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Satisfying MotherSatisfying mother “I have something I want to show you, Son.” said my father, pushing his PDA across the table to me. I was in Chicago on business and had agreed to meet him for lunch between sales calls. I watched a waitress strut by our table carrying a tray one handed above her head in the noisy crowded restaurant. I picked up the device and pushed play. A video of my mother began to play. She was laying nude on her bed. I looked at my father my eyebrows raised in surprise. He noticed, “Just watch it.” My attention returned to the PDA. Mother was 45 years old but looked ten years younger. She squeezed her big breasts and tugged on her hard nipples. She continued to pinch her left nipple she picked up a rabbit vibrator. I watched as she slowly inserted it into her slit. Her bald labia was swollen and wet beneath a sandy colored landing strip of pubic hair. She tilted her strawberry blond head back and groaned. Soon she worked herself into an orgasm. The look on her face was one of passionate bliss. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My dick was so hard it ached. Her body relaxed and she pulled the vibrator out of herself. Suddenly she threw the vibrator against the wall and she began crying, tears streamed down her face and she wailed in agony. The video ended and the screen went black.My mouth was gaping open in shock as I pushed the PDA back across the table to my father. “Why did you show me that?” I choked embarrassed by my arousal. Dad was 58 but looked ten years older. My mother was his second wife and the love of his life. His drive to succeed, to be the top prosecutor in the city had taken its toll on him. He had experienced a heart attack last year. He sipped from his glass of water before answering me. “I wasn’t sure how to broach this subject with you so I thought it would be best to show you.” “What’s that mean?” I snapped. “What kind of pervert shows his own son a video of his mother masturbating?” “Shhh. Not so loud,” complained my father. He looked around at the other patrons but the noise of the restaurant had drowned my outburst. He choked, “I’m not healthy enough to have sex,” and a tear ran down his face. I waited not sure what to say or do. I had never seen my father like this before he had always been a rock. Even when he had been in the hospital he had shown such strength, the doctors had said that his heart attack would have killed a lesser man. I looked out the window at the snow and the passing pedestrians as he composed himself. “Your mother has always been quite sexual. She had been a lingerie model when we first started dating. I was an up and coming legal eagle back then. Hammerin’ Hank they called me. Of course you know all that,” he snapped back from his reminisces. “Sorry, memories of my natural prime are all I have now.” “Dad what’s gotten into you,” I demanded. I was frightened. My father was aging before eyes. The confident take-on-all-comers man’s man I knew was changing into an unsure, defeated wimp. “I told you. I’m not healthy enough to have sex. My heart can’t take it. Even if it could the medicine they give me has killed any sex drive or desire I use to have.” He looked out the window disgusted that his own body had betrayed him the overcast sky matched his mood. “I’m sorry to hear that, Dad, I really am but what does that have to do with you showing me a voyeur tape of my own mother?”He took a deep breath and continued, “You’re not blind so I know you know your mother is a very beautiful and vibrant woman. Like I said she has always been very sexual as well. But since, I’m unable to perform she has grown quite frustrated.” “It looked like she attained the Big-O to me.” He shook his head sadly, “Sure she had an orgasm. She attained some gratification but it wasn’t satisfaction and ultimately it lead to frustration.” “You lost me, Dad.” “Didn’t you notice that she threw the vibrator against the wall and began to cry?” “Yeah, but…” “Satisfying sex for your mother is more just having an orgasm. She needs to be desired, to be held, to respond to her lover’s body. She’ll never get that from a vibrator.” “Oh.” My cell phone began to buzz. I began to reach for it thankful for the interruption but Dad grabbed my hand. “Let it go to voicemail.” “It could be important…” “So is this, Son.” “Sorry, Dad,” I turned my attention back to him. His gray eyes looked at me trying to judge my reaction to his next comment. “I want you to make love to your mother.”My mouth fell open. Finally I said, “You want me to fuck my own mother?” “I didn’t say I want you to fuck your mother Buddy-boy. I said I want you to make love to your mother. If you don’t know the difference, then fuck you.” He placed his palms on the table and made to push himself up. I grabbed his arm, “Don’t go.” Dad relaxed, settled back in his chair. He began, dragging grains of spilt salt across the table top. “Look Son, your mother deserves to be sexually satisfied. She’ll never get any satisfaction from a hand held device. She’d never go for a one night stand, she wants to love and care about the man in her bed. In order to do that she’d have to have an affair and she won’t because she loves me too much.” “You’re talking about i****t with my mother for goodness sake,” I objected. “I love your mother obviously more than you appreciate. You think this is easy for me? I have to admit I can’t pleasure my wife… that I’m not a man anymore.” He looked out the window to regain his composure. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want from me.” “I told you I want you to seduce your mother.” “Just like that, does she know what you’re talking to me about?” “Hell no and don’t you tell her either. She would die from embarrassment and then cut my useless balls off.” I laughed and he began laughing too. The atmosphere seemed a lot less tense. The waitress sauntered up to our table and refilled our coffee cups. She seemed less sexy, less desirable after watching the video of my mother masturbate.We both sipped the fresh brew from our cups and then I asked, “Isn’t i****t i*****l? What kind of lawyer encourages his son to engage in an i*****l act?” Dad’s eyes filled with the familiar fire of the past, “Listen here Buddy-boy, I would never ask you to do anything i*****l. Shame on you for thinking I would. I ought to kick your ass.” Now that’s the man I remembered. I smiled at his sudden combativeness. He chuckled and then he continued, “i****t laws are in place to protect c***dren from familial sexual exploitation. As well they should, however, the Supreme Court has ruled that under the 14th Amendment’s due process clause private consensual sexual activity between adults cannot be criminal. The keyword is adult. You’re 25, hardly a c***d. You and your mother are adults. The courts have ruled that there is a big difference in consensual i****t and abusive i****t.” “Oh.” I said and took a long sip from my coffee cup. Dad pushed a manila folder across the table. I opened it. Inside was an 8 by 10 boudoir photo of my mother. She was kneeling on the bed in pair of tight white panties which clung to her labia and outlined her slit in a perfect camel-toe. She must have been aroused when the photo was taken. Her arms were above her strawberry-blonde head like she was stretching after waking up from a nap. The man’s shirt she wore was white and unbuttoned and exposed half her big round breasts. The white material was transparent enough to reveal the darker outline of her areolas and her hard nipples tented the fabric.My dick was hard again. I looked at my father hoping I wasn’t drooling noticeably with lust. He smiled, “The irony was she was at the photographer’s taking these boudoir shots when I had my heart attack. She had a whole set of poses planned but the hospital called and that was the only one taken. It’s yours.” “Thanks.” I coughed my mouth suddenly dry. “Look at her. Do you love her? Do you want to make love to her?” I nodded. Dad smiled, he had won. “Okay, when you were home for Christmas you said that your company was hosting a Valentine’s Dinner?” “Yeah, they call it a Sweetheart Supper. It’s on harbor dinner cruiser. They sail around San Diego harbor while you eat and dance. The company rents the whole boat for the evening. I think it’s so the execs can show off their trophy wives.” Dad nodded in understanding. “Do you have date?” “Are you k**ding, with my travel schedule I barely get home long enough to wash my underwear let alone pursue female companionship?” “Good, ask your mother to be your date for the dinner cruise tonight when you come to supper.” “Do you really think she’d fly to San Diego for something like that?” I asked. “No but she’d fly to San Diego for you. You’re the hot-shot salesman sell her on the idea of being your date. She’ll do it.” “Okay.” I answered. “Now look when she is in San Diego you are going to have to seduce her. I expect she will resist the idea of sleeping with her son. Let her know how much you want her, how much you desire her and how much you love her.” We rose from the table. I got the check and Dad got the tip. The waitress flirted with me as we left but I hardly noticed. My mind was on the woman in the photo in my briefcase. I began to yearn deeply for my mother.Later that evening I arrived at my parent’s home. My afternoon sales call had been successful and I was going back to San Diego with several big orders. I was quite pleased with myself. The cold wind seemed to bite thru by overcoat. I couldn’t wait to return to the California sunshine. I stomped my snow-covered shoes on the porch and opened the door. “Is anyone home?” I hollered from the foyer. Mother called from the back of the house, “In the kitchen, Tommy.” After shucking my coat I put it on the rack by the door. I wiped my feet on the rug and headed to the warmth of the kitchen. Mother was standing at the stove stirring something in a pot. She was wearing jeans that clung tightly to her ass and a blue Chicago Bears sweatshirt. She turned from the stove with the spoon still in her hand. “Give Momma a hug,” she said opening her arms to receive my embrace. The picture of the bear on the front of the shirt lay in the valley between her two huge boobs. I moved between her outstretched arms avoiding the sauce covered spoon and gave her a big hug. I felt her big breasts pressing against my chest and knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock hardened and I pulled her tighter knowing she could feel my hard-on against her pelvic. I lovingly patted her bottom as we broke the embrace. She cocked an eyebrow in surprise but said nothing. She sipped some wine and began stirring the pot again. I opened the fridge and took out a beer. I adjusted my cock and hoped the cold refrigerated air would deflate my it. I leaned against the counter and sipped my beer while Mom told me about the gossip at her gym and the happenings around the neighborhood. It seemed as if all the people I went to high school with were married and having k**s, some where even working on their second marriages. “Any women in your life?” she asked. “You are the only woman in my life, Mom. I don’t have time for any others.” She smiled, “You always were a Momma’s Boy.””What’s that suppose to mean.” I asked. Mom shook her head, her light-colored locks danced around her face as she giggled. “Just that you have always been closer to me than anyone else. We have a special bond, that’s all.” Dad arrived and we sat down to eat. The dinner conversation was mostly small talk between bites of food. Mom was a great cook. Dad steered the discussion towards my job and I wowed my parents with tales of my sales exploits and how I was breaking sales records every month. “I do have one problem.” I said. “What’s that?” asked my Dad winking. “Valentine’s Day is next week and I don’t have a date to the Sweetheart Supper.” I replied. “Sweetheart Supper?” my mother asked. “Yeah, my company rents a dinner cruiser for a Valentine celebration, there’s a dinner and dancing as the ship cruises around the harbor. It will be real embarrassing if I show up without a date, it may even hurt my chance at promotion.” “Why’s that?” interrupted Dad. “The big boss thinks all his execs should be married or at least romantically involved. He thinks it shows stability.” “I see. Why don’t you ask a secretary? I bet there are some attractive cuties in the steno pool.” “Hank,” snapped mother, “steno pools no longer exist in the age of the computer. You know that.” Dad and I laughed. Then I added, “Doesn’t matter, company policy strictly forbids fraternization between employees.” “Haven’t you met any nice girls since you moved to San Diego?” asked mother. “No, I haven’t even met my neighbors at the apartment. I’m on the road so much that when I am home I’m too tired to pursue any romantic relations. Besides the women I have met out there while they are great looking they seem to be pretty superficial.” “Mona, you should go.” Dad broached the subject. “What?” she responded. “You could be Tommy’s date.” She frowned at Dad and said, “Tommy doesn’t want to take his mother to a sweetheart dance. Besides I need to stay here and take care of you.” He snapped back, “I can take care of myself, thank you.” “I would love to take you Mom,” I interjected. “It really would help my career and wouldn’t you like to get out of the snow for awhile?” I smiled at her and gave her my best puppy-dog look. She looked at Dad and then back at me, “Okay.” “Thanks, Mom.” I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. The scent of the perfume dabbed behind her ear was intoxicating. My dick got hard all over again.The more we talked about our date the more excited she got. The dinner was next Friday night so Dad suggested that Mom fly into San Diego on Thursday evening so she could rest up and find a beauty parlor to do her hair while I was at work on Friday. Saturday we could go to the beach and she would fly home on Sunday. Pleased with the arrangements Dad went up to take a shower and go to bed. I helped Mom clean up the kitchen. She talked non-stop while she washed the dishes and I dried them. She claimed the need for a new dress and maybe even new a swimsuit. I smiled, thinking that Dad was right Mom really needed this date. She seemed happy and animated. Later that night in my old room I pulled the boudoir photo from my briefcase and studied it. Everything about my mother’s pose created a sexual heat. I began to understand my father’s dilemma. The mischievous smile on her face, the teasing glint in her eye. The way her panties clung to her pussy and the way her shirt subtly revealed her breasts. I grasped my cock and flogged it for all I was worth. My nut sack tightened I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into a tissue. “Ohhhh, Mommmma,” I moaned.The next morning I had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when Mom burst thru the bathroom door. Her eyes rested on my big dick which began to come to attention under her gaze. My own eyes feasted on her body barely concealed by a baby doll nightie. “I’m sorry, I thought you were done,” she stammered and closed the door in retreat. I beat off again before I shaved. I knew I would never make it through my flight back to San Diego if I didn’t. I finished dressing and went downstairs. Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and Mom was at the stove. “Good Morning” I said as I joined Dad at the table. Mom placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and avoided making eye contact. We all ate in silence. After eating Dad shook my hand good-bye with a wink and he left for court. I pulled my mother into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around by neck and pulled my close. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest. I could swear I feel her hard nipples poking into me. I knew she could feel my big cock against her pubic area. She gave a slight moan as it pulsed with desire. I boldly squeezed her buttock and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I headed out the door. The frigid Chicago weather pretty much extinguished my raging hard-on before I got into my rental car. I drove to the airport and flew back to the West Coast.Thursday soon arrived and I went to the San Diego airport to pick up my mother. Her flight was late and even travel-weary she looked hot and exuded sexuality. Her black stretch pants hugged her hips and created a nice camel-toe between her thighs. Her white v-neck top revealed her bountiful cleavage. She smiled and waved at me as she cleared the security gate. I waved back as she approached me. We embraced and I patted her butt and stuck out my tongue out at couple of guys who had been following my mother no doubt eye-fucking her ass. “Tommy that’s not appropriate,” said my mother breaking our embrace as travelers hustled past us. “I didn’t like the way those two guys were ogling you, so I let them know you were taken. You’re mine…at least for this weekend,” I replied defensively. She laughed, “Why Tommy, are you jealous?” “No,” I stammered, “more possessive. Let’s get your luggage.” Twenty minutes later were out of the airport and on the road. I placed Mother’s luggage in the trunk of my convertible and we were off. I had planned to take her to the Gas Lamp District but Mother begged off. She said she would prefer a hot bath after her travel. So I took her to my apartment in La Jolla. I ordered a pizza while Mother puttered in my bedroom. My apartment was nice but expensive and I only had one bedroom. I had a large whirlpool bathtub and I began to fill it for her. Mother opened the door to the bedroom wrapped up in her terrycloth robe. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. After a few minutes she called for me from behind the door. I stuck my head in the door and was greeted by her smile. She was buried up to neck in steamy water and soap suds. She asked me to fetch a couple of aroma therapy candles from her suitcase. She claimed they would help her relax and unwind. I had no trouble finding the two candles in her suitcase. As I turned to leave the room I noticed her discarded white lace panties on the floor. Hypnotically I picked them up and brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply the fragrance of my mother. My dick got so hard I thought it would rip my zipper out. I heard Mother holler, “Can’t you find the candles?” “Yeah,” I called and stuffed her panties into my pants pocket. I knocked on the door and entered the bathroom. Mother scrunched lower in the water to hide her nakedness under the soap suds. I placed the candles on the counter and lit them. “There you go,” I said and started to leave. “Stay Baby,” Mother said. “Talk to Momma.” “Okay,” I hopped on the counter. “What do you want to talk about?” “How about that boudoir picture of me in your bedroom?” she glared at me. Surprised I stammered, “Dad gave me that photo last week. He…” “Your father gave you that photo….why?” now it was her turn to be surprised. “Don’t you think it’s a tad improper for a son to have such a risqué photo of his mother?” “Mom you were a lingerie model before I was born. My friends use to bring me old department store catalogs with pictures of you posing in panties. You have always been my sexy mother.” She chuckled at my compliment, “I guess.” “Mom, I love you. You are a sexy and desirable woman and I love you.”The door bell rang announcing the arrival of our pizza. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and fetched our supper. I could catch glimpses of Mom in the bathroom mirror from the kitchen as she dried off. Her nipples harden in the cool air and her big round breasts jiggled as she dried her body. My eyes wondered down to the tuff of light hair neatly trimmed into a tight strip just above her glistening bald labia. My eyes roamed back up her body and caught hers. She smiled and then shook her head negatively and shut the door. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a knee-length terry cloth robe. We supped in front of the TV eating warm pizza and washing it down with cold beer. “You’re quite the Peeping Tom,” she scolded, “looking at a boudoir photo of me is one thing but gawking at me nude is quite another, young man.” “Look Mom, you are a beautiful sexy woman. I’m not going to apologize for enjoying looking at your naked body. I am a man after all, just because you’re my mother doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate your loveliness.” She smiled, took a sip of beer and changed the subject, “Did you tell your boss you were bringing a date to the Sweetheart Supper?” I grinned around the pizza I had just shoved into my mouth, “Uh, huh.” I chewed and swallowed quickly, “I sure did. I told him I was bringing a gal from back home.” “You didn’t tell him you were bringing your mother?” “Of course not, I figure what he don’t know won’t hurt him…or me.” She smiled, “Your father thought it would be best for your career if we just let people assume our relationship was romantic instead of familial.” “Are you okay with that?” I asked wiping my mouth with a napkin. “Sure. When in Rome…,” she chewed her own pizza, “not quite Chicago Deep Dish is it?” “Nope,” I looked deeply into her blue eyes and said, “Some of the best things in life come from home.” She smiled and I kissed her on the cheek. We ate our fill of pizza and Mother kissed me on the forehead and retired to my bedroom, exhausted from her day of travel and jet lag. I watched the news and then made up the sofa for my bed. I lay on my back in my boxers and rolled over to pull my mother’s worn panties from my trouser pocket on the floor. I brought them up to my face and inhaled deeply like a junkie sniffing glue. My cock hardened and I began to slowly stroke it. I replayed Mother’s nude image in my mind imagining what it would be like to bury my dick into her neatly trimmed and gorgeous cunt. I picked up speed and was soon beating off like a fiend. My balls began to tighten and I brought mother’s panties down to my cock to capture my spraying cum. A low moan escaped from me, “Mom-m-ma.”The next morning I awoke to the sizzle and smell of frying bacon. Mom was making breakfast. “Get up sleepy-head,” she called. I looked at my watch it was a full hour before I usually got up. Mom was still on Midwest time. I threw the blankets off and jumped into my trousers. Mom placed a cup of coffee on the counter followed by a plate of eggs and bacon. She brought her plate around the counter and she climbed upon the barstool next to me. We went over our plans for the day. I had to work until noon then I would come back to the apartment for a quick bite of lunch with Mother. After that I had made an appointment with one of La Jolla’s best beauty spas so Mom could get her hair and nails done in one stop. Mother decided to go down by the pool and work on her tan once it warmed up and while I was at work. After eating I jumped into the shower and washed quickly. I dried-off and stood before the sink naked. I lathered my face and began to shave. As I pulled my razor across my face I was surprised to see Mother’s reflection in the mirror from the kitchen counter. I hadn’t completely closed the door. I’m not sure if I consciously left it ajar but the effect was the same Mother had watched me dry off just as I had watched her. I caught her eye and smiled. She smiled back red faced and turned back to the sink to finish washing the breakfast dishes. I dressed and dashed to work. The morning seemed to drag on and I noticed most of my fellow employees had the same attitude. Most of us couldn’t wait to escape the office and prepare for the evening’s party. When I arrived back home I found Mom by the pool sporting an aqua blue bikini. I paused to gape at her lovely figure. My dick was once again hard as I day-dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her. I began to think I might have a stroke if the blood kept rushing from my brain to my cock. She waved and giggled, “Like what you see?” Once again she had caught me lusting after her. “I sure do and I won’t apologize for it either.” She stood up and leaned over to pick up a man’s shirt, my shirt. Light blue material invaded the crack of her ass as she slipped on my shirt. She slipped her index fingers under the leg holes of her bikini beneath each butt check and pressed the material out of her bottom in a very lady like fashion. I smiled content to watch the show. We went up to the apartment ate a quick lunch. Mother changed into a pair of form fitting shorts and a button down shirt. I dropped her off at the spa and went for a haircut and a professional shave. A couple of hours later we were back at the apartment getting ready for our date. While I was in the bathroom changing into my black business suit Mother dressed in the bedroom. I finished and waited impatiently for my mother to emerge from the bedroom. I paced the living room like a k** expecting Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. Finally the bedroom door opened and Mother emerged in black party dress. I whistled as she playfully twirled on her black strappy shoes with 6 inch heels. The high heel pushed her height up to 5′ 8.” She was sill three inches shorter than me. I was surprised she could spin so gracefully on heels that high without falling down.Her legs were encased in black silk hosiery which I hoped were thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. Her elegant black dress was washed silk crepe that had graceful lines and subtle detailing. It had a deep V at the neck that tastefully revealed her amble cleavage. The back was also a deep V that dipped to just above her waist and accented her shoulder blades. It also announced that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress was sleeveless with a shift silhouette and it fell just above her knee. At her throat was a round blue sapphire solitaire pendent that was suspended from a white gold necklace. She had matching sapphire ear-rings. The sapphires highlighted her pale blue eyes perfectly. Her make-up was perfect and complemented the natural beauty of her face. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was tastefully pulled to the back of her head in tight Chignon knots near the base of the neck. “You are so beautiful.” I choked with emotion. Surprised she looked into my eyes and smiled as she tried to gage my feelings. “Do you approve?” I nodded like a bobble head figurine and herded her to the door. Thirty minutes later, we parked at the pier and boarded the dinner cruiser. My boss and his beautiful wife, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton, were at the top of gangway welcoming guests on board. I kissed my boss’s wife’s hand and then shook his. I turned to introduce my mother when Mrs. Thornton let out a shrill yelp, “Tommy you sly dog. You got married when you were in Chicago. We suspected you had gal back home.” Confused I looked at my mother, Mrs. Thornton was holding up my mother’s left hand examining her wedding ring. We had forgotten about Mother’s wedding ring, a detail that complicated our charade. Mother reacted calmly and introduced herself, “I’m Mona, Mrs. Thornton.” “Please call me Susan.” Mr. Thornton interjected, “Congratulations you two. This calls for champagne!” While waiters went to fetch the sparkling wine Mr. Thornton called to the crowd, “Everyone…..everyone! Tommy got married when he was in Chicago, come meet his bride Mona.” The crowd applauded and soon Mother and I were inundated with questions and congratulations. We became slightly separated by the on rush of well-wishers and I just hoped our unrehearsed answers would be vaguely similar enough to be sufficiently informative to extinguish further inquiry.Susan Thornton insisted we share her and Mr. Thornton’s table for supper. I ate nervously expecting our counterfeit marital relation to explode in Mother’s humiliation and my career ruination. Mother and Susan were close to the same age with several shared interests. They seemed to hit it off. “Do you have any c***dren from your previous marriage?” asked Susan. “One, a son,” Mother replied. “What does he think of your new groom?” Mother grinned broadly at Susan and squeezed my thigh under the table, “Oh, I think he’s quite excited by it. Isn’t that right honey?” Then she leaned over and kissed me playfully on the lips. My dick got so hard I could swear I could hear the fabric of my trousers ripping at the seams. “Uh, huh,” was all I could mustard for a respond as I fought to regain my breathing. I felt like I was panting like a dog in the summer heat. After dinner Mr. Thornton toasted the newlyweds and insisted we the lead with the first dance. I took Mother’s hand and led her to the dance floor. As the music began I held her at arm’s length and we waltzed around the floor in a natural rhythm and harmony. I thought I had never seen Mother more beautiful and I told her so. The musical number ended and the crowd once again applauded us and then joined us on the dance floor. As the band began to play again Susan Thornton leaned over to us from her husband’s embrace and said, “You two are just a lovely couple. You both just radiate love for each other.” We smiled at her and then at each other as we too joined in the dance. We danced several more numbers and then exited the crowded dance floor to the deck outside. The lights of the city bopped across the bay and the full moon provided romantic lighting. I had to wonder if Mr. Thornton had arranged for that too. Mother crossed her arms as if she were cold so I d****d my suit coat on her shoulders. She smiled up at me and I put my arm on her shoulder and pulled her close to me. We stood at the ship’s rail and watched the city glide by. She wrapped her arm around my waist and we basked in each other’s warmth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would get so intense,” I said. She glanced at me and then turned back to watch the city skyline, “Not quite the role I agreed to play but stimulating none the less.” “Mr. Thornton complimented me on capturing such a fine specimen of cougar.” I chuckled. “Cougar?” I replied, “A woman who preys upon younger guys.” Mother moved her hand down from my waist and patted my ass, “Not just any guy, my guy.” I turned her toward me and kissed her. My tongue explored her open mouth as she received my probing tongue. She had her hands on my butt and pulled me closer my erection throbbed between our bellies. I slipped my hand down the front of her dress and snaked my hand beneath the material. I was pleased to find her nipple erect and the silky smoothness of her breast reflected the silk fabric of her dress. Had it not been for the heat rising from her tit I would have been hard pressed to say where one ended and the other began.She moaned and then she pushed me away. We stood a foot apart panting like a****ls sizing each other up. I moved to embrace her again but she put her hand flat against my chest and shook her head no. She handed me back my jacket and took my hand and led me back to the party inside. I watched Mother’s ass sway in the silky material of her dress and longed to stick my tongue in her crack. We sat back down with the Thorntons. We drank more champagne and Mother explained how we would had a long distance relationship because of her projects in Chicago. Susan asked about our honeymoon plans and Mother informed her we were both too busy to take a honeymoon right now would take one later. Mr. Thornton bragged to Mother telling her I was his top salesman. She smiled squeezed my cock under the table and commented, “Tommy’s charm was what got me out of Chicago.” I was startled by Mother’s groping hand and I jumped fortunately the band was playing a slow song so everyone assumed I was getting up to dance with my bride. I held Mother close as my erection nestled against her pubic area as her hips swayed to the music. I realized she was grinding herself on my dick. “You’re driving me crazy. If you’re not careful I’m going to cum in my pants.” I whispered hoarsely but still too loud as several couples glanced in our direction. Mother laughed and pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “Just playing my role, Baby.”The boat docked and Mr. and Mrs. Thornton exchanged knowing glances as I hurried Mother down the gangplank after a quick goodbye to them. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. Mother scooted next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and enjoyed the warmth of her body next to mine. “I love you, Mom,” I broke the silence but I hoped not the spell. “How far are you going to play your role?” “I know you want me,” she gripped my thigh. I gasped and fought the urge to cum. “Do you want me like I want you?” She patted my leg, “Yes, Baby I do. I feel so wonton, so wicked… its wrong. You’re my son. I can’t cheat on your father.” We arrived at my apartment I opened the door and she silently entered the living. She spun to speak and I took her in my arms and hungrily kissed her. She kissed me back her tongue twirling with mine. I grasped her butt and pushed her pelvic into mine grinding her against my hard cock. She pushed me away panting and looked frightened with big doe eyes. “No… Tommy… this…this is…wrong.” I was beyond reason I grabbed her and pulled her into my embrace. Once again I kissed her deeply. She sighed into my mouth and went limp in my arms uşak escort her resistance was broken she had surrendered to lust. