I steered my car into the drive and parked it beside my Mom's. Checked myself from the rear view mirror for one last time, to make sure I didn't look like the devil himself, took the little gift I've bought for Mom and started toward the house.
My name is Kevin. I'm twenty one years old and I'm a college student. I live with my Mom, who was turning forty one that day. She and my Dad divorced when I was small and she'd been taking care of me ever since. Dad would visit us about every two months and judging by their laughter and endless chatting, personally I think they're on a lot better terms now than when they were together.
My Mom is Emma. And like I said, she is forty one. She has black hair that drops to about a couple of inches above the waist, and pretty eyes. Since she's a single Mom, she's been always conscious about her figure. Frankly I don't have anything to say about that, because a gorgeous woman like her must definitely enjoy the attention she's getting. Her greatest assets, I'd say, are her breasts. She's not really a beauty queen but with her reasonably sized breasts and the nice ass, she's damn hot. At least to me.
I opened the door and went in.
'SURPRISE, MOM!'
'Oh, shut it, Kev! Do you really think I didn't hear you pull up?'
'Shit!'
She came half-running towards me and gave me a hug.
'Oh my god, I missed you darling!'
'I know Mom, I missed you too!' I kissed her on her cheeks.
'Eww! Your stubble! Shave it off idiot!'
'Haha no way. Girls love it.'
'Well, for the next three weeks I'm the only girl you're gonna be with, so you'd better shave it off big boy!'
I broke the hug and took a couple of steps back. I wanted to see her better. I wanted to see how good she looked. I had missed that sight.
She was wearing a short one piece dress she sometimes wore when she's at home. It wasn't tight and at the same time, wasn't loose too. It just fit her. She looked sexy in that, all curvy and shit. Or should I say 'hot'? Her breasts and ass were perfectly complimented by the loosely hugging dress and it ended about a good 4 or 5 inches above her knees, revealing her amazing, smooth legs. And at the top, it had a somewhat low square cut with no sleeves, just straps. I could see some cleavage and.. holy shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! How the fuck had I missed it when I hugged her? I immediately felt my dick give a little twitch. God bless the person who invented underwear.
'Wow, you look amazing Mom.'
'Why, thank you!' she said rolling her eyes.
'I'm not kidding! You look rather hot!'
At that she burst out laughing. 'Now now.. That would do, young man. If you keep on doing it, I don't know where you'd stop.'
Oh, how I'd love to find that out, I thought to myself.
You see, growing up, my Mom was the one woman I was always interested in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so had Dad been there, but since he wasn't, Mom was 'the woman' in my life. When I went through puberty and started experiencing and trying out new things, for whatever the reason I found her in my fantasies. So I could safely say, deep down in me, I think I had something for my Mom. It's not just pure lust. It's more to do with love and less to do with lust. But then again, I guess lust is a part of love. Or whatever. She was my Mom, my friend, my sister and my everything.
'Aaaaaaannd.. Happy birthday, Mom!'
I gave her the bottle of wine and the small bouquet of roses I'd bought for her. She tore open the wrapping paper carefully and once she saw what's inside, a huge warm smile spread across her face.
'Honey, you shouldn't ha-'
'Oh, please Mom!' I cut her short and bent forward to give her another kiss. I think she wasn't expecting that right then, because she couldn't turn her head in time and my lips landed partially on her lips. About two seconds passed before we realised the mistake and broke the kiss. By then I had a hard-on. Another couple of seconds passed in an awkward silence.
'Maybe I should go have a shower. I'm tired.' I finally managed to break the silence.
'Good idea. But before you go.. do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or would you rather celebrate at home?' asked Mom. Apparently she wasn't as affected by the mistake as I was. Maybe because she never loved me and lusted after me the same way I did for her, and also because it was an innocent mistake.
'Your call Mom.' I smiled and ran upstairs.
***
After the shower I was in my bed, relaxed, listening to some music. I had to beat the shit out of my dick to feel stable after what happened. Now as I lay in the bed, I was feeling somewhat clear-headed and generally better.
Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Mom had gone to take a shower. My mind raced down the memory lane and came back with some memories of a habit of Mom's. After a shower it was her habit to wear a towel around her hair, like a bun, till it dried. She rarely used the hair dryer. While her hair is still wet, she'd wear another towel covering her body and she'd do whatever she had to do inside the house, wearing these. More often than not, this second towel ended some 6 inches above her knees.
So maybe if I'm lucky, today also would be one of those days, I told myself. I felt my dick respond to that thought.
I was ready when Mom finished her shower. I was listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom and just as she opened the door, I came out of my room and went past the bathroom. There she was, in all her glory, wearing what seemed to be a towel (it was that small). She looked even hotter than I had remembered.
She saw me coming that way. Biting her lip and throwing me a flirtatious look, she did a couple of poses like a bikini model, for me to see.
'Not bad! I'd give a 9.' I joked.
'Why, what happened to that other 1?' She asked me playfully.
'That's because I didn't see everything.'
She burst out laughing again and I joined her.
'Hey, wanna help me prepare lunch?'
'Yeah sure.'
She started towards the kitchen. Even though I had already had a vigorous jerk off, my dick was coming back to life, as I watched her nice ass sway side to side when she walked. Briefly touching the stiffening dick, outside the shorts, just to make sure it didn't poke through the cloth and to give it a moment's satisfaction, I started following her. Damn, she was hot. Like, fucking hot! I could barely take my eyes off her nice legs and her firm ass. Maybe I should be ashamed to say this, but I never regretted having such perverted thoughts towards my unsuspecting mother, not even for a second. But in my defence, for each part of lust, there were two parts of love.
I helped her peel the potatoes, and then washed and cut the fruits to make a fruit salad. I loved fruit salads and Mom knew it. That was pretty much all I did, since I didn't have enough time to do anything else after spending so much time checking her out, all the while being careful to keep my boner away from her eyes. I don't think she noticed anything but even if she did, she didn't say anything.
After everything was readied to be cooked, she went to the pantry and bent down at her hips to open a cupboard. She wanted to take some bowls out. But she didn't have to bend at her hips. She could have just bent her knees and taken those out. But she chose to bend at her hips instead, and the result was, I got to see almost up to her ass cheeks. This was like heaven to me. My boner was raging. I silently thanked god I was seated behind a counter. Had I stood up, she would have easily seen the tent in my shorts. As she picked up the bowls and came back to the cooker, I thought I saw a slight hint of a smile on her lips.
After about 30 minutes the lunch was ready. We sat silently on the couch as we helped ourselves. Mom was sitting right next to me on my right and she had her right leg over her left. Thanks to the skimpy towel, I was able to get an eyeful of her smooth thighs. Smooth like silk. I was hardly able to control myself and pay my attention to the lunch plate.
'You ok honey? You're not eating.'
'Umm yeah, I'm ok Mom.'
'Is my 'dress' distracting you?'
'Not really.'
'Well that's a bummer!' she laughed.
She's my Mom all right, but what a fucking flirt. I kept my plate on my lap and placed my right hand on her exposed right thigh.
'This is what's distracting me, not the 'dress', sweetheart.' I whispered in her ear in the most sensual way I could work up.
For a fraction of a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The next moment she recovered as if nothing happened. Meanwhile inside my head, I was cursing myself for losing control (as if it never happens around Mom. LOL) and doing something I shouldn't have done. I wasn't sure how she would react, nor how far I'd gone. She looked at me wide-eyed. I saw only one thing to do to save my sorry ass, and I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out at her, like I used to do when I was a kid.
The seriousness in her mood disappeared and she also started laughing. She punched my shoulder, put her arms around my neck and snuggled into me.
When we were done eating, Mom took both plates to the sink. I had zero objections as my hard on was again straining against the shorts' material. After a couple of minutes she came back and settled right next to me, this time closer because we didn't have to worry about accidentally disturbing each other while eating. I could somewhat feel her body next to me but I wanted more. I stood up to get the TV remote. Walked back and sat closer to her. That way I could feel her body tightly on mine. We turned on the TV and started watching a movie on HBO.
