"Have we got everything?" I yelled out as I closed the trunk of my mom's Jaguar.
"I think so." Mom responded, hurrying out of the house and locking the front door.
We were just about to leave for a weekend family get-away to our cabin in the woods. I've always loved going up there, to that cabin, especially as a kid. I'd get to run all through the forest, climb trees, go fishing, and so on. And I still like doing all that same stuff now, too. Even though I'm 23, our annual weekend trips to the cabin remain a cherished pastime.
"Hello?" Mom said, answering her cell phone, right as she reached out for the passenger side door handle.
"Alright... Okay... Yes... Yes... I understand... Bye."
She pressed the hang up button pretty hard and looked up at me with a frustrated look.
"Your father won't be joining us. Says he has to spend another week in Arizona, working on that project."
It actually didn't come as much of a shock to me that dad wouldn't be accompanying us. Things had been rocky between him and mom recently. I hadn't even seen him in months, though that's not unusual, since he's always away on business, but I've heard the two of them having lots of shouting matches on the phone lately, more so than usual, and when they do actually talk, the tone between them is far from warm and fuzzy.
Although my mom seemed upset by dad not coming with us at first, the second she got in the car, she perked up.
"Well, I'm glad we'll be spending time together. I've really missed you since you moved out." She said smilingly.
With the rough economy, it took almost a year after I finished college for me to find permanent, decent paying employment. My parents, my mom namely, were very cool about letting me stay at home for a while, save up some money, and look for jobs. Although I was pleased in many regards to have found work and a place of my own, I have to say that I've missed her a lot, too, since I moved out.
I smiled back at mom and was secretly rather happy that dad would be absent, spending some alone time with her was alright with me. You see, I've had a crush on my mom for quite a while. Yes, I know, that's not something a normal person should have, a crush on his or her mom. But I can't help it. Honestly, she's probably the most amazing woman I've ever known. I've had feelings for her since I was 12 or so, right around the time when I first started to be interested in the opposite sex. And recently, things have been, you could say, different between us. There's been a sexual tension that never really existed before...
Pulling out of the driveway, shifting gears, my hand brushed up against my mom's shapely thigh, which was partially draped by her dark greenish sundress. Just brushing up against her smooth skin sent tingles through my body. Instead of jerking her leg away, though, like I thought she might, she reached over and gently rubbed my arm.
"So, you think you can handle two whole days with your old mom, all alone in the wilderness?" She said with a chuckle.
"Of course! I've survived much worse." I joked. She delivered me a soft punch in the arm for that quip.
"Besides, you're not that old, and I love hanging with you. You know that."
She leaned over and planted a peck on my stubbly cheek, then sat back and reclined in her seat. Her soft lips on my cheek felt rather nice.
Altogether, I was feeling pretty good at this point, I must say. Here I was cruising down the highway in my mom's Jaguar, which she only recently let me drive, with her riding shotgun, about to spend the weekend alone with her. Plus, there was a full case of wine in the trunk. Life wasn't too bad.
The closer we came to the cabin, the more my mind ran wild with the possibilities of what might occur once we got there. Okay, so like I said, there's been serious sexual tension recently between us, and I've got a major crush on my mom. Which, again, like I said is weird, but if you saw her you'd understand. She's a knockout. Seriously, seriously, a knockout.
A total fitness freak, she does aerobics four to five times a week, eats healthy, the whole lot. About 5-8, her figure is tight and slightly voluptuous, all the jiggles in the right places, if you know what I mean. Of Irish decent, she has emerald eyes and flaming red, wavy hair and her skin is creamy but not too pale, and softer than the softest silk I've ever touched. And the way she walks, too, wow. It's one of those super feminine walks that just drives a stake through your heart. Damn, is it something sexy...
And it's not just her physical charms, either, that make her so hot. She knows how to present herself too. She always dresses stylishly but not slutty, in jean-skirts, miniskirts, black tights, and hip-hugging stretch pants that accent her curves perfectly. And since she had me at 18, she's young at only 41, and she looks about five to ten years younger than that due to her intense fitness regimen. Oftentimes in public people will think she's my sister or girlfriend. Basically, to sum it up, she's a total babe. Easily a 10.
But what gets me more than her looks is her personality. She's easy-going, has a great sense of humor, and seems to always know the right thing to say and the right time to say it. Not only that, but she's smart. She's well-read and has worked as a newspaper editor for years and can go on about almost any subject at length. I don't think there's a single topic that she doesn't know at least something about. We'll often engage in hours of stimulating, intellectual discussion. Mind, body, and soul, truly, she's got it all. She's just an incredible woman in every way possible, the complete package.
So, yeah, my feelings for her go back a long ways. Really, it has been that ever since I became interested in girls, I've been interested in her. As a pubescent kid newly discovering the opposite sex, it didn't take me long to realize how hot my mom is and to start thinking and looking at her differently. Around the house she often wore (and still wears) only a long t-shirt, and growing up I had several glimpses of her aerobicized legs and numerous views of her panties when she bent over to pick something up, or as she crossed her legs. I peeked in on her a lot, too, through her bedroom door that she'd occasionally leave slightly open, while she dressed or got out of the shower.
She was actually the first naked woman I can ever remember seeing. And not a bad one at that. Her perky breasts and heart-shaped, well-sized rear entered into my mind many, many times as a horny teenager and still do now. And, of course, although I always felt (and still feel) guilty about it afterwards, I've masturbated to the thought of sex with her countless times, more so than any other woman. I'd never really thought about things going any farther than fantasy, however.
But recently, things have gotten a bit different between us. Being an only child, I was somewhat of a mama's boy, and she was very traditionally maternal towards me. But after I came back home from college, our relationship changed. I'd grown up quite a lot since I'd left home, both intellectually and physically. I was now a mature, well-built young man. The weight lifting I'd gotten into from my PE classes had me much more fit than I was as a teen, when I was all scrawny. And I think mom definitely noticed, too, because she started acting strangely around me, talking differently to me, and looking differently at me. We even started kind of dating, actually.
With my dad away all the time for work, and me out of work, doing odd part-time jobs, etc, I was home a lot, and so mom and I began eating dinner together almost every night, taking turns cooking. Being each other's most frequent company, we started to spend much more time together, going out to movies, art galleries, taking long walks around the neighborhood and park. Since I was broke and having no luck with the ladies at this point, she was really the only female I was around, and it's almost like we were dating, and she was my girlfriend, sort of, and like I was her boyfriend. At least I liked to think so. Whatever it was going on with us, I definitely enjoyed the time I was spending with her, and my romantic feelings and sexual cravings for her grew immensely.
