A Boy's Best Friend

‘So you see darling, it’s not your fault at all that you’ve become aroused. It’s this dress. Now, why don’t we go back and say goodbye forever to your former classmates and go home?’

We stood up silently. As we walked back to the party for that last time, I honestly did feel pangs of sorrow at having to leave. Just before we entered the building, Mom reminded me that my hand should still be firmly on her ass; we still had people to fool.

We said our farewells and walked to a line of taxis that were waiting at the front of the campus. I climbed in behind the driver, having first seen Mom into the seat to my right. The journey was accomplished in almost total silence. The streetlights flickered into the car, now and then highlighting an expanse of bare thigh caused by Mom’s crossed legs. I couldn’t help but steal sneaky sideways glances at them. She was so sexy. I got even more turned on when I noticed that the old guy driving the cab had adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he, too, could take advantage of Mom’s free display.

Just as we pulled up to my apartment, Mom leaned over and asked me for the keys. She said she’d go and open up whilst I paid the cabby. By the time I got out of the car, I could see that the front door was open, and Mom was just disappearing into my flat. As I closed the front door behind me, noticing that there were no lights on at all in any of the rooms, I heard Mom’s voice from the bedroom asking to see me.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, but I knocked gently anyway. Mom’s soft voice invited me in. The room was in darkness as I entered. I went to turn on the light but Mom told me not to. I could see her standing, back and hands flat against the wall to my right. I asked what was wrong. When Mom spoke, I noticed that her voice was much deeper than usual.

‘Half-an-hour ago, when we were on the dance floor, and you made it very clear what you’d like to do to me, do you remember what I said?’

I became really embarrassed and apologised again for getting carried away

‘Do you remember my reply?’ Mom repeated, sternly.

I thought I was in for a really big load of trouble, so my voice was almost too faint for either of us to hear.

‘Yes. You said something like, with all these people round, I would get the two of us arrested.’

‘That’s right.’ Mom said. ‘Now, what did I tell you about my FMD?’

My tone still uncertain and shaky, I began to reply. ‘You said that every time you wear that dress you end up getting fucked.’

‘Very good, honey. You have been paying attention to your Mom.’ She said in a school ma’am type way, before continuing. ‘Well, I don’t see anyone around here but you and me. And the question I’m asking myself is, will my FMD still have its 100% record tomorrow?’

I looked puzzled. I wasn’t sure what she was saying or whether she expected a reply. Mom obviously sensed my confusion.

‘Maybe this will help you.’ she whispered. And after she spoke, I saw the palms of her hands propel her from the wall she had been leaning against. Splinters of light shone in from the window opposite where Mom stood, illuminating her like daggers of light across her body. At first, I thought it was a trick of the conditions that I was seeing. But then it hit me like a sledgehammer. Mom’s dress was slowly sliding down her body.

The top of the material first uncovered her breasts. They had never been too enclosed by the dress anyway, but now I could definitely see a pair of nipples hardening in the warm night air. Any uncertainty about what I was seeing was quickly dispelled as Mom’s naked waist, then hips, then upper thighs came into view. Obviously, she had undone the zipper at the back of her dress earlier, and it had only been kept up by the pressure of her leaning firmly against the wall. Before I could react, the FMD was lying around Mom’s feet. Except for the choker around her neck and the high heels on her feet, she was entirely naked.

I felt my mouth dry up almost instantly. I was lost for action. As my eyes became accustomed to the light level, I could see that Mom clearly liked to have a completely bare pussy. I became very excited when she huskily told me to move closer. As I moved to within a couple of feet of my Mom’s nakedness, she kicked the dress away from underneath her high heels.

‘Touch me.’ She ordered.

I tentatively sent out my right hand in her direction. My elongated index finger poked at her waist, like I was testing the firmness of a steak. It was the barest of contacts, but it sent an electrical surge right through my body and right along my dick to the very tip. As the rest of my right hand joined the index finger on the hot, firm flesh of Mom’s narrow waist, she too, gave out an audible groan. Then she gave me my second instruction:

‘Kiss me.’

I grabbed hold of Mom with both hands and pulled her body towards me. As I moved my mouth closer to hers, she arched her head back, teasingly trying to avoid me. It was a game I enjoyed playing, as I sought her lips with mine and she acted coy. Eventually the toying was over. We locked our mouths together in a tight seal, allowing only each other’s saliva to pass between us. My hands groped at her large, firm breasts causing Mom to issue a silent scream that was muffled by my tongue. Her hands had busily worked to release me from my tux jacket. Now they were frantically undoing my belt and trouser zipper. I could hardly believe it. This was my own mother trying to get inside my pants.

