MY MOTHER.............(could this be love season 3)

Episode 1 really not getting replies.......not happi... I t was a sunny and warm May afternoon as I sat staring out the window, trapped in my senior chemistry class with little hope of sneaking out early. Only one week of school remaining and then I'll be free. Graduation! I’ve looked forward to this day for … well since I can remember, and it’s almost here. I just have to get through finals, and while I am a pretty good student, it has been difficult, if not impossible of late keeping my mind on studies. It seems I am daydreaming more and more. Mostly dreaming about how I am going to spend my last summer before I head off to college. But I’m also thinking about my mom. I wonder how she is going to get along without me. I’ve been the man of the house since my dad left almost five years ago and now I will be leaving her too. The thought is so depressing that it has nearly ruined my excitement over the end of twelve long years of school. Sure, Mom says she’ll be fine. She always says that. But I know how much she depends on me. Although she is still young at 37 (I was born when she was 19) and, if I say so myself “hot”, she doesn’t date or have a man around, other than me, to fix things and take care of the car and such. Keeping the house running is my job and I don’t mind the responsibility. In fact, I love it. She and I have a very special relationship and are very close—we are more like friends than mother and son. We have leaned on each other exclusively over the past few years; through my adolescence crises and her more important adult concerns … like how we were going to pay the bills. When Dad ran off with his secretary, he left us nothing, and even worse, Mom was emotionally crushed and for a long time I hated him for that. He burst my bubble of a happy family and hurt my mom terribly. But I don’t hate him anymore. His leaving is the reason my mother and I grew so close. Since he’s been gone, I’ve made sure she didn’t miss him. At least in all the ways a young boy can act as the man of the house. I learned to fix things, helped with finances by getting a part time job to pay for clothes and minor school expenses, and just being there when she needed someone’s shoulder to cry on. And she did plenty of that. I have a couple of shirts on which she shed her tears and, although I should throw them out, they are still in my closet as a reminder that I never want to hurt her like that. Oh, and yes I’m just a little embarrassed to say that I also have a couple pair of her panties hidden in my dresser that I stole from the hamper. As I said, my mother is hot, and if you haven’t guessed already, I have a major crush on her. She is gorgeous and not just because I say so. All of my buddies say she is by far the hottest and coolest mom of any they know. She’s about five-six with large round eyes that change from an aqua blue to sky blue depending on the outfit she is wearing, and they twinkle like stars. She keeps her dyed red hair at shoulder length and curled under stylishly. Her figure is perfect, but I will tell you more about that in a moment. At 37 she easily passes for her late 20’s. Some say we could pass for brother and sister; and of course she loves it when I tell her that. On her 37th birthday I surprised her with a birthstone ring and necklace. She had no idea that I was getting her anything, but I had saved up my extra spending money—seven hundred dollars—and spent it all. I know she liked the necklace and ring because she said so when we saw it at a jewelry store at the mall one afternoon. I worked hard to save up the money and purchasing the ring and necklace was probably the most exciting moment of my life up to that time. I had it specially wrapped at the store in pretty paper with a red bow. When I gave it too her she began to cry. For a moment I thought I had made a big mistake. But her tears were tears of joy. She said I shouldn’t have spent so much money but she loved it and loved me. That statement alone made it all worth it. She said she was going to wear the ring always. I was surprised when she put it on her left ring finger where she used to wear a wedding band. That was special to me as well. I guess it is time to admit that I have been fantasizing about my mom a lot lately. Recently I actually got the nerve to spy on her. I had resisted the incredible sexual hormones raging in me until I accidentally saw her undressing in her bedroom. I went to her room to ask if she needed anything before I went to bed. Her door was opened just a crack. Before I could knock, I saw her standing near her vanity. I had seen her in her nightgowns and such and she had seen me in my underwear plenty of times, but this was the first time I had seen her totally naked. I still have the image of her slim waist and tapered hips with the smooth perfect white skin of her ass burned into my memory bank. I don’t think I have ever seen a more perfect ass. When she bent over to pick up her panties my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I realized that I could see the lips of her pussy between her slightly spread thighs. And, incredibly, she didn’t have a speck of pubic hair, none—baby smooth. The inner lips were pale pink and hung between the smooth shaven outer lips like the delicate petals of a rose … a gorgeous pink rose with the petals shimmering with morning dew. The outer lips were puffy flesh colored mounds and seemed to strain to contain her longer inner lips. I watched with mounting guilt and excitement as she sat down and began to sensuously rub cream on her large but still firm breasts. She rubbed the cream over the upper portion of her breasts and then moved down, pausing to work it into the impossibly hard nipples until they were shiny and slick. Then she poured more onto her hands and placed the palms under the two large orbs and lifted and kneaded the flesh. I thought I heard a sigh of pleasure, but it might have come from my own lips. I stood transfixed, my eyes as wide as saucers as I watched her. This might sound naive coming from an eighteen year old boy, but it was at that moment that I knew that I loved my mother; but not like a son. I also realized that no woman would ever entirely take her place in my heart. I know some would say it is just adolescent fantasy, or more specifically sexual fantasy, and that a lot of kids fantasize about their mothers or their high school teacher etc., but that wasn’t me. I never had a crush on a teacher, or any other older woman for that matter. I remember how excited I was that day; so excited that I had to take my swollen cock out of my pants or risk cumming in my underwear. I fought hard not to climax, not only because I felt guilty, but also because I wanted the chills of excitement running through me to last. I wanted to watch her forever. When she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cum hit the door so hard that I swore she heard the splat. My knees almost buckled as I fought to remain conscious. Of all the times I had masturbated in my life, and there have been plenty, this was by far the best one. It left me feeling drained and dizzy. When I opened my eyes I saw my mother sitting on her stool again, looking into the mirror with an odd smile on her face. I was petrified that she had seen me, so I scurried away like a roach in the kitchen when the lights come on. I felt very guilty for a long time about that night, but not guilty enough not to do it again and again. From that point on, I took every opportunity to spy on my mother. I took big risks too. I put a small strip of rubber on the frame of the bathroom and bedroom doors so that they wouldn’t shut all the way. She asked me many times to fix them, but somehow I never got around it. Then, almost every night I would slip down the dark hallway to watch as she undresses for her bath or sits at her vanity to perform her nightly ritual before she goes to bed. Sometimes, if I am very lucky, I see her doing naughty things, on the bed or in the bathtub. At that point I lose control and I stoke my cock with a pair of her panties until I climax. Did I say what gorgeous breasts she has? I know I would never grow tired of looking at those beautiful tits. Even when she is dressed I often find myself staring at them … so round and soft with a sexy giggle as she moves. Sometimes she catches me looking, but she never seems angry. More recently, when she sees me staring, she just shakes her head and smiles like she did when I was a little boy and got caught raiding the cookie jar. “Jerry Moss, can you finish the formula on the board for the rest of the class?” I was suddenly awakened from my daydream. “I … uh … I uh …” The teacher stared at me and waited. The rest of the class broke out in gales of laughter. My face turned three shades of red. “I wasn’t paying attention,” I admitted. “Well, at least you admit it. You had better listen up because this is going to be on the final,” Mr. Henson pointed out. “And that goes for the rest of you seniors.” To my great relief, that brought the still snickering students back around and took the focus off me. To. be cont.

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episode 2 A fter the final bell, I walked outside to feel the warmth of the late-spring sun on my face. There was a gentle breeze and several passing puffy white clouds cast a brief shadow across the sidewalk ... spring fever had me tightly in its grip. As I walked unhurriedly down the sidewalk I looked up. A wide smile came to my face when I saw my mother waiting at the curb for me. She was driving my old door-less and topless Jeep that she had helped me purchase for my eighteenth birthday. I had eyed that vehicle at old Mr. Jenkins used car lot for quite some time. It had sat there for months as I tried to save the two thousand dollars to buy it before someone else did. However, the present to my mom for her birthday had totally depleted my funds. When she said she would help me purchase it, I was so incredibly excited. I put in a lot of extra hours at the pizza joint, but without her help I could never have afforded it. Now I am the envy of all my friends. When I don’t take the Jeep to school—due to a shortage of gas money, Mom will drive it and thankfully fill the tank. She says driving the Jeep makes her feel young. Her car is a ten-year-old minivan she got before my dad left. Some days, like today, she comes to pick me up from school when she has a day off or can get off early from work. I never mind my mom showing up at school like some kids do. Most of them would be horrified if their parents came to school for any reason. Not me. I love for my friends to see my mom. I am so proud of her. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s smart too. When I was young she earned her teaching credentials and taught school for almost ten years. But Dad wanted her to be a “stay at home mom”, so she quit. I think she misses teaching a lot. Then when Dad left, she applied for a teaching job, but due to budget cuts at the state level, none were available. To make ends meet, she took a job at a large marketing firm as a low level administrative assistant. After only a couple years she became a senior marketing executive. She says that she was just in the right place at the right time, but I know better. She earned everything she has gotten. My mom has worked hard for her success, but she says dressing professionally, and just a little sexy, is important too. She does both in a stylish way. Under her business suits she wears pretty blouses with lace and frills and not the man-ish shirts that some businesswomen chose to wear. Some of Mom’s tops are cut low in front, exposing just a hint of her cleavage under the lace fringe. She said she wears those when she needs to make a good impression on some of her male clients. I know it works on me. And now here she was waiting at the curb for me. I waved to a couple of my guy friends, who happened to be staring at my mother, and rushed over and hopped into the passenger side of the Jeep. “How was school?” she asked. “Boring,” I replied as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I like kissing her on the lips. Her lips are always moist and she has started wearing lipstick with subtle flavors. Actually that’s how we first started kissing on the lips. She told me one day that she was wearing a new lipstick with flavor. I surprised her by kissing her on the lips to taste it. From then on we have always kissed on the lips, and when she has that lipstick on it is a game for me to guess the flavor. I guessed Strawberry today. “Nope,” she said just a tad flustered it seemed. “Let me try again.” Before she could protest I leaned close and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger on hers for a moment longer then the first time. She pulled away and said, “Jerry, not here. Your friends might see.” “I don’t care if they do.” “I do,” she said firmly, but I could see a twinkle in her eye. “All right, but you have to let me try again when we get home.” She didn’t answer, but instead changed the subject. “There’s only another week of school left. Are you ready for your finals?” “Yeah, I know this stuff. Besides, I could flunk the final in almost every class and still get a ‘B’.” “Well, don’t do anything that would jeopardize the scholarship.” “You know I wouldn’t do that.” She looked thoughtful and as if she didn’t hear me said, “I could probably scrape up enough to get you through for a couple of years, but I’d rather use that money for other things.” “Like that nice vacation you promised me if I got the scholarship?” I said, as if I needed to remind her. “That’s already set up and mostly paid for.” My ears perked up. “Paid for? Where are we going?” “That’s a surprise.” “Ah, Mom, come on, you can’t leave me hanging like this.” “Sorry, after finals.” “Damn,” I said, but smiled. She smiled back and my heart fluttered. I had been so excited to see her there to give me a ride home that I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. It was a warm day so she had on a pair of white short shorts that left most of her thighs uncovered. On top was a tight jersey that hugged her breasts like a second skin. She did have on a bra, but it was one of those natural ones that gave only a tad of support … she didn’t need any more than that. I could see her hard nipples poking through. I wondered if the kiss had caused that. It certainly wasn’t because the weather was cold. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have worn that outfit if she had to get out of the car for any reason. She apologized for her outfit and said she was working around the house and had been running late so she didn’t have time to change. I didn’t mind at all. She saw me staring at her hardened nipples and blushed before starting the Jeep and quickly pulling away from the curb. It was Friday and we typically rented a video and ordered pizza in. She had taken the day off and spent it lying in the warm sun adding to her already nice tan. She had been visiting a tanning salon for a few weeks so I figured our vacation was going to be somewhere with a beach and lots of sun. That was fine with me. We both like the sailing, skin diving, and snorkeling. “What are we going to rent tonight?” she asked. “We had a chick flick last week. I want something that has lots of shooting and things blowing up,” I replied with a laugh. Mom sighed. “Okay, but not another Bruce Willis thing.” “You know you love those movies,” I joked. “Well, the last one where he jumped off the bridge onto the wing of the jet fighter was a little over the top.” “You mean people don’t do that?” I said facetiously. “Not normal people.” “Okay, I’ll get something that’s not too violent. I’ll give you one of my famous foot massages while we watch,” I offered. “Mmmm,” she said. “It’s been too long since you last gave me a foot massage.” We stopped at Blockbuster and I picked up “The Bourne Supremacy.” A little less violent then the Bruce Willis movies, I figured. I had seen it at the theater a few months earlier. When we arrived home and walked into the house, I stopped my mother by grabbing her arm. She turned and looked at me with surprise. “Lipstick,” I said. She had forgotten. I hadn’t. I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. I was close enough that I could feel her soft breasts touch my chest. My heart began to pound as I tried to hold my breathing steady. Her lips were opened just a bit. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but in that time I moved my lips across hers, under the pretext of making sure I got a good taste of her lipstick. When I pulled back, I was almost trembling. When I looked at my mom, I saw that her eyes were closed. Her lips were open and I could see that she was breathing more rapidly. Her nipples were hard again. I suddenly wondered if my mother was feeling the same stirrings that I had been feeling for so long. That was too much to ask, I thought. “Raspberry,” I whispered, almost breathlessly. Mom opened her eyes as if she had forgotten what we were doing. Her face flushed as a pink blush came to her cheeks. She looked confused for a moment. “Uh … uh … nope, not raspberry.” “I guess I’ll have to try again later,” I said. I figured it would be going to far if I tried to kiss her again, as much as I wanted to at that moment. “Uh … yes,” she said, still a little flustered. “I have some things to do now.” “I’ll order the pizza at 6 and we’ll watch the movie at seven,” I said. “Okay,” she returned, taking a deep breath before turning and heading upstairs. We busied ourselves around the house for the next couple of hours. A while later I saw my mom pass my room on her way to take her bath. I waited a few minutes and then crept down the hall. I peeked into the bathroom from the darken hallway just in time to see her bend over to step into the steaming tub. I hadn’t seen her for a week or so and I was surprised to see how tanned she was. In fact, she was tanned all over. There were no bathing suit marks either upper or lower. I watched as she sat in the tub and washed, but I didn’t pull my cock out of my pants. I wanted to wait. Our Friday nights together were always fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. While nothing sexual had happened in the past, we typically sat close together and I would often put my arm over her shoulder and let her lean into me. That was enough to make me excited. We always kept the lights off, which gave me the protection to hide my seemingly ever- present erection. I broke away from watching my mother when I saw her look toward the door. I went to my room and took my shower and loaded the movie into the DVD player downstairs. The pizza was steaming and sitting on the coffee table, along with a bottle of chilled red wine, when my mother finally came down. She smiled when she saw the wine and two glasses. She usually let me have a couple glasses as long as I wasn’t going out afterward. I never went out after our Friday night movie. I had no interest in going out with the boys or even a girlfriend when I could spend the evening with my mother. I had on a pair of boxer shorts and no shirt. I often ran around in my underwear; after all they were almost like swim trunks anyway. Mom was wearing a robe and her hair was wet. I couldn’t tell if she had anything on underneath the robe. My imagination ran wild with the possibility that she was naked. “I had to wash my hair after being at the salon. It was all greasy. I need to dry it before we start watching the movie, okay?” “Sure. Let me do it,” I said, reaching for the blow dryer she had in her hand. “You don’t have to do that.” “I’d love to,” I said, quickly plugging the dryer into a wall outlet. “Here sit on the floor between my legs,” I said as I sat on the sofa and spread my legs. “Wow, this is special treatment.” “It is. So are you going to tell me where we are going on vacation?” My mother giggled and said, “Ah, so that’s what this is all about.” She reached over and poured two glasses of wine and sat back, handing me one. “I knew there was a method to your madness.” “Do you think I’m that shallow to resort to such trickery?” She turned and looked up at me with a smile and said, “Yes, you would.” I took a quick gulp of wine and sat the glass down on the coffee table. “Okay, you’re right,” I laughed. “Now tell me.” “Nope, after finals. And that’s final.” “Damn,” I said a second before I turned on the hair dryer. I began to blow dry her hair. I used one hand to fluff it up as I waggled the dryer over the back and then the top of her head. She leaned her head back so that her neck was touching the sofa between my legs as she sipped her wine. I squeezed my legs together until I was touching her arms on both sides. I could feel her warmth through the bathrobe. I could smell the fresh washed fragrance of her hair and the lavender soap she had used in her bath. The combination began to have an effect on me and I felt myself becoming excited. My cock began to grow down the leg of my shorts and was in an uncomfortable position. I wanted to reach down and move it, but there was no way to do that without her knowing. Then suddenly she adjusted the position of her head, pressing it against my trapped erection. I froze. “Mmmm,” she murmured, probably as a result of me running my fingers through her hair. “Maybe you should be a hairdresser,” she joked. I had to do something with my erection so I lifted her head and moved back a bit trying to get more comfortable. I almost sighed in relief as my erection flipped upward to a more natural position. I said, “If all my customers were as sexy as you I would.” Her response was a murmur of approval. I knew she liked it when I complimented her. Without a husband around she probably didn’t hear too many honest compliments. Certainly not at her highly competitive work environment where she said backstabbing and sabotage are the order of the day. As I worked on her hair, I glanced over her shoulder and saw that she was resting her nearly empty wine glass on her bare knee. The robe had slipped off her legs and had slid to the floor between them. I could see her thighs, all the way to the top of her hip. The sight of her tanned thighs was enough to keep my cock throbbing in my shorts. I could see goose bumps on her inner thigh as I put the dryer down and began to massage her head. I knew there was going to be a wet spot on the crotch of my underwear, but I was far too excited to worry about that. I reached over and filled her wine glass again. Before she could move I slipped my hands down to her shoulders and under the top of her robe to rub her neck. “Mmmm,” she murmured. I slowly worked my hands outward and under the robe until I could massage her shoulders. My hands moved back and forth, squeezing her soft and warm flesh, digging my fingers gently into indentation at the nape of her neck. “Oh, a hairdresser and masseur,” Mom said. “Only for you.” Without my mother realizing it, I began to push the robe outward until her shoulders were bare. The effect was to make the robe part down to the belt, which was tied around her waist. From her neck to the belt the robe was slightly open, revealing the soft swells of the inside of her breasts. If my mother realized what she was exposing, she gave no indication. I moved my hands sensuously across her shoulders, working hard to keep her attention from the opened robe. I knew if I pushed the robe just an inch more on one side or the other I would be able to see her nipple. With my heart pounding in my chest I pushed the right side further down with my little finger. It slipped from her shoulder and halfway down her arm. Oh God, there it is, I screamed in my head. I could see an areola of one nipple, but not the tip. The robe was hanging on her pencil eraser sized nipple. My hands were trembling as I waited for it to fall, continuing to work into her muscles with my fingers. My mother moved her shoulder as if she was getting a cramp. The robe slipped lower and suddenly the entire nipple was visible, including most of her breast. I thought I would climax right then. My head was spinning. Yes, I had seen her breasts plenty of times, but not this close. It was within reaching distance. Before I could do anything crazy my mother said, “Oops,” and casually pulled the robe back over her bared breast, but fortunately for me she left much of her cleavage exposed. When I regained control, I leaned over and turned my mother’s head toward me. My lips moved down quickly until they were touching hers. She must have been stunned because she allowed my lips to remain on hers for several seconds. I grew bold and pushed my tongue out and ran it across her lips, before sinking into her mouth a fraction of an inch. I felt my cock lurch and spit pre-cum juice into my shorts. Before she could protest, I pulled away and smacked my lips. “Hmmm, grape,” I said as if I had been tasting her lipstick. My mother looked startled and said, “I don’t have flavored lipstick on.” “Oh, I’m sorry, must have just been the wine on your lips” I said as I began to massage her shoulder again as if nothing had happened. “Our pizza has gotten cold,” she said and sat forward before quickly standing up. “I’ll put it in the microwave.” With that she poured herself another glass of wine before taking the pizza into the kitchen. I fell back on the sofa, my heart still thumping in my chest. My hand was shaking so much that I nearly spilled my wine as I brought it to my lips. I quickly downed the glass and poured another.

