Summer in Padre Island gets a bit hotter.
It was like a country western song, the last month of my life. In short order I'd lost my job, my girlfriend dumped me, and my dog died. Oh yeah, my truck also broke down, on a remote stretch of highway too, outside San Antonio. I figured life couldn't get any worse, until the bank suddenly kicked up the mortgage rates, which my unemployed self couldn't afford, and I was forced to dump off my house at a fire sale price.
Being newly homeless, now living on a buddy's couch, and with my employment prospects looking bleak, I called the only person who I thought might be able to help me out, my mom.
Mom had always been there for me. As an only child, she and I were very close, especially since my dad was often away on business. She's quite a smart lady, too, with an answer or solution for everything. Any problem I had, she'd be the one I'd go to. Her advice was gold, which is probably why she'd worked her way up from mortgage broker to highly paid real estate consultant in only a few years.
Calling her up, I guess I felt like I was sort of eating crow. She'd advised me against moving up to San Antonio, from our hometown of Corpus Christi, because she didn't like the company that'd offered me a job. Didn't think they'd last, especially in the current economic climate. Turns out she was right.
But it wasn't all about the job for me, in terms of leaving home. I'd wanted to make a new start after college. Since I'd stayed home and went to the local university, I wanted to leave the nest and experience life on my own terms, and I did pretty well for the first two years, that is of course until last month's events.
Still, there was something that gnawed away at my pride when I called mom to tell her about my predicament. I figured I'd get a Texas size helping of "I told you so" from her, so I took a shot of tequila before I dialed to loosen me up and lessen the anticipated pain.
"Howdy shug, how're things? Haven't talked to you in a while. How come you never call anymore?" Mom asked, sounding a bit peeved I hadn't phoned recently. And, in case you're wondering, she really does call me and nearly everyone "shug" and her voice really does sound like Nancy Gribble from the show "King of the Hill." I think they must have based at least some of that character on my mom.
"Sorry, mom. Thing's haven't been too good." I proceeded to tell her about the past month's inglorious events and waited with baited breath for my scolding. Surprisingly, though, that's not what I received.
"I'm sorry to hear what's happened to you." She said. "But listen, when one door closes, another one opens..." Her tone was compassionate and understanding, far from the tongue lashing I'd expected. "What are you fixing to do now?"
"Don't know. Probably better be out of my buddy's place in a couple days. Thinking about hitting the road for a while. Doing some rambling. Maybe moving up to North Dakota or Montana. Hear there's a lot of work up there."
"You wanna know what I think?"
"Of course, mom, that's why I called."
"I think you should come down here for a while. Take some time off, get your head together. There's no need to make any rash decisions, especially with what you've just been through. I can put you up in the guest room. I've got plenty of space. It'll be nice to spend some time with you. Plus I could use a man around the house. There's a few things that need tending to."
"You sure, mom? I don't want to impose."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Come down here and we'll figure things out."
I must admit to being shocked after hanging up the phone. I'd expected a much different outcome. Not exactly sure what, but not that. I felt strange about moving back in with my mom, at the age of 24, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
It actually shouldn't be too bad, though, I thought. Just last year my mom and dad divorced and she moved into a spectacular condo on Padre Island. Full Gulf view, right on the beach, really an awesome place. I didn't even want to leave after last Thanksgiving when she'd hosted my girlfriend and me and a few other relatives and friends of hers.
Plus, my mom is pretty cool, too, and usually pretty laid back. Ever since I turned 18 we've drunk wines together, and since I've become an adult, our relationship has changed. We're more like friends than anything. We talk on the phone a lot, email, even Facebook, and kinda flirt sometimes with each other. Maybe part of it is because we aren't too far apart in age, since she had me at 16. Her being only 40 and me 24 isn't that great of an age difference. We actually like a lot of the same TV shows, books, music, and movies.
Also, I guess it should be said that she's pretty cute. Though she's slightly chubby, she carries it well, appearing more voluptuous than anything, with her 5'4 stature, thick frame, and perky D cup breasts and big, healthy ass. Her hair is bleach blond and curly, still kind of in an 80's big hair-ish style, but, like her extra weight, she pulls it off.
