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"Pain?"

"Yeah, it's pretty-fucking-painful when your pubic hair is ripped out by its roots. What do you think a bikini wax does?"

Blushing beet-red at her scolding I offered a weak defense,"I don't know."

Once again Mother tore back the curtain of the fitting room. She was wearing a yellow one-piece swimsuit. It had a halter neck and tied between the shoulder blades just like the bikini had. She turned on her heel to reveal that the back of the swimsuit had a thong bottom. The material of thong was firmly ensconced in the crack of her ass and the sexy cheeks of her buttocks were on full display. She spun around and asked, "What do you think of this one?"

The clerk once again went into her sales speech, "This one-piece suit is another good choice for your body type and the yellow color highlights your auburn hair. It is a retro crocheted suit with a modern halter-top and French-cut thong bottom connected by a crocheted midriff. Which to be honest not only displays your delightful derriere but the French-cut brings the leg-holes high on the hip further accentuating the lines of your labia Once again when it's wet you will be covered but not concealed."

I licked my lips and cleared my throat trying to get some liquid to my dry mouth. I looked Mother's big expectant doe--like eyes and said, "Yeah, very sexy. You'll look hot in it."

Her smile was as bright as the sun. She nodded to the salesclerk then disappeared again into the fitting room to change back into her sundress. While the salesclerk rang up Mother's purchases I fled the store for the nearest men's room. I found and empty stall and with a trembling hand locked its door. Visions of my mother's bald snatch surged through my imagination as I unzipped my khakis. I could picture her pussy lips pouting for attention and glistening with excitement. The image burned through my brain as my testicles tightened. No sooner had my cock been released from my trousers than the first frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. Red lights exploded through my brain as I hissed with enraptured release. I fought to stay upright as spurts of pleasure weakened my knees and coated the toilet. I grabbed hold of the toilet paper dispenser to keep from collapsing. I murmured, "I love you, Mom."

As soon as I got my cock back in my khakis I retreated from the men's room without cleaning up my mess. I caught Mother just as she exited the beachwear boutique.

She reported that the shop would send her purchases up to our suite. Gaily she took my arm and we headed into San Diego's Gaslamp District practically skipping like Dorothy and Toto on the yellow brick road. In no time we found the bistro that the hotel's concierge had recommended. It specialized in California cuisine and had a house band that played surf and hot rod music on weekends.

The place was just starting to fill-up with the after the work crowd. Mother ordered a wine-cooler and I tried to get a beer. But the waiter was wise to the ways of just graduated troopers and asked for my ID which noted I was nineteen, two years shy of legal drinking age.

Mother asked, "What if I ordered a beer to wash down my wine-cooler?"

The waiter chuckled then acquiesced and took our supper order. I ordered a big T-bone steak with all the trimmings while Mother went with a shrimp pasta dish. I looked across the table and drank in the beauty of my mother. I felt guilty that I had not appreciated her before now.

"Thanks, Mom."

She sat her wine-cooler down and asked, "Thanks for what, Baby-boy? It's just a beer I'm not going to let you get drunk."

I chuckled, "Not for the beer. Thanks for coming out here to see me graduate. For once I feel like I accomplished something and I appreciate you coming here to share it with me."

She raised her bottle and I clinked it with my beer bottle. She lovingly looked in my eyes and said, "I'm very proud of you Russ. You've become quite the man. Half the boys you've graduated high school with are still living at home with their parents but you've set out to accomplish something meaningful."

We each sipped our drinks. And I felt Mother's leg brush against mine as she crossed hers under the table. The band started up and she swung her leg in time to the music. My cock grew hard and goose bumps rose on my leg from the delicate yet exciting contact with her leg. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. I looked deep into her big brown doe-like eyes and said, "I love you, Mom. I'm really sorry Dad left you but I'm especially sorry that I didn't appreciate you like I should have when I was home."

Her eyes rimmed with tears and she dabbed at them with her thumb before they could ruin her make-up. "I love you too, Russ. There's no need to be sorry, nobody appreciates their parents until they leave home and it's not your fault your father left. Maybe if I didn't let myself go...."