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Episode 3 W hen Mom came back with the pizza, she had composed herself. Her robe was tightened at the waist and her face had lost some of the flush. The pinkness remaining on her cheeks was probably due to the wine. She put the pizza on the coffee table and sat down. “I’ll get more wine,” I said as I stood up. Fortunately my erection had subsided somewhat. I picked up the nearly empty bottle. We normally only had one bottle on Friday nights. I quickly emptied the last into her glass and rushed off to the kitchen. When I returned she was eating a piece of pizza. I put the movie on and although there was plenty of room on the sofa, sat close to her with my thigh touching hers. “Oh, you spilled something on your shorts,” she said when she saw the dark stain on my underwear. My face turned red as I looked down. “Uh … yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen,” I lied. After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly, watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don’t know about my mother, but I was very much aware of her thigh touching mine. I could feel the scorching heat of her body against my leg. When I had eaten a couple of slices of pizza and refilled our glasses again, I scooted away from my mother. “Put your legs across mine and I’ll give you a foot massage,” I said. “You really want to know where we are going on vacation. But I’m not going to tell you,” she giggled, her words just a tad slurred. The wine was starting to affect her. I had completely forgotten about the vacation. It was the last thing on my mind at the moment. “Uh … yep, I do.” She lifted her legs, stuffing the robe between them, and placed them across my legs. “Wait,” I said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom and brought back her favorite skin cream … the stuff she always uses on her breasts. I sat back down and brought her feet to my lap again, placing the heels in my crotch. I poured cream onto the top of her foot. As we watched the movie, I began to rub the cream between her toes and cross the top and bottom of one foot. I continued to massage her foot for some time. When I looked at my mother, her eyes were closed and her face serene. Slowly I massaged one foot and then the other, moving her heels against my private parts. With a good half bottle of wine in me, I no longer cared to hide my erection. My stiff cock was lying directly under her heel now. As I massaged, I moved her foot back and forth, rubbing the heel up and down my shaft. Incredibly, when I paused to reach for my glass of wine, my mother’s foot continued to move back and forth without help from me. It was subtle, but quite noticeable. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was open and she seemed to be breathing faster. I took a gulp of wine and sat the glass down quickly. Instead of moving back to her feet, I began to massage the calf of her leg. “Mmmm, Jerry,” she said, almost in a moan. Pulling on her leg, I moved her foot higher on my stomach, forcing her legs open a bit. I strained my eyes to see between her thighs. The light just wasn’t good enough. The calf of her other leg was moving sensuously across my now very hard cock. I wondered if she realized what she was doing. Yet, even in my alcohol-fogged brain, I figured that she must have known what I was doing. I had to see between her legs. I adjusted my position on the sofa until I was closer to her with her thighs over mine. Boldly I pulled one leg further away from the other, moving my hand higher on her thigh as I did. Suddenly I could see the dark area between her thighs. I moved her leg slightly until the light from the TV brightened the dark area. I suppressed a gasp. I could see everything. She didn’t have panties on and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Even in the flickering light of the TV I could see that the inner lips were swollen and were covered with a sheen of glistening juice. My mother was excited … no doubt about it. With a slight moan she moved her legs together, shutting off my view. Undeterred, I began to massage her thighs, using a small amount of skin cream as lubricant. “Ohhhh,” my mother gasped as my left hand began to massage higher, gently working upward. Her head was back on the arm of the sofa and she was breathing heavily through her slightly opened mouth. The sexual tension in the dark room was strong enough to cut with a knife. My fingers slipped yet higher between her legs, kneading the soft and warm flesh inside her thighs, now only inches from her pussy. Taking an incredible risk, I reached into my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock from the opening. Then I pulled the calf of my mother’s leg to my cock. I heard her moan, but she didn’t pull away. Instead she began to gently move her calf back and forth across my erection as she had done before, but this time there was no material between her leg and my cock … just bare flesh. It was an incredible feeling, better than any wet dream I had ever had. I was almost out of my mind with excitement as I inched my fingers ever higher. The robe was opened almost to her crotch now. My head was spinning and my hands were shaking noticeably. I heard my mother whisper something. It sounded like “Jerry … no.” I chose to ignore it when I felt her thighs tremble under my hand. Suddenly the tips of my fingers were touching her pussy lips. Her body froze and her leg ceased moving. I couldn’t believe that I was touching my mother’s pussy. With the alcohol pulsing through my veins I grew bolder. With two trembling fingers I opened the inner lips, exposing her swollen clitoris. Although I had never actually had intercourse, I wasn’t a total novice. I had played with my girlfriends and used my fingers on them, but I had never seen anything like this. Her clit was huge. It looked like a miniature penis with a helmet covering the tiny shaft. It was quivering. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. My mother was moaning quietly now and her hips had begun to move up and down. Although I had never done it, I fought the sudden urge to try to kiss her pussy. I was certain that that would have ended whatever we were doing. Instead, I slowly slipped my middle finger into the warm and very wet opening. Her slick juices allowed my finger to move unimpeded. “Ohhhh, nooooo, Jerry,” my mother gasped, but did nothing to stop me. In fact her hips lifted upward and her legs parted, taking my finger deeply into her body. I had never felt anything so wonderful. Yes I had had my finger in a few girls, but nothing this hot, soft, or wet. It was incredible. The warm walls caressed my finger, almost sucking it into her body. When it was in as far as possible, I began to gently rub her throbbing clit with my thumb. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. Or was it “No, no, no.” Since her hips were now moving up and down to the movement of my finger I figured I could continue. Encouraged now, I slipped another finger inside and began to move them in and out more forcefully. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whispered. Then, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” The room suddenly filled with a sucking sound from my fingers moving in and out of her now flooding pussy. I could smell her excitement and it seemed that the room was beginning to spin. My eyes were wide as I stared at the juncture of my fingers and my mother’s pussy. She seemed tight, I thought, considering I had come from that opening eighteen years ago. The thought made my cock throb and it squirted more juice into my already sodden underwear. Suddenly my mother grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers deeply into her. Her hips lifted from the sofa and her body froze. Little whimpers slipped from her mouth as her body trembled. I could feel her pussy clinching on my fingers, as if it was trying to pull them into her body. I couldn’t believe that I was finger fucking my mother and that I was making her climax. With each grunt of pleasure more juice poured across my fingers and hand until they were soaked with her pussy juice. If I had any doubts that I loved my mother like a man and not a son, they evaporated in that instant. If I had touched my cock, it would have exploded. As my mother’s trembling slowed, I felt her pushing my hand away, assuming she wanted me to pull my fingers out. Instead, before my fingers were all the way out of her pussy, she pulled them back in, almost violently. Then pushed them out again. I quickly realized what she wanted and began to move my fingers in and out more forcefully. I moved my hand quickly, but I was ever aware that I didn’t want to hurt her. It didn’t take long before she was climaxing for the second time … or had it been one long climax. The squeezing inside her pussy had never stopped. She gasped and trembled, a continuous and plaintiff moan escaping her lips. The sweet aroma of her climaxing pussy made me dizzy with excitement. It took several minutes before my mother finally released my hand. Then her body collapsed like a deflated balloon. I looked at my hand and saw it shining with her copious pussy juice. The sticky fluid was covering my fingers and my palm and there was even some on the backside of my hand. I hated the thought of having to wash that hand. I was trembling with excitement, but I didn’t know what to do. I fell back on the sofa, still gasping for breath. Then I felt my mother’s foot on my cock again. I looked over at her and although she appeared to be asleep and was breathing normally, her foot was moving ever so slightly. I brought my hand down to the instep of her foot and rubbed her juices on my cock and then her foot. Then I gently grasped her foot, guiding it on my cock. Was she moving it, I wondered, or was it just motion from my pounding heart. Then I didn’t care anymore. I could feel my climax building. I held her foot to me, now moving it slowly upward and then downward. The throbbing started deep in my soul. It was such a strange feeling, almost frightening. The pulsing was slow at first, but grew rapidly. Wanting it to last, I fought to hold back. It was a losing battle. I began lifting my hips from the sofa. I muffled a scream as my cock suddenly throbbed and shot a huge string of hot cum into the air. I had no idea where it went nor did I care at the moment. Another blast followed quickly and then another, and another. It felt as though my balls were going to implode as every ounce of cum squirted up the shaft. When the last dribble was pumped out I fell back on the sofa. I turned to look at my mother and was relieved to see that she still had her eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping. Her foot was no longer moving … it had stopped at the last throb of my cock. I was a mess. My hand was covered in cum. It was on my leg and on the sofa as well. There was a good bit on the crown of my mother’s foot too. Feeling embarrassed I quickly grabbed some napkins and tried to clean up the mess I had made. Then I grabbed the pizza box and the remains of the wine and headed for the kitchen. I put the pizza and wine in the refrigerator. When I went back into the living room I was almost relieved to see that my mother was gone. I finished cleaning up and when upstairs. My mother’s door was closed. I went to bed and masturbated again before I fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Episode 4 Airtel network na die oooooo T he sunlight streaking through the blinds awoke me the following morning. When I sat up I realized that, in addition to my piss hardon, I had an incredible throbbing headache. It must have been the wine. Then I remembered what had happened last night. A sudden veil of dread washed over me and I fell back onto the pillow. I threw my hands to my face. What had I done? I thought. I might have destroyed the most important relationship in my life. I didn't think I could live with that. How was I going to face my mother? I knew that I had really screwed up this time. I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 9 a.m. I had gone to sleep at about 10 last night, so I had been asleep for almost 11 hours and yet I felt I could go back to sleep. I forced myself to get up and take a shower. When I was dressed I reluctantly went downstairs to face my mother. I knew I had to do it sooner or later. I had formulated this big apology, all about how I had drank too much wine, and how I would never do that again if she could forgive me. When I walked into the kitchen I found my mom washing out her coffee cup at the sink. I didn’t say anything as I sat at the kitchen counter. “Oh, you’re finally up, sleepyhead,” she said with a cheerful smile. That surprising smile brightened my day enormously. “Yeah, and I have one heck of a headache. I guess I drank too much wine last night,” I said, laying the groundwork for my apology. “Too much wine will do that. A good cup of coffee and a couple of Advil will help. Been there a few times myself.” I sat there stunned as she prepared me a cup of hot coffee as if nothing had happened last night. Yet, I knew it had. I could see her swollen and wet pussy every time I closed my eyes. It would have been a pleasnt image, but guilt forced me to try to banish it from my brain. My mother walked over and sat the cup of coffee on the counter and laid a couple of Advil’s next to it. “I’m going to go to the gym with Gail and then I have some shopping to do. After that I need to run to the cleaners,” she said. “What are you doing today?” I hadn’t noticed that my mother had on her exercise clothes. I don’t know how I missed it, because she looked great. Her legs were tanned and looked incredible in the tight shorts. I must have been staring because she said, “Earth to Jerry.” “Oh, sorry. As soon as this headache goes away I’m going to try and clean out the garage like I’ve been promising for a month. Then I’ll do a little studying.” “Sounds good. We can put some hamburgers on the grill tonight if you want.” “Great,” I said enthusiastically. My enthusiasm was more about my mother’s bubbly disposition then about the burgers. She seemed to have totally forgotten about last night. If she blamed me for any of it, it wasn’t apparent. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was such a surprise that I didn’t respond immediately. “Still can’t guess, huh?” I looked at her quizzically. Then it dawned on me. “Oh, the lipstick.” She must have had the same flavor on as she did yesterday. “Cherry.” “Finally, but now that you’ve guessed it I’ll have to try another flavor,” she said with a smile. “Well, got to cover up these exercise clothes or I might get arrested going into the gym.” As she turned and walked out of the room I stared at her creamy thighs and ass in her tight shorts. She looked back at me but didn’t say anything, just smiled. Her smile lit up the entire room. I would have given a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment. I smiled back and my heart started beating faster. God, how I loved her. It was so wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. I don’t think we really have control over who we love, it just happens. I knew that it was not normal to love your mother like this. What I felt was the tingling, heart racing, butterflies in the stomach, kind of love. Later that evening we sat close to one another on the back porch swing after eating, watching the sun go down. It was a beautiful sunset, but strangely it made me sad. The ever present thought that I would be going away to college after the summer vacation gnawed at my stomach. I was also thinking about what had happened last night. Neither of us had mentioned it and I was starting to wonder if it had just been a dream. “What’s wrong?” my mother asked. “Nothing.” “You had a very sad look on your face.” I didn’t look at her but said, “It’s just that I’ll be leaving in a couple of months.” “You’ll only be five hundred miles away.” “Right, ‘only’ five hundred miles,” I responded. “I can come and visit on special weekends and you’ll come home on holidays.” “Yeah, but … but how are you going to get … get along without me?” I asked, my eyes tearing and my voice cracking. A better question might have been; how was I going to get along without her? My mother didn’t answer. But she reached over and took my hand, holding it gently without saying a word. I was pretty sure she was feeling the same as me. “We’ll get along somehow,” she finally said without conviction. “Let’s take a walk down to the old barn before it gets dark.” The “old barn” was a remnant of a previous owner who worked the property as a horse farm for years until his death. His children parceled the land and sold it in five-acre plots. The old barn was on our property so we often went to sit on bales of hay to watch the sun go down over the mountains. It was a special place for both of us and helped us both heal after Dad left. My mother led me down the back steps toward a well-worn path that twisted through the woods to the barn. I loved the feeling of her warm hand in mine. There was a cool, gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the sky was crystal blue with a few clouds on the horizon to the west. I glanced over and saw that the breeze had made my mother’s nipples hard. I quickly looked away, chastising myself for the ever-present carnal thoughts about my own mother. When we arrived at the barn, we sat down close to one another on bails of hay. The sun was close to slipping below the mountains and some dark clouds had begun to roll in. We could see what was left of the winter’s snow on the highest peaks. It was a gorgeous view and our special place where we could talk, or just sit and be together. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She laid her head on my shoulder. Sometimes it wasn’t necessary to say a word. After we had sat silently for some time I said, “Mom, are you sorry that you never found another man?” “I have a man,” she said and squeezed my hand. “You know what I mean. I’m not like a husband.” “But you are my best friend.” “And you’re mine, but that wasn’t my question.” My mother sighed as she stared out of the barn toward the mountain. “Truthfully, when you were younger, it would have been a big help to have a man around the house. I mean you were a good boy, but I didn’t know much about raising a teenaged boy.” “I think you did a great job.” My mother smiled and placed her hand against my face. “I think so too. But it would have been nice to have a man around to teach you things … to have talks about things like girls and sex,” she said and blushed prettily. “Don’t worry, us kids learn all we need to know from TV and the Internet.” “That’s what I was afraid of,” she said with a laugh. I paused before asking the next question. “Did you want to have more children?” It took her a few moments to answer. Finally she said, “Yes I did, back when you were ten or eleven, but your father was dead set against it.” “It’s not too late … I mean you’re only 37 so you can still have them if you found someone. I’m sure with your looks, that would be incredibly easy.” “Thanks. But I have you.” “Come on, Mom,” I said. “The truth is that I’m not sure I could have another child, even if I met someone.” “Why?” “Well, we tried for several years and nothing happened, so we gave up. Then your father left us. I figured it just wasn’t meant to be.” Then I remembered something. One day my father was home from work and he had a doctor’s appointment. I went with him. I had asked what was wrong and he said nothing, he was there for a physical to get a vasectomy. He explained what that a vasectomy was so he and Mom wouldn’t have any more children. It didn’t mean much to me at that time. I couldn’t quite remember how old I was then, but I think I was nine or ten. I must have had a perplexed look on my face because she said, “What’s wrong?” I didn’t want to spoil the moment, and besides, I could have been wrong about my age. If he had had a vasectomy before they were “trying” to get pregnant, me telling her now would just rub salt into the wounds of their failed marriage. “Uh nothing, I was just thinking how nice it is to be here with you right now. It’s so peaceful here. I’m going to miss coming here with you when I’m gone.” My mother looked into my eyes and I saw them begin to tear. As a lone tear spilled from her eye and began to trickle down her cheek I leaned over and gently wiped it off with my thumb. My hand rose almost without conscious thought and settled behind her neck. We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed a long time. With very little urging from me her head began to move forward until our lips were just a fraction of an inch apart. Her eyes were closed as if waiting for me to kiss her. Slowly I opened my mouth and touched hers. I heard a tiny whimper come from the back of her throat as our lips pressed together. Then it was my turn to moan when I felt my mother’s tongue slowly slip into my mouth. I began to tremble as I sucked her tongue, pulling her sweet tasting saliva into my mouth. Without a conscious effort from either of us she was suddenly on her back with me pressed to her chest. Our lips were pressed firmly, yet tenderly, together as her tongue explored my mouth. My tongue pressed against hers, circling her slippery probe before slipping into her mouth. I heard a moan as she began to suck my tongue. My hand somehow ended up resting just below one breast. I felt her tremble as my fingers moved. They crept slowly upward until my hand covered one soft breast. My cock was throbbing so much that I thought I might climax. I actually had my hand on my mother’s breast! Before she could protest my fingers moved over her top and hooked under the elastic of her strapless tube top. Quickly I pulled it downward. My mother’s breath hissed into my still searching mouth as I bared her breast. I paused there for a moment to allow her to stop me. When she didn’t my hand covered her now bare breast. “Mmmmm,” she gasped into my mouth. Her breast was amazing. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch and the hard nipple felt as if it was on fire, threatening to scorch the palm of my hand. I circled my palm slowly around the nipple before placing it between my index finger and thumb. When I squeezed my mother gasped again. Her back arched and a loud moan came from deep in her throat. I pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her neck. She closed her eyes and rested her hand on the back of my head. I moved slowly, hoping upon hope that she wouldn’t stop me. I kissed down the smooth flesh of one globe and then pulled slightly back to look at the engorged nipple. With a whimper I dropped my head and took it into my mouth. “Oh my God,” my mother gasped. The taste of her sweet flesh was amazing and my cock throbbed in my pants. My juices were already soaking though my underwear. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could before letting it slip out to grasp the nipple again. I was sucking like a baby starved for milk when I felt my mother gently pushing my head. I thought it was over until she directed my mouth toward the other tit. I moaned as I began to suck the second tit. I worried the hard nipple before I gently bit down with my teeth. I heard her moan. The pulsing in my pants was very intense as I pushed my cock against her leg, moving my hips up and down. But before I could climax in my pants I felt her gently push my head back. I thought about resisting for a second but knew better. I released the tit and looked down at her flushed face. She whispered, “The sun’s gone down, we had better get back.” I didn’t press my luck. I squeezed her breast warmly one last time and then bent over and kissed the nipple before reluctantly pulling away and letting her sit up. Her distended nipple was shiny with my saliva. She casually pulled her top over her bare breast and stood up, reaching her hand down for me. I took it and arose to face her. Looking into her eyes I opened my arms. She stepped into my embrace and we hugged for a long time. I could feel her heart still beating rapidly. The thumping matched the rhythm of my own heart. I let my arms slide slowly down her back until I had both of her jeans covered ass cheeks in my hands. I knew that she could feel my erection, which I didn’t try to hide this time. There was no indication that she minded and in fact it seemed that she was pressing her hips to me. It was almost too much for me and I had to pull away or again risk cumming in my pants. We walked silently back to the house, hand in hand. My throbbing erection tented my pants, and there was a wet spot on my shorts, but I no longer felt embarrassed. It was a proud symbol of how I felt about my mother and I think she liked it. TBC

