The Mom Memories - Chapter 15 - Alwayswantedto - Literotica

 The Mom Memories Ch. 15

by alwayswantedto©

All characters are 18 years or older.

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I have to admit I'm depressed. I now knew that Mom was not the simple victim of my father's clandestine affair with my grandmother, that she could be devious, and that she had desires of her own that could be considered wild if not beyond the pale. Even when I thought I was in control, I had been played yet I still wanted to have edgy sex with Mom, I just lacked confidence that I could meet her expections.

On the other hand, I felt I was falling in love with Mary as a person and wanted a relationship with her outside of sex, and wanted sexual interactions with her that were more caring and romantic. But though I believed this feeling was reciprocated on her part, I also knew she couldn't deny her son and, after the morning's episode against the fridge, I knew she would spread for his cock any time he wanted it, that she may even come to crave it.

I withdrew into the stories, looking for more letters, especially from William, Craig, Mark, Jack and Kevin. The first one I found was an update from Craig (Chapter 14).

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Hello group. Craig here, carrying on with my story, about me and my Mom, Myra.

I woke to sunlight streaming in the window through the venetion blinds and the sound of a radio drifted through the half ajar bedroom door. That was Mom's voice singing along and I could tell that Nana and Gramps weren't home simply by the relative modernity of the music that was playing. It was almost ten o' clock so I was about to get up but stopped when Mom's singing started getting louder, indicating she was coming this way. I didn't want to get caught half out of bed with my morning hard pushing my shorts out, so I stayed put.

"Morning," Mom cheerfully sang out, brushing past the door with a tray full of juice, eggs and toast, walking toward me. "Sit up," she said, leaning over to set the tray down. There was even coffee, and slices of apple and oranges.

"Wow Mom. Thanks."

"You think I'm not going to look after you just because we're away? Anyway, I have a favor to ask later."

Mom walked around the bed unbelting her robe as she went.

"We're on our own until supper. Nana and Gramps are out for the day. So eat your breakfast and think about what we should do."

My eyes had been following Mom and I stopped chewing the piece of toast lodged in my mouth when she opened her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was still dressed in the slip she'd worn to bed last night, clearly braless and probably without panties. Instinctively, I used both hands to steady the tray in my lap which was suddenly in danger of rocking off to one side, leaving the toast to hang precariously from my mouth.

Mom crawled onto the bed, providing me with a wonderful view down the bodice of her slip as she paused to puff up the pillows on her side before twisting around to sit back against them on top of the covers with her knees drawn up.

"Any bright ideas?" she asked as she reached to pick up the jar of skin cream.

I grasped the toast with one hand and began chewing as Mom dipped her fingers into the jar and started spreading the cream on her leg, rubbing it into her calf muscles with long strokes that stretched right down over the top of her foot to her toes.

"Can you turn the TV on?" she asked.

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on without taking my eyes off her, thumbing the channel listing on.

"Next page," Mom said after seeing nothing interesting in the first screen of listings.

She had moved on to her other leg. After paging through all the listings and then back, Mom finally selected a show to watch and finished that leg. I thought she might move on to her upper legs next and my midsection was already anticipating seeing her pull her slip higher so she could rub the cream on but she didn't. Instead, she began applying the cream to her arm, holding it out while she ran her hand up and down its length, twisting to make sure she was getting good coverage.

"Eat your eggs before they get cold," Mom chided me.

I busied myself with my meal, feeling as if I'd just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, but soon turned my attention back to Mom. It was arousing watching her slowly massage her arm, especially the far one since I could watch her breast move under her outstretched arm, the slip pulling tightly against it to accent its outline. When she changed arms, looking in my direction again, I turned to finish my breakfast so she didn't catch me staring.

The show had changed by the time Mom finished her arms, shoulders and her neck and she seemed to be quite interested in the women's talk show that came on. I set the tray down on the floor and sat back to drink my coffee. Mom, intent on the show, scooped up some more cream and absently tugged on her slip which, because her knees were still up, fell high on her thighs. Almost as an after thought, she tucked the slip between her legs, perhaps being aware at some level that she wasn't wearing panties, but I think it seemed to be an unconscious action.

Mom started to apply the cream much more slowly, her attention riveted on the discussion between several of the women on TV. My attention, on the other hand, was on the way her hand moved over her soft upper thighs. She slid her feet down the bed so that her knees lowered about a foot or so but didn't lay flat on the bed but were still slightly bent and open so she could easily move her cream covered hand between her legs. After watched this for several minutes and her preoccupation with the talk show, I made a quiet suggestion.

"Would you like me to do that for you Mom?"

"What? ..." Mom was distracted, still watching the TV but starting to turn her head toward me. I stiffened, thinking I had made a boo boo until she said, "Oh, would you?"

"Sure," I answered, taking the cream and dipping my fingers into the jar.

"Your father used to do this for me, you know," her head was already returning to the TV. "He used to do lots of things," she mumbled. I applied the first stroke of cream on the top of her thigh, near her knee. "You don't mind?" she asked.

"No," I replied quietly, pushing my cream covered hand toward her hip, fingers trailing down the inside of her leg.

I hope this is an hour long show, I thought as I resupplied my hand and languidly applying the cream. Several minutes later, the show went to commercials. I was about to retreat to the more neutral territory of her knee while the commercials were on when Mom closed her eyes and sank back in the pillows, so I continued pushing higher, and lower, into softer and softer turf. I didn't try to touch sacred ground but I certainly came close.

When the commercials ended, Mom opened her eyes and resumed her intent consumption. I changed legs and began working my way from that knee toward the enchanted forest again. I could see the faint outline of my mother's bush under the material she had tucked between her legs and she definitely wasn't wearing panties.

I was creaming near the chapel when the commercials started again and yes, it was an hour long show. Mom closed her eyes and relaxed into the pillows, allowing me to continue applying the cream. She didn't make a fuss about me overworking that same upper area, switching back and forth from thigh to thigh. She seemed to be simply enjoying the rest. My fingers were stretching down between her legs perilously close to a taboo scraping when the show started again.

Mom didn't open her eyes.

"Mom," I whispered. "Your show's on."

I whispered again when she didn't respond. She opened her eyes, startling me even though I'd been calling her. My hand froze, holding the inside of her thigh, and again I felt caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

"You know, I think I'm just going to have a little nap. I was up so early with Nana and Gramps." Mom's eyes closed again.

I looked down at my hand, reluctant to let go, wanting to continue touching her, to keep this newfound intimacy.

"Would you like me to do your back?" I asked.

Mom didn't answer. Instead, she sat up and turned away, my hand slipping off her leg, until her back faced me. Still not answering, she raised her hands to brush the slip's straps off both shoulders, then awkwardly pulled her arms out. I was stunned and fascinated as she pushed the slip down to her waist. I couldn't see her breasts but knew they were bare, hanging freely in front of her.

She twisted then, stretching her legs out and turning face down onto the bed. I only caught a glimpse of her tits as they dangled under her body before she lowered herself and hid them from my sight. Tentatively, since she hadn't actually said yes to my request, I put some cream on her shoulder.

"Mmmmmm,"

I moved my hand in a circle on her shoulder before trailing my fingers down her spine to the small of her back.

"Mmmmmmm,"

I guess I had my answer.

As I began applying more liberal quantities of the skin cream, working all over her back and up her sides, Mom whispered, "Your Dad used to get quite naughty when he did this," she paused, then added, "but that was a long time ago."

She didn't speak again. I massaged and massaged the cream into her back until she was breathing deeply and regularly. I changed then from doing her back to stroking all around the edges. Along the top of the slip where it lay across her buttocks, down along her sides, along the swell of her breasts where they squished out from between her chest and the mattress, up and down her spine and then over to the other side. I pushed the slip up the slope to rest on the rise of her buttocks and paused once in a while to marvel at how sexy she looked, the beauty of her glistening contours.

