Mom and Son find incestuous love in Padre Island.
The following is a sequel to my story "Skinny Dipping with Mom." Thank you to everyone here who's taken the time to read, email, comment and/or offer feedback on my stories.
After mom left for work, I cleaned up the kitchen, sat and ate breakfast.
During breakfast, I couldn't help but think that, damn, I'd had sex with my mom. My own mother. I'd actually put my penis inside her. I couldn't believe it. My own mother. I'd fucked her. I'd actually fucked her. Not just once, but twice.
The realization of it hit like a ton of bricks. Then I started to worry. We'd fucked without a condom. What if I got her pregnant? She wasn't that old, my mom, she probably could still get pregnant. What if I'd knocked her up? What would we do then?
I wanted to talk to someone. But who could I turn to? None of my friends would believe me. Any shrink I talked to would probably try to send me to a psych ward. I suddenly felt alone and confused. My thoughts raced...
So... So what now? What do we do? Where would mom and I's relationship go? Would we date casually or would it get serious? Could it get serious? Could you have a serious romantic relationship with your mother?
And what if we did? What if we did have a serious relationship? How would it work? We couldn't stay here, could we? What could we do?
Maybe... Maybe we could sneak off, run away to another country, like somewhere romantic in Europe, somewhere around the Mediterranean. Maybe get married.
I thought of us as husband and wife, traveling the world. Us in France, strolling the streets of Paris, hand in hand, sitting in cafes, drinking espresso out of tiny cups, eating fancy cheese, drinking wine and fucking in the afternoons. I saw us there.
We could do that, couldn't we? Sure, we'd have to change our names, take new identities, but we could do it...
If mom was indeed pregnant, I'd have to marry her. And knew I'd certainly make a better husband to her than dad ever was. That much I knew for sure.
Getting up from the table, I did my best to compose myself, loaded my dishes into the machine, and slapped some cold water on my face. I poured a dash of whiskey into my coffee and wished mom was there so I could talk to her about everything.
At that particular moment in time, there was no one in the world I wanted to see or talk to more than her.
The rest of the day I thought about mom and did housework, cleaning and scrubbing everything and I searched for jobs online. I cooked some pasta, too, late afternoon, so it would be ready for mom when she came back.
Finally, at 5:30, she got home. She looked tired. And pissed.
"Hey mom..." I said, meeting her at the door, my arms outstretched, ready to hug and kiss her hello.
"Don't you 'hey' me!" She snapped back, in a hostile tone.
"What's wrong?" I inquired, confused about her sudden change in demeanor from this morning to now.
"I've been thinking about what happened last night and this morning, too. And I'm not comfortable with it at all. I'm not comfortable with this..."
"Look, I'm sorry, mom, about last night. I just got carried away in the moment."
"Sorry is something you say about breaking a vase. It doesn't cut it when you basically date rape your mother! You acted like an out of control, horny 8th grader! This morning too! Though I'm probably just as much to blame for that one..."
"Well I don't know what to say... I feel bad. I wanted to have sex with you, mom. You're beautiful. When you were naked around me, I just lost it. I guess part of it was because it'd been a while since I'd, you know... Listen, what can I do? What can I do, mom? What can I do to make it better? To make it up to you?"
"I don't know right now. I think this whole thing, and especially my irresponsible actions this morning were totally wrong. I think they need to stop."
"No, please, no, mom. I love you. I want to be with you. There's nothing wrong with what we did. We were both lonely. We both are lonely. We're friends. We're grown up. Why not?"
"I just have a terrible feeling about the whole thing. We need to stop it. We can't ever do it again. No more."
"Is it about getting pregnant? Because I have to admit, I'm worried about that, too. We weren't exactly safe..."
"No, I'm still on the pill."
"You are? I thought you hadn't been with anyone since dad?"
"I haven't. I take it for other reasons. It keeps my monthly visitor regular, and, wait, why am I elaborating on this? It's beside the point. No more! And if you try to get too frisky again, you're out on the street!"
"But if you get naked in front of me again, it'd be hard..."
My quip and unintentional pun lightened the mood. We both laughed and I stepped forward and hugged her. She kind of cowered away but reluctantly hugged back. After we broke apart, she looked me in the eyes.
"I'm not saying it wasn't good. I just don't think it's right, what we've been doing. I don't feel comfortable with it. And I don't think we should ever mention it again, to each other, or to anyone. Christ Almighty, we're in Texas! They'd probably have us on Death Row in Huntsville if it ever reached the cops. This has to be our secret and our secret alone and can never, ever happen again."