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EPISODE 5 SORRY FOR THE DELAY BIS ISHHHH The rest of the week was a blur to me. I was walking on air from the realization that I had actually caressed and sucked my mother's breast and more importantly, she had not protested and she had not been drinking, so she knew what I was doing. I could still feel her hard nipple searing the palm of my hand and the soft nub between my lips. Then of course there was the kiss … a kiss like few sons would ever know, but I knew and I felt incredibly privileged. Her lips had been soft and wet against mine and her tongue had stirred me wildly. The thought and memory of our kiss made me masturbate several times during the long week. I was almost giddy with excitement and if I hadn’t already been prepared for my finals, I would have been in big trouble. My only thought was about Friday when I hoped that we would get our typical movie and sit in the family room and watch. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted more. How much more would obviously be up to her. Unfortunately, I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she chastising herself for allowing me to kiss her and play with her breast? Was she going to tell me that she couldn’t allow that anymore? Was she just going to cancel our Friday night movie? That scared me the most. I figured if I had her alone with some wine and a romantic movie I could surely convince her to let me take a few liberties. But if she decided not to have our Friday evening get together, all could be lost. I was worried sick by the end of the week. When she told me on Thursday that she wouldn’t be able to pick me up at school on Friday, I figured I was in trouble. She apologized and said she couldn’t get off work early. Friday, I stopped at the video store after school and picked up a movie anyway. This time it was a chick flick so I was hoping I could talk her into watching. When she came home from work, I greeted her with a big smile and a kiss on the lips. “I passed everything with flying colors,” I said, beaming. “Really? How do you know this already?” “My chemistry teacher graded the tests right there in class and I aced it. Biology was a little tougher, but I am sure I got at least a B. Trigonometry was a breeze and World Studies wasn’t much of a test. So, I made it.” “I’m so proud of you, Jerry,” my mother said and hugged me tightly. Then she kissed me on the lips again, this time it lasted a bit longer. “So do you want to know where we are going on vacation?” “Of course. You know I’ve tried everything, including outright bribery to get you to tell me.” She laughed. “Okay, we’re going to Barbados. We leave next Saturday for two weeks.” I broke out with a big smile. “Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That’s great, Mom.” I hugged her again. When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh … I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to you.” “No problem. I was hoping you wanted to stay home because I’m bushed anyway. We had a crazy week at work.” “Sorry to hear that. I’ll order the pizza for seven or so. I already have a movie rented. Chick flick.” My mother smiled. “Good. I’ll take a long soaking bath and then be down.” I had the movie in the machine, the pizza and wine on the coffee table, and was ready by seven thirty. I decided to be a little more risky and wear my white briefs instead of my normal boxers. I was sitting on the sofa when my mother came down. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans instead of her typical bathrobe. We sat and watched the movie, ate pizza and drank wine—only one bottle tonight. Mom snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my shoulder. I lifted my arm and placed it over her shoulder. It was a nice evening in spite of the fact that I had hoped for more. When the movie was about over, I noticed that my mother’s head felt heavy on my chest. Her breathing was regular so I figured that she had fallen asleep. I moved back a little and felt my mother’s head slip down my chest until it was resting in my lap. The pressure of her head brought the normal reaction … an erection. As usual I lost the battle to will my cock not to get hard—of course I didn’t really want to prevent my erection. The weight of her head forced my cock to throb. I was about to lose my mind when I felt my mother stir in her sleep. She slipped her hand, which had been on my thigh, under her cheek. Suddenly her head was on the back of her hand and the palm was resting on my cock. My heart was beating wildly as I wondered what to do. Should I wake her? Of course I couldn’t. Like the sex pervert that I am, I decided to move my hips gently up and down to increase the stimulation in hopes of bringing myself off without her knowing. That would be better than nothing, I thought. Then, incredibly, I felt my mother’s hand moving. It was almost imperceptible at first, but there was definite movement. Suddenly I realized what she was doing. She was searching for the opening of my underwear. My heart skipped a beat as her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Good God, my mother has my cock in her hand, I screamed in my head. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of her head. She obviously was not asleep. Her hand began to slowly move up and down on my cock. I could now feel her warm breath on the head of my cock through the thin material of my shorts. That alone was almost more than I could stand. I began to tremble as she began working my cock out of my shorts. I sucked in my breath when I felt my cock released into the cool room air. A second later something warm and wet covered the head. I couldn’t suppress a moan … my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth … she was sucking my cock! My mother was sucking my cock! I wanted to scream for joy but kept my mouth shut with the exception of a few moans. Suddenly I could feel her tongue working on the swollen head, flicking at the drooling slit before twirling it around the surface. She didn’t take more than just the head into her mouth. She sucked it slowly and lovingly as her hand began to pump up and down my shaft. This was like a dream. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was really awake. I gently placed my hand on the back of her neck and felt her warm skin. I forced myself not to push her head down. My hips, which had stopped moving with the initial shock, began to move again. I lifted them in little twitches, trying to force more of my shaft into her mouth. She resisted and continued the maddening teasing of the head. It felt like the head was growing bigger by the second. My balls were squirming in their sacks and I could feel them tightening in preparation for climax. Should I warn her? I wondered. It was the manly thing to do; yet I was only a boy and could be excused for my impulsiveness. I threw my head back and began to moan. “Mom, Mom, Mom,” I gasped. That should have been warning enough. Yet she didn’t stop sucking and began to move her hand faster. With a long gasp from my lips, I lifted my hips and screamed. My cock spasmed and began to shoot it’s content into my mother’s sucking mouth. The first blast felt huge and was followed by several rapid and strong squirts. Incredible pleasure rushed through me and I could think of nothing but my mother’s sucking mouth and my squirting cock. It seemed to last much longer then when I did it myself and it felt a heck of a lot better. When the throbbing slowed and the last dribble was sucked from the head, I relaxed back onto the sofa. My mother held my cock in her mouth until it had wilted. Then she abruptly stood up, but she didn’t look at me. I figured she was having second thoughts about what she had just done. I watched with my heart still beating rapidly as she walked out of the room without saying a word. When I looked down at my now shrunken cock, there was only a dribble of cum at the head. My mother had either swallowed my cum or left the room to spit it out. I, of course, fantasized that she had swallowed it. ........(AH LOVE MA MOM)

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episode 6 I t was quieter than usual in the house when I arose on Saturday morning. I went downstairs and found a note on the kitchen table from my mother saying that she had to do some shopping for our vacation trip and would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually relieved that she wasn't home. Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I needed time to think. What had occurred last night was not a mistake or a slip-up this time. My mother had sucked my cock and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in my mind she had). She was probably less inebriated than the previous Friday night so it couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still impossible for me to fathom that my own mother had sucked my cock. Just thinking those words made me question my sanity. Instead of moping around the house I decided to do some chores. I worked around the yard, mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool, refreshing water invigorated me almost immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off and lying in the sun. My mother wasn’t the only one that needed to get a little sun before we took our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body and I drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest. “Mom,” I screamed when I realized she had dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped up and headed for her. She was giggling as she started to run back into the house. But I was a lot faster and I caught her before she could get away. I swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool, ready to toss her in. “No, please, Jerry,” she screamed. “At least let me get my bathing suit on.” She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I stopped and put her down. “All right, but you’re going in the pool for splashing me. I could have serious psychological problems from being so rudely awakened,” I joked. She looked at me smugly. “Who says you don’t already have serious psychological problems.” I made like I was going after her again but she ran into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom hadn’t awakened me when she did I could have gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down in the living room to watch TV. I was dozing off again when I heard my mother’s voice. “What do you think of this bathing suit,” she said. I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front, but then she turned around. There was but a small strip of material running between her gorgeous ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare. “Mom!” I exclaimed. “Are you really going to wear that on the beach?” “I was planning on it. But you don’t like it apparently.” “No, I love it. It’s just … just that I have never seen you wear something that uh …” I stuttered, looking for the word. “Revealing?” she asked. I was thinking sexy, but I said, “Yes, revealing.” “Well you should know the beach at the hotel is clothing optional.” “Really?” That had never occurred to me. “Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on the beach in this outfit … that is if I wear anything at all.” I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Was my mother really going to go naked on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was sounding better all the time. “From the way your mouth is hanging open I assume you approve then. I’ve got a few more outfits to show you.” With that my mother turned around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her nearly naked ass until she had disappeared. Although I was in the air-conditioned house I found sweat dripping from my brow. And of course I had a raging hard-on. When she came back she had on a white top and skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked with the bathing suit, this was even more daring. The top barely covered her breasts. From my position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a little too quickly the top would flip up and leave her bare breasted. “So what do you think of this one?” she asked as she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top even higher on her breasts. I could plainly see that her nipples were hard under the tiny top. “Wow,” was all I could say. “I’ll take that as approval,” she said and then walked away. My mother modeled all the outfits that she had bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little. I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection. Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too late. “Why don’t you come on in,” she said, staring at me. I froze. Yep, I was caught. When I didn’t move she said firmly, “Come in here, Jerry.” With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights. My pants were tented with my erection. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body. “Do you think I haven’t noticed you peeking at me?” she said with a knowing smile. “Now come over here.” I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I walked over to where she was sitting. Although I was embarrassed, it didn’t stop me from staring. “I … I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. My eyes were large as saucers as I stared at her naked form. “Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying on me? Do you think I couldn’t have stopped that a long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you think you were fooling me?” “I … uh … I’m …” I stammered, having no idea what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a moment I considered turning and running. But I knew that would only delay facing the music. “I think it’s time we both stopped pretending,” she said with a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk.” I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I figured this is where she laid into me and let me know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn’t she sucked me off just last night? Who was the pervert there, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to argue with her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one that lusts after my own mother. I would take my medicine and hope that she didn’t hate me. “All right, first of all, let’s discuss last night. I know I don’t have to say this, but I will anyway. What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a mother should not let her son do … or more directly a mother should not do the kind of things that I have done with you. Society frowns on mothers and sons doing sexual things. Unfortunately I have let it go too far already.” She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn’t tell what that look meant. Was she trying to think of the words to tell me that we had to stop? “I’m sorry,” I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had done. “There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven’t done anything wrong … I mean you are just a boy with the raging hormones to prove it.” She paused again before saying, “Jerry, you know I care for you very deeply. Our relationship has been more than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel things for you that a mother should not feel toward her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges. Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a man for so many years, or anything else you can think of. I don’t know the true answer myself. I only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry and I think you feel the same about me. Am I right?” Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me? My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my chest. She was saying things I had thought a thousand times but never imagined I would hear them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my brain was having a very difficult time understanding her words.” “Earth to Jerry,” she said. She seemed to be saying that to me a lot lately. “Uh … yes … I mean … I … I do love you.” My muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity. Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter inane words in response. God, I’m an idiot, I thought. She looked at me and smiled. “I guess that will do for now.” Then she said, “The other thing I know is that I love the things we have done. I know I shouldn’t and I have beat myself up over and over. Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could stop and live a lie … both of us unhappy.” I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying we could keep doing the things we had done. That was almost too much for my mind to comprehend. When I didn’t say anything she said, “What I am saying is that I have decided that we can continue to do sexual things … but with limits.” I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really didn’t care at that point. I would take anything I could get. I think my mother could see that I was no longer listening to her. She said, “Come closer, Jerry.” I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly in front of my mother with my cock tenting my underwear. “Take your cock out. I want to see it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Huh?” I mumbled. “I said, take your cock out, I want to see it,” she repeated. I could see that her chest was moving up and down more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed, but then I saw the look in my mother’s eyes and felt pride. I thrust my hips out. “My, my, you have grown into quite a man,” she said in a half whisper as if she was talking to herself. “I couldn’t see it well last night,” she added as she reached her hand toward it. I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft. “Nice and thick. It will make some woman very happy someday.” I don’t want to make some woman happy, I thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up and down the shaft as her eyes stared at the pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head. As I stared down at my mother stroking my cock, I began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was suddenly light headed and my knees began to grow weak. “Mmmm, it’s getting bigger. And these balls are really starting to squirm,” she said with growing confidence at the control she had over me. “I think they need emptying. What do you think?” Words choked in my throat and I couldn’t answer. I nodded my head. She rubbed her palm across the dripping head, coating it with my copious juice before she began to stroke me faster. I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly following the rapid movement of her hand. She worked her hand up and down my cock creating froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head of my cock, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She didn’t have long to wait. “Mommmm!” I gasped in warning. She ignored me, continuing to pump my cock with increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head of my cock grew to the size of a small plum before the slit opened, blasting cum into the air like a broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire as stream after stream of juice poured from the end of my cock. It went on for a long time—or at least it seemed that way—before the stream began to die. When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face of my mother was covered with my cum. Some had landed in her hair and some on her forehead with the remainder hitting her in the face. It was dripping in long strings toward her soft tits. “Oh my,” she laughed as she looked down at the mess I had created. “I’m … sorry,” I managed. But I wasn’t. It had been more than incredible. “No need to apologize, cum is good for the skin; pure protein,” she said with a smile as she began to massage it into her breasts and across her stomach. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she spread my juice all over her. “Better than my expensive cream.” I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some from her face and took it into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her swallow and my cock lurched as if it was about to get hard again. My mother smiled and said, “I guess I had better get to bed.” She stood and stepped into my arms and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into my bare chest. My cock began to harden. When my mother felt it she pulled away. She laughed and said, “Ah, youth. Now you get to bed too.” With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving pat on my slowly erecting cock she shooed me from her room. Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before falling to sleep.

