Beyond the Borderline

"I don't think I'll ever jack off again, Mom."

"You're so sweet, darling boy. I'm afraid I wasn't as good as you, in fact, I was very bad today, Ricky," Mom confessed.

"What did you do, naughty girl?"

"I fingered myself in the executive washroom three times today. I couldn't wait to get back to my beautiful young stud -- I was just too horny for my own good."

"I'll take that as a compliment, mother dear."

"As well you should, young man."

We exchanged a few more kisses as I walked us towards the pool edge, setting Mom on the combing, her legs dangling over the edge, feet in the water. Moving close to her, I kissed her stomach, fluttering my lips on the soft skin of her flanks, then dragging my tongue to glide around the perimeter of her navel. Her hands circled my head, twining lightly in my hair and she drew my cheek against her belly with a sigh.

"Is this part of your reparations, sweetheart?" She asked with a sultry, coquettish smile.

I exhaled on her skin, causing her to shiver and then resumed kissing her belly button, dragging my tongue through its smooth, oval depression.

"It's a beginning, Mom."

"Ahhhhh, you have such a wonderful mouth, son," she exhaled softly as I moved down to the juncture of her thighs, lightly blowing on her mound through her panties. "Are you hoping for treble damages?"

"The jury's still out, Mom." Pulling her to the edge of the pool, I placed my mouth directly on her sex, sucking her lips through the fabric of her panties, tasting her juices mingled with the pool water.

She inhaled with a sharp hiss. "Oh, baby, that's so nice. You make me feel so good, my love."

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the waistband of her panties and tried to jerk them over her hips, Mom smiling as I struggled to pull the uncooperative, wet fabric down to her thighs. Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she raised her bottom to assist me. Growling with impatience, I finally wrestled her soaking briefs past her knees and threw them into the pool with a small splash.

"Oh my, someone's in a hurry," Mom giggled.

Grinning, I pushed her thighs apart and dove in, opening my mouth wide to suck in as much of her succulent quim as I could, rolling my tongue over every inch of the flesh encompassed by my lips. Mom arched her back with a throaty moan and pushed herself against my face, hands fastening onto my ears.

"Ahh, God, Ricky. So good, please don't stop, baby."

Jesus, she tasted so good, I could hardly stand it. Her juice was at once tangy, salty and ever so slightly sweet, with an indescribable note of musk. It tasted like my lifeblood. I lapped, sucked, nibbled and probed everywhere I could reach with my tongue, spurred on to greater and greater efforts by Mom's moans and sighs as I worked over her magnificent cunt, allowing myself to be directed to her favorite spots as she guided my head with her hands, fingers firmly gripping my hair. As her hands tightened and her thrusts against my face became more forceful, I slipped two fingers into her sopping channel, delicately questing for her special place. As I found the spot, she arched her back and pulled me in tightly.

"Oh, fuck, Ricky! Oh, yes, that's it baby, right there!"

Mom began to lift her buttocks off the cement of the poolside, trying to increase her contact with my face, now moaning constantly. I bent to her clit, gently taking it in my lips, lightly flicking with my tongue, swirling over her nub. As her hip thrusts became more and more urgent, I began sucking with more strength, moving my hand within her slick passage, keeping my curled fingers in contact with her G spot. Abruptly, her thighs scissored strongly around my head and she jammed herself against my face, legs suddenly thrusting straight out and vibrating.

"Ahhhhh! Goddddd! Ricky! Baby! Yes, yes!" she cried in a tight voice, eyes tightly shut in a grimace of pleasure.

Then she was gushing on my mouth and I could barely keep up with her spending, trying to catch every luscious drop of her nectar as she spasmed against my face.

Gradually, her thighs relaxed and her hands unclenched from my hair, dropping down to stroke my ears and temples. Sighing, she pulled me close, head against her abdomen, caressing my cheek. "My sweet, sweet boy," she murmured. "You really do love your momma, don't you?"

Sighing in my own turn, I whispered, "There really aren't words for how I feel Mom, so I can only show you," planting soft kisses on her belly as I spoke.

"Wow, tiger," she exhaled contentedly. "You are something else. I hope the neighbors didn't hear anything. I came so hard, I think I pulled a muscle."

"Tell me where it hurts and I'll kiss your owee, Mom."

"That would be dangerous. My ass is already raw from the concrete, you naughty boy."