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She whimpered as I lay her on the covers. I took off my suit coat and tie and threw them into the overstuffed chair.Mother had taken on an angelic repose. The moon shone in from the balcony’s glass door cast a romantic pale thru the room. I climbed on the bed and kissed her lips she returned my kiss by darting her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her neck mesmerized by her perfume. I slid her dress top down to her waist revealing her breasts. They were swollen with lust and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I kissed each titty and then took a stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Mother arched her back and groaned. Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of my head. I teased the nipple with my tongue and then blew my hot breath on it. “Oh….Bab..by,” she moaned, “you’re torturing me.” I moved down the bed and lightly kissed her silk clad knee and then I moved up her thigh. I pushed the hem of her dress to her waist. Even in the dim moonlight I could tell her black panties were damp. I was pleased to discover she was wearing thigh-high stockings with a garter belt instead of panty hose. I smiled at her. Mother became rigid and turned her head toward the window I knew she was having second thoughts. I wasn’t so I began to slip her panties down. Mother sighed deeply and lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to peel them completely off. I looked down at my mother. Her breasts were heaving with exhilaration. Her dress was bunched around her waist. A strip of hair headlined her bald labia whose lips were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. I caught a whiff of her fragrance and followed it to its source. She spread her legs as my tongue lapped at the soaked folds of her pussy. Once again she moaned deeply and I could feel her hands on the back of my head encouraging me in my ministrations. I flicked my tongue across her clit and teased it from its hood. I worked two fingers into her saturated cunt. It was like dipping my fingers into melted butter her juices streamed down the crack of her ass. I swear if the air temperature was cooler steam would have risen from her cunt. Mother was babbling and shaking her from side to side. She raised her knees to her tits and began to kick the air in elation. I darted my tongue into her butthole before withdrawing my finger from her cunt and jamming it up her ass while gently biting her clit. She practically sat up and howled in orgasmic release and then collapsed on the bed. She lay still gasping for breath. She seemed to glow from the passion. While she recovered I rose from the bed and stripped. She silently watched as I removed my clothes. I watched as her eyes rested on my engorged cock. It had never been so hard or throbbed so much with desire. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled at me weakly.I strode to the bed following my extended cock. She invitingly spread her legs wide to receive me. She moaned as I pushed into her pussy until my bloated balls rested against her puckered asshole. It felt so good I thought I might pass out. I groaned and curled my toes to keep from cumming she was unbelievably tight. She patted my ass to let me know she had adjusted to my girth. I began to slowly withdraw my dick I felt the wet walls of her pussy clutch at my cock. When the head of my dick was practically falling out of her cunt entrance I slid it back in clear to the hilt. Mother muttered her pleasure. “Tommy…you’re so…hard…so…big.” Soon I had a slow tempo going and Mother groaned as I sunk into her and moaned when I began to withdraw. After just a few minutes I knew I couldn’t last any longer so I pushed myself up on my hands and began to pummel her pussy with abandon. My new position changed the angle that my pelvic bone pressed against Mother’s clit. She was huffing that she was going to cum. Her cunt contracted around my cock in orgasm. I buried my dick into her as far as it would go. Mother’s hands were on my ass and she tried to pull me deeper into her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I bellowed as my cum exploded into my mother’s hot pussy. White lights flashed in my brain and I fought to stay conscious. I collapsed back onto my elbows and gasped for air. I rested my head on my mother’s big beautiful breasts. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I remained fully erect and fully seated in her cunt. Mother’s fingers ran thru my hair and she brought my face to hers and kissed me. “I love you, Tommy. I love you so much.” I caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek and I softly whispered “I love you too, Mom.” After recapturing my breath I began to thrust again into Mother’s inundated pussy. I could feel my spilt seed running down between my balls and the crack of her ass. I leaned my head down and sucked a nipple. “Ohh…Tommy…Baby.” she whimpered. Soon I was banging away at my mother’s insatiable cunt as she vocalized encouragement.”That’s it Baby, do me….do me.” She raked her finger nails down my back and grabbed my ass trying feed more of my massive dick into her hungry hole. Cries of ecstasy echoed in my ears as my mother’s cunt once again contracted around my dick in orgasm. It felt like her cunt was trying to milk every drop of cum I had in my balls. My nut sack tightened and I growled as my cock shot streams of spunk into her pussy. “Ohhh… Mom-ma, Mama.” I grunted. I softened and pulled out of Mother’s slushy pussy. I rested on my back and she rolled over and cuddled against me. She looked up into my face trying to figure out my feelings. I hugged her tight, kissed her and soothingly said, “I love you so much.” She kissed me back and then rested her head on my chest. I could feel her tears dropping onto my skin. I wasn’t sure of her emotions but finally she relented to my questioning.”I’m okay, Tommy,” she sniffled. “Then why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” She rose up on her elbow wiped her eyes with her fingers, “You’re sweet, Baby. You didn’t hurt me in fact you gave me pleasure I haven’t felt in a very long time.” “Then why the tears?” “I’m just confused…Baby… we just committed i****t. I…I…just cheated on your father.” Once again she was bawling and all I could do was hold her. Finally she had cried herself out. Her head was resting on my chest and I stroke her hair which had come undone during our love making. “Mom, don’t feel bad. I sorted of forced myself on you. You said no but I kept at you until you relented. It’s not your fault.” Mom lifted her head and her pale blue eyes seemed to look right thru me. “Baby, I knew what I was doing. I wanted make love to you too. You didn’t force me. You made me feel desired and sexy. I haven’t felt like that in so long. You made me feel so good. I guess that’s why I’m so conflicted. How could something that felt so good be wrong… but it is.” “I’m sorry, Mom. I wanted to make love to you ever since Dad showed me that boudoir photo. I guess I just let my male hormones take over. I never considered how my lust might make you feel.” She kissed my chest, “Gosh, you’re so sweet, Baby.” Her fingers began to trace trails through my chest hair. She hesitated and then spoke, “If I asked you a question would you answer me honestly?” “Sure, Mom.” “You said your father gave you that picture?””He did. Why?” “I’m not stupid. I think your father planned this little encounter didn’t he? He showed you a picture of me in a sexy pose and then talked you into inviting me out here to be your date.” My silence confirmed her suspicion. She once again began to weep. I held her tight and tried to comfort her. Finally she whimpered, “He loves me so much. Did he tell you he can’t make love anymore?” “Yeah. It was difficult for him to admit but he did.” “That’s what I mean. He knew how frustrated I’ve been, so he arranged for you to be his sexual replacement. How can he love me so much?” “You shouldn’t feel guilty about it Mom. Dad knew you’d refuse to have sex with anyone you didn’t love and that you wouldn’t have an affair with anyone because you loved him so much. He just figured since we already loved each other it would be the best solution.” She said, “You’re right I shouldn’t feel guilty. I can’t believe what he did. I love your father so much. How do you feel about the situation? I shouldn’t have let the Thorntons think I was your cougar wife. I probably ruined your career.” “Mom, I love you so much. I can use your story about our long distance relationship to keep the Thorntons from getting too nosey. Besides I spend so much time on the road they shouldn’t get too suspicious.” I paused and began caressing Mother’s ample breast her nipple hardened at my touch. I grinned at her reaction and then added, “I never knew sex could be so gratifying between a man and woman. I guess I had never made love before. It’s so much more satisfying than simple sex.”Mom smiled and began to stroke my cock beneath the sheet and it sprang to life. She said, “Tommy, my son, I love you.” She threw the sheet off me. Then she swung her leg over me and straddled my middle. I began to knead her big tits. She moaned with delight as she grabbed my hard cock. I watched as she slowly fed it into her ravenous cunt. I moaned enthralled as my dick disappeared into her snatch, soppy with my sperm and her own lusty liquid. She sat still adjusting to my amplified prick. I reached up and brought her face down to mine. Our tongues entwined in a deep French kiss. She broke our kiss to breath and sat back on me. My hands went to her tits and I began to firmly squeeze them and gently pinched her nipples. She rode up on my cock her wet labia clung lovingly to my shaft. She rose on until the head almost popped out of her. She grunted as she slid herself fully back down on me. She set a steady pace and began to diddle her clit. I moved my hands down to her hips and watched her big tits bounce in cadence. Mother’s velocity increased. She was close to orgasm and I shifted my hands to her buttocks and grabbed each cheek. I helped her pitch up and down on my dick. She began to whine lost in lust. I savagely shoved a finger up her ass to my second knuckle. Her cunt tightened its grip on my cock. She threw back her head and howled as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. It was more than I could stand and I began to hiss as my own orgasm burst from my dick in white hot frothy spurts of cum into Mother’s sweet, sweet pussy. She collapsed on top of me and my sated cock slipped from her slushy snatch. She rolled off me and snuggled up to me. “I love you Son. I haven’t been this satisfied in long time.” I hugged her close and smiled and drifted off to sleep. I hadn’t been that satisfied either.I awoke the next morning to find that Mother had already left my bed. I yawned and stretched then threw the covers off of me and got out of bed. I was so sated from last night’s sex I didn’t even have my usual morning erection. Mother was wrapped up in her terry cloth robe making breakfast in the kitchen and talking on her cell phone. I waved at her as I went into the bathroom. She smiled and nodded at me while continuing her conversation. I deduced she was talking to my father. Hot water sprayed from the shower head and I stepped under it. I lathered my body vigorously with soap and resisted the temptation to jerk-off. I fretted over Mother’s mood this morning. She had been on an emotional roller coaster last night moving from depths of doubt to heights of ecstasy. After my shower I brushed my teeth and went ahead and shaved just to stall for time and allow Mother to finish her discussion with Dad. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to the kitchen. Mother had just completed her call with an “I love you” to my father. She smiled and said, “I love you too, Baby-boy,” she stood on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek as she snapped the cell-phone shut with a click. She turned and poured coffee into a cup for me. I took a seat on the barstool at the kitchen counter. She placed a bowl of cantaloupe and honey-dews cut up into bite size chunks down on the counter. She produced two forks and we ate out of the same bowl her standing on one side of the counter and me sitting on the other. “Sorry breakfast is so sparse,” she said, “I’ve been talking to your father.” “And…” my voice cracked with anxiety. She smiled at my apprehension, “I told him I had a very satisfactory time with you last night.” “That’s it.” “Honey, if your father loves me enough to arrange for his son to bed his wife because he can no longer sexually perform. Then I have to love and respect him enough to talk around the edges about it so as not to hurt his feelings.” “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” I said and took a sip of coffee. “Instead of saying Tommy fucked me real good last night, I said, my time with Tommy was very satisfying.” I spit coffee all over the counter. I had never heard my mother use the word fuck before.Mother laughingly fetched a dish rag and cleaned up my mess. Then she said, “I told your dad, that I was grateful for his suggestion that I spend the weekend with you and that my time with you was just what I needed to alleviate some of my pent-up frustration. I told him how much I loved him and how much I appreciated his love for me.” “What did he say?” I asked. “He said he was glad that we were having such a good visit and he told me not to feel guilty about it. He said I should enjoy and encourage further trysts with you. He said he loved us both and to take pleasure in our time together.” “How do you feel this morning?” “About us?” she asked,” About what we did?” I nodded. “Well I can tell you,” she said as she came around the counter, “or I can show you.” Her robe hit the floor. She stood before me in all her naked glory. Her huge boobs rose and fell in cadence with her breathing. Her nipples were hard and she twinked each one between her forefinger and thumb. She grinned at me mischievously and her pale blue eyes impishly twinkled as she sauntered toward me. My cell phone buzzed on the counter. Mom picked it up and laughingly said, “Hello, Tommy’s Hot Honey speaking… oh hi, Susan.”Susan was my boss’s wife and she and Mom had hit it off at the party last night. I reached for Mom’s bare breast and gave it a playful squeeze. She smiled at me and then smacked my hand. She turned her back to me while she listened to Susan on the other end of the phone. “I fly back Sunday evening at four. …No we don’t have any definite plans for the day. Maybe go to the beach,” said Mother, answering questions from Susan. I stood up and snuggled up to Mother’s back. My erection tented the towel I had around my waist and naturally it fell into the crevice of her ass. Mother still had her hair up in a bun to keep it dry from her earlier bath. I kissed her exposed neck. She smelled of jasmine bath soap. She leaned back into me and tried to stifle a moan. I took both her breasts and fondled them like the ripe melons they were. Mother struggled to concentrate on what Susan was saying. I trailed a hand down her taut belly. My fingers had just reached her strip of sparse pubic hair when Mother slammed her elbow into my belly. “Damn it, Tommy I’m on the phone.” Then into the phone she said, “Sorry… yeah, Tommy can’t keep his horny hands off of me.” She laughed at something Susan said and then looked up at me with a questioning expression. “You want to treat us to a night at Landmark Hotel as a wedding present for an abbreviated honeymoon? I don’t know…. but where will you….okay, thank you so much Susan.” Mother turned back to me with a beaming smile on her face. “You work for some very nice people. The Thorntons have just given us their romantic stay at the Landmark Hotel all expenses paid.” I was speechless so Mother continued, “Susan pointed the Landmark Hotel out to me last night when we sailed by on the dinner cruise. She said it was the most romantic spot in San Diego. She said her husband has taken her there for Valentine’s Day every year since they have been married.” “It is not only the most romantic place it’s the most expensive too. The rooms go for $500 a night.” I said. Mother laughed, “Susan said they were going to go to a ski lodge at Big Bear. She said Mr. Thornton was going to make her do all sorts of wicked things dressed like a snow bunny.” I watched as Mother