The movie ended in about a half an hour and the next movie ran for another 2 hours. By the time it was over, both of us were out of that 'just after lunch' phase and were feeling normal again. This was when Mom suggested a 24/7 channel with some slow music, because she felt like dancing, because it was her birthday. So she grabbed the remote, flipped the channel, got up, walked to the middle of the living room and started dancing to the slow music. She had her eyes closed and she was doing a sensual dance. A minute or two passed when she opened her eyes again, just to invite me to join her. I didn't want to, for obvious reasons. But she came to me and dragged me out of the couch into the middle of the living room by my hands. She put her arms around my neck and again started dancing in a slow rhythm, with her eyes closed.
Well, it's now or never. I placed my hands on her hips and began to move my body to match her rhythm. I was never very much fond of dancing, but that day was different. All I had to do was move my body to match Mom's movements. Not that hard.
After a while, I couldn't hold it any longer. I slowly slipped my hands down to her ass till I was holding her cheeks in my hands. She didn't seem to notice. So I gently pulled her towards me, so that her upper body was against mine and her lower body was pressed against my erection. I could feel it firmly pressed between us. We danced like that for some more time. When the song ended, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. As soon as the next song began and she began to close her eyes, I slowly turned her around. She loosened her arms to help me turn her around and put them around my neck again, this time backwards. Now she was in front of me, her curvy ass tightly pressed against my raging dick.
This was when I took another chance. My desire overcame me yet again and without hesitation, I put my arms from behind and placed my hands over her breasts. Even through the towel they felt amazing to the touch. While gently squeezing them, I nuzzled at her neck. I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten but still she didn't say anything. But to my surprise she started grinding her ass on me. Slowly and sensually. She was basically giving me a lap dance. Was this her way of accepting what I had been doing and was she encouraging me? I wasn't quite sure but there was only one way to find out. Syncing with the music and our rhythm, I started exploring the front of her body with my hands. My worst fear was rushing and ruining the moment, so I went slow. Gently. First I grabbed her left breast with my right hand, so that her right breast was also covered by the same arm. Then I ran my left hand all over the area just under her breasts and her stomach and then slowly towards her pussy. The ultimate prize.
Again I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten, and maybe an almost inaudible gasp too. When my wandering hand was right above her pussy, I stopped moving it. Little by little I increased the pressure. While I was doing it, I made sure to keep on nuzzling her neck, the sides and the back, and near her ears, to keep her reasonably distracted, and involuntarily I was humping my hard dick on to her ass. I was aroused. I was aroused beyond measure. And from my experience at college with girls, I knew Mom was aroused too. Well, she was a fine woman in her sexual prime, but sexually frustrated, being groped all over by a young man who's right behind her. All the variables of the formula were at work. At that point in time, it didn't really matter that I was her son. That's when I realised it's just a matter of time before I got to get this sexy woman to sleep with me. The pinnacle of a mother-son relationship. Again I'm telling you, it isn't all about sex. I loved her pretty fucking much and that's the reason I never had a serious relationship with a girl of my own age at college. I've been with girls, but never an affair. I knew if I kept on doing the right things at the right time, it's going to be sooner than later. But doing the right things was the hardest part, considering how easily I lost control around her.
The session ended, and the heavenly 15 or 20 minutes also ended with it. Mom turned to face me.
'I'm tired, darling. Sleepy.'
'Yeah, me too. Better take a nap.' I agreed.
'We'll order something, maybe some pizza, for dinner and celebrate at home. What do you think?'
'Sounds good to me, Mom.'
Mom smiled at me, with her eyes almost closed as if she's already asleep. I was still hugging her, so I leaned in and before she opened her eyes again, kissed her full on the lips. As our lips met, I moved my hands from her ass to her head. I held it firmly while my lips worked on hers. I wasn't surprised when the non-existent resistance she made faded away two seconds later, and she started kissing me back. Her tongue soon made its way into my mouth and I welcomed it with mine. We stood there kissing like two horny high school students who just discovered the fun of kissing, for a good minute. When we finally broke the kiss and I looked at my Mom, her eyes were still closed.
My dick was so hard, it hurt. But this time I couldn't care less about the obvious tent.