"I could definitely kiss that and make it much, much better."

"Like you did in the kitchen Saturday morning?" She shuddered as she spoke. "I don't know if I could take that right now. You have a wonderfully wicked tongue, son of mine."

I heaved myself out of the pool and sat next to her and gave her a hug. "Like I said, Mom, I missed you."

"I better make sure not to stay away more than a day, if this is how much you miss me after only nine hours. If I'm gone any longer, my welcome home would probably drive me insane with pleasure."

"Would that be a bad thing, Mom? Being driven insane that way?" I asked teasingly.

"I guess there are worse fates for a mother, darling," she giggled, kissing my cheek affectionately.

Slipping one arm around my waist, she snuggled in close under my shoulder, reaching into my lap with her other hand. Slipping her hand under the waistband of my shorts, she reached down and caressed my stiff shaft, drawing her fingertips up to my glans to rub my tip, smearing precum on the crown. I shuddered and leaned my head back. "Ahhhh, I love your hands, Mom. You know just how to touch me."

"We can balance our accounts right now, if you want," Mom said, licking her lips, "Or if you can wait until after dinner, I'll repay you with interest."

Groaning, I bit my lip as she continued to stroke me. "Oh God, I dunno, Mom. I guess I'll wait."

"A wise investment, lover boy. You won't regret it, I can assure you."

With considerable effort, I pushed myself back towards the mundane. "How about dinner, Mom? I was going to make a salad and flip a couple of burgers. That okay?"

"Perfect, Ricky. I'll get changed while you fire up the grill."

I picked up Mom's blouse and skirt and followed her into the kitchen, my eyes glued as always to her swaying hips and magnificent dimpling ass as she made her way indoors.

I fixed our dinner quickly, my woody taking quite a bit of time to subside. Mom came down from her room just as I was putting the burgers together. One look at her and I was hard as armor plating again in ten seconds. She was wearing one of my old cut-off football jerseys, which extended only to slightly below her ribcage, along with a silky pair of skimpy, shiny white bikini panties, which only half covered her gorgeous cheeks.

As she moved, I could occasionally glimpse the undersurface of her breasts flashing out from the hem of my old shirt. The ginger thatch of her pubic hair was readily evident through the slightly transparent material of the front panel of the panties and I could see some hair spilling out above the waistband in a slight muffin top and on either side of the gusset. It was mesmerizing. I probably stood stock still for at least fifteen or twenty seconds, frozen in the middle of the kitchen floor.

"Close your mouth, sweetheart. Something might fly in."

"Wow, Mom. You look so sexy. I love it."

Glancing at my rapidly tenting shorts, Mom smiled. "Looks like two votes to me, Ricky."

"Oh yeah, definitely. I don't know what it is about a lady wearing her guy's clothes, but there's something about it that really floats my boat, Mom. I think that should be your relaxing at home uniform from now on."

She stepped up to me and put her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my chest, rubbing her belly lightly against my erection. "I'm glad you like it. I love wearing your clothes, smelling you on them. It makes me feel close to you."

I slipped my hands around to cup her buttocks and gave her a caressing squeeze. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

"Not in the last fifteen minutes."

"Well, then, it's time to remind you. I do, you know."

"You can remind me whenever you feel it's necessary. I wouldn't want to forget."

"I will make sure that doesn't happen."

As Mom hugged me, I heard and felt her stomach growl.

"Did you eat anything today, Mom?"

"Just a banana at breakfast and a cup of soup when I got to the office."

"Insufficient quality and quantity for a growing girl," I gently scolded. I took her hand and led her to the kitchen table. "Your burger and salad await. Would you like a glass of wine or something else to drink?"

"Actually a cold beer sounds good. Do we have any Sam Adams left?"

"Absolutely. In a glass?"

"Bottle's fine, sweetie."

While Mom dug into her dinner, I sat back, occasionally taking a bite from my own sandwich, picking at my salad while I watched her eat, a small smile on my face. After a while, she stopped eating and stared at me.

"All right, what's up Ricky? You've barely touched you food. Surely it can't be that interesting to watch me chew and swallow."

"I just happen to like looking at you and besides, I didn't see my girlfriend all day. I'm catching up."

"You must be in a pretty bad way, if that's all it takes to make you happy," she quipped with a teasing tone.

"I'd be perfectly content to sit here for a couple of hours and watch you pick your nose."

