Finding Beauty

"I'm glad," she smiled. She suddenly looked concerned. "You look exhausted. Tell you what. After you finish your drink, you rest and then I'll take you out to dinner. How does that sound?"

I nodded. "Sounds good," I said. Unfortunately, I didn't finish my margarita. I fell asleep right there on the couch while watching a show I had DVR'd. When I woke up, it was dark outside and I had a blanket covering me.

Mom apparently caught me stirring because she said, "Look who's awake. You hungry?" She sat down on the couch by my hip and rubbed my arm.

"I could eat," I smiled, stretching and pushing myself up.

"Go clean up and we'll go get Mexican. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." I stood up and walked up the stairs. A few minutes later I was out of the shower and getting dressed. Mom knocked on my door. "Yeah?"

"Are you about ready?"

I opened the door as I pulled my shirt down. "I just have to put on my shoes." I sat in my desk chair and put on my shoes and socks as my mother sat on my bed.

"What do you think, Vince? Think we can put this behind us?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of moving forward, not backward," I smiled, looking up at her. "But we can definitely work it out."

"I think so, too," she smiled.

I stood up and took her hand. I kissed her on the cheek and we went to dinner. While we were there, we each had a couple more margaritas. We weren't drunk because they weren't very strong, but our mood was definitely lighter and I'm sure the drinks had something to do with it.

I had no trouble driving us home and I felt like Mom and I were in a good place again. When we got home, I told Mom I was going to change and watch a movie. She thought it was a good idea and changed as well. It wasn't long, however, before she had fallen asleep on the couch. After the movie was over, I helped her off the couch and walked her to her room.

"Vincent, don't leave," she mumbled tiredly.

"Mom, get some rest," I said as I helped her lie down.

"I'm not sleepy," she said, looking up at me.

"Yes, you are." I pulled her covers up over her. As I reached for the light, she grabbed my other hand.

"Vince," she said, sitting up, suddenly more alert. "Stay with me."

"You're drunk," I laughed. When I reached for her lamp a second time, she pulled on my hand.

"I'm not," she said. She sounded sober. I stopped and stood up, looking down at her. "Today when you left, I thought I'd lost you. Then when you didn't answer my calls, I was afraid I would never get you back. The thought of you not being with me was devastating."

"I'm not going anywhere, Mom. Even if I do get an apartment, I'll still be here for you."

"Sit down, Vince," she said, scooting over a little. I sat. She looked at our hands and rubbed her thumb on the back of my hand as she talked. "I loved your father very much when we first married. It wasn't long afterward, though, that he started making little comments about my weight. I wasn't as big as I am now, but I've never been toned. I guess it's like you said, that it just isn't in the cards for me to be small. If that's what he wanted, he should have married someone else, right?" she laughed.

"But I eventually gave up even trying." She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "When you were young you always loved to cuddle up to me and sometimes as you got older and your father became more brazen with his criticism, I saw how sad you got, and you would often come and apologize for him later and would remind me that I'm beautiful. You've always called me beautiful. In high school, especially, I noticed that you started checking me out. I would catch you looking at my boobs or my butt and it would make me feel good that a young man would find me attractive, even though I knew it was wrong because you were my son and because you were so young. I thought you would outgrow it.

"Then I started noticing the girls you would date and how most of them were also a little plump. I thought maybe you were just a breast man and the rest of it just came with the territory. I did notice that all the girls were beautiful, though. When you went to college I noticed that your pattern was still the same. It wasn't until yesterday when you were describing the things you liked about my body, that I was willing to make the connection that you were attracted to me, too. And that's why I panicked." She took another deep breath and spoke more quietly. "When you left today, I thought all day about what we talked about and I realized that I'm just fooling myself if I think this will go away on its own." She looked me in the eyes. "I know it won't."

I sat quietly for a minute before speaking. "What would happen if I kissed you right now?"

She shook her head, but didn't back away. "I don't know. We shouldn't."

"I know." I leaned in and she didn't move. I gently touched my lips to hers and heard a sharp intake of breath through her nose, but she didn't move. Her hands squeezed mine, but that's all the response I got. I certainly felt some electricity, but I didn't know if she did or not. I pulled away and her eyes were closed. She licked her lips as she opened her eyes, a shy smile spreading across her lips. I smiled in response, relieved.