As she got the zip down halfway, Mom pulled away from our embrace. I could feel the fresh lipstick she had applied smeared over my mouth. Like animals, we both tore at the buttons on my shirt, eventually removing the garment and throwing it onto the floor. Mom reached up and bit me on my left shoulder like she was a vampire. The pain was intense but highly pleasurable. She brought her hands up to my chest, and as she raked her long nails down towards my stomach, Mom slid down the wall until her head was level with my groin. I looked down, mesmerised by what I saw. My own Mom, kneeling in front of me, teasing the zip over the bulge that was in my pants. I couldn’t stand the delay any longer. I pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper myself. As my trousers fell around my ankles, I pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts over my extended, throbbing cock. At last it was free and exposed to Mom’s gaze. I just wanted it to be inside her mouth. So I grabbed hold of it firmly in my right hand, took a hunk of Mom’s hair in my left, and thrust it between her red lips. I will never forget that first time. As her throat gave way to my meat rod, and her tongue enveloped my slippery helmet, my head involuntarily snapped back in sheer ecstasy of the situation. After a second or two, I looked down again to see my shiny shaft slipping in and out of Mom’s gorging mouth. She was really chomping on it and making loud slurping noises with each outward movement. I could feel the juices starting to well up in my balls. I wanted to cum over Mom’s face and then watch her lick my tool dry. I held on for as long as I could, and found myself straining every muscle to delay the satisfaction. But Mom’s mouth was too good, and the sight of her doing this to me made me lose my load quicker than I would have liked. I gripped my shaft and pulled it out from between her lips at just that very moment when the white stuff began to squirt out. I tipped Mom’s head back and leaned over her to direct my goo where I wanted it to go. I needn’t have worried. So much of it came out that her entire face was covered in the mess. As the final few drops came out, I forced it back into her mouth and told her to suck me dry. Mom’s expert mouth did the job perfectly. As my knees buckled and I sank against the wall, I looked down at Mom who was greedily moving my spunk from around her nose, forehead and cheeks into her throat.

Mom squeezed out from below where I stood and moved around back of me. I felt her nails gently raking along my spine.

‘When you’ve fully recovered, honey, I’ll be lying on the bed for you.’

After a couple of minutes, my breathing returned to normal, and I turned around to face the bed. Mom was lying there, arms stretched out like a crucifix. Her waist was twisted towards the right, and her legs bent. She was still wearing that sexy choker and those tall high heels. I knelt down on the bed beside her legs. She looked down as my hands went out to touch the firmness of her calf. I had wanted to caress those legs all night, and now I could do so at my leisure. They were firm and shapely. Long in proportion to her height and without a trace of cellulite. I fondled them for about five minutes. Then, I moved them apart and knelt in between them. In the shafts of moonlight, I could make out the moistness around Mom’s pussy. I was starting to get hard again. By the time I had licked and gently bitten Mom to a climax, I had another full erection. I lowered my sweat-dripping body to hers and positioned my throbbing phallus at the entrance to her box. Pinning Mom’s hands above her head, I pushed my groin forwards. The tip of my penis pushed against the softness of her pussy lips. But with her legs spread so very wide, they gave no real resistance. I clenched my buttocks tightly, and applied more pressure. My helmet broke through into the soft, warm moistness of Mom’s vaginal canal. She gave a soft moan. As I thrust forward, inch after inch of my shaft entered her private passage. By the time I was all in, Mom was bucking wildly beneath me. I let go of her hands and raised myself above her with outstretched arms. I began to pump her, fast. Soon, her cries of ‘ooohhh, oooooohhhhhhh, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh’, grew louder and louder. Her hands began to claw at the sheets and her head moved on the pillow from side to side. I relentlessly pummelled at her box. As Mom’s groans got unbelievably louder, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist so that I was lodged deeply inside her, unable to withdraw. Biting at her bottom lip, she brought her arms up to the side of my face and pulled me closely into her. Once again our mouths joined together, and tongues got to work exploring teeth and gums. We were both groaning now. Noises of pleasure became stifled in the other’s throat. I sensed the pressure that Mom’s legs were making around me begin to relax. This allowed me to recommence thrusting my dick in piston like fashion up and down her twat. Soon, Mom’s nails were gouging deep tracts into my back, and at the same time, the pressure of her mouth against mine increased. I knew she was close to orgasm. As I ground my hips into hers, trying to get every millimetre of my dick inside her, I knew that I was not far away myself. In fact, it was Mom’s screams to the almighty that finally turned me on so much that I felt my balls beginning to explode. As she cried out in pleasure, a series of rapid thrusts saw me emptying another gut load of muck into Mom.