"Ricky! That's gross! Well, maybe a little sweet too, but still gross. We'll get you professional help first thing tomorrow, but in the meanwhile, eat your dinner before it gets cold."

"Yes, Momma dear."

After cleaning up the dishes, we went into the family room, cuddling on the sofa, paying semi attention to the TV. Mom sat in one corner, me in the middle, her legs draped across my lap. I massaged her feet and calves as we watched someone taking "B' -ing an Author" for $800, Alex.

"Ahh, that's heavenly, Ricky. You're spoiling me to death."

"Better get used to it, pretty lady. It's going to be my main hobby in the future."

As I continued, Mom heaved a contented sigh and settled back into the cushions, eyes half closed.

"Mom."

"Mmmmmm?"

"Aren't you going to tell me about your doctor's appointment today? How did it go? Is everything okay?"

"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking me. Everything's just fine, Ricky. You and I have a date for this Friday, lover."

"For real, Mom?"

Mom swung her feet off my lap and stretched out, smiling gently as she regarded me.

"For real, Ricky."

"Oh my sweet Jesus, I can hardly believe this is happening. My God, I think I'm losing my mind. I can hardly wait!"

"Believe it, son. It's real -- you and me, it's as real as it gets."

She reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to her side.

"C'mere, you bad boy. Momma needs a kiss."

I was happy to oblige.

As we embraced, Mom smiled and pulled back from our kiss, brushing my hair back from my forehead. "Ricky, have I told you I love you recently?"

Smiling, I gave her a peck and replied, "Not in the last fifteen minutes or so, Mom."

"I love you very much, Ricky."

"So it's not just my body?"

"Brat. You're absolutely impossible."

Kissing her back more intently, I replied "And you're absolutely, heart-stoppingly beautiful, Mom."

"It's not true, but you're turning my head anyway, sweet boy."

Tracing her hand lightly down my chest, she slid it across my belly and under the waistband of my shorts, gently squeezing my perpetual erection.

"Do your sweet nothings have an ulterior purpose, my horny young man?"

"Never and always, sexy lady. I do seem to recall something about a debt to be repaid with interest, though."

"I see. And now you've come to collect, I suppose."

Slipping a hand underneath her jersey, I gently cupped her breast, lightly tracing my fingertip over the nipple, slightly flicking it. Mom sighed and arched her back to meet my hand as I caressed her.

"I do like to keep my accounts receivable in order, madam. You don't want a past due notice, do you? The interest might be more than you can afford. I should also warn you that I personally collect on all my delinquent bills," I said in a very formal, severe tone.

Pulling her shirt off over her head, I trailed kisses down from her neck to her breasts, sucking, licking and pulling lightly on her nipples with my lips. I alternated between the sisters for a good five or ten minutes, thoroughly nursing from each, Mom cradling my head with her hands as I suckled, murmuring encouragement and endearments. I slowly turned my attentions lower and lower, kissing and licking her navel as I ran a hand underneath the elastic of her panties and through her luxuriant thatch, seeking her sex, relishing the wiry, slightly scratchy texture of her pubic hair in my fingers as I searched. As I found her lips, I slipped my middle finger into her clinging moistness, drawing a gasp as I slid in as far as I could.

Quickly peeling her panties off her hips, I bent my head to her labia, gently licking up and down on either side, teasing close to her clit as I went from side to side, but never actually touching it.

Running her hands through my hair, Mom sighed. "Baby, that's so nice, but it's supposed to be your turn."

"You don't owe me anything, Mom. I just needed an excuse to get my mouth on your sweet pussy again. I could do this all day, you taste so good."

"Mmmm. Ohhh god...you're spoiling... me...rotten...again, young man," she groaned.

Shifting away, Mom turned around, presenting her ass to me as she pushed my shorts down past my knees. Placing her knees above my shoulders, I reached around her, encompassing her back and flanks with my arms, pulling her dewy lips down to my mouth.

Pulling her close, I delved my tongue into her portal, my nose rubbing her perineum and rosebud as I licked and sucked. Mom moaned and then encircled my glans with her lips, swirling her tongue over my head as she sucked, gradually taking most of my length in, continuously sucking and milking as her mouth rode up and down my shaft.