episode 7 I got up early the next morning. I hadn't felt this good in ... well, I don't think I ever felt this good. I was whistling as I washed my mom's old minivan when she looked out the door. “Ready for some breakfast?” she asked. “Starved,” I returned with a smile. “Come on in, it’s almost ready.” “I’m almost done. I’ll be there in a minute.” I hurried to clean up the car washing material and put it away in the garage. I was wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt with tennis shoes. The front of my shorts and shirt were a little wet but I didn’t think that mattered. My butt was dry. I went into the kitchen to see my mother putting breakfast on the table. I sat down as she went to the refrigerator and bent over to get the orange juice. My heart started to beat more rapidly as I stared at her gorgeous ass. God, she was driving me crazy, I thought. How was I going to manage keeping my hands off her? But then again, maybe she didn’t want me to keep my hands off her. As she walked by me I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her to my lap. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t encourage me either. When I pulled her head to me, she let me kiss her and, in fact, slipped her tongue into my mouth. My cock, which was already half hard, sprung to full mast. “Your breakfast is going to get cold,” she said as she extracted herself from my grasp. She glanced down and smiled before she took a seat at the table across from me. “I think everything is ready for our trip. You know we leave day after tomorrow, right? Are you packed?” I looked at her with a sardonic smile. She knew I was a procrastinator when it came to stuff like that. “Sure,” I said, but she could tell it was a lie. “You need to get your stuff together.” “I know. It’ll only take me an hour to pack. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you up.” “All right,” she said as she began to eat. I watched her put a fork of food in her mouth and chew. Even that simple action made my heart flutter … I swear I can’t understand this love stuff. It was starting to drive me crazy. Everything she did had suddenly turned sensuous. I didn’t realize that I was staring when my mother paused and looked at me strangely. “What?” she asked. “Huh?” “You were staring at me.” My face turned red. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I caught a smile turning up her lips as I dropped my eyes back to my own food. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach made the food less appetizing. When I looked up again, my mother had finished eating. “Well, I have things to do. See you later,” she said and got up. As she walked past me she reached out and ran her hand across my face. I felt a tremor go through me. I was incredibly excited all day. My cock was hard as a rock and barely went down. The strange thing was that I didn’t know what I was more excited about—what we had done sexually or the opportunity to be with her for two weeks; probably both things. When the day was over, I was almost relieved. It felt like I was a little boy again waiting for Santa. Only I knew that Santa was my mother and she held all the presents. It was much later in the day when my mother passed by the family room and said, “Jerry, I’m going up to take my bath now.” “Uh … okay, mom,” I said, wondering why she was telling me this. Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.” “Huh?” I said stupidly. “It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned. “No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. “Oh, and you can take the little rubber piece off the door frame any time you want. You won’t need to peek at me anymore,” she said as I followed her into the bathroom. My face flushed several shades of red when I realized that she must have known all along. I held my breath as my mother bent over the tub and started the water. She turned to me and said, “You may want to take off your clothes so you don’t get them wet.” “Uh … yeah,” I stammered but quickly began to strip. I watched as my mother did the same, her actions much more graceful then my frantic stripping. When I was naked and my cock pulsing in front of me I watched my mother step into the nearly filled tub. She slowly slipped beneath the water with a contented sigh. “You can’t wash my back from over there,” she said. I hurried over and knelt next to the tub. My mother handed me a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap. My hands were trembling as I began to wash her flawless back. “Mmmm, she moaned as I rubbed the soft cloth across her back. I then moved the cloth to her neck and slowly ran it across the nape of her neck and then around to the other side. Finally I began to move the cloth down toward her large and inviting breasts. I looked at my mother’s face to see if she was going to stop me. She smiled. “I thought I asked you to wash my back?” she said, but she didn’t try to stop my hand as it slipped lower to her breast. I said, “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were clean.” My mother laughed at my dumb remark but leaned back, lifting her breasts out of the water. I was breathing heavily as I slowly ran the cloth over one large breast and down to the hard nipple. I heard my mom sigh as I gently lifted and washed that breast before moving on to the other. When both breasts were washed and rinsed, I slipped the cloth down and under the water, moving down her stomach. When my hand passed her navel, I let the cloth go and continued with my bare hand. I waited for my mother to stop me, but she didn’t. I heard her sigh and felt her hips move when my fingers reached the top of her pussy. Slowly I slipped my fingers between the lips and down to her opening. With a quick flick of my wrist I pushed my middle finger into my mother’s pussy. “Ohhhh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to immediately move on my finger. Her mouth opened as her breathing began to increase. I leaned closer and kissed her. She opened her mouth wide, sucking my tongue in. My finger began to move at the same rhythm as my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as my finger fucked her pussy. My cock was throbbing and threatened to squirt when I felt her pussy began to spasm on my finger. “Oh, Jerry, you’re going to make me cum,” she gasped. “I want you to cum, Mom. I want to finger fuck your pussy until you climax,” I said, not even thinking about the fact that I was using the word fuck in front of my mother for the first time in my life. “Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as her hips began to move faster and the walls of her pussy squeezed my finger even tighter. “Ahhhh,” she cried and her body stiffened, her hips lifting from the bottom of the tub and she threw her head back in pleasure. “Mmmmmmpppphhhh,” she moaned as a strong climax rushed through her. When the pulsing inside her pussy began to slow, I used my thumb to find her swollen clit. I began to move my thumb back and forth on the swollen nub until her hips began to move again. “Oh, Jerry, no,” she gasped, but didn’t stop me. I worked my thumb up and down on her clit, centering on the motion that made her gasp the most. I reached over and began to knead her breast, moving my thumb gently over her swollen clit as I did. “Mmmm, yes, Jerry, keep that up,” she gasped. I had no intention of stopping until she climaxed again. Within a few seconds I got my wish. Her body tensed and a second even stronger climax began. I moved my thumb rapidly across her clit as her body shook with pleasure. This climax seemed to last longer. When she finally stopped shaking, she collapsed into the water with a loud sigh. “Oh my goodness,” she gasped when she could speak again. “You certainly now how to pleasure a girl with your fingers. Where did you learn that?” “I read a lot,” I lied. She didn’t believe me anyway. “Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Stand in the tub.” I stood up, my cock still throbbing and dripping a steady stream of juice as I stepped into the tub. Suddenly my cock was just inches from my mother’s mouth. She smiled up at me and then opened her mouth and took it inside. “Oh Jesus, Mom,” I moaned as her lips closed around my cock. I watched with growing excitement as my mother’s lips stretched over my swollen cock. Suddenly I felt my mother’s hand slip between my legs and move up to my ass. “Mom,” I gasped as her finger moved between my cheeks. I wondered briefly what she was doing with her finger, but her mouth on my cock felt so good I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I could feel her finger wiggling between my cheeks until it found my back passage. I lurched forward as her finger slipped inside my ass. “Mom,” I gasped again. But she didn’t stop until she had pushed her finger into my ass. I was amazed that it didn’t hurt and after a short time actually began to feel good. I had no idea why it felt good, but the combination of her finger and her lips was bringing me to a peak very quickly. I moved my hips back and forth, with her finger massaging me as her tongue worked on my cock head. “Mom,” I warned when I felt my balls begin to tighten. My mother’s reaction was to move her finger and mouth faster. “I’m going to cum,” I said to make sure she knew that I was getting ready to cum in her mouth. I heard her moan deep in her throat and she suck harder. With a bellow that surprised even me, I pushed my hips forward, burying my cock deep in my mother’s mouth. I froze as the head of my cock exploded, blasting my copious juice to the back of her throat. I heard her gag for a moment before she began to swallow. There was no doubt now; my mother was swallowing my cum … every drop. She moaned as she sucked harder, trying to draw every ounce out of my balls. She succeeded. When my cock was drained, I almost fell backward out of the tub. I quickly stepped out of the tub, gasping for breath as I looked down at my mother’s beautiful face. She was smiling at me. There was a large drop of my cum at the corner of her mouth. She used her tongue to take it into her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned at the sight, feeling my cock throb as another large drop of cum slipped from the head and dropped to the floor. to be continued

Episode 8 T he Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. The airline had overbooked our flight and as a result they had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take. As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, since we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don’t think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out. As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place … wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora’s box to be opened and I wasn’t sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn’t. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn’t going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn’t be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, I wondered if that was worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn’t sure. I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn’t seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it … what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us. The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn’t see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, “Wow, this is amazing.” “It’s supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner.” The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana’s circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana’s. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, “Welcome.” I felt comfortable in taking my mother’s hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty. “Welcome to our island paradise,” said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather. “We have a reservation under Moss,” said my mother. The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, “Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss.” I started to say that we were not “Mr. and Mrs.”, but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled. “We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I’m sure you are going to love it,” the desk clerk said. I looked at my mother again. It hadn’t even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn’t given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I’m sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head. The clerk said, “Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?” “I think everything is fine,” my mother said as she picked up the keys. “The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right. ” I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother’s waist. She turned to me and whispered, “I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa.” “Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard,” I said. “I know,” she answered. We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. “Mr. and Mrs., huh?” I said. “Well, we couldn’t afford two rooms,” my mother answered. “That’s true,” I readily agreed. “But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa … if there is a sofa?” I was only being half facetious. “I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist. When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things … at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast. When we stepped into the room, we both gasped … the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel. “Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?” I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face. “I don’t know. This isn’t the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake.” “Well, let’s enjoy it until they throw us out,” I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room? We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. “Thanks for everything, Mom,” I said sincerely. “You earned the vacation,” she returned. “I don’t just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it’s been hard. I’m going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back.” I saw tears forming in her eyes. “You don’t have to pay me back. I didn’t do it for that. I did it for us … both of us.” I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I know. I love you,” I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother’s tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us. “Where would you like your luggage, Mr. Moss?” My face turned red when I realized I couldn’t turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do. “So, let’s unpack and then go down and explore the hotel,” my mother said when the door was closed. “Sounds like a plan,” I returned. We spent several hours walking around the hotel and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap trinket shops and looking in the windows of the very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and my mom ordered a large salad with one of the house specialty drinks—you know those fruity things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had several drinks. They must have contained a good deal of alcohol because by the time the second drink was done, I could see that my mother was looking quite relaxed. I knew I had to find out about our sleeping arrangements as well as what was going to happen when we went back to the room. I guess I could have let it just happen, but I didn’t want to make a big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no idea how far my mother was willing to let me go. I gathered up my courage and said, “Mom, what are we going to do when we get back to the room?” I said, starting out fine but then stuttering. “I mean, you know, uh … like … where we are going to sleep and you know … stuff?” My face turned beet red. “I wondered when you were going to get to that,” she said as she reached over and gasped my hand. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t thought it all through yet. We both know we have gone way over the moral line already,” she said with a slight blush. She paused and seemed to be thinking as she gazed at the blue water behind me. “We can certainly do the things we have already done. How much further we go … well, we will have to wait and see how things develop.” A big smile came to my face. “Can we go back to the room now?” I said, staring at her sweet lips. I knew what I wanted. So did she. “I suppose so,” she answered with a coy smile. Then she leaned close and said, “You want my lips wrapped around your cock, don’t you?” To say I was stunned by my mother’s graphic words would be an understatement. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. “From the look on your face I think that you are interested,” she said with a naughty smile. I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn’t resist as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her back and then under the waistband of her tight slacks. A moment later I had the soft cheeks of her bare ass in my palms. I heard her moan into my mouth. My cock grew hard immediately and I pressed it into her. She responded by grinding her hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into our room. With the door closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure. Right there, inside the door, my mother went to her knees. I watched as she pulled the zipper of my pants down and searched inside for my cock. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. With some difficulty she fished it from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back and gazed at the swollen head. My cock had been leaking juice since we reached the hotel. She licked up the juice and then with a little moan from deep in her throat, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside. “Oh God, Mom,” I gasped as I reached for her head and twisted my fingers in her hair. My hips began to move back and forth. Her lips on my cock felt indescribably wonderful. She knew just how to tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my cock leaking my pre-cum juice into her mouth. I knew that if she kept doing that I would cum in her mouth in just a few moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and looked up at me. “Let’s get our showers and then we can take care of this,” she said adding a little kiss to the head of my cock. I moaned in frustration, but didn’t protest too much. My mother rose to her feet and said, “You go ahead and take your shower first. I have a few call to make to verify the side trips I’ve set up for us.” I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, naked, watching one of the two channels we could get on the TV when my mother finally came in. I was already hard, but if I weren’t, her outfit would have done the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a high school cheerleader. I immediately wondered if she had panties on underneath. It didn’t take long to find out. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me. I could see directly under the tiny skirt. “God, Mom,” I gasped. I could see her pussy clearly. It was already swollen and wet. “You like my outfit? I found it in the attic the other day. I used to wear it for your father, but he never seemed to care too much.” I barely heard her words. I couldn’t believe this was my mother standing above me with her legs spread. I stared mutely. “Jerry, are you there,” Mother asked, looking down at my wide eyes. “Huh?” I stuttered. “I asked if you liked my outfit?” Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for an answer. “I love it. You can wear it for me anytime.” “I thought you might.” With that she giggled and began to squat over my face. As her pussy came closer and closer to me, I could smell her scent. It made my head spin. When her pussy was within reaching distance I stuck my tongue out and touched her swollen lips. I heard her intake of breath. Then to my great disappointment she pulled away. “Now where were we before I went in to change?” she asked. “You were sucking me,” I replied. “Oh yes,” she said. With that she bent over and took my cock into her mouth again. “Ohhhh,” I gasped. I watched as my beautiful mother wrapped her sexy lips around my cock and sucked. My balls began to churn almost immediately. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump me. “Oh, Mom,” I whispered as I watched her work on my cock head and stroke me. It wasn’t going to take long for me to climax if she kept that up. I reached for her and began to direct her head and down. She pulled back and smiled up at me. “Not yet,” she said. “I want to suck this beautiful cock for a while.” She bent her head again and began to tease my slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her face as she tasted my pre-cum juice. There was a look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. With a moan she bent back over and started to suck me, harder this time. I waited as long as I could, trying to will my climax back. Eventually I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Mom,” I gasped. She moaned and took me deep into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to churn again. Then my cock started to throb. “Ahhhhh,” I cried and lifted my hips from the bed as my cum began rocketing up the shaft. It blasted into my mother’s sucking mouth with great force. Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her mouth and all was quickly swallowed. When the last of my cum was out of my balls I opened my eyes and saw that my mother’s eyes were closed. Then I felt a tremor run through me when I saw her tongue come out and licked around her mouth, collecting any juice that had escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been lost in a pleasant dream. “That should take care of you for now,” she said with a quick kiss to the drooping head of my cock.

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Mother nd son luv indeed

Episode 9... W hile I was satisfied after the blow job, I was still excited about the week ahead, but more specifically about sleeping with my mother. I was also feeling a little guilty that I had only taken and given nothing back. I knew my mother had been excited as well. I could still see her wet pussy in my mind when she had stood over me earlier. A plan began to form in my mind as my mother readied herself for bed. I'm not sure what her plans were, but I suddenly knew what I wanted. When mom came out of the bathroom, she was naked. I was glad she was going to sleep naked. She walked over and lay down on the bed next to me. “Whew,” she said, “Quite a busy day, huh?” “Great day,” I said as I casually reached over and grasped her breast. I heard her quick intake of breath, indicating that she was still excited … great for my plan. I leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses just under her ear. “Mmmm,” she whispered and turned her head to allow me more room. I squeezed her breast and worked my lips upward until I reached her ear. I could feel her shiver as I gently bit her earlobe and then slowly circled my tongue around the soft skin. “Mom,” I said as I continued to kiss her ear. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want to do something to you,” I said just a tad breathless with excitement now. “What?” she asked sounding a bit apprehensive. “I … I …” I said and paused, my courage suddenly fading. “What?” she asked again, turning her head toward me. I could feel my face turning red. “I want to … to … you know, kiss you … kiss you down there, like you have done for me,” I blurted. I heard a sharp intake of breath. When she didn’t say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “Oh, Jerry,” she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure?” My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Your father … your father never liked doing that,” she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, “I would love for you to eat me.” Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair. Her words “eat me” sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her close, feeling her soft breast press to my chest. I pressed my lips firmer on hers. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped inside. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet. I lost myself in her willing mouth and soft body. My head was spinning as my heart pounded with anticipation. I had never eaten a pussy before, but I knew I wanted to. Eating my mother’s pussy had been a nightly fantasy and now I was about to do it. I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss her neck again. I worked my way slowly downward until I arrived at her gorgeous breasts. I began to suck one nipple as my hand kneaded the flesh of the other. Then I switched to suck the other. When I was done, both nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and wet with my saliva. Slowly I began to kiss down her stomach, using my tongue to tickle the soft skin. I moved to kneel between her legs and slipped both hands under her buttocks, lifting her upward. She gasped as her legs fell apart, revealing her gorgeous pussy in all its wet glory. Never having seen it so close before, I stared. The puffy outer lips were open with the swollen inner lips spread apart like a flower. Juice was literally running from her open hole. I swear my mouth started to drool. “Eat me, Jerry. Please eat me,” my mother begged. With a moan I dropped my head until I was inches from her pussy. Then I opened my mouth and sucked the fat outer lips into my mouth. “Ahhhhhheeeee,” she screamed. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she gasped as my tongue began to lick her inner lips. “That’s it, that’s it, sweetie, lick my pussy.” I teased around her pussy, avoiding the open hole, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips. I wanted this to last. I was determined to take my time and enjoy every inch of her sweet pussy. My tongue moved slowly into her opening where I found a virtual well of juice. I brought my tongue back into my mouth and savored her flavor. I had always fantasized about how her pussy would taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. Her juice was thick and almost sweet. In dissolved in my mouth almost immediately so I went back for more. Over and over I plunged my tongue into my mother’s hole, savoring the reward each time I brought my tongue back into my mouth. I knew at that moment that I would eat her anytime she wanted and would never grow tired of pleasing her this way. “Oh Jesus, baby,” Mom gasped each time I split her lips with my tongue. Her hips were wiggling in my hands, making it difficult to hold her to my mouth. Finally I gave up and lowered her hips to the bed. My mouth followed. Now I was lying on my stomach with my mouth buried between her warm thighs. I felt totally surrounded by her. My entire world was focused on her wet pussy. Her thighs wrapped around my head and covered my ears, muffling her moans of pleasure. At that moment I was so lost in eating her that I didn’t heard her scream. She began to climax. I knew because her thighs stiffened against my head and her fingers dug into my scalp. In addition, my mouth was deluged with her juices, which I swallowed. It seemed to go on for a long time. I wondered if it were one climax or many, because I couldn’t tell when one climax ended and another started. Juice was literally pouring out of her. My face was soaked from my chin to my forehead and from one cheek to the other. I loved it. It was quite some time before I pulled my face from between her thighs. I didn’t go far, but rather simply laid my face on her pubic mound trying to catch my breath. When I eventually looked up, I saw that my mother’s eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down with her rhythmic breathing. It took me a moment to realize that she had apparently fallen asleep. I gently extracted myself from between her legs. She moaned in her sleep as I pulled the covers from under us and then snuggled next to her. I didn’t bother to get up to wash my face. I wanted to feel her stickiness drying on my face. I was smiling as I fell asleep.

