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CHAPTER 1 COULD THINGS BE DIFFERENT?
Fourteen hours on the road is a long time, a good travel companion is helpful to keep you awake. Mom had a nutrition and fitness course she wanted to take. George, her husband, didn’t want to go, so he stayed home with my half sister and brother.
Mom, always the optimist, turned it into an opportunity for a mother son road trip. That and she didn’t want to spend two weeks alone in a hotel. It didn’t make sense to me why George wouldn’t take time off. If mom was my wife, I’d be all over a 2 week hotel stay.
Mom owned a fitness and nutrition store back home with a small workout studio. She wasn’t a toned athlete anymore, but she had a pretty hot body for being almost forty. She was half German, part French and a touch of Spanish. Which gave her a familiar yet exotic appearance. She had light brown hair boarding on blonde, light brown eyes, with large breasts and a nice round ass.
After she opened her fitness store she began working out and to all my friends delight her thick legs returned along with a nice round butt. But secretly I found myself admiring her too right along with them.
But that wasn’t what made her a bit of a celebrity back home. Years ago she won numerous ice skating awards and competitions. She was even a serious contender for the US Olympics team, until I came along, accidentally. After that she settled down with George and worked a retail job, until she opened her own gym eight years ago.
My back, ass and eyes hurt as I watched the two young and very attractive hotel attendants bar our way to rest and comfort. Ordinarily I would enjoy the extra time watching them, but this time I’d rather just have a hot shower.
The two winced at mom and shook their heads. Mom leaned forward on the counter in a vain attempt to look at the screen. Three giant suitcases surround her, along with our night bags and my laptop bag.
Behind us the line of hotel guests piled up with their luggage. A pair of kids played on the large oval couch in the middle of the grand entrance which drew the ire of a door man. Two large golden chandeliers hung from the ornate mirrored ceiling.
“Eric then, Eric Muller, maybe she signed it under my son’s name and she got the reservation number wrong.” mom said, she looked back at me and sighed.
A man and his wife stood behind us with their night bags and scrolled through their phones. In the mirror behind the desk I could see his eyes drift away from his screen and discreetly towards mom’s ass. Few would blame him, well maybe his wife would. Over the years, I got used to it, friends, strangers, hell even myself.
Mom wore a t-shirt and gray leggings which rose up as she leaned on the counter. Exposing the small of her back. The sliver of lightly tanned flesh drew more attention to her firm round ass, wide hips and shapely thighs. Even more enticing was the top point of her celtic tattoo peeking over the top of her leggings.
She didn’t show it off or spoke of it other than, “one of my stupider things as a teenager.” In an act of rebellion she got a “tramp stamp”. Acting out against grandma and grandpa Muller, the “system” and by the sounds of it, anything to her disliking.
She had dark circles under her eyes, her long hair tied in a messy bun had broken loose in spots, but she still had a smile that was as wide as ever. Mom had a knack for keeping a smile during the worst times, it was comforting, beautiful and sincere.
The second lady shook her head, “I’m sorry Mrs. Davis, neither of you are in the system. I can get a hold of my manager and see if he can help in any way.” The young woman walked off towards the manager’s door.
Mom leaned in close to me. “What the hell, if they don’t have our reservation I don’t know what to do. They better have another room at least. Can you google other hotels, just in case?”
“Mrs. Davis?” A man called out. The man wore a hotel suit uniform, with ‘Jackson, night manager’ on his silver name tag.
“Yes.” Mom spun around.
“You said you had a reservation with us, can I see the number?” He said.
Mom, despite growing up as technology was on the rise, hated the “New ways”. She handed him a paper that she had written her reservation number on and he typed it in the computer once more. He took a deep breath and said, “Come with me to the side, I can take care of you there.”
We hauled our luggage to the side terminal and waited for him and the first young woman to look up our names, a third time. The line behind us shuffled forward, relieved to be on the move once more.
“Mrs Davis, who did you speak to, do you remember?”
“Jenny took my reservation and told me that number, she sounded new, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.” mom said.
The manager and the woman shared a glance. “Yes, Jenny, unfortunately she doesn’t work here anymore. And unfortunately all of our double rooms are booked due to the convention and the construction. But this afternoon we had a cancellation for a single. Once things open up in a few days we can move you up to the two bed double, for the same rate, if that works for you?”
Mom took a deep breath in, she looked as though she would blow. Fourteen hours on the road, 9:30 at night and a month long reservation that never existed.
“To help make it up, I can make sure you have extra vouchers to our spa during your stay, which we do offer in room services too.” He said.
Mom sighed and nodded her head, “Okay we can do that, will the cot be free?” Mom said.
“Yes, I can remove the cot fee,” he said.
The attendant next to him stopped smiling and she looked at him. She shook her head and whispered in his ear.
He shook his head to the attendant and said, “How?”
The lady gave mom a shy smile and shrugged.
Jackson took a deep breath, “Ma’am, I’m sorry but it seems we are overbooked on that. The bed is a double, but I don’t have any cots right now.” he said.
Mom’s smile had reached its limits, “Double? I haven’t slept on a double since high school, let alone with my son.” she scoffed
“It’s okay, the couch or floor is fine for me.” I said.
Mom looked at me and the three lines that had formed in the lobby. “Okay, I just need to get some sleep, we’ll take the room, please keep me updated.”
“Yes Mrs Davis, I will make a special note for the morning staff, and I will check on it myself come morning checkout.”
The bell boy was quick to help us to our room which was on the second floor, no great view as promised from our original reservation. Still he had no shame in waiting for a tip, which mom hesitantly gave him. The hotel was nice, and everything about it was fancy, but deep down it was old.
Our room was narrow and rectangular with a long hall to make room for a very spacious bathroom. The double bed was in the middle, with a desk/entertainment center in front of it. A small love seat to the side and two end tables. It was dark and poorly lit, except for the bathroom. Which had a stand up shower, a separate tub and a large separate toilet room.
Mom flopped her luggage by the door and looked into the bath. “Wow, that’s funny, I can almost see through the glass shower.” Like a big kid she headed for the bed, pivoted on the ball of her foot and flopped down backwards on the bed.
I set my luggage aside and searched for the largest place on the floor. A narrow spot in front of the closet and corner of the bed.
Mom sat up on her elbow. “Reminds me of my old days in figure skating, without the bathroom. I think it was built at the same time.” She laughed. She watched me unfold a blanket on the floor and sat up off the bed.
“No, ugh, you’re not sleeping on the floor, or the love seat, you’re too damn tall.” She leaned in and wrinkled her nose at me. “Just get a shower and we’ll share, it’s just a night or two.”
I was partially relieved, at the time of saying I’d sleep on the floor I hadn’t actually thought about the fact hundreds of random people rubbed their feet on the carpet. As for the love seat, it was an oversized chair.
“Okay, but no peeking, I don’t even think there’s a lock on the door.” I said.
She smiled and watched me unzip my luggage in search of my clothes. I didn’t think much about how I packed and now finding my clothes was an issue. Mom leaned forward and rubbed my back with a smile on her face.
“I’m glad you were able to come with me, after my classes maybe we can go for walks or do some sightseeing?” she said.
I smiled back at her and held up my shirt and pj bottom. “Found it, and yes we can check out a few places.”
