I swooped her up in my arms and carried her back to her bed while passionately kissing her. At this point all she had on was her garter belt, stockings and heels. I can’t begin to tell you how sexy it is to see your mother dressed like this, laying in her bed, and her arms stretched out to you. Needless to say, I was standing there hard as a rock with my cock pointed directly at her.
She grabbed my cock, and kissed the tip. Then she kissed my cock all the way to the base and back to the tip. Next, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked as she swirled her tongue around the tip. We may not have had porn to learn from, we picked up the basics pretty quickly on our own.
She knew those seamed stockings were going to drive me crazy, and she was right. I began rubbing my hands along her silk covered legs as she sucked my dick. Then her luscious mouth released me so I could remove her heals. Then, I rubbed my hard cock over those silk covered feet while I rubbed my hands over her silk covered calves and thighs until I felt the tops of her stockings and felt the bare flesh of her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex as I kissed her thighs.
The next thing I know, I’m between her stretched out legs with my prick pointed directly at her vaginal entrance. She guided me in slowly. I think we both wanted this to be slow and passionate. We just wanted to make love not fuck. So, I slowly pushed in until I was all the way in my mother’s cunt, and I just stayed there while I enjoyed the heat and moisture surrounding my cock, and she enjoyed the feeling of being filled with her son’s dick.
Next, I began to slowly pump in and out of my mother feeling the heat and passion build. As I began to increase the tempo, my mother and I began to kiss. Our tongues were dueling as I fucked her mouth with my tongue while fucking her cunt with my cock. Her lips were moist and pressed against mine. Her tongue tasted like honey as my tongue wrapped around hers playing that duet of passion and love. Then I broke the kiss and looked deep into my mother’s eyes as I moved in and out of her. The love and closeness of a mother and son making love to each other while looking deeply into each other’s eyes begins to give you the understanding of the phrase “the eyes are the windows to the soul”. I could see my mother’s soul through her eyes as I’m sure she could see mine. We just stayed at that slow pace making love to one another until we each began to feel an overwhelming love as we each peaked with the eruption of our passion. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I collapsed on my mother as we each tried to regain our breath, we whispered into each other’s ears “I love you. I love you.”
Then, one day my father came home, and told my mother he had one week’s training meeting down on the coast. I couldn’t believe it. He’d never taken a business trip before. My mother and I were so excited. For the first time we’d get to sleep together, and make love as the mood strikes us. I think I stayed hard from the time my mother told me he’d be gone until he actually left.
When the Saturday my father was to leave on his business trip finally came, I was so excited. I helped my father load the car with his luggage like a good son should. (Actually, I was just trying to get him out of the house as quickly as possible.) We said our good byes, and he backed out of the drive as my mother and I stood in the driveway waving bye. However, we were really just watching to make sure he left. Once he was out of site, we went back into the house, and we were ripping off each other’s clothes as soon as the door was shut, and locked. Once all our clothes were off, I lifted her up by her butt cheeks, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I carried her into the den with my cock buried deep in her, and I laid her on the couch without ever pulling my hard prick from within her. Once we were on the couch, I began to slam into her as hard and fast as I could. She was yelling “FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!” So, I obliged. I was pumping in and out of her until I could finally feel her orgasm coming on. Her pussy tightened up around my hard cock. All the while, we were kissing passionately. I could feel her pussy walls massaging the cum from my balls, but I wasn’t ready to give in to my urges quite yet. I continued to fuck her hard. It seemed like her orgasm never stopped. She was coming continuously, screaming “I’M COMING. FUCK ME HARD! I’M COMING”. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I released my load inside her, and then I just collapsed on her as I tried to catch my breath. That was the start of the best week of my life.
We made love once more that afternoon, but I didn’t want to wear us out before that evening. It was my plan to enjoy spending the night with my beautiful mother. I wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms holding her tight. I wanted to feel her body next to mine as we slept that night. Just the thought of holding her in my arms with no restrictions or worries of getting caught made my dick as hard as a rock.
That evening we went out to dinner… nothing fancy or romantic. Obviously, we couldn’t take a chance on running across someone we knew. So, it was just some fast food, and back to the house.
When we got home, we got comfortable. Her in her night gown, and me in my gym shorts. I wish she could’ve worn some sexy lingerie, but we couldn’t buy any without my father wondering why she needed it. So, it was just her typical night gown she always wore, but that’s OK. I thought she was sexy anyway. Sometimes showing less is more. The anticipation of what is to come can be very erotic. Besides, there wasn’t a Victoria’s Secret back then, and I don’t think you could get that kind of lingerie at Sears.