pushed errant strands of reddish-blonde hair from her face. I licked my lips as I watched her boob shift as she raised her arm. My hard cock throbbed with yearning. She noticed my tented towel. “We really should get dressed if we are going to the Hotel.” I nodded with disappointment but said nothing. Mother noticed my distress. “I don’t know if Momma’s Boy can wait that long. His cock looks so hard,” she said in a pouty voice that made my dick get even harder. I actually curled my toes.She seductively swayed her hips as she moved toward me. She stopped in front of me and ran her fingers up my chest and around my neck. She kissed me deeply. I couldn’t tell whose nipples were harder, hers or mine. “Momma’s pussy hasn’t had this much attention in long time so it’s kind of sore this morning,” again with the pouty voice. “Maybe, Momma can pleasure her son in a different way.” She ripped the towel from my waist and dropped to her knees in front of my distended cock which danced with desire before her eyes. She watched it sway for a moment. “Baby, your cock is so hard…so large.” Her eyes shifted to mine as her small delicate hand steadied my prick as she lovingly siphoned my bulbous head into mouth. She never took her pale blue eyes off me. I gasped for breath and curled my toes to keep from cumming. “Ohhhhhh.” Her eyes laughingly glimmered with naughtiness as she licked the underside of my shaft. Her hand shifted to my balls and she gently squeezed them. “Are they full, Baby? Are they full for me?” she teased. She engulfed both of my bloated balls into her mouth. The suction she produced on them would have put a Hoover vacuum to shame. She spit my balls out and licked back down the length of my shaft to the head. Grapping my dick again she tantalizingly darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now she had me standing on my tip toes. My cock disappeared into her mouth and she began to suckle while stroking the remaining shaft. Her head bobbed like a banshee while she jacked my dick with one hand and rolled my balls like they were dice with the other. My mind was becoming overloaded with gratification as it switched from one pleasure to another. I felt my dick begin to twitch signaling I was close to climax. Suddenly she jammed her finger up my ass and spunk gush out of my cock like a fire hose. I bellowed like bull and struggled to stay conscious as white light tore thru my brain and blood pounded in my ears. Mother didn’t even try to catch my cum in her mouth she let it wash over her face and drip down to her tits. When I finished spewing I looked down at Mother gasping for air. She rested her bottom on her heels and looked up at me. One of her eyes was shut and the lashes seemed glued together with my cum. Her face and tits were quite literally covered with my jism. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and I burned the image into my memory. She smiled and said, “Feel better now, Baby.” I nodded and she grabbed the towel from the floor and began to clean herself up. She held out her hand and I pulled her up from the floor and into and an embrace. “I love you,” I said. “I know you do. I love you too. Now go get dressed.” We dressed and packed for our stay at the Landmark Hotel, the most romantic place in San Diego. It was a huge Victorian structure located on the beach, a perfect place for romance.Mother was sitting next to me as my convertible crossed the bridge over the bay into Coronado. The top was down and the sun was soothing even though my hair was whipped by the wind. Mother had a big sun hat pinned to head to keep her hair in place. She smiled and patted my leg and then watched a Navy ship sail beneath the bridge. When we arrived at the hotel it was too early to check-in so the clerk at the front desk offered to hold our bags while we enjoyed brunch. He would notify us when our room was ready. Mother paused on the veranda as the sun penetrated the white cotton gauze skirt. Her white thong and bare butt cheeks were clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. She looked over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious grin. My dick got hard and I hobbled behind her as the hostess showed us to our table. “Mother have I ever told you what a great ass you have,” I said as I adjusted my cock for comfort after the waiter had left with our order. She giggled, “I don’t believe you have but I’m glad you like it.” I sipped my orange juice and feasted on the beauty of my mother. Her strawberry blonde hair was shoulder length and topped by a wide brimmed straw colored sun hat. It had a wide white band that matched her skirt. She wore heart-shaped rhinestone earrings that dangled from her earlobes and a rhinestone heart necklace. Her white cotton blouse was held in place by two buttons which strained to contain Mother’s ample bosom. The areolas of her breasts where tantalizingly visible beneath the light cotton fabric. Despite the warm sunshine her nipples were obviously hard and tented the material of her top. She tied the shirt tail together above her naval to show off her rhinestone belly chain. She exuded sexuality. “You are beautiful.” Her smile was as radiant as the California sun. “I love you Baby-boy let’s make this a time to remember.” “Sounds great but I do have to admit I feel a little guilty about this…” Mother shook her head, “Why it was your father’s idea to get me in your bed.” I chuckled, “Not that. I’ve come to terms with that and I hope you have too. I feel guilty about being here at the Landmark under false pretenses. I feel like I’m taking advantage of the Thorntons’ well wishes. As you said I work for good people.” The waiter brought champagne, strawberries and oysters. We began to eat. Surfers were already hanging- ten near the beach and provided the diners with entertainment as they ate. Mother bit into a chocolate covered strawberry and moaned. “This is so good…muhhh.” I chuckled and sipped my flute of champagne which had a strawberry floating in it, “I don’t understand all the strawberries…and oysters for brunch?” Mother laughed, “Why Baby most of these foods are aphrodisiacs. Chocolate, strawberries and champagne are known female aphrodisiacs. In fact …” she skewered a cucumber slice on her fork and pointed it at me, “cucumbers are thought to increase a woman’s stimulation by increasing the blood flow to the vagina.” She chewed the vegetable up, swallowed and continued, “Oysters, figs and avocados invigorate males. And, honey and bananas are needed for the production of sex hormones for both genders.” “And you know all this how?” Mother smiled at me coyly, “Tommy, I have read a book or two. Your father claimed I was a nymphomaniac and ate foods like this just to keep up with me.” “Really?” I giggled. Mother took her foot out her wedge sandal and rested it in my lap. I smiled across the table and she smiled back, “Eat your oysters, Baby, you’re going to need them.” “Yes, Mother,” I responded slurping an oyster off its shell with one hand and caressing her bare calf with the other.We finished eating but continued to sip champagne. Mother twirled her wedding ring around her finger. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about my ring last night. They say the devil is in the details. Maybe it’s better to let the Thornton’s assume I’m your wife. If I had taken my ring off there would have been a very noticeable white circle of skin.” She pulled her ring off to confirm that a circle of pale skin was clear evidence that a wedding band was usually in place on her finger. “Would you rather they think I’m your wife or someone else’s wife you’re fucking?” “Without a doubt my wife, the last guy that was fooling around with a married woman got fired. I do like my job.” I said and then leaned in and whispered, “even though you are someone else’s wife I am fucking.” “Not to mention, your mother,” she added as her eyes shifted to a surfer who had been knocked down by a wave. “How do you feel about that? I think you’ve resolved your feelings concerning fidelity and Dad but, what about your feelings about me, your son?” She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. Her pale blue eyes gazed into mine. “You’re my son, I love you. I always have and I always will. You and I have always been especially close now we are intimately close. It seems natural. What do you think of me?” I squeezed her hand, “Mother you are the sexiest woman I know. I never understood the term making-love until last night. I love you like no other. I wish you could stay with me forever.” My emotions suddenly crashed down on me and I looked out at the ocean to gain control. Mother patted my hand, “Our time here will be our time together no one will ever share that.”I nodded and she suggested we go check out the hotel shops until our room was ready. We billed our room for the meal and strolled into the lobby and into the various speciality stores. The lobby décor was very Victorian featuring deep rich woods. There was a Victorian dress shop that complemented the hotel’s motif. Mother insisted we go in she wanted a new dress. A heavy set sales clerk wearing a Neo-Victorian walking dress greeted us as soon as we srolled into the shop. She looked at Mother’s frame and hair color and immediately began making suggestions. Mother asked if I might accompany her back to the fitting room while she tried on outfits. The clerk said, “Of course, most of our patrons usually prefer the opinion of their male companions.” Then she escorted us to a room in the back of the store. In the corner was a three-paneled wooden screen about shoulder high and reminiscent of Vaudeville dressing rooms. An over-stuffed chair was centered in front of triplicate full-length mirrors angled to give front and side views. I took a seat in the chair while Mother undressed behind the screen. Her head and neck were above the screen so she continued to talk to me while the sales clerk fetched outfits. She left her skirt and blouse hanging on hooks behind the screen and then stepped out from behind it. Her big bare breasts caught my attention first. “Isn’t this fun, Son,” she said as she twisted her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. I nodded sat up and crossed my legs to conceal my huge hard-on. Mother smiled and then lightly ran a finger up her thong covered slit. The white fabric clung to her cunt lips fashioning a succulent camel-toe. “Is this the place my Baby-boy wants to put his big bodacious boner?” she teased. I nodded again. The door creaked open and the sales clerk brought in an armful of garments. Mother turned her back to me and stepped behind the screen giving me a glimpse at her perfect heart-shaped ass. I sighed and thanked my lucky stars I was with her. The sales clerk explained the merits of each outfit as Mother tried them on. She would ask my opinion about each one and then flash me some luscious flesh as she stripped out of them. I was beginning to get light headed from the shift of blood supply from my noggin to my nethers. Mother finally chose a vanity lace skirt and a ladies vest. She had me go check on the availability of our room with the front desk while she paid for her purchases.Our room was ready and I waited with the uniformed bell hop for Mother in the lobby. The hotel in keeping with their Victoria theme had their bell hops dressed in period dress. He smiled at me appreciatively as Mother sashayed towards us. Once again the sunlight got behind her and put her female form fully on display beneath the gauzy white skirt. She said the shop would deliver her purchase to the room later. The bell hop carried our bags and led us into a turn of the century elevator. He closed the birdcage door behind us and pushed the button for the third floor. Once the lift stopped and the cage was opened Mother took the room key from the bell hop and sauntered down the hall in front of us. She knew we watching her ass wiggle so she gave us a show by putting an extra swing in her hip. We came to the room, Mother handed the key back to the bell hop so he could open the door for us. He swung the door open and led us into the room carrying our bags. Mother started to follow him but I stopped her. “I want to carry my bride across the threshold.” I scooped her up into my arms and she laughed. I kissed her and put down in next to the bed. The bell hop was opening the curtains to the balcony. Mother took off her straw hat and threw it on the bed. She kicked off the wedged sandals from her feet. The bell hop went into the bathroom and turned on the light. He pointed out that the terry cloth bath robes were free for us to take, the towels too. He chuckled and said the hotel considered it good advertisement. He stopped in mid-sentence as Mother dropped her skirt and stood in her thong and blouse.She undid the bow that her shirt-tails were tied-in and started to unbutton her blouse. The bell hop and I just stared. Mother smiled and said, “Tip the man, Darling, I need you to make love to me, right now.”He held out his hand and smiled as Mother dropped her blouse revealing her huge hooters. I pressed several bills into his palm without looking at what denominations they were. He got a glimpse of Mother as she turned her back to us and quickly pulled her thong down to her ankles. Her pink pouting pussy lips and pretty little pucker were revealed to us. I slammed the door behind him as he walked out. Mother laughed uproariously. She was half sprawled on the bed with her legs dangling off the edge of it when I turned back around from the door. She was pinching a nipple with one hand and lazily running a finger from her other hand between the folds of her labia. “I’m so wet Baby,” she cooed. I picked her leg up by the ankle and kissed a painted toe before I sucked it into my mouth. “Awww, Bab-b-ee,” she gasped. I kissed her ankle then her knee slowly working my way up her succulent thigh. Her pussy was splayed open before my lustful gaze. Her fragrance beckoned me to indulge. I began to lap at her labia like a starving bloodhound. I slid two full fingers into her simmering snatch. It felt like warm wet velour. Her clit was peeking from its hood so I darted my tongue against it. Mother began to babble unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. I pulled my fingers from her twat and replaced them with my thumb. Meanwhile, I worked my saturated middle finger up her butthole. She clutched at the covers and pulled them groaning. I pinched my finger and thumb together the only thing separating them was her innards. At the same time I gently bit her clit. Mother arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. She collapsed into silence. I got up off my knees. Mother watched me unbutton my shirt with half open eye-lids. She feebly smiled as my trousers hit the floor. My hard dick danced with desire. Her legs were still spread wide and I slid between them. I put my hands behind her knees and pushed them to her tits. I sank my pulsating pecker into her up to my balls. Warranted gratification caused us both to moan. I began to thrust into Mother’s pussy like a man possessed. She pulled me deeper into her by my ass. Her big boobs bounced up and down like they were directly propelled by my penis. I really began to hammer her cunt. Mother pleaded for me to pull out of her pussy before I shot my load. I had barely withdrawn my dick from her quivering quim before I was spewing spunk all over her belly. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I hissed as white light bopped thru my brain like bolts of lightning. My passion drained as Mother stroked and squeezed my shaft to milk each drop of cum from me with one hand. She gently compressed my balls with the other. When I was depleted Mother leaned back on her elbows and said, “Wow, Baby, that’s a lot of cum.” She giggled looking down at her torso which was covered with my cum from her tits to the top of her thighs. Most of it was centered on her charming cunt. Her thin strip of sandy pubic hair was lost beneath my white goo. I smiled at her and whizzed, “I love you, Momma.” “Oh, Tommy I love you too. Thanks for pulling out of my pussy Baby-boy. I love to feel you cum in me but I just don’t want to go all day with a sloppy pussy. Get me a towel Sugar.”After fetching a wash cloth warmed with water I slowly bathed my semen from her. I started with just the few drops beneath her breasts then down her belly to the puddles of cum left between her legs. I figured she may be a little sore from the pounding I had just given her so I touched her privates as gently as I could. She purred with pleasure as the warm cloth soothingly cleaned her skin. I patted her dry and then collapsed on the bed next to her. She kissed me deeply and whispered, escort uşak “I do love you, Son. I love you so much.” She laid her head on my chest and we dozed for an hour or so. We got up and put on our bathing suits and headed down to the beach. Mother wore the same aqua blue bikini she had worn at the pool at my apartment yesterday. It had a bandeau top that highlighted her big breasts and the French-cut bottom accented her shapely hips. I noticed as she slipped into her wedge sandals that the material snugly clung to her cunt lips. I felt a stirring in my loins. A breeze from the ocean came from the balcony and I detected that Mother’s nipples were hard through her bikini top as she lifted her arms to put on her straw sun hat. She put on her white blouse as a cover-up and I asked her to tie the bottom in such as a way as I could watch her ass wiggle as she walked. “I love your ass Mom, please let me watch it in action,” I pleaded. Mother laughed lovingly and patted my face, “Sure, Lover. If that’s what you want.” She rolled the tail of the shirt and then tied it into a bow around her waist. She spun around and asked, “Good enough, Tommy?” The fabric from her bikini bottom had ever so slightly infested the crevice of her ass. She put both hands on her butt in order to sneak out the material. I stopped her, “Leave it…” She looked at me questioningly and I added, “…please.” She shrugged her shoulders and led the way out the door. I followed her hiding my hard dick with our beach towels. I loved to watch the rise and fall of each buttock and the sideways sway of her hips. More aqua blue material inched into her crack. I couldn’t believe I could get so hard by simply watching my mother walk. We found a spot on the crowded beach and laid out our towels. Mom slipped her blouse off and sat straight legged next to me and leaned back on her hands and looked out at the ocean. I joined her and we quietly watched the waves splash against the sand and then retreat seaward again. Mom rubbed her abdomen and said with a smile, “The sun feels good on my belly, Baby. You’ve given me so many orgasms my tummy is sore.” I grinned at her and said, “Giving you an orgasm is my pleasure.” She kissed my cheek, “Mine too. I love you.” A couple of guys strolled by us and lustfully leered at my mother. She caught me glaring at the guys and heard me mutter by displeasure under my breath. “Does it bother you that men like to look at me?” she asked. “Sometimes…it’s one thing if they are admiring the way you look. I mean my friends were, and still do as a matter fact, tell me how hot you look. I never minded that but I don’t like guys eye-fucking you, especially strangers.” I growled. She giggled, “Eye-fucking, that’s quite a phrase. So if one of your buddies sees a lingerie photo of me and says your mom looks hot you’re okay with it?” I nodded. “But, if some stranger lustfully looks at my ass or tits fully-covered with his tongue hanging out you take umbrage?” I nodded again. “You didn’t seem upset about the bell hop seeing me practically naked. He was a lustful stranger…” This time I laughed, “No Mother, you weren’t practically naked…you were naked.”I paused and then said, “It’s real difficult for any guy to see a woman showing you her cooter and not lust for her. But he wasn’t all ‘Man I’d love to fuck your woman,’ he was more, ‘Dude, you’re so lucky to be nailing that.” “Nailing that…”She laughed and hugged me. “Tommy, I love you so much. You’re so cute. And Baby you nailed me good too.” She rubbed her belly. “I guess,” I chuckled, “but it was more than sex. I wanted to pleasure you so much. I wanted to be pleasured by being inside you…it was more than just getting off.” Smiling she ruffled my hair and said, “That’s called making love, Baby.” She took off her wide brimmed sun hat and rolled over onto her belly. She asked me to put suntan lotion on her back as she unhooked her top. I squirt the lotion into my hand and rubbed my palms together to warm the lotion before I applied it to her back. Mother’s skin was warm from the sun and soft to my touch. I worked my way down to Mother’s delectable derriere. I paused just to admire it. Mother’s butt was perfectly heart-shaped and was rounded just right without being fat. Mother who had rested her head down on her crossed arms lifted it and looked back at me as I pushed more of her bikini bottoms up into her crack. I bent and kissed each slightly exposed butt-cheek before continuing to apply lotion to her legs. I then rolled on my own belly to conceal my rowdy woody. A middle-aged man had been watching me and he grinned broadly at me before shifting his gaze to a lovely young woman strutting down the beach in a string bikini. “What about us?” I asked watching the man. Mother lifted herself up on her elbows crossing her forearms to conceal her bosom or at least her nipples. “What do you mean, Baby?” “Are we lovers? Is this a one shot deal?” She pulled her sunglasses down her nose so I could look into her pale blue eyes. “I don’t know how to answer your questions, Tommy. We are mother and son and we have been very intimate. Can’t we just enjoy our time together?” I smiled and mumbled, “Sure Mom.” I looked out to sea trying to sort out my feelings. I had had sex with other women but the physical love I experienced with my own mother was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was sure of only one thing…I didn’t want it to end.After sunning for a while we waded out into the ocean. We didn’t stay long in the water because it was cold and the waves chased us back to the warmer environs of the beach. We grabbed our stuff and headed up to our room for a hot bath. While the huge Roman style cast iron bath tub filled with hot water we stripped out of our wet bathing suits. Mother added coconut milk to the running water. The freestanding claw foot tub stood tall enough that Mother had to get up on her tip toes to climb into it. It had a 20 inch depth and was 5 and half feet long so we both could settle in for a long luxurious soak. Mother s**ttered rose petals a top the steaming milky water. Mother lounged at one end of the tub and I at the other. Her huge boobs bobbed in the water like flotation devices. The soothing scents of coconut and rose revitalized me and my dick harden beneath the cloudy water. I watched Mother run a soapy rag over her tits. She shot me a naughty grin and scooted towards me. She d****d her wet arms around my neck excess water ran down my torso. She kissed me. She darted her tongue in mouth and entwined it with mine. “Hmmmm,” she moaned, “I love you, Baby.” My hands busily fondled her breasts as she continued kissing me. “Owww,” she gasped as I pinched her rigid nipples. Her hand groped for my cock underneath the water. She found it and began stroking it, now it was my turn to moan. Mother lifted herself up on to my lap and fed my cock into her hungry hole. She watched my eyes to gauge my gratification. I watched her eyes widen as my big cock penetrated her. We both panted with pleasure as she completely sank onto my cock until it was fully seated into her sweltering snatch. “Baby, you’re so hard….so big…it feels…feels so good…inside Mama,” she stammered. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightening her grip on my cock. The sensation took my breath away and I was thankful she had mastered her Kegel exercises. Mother sat on me in a modified Lotus position and began to glide gracefully up and down on my shaft. We embraced each other. Before Mother locked lips with me she instructed me how to share a breath with her. When she exhaled I was suppose to inhale and then vice versa. As she breathed in, she would rock her pelvis back and tighten her vaginal muscles around my cock. I gasped with pleasure. When she exhaled and she would roll her pelvis forward and her cunt would reluctantly release its grip on my dick. After a bit I was able to mirror her movements and we became entranced in ecstasy. Our passion built and before long Mother’s face took on a red radiance. Her pelvic motions became more frantic. She growled that my cock was putting pressure on her G-spot. She adjusted her movements to enhance that pressure. Water splashed on the bathroom floor as her convulsions built to climax. Her inarticulate ramblings echoed off the walls. Suddenly she stiffen, her eyes rolled back in her head and I felt a gush of fluid escape her cunt into my lap. Mother had just ejaculated. She went limp in my arms. “Mother, I love you.” I whispered holding her tight as she struggled to recover. “Are you alright?” She nodded and I picked her up by her ass and sat her on the edge of the tub. More water cascaded into the floor. Steam rose from our bodies in the cooler air as I advanced on my knees causing the water in the tub to surge back and forth. My cock was still hard and throbbing seeking relief. Mother spread her legs wide to receive me. I looked at her cunt. Her clit was swollen and fully exposed. Her labia opened like a blooming rose petal.I grasped my dick and ran it up and down her sensitive slit. Mother watched me and our eyes locked as the blunt head of my dick once again penetrated her. She blinked as I sank my full length into her up to my balls. Once again her pussy muscles clutched my cock. Mother gripped my shoulders for balance. Soon I was frantically plunging into my mother’s hot box like a lunatic. Mother bounded her heels across my ass like bronco rider trying to score an eight. She encouraged me with, “that’s it Baby, pound Momma’s pussy.” She freed a hand from my shoulder to diddle her clit. I slowed my pace to pinch her nipple. She slapped my ass and hissed, “Faster Tommy, don’t…don’t stop.” I began to pummel her pussy like I was possessed. Once again I felt her cunt contract and Mother wailed in ecstasy as wave after climatic wave crashed down on her. I loved how the contorted contours of her face reflected the rapture of her orgasm. It proved to be more than I could take and I sank fully into her snatch. My balls tightened and I shotspurts of cum deep into her. I could feel the blood pound in my ears along with Mother’s orgasmic howls. Once I was drained I sat back in the fouled water on my heels and gasped for breath. Mother leaned forward and stroked the wet hair out of my face. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. She smiled, “I love you Baby.” “I love you too” I whispered as I watched my cum dribble out of her cooch down her butthole and drip onto the side of the tub. It was another erotic sight i would sear into my memory. Mother curiously watched me as I abruptly inserted my middle finger into her wet butt hole. “Oh,” she squealed and arched her eyebrows at the sudden violation. After invading her butthole with my finger I shoved my thumb into cummy cunt. I had shot so much goo into her it was like sticking my thumb in a jar of mayonnaise. “Tommy?” she questioned. I smiled at her mischievously and pinched my finger and thumb together like I was clutching a six-pack. Once again Mother moaned and shifted her body uncertainly. I bent my face to her snatch. I whiffed the heady aroma of cum and pussy mingled with the scent of bath oil and roses. It enticed me to further exploration. I continued to just beneath Mother’s landing strip of pubs to her exposed ultra-sensitive clit. I darted my tongue against it twice. “Son,” she shouted as her body was once again racked with orgasm. She squeezed her knees together and expelled my finger from her ass with a violent push. My thumb followed suit as my own cum spewed from her contracting cunt. I was left holding a hand full of jizz. Exhausted Mother leaned against my shoulder, “You’re so good to me, Baby.” She looked into my eyes for understanding and said, “Momma needs some alone time.” I lovingly kissed her and then sat back in the sullied water. I quickly washed my dick and balls off and got out of the tub. I dried myself off. I watched as she squatted sorely in the tub to wash her exploited crotch. I left the bathroom.Sometime later Mother awoke me by kissing me on my dick. “Tommy, get up it’s time for supper. Get dress, Darling.” I looked down at the lip shaped outline left on my cock from my mother’s lipstick. Somehow I had fallen asleep on the bed while Mother was in the bathroom getting ready. I smiled at her and jumped off the bed and hurriedly dressed in khakis, a white shirt and a blue blazer. We went down to the veranda to eat what the hotel called, “Sunset Supper.” It was pretty much an aphrodisiac buffet very similar to brunch but with more hot entrees. “Another fuck food feast,” I said. Mother giggled, “Language, language.” I drank in the beauty of my mother as we stood in the buffet line. She had purchased a Neo-Victorian outfit in the lobby shop this morning. Which meant it combined 19th century fashion with modern fashion. Mother pulled the look off quite well. She had on ankle high lace-up boots of the Victorian era. Instead of simple stockings she wore a modern black fishnet body suit with long sleeves. Her skirt was a beautifully layered blue-violet vanity lace of Victorian design complete with a bustle. It would have looked very old-fashioned had it not been for the fact that it was cut to mini-skirt dimensions with the hem of the skirt barely four inches below her butt. It really showed off Mother’s legs. She wore a Victorian style vest over the top of her body suit. It was cut in such a way as to accentuate her big boobs. It was striped in a vertical trellis of blue-violet ribbon down the front with a solid black back. It had notched lapels and five fabric covered buttons that Mother fasten to keep her big tits in check. A vintage cameo hung from a gold chain around her neck. As usual Mother looked hot and my dick responded with rigidity. “Not many women could combine the fashion of two different centuries into a single stunning look, kudos,” said the middle-aged man that had caught me kissing Mom’s bottom on the beach. He was dining with his plump wife and they chatted with us while we waited in line. They had honeymooned at the Landmark 37 years ago and they habitually returned on each subsequent anniversary. Mother bragged me up concerning my job and how well I was doing on the West Coast and then smiled and lied about our “honeymoon.” She really got into the whole cougar-wife role. “Make sure and eat plenty of oysters, Honey,” she cooed for the couple to hear, “you’re going to need to maintain your vitality.” We all laughed in response. After filling our plates we retreated to our own private table. The sun was setting and sky was aflame with pastels of pink, red and orange. We didn’t speak much as we watched the sun sink into the Pacific. We just enjoyed each other’s company and the fantastic food. Mother was munching on a strawberry and said while chewing, “Isn’t this great… great food…great scenery… great companionship…great sex.” I smiled. Mother usually didn’t talk with food in her mouth. “I’m glad you think the sex has been great.” She reached under the table and patted my knee. My dick twitched in response to her touch. She said, “Baby, I love how you kiss me, how your body responds to mine, I really love the way your pecker bends a little to the left at the tip, it taps my G-spot just right.” I smacked the table with my hand as I laughed uproariously. “It’s not funny, Tommy, I’ve had so many orgasms that my tummy feels like jell-o. But, Baby, its more than simple sex…it’s kind of complicated now that I think about it.””Complicated?” Her eyes were blue puddles of wonderment, “Yeah, complicated by fact I’m your mother and you’re my son. Complicated by fact that I live in Chicago and you live in San Diego.” “So you’re saying is that this should just be a one shot deal…it’s just too complex to try to continue?” Mother grabbed my hand from the table top and brought it to her lips and kissed it, “No, Baby no. I want it to continue, I just don’t know how it can…” She looked out at the darkening ocean teary-eyed. I wiped the tear away with my thumb before it could damage her make-up, “We’ll figure it out, Mom. Let’s just enjoy tonight.” She sighed, “Sorry, Dear. You’re right…let’s take pleasure in our time together.” After eating we took a moonlight stroll and then went back to our room. Mother took off her vest almost as soon as we walked through the door. Her nipples were rigid and clearly visible beneath the fishnet material of her body stocking. She kissed me deeply her tongue probed every part of mouth. She broke our kiss and undid her skirt it hit the floor at her feet. She put her hand on her hip and struck a pose then she popped her hip a couple of times to tease me. “Like what you see, Tiger?” Mother was so sexy in the black fishnet bodysuit. It clung to every contour of her body. She twirled and I got a glimpse of her great ass. Her high-heeled ankle boots pressed her entire frame to just the right angle to emphasize her buttocks. “Get undressed, Lover, I’ll just be a minute,” she said as she went into the bathroom. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. Then I stripped almost as soon as the bathroom door closed. My cock sprang to life. It stiffly inched towards my navel. I could feel pre-cum leaking from it. After a bit Mother said from behind the closed door, “Pour us some champagne.” “Okay!” I hollered wondering why I hadn’t noticed that Room Service had brought a bowl of strawberries and bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne cooling in it. It must have been when we walking in the moonlight I surmised. I popped the cork and the sparkling wine spewed out. I was able to hold it over the bucket and keep it from spilling onto the floor. I dropped a strawberry in each of two flutes and filled them with champagne. The door opened and Mother sashayed from the bathroom. My mouth fell open and I dropped the glass in my hand. Luckily it didn’t shatter on the floor but simply spilled its contents. Mother watched the flute roll on the floor and giggled. “You’ve never been more beautiful,” I choked hoarsely searching for my voice.Mother had changed from her bodysuit into bridal lingerie. She was wearing a white under-bust corset that left her breasts bare. They looked heavy and full. Her pointy nipples begged to be sucked. She wore white sheer thigh-high stockings atop white high-heeled pumps. She wore no panties and her vulva glistened with anticipation. Her pussy was perfectly framed between the corset and stockings. Her strip of pubs seemed to point the way to her pleasure pit like a neon sign at roadside diner. To top off her outfit she wore a four foot sheer vintage wedding veil that hung below her very sexy butt. My cock was so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I could hear my own pulse in my ears and actually feel it pounding in my cock. My mouth was dry and I was panting like a dog in July. I croaked, “When did you get that get up?” “Do you like it? I got it in the lobby shop with my other outfit.” “When? I didn’t see you try this one on. I would have noticed this one.” I protested. “A woman doesn’t reveal all her secrets to her lover,” Mother smiled. “I got it when you were at the front desk checking on our room.” I watched as Mother moved stealthily towards me her hips swaying seductively from side to side. She pinched each nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Her breasts were plump and bounced with each swing of her hip. She stopped a foot in front of me. I moved to embrace her and she stuck her hand in my chest like a traffic cop. “Not so fast Lover-boy,” she teased. She looked up at my face and into my eyes like she was trying to look into my very essence. She reached up and brought my face down to hers. She lightly brushed my lips and then more forcefully probed my mouth with her tongue. Mother broke our kiss and ran a finger-nail down my chest and then my belly. My abs quivered uncontrollably from her touch and goose-bumps rose despite the heat of her touch. My cock was almost thumping my belly-button. She squatted slightly and pushed her finger deep into her cunt. “Momma’s really wet, Baby.” Mother ran her sodden finger down the length of my cock. I moaned and curled my toes to keep from cumming. “Momma’s got a surprise for her Baby-boy.” She whispered as she grasped my cock and smeared pre-cum across my belly. “I’m going to give you what no else has ever had.” She saw the question in my eyes, “I know you love my butt, Tommy. I’m giving it to you. I love you so much.” “Dad and you never?” I asked. She shook her head and kissed me again. She grabbed a corner-post of the canopy bed and bent slightly at the waist and pushed her butt out towards me. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled seductively. I dropped to my knees behind her. I looked up at Mother as she watched me. I said, “I love you, Mother more than anyone.” She nodded and I raised the veil off her butt. I kissed each cheek. Her skin was soft and warm. My tongue plunged into her hot cunt and I lovingly bite her labia.Mother moaned in ecstasy. I sucked on her pussy for just a moment longer. I then pulled her cheeks further apart. My tongue darted teasingly at her puckered butthole. “Aww, Tommy,” panted Mother. “I never dreamed that would feel so good, so erotic.” She snuck two fingers into her twat and began to push against her mound applying pressure to her clit. She stuttered, “oh-oh-oh,” as she manipulated her cunt. She roughly pulled her nipple as my tongue continued to dance in her ass. “Tom-Tom…Tommy….cum-cumming.” She huffed as she climaxed. I let her settle down and stood up and kissed her ear. I fondled her heaving breasts. I twisted her nipples until she cried out. I let my cock flop into the crevice of her ass. It was saturated with my drool. Mother pushed her butt back against my hard cock and grasped the bedpost again with both hands. “Do it Baby, do it,” she murmured. I guided my cock into her dripping pussy. I began thrusting as hard and as fast as I could. I dawdled her clit with one hand while continuing to pinch her nipples with the other. Mother wasn’t expecting the sudden assault on her cunt and began hissing and growling. Her pussy felt like warm wet velvet. She clung to the bedpost with both hands in a death grip. She threw her head back and shrieked as she climaxed. Her cunt contracted around my cock like a vice. She gasped and glanced glassy-eyed over her shoulder at me as I reluctantly withdrew my throbbing cock from her cunt. “Oh Baby…” she groaned. My cock popped into position and I began to push my blunt dick head against Mother’s tight butthole. Her sphincter resisted but I pushed persistently until it finally relented and my wet dick entered her ass. Slowly inch by inch I eased into her butt until I was buried in it up to my balls. I paused allowing Mother to adjust to my girth. She was holding on to the bed frame like a drowning person holds on to a life preserver. Her knuckles were white and she babbled, “too big… Baby…too big.” I caressed her breasts and waited. She looked back at me teary-eyed and nodded. I slowly began to withdraw my cock and just before it popped out of her ass I drove it fully back into her. She groaned. After a couple of slow strokes for her to conform to my rhythm I felt her hand on my balls. She gently squeezed them. I began to piston into her like a machine gun. Mother’s intake of breath let me know that the two fingers I had snaked into her pussy had found their mark. I could feel my dick rocketing in and out of her innards thru the walls of her pussy. I pushed my palm against her clit. Mother hung her head and howled as a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed from her pussy and splattered on the wooden floor and our ankles. I felt Mother’s body quake with orgasm. My testicles tightened and with a final push that sank my shaft deeply into her ass I began to shoot streams of cum into her. She once again massaged my balls squeezing every drop of jizz from them. I bellowed like a bull and pulled myself deeper into her by her hips. My dick softened and I slipped out of Mother. I was light headed and leaned against her back. Once my dick fell out of her, she turned around and I rested my head on her bosom and she kissed my forehead. “Careful, Baby, I`m weak-kneed too.” She warned trying to keep her balance. I hugged her close and whispered, “I love you, Mother.” She kissed my head again, “I love you too. Get in bed, Darling.”I complied with her request and crawled into bed from its foot. I sprawled in the middle of the big four posted bed whizzing for air. I wondered if you could die from sexual gratification. If you could that was the way I wanted to go I decided. Mother walked to the bathroom and I heard her use the bidet. She was wearing an old cotton night-gown and granny panties when she crawled into bed next me. I didn’t mind we were both pretty much fucked out. She scooted next to me and I d****d my arm around her. I whispered my love for her in her ear. The warmth of her body was soothing. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I realized the depth of her love for me. “Mom did you enjoy your second honey moon?” I asked. She smiled broadly back at me, “Yes, it was more than satisfactory. I waved at the black limousine. It had a placard with my name on it in the window. It stopped in front of me. I opened the back door and climbed in as an outbound jet roared overhead. I was passing through O’Hare International Airport on my way to make a sales call in Atlanta. “Welcome to Chicago,” said Mother opening her full length fur coat. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and thigh-high stockings. The panties had a smiley face on them and written in yellow above it were the words, “Welcome Home, Son.” “Hi, Mom,” I said smiling as my cock hardened. “I sure missed you.” The car pulled away from the terminal as soon as I closed the door. It accelerated to keep pace with the rushing traffic. Mother had arranged for the limo to circle the airport like a 747 waiting to land. She cooed, “It’s been a long month, Baby-boy.” I ensured the privacy widow between us and the driver was closed. Then I leaned over and kissed Mother on the mouth. My tongue hungrily searched for hers. My hand softly knead her supple breast. I gave her nipple a tug which made her gasp. “How long do you have?” she asked. I looked at my watch and grimaced, “Not much, it will take me at least forty-five minutes to get back through O’Hare’s security.” “Then we shouldn’t waste another moment.” Mother slipped her arms from her coat and lay back within its folds. She looked like a centerfold posing on a bearskin rug. Her teeth glittered with a model’s smile. Her eyes glazed with lust and urgency. The black cotton material clung to her damp labia as she ran her forefinger up and down her slit. I fumbled to get my shirt unbutton. A button flew off my shirt and landed on Mother’s tummy. “Fuck,” I cursed. Mother giggled and flicked the button into the floor. She raised her hips and pulled her panties off. She handed them to me with an impish grin. “Hurry, Baby, hurry.” Her panties were like a red traffic light. I stopped undressing and brought them to my face and inhaled the fragrance of her excitement. My nostrils flared. The aroma beckoned me onward like a green light. I stuffed the panties in my pocket and ripped my trousers open releasing my cock. My pulse sprinted thru my body speeding blood towards my cock. It bobbed with each beat of my racing heart. Mother grabbed my throbbing tool with one hand as I moved between her open legs. She lightly ran her other thru the narrow strip of ginger pubic above her bald labia. She giggled, “Baby-boy is cleared to land in Mama’s pussy.” She gently squeezed my balls, “Baby-boy these fill so full. Does Mama’s baby need some pussy?” “Yes-s-s!” I hissed as I pushed her down on her back. She guided my careening cock into her quivering quim. My cock was engulfed in the warm wet embrace of her cunt as I penetrated it. I again hissed, “Yes-s-s.” “Ahh! I…love…your…cock, Tommy!” spouted Mother as I throttled her. I rose up on arms to get better leverage. I looked down at the rapture look of Mother as my cock rested fully seated in her cunt. Her breasts rose and fell like stormy swells on Lake Michigan. I sucked a rigid nipple into my mouth. She gasped with joy. I gently bite it. She cried out chasten. Mother slapped my ass. The smacking sound echoed in the limo. I released her tit and began to pummel her cunt with vicious urgency. She continued to slap my pistoning rear like I was thoroughbred in the 4th race at Arlington Park. She urged, “Faster Tommy, faster.” I buried myself into Mother. Cum spurted from my cock as I crossed the finish line of orgasm. My eyes rolled over and white bolts of pleasure jolted through me like so much G-force. “Muth-her,” I cried in passionate release. She clutched my ass trying to pull more of me into her. She contracted her cunt muscles around my cock milking the remains of my ejaculate from it. “Cum…in Mommy…cum…Tommy.” I collapsed on top of Mother. She wrapped her legs around me. She lifted my face and kissed my lips several times before she whispered in my ear, “I love you, Baby-boy.” Mother looked at her watch and tapped on the privacy glass of the limo. “We need to get you back to the terminal.” “You didn’t cum.” I protested. She smiled at me, “That’s okay, Baby-boy. I get pleasure from having you inside me. Feeling you cum is enough for now.” I pulled out of Mother still hard. “Bullshit… I’m sorry Mother…. If I hadn’t cum so quick… maybe you would have too.” She kissed my cheek as I button my shirt, “its okay, Tommy, really. I love you.” “I’ll be back for Opening Day. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” I said as I pulled my pants back up. I kissed her deeply. The limo stopped. I broke our kiss, “I love you Mother. I’m sorry it’s been so rushed. I wish it wasn’t like this.”I hopped out of the limo and sped into the terminal. Overhead a jet screamed against the bounds of gravity as it rose skyward. I swore as I bumped into the long line waiting to clear security. I felt like screaming in frustration. “Hey buddy, you might want to fix yourself,” said a man several passengers ahead of me dropping his eyes below my belt. The women in front of me giggled. I looked down, “Oh shit.” My shirt tail was sticking out of the zipper of my trousers. I fumbled with it and zipped material from my shirt up in it and failed to get it to completely clasp. In aggravation I hissed, “Fuck it.” The struggle with my zipper did not go unnoticed by the TSA agent as I approached the metal detector. She eyed me suspiciously and waved for a male agent to escort me out of line. “Got something down your pants, sir?” “Just my dick.” The agent just glared at me not appreciating my smart-assed response. “Follow me, sir.” He and another agent took me into a room off to the side. They ordered me to strip. I noticed my shirt wasn’t buttoned correctly either. No wonder the security agents had targeted me. They gave me a full body-cavity search. While one agent violated my personal space the other went thru my clothes he pulled Mother’s panties from my pocket, “Care to explain these…” I couldn’t answer the question until the beefy digit of the agent was pulled from my rectum and I could breathe again. “They belong to my girlfriend. We had quickie in the parking lot.” The two agents glanced knowingly to each other. Then one threw my clothes back at me. The other laughed, “Sorry for any inconvenience. You may want to be completely dressed before you come to the airport next time” I sprinted to catch my plane but was too late. I waited two more hours and caught the next one to Atlanta. While I waited I fingered Mother’s panties in my pocket. I was conflicted. I had enjoyed sex with Mom even though it had been rushed. Yet it left me unsatisfied, wanting more. Mother called me on my cell and thanked me for the flowers I had sent her. She laughed uproariously as I related the story of my airport adventure. She once again told me how much she had enjoyed our time in the limo but I caught frustration in her voice.A couple of weeks later I sat between Mother and Dad at Wrigley Field for the first game of the new baseball season. It was a family tradition that we attend Opening Day. We loved the pageantry of it, but Opening Day was also a state of mind. Dad usually called in sick to work and I had been allowed to skip school for the unofficial holiday when I was a k**. It was early April so Mother wore a loose blue sweatshirt with the Cubs logo on it and skin-tight jeans. She sat in her seat in such a way that her huge boob rest on my forearm. I fought the urge to reach out and squeeze it. My dick was hard for most of the game. I felt guilty sitting next to my father while I lusted after my mother. They both seemed on edge and the excitement of the crowd couldn’t mask the tension between the three of us. The family dynamic had definitely changed. It had been my father that had arranged for me to bed my mother some weeks ago after revealing that he physically couldn’t have sex anymore. A foul ball ricocheted near us somehow Dad uşak escort bayan came up with the ball thru the throng of fans that had scrambled for it. He was beaming as he showed his trophy