It choked me up when I thought about it, but I guessed she was right. Besides the obvious problems with it, being where we were, the cops probably wouldn't take too kindly to me fucking my mom in the Gulf or in her kitchen or anywhere, really.
We probably should call it off, I figured, even though I definitely didn't want that.
"You're gonna be a great catch for whatever girl you finally settle down with." Mom said, cupping her hands on my face.
"Thanks, mom. I love you." I told her and noticed she was tearing up a bit. We hugged again, this time for longer, and then broke apart.
"I still need a man around here, though, just not in that way..." She told me, sniveling and wiping her runny nose with her hand.
"I'll get some tissues." I told her, spinning 180 degrees and cutting toward the living room.
"It's alright. I'll go take a shower and we'll eat." She said, her voice trailing off as she dashed away to her bedroom.
It was a lot to take in, what had just happened. My mom had sort of dumped me. But was it really dumping me?
I mean, she had a point, if anyone ever found out... But I wondered if maybe someone already had. We were loud this morning and any nosy neighbor could have easily glanced out the window last night and seen us frolicking in the water.
Though I had just been thinking she was right in wanting to call it off, the more it sunk in, the more the finality of that sunk in, the more I felt like I didn't want that. I really, really didn't want that.
And did she? I mean, hey, she didn't kick me out of the house. And she was open to some sort of physical relationship earlier. And she did have sex with me this morning. Perhaps there was a chance. I'd have to be slick about it, though. I couldn't come on to her too hard or I'd ruin it. Plus I might get thrown out of the house.
No, I had to play it cool and see what materialized. Maybe I'd again be having sex with her, or, better yet, have her as my girlfriend, because my profound disappointment in her breaking it off with me really began to enlighten me to the fact that that's what I wanted. Her to be mine. Not just in bed, but as my friend, partner, and lover.
I then realized what I probably had suppressed for a long time. I was in love. With my mom.
The next two weeks flew by pretty quickly. I'd taken some part time work tending bar in Port Aransas and was doing all the housework, basically being mom's butler. But it was okay. I was glad to help her out. Plus I was getting free room and board and now saving some cash with my bar gig. Things were going okay.
I wasn't seeing mom a lot because she'd been busy working. But when I did see her, there was still a strong sexual tension between us. We'd usually hug when we saw each other, kiss hello, or even cuddle sometimes watching TV, but all that seemed to be over since those two days we'd had sex. Now, whenever I saw her, she kept her distance.
But I could still see something in her eyes. I could tell that she longed for me, like I longed for her. And she still flirted with me and would giggle at all my jokes and shoot me furtive glances. And I think she knew I was glancing back at her and that she got off on it.
For instance, one night, she came out of her room for a late night snack, wearing only a T-shirt, but with no sweatpants on, like she usually wore. Her shirt wasn't that long and only reached down to the tip of her pelvis, exposing all, and I mean all, of her white lacy cotton thong.
And it wasn't like she didn't know I was around. I was in the living room watching TV. She knew she'd walk by me on her way to the kitchen.
As she walked by she said hello with a girlish giggle. I was flat out stunned and could do nothing other than stare down at her lovely, panty covered pussy. And, as she passed, of course I checked out her ass, in all its glory, which, in that thong, looked so voluptuous, tight and firm, so picturesque, like two big balloons with a small string in between them.
She shocked me further by opening up the fridge and bending over completely to get something out of a lower compartment. Her nearly bare ass waved around high in the air, almost triumphantly.
For a woman who said she didn't want to have sex with me anymore, she sure had a funny way of going about that.
My cock stiffened and I watched her every move. I was especially aroused to see her taking out a piece of cake, dipping her finger into the icing and then sucking the icing off it. If she'd stared at me while sucking the icing, I might have lost control and just ran over and stuck it in her again.
But I held back. Perhaps she was tired and didn't realize what she was doing. Or maybe she was teasing me and getting off on it. I don't know. But after she took her cake back into her room, smiling and giggling at me as she passed, I went into my room and beat off furiously to the thought of smearing that cake all over mom's ass and tits, licking it off her, and fucking her right there on the kitchen floor.
And this started to become her routine, prancing around the house, in only a shirt and panties. And I knew she knew it drove me crazy, seeing her like this. But she kept doing it. Pretty much every night and even sometimes in the day if she was home.
I'd beat off practically every time afterward and did all I could from not pouncing on her like a lion in the Serengeti. Either she was teasing me or testing me. I couldn't figure out which, but her not-so-subtle actions gave me hope that someday I might be able to really fuck her again and not just have to beat off thinking about it.