Her warm hand slid down my side and over my arm as I stood. We shared a smile and I left for the shower.
In the shower I kept my ass to the door in case she walked in. Steam on the glass felt only so safe when it came to your mother seeing your cock hanging out. I closed my eyes and let the water flow over my face. The thought of her warm hand running over my side and arm returned to my thoughts. It had felt nice, nicer than I had expected.
We met each other at the door and I crawled into bed with my phone. While she bathed I listened intently for splashes and running water to make sure she didn’t fall asleep. After her bath she looked like a different woman. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a thin crimson nightie with a mismatched long blue satin robe.
She tried to be quick when she dropped her robes so as not to show her legs off. But it didn’t help, my eyes caught her bare skin as she climbed under the covers. Once in she pulled them up to her chin and looked at me.
She broke into laughter and said, “It’s going to be cozy tonight.”
I nodded my head. Her foot touched the top of my foot and her shoulder was pressed into mine. “Yup.” I added.
Mom looked at my phone on my chest and sighed. “You should stop looking, I’m sorry you two broke up a few months ago but it’s not doing you any good to patronise her texts.”
“It’s just frustrating, she’s already got a new boyfriend. We dated for three years, high school sweethearts, I even followed her to college. She wanted to wait for marriage, which I understood and respected. Then we break up and right away she’s banging… ehm.” I caught myself before finishing the sentence. Part of me had forgotten who I was talking to.
Mom smiled and rubbed my arm with a sad look on her face. As sympathetic as she looked, her eyes were red with dark circles under them. Across the room the loud air conditioner turned on. Her warm hand rested on my shoulder and she squeezed my muscles.
“I guess I’m just annoyed, friends told me she’s already had two boyfriends since I left. I feel like I wasted the past three years just being a buddy, respecting her wishes.” I said. I looked at mom.
Her eyes had closed at some point, she laid on her side a whisk of hair dropped over her forehead. With one hand I shut the light off and laid on my back. The bed was small and I could feel her body heat under the covers. My elbow touched her satin nightie on her breast, it felt… nice and I couldn’t find it in me to pull away. Before I knew it I too drifted away in a dream.
A loud thump woke me from my sleep, my cock was hard and the last thing I recalled was cuddling with another girl from one of my college classes. I adjusted my cock in my PJ’s and shifted my weight. Mom was on her back, one leg over mine and an arm out of the blanket.
It was a pleasant dream, and soon my mind picked up from where it left off. A cute girl from my old class was touching my cock and rubbing her breasts on me. Her petite body twisted side to side as she lifted her skirt and punched me in the nose.
Jolted from my dream I held my nose and stared off into the strange dark room. Mom’s arm slid off my face and over my shoulder coming to rest on my chest.
My nose and eyes throbbed with a dull pain. Next to me the warm smooth skin of mom’s leg rested on my thigh. My hard cock pressed against her warm thigh as I tried to shift her leg. I shifted beneath her and put my hand on her hip. Her nightie rode up past her waist and my hand touched a thin lace strap wrapped around her hip.
Growing up I had admired my mothers beauty, even swore to myself I would date women as pretty as her, which Nikki was in my mind. But I had never touched my mother, except for the occasional hug or bump in the kitchen. In the dim light she could be any woman.
As a teenager I got introduced to sexy women’s lingerie, nighties, and even the occasional bikini. But those were only momentary glimpses or alone holding a pair of thongs imagining another woman in them. Never like this with warm soft flesh next to them.
She murmured and rolled off me, still asleep. My cock ached in my pants, for reasons I don’t understand. I ran my hand over her leg, across her bare hip bone and down the side of her ass, while tracing the outline of her g-string with my thumb. Too scared to continue I pulled my hand back and closed my eyes.
I dreamt of many things that night. I woke to the sound of her alarm blaring on the other side of the bed. She had wrapped her arm over me and spooned me in the night. Coming to, she put her hand on her mouth and smiled.
“Hopefully that other room opens up soon.” She said, She swung her legs out of bed and stood up.
Before she could adjust her nightie, I spotted the bare flesh from the side of her breast. My half asleep brain took in how it creased over her ribs, forming a globe of flesh that bounced as she sat up. The very edge of her light brown areola was visible but the nipple was hidden beneath the crimson satin. Her thighs were bare to the sides of her hips as she knelt down and quickly grabbed her robes. The sight made my hard cock twitch and I shook my head.
In the years past I had seen mom wear one piece bathing suits and her usual long gowns. I knew what to expect and thought nothing of it. But after last night, the sight of skin drew me in. Perhaps it was the lingerie or maybe it was the night of unexpected cuddling.
With great effort I put the thoughts aside and prepared for the day. Mom wore a simple outfit, a body fit polo shirt and khaki pants. The elevator bumped and she tried to hide a yawn, which continued on and on.
An urge took over me and I reached out, rubbed the small of her back and admired the features of her cheek and jaw line. Her back felt warm to the touch and her muscles were tight, forming a ridge on either side of her spine.
She gave me a shy smile and relaxed her shoulders, her chin lifted up. “Hmm we should have left a day sooner, I don’t think I’m ready to start learning yet.”
I wanted to agree with her, but for another reason. But if we had we may not have had such a night. The elevator stopped and we walked out into the lobby.
“I love Penny and David, but it is nice to have a day off.” she laughed.
“Let George have a turn with the squabbling teens?” I joked.
Mom giggled and nodded her head, “Yes George can have a turn, I’m amazed he hasn’t called yet to ask where the bread is.” Mom put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a random one armed hug, rubbing my shoulder.
At the front desk the two same girls who checked us in gave us a smile and greeted us for the morning as we made our way to the restaurant. They had their car keys and coats ready to go.
While mom started her course I toured the community college. Prior to that the only college I knew was the christian college I had followed Nikki to. There the first year they were a bunch of uptight Christians. I had only made one semester before bombing out and just as I was leaving many of them had started to break down morally without their parents supervision.
CHAPTER 2, LUST
Lust can do many things, a hint of lust can make you think of things you wouldn’t have normally thought of. Too much and it can make you into something you’re not. Of course everyone has their limits. We’re not complete animals, but we did come from them.
As I towelled off I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had spent half a year of college trying to impress my high school sweetheart to have sex. So much so, that I bombed my first year of college. But I did get abs out of the deal and larger muscles, but not obscenely large, Nikki always said she didn’t like huge muscles.
My hand stroked my cock which took little effort to harden, it wasn’t a gigantic horse cock like a porn star but a nice size, in gym class I was never shy in locker rooms. Years ago Nikki saw it and almost, let me fuck her. But she said she was afraid it would hurt, and that was as far as it went.
I always meant to measure it but never did other than wrapping my two hands around it. Plus I had gained a bit of a reputation in the change rooms over the years. I closed my eyes and imagined Nikki face down on a desk, her new boyfriend behind her fucking her as she screamed. I was pissed, jealous and horny at the same time. My orgasm built inside as I thought of the guy impaling Nikki and how much better she would enjoy my cock.
A knock at the door broke my thought. “Eric, dinner is here.”
“Okay!” I said. I jerked my cock, thrusting forward with my hips.
“Come on, it’ll be cold and I’m hungry.” She said.
Frustrated, I pumped harder but damn my orgasm, it slipped away from me.