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed and slammed my fist onto the table. The salt and pepper shakers jumped and so did Mother. I took a deep breath, held it then let it go. I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But Dad's just a jerk. I don't want you to blame yourself because he left. You loved him and he didn't love you back."

Mother shook her head. Her voice trembled with emotion, "It's not just one person, it takes two. It's not all his fault. Maybe if I hadn't put on so much weight or if we had been able to have another child..."

I shook my head, leaned forward and said, "Come-on Mom, you said yourself that Dad told you he never loved you and he was just doing his duty by me. That doesn't sound like someone who is fully invested in the relationship. That's someone doing the minimum until they can find a way out. I don't think the fact that you developed an infection during my birth and had to get a hysterectomy would have made bit of difference."

She shrugged and squeezed my hand. "I guess you're right. You would think after eighteen years of living with your father I would have seen it coming. Maybe I did and just chose to bury my head in the sand. His leaving just about did me in, I didn't get out of bed, I quit eating, I wanted to die. I felt like such a failure. Then a letter from you arrived and you wrote about your weight loss and the challenges in Boot Camp you weren't just facing but overcoming. It inspired me to do the same. You're my hero Russ, you saved my life."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I was glad when the waiter set our food in front of us. I tore into the steak like a pit-bull. The military had trained me to eat quickly and efficiently so I finished way before Mom. I watched with envy as she took the time to savor her meal.

When the waiter took our empty plates Mother ordered me another beer and herself another wine-cooler. The band began to play again and picked up the beat with a fast song. Mother wanted to dance so she led me out on to the small dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I subtlety shuffled my feet back in forth to tempo of the music. Mother's big boobs bounced delightfully to the beat of the drum while her hips swayed to the rhythm of the guitar. She giggled joyfully as her ass wiggled wantonly.

I had so much blood rushing from my brain to my cock I feared I might pass out. Thankfully the band played a slow song and I wrapped my arms around Mother's waist just above her butt as she rested her head on my shoulder. I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume and pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest. I could have sworn I felt the hardness of her nipples poking through her dress and into me. My cock stood at rigid attention and rubbed against Mother's mons. I was pleasantly surprised when she ground her mound into my hardness. I looked down into her eyes and she up into mine. It was so natural to bend my head and gently caress her lips with mine. The song finished and we looked longingly into each other's eyes as we applauded.

Without a word I paid our tap and we headed out the door of the bistro strolling through the Gaslamp District hand-in-hand like lovers. We arrived at the hotel and got into the elevator to go up to the room.

I looked at Mother and she smiled back at me. The sudden upward jolt of the elevator shoved her into me. I caught her in my arms and helped her re-balance herself. I pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her hungrily on the lips. Instinctively her lips parted and I penetrated her mouth, momentarily our tongues wrestled. A bell rang to announce we had reached our floor.

The elevator door opened, Mother stepped out and led the way down the hall. She turned and caught and caught me ogling her derrière. She teased me, "Like what you see?"

I nodded.

"Wait til you see it in my new bikini."

When we came to the room I opened the door and Mother walked inside, she gave a little squeal as I patted her ass. The door snapped shut and Mother headed straight for the bathroom. I watched mesmerized as her ass wiggled beneath the fabric of her dress. My cock hardened and I licked my lips. I heard Mother giggle, she had been watching me in the big mirror over the sink. I blushed.

Just before she closed the bathroom door she said, "Change into your swim trunks I want to go for a moonlight swim."

Shaking my head in disbelief I complied with Mother's request and changed quickly into my military issued khaki-colored swim trunks. I flopped on the bed and grabbed the remote to turn on the television. The squeaking hinges of the bathroom door caught my attention. I sat up on the side of the bed and gazed at my mother.

She wore the white surfer short bikini she had purchased earlier. The halter top highlighted her big breasts and the surfer short bottom accented her shapely hips. As she slipped into her wedge sandals I saw how snugly the bikini clung to her cunt lips causing a stirring in my loins.

An evening breeze from came from the balcony and I detected that Mother's nipples were hard through her bikini top as she shimmied on the blue T-shirt as a cover-up. I chuckled as I read the words written across her front in yellow, "My Man is a Military Man." It was a double XL and hung down to her mid-thigh. I asked her to tie the bottom of the T-shirt in a knot so I could watch her ass wiggle as she walked. I pleaded, "I love your ass Mom, please let me watch it in action."