I guess with her looks it shouldn't have been surprising that a gentleman caller would soon enter into the equation. And he did. An associate of hers, a Mr. Ted Beneck.
Mom had told me that she'd be going out with someone for dinner that night, and, though I thought I might be jealous, I wasn't. I figured maybe it was good for her to go out with someone. It was probably healthier for her than getting mauled and constantly ogled by her horny son.
Though when Ted showed up that night, to our door with a bouquet of roses, I wasn't exactly thrilled, and an all-encompassing rush of jealous rage quickly overtook me, in an awesome wave.
It wasn't just that he'd shown up to take out my mom, my love interest, the last woman I'd had sex with, so I guess, sort of my ex-girlfriend. No, it was that Ted looked like a total douchebag. I couldn't believe my mom wanted to go out with him.
He was nearly fifty, tall, slim, and had a terrible comb-over that was kinda slicked back. His bad, orange spray-on tan was horrific, and his teeth were far too white. He wore a light gray suit that was probably expensive but was way over-starched and he had a shiny gold Rolex with diamonds all over it.
He also had on several gold and diamond rings and around his neck was a somewhat large platinum necklace with an enormous crucifix dangling from it.
He looked like a reject from the Sopranos, not like a guy who should be taking my beloved mother out for a date.
"How you doing, kid. Ted Beneck." He said, as I opened the door and laid distraught eyes on him. His calling me "kid" annoyed me even more than his appearance.
"Howdy..." I mustered, begrudgingly. I thought about telling him to please leave and that if he had sex with my mother, I might never be able to have sex with her again.
"So, what a place. Your mother is first class, kid." He said, stepping inside, and extending out his hand for a shake. His breath smelled overly minty. His cologne or aftershave was strong and nauseating.
I shook his hand and his grip was way too firm, almost crushing my fingers. I'm not a fan of weak shakes, either, but a firm shake like that, one that hurts, is probably worse.
I broke the shake as fast as I could. Then the douchebag started to make small talk with me, bragging about how many millions he's done in sales, outpacing everyone in his office.
Fortunately mom came out soon enough after his grand entrance that I didn't have to listen to him for too long. I might have killed him otherwise.
And when mom did come out, wow, did she ever make a grand entrance herself. Her hair was down and teased and she had on black stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, and a tight one-piece black mini. Plus she'd done up her makeup and painted her cheeks a ruby red and her eyes a stunning baby blue.
Sexy enough, too, were her black nail polish and lipstick. It gave her a dangerous, almost goth-type look I'd never seen on her, but it fucking turned me on like crazy.
Ted and I both were floored. Neither of us could really say anything. We just stared.
"Soooo, how do I look?" Mom asked, biting her lower lip, seeming slightly unsure.
"Awesome!" said Ted.
"Hot, way hot..." I said.
Ted looked over at me with a curious expression. I don't think he'd expected me to say that to my mom.
"Thanks, suge..." Mom said seductively, staring at me and not Ted, making Ted seem even more confused.
"So, uh, I'll have her home by her bedtime." Ted said uncomfortably, breaking up mom and me's stare down.
He handed her the roses and she took them in her hands and sniffed them.
"Aw, how sweet..." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
"See ya, later. Don't wait up..." She said to me, putting the roses down on the table, and taking Ted by the arm and walking him out the door. The douchebag shot me a devilish grin and wink before leaving, making me want to punch him in the face even more.
I couldn't believe my mom was going out with such an asshole. The thought of her on a date with him drove me nuts. And, worse yet, the way she dressed made me terrified of the fact that she was probably going to have sex with him tonight.
Then that unpleasant image stuck in my mind. Ted fucking my mom. That asshole putting his dick in my mother. Putting his dick where I'd put mine. Putting his dick in the place that I'd been fantasizing about putting mine in again for weeks, non-stop.
That shithead. That smarmy shithead, fucking my mother. I was aghast at the thought of him becoming her boyfriend, or, worse yet, my stepfather. Though it kind of turned me on to think of maybe having the chance to fuck my mom behind his back. Or, even better, to have him walk in on me and my mom fucking, in their bed or something. I'd love to see the look on his orange face.
I also wondered what he'd say or think if he knew that I'd fucked my mom, twice. I wonder if he'd try to kill me or would call the police. I could see him calling the police, the asshole. He was probably a pussy like that.
Once they left, I sat on the couch in the living room, watched some stupid show on TV, and swirled down quite a lot of tequila; trying to do anything I could to take my mind off it. But, not too much later, mom came home, slamming the door behind her. She was alone.