I wasn't sure what else I could do. Though I was sure Mom was asleep, there was no way I could squeeze my hands between the mattress and her breasts though I dearly wanted to touch her tits. Stretching my hand over her back, I grasped her far hip and gently but steadily exerted pressure, lifting up and toward me. Slowly, slowly, her hip began to rise, then suddenly she twisted onto her side, back toward me, moving about until she settled into a comfortable position with her knees bent and slightly in front of her.

I leaned over her to look at her breasts, now hanging free. I could see all of them. Her bare tits. After waiting a few minutes for her breathing to settle down, I cautionsly brushed my fingers up her side and over the swell of her tits on the upper side. I was elated when she didn't react. Scooping up a copious quantity of the cream, I returned my hand to the meaty swell of her tit and mushed it down over the underside, cupping the full weight of her breast and spreading the cream up and over, my palm dragging over her nipple, bending it flat, pressing in to squeeze the cream all around it.

I stopped, my hand gripping her tit. Had her breathing changed? No. A thrill swept through me again and I started spreading the cream down to the other tit. Soon, I was fondling both tits, almost mauling them in my excitement but eventually backed off and began a more sensitive massage and manipulation of her nipples. These began to fascinate me and I spent a lot of time rubbing them, twisting my slippery fingers all around them, pushing them in, bending them, pulling them out.

I realized after a while that my boner was poking into Mom's backside. Looking down, I could see it tenting out from my shorts. My legs were still under the covers but my pelvis was above. Deliberately, I aimed my tented shorts at her ass and shifted forward, my boner poking into the fleshy part of her ass. I experimented with poking it in and out there but suddenly lost control as an incredible feeling burst through me, jabbing my cotton covered boner between her cheeks, holding her hip to bring her tighter against me.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ahhhhhhhhh."

I jerked against her, then quickly pulled back in a panic as I realized I couldn't come against her or she'd know. When my contractions finished, I pulled Mom's slip higher on her hips and quietly snuck off the bed into the bathroom where I cleaned myself up and rinsed my shorts out before throwing them in the laundry. Grabbing another pair of shorts, I returned to bed, clicked off the TV, and lay down facing away from her, hoping to convince Mom that I too had fallen asleep. Though I had just woken up an hour earlier, I did.

My eyes popped open and looked frantically around. Something had woken me up. I strained to hear, listening for telltale sounds in case Nana or Gramps were home. Nope. The only sound I could hear was the radio Mom had left on.

Mom. I looked down. I was still laying on my right side. Her arm was draped over my waist, underneath my own arm, but her hand, her hand was resting limply on the bed, right in front of my jockey shorts. Then the thing that undoubtedly woke me up happened again. Mom's delicate hand moved and cupped my jockeys, palm and fingers cupping my already hard cock down its full length. I was just getting used to the exquisite sensations imparted by her hand when it dropped away again to lay limply on the mattress.

My eyes hurt, I was watching her hand so intently. Move, I thought. Move. Suddenly, it did just that, cupping me like before, my cock lurching against her hand though it was constrained by the tight jockeys. Was she dreaming? Did she think her arm was around Dad? Dare I push my jockeys down so I could feel her hand on my bare cock? Her hand dropped away again.

Mom! Stop!

No. Don't stop. I mean, stop taking your hand away.

Please touch me again. Please hold it.

Ahhhh glory. Yes, that's good. Don't let go.

I pushed myself against her hand, daring to move my hips just the slightest bit to extract all the exquisiteness I could pull from her touch, rubbing a minute stroke in her palm. Oh, God.

Oh no. Her hand had loosened. It didn't just drop away like before, but I could feel it loosening. Please don't take it away. Oh, oh, oh, God. Oh God. Yes.

My cock was still loosely cupped by Mom's palm but her fingers had curled away and now her fingernails were scratching their way up my shaft. She was under the tip now, scratching so softly back and forth with two or three fingernails, constantly. God. I was going to come again. I couldn't stop it.

It's coming. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Jesus. So good.

Mom's hand fell away. The front of my jockeys were soaked but the tight waistband had stopped my spunk from escaping. As I lay there, wondering what to do, Mom's arm slid away, dragging her wonderful soft hand and fingers with it. I turned to look behind me a moment later. She was laying on her back, beautiful breasts uncovered, rising and falling with her even breathing. I escaped once more to the bathroom to clean myself. I had to sneak back in naked to get another pair of shorts, boxers this time. Carefully, I slid under the covers and pretended to be asleep. Mere minutes later, Mom woke up.

My head was twisted down toward my feet but actually I watched through slitted eyes as Mom sat up, her tits jiggling to a standstill, looking gorgeous through the mirror at the end of the bed. She stretched, arching her back, her sexy thick nipples pointing at the roof. Her arms fell to her sides as she relaxed. She turned to look at me then at herself, at her bare chest. I could see her examine herself, then her arm, lifting and crossing it in front of her, comparing it to her chest, turning her head to look at me then back at her chest and arm, both glistening in the early afternoon light. She smiled.

Mom snaked her arms through the slip's straps and pulled it up over her breasts. Smiling to herself again, she grabbed my shoulder and shook me.

"Wake up. Come on lazybones. Wake up."

I 'woke' slowly, feigning revival from a deep slumber.

"Come on, let's go out." Mom was off the bed and walking around toward the bathroom. "Get dressed while I get a shower."

We had a great afternoon. We spent time wandering through some malls, shopping. One of Mom's favorite things, but I didn't complain, not once. Mom seemed so happy about that, mentioning it several times. "Smart men should be rewarded," she laughed. "I don't know why men are so stupid, complaining all the time. If they just shut up and acted as if they like it a bit instead of ruining it, it would work out so much better for them. Don't you think?"

I wholeheartedly agreed. A no brainer.

Mom shut off the elevator again on the way home to Nana and Gramp's apartment. She asked me to turn away while she put on the bra she had brought along in her big leather bag. But when she had her blouse open she said, "Here, hold this." She pulled on my arm and handed me her bag while she dug around in various pocket trying to find the bra. Now partly facing her, I couldn't help looking down at her swaying tits. "Having fun?" Mom asked, finding the bra and starting to pull it out of the bag.

I went beet red and turned away, holding her bag to my chest.

"It's OK Craig, I was just kidding. Here hold this."

I turned back to her to take the bra while she took her blouse completely off. Her tits were swaying chaotically all around as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves.

"Perks of being a helpful shopper," she laughed, "but don't let your Dad in on it. He's too old to learn new tricks anyway," Mom laughed again, taking the bra and deftly fixing it to hold her treasures.

"So your mother can shock you, can she? What's the matter?" she went on, "Cat got your tongue?"

Mom gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, switched the elevator back on, and started tucking the blouse into the waist of her long black skirt. She turned her sparkling eyes up to me when she finished, just before the elevator stopped, "So, are you going to come shopping with me again?"

I nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah Mom."

Mom laughed at my response. "Well," she said, "perhaps next time my little reward won't be so dull next time."

I was pondering her words, wondering what she meant when she laughed again just as the door opened, "I was positively glistening this morning, but I guess the shower washed all my shine away."

My face was reddening again but Mom didn't see it, she was walking briskly down the hall.

Dinner was the same as the night before. It was nice to visit with Nana and Gramps but I was relieved when they retired shortly after the evening news. The day had tired them out and the brief time with them, having to be so stiff and proper, had tired Mom and I out. We continued watching the TV for a while but thankfully, Mom suggested an end to that.

We were both sitting on the couch where we were when Nana and Gramps left. Mom abruptly swung her feet up and dropped them on my legs.

"Should we watch TV in our own little world, sport?"

I turned my head to smile at my mother, "Yeah Mom."

"I'll get something to drink and some snacks, turn the TV on and get into bed so I don't have to avert my eyes later," she laughed, bouncing to her feet and heading to the kitchen.