“Oh and let’s see if there’s a movie on,” she said.
I threw my cock to the side and panted from my efforts. Leaning on the counter I looked up in the mirror and shook my head at myself. I could feel my body flush from my efforts. I should have done it when I was in the shower, but it had been an afterthought.
My PJ’s hung on the towel rack, below it was mom’s old towel. The edge of a pink lace fabric stuck out, I moved it to the side and exposed her used panties. Before I would get caught I covered them back up. But the thought of her ass in them flooded my thoughts and my cock came back to life.
With a silly thought of showing off to my mother, I tugged on the pant leg of my PJ’s and pulled them down into the puddles on the floor. The water soaked into the fabric, then as if I hadn’t intended on it, I quickly snatched it off the floor.
While I had been loyal to a virgin, only her and guys had seen my cock. Now oddly I wanted validation, from any source that wasn’t a fellow guy, or ex who was now fucking other guys.
With my soaked PJ’s I now had regret with my half cocked idea. My cock refused to settle down, I tried to stuff it into my boxer briefs. Replaying images of horror movies, slasher flicks and car chases, did nothing. Half erect I slipped out wearing only my shorts.
Mom nibbled on her plate of food. “Wow, when did all of this happen? You were just a skinny kid in high school a year ago.”
“Oh, um I hit the gym a lot, it helped me focus mentally I guess.” I said. I twisted enough to hide my partial erection. She had showered before me and already wore her nightgown. In the air conditioned air her nipples poked through like little peas.
My cock responded to the sight of her feminine beauty. She had a sharp thin jaw that flowed down into her neck line. As she looked up and to the side at the TV her muscles in the side of the neck strained. She caught me staring and wiped her cheek with two fingers.
“Do I have something on my face?” She smiled.
“No, no, I was looking at the food.” I said as I passed by her I showed off my patchy wet clothes.
She took another nibble of her roasted chicken and put her hand out in front of me. “Wait, look at you, I didn’t know you got down to abs. I’m proud of you for taking on that challenge. Maybe we should talk about a part time job in the gym, until you decide what to do next year.”
She stopped me with her hand and traced my stomach with her approving gaze. Until she reached the bulge in my crotch. She rolled her eyes and patted me on the stomach. “Come on get dressed, it’s getting cold.”
I rummaged through my luggage searching for new pj pants. I tossed folded clothes aside in an effort to find a second pair. Mom sat down next to me in the desk chair and set my plate on the end of the bed.
Five minutes ago I was entertained by the idea of being a cunt tease, now I regretted the whole idea.
“Come on, I see fit half naked men every day, sit down, let’s eat.” She turned on the TV and casually flipped through the channels until she found a home reno show.
I sat next to her with my plate on my lap. My “accident” had opened a new level of comforter-ability. At first we chatted idly about the show, she did her best not to look at me. But by the end of dinner it was mostly normal. My erection had calmed down and I could stand once more.
Several times I caught mom admiring me from the side, with my erection gone I didn’t mind as much. It gave me a sense of pride in my achievements, something I had failed at miserably for the past year.
I tried a second time to find a new pair of PJ’s with no luck. A visual memory popped in my head of a stack of clothes I had set down on my computer desk back home. Mom stood up and unfolded my clothes to inspect the wet patches. She hummed as she hung them on a hanger and put them up to dry. Her phone vibrated, with George’s name on the display.
Mom flipped her hair to the side and put it to her ear. “Hello..”
“Hi honey, yes it was all good, easy things. But just the first day, the real training won’t start until Tuesday.” she said.
She looked at me and smiled. “No, still in the same room, that’s fine, Eric and I are just having a mom and son experience.”
A smile spread across her lips and she rolled her eyes. “It’s on the top shelf, above the cups…” she looked at me and we shared a silent laugh, “You found them? Yes, Okay tell the kids I love and miss them too… bye.” she pulled her cell from her cheek and hung up. “Ten o’clock already, my routine is all wrong.”
The veins in the back of her hand protruded as she untied the belt to her robe and adjusted her nightie. It was the same crimson nightie from the night before. The nightie stopped at mid thigh, revealing her smooth long curved legs. From the corner of my eye I watched as she folded the robes and set them on the nightstand.
The satin flowed over her shoulders and back unbroken by bra straps. She leaned down and opened the bed sheets. For a second of two her two breasts hung free in the flimsy fabric. They were large, more than a handful each. In the faint light her perky nipples scraped the fabric as she smoothed out the sheets and loosened the comforter. When she stood they had grown hard and poke out the fabric like small pebbles.
My cock was nearly full, bent and kinked to the side. I gave up on the PJ’s and before she took note, I slid into bed before her and hugged the edge of my side.
Before climbing in she gave me a smile and said “What’s with you?” She looked down to her chest and covered them with her hands.
“Nothing, just giving room.” I said.
She stretched out like a starfish, her leg rubbed mine and my cock twitched. “Ohhh, and I was looking forward to having a king bed all to myself.” She leaned over and touched my back. “I guess whatever though, just a couple of days… Your tense, here let me loosen you up.”
“No, I’m fine…” I closed my eyes as her thumb pressed into the long back muscle. It had kinked on me while driving and had been persistently knifing me as I turned my head in certain ways. Her soft padded thumb pressed into a center of pain that caused a pop in my muscles. In an instant the painful pleasure made me moan.
“See, you’re all knotted up, when you lift weights you need to get the knots massaged out.” She put both hands on my back and ran her palms up the side of my spine.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smooth warm skin of her hands. “Hmmm,” my eyes bolted open from the sound I made.
Her hands rubbed my back in a circle and she giggled to herself. “Feel better? I think you fell asleep.” she said.
The TV and her side of the lights had already been turned off. Still disoriented and confused I watched as she stretched over me with her breast dangling above my head to turn my light off. A sliver of light shone out from under the doorway. Outside the wind blew hard in the night whistling past the window. Mom, leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“Thanks for driving with me, I really hate flying and it would be so boring all alone.” She said.
I turned and looked back at her, “I’m happy too, I just don’t know why George wouldn’t take the time off.”
“Well, he’s busy with the season, plus I missed you when you went to college. Besides, it’ll do him good to spend some time with Penny and David,” she said.
I laid in silence staring into the dark. Mom settled into her place, her warmth radiated under the sheets. A part of me wanted to cuddle up to her, hold her in my arms, but I resisted the urge.
“Do I kick and punch a lot while I’m sleeping?” mom said.
I rolled up onto my shoulder and looked down at her. “Yes,” I laughed.
“George always said that, that’s why we have separate beds. I guess I kicked him once, between the legs.” She laughed.
I flopped back onto my side and rolled away from her, “I think I’ll keep my back to you then.” she giggled and reached back to put a hand on my thigh.
I don’t remember falling asleep but the clock read 1:34. My shoulders and chest were cold from the bed sheets being kicked down to my knees. Mom’s legs were sprawled out across the bed, her one arm above her head.
Her nightie had crept up above her navel exposing her smooth stomach and a dark red lace thong. As I watched her in the darkness I could see the faint outlines of her body. My cock was already hard and it ached to be used. The sight of a near naked woman made it twitch.