Though things between us have been strictly platonic, we definitely have become more physically affectionate of late; hugging much more than we ever did before. And full body hugs, too, close, tight, and long lasting. We've also given each other many more kisses on the cheek than I can remember; doing it practically every time we see each other.
But probably what I've enjoyed most recently is watching TV or movies with her at home and snuggling up with her on the couch. I can't recall exactly how this ritual began, but I've really enjoyed it. It usually starts with me sitting on the couch watching TV and her joining me, crawling up next to me, and snuggling with me, usually with her lying on my chest and a blanket pulled over us. While she lies there with me, I'll run my fingers through her hair, which is just so incredibly soft, or rest my hand on her arm or stomach. I've popped a few boners during these snuggling sessions, but fortunately she's never noticed, or at least I didn't notice her noticing.
We also seem to be generally flirty towards each other, making frequent comments about "looking good" and so on and there's just something in the air between us, like a tension. It was really starting to get to a boiling point right before I moved out. The night before I left the house, we went out on what could be construed as an actual date.
To celebrate my securing employment and a new apartment, we went out to a classy restaurant/lounge, had a few drinks, even slowed danced. It was a truly spectacular night. At the end of the evening, as we were saying goodnight, there was that awkward date-type moment where the man is expected to go in for a kiss. I thought of doing it, going in for a real kiss with her, a French kiss, but I punked out and only pecked her on the cheek. And amazingly, I could have sworn she seemed disappointed that she only got a peck and that I didn't go further.
After that "date," I was so worked up and into her that I was actually thinking of coming clean, telling her how I feel, or even trying to "put the moves on her" at another juncture but I could never work up the nerve. She is, after all, my mom. And what if she freaked out or said no? It could ruin our relationship, our friendship, and neither of those are things I wished to jeopardize.
Upon moving out, I figured things would slow down, that the thoughts would dissipate, but they haven't. It's been two weeks and I still think of her all the time. And now, here we were, about to spend the weekend alone together. And what's going to happen? What's going to happen if we actually took it to the next level and did something? What would she do if I tried? Flirting, however abnormal, was innocent fun. But letting me do anything sexual with her? Would she? I just couldn't logically see it happening. Not too many women out there would do anything like that with their sons. I wasn't sure I could even work up the nerve to try it, either. But damn, did I want to...
When we arrived at the cabin my mind was on overdrive. Mom had been quiet the entire way up there, hardly saying a word but smiling a lot. I wondered to myself what she was thinking about.
"The old place always looks the same, doesn't it?" I said, pulling up in the gravel driveway. I was really just trying to make conversation.
"Sure does. But that's what I like about it, the familiarity." She replied, gathering up her belongings from the car.
I cut off the engine, got out, and grabbed our bags from out of the trunk and brought them into the cabin. The place really does look the same, I thought to myself. The bear skin rug my grandpa bought, the hearth oven, the dusty fireplace, dusty smell, tacky oil paintings from the 1940s... Ah... I totally love this place.
It's an easy place to love too. It's tiny but cozy, with only two modestly sized bedrooms, a main room with a little but full, recently renovated kitchen on the side, and two claustrophobically small bathrooms, each with only an ancient shower, basin style sink, and old toilet with a long pull string to flush with. After nostalgically gazing around for a second, I went back outside to get the wine from the car.
"Hey, do you want the pasta tonight or do you want me to make that chicken stew?" Mom yelled out as she stuffed the fridge with food.
"Let's have the pasta. It'll go well with this wine." I said, coming back into the cabin. I then set the case of merlot down on the kitchen floor and Mom looked down at it and nodded approvingly.
After unpacking, we spent the afternoon walking around the woods, enjoying the autumnal colors, and just hanging out. For about an hour or so, right as dusk approached, we sat on a wooden bench by the duck pond in the backyard of our cabin, cuddling and talking.
"Look at those ducks over there... They seem to be having a good time." I mentioned, alluding to a pair of ducks that appeared to be both fighting and trying to mate.
"I'm having a good time, too." Mom replied softly, shining that beautiful smile of hers my way and looking me deeply in the eyes.
The look she gave me really got to me. Just the way she spoke to me, too, it sounded so different from the way she used to talk to me when I was a kid. Gazing back into her green eyes as they gleamed in the sunset, seeing her hair blowing around in the cool breeze, I couldn't help myself anymore, and I did something I couldn't believe I'd ever do.
I lowered my face to hers and kissed her, lightly, right on her delicate, red lips. It wasn't a quick peck, either. It probably lasted for a second or two, though it felt like longer. I didn't slip any tongue in, but still, kissing her like that was farther than I'd ever gone.
After I pulled back, I felt a bit embarrassed by what I'd done. And ashamed. I suddenly worried she'd flip out or push me away, but instead, she smiled coyly at me, and went back to resting her head on my chest. We sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she got up.
"I'm going to start making dinner now. I'm starving." She said, reaching her hand out to me.
"Sounds good. I'm quite hungry myself. All this walking and duck watching has worked up my appetite." I replied, taking her hand into mine, and letting her pull me up off the bench. I held onto her, too, and we walked back to the cabin holding hands.
When we got back inside, mom disappeared into her room to change and came back out a few minutes later wearing a pair of black stretch pants and a low cut red blouse that showed ample cleavage. She also had put on some sort of vanilla perfume that was intoxicating. She was looking and smelling awfully hot as she started to whisk around the kitchen, cutting, dicing, boiling, and stirring. I couldn't help but take several glances at her heart-shaped ass every time she bent over to get something out of the fridge or look down her shirt while she stirred the pasta sauce. She really did look hot.
"Do you need any help cooking?" I asked.
"Do I look like I need help?" She shot back, with a sly grin. "You just pop a bottle of wine and set the table. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes."
Probably pushing my luck, since she always hated me coming into the kitchen when she was cooking, I went in there, walked up behind her, pressed up to her, and wrapped my arms around her stomach. I put my chin down on the top of her left shoulder, by her neck, and planted a juicy kiss on her cheek, sort of like the ones we'd been giving each other a lot recently, but slightly longer lasting and wetter.
"Smells delicious in here." I whispered into her ear.
She blushed, her cheeks got all red, and she giggled and didn't say anything. I purposely grinded up against her body, namely my crotch into her ass, as I hugged her, and I could feel the soft firmness and warmth of her buttcheeks and ass crack against my genitals. This was starting to give me an erection so I pulled away and sat down at the table for a second to cool down. I started feeling guilty again, too. What the fuck was I doing playing around with my mom like this? This really was going a lot farther than ever before.