I picked Mom up in my arms. She smiled at me again and held to me tightly. My left hand was touching the under side of her bare thighs and this made me want to kiss her again. And kiss her again, I did. Then I carried her to her room, where there was her king size bed. That bed had been here since Mom and Dad moved into this house but she never got rid of it even after their divorce. A couple of males might have been in that bed with her while I was not at home, but she never really dated anyone so to speak. So the bed most certainly was her bed, and it smelled of her. And I loved it. There were numerous times when, as a teenager, I would get on to that very bed and masturbate, inhaling my Mom's scent while pretending to be fucking her, when she's not at home.
I placed her on the bed. She was already half asleep, and dreamily rolled over to the middle. Since she had her back to me, I quickly stepped out of my shorts and threw it away. Then I climbed on to the bed and slowly moved near her. At this point I could hear her breathing heavily, like one does when they're sleeping. I knew my Mom well enough to know that when she's asleep, it takes a bit more than a gentle touch or a faint sound to wake her up. She's a heavy sleeper. So I carefully removed the towel she was wearing on her hair. Her gorgeous hair finally escaped the knot and fell freely on the bed. Then I reached around her body and felt along the edge of the towel she was wearing, till I found its knot somewhere above her left breast. I released that knot too and ever so carefully, dragged the towel through her arm at the top of her body till it came out free. When I dropped it behind her back, she was totally exposed. The only reason I couldn't throw that towel also away was, a part of it was going under her body to the other side. But she was naked. And for the first time as far as I could remember, I was looking at her curvy ass. Her body was in near perfect shape, and if you asked me to rate it out of 10, I'd give it a 9 or a 9.5. I almost came just looking at her from behind.
Left sides of our bodies were on the bed, right sides facing up. I moved nearer and placed my stiff dick on her ass, between the cheeks, and got into a spooning position. And I waited. Mom didn't budge, nor did she change the breathing patterns. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't actually stop myself. Now that I think about it, I think my lust for her took over the love. Then I positioned my left arm on the bed, above her head and my right arm, around her body, touching her belly. Again I waited. Nothing. The next stop for the right hand was her bare breasts. Just like when we were dancing, I made sure I'm cupping her left breast and touching as much as I could of her right breast. Let me tell you guys, that's the most amazing feeling ever, second only to the feeling of being inside your loving Mom. If two days ago, someone came to me at college and told me I'd be experiencing this very thing within the next 48 hours, I'd have asked them to stop joking. But there I was, naked-spooning my Mom, with a fistful of her tits.
Right then I decided I didn't want to do anything else. I loved my Mom. I wanted to make love to her. I have always wanted to. But I wanted it to be with her consent. So I decided this was enough. I wanted to sleep with her like this but for one obvious reason I couldn't. My boner. I was somehow restraining myself from humping Mom, but my excitement got better of me and my hips started moving against my will. After some time I approached that point of no return and before I knew it, I was spraying my load, stream after stream, on my Mom's ass and the back of her thighs. I could feel my dick softening. I pressed tighter to my Mom and I felt my cum smearing on both our bodies. And I waited as sleep slowly carried me away.
***
When I woke up, Mom was still fast asleep. The cum had dried but still a slight stickiness was there. I glanced at the clock on the wall facing the bed and it was nearly 6.30 pm. As the memories of what happened some hours back came flooding to my mind, I felt another erection in progress. But this time before it got to control me, I wanted to see how far I could go with Mom, right there, right then.
I was still cupping her breasts with my right hand. I started fondling them. Took her semi hard nipples between my fingers and squeezed them, tugged them, rolled them and pinched them. While keeping my hard on tight to her ass, I firmly squeezed her breasts in whole, one after the other. Then I moved my hand along her body to her glorious pussy. The pussy that I had yet to see. When I started rubbing outside her pussy, I realised she had it completely shaved.
Again I grabbed a fistful of breasts and this time, I moved my body a bit backwards to accommodate her, because I wanted to roll her over on to her back. I increased the pressure I was applying on the breasts little by little, but never to an amount that would cause her any pain, and rolled her over on to her back. The next minute I spend admiring the front side of her naked body. When I could take it no longer, I bent down and started kissing her right on her lips, while rubbing her pussy. Then only she woke up.