In an attempt to massage the pain away I stroked it with my thumb and index finger. But still it ached at the base where it bent over in my briefs. The sight of her nipples pushing through the nightie and no bra outline made my cock flex involuntarily.
My eyes couldn’t pull away. Once I had cupped Nikki’s breasts before she giggled and pushed my hand away. Before she pushed me away I had felt their hardness and noticed how they grew to the touch.
The curiosity returned and without thought I reached out and touched her. She did not stir and it felt soft to the touch. Just a bit, I thought. Soon I couldn’t stop, the more I played with it, sliding my palm over it, it grew longer, straining on the fabric. Creases formed and soon it felt hard like a firm fleshy cylinder that I could move side to side.
I held my breath and my cock felt as if it would burst from the pressure.
She moaned and her arm shifted. Her legs came together and I flopped down on my pillow. I was out of breath and laid motionless. In the darkness atop her large breasts, her nipples stood out tall. I wanted to cum, to let out my lust. I wanted to see if I could make her moan again.
My fingertips touched her warm lace thong. Excited and light headed I continued through the mental haze until my index finger found a soft grove and I traced it down between her legs. The thong was soaked, her legs parted and she let out another moan.
She shifted her position and put her hands on her chest. We always joked she could sleep through a bus crashing into the house. With lust filled courage I slipped the thong to the side and felt her smooth soaked lips. My head grew dizzy as I touched her, I came so close to me fainting I had to shake my head. She moaned and lifted her leg.
I shrank back, fearful of her waking and for how far I had gone. My cock ached, still bent to the side in my underwear, in an effort to relieve it I pulled it free and pushed the waistband down past my ass. The relief was instant and I sighed to myself.
Ignoring the thoughts of lust I imagined a war scene from an old movie. Sleep did not take me, and I fought to control my imagination. But after what felt like hours, I fell into a fitful dream. Lust was dominant and when I woke I felt my cock in the warm soft hands of a woman.
“Hmmm, you’re hard tonight.” mom murmured.
The head of my cock touched her pussy and by instinct my hips bucked forward. My cock was so hard it had no flex to it. Her leg was above my hip and she positioned herself sideways to me like a T. With no effort I slid past her parted thong and inside of her soaking hole.
Her hand rested on my waist and her head was turned away from me. Part of me was horrified, the other part relieved sexually but still filled with desire. Her pussy pulsed, sucking on my stiff cock. The sensation made my hips flex and I slid fully inside of her. It was like nothing I had felt before.
She moaned and her body tensed up. “Mmm, It’s nice…”
Another moan left her lips as I pulled back out to the very edge of her. Her warm soft legs caressed mine and her hand ran over my stomach. I could stop it, pull out and turn away, she wouldn’t know what we did.
But, I didn’t. Once more I sunk deep inside of her with my eyes closed, my hips and lower stomach pressed into her warm soft ass. Warm precum and her own fluid ran down my hips and balls. A third gentle thrust brought intense pleasure that I didn’t want to end. Inside she quivered and gripped my cock with her walls. She moaned and dug her nails into my stomach. I paused to enjoy the sensation of her pulsing insides. To my surprise she wanted it the same as I did.
“Eric… Eric, Eric wake up!” she stammered.
My eyes opened to see mom looking at me, her eyes wide open. My hard cock slid out of her and she squeezed her eyes shut. Upon leaving her it popped and she grunted in her throat. We stared at one another in the dim light, motionless.
She threw her hair back out of her face and covered her mouth. “Oh my god…” she looked around the room, “Oh my god, I thought you were George.” She flipped aside the covers and jumped out of bed.
She balanced herself on the side of the wall and made her way to the bathroom. I want to say I proudly laid back and enjoyed watching the woman I just fucked walk away, but instead I was horrified. At that moment I really thought she meant to have sex with me, that state between awake and dreaming.
The clock read 4:54, which I stared at in disbelief. I tugged my underwear up over my cock and ass. Earlier I was just curious to hear a woman’s moan, like a game, I just wanted to know if I could actually turn on a woman. I had no intentions of fucking her. Now I questioned why I even did it to begin with.
The shower turned on in the next room and I scrambled to put on my old t-shirt and damp PJ’s. It felt as if time stood still while I paced the room. I did so in the dark because I didn’t want to see mom’s face when she returned or her to see mine.
‘I never want to see you again.’ ‘Get out of my room!’ ‘What the fuck Eric!’ were all the phrases that ran through my head. When mom returned she wore a white hotel towel wrapped around her body. Our eyes met as she rounded the corner.
Instead of the scenes I had imagined she bit her lower lip, frowned at me and took me in her arms. I froze in them and when I heard her sniffle I wrapped my arms around her. Her tense body melted into mine and like a weight was removed she sobbed and leaned into me.
After a few seconds she pulled away from me and said, “maybe you should shower.”
Without hesitation I went to the shower, it was a break from the tension, even though I was relieved she wouldn’t disown me right there. In the shower I leaned on the wall. The first woman I had sex with was my mother. Fucking hell I never should have tried to make her moan. Or play with her the way I did. But she was beautiful, so beautiful, even as her son I could see that. How George ever married her I didn’t know.
Mom was adventurous, sporty, athletic back in the day. George was a pharmacist who worked for another pharmacist, he was smart but he wasn’t ambitious and always played it safe.
By the time I left the shower mom was dressed and ready for the day, minus her usual makeup and eyeliner. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a cream coloured shirt.
“Sweetie, I’m just going to eat breakfast alone today, and I’m okay to walk to the campus.” She said.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head.
“Hey!” She called out to me and took a step closer. “I still love you, I just need to process this okay.”
“Yeah, no, I know what you mean.” I said.
She went to kiss me on the cheek, but stopped half way, then left our room. It was the longest day of my life waiting for her to return. Hour after hour dragged on. It felt like every minute I checked my phone, hoping to see a text from mom saying, ‘It’ll be okay.’
In comparison this was far worse than the days after Nikki broke up with me and when I found out I wouldn’t pass the 1st year of college.
Finally, at 4:30 my cell phone vibrated with a message from mom. “Some of the other women are staying at our hotel, going to have a drink with them.”
It was past nine when mom returned. She entered the room and removed her shoes. I met her at the corner of the room where we exchanged smiles for a brief moment. She stopped next to me and sighed then put her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it.
“Do you think…” she shook her head and turned away. “Um, do… you think, you’ll be okay on the floor until we get another room?”
I nodded my head and she walked past me to get her change of clothes. She slipped into the shower and returned in record time, wearing a pair of gym shorts, t shirt and towel.
When bedtime came early the floor was hard and morning couldn’t come soon enough, nor this trip. I even questioned returning home on a plane.
By morning she called the front desk as I folded up my makeshift bedroll.
“Hello, yes this is Sandra Davis, 213 I’m waiting for a room with double beds.” she said. She held the phone to her ear and brushed back a strand of hair. “Okay good, tonight then, yes I can check everything in then.”
I set the blanket down on the chair and picked up my pillow.
“No, if possible can we keep this room too… Yes that’s fine just add it to the card, thank you, again, bye,” she said.
“Mom, maybe I’ll just head home, see if I can book a plane or rent a car,” I said.