Mother laughed lovingly and patted my face, "Sure, Russ. If that's what you want."

She rolled the tail of the shirt and then tied the excess into a knot around her waist. She spun around and asked, "Good enough, Baby-boy?"

"Yeah," I huffed thrilled that the fabric from her bikini bottom had fully infested the crack of her ass. I followed her hiding my hard cock with our beach towels as she led the way out the door. I loved to watch the rise and fall of each buttock and the sideways sway of her hips. More white material inched into her crack. I couldn't believe I could get so hard by simply watching my mother walk.

We had to wait for the elevator. I smiled at my mother in the mirrored doors and she smiled back at me. We were giddy like a couple of kids the night before Christmas. I noticed in the mirror the tell-tale cameltoe produced by her bikini. My mouth watered anticipating the delights that lay beneath the bikini material.

Once we were in the elevator Mother pushed the button to the top floor. She held me at arm's length as I tried to maneuver her into an embrace and a kiss. She scolded, "Russ, behave."

The elevator bell rang and the doors opened onto the roof of the hotel where the pool was located. Posted on the rail of the pool entrance was a sign that read, "Closed for private party."

"Look," I said pointing at the sign.

"I know," said Mother with sly grin. "I paid the hotel's concierge. We're the party."

The city lights created enough ambient light to illuminate the entire pool deck which would allow us to see without having to find the switch for the pool lights. Silently we stood side-by-side at the rooftop rail and took in the spectacular view, the San Diego skyline stretched out before us clear to the harbor. Mother crossed her arms as if she were cold so I pulled her close to me and enjoyed the warmth of her body next to mine. She smiled up at me then wrapped her arm around my waist and we basked in each other's affection.

I broke the silence but I hoped not the spell. "I love you, Mom."

"This is so romantic," she replied then she looked in my eyes and added, "I know you want have sex with me."

My voice broke with emotion, "Yes I do and I hope you want to have sex with me."

She patted my butt and acknowledged, "Yes, Baby I do. I feel so wanton, so wicked, but this is wrong. You're my son and this is incest."

"I'm your son and you're my mother so I guess it would be incest technically, but you are mature woman and I'm a grown man and we love each other very much. I really want to fuck you."

"Russ, we're playing with fire. We're about to change our relationship from a mother-son platonic one to a man-woman physical one. Once we cross this threshold everything will change. I knew the minute I saw you this morning and recognized that you had become a hard-bodied confident man that I wanted you to make love to me."

Mother reached up and patted my cheek. "Making love to a person, someone you truly love is so much more pleasurable than just fucking. You do love me, don't you Baby-boy?"

"Gosh yes, Mom, I love you. I loved you all my life. I realized this morning on the parade field when I hugged you how deeply I loved you. I love you not just as my mother but as my woman. I want to make love to you."

Turning towards me she stood on her tip-toes and kissed me. Her tongue probed for mine. She moaned into my mouth as my hand went to work on her breast squeezing it gently She pulled my shirt off while continuing to kiss me. She lovingly caressed my bare chest with feather-like touches that sent excited chills surging across my flesh. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and pushed me back.

Standing a foot apart panting like animals sizing each other up. I moved to embrace her again but she put her hand flat against my chest and shook her head no.

She untied the knot that held her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head. She threw into a nearby lounge chair. She reached behind her neck and untied the string that held the bikini top. Then yanked the second tie from between her shoulder blades and pulled the top off her heaving breasts. She held the top between her fingers a moment before letting it fall on top of the T-shirt.

I dropped my eyes to her breasts. They were big, round and her nipples looked to be hard enough to cut glass. I kissed each breast in turn then took a stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. I teased the nipple with my tongue and then blew my hot breath on it.

Mother arched her back and groaned. Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of my head. She moaned, "Oh, Baby-boy, that feels so good."

Suddenly she pushed me away for her breasts and threw the beach towels on to the cement pool deck. She dropped to her knees on the towels and gleefully yanked my swim trunks down. After I stepped out of them she tossed them on top of her discarded T-shirt on the lounge chair. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as my distended cock danced in front of her face. She studied it for a moment before kissing its swollen helmet then licking the pre-cum drooling from it.

