Finally done, it was rather late, so we decided to call it a night.
I was lying in my bed, trying to settle down for sleep, but something kept nagging me, like an itch I couldn’t quite scratch.
Having tossed and turned for a while, I realized what was wrong.
Getting up, I went down and entered the master bedroom. Mom was still awake, and sat up when I entered.
“What’s wrong honey, why aren’t you in your bed?”
“Nothing is wrong anymore. I figured it out.”
“Figured out what?” she inquired, looking rather puzzled at my enigmatic statement.
Without answering her, I slid into the bed.
“This bed. This bedroom. It’s the master bedroom. I am the master now. I didn’t belong in my old room anymore. I belong here. With you.” I explained, as I cupped her face with my hand. Then I drew her in for a kiss, before she had time to argue.
The first kiss was a chaste kiss on her lips, then followed by a more greedy kiss, finally evolving into our tongues meeting in a delightful dance. Her body molded itself to mine, as I drew her into my embrace.
For a while, we just made out like teenagers newly in love.
“But what will the staff think?” mom managed, as we came up for air.
“That I am having nightmares? Frankly I don’t care, this is what feels right!”
“Okay honey, whatever you want.” she agreed.
“Oh I want a lot more than that!” I grinned.
Throwing her covers aside, I let my hands run down her warm body, a sheer silken slip nicely enhanced her already beautiful body.
“You are insatiable!” She scolded me jokingly, as her hands found their way down my pj pants, cool fingers wrapping around my hardening length.
It took me seconds to pull her slip off of her, freeing her wonderful breasts to my mercy once more.
Unable and unwilling to resist, I leaned in and suckled each one gently for a while, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh and her firm nipple in my mouth. Mom sighed with pleasure as I lavished her breasts with my attention, while she gently massaged my cock, urging it to full mast in no time.
Letting go of her breasts, I pulled her hips towards me, and gently leaned down over her, resting my weight on my elbow. I reached down, parting her already soaking wet folds with my fingers, and guided my rock hard cock to her opening.
Then, looking into her beautiful eyes, I slowly slid my full length into her, enjoying the expression of her face, a mixture of love and lust, as her son slid his cock all the way into her pussy.
Very gently, I made love to her, my hands caressing her perfect body, slowly increasing the pace as I felt her body responding to mine. I watched her face carefully, enjoying the sight of her expression every time I pushed into her, enjoying every moan I made her utter, as I kept driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
When I felt her pussy starting to clench around me, I knew she was not far from the edge. I increased the pace, pounding into her with more and more force, until her moans became one long keening as her orgasm took away all her control, and ripped through her body.
The amazing sight of her orgasming under me, the sensation of her tight core contracting around my length with all its strength, was more than enough to make me join her.
My own orgasm lit my nerves on fire, my balls convulsing as they shot thick ropes of my pearlescent cum deep into my mother’s womb, painting her insides in my colors, until there was no more room, and cum started to squirt from her pussy even as I kept pounding into her, completely at my orgasms mercy.
I no longer felt any sense of guilt, I no longer cared what society would think about what we were doing. It was clear to me that society was wrong. I was the master, and it was only right that I do as I please. And this, this pleased me greatly.
When we came down from our orgasms, we stayed like that for a long while, my softening cock remaining inside mom, while we just held each other, occasionally kissing gently, until I was so soft, I slowly slid out, releasing a tidal wave of cum.
“Holy shit mom, that’s a lot of cum!”
“Don’t worry honey, it’s a large bed, we can just scoot over to the other side and spoon all night, then Oxana can fix it in the morning.” mom purred, clearly not in the mood to get up and change the sheets.
Oh well, spooning sounded good, and I had pretty much decided Oxana needed a raise anyway.
With the lights out, we snuggled up, spooning each other as sleep claimed us.
Waking up is my new favorite activity.
The wet warmth on my cock, the tightness of lips sliding up and down the shaft, the sensation of a tongue swirling against my glans, teasing me, urging me, to cum, to fill her mouth with a well deserved breakfast.
I let out satisfied moans of pleasure, and slowly opened my eyes, looking down at my mom, her face bobbing up and down my morning wood.
When she noticed I had woken up, she took her mouth off me for a moment.
“I’m sorry I woke you up so early honey, but I have to go soon, and I wanted you to have a proper start to the day.” she explained, as she then resumed her morning blow with renewed vigor.
As I felt myself about ready to cum, I could not help myself, and took her face between my hands, hips thrusting into her mouth.
Sensing my need, she let me take over control, as I fucked her mouth faster and faster, until I came like a geyser, blasting my cum into her throat, filling her mouth, even as she struggled to swallow around my intruding member.
When finally my orgasm subsided, she made sure to lick up all of the cum that had escaped her lips and splattered on my thighs and belly. Every last drop was licked clean, while she moaned with pleasure.
“Now THAT’s the breakfast of champions, if you ask me!” she purred.
“Even though I hate to eat and run, I really need to get going!”
“Alright mom, drive safely!” I watched her very nice butt swaying seductively, as she rushed out, leaving me to have breakfast by myself.
After breakfast, Oxana brought me a package that had been delivered that morning, by an assistant of the law firm that used to handle dad’s business.
Opening it, I saw it contained a small box, and an old fashioned black leather journal, that had been sealed shut by no less than three wax seals, keeping anyone from peaking inside, without breaking the seals.
A letter from the lawyer said that my dad had left instructions that upon his demise, his ring, the box and his journal was to be delivered to me, that I was to read the journal before wearing the ring or opening the box.
Well, I already knew some of that, but I guess it was best to make sure.
Even if some of the toothpaste had already left the tube, and proved rather resistant to being pushed back inside.
Giving it another half hearted try, I once again found that the ring was not coming off. Fortunately it did not feel tight or constrictive, it just couldn’t come off again. It was exactly the right size to remain where it was.
The only thing I could do, save surgically having my finger removed and reattached, was to twist the ring around, to hide the gem and make it less obvious.