As we were now comfortable, we sat down on the couch and watched some TV. We actually did more snuggling and kissing than watching, but that’s OK. We were on the couch regardless. After a few hours of “watching TV”, we decided to go to bed. Actually, there was no decision. We had gotten ourselves so worked up that I just took her to bed in my arms.
Once we were in her bedroom, I lifted her night gown, and threw it on the floor. I was pleasantly surprised because she wasn’t wearing panties. That was extremely unusual for her. She usually wore those white granny panties, typically not considered sexy, but they were sexy on her. At least, I thought so. Next, she slid off my shorts and boxers. When she slid my boxers to the floor, my cock sprang up, and hit her in the face. We both laughed for a moment at that. Then we resumed the task at hand.
I took her in my arms and looked deeply in her eyes for a moment. I could see the love and lust looking back at me as I slowly leaned in and kissed her. It began slowly as the passion began to build, so did our kiss. Her lips opened, and I slid my tongue in her mouth which she gladly accepted. Then I felt her tongue begin to slowly dance with mine. The dance was slow, but the rhythm began to build. So did the intensity of our kiss. We were feeling each other’s bodies as we kissed, and my cock got hard as a rock.
I began to kiss and nibble my way down her jawline to her cleavage. Then I began to message, lick and kiss her nipples. She began to writhe underneath me as she got more and more excited. So, I kissed my way down her stomach until I got to her clit. I kissed it lightly. Then I took it in my lips, and began to suck on it. This drove her crazy. She loved it when I sucked on her clit.
I could feel the orgasm begin to build in her. So, I sucked harder, and inserted two fingers in her dripping cunt. Once I found what I was later to learn was her g spot, she could hold back no longer, and her orgasm exploded. She came hard all over my tongue and face. As her orgasm began to subside, I let her slowly come down from her orgasmic high. Then I turned her over, and slowly inserted myself into her spasming cunt. She immediately began to orgasm again as I slowly pumped in and out of her well lubricated pussy.
I slowly fucked her from behind until she began to beg me to fuck her harder. We began to increase our rhythm until I was pounding her ass from behind as hard as I could. We kept up this hard fucking to the point we could both feel our orgasms begin to build. Then I exploded in her pussy. Once she felt my first spasm, she had an explosive shuddering orgasm sweeping her body. I continued fucking her until we’d both come to full release, and I collapsed on her back. We laid like that until my cock became flaccid, and I fell out of her well fucked pussy.
That night, I held her from behind, our bodies perfectly spooned, and she wriggled her ass against my groin. As she felt my cock harden, she inserted it back into her pussy. I slowly fucked her from behind as I played with those magnificent titties until we were both completely drained. It was such an awesome feeling spooning with my mother as we slept. I think we both felt safer, and more comfortable than we ever had before.
We ate, and we slept. But much of the following week, we stayed in bed fucking, as any truly loving mother and son should as time permitted.
Just the softness and warmth from her body kept me so hard it began to hurt. How could one woman that most would consider average looking even for a woman of her age keep one man so hard? There’s only one way. They have to be mother and son. No love is stronger. My body was built to perfectly fit hers. Every orifice was a perfect match. Never before or since have I felt a pussy or mouth as perfect as hers.
We continued making love regularly for many more years until my mother was 65. Then my father did something that ruined my life for a while… He got sober. So, after some long conversations with my mother, I kept my word. We ended it. Sure, we got weak every once -in-a-while when my father wasn’t around, but, for the most part, it was ended until several months after my father’s death. He was 10 years older than my mother. He passed when she was 69. Of course, by this time I was married. So, we weren’t able to get together very often, but my wife hated my mother. So, anytime I needed to go by her house to help her out, we’d have a little fun.
When my mother reached 78, she was no longer able to take care of herself. She was losing her vision and hearing. So, we had to place her in an assisted living facility.
We did manage to get together on occasion when no one else was around and she was up to it, but she went down quickly after that until we had to put her in a full blown nursing home. Several years later she passed with me and my sister by her bedside.
I still think of that day I caught her in her room naked, and I get hard, but through it all she was still my mom.. No matter what you may think, we comforted each other through hard times. It’s not easy living with an alcoholic no matter what your relationship even if he is passed out most of the time.