Maybe the best thing about her, though, is her face. Angelic would be the only word to describe it. Her sparkly blue eyes, cute little button nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and I mean full, Angelina Jolie type lips. She probably could have been a model had she been 6 inches taller and anorexic.
I'll admit to thinking of her sexually from time to time, at one point during my teenage years having a crush on her, though I wouldn't say these were regular thoughts after my brief crush passed. Maybe this was because I felt guilty every time I thought about her like that. Like when I had a crush on her and would masturbate to the thought of her, I'd feel terrible afterwards. There'd be this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'd tried my best to wipe away all such thoughts about her, but, despite my best efforts, every so often they relapsed. Part of me worried they might return upon staying with her for an extended period of time.
And a couple days later when I arrived to her condo, my worries were confirmed- and compounded. Driving up into her building's parking lot, I opened the door of my truck into the sweltering 90% humidity/105 heat index and saw my mom waiting for me by the front door of the 4 story beige concrete building. She looked nothing less than gorgeous.
Seems she'd lost a good 20 pounds. Her figure was tighter and more athletic, though still juicy and voluptuous as ever. She also appeared much tanner. I guess living out on the beach does that to you, but still, how bronzed she'd gotten took me aback.
"Howdy, stranger!" Mom yelled, walking towards me with open arms.
"Howdy there..." I replied, stepping down from my truck, with a goofy smile.
She hugged me and my whole body tingled at the touch of her soft skin and the wonderful sensation of her large breasts smooshing into my chest.
"Hmm, you're looking okay, but you could probably stand to lose a couple pounds." Mom said, inspecting me after we broke apart from our hug. She was always the brutally honest type.
"Seems like you've lost a few yourself. You look fantastic, wow." I said, feeling awkward about saying that to my mom and even more awkward about openly scanning her luscious body from head to toe.
"Aw, you sweet thing. I've been running on the beach nearly every day and cutting back on the ice cream. Crazy how easy it is to get into shape when you live in a place like this."
She raised her arms up to the air and spun around, showing off her new figure, which was apparent even underneath her loose floral patterned sundress.
"Damn, mom. She really look hot..." I said, unable to hold that adjective back. A moment of awkward silence ensued after I realized I'd just called my mom "hot" to her face. She smiled coyly, sort of looked to the ground, and blushed a bit. We must have stood for almost a minute without saying anything until a flock of pelicans flew by.
"That's one of my favorite things about living here on the Island. Watching the pelicans." Mom said, looking to the sky and watching the birds fly together, about six of them, in a perfectly straight line. "Speaking of feathered creatures, I'm making chicken tonight and thinking of doing tacos. You up for that?"
"Sounds good." I replied. I was happy those pelicans had flown by, or else we might have been standing outside for hours in awkwardness.
"Well alright. Grab your stuff and let's go."
"I really appreciate you letting me stay here, mom."
"Don't mention it, shug. Although don't lull yourself into thinking this is a free ride. I've got a heap of stuff around the house that needs fixing. And I fully expect you to be opening jars and carrying shopping bags."
"Not a problem, ma'am." I said, tipping my cowboy hat to her. We both laughed and I gathered my bags and followed her inside, into the building's frosty air con and waiting elevator car.
Mom lived on the top floor in an immaculate apartment. It had shiny hardwood floors, freshly painted white walls decked out in family photos (though none w/dad) and local artwork featuring sand dunes, palm trees, and cacti. A 50 inch plasma screen TV hung on the wall of the living room in front of a big U-shaped leather couch, and to the right of the living room was a spacious walk-in kitchen with a big island in the middle and all sorts of high tech cooking gadgets and appliances. The place was just like my mom, first class.
"You know where everything is. Just make yourself at home." Mom cried out from the kitchen as I dragged my bags into the guest room.
I could be very at home here, I thought to myself. The house I'd shared with my ex was pretty decent, but nothing like this. Mom really had done well for herself. Looking out the guest room window, which had a spectacular view of the Gulf of Mexico, I saw swaying palm trees, seagulls swooping down into the water, and anglers hoisting reels. Being only late morning, the sun was still glittering and sparkling off the water, the way it only does early in the day. The water was calm, too, and tranquil, nary a wave. I really could get used to living here, I thought again.