"You just be patient, young man..." Mom said, avoiding eye contact with me, her voice cracking.
It took a couple minutes of thinking about Susan Boyle and Rosie O'Donnell to kill my boner, but as soon as it softened, I set the table and we sat down to eat. The pasta she'd whipped up was delectable, and she'd made some sort of mushroom sauce that was out of this world. During dinner, we both helped ourselves to plenty of wine and talked about a wide array of subjects.
Not that she didn't look gorgeous before, but after four or five glasses of wine, mom couldn't have looked any better. The wine really loosened me up too. The feelings of guilt and shame I'd had about all the thoughts and flirting began to go away, and it felt like I was merely having a lovely dinner with a superhot mature women. The candles I'd lit and the dim lighting made the atmosphere that much more pleasant. And romantic.
"That's it for me. I don't think I can handle dessert."
"Yeah, you made quite a large bowl of pasta there, mom."
"Well, I was under the impression I'd be cooking for three."
"I think it's better like this anyway. Dad never seemed to do much on these trips other than gulp down brewskis and watch TV. I've always liked coming up here, though."
Mom sighed and got up without saying anything. Then she picked up her plate, walked into the kitchen, set her plate down in the sink, and stood facing the window, with her arms crossed.
I walked up next to her and put my arm around her shoulder.
"Things haven't been good between your father and I... For a long, long time..." She said, with a heavy sadness in her tone.
"I know... But let's not think about that now, mom. Why don't we crack open that bottle of cognac and make a fire? It's gotten chilly in here."
"It has, but I think I'd rather watch a movie, in my room... You should... Come in there with me. I don't want to be alone right now. You can sleep with me tonight if you want, too. It seems like it's been forever since I slept with anyone."
Maybe it was a Freudian slip what she said. Maybe not. I don't know, but hearing her ask me to sleep with her left me speechless, and I couldn't even muster a reply.
"Don't get any funny ideas, young man!" She nervously laughed and slapped me lightly on the chest. "I know it's strange, but I'm just tired of being in bed by myself every night and want some company, someone to cuddle with and hold, like we do on the sofa. I like doing that. But don't you dare tell your father or anyone about any of this!"
"No, I... Like it too. A lot. I think... That'd be cool. I'd love to sleep with you, mom." I jokingly blurted out, breaking up the awkwardness. My cheeky response earned me another chest slap.
"Okay, I'm going to get ready for bed. You clear off the table and then do the same. And meet me in my room. With that bottle of cognac..."
"Okay, mom." I said, obeying her commands. I gave her a light pat on the lower back, picked up the dishes, and went back to my room to change for bed.
As I brushed my teeth and flossed, I felt both excited and bummed out. It was cool I'd be getting a chance to "sleep" with her and cuddle, for a whole night, but she'd also made it clear not to expect anything. Not like I should expect anything sexual, from my mom of all people, but still, it had seemed like all the flirting was leading up to something, and here we were, alone in the woods, half-drunk, under-sexed, together, about to sleep in the same bed, and we're not going to do anything? I don't know. The whole situation was just so confusing. But all and all I figured cuddling up with a woman as beautiful as my mom for the night probably wouldn't be too bad, even if it didn't go further.Usually I sleep in the nude, but showing up to my mom's bed naked probably wouldn't have gone over well, so I came in there, cognac in hand, wearing a pair of red boxers and a white cotton t-shirt. When I got into her room she was still in the bathroom so I climbed into her bed, got under the covers, poured a couple crystal glasses full of cognac, placed hers on the nightstand by her side of the bed, and sipped on mine. A few minutes later, mom came out of the bathroom. She was wearing only a long navy blue t-shirt.
"I see you bring gifts." She said, climbing into bed, getting under the covers, and helping herself to her tall glass of cognac.
"What sort of guest doesn't bring gifts?" I replied, reaching my arm around her, as she snuggled up next to me.
"Pass the remote over here. I think I already put a DVD in earlier." She said, her voice sounding kind of slurred. I think the wine from dinner and cognac she'd just downed were getting to her.
"I don't know where the remote is, mom. I just got here."
"It's on the nightstand by your side of the bed. Don't you see it?"
I looked over and didn't see it.
"No, it's not there. It's not on that nightstand."
"Then where is it? You did something to it, didn't you?" I could tell my mom was actually really wasted now by the way she accused me. I don't think I'd ever seen her so fucked up.
She started laughing and poking me in the chest, playfully.
"What did you do with that remote?!"
"Nothing! I swear!" I started laughing back at her.
"You're gonna give me that remote, mister!"
She then grabbed both my arms and attempted to wrestle them down. I'm not sure exactly what she was trying but I was never one to shy away from a good tussle and wasn't about to start now. So I quickly broke my arms free from her hands, secured both of her arms with my hands, and pinned her arms down behind her head and rolled over on top of her. Next thing I knew I was pancaking her, my lower body nestled between her open legs, my face inches from hers.
"What do you think you're doing?" I taunted and repeatedly asked her, laughing.
"I don't know..." She said, playfully.
She started squirming and then bucking up her pelvis repeatedly to try to throw me off, but it was to no avail. I was too big and heavy for that. During the course of her movements, her shirt rode up, and I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Pretty soon, as she was lifting up her pelvis to try to throw me off, her naked crotch began to rub against my crotch, which at this point was still covered by my boxers. But the heat of her pussy, the scent of her perfume, and how erotic it was that I was lying flat on top of her, wrestling around with her, started to give me an erection, and since I was wearing a pair of boxers with a slit in the front, there was really no place for my manhood to go but out.
And so it did. And right when it popped out she pushed herself up at me, and her naked pussy, all warm and wet, brushed my stiff cock directly. Her exposed pussy even caught the tip of my penis inside her moist opening for a split second. As soon as the contact occurred, we both felt it. It was certainly beyond a reasonable doubt what had just happened.
"Oooh..." Mom moaned. We'd been making steady eye contact and laughing the whole time while we wrestled, but as soon as that below the belt contact took place, her smile disappeared and she went dead silent.
She turned her head away, stopped bucking, and just lay there flat on her back. I figured at this point I'd be totally stupid not to make a move. Things had been building up for months to this point, with all the flirting, cuddling, hugging, stolen looks, etc. Now, here we were, half-naked in bed together, my hard cock just centimeters away from her naked pussy. The alcohol had definitely gotten to me, too, and I honestly didn't care anymore if she was my mom. At this moment in time I merely saw her as a beautiful woman and all I could think about was having passionate sex with her. I figured it was now or never. Who knows if I'd ever get this close or have this chance again...