We continued for some time, mouths on each other, literally savoring our time together, neither of us in any hurry to consummate our oral lovemaking. There was something about this particular moment that made us both want to prolong our giving pleasure to each other for as long as possible. It was sweet, slow and exquisitely intimate. Yet again, I was amazed at how we instinctively seemed to know exactly what the other needed and wanted at any particular moment.

Slowly, we began to increase our pace, Mom's movements on my face and my thrusting into her mouth gradually picking up in intensity and speed as we rose towards our peaks. I began long, languorous licks from Mom's clit back to her ass, delving into her pink asterisk with each passage. She moaned around my cock and began sucking furiously, keeping only my head in her mouth as her thighs began to contract spasmodically around my head. I could barely breathe, but I was in heaven as Mom suddenly clamped her thighs around my ears in a stiff, frozen vise, releasing her juices all over my nose and lips. Her intense release set me off as well, and I began firing off a seeming endless, pulsing stream of semen into her waiting, caressing mouth. I could sense her swallowing rapidly, trying to keep up with my flow as her trembling thighs slowly relaxed their grip on my head.

Finally, I had to catch my breath, pulling my face away from her sodden cunt, as she laid her head on my thigh, both of us panting with our exertions and sweet release.

I wormed my way out from under her, snuggling up to her back, taking her in my arms, showering her neck and spine with kisses. We lay together for some time, gradually catching our collective breath; Mom tightly nestled in my arms, spooned against me. From time to time, I would nuzzle her back or the nape of her neck, while she caressed my arms.

While we snuggled, I became hard against her ass again, but there was no sense urgency or burning need to start something going a second time. Mom acknowledged my recovery with the occasional gentle push and light grind back against my erection, but at the same time she traced her hands all over my upper body, more for the simple joy of affectionate contact than for purposes of stimulation. Every so often, she would take my hand and bring it to her lips for a warm, loving kiss. It was as though we were each divided in two, lovers below the waist and loving mother and son above. I reveled in the strange, wonderful duality of the sensations and feelings, which felt so completely, purely loving and gloriously erotic at the same time. As these emotions gradually fused together in my mind, they transported me to a place I had never been; a place that I never even knew existed before.

I was incredibly, acutely aware of every aspect of those few seemingly eternal minutes - the smell of our combined releases, our mingled tastes on my tongue, the lift and expansion of her ribcage against my encircling arms as I held her just below her breasts, the slight sweatiness and stickiness of our skin, her back to my front, the gentle sough of skin against the fabric of the couch as we slightly shifted our positions, the very faint sigh of the central air conditioning, an occasional drip of water into the kitchen sink, far-off outside noises of passing cars, distant lawnmowers and children playing in the cooling evening and the warm fragments of golden late light slanting through the blinds of the family room, dappling our bodies. It all melted together into an eternal, warm fusion of perfection. So sweet was the instant, I still remember it with greater clarity than almost any other memory of our time together.

As I grew older, I came to know that the Indonesians have a specific name for that sublime suspension of duration -- "djam karet," elastic time, the hour that stretches. If you are very, very lucky, you may experience such a moment once or twice in your life with your lover.

Mom stirred slightly, delicately tracing her fingertips across my forearms, raising goose bumps. The endless moment recompressed, time sweetly fracturing back into discrete seconds and minutes and we were mortal once again.

"Mmmmmm. That was wonderful, my sweet, sexy son."

"Everything just keeps getting better and better, Mom. You're my beautiful, gorgeous girl."

"Pshaw, Ricky. You're hardly an objective judge."

"That's the point, Mom. I freely admit my prejudice, in fact I embrace it," I retorted, squeezing her for extra emphasis.

"I suppose I shouldn't complain."

"Darnn right, lady. You're now stuck with me and my opinions."

Mom paused for a minute, thinking, still running her hands over my arms.

"Ricky, about Friday. I want to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"How would you feel if I suggested that we cool it until then, sleeping in our own rooms, no touching, no hands, no lips, no masturbating?"

"Geez, I don't know Mom. Do you really think waiting will make it better?"

"Actually, I do. I know it's going to be very, very special anyway, but I think that if we agreed to step back just for a few days, it would be that much more intense. Besides," she whispered wickedly, "When you come in me the first time, I want it to be your biggest load ever, lover boy."

I was struck speechless by the raw desire and passion in her voice as she spoke. The unspoken promise and naked lust her words conveyed left me reeling for a moment.