I steered my car into the drive and parked it beside my Mom's. Checked myself from the rear view mirror for one last time, to make sure I didn't look like the devil himself, took the little gift I've bought for Mom and started toward the house.
My name is Kevin. I'm twenty one years old and I'm a college student. I live with my Mom, who was turning forty one that day. She and my Dad divorced when I was small and she'd been taking care of me ever since. Dad would visit us about every two months and judging by their laughter and endless chatting, personally I think they're on a lot better terms now than when they were together.
My Mom is Emma. And like I said, she is forty one. She has black hair that drops to about a couple of inches above the waist, and pretty eyes. Since she's a single Mom, she's been always conscious about her figure. Frankly I don't have anything to say about that, because a gorgeous woman like her must definitely enjoy the attention she's getting. Her greatest assets, I'd say, are her breasts. She's not really a beauty queen but with her reasonably sized breasts and the nice ass, she's damn hot. At least to me.
I opened the door and went in.
'SURPRISE, MOM!'
'Oh, shut it, Kev! Do you really think I didn't hear you pull up?'
'Shit!'
She came half-running towards me and gave me a hug.
'Oh my god, I missed you darling!'
'I know Mom, I missed you too!' I kissed her on her cheeks.
'Eww! Your stubble! Shave it off idiot!'
'Haha no way. Girls love it.'
'Well, for the next three weeks I'm the only girl you're gonna be with, so you'd better shave it off big boy!'
I broke the hug and took a couple of steps back. I wanted to see her better. I wanted to see how good she looked. I had missed that sight.
She was wearing a short one piece dress she sometimes wore when she's at home. It wasn't tight and at the same time, wasn't loose too. It just fit her. She looked sexy in that, all curvy and shit. Or should I say 'hot'? Her breasts and ass were perfectly complimented by the loosely hugging dress and it ended about a good 4 or 5 inches above her knees, revealing her amazing, smooth legs. And at the top, it had a somewhat low square cut with no sleeves, just straps. I could see some cleavage and.. holy shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! How the fuck had I missed it when I hugged her? I immediately felt my dick give a little twitch. God bless the person who invented underwear.
'Wow, you look amazing Mom.'
'Why, thank you!' she said rolling her eyes.
'I'm not kidding! You look rather hot!'
At that she burst out laughing. 'Now now.. That would do, young man. If you keep on doing it, I don't know where you'd stop.'
Oh, how I'd love to find that out, I thought to myself.
You see, growing up, my Mom was the one woman I was always interested in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so had Dad been there, but since he wasn't, Mom was 'the woman' in my life. When I went through puberty and started experiencing and trying out new things, for whatever the reason I found her in my fantasies. So I could safely say, deep down in me, I think I had something for my Mom. It's not just pure lust. It's more to do with love and less to do with lust. But then again, I guess lust is a part of love. Or whatever. She was my Mom, my friend, my sister and my everything.
'Aaaaaaannd.. Happy birthday, Mom!'
I gave her the bottle of wine and the small bouquet of roses I'd bought for her. She tore open the wrapping paper carefully and once she saw what's inside, a huge warm smile spread across her face.
'Honey, you shouldn't ha-'
'Oh, please Mom!' I cut her short and bent forward to give her another kiss. I think she wasn't expecting that right then, because she couldn't turn her head in time and my lips landed partially on her lips. About two seconds passed before we realised the mistake and broke the kiss. By then I had a hard-on. Another couple of seconds passed in an awkward silence.
'Maybe I should go have a shower. I'm tired.' I finally managed to break the silence.
'Good idea. But before you go.. do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or would you rather celebrate at home?' asked Mom. Apparently she wasn't as affected by the mistake as I was. Maybe because she never loved me and lusted after me the same way I did for her, and also because it was an innocent mistake.
'Your call Mom.' I smiled and ran upstairs.
***
After the shower I was in my bed, relaxed, listening to some music. I had to beat the shit out of my dick to feel stable after what happened. Now as I lay in the bed, I was feeling somewhat clear-headed and generally better.
Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Mom had gone to take a shower. My mind raced down the memory lane and came back with some memories of a habit of Mom's. After a shower it was her habit to wear a towel around her hair, like a bun, till it dried. She rarely used the hair dryer. While her hair is still wet, she'd wear another towel covering her body and she'd do whatever she had to do inside the house, wearing these. More often than not, this second towel ended some 6 inches above her knees.
So maybe if I'm lucky, today also would be one of those days, I told myself. I felt my dick respond to that thought.
I was ready when Mom finished her shower. I was listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom and just as she opened the door, I came out of my room and went past the bathroom. There she was, in all her glory, wearing what seemed to be a towel (it was that small). She looked even hotter than I had remembered.
She saw me coming that way. Biting her lip and throwing me a flirtatious look, she did a couple of poses like a bikini model, for me to see.
'Not bad! I'd give a 9.' I joked.
'Why, what happened to that other 1?' She asked me playfully.
'That's because I didn't see everything.'
She burst out laughing again and I joined her.
'Hey, wanna help me prepare lunch?'
'Yeah sure.'
She started towards the kitchen. Even though I had already had a vigorous jerk off, my dick was coming back to life, as I watched her nice ass sway side to side when she walked. Briefly touching the stiffening dick, outside the shorts, just to make sure it didn't poke through the cloth and to give it a moment's satisfaction, I started following her. Damn, she was hot. Like, fucking hot! I could barely take my eyes off her nice legs and her firm ass. Maybe I should be ashamed to say this, but I never regretted having such perverted thoughts towards my unsuspecting mother, not even for a second. But in my defence, for each part of lust, there were two parts of love.
I helped her peel the potatoes, and then washed and cut the fruits to make a fruit salad. I loved fruit salads and Mom knew it. That was pretty much all I did, since I didn't have enough time to do anything else after spending so much time checking her out, all the while being careful to keep my boner away from her eyes. I don't think she noticed anything but even if she did, she didn't say anything.
After everything was readied to be cooked, she went to the pantry and bent down at her hips to open a cupboard. She wanted to take some bowls out. But she didn't have to bend at her hips. She could have just bent her knees and taken those out. But she chose to bend at her hips instead, and the result was, I got to see almost up to her ass cheeks. This was like heaven to me. My boner was raging. I silently thanked god I was seated behind a counter. Had I stood up, she would have easily seen the tent in my shorts. As she picked up the bowls and came back to the cooker, I thought I saw a slight hint of a smile on her lips.
After about 30 minutes the lunch was ready. We sat silently on the couch as we helped ourselves. Mom was sitting right next to me on my right and she had her right leg over her left. Thanks to the skimpy towel, I was able to get an eyeful of her smooth thighs. Smooth like silk. I was hardly able to control myself and pay my attention to the lunch plate.
'You ok honey? You're not eating.'
'Umm yeah, I'm ok Mom.'
'Is my 'dress' distracting you?'
'Not really.'
'Well that's a bummer!' she laughed.
She's my Mom all right, but what a fucking flirt. I kept my plate on my lap and placed my right hand on her exposed right thigh.
'This is what's distracting me, not the 'dress', sweetheart.' I whispered in her ear in the most sensual way I could work up.
For a fraction of a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The next moment she recovered as if nothing happened. Meanwhile inside my head, I was cursing myself for losing control (as if it never happens around Mom. LOL) and doing something I shouldn't have done. I wasn't sure how she would react, nor how far I'd gone. She looked at me wide-eyed. I saw only one thing to do to save my sorry ass, and I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out at her, like I used to do when I was a kid.
The seriousness in her mood disappeared and she also started laughing. She punched my shoulder, put her arms around my neck and snuggled into me.
When we were done eating, Mom took both plates to the sink. I had zero objections as my hard on was again straining against the shorts' material. After a couple of minutes she came back and settled right next to me, this time closer because we didn't have to worry about accidentally disturbing each other while eating. I could somewhat feel her body next to me but I wanted more. I stood up to get the TV remote. Walked back and sat closer to her. That way I could feel her body tightly on mine. We turned on the TV and started watching a movie on HBO.