to Mother and me. Then with a wink he tossed it to c***d a couple rows down from us. Mother radiated a shared joy with him approving of his generosity. In that moment it dawned on me that Dad had passed his trophy, his most precious possession, his wife and my mother, to me. After watching the game we followed the crowd out of the stadium. I wanted to grab Mother’s hand and take it in mine. I shoved my hands into my pockets to avoid the temptation. I tried to read Mother’s body language but caught mixed signals. She walked close beside me invading my space brushing up against me but she kept her hands flat palmed in her hip pockets. We went to Home Plate Pizzeria not far from the stadium it was crowded and noisy. Dad sat on one side of the table and Mother sat next to me. Dad smiled as he made small talk but his eyes were sad. The only time he really seem animated was when he was telling us about his latest case. He loved being in a court room prosecuting criminals. “I’m going to Guam next week,” he said. “I’m one of the featured speakers at the Pacific Rim Legal Conference.” “That’s great, Dad.” I said shoving a piece of deep-dish pizza into my mouth. “Hank, why didn’t you say something sooner? I need to do some shopping if we are going to Guam.” Dad’s eyes shifted to Mother, “You should go to San Diego again Mona. Stay with Tommy while I’m gone.” Mother looked at me and then cast her eyes down to the table, “I should go with you. You’re my husband I need to take care of you.” “Mona, I’m not a fucking c***d. I don’t need taking care of.” I was surprised at Dad’s raised voice. Mother jumped like she had been slapped. I looked at her and then back to him livid. “Dad…there’s no need…” “Fuck you too, Buddy-boy.” “Hank, stop it,” hissed Mother her eyes full of fury. Dad exhaled. His vehemence seemed to leave him. He slumped in his chair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I have a lot on my mind.”He sipped from his glass of water, “Look Mona I want you to go to Tommy’s. I don’t want you home alone. Tommy doesn’t have any sales trips planned next week. Right Buddy-boy?” I shook my head positively. I glanced at Mother but she avoided eye contact. My father continued, “You can’t come to Guam with me, Mona. No spouses allowed.” Dad turned his attention back to me, “I think Tommy needs you more than I do right now, judging from the flowers and the phone calls. Isn’t that right Tommy?” I fidgeted. “Sure, Dad. I miss Mom.” He smiled triumphant, “See Mona. Tommy needs you to stay with him. You’ve been restless since you gotten back from San Diego. Don’t you need to spend time with your son?” “Yes,” she whispered. Dad again beamed in victory. “It’s settled then. I go to Guam. You go to San Diego.” We walked outside the restaurant none of us sure how to proceed. I had booked a room at the historic Chicago Beach Hotel located right on the Lake Front. I had decided not to stay in my parent’s home while I was in Chicago out of respect for my father and fear I might not be able to keep my hands off my mother while I was there. I hailed a taxi. Dad headed for the parking lot where his car was parked. Mother stood between us pulling at her hair. She looked at me anxiously as I opened the cab door, waiting for her. She turned to Dad and watched him retreat down the street slouched. She turned back to me teary-eyed. She spun on her heel and chased after Dad.The sound of her high heels on the pavement was a siren song for me. I watched her ass wiggle in her tight-jeans. The cab driver’s shout broke my reverie. I felt guilty. Dad dragged Mother towards the cab. He signaled me to get in the cab. He pushed Mother in after me tears streaming down his face. He ordered the driver to take off as he slammed the door. Mother clutched me and sobbed. The driver glanced back suspicious in the rear-view mirror. After a bit Mother calmed down and dabbed at her eyes with the shirt-sleeves of her sweatshirt. Black dots from her tear laden mascara stained the blue cloth. She whispered, “I’m sorry.” I hugged her close and kissed her forehead. “I love you, Mom.” She smiled and patted my thigh, “I know you do Tommy. I’m just conflicted.” “I’ll take you home. Driver….” He glared back at me in the rear-view mirror. “No!” she shook her head for emphasis her strawberry blonde locks in disarray. The taxi arrived at the hotel and I paid the driver. A brisk breeze was blowing off of Lake Michigan forcing the temperature to drop. I took Mother’s hand and we hurried inside. We rode silently in the elevator up to my room holding hands just enjoying each other’s company. Mother smiled up at me weakly. I giggled at her mussed make-up and pointed into the mirrored wall of the lift. “My goodness I look a sight,” she observed. “Just like a raccoon.” When we arrived in my room I was surprised to see an overnight bag on the king-sized bed. I recognized it as Mother’s. There was a note from Dad that simply said, “Thought you might need a few things. Enjoy yourself. Love Hank.” Mother smiled at me weakly and took the bag off the bed and climbed on it. She patted the spot next to her beckoning me to join her. “Come to Mama.”The bed creaked as I crawled on it. I lay on my back and Mother snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you, Mom.” In a hushed voice she told me, “Your father’s been so emotionally distant since I got back from San Diego. I tried to tell him how the Thornton’s thought we were married. I thought he might get a kick out of that. He just said, you and Tommy do make a cute couple.” “Well, Mom it hurts him that he can’t sexually take care of you anymore. That’s a terrible thing, give up sex or your heart will explode.” She nodded, “I know your father loves me deeply or he wouldn’t have convinced you to bed me. I try to comfort him but he acts like just being around me hurts him. He says the only time he feels like a real man is in the court room.” Mother sniffled, wiped her eyes and continued, “I felt so guilty after our tryst in the limo…when I got home for supper… I was sitting at the table with my pussy full of my son’s cum…and my husband making conversation like nothing had happen. He knew I had just fucked you. It’s the elephant in the room we can’t talk about…Like tonight, your father insisted I be with you…and it was devastating him.” “I can take you home, Mother.” She kissed my cheek, “You’re sweet Baby-boy. I want to be here with you. I love the way you hold me, the warmth of your body next to mine it’s very comforting.” I gave her a squeeze. “I love you, Mom. I’m sorry you’re so upset. I’m sorry Dad’s upset. I feel like such a creep. Everybody’s miserable.”Eventually we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke as the morning sun peaked above Lake Michigan and filtered through the hotel window. Mother was softly snoring. It made me smile. Her warm breath caressed the skin of my neck. I found it very satisfying waking up next to Mother even without the sex. I gently rolled her over without waking her. I stripped and jumped in the shower. I needed to go to O’Hare after breakfast and catch my flight back to San Diego. I was basking in the warm water when I heard the bathroom door open. I felt the cool air rush in and wrestle with the steam from the shower. Mother pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in with me. She smiled, “Good morning Baby-boy.” Warm water darken her strawberry-blonde hair to a wet reddish shade. Water beaded on her luscious breasts and streamed down her belly to disappear between her nethers. She kissed me passionately her tongue exploring my mouth. She took my breath away. “Thanks for last night,” she said after breaking our kiss. “I didn’t do anything.” “You were there for me. You held me. You comforted me.” She traced a fingernail down the length of my hard cock. It nodded like a bobble-head in response. She looked into my eyes with lust, “Love me.” I grabbed her breast and sucked fiercely on its nipple. It was marble hard and I gently bit it. She gasped and arched her back. My middle finger disappeared into the folds of her cunt. She was as wet on the inside as she was on the outside. I pushed my palm against her mons pubis applying pressure to her clit she moaned. “Love me,” she panted.I lifted her up by her ass, a round cheek in each a hand. I impaled her on my hard cock. I went into her pussy until my balls were resting against her butthole. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. Her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick like a spring trap. She stuck her tongue in my ear then hotly whispered, “Fuck me good, Baby-boy.” With that kind of encouragement I began to pummel her puffy pussy. I pushed her small frame against the shower wall while warm water cannonaded off of our banging bodies. I watched her huge hooters wrangle with gravity with each thrust of my cock. Mother whimpered as I machine-gunned my cock in and out of her gash. It struggled to grip my undulating dick. Her pussy felt so tight, so wet, and so good. I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. She bit my shoulder a shock wave of excitement rippled thru my body. I pushed my cock deep into her. She scratched my back with her fingernails as I flatten her against the wall. Her love-button was exposed and enjoyed the pressure my pelvic. I jammed my finger up Mother’s ass to the second knuckle. She stiffen and screamed at the sudden violation, “I’m cum…cum…cumming.” Suddenly warm liquid shot from her cunt coating us with her ejaculate. It was more than I could stand and I added my own spooge to the mix. Cum spurted in thick ropes of release from my throbbing cock coating Mother’s quaking cunt. My eyes rolled back in my head and flashes of white rocketed thru my brain as blood roared in my ears. My whole body trembled as my knees grew weak. I lowered her fearing I could drop her. “I love you Mom.”By the end of the week Mother had joined me in San Diego. Dad had flown on to Guam to his conference. We soon settled into a domestic routine. We made love everyday often twice a day. While I was at work Mother busied herself around the apartment. She lounged around the pool in the afternoon and adjourned to fix supper for us both in the evening. As time passed I grew remorseful at the thought that she would have to return to Chicago. Mother invited the Thorntons for supper one evening. I was nervous about having my boss and his wife to the apartment but Mother insisted. It was the least we could do after they had treated us to a romantic weekend at the Landmark Hotel. I wasn’t sure we could keep the cougar-wife charade up. The Thorntons enjoyed the meal Mother had prepared and we drank after-dinner brandy on the balcony. You could see the waves of the Pacific rolling into the beach at La Jolla. “You don’t have any wedding pictures?” asked Susan Thornton as she glanced around the living room on the way to the balcony. Mother smiled and truthfully said, “No all my wedding photos are in my home in Chicago.” “How is this long-distance relationship working out for you two?” asked my boss lighting up a cigar. “Just fine I get to Chicago now and again and pass through often enough for us to get together.” I replied. “I want you to consider something. I don’t want an answer tonight but I want you two think about it over the weekend and give me answer Monday morning.” Mother looked curiously at me. I nodded and said, “Okay, Boss.” “I want to promote you to vice-president of sales, Tommy. You are the best salesman I’ve ever had and I want you to head up the sales department. It will mean a substantial raise and you would get off the road. Mother gasped, “Oh Tommy a promotion.” She rose from her seat stepped over Susan Thornton’s legs and sat in my lap. She kissed me and said, “How wonderful.” Susan piped in, “What will that do to your relationship? He won’t be coming to Chicago.” Mother looked at her with a sadly, “I don’t know.” Mr. Thornton blew a smoke-ring then said, “Don’t take the promotion if it’s going to hurt your relationship. I’d rather have a happy salesman than an unhappy VP. Let me know your decision Monday.”They left soon after finishing their brandies. I helped Mother clean up. I stacked the dirty dishes by the sink. She washed them and handed them to me to dry and put away. She was quite a sight she had put on yellow rubber gloves that went to her elbows. She had pulled her dress off to keep it from getting messy while we cleaned up. She just wore a tank top and cotton panties. “I think that went well,” I said admiring Mother’s panty-clad ass. Her butt cheeks were peeking out from the leg-holes of her panties and panty material had inched its way into her crack. I got hard. She turned to me. My eyes fell to her ample breasts apparent underneath the translucent tank top. She lifted my chin in her hand until my eyes left her rotund titties and made contact with hers. “Take the promotion.” “I won’t get to see you,” I whined. “Tommy, you have to think of your future.” I pouted, “I don’t want a future without you in it. I love you.” Mother leapt into my arms, “I love you too.”She was kissing me forcefully shoving her tongue into my mouth until it wrestled with mine. She struggled to peel the wet rubber gloves off her arms. She hissed in frustration, “Damn it.” I smiled as I watched her big tits sway as she tussled with the gloves. I ripped her tank top down the front. The sound of tearing fabric was followed by Mother’s gasp. I roughly squeezed a tit. It was like a pale melon against her sun tanned torso. I brought it to my mouth to suck on it. “Ohhh, Tommy,” she cried as I nibbled on her nipple. I grabbed the cotton material of her panties and jerked. Her panties torn from her tantalizing tush. I lifted Mother up by her waist and sat her on the counter. I parted her tempting thighs. My eyes glazed with lust as I scanned her pussy. Its lips were puffy and pouting slick with excitement. Her trimmed strip of pubic hair acted as beacon as I lowered my face to naked labia. “Oh-oh,” cried Mother as I gently bit and stretched a pussy lip. I snaked two fingers into her gushing gash and pushed my thumb against her love bundle. I lapped at her pussy like a kitten with a bowl of milk. Mother purred with pleasure. I licked her pucker. Sensing she was ready I jammed a finger into tight asshole and bit gently on her clit. She pounded her fists on my back and screamed in orgasmic relief. I ripped my shirt off buttons flew across the counter and into the floor. I watched as Mother tormented her titties, pulling the nipples like they belonged to a pinball machine. I yanked my trousers off. My cocked bobbed to and fro as I moved between Mother’s luscious thighs. She grabbed my pulsating pecker and guided it into her hot and horny hole. It was like sliding into melted butter. I gasped, “Ah, Mom.” “Fuck me, Baby-boy,” she cooed as she felt my balls resting against her butthole. I slowly withdrew my cock from her clutching cunt. Her labia clung to my shaft leaving it wet. I paused just shy of falling out of her. Then I slowly glided back into her until my pubic hair teased her clit. Mother would moan on withdrawal and groan upon insertion. She babbled, “So, big…so hard.” I teased and tantalized her twat for as long as I could then I began to pound her pussy with licentious lust. I watched as Mother dawdled herself while my pecker piston in and out of her. She muttered, “mmmy…puss…mmmy pusssy.”Soon she screamed as another orgasm tore thru her body. Her cunt clamped down on my cock. I buried myself into her. Cum shot from cock like a shotgun blast. She contracted her cunt to milk my cock. I threw my head back and bellowed like a bull, “Mmm…Mama.” I rested my head on Mother’s shoulder as we both descended from climatic heights. I panted like a dog in July. Mother caressed my back, “Mama loves her Baby-boy.” We were lazily laying in bed entwined the next morning. Mother was trying to convince me to take the promotion as I rested my head on bare breasts. There was a knock at the door. I stumbled into my shorts. I slung the door open, “It’s Saturday asshole.” “I know its Saturday, Son.” My mouth dropped in surprise. My morning wood wilted in shock. I gawked at Dad like a k** that had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Can I come in?” “Yeah sure,” I stammered stepping aside. Dad strode into the apartment purposeful. Mother had put on a short terry-cloth robe. She met Dad in the living room and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. He offered her his cheek. Rebuffed she said, “I’ll start some coffee.” Dad sat on a barstool at the counter and watched Mom piddle with the coffee maker. His sad eyes followed her capricious progress. He said, “I know I’m early and that it’s early in the morning but I needed to talk to you both.” “What’s wrong?” asked Mother recognizing Dad’s tone. He smiled, “You know me so well, Mona. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Hank. Now what’s this all about?” I felt embarrassed and out of place. I made to leave the room and give them privacy but Dad said, “Don’t go, Buddy-boy this concerns you too.” Mother put mugs of coffee on the counter, “You want breakfast?” “No, I need to do this now. I’ve rehearsed it on the plane from Guam all night.” “Okay,” said Mother as she sipped her own coffee. She watched Dad intently over the rim of the mug. “Mona, I’m divorcing you.” I spat coffee all over the counter. Mom stood stunned, a tear silently ran down her cheek.”What the fuck, Dad?” I shouted. I towered over him ready to throttle him. “Back-off, Buddy-boy,” Dad said calmly his own eyes teary. “Tommy!” shouted Mother, “Sit down, let your father finish.” “Mona, you know I love you. More than anything, I love you. I love you so much I need to let you go.” He wiped at his eyes with his thumbs. Mother handed him a napkin, “I know you love me, Hank.” He smiled weakly at her. “I can’t be the husband you need. I’ll never be able to have sex again. I know our marriage has always been more than just sex but you are a sexual woman Mona, you need sex.” She simply nodded and silently waited for him to continue. “I love you enough to let you go. I know you love me and would stay with me but you wouldn’t be happy and I’m not happy knowing I can’t please you. So I’ve filed for divorce in Guam.” Dad slung his briefcase up on the counter and opened it. He took out a file and extracted a document from it. “To file for divorce in Guam you just have to visit and pay court fees. Guam is a territory of the United States, so its courts are United States jurisdictional courts. The divorces it issues are valid in all of the states of the US. This is your copy of the divorce degree.” Mother looked at him with tears streaming down her face, “Just like that… after so many years?” “I didn’t say it was easy but you know it’s necessary. Mona your miserable…these past weeks in Chicago…you’ve wanted to be with Tommy and you’ve felt guilty about it. Isn’t that true?”Mother stomped her foot in frustration. Tears streamed down her face, “Yes it’s true I want to be with Tommy…but…but I took you for better or worse…sickness and health.” “I know you did. Now I’m releasing you from that vow. Now you can marry Tommy.” Once again I spewed coffee on the counter. I put my cup down and fetched a towel. “You’re crazy, Dad.” He quizzed, “So you don’t want to marry your mother?” I looked at Mother and said, “Sure, if I could, but it’s i*****l.” “You’re lucky I’m your lawyer,” said Dad. He was vibrant again. I witnessed how his manhood was now tied to his lawyering. He had a weak heart but it was the heart of a gladiator. He said, “I could argue that legally you and your mother already have a Common-law marriage.” “What do you mean?” asked Mother just as puzzled as me. Dad was in full attorney-at-law mode, “The requirements for a Common-law marriage are as follows: one, both parties mutually consent to enter into a husband-wife relationship; two, the parties conduct leads to a belief that they are married; and three, they cohabitate. As far as I can tell you have met all three requirements.” His summation was met with silence finally I asked, “Is it legal?” “When are you going to quit questioning my legal expertise, Buddy-boy? Yes… it is legal the Supreme Court has held in Michigan v. Moore that Common-law marriage is legal.” “So we can just go to a justice-of-the-peace and get married?” I asked. “Not exactly, it’s still i*****l for a son to wed his mother…” “I thought you just said that it was legal for me to marry Mom?”Mother slid down the cabinets and sat on the floor. Her pussy peaked from between the folds of her robe. She didn’t try to cover it, “I can’t take this…” I looked at her pussy with lust. Dad did too only his eyes were sad. He turned his gaze towards me, “Your mother and you have too close consanguinity… it violates certain legal martial requirements, so you have to obtain a voidable marriage and not an i*****l marriage.” “You lost me,” I said shaking my head. “If we are careful with the documentation, your Common-law marriage will be legal and voidable. Which means if, someone were to find about your consanguinity you couldn’t be arrested for being married. The marriage would just be voided.” I still had a puzzled look on my face. I looked at Mom and she looked back at me. She shrugged and quietly cried. Dad finally said, “Trust me.”Mother jumped to her feet and slapped Dad, it echoed like a gunshot. “Trust you… trust you. First you arrange to have our son bed me. Trust you….then you divorce me so our son can marry me, a marriage which would be quasi-legal at best. Fuck you, Hank. Fuck you.” She ran into the bedroom crying. She slammed the door it thumped like artillery going off. “She’ll be alright,” said Dad. He went around the counter and got himself more coffee. He poured more into my mug. “I don’t get it. Why divorce her?” He took a sip of coffee and said, “There can be no beginning without an ending. I love your mother. She’s not happy. She feels trapped and guilty about it. She loves you like a lover…not a mother. She needs to begin a life with you. Don’t you love her like a lover?” I nodded. He looked at his watch. “I have to catch a flight to Vegas. If you want…bring her to the Stone Wedding Chapel. I’ll be at the Sands Casino until midnight. If you want my help to marry her….either way our divorce is final.” “I don’t understand you, Dad.” I said. “I need a new beginning too, Son. The only time I feel like a man is when I’m in the court room. I got maybe another 10 or 15 years left to live. I want to live them out like a man. I can’t do that as your mother’s husband. Every time I look at her I feel less a man.” “Isn’t there another way?” He shook his head as he closed his briefcase, “It’s funny I make my living explaining facts. Somehow I come up short explaining this…I’m sorry. I love you and I love your mother.”Dad turned to leave. Mother rushed from the bedroom and into his arms. They hugged and cried. He patted her back and said, “I love you, Mona. It’s for the best…you can see that can’t you.” Mother shook her head and said, “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry. Be happy. I want you to be happy. I think you’ll be happy with Tommy.” “Tommy will want c***dren…I can’t give him any.” Dad smiled, “Yes you can. Your fallopian tubes collapsed there’s nothing wrong with your uterus. You can use Tommy’s sperm with a donor egg and have the embryo implanted in vitro.” She looked into his eyes and knew his mind was made up, “You’ve thought of everything. You had this in mind from the start?” He shook his head, “Not from the start …it sort of evolved after you mention the Thorntons. I saw how miserable you were …that’s when I came to terms with how miserable I was… how miserable Tommy must been. Divorcing me and marrying Tommy is the best way to end everyone’s misery.” Dad kissed Mom on the forehead and left. She shivered as the door closed absolute. Mother turned to me with tears running down her face. I embraced her tightly. She trembled in my arms as her body was racked with sobs. After she calmed down I asked, “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know. Your father has made up his mind. He’s divorced me in his mind and heart it doesn’t matter whether I agree or not. Your father is right about one thing every one of us has been miserable and we need to do something about it.” I brushed the hair from her face and looked into her eyes, “Do you want to get married?” She blinked, “I love you Tommy. Do you think your father’s quasi-legal scheme will really work?” I shrugged, “Do you know a better lawyer?” She smiled, “No I don’t. Yes I would love to become your wife.” With a grin I added, “I’ll tell Mr. Thornton that I’ll take the promotion.”We flew to Las Vegas. We went to the Stone Wedding Chapel as soon as we landed. While Mother looked for a wedding dress in the bridal shop I called Dad. He told me he would join us. Dad showed up with a big grin on his face. “Nice tuxedo.” “Mother thought the occasion called for one.” He nodded, “I’m so glad you two decided to follow my advice. Where’s your mother?” I pointed to the bridal shop just as Mother came out the door wearing an ivory mini-wedding dress. The dress was short and didn’t cover the top of the off-white thigh-high stockings she wore. My cocked hardened as I thought of the treasure that lay between the flash of thigh just above the stockings. The dress was strapless and forced her big boobs to form a deep valley of cleavage. She wore strappy heels and a veil. She was a vision that took my breath away. She smiled impishly, “A bit risqué I know but I wanted to be a sexy somewhat slutty cougar-bride for Tommy. He wants guys to envy him because he gets to nail me. Don’t you think a wife should please her husband, Hank?” A newly married groom eye-balled Mother as he passed us in the hall he said, “Way to go, Dude.” Dad chuckled, “You always pleased me. Mona you are radiant you must be happy.” He crocked his elbow, “And with your permission I’d like to give the bride away.” Mother took his pro-offered arm, “I think you already have but, if you want to make it official.” He smiled and handed a file to me, “Have the minister sign this…it’s a marriage contract, not a marriage license. A marriage contract proves you’re entering into a husband-wife relationship. It’s for legalizing your Common-law marriage. If you use a Marriage License, you would commit an i*****l act.” “So it’s just about the paperwork?” I queried. Dad smiled, “You’d be surprised how often that’s the case. Paperwork was what brought down Al Capone.”The chapel was crowded. Saturday seemed to be a big wedding day in Vegas. We made small talk and waited our turn. It was an odd situation but somehow it felt natural. Dad loved Mother enough to give her to me. Our turn to marry came. “Who gives this woman to this man?” asked the minister. Dad replied with a confident voice and a gleam in his eyes, “I do.” The minister turned to Mother and asked, “Do you take this man to be your husband?” Smiling she slipped the ring on my finger and said, “I do.” He turned to me, “Do you take this woman to be your wife?” I nodded placed the ring on Mom’s finger and said, “I do.” “By the power invested in me by the State of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride…Next couple, please.” Mother lifted her veil and I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. blood rushed to my cock. Mother ground her pelvic on my cock and then broke our kiss. We got out of the way of the next couple. Dad shook my hand, “Congratulations Son, I know you’ll make her happy.” He turned to Mother, “May I kiss the bride?” She nodded and he kissed her for the last time on the lips. “I’ll miss you, Mona…Tommy will make you happy.” Mother nodded, “I’ll miss you too Hank. I hope you’ll be as happy as Tommy and I.” “I rented the Honeymoon Suite at the Sands for you two as wedding present. The Chapel provides a limo to take you there now. I’ll go and head to the airport. If you need anything give me a call.” With that Dad jumped into a cab and left. Mother and I climbed into the back of the limo and headed to the Sands Hotel and Casino. I asked her, “Are you okay?” “Sad and happy,” she said. “Sad that one marriage ends and happy that a new one has begun.” She kissed me deeply her tongue wrestled with mine. She moved her hand down my torso into my lap and gently squeezed my throbbing cock. “I can’t wait to consummate our marriage, Baby-boy. I’m so wet.” The limo arrived at the Sands and we practically ran thru the lobby to the elevator. I opened the door to the Honeymoon Suite. I lifted Mother up into my arms and carried her across the threshold. I set her down and closed the door. I turned from the door and watched her as she removed her veil. Then she unzipped her wedding dress and let it fall to the floor leaving her in a translucent thong. Her trimmed thatch of pubic hair pointed the way to her luscious labia that clung wetly to her damp thong. Her round pale breasts contrasted against her dark sun-kissed body. She tweaked her hard nipples between her forefinger and thumb. She cooed and her eyes glimmered with lust. She walked towards me not taking her eyes off of mine. Her hips seductively swayed from side to side. She stopped in front of me and pulled my face to hers. Her kiss was passionate and filled with yearning. She took my hand and led me into the suite. Her ass wiggled wantonly with each step.”I love you, Mom.” She smiled and began to unbutton my shirt. “I love you too, Baby-boy.” I squeezed her breasts like the ripe melons they were. I tugged hard on her nipple. She tutted, “Let me undress you… I want to pleasure you…. I want to be your submissive wife.” She squatted in front of me and released my bobbing cock from my trousers. She took it in hand and jerked it until I moaned. Her eyes twinkled as she teasingly ran her tongue up and down my shaft. I resisted the urge to cum. She sucked the purple helmet of my cock into her mouth. She tongued my piss-lit causing me curl my toes to keep from cumming again. Soon she was bobbing her head on my cock like a banshee. She gently rolled my balls like they were dice from the casino crap table. Her fist was flying on the part of my shaft she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Before I could bust my nut Mother spit my cock out of her mouth. She rose to her feet and pulled her thong down. It clung to her soaking slit and resisted her tug. She got them down and stepped out of them. She threw them to me. I lifted them to my face to inhale her aroma. I loved the seductive sight of her slit highlighted at the juncture of her stocking clad legs.Mother crawled on the bed and assumed the kowtow position. Her arms outstretched before her with her nose on the bed. Her knees were drawn under her pushing her precious pooter in the air. In this position she was offering me her puffy pussy and proud pucker. She hissed, “Take me Tommy take me.” I stripped the tuxedo letting it fall on the floor. I crawled on the bed behind her pro-offered posterior. I pointed my cock at her cunt and slowly slid myself into her. The wet luxuriate feel of her pussy drove me to near lunacy. My breath labored in lust, “Your pus…pussy feels soo good.” She contracted her cunt muscles around my hardness and panted, “Hard…cock…big…good.” Within moments I slid my dick back until the head of my cock threatened to fall out of her then I glided it back until my pubic hair tickled her asshole. She would “ahh” on the uptake and “ohh” on the downturn. I picked up the pace and Mother began to diddle her clit. I wormed a finger into Mother’s buffeting butthole. It was saturated with seepage from her snatch. She grunted a gripe at the sudden violation. I pinched her nipple. She diddled herself faster then pushed hard against her clit. I pulled her nipple. Her eyes widen then blinked. She threw her back and howled in orgasmic release her cunt spasm in rhythm to her yowls. She huffed and buffed, “That…was… amazing.” I paused and choked, “I love you Mother.” She whispered submissively, “Fuck me, Baby, fuck me good.” I stabbed my dick into Mother’s asshole clear to my bloated balls. She let out a gasp her mouth an O in rapture of pain and pleasure. I began thrusting into her with abandon. Her cries only fueled my desire. I fucked her harder. My cock plunged again and again into her ass propelling my passion. I felt my dick begin to twitch. I pulled her hair until she arched her back allowing me bury myself into her to the hilt. She cried out a protest. Cum spurt from my cock and coated the walls of Mother’s innards. “Fill me…fill me… fill me with your cum,” she cried. My balls tightened and then relaxed as more cum shot from my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. White light flashed behind my eyes. I bellowed in sweet climatic release, “Mama.”I fell off of Mother spent. I lay on my back panting and gasping for breath. Mother cuddled up to me. She kissed me. She ran her fingers across my skin it tingled at her touch. I hugged her close. We basked in post-coitus bliss. Mother looked into my eyes and smiled, “I have never been so satisfied as I am right now. I love you, Tommy.” I smiled back, “I love you too.”

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