Mom looked at me with her pack in her hand. Her phone buzzed signalling her time to leave. She checked her watch and shook her head. “Um, we can talk tonight, but I have to go. I’m catching a ride with another lady from the course.” She stopped at the door as if she wanted to say something. She didn’t look at me and kept her eyes to the side, “I’m sorry, but it’s okay.” She shook her head and closed the door.
I walked the streets window shopping, site seeing and after a long few hours of walking I drove to the local airport to check on flights. As eager as they were to sell me a ticket, the best they could offer was a flight two days away.
I killed the rest of the day in the hotel room, packing my bag and preparing to leave. It just seemed easiest. When my phone rang it was mom, she was calling rather than texting.
“Hi, did you eat yet?” she said.
“No, I was about to order room service,” I said.
“It’s after seven but I have a booth on the balcony, it’s quiet out here, come join me,” she said.
I bit my lip and shook my head, “Um, I don’t know. I was just packing my things.”
“Come join me, this was supposed to be our little road trip, at least take me to dinner, please” she said.
I sighed and said, “Okay, I’ll be right there.”
My stomach swirled as I rode the elevator to the main floor and made my way to the outdoor dining area. Lights hung from the wooden trellis. Dark brown wooden rails lined the booths each with their own private table and lantern.
Mom waved to me and I took a seat across from her.
She smiled and slid me a coloured drink. She already had one half drank and the waitress had another set on the way. Which was unusual for mom to drink, but since we arrived she also ate twice after 7:00 pm.
“Are you ready to order?” the waitress said.
“I’ll order for the two of us. We’ll both have the grilled chicken salad, with garlic toast.” she said.
The waitress smiled and took our menus. “Okay, I’ll let the cook know and I’ll check in on you two in a bit,” she said.
Mom took a sip of her drink and smiled at me. She reached across the table and took my hand. “Don’t go, this will pass, we’ll get over it,” she said.
The fruity drink wasn’t to my preference, but secretly I enjoyed it over a beer.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m the worst mother to do that to you.” Mom blurted out. She squeezed my hand and her eyes were filled with tears.
The straw fell from my lips and I shook my head, “No, no it wasn’t you, and no you’re not, I love you, you’re my mother.” The word love sounded strange on my tongue and I realised I had never told her those words before.
She gave me a smile and the tears broke from her eyes. She sniffled and pulled away from me to wipe her cheeks.
“You’re not disguised with me?” she said.
“No,” I burst out, I looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear me. I lowered my voice and said, “no, is that why you said you were sorry. No, I thought you were ashamed of me, and and,”
She leaned over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. We gave each other a smile and looked away from each other. The pit in my stomach had stopped turning as I saw her smile return.
Mom looked out across the parking lot and smiled. Street lights lit the road and parking lots. Most people had cleared off the street, with the low din of the city it almost felt relaxing.
“You know, it isn’t the worst thing imaginable when you think about it, just at the time it was a shock. Now looking back… it isn’t really different from doing it with anyone else, is it?” she said.
I shook my head. “Maybe, I guess not.”
She looked around at the empty tables and leaned in closer. “You know what’s kind of annoying? Today the girls were getting pretty lewd at lunch, especially Beth. I guess because we’re getting to know each other. I couldn’t even brag about the largest cock I had when they asked.”
I covered my face with both hands, “Oh my god mom… waitress,” I said.
She swept her hair back and sat up stiff on her bench. The waitress greeted us with a smile.
“Fifteen more minutes, would you like a new drink?” she said.
“Not for me, but maybe he would like a beer instead.” Mom said and gestured towards me.
Her elegant smile and politeness had returned, I wish I knew why. Because inside I still felt as if I were tied in a dozen knots.
“Sure, I’ll be right back, which one would you like?” she said.
“Oh, um, whatever is on tap.” I said.
She smiled and walked off with mom’s empty glass.
Mom gave me a devious smile, she took a deep breath and said. “I just wanted you to know, yes it’s weird, but I don’t want this to ruin our road trip, because now that it’s happened and I had time to think about it, and you don’t hate me.” She leaned in close and whispered over her glass. “Its just sex with another guy.”
“Yeah, just sex…” I whispered. “Not like we killed someone or did a hit and run…hell, it was even with a beautiful woman.” I scoffed and played it off as sarcasm.
I wanted to add, ‘yeah just sex, with you, my mother. A beautiful woman with an amazing body and a round bubble butt, who’s cleavage I’m now finding difficult to avoid with my eyes.’
Mom nodded her head and smiled. Her hands slid across the table and cupped mine, “we just need to get back to our core relationship.” she said.
“Core relationship?” I said.
She squeezed my hand and let go so she could take a sip of her drink. “This, us, mother and son. Doesn’t matter what we do or did, as long as we love each other as a mother and son in the end, or something like that, I think,” she said
I straightened up as the waitress returned with a tall glass of beer. Whatever mom was drinking it hit hard, now I wondered how I could manage the beer.
Mom leaned her head on her hand and looked at the bubbly beer. “It even felt good…” She giggled and cleared her throat. “Maybe we should change the topic.” She took a sip from her glass. “Should we see a movie this weekend, or just check out some of the shopping here?”
The breeze picked up as if to signal the arrival of another couple. They sat behind us and chatted idly about their day of shopping. The man nodded his head as the woman described the deals she found in a scented candle store. Their excitement seemed so extreme for such a small adventure. Behind them sat a mother and son who had sex, and their day was about a 30% sale on over priced candles.
Mom and I ate together, quiet, and oddly comfortable. She paid for our meal and as we walked back in the front of the hotel she wrapped her arm in mine and smiled at me.
“You know what, the new room is huge.” She slipped from my arm and approached the front desk. “Excuse me, can we get help with moving my son’s luggage from 213 to our new room, 524, it’s under Mrs Davis. And is it too late to cancel the old room?”
She leaned forward on the desk and looked over. Her tight jeans hugged the curves of her ass and hips. Her shirt hid her waist line but showed enough to tease onlookers of a narrow waist.
The lady behind the desk nodded her head and said, “Yes, I will send someone right up to meet you there. No, but I would have to charge you for today.”
Mom nodded her head and smiled as she curled her arm back into mine.
Mom was definitely drunk, I had to help her with the elevator and as we packed it was more of a toss in the luggage and slam it shut approach. Needless to say we were finished packing my room long before the help arrived.
Our new room was huge compared to the first room, two queen beds, and a large window overlooking the city skyline. The bathroom was just as grande with a giant Jacuzzi tub in the corner, again oddly overlooking an almost clear glass shower.
Mom had already claimed the bed closest to the window. She flopped down on the corner of her bed and bent over to remove her boots. Her shirt opened giving me a display of her cleavage. In the past I would naturally shy away. But now I was so horny I had to watch. Her heavy breast swung inside her shirt. They were two fleshy soft tantalising globes of sensual beauty that disappeared behind black lace.
Mesmerised by either the alcohol or her breasts she caught me staring, though I’m not sure if she noticed. She leaned back on her hands and kicked her boots free. “Okay you first, I plan on enjoying that tub for a long time tonight.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and checked it discreetly.
She sighed and laid on her side to set it on the end table. With a huge stretch she lifted her knees up and rotated her hips to the side. Her breasts poked up and her stomach showed at the bottom of her shirt, exposing her belly button. My cock responded by giving away not to my mother but a beautiful woman stretching on the bed.