Staring out at the Gulf, I started to feel calm and tranquil myself. The water to me was like a metaphor for life, sometimes it's wavy and stormy and sometimes it's peaceful, like now. Best to enjoy the times it's calm. I decided to make the most of my stay here and to enjoy it as much as possible and not beat myself up anymore over my recent misfortunes.
After I unpacked my stuff, I came back out to the living room and noticed mom wasn't in the kitchen anymore. She'd left a note on the fridge saying she needed to run some errands and that dinner'd be at 7PM. I went out and spent the rest of the day driving around the Island and mozied up to Port Aransas, too, where I hung out on the beach, watching the waves pick up and crash to the shore.
As I sat on a bench overlooking the Gulf, vivid thoughts began criss-crossing through my mind, thoughts about my mom. Sexual thoughts. The first I'd had in quite a while. I just couldn't take my mind off how damn good she looked now. That bronze skin, her shapely figure, almost only a silhouette underneath her sundress, but still so visible, so sleek, so curvy in all the right ways. I envisioned myself under her, in her bed, her dress hiked up, her riding me reverse cowgirl as I choked at her hips and bucked my pelvis back at her.
The recurring visions I was having of her were so concurrently arousing and disturbing that I had to stop by a beachside bar and slam down a couple cold Coronas to cool myself down and put my mind at ease. I started to think that maybe coming down here wasn't such a good idea. Fortunately I ran into an old high school pal at the bar. We caught up on old times and watched the Astros game for a bit, which helped take my mind off things.
When I got back home, it was around 630PM and mom'd already finished dinner. She'd gone the taco route, and the tacos were flanked by tomato and pepper salad, nachos, and re-fried beans. She'd also opened a bottle of expensive Texas Merlot from a winery a cousin of ours runs.
"Howdy there, shug. Kick off your boots, wash up, and help me set the table." Mom yelled out from the kitchen, as I walked in through the front door.
"Sure thing." I replied. I felt uncomfortable seeing her after thinking about having sex with her all afternoon. So I went into the bathroom, slapped some cold water on my face, did my best to return my thoughts to baseball, and went back out there and had the table set up in seconds flat.
Dinner was delicious. As we ate we made small talk, but the conversation turned more serious when the subject of love and dating arose. Seems my mom hadn't dated at all since her divorce.
"It's just so hard to find a man at my age. Most are married or confirmed bachelors just looking for a quick one, or total jerks. I even joined an online dating service, which was a total disaster. You should have seen some of the responses I got there. What a bunch of creeps..."
"I think dating's hard at any age."
"No, trust me, the older you get, the harder it is. I remember back in high school, before your dad and I got together, there'd always be a handsome young stud waiting. Now they're all married or turned into beached whales."
The wine we'd been drinking had started to give me a nice buzz. I don't know what it is about wine. I can kill a sixer of cold ones and not feel much, but wine gets right to me. And soon I started talking and words just started flying out of my mouth.
"Mom, you're a beautiful woman. I've always thought so. I mean, hey, I'd date you."
Mom's facial expression turned from relaxed to noticeably uneasy.
"That's sweet of you to say, but..."
"Nah, I'm serious. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're really sexy. And cool too..." I told my mom, in a dead serious tone, looking her intently in the eyes, unflinchingly. The drinks were definitely coursing through my veins now, and my cock started to harden a bit. I reached my hand across the table and cupped it over hers.
Mom sat silent, her gaze down toward the table. I think she found it unbelievable that her son was talking to her in such a way. A thick tension fogged the air, and all of a sudden I felt embarrassed about what I'd said to her and how I'd said it. I suddenly realized that I was sitting here kind of buzzed and hitting on my own mom.
"You shouldn't say things like that to me, or look at me like that." Mom replied, snatching her hand away from mine, before getting up, picking up her plate, and walking briskly over to the kitchen.