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Episode 10 W hen I awoke the next morning, I found the bed next to me empty. I sat up and looked around for my mother. I saw through the window that she was sitting on the patio reading a book. I hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. Then I reluctantly washed my pussy juice smeared face before leaving the bathroom. My mother turned and smiled when I stepped outside. I took a deep breath of the fresh ocean scented air and stretched my arms wide. Then I leaned over and gently kissed her lips tenderly. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said. “Sleepyhead? What time is it?” “It’s almost ten o’clock.” “Wow, I guess I slept in.” “Well, we had a busy day yesterday. I thought we would just spend the day on the beach today and veg, if that’s okay with you?” “Sounds great. How about some breakfast, I’m starved,” I said. “Sure. Go get showered and put on your bathing trunks and I’ll order room service. Eggs and bacon okay?” “Sure. Order some hash browns and toast and maybe some pancakes, please.” My mother looked at me with raised eyebrows. “What? I’m a growing boy,” I said in response to her expression. “Get dressed,” she returned with a smile. After breakfast my mother put on her bathing suit and found some towels. We didn’t have far to go to get to the beach, as it was only a hundred yards from our patio. I followed behind her, enjoying the sexy view of her nearly naked ass, as we walked through a couple of sand dunes to the pure white- sand beach beyond. It was relatively early so there were only a few people scattered around the beach. We found a spot not to close to anyone and put down our towels. Before my mother sat down, she looked around the nearly deserted beach. Then she totally surprised me by taking off her bikini top. My eyes opened wide in surprise. “It is a nude beach, you know.” “I don’t see anyone nude, or even topless,” I said as I stared at her now naked breasts. But I quickly added, “But don’t let that stop you.” “I won’t. But I’ll wait to take off my bottoms until I see others do it.” “I look forward to it,” I said with a lecherous smile. The sun was very hot and I knew I would get burned quickly. I was the one that burned … my mom rarely did. I had her put sunscreen on me. We lay on the beach until we grew hot and then went into the water. By the time we came out, we noticed that there were a lot more people on the beach. In fact, we now saw several topless women and one or two who were totally nude. Unfortunately, most of the nude ones should have had their clothes on. Still that fact gave my mother the courage to take off her bikini bottom. At the towel she stripped it off, looking around to see if anyone was looking. I stared at her beautiful and bare pussy with mixture of awe and excitement on my face. “Come on chicken, take off your trunks.” My face turned red. “Uh … that might cause a problem,” I said, glancing down between my legs meaningfully. When she saw the protrusion in my trunks, my mother put her hand over her mouth and laughed. “So those naked fat ladies turned you on, huh?” “No, you did,” I returned. “Well, I take that as a compliment.” “You should. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted too with you standing there totally naked.” “Slip them off and just lay on you stomach. I don’t want to be naked alone.” Begrudgingly I stood up and turned away from the people on the beach and slipped off my trunks. My hard cock popped free. I turned slightly toward my mother and said, “See.” “Yes I do. Dig a hole in the sand so you can lay flat,” she said with an uproarious laugh. Hearing her outburst, I saw several people look our way so I quickly lay down on the towel to hide my obvious erection. I eventually turned over but found it difficult not to become erect with my gorgeous mother just inches from me. As the day wore on and I saw more and more naked people, I become somewhat comfortable being nude. Several times my mother and I walked down to the water and back up the beach. Soon we were both feeling quite comfortable. It was a strange, but it was somehow very liberating being totally naked in a public place. We sat in the sand as people walked by without batting an eye, although, most of the men batted their eyes at my mother. When the sun started to go down, and the breeze coming in from the ocean began to cool, we decided to go to our room and get ready for dinner. An hour or so later we went out to a nice restaurant serving local dishes. My mom liked it a lot, but I would have been happy with a good burger. By the time we were finished dinner I started thinking about what was going to happen when we went back to the room. Mom and I had done just about everything except actually having intercourse. I knew she said that she was still thinking about how much further we would go, which meant to me that it was still a real possibility. Tonight might be the night … at least I hoped it would be. I came out of the bathroom after my shower and said, “The bathroom is all yours.” My cock was already about half-mast. As my mother passed I grabbed her and gave her a long and lingering kiss. She moaned when she felt my cock harden between us. “Let me get my shower,” she whispered as she reached down and grasped my cock with her soft hand. After a quick jerk or two, bringing a moan from me, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, giggling. It seemed like hours but was probably less than a half hour before my mother came out of the bathroom. I gasped. She was wearing a blue corset with tiny blue panties that were all but see through. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, exposing the already hard nipples. My cock, which was hard from thinking about my mom, began to pulse like I was going to climax. I had to will it to stop or I would have surely wasted my spunk on the floor. “What do you think?” she asked. I looked down at my pulsing cock and then back up to my mother. “I can see that you like it,” she laughed. She walked over to me and straddled my legs, bringing her large breasts to my willing mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned as I began to suck one tit and then the other. I used both hands to grab her breasts and lift them as I sucked her. I pushed the two orbs together and licked both nipples at the same time, alternating licking and then sucking. “Jesus, I’m so wet,” she said. “Feel my panties.” I continued to suck a nipple as one hand slipped between her legs. I would have gasped had I not been sucking her. The gusset of her panties was totally soaked. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had soaked them in the shower. I slipped my index finger under the elastic at the crotch and moved it up and down across her swollen pussy lips. “Oh yes, sweetheart, put your finger inside me.” I did and heard her moan. She was so hot and wet that juice began to stream down my finger to the knuckles. I pulled my mouth away from her tits and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs. I looked at the tiny slip of material in my hand. Then I turned them inside out and exposed the sopping crotch. As my mother stared wide-eyed at me I licked the crotch, moaning as I tasted her juices. Wanting the real thing, I dropped the panties and pulled her close. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, collecting juice from between her lips. Those juices were there because of me; I was the one making her excited and causing juice to run out of her pussy like a river. “Lean back,” she said, pushing on my shoulders. When I was on my back she climbed onto the bed and squatted over mouth. “Is it okay?” she asked as her wet pussy hovered over my mouth. As an answer I reached up for her hips and pulled her down. She yelped as I drew her quickly down to me until her pussy landed on my mouth. I groaned and she screamed. My tongue immediately found her opening and plunged inside. “Oh, Jerry,” she gasped as her hips began to move on my willing face. Her juices were literally pouring out of her and I tried to catch it all in my mouth. “Oh God, oh God,” she gasped as her body began to tremble. Then she pushed down hard, covering my mouth and nose with her pussy. I held my breath as she began to convulse in climax. I thought I was going to expire before her convulsions slowed and she moved back a few inches and sat on my chest to let me breath. “Oh, Jerry, I’m sorry,” she gasped when she saw my wet and oxygen deprived face. “I could have killed you,” she said and then smiled. “I would have gladly died that way,” I answered with an even bigger smile. Then I watched as she got onto her feet again and squatted over my mid-section. My cock was sticking straight upward, pointing at her very wet pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was she going to let me put it inside her? I wondered. Then she lowered her hips and brought her pussy down until the lips were rubbing the tip of my cock. Slowly she moved forward, trapping my cock under her pussy and pressing it to my stomach. It wasn’t fucking but it was an incredible feeling nonetheless. “Oh, God,” I gasped as I felt the warm and swollen lips begin to move up and down my cock. Her flowing juices lubricated my cock, making it easy for her to slip up and down. I could see her lips stretched around my cock as she moved down and then back up, almost to the tip of my cock. Over and over she did this, her breathing showing her renewed excitement. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she gasped as she teased her pussy with my cock. I could feel her body begin to tense. Then she began to tremble all over. “I’m cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg,” she gasped suddenly. I held her body tight as she convulsed in pleasure for the second time in just a few minutes. It took quite some time before the shudders finally stopped. But it was apparent that she still wasn’t totally satisfied. Her hips began to move again. I knew that I couldn’t take much more, but there was something I wanted to try before I climaxed. As my mother moved upward, I lowered my hips just a bit, causing my cock to slip under her pussy. She couldn’t stop her movement back down and suddenly my cock head was in her pussy before she could stop. “Jerry!” she gasped. But she didn’t lift up. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. I had never seen her look quite that excited before. Then she slowly closed her eyes and let her weight move downward until my cock was all the way inside her sweet and warm pussy. I was delirious with excitement. My eyes closed and I tried to concentrate on anything but the warm sheath of flesh surrounding my cock. Tremors inside her massaged my cock from the tip to my balls. I had never felt anything so good. It was like my cock was encased in a warm and wet glove. I opened my eyes to see my mother looking directly into my eyes. She bit her lip and I knew that she was trying to decide if she should make me pull out. Then her eyes glazed over and I knew that a decision had being reached. With a sigh of resignation or pleasure she slowly lifted up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. For a moment I thought she had changed her mind and was going to let my cock slip out of her. But, instead, she closed her eyes and started moving back down, an inch at a time, until my entire cock was buried deep inside her pussy again. “Oh God Mom, my cock is in your pussy. I’m fucking you!” I hissed, stating the obvious. Her warm and soft pussy flesh surrounded my cock, making me tremble with pleasure. I don’t know if this had been her intention, but I couldn’t be happier. It was a fantasy come true … one that had been the fodder for my masturbation for a long time. While I wanted it to last, the stimulation was too much for me. “Mom,” I hissed as my cock throbbed deep inside her pussy. “Oh, God, I’m going to cum,” I warned. I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me cum in her or not. There was a low grown that started deep in my mother’s throat. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or frustration. But then, just as my balls sent my sperm hurtling up the shaft, she lifted up and let my cock slip out. My now squirting cock was trapped between her pussy and my stomach. While frustrating, the sensation of her warm pussy on my cock kept my cock squirting until I was totally drained. I gasped for breath, my eyes closed in pleasure. When I regained my senses, I realized that my mother was climaxing again. I looked between us and watched as she rubbed her clit on the shaft of my cock, smeared my sticky cum over my cock and stomach. When her trembling stopped she collapsed on top of me. It took some time before my mother raised her head. She said, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” “Sorry,” I lied. “Well we have to be careful in the future,” she said, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of conviction in her voice. “Yes,” I agreed, relieved that she didn’t blame me. “But you know that was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt.” Mom leaned to me and kissed my lips. When she pulled away, she said, “It was for me too, but I think that was going a little too far.” “Why,” I asked bravely, “We’ve done almost everything else?” My mother rolled to her back and I followed, throwing my arm over her chest and leaning my head close to her. I saw her biting her lip. “I love you and you love me,” I added, hoping that would weaken her resolve. She sighed. “I do love you,” she said as she raised her hand to my cheek. “I don’t know … I’m confused right now,” she said. “I’ve already let you … let us do things no mother and son should ever do.” “But since we have done those things, why can’t we (I almost said fuck but caught myself) you know, make love?” Another sigh slipped from her lips. “Let me think about it.” My face broke into a broad smile. “I didn’t say we could,” she admonished. “I said I need time to think about it.” “I know,” I returned with a gleam in my eyes. “You’re getting pretty smug young man,” she said with a serious face, but then she smiled. She glanced down and then reached for my suddenly hardening cock. “Amazing,” she said when several strokes of her hand brought my cock to full erection. Then she pushed me onto my back and leaned over. “You need a good cleaning.” With that she began to lick my stomach and balls, avoiding my cock, as she lapped up my cum. When that area was clean she lifted my cock to her mouth. “Mmmm,” she groaned as she took the pulsing head into her mouth. I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. My fingers rested on her head as she began to suck me. She used her hand on the shaft, moving it up and down as her mouth cleaned the cum residue. I closed my eyes and let her work on me. After the strong climax I just had, I knew I could go for a long time before I came again. I think my mom was counting on that. I had the distinct impression that she really loved sucking cock and I was more than willing to allow her that pleasure. It took about twenty minutes before I felt the rumblings in my balls again. I knew that I didn’t have to warn her this time, but I said, “I’m going to cum in a minute.” I heard a moan of approval. I lifted my hips and pulled her head down gently. “Ahhhhh,” I gasped as another load of cum blasted out of my cock. This time none of it escaped her mouth. My mom sucked up every drop, pumping my cock until there was nothing left in my young balls. A moment later she crawled up beside me and kissed my lips. I moaned when I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. Then we slipped under the covers and she snuggled into my armpit. We were asleep in seconds.

Hmmmmmm

@Blizz Could it be love is a collection of stories that tends to ask the same question. They are actually different from each other ie part 1 dealt on a mother who tried teaching her son abt relationship & allowed him get intimate with her, part 2 is abt a guy who has a crush for her mum resolved to date an older lady just to get her mum jealous & eventually it worked for him. Do mum got pregnant for him during their kidnap & now the part 3. All are different from each in terms of characters & storyline but all dwells on the same theme which ask a question 'Could this be Love'?

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@Kingsbest...yhh...dats true

I dey look una life

I jst dey observe

Episode 11 no vex ooo na light no dey T he next day we arose early, had breakfast and headed down to the dock for our planned boat trip. My mom had arranged an all day trip on a large catamaran. There were about fifteen people on board. We sailed to a small island where we were allowed to sun on the beach (clothed) and snorkel the reefs around the island. Of course my mother was by far the prettiest woman there. My mom and I felt totally free to act as if we were newlyweds. We held hands, kissed, and generally acted like lovers. Certainly we received stares, but they were more likely from jealously then from our age difference. At one point we slipped down a trail to a gorgeous waterfall. There we stood in an alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With my mother’s approval, I slipped my fingers into her tiny bikini and played with her pussy. However, she stopped me when I began to slip to my knees. “Later,” she whispered as she pulled me to my feet. When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive. We slept like logs that night with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just yards from us. The next morning I was up early … both my body and my cock. I slipped onto the patio wearing only a pair of shorts and sat down to relive the numerous dreams I had had about my mother last night. “Ah, there you are,” my mother said as she stepped onto the patio a few minutes later. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe. “Hi, sleepyhead,” I said, mimicking her from the other day. “Wow, I was out like a light last night,” she said as she stretched her arms over her head. The action opened her robe allowing me to see her legs, all the way to her thighs. I reached over and grasped her thigh, running my hand upward until my fingers touched her bare pussy. Instead of admonishing me I felt my mother open her thighs slightly. I think we both moaned when my finger found her opening. My middle finger slipped into her seemingly always wet pussy. When I started sawing my finger in and out she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go inside,” she said. Then she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. I stripped off my shorts in record time. My mother turned to me, looking directly into my eyes as she slipped off her robe. “Lay on the bed,” she whispered almost breathlessly. I hurried to comply, wondering what she had in mind. I remembered her promise of a reward for waiting for sex until this morning. As I lay on my back my mother crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she bent over and lovingly took my cock into her hands. As she gently stroked me she stared into my eyes. “I thought a lot about our relationship yesterday,” she said. “I know this is crazy … what we have done on this trip, the sexual relation we have developed … all of it.” “Mom,” I said, but she put her hand up to stop me. “Let me finish. I love you and I know you love me and it is much more than just love between mother and son.” I nodded my head, wondering where this was going. We had gone over this before. “I know you’re thinking we have discussed this and you are obviously correct. But, bear with me. This … this is difficult for me, because I have all these emotions going through me. Things like how wrong this is … how dangerous this is … where all of this is going … a thousand things. But then I think about how much I love you and how much I love the things we have done and, incredibly, all those cautions go out the window. I look at this,” she said, holding my cock up and looking at it with a look of true devotion. “I look at this beautiful cock and how it longs for me, and my willpower crumbles.” My mother paused and stroked me several times bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As the bubble grew and began dribble down the side of my cock she said, “Look at how much it wants me. Wants to be inside me.” My cock throbbed and I closed my eyes and moaned. I hoped I knew what was coming. “My pussy needs this cock. I’ve decided to let you fuck me. Will you do that? Will you fuck your mother?” My eyes sprang open. “Oh God, Mom,” I gasped. “I take that as approval,” she said. Then she bent over and took the head of my cock into her mouth. I started to tremble as I watched her suck my cock lovingly. When she pulled away the shaft was soaked with her saliva. “I think it’s ready for me.” With that she stood up on the bed and moved over me. There she squatted so that her pussy was just inches from my pulsing cock head. “My pussy is throbbing like you cock is. When you slipped it into me the last night I realized that it had been far too long since I had had a cock inside me. But I don’t want just any cock. I want your cock … my son’s cock. It’s so wrong, but I can’t stop it. The fact that you came out of this pussy over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching her already wet pussy. Then she moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth opened as she stared into my eyes. “Oh, Mom,” I gasped as she pushed lower. Inch by inch my cock slipped into my mother’s pussy until it was all inside her again. And it felt as good as the first time. My mother paused with my cock inside her to my balls. Her eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh, Jerry, your cock feels so good inside me. It feels so big. I can feel the head touching my cervix. I’ve never had anything that deep before.” I felt her pussy throb and squeeze my cock. I gritted my teeth to keep from shooting my load inside her that very minute. Still I didn’t know how long I was going to last. My mother began to move upward with agonizing slowness. I watched my pussy wet cock slip out of her until only the head was left inside. Then with a groan she slammed back down. “Ahhhhh,” I gasped over my mother’s cry of pleasure. “Yes, fuck me … fuck me,” I cried without concern that the people in the room next door might hear. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” my mother hissed as she began to move up and down on my cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed. I couldn’t hold out very long. Her tight pussy and the excitement of knowing I was finally fucking my mother was too much for me. “Mom, Mom, Mom, I’m going to cum,” I warned. I wondered again if she was going to let me cum inside her. Reading my mind she said, “It’s okay … cum in me … cum in me, please. I need your cummmmm.” That was all it took. I bellowed as I pushed my hips upward, forcing my cock as deeply as possible into my mother’s willing pussy. Suddenly it felt like every drop of fluid in my body was draining out of me though my cock. Blast after blast of cum shot from me and deep into my mother. Somewhere in my pleasure I realized that she was climaxing as well. My spasms seemed to go on for a long time, but when I was finally drained I realized that my mother was still climaxing. I looked up at her lust- contorted face and my heart almost leaped out of my chest as the realization hit me; now we were more than mother and son, now we were truly lovers. My cock never grew soft as my mother shuddered through one climax after another. I knew that I could go on for a long time now. She bounced on my throbbing cock, swaying from sided to side, her head thrown back and her mouth opened wide. I watched her tits bounce up and down, almost as if they were moving in slow motion. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. The slapping of her thighs and ass cheeks on my thighs echoed from the walls of the hotel room … her grunts of pleasure blended with my own gasps. I let my mother work on me until she was near exhaustion. Finally I signaled that I was ready to climax. “Yes baby, cum in your mother’s pussy. Fill me with your hot juice again. I want all of it. Please.” I lifted my hips and bellowed as my second load of cum blasted from my balls. I wondered for a second where it was all coming from. But then my mind went blank as pleasure ripped through me. When my mother’s and my climax finally ended she flopped onto me, pressing her still heaving breasts to my chest. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. Then I felt her sobbing. “What’s wrong?” I asked, incredibly worried that she now regretted what we had just done. She pulled back and looked at me with her tear stained eyes. “It was so … so incredible. I don’t think I have ever had so many climaxes or one that lasted that long. It was like a tidal wave washing over me and it just kept buffeting me with pleasure, over and over. It was totally amazing. I love you more than you can ever know, sweetheart.” She leaned down and kissed me. I moaned as her tongue went into my mouth. I felt my cock begin to harden inside her soaked pussy again. When she felt it she pulled back and looked at me with amazement. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Then I flipped her onto her back. “You fucked me, now it’s my turn to fuck you.” She laughed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips in answer … or was it a challenge? I took it as the latter and began to pump my cock into her with a vengeance. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me hard,” my mother screamed. I did. The juice from my previous climaxes was splattering all over both of us. I fucked her until she climaxed three or four more times … I lost count. Then I climaxed inside her for a third time. We both lay on the bed gasping for breath with me on top of her. I rolled off and pulled her into my arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said over and over. My mother practically purred as I held her in my loving arms. After a while we crawled under the covers and snuggled until we fell asleep. It was barely light outside when I awaken from a sex dream. When I opened my eyes I realized it wasn’t a dream. My mother was sucking my cock. I’m not sure what her plan was, but I wanted to fuck her again. I pulled her head from my cock and pushed her over until her back was toward me. From behind I slipped my cock into her still very wet pussy. I fucked her hard for at least an hour. She gasped out in pleasure and climaxed again and again. When the friction finally got to me I screamed that I was going to cum. She pushed her hips back into me and took my load of cum deep into her. Although it was mid-morning, we crawled back into the bed and fell asleep. I woke up first and realized the sun was well up in the sky. For a moment I thought of starting something again but decided to just watch my mother instead. Her face was serene as she slept with her head on the pillow. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smeared but she still looked beautiful. I reached over and brushed hair from her face. As I did she opened her eyes. She smiled and whispered dreamily, “What are you doing?” “Just looking at the woman I love.” She smiled again sensually and closed her eyes. “I love you too, sweetheart,” she whispered. Then she sighed and stretched her arms causing the sheet to fall from her large breasts. She pushed the sheet off her and looked down. A little frown crossed her face. “I’m a mess,” she said. “You look beautiful to me,” I said, thinking she was referring to her hair and makeup. “No, I mean down there,” she answered with a laugh. “Oh,” I answered a little embarrassed as I looked at her sperm covered pussy and thighs. It was still dripping from her pussy and her thighs were covered with the dried remains. “I can’t believe how much cum you have in those balls, it’s still coming out of me,” she said. “I’m glad I can’t get pregnant or I would surely be knocked up after last night.” “You can’t get pregnant because you are on the pill, right?” I asked, having assumed she was on the pill. “No, I’m not on the pill now. But I’m pretty sure I can’t get pregnant anyway. I told you I wanted another baby but your father didn’t. We had sex for several years without protection and nothing happened. I was never on the pill all those years. My heart suddenly leaped into my throat as I thought again of that day years ago when I went to the doctor’s office with my father. I suddenly realized that my mother didn’t know he had had a vasectomy. I must have had a strange look on my face because my mother said, “What’s wrong?” “Mom, uh … uh … damn I don’t if this is important but … I don’t know how to tell you this.” “What?” she asked suddenly concerned. “Oh, shit. You didn’t know. I mean you obviously didn’t know that Dad … that Dad had a vasectomy. It was around when I was … uh let’s see, we were just going to sell the old Buick, so I was ten.” “What?” she gasped with raised voice. “You’re kidding.” “No. I went to the doctor’s office with him. I didn’t think much of it at ten. I was going to tell you … tell you the other day, but I didn’t think it was important.” I saw my mother’s face turn as white as a sheet. “That son-of-a-bitch, he never told me that,” she snarled. “Damn him to hell, that was when we were trying to have another child,” she added, her anger blocking out the reality of the risk we had just taken by my cumming inside her. “What are we going to do?” I said in panic. She looked at me for a moment without comprehending. Then her eyes opened wide. “Oh,” she gasped. “I’m sorry,” I said. Her face showed her concern but she tried to hide it. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know,” she said with incredible calmness considering the situation. Then she sighed and said, “Well, we can’t do much at this point. I think it is a pretty remote possibility that I would get … uh … get pregnant from the first time. I mean it has been a lot of years and as women get older it is harder to get pregnant. Unlike men and their sperm, women only have so many eggs and the number dwindles as they age. Plus, I don’t think it’s my fertile period.” I didn’t entirely understand all that she was saying, and I wasn’t sure she believed it, but I certainly hoped it was true. “I’ll get on the pill as soon as we get home.” Then she added, “Your father made our life miserable for so many years, let’s not let him ruin our vacation now.” I smiled. “I can do that.” I saw what I thought was a worried expression from on my mother’s face, but it disappeared quickly when she said, “Good, let’s go to the beach and relax.”