Having been there once it desired more than ever to jump on top and enter her again.
“Come on, I want to clean up too.” She said and looked down at me from over her breasts.
Whilst hiding my erection I grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from my luggage and took off for the bathroom before she could notice.
Every time I closed my eyes my mind returned to the feeling of sliding into a woman for the first time. The warmth, the pressure and the slick feeling that lubed the shaft. If I had been faster I could have cum that night, as I nearly did until we both came to our senses. I forced my mind to Nikki and then imagined another guy fucking her from behind.
Disappointed and slightly heart broken I ended my shower, dried off and left the bathroom.
Mom met me in the hall. “Didn’t you wear those all day,” she said. She had her robes and clean nightie wrapped up in her arms.
“I did, I just wanted to search for something while you were out of the room.” I said.
She gave me a smile and put her hand on my chest and rubbed it.
My luggage was a disaster. Not only did I tend to it terribly the past few days, mom’s rapid packing and me opening it upside down had it spill out onto my bed.
She hummed to herself in the Jacuzzi tub reading a magazine. Back in the room she had left her phone face up and an alert vibrated. Casually I glanced over to see if it was mine. The display read “SALLY” from a private message app. I saw the word ‘son’ and bent down to look closer.
“Yes, after my son and I had a heart to heart we returned to normal. We focus on our core relationship of mother and son, but when we both need to have…”
“No, no not there, have… what?” I whispered. I wished for just a bit more of the message. My stomach turned. I wanted to tap her phone but the message would display and show read. Obviously she was chatting with someone.
I pulled up my phone and searched the forum it came from. I even had an account but I didn’t dare use my real account. I made a new email and created an account as fast as I could.
Typing in the name I remembered seeing, I searched freakingoutmom?? With no luck.
Mom still had the jets turned on. I tapped her phone and entered her pin. I wouldn’t snoop, I promised myself. If that mattered anymore after the other night.
Freakedoutmom89, I shook my head and searched the forum. One such user existed with a single post.
My heart thumped as I checked the door.
“Help me, I don’t know what to do. My son and I had to share a bed. Last night we woke up having sex… I immediately stopped it, but I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to hurt him, please someone.”
Freakedoutmom89
There were a handful of suggestions, most were either “HOT!” Or “see a psychologist”, one even said “nothing is an accident lady.”
“Ass hole,” I whispered. But he was right, just not in how he was thinking.
Then a glimmer of light caught my eye. A single comment offering relief. Written by a user named ‘concernedmother045’
“First just relax, I promise it will be okay, you’re not alone. A year ago my son and I had the same moment. I thought I was the worst mother for seducing her own son. We talked and figured things out. Now we have a very close supportive core mother son relationship.
We’re not freaks, we don’t live in the swamps or isolated back woods. We’re very normal, drive nice vehicles and have a local business. I have to admit my son is a handsome young man, and I do my best to take care of myself. I even do some modelling.
One thing that helped me was knowing 1% of the people around you are doing or have done the same thing. If you need help, send me a PM. If not, that’s okay, but here’s a page I have for mother’s who have feelings for their own sons.
Good luck, just remember it’s normal if you accept it as normal.
Concernedmother045”
Mom continued her long bath. My wet hair dripped down my back and I stood at my bedside in my underwear. Scrolling through the forum and investigating the blog page.
The bathroom had grown quiet, for how long I didn’t know, but rollers on the door creaked to life. Quickly I closed my phone, and threw clothes around searching for an unused shirt or pants bottom.
“You still haven’t changed?” Mom said.
My heart skipped a beat and I spun on my heels to meet her. We stared at one another for a moment as we both took notice of my partially erect cock. It had grown harder as I was reading about sex.
She had her head tilted and combed her damp hair. She wore the same long robes, but ensured it was together at her neck. Damp spots stained it and made the satin cling to her body.
“I think you need at least PJ’s, we know what happened last time you didn’t wear them.” She laughed and gave me a wink.
My face turned flush and my cock at last shrivelled. It was embarrassing but her smile made it easier to swallow.
“Eric, let’s talk.” She set her comb down and sat me down next to her on the bed.
“Okay, so, it happened, um I didn’t expect it, but we had sex. That night, did you know you were having sex with me?” she said.
My stomach turned upside down and my head grew light. Her hand touched my bare back and she rubbed it in a circle. Her warm smooth palm pressed into my muscles and warmed my cold skin.
“I thought you were Nikki at first…or well another college girl.” My mind stalled, at first? At first! Why?
“At first?” She said,
“It felt good, then I started waking when I heard you say, you feel so hard, by then I couldn’t stop, like I was half dreaming but not fully awake until you shouted at me.” I said.
She stopped rubbing my back and stood up, “oh.” she said. She smirked and covered her eyes with the palm of her hand. “Oh my god, I kind of remember that, I was actually amazed and thought, wow George can get it up tonight.”
“Get it up?” I said.
Mom sat down across from me on her bed. “George and I have been having some troubles, I guess its been so long since we had sex I just felt… something when we were beside each other.”
She rubbed her thighs and laughed it off. “First time in six months and it was with my own son, ha. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything, it’s just not what I expected, you felt really, really good, and you’re attractive, I just mean, mother and son. If you weren’t.” She rolled her eyes and looked away with a smirk on her face. Her cheeks turned red as she looked around the room.
Her eyes bolted open and she blurted out, “Shit, don’t tell him I told you!”
“I think that secret is safe with me, I’m not too sure how I would work that into a conversation about fly fishing, golf or pharmaceutical companies.” I said.
We laughed together and she patted me on the knee. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Anyways what I mean is really, we’re not different people, it was only sex, it wasn’t a crazy out of the world thing we did. I’m probably nothing compared to those young college girls you hung out with?”
I nodded my head and gave her a thin smile, “Yeah.” I looked down to the floor and could feel my face heat up.
She leaned across the aisle and rubbed my knee in a circle as if rubbing away a painful fall. Her smile melted away and she stared at my face. “Oh no, Eric was I your first?”
My spine straightened, and I looked her in the eyes. “No!”
A sigh deflated my chest, I don’t know why I lied. Her big brown eyes pierced into me and it pained me to lie to her, had I done it out of my own embarrassment or to save her?
“I mean, yes, but that’s okay um, yeah…” I said and tried to chuckle it off.
She sniffled and knelt down in front of me to embrace me. Her warm arms wrapped around me in a full hug and she pulled my head down to her cheek. My cheek and chin rested on her soft warm skin, her wet hair smelt like a pleasant flowery shampoo.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I took that from you.” She whispered into my ear.
My lower back strained, but I didn’t want the hug to end. I wanted to fall into her, hold her, be held by her, like a child being comforted. At the same time, I didn’t want to see her hurt. My arm got around her waist and I held her tight to my shoulder. Her whole body felt warm and soft. It didn’t feel sexual, just comforting. Maybe this was what that core relationship ‘Sally’ had mentioned.
She rubbed my back and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, “No, don’t be, it’s okay, we’re okay.”
CHAPTER 3 PANDORA’S BOX
During my short stint at college, I had taken a single course in human behaviour. At the time I thought it might help with getting Nikki into bed. It did not, but I learnt about how the mind works. As we do and experience abnormal acts we become adjusted. Even great atrocities can become normalised.
