We all got up to our same old boring routines the next morning. This was the morning after the first time my mother and I made love, and I don’t mean just having sex. This was totally awesome. The feelings between us as we got so intimate with each other was beyond description. I got ready for school, and my mother got ready for work. My father was still passed out in his bedroom sleeping it off. He didn’t go into work until later. His job had irregular hours.
I did make an attempt to connect with my mother. I went into her room, and all she said was “Good morning. We’ll talk later.” Her expression didn’t give away her feelings. So, I just had to wait until she got home from work to find out where we stood. This would be the longest school day of my life. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could think of was my mother, and our wonderful evening.
Eventually, I decided to just go home. Going to class just seemed pointless. I’d just catch up on my assignments the next class. So, I drove home. It was about 20 minutes from school to home, but I stopped to get some gas. Once I made it home, I was surprised to discover I wasn’t the only one with this problem. My mother came home too. So, I took my time going in the house. I wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or excited.
Once I got in, I found Momma sitting on the couch still in her work clothes. She told her supervisor she wasn’t feeling well and came home. Now my heart was in my throat. I was so nervous wondering what she was going to say. She still had that blank expression on her face. I think this is an expression you develop over time when you live in an alcoholic household. You learn to hold your feelings in so nobody knows how you feel. I know I learned it well.
I just went in, and sat down beside her. She said “Hey, we need to talk.”
I told her “I know. Do you want to go first, or should I?”
She just took the bull by the horns, and told me “I really loved last night. I haven’t felt anything like that in years… maybe ever, but I’m not sure where this is going.” I replied “Me either, but I know I don’t want it to stop. I love you so much first as my mother, and also as a woman.”
She said “I love you too, but this is incest.” I replied “I know, isn’t it exciting?”
She said “Yes, but that’s beside the point. It’s wrong. It’s a sin, and it’s illegal.”
I said “Yes, it’s all those things, but it can just be our little secret. No one ever need know besides us.”
She then said “What about your father?” To which I replied “What about him? He’s always either at work or passed out in his chair. He’ll never know.”
She said “That’s true, but I’ve never cheated on your father until last night.” I told her “If you consider what we did last night cheating. Then you have cheated once, but please don’t let that stop us. You deserve to be happy, and he hasn’t been there for you in years.” Then I told her “I’ll make you a promise. If he ever stops drinking, and sobers up, we’ll stop to see what happens.” She then said “As long as you understand that this will have to end if/when he quits drinking.” I told her “It’s a deal.” I knew I didn’t really have anything to worry about. I knew he’d never stop drinking. My parents have argued over that one subject for as long as I can remember.
Then I told her “It seems like we both had the same idea. We’re here all by ourselves for the next several hours. If I don’t kiss you soon, I’m going to explode.” She laughed, and took my face in her hands. She leaned in, and gave me a lover’s kiss. It was slow, and passionate. As we kissed, it got more and more intense, and I opened my mouth. She responded, and our tongues were intwined in a dance of love. We sat on the couch kissing for quite some time. It was totally exhilarating. Obviously, she loved the intimacy of kissing, and I was happy to oblige her.
As we sat on the couch kissing, I slowly began to run my hands over her clothed body. I couldn’t feel much. As I said she was in her work clothes which included bra, panties, girdle, pantyhose, blouse, skirt (just below the knees) and dress jacket. The kissing and feeling became more passionate by the minute, and we both started getting excited.
Eventually, she took my hand, and led me to her room. Then I started to undress her. I took off her suit jacket first. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse, untucked it from her skirt, and slid it off her shoulders. Then I unhooked her bra, and threw it on the floor. If I wasn’t hard enough already, that did the trick. I was in awe as I looked at her lovely breasts.
She then lifted my shirt off, unbuckled my pants, and slid them off. Then I unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and all she had on were her panties, girdle, her pantyhose, and high heel shoes. Oh my, that was a wonderful site. She was always so sexy in her pantyhose. If I have a fetish, that’s probably it. Then I told her to leave them on for a bit. So, she then slid off my boxers, and my prick sprang up at her. She asked me “Is all that for me? Did I do that to you?” I told her “Yes, absolutely. Your body is amazing like a work of art.” Then I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks. She kicked off her shoes, and we climbed into bed.