"The hell with it," she breathed before wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard. My arms instinctively went to her waist. It wasn't long before her tongue licked my upper lip, inviting me to kiss her like a lover, not a parent. Our first kiss was sensual, erotic. Admittedly, my cock was as hard as a rock and my stomach was filled with butterflies while we kissed and I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.

I leaned over her to push her onto her back as we kissed and she didn't resist at all, even moaning into my mouth. Her kiss became more frantic and I didn't have to wonder any more. "You're so hot, Mom," I whispered.

"Yeah?" she asked, still kissing me.

"Mmhmm. I want you bad."

She pulled back a little, fire in her eyes. "Are you sure about that? We can't go back if we do that."

I was surprised at her answer. She didn't say no. I smiled and nodded. "Who wants to go back?"

She smiled and kissed me again. I was again surprised that it was my shy mother who made the first move by grabbing my ass and squeezing. I groaned at her first overtly sexual touch. I took it as permission to touch her. I ran my hand up her naked thigh as she moaned. I kissed and nibbled at her neck as I squeezed her soft ass. Her hips began to rotate as we kissed, and her breathing picked up. I moved my hand up to squeeze her breast, bringing a moan from my mother.

She took advantage and cupped my cock, stroking my shaft through my shorts. "You're so hard," she whispered. "You're getting ready for me, huh?"

"Oh, yeah." I slid down her body and lightly bit her nipples through her gown.

"Oh!" she yelped. "Mmm, that feels good."

I began sliding her gown up. Taking the hint, Mom lifted her hips and pulled it further up, exposing her pink cotton panties and stomach. She sat up and allowed me to pull it over her head. Her breasts were magnificent. They were full and heavy and round. The areolae were large and pale pink, with thick pink nipples sticking out excitedly. Mom gasped and moaned when I clamped onto her right nipple with my mouth, sucking excitedly. I squeezed both breasts enthusiastically as my mouth switched back and forth. Mom continued to stroke me through my shorts. At first.

"Let's get rid of this," she said, pulling at my shirt I pulled it over my head and Mom's hands roamed freely over my body. She looked me in the eye with a twinkle and smirk and said, "And these," before pushing my shorts down my legs.

As I kicked them off, smiling at her, I said, "Should I leave my underwear?"

"For now," she winked.

"Fair enough." I began kissing her again while I squeezed her tits. After a moment I said, "Get on top."

"Really?" She sounded surprised.

"Yeah," I said, rolling over. "Let me get a good look at you."

She giggled and sat up, straddling my waist. Her pussy snuggled right onto my dick and her breasts hung heavy in my face. I resumed tasting her nipples and she began sliding back and forth on my groin. I moaned into her breast as she worked me over.

"Damn, Mom," I said, grabbing her ass. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come in my shorts."

"Not tonight," she said. She sat up and reached behind her. Her hand made its way into the fly of my boxers and she pulled my erection out into the cool air. She looked me in the eye as she grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked them to the side. I looked down with a gasp, just long enough to see a dark tuft of hair and her flared pink lips hanging down. With one hand she held her panties to the side and with the other she gripped my shaft and sank down on it. I grunted at the feel of her hot wet pussy sliding all the way down onto me. "That's it!" she groaned. "That's what I wanted." Mom looked at me with a smile and shrugged. "Oh, well," she giggled. "We can't go back now." I smiled as she began rocking her hips, sliding me in and out. "You were right," she sighed. "Your dick is perfect."

"Oh, my god, Mom! You feel so good. You're so hot!"

"You like being buried in my pussy, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"You're a mother fucker now, aren't you?" she growled.

"I'm fucking my mom," I breathed. "Holy shit, I'm fucking my mom."

"Even better, your mom's fucking you." She closed her eyes and bounced more quickly. "I can't believe I'm fucking my son." She shuddered. "Fuck, my son's cock is inside me." She picked up the pace and started riding me harder. I grabbed her thighs and squeezed, loving the feel of her soft, fleshy thighs as she rode me.

"You're going to make me come!" I called.

"Do it, baby. Shoot it inside me. I want it." With that, I let go. I growled my release, forcing my self into her and pulling her down onto me. My pulsing rod poured rope after rope of seed into her depths. She settled onto me and convulsed through her own small orgasm before collapsing onto my chest. I loved the feel of my mother's bare tits crushed against my chest.