"Hey mom, how'd the, uh, dinner go?" I asked, standing up and meeting her over in the doorway. I could tell it hadn't gone well by the look on her face.
"Horrible. I don't know what I was thinking. Like I said, it seems every guy my age is either married or a total asshole. Turns out Ted was both."
"What?" I exclaimed, though not really surprised at either admission.
"Yup. We bumped into his wife at the restaurant, out with her gal pals."
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope, he wasn't even slick enough to take me to a restaurant out of the way, where he wouldn't see his wife!"
"But isn't he an associate of yours? Didn't you know him?"
"Not too well. Only met him a couple times. He said he was divorced, but, trust me, he's not. His wife saw him and slapped him. So did I right after her."
"Didn't you see a ring?"
"I saw a bunch of gaudy big gold rings on his fingers. I guess one of them was a big gaudy wedding ring."
"I don't know what I even saw in him. I guess figured worse came to worst he'd be a good connection for business. But I don't need him. I do quite well on my own, as you can see..." She said, waving her arms around at her luxurious Gulfside condo.
"No, I think I went out with him more as a rebound. To get over you." She said, with puppy dog eyes staring right into the inner depths of my soul.
I didn't know what to say and was kind of drunk. I just stood there, even though it would have been a great time to make a pass at her. Here she was lonely, sad, and pissed off after a bad date. It was a perfect time to pounce. But I just stood there, saying nothing.
"Smells like you been having fun tonight, suge." She said, smelling how bad I reeked of alcohol, from several feet away, even.
"Just had a few drinks. Sorta needed them tonight." I replied nervously.
"And why's that?" She inquired with a smile.
"Was sort of jealous..."
"I don't know."
"Must have been jealous of something..."
"Then what was it?"
"I don't know if I should say."
"And why not?"
"It might get me in trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Getting kicked out of this apartment trouble."
Mom shook her head, rubbed her forehead with her hand, and sighed.
"Why do things have to be so complicated?" She asked.
"I don't know. But they do, I guess." I replied.
"I don't want to think about it tonight. I just had an awful date and need some of whatever you're drinking. Let me get out of these clothes and we can slam back a few. What'd ya say?"
The thought of her getting out of those clothes sounded even better, though. And I admired her beautiful, full ass, in that tight mini, as it shook and swayed down the hallway into her bedroom. I pictured her in her bedroom, getting naked and it made me hard. I went over to the couch where I'd been sitting and threw down another shot to cool me off.
Mom came back out a few minutes later, wearing only a T-shirt and panties. This time they were black lace and not thong but close as they probably only covered a fraction of her meaty butt. She went into the kitchen and came back out with two glasses full of ice cubes.
Then she sat down beside me and crossed her legs. She still had on her makeup.
"Why do men have to be such dang pigs?" She asked, pouring herself a tall glass of tequila, straight, on the rocks.
"I don't know. Maybe we're wired to be." I replied, pouring a glass for myself.
"Even you, usually so sweet. But then you went wild on me that night, in the water... How could you do that? Attack your mom like that? Didn't it make you think twice, that I was your mom? How come you had sex with me? Especially like that..."
"You're my mom, but you're also a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who happened to be naked right in front of me. Sure it was bad what I did, but how come you didn't scream out 'no' or make it clear you wanted me to stop?"
"I did tell you 'no!' Several times in fact!"
"But you didn't push me away. You were caressing my shoulders and grinding into me. You locked your legs around my waist... That didn't exactly give me the impression you wanted me to stop. And how come you got naked in front of me in the first place? You jumped naked into the water with me, at night. How could you do that and expect nothing to happen?"
"You want to know the truth..."
"Yes, I do..."
"I did it because I wanted to have sex with you! That's why! There! I said it! I wrapped my legs around you and caressed your shoulders because I loved feeling you inside me. I wanted you to do that. I hoped you would do that. It just happened so fast. And afterward I felt so guilty and horrible about it, like I was the worst mother ever, that I did that with my baby. I thought I was going to Hell."
Mom stopped, took a deep breath, and continued.
"How do you think it made me feel? Wanting to have sex with my son? Getting naked in front of him? Skinny dipping? And how do you think it made me feel when you rushed me and just stuck it in? I wanted it, okay, I admit that, but you were just too fast and not gentlemanly at all about the whole thing."
"I'm sorry, mom. I really am. I know you said sorry doesn't cut it, but there's nothing else I can say. And why didn't we have this conversation earlier? And how come you had sex with me, consensually, totally, the next morning, then came home from work and turned on me? I don't understand."