We continued kissing as I rubbed my cock over her pantyhose clad pussy. I loved the feel of the nylon on my prick, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. So, I asked her to slowly remove her pantyhose. It’s so sexy to watch a woman remove her pantyhose especially when that woman is your mother. Then she removed her girdle. With her pantyhose and girdle off, I slid off her panties. Now we were both fully undressed, and taking in each other’s bodies. This was the first time we ever saw each other in the light under these circumstances other than the time I caught her naked. She blushed a bit. She was really sexy, and I told her so.
Then she took my prick in her hand, and slowly started to massage it. The feeling was exquisite. I kissed her again very passionately, and started massaging her right breast with my right hand. She felt so soft and feminine in my hands. Then I kissed down her jawline and neck until I reached her chest. Then I started kissing her chest as I moved down to her cleavage, and I kissed her between her beautiful breasts. Then I took her left nipple in my mouth, and I started to suck on it, nibble it, and flick my tongue over it. I could tell she really loved this as I heard her moan. All the while, she was still massaging my rock-hard cock.
Then I ran my hand down her silky skin to the top of her bush, and I played with it. Next, I slid my hand down to her inner thighs where I gently teased her getting closer and closer to my prize. I could feel the heat radiating from her as I teased her. So, I kissed my way down her tummy until I got to her dripping wet pussy. She told me to stop that oral sex was nasty, and we shouldn’t do it. I told her that her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist. I licked up the crevice, and tasted her nectar for the first time. I was hooked, and she shivered as I slid a finger in her wanton pussy. She yelped from surprise. I was to find out later that nobody had ever played with and eaten her pussy. So, this was totally new to her, and she loved it as did I. I continued eating her hot pussy until I felt her begin to stiffen up. I knew she was about to orgasm. So, I continued until she grabbed my head with her hands and her thighs. I couldn’t move, as she had a massive orgasm.
She said she had never felt anything like that. So, I told her that oral sex must not be as nasty as she thought. After she caught her breath, she just giggled like a school girl. We all got up to our same old boring routines the next morning. This was the morning after the first time my mother and I made love, and I don’t mean just having sex. This was totally awesome. The feelings between us as we got so intimate with each other was beyond description. I got ready for school, and my mother got ready for work. My father was still passed out in his bedroom sleeping it off. He didn’t go into work until later. His job had irregular hours.
I did make an attempt to connect with my mother. I went into her room, and all she said was “Good morning. We’ll talk later.” Her expression didn’t give away her feelings. So, I just had to wait until she got home from work to find out where we stood. This would be the longest school day of my life. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could think of was my mother, and our wonderful evening.
Eventually, I decided to just go home. Going to class just seemed pointless. I’d just catch up on my assignments the next class. So, I drove home. It was about 20 minutes from school to home, but I stopped to get some gas. Once I made it home, I was surprised to discover I wasn’t the only one with this problem. My mother came home too. So, I took my time going in the house. I wasn’t sure whether to be nervous or excited.
Once I got in, I found Momma sitting on the couch still in her work clothes. She told her supervisor she wasn’t feeling well and came home. Now my heart was in my throat. I was so nervous wondering what she was going to say. She still had that blank expression on her face. I think this is an expression you develop over time when you live in an alcoholic household. You learn to hold your feelings in so nobody knows how you feel. I know I learned it well.
I just went in, and sat down beside her. She said “Hey, we need to talk.”
I told her “I know. Do you want to go first, or should I?”
She just took the bull by the horns, and told me “I really loved last night. I haven’t felt anything like that in years… maybe ever, but I’m not sure where this is going.” I replied “Me either, but I know I don’t want it to stop. I love you so much first as my mother, and also as a woman.”
She said “I love you too, but this is incest.” I replied “I know, isn’t it exciting?”
She said “Yes, but that’s beside the point. It’s wrong. It’s a sin, and it’s illegal.”
I said “Yes, it’s all those things, but it can just be our little secret. No one ever need know besides us.”
She then said “What about your father?” To which I replied “What about him? He’s always either at work or passed out in his chair. He’ll never know.”