I rushed into the bedroom, doffed shirt, pants and socks and crawled under the covers, sat up against the pillows, and waited for Mom who arrived just a moment later with a bottle of wine and some of Nana's home baked cookies. She dropped the wine, glasses and cookies on the table beside me, then walked to the door, closed it firmly but softly, and stood by the end of the bed.

"You didn't turn on the TV," she said.

I turned to get the remote which had fallen to the floor. Leaning way over to retrieve it I strained to pull myself back up and turned to turn on the TV.

Mom was standing there, sideways to me, looking out the window, unbuttoning her blouse. When she reached her skirt, Mom pulled the blouse up and continued undoing the buttons. She turned her head to watch the TV but kept her body facing the window, straight sideways to me. My cock rose when Mom began pulling her arms out of the blouse. She tossed it to the floor when her arms were free, then immediately moved to remove her bra. This did this slowly as well, though I knew it was something she could do with amazing efficiency. The bra hit the floor as well. 

Her breasts sloped down and out, ending in beautiful round, beefy globes, not the pointy kind of tits I disliked, and capped by those thick, stiff nipples pointing slightly upward above the bulk of her swelling orbs. Fuck she had great tits.

Reticent to disturb this beautiful moment, I was surprised to hear my own voice.

"Is this for being such a supportive shopper?"

"Yes," Mom answered, not turning to look at me.

"Can we go shopping tomorrow?"

Mom laughed but still watched the TV. "If you like," she said.

"I like," I answered.

Mom turned to face me then and walked toward me on my side of the bed, reaching behind to find the zipper of her skirt. Her tits thrust forward as her arms stretched behind her back.

"And I like the way you accept things. It's so much easier when things are natural." Mom forward to kiss my forehead. "And it will make things more comfortable in our own little world here."

"I hope so. I like it when you're 'natural'," I said, emphasizing the last word.

"Don't be bratty, Craig." Mom turned around then, surprising me when I saw up close how much her tits jutted out from her chest. "Unzip me," she said over her shoulder.

My fingers belied my calm voice as they fumbled with the little zipper on the back of Mom's skirt but I finally managed to pull it down its eight inch length. Mom wiggled her hips, pushing the skirt down her legs, making it look like much more of a struggle than it was, wiggling her bum no more than a foot from my face. She turned to face me again, naked except for her panties.

"Are you going to put some cream on me again, naughty boy? My skin gets so dry here."

"Sure Mom." Was she inviting me to be naughty again?

She returned a minute later with two new jars of skin cream in her hand, setting them down on the crowded table beside me. She was covered now in a nightie that fell to mid-thigh level but was cut low front and back. Mom carried on to the end of the bed and sat down, facing the TV.

"Come and do my back," she said.

I grabbed a jar and scrambled out from under the covers, crawling to kneel behind her on the bed.

"Why did you put this on?" I asked, applying a little cream to her right shoulder and spreading it down her arm.

"Letting my son have a little peek is one thing, parading around in front of him is quite another," she said.

I continued rubbing the cream into her arm, changing to the other when I finished.

"You can pull my nightie off my shoulders when my arms are done," she whispered. "If you want to."

Quickly, I finished her arm, then slowly pushed the shoulders of her nightie, each a wider swath of material than the thin straps on her slip, off and onto her arms. I waited to be sure there was no disapproval before grabbing the sides and tugging the nightie down to her waist, looking over her shoulder as her breasts were bared.

"Peeking is more fun, isn't it?" Mom teased.

"I'm not too sure about that," I bantered back.

Mom leaned forward, pulling her breasts out of my sight. "Do my back, brat."

I concentrated on working the cream into Mom's back, slowly working out toward the extremities like I had the night before. And, like last night, my rubs slowly turned into strokes and my strokes eventually turned into caresses. Mom suddenly sat up and leaned back against me.

"Do you want to do my front?"

"Your front?" I repeated, dumbly.

"Yes," she purred, "like last night."

"Last night?" I repeated innocently.

"Yes. Is it easier if you think I'm asleep?"

I was flabbergasted. She hadn't been sleeping? But, how long ... did she know I'd come rubbing myself against her butt?

"Yes, asleep. I could tell my breasts had cream on them this morning, you know. It could only have happened last night after I fell asleep, so someone must have been naughty, maybe someone who thought he should take his Dad's place since he can't be here."

I turned this over in my mind. I was caught, but only so far.

"So you really owed me a nice long day of shopping, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Sorry, Mom I just couldn't help it."

"I'm not mad," Mom said, "I'm just saying, you really owed me a day of shopping."

I thought about that. She wasn't mad? She probably would be if she knew all of it. But what about her hand on me in the morning? She must have some needs that Dad wasn't meeting. What had she said, 'but that was a long time ago' or something like that.

"I'm taking you shopping again tomorrow," I ventured.

Mom laughed. "Yes, I know. Are you looking for a little advance?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you scoot back then so I can lean against you and stretch my legs out?"

Mom stood and I shuffled back until I was nestled in the pillows again, on top of the covers this time, with my legs apart to make room for her to sit. Mom walked toward me, very slowly, her tits swaying side to side with just a little up and down bounce, holding her nightie in front with one hand just above her secret apart, but low enough that her navel wasn't blocked from my view. Women's navels are so erotic it's a wonder we don't try to put our cocks into them.

Thinking about that made me aware that my own cock was rock hard and pushing up against my boxers. My legs were open waiting for Mom, so it was plain to see, but I couldn't close my legs. I didn't look down, hoping Mom wouldn't notice. She was smiling, looking into my eyes as I watched her breasts and her belly. She put her knee up on the bed, opening her legs. God I was hard. There's something about seeing a woman's legs part that sends tingles up and down a man's cock.

Mom turned over and sat down in front of me, leaned back against me, wriggled about to get comfortable, and then laid her head on the front of my left shoulder.

"OK," she said, "you don't have to worry about waking me this time."

I took the jar and set it on Mom's tummy, then scooped some onto the fingers of both hands.

"Oh, two hands," Mom marveled.

"Are you sure, Mom?"

"Go ahead, don't be shy. Show me how naughty you were with your sleeping mother." Mom's voice sounded strained, excited.

I placed a hand beneath each tit, pressing the cream against the bottom of each globe. I wasn't going to be shy. I was going to get right to it. I pulled my hand toward me, lifting her tits, then slid them up and over onto her nipples, grinding the cream in, twisting my palms onto nipples, bending them around in a circle, then squeezing my fingers in until I had a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, squeezing her globes and pinching her nipples at the same time.

"Ohhhhhhhh, goddd," Mom gasped.

I tugged and tugged on her nipples, and squeezed and released her tits several times.

"Ohhhhh, god, Craig."

"Too naughty, Mom?" I asked, but not letting up on her tits.

"No, its ok. You just surprised me ... I had no idea you'd ... been quite so ... such a bad boy."

"Keep in mind that," I paused to catch my breath, "tomorrow I'm going to be the best shopping buddy you've ever had." I gasped, short of breath again.

"You promise?" Mom was down to just a few words too, her breath coming in short pants.

"Yeah."

"Go ahead then, for a little longer."

"Why don't you just go to sleep?" Mom's tits were really slippery with the cream now. I kneaded them continuously.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't let you get too naughty."

"I'll just do this, Mom. Just go to sleep." I slowed my kneading down to a gentle massage and kept that up for several minutes.

"Go to sleep," I whispered, cajoling. "We've got a big day of shopping tomorrow, you need to rest."

I kept up my gentle massage, moving off her tits to run my hands down her sides, up to her face to rub the tension from her brow, over her shoulders and onto her breasts again. Soft, gentle, slow. I whispered to her, suggesting she go to sleep, that she was so tire, that she should think about being on a picnic laying on a blanket by a bubbling brook, with Dad and I nearby. It took a long time but Mom finally began breathing in that slow, regular way that I identified with sleep. I kept whispering and doing my gentle massage of her upper body for another five minutes or so before picking up the jar from her belly and dumping a big was of cream onto her tummy.

