The Way Home Pt. 02

Chapter Three

I was in Heaven. Mom lay lightly in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my chest. Naked as Jay birds, there was a marked lack of modesty, something I hadn't expected. I had attempted to put on my boxers before rejoining her in bed, but mom put the kibosh on that idea.

"Don't be silly, darling," She laughed, "We're a little past propriety at this point, don't you think?"

I blushed and blushed foolishly before laughing with her.

I have no idea how long we lay there on her bed, talking low, giggling like school children, flirting playfully. Time had no meaning. It may have been an hour, maybe two. All I know is that I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. I felt wonderful. We couldn't stop touching each other.

My penis had recovered somewhat, mostly due to mom's hand. She had gently cradled it with her fingers, lightly massaging it, kneading it until it stood at attention.

"Mmmm..." She breathed, "It looks like your little guy is almost ready to play again."

Eloquently I mumbled, "Anytime you're ready." What a retard.

Mom pushed up on her elbow and looked down at me. "Why don't we go shower first, darling. You made me sweat like a little piglet."

I nodded agreement and slipped from her bed and extended my hand to her. Mom slid to the edge of the bed and smiled demurely ip at me as I picked her up as easily as if she had been a child. She lay her head against my shoulder and clung to me as I carried her to the master bath.

She giggled when she felt my erection brushing her bottom.

Setting mom on the small plastic footstool next to the bathtub, I slid open the frosted glass door and started the shower. She waited patiently as I retrieved the Hefty garbage bags and the duct tape from beneath the vanity and clumsily bagged up her cast.

"I can't wait until I'm rid of this stupid thing." She wrinkled her nose up at me after I'd checked the temperature of the shower.

"I don't know about you, mom," I grinned, "But your breaking your leg was one of the most fortunate things that has ever happened to me."

She giggled, but her eyes were fixated on my rigid cock that jutted up and out from the cloud of dark pubic hair at its base. An odd look flashed across her eyes.

"Wait, honey." She whistled through her teeth when I stooped to pick her up to transfer her to the chair in the tub. She gestured impatiently to the floor in front of the stool and spread her legs to allow me to stand between her knees.

Mrs. Nedlin hadn't raised any fools -- well, except for my oldest sister, Nelly, but that was another issue. I knew what she wanted and managed to choke down a small moan as I did as she directed and she reached up to grasp my organ in her slender fingers.

"It's so beautiful..." She whispered. "So long and thick..."

Mom pulled it downward and brought my mushroom-shaped helmet to her trembling lips. She leaned forward slightly and delicately kissed it.

Clouds of steam began filling the bathroom. My heart was hammering in my chest and pure napalm raced through my veins. A dull drum beat pounded in my head.

"Let me love on this little guy awhile." She smiled up at me, her eyes lust-filled and hungry.

All I could do was gulp noisily and nod down at her. Mom breathed deeply and lowered her mouth to my almost painful erection. She mewled softly and began lightly kissing it from base to tip and back down the other side. Her warm, moist lips nipping and nibbling, her tongue licking softly.

I was in shock. The sensation of her hands and lips on my penis was incredible. But it was more than the feeling. It was the sight of my mother licking and kissing on my appendage that was so erotic. I had dreamed of it so often I thought I would know what the image would be like. I wasn't even close.

My dreams didn't capture the dreamy, almost sleepy look on my mother's face. I had neglected to include the deep dimples in her cheeks when she pursed her lips. And I certainly had failed to comprehend the warmth of her breath on my heated flesh.

For the second time that night I tasted blood when mom slowly wrapped her lips around my swollen knob and sucked my thickness into her mouth. I screamed inwardly and almost fell over backwards. I grabbed the top rail of the shower door. Mom never stopped.

My dick was too thick for mom to deep throat, but I have to give her credit for trying. She managed to stuff about four or five inches of me into her mouth before her gag reflex made her withdraw it slightly. And then she went to work.

I felt her create a vaccuum with her cheeks and, as she began lashing my helmet with her tongue, she slipped her hands up the back of my legs and, gripping my ass, she slowly proceeded to bob her head back and forth.