So I leaned my face down to hers, let her arms free, and kissed her on the cheek. As I leaned in, my cock drew closer to her pussy, the tip of it touching at her outer lips. I could feel her pussy's warmth pulsating.
"No... We... Shouldn't be doing this..." Mom muttered. Her face looked all reddish and flush and she had sort of a half-shocked, half-aroused expression.
"Mom... Please..." I pushed my cock in closer, and was now penetrating her outer pussy lips.
"Ooow, nooo, stop that..." She whimpered and placed her hands on my muscular shoulders, tenderly stroking them in circular motions.
"Please... Please let me, mom. I need it... I need you..." I whispered into her ear. And with that, I pushed my cock all the way into her wet, hot pussy and began sliding it in and out of her slowly, in passionate, loving stokes. She was incredibly tight, maybe tighter than anyone I'd been with. It must've have been years since dad, or anyone, had fucked her.
"Ooooh... Noooooo... We shouldn't..." She kept moaning and muttering as I picked up the pace slightly, though I still wanted to savor it, and didn't go too fast. I didn't want to come too quick, and plus, this was my own mom, the woman I loved more than any other in the world. I wasn't going to wildly porn star fuck her. This gentle love making is what I always imagined it being like with her.
"Mom, I love you. I love you. You're so beautiful..." I said to her while I kissed her neck. Then I lifted up her shirt, pulled it over her head and off her, and I licked, sucked, and played with her large, juicy breasts. It felt so incredible to be sucking on the same tits that I'd sucked as a baby. And to be fucking the same pussy I came out of too.
"Oh I love you... Oh but God, but please..." She was babbling and talking gibberish now. And she still wasn't able to make eye contact with me. During the whole time, ever since that initial cock to pussy contact, she'd never been able to look at me. That was until I started to come.
"I'm gonna come... Ohh..." I murmured and then shot what seemed like shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This was actually my first time having sex without a condom. It felt so much better in general, but it was especially better to be shooting my load up into something instead of just a piece of rubber.
"Ahhh!!" Mom shuddered and screamed as my cum shot into her. I think she came herself because she convulsed and trembled and then looked me straight in the eyes, with that same half-petrified, half-aroused look, and she raised up her face to mine and French-kissed me, deeply, and fervently for about a minute. It was probably the best kiss I ever had. And the sex we'd just had would definitely rank in the superlative category as well.
After we finished kissing, I pulled out and lay down next to her. She immediately started to cry.
I didn't really know what to say. This was part of what I worried about, what would happen if we took it this far. Truth is, I felt guilty and ashamed about it too, much more guilty than I ever felt about masturbating to her. Seeing her cry made me tear up a little also.
"I love you, mom." I whispered to her.
"I love you, too." She whispered back. She kissed me on the lips, cuddled up to me, and stopped crying. We laid together in bed in total silence for what seemed like hours before we went to sleep.
The next morning I awoke to find her gone. I stumbled out of bed, my head spinning from the booze and festivities of the previous night. I walked into the kitchen and saw mom in there in her bathrobe, making bacon and eggs.
Neither of us knew what to say, so we both kind of nodded hello to each other. I sat down at the table and looked out the window. It was pouring rain. Probably no walks or outdoor stuff today, I thought to myself.
"Looks like it's going to be a rainy day. Guess we'll have to stay in." I said, cutting through the awkward silence.
"I'm sure we'll figure out something to do." Mom responded with a sudden smile.
"Seen any good movies lately?" I asked. We both started laughing.
"I never could find that damn remote!" Mom replied and pointed at me.
She then got a more serious look on her face.
"Listen, what happened last night... I... I don't..."
"Mom, it's cool. I wanted to. I have for a long time. You're an amazing woman, a real woman. You're nothing like the immature college girls I've been with. Besides, recently I've kind of felt like you've been, like, my girlfriend anyway. And I want you to be my girlfriend. I don't care how weird it is. I want to do this. I want to date you."
"I... have to confess that I feel the same way. Ever since you came back to the house, it's just... You've changed. You've become such a handsome and sweet young man. It's been so nice with you, having you around, getting so much attention from you. Your father and I, well, I think you know... But I just don't... I don't think we should do... What we did last night... It's not... I don't know... That was the first time I've cheated on him. He'd be so devastated if he found out about what we did. I can't help but feel so awful about the whole thing, for so many reasons..."
"So do I. I feel guilty and weird too. But so what? I don't care anymore. I'm sick of hiding my feelings for you. Dad never has to find out. No one does. It's no one else's business but ours what we do. And we don't have to do anything you don't want, either. We can take it slow. I just like... being with you. I don't want to lose that."
"Aww, I like being with you too. Things with you have been so wonderful recently. And, this is embarrassing to admit, but I have to say the night we went out to that restaurant a couple weeks ago was the best time I've had in years. And when we said goodnight, I secretly hoped that you'd kiss me."
"Really?"
"Really. I might have let you do more than that too. Those drinks and that slow dancing had me wound up. It was a magical night."
"That it was. I had a great time as well. And I wanted to kiss you, too, mom. I wish I'd known..."
"I guess it's not an easy thing to talk about. For either of us."
"I know, mom. But I feel a lot better now that we did."
"So do I..."
I then walked over to her, gave her a big hug, held her in my arms and looked her straight in the face.
"Look, mom, let's take things day by day. One step at a time."
"That... That sounds good. But don't expect to go all the way with me all the time. I'm not usually as much of a slut as I was last night. If you want to date me, you'll have to work for it."
"I will work for it. You're worth it."
"Oh you, such a sweet young man. Your mother must have raised you right."
"She did. She definitely did."
"Now sit down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Okay, mom."
I leaned in towards her to give her a quick kiss on the lips. To my surprise, she kissed me back and even slipped in a little tongue.
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll figure out a few things to do today." She said as we broke apart and I sat back down at the table.
"I'm sure we will." I replied.After our kiss, I sat back down to the kitchen table and dug into breakfast. Mom apparently had already eaten, or wasn't eating, and was standing by the sink, alternating between peering over at me, sipping on a mug of coffee, and looking out the window. Even though we'd cleared the air about last night and what was going on between us, a dense fog of awkwardness still lingered. Neither of us said a word for about the next ten minutes or so, but finally, mom broke the silence.
"So, you said you've wanted this for a long time. Exactly how long is a long time?" She asked with an inquisitive yet cautious facial expression.