I set the open jar on the table beside me and turned off the lamp so the room was lit only by the light from the bathroom. Gently I set my hands down on Mom's hips, beside the large gob of cream I had piled below her navel. After thirty seconds or so, I slowly moved my hands to the center, collecting some cream onto each set of fingers and then pushing them lower on her tummy, toward the top of the pushed down nightie. I paused just above, then ventured underneath.

I could feel the fringe of her pubic hair. My cock lurched against her back on that first touch. This was so forbidden. God, the intensity of feeling tearing through my whole body, and my mind. My fingers must be near the top of her panties to encounter pubic hair already. I pushed lower, sliding outward to follow the crease between her tummy and her hips. Her pubic hair bristled against the edge of both of my index fingers. Her breathing changed. I stopped.

A moment later I pushed down further, still feeling her hair. She must have one of those little triangle panties on for her pubic to be still uncovered. Incredibly slowly, I moved my hands toward each other, closing in on her panties. More hair. Any second now I would feel the smooth material of her panties and that would be my first touch of her pussy, separated only by the thinnest barrier.

Hair, more hair, dampness. My fingers collided. My brain numbly made sense of this unexpected collision. She wasn't wearing panties. My fingers were on my Mom's bare pussy! Lurch, lurch. My cock throbbed againt her back.

I didn't know what to do. My hands were frozen in place on her hairy mound. Oh my God.

I pulled back leaving just the fingertips of each hand resting together, realizing that they were settling into a groove. Her slit! My fingers were sinking between Mom's pussy lips!

Careful. I couldn't ruin this, couldn't let it stop now. Not now. I wiggled my fingertips, barely moving, trying to work her lips open, desperate not to wake her. It almost killed me but I took my time, gradually getting her hair separated to the appropriate side so it wouldn't catch, working her lips slowly apart, the increasing moistness the best guide on my progress. Soon, my fingertips were poking down into a wet crevasse, a widening canyon that I was now able to slide my finger up and down, not just pulling apart. The wetness increased rapidly after I started doing that.

Oh, yes. Mom might be sleeping but she was enjoying this. I bet my Dad hadn't taken the time to tease her like this for many years. I used my left hand to pull that lip to the side and dug in further with my right, sliding two fingertips up and down, up and down, the full length of her slit, up and over her clit, circling and rubbing that little nub around, the same way I'd bent her nipple around on her tit.

God, I loved her pussy. The warm, wet feel of it was intoxicating. I wormed my finger into her. She was so wet, so very, very wet. I couldn't help it, I turned down to look at Mom's face laying on my chest, and kissed her, softly, on her lips. I fingered her for a while longer, working my finger into her, feeling it slip around in her soaking gash, finding the hole, and pushed my finger into her cunt.

Mom wasn't making any sounds except what could be mistaken almost like a soft humming. I positioned my longest finger near the hole and turned my face down to kiss Mom again, engaging her lips in another soft kiss. I slipped my tongue against her lips, pressing until her resistance relented and she allowed my tongue inside, just a little. Pushing in with my tongue, I slowly pushed my long finger inside her cunt, all the way until both appendages were embedded in their warm, wet targets. I swirled my tongue around in Mom's mouth, around her tongue, in a soft, gentle suck, matching my tongue with a partnered, wiggly finger. I could feel the hum rise to a low moan.

I broke the kiss only to gulp in more air, not withdrawing my finger, keeping it firmly plugged inside her. I started to tease her clit with my other hand as I snaked my tongue back into her mouth. I kept kissing her, teasing her clit, fingering her cunt, until finally, her hips began to buck, thrusting her pelvis hard against my mercilessly teasing fingers.

She came silently. Nothing louder than that enhanced humming, but her pussy was shoving hard, and then suddenly relaxed. She was still.

I withdrew my fingers. Awkwardly, I yanked the covers down beside me with my left hand. I rolled Mom over on her side and then onto her tummy, adjusting a pillow underneath her head to make her comfortable. I didn't pull the covers over her. Instead I looked at her ass, covered by the nightie. Gently, I prodded her legs, pushing them apart until they were separated about twenty degrees or so. Again, I turned my attention to her ass.

I slipped out of bed and took my boxers off. I hadn't come but they were soaked in my precum fluid. I got back into bed, ready to go to sleep but Mom's parted legs and barely covered bottom stopped me from pulling the covers up. I dropped them and moved my hands to her nightie, pushing it higher on her hips, up and over her buttocks. I paused to enjoy the sight of her bare ass, the nightie piled on her back. Mom was breathing regularly.

I turned to grab the jar of skin cream and dipped my fingers in it once more, then put my hand on Mom's right cheek and started to rub it into her bum. I grabbed some more and flung it onto her ass, snapping my fingers to make it fly off, filled them and snapped it onto her ass again. I tossed the jar aside.

"We're really going to have the best day shopping tomorrow, Mom," I whispered, rubbing the cream into her cheeks with both hands.

Mom seemed to murmur.

"Shopping," I whispered, "all day long."

I slowed down, gently massaging her cheeks, deftly running my cream covered fingers all around, along and in the crack between her cheeks, under each buttock, back down and between her legs, rubbing my fingers along the back of the slit I had so recently cherished.

The humming started.

I positioned myself between Mom's parted legs, lowering myself until my cock was aligned with the crack between her cheeks. Gently, I pushed my rod into and along her ass, slipping back and forth through her slippery, creamy cheeks.

"Oh, Mom," I cried, "I want to go shopping."

I was having trouble breathing. I wanted to slam into her but I restrained myself with enormous difficulty, my cock gouging into her assb, through her gorgeous cheeks.

"Oh, Mom," I repeated, "I love shopping with you."

I burst forth then, flooding her creamy ass in my own lotion, rubbing, rubbing until no more was left. I rolled off to the side, intending to rest for a moment before getting up to clean myself, and her, but I fell asleep.

As it turned out, we didn't shop all day. We spent the morning with Nana and Gramps and then went shopping all afternoon. Mom really made up for the time she lost in the morning and I was absolutely bagged when we got home. Not that the whole day was unpleasant. Quite the contrary. Mom tried on piles of clothes and shoes. We couldn't go past a clothes store, shoe store, purse store, bath products store, or, well, pretty much any store.

The shoe stores were OK because I got to sit down while Mom tried on their entire stock, or so it seemed. One of the highlights was watching Mom tease this one young guy about my age. She kept letting her skirt slide up and accidentally opening her legs, that kind of stuff. After sending the poor, red-faced guy off to fetch yet another pair of shoes, she would smile at me and wink as if we were in collusion. I have to admit, it was kind of exciting watching her play the sexual tease. As I bore witness I knew she was teasing me as much as him, and that I was just as much a target as she exerted the power of a sexy woman.

For the last fifteen minutes of this charade, another woman and her son were shopping in the store and both noticed what Mom was doing, although neither pointed it out to the other. I couldn't help getting involved in raising their shock level. When we were standing at the counter while Mom was paying the bill, I slipped my hand around her waist to give her a squeeze and then slid my hand down to pat her bottom before sauntering out into the mall to wait for her. I could see their shocked faces in one of the display mirrors as I left.

Another highlight was in the clothes stores. Mom tried on all sorts of outfits and some of them were great. She asked my advice about everything she tried on and I'm sure she tried some of them just to tease me and play shock jock with the young salesgirls. She succeeded in making some of them quite uncomfortable, especially in the store where she insisted that I advise her on her lingerie selections. I was embarrassed too but at least I was interested in what was underneath the silk and lace.

We crossed paths with the shoe store couple when we left that store and I again slipped my arm around Mom's waist as we walked past them. I couldn't verify it by looking in store windows but I was sure they were both watching us.