I was on fire. Mom knew how to perform fellatio. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth was mind blowing. My choking moans of pleasure echoed in the small confines of the bathroom. I had never had oral sex that was so completely enjoyable. Afterward, I often wondered if it was because it was my mom that was sucking on me.

I knew I was close. I could feel it building like a summer thunderstorm. Mom short-circuited my climax temporarily when she pulled me from her mouth and leaned back.

Her eyes were glazed and she was flushed and panting. "Talk to me, lover." She whispered, "I love hearing how I'm doing. I love my lover to talk dirty to me."

"Oh f...fuck..." I choked, "Mommmm..."

"Do you like how I suck your cock, Baby?" She grinned evilly. "Do you want me to continue?"

Clear pre-come was oozing from the slit at the end of my dick. I was trembling like a child. "Oh Christ..."

"I'll take that as a yes..." She winked up at me and glanced down at the penis she had clutched in her hand. "I'd forgotten how much I love giving head..."

She again brought my stiffness, now shiny with her saliva, to her parted lips and leaned forward to engulf it. I closed my eyes to the sensory overload and just relished the feeling of her mouth on me. Only occasionally did she cause me to wince by scraping me with her teeth, but at that moment she could have chewed off one of my testicles and I would have rejoiced in it.

Sucking and slurping, mom brought me to a state of near dementia with her mouth. She vigorously tugged at my thickness with one hand while she held my ass with the other.

I barely recalled her request, but as I felt my balls tighten, I managed to begin feebly mumbling nonsense. "Oh God...ughn...m...mom. You are such a g...good cocksucker. Oh. That's it mom. Suck it mom...suck my d...dick. Let me fuck your...ughn...mouth..."

She paused her effort, her eyes looking up at me, four inches of my cock in her mouth. Her eyes were shining and her cheeks were puffed out. I could see her nonverbal nod. I held the sides of her head in my hands and slowly at first, began thrusting my hips.

"Oh Christ, mom!" I panted. "Do you want me to t...take it out or d...do you w...want me to come in your mouth?"

I could feel her moaning response. Her mouth tightened on my penis and her tongue began lashing at the intruder in her mouth even more vigorously than it had been.

In and out, smoothly and deftly I fucked her mouth. Mom was holding on to my upper thighs with her hands as I used her oral cavity. All she had to do was maintain suction.

Ejaculating twice over a two or three hour span would normally give me all the stamina I needed. But I was experiencing sex in an entirely new light -- it was the realization of a dream of a lifetime. It was everything I wanted perfectly. It was my mom.

All at once my nut sac tightened up and I could feel the beginning of my orgasm. I paused my assault on her mouth and yelled out, "I'm coming, mom!"

She took control. She pulled all of my length from her mouth save for the head. She tightened her lips around my circumference and as my semen erupted from my balls, she held my sac in her left hand and gently squeezed it.

By her reaction, I'd guess my first stream painted the back of her throat and coursed into her stomach. I was screaming and crying as my cock jerked over and over, filling my mother's mouth with my warm, thick come. Her cheeks puffed out and I could see her frantically swallowing as fast as she could.

An explosion detonated in my head. I thought I could smell smoke. Every nerve ending in my body was releasing at once. The small room seemed to be pitching and swaying. It seemed as though I'd never stop coming. A trickle of milky white fluid dribbled from the corner of mom's lips.

She was moaning herself, albeit slightly muffled. Gradually, my orgasm waned like a morning fog. My convulsions slowed until, with a whimper, I slumped forward, my grip on the shower door the only thing preventing me from falling.

"Ooooohhhhh mommmm..." My voice sounded like it was coming from an echo chamber.

Mom held me in her mouth, lightly sucking at my softening cock, nursing at me. Her hands still held my ass, gently kneading me. Then, as if satisfied with a job well done, mom allowed my semi-soft penis to slither from between her lips and leaned back against the wall with a contented sigh.

"Mmmmm..." She grinned impishly up at me, "Your semen tastes delicious."

"Sweet Jesus, mom." I panted heavily, drawing back and looking down at her in dazed amazement, "I've never had a better blow job. Ever."