The movie ended in about a half an hour and the next movie ran for another 2 hours. By the time it was over, both of us were out of that 'just after lunch' phase and were feeling normal again. This was when Mom suggested a 24/7 channel with some slow music, because she felt like dancing, because it was her birthday. So she grabbed the remote, flipped the channel, got up, walked to the middle of the living room and started dancing to the slow music. She had her eyes closed and she was doing a sensual dance. A minute or two passed when she opened her eyes again, just to invite me to join her. I didn't want to, for obvious reasons. But she came to me and dragged me out of the couch into the middle of the living room by my hands. She put her arms around my neck and again started dancing in a slow rhythm, with her eyes closed.
Well, it's now or never. I placed my hands on her hips and began to move my body to match her rhythm. I was never very much fond of dancing, but that day was different. All I had to do was move my body to match Mom's movements. Not that hard.
After a while, I couldn't hold it any longer. I slowly slipped my hands down to her ass till I was holding her cheeks in my hands. She didn't seem to notice. So I gently pulled her towards me, so that her upper body was against mine and her lower body was pressed against my erection. I could feel it firmly pressed between us. We danced like that for some more time. When the song ended, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. As soon as the next song began and she began to close her eyes, I slowly turned her around. She loosened her arms to help me turn her around and put them around my neck again, this time backwards. Now she was in front of me, her curvy ass tightly pressed against my raging dick.
This was when I took another chance. My desire overcame me yet again and without hesitation, I put my arms from behind and placed my hands over her breasts. Even through the towel they felt amazing to the touch. While gently squeezing them, I nuzzled at her neck. I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten but still she didn't say anything. But to my surprise she started grinding her ass on me. Slowly and sensually. She was basically giving me a lap dance. Was this her way of accepting what I had been doing and was she encouraging me? I wasn't quite sure but there was only one way to find out. Syncing with the music and our rhythm, I started exploring the front of her body with my hands. My worst fear was rushing and ruining the moment, so I went slow. Gently. First I grabbed her left breast with my right hand, so that her right breast was also covered by the same arm. Then I ran my left hand all over the area just under her breasts and her stomach and then slowly towards her pussy. The ultimate prize.
Again I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten, and maybe an almost inaudible gasp too. When my wandering hand was right above her pussy, I stopped moving it. Little by little I increased the pressure. While I was doing it, I made sure to keep on nuzzling her neck, the sides and the back, and near her ears, to keep her reasonably distracted, and involuntarily I was humping my hard dick on to her ass. I was aroused. I was aroused beyond measure. And from my experience at college with girls, I knew Mom was aroused too. Well, she was a fine woman in her sexual prime, but sexually frustrated, being groped all over by a young man who's right behind her. All the variables of the formula were at work. At that point in time, it didn't really matter that I was her son. That's when I realised it's just a matter of time before I got to get this sexy woman to sleep with me. The pinnacle of a mother-son relationship. Again I'm telling you, it isn't all about sex. I loved her pretty fucking much and that's the reason I never had a serious relationship with a girl of my own age at college. I've been with girls, but never an affair. I knew if I kept on doing the right things at the right time, it's going to be sooner than later. But doing the right things was the hardest part, considering how easily I lost control around her.
The session ended, and the heavenly 15 or 20 minutes also ended with it. Mom turned to face me.
'I'm tired, darling. Sleepy.'
'Yeah, me too. Better take a nap.' I agreed.
'We'll order something, maybe some pizza, for dinner and celebrate at home. What do you think?'
'Sounds good to me, Mom.'
Mom smiled at me, with her eyes almost closed as if she's already asleep. I was still hugging her, so I leaned in and before she opened her eyes again, kissed her full on the lips. As our lips met, I moved my hands from her ass to her head. I held it firmly while my lips worked on hers. I wasn't surprised when the non-existent resistance she made faded away two seconds later, and she started kissing me back. Her tongue soon made its way into my mouth and I welcomed it with mine. We stood there kissing like two horny high school students who just discovered the fun of kissing, for a good minute. When we finally broke the kiss and I looked at my Mom, her eyes were still closed.
My dick was so hard, it hurt. But this time I couldn't care less about the obvious tent.