Now, guess who we encountered coming home? That's right. As we were getting out of our cab another one pulled up behind us with the shoe store couple. Evidently they were visiting parents/grandparents too and we shared the elevator for the first nine floors. Mom started chatting to the lady, unaware of our previous sightings. I couldn't resist slipping my arm around her waist again while she was talking. It was an act everyone in the elevator was acutely aware of but didn't acknowledge. Just as the door was closing I gave Mom a quick peck on the lips and though she didn't see it, the other mom and son caught my act out of the corner of their eyes.

"What was that about, you brat?" Mom slapped my shoulder playfully. "You're terrible. What will they think?"

I laughed heartily. "I know what the guy will think," I said. "He'll think, I wish my Mom was that hot."

"Well, I doubt that but that woman is certainly going to wonder what's wrong with me."

"I don't know. She seemed pretty interested, right from the first time they saw us in the last mall."

"They saw us in the mall?" Mom was surprised. "Where?"

"In the shoe store and then later coming out of that underwear place."

"Oh, my god. She'll think I'm terrible."

"Or she might want to copy you."

I swooped in and kissed Mom on the lips, taking her by complete surprise. She didn't back away, she just stood there and let me kiss her.

"Craig ... whew ... its a good thing they didn't see that ..."

I kissed Mom again, this time putting my arms around her back and kissing her longer.

We pulled apart a couple of inches. Mom put her hand flat on my chest, pulling her head back more to look at me, staring at my mouth and not my eyes.

"What's come over you?"

"You," I replied, taking her lips again in a yet longer and much more active snog.

"We can't ..."

"Ok," I interrupted her. "I'll wait until we get into our little world. I picked up the bags I had dropped and pushed the button for our floor. Mom picked up her bags as the elevator started to move.

Nana had dinner ready shortly after we came in so we ate before Mom showed Nana and Gramps what she had bought, leaving out about a third of her purchases. I can imagine what the would have said if they saw the one dress in particular. They wouldn't have said much about the underwear because they would think that only Mom and Dad would see her in it but would have freaked if they knew she had let me see her in some of it. 

As usual, Nana and Gramps sat down to watch the news after dinner. Mom said she was really tired after shopping all day and was going to bed early to read her novel. I stayed because Nana would have stopped me anyway until she thought Mom was in her pajamas and in bed. If she knew I was sleeping in bed with Mom and not the cot, well ...

My grandparents went to bed after the news but I stayed up for a bit though I was eager to join Mom. I thought it would look better that way. I waited fifteen minutes until I was sure they wouldn't get up again.

Mom was in bed, eyes closed. I was disappointed to have missed her getting undressed. I had hoped she would wait to maybe give me a private fashion show. Quietly, I stripped down to my boxers and slipped under the covers, leaving the bathroom light on again so I could see a little. I laid on my back next to Mom but soon became restless. I wasn't tired.

I turned on my side and got up on my elbow, looking down at Mom's pretty face. Leaning forward, I gently pressed my lips to hers, giving her a series of soft kisses on her lips, cheek, closed eyes, and her forehead.

Mom didn't react though I didn't think she was sleeping. I kissed the side of her neck and pulled the covers down a little so I could plant a few kisses on her shoulder. I used the excuse of kissing her arm to pull the cover down far enough to uncover her chest. Mom was wearing the new silk-like nightie she had bought this afternoon after shocking the salesgirl who saw her exit the dressing room to model it for me. It was cut very low in front, exposing the sides of her breast. Her nipples poked up from underneath. I stared at them. I wanted to arouse her to make those little peaks stand up higher. And I wanted an excuse to touch them.

I began whispering like I had last night but this time as if I was talking to myself about our day in the mall, about the woman and her son and how they had both watched Mom teasing the shoe boy, about the shocked look on their faces when I had slipped my arm around waist, about letting me watch her while she tried on underwear, and about seeing me kiss her in the elevator. I leaned down then to kiss Mom on the lips, a long soft, gentle kiss. When I finished, I slid the tip of my tongue sideways between her lips, back and forth, barely inside.

I turned down to look at her nipples. I couldn't tell if I'd had any effect on them. Whispering again, I carried on about the other woman and her son.

"I bet he found a way to be get his mom alone when they got into his grandparents' apartment. I'm sure he stepped up behind her and kissed her neck." I ran my lips along the top of Mom's shoulder. "Can you imagine her shock, thoughts of you crossing her mind as her son turned her head to face him, taking her lips with his, kissing her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. I know he would be thinking of you, the way you showed your legs to that shoe salesman, pulling up the hem of your dress just that little bit, turning your feet to look at the shoes, making sure your legs opened a little more with each twist."

I kissed Mom again.

"When he turned her to kiss her again, his hand would have brushed along the side of her breast, their first sexual caress. Can you imagine how electric that first touch felt to her?" I cupped my palm and slowly slid my hand and fingers down the side of Mom's breast. "The first time her son had ever touched her tits. It was all she could think of while he was kissing her. Would he have the courage to take it into his hand, to possess it?" I slipped my hand under Mom's tit and cupped it, squeezing its bulk, sliding my thumb across her nipple.

"When he finished that first kiss, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed her son, mouth open, accepting his deeply probing tongue, pressing her breasts hard against his chest, wishing she hadn't worn a bra so her son could feel her hardening nipples." I kissed Mom again and slipped my hand under the nightie to caress her other tit, softly sliding my fingers all around before lighting squeezing her breast just as I finished the kiss.

"She was wondering what it would feel like to have his lips on her breasts, to push her tit into his mouth, wondering if that woman in the elevator, you Mom, let her son kiss her and suck her tits. Then her mother called out that dinner was ready. She had a hard time pulling herself away from her son, and an even harder time keeping him at bay. She walked to the door, thank god it was closed and that her mother hadn't walked in. She straightened her clothes and fixed her hair, cleared her throat, and walked out, telling her mother how hungry she was."

I looked down at Mom's breasts. Her nipples were standing up proudly. The one I was touching but also the other one. I think Mom liked me talking about that other mother and her son. I think it was driving a pleasant dream in her head, an erotic one.

It was certainly exciting me. I was hard as a rock. I wanted to get against her, to rub myself on her ass like I had when she'd let me rub cream all over her. Going to the bathroom and jacking off wasn't going to do it for me. I had to get her turned over.

"Gosh," I said aloud, "Mom went to sleep without putting cream on. Her skin will be all dried out by morning. I'd better put a little on her." I know it was an obvious ploy but I couldn't think of anything else.

I grabbed the jar of skin cream off the table, dabbed a little on my fingers and spread it on her shoulders, got some more and spread it down the arm nearest me, pushing the covers down as I went, doing the same when I leaned over to do the other arm.

"I better do her legs too," I said, explaining why I was about to take the covers completely off, still speaking as if she was asleep.

I began rubbing the cream on her feet, taking the time to do the whole foot, sole, instep, and toes. While I felt eager to get up her hidden treasure I took my time, enjoying the feel of her legs and the way they looked covered in a sheen once the cream was applied. It was especially exciting to do her thighs, knowing that this was the point where she would wake up and stop me if she wanted to, feeling a thrill sweep over me each time I pushed her nightie higher or pressured her legs to open a little more. She lay quietly, letting me do both thighs right up to her panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her, partly because I had leaned down and my face was less than a foot away. I could smell her.

"I better not forget to do her back," I said, rolling her over a few seconds later, making sure I managed to push her nightie up to her waist. I paused to admire her again, having immensely enjoyed the feeling of manipulating this perfectly malleable woman. The small panties stretched tightly across her buttocks, the crease between her cheeks stretching above and belied by a dark shadow under the material below. Leaning forward, I grasped the hem of the nightie and pushed it up her back, past her shoulders. Reaching underneath, I dragged it above her breast to her neck. Returning to her shoulders, I spread the nightie up, covering Mom's head hoping to separate her, to make her feel she was divorced from what happened outside, not responsible for it.