"I enjoyed it, too, honey." Mom used an index finger to wipe up the small amount of my semen that had escaped her lips. She winked at me when she sucked her finger into her mouth to clean it off.

A few minutes later, I hoisted mom into the shower, transferring her onto another small plastic footstool in the tub. I felt more alive and more invigorated than at any point in my life as I used the hand held shower head to wet down mom. She lay back against the fiberglass wall and closed her eyes as the hot water coursed over her nakedness.

With mom otherwise occupied, I used the moment to ogle her naked glory. And she was glorious. Nearly six decades old, she had the body of a much younger woman. Her body was soft, yet at the same time, retained some of the suppleness of her youth. My eyes continually were drawn to her pubic mound.

Mom's teacup--sized breasts were perfect. Perfectly rounded, they sagged slightly, but still her nipples pointed up proudly. Said nipples and surrounding aureoles were smooth and perfect. When I put aside the shower head and began soaping her up, mom appeared to sink into herself and revel in the sensation of my soapy hands on her flesh.

I was losing my mind. My fingers were touching mom. Touching, pressing, manipulating her smooth, perfect skin. Cradling her perfect little breasts. Teasing her perfect little nipples. Working her into a frenzy.

I was beyond caring about where it might lead. I was beyond caring about dad. I was beyond caring about anything except taking what I could from my mother before she returned to her senses, if she ever did.

When I pushed my right hand down between her legs, mom spread them without resistance. I cupped her vagina with my hand and easily slipped my forefinger into her hot wetness. She whimpered a bit and spread her legs wider.

I was still amazed at her tightness. Her wet heat grasped at my probing finger, sucking at it as if it were a mouth. I gently slid my digit in and out of her, watching her face intently. She contracted when I found her swollen clitoris with my thumb and began stroking it.

Mom's body was thrumming like a high tension wire. Her eyes were clenched and her breathing was harsh and ragged. She reached down and covered my hand with hers, pushing it harder into her sex.

And then she was coming.

Mom's legs closed on my hand. Hard. She straightened up on her bench and threw her head back, crying out loudly. She sounded as she was being strangled as her vaginal walls contracted over and over on my finger.

When her convulsions faded, mom opened her eyes, looked into mine and reached up to pull my mouth to hers. She kissed me deeply and with as much passion as I'd ever experienced. Her tongue coiled with mine as our mouths slued and slid together.

Panting, gasping, we broke apart. I extracted my hand from mom's groin and turned off the water. I easily lifted her from the tub and propped her up against the vanity. I peeled off the garbage bag and found a towel to dry her off.

Afterward, I carried her back to bed.

Although she tried, mom was unable to get my 'little guy' up for battle. I had experienced too much in too short amount of time and was down for the count.

We fell asleep -- at least I did -- a tangle of arms and legs. The last thing I remember was the exquisite sensation of mom's naked tits pressed into my side.

Around 5 in the morning, I woke and slipped from the bed to pee. Splashing cold water on my face after emptying my bladder woke me up. When I returned to the bed, mom was awake as well and smiled at my erection.

We made love again, slowly and sweetly and deliciously. She was warm and willing and welcoming and I loved it. Afterward, I collapsed to the side, completely and totally exhausted.

I was asleep before the come on my penis had dried.

Chapter Four

A warm sunlight filled mom's bedroom when I rose from a deep, dreamless sleep. I knew it was late before I even looked at the clock on the bed stand. 1:30. Mom was absent.

I yawned heavily and rolled to the side of the bed and found my boxers and shorts. As I donned them, visions of the night before flooded my senses and my penis immediately surged to life. It took a few squeezes to get it under control.

I crossed the hall to my old room and found a clean tee shirt and a pair of jean shorts and made my way down stairs to find mom. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I sure as hell didn't expect to find what I found.

Kathleen Nedlin, my dear and beloved mother, was crumpled at the kitchen table crying her eyes out. From the looks of it, she had been weeping for some time. Her eyes and tiny little nose were red. Snot covered her upper lip.

It didn't take genius to realize my new found happiness was going to be replaced with something else.

"Mom..." I managed.