Intrestinq.......

Hmmmm,speechless

Writing could this be love has thought me dah "a fuck that was once fucked can be refucked if the fucker and the fuckee agrees that darn that was one great fuck" Episode 12 M y mother and I were lying on the beach naked when she sat up and stared at a woman, also naked, walking up the beach. When she was a few feet away my mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman saw my mother. “Teresa,” the woman said as she stopped and stared at my mother. “Stephanie?” “Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa.” My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood there watching the two women hugged. I hadn’t missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was. Suddenly I felt my cock start to twitch. I had to will myself not to get excited. “Oh, I’m sorry,” my mother said, turning to me. “Stephanie, this is … uh … this is,” she said and paused. I realized that she was struggling to introduce me … I mean we were both naked on the beach and I was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea what to say either. Stephanie looked at me and then back at my mother. “What’s going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn’t know about,” she said with a laugh. “I can keep a secret.” “No, my husband left me years ago.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo. “Step, this is… is my son, Jerry.” Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my face and then down at my half hard cock. “Your son is on the beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was embarrassed when the girls got naked in the shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I would have never believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” she laughed. My face turned as red as my mother’s. “Quite a young man,” she said, scanning my body once again. “Not your type,” my mother said. “Maybe, and maybe not. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something like him.” My face turned redder. Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. “I was heading up to the room to change. I’m down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?” “Ah … well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, … but what about tomorrow night?” my mother said, looking to me for approval. I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend. “We’ll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I’ll set up the reservations,” my mother said. “Great. I can’t wait to catch up on what’s been happening in your life,” Stephanie said, glancing at me again and raising her eyebrows. My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see that my mother was watching too. “Well, what’s the story there?” I asked as we sat back down. “Stephanie and I were best friends from elementary school through high school. We lost touch after she left for college and I stayed home. I’ve only seen her once since then. It was when you were about five or so, but I’m sure you don’t remember. She stayed with us for a week. Her father is a mega-millionaire. I can’t believe that of all the people in the world, I run across her here on the beach.” “She’s gorgeous, but I didn’t see a ring.” “She’s not married, I’m sure.” “How do you know?” “Well, unless she married another woman,” my mother said with a laugh. Then she added, “Stephanie always liked girls better.” “She’s a lesbian?” I almost screamed. “Shhh,” my mother said, looking around. “I don’t think she is a hard core lesbian. She just likes girls better.” “Same thing as a lesbian. Too bad,” I said and smiled. “Too bad? Hey, you have your woman.” “True. But you have to admit that she is a real looker.” “Um, huh,” my mother said with a strange look in her eyes. After dinner that evening I suggested that we go out to the beach and sit to enjoy the fresh ocean air. Mom had on her robe and I told her to take it off. With a smile she dropped it from her shoulders and we walked outside and down to the beach naked. I had a bottle of wine from the hotel refrigerator—which probably cost a fortune—and a blanket. I spread the blanket on the sand between some tall grass to give us a little privacy and we sat down. I had been thinking all day about the relationship between my mom and Stephanie. It took a few glasses of wine to give me enough courage to ask some questions. “So if Stephanie was your best friend and she liked girls … uh … what was your relationship with her,” I asked rather sheepishly. My mother sighed and stared into my eyes. “I guess I should be honest with you.” Then she paused for several moments as I stared at her with great anticipation. Finally she continued, “Before I met your dad, Stephanie and I were … were, well the only word for it is lovers.” You could have knocked me over with a feather. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I swallowed hard. “Really?” I said stupidly. “Yes. I don’t know why but we just seemed to gravitate to one another.” “What … how … I mean … you know, how did it happen?” I stuttered. “Well, I guess if I told you this much I should finish it.” We turned and lay down on the blanket, facing each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, waiting for the details. “We were both eighteen and had been friends for quite some time. We were studying for midterms in high school. It wasn’t unusual for us to sleep in the same bed and run around in front of each other naked. That night I think we were getting a little loony over all the studying. It must have been two in the morning and we were laying on the bed, taking a break when her hand somehow ended up on my breast.” “What do you mean it ended up on your breast?” “I guess she did it on purpose, but it was a surprise to me. I mean we had never really done anything. Well, except that kiss on New Years Eve. That just kind of happened since both of us were guy-less at the big party. We were standing there and everyone was kissing and the next thing I know she and I were kissing. We both had a few illegal beers and maybe some spiked punch. The strange thing was that I really liked it … I’m embarrassed to admit. I hadn’t had a lot of experience kissing boys so it was kind of a novelty to me. Her lips and tongue were very soft. My head was spinning, but I don’t know if it was from the alcohol or the kiss. Anyway that was a couple of months before the incident in the bedroom.” My mother smiled when she saw that I had an erection. “Guys,” she said, shaking her head in fake exasperation. “So, she put her hand on my breast. I was only wearing a tee shirt and panties. I know she could feel my nipple become hard under her palm. The next thing I know, we were kissing, and it was as good as the first time. But this time we were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was working wonders on me and I knew my panties were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing like long lost lovers. Then she began working down my neck with little butterfly kisses—you know the kind I like—all the way to my breasts. God, did she work on my breasts. She sucked them and massaged them until I almost climaxed without even touching my pussy. Finally she looked up at me and whispered, ‘I want to eat you.’ I could feel my pussy spasm. I was breathing so hard I couldn’t answer. I just nodded. She quickly crawled between my legs and pushed them apart. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. She started kissing the wet crotch of my panties. Then she was urging my hips up so she could take them off. A moment later she was licking me. It took about ten seconds for me to grab her head and lift my hips to her tongue. She really knew how to eat pussy.” My mother paused and looked at me and said, “But not as good as you.” “Yeah, right,” I said. “Go on, please.” “There isn’t much else to tell really. She ate me until I climaxed. Then she must have done it three or four more times that night.” “And what did you do? Did you return the favor?” “You know, that is the one thing I regret. I never did her … well with the exception of using my finger on her. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not that I thought is was gross or anything, it was just that what we had done was her thing and if I did her … I don’t know, I didn’t want people to think I was a lesbian. Although I know no one would have ever known.” “Wow, what a story. I assume you two did it more than once,” I said. “Yes. Probably every weekend until the end of our senior year.” “Cool. I knew I liked her the moment I saw her,” I said with a smile. “You liked her naked body.” “Well, yeah, that too,” I laughed. “You said she came to visit when I was five and stayed a week. Did anything happen then?” “The short answer is yes. I had resolved not to let it happen again, but Stephanie always had a way of getting to me. We spent the next day, after your father left for work, in bed, only getting up to eat a quick sandwich and pee. As I said, your father would never use his mouth on me, but Stephanie loved to do it. She did me for hours, literally.” “So I was somewhere playing in the sandbox and you two were having a ball.” “Not exactly. I took you over to my mother’s place. You know she loved to have you there and always complained that I didn’t bring you over enough. She got you most of the week. Good old mom was always there when I needed her.” “I don’t remember Stephanie, but I remember grandma a little. I was, what, seven when she died.” “Yes.” “So, you think Stephanie is going to want to renew her old friendship?” “Maybe, but not very practical.” “Are you going to tell her about us?” “I’m not sure. If I don’t tell her the truth, she is going to know, I’m sure of it.” “Can you trust her?” “Absolutely. All those months we were in high school, no one ever knew about us, or even suspected as far as I know.” My mother glanced down between my legs and saw my cock throbbing. “So it looks like my little confession excited you.” “How did you guess?” I said as I reached for my cock. “Mmmm, I just had a hunch.” A moment later we were in each other’s arms kissing. My mother pulled away breathless and said, “Stand up, I want to suck your cock. And, you know what else?” “No,” I answered excitedly. “I want you to cum all over my face,” she said and giggled. I figured she had had a little too much to drink, but I wasn’t going to argue. I could feel my cock throbbing as I stood up. I watched my mother kneel in front of me. She grasped my cock and brought it to her mouth and took the head inside. “Ohhhhh,” I gasped. She sucked my cock, using her hand to stoke me at the same time. I grasped her head and rocked my hips back and forth. Within a few moments my hips began to move faster. “Mom,” I whispered, “I’m going to cum.” When I said that my mother pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. “Cum for me,” she hissed as she continued to stroke my cock. I closed my eyes for a second as my body began to tremble. Suddenly my cock lurched and blasted cum into the air. I opened my eyes in time to see the first blast hit my mother in the face. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back, catching several large gobs in her mouth. My cock seemed to keep cumming for a long time. When it finally stopped, my mother’s face was literally covered with my juices. With a smile she used her fingers to scoop it from her cheeks and into her mouth. “I think I could get addicted to your cum,” she whispered as she cleaned her fingers. I pulled her to her feet and close to me. “I love you,” I said and brought my lips to hers. She moaned as my tongue entered her mouth. “Let’s go back to the room. I need this cock again,” she said. With my cum dripping off her face, my mother grabbed my cock and led me back to the room. We fucked twice that night, with me pulling my cock out before I came. I could tell that pulling out was frustrating for my mother … I know it was for me.

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Hmmmm....eeeeeiii

D mum is possessd...