"Oh," I said, as if making a fresh discovery. "These panties are made of the same fancy material. They must go with the nightie. I better not get cream on them."

I started pulling Mom's panties down. Just a little at first so I could quit if she made a move to stop me. I wanted to be able to continue if she was wearing her panties. I mean, she looked great anyway. But Mom didn't move, even though it didn't make sense for me to remove her panties to do her back. I pulled those flimsy things down her hips and slowly worked them over her legs. Man, that was a thrill.

I was about to start her back but stopped. I pulled my boxers down and threw them aside, my cock flailing around in front of me. I spread a little cream on her lower back and began working it in. Several minutes later, as I was doing just below her shoulders, I kissed the back of her neck and started whispering again.

"It was hours before they were alone again. She stayed away from her son, hiding in the bathroom for a long time, hoping he would be sleeping when she came to bed. But he wasn't. She didn't want him to touch her. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop herself. God, it had made her feel so alive when he kissed her, heat spreading through her loins. That was the most intense feeling she had ever felt from being kissed. It was all she could do to break away when her mother had called. What if he'd touched her? Could she stop?"

I was straddling Mom's thighs as I worked on her back. When I leaned forward to kiss her neck, I could feel the tip of my cock graze her cheeks.

"He was waiting, wanting to talk, wanting to kiss her again, but she kept him away, telling him to go to sleep. She refused his request for a kiss goodnight, saying that they couldn't kiss anymore. She turned onto her tummy to hide her breasts, covered only by her nightie. She wondered why she hadn't left her bra on as she drifted off to sleep."

I sat back on Mom's thighs, scooped up some more cream and began applying it to her cheeks, pushing it between with my thumb. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she dreaming about that woman, laying in bed, wanting her son to touch her but not capable of allowing it? I smiled as I worked the cream between her cheeks, larding on copious amounts, knowing I was going to rub my cock through this shiny valley. Was she thinking, 'But I let my son touch me?' That thought made me quit what I was doing and return to carry on the story. I hadn't meant to leave her wondering if she was doing something wrong. How stupid of me.

"She woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open. There were hands on her, her son's hands. She could feel him, kneeling behind her, between her open legs. He was caressing her bare back, running his hands from her shoulders to her bottom. Her nightie was around her neck. He's pushed it up but she knew it still covered her breasts. She could feel his lips nibbling across the small of her back, up onto the rise of her buttocks to her cheeks, kissing them. My god. Her panties were gone! He'd taken her panties off. How long had this been going on?"

I moved back and put one knee between Mom's slightly parted legs, pushed them wider and placed my other knee inside so I was kneeling between her legs the same way as the son in my story which I continued.

"Jesus, she thought, I don't have any panties on and my legs are wide open. She was about to close her legs but realized she couldn't because he was sitting in the way. Then she thought, he'd know I'm awake if I tried to close my legs. Oh, how awful. Am I going to let him do this? Am I going to pretend to be asleep?"

I leaned closer to Mom, allowing my cock to rest on her ass.

"Her son's hands slid up her side, reaching underneath, sliding under her breasts, kneading them, pinching and pulling her nipples. God, it would be so awkward to wake up now, she thought. I'll let him have his feel. He'll have to quit soon, he must have been doing this for quite a while if he managed to get my panties off without waking me up."

I leaned down right over Mom, holding myself up with my elbows, and slipped my hands underneath her to massage her tits, whispering in her ear.

"His hands feel so good on my tits, so much better than the way Bob mauls them. He's so gentle, so loving. She almost groaned aloud as her son pulled her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I'll just let him play. It would embarrass him too much if I wake up now, she reasoned. How could we look at each other. No, it's better if I just let him play. Ohhhh, that feels marvelous. She couldn't help digging her face into the pillow as her son continued stretching and rolling her nipples. Then she felt it, his hardness pushing down on her ass, pressing between her cheeks."

I pulled my cock back to rest in the crease between Mom's cheeks and began slowly sliding along the wedge in her cheeks.

"Oh no. I can't. I can't let him do that. He was pushing his cock against her soft bottom now. It was almost as if he didn't know what to do, like he was trying to push in the wrong place because he wasn't sliding his shaft through her cheeks as much as trying to nudge it into her."

Mom was breathing heavily now so I knew my storytelling was getting to her. I was working on her nipples just like in the story and now, as in the story, I let the tip of my cock slip down and started nudging it against her ass.

"It felt so good to her, her son pushing his cock at her. She lifted her ass a little, not enough for him to get inside her but enough that his stiff dick slipped down below her pussy, the next shove pushing it between the bed and her pussy. Oh, oh, that felt so fine, slipping along her lips. She couldn't help but grind herself down on him, lifting to let him drag himself out only to trap his cock again when he shoved it back in. He was heavier on her back now, gasping, beside himself with the incredible feeling of sliding his cock along her pussy, trying to angle it up so he could get inside."

I pulled back far enough for my own cock to drop to the mattress and shoved it forward, under Mom's pussy and started fucking between her pussy and the sheets, following the story. On the fourth slide in, Mom pushed down, pressing her pussy on my cock. Ahhh, great. Just like in the story. I scrunched my hips in and out a dozen more times before beginning to talk again, loving the pleasure of her pussy clamping down on me each time.

"She knew he was going to come soon. He was so young, it couldn't be much longer. God, she was near herself. This was so bad, so bad. She was letting her son rub his bare cock on her pussy, with her parents in the next room, in their home. What was she doing? God it felt good, she couldn't stop. Oh god. If he comes, he'll stain the sheets. Her mom will find out, she always does the laundry. She'll find out. She was panicking now. He couldn't come, they'd be caught. How can I stop him? I can't. Oh god, he's shoving faster. He's going to come."

"It was just natural. She rolled her hips and twisted her ass up, opening herself to him. He kept sliding underneath for a few more pushes but then he pulled back far enough for his cock to lift and he pushed it into her slippery lips. She lifted more to accommodate him, feeling him slip inside her. He stopped for a few seconds just inside, probably shocked that he was in his mothers cunt, then quickly slammed all the way in, bucking his hips furiously, fucking her, fucking his mom, his first time inside a woman."

I angled my own cock up as much as I could, putting pressure against Mom's pussy. Would it work? Would she duplicate the mom in the story again. I pressed up, managing only to gouge between her wet lips. Come on, Mom, we can't make a mess either. But Mom didn't change the deployment of her pussy. I whispered again.

"Thank god he's in. Now we won't get caught. And he feels so good. Oh yes, push it in me."

More strokes. Come on Mom. Let me. Then it happened. One stroke I was trying to lift up into her pussy, the next, when I shoved forward it pushed inside her hot, wet slit and I felt her soaking walls close over me like a tight glove. I didn't stop like the son in my story, I kept pushing in, inexorably, until I was all the way. I stopped then, jubilant, ecstasy overwhelming me. Ahhhhhhhh.

Out, I dragged my cock out as slowly as I could manage, stopping with the head of my cock just outside her pussy, then started shoving it back in again just as slowly until I was once again buried to the hilt, squishing her ass cheeks as I pressed in hard. I could feel her gripping me, squeezing and pulling. Mother. God. I was in her cunt, it was so beautiful. Fucking her, fucking her, moving faster now, up to a good steady fucking.

She was moaning into the pillow now. I was still hanging on to her nipples. There was no talking now. I was concentrating on fucking her, delighting in the feel of her ass as I dug inside her pussy, grinding it down into the mattress. I began whispering again but I wasn't telling the story, or was I?

"Fucking mom," I whispered, springing down onto her cheeks. "Fucking you," I gasped, grinding my cock around in a circle when I was down to my root. "The best fuck in the world," I cried, the first blast bursting inside her. "Fuck," I whispered with each subsequent squirt.