I picked Mom up in my arms. She smiled at me again and held to me tightly. My left hand was touching the under side of her bare thighs and this made me want to kiss her again. And kiss her again, I did. Then I carried her to her room, where there was her king size bed. That bed had been here since Mom and Dad moved into this house but she never got rid of it even after their divorce. A couple of males might have been in that bed with her while I was not at home, but she never really dated anyone so to speak. So the bed most certainly was her bed, and it smelled of her. And I loved it. There were numerous times when, as a teenager, I would get on to that very bed and masturbate, inhaling my Mom's scent while pretending to be fucking her, when she's not at home.
I placed her on the bed. She was already half asleep, and dreamily rolled over to the middle. Since she had her back to me, I quickly stepped out of my shorts and threw it away. Then I climbed on to the bed and slowly moved near her. At this point I could hear her breathing heavily, like one does when they're sleeping. I knew my Mom well enough to know that when she's asleep, it takes a bit more than a gentle touch or a faint sound to wake her up. She's a heavy sleeper. So I carefully removed the towel she was wearing on her hair. Her gorgeous hair finally escaped the knot and fell freely on the bed. Then I reached around her body and felt along the edge of the towel she was wearing, till I found its knot somewhere above her left breast. I released that knot too and ever so carefully, dragged the towel through her arm at the top of her body till it came out free. When I dropped it behind her back, she was totally exposed. The only reason I couldn't throw that towel also away was, a part of it was going under her body to the other side. But she was naked. And for the first time as far as I could remember, I was looking at her curvy ass. Her body was in near perfect shape, and if you asked me to rate it out of 10, I'd give it a 9 or a 9.5. I almost came just looking at her from behind.
Left sides of our bodies were on the bed, right sides facing up. I moved nearer and placed my stiff dick on her ass, between the cheeks, and got into a spooning position. And I waited. Mom didn't budge, nor did she change the breathing patterns. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't actually stop myself. Now that I think about it, I think my lust for her took over the love. Then I positioned my left arm on the bed, above her head and my right arm, around her body, touching her belly. Again I waited. Nothing. The next stop for the right hand was her bare breasts. Just like when we were dancing, I made sure I'm cupping her left breast and touching as much as I could of her right breast. Let me tell you guys, that's the most amazing feeling ever, second only to the feeling of being inside your loving Mom. If two days ago, someone came to me at college and told me I'd be experiencing this very thing within the next 48 hours, I'd have asked them to stop joking. But there I was, naked-spooning my Mom, with a fistful of her tits.
Right then I decided I didn't want to do anything else. I loved my Mom. I wanted to make love to her. I have always wanted to. But I wanted it to be with her consent. So I decided this was enough. I wanted to sleep with her like this but for one obvious reason I couldn't. My boner. I was somehow restraining myself from humping Mom, but my excitement got better of me and my hips started moving against my will. After some time I approached that point of no return and before I knew it, I was spraying my load, stream after stream, on my Mom's ass and the back of her thighs. I could feel my dick softening. I pressed tighter to my Mom and I felt my cum smearing on both our bodies. And I waited as sleep slowly carried me away.
***
When I woke up, Mom was still fast asleep. The cum had dried but still a slight stickiness was there. I glanced at the clock on the wall facing the bed and it was nearly 6.30 pm. As the memories of what happened some hours back came flooding to my mind, I felt another erection in progress. But this time before it got to control me, I wanted to see how far I could go with Mom, right there, right then.
I was still cupping her breasts with my right hand. I started fondling them. Took her semi hard nipples between my fingers and squeezed them, tugged them, rolled them and pinched them. While keeping my hard on tight to her ass, I firmly squeezed her breasts in whole, one after the other. Then I moved my hand along her body to her glorious pussy. The pussy that I had yet to see. When I started rubbing outside her pussy, I realised she had it completely shaved.
Again I grabbed a fistful of breasts and this time, I moved my body a bit backwards to accommodate her, because I wanted to roll her over on to her back. I increased the pressure I was applying on the breasts little by little, but never to an amount that would cause her any pain, and rolled her over on to her back. The next minute I spend admiring the front side of her naked body. When I could take it no longer, I bent down and started kissing her right on her lips, while rubbing her pussy. Then only she woke up.
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