"Since I can remember being into girls. I've always thought you were, you know, hot..." I told her, between bites, keeping my face down towards my plate. It remained a difficult thing to fess up to, even after having sex with her.
"Really? I never noticed. Not until recently, that is." She replied, with a slight grin.
My guilty conscience caused me to consider confessing to her about all the spying on her while she was dressing, masturbating to the thought of her, or maybe even telling her about stealing her panties a couple times, but I figured I'd spare her the gory details. Plus, I didn't want to risk blowing what I now had with her so I played it safe.
"Yeah, I was just always attracted to you. But it's gotten more intense over the last few months, when I moved back in and we started spending lots of time together. Maybe it's because it was then that I realized what an amazing woman you are, not only physically, but as a person." I managed to lift my head up and make eye contact with her as I told her this.
"You really are a sweet one, aren't you? Flattery will get you everywhere with me." She smirked and giggled as she said that.
"Get me everywhere, huh? I like the sound of that..." I shot back, smiling devilishly.
She continued to giggle and blushed a bit. Although she didn't respond vocally to my attempt at a witty and flirty comeback, her smile told me everything I needed to know.
"So what are we going to do today, mom? I could think of some fun indoor activities for us, since it seems like this rain won't be letting up anytime soon."
"I'm sure you could... But like I told you, I'm not always so easy. Besides, I don't know if I want to do exactly what we did last night, again, right now, whatever... I'm not... I'm not totally sure how I feel about it yet. But, if you behave, we might be able to have some fun."
"Some fun... Hmmm... I like fun..." I said as I finished off the last bit of eggs on my plate. Then I raised my coffee mug and took a swig. She'd made an Arabian blend in the new French press she'd bought, and it tasted fantastically rich and strong.
"Whatever we're going to do, I need to take a shower first." Mom said, turning around to wash the frying pan in the sink.
"I need one, too. Hey, maybe we could..."
"We could what?" Mom asked, craning her head around and flashing me a mischievous grin.
"Let's, us, together, maybe, take... a shower... If you're cool with that..." I was stumbling around for words, but I'm not exactly sure why. I'd already had sex with her, so it's not like I should've been nervous, but still, asking my mom to take a shower with me did seem sort of odd.
"I don't know... I told you I'm not sure about doing certain things with you again. Think you can handle yourself in there?" The way she spoke made her sound reluctant, though she was blushing and her mischievous grin remained.
"I'll do my best."
"Your best?"
"Come on, please mom? It'll be fun. Plus, we'll be conserving water taking a shower together. Think about the environment. Think about the polar bears in the Arctic we might be saving. Let's not do it for us. Let's do it for the planet."
Mom laughed to herself, put the frying pan on the dish rack, and walked over to me, smiling. She stepped up next to my chair at the table and ran her fingers through my hair. I reached over and put my hand inside her robe, onto her smooth, velvety thigh, stroking it. I was tempted to move my hand back and fondle her voluptuous ass a little, but I didn't want to push my luck.
"Alright, you. You can take a shower with me. But only because it's for the environment, and you better behave yourself in there!" She shot me a stern look when she finished that second sentence.
"Okay, I promise, mom. I can assure you that I'm only doing this for the polar bears."
"Throw those dishes in the machine and let's go." Mom commanded and then walked over to her room.
I picked up the dishes and stuffed them into the dishwasher as fast as I could. I was fumbling around so much I thought I'd drop and break something but fortunately I didn't.
Shutting the door to the dishwasher, I heard the water start running in mom's bathroom so I hurried in there, not even remembering to grab my personal hygiene bag I'd brought with all my soap, shampoo, razors, etc. However, to be perfectly honest, I can't say I'd actually wanted to go in there to wash up or to save the polar bears. Really, I just wanted to see my mom naked again and maybe have a chance at fucking around with her.
When I got into the bathroom, it was all foggy in there with steam pouring out of the shower. Being such a small bathroom, it fogs up easy, so there wasn't too much visibility. I could see my mom in there, though, and noticed that she was still wearing her bathrobe. She appeared nervous.
"Let's get in there." I said to her and took off my shirt. I was only wearing my boxers at this point and noticed her staring at my muscular chest.
"I was just waiting for you." Mom said. Then she untied the belt around the waist of her robe, and with a single movement, opened and dropped the robe to the floor.
Seeing her completely naked, standing there in front of me, with steam swirling around everywhere in the tiny bathroom was quite surreal. Last night I'd been too drunk and it was too dark in her room for me to realize how tight her nude body really was. I developed an instant erection the second she dropped the robe.
"Remember, you promised to behave yourself..." Mom said, but the way she said it didn't imply abstinence.
"I will, mom, I promise. I'll be good." I replied and yanked down my boxers to the floor, revealing a rock hard cock that was pointing straight towards the heavens. Mom glanced down it, smiled, and then turned around, opened up the sliding glass door to the shower stall, and stepped inside. I took a good look down at her magnificent, heart-shaped ass and followed it in.
Once we got in, I slid the door shut. The stall was totally filled with steam, and I could hardly see my mom. A pretty big stall for such a small bathroom, there was plenty of space to move around in there, and I had to reach around to find her, but once I did, I wasted no time in making a move.
"Remember, you need to behave..." She whispered, in a breathy tone, as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me.
"It's nice and warm in here, isn't it?" I asked. My stiff cock was now grinding into her dark reddish, neatly trimmed pussy mound.
"Hmmm... It's lovely..." Mom responded and began to massage her hands around on my chest.
The hot water cascading down her naked body had to be one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and I couldn't resist going in for a kiss. So I leaned in, brought my face to hers, put my lips to hers, and started to French kiss her. I worried I might be out of line, especially after how much she'd warned me to behave, but she responded well, kissing me back, her tongue dueling with mine passionately. She really was an incredible kisser. Probably the best I'd ever had.
As good as the kissing was, I needed more. I needed her. I pushed her back up against the wall below the shower head and tried to pick up her legs so I could slip my cock into her tight pussy, and nail her standing up, face to face. But she stopped me. She wouldn't let me pull up her legs, broke away from kissing me, and spun around, turning her back to me.
"I told you... I..." She muttered and then said something unintelligible.
I leaned my head over her shoulder and whispered to her, "Like I said, we don't have to do anything..."
She pointed her head to the floor and parted her legs. I must say I was confused by this, because it seemed like just a second before she was pulling away, now she was assuming the position. I guess there really aren't rules for a relationship like this, though, and it was probably all even weirder for her than it was for me. So I figured I'd better follow whichever direction she gave me.