As my dick began to go limp, I slid out from between Mom’s swollen labia and rolled onto my back. I looked across at her as we both tried to slow our breathing to normal levels. Her hair had fallen down over her shoulders and was so wet that she could have just stepped out of a shower, while the rest of her was covered with a moist film. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Mom asking me if she could take her shoes off.

When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to come up, and light was filling the room. I wondered whether it had all been a fantastic dream, but turning my head slightly to my right, and seeing Mom laying next to me on her tummy, naked except for that black choker around her neck, I knew it had all really happened.

Mom was only partly covered by the sheet. I pulled it away, feeling horny again. Her ass stuck up in the air like a ripe peach. It looked so inviting. I remembered that I had thrown a nearly empty bottle of suntan oil into the bathroom trash bin. Mom never stirred as I got up to get it. She was still in the same position when I got back. I lay down beside her again and poured some of the oil onto the crater created by the curve of her spine. Even the coldness of the liquid didn’t wake her. I rubbed it all over her firm ass until it shone a slippery opaque sheen. Then I poured a blob directly onto her anus.

I worked it in with my index finger, thinking she was bound to wake as I forced it up her. But no, I put the whole of my finger right up her ass, gave it a turn or two, but still Mom didn’t move. She was in a really deep sleep. By now I had a stiffy that was the equal of anything that I had had the night before. I spread Mom’s legs a little and positioned myself in between them. Leaning forward slightly, I put my knob against her anus, and pushed. Slowly, the lubricating oil did its job, and my enlarged cock disappeared up Mom’s shitter. Man, was she tight! I lay full stretch over her and began to fuck her like crazy, feeling sure that she’d awaken at some point. It was then that I noticed a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. Obviously Mom felt that she needed help getting off after our session during the night. Anyway, awake or asleep didn’t much matter in this case, I just wanted to bang away at her ass.

I finally shot my load up Mom’s anal passage after about ten minutes. As I rolled off her and onto my back, I got a shock to here her voice.

‘You through now?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, Mom, I’m through, thanks. How long you been awake?’

‘For about the last five minutes. I didn’t want to disturb you. Better get ready, though. Plane leaves in a couple of hours.’

I did have a little tear in my eye as we set off for the airport in the cab, and I looked back over my shoulder at the old place for the last time. Strange how the best night had been saved till the very end.

The plane was half empty as we took our seats and waited for take-off. Mom had a window seat and I was in the aisle. There wasn’t much room to move, but Mom found enough space to cross those shapely legs of hers, probably knowing that they were giving me the hots for her again.

About two hours into the flight, I looked around to see if anyone was close by. When I was sure that everything was safe, I moved my right hand onto Mom’s bare thigh. God, it felt so soft and firm. As I began to caress her legs, moving ever closer to the hem of the short skirt she was wearing, Mom pulled up the eye-shades that she been wearing for the past hour.

‘Honey, we’re travelling as mother and son, remember. Last night was nice, but now we’ve got to get back to normal.’

I took my hand away and went into a sulk.

Dad met us at the airport, pumped my hands enthusiastically, and gave Mom a hug and a kiss. I have to say, it made me feel a little jealous. I got into the front seat next to Dad, after he had let Mom in to the seat behind him. During the drive home, I told him how glad I was to be back, and that I was looking forward to our first family dinner that night.

‘Gee, I’m sorry, son.’ Dad began. ‘But I’ve got to out of town on business till tomorrow. We’ll take a rain check on that meal.’

Dad could see the look of genuine disappointment on my face.

‘Hey, its only twenty-four hours. And besides, I’m sure you and your Mom have got lots of catching up to do.’

I turned round to look at her in the back seat. As I did so, she did a Sharon Stone to me with those lovely long legs of hers.

‘Don’t worry, honey.’ Mom began, openly teasing me. ‘I’m sure we can amuse ourselves till Dad gets back.’

I turned back to face the windshield. I had a feeling that it would be some time before this graduate would be leaving the nest.