"I don't either. I... I don't know. It just happened. But when I had a chance to think over that night in the water, I got upset. I almost decided to throw you out of the apartment and disown you."
"I'm sorry, mom. I really am. Really. Can you please accept my apology?"
"I can. I do. I forgive you. And I have to take some blame in the whole thing too. It wasn't only your fault."
"So where do we go from here, mom?"
"I don't know."
"Since we're being frank and honest, I'll admit that I wasn't too thrilled with you going out with that Sopranos cast reject from earlier."
"I know you weren't. I could see it in your face!"
"You deserve better than that."
"Do you have any potential mates in mind? Because it's slim pickins around here, suge."
"I do have someone..."
She took a big swig off her drink and smiled, looked away for a minute, out the window, at the Gulf's evening tide waves lapping peacefully at the shore. Then she turned her beautiful painted face back to me, smiled, and asked "Would this someone be you?"
"Listen, I love you. But you're way too young for me. And you're my son."
"I don't care if I'm your son. I love you. In more than one way. I want to be your boyfriend. Hell, I was thinking that if you were pregnant, I'd even marry you."
"Really? That's so sweet. And so na?ve."
"Na?ve? How? I'm serious!"
"How are we gonna get married? My name is on your birth certificate, as your mother!"
"We could change our names, move to another country, whatever. We could figure out a way..."
"No. No way. We're never getting married."
"Then what can we do? You want me. I know you do. You told even told me. And you're sitting in front of me, in only a T-shirt and panties, your juicy thighs fully exposed. And you've been doing this like every day, too. Prancing around here in your unmentionables. Don't think I haven't noticed, because I have! Why are you doing this to me, mom? You're driving me insane! You're way too damn beautiful..."
Mom smiled coyly and peered away again. Then she took another big swig and looked back at me, smiling.
"So you wanna be my date tonight?"
"Gotta say that I do..."
"You really want to date this old lady?"
"You're not old, mom. Only 16 years older than me. It's not a big deal. Besides, you look way younger than you are. And you're really, really hot. Probably the hottest woman I've slept with."
"Ah, you're good at saying sweet things, suge. But you've got a lot to learn about women."
"Then teach me."
"Hmm, I think instead of a date, we need to have a little lesson tonight."
"So you'll be my teacher?"
"Something like that. A little homeschooling."
"Like Sex Ed 101?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Let's take it slow. This is confusing enough as is. We can play around tonight, but tonight it's only tonight. I don't know about anything after this. And we are not going to rush into anything. Okay?"
"You sure you can handle it?"
"I think so. Can you, mom?"
"I don't know. But I wanna try. Because I'm lonely, had a terrible date, am half naked and half drunk and am sitting next to a handsome young man. I don't wanna be alone tonight. I wanna play around a bit."
"Then let's play. I'm game..."
Mom took another depth breath, exhaled, and gulped down a long sip from her glass. She put a hand on my bicep and rubbed it lightly.
"Listen, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're a terrible kisser."
"Am I? I never had a complaint."
"That's probably because you've only kissed girls. You've never kissed a woman, I bet."
"I kissed you, didn't I?"
"Yup, you did. And you did it badly. So tonight we're gonna work on that."
"Yup. Now come here."
Mom took me into her arms. It felt so good to be back in her arms again. They were so warm and soft and inviting. She drew me into her embrace and I felt her big boobs smash up against my chest. It felt like heaven. Instinctively, I went in for a kiss. But she cocked her head to the side.
"Not too fast. First I gotta tell you what you're doing wrong."
"What am I doing wrong?"
"You're just shoving your tongue into mine, like you're trying to choke me with it. You need to be gentle, playful, let the girl lead..."
"Or the woman..."
"Yup, this woman tonight. Here, I'll show you..."
Mom touched her lips to mine, gently and gave me a prolonged peck.
"See, you've gotta start slow. Smooch and peck a little, then build up."
I took her advice and pecked her back, locking my lips to hers for a few seconds. Then I repeated a couple times, each time letting my lips linger on hers for a little longer.
"Mmm, you're doing well so far, suge. Now let's move forward and French. Remember to be gentle."
"Don't call me 'mom' right now." She snickered and brought her lips back to mine.
We locked lips again, but this time I cautiously slipped my tongue in between her wet, moist lips. I could taste her lipstick. It was tangy and sweet. Moving my tongue in, I lightly as possible touched it to hers with a couple tender dabs. Mom then broke apart our kiss.
"You're being too light. Gimmie something in between that and what you did last time. Try again."
More aggressively I planted my lips to hers and slowly but surely inserted my tongue. This time I pushed it to hers but with restraint so it wasn't too hard. Mom's tongue met mine friendly and she flicked the tip of her tongue playfully at mine, in perpendicular and horizontal movements. Then she curled her tongue to mine and twirled it around for a second.
Suddenly I saw what she had in mind by letting the woman lead. This "lesson" was rapidly turning into the best kissing session I'd ever had. Not just because it was with my mom, but because of her immense talent at kissing.
Seriously, our kiss just exploded and she started making motions and doing things with her tongue to my tongue that I never imagined possible.
We must have kissed non-stop for a good five minutes. When we broke apart, we both wiped our mouths and were both at a loss for words. And we both had trouble making eye contact with one another.
"Wow, damn, that was, wow. Mom, sorry, sorry for calling you, but, it's just, wow, that was..." I rambled pointlessly.
"You're a quick learner..." She mercifully interrupted.
"Naw, I've just got a damn fine teacher. Damn fine in every way. Can we do that again?"
"How about now?"
I dove back into her and tried to contain myself and not revert to my old bad kissing ways. I again let her take the lead but copied some of her twirling and flicking motions and we went back and forth, me copying her moves and her still showing me new ones.
During our previous kiss I'd been holding her in my arms and massaging her back. But during our second kiss, I got bolder, and moved one of my hands down to her legs and started rubbing on her velvety, juicy thighs. They were so smooth and plump. Such a perfect size. Mom had those thick but not fat type of thighs I just loved.
Mom didn't protest as I moved my hand up her thighs, higher and higher and pretty soon my hand was near her pussy, the heat of which I could feel. I so wanted to grab and fondle it, but, as soon as I got too close, mom terminated our kiss and blocked me.
"What did I say about not moving too fast?" She said breathily, though it was evident she was slightly perturbed.
"Sorry. I don't want to rush you."
"Don't think that because you're turning into such a good kisser that you can take it all the way on the first date."
"So this is a date now?"
"Well, I guess. You did pass the lesson. With an A plus."
"So what do I get for being such a good student?"
"What do you want?"
"I want you."
"What do you want to do to me?"
"I want to have sex with you."
"Really? With me?"
"Yes, with you."
"With your mom?"
"Yeah, why not? I did already. Twice."
"I know... But still, I'm your mom..."
"Then don't be my mom right now. Be my date... And let me have sex with you."
"God, this is so wrong. We're going to Hell."
"Naw, I think we're in heaven. I think you've got the passport to heaven between your legs."
"That was cheesy..."
"I guess it was, wasn't it?"
"Don't say that again."
"I won't. But seriously, come on, let's... Let's have sex. You could teach me about that, too..."
"I probably could."
"Please, mom. Let's do it."
She looked away, out the window again, and looked down at the ground, then drew her eyes to my pants, which contained a huge bulge.
"I don't know if I can. It's so bad. And I mean, it is our first date, right? What kind of girl puts out on the first date? Are you gonna respect me afterward if I do?"
"It's not our first date, though, is it? Isn't it kind of our third?"
"I wouldn't call those dates, exactly..." She said with a smirk and giggle.
"Then let's take it slow. Like you said. How about you take off your shirt. Slowly, of course."
"And why should I do that?"
"So I can see your beautiful breasts."
"I'd just feel, so strange. So strange taking it off in front of you."
"Then turn around and take it off."
Mom paused and thought for a second. Then she turned around on the couch, faced the other way, and pulled off her shirt quickly. Then she turned back to me, with her arms crossed over her breasts, covering them.
"Happy?" She asked, not able to make eye contact.
"And why not? I took off my shirt!"
"But your boobs are still covered."
"You want to see them?"
"I don't think I can just show them to you..."
"Please. They're beautiful. I want to see them."
"You really do, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"I think they're too big."
"No! Not at all. They're amazing."
"I can't just show them to you, though. Just take them out like I'm some stripper."
"Then don't. Don't just take them out. Reveal them slowly."
Mom smiled. She knew I was catching on to what she wanted, and I think she admired my patience and persistence.
"Promise not to jump me?"
"Okay. I promise to sit still and be a good boy."
"You never were a good boy."
"I'll try to be one now."
Mom smirked and shook her head a bit. Then she closed her eyes and slowly let her boobs fall out of her arms. They really were amazing. Big, round, high and perky, with pointy nipples that hardened quickly in the cool air-conditioned room.