And I did. I moved in closer and brought my cock up near her ass. She arched up some, though, making penetrating her pussy from behind harder, so I took hold of both her asscheeks, spread them apart, and buried my cock in between them, right inside her crease. I held onto her meaty, ample asscheeks, pushed them together, and rubbed my cock slowly up and down, inside her crease, and she moaned with pleasure as my shaft sawed at her asshole. I must admit that I was enjoying it too. Maybe this was what she meant by having some "fun," and, if so, this activity was certainly living up to the definition of the word.
She then bent her back up a little and her ass moved too, causing me to accidently stab into her asshole. The water acted as a lubricant, and although my cock didn't go all the way in, the tip penetrated her outer rim, and it felt fucking incredible.
"Ohh, God..." Mom yelled out, with somewhat of a pained expression; she was still staring down at the floor.
I considered taking it out but didn't immediately because I wanted to see if she'd let me continue. I'd never done it anally before, no girl would ever let me, so this was pretty awesome, doing it for the first time, with my mom, of all people.
"Damn, mom..." I moaned and sighed. I started working the tip in and out of her and was soon working about half my cock in and out. It was hard to move it too fast or far in because it was so tight back there.
"Ohh, yeah, keep it like that... Do it like that..." Mom whispered to me, between deep breaths. I took her command to mean not to stick it in too far, and I obeyed, as I've heard anal can hurt sometimes, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. The entire experience was so wonderful, standing in this hot, steamy shower, having anal sex with her. I didn't want to do anything to upset her or ruin the moment.
As I pumped my cock into her warm, snug, and tight asshole, I tried to lean around and kiss her but she kept her face pointed straight to the floor and wouldn't make eye contact the whole time, or kiss me. All she did was stare straight down, moan, mumble, and breath heavily. Soon enough, I came into her asshole with a vengeance and she screamed and trembled again like she did last night when I first fucked her.
After I concluded shooting my load, I pulled out, and again, like last night, she started to cry. I turned her around, hugged her, picked up her chin and kissed her on the lips.
"It's cool. It really is." I said to her, trying my best to reassure her.
"I know... But I can't help feeling like such a horrible person..." She said, tears running down her face.
"You're not. Not at all." I really was doing my best to make her feel better, but seeing her like this hurt me too, and I felt bad also, not just about the sex, but about making her so upset. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have..."
"No, I wanted to. You were great. Maybe this will get easier..." Mom said, still sniffling, but looking somewhat better.
"I hope so. I think it will with time." I replied, and then kissed her again. This time she responded and French kissed me for several seconds.
"Let's, like, actually shower now. I don't know how much longer this hot water will last. It's quite an old furnace we have here." Mom said. She picked up a bar of soap and started scrubbing me down.
"Alright. We probably shouldn't stay in here too much longer anyway. Remember the polar bears..." I quipped. We shared a laugh and soon began soaping each other down, laughing, and rubbing our hands all over each other's bodies. Every so often we'd stop to kiss. It was a blast actually just showering with her. Even without the sex it would have been worth coming in here for, though the sex did make things a lot better.
Following soaping each other down and washing each other's hair, mom shooed me out of the shower so she could shave. I toweled off, went back to my room, dressed, and then brought all my stuff into her room, since I figured I'd be staying there for the weekend.
Lying down on the bed, I stretched out and mom emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in two towels, one on her body and one on her head and she lay down next to me.
"Geez, you must think I'm such a slut. I can't believe I've given it up to you so easily, twice now. Especially what we just did, I'd never even done that." She said, looking slightly disappointed in herself.
"Me neither. But it was fun."
"It was. A lot of fun. But let's slow down a bit, okay? I'll let you do some stuff with me, but you won't be doing that all the time...
"We'll do whatever you want and won't do whatever you don't want, mom. I'm just happy I'm getting a chance to be with you like this. Like I told you, I want you to be my girlfriend. I mean, you are my girlfriend now, right?"
"You have no idea how long it's been since someone asked me to be their girlfriend." She said with a chuckle and then smiled demurely at me.
"Well, are you? Because I want you to be." I held onto her hand as I asked.
"Yes... I... Want to be your girlfriend."
"Then you are my girlfriend."
"I am your girlfriend..."
We embraced and kissed for a few minutes. My erection came back and I undid the top of her towel and played around with her large, round, perky tits. I reached to pull my pants down, but she grabbed my arm.
"Not right now. Let's rest up. We've got a long night ahead of us." She said and then looked out the window. "It looks like the rain is clearing up. Maybe we can go out for a walk."
"Yeah, that sounds good. I could use some fresh air."
"Me too. I'll get dressed and then we can go." Mom said. She redid her body towel, gave me a peck on the lips, rose up out of bed, and went over to her dresser. I remained on the bed, staring straight at her. She glanced back over at me.
"So, you're just going to sit there?" She asked. "Aren't you going to get your shoes on?"
"Not right this second. I'd rather sit back and watch you get dressed." I replied, with a toothy grin.
"Oh, really?" She shot back, smirking.
"Really."
She dropped her towels down to the floor and stood there naked in front of me, smiled, and then turned around to her dresser, picked out some clothes, and bent over for what seemed like at least a few extra seconds as she dug around the bottom drawer, looking for socks. I was definitely enjoying the show, especially when she bent over. Being able to sit in her room and watch her prance around naked was probably the most awesome thing in the world. She certainly felt like my girlfriend now.
"Which lingerie should I wear, the red lace or black lace?" She asked, dangling a red bra in one hand and a black one in the other.
"Go with the red, matches your beautiful hair." I told her. She smirked and stepped into the red panties and strapped on the matching bra. Then she put on a tight, light pink v-shirt, and hip-hugging blue jeans that complemented her ass extremely well. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, actually having had sex with this woman, let alone being in a relationship with her.
"Alright, let's go." She said, slipping on a pair of beige suede boots.
We walked out to the front door, where I put my shoes and windbreaker on, and she grabbed one of my university sweatshirts from the coat hanger.
"Mind if I borrow this?" She asked, pulling it down over her head.
"Not at all." I replied. Seeing her wear my sweatshirt turned me on for some reason.
When we got outside the ground was very damp, but the rain had subsided, and a few tiny beams of sunlight even started to peek out from the gray, overcast sky. We walked up the trail behind our cabin, which leads up to a gorge overlooking a nearby river. It's only about a thirty minute walk, and once we got up to the gorge, we stopped and sat down together on a large rock. Looking out over the breathtaking valley, we could see a light fog rising up over the river below, and mom spotted a bald eagle flying by.
"What do you think is going to happen with us?" Mom asked. She had a worried look on her face.
