Fitness Model Moms Ch. 03

And again, and again.

He pulled her closer to his body; she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips continuously kissing his. She couldn't stop. She didn't want to.

The kisses became slower, longer, and more passionate. Within minutes, they were making out.

Dean ended it, his forehead resting against hers, "I'm sorry, I'm - "

"No, it's fine."

"I, uh, shouldn't have - "

"No, I wanted it. I want it. I want you," Monica whispered. Dean gulped and nodded.

They kissed once more, Monica's spine tingling, her legs weak. She ended the kiss, took his hand, and led her son back to their room.

-6-

They backed into their room, still kissing, unable to stop themselves. They stumbled over luggage, missing their destination - the bed. They ended up in front of the balcony window, eyes still closed; the room dark except for moonlight.

Monica pictured his face at Deanna's funeral, his blank, empty expression for over a month after it. She saw him in his bed, still, unmoving from depression. She vowed to make sure her son would never be in that state again.

Dean broke the kiss, out of breath, gently pushing his mother away at her shoulders. "Mom, stop, let's stop. This is crazy."

-

"I agree, but I don't want to stop."

"We can't go further."

"Do you want to though?" his mother asked, stepping closer to him.

Dean looked her over, her sweet face lovingly looking at him in the moonlight. "I, I think."

She nodded, removed her sash, revealing her thong-covered bottom and placed her hands on his chest. "Then let's keep going. This would be your wedding weekend. I'm here for you, in every way."

Dean's hands went to her waist, pulling her against him.

"Kiss me," his mother said.

Dean didn't hesitate. He dove in, meeting her open mouth. His forehead was beading with sweat; their hearts were racing, breathing heavily out of their noses. They moaned into each other's mouths. Monica never felt more love in her life, love for Dean, her son.

She reached behind her, unclasping her bikini top. She threw her arms around Dean again, pulling him in for an even deeper kiss. His hands slowly moved to her ass, cupping and squeezing it gently.

Monica worked with his swimming trunks, untying the cord, pulling them, tugging them down, their eyes still closed and mouths still joined.

She felt his erection against her stomach. Ignoring it, she tugged at her thong bottoms, pulling them down, stepping out of them. They resumed their frantic kissing, hands roaming all over each other, both completely naked.

They moved toward the bed. Monica turned them around, gently pushing Dean on it. He sat on the edge of the bed, his mother straddling him, still kissing. She pushed him to his back, Monica going with him, kissing his neck, chest, down his stomach to his impressive manhood.

Kissing all around the base of the shaft and balls; her hands sliding up to his mouth, and her fingers going inside it. Dean sucked on her index and middle fingers.

"Take care of our men," Gia's words echoed in Monica's head as she opened wide and lovingly sucked her man's cock, one hand gliding all over his chest, the other over his face while two of its fingers were being sucked on by him.

She didn't care Dean's dick was in her mouth. Monica would love him this night, close to his wedding day night, in the same way Deanna would if she were still alive.

Dean moaned, his mother's hands on his shaft, jacking it vigorously while her head bobbed up and down on, her eyes never looking away from his face.

Dean rose to his elbow, a hand on his mother's head, his fingers combing through her wild curly hair. He watched her suck and worship his cock with ragged breath.

He threw his head back, moaning again. Monica stopped sucking him, causing him to look to her once more. She wanted his cum, but not down her throat.

She jumped on him, kissing him again, not caring if he was tasting his own cock on her lips. Her tongue swirling all around his, she grabbed the base of his cock, quickly bringing it to her pussy. Once the tip was at her dripping entrance, she released it and slammed herself on it, impaling herself with his wonderful rod.

Both mom and son moaned at the same time, they became still, holding one another, breathing heavily. Monica nearly came right there, her body tensing up in Dean's arms. Her hot breath in his face, their mouths open, exhaling into each other's, she began.

Her mission was to make her man cum, to show him how loved he was in every way, to take care of him just like Gia was doing to Ulysses that very moment down the hall. This was different though. While Gia was on all fours, telling Ulysses to fuck her harder, like a porn star might, Monica was staring in Dean's face, using her body to pleasure him, to love him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

One hand on the back of his head, the other on his shoulder, Monica was squatting, bouncing up and down on Dean's cock. Staring into each other's eyes, panting heavily in each other's face, they made love.

She watched his face contort with pleasure, his hands squeezing her butt, her sides, a breast, finally holding her head just like she held his.

She watched him blink rapidly, his bottom lip quivering; she felt his cock get harder inside her. He was cumming.

"Ahh, M-Mom!" he cried. Monica felt his cock explode inside her, filling her with his warm, precious seed. She couldn't help but climax herself.

"Dean!" she shