She never uncovered more than the fabric on her head, meaning I couldn’t see her beautiful body concealed beneath. We became best friends, probably the strangest and most secret friendship in town. That was the hard part when Mom mentioned we were moving after graduation.
Monica and I decided we wouldn’t keep in touch through email or letters in the chance she might get caught. We teared up during our final visit as we knew we wouldn’t see each other again. I didn’t tell Mom about Monica, even when she questioned why I was depressed for the first few months after we relocated.
*****
Monica brought me back from my memories, bringing me up to date with her life. Her husband divorced her six months ago, desiring a younger wife and one that would provide him with a son. He left Monica with the house, a large sum of money, and Camila before he moved back to the Middle East.
She was more than happy with the arrangement. She wanted another child and wanted the father to be intelligent and sensitive. She loved our talks together and wanted her child to inherit my traits. When she heard the details of our business through her wealthy friends, she seized the opportunity to conceive a baby with me.
She thought she would be content once our first session had finished. She was hesitant to reconnect with me for the sole purpose of getting pregnant. That’s why she concealed herself through our first coupling. After our initial rendezvous, she wanted to marry the lust we shared during our sexual liaison with the emotional relationship we had enjoyed previously. She decided to reveal herself this time, and I couldn’t have been happier.
We talked for over an hour, connecting again. We explored each other as if we hadn’t felt a nude body before. I didn’t tell Monica I was in love with her. Maybe I hadn’t fallen out of love during our earlier time together. Better take it slow, I thought, chuckling to myself. The definition of a slow courtship probably didn’t mean madly fucking, and then dating afterward.
I rolled on top of her, and we kissed like lovers. Our tongues explored our mouths while we fought to press our bodies together as one. I was hard again and wanted to make love to this woman. We locked eyes when I guided my stiff prick into her wet, receptive hole.
I caressed her full breasts while I sunk my cock to the depths of her hungry cunt. We fucked as lovers, caressing each other while we enjoyed the stimulation of my cock smoothly gliding in and out of her pussy. We kissed and hugged each other, enjoying the contact of our hot, sweaty bodies. Her body melted into mine as I attempted to satisfy her sex-starved cunt.
Increasing the pace of our fuck, I furiously stroked in and out of her tight snatch. We mashed our mouths together as our sexual liaison intensified.
Barely able to talk, I gushed, “You are so hot and sexy. I loved our time together in the past, and now we’re joined completely. I’m not letting you go again.” I again locked my mouth to hers as we neared a mutual orgasm.
As my prick expanded with hot blood signaling my impending orgasm, she released my mouth to huskily shriek, “Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I’m your mom! Fill my pussy as you do with your mother’s.”
Images of Mom and I fucking flashed through my mind, blood pouring into my expanding shaft. My balls contracted before they shot out the reservoir of hot sperm generated in the last hour. Her body shivered and shook as we enjoyed our synchronized orgasms.
Drained from our intense love-making session, I left my prick soaking in her drenched cunt, enjoying the moment of post-coital bliss. I broke the silence by softly asking, “You know? About my mother?”
“Of course, I know. Your mother is beautiful and sexy. You’re a horny and handsome son; it was inevitable. She’s so hot that I wouldn’t mind spending some intimate time with her. And if you were my son, I would have fucked you long ago. She is a lucky mother to have a hunky, horny son.”
I was still embedded in her soaked pussy while listening to her. I slowly pulled out when I softened, kissing her as we parted. I looked at the clock and realized we had been together far too long. Rachel was coming over in half an hour.
“I’m sorry, Monica, but I have to end our session because my aunt is visiting in a few minutes. I’ll tell Mom to reimburse you. You’re more than a client to me.”
“Stop right there, Sam,” Monica stated. “You won’t tell your mother anything of the kind. We’ll keep meeting until we zero your college debts.”
We talked for several more minutes before I stood up to leave. When I looked at Monica’s beautiful sexy body with my cum drooling out of her pussy an idea formed. I asked, “Did you mean it when you said you would like to be with my mom?”
“Oh yea, she is so sexy. I would love to explore her body,” she lustfully stammered.
I lifted her knees and spread her legs wide so that when Mom entered the room, she’d see Monica’s black, hairy pussy dripping out ropes of white semen. “Stay like this; I have a feeling you’re in for a treat,” I said when I felt my cock stir, admiring her sexy display.
As I was leaving, she quietly pleaded, “Sam, could we get together again, like on a date? I’ve missed you so much. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be involved with a woman bringing children into the relationship.”
Seeing her fearful expression, I walked over to her and kissed her sensuously, promising, “I’d love nothing more than to see you again. We’ll go out often, and Mom will be happy to babysit Camila and Dinah. I’ve missed you, too.” Her look of fear turned to an expression of joy while she pondered our future.
I left the door open while I walked down the hall, meeting Mom at the end. When we met, I hugged and passionately kissed her. She reached down and clutched my cum soaked prick. She scraped the sides while pulling her hand along the length of my shaft before bringing it to her mouth. She smiled and jested, “I love the taste of your cum, but I hope you left some in our client. I’d hate for you to have to do another repeat.”
I quickly replied, “No worries, Mom. She wasn’t here for a baby. She came back for me.”
She looked taken aback. “I think I am jealous now. She paid for another session just to fuck my son?”
“Relax, Mom. We’re old friends, and I’m very attracted to her.” I reached into her robe with one hand and teased her hard, engorged nipple while kissing her again. My other hand went through the opening in her robe in search of her hairy pussy. When I pushed three fingers into her wet slot, I said, “Mom, even if I love other women, we’ll still be here for each other. There is nothing stronger than the love of a mother and son. It’s a special bond, separate from other relationships.”
We kissed again, and I could see the love in her eyes, acknowledging the sinful relationship we’d always have. I removed my hands so she could meet Monica. Ending my kiss, I whispered, “After all, you don’t want to be mad at your future daughter-in-law, do you?”
Her panting was still rapid from the short time we connected. She kissed me in return and said, “I hope you’ve found a girl who can provide you with the love you deserve. That would make me the happiest mother ever.”