"Sorry..." I muttered, now totally feeling like an asshole. Mom dumped her plates in the sink and disappeared into her room for the rest of the night. I cleared the rest of the table and washed the dishes, then sat for a while on the balcony outside the living room, watching the dark water lap up at the shore, drinking tequila straight from the bottle, and feeling like shit for basically coming onto my mom like that. I thought that she thought I was probably just as bad as the creeps she'd met on the Internet.
Next morning I woke up early and gathered my things, figuring I should probably go. Mom was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee, and reading the paper. When she saw me emerge from my room, head hung low, carrying a suitcase, she sprung to her feet, startled.
"What are you doing?" She inquired, hands on her hips.
"I'm going. I guess it's best after last night." I said, barely even able to look at her as I spoke.
"No, don't go. I want you to stay. You'd had a few drinks. I know you didn't mean what you said."
I have a thing about honesty, especially with my mom. I can't lie. Even though in this situation I probably should have, I just couldn't. Something just took over me that sort of gave all my inhibitions a shot of anesthesia, and words again starting flying out of my mouth.
"See, that's the thing. I can't lie to you, mom. I did mean it. You're a beautiful woman. I guess I really would date you. Be with you like that... I've always thought you were cute. I used to even have a crush you, and yesterday that crush sorta came back..."
She paused like she'd lost her breath, turned her head, and looked out the window. Her expression again shifted, briefly to aghast, but then to inquisitive.
"You'd really want to be with me? A woman 14 years older? Who's also your mother?" She said, still staring out the window.
"I guess I would. I know it's wrong, but I can't help feeling this way. Truth is, I kind of see you more as my friend than my mom nowadays..."
I figured since the cat was not only out of the bag but also clawing at the furniture, I might as well continue. Probably wasn't much to lose at this point.
"You could be like a friend with benefits. I mean, you said you wanted a man around the house."
"I didn't exactly mean like that..." Mom said, putting her hand over her mouth and laughing a little.
"I'm sorry, mom. It's just how I feel. I'm attracted to you, always have been, but never more so than now. Yesterday, I just started having all these thoughts... And when you were talking about dating and guys, I don't know, things came out. Alcohol sometimes does that to me. Makes me say things without thinking. Things I regret saying. Listen, I know it's crazy, but it's how I feel. You're just... really hot. And though I kinda regret saying what I said, it's true, all true. I'm sorry if me saying all this and feeling this way has hurt you. I really am... But look, I should probably go before this gets any more difficult for us both."
Mom didn't reply and kept staring out the window, so I took her silence as my cue to leave. I was halfway to the door when she yelled out, "No, don't go!"
Her voice lowered in decibels and she continued, "I thought about it a lot last night, what you said, after I went back to my room. I didn't think you were serious, but then I thought about, well, what if you were... You know I also feel like we're more friends than anything now. I really enjoy our talks and chats on Facebook. You're a lot of fun, a great drinking buddy. To be perfectly honest, I... guess... I kind of like you, too, like in a more than a son way. I don't know, maybe we can... be friends... and maybe... do a few things..."
"Yeah?" I asked, in disbelief, not having expected such a response.
"Yeah... But I don't think I could... go all the way..." Mom replied, with puppy dog eyes and a lip curled, sensuous but somewhat hesitant facial expression I'd never seen on her before.
I put down my bag and walked closer to her.
"Okay. So what do we do now?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't done this before..."
"Well how you'd have me? Am I adopted?"
"Haha, smartass. I mean, this..."
"I know what you mean. I'm just teasing. But seriously, do you want to go out for drinks or dinner or something?"
"You actually want to date?"
"I don't know. Isn't that what people do?"
"I think having known you for 24 years negates the whole 'getting to know each other' thing. Let's keep it simple."
"Okay..." I said, approaching my mom, who was walking backwards, looping around me, now herself moving toward the front door.
"Look, I've got stuff to do at the office today. I'll be home for dinner, which you're going to make tonight. We'll talk about it this later."
"Fine by me."
Just as mom reached for the doorknob, I basically sprinted over to her, grabbed her by her wide-ish, breeding hips, and brought her to me.