I mumbled my pleasure, "Ahhhhhh."

She watched my cock sway for a moment after she had cleaned the head. "Baby, your cock is... so hard...so large. It looks like it should be attached to a pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after getting fucked by this monster."

I stammered, "I'm so...so glad you...you like it."

"I love it because it belongs to you but, especially since it's so big and hard." Her eyes shifted to mine as her small delicate hand steadied my prick. Then she lovingly siphoned my bulbous head into her mouth. She never took her big doe-like eyes off mine.

I gasped for breath and curled my toes to keep from cumming. I groaned,"Ohhhhhh."

Her eyes glimmered with naughtiness as she licked the underside of my shaft. Her hand shifted to my balls and she gently squeezed them. "Are they full, Baby? Are they full for me?"

Giggling she engulfed both of my bloated balls into her mouth. The suction she produced on them would have put a Hoover vacuum to shame. She spat out my balls and licked down their seam before licking up the length of my shaft to the head. Grabbing my cock again she tantalizingly darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now she had me standing on my tip toes.

My cock disappeared into her mouth and she began to suckle while stroking the remaining shaft. Her cheeks hollowed while she jacked my cock with one hand and rolled my balls with the other. My mind became overloaded with gratification as it jumped from one pleasure to another. I felt my cock twitch signaling I was ready to cum.

Suddenly Mother jammed her finger up my ass and spunk gushed out of my cock like it was a fire hose. I bellowed like bull and struggled to stay on my feet as my knees grew weak. Blood pounded in my ears and a multiple of lights exploded in my brain. When I finished spewing I looked down at Mother gasping for air.

She hadn't even try to catch all my cum in her mouth. She just let it wash over her face and drip down to her breasts. She looked up at me, one of her eyes was shut and the lashes seemed glued together with my cum. Her face and breasts were literally covered with cum. She smiled up at me and said, "Feel better now, Baby?"

I nodded as she held out her hand. I pulled her up from the pool deck and said, "I love you."

"I know you do, Baby-boy, you just covered me with your love. I love you too."

Mother dove into the pool with a splash. After a moment she surfaced her face cleansed of my cum. She treaded water and said, "The water is warm and refreshing, why don't you join me?"

Not needing to be asked twice I dove into the pool. I swam towards Mother and just as I reached her, she teasingly splashed water in my face and swam to the swallow end.

Stopping on the pool stairs she sat on the top step of the stairs and invitingly spread her legs. I moved between them and we entwined in a passionate kiss. Reaching for one of her creamy white breasts I gently but firmly squeezed it. I smiled as Mother moaned. I appreciated her responsiveness. I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into my mouth.

Mother encouraged me to suckle by running her hands through my hair. She murmured, "That's it Baby-boy, that feels so good."

Leaving Mother's heaving breasts I trailed my tongue down her trembling torso. I teased her by blowing my hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps rose all over her trunk. I stopped and studied her through her bikini bottoms. They were indeed see-through I could clearly see her labia, her cunt lips were thick and engorged with excitement and pouted for more attention. I peeled the bottoms off her as she raised her butt off the step to assist me. I kissed the surgery scar that was half-way between her naval the cleft of her cunt, she stiffen as my lips made contact with the scar. I whispered, "I'm sorry I caused this."

Mother relaxed and ran her fingers through my hair saying, "It's not your fault. The scar resulted from giving you life. It was worth it."

"I love you, Mom," I said before I continued kissing and licking my way down her body until I was between her legs.

Mother's excitement built as I brushed my lips over her slit with light caresses. She strained and bucked her hips upward. Finally, I put my lips right on top of her slit and kissed it gently then harder. She moaned.

My tongue broached her pussy. I ran my tongue up and down the layers of her pussy flesh. Tentatively, my tongue entered her cunt and fucked her with gentle stabs. I teased the hell out of Mother until her clit made its appearance demanding consideration. It was stiff and peeked from its sheath. I brought my tongue to the top of her slit and used it like a probe. Locating her pearl I licked it hard and pressed my tongue into her clit-hood.