"Oh yeah." I replied, entranced, staring down at her breasts.
"Now you've gotta do something for me."
"Take off your shirt. It'd make me feel more comfortable about being without mine."
"Okay." I replied, ripping it right off. Though mom didn't see. Her eyes were still closed.
Maybe taking advantage of the situation, I took off my pants, too, and sat down next to her, close to her, our bare knees touching. I was now wearing only my boxers.
"Can I touch them?" I asked.
"Can I touch your chest?" Mom asked me back.
"Sounds like a fair trade." I replied.
Mom, still with her eyes closed, grabbed onto my pecs, cupping and massaging them. I, in turn, took her breasts into my hands and felt all around them and tickled at her hard nipples, which seemed to make them even harder.
"Ooh, I like that." Mom said, probably in regards to the nipple touching.
"Can I suck on them?" I asked, knowing I was probably pushing my luck.
"No, that's too far."
"No. I can't let you do that..."
"Just for a minute? Please? I'll stop if you want me to."
"Only for a minute? And nothing more?"
"Okay, just don't get carried away."
I moved in and took her left tit in my mouth and sucked on it lightly at first. Mom moaned in pleasure. I sucked it a little harder, but mom tapped me on the head. I thought she was going to tell me to stop.
"Don't suck it so hard. I like it soft."
I conceded to her request and lightened up. Sucking and nibbling on her hard nipple tenderly. It felt like paradise with her boob in my mouth.
Mom had been rubbing on my head with her hands while I sucked her tit, but she surprised me and moved one of her hands downwards, from the gape of my neck, tracing down my chest, not stopping until she reached my cock. Then she petted and rubbed on it delicately.
Taking this as a cue, I pulled down my boxers and let my hardness spring out into the air. Mom gently pushed me off her boob and removed her hand from my cock and took a look down at it, opening her eyes for the first time in quite a while.
"You think so?"
"Yeah," she said, not making eye contact, just staring down at my cock. "It's a perfect size, not too big and not too small."
"Thanks for giving it to me..." I cooed and ran my hand through her hair.
"I guess I did sort of give it to you, didn't I?" She laughingly replied.
"Sure did. Now you can have it back, if you want it..."
"I already took it. Twice, remember?"
"Let's make it three times."
"I don't know... I don't know if I can do that."
"Then maybe we can play a bit more."
"Like what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I showed you mine. So why don't you show me yours?"
"That might lead to something, though."
"Please... I just want to see it. I want to look at it. To touch it. You touch mine and I'll touch yours. I think it's a perfect idea for a third date. It's a fair trade, you know. Maybe you can give me some lessons there, too."
Mom paused and sighed. Then abruptly stood up and left the room for a couple minutes. I didn't know what was going on and was worried I'd gone too far. But then, from back in her bedroom, I heard her shout to me.
I didn't hear exactly what she said, but walked briskly into her bedroom, naked, holding my erect cock in hand, stroking it in anticipation. Mom was in bed, underneath the covers.
"Come here. It's more comfortable. And turn off the light." She said, the covers pulled up over nearly her entire face.
I complied, flicked off the light, and crept into her bed, underneath the covers. Her presence had warmed up the bed so nicely.
Once the light was off and I was in bed, mom turned into a totally different person. She flung herself at me and began kissing me intensely. Then she grabbed my cock and didn't just play with it, she jerked me off.
I returned the favor and went straight for her pussy, starting with her clit, which felt enlarged. I flicked at it gently and then moved downwards and got my middle and index fingers in between her lips, then up into her hole. It was warm, wet, and tight.
It only took about a minute of fingering mom before she broke our kiss and began moaning loudly. Her body shook. Her pussy wetted. I think she'd had an orgasm.
She pushed my hand out of her pussy and then dove down and swallowed my cock into her mouth. Sucking on only the tip at first, but taking a little more in with each bob of her head, until she was soon enough deep throating it.
I held onto her soft hair as her hot and wet slick mouth vacuumed over me. She sucked it so well that I thought I might cum instantly but didn't. She must have sucked me off for about five minutes until she stopped and lay down next to me.
I climbed atop her and got between her legs, my cock mere inches from her pussy. I could feel her pussy's heat.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm not sure, mom. What should I do?"
"Don't call me 'mom' right now."
"Okay, well, what should I do then?"
"Do I really need to explain it to you?"
"No, you don't."
With that, I stuck the tip of my cock inside her. It slid in quickly. Her pussy was tight but soaking wet. I pushed only the tip in and out for just a couple seconds, to see what reaction I got.