She said “That’s true, but I’ve never cheated on your father until last night.” I told her “If you consider what we did last night cheating. Then you have cheated once, but please don’t let that stop us. You deserve to be happy, and he hasn’t been there for you in years.” Then I told her “I’ll make you a promise. If he ever stops drinking, and sobers up, we’ll stop to see what happens.” She then said “As long as you understand that this will have to end if/when he quits drinking.” I told her “It’s a deal.” I knew I didn’t really have anything to worry about. I knew he’d never stop drinking. My parents have argued over that one subject for as long as I can remember.
Then I told her “It seems like we both had the same idea. We’re here all by ourselves for the next several hours. If I don’t kiss you soon, I’m going to explode.” She laughed, and took my face in her hands. She leaned in, and gave me a lover’s kiss. It was slow, and passionate. As we kissed, it got more and more intense, and I opened my mouth. She responded, and our tongues were intwined in a dance of love. We sat on the couch kissing for quite some time. It was totally exhilarating. Obviously, she loved the intimacy of kissing, and I was happy to oblige her.
As we sat on the couch kissing, I slowly began to run my hands over her clothed body. I couldn’t feel much. As I said she was in her work clothes which included bra, panties, girdle, pantyhose, blouse, skirt (just below the knees) and dress jacket. The kissing and feeling became more passionate by the minute, and we both started getting excited.
Eventually, she took my hand, and led me to her room. Then I started to undress her. I took off her suit jacket first. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse, untucked it from her skirt, and slid it off her shoulders. Then I unhooked her bra, and threw it on the floor. If I wasn’t hard enough already, that did the trick. I was in awe as I looked at her lovely breasts.
She then lifted my shirt off, unbuckled my pants, and slid them off. Then I unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and all she had on were her panties, girdle, her pantyhose, and high heel shoes. Oh my, that was a wonderful site. She was always so sexy in her pantyhose. If I have a fetish, that’s probably it. Then I told her to leave them on for a bit. So, she then slid off my boxers, and my prick sprang up at her. She asked me “Is all that for me? Did I do that to you?” I told her “Yes, absolutely. Your body is amazing like a work of art.” Then I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks. She kicked off her shoes, and we climbed into bed.
We continued kissing as I rubbed my cock over her pantyhose clad pussy. I loved the feel of the nylon on my prick, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. So, I asked her to slowly remove her pantyhose. It’s so sexy to watch a woman remove her pantyhose especially when that woman is your mother. Then she removed her girdle. With her pantyhose and girdle off, I slid off her panties. Now we were both fully undressed, and taking in each other’s bodies. This was the first time we ever saw each other in the light under these circumstances other than the time I caught her naked. She blushed a bit. She was really sexy, and I told her so.
Then she took my prick in her hand, and slowly started to massage it. The feeling was exquisite. I kissed her again very passionately, and started massaging her right breast with my right hand. She felt so soft and feminine in my hands. Then I kissed down her jawline and neck until I reached her chest. Then I started kissing her chest as I moved down to her cleavage, and I kissed her between her beautiful breasts. Then I took her left nipple in my mouth, and I started to suck on it, nibble it, and flick my tongue over it. I could tell she really loved this as I heard her moan. All the while, she was still massaging my rock-hard cock.
Then I ran my hand down her silky skin to the top of her bush, and I played with it. Next, I slid my hand down to her inner thighs where I gently teased her getting closer and closer to my prize. I could feel the heat radiating from her as I teased her. So, I kissed my way down her tummy until I got to her dripping wet pussy. She told me to stop that oral sex was nasty, and we shouldn’t do it. I told her that her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist. I licked up the crevice, and tasted her nectar for the first time. I was hooked, and she shivered as I slid a finger in her wanton pussy. She yelped from surprise. I was to find out later that nobody had ever played with and eaten her pussy. So, this was totally new to her, and she loved it as did I. I continued eating her hot pussy until I felt her begin to stiffen up. I knew she was about to orgasm. So, I continued until she grabbed my head with her hands and her thighs. I couldn’t move, as she had a massive orgasm.
She said she had never felt anything like that. So, I told her that oral sex must not be as nasty as she thought. After she caught her breath, she just giggled like a school girl.