"I don't know. What do you mean?" I said, putting my arm around her.
"If we date... And it doesn't work out... What'll happen? What'll happen after this weekend? I mean, I'm still your mom."
"Of course you are. You always will be. But I want more than that from you. It's really the best of both worlds having you as my girlfriend and my mom. Who better to be with than the person you love and trust most in the world?"
"Maybe so... But no one can know about this. Most states have laws against it. And if we go somewhere or someone sees us, or, God forbid, your father finds out, I don't know what could happen..."
"There's no point in worrying about all the 'what ifs.' The only thing that matters is that we're here together right now. But, if we are going to talk about it, I want you to know that I want to do all the same stuff we've been doing, going out, spending time, all that. Except I also want to, you know, be intimate with you..."
"It won't be as easy, though, with you out of the house."
"So why don't you come live with me?"
Right after I put that out there, she looked away, sighed, and didn't say anything.
"Come on, mom, you don't even see dad anymore. Come stay with me for a while. I want you to."
"I... I don't know... I'll have to think about that. I'm not sure I'm ready to leave him and the house just yet..."
"You don't have to make any decisions now. Just think about it, okay?"
"Okay..." She then swung her head around and inched up closer to me. "Now shut up and kiss me."
She grabbed the sides of my jacket, pulled me up to her, and we locked lips. Once we started kissing I ran my hand up under her shirt and fondled her tits. They were so large and firm and fun to squeeze and her nipples got all hard, too, which got me highly aroused. Mom decided to up the stakes and stuck her hand down my pants and started playing with my cock and was soon giving me a hand job. I took my hand out of her shirt, put it down her pants, under her panties, and flicked around at her clit, and fingered her tight pussy. Sitting out here in the woods together, going to third base with each other, reminded me of being a teenager. Apparently mom felt like that too.
"God, I feel like a teenager again. It's been years since I've played around like this." She whispered to me between kisses. "You know what? I want to do something I haven't done in a long, long time."
"You can do whatever you want to me, mom." I told her as I pushed my index finger around in her hot pussy. I twirled around at her g-spot and felt her pussy clench up and get even wetter. I think she must have came.
"Ahh... That's it..." She moaned and trembled. "Oh, you deserve this..."
She pulled my hand out of her pants, got up from the rock, stood up facing me, then dropped to her knees, undid my zipper and belt, and yanked down my jeans and boxers, freeing my hard cock. She put her hands on my thighs and subsequently sank her warm/cold mouth down over my erect member.
"Ohh, faa..." I exclaimed and ran my fingers through her soft red hair as she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it hard and fast but stopped every so often to flick her tongue around the shaft and tip.Sitting there, looking out over the lush valley, seeing multiple beams of sunlight sparkling through the heavy gray clouds, and peering down every so often to watch my mom suck my cock, I have to say, was almost like an out of body experience. For not having done what she was doing for a long time, this woman really knew how to do it quite well. I succumbed pretty quickly to her, too, and let loose a massive orgasm in her mouth. She swallowed down every drop of it and even sucked for a minute or two afterwards, until my cock softened.
"Oh my God, mom. That was... Wow..." I babbled and pulled up my pants as she rose up and hugged me. She wasn't crying or looking upset, either, like she was the first couple times we went this far, and her newfound comfort made me happy to see.
"Mmmm... I've never been one to take and not give. Sit down." I ordered. She complied rather quickly, sat back down on the rock, and spread her legs. She knew what was coming.
"You don't have to..." She told me, right before I unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans and panties.
"I want to." I replied and then buried my face in between her legs. I'd never seen her pussy so close and was pleased by how beautiful it looked. Her clit was large and dark pink and she'd had an excellent bikini wax done. Best of all, though, her pussy smelled fresh. She must have douched in the shower after I left.
After admiring her pussy for a few seconds, I began to lick at her clit voraciously, licking the alphabet, sucking it, even nibbling on it. It tasted good too, had a rosy flavor that was scrumptious. I probably ate her out for about five to ten minutes, and she squirmed and moaned the whole time, even screamed a couple times. I think I gave her multiple orgasms.
Upon finishing, I got up and we kissed for a minute, then she pulled up her pants. We sat for about half an hour, cuddling, enjoying our scenic surroundings, and the overall quietude of nature. The sky soon became slightly darker and it started to drizzle.
"Looks like the rain's returning. We should head back, I guess." I suggested, as cold drops began sprinkling on my head and a strong, chilly wind touched my face.
"I think that's a good idea. I'm getting hungry too. What do you want for lunch?"
"I'm not too hungry. I did just eat..." I joked. She rolled her eyes, slapped me on the arm, took my hand, and we walked back down the trail together to the cabin.
Back at the cabin, we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch with BBQ potato chips on the side. We went back to bed to eat and had a couple glasses of white wine to wash the food down. After we finished eating, we just lay together on top of the sheets, cuddling for a while. Then we started talking.
"This is all so much fun. It's been so long since I've done anything like this. Actually, I never did do anything exactly like this, really... I married your father when I was way too young."
"Yeah, you did marry quite young."
"It's actually your fault, you know... You were the surprise event that pushed us into matrimony so quick."
"Sorry about that..."
"Well, you're making up for it now. But I wish I'd had more of that usual college experience, going out, partying, having fun. Instead I did night school and breast-feeding."
"Did you date much in high school?"
"Not really. I had a couple boyfriends, though only a couple. I told you, I'm not a slut... Your father was the first I went all the way with. I think I was his first, too, because he had no idea what he was doing. Still doesn't..."
We shared a laugh at dad's expense, and then kissed for a few minutes.
"But, as miserable as our marriage has turned out to be, I feel bad about cheating on him, especially like this. Not that I haven't considered cheating before, or had other opportunities, but I never thought I'd do it, or, worse yet, wind up with my own son. It's so terrible..."
"It is terrible, mom. But quite a lot of fun, though..."
"It does feel good to be bad..."
"Diabolical, even..."
"I'm such a slut..."
"You're my slut..."
"Oh, am I?"
"You are. And I love playing around with you, mom. I really want to have sex with you again..."
"You have an outrageous sex drive, young man... But you are going to have to wait. Good things come to those who wait, you know. First I want to have a nice romantic dinner with you tonight. Be a good boy, then maybe you'll get to play with me a bit..."
"I'll be good... I promise."
We kissed some more and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, taking, cuddling, kissing, and watching stupid shows on TV. Hanging out with her like this was really a lot of fun. She made an awesome girlfriend.