We stood, for a couple seconds, with our faces only inches apart. Her warm breath touched my face in gentle pulses. We made intense eye contact like never before, and I leaned in, kissed her on the lips, and pushed my tongue in, poking it at hers gently. My cock instantly hardened and ground into her pussy mound, the warmth of which I could feel through her tight fitting white jean cut offs. Lowering my hands down to her firm, ample asscheeks, I clutched and caressed them, which made me feel like I was on the verge of coming, right then and there.
Unfortunately mom only poked her tongue back at mine just a touch before quickly breaking away from me, basically shoving me off her, and spinning around so fast I thought she might get whiplash.
"I'll see you later, shug..." She muttered as she bolted out the door, slamming it behind it her.
For the rest of the morning, all I thought about was our kiss and how much fun it was groping her, finally getting to touch her thick, juicy ass, an ass I'd thought about touching many, many times, and any guilt I'd had about my feelings toward her totally vanished, at least for the time being.
I went into her room and looked through her panty drawer, pleased to discover a few thongs, but somewhat disappointed that mostly it seemed she wore large, granny panties. One pair of granny panties, although obviously not that sexy, was made from the softest silk type material I'd ever felt, and I laid back in her bed, lowered my cargo shorts, and jerked off with and into them, as I thought pushing her up against the front door and fucking her from behind, her voluptuous asschecks cushioning my hungry, animalistic thrusts.
I can't even remember what I did that afternoon. And by early evening I was so entranced by the now realistic prospect of actually getting to fuck around with my mom that I couldn't even think about what to have for dinner, so I just ordered a pizza.
She came home earlier than I'd expected, only minutes after the pizza arrived.
"So this is the dinner you made? After the taco extravaganza I slaved over last night?"
"Sorry, mom. I guess I had my mind elsewhere today."
"It's okay." She said, in a motherly tone, as she gave me a very unmotherly look.
"Come here." I said, making a traffic guard, move forward motion to her with my hands.
She dropped her handbag on the coffee table, smiled, came forward, and we hugged. And during our hug, I caught a whiff of her shampoo, which had sort of a honey scent to it. I tried to lean in to kiss her, but she broke away from me too fast and sat down to the table.
"I'm hungry." She said, nervously. "Let's eat."
"Alright." I replied.
As we ate, we didn't say a word. Until my mom suddenly looked up from her pizza, breaking the silence.
"So you think you can handle this?"
"I think so. You?"
"I don't know. I just wonder it'll be like afterwards."
"I've got no idea."
"How are we even supposed to do it?"
"I could think of a lot of ways..."
"Yeah, I'm sure you could. But I mean are we just gonna run into the bedroom and..."
"That seems like it'd be a good start."
"I'd kind of like to do something romantic. But... I'm feeling too awkward about this to be romantic. I'm not sure this all is a good idea."
"We don't have to rush into anything, mom... Hey, I've got an idea. Let's go skinny dipping!"
"On the beach. There's never anyone out there past 6. It's still plenty warm. Bet the water's nice."
"Are you for real?"
"Yeah, why not? When was the last time you went skinny dipping?"
"Actually, also never. Let's try it. Together."
Mom paused for about a minute, staring out the window, then turned her head over to me and said, "OK!" enthusiastically and rushed up from the table over to her room.
"Where are you going?!" I yelled out.
"To put my bathing suit on!"
"Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of skinny dipping?!"
"Hey, I'm not going out there naked! At least not through the building!"
"Okay then, put on your bathing suit. I'll get mine on."
I heard mom slam the door to her room, so I also rushed over to my room, tearing off all my clothes in a heartbeat, and changing into my swimming trunks/flip flops. Thinking about it, she probably was right, it wouldn't be too great for the neighbors to see us, mom and son, waltzing around the lobby naked. Perhaps I was in too much of a hurry to get her clothes off, but I couldn't help it. Still, I figured I should be more careful, so as not to ruin any chance I might have at maybe "doing something" with her.
In all my experiences with women, I've found they usually take longer to prepare to exit the house, for just about anything, so I wasn't surprised when I got out into the living room and found my mom absent. I called out to her and she shouted back from her room that she'd be down in a few minutes and to head to the beach without her. So I flung my towel over my shoulder, and headed out the door, all by my lonesome.