At first it was easy to ignore mom’s beauty. A beauty I once appreciated and was thankful to have in my own DNA. Supposedly my father was also attractive. But, he wasn’t much of a father, more of a sperm donor, to mom and five other women. Last I heard of him, he married the sixth one.
Over breakfast in the restaurant I realised something. The warm comfort felt days earlier had turned sexual once more. As I gazed into the opening of mom’s blouse I realised I was staring into Pandora’s box.
She had reverted to a mother who tended a small child, as if she was trying to make up for a wrong. She was loving, caring and her usual self, but I think she was carrying guilt, which unfortunately wasn’t hers to carry.
In turn we ended up competing to care for one another, cleaning, ordering food, and making each other laugh. She had her first weekend away from arguing teenagers, her business, and the course she attended.
Both Saturday and Sunday we enjoyed the spa to its fullest. But on day two I vowed not to return after getting a rather stubborn erection in the middle of the massage. The poor woman massaging me tried to ignore it, as well as my mother, and her masseuse. I made a vow to never get another massage again.
Afterwards mom’s little kid side showed up, and teased me mercilessly for the remainder of the day. By Sunday evening we had seen the small city and what it had to offer. Mom from time to time checked her phone, once I saw the name “Sally”. Which she promptly swiped away, but with her first moment alone was engrossed in reading.
By the time we arrived back at the hotel it was close to 9:00. I showered first, at mom’s request and flopped back on the love seat, exhausted. Keeping up with mom was tough and so was tending to her. It was starting to feel like a week-long date with no end in sight.
While mom showered I flipped through the channels on the TV until I found something that might hold my interest. Fails and bloopers played through a number of motorbike fails, but what really caught my eye was the stripper fails up next.
Mom entered the room with a hairbrush in her hand and her robes tied shut. It was a long red nightgown. Since that night she only wore long robes. Not that it changed much, the thin fabric clung to her hips and waist teasing one’s imagination. As she walked her legs opened the front giving flashes of flesh with each stride.
On the screen a woman twirled on a stripper pole.
Mom paused to watch the TV, “Oh I did that,” she said.
Back on screen the woman slipped and fell on her head making mom wince. “But not that.”
“You used a stripper pole?” I said.
Mom smiled at me and nodded her head. She took a seat next to me and combed her hair to the side. Unsupported, her breasts hung like two tear drops on her chest. Which served only to make them appear larger, fuller and more enticing to the eye.
The sway of her breasts as she combed her hair drew my attention more than the women on screen failing at stripping. Most paled in comparison to the woman sitting next to me, and I wondered how good of a dancer she was.
“That’s it?” I said.
She gave me a smile and turned away from the TV. “A few years ago, when you were still in middle school, George really started having issues, so I figured I would learn to strip, I thought it might help.”
She pinched the collar of her robes and fanned herself. She wore no visible bra under the robes, which was thin. In the cool air away from the warm water her nipples hardened and pointed through the fabric as they jiggled with her movements.
“And that’s when I started wearing these kinds of night clothes. I thought it would help, it kind of did, for a while,” she said.
“What do you mean? Are you two okay?” I said.
She shrugged her shoulders and put the comb down on her lap. “We’re okay… well, I don’t know, we’re starting to feel more like roommates,” she said.
“Oddly, I think I know how you feel, Nikki and I dated, but now I wonder if we were ever boyfriend and girlfriend.” I said.
“Right! I mean there’s feelings, but nothing deeper after the new love feeling is gone. Actually at first I thought maybe I wasn’t sexy enough, that I had lost it,” she said.
I shook my head at her comment, “you never lost it.”
The comment made her smile ear to ear and she squeezed my thigh. She shrugged it off and continued. “It was the reason I expanded the store to have a fitness studio, secretly it was for myself, you know get paid to work out.” She stiffened her back and gestured to her stomach.
I nodded my head and admired the view.
“But that didn’t do much, eventually I just figured he got bored of it, but we still love each other and there’s Penny and David.” She smiled and looked at the floor.
A moment passed and she looked at me, “Oh, and you, I didn’t forget you,” She smiled at me and brushed back some of my hair around my ear.
She let out a sigh and stared off into the room, “I don’t know if he just can’t get aroused anymore or if he doesn’t want to. At first I thought maybe it was me, then as years passed it got worse. Now, it’s down to once every few months. We tried everything, porn, toys, exotic dancing, he just gets embarrassed when I dance though.” She said and covered her smirk with her hand.
“I don’t remember you sneaking off, when did you find time to learn to strip?” I said.
She laughed and raised her eyebrows, “It was your grade 10 year, night classes, and not stripping, exotic dance. I had to drive out of town to do them, under the name Roxy Ferguson.” She smirked to herself, lost in memory.
“But I felt proud and when I was done I put on a show for him, wore the sexiest outfit I could buy and nothing, limp as ever. I don’t even know if he cares about not being able to fuck or not. After that I put my effort into the store,” she said.
She slumped her shoulders and said, “I never told anyone at work about George.” Her smile faded. “I guess I was ashamed, Sandra, former prom queen and ice skating champion, Can’t arouse her own husband.”
I rubbed her shoulders and back and she gave me a shy half smile. Beneath my hand I could feel the muscles in her back, the warm flesh covered by satin fabric. The outline of her shoulder blades was void of any bra strap.
“Know what the worst part was? All the secrecy of taking the class didn’t matter, during the first class I got recognised by a customer of mine. She asked if I was going to start stripping in the studio.” She covered her face and snorted.
Her snort made her laugh harder and I couldn’t help but join in. The crimson robes slipped free from the pressure of her bouncing breasts and exposed her cleavage. She gave me a shy smile and covered her chest.
Her snort made me chuckle but the sight of her bare chest between her breasts drew my gaze. In a vain attempt to avert my eyes I turned away. But the image remained in my mind and my cock grew with the thoughts of the nights before.
“Thank you,” she rubbed my knee with her hand, “recently, I haven’t been able to talk to anyone, I don’t know why, I just feel embarrassed. Married and can’t get laid!” She said and smiled at me.
The head of my cock pushed out of its skin and down the inside of my PJs. Its own sensation spurred on its growth. The less I tried to think of it the more my mind focused on it.
My throat was dry, “Why?” I croaked.
“Getting a man hard, I don’t know how to explain, but not being able to get a man hard, is like a man… not being able to get hard… I think.” She scrunched her face up and raised an eyebrow at me. “That doesn’t make a lot of sense, um it’s like…”
Her eyes drifted downward to my crotch, perhaps out of thought or to visually confirm the growing bulge. Either way it was the worst time to glance at me. The warm head unwrapped itself against my leg. My face grew hot as she stopped talking and stared.
“I’ve been feeling guilty about that night,” she said lost in thought.
I shook my head, “no, no don’t. I’m just as guilty. I should have just stayed on the floor.” Part of me wanted to admit touching her but I was too afraid.
In a timid voice she said, “Did you like how it felt?”
My lungs felt as if the air was stolen from them. I didn’t say a word, caught off guard I nodded my head.
Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath in. The sight of my erection aroused her and her nipples grew. Like small balloons being blown up I watched as they grew harder. Just like that dark night. We sat in silence, neither of us dared to look the other in their eyes. Her hand still rested on my thigh, her fingers twitched and picked at the fabric.