At around five o'clock she kicked me out of (what was now) our room to get dressed for dinner. I didn't bother to dress up since I figured I wouldn't be wearing my clothes for too long after we ate. However, I felt like I should have dressed up when I saw her step out of the door of our room. She looked stunning. She'd dolled herself up immaculately, wearing lip gloss, ruby red lipstick, bluish eye shadow, cheek rouge, mascara, and teased up hair.
Possibly hotter, though, was that she'd gotten into a low cut burgundy blouse and slutty black miniskirt that was cut so high and was so tight, I had no idea how she'd put the thing on. It looked painted on, actually, not that I had any objections, mind you. And to top it off, she was wearing fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. I'd never seen her like this, and although she did look slutty, she looked damn hot.
"Whoa, mom, I've, uhh, never seen that outfit... Wow..." I stutteringly said.
"This old thing? I bought it recently in sort of a last ditch effort to recapture your father's attention. But since, as usual, he's not here, I thought I'd use it to capture someone else's attention."
"You certainly have done that. Consider my attention captured." I said as I walked over to her and took her in my arms.
"Now you go sit down while I make dinner. I'll tell you when to set the table." She replied, pushing me away and strutting into the kitchen. I watched her ass sway rhythmically as she went in there and began fixing dinner.
Not believing how lucky I was to be in this situation, I sat down in dad's big brown leather easy-chair and cracked open a brewski. Though I was rather content, I must admit that I felt like kind of a dick for not only fucking my dad's wife, my own mother, but also now chilling in his signature easy-chair, drinking his favorite alcoholic beverage.
Kicking my feet up in the chair, I watched mom, dressed all slutty, and still probably having traces of my semen in all her orifices, fix me dinner. She smiled over at me occasionally and giggled and I smiled back at her and sipped my beer.
About fifty something minutes and two beers later, she yelled out that dinner was ready and told me to set the table, which I did. I also lit the two candelabras on the table and dimmed the lights to enhance the mood. Pretty soon, she brought the food out. Chicken stew, sautéed sting beans, baked potatoes, dark bread, strawberry shortcake for dessert, it was truly a feast befitting a king and queen.
As we ate dinner, we didn't say too much. We didn't really have to. Merely being there together was enough for us both. The whole time we just smiled at each other, sipped merlot, ate, and made an occasional joke, many of which were aimed at dad. It seemed we both liked making fun of him.
After we finished dessert, I got up and walked up behind mom, and started rubbing her shoulders. Then I whispered into her ear.
"Now I want some real dessert, mom..."
"Oh yeah, what do you have in mind?"
"Something red... and delicious..."
"Like what, exactly?"
"Like you. I want to have sex with you, mom. Last night, we fucked. This morning, we fucked. This afternoon, we played around like teenagers. It was fun... But I want to go to bed with you and have sex with you. Real sex..."
"Hmmm... I don't know... We can play around... Maybe..."
"Please, mom. I want it so bad. You are my girlfriend, right?"
She didn't answer and just stared down at the table, silent, but smiling. I worried the guilt might be coming back to her.
"Please, mom..."
She still didn't answer, so I decided to take the initiative and tried to pick her up, into my arms, and carry her into the bedroom. But she wouldn't let me.
"No, go into the bedroom and wait." She ordered, with a serious look.
"Uhh, okay." I said, bewildered but intrigued.
Stepping into the bedroom, I lay down on the bed, and wondered what was going on with my mom. She seemed to keep changing her mind, giving off conflicting signals. Many women, and men too, do this, but she was being especially weird. I guess the situation made her predisposed to it, though.
Fortunately I didn't have too much time to ponder on it, because soon enough, she stepped into the bedroom, wearing only her lingerie, the red lacy set from earlier. And she still had her fishnet stockings on, too, which were connected by garter belts to her panties.
"I think I want to play around..." Mom said, seductively standing in the open doorway, with one hand on her hip and the other leaning on the sill.
"I'm game." I replied and starting tearing off my clothes.
Mom stripped off her lingerie slowly and teasingly. She shot her bra over at me by the shoulder strap, and I caught it with one hand, and then hung it on my head. Once she was totally naked, she climbed into bed. I leaned up to seize her, but she pushed me back down to the mattress, tore her bra off my head, took my throbbing cock into her hand, guided it up her pussy and mounted me.
"Oh my Guh..." I mumbled as my cock impaled her tight, moist, and warm pussy. I took hold of her hips, and she started to ride me, quite well, I must say.
"Oohh, such a sweet young man, you are..." She muttered and made all sorts of moaning sounds. I lifted my back up, sucked on her tits, and Frenched her sporadically as she rode me.
"Damn, mom, you have such a tight pussy..." I whispered to her.
"Ooh, I guess those exercises I've been doing are paying off..." She replied, between moans.
"Fucking right, they are..."
"You watch your mouth, young man..."
"Yes, mom..."
After about five to ten minutes of her riding me like a pro, I wanted to change positions; namely, I wanted to have sex with her from behind and get more of her juicy ass that I'd been feeling on while she rode me.
"Let's do it doggystyle, mom. I want you from behind. You've got such a beautiful ass..." I whispered into her ear.
"Okay, but not like this morning, though..." She replied, with a warning look, though she kept her head swiveled to the side. She still was having trouble making eye contact with me during sex.
"I won't. Promise." I told her.
She dismounted and turned her back to me, got on her knees, and assumed the position. I rose to my knees, got behind her, and stuck my cock, already well-lathered with her pussy juice, up into her wet, warm opening. I grabbed onto her asscheeks and pushed my cock in and out of her, slowly but surely.
She must have really liked it like that because she started moaning even louder, and I felt her pussy getting moister. I leaned down atop her back, and we finally made eye contact again during sex, and then we kissed, deeply. Making eye contact with her during intercourse was too much for me, and I suddenly felt that tingling sensation one gets before orgasm. A couple seconds later I came into mom's pussy with fire hose strength.
"Ahh..." We both moaned and shook as I shot my hot load into her. Then we collapsed to the bed. She rolled over and rested her head on my chest and we lay silent for a while. Soon she got up and went to the bathroom. I crawled under the blanket, and when she came out of the bathroom, she joined me under the covers, and curled up next to me.
"I'll do it." She said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Move in with you." She replied. "I can stay in your apartment, or you can move back into the house, whichever you want. I just don't want this weekend to end."
"I don't either, mom. It doesn't have to. I'll move back into the house. It's way more spacious, and dad's never home anyway. I've missed living with you there."
"I've missed it too. But I think it'll be a lot better this time around."
"Yeah, I think so too."