"Uhhh, ooh, oh God, ooh, it's too fast. Stop..." Mom moaned and said to me. So I pulled out.
"You sure?" I said, disappointed but not wanting to push her or upset her again.
"No, I'm not." She replied and she started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I'll stop. Don't cry." I said and felt bad for having hurt her again.
"It's okay... Just maybe, maybe don't put it all the way in. Just the tip..."
"Ok. I love you." I replied and stuck the tip of my cock back into her and slowly worked it.
"I love you too." She said. "Ooh, I love you..." She moaned and repeated, again and again.
I fucked her with the tip for about a minute, but instinctively, I pushed it farther in, about half way. I thought mom might be mad, but she didn't stop me, and her moaning picked up.
"Oh, oh, oh God, oh, I love you..." She kept moaning, louder now that I was plunging into her deeper.
"I love you..." I replied to her. Then I couldn't help myself any longer. I shoved it all the way in and started to pump it. Hard. I was now fucking my mom. Full throttle.
"Oh god, oh no, oh no..." She screamed so loud I worried the neighbors might hear. I stopped and withdrew for a second to see if she was okay.
"Is it okay?" I asked, again wary of what had happened before.
"No, it's not..." She replied, her body trembling, tears still running down her cheeks.
"Should I stop?"
She didn't answer and just lay there. After maybe ten seconds she turned her head to the side and said: "Don't... Don't stop."
I knew it was finally okay. She just wanted to know I would stop if asked. That I respected her. And I did. I loved her. She wasn't just some whore to fuck. She was my mom. And I loved her. Kissing her, playing around with her, fucking her, it was different. Different with her than with anyone else. It was beautiful and pure in a way I'd never known.
As she lay there in front of me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I wanted nothing else, nothing other than her. I'd marry her eventually, I thought. Maybe she'd even have my baby. She was mine. Now and forever mine.
I lowered down, kissed her on the lips, with just the small pecks she'd shown me earlier. Then I slipped my cock back inside her warm, wet and smooth opening, all the way in, and grabbed onto her fleshy thighs and started to fuck her again, hard.
"No, slow, take it slow. I like it slow..." She muttered.
And so I slowed down my pace, fucking her with more calculated, passionate thrusts. And I realized I preferred it like this, too. I felt the warmth of her pussy more, doing it slow.
And I noticed her pussy contracting and tightening up around my cock, the more deliberately I moved. It just felt so good, too, the way her pussy was reacting.
For the first time, I felt like I was really having sex, making love even, and not just fucking. And it was incredible.
Mom moaned and whispered in my ear: "Slow, like that. Just like that."
"Slow, just like that. This is way better. You're right. You're such a good teacher..." I replied and dipped inside for another few minutes before I couldn't handle anymore and came hard, shooting my load right up inside her.
My load blasting up inside her must have gotten her off, too, because she dug her nails into my back, clutched her legs tighter around my waist, quivered and screamed out in pleasure as she came herself, her pussy soaking the bed, our juices mixing together.
I kept going for a little after coming, because my cock was so hard- and because I didn't want to stop. Finally it softened and I kissed mom again, just like she taught me. It was a long kiss, too, and she again did stuff with her tongue I'd never imagined possible.
When I withdrew, I lay next to her and she held onto my hand.
"So, what next?" Mom asked as she wiped back a couple tears from her cheeks with her free hand.
"I don't know. Still want a man around the house?"
"Yeah, I could use one. For a lot of things."
"Then you've got one. Forever, if you want."
"Yeah, let's get married."
"Yeah. Let's do it. Be my wife."
"I don't think any church will marry us..."
"Then we won't get married in a church. We'll get married right here. Right now."
"Seriously. Be with me forever, mom. I love you. I don't want anyone but you. We're not too far apart in age. We can be together. We can make it work. Let's be married."
"Okay. I'll marry you."
"Then that's that."
"Then that's that."
"May I kiss the bride?"
And we kissed for what seemed like hours and had sex again and again in every position and in every part of the apartment. We even snuck out to the beach again and did it there. And she taught me many, many things about sex, too, taking me to places I never thought possible.
Eventually, in bed one night, we decided a proper honeymoon was in order.
Our destination was decided when mom came home from work with a pair of airline tickets.
"Ever been to Hong Kong?"
"Mom, you know I've never even left Texas."
"Well, I got these free first class plane tickets to Hong Kong from a client. Vouchers for a five star hotel, too. Wanna go? Might be a nice honeymoon, what'd ya think?"