After a minute, our breathing settled down. "I guess I should get you something to clean up with," I said.

"Not this time," she said, stroking my hair. "I want to feel you leaking out of me. I may need a reminder that this is real."

"Can I stay in here tonight, then?"

"You can stay in here every night."

I smiled and felt her slide sideways off of me before turning away and backing into my side. I heard the lamp click off, but didn't see it; I was already gone.

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"Morning, Vince," Mom whispered. I stirred awake and saw Mom sitting beside me on the bed, rubbing my back and holding my favorite coffee mug. I smiled at her beautiful face. "I called in sick today so we can have the day together." She giggled as she said, "I told them I had a fever."

"It must be catching," I said with a smile. Sitting up, I took the coffee from Mom's hand and gave her a kiss. I had to make sure, even though I had an idea. "We're okay, then?" I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.

"More than okay, baby. I feel better than I have in years. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted." She was positively beaming.

"So what's on the agenda for today, then?" I asked.

She laughed as she said, "Making up for lost time."

She hopped off the bed and said, "I need a shower. You coming?" She dropped her robe and removed her panties before standing before me naked, lightly scratching at her pubic hair as she gazed at me.

"You think I would miss an opportunity like that?" I jumped up off the bed and dropped my boxers. My erection bobbed in front of me.

"Well," laughed Mom, "It looks like someone's ready." I shrugged and she grabbed my erection and stroked it as she kissed me. "Come on," she whispered. "Let's clean up so we can get dirty again." She turned and walked toward the bathroom.

"Yep," I called, "I love that ass."

She laughed and shook her head. "You'll have to show me just how much you love it."

She reached in and turned on the shower. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my erection against her soft ass. "This," I whispered, "Is how much I love it."

She leaned back against me and sighed. I cupped her breasts and squeezed them, bringing a moan from her. "Come on," she said, stepping into the shower. I closed the door behind me and ran my hands over her wet body. We spent our time in the shower washing each other clean and exploring every part of each other. Last night was quick and urgent. This was leisurely. I couldn't get enough of her and it seemed as if she had the same problem. Her hands ran over my body constantly, everything from stroking my face and hair, to running her fingers through the crack in my ass.

The feeling of her slick, wet skin under my touch was electric. I was finally able to touch all the parts of my mother that I had wanted to for so long. As I knelt in the shower behind her I cupped and squeezed at her luscious ass. I leaned forward and bit her right cheek. She squealed and laughed, reaching back to smack me lightly on top of my head.

I kissed it to make it better and continued kissing all over her ass cheeks. I kissed the top of her crack and kissed my way down between her cheeks, burying my face between the slick, wet mounds. I stuck out my tongue and licked along her crack. She moaned in response. I gripped both cheeks and spread them so I could bury myself even deeper in that amazing ass. "Bend over, Mom."

"Oh, Vince," she whined, placing her hands on the wall and sticking her ass out even further. She moaned when my tongue made contact with her asshole. I circled it repeatedly and lapped at it before lowering my head a little and eating her pussy. She groaned and bent over even further when I buried my tongue in her. "Damn, baby, your tongue feels good." I wouldn't stop working her over until she was satisfied. After a few minutes of tongue fucking my mother, randomly licking at her clit and ass, she began to whimper as her orgasm drew near. I moved my tongue to her clit, pressing my nose into her pussy, and lashed at her little bean until she came.

I stood up behind her. She tried to stand, but I placed my hand on her back, letting her know that I needed her to stay where she was. She looked over her shoulder at me with a look of excitement, knowing what was next. I pressed forward into her and wrapped my arm around her waist to help support her. She whined my name and pressed back against me, making sure I was buried. "God, you feel good," I groaned.

"You do, too," she said, her eyes closed. "Remind me what it's like to be sexy."

"I promise I'll never let you forget again." I pulled out slowly and buried myself again. With one hand I gripped her hip and with the other I cupped her tit and pinched lightly at her nipple. As I withdrew and pressed forward, I picked up the pace, mindful to keep our balance in the slippery shower. The last thing I wanted was for either or both of us to crash onto the hard tile. Confident in my footing, I picked up the pace, fucking into her aggressively.