When I got down to the beach, I was relieved to see no one out there. Though it's usually empty at night, I couldn't help but worry some idiot might be out having a leisurely stroll, unwittingly waging a war to spoil my fun with mom. But there was not a soul in sight. Just a pale, half sliced moon, and a few ships way off in the distance, their little lights blinking into the vast empty darkness of the night draped Gulf.
Scanning around one last time to make sure the coast was clear, I paced up to the water, hoisted down my trunks, slid off my flip flops, and walked right in. Though it was a rather steamy and muggy evening, the water still felt slightly cold upon its initial touch, especially when it slapped up against my exposed balls, though once the shock of its chill subsided, it really felt nice and relaxing.
Once up to my neck in the water, I swam around a bit, doing my best Michael Phelps imitation, though I didn't want to wear myself out too much, so I took it easy. Then I peered out toward the condominium and saw mom emerge. She was wrapped in a white towel and had a look of trepidation on her face.
"Come on in, mom, the water's lovely!" I yelled out.
She didn't answer, walked up closer to the edge of the tide, and stopped, just standing there.
"Don't tell me you're chickening out!" I yelled, feeling bold now, for some reason.
"There's not an ounce of chicken in me, shug, other than what I ate today!" She shot back, dropping the towel. She was unfortunately still wearing her bathing suit, a large one piece black one, that covered far too much of her body.
"What's with the bathing suit?" I inquired, trudging through the soft waves, closer to the shore.
"I don't know..."
"I'm in here in my birthday suit. Why don't you change into yours..."
"It's..." She stopped, let out a loud sigh, and continued, "It's not that easy, in front of a young man, especially one that's... that's you..."
"Mom, you know how I feel about you. You know I think you're a beautiful woman. You've got nothing to hide. Just slip off that suit and jump in here with me. It'll be fun."
"I'm not sure I should..."
"Come oooon! Live a little..."
She paused again, looked away for a few seconds, and then looked back in my direction.
"Fine. Just close your eyes."
"Close your eyes! Or I'm marching right back inside!"
"Okay. Whatever works for you..." I said, figuring I should take it slow. I definitely didn't feel like closing my eyes, but I also didn't want to spoil my chances. I put my hands over my eyes for about ten seconds, then took them off. Mom was now standing on the shore naked, but holding her right arm over her breasts and using her left hand to shield her nether region. Though she was obscuring what I wanted to see most, just seeing so much of her skin turned me on. A lot. I popped instant wood and had trouble formulating words. She wasn't saying anything either.
"Jump in." I finally managed to say, my voice cracking a tad.
She didn't verbally reply, but began to walk forward, and as her feet splashed into the foaming edge of the water, she stunned me by dropping both her defensive arms. For the first time ever, I saw my mom naked, and what a sight it was. Her pussy was bald, shaved completely, and her breasts, wow, her breasts were of perfectly cyclical dimensions, melon-sized, firm and perky, and standing straight up, flying high in the steamy, salty Gulf breezes. And I could tell she aroused, too, as her silver dollar sized nipples were swelled up rock solid. Hard as my cock already was, I swear it grew another inch.
Noticing me in awe, drooling, jaw dropped to the ocean floor, she dove into the water, submerging herself, swimming away from me, toward a nearby jetty. I followed after her, beginning to feel like a lion in the jungle, stalking prey.
Approaching closer to her, I splashed some water in her direction. She was having none of it.
"Stop that!" She hissed at me.
"What are you fixing to do to me if I don't?" I asked, only about a foot away from her. I swear I could feel the electrical current of her body heat through the water.
"Don't make me punish you..." She said, though not sounding too authoritative.
"I might like you punishing me..."
"No, I don't think you would."
"Maybe you could ground me. I'd have to stay home with you all weekend."
"Hmmm, the way you're behaving, I think you'd like that way too much."
"I think I would..." I was now standing in the water only a few inches from mom. She took a couple steps backwards and leaned up against the rocks of the jetty, facing me.