She glanced up at me for a brief second and her sobbing increased to wracking brays. She lay her head on her arms and wept in heavy, body-convulsing sobs. She emitted a keening, oscillating whine as her crying intensified.

'Christ,' I thought, 'What the hell?' She sure seemed to have enjoyed herself the night before.

Not being a genius, I was still prescient enough to know I was in trouble. Whether it was guilt or something deeper that was causing mom's issue, I didn't have a clue. When I reached out and touched her shoulder I realized that nothing I could say or do would resolve her problem.

Mom recoiled and shrugged her shoulder at my touch. She snarled at me unintelligibly and pushed my hand away violently.

I just left. I found my wallet and located my car keys in the basket next to the front door and exited the house without a word.

I drove for hours in my rental Ford Focus. $29.99 a day with unlimited mileage. I got my moneys worth that day. I drove west on highway 10. The exits for Gretna and Sneads passed in my rear view mirror. I stopped for gas in De Funiak Springs. I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't focus on this new problem. I knew mom was going to tell dad. I debated just going to the airport and catch a flight back to Washington.

I was on the outskirts of Pensacola before I turned the car around and headed home.

I decided leaving was bullshit. I was never one to run from a dilemma. And, whatever mom's problem was, there was no way we could pretend what happened hadn't. I might never have her again, but that would be her decision, not mine. As far as I was concerned, there was no decision. What had happened between us was the most beautiful, special thing I had ever experienced and I wasn't about to regret it.

Several hours later I pulled the Focus into the drive behind mom's Subaru and sat in the car listening to John Coltrane's 'Lazy Bird' and again began wondering if I should just get my things and leave. I mentally shook my head. I wasn't a bird and I sure as hell wasn't lazy, but what happened next would be up to mom.

The kitchen was dark when I entered the house. Felix's tail still twitched in time with his eyes. The only light downstairs was from a nightlight at the the foot of the stairs. My heart hurt when I thought of mom upstairs crying.

I decided I wasn't going to bother her and lay back on the couch. I pushed the power button on the remote and absentmindedly flipped from channel to channel trying to find anything to take my mind off of the woman one flight above me.

Nothing worked. The news was depressing and the sitcoms weren't funny. All I could think of was mom.

Like the night before, I heard her her emerging from her room. The stairs announced her before she announced herself. She hobbled around the end of the couch and lay her crutches against the coffee table before sinking onto the far end of the sofa with a sigh.

She didn't look at me for several minutes and I called her bluff. She was going to have to take the lead. She damned well better know how I felt and I wasn't about to throw her a life line. Whatever happened next would be up to mom.

-

"I'm so sorry, honey." She finally whispered after several long moments.

I left her hanging. Either she was sorry for fucking me or she was sorry for wigging out about it. Either way, I wasn't going to rescue her. We were both adults and I hadn't held a gun to her head.

"Honey, " Mom's voice sounded weak and whispery. "Can you please forgive me?"

"Forgive what, mom?" I pushed upward until I was sitting in the center of the couch facing her. In the hours I had been absent she apparently had gotten herself under control.

I held my breath. If she asked me to forgive her for being with me, our relationship was going to be DOA. There was no way I was going to be able to pretend nothing happened. I was going to be relegated to the rain-soaked Pacific Northwest if she regretted anything about the previous night.

"I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, honey." Mom reached out and gently placed her hand on my knee.

My heart surged. If I read her words correctly, there was still hope.

"Mom?"

"I mean afterward." Mom smiled up at me. "After one of the most special nights I've ever experienced -- ever -- I acted like a child. I allowed myself to think that my life was normal, or that it could ever be normal again. What you and I did last night was unbelievable...incredible. I've never had better sex -- period. You were amazing last night, and this morning all I could think of was that I betrayed your father."

"Mom." I started eloquently. Mom cut me off.

"Honey, I'm not stupid." Her hand on my knee began stroking my thigh. "Your father's been cheating on me for years. Dorothy was only the tip of the iceberg. I know definitively of at least four others, and suspect more than twice that number."

"Where does that leave you and me?" I covered her hand with mine.

Mom smiled broadly and leaned close. What she whispered in my ear made my heart start pounding like a trip hammer and my blood begin boiling.

To be continued...