I lay on Mom for quite a while. She didn't move or make a sound, continuing to be asleep. I knew she wasn't but was happy to go along with it. I was also happy to get hard again. I pulled out, as if I was quitting, then quickly shoved back in, triggering an audible moan. I started fucking her again, loving it when she began moving her hips to meet my thrusts. It was a longer fuck with a much more intense come, though not as copious.

The bed was empty the next morning. I dressed and wandered out to the kitchen where Mom and Nana were talking over a cup of coffee, both still dressed in their bathrobes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," they both chimed in at the same time, then burst out laughing at themselves.

"You're all cheery this morning," I said.

Nana looked very pleased. "Yes," she said. "Your mother is staying on for another week or so."

I spun around to look at them. Both were smiling at each other, Mom turning to smile at me, taking a sip from her coffee, her eyes looking directly into mine.

"You don't mind, do you?" Nana asked. "Staying longer with us old folks?"

"No," I smiled back. "Not at all. It's very relaxing here. I sleep like a log here, it's so quiet."

"Well, I'd better go get dressed, it's past eight o' clock already," Nana said.

Mom stood too, taking her cup and Nana's to the sink. She turned around to look at me.

"Do you really not mind, sweetie? I could get you a flight home if you want."

I stepped close to Mom, putting my hand on her shoulder, looking down, noticing that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe which had loosened sufficiently for me to just see the bare sides of her tits, the ones I'd held so long last night.

"I'd rather stay here with you, Mom."

Mom saw where I was looking.

"Don't be a brat, Craig."

"Ok Mom. Not until we see that lady and her son again."

"Brat," she spoke over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen. I watched her walk away, enjoying the sway of her body, the line of her robe as her hips and legs pressed against one side and then the other. I could hardly wait to go to bed again. I called out to her just before she entered the bedroom.

"Do you want to go shopping again, Mom?"

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After a snack I returned to the study to continue my search for other updates and found one from Kevin (Chapters 10 and 13) . As you may recall, Kevin's straight-laced Mom wanted Kevin to stay home for college and not leave like his brother Matt. Kevin had managed to extract some extra-curricular home activities by playing on his mom's fear that he might leave like Matt.

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Hi all. Kevin here.

Mom wasn't about to do much until I committed to staying home, meaning I applied and I didn't accept anywhere unless I was turned down at the local college. Oh, she kept me interested. Every three days or so she'd wait for me in the hallway while Dad was getting ready for bed but after a few weeks I got tired of a just little stinkfinger every two or three nights. I wanted the excitement of those first couple of weeks, the country drives after church, stroking her legs, putting my mouth on her pussy. She was keeping me interested by doling out a secretive smile, a quick touch, a flash of thigh, a brush of her breast and, the big treat, two minutes to finger her every second or third night. I wanted more, I wanted everything.

I whispered my unhappiness one night while working a couple of fingers in her pussy, a very wet pussy. The only other sound in the hallway other than my whispering was the sound of Dad having a shower in their ensuite, Mom's heavy breathing, and the squishy sound of my fingers working in her. That is one thing that had happened. Mom had gone from this reluctant, very straight and prim mother to a woman meeting her son in a dark hallway for a few clandestine minutes, her pussy already soaking from anticipation. I knew she was ready for more.

"Just wait," she panted. "You'll hear from the college any day now. Just accept their offer and your Dad and I will be very pleased. Especially me," she panted in my ear, adding an extra grind on my fingers.

She wouldn't do anything more until I was committed. I wonder if that's why Matt left, because he was trying to get her without giving anything away, and gave up. But I wasn't Matt and it frustrated me that she might be treating me as if I was. "Maybe I'll just forget college and go find myself, like Matt."

I regretted that instantly but in my frustration, it just popped out. The reaction was predictable. Mom pulled herself off me and stepped back.

"You do that," she hissed, "and just see what happens. You'll never, I mean never, get what your brother wanted, what you're so close to."

She was angry and hurt, and scared. So was I. I immediately held up my hands, apologetically, moving toward her, "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please."

Mom came back toward me and we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," we both whispered, several times, peppering each other with little kisses on lips and cheeks.

"Please don't leave me," Mom pleaded.

"I won't, I won't," I sobbed back.

"Just a few days. I promise you won't be sorry."

"Ok Mom. I'll wait." I couldn't help sensing an advantage, and pushing it.

"But I'm not Dad. I'm not interested in once a week, same old, same old."

Mom nodded her understanding.

"And I'm not Matt either. You're not just another notch, like one of his girlfriends. I want you, totally, completely."

Mom nodded, more uncertainly, taken aback by my intensity. I kissed her full on her lips, a rabid kiss, and she was breathing harder when we pulled apart than she had with my fingers plugged inside her. Her eyes were a little wild, kind of stunned, as she backed away, legs unsteady, and turned into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

For the next few days Mom and avoided each other when we could and there was a strange tension in the air when we couldn't, one that we were both aware of but Dad wasn't.

On Friday, Mom called me into the kitchen as soon as I came in the door. She was sitting at one end of the table, the chair at the other pulled out with a pen laying on top of a form. There was a letter beside it, my acceptance letter for the local college. Mom stood as I entered, waving her arm at the table. She was tense and clearly worked up.

"You have a decision to make," she said.

I read the letter and saw that the pen was pointing right at the line for my signature. I looked up at Mom.

"So do you," I replied.

I walked over to stand close to her, lifting my hand to caress the side of her face, kissing her softly on the lips, pulling away and letting my thumb push into her mouth in a clear sexual suggestion.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?" My whole body was tingling. This was it, and I couldn't keep the restrained excitement from my voice.

"Yes, I think so." Her voice was uncertain, either from my surprising oral thrust or maybe from sensing the restrained fervor in my voice.

"No, Mom. You can't think so. This a real commitment, there's no turning back," I spoke harshly.

"It's already too late for that," she said.

"Then tell me you want me to sign," I made my meaning clear, running my eyes down over her breasts and belly to the spot she offered every few days, then back to hold her eyes steady.

Although she still looked nervous, Mom said, "Please sign, Kevin. You belong here with me."

Mom's body relaxed as she finished speaking and we were standing so close that when her hip thrust forward as one knee bent slightly, her thigh pressed against mine and sent a jolt through me. I turned away, leaned over the table and signed the paper. When I stood, Mom was waiting to put her arms around me. She pressed herself close, the entire length of her body, hugging me and kissing my cheek and the side of my neck, thanking me, then kissing me fully on my mouth. The gravel crunching under Dad's tires as he pulled into the driveway pulled us apart.

"It's Dad's poker night," she said.

"Oh no. All those guys are coming here?"

"No, it's at Ben's place."

"So, are you joining the other wives?" The women usually got together when the men had their poker nights.

"No," Mom said, smiling. "I told Sally I was feeling out of sorts today and probably wouldn't make it."

Mom's smile widened as she saw relief and pleasure wash over my face just as Dad burst through the door.

Dad was wildly happy that I was staying home, said he'd better get lucky and make some extra money tonight. Mom told him she'd said she wasn't joining the girls because she wasn't feeling well but really she wanted to stay home with me tonight and make my favorite dessert. Dad embraced me and shook my hand vigorously, telling me how proud he was, before leaving for his poker game.

"You've made your Mom so happy with this decision, son. I imagine you can expect lots of your favorite desserts this year," he laughed, waving his hand as he walked toward his truck.

Coming back into the house, Mom said she would clean up later, that we should have a celebration drink, but first she wanted to freshen up. I said I'd make us a couple of special drinks in the rumpus room.

Mom arrived downstairs less than ten minutes later wearing a dress that showed off her wonderful legs. It was a simple dress made of a heavy royal blue material that matched her eyes. The dress wasn't cut low but the lapels crossed in front to join at the waist. I imagine if you were sitting to the side when she leaned forward, it would provide tantalizing glimpses of her breasts underneath. Though the material was thick, I could see movement underneath as she walked toward me and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress was elegant more than sexy. It was sexy because of the way her body filled it.