"Let's play around a bit, mom." I said, grabbing hold of both her arms.
"I don't know if I'm ready yet." She said, trying to twist her arms away from me.
Needless to say, I was much stronger than her and pinned her arms back against the rocks. I inched closer to her, feeling the firm softness of her breasts press up against my chest. The tip of my hard cock pricked her shaven mound, sending shockwaves of pleasure rushing through my whole body. Leaning my face to hers, I kissed her on the lips, but she twisted her head away the second our lips touched.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't... know..." She whimpered.
"Come on... Just a couple kisses... Slap and a tickle... Why not?" I pleaded, in a soft, patient tone.
"I can't..." She replied, her face still turned away from me.
I'm not sure what came over me. I probably should have turned away, right then and there, but instead I ground my body closer to hers, pushed my slippery lower body in between her legs, and began rubbing the shaft of my erect member up and down, all along the crease of her outer pussy lips. They felt so warm and moist. And as soon as I started doing this, mom let out a couple whimpering moans and stopped fighting my grip of her arms.
"Oh my God, shug, please don't do that..." She interjected during another series of moans, much louder ones than the first set.
"I can't stop." I whispered into her ear.
"No..." She muttered, before beginning to grind her hips. "Ohh, God, just don't put it in."
"Okay..." I promised and kept on rubbing away, my cock buried deep in her pussy lips. I could feel her clit hardening, tickling at the tip of my cock.
Mom's moans increased in volume, and she began slowly grinding her entire lower body in rhythm with mine, mashing her hot pussy lips deeper into my cock. The excitement of her finally relenting and wholeheartedly joining our moonlit dance was too much for me to withstand. I knew I had to take it to the next level.
"I'm going to fuck you." I told her, commandingly.
"No... Don't..." She mumbled, her eyes shut, her head facing downwards.
"I'm..." I started to mutter when she either angled her body differently, I just shoved it in, or it just slipped it by accident, but, regardless, however it happened, somehow my cock stabbed straight into my mother's pussy, sliding in seamlessly, her pussy's warm and surprising tightness sending a swarm of tingles throughout my entire being. And once my cock got in, both of us froze, neither of us really knowing how to react after we each let out a couple initial moans.
Mom's eyes bulged, and she stared down into the water, at our privates locked in unholy union, then looked back up at me, and tears welled up in her eyes. Gasping, closing her eyes, she buried her face into my right deltoid, crying softly. I let go of her arms, wrapped my arms around her lower back, and hugged her towards me and she hugged back. I thought for a second of pulling out, because of the guilt and shame I felt from not only having put my cock inside my mom, but also having made her cry.
However, my hormones took over. I couldn't stop. I whispered into mom's ear that I love her and began stroking my cock inside her pussy slowly.
"Oh no... Oh..." Mom kept moaning and mumbling. But as I began to fuck her, she too broke her paralysis, and again matched my rhythm, her body moving in complete contradiction to her words. She hugged me tight and kept her face buried the whole time and I kissed at her neck and sniffed at the scent of her shampoo. Soon I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder.
She wrapped her legs around my lower back and buttocks and I felt her pussy wet up dramatically, indicating she might be having an orgasm. Which is exactly what I did only a few minutes later, when I came harder than I can ever remember, shooting a seemingly never-ending load deep inside her.
After coming, I pulled out, and mom picked her head up off me, released her arms from around me, and shoved me away.
"What is with you?!" She yelled, wiping away tears, and splashing through the water, back to the shore, hurriedly wrapping herself in a towel, and storming back into the building.
"Mom, wait!" I called, suddenly feeling like a total jerk for what I'd just done.
I swam back out to the shore, put my trunks on, and went back up to the condo. When I got up there, mom's door was closed and locked. I knocked on it a couple times to no answer, so I figured I might as well go to bed myself, though I had trouble sleeping, since I obviously had a lot on my mind, and I took a sleeping pill to put me out. As the gentle pharmaceutical tugged me away to the Sandman, I tried to think of what I should do or say tomorrow morning, when I had to face mom.