Jerry will soon have a threesome with his mother n friend.... I guess so

@Williams cant wait to know what d nxt episode unfolds

Episode 13 T he following day we went to the beach and then did some shopping at the local shops ... at least my mother did the shopping. We were in a hat shop when we saw Stephanie again. My mother gave her a hug and kiss as I stood there watching like a dummy. As the two of them talked, I couldn't help remember the stories my mom had told me about her and, as nature would have it, I started to get excited. I noticed Stephanie look over at me several times and her eyes glanced down at my crotch. I quickly turned away and acted like I was looking at a hat on the shelf. Before Stephanie left she kissed my mom again and then surprised me by leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. My mother smiled at me as Stephanie walked away. “I think she likes you,” she said and then pretended to show a jealous face. “How could she not like me … I mean I’m handsome, manly and …” I stopped when my mother hit me in the arm and then stuck out her tongue at me. “We meet in the lobby at six,” she said. “Uh, would you rather go to dinner alone? I mean she is your friend,” I said, hoping she would say no. “No,” she answered to my relief. We finished shopping and went to the beach for a while. Then back to the room for a quick nap. I wanted to start something, but mom said she was tired and that we could do something after dinner. I reluctantly agreed. It was almost six and I was waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. I had begrudgingly agreed to wear a suit and tie, but insisted that I wasn’t going to wear socks. It was a lame protest, but made me feel a little in control. I looked at my watch and yelled, “Mom, if you don’t hurry we are going to be late.” She yelled back, “Stephanie is always late so don’t worry.” A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom dressed. I gasped when I saw her. My mother is always gorgeous, but tonight she was positively radiant. She had on a pale blue Grecian style gown that touched the floor. The top covered her right shoulder but left the other bare. There was a split that went from the floor all the way to her hip on the left side. Then I saw something that made my mouth drop open. I could see the top edge of her left areola. I pointed and said, “Mom, I can see your nipple!” She looked down and giggled. “I guess I’ll have to be careful or Stephanie might get really hot for me.” I raised my eyebrows. Then I said, “Hey, how come you don’t dress like that for me all the time?” “Because I see you all the time,” she returned with a laugh. I suspected that it was more than that. I could tell that my mother was still a bit taken with Stephanie. The experiences they had had as lovers had obviously been rekindled. If I didn’t know better I would have thought my mom was trying to turn Stephanie on. As mom had predicted, Stephanie was late. When she arrived she apologized saying that she had been running behind all day. My mother smiled indulgently. I saw Stephanie glance at me and then stare at my mother. “Wow, you are as sexy as you were when we were in school,” Stephanie said. Damn, she doesn’t waste any time, I thought. “You look pretty good yourself,” my mother returned, staring at her as well. Stephanie was wearing what was obviously an expensive dress, but also relatively conservative. It was tight, outlining her large breast and narrow waist. The bodice was cut modestly as well but not particularly sexy. I’m sure she would have been gorgeous in a burlap sack. “Ummm, ummm,” I said, clearing my throat. “We’re going to lose our reservations if we don’t hurry.” The two women reluctantly agreed and we headed out. We arrived at the restaurant fashionably late. It was a ritzy place and everyone was dressed rather formally so I didn’t feel out of place wearing a suit. We were led to the table and Stephanie ordered a bottle of wine. My mom didn’t protest when I poured myself a glass. Soon after the conversation started I began to feel like a third wheel. I didn’t really mind as I was enjoying looking at the two gorgeous women. I did notice at one point that my mother’s dress had slipped down again, revealing the brown of her nipple. If mom noticed she didn’t show any indication. But, it was obvious that Stephanie noticed. I saw her eyes shift from my mother’s face to her breast and then back again several times. I noticed that Mom was squirming in her seat quite a bit. Of course that might have been because I had slipped my hand under the tablecloth and began to caress her bare thigh. I pretended to be listening to their conversation as my fingers tickled up and down my mother’s smooth and warm leg. She coughed to cover her gasp when my fingers slipped between her thighs, almost reaching her bare pussy. Then she crossed her legs, effectively cutting off the upward movement of my hand. I made a hidden face at her and kept my hand on her thigh. Most of their conversation was about school and the fun they had (outside the bedroom) growing up. Both mom and I were shocked when Stephanie said she was the president of North State College. That was where I was headed. “Oh my God,” Stephanie said. “You’ll be up there all the time visiting Jerry.” “Yes,” my mother gushed giddily, her face showing her excitement. “I can’t believe you were so close all this time.” “Well, I’ve only been there a couple of years.” “Really. And you are already the top person?” I saw Stephanie blush for the first time. She said, “Well, the truth is my father basically owns the school. I mean with all the money he has donated, he pretty much can dictate what goes on there. I’m not complaining. It’s a great job and I have total freedom to run the place as I see fit.” “This is so amazing,” my mother said excitedly. Stephanie was beaming. Both women’s faces were flushed and I could tell that there was a sexual chemistry between the two. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this development. I mean on the one hand, I was sitting with two gorgeous women, one my own mother, who had been lovers. And now my mother and I were lovers. I wondered if I should be jealous. On the other hand, damn, I was sitting with two gorgeous women who had been lovers! My eighteen-year-old libido was working overtime. After dinner the women were still talking a mile a minute. I said, “I think I’ll head back to the room.” I could see my mother looked disappointed. Then I added, “It’s okay; you ladies stay here and talk all you want. I’ll see you back at the room, Mom.” I could see a look of relief and gratitude in my mother’s eyes. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and reached my hand out to shake Stephanie’s. She pulled me down and totally surprised me again by kissing me on the lips. “I’ll probably see you tomorrow on the beach,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Uh … yes,” I stammered, thinking about her seeing me naked the other day. I hurried off to the room before they both saw my erection. I was in a deep sleep when my mother came into the room and awakened me. I turned the light on and looked at the clock; it was after 2 a.m. I smiled at her and said, “Did you have fun?” “Yes,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. “Stephanie is still a lot of fun. We went to the bar and had a few more drinks.” “I can see that,” I laughed. With that I watched as she slowly slipped off her dress to reveal her naked body. I pulled the covers off to show her that I was also naked. My cock started to swell quickly. “Mmmmm,” she said, “Looks like someone has been waiting up for me.” Then she crawled into bed naked next to me. I moaned as her lips met mine and her hand found my now throbbing cock. She pulled her lips from mine and whispered, “I bet you’ve been thinking of me with Stephanie.” I moaned in answer. “Stephanie had her hand on my thigh a second after you left. She moved over to your chair and put her hand right where your hand was.” “Mmmm,” I whispered. “You know what else? I let her play with my pussy.” My eyes opened wide. I moaned again and my mother laughed sexily. Then she started kissing down my chest. She looked up at me as she reached my cock. “You know she wants to go to bed with me again.” “Oh, Jesus,” I gasped both at what she said as well as the fact that she had taken my cock into her warm mouth. Then she pulled away, looking up at me again as she licked my cock and said, “I told her about us.” I said, “You did? What did she say?” She giggled and said, “She thought it was sexy that her best friend in high school was fucking her own son.” “Really?” “Yep. She was totally cool with it.” “Wow,” I said, watching my mother take my cock back into her mouth. I was getting close to climaxing already. But I didn’t want it to happen that quickly. I pulled my mother reluctantly from my cock. “I want to eat you,” I said. “Oh God, yes. I’m so hot.” I pushed her over and practically dove between her legs. When I spread her legs I let out a gasp. Her pussy was literally dripping with juice. Whatever the two women had talked about had really turned my mother on. “Damn are you wet,” I said, almost to myself. “Eat me,” she responded, grasping my head and pulling my mouth to her sopping pussy. I groaned and started to eat her sweet pussy. I used my tongue to dig deep into her well, finding it bubbling with juice. I sucked it down and went back for more. My mother’s hips were bucking wildly on the bed and she was gasping for breath. “Eat me, eat me,” she moaned, wrapping her thighs around my neck, threatening to smother me. I held my breath and kept eating. A moment later she was climaxing. Her hips lifted from the bed and her body stiffened as she started a long and satisfying climax. I fought to hold on to her hips as she writhed and bounced on the bed. After her convulsions slowed, her legs fell from my shoulders and her body went limp. I pulled my very wet face from her pussy and looked up at her. I was surprised to see that her face was serene and she was breathing slowly. She had either passed out or fallen to sleep. Instead of waking her I crawled up and took her into my arms, pulling the covers over us. She murmured in her sleep and snuggled into me. I lay awake for a long time thinking about the woman in my arms. I knew I was a very lucky son.

Very lucky son indeed! I guess getting to fuck ur Mama is wot u count as being lucky. I c dat soonest u wnt only be fucking ur mum but also her friend Stephenie. Just get ready for some wild experience

just get ready for a threesome

lucky son indeed

threesome on d way....#start gyming

hmm jst get ready for 3some

@kaysmart22 lol...he's already in da soup....so he's got to get much strength 4 d battle ahead... Hahahahahaa

@Williams we'r w8n tho

Episode 14 I got up early the next morning and ordered breakfast for us. When it arrived I quietly opened the door, tipped the bellhop, and pulled the table into the room. I had everything set up when I saw my mother stirring in the bed. I brought over a hot cup of coffee and sat on the bed, reaching the cup toward her sleepy face. When she smelled the coffee a smile came to her face and her sleep weary eyes brightened. “Mmmmm, thank you,” she said as she struggled to sit up in bed. She took the coffee from me and took a sip. “Wow, what time is it?” “Almost 9:30.” “Oh goodness. We are supposed to be in the lobby at ten to go diving,” my mother gasped and started to get up. “Don’t worry, I called and changed our lessons to noon.” “Thank you sweetheart. I guess I zonked last night.” “Yes you did,” I said with a smile, remembering her passing out when she climaxed. Then my mother remembered what had happened. Her face turned red and she said, “Sorry. I guess I left you high and dry last night.” “Well, not high, but hard and dry,” I laughed. “It’s okay. I was happy to be of service.” “I owe you one,” she said with a sexy smile. “You don’t owe me anything … ever,” I said sincerely. I got up and brought over a tray with eggs, bacon, and toast and sat it in front of her. As I watched her start to eat like she was starved, I said, “So you told Stephanie about us. I assume you can trust her.” It suddenly dawned on her that she had told me about that last night. “Yes we can.” “So she came on to you, huh?” “Oh, I told you that too,” she answered with a little surprise. Then she added, “What else did I tell you?” “Nothing other than she played with your pussy at the table. I know when you got home your pussy was a swamp,” I said with a laugh and saw my mother blush. “Are you mad?” she asked. “Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous woman lusting after his lover? Remember all us guys think with our cocks.” “Humm,” she said, looking at me strangely. “What?” I said. “I don’t know if I should mention this, but I guess … well,” she said and paused. “Mention what?” “Stephanie wants to be with me again. You know, just for fun,” Mom said, looking embarrassed. “Wow, what did you tell her?” I said, but I didn’t mention that she had said something about that last night. “That I would ask you. But I also said that I wanted you to be there if we did anything.” “Holy shit! Are you kidding?” My mother finally smiled. “No, I’m not kidding. Do you like that idea?” “What do you think?” I said and stood up. The bulge in my shorts was obvious. With a smile she put the tray of food aside. I guess I should take care of this,” she said reaching for the tent in my shorts. A moment later she had my shorts open and my cock out. “Mmmmm, I would say thinking about Stephanie and I together has gotten you very excited.” I moaned as she took my cock into her warm and wet mouth. My mother sucked me as she lovingly took my balls into her hands. I reached for her head and held her with my fingers in her hair, gently moving her mouth up and down on my cock. I was very excited, but I wanted it to last. When I felt my balls were about to explode, I pushed her head back. She looked up at me with surprise. Then she realized that I didn’t want to cum right away. She smiled and then started to gently lick the head. She circled it with her tongue tip, just teasing the sensitive skin. Then she ran her tongue around the ridge under the crown. My legs started to tremble as I fought for control. “I’m not going to let you cum yet,” she said and to my great frustration, sat back and picked up a piece of toast. She watched my cock throb as she slowly drank her coffee and ate the toast. Then she said, “Let’s see if I can get you close to a climax again.” “Mom!” I protested, but I secretly loved it. She was teasing me and denying me the final pleasure and as a result driving me crazy with desire. She stroked my cock with her hand and watched the head throb. Then with a giggle she got a scoop of jelly on the tip of her finger, spreading it onto the head of my cock and then slowly licked it off. “Mmmmm tastes better than the toast.” She stroked my cock again before sitting back. I watched as she scooped up more jelly but this time rubbed it on her hard nipple. “You try it,” she said, lifting her breast toward me. I leaned over and sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Sweet,” I said as I licked my lips. “Maybe I will spread it on my pussy some time and let you lick it off.” I just moaned. She grabbed my cock again and stroked it. Up and down the shaft her hand moved with agonizing slowness. Then she bent her head and licked the crown as she continued to move her hand. “Mom!” I whined. She giggled. Then she opened her mouth and took the head inside, gently sucking, her hand not moving. When I started to move my hips she stopped. “Not fair,” she said and shook her head at me. “What you’re doing is not fair,” I said with a pleading look. She teased me for a long time. When she realized that I was about ready to expire she said, “Okay, I’ll give in. But you are going to have to cum without you or me touching the shaft of your cock. I’m just going to put my mouth over the head and lick.” I was ready to agree to anything at that point. I stood there with my legs trembling as she took the head into her mouth again. I could feel her tongue working on the head, circling it, finding the slit and licking it, and working under the crown to tease the sensitive skin there. I desperately wanted to reach for her head, but held back, balling my hands into fists. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I moaned as I felt my balls begin to churn. Like a rumbling volcano I felt my cock start to throb. “I’m … I’m going to … cummm,” I gasped. My words didn’t seem to faze my mother as she continued to gently lick the head. “Ahhhhhheeeee,” I screamed as my sperm rushed up the shaft and blasted from the impossibly swollen head and deep into her mouth. I heard her moan, but she didn’t miss a beat as she swallowed my erupting load. It felt like my balls were exploding as they emptied into her sucking mouth. When the last drop was out, I staggered backward and collapsed onto a chair. My cock was still twitching as if it was trying to pump more sperm from my depleted balls. “Holy crap,” I gasped as I looked at my smiling mother. She was back to eating her breakfast as if nothing had happened.

@williams after many days! This episode is somehow short oooo! The lucky son forming to be ronantic & being teased to cum by her mum. What a lucky son indeed coz it's not all son that enjoys that feeling. U'd b invited to watch yr mum & Stephanie make out & I know it won't end without you joining the show. 3some on the way!

kings rounding up this story in 2 episodes trying my best up here....sir

hmmmm... ds mum z reli siq

@Williams waitin 4 d last two episodes

I dey here dey watch

Viz boy is really enjoyinq himself wid older women........hmmm letz see how viz would end......

Episode 15 I have to admit that I was never so nervous as I was waiting for Stephanie to arrive. Of course, I wasn't the only one nervous. My mom was fit to be tied as well. This was obviously new to both of us. I was about to watch my mother and a gorgeous woman make love. Or more precisely, watch a gorgeous woman eat my mother. (I remembered my mother saying she had never done it to Stephanie.) My instructions were that I was to sit in the chair, naked, and watch … no touching of Stephanie or her. I had, of course, readily agreed. I looked over at my mother and saw that she had a worried look on her face. I wondered what was going through her mind. Here she was about to get naked with a woman she hadn’t seen in years and make love … and if that wasn’t enough, her own son was going to watch. I also wondered if she would rather have been alone. Probably so. But while I was sympathetic to the need for privacy, wild horse could not have dragged me out of that room. I was staring at my mother thinking that she was the most gorgeous and sexiest woman I had ever seen. She had on a black bikini bottom and top. It left most of her buttocks exposed and showed the creamy swells of her gorgeous chest. I was could already see Stephanie slowly stripping off her top and bottom before getting between her legs to suck her sweet tasting pussy. My cock was already hard as I sat in the corner nervously. We both jumped when there was a knock on the door. Mom took a deep breath and strode to the door. She opened it to find a smiling Stephanie. The gorgeous woman stepped inside and closed the door quickly. A moment later she had my mother in her arms and they were kissing. It wasn’t a quick peck this time. Their lips were locked together and I could tell that Stephanie had her tongue in my mother’s mouth. I hear my mom moan. Both women were breathing hard when they parted. “Hi,” Stephanie said to my mother. Then she looked over at me and smiled brightly. I was sitting in a chair in the corner, naked, trying to hide my already hard cock. “I see someone is excited to see me,” she said, nodding toward me. “He’s not the only one,” my mother answered. “I don’t think I have been this nervous since the first time you seduced me.” “Did I do that?” she asked as innocently as she could. “Yes you did.” “Okay, I did. You were like a babe caught in the spider’s wicked web,” she said and laughed. “I had been planning that for a long time.” Then her face turned serious and she reached up and gently touched my mother’s face. “That was so sweet. There has never been anyone else that I enjoyed so much. You know I was madly in love with you.” My mother blushed and nodded her head. “I knew,” she whispered. Then they were kissing again. This time my mother was more aggressive. Her hands slipped behind Stephanie and down to the cheeks of her shapely ass. Stephanie was the one that moaned this time and pulled away, gasping for breath. “Whew,” she said. “Let me get out of these clothes. I watched with my cock throbbing as Stephanie began to take off her clothes. Mom watched too. When she was naked she pulled my mother into her arms again and kissed her. Then she started kissing down her neck. My mother glanced over at me and when she saw me stroking my cock she smiled. She closed her eyes as Stephanie quickly stripped off her top and then began to suck her nipples. My mother held her head to her breast as if she was cradling a baby. Yet, the moans and sucking sounds would never have come from a child. Stephanie worked on one tit and then the other, sucking and biting the nipples until they were as hard as pencil erasers and shining with saliva. Stephanie didn’t waste any time. She pushed my mother back to the bed until she was sitting. Then she knelt at her feet, bending her head to kiss my mother’s thighs. “Let’s get these off,” she said, stripping the panties from my mother’s hips. My mother fell back on the bed, letting Stephanie open her legs. “Damn, you always were a wet one,” she said with a laugh. With a moan her head dipped between my mother’s legs. “Oh Jesus, Stephanie,” my mother cried. She grabbed her head as if she was afraid Stephanie was going to try to escape. I could hear the sucking sounds from Stephanie’s ravenous mouth over the cries from my mother’s lips and I was suddenly worried that I was going to climax without touching my cock. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to watch another woman eat my mother. It was apparent that not only did Stephanie love what she was doing, but that she was also very good at it. “Oh yes, oh yes, eat me, Steph,” my mother cried. Her hips began to move side-to-side and then up and down. Her hands were tangled in Stephanie’s hair and it looked like she was pulling it. If Stephanie minded she showed no indication. “Oh God, I forgot how good your mouth is,” my mother hissed. Her legs lifted and wrapped around Stephanie’s neck. I had been between my mother’s strong thighs and now I wondered how the poor woman was going to breath. Since she didn’t come up for air, I assumed she had a way of breathing through her nose with her mouth pressed between my mother’s gushing pussy lips. I wished I could get a closer view. “That’s it, that’s it, stick your tongue in meeeee,” Mother cried. “Oh God, Steph, not my clit,” she screamed. Then I saw my mother freeze. A low moan started deep in her throat and quickly became a wale as she started to climax. I saw her toes curl and the muscles in her thighs bulge. Her hips bucked upward as Stephanie tried to hang on to my mother’s convulsing body. After a few long moments, I saw my mother begin to relax; yet, Stephanie didn’t come up for air. Her head kept moving between my mother’s thighs without pause. I heard my mother moaning. “No, no, Steph,” she gasped as if she wanted her to stop. But she made no move to push her away. A few minutes later my mother was climaxing again, and then again. It was obvious that Stephanie loved to eat pussy. I looked at the clock and saw she had been between my mother’s legs for over forty-five minutes and was showing no sign of stopping. Finally, my mother had to push her away. Stephanie’s very wet face had a dazed look as she sat back. “It’s your turn,” my mother said as she pulled Stephanie from her kneeling position. “Huh?” Stephanie said. “The one thing I have always regretted from the times we were together is that I never ate you.” With a surprised look on her face, Stephanie said, “You don’t have to do that.” “I know. But I want to.” “Oh God,” Stephanie gasped as she let my mother push her onto the bed. I echoed Stephanie’s words in a whisper. I sat forward in my chair, making sure I kept my hands away from my throbbing cock, as my mother positioned Stephanie in the center of the bed. Then she knelt between her thighs and said, “You know I’ve never done this before. Will you show me?” “I’d love to. But I think you will know what to do,” Stephanie said with a broad smile. Then she laid back and spread her legs wide. I could see her shaved pussy glistening with excitement. I couldn’t take it any longer and stood up, taking a few steps until I was standing beside the bed. I figured they could yell at me if I was too close. My mother glanced at me but didn’t say anything. Stephanie’s eyes were closed. I watched from the side of the bed as my mother began kissing down the inside of Stephanie’s thighs. I saw goose bumps form on her legs and saw her thigh muscles quiver. Her face was scrunched up as if she was fighting to hold back a scream. My mother’s lips left a wet trail down one of Stephanie’s thigh before she moved to the other side. She placed little kisses and bites on the soft skin before using her tongue to trace her way toward the swollen pussy lips. I could see Stephanie anticipating my mother’s mouth but was denied. My mom was teasing her like she had done me earlier that morning. Damn, she was learning to be quite a lover, I thought as a smile came to my face. “Please,” Stephanie begged. Having too much fun, my mother resisted Stephanie’s attempt to pull her head to her pussy. Continuing to drive her crazy she brushed her lips across Stephanie’s pussy and moved up to the soft skin of her stomach, just below her navel, where she planted kisses. When Stephanie moaned, my mother giggled and continued to lick and kiss her stomach. “God, Teresa, if you don’t kiss my pussy soon, I’m going to explode.” “Oh, that’s what you’re supposed to do. I was wondering about that,” my mother teased. “Let me see how this works,” she said moving her tongue to the top of Stephanie’s pubic mound. Then she slowly moved her tongue downward, across her clit and onto the swollen inner lips. “Ohhhhh,” Stephanie moaned in frustration. I could see my mother’s tongue flicking up and down and from side to side. Then she reached under Stephanie’s legs and pushed her thighs upward until they were pressing on her heaving breasts. Now her mouth hovered over the wet and swollen lips. With a growling sound, my mother dropped her mouth and covered Stephanie’s pussy.