Without warning she sat up on the edge of the love seat and untied her robes. Like a shiny crimson curtain they parted to reveal the light coloured skin between her breasts, down her flat stomach and parted ways over her bare, beautiful legs. The only break in her light skin was the black lace strings of her micro thong. A black triangle of lace and sheer. Her large wondrous breasts remained wrapped in the satin, hidden away to be unveiled later.
“I stole your virginity, I can’t give it back, I’m sorry.” She said and slipped off the front of the couch onto her knees.
Her hand ran over my rock hard erection. She smiled and pulled back her hair admiring the bulge in my pants.
My heart thumped in my ears, deep down part of me protested. But I didn’t dare move or say a word for fear she would stop. As her slender fingers pulled down my waistband and released my bent cock, it sprang up straight. Her eyes lit up as she admired its size in comparison to her outstretched hand.
“Did Nikki at least give you a blowjob?” She said, her hand ran the length of my penis as she inspected its full length, measuring it with both her hands. It seemed to be a common technique. Her eyes were cross eyed as she admired its length.
I shook my head and said “no.” Her warm hands pulled down on my cock revealing its mushroom head and I accidentally moaned from the pleasure. For the first time since she sat down she looked into my eyes and a smile spread across her lips.
The room began to spin and her warm hands moved back up my shaft, exploring its length before pulling down again to expose its head.
She positioned herself between my knees. The movement caused her robes to slip from her shoulders and hang off her elbows.Her breasts opened up showing their round full droplet shape. Her two perky nipples stuck out like oversized pencil erasers.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she jerked my cock up and down with one hand. The other hand fought with her hair to keep clear of her face.
Eager for more, I lifted my ass off the couch and pulled my underwear and PJ down past my knees. She stopped for a moment and helped pull them off completely. My cock was so hard it ached, the sides felt as if they would burst from the pressure.
“Fuck your so hard.” She said, with that she leaned forward, her warm breasts fell over my knees and her mouth opened over the head of my penis.
“Oh, my…” I panted. My head became light for the last time. The urge to fuck had taken over. My hips bucked up off the love seat, driving my cock deeper into her mouth.
It felt hard, soft and hot all at the same time. My tip slid over the roof of her mouth, while her soft hot tongue slid under the mushroom head. Until it could push no further.
But she did not choke, instead she sucked hard and jerked the bottom half. Unable to fight it I leaned back and held onto her arm and head. Caressing her bare skin and her long silky hair.
She too had grown hotter. The way she straddled my foot, her soaked pussy rubbed on my ankle and shin. The warm smooth skin of her torso caressed my legs. In turn I pressed the top of my foot into her making her moan on my cock.
I leaned down to pull her up on top of me, but she dug in, looked me in the eyes and shook her head. “No, just this.”
In agreement I nodded my head and laid back enjoying myself as she pumped my cock into her mouth. After a minute I looked down to admire her as she worked. She laughed to herself. “You enjoy watching?.” She said,
I nodded my head in approval. Her cheeks sucked in and bulged out. The muscles in her neck strained as her head bobbed up and down. The longer I watched the harder she ground herself into my foot. Wanting to repay the favor I curled my foot up as high as I could to put pressure on her.
After a deep breath she took me in her mouth again. Both hands roamed my thighs, abs and privates. I let out a moan and twisted under her weight, feeling my bare skin on hers. The surge of skin on skin made her moan and she cupped my testicles and pumped my cock in her mouth.
Spit and pre-cum glistened on her lips and hands. Hot and cold sensations flooded my mind as she pulled away to take a breath. The cool air chilled my wet penis. Then a wave of pleasure and warmth upon her return.
“Is it okay? Does it feel good?” she said.
My voice cracked “Yes… ehm, yes…” I said.
That simple fact gave her confidence, suddenly her hand pumped faster, and harder. She put her mouth over the head and sucked harder than she had before. She slurped and popped as her head bobbed up and down. Her hair flailed at the sides, tickling my thighs and crotch, but in a pleasant seductive way.
I wanted it to last forever but all too soon my balls tightened and my hips yearned to thrust forward. Filled with lust I thrust my hips into her waiting mouth. My foot pressed up into her and coiled forward, grinding her crotch into my ankle.
She lifted her head from my crotch and said, “It’s okay, cum for me.” Then her mouth returned, engulfing me in warm tight pleasure.
The pleasure I felt was released in a surge along the underside of my cock. I moaned and held her hand tight.
“I’m cumming, mom I’m cumming.” I exclaimed.
She snorted and laughed, but held her lips around the head of my cock. My hips thrust up, squeezing cum out into her waiting mouth, only after I had relaxed did she remove her mouth. Cum and spit ran down her chin and she feverishly pumped my cock trying to coax more from it. She studied it as it oozed over her hands and ran down the sides.
She smiled at me and held my cum in her mouth. Her eyes closed and her throat tightened, but she shook her head at me. When she opened her eyes, she looked onto my cock and casually stroked it, massaging the cum into her hands until I softened.
With a smile on her face she stood up and walked back to the washroom. I laid back and proudly watched the beautiful woman who just sucked me walk away.
Before she returned I pulled on my PJs and tidied up the area. Cum had run down my ass and stained the couch. My hands and knees trembled as reality returned, I had just cum in my mothers mouth.
In the bathroom she rinsed her mouth and fixed her robes. When she returned she had a warm wet hand towel. “I thought I could swallow, but that was a lot of cum. Do you feel better?” She knelt before me and pulled down my pj’s. Using the warm towel she lovingly cleaned me with a shaky hand.
“How do I answer that?” I said.
“Was it good? Does it make up for your terrible first time?” She said.
“Yes, amazing.” I said.
Her cheeks grew flush and she smiled to herself. She continued to clean my limp cock playing with it as it flopped side to side from thigh to thigh.
“Before, it wasn’t terrible.” I said.
“I yelled at you to wake up and pull out, then I ran off, that’s pretty bad for a guy’s first time,” she said.
“Don’t forget the moan you made when I pulled out,” I said.
She stared at me with a blank face then burst into laughter. Finished with the towel she tossed in on my stomach, stood up and wrapped herself in her robes, “you noticed that, huh?”
I nodded my head and cleaned the cushion. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine, it’s late, let’s get some sleep, this is all behind us now, okay?” she said.
I smiled and nodded my head before the two of us crawled into our own beds and turned the lights out. After a minute of staring into the dark ceiling she giggled.
“You okay?” I said.
“Yeah, I’m just remembering how you announced ‘mom I’m cumming’.”She said
My face grew hot and I wanted to crawl deep under the covers. Maybe motherly intuition could see in the dark because her next comment took it away.
“I’m laughing because that’s not a usual thing mothers imagine hearing their son cry out. it was… I don’t know, oddly special… put it out of your mind, we need to get some sleep,” she said.
“Are you going to be okay? What about you?” I said. Of course I was concerned about her, but I also wanted to get laid.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me, I’m used to it, good night.” she said.
I laid my head back on the pillow and stared into the faint light. “Good night.”
But she wasn’t alright, she tossed and turned through the night, kicking the sheets off, only to gather them up again when she grew cold.
More to come in part 2…