I also noticed the shiny sheen on her legs though she wasn't wearing pantyhose. Mom had shaved and oiled her legs. She hadn't had time since dinner so she must have done it this afternoon before Dad or I got home. Knowing her powers of anticipation, my own excitement cranked up a notch.

"Thank you," she said as she took the stiff drink I had prepared, immediately taking a big sip.

"Kevin, are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked. "We're in no hurry."

"I know you don't really drink, Mom, but I thought we should take the edge off, just to relax a bit."

"I see," she said, taking another sip. "I thought you might choose this room," turning around to survey the rumpus room, staring at the wall for a moment where I'd first seen Matt press into her, holding her knee up while he rubbed himself on her panties. She was blushing when she turned back to look at me, raising the glass to her lips and draining it. I handed her my drink which was even stiffer.

"Hold this," I instructed. I turned to make a couple more, another for her, and one more for me.

"Mmmmm," she murmurred, "it's strong but good. What is it?"

"It's a black russian," I answered

I turned back with two more drinks to find that Mom had finished my drink too. I guess she wanted to show me she was game to be on the edge too. She took traded one of the new drinks for her empty glass, raised it up to click mine and downed it. Three black russians in five minutes. She swayed on her feet. I took the glass from her hand and finished my drink, setting the empty glasses down behind me.

"Would you like to stand against the wall over there?" Mom waved her hand in the general direction behind her.

"No."

"You might find a surprise waiting for you."

"I'd rather find it here." I walked over to the old couch and sat down in the middle, stretching my feet out in front of me."

Mom followed, standing in front of me, hand on one hip. She reached behind her neck to unhook her dress.

"Don't," I said.

Mom looked confused, dropping her hands to her sides. A few seconds later she smiled, grasped the sides of her dress and raised it slowly up her legs.

"No."

Mom dropped the dress, looking unhappy for a moment, then smiling as she leaned forward, reaching for my belt.

I pushed her hands away.

Mom straightened, now looking perplexed and unsure of herself.

"I like bare feet," I said.

Mom kicked raised her feet, one at a time, and slipped her fancy high heels off, dropping each to the floor with a small thud. She stood, smiling nervously at me, unsure about what the game I was playing but willing to go along.

I laid back on the couch, my head leaning back.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Mom."

She smiled at that, confidence returning to her face.

"Do you remember our drives in the country after church, Mom?"

She nodded, smiling more broadly.

"Do you remember something that you really seemed to like?"

Mom nodded, her smile still on her face.

"Do you remember this?" I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, wiggling my tongue.

Mom looked shocked at my lewd gesture, but she nodded slowly, her eyes staying on my vulgar display.

"Did you like it?"

Mom nodded again.

"Then come and get it." I stuck my tongue slightly out one side of my mouth, head back on the couch.

Mom didn't move for a second, then stepped up onto the couch, her hands now raising her skirt up to her hips. She paused, looking down at me as if for confirmation, but I simply stared back with as blank a look as I could manage. She lowered her dress over my face and I soon felt her slippery wet pussy on my mouth. It appears her surprise and mine were perfectly matched.

Mom moved her pussy around, searching for my extended tongue. I held still, letting her position herself where she wanted and move herself around the way she liked. She was very excited and was soon rubbing herself all over my mouth and face, bathing me in her juice. It was probably a record for her, rubbing herself furiously on my mouth, her hips in a frenzy, bucking into my face, forcing it into the couch, driving herself into a very intense orgasm judging by the sound and the strength with which her thighs clenched my head.

Mom collapsed down onto my lap, knees straddling me. She was gasping for breath, her face red, eyes still registering the shock at her own actions. Seeing how much she had creamed my face, she began to wipe it with her hands, then softly licked my cheeks and mouth, the sides of my nose, and my chin.

"I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered.

"I'm not," I answered. "Did it feel great, for me give myself like that?" I asked.

"Yes baby," Mom replied, still trying to catch her breath.

"That's what I want. I want you to do that for me too."

Mom nodded. "Alright baby," she whispered. "I'll do anything for you."

Without a word, I lifted one knee and slid out from under her.

"Stay," I said when Mom started to turn.

She remained on her knees on the couch, sitting back on her calves. I stood behind her and slowly removed my shirt, then my pants, and finally my jockey shorts and socks. I was naked. Mom was dutifully staring straight ahead at the top of the couch and the wall a foot behind it. I placed my hands on her hips, urging her up and forward until she rested her hands and elbows on the back of the couch. I lifted her blue dress up and held it on her back, baring her backside. I could see her juices still glistening down the inside of her thighs.

Bending my knees, I lined up my wobbling prick and leaned forward until it nudged against her pussy and pushed in, just getting the head inside to give her a few seconds to get used to my presence before shoving up to the hilt. I sucked my breath in sharply as the feel of her zipped up to my brain, matching her own surprised groan.

"Here we go," I said as I withdrew and immediately thrust back in, starting a steady rhythm, my legs soon making a slapping sound against the back of her thighs each time we connected. I kept increasing speed until Mom was rocking forward, head bobbing, grunting with each full thrust. Abruptly, I slowed to a crawl, pushing in and pulling out in long strokes, holding and swinging her hips in a circle as I dug myself into her.

It was only then the full realization that I was fucking my mom really hit me. It hadn't really been obvious that we would fuck right away. I had actually thought I was in for a night of seduction that would hopefully culminate in sex but after eating her something in me just assumed control. It was almost like I was waking up to find myself with my cock buried deep inside Mom without really knowing how I got there, like dreaming of waking up in a candy factory when I was a kid.

I pushed Mom forward against the couch, put my own knees outside of hers, and started rogering her from behind again. She laid her head on the couch as I again worked us up to a really good hard, fast fuck. Again, she groaned at the top of each slam. As I neared orgasm I slowed to a stop and stepped off the couch, pulling her back with me until she too was standing, bent in front of me. I pushed down on her back, forcing her head and shoulders onto the seat cushion, then shoved forward until she was wedged in where the cushion and seatback met. Again I ratcheted up my attack over a couple of minutes until I was pounding into her. Her groans grew louder and louder with each thrust until they blended into one long moan.

I stopped, before I came. Leaning over Mom, I pulled her hair up and smoothed it together, one hand on each side of her head, until I had it laying in a pony tail along the middle of her back. My cock was deep inside her, not pulling in and out, but working around in a small circle. Holding her hair, I pulled her off the couch until her shoulders were above horizontal and continued to pull her hair gently until her face lifted toward the wall. Slowly, my rogering circles grew stronger until I was again thrusting in and out, fucking my gorgeous mother hard from behind, knees bent and aligned with hers.

Soon I was rocking so hard into her that she stumbed forward to embed her head and shoulders into the couch once more. Following, I stepped up onto the seat of the couch, grasping the back for support, and pounded down into her upraised ass. This had long since become the most incredible fuck I had ever had and I was grunting and moaning just as loudly as her.

I tried to stop, to slow down so I could last for another ride but I rode her past that crucial turning point when I knew I would come anyway, so I kept pounding into her until I was blasting my seed into her, yelling, draining myself, emotions and cock, until I was empty.

I pulled out and Mom slid along the couch to collapse along its length. Gasping, I laid myself down alongside her, enveloping her in my arms, panting and hugging this gorgeous woman, my new lover.

So that brings me up to date. By the way, what has happened about William's suggestion about sending in some videos of our moms?

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Videos? I hadn't seen any videos. There werent even that many letters left, at least not long ones. There were a whole bunch of short ones but I hadn't come across an update from Jack, or Mark, or William.

The key. I had to find out what the key fit and where. There must be more letters, and maybe videos? My cock rose at that thought. To actually see what some of these mothers looked like. Man.