Before too long we were both ready to cum. I could feel the juices of my passion well up from the base of my cock and I sent my hot juices into her waiting mouth.
This seemed to trigger an even greater passion inside of her and she furiously tried to swallow all of the copiouse juices that I shot into her hungry mouth but there was too much for her to handle and it began to squirt out of the corner of her mouth and ran down my dick.
Her juices are coating my face and I lapped at them hungrily. Soon we are both spent and she reluctantly released my now limp dick and rolled off of me. She grabbed the beers from the nightstand.
"These beers are warm." She said with disgust.
"Well, they were cold when we started." I replied and we both laughed. She moved over and kissed me on the lips and we cuddled for a while.
I must have dozed off for a few minutes because I began to dream of warm lips on my tender cock. My eyes fluttered open, sleep subsided, but the sensation remains and grew stronger. I looked down to see my mother frantically moving her lips and tongue over my engorged penis.
She glanced up and seeing that I am awake and says with a little chuckle, "It got hard and I hated to see it go to waste." Then she slid her mouth over the head and began to go after it with real passion. This time I just laid back and enjoyed the ride.