The sound of our wet skin slapping together combined with the prickles of hot water on my back and the feel of my mother's sexy body under my fingers, bringing me to full hardness. The grip of her hot, wet sleeve begging me not to leave and welcoming my return, was enhanced by Mom's whimpering pleas to make her come again.

I knew I wouldn't last long and warned her. "I'm about to come," I breathed.

"Wait for me, baby! Wait for momma! Almost there."

"I don't know if I can!" I was really starting to feel the churn.

One of Mom's hands came off the tile wall and she rubbed her clit as I continued to plow into her. "Oh, god!" she yelled. Her body tensed up and flinched, her cunt gripping me. "Now," she grunted, "Do it now!" Her hand continued to fly. If she had told me to wait any longer, she would have been sorely disappointed, but since she demanded my immediate orgasm, I was happy to oblige. I forced myself as deeply into her as I could and felt my orgasm burst forth from the top of my head to my clenched toes. It felt like fire pouring out of me. "That's it, fill me up," she said quietly. After a moment she giggled as I still fired into her. "Still going? Wow."

I finally stopped and practically stumbled out of her. I had never actually felt weak in the knees after an orgasm before, but this one was spectacular. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor as Mom turned around and settled onto the floor beside me. "Now do you believe me," I breathed, trying to recover, "About how sexy you are?"

"I think it enhances your credibility," she laughed. "Oh!" she looked down, drawing my eye there as well. "You're leaking out." We both watched as my cum trickled out of her bright pink pussy, mixing with the water and swirling down the drain. She forced more out, also releasing some air I had forced into her, which caused us both to laugh, I think hers was more in embarrassment whereas I just thought it was funny.

"Come on," I said, standing before extending my hand. "Let's get dried off. I'm getting hungry."

"But you just ate," she smiled, taking my hand. That made me laugh.

I decided to go out for breakfast instead of asking her to cook. I knew she liked a little sidewalk café that had pastries she always raved about. She hasn't been there in a long time, especially since working out and watching her diet. I convinced her that we would do this just to celebrate, but that it wouldn't be a habit so she didn't think I was trying to sabotage her efforts. She took me up on it and we sat on the patio under the big green and white umbrella sticking up through the center of the small metal grate table.

Mom had dressed in a little yellow sundress that accentuated her figure nicely. She wore brown sandals with a small heel that flexed her calves nicely. Her toenails were still painted from this weekend, as were her fingernails. She wore a small gold chain that rode high on her chest, and her make-up was perfect: light, barely there, but accentuating her beauty. The sun beside us made her blue eyes shine.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," I said, shaking my head. I was wearing a simple golf shirt and golf shorts, and brown leather boat shoes. I felt very underdressed next to her.

She kept her head down and picked at her cinnamon bread, pinching a small morsel off with her fingers. I could see her smile. "You don't have to say that," she said quietly.

"I know I don't," I agreed, "But it's true. I've always thought you were beautiful, but now I can't take my eyes off you."

She looked up at me. "I can't take mine off you, either." She looked away for a second and had a nervous look. She sighed and asked as she looked out at the small garden, "Would you. . . would you be upset if I said I'm in love with you?"

I leaned forward and took her hand with a smile. "Why would that upset me? I'd be delighted to know you felt the same way about me."

"Really? Because I know that sex can complicate things."

"Sex didn't complicate our relationship. It completed it." I winked at her. "Now we don't have to hide anymore. Yes, we will probably have to keep it quiet, but not from each other."

"I'm so relieved to hear you say that. I was worried that I was speaking out of turn."

"It's not out of turn if it's from your heart, right?" I asked, throwing her own words from my childhood back at her. She smiled at me and nodded.

Mom looked peaceful, sitting there in the sun, eating her pastry and watching the hummingbirds in the garden. I kept quiet, enjoying my own sense of peace at having opened myself up to my mother.

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We made love again that afternoon, and that evening. Mom showed me how much she loved giving me a blowjob. She apologized for not being more skilled, but she told me later that Dad was never one for foreplay or adventure. Part of the reason she felt unsexy was that he insisted on sex with the lights out, so he "didn't have to look at her fat ass" or so he "could imagine she was someone else," he joked. Her eyes teared up as she told me, waving her hand and trying to laugh, saying he had always told her he was kidding, but what kind of a fucktard says that to the woman he swore to love?