Hmmmmm..... U be spectator?? Why u no join them at once......

Omo wo leyi na

Hmmmmm, what sort of family is this

Silly mother

hmmmm.... spectator u bi...???

Patience z key... Jerry...id will soon b ur turn

Episode 16 “Ahhhhhheeeee,” Stephanie screamed. Her hips lifted upward and her thighs jerked under my mother’s sucking mouth. I swear I thought the woman was going to expire as her body shook and convulsed. My mother kept sucking as the thrashing woman beneath her climax. But mom wasn’t done. Just as Stephanie had done to her, my mother kept at it. Within a minute or two she was climaxing again. I was astounded by both women’s capacity for pleasure for as soon as Stephanie was done climaxing they moved into a sixty-nine position and started all over again. I began to wonder if either one of them was going to survive. Fortunately for me, they did. It took a while for my mother and Stephanie to recover. I watched, my cock still hard, as they lay on the bed and cuddled. They were whispering and giggling like two schoolgirls. Several times they looked over at me and giggled. I wondered what was transpiring between the two of them. Finally my mother got up and came over to me. She sat on my lap, avoiding squishing my still hard cock. She nuzzled my neck and when whispered, “Stephanie wants to watch us make love. She’s never seen a man and woman fuck.” I looked at her with my eyes wide in shock. “Uh … really?” I said. My mother nodded, her face red with embarrassment or excitement … I couldn’t tell which. “Do you want to?” I asked, my excitement growing. “If you do,” she answered. Like any horny teenager, I said yes … actually I nodded my head, afraid my voice would crack with excitement. My mother stood up and nodded to Stephanie. Her face broke into a wide grin. Then she got up and left the bed for us taking my position on the chair. My mother grasped my cock and led me over to our bed. We started out very self-conscious, feeling Stephanie’s eyes on our every move. But as I kissed my mother passionately our excitement took over. Suddenly we were like actors on a stage, putting on a show for an appreciative audience. I kissed down my mother’s neck until I reached her still hard nipples. I sucked and licked them for a long time, trying not to be outdone by what Stephanie had done to my mother. I wanted to prove I was as good as any woman when it came to making love. When both breasts were wet with my saliva, I pushed my mother onto her back. “God I want to put my cock into you,” I whispered loud enough for Stephanie to hear. That was the one thing she couldn’t do with my mother. “Yes, fuck me. Fuck your mother,” she said, also loud enough for Stephanie to hear. I heard a moan from across the room and turned. Stephanie was lying back in the chair, her legs thrown over the arms and her fingers rubbing her pussy frantically. She was staring at us with wide eyes. I made a show of crawling between my mother’s thighs and lifting and spreading her legs. “Put your son’s cock in your pussy,” I ordered. With a little moan, my mother reached for my throbbing cock. I could feel it throb in her hand and desperately hoped that I wouldn’t shoot my load before I even had a chance to fuck her. I tried to think of anything but what was going on in this room … baseball, school, cars, anything. It worked and the crisis passed. With a low growl I slipped my cock into my mother. Her warm pussy caressed my cock with a now familiar pulsing. The swollen walls sucked me in until my balls touched her ass. “Oh Jesus, Mom, I’m in your pussy all the way,” I said in a husky voice, loud enough for Stephanie to hear. I knew Stephanie could plainly see my cock going into my mother’s pussy. She was but several feet from where our sexual parts were joined. I pressed my body to mother, feeling her softness from my chest to my toes. The room was spinning. Suddenly it was only me and my mother in the room. I no longer knew or cared that someone was watching us. “Fuck meee!!!” my mother screamed as she bucked her hips upward and then back down, letting my cock slip out to the head. I looked into her eyes to see deep pools of love. I brought my lips to hers and as my tongue plunged into her mouth, my cock did the same to her welcoming hole. A groan escaped my lips as her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me down deeper. The head of my cock touched the back of her canal and she groaned in pleasure. “God, I could keep my cock in you forever,” I said, knowing that her squeezing pussy would make that impossible in just a few minutes. My hips began to move slowly. Up and out, and then back in until the head was settled at the entrance to her birth canal. Out and in again I moved bringing a steady whine of pleasure from both our lips. I vaguely heard moaning from somewhere in the room and remembered Stephanie. When I looked over, she was still in the same position, her juice covered fingers moving in and out of her pussy in a blur. From the look on her face, I figured she was in a state of perpetual climax. Then I forgot all about Stephanie as my mother’s fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, urging me to fuck her. I did. Soon moans were echoing from the walls of the hotel room and the sounds of Stephanie’s fingers in her sloppy pussy, matched the sound of my cock pounding in and out of my mother. “Oh Jerry, I’m going … to … to … cummmm …” my mother gasped. I responded, “God Mom, I have to pull out … I’m going to cum too.” “No … no … no … don’t pull out. Cum in me … I need your cum … cum in me please,” she begged. I don’t think I could have stopped if I wanted to, but her words drove me crazy with lust. I bellowed as my mother cried out with her climax, and I began to pour my potent seed into her pussy. It blasted out of me in torrents, filling her willing hole until it overflowed. My mother kept climaxing even after I had emptied my balls. But the squeezing of her still milking pussy kept my cock from growing soft and after a few moments I was pounding into her with all my strength again. I worked in and out like a man possessed, bringing on climax after climax for her. At one point I noticed Stephanie standing close to the bed, like I had done, watching us. That served to spur me on. I flipped my mother over until she was on her hands and knees with her head buried in the pillows and fucked her from behind. When she finally collapsed onto the bed, I followed, still pounding into her until my second climax took me to heaven again. I rolled away from my mother, lying on my back gasping for breath. Then I felt movement on the bed and saw Stephanie crawling between my mother’s legs. “Oh God, Steph,” my mother gasped as the insatiable woman buried her face between her juice splattered thighs. Another gasp came from her lips as Stephanie’s mouth covered her swollen and well- used pussy. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: a gorgeous woman on her knees eating my mother’s cum filled pussy. The result was to bring on another erection for me. I watched as Stephanie brought my mother pleasure with her mouth again. Then when she was done, I rolled my mother on her side and slipped my cock in from behind and, as Stephanie kissed my mother, I fucked her to several more climaxes. With two huge climaxes under my belt, I couldn’t go again, but I certainly enjoyed trying. We didn’t get together with Stephanie again, but she joined us on the beach a couple of times. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but we soon got used to it. One day we stayed on the beach until most everyone had left. My mother was lying on one side of me, and Stephanie on the other. I had put a towel over my lower half to keep from getting burned. I leaned over and kissed my mother. I felt her hand slip under the towel. A few moments later my cock was tenting the towel. I glanced over at Stephanie and saw her watching. I felt a chill of excitement go through me and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt another hand on my thigh. When I opened my eyes I saw that Stephanie had slipped her hand under the towel as well. Incredibly I know had two women’s hands on my cock. I gasped as both women began to move their hands up and down in unison. When I looked over at my mother she was lying back with her eyes closed. Then I saw that Stephanie was doing the same thing. I dropped my head back and moaned. The combination of two hands on my cock brought me to the critical point very quickly. I whispered, “I’m going to cum.” The result was that both Stephanie and my mother moved their hands faster until I was pumping my seed onto my stomach. Without a word, both women pulled their hands from my cock and then wiped them on the towel. I took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. Stephanie left for home the next day with my mother promising to come and visit. With tears in her eyes, Stephanie kissed my mother and then, to my surprise, kissed me passionately. And then she was in the cab heading to the airport. The second week of our vacation was as wonderful as the first. Mom and I were like newlyweds. We enjoyed the sights, but enjoyed our evenings and nights in bed even more. We became careful again and I did not cum in her for the rest of the trip. We both figured we had taken enough of a risk already. It was a small concession. We were both sad when we had to leave our island paradise. Now we had to go back home and be careful. We both knew there were great risks for us if someone suspected something. However, we also knew that we would have private times that would make up for all the risk. Mom told me she wanted me to sleep with her. Unfortunately I couldn’t move my stuff into her room for obvious reasons. Still spending every night in bed with her was enough for me.

Hmmmm

Oh Jerry the sopectator! Wot a sight and adventure u beheld but I'm slightly disappointed at u for not also straffing Stephenie even when its obvious she fancied having a feel of ur cock.

Love sha

Episode 17 T wo weeks later: I was whistling to myself as I got out of my Jeep and went into the house. I found my mother in the kitchen sitting at the table. She had a strange look on her face. Since we had returned from vacation, we had been inseparable. Of course she had to go back to work, but every free moment we spent together. We no longer questioned our love for each other or even discussed whether it was wrong or right. We knew how lucky we were and that we would always be together. Nothing in this world would ever change that. We had, however, discussed options for us when I went away to school, including her trying to find a job near the college or me finding a college closer to home. Neither seemed practical, so we were still in a quandary about what to do. Fortunately we didn’t let that get in the way of our love, or our constant lovemaking. Unfortunately we have been using condoms for sex, which both of us dislike, but we wanted to be safe. Mom had an appointment with the doctor today to get a prescription for birth control pills. Because of the doctor’s appointment, the look on her face worried me. “Hi,” I said. “Hi,” she returned without enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly scared. Had the doctor found something wrong … a lump on her breast or some such thing? “Sit down, Jerry.” This was serious, I thought as I pulled out a chair and sat at the table close to her. “You know I had an appointment with the doctor today for birth control pills.” I nodded. “Well as part of the physical, he did some blood tests.” What’s wrong, my brain screamed, but I knew enough to keep my mouth shut until she got out what she was saying. I saw my mother take a deep breath and there were tears in her eyes. I was almost shaking now. “Jerry …” she said and paused. What is it, my mind screamed? “Jerry, I’m pregnant!” Epilogue tomorrow....all this gost readers no allow me write season 4......

Haba @Williams u have us that are constant with u and for our sake, u shld continue with the next season oooooo! At least that shld be our reward. I wonder y all of them are getting pregnant except the season 1 mother

OOOH GHOST READERS I HATE U, I ATE U GHOSTREADERS HAHAHAHA WHO ARE THEY? CARI ON MAN

Reverend father willz..........nice one

hahaha...u got no ghostreaders.... we got ur bak we'll b waitn 4 season 4

I knew it would lead 2 viz....... Still waitinq 4 dey finale

epilogue I almost fell out of my chair. Suddenly my head was spinning and I felt like I might throw up. I was silent for a long time, just staring at my mother. Then I her tears trickling down her cheeks and I realized I had to pull myself together. “Are you sure?” I asked, stupidly. “Yes.” Suddenly I was on my knees hugging my sobbing mother. “God, I’m so sorry, mom,” I said as tears started streaming down my cheeks. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart,” she said between sobs. “It’s as much my fault as it is yours,” I said. “Well, we can argue about that, but it’s not going to help.” “What are we going to do?” I asked. “I don’t know.” “I mean, there are doctors that can do something, right?” I said. She looked at me with shock, but then her eyes soften. She knew that I wasn’t thinking straight and that neither of us could do something like that. “That is not an option for us,” she said, placing her hand on my face softly. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said and kissed her hand. “Maybe we could move somewhere where no one knows us. I could get a job and we could live as husband and wife.” My mother smiled for the first time. “I like that idea, but I don’t think it’s really possible.” Suddenly an idea dawned on me. My face brightened. “Mom, what about Stephanie?” “What about her?” “She is head of North State University. Maybe she can get you a job at the school or somewhere else. The school’s far enough away to be relatively safe. I could still go to college, you could work there, and I could get a part time job to help. No one would know about us.” My mother frowned first and then her face brightened. “Jerry, you might have something there. I know Stephanie has a lot of contacts and I also know she would love to have us … well me up there.” She laughed and added, “She likes you too.” I said, “Why don’t you call her?” “Okay,” my mother said, suddenly in a much- improved mood. “Why don’t you get the grill started and I’ll give her a buzz.” As I came back into the house after putting burgers on the grill, Mom walked into the kitchen. This time there was a big smile on her face. “Good news?” I asked. “Wonderful news. Stephanie says they have an opening for a marketing director at the school. I told her what I made and she said they could match that and that they had better benefits. She was really excited about the possibility.” “Did you tell her about being … you know, pregnant?” “Yes. I didn’t want to lie to her,” she said. “And she was okay with it?” “Not only okay, but she seemed really excited.” “About the baby or you being near her?” I asked with a smile. “Both I think. I have arranged for us to drive up there this weekend and work out the details.” “Whoopee,” I screamed and rushed to my mother, picking her up, spinning her around several times. Then I remembered that she was with child and put her down quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t hurt anything did I?” My mother laughed and said, “I’m not that delicate just because I’m pregnant … with your baby.” Suddenly it dawned on me … I was going to be a father. My face obviously showed my surprise. “Ah, just realized you are going to be a daddy, huh?” “Yes. Wow,” I said. “Are you upset?” “No,” I almost screamed and picked her up and spun her around again. “Okay, I said I wasn’t delicate, but not indestructible,” she laughed. “So when are we moving? Oh yeah, we have to find a house near campus and think about movers and …” “Slow down, sweetheart. We have plenty of time. First of all, a small house on campus comes with the job and the school arranges the move and pays the movers.” “Holy sh …” I started to say and stopped, reaching out to touch her stomach. My mother laughed again. “Don’t worry, the baby can’t hear anything yet.” “I’m going to be a father,” I said again. “Yes you are, Daddy, but don’t you think you should check on the burgers first.” “Shit,” I yelled as I looked out to see the smoke rising. “Why don’t you shut the grill off and come with me upstairs. I think some celebrating is in order.” With a big smile I ran outside and turned off the grill. I hurried back inside and grabbed my mother, picking her up in my arms and carrying her upstairs. Doesn’t get any better then this, I thought, as I closed the door to our bedroom. please don't come peeking this is love...thanks Jerry singing out Could this be love returns next month......if I get up to 100 comments from 100 different awesome people answering if this is love.....reach me on 08162691408....n we talk....

Wow!!! Well From my own assessment of the story so far........I would say dis is love bt letz jex say it's Love wid the wronq person........ 100 commentz??? Haba broz abeq come continue wid dey season 4 bicco..... *Wonderful one*

Call u? :-) u joking..anyways jus tag us when u decide to continue.Nice story tho

lol...100 comments...

ion fnk dis luv....#dey were jx tryin tu satisfy dia sexual urge n id ended duh way

So awesome, dis story ffit to dey make person dey get crazy fantasies oooo

This can never be love,it just lust nd infuatution that they just allow to go beyond its limits,,,pls i hope u wil continue with the ongoing one...kudos!!!!!

well since u asked,dis isn't love dude;it's madness. I believe it must be happening somewhere though. as they say ''there nothing new under d sun''. butz itz really crazy.. crazy.

Nyc story sir,bt wish d love is btw 2 young pple

Finally I met up.... Yes and No.... +×+=(strong)+....... The mother to son love is dere and added with another love, what do u expect=crazy Love... Guy do u mean the 100comments?

It was infatuation & lust borne out of horniness & curiousity which eventually turned in2 luv at last though such a luv is out of place & morally degraded.

@Williams have u started d season 4..????

abeggi! how u go call dis won love Haba . Part1 mother and son Part2 mother and son Part3 mother and son . . .we no c any teenage boy and girl . we no c sugar mummy and daddy . we no c wife/husband with concubine . we no c husband and wife together . we no c son with mothers friend . we no c friend with husband . we no c all these ones . u com day ask if na love . it is definitely no . . . . . . . . . .. . . .... . . . . . . it is nothing but lust . . . .Mother and Son making sex (not love) HMMN . .eleyi gidi gan o

Abeg no mind haterz continue joor

@Williams ..whr u dey naw

dont kip us waitin kd boi. Season 4

I dey I see things others don't ooo maybe wen I'm done

Could this be love......???? A question dah begs for an answer from the stables of the kaduna boy n my sister the kaduna girl we bringing a shaking tale braking tale of a family.....nt a true life story n rated 21+ we just came back from Atlanta where we saw this happen.....family bond...could this be love season 4...this guy makes Tommy, josh n Jerry look like boys find out more on tosinsliverdam.com....primers on....july 15....==gon be a long ride......thanks

OK...we'l b waitn tho

2day is 21st.. I guess u'v already started d season 4.!! @williams kaduna boi

Dis z nt luv bt madness.

Waitn for season 4

This is a very delicate issue, sons bleeping mothers, i thought these things only happen in the animal kingdom....from season 1 to season 3 anyway, i love the sexcapades, dont fail to infom me when the next season kick off. More greese on your elbow @Williams kaduna boi

dis is nt love

Nice story

Did kind of mother ooo I don't understand her

Hext ple

Nice story

Loi

AWESOME

Chai

Something else

love indeed???? lust indeed???? self piting????

Kip ridin am at ur bek

Reading silently, and would kument at de end of d story

Well in my own openion This is love. Bt from a diff point of view i would be force to say: This is not love. okay this is love in de sence dat all wat hapened hapened with de consent of love and naturall fealings. Bt is is weired to note dat de love actually hapened betwen a son and his mother which is an abomination is AFRICA. Bt each tym i wonda y d love had to happen betwen mom and son. Cus in my own point of view, no mata how sexcy and gurgious ur moma is u were not supose to get sexually atracted to her. Reason being dat she's ur blood i.e de same bløöd flows in de both of u. Okay now i would say dis is not love in de sence dat dey r related as moda and son, & wat hapened had to hapened bkus they looked beyond dem self as moda and son to a man and a woman who are not related by blood, therby 4goin the fact that dey are related by blood. & den alowing demself to nuture sexual fealings 4 eachoda. & as fa as i'm concern she's ur mum does nt mean u should walk neked in d house tinkin noting can hapen..