The morning made its arrival known by a flock of seagulls flying near my window, squawking loudly. Looking over at the clock, I saw it was 9 something and assumed mom would probably be at work. After quickly relieving myself in the bathroom, I walked out to the kitchen, and saw mom in there, washing dishes.
We exchanged awkward glances, and I thought about going back to my room because I felt so guilty and ashamed of myself for what we'd done last night. Mostly I felt disgusted with myself for kind of forcing myself on her. It was painful to even look at her at this point. However, I knew I had to man up and talk to her, so I stood my ground.
"Mom, I'm sorry about what happened last night."
She sighed, put down the dish towel, and turned to me, with a sullen expression and said, "It's okay. You're a horny young man. It was my fault for letting the situation get out of control."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't. I... Liked it. Very much... It's just not... simple. I've got a lot of conflicting emotions about it all. But I'm not mad at you..."
"Well I'm glad you're not mad and that I didn't hurt you. And you know, I... definitely liked it too."
"I know you did."
"So what do we do now?"
"I'm not sure..."
"I guess since we've already done it, we could do it again."
"You really are a horny young man, shug..."
"Is that a 'yes?'"
Mom didn't answer, just rolled her eyes, and laughed to herself. I was happy to see her smiling again.
"No, seriously, mom. I think we should do it now."
"Yeah. Practice makes perfect."
"Oh, does it?"
"That's right, ma'am. I'm sorry, but I reckon I'm going to have to fuck you again."
"Oh no, you're not!"
"Oh yes, I am."
"Not right now you aren't!"
"Right now, I am."
I approached mom, who'd picked up a spatula and was waving it at me, as she backed away from the sink.
"Stop playing around! I have to go to work soon."
"Come on, mom. We need to fuck. It's not right that we leave things off the way we did last night."
"No! We can talk about this later. I have to be out the door in a few..."
And before she could complete her sentence, I bumrushed her, and yanked her white bathrobe's belt, pulling it open. The robe parted, revealing her entirely naked body underneath.
"You're out of control!" She barked out, before I pushed her backwards, to the kitchen table, picked her up and sat her atop it.
I spread apart her legs and unearthed my swollen cock from the slit of my boxers, then plunged it up inside her steaming hot pussy. The second I did so, she cried out in pleasure and dropped the spatula to the kitchen floor. Holding up her soft smooth legs by the back of her thighs, near her kneecaps, I began slowly stroking, then soon slamming my cock into her at a rapid clip.
Last night, probably because of the shock and awkwardness of the whole experience, I didn't completely comprehend what a tight pussy my mom has, but now I definitely was realizing it, as her vaginal muscles squeezed at my cock in a most pleasurable manner.
"Damn, mom, your pussy is so good. It's so tight." I whispered through her curly blond hair, into her ear.
Mom didn't answer. She just kept her eyes closed tightly and was moaning heavily. While I noticed her wipe away an occasional tear, she was definitely much more relaxed and into it this time around.
Overall, our second fuck wasn't as electric as our first, but it was more primal. We French kissed almost the whole time and I sucked on her tits and she grabbed onto my buttocks, clenching them, using them to thrust me deeper and harder inside her. We rocked the table so much that a couple plates fell off, shattering loudly on the floor, but in the throes of passion, we paid no mind. We even came in unison, as her pussy moistened heavily, causing her vaginal passageway to heat up and lubricate exponentially, causing me to succumb and come hard into her, almost losing my equilibrium and collapsing to the floor as I did so.
Afterwards, we kissed for a minute and hugged, catching our breaths. I withdrew my cock and mom stepped down from the table, went back to her room, took a quick shower, and got dressed. When she came back out, she saw me sitting down at the kitchen table, still trying to compose myself. The spatula, some broken dishes, an overturned fruit basket, and pages from the morning paper were scattered about the floor, along with a small white pool of a certain type of bodily fluid near the foot of the table.
"I expect this mess to be cleaned up by the time I get home tonight. And I also expect for dinner to be ready and for it not to be pizza."
"No problem, mom. Have a nice day at work."
"Thanks, shug. You have a nice day yourself. Really is good to have a man around the house again." She said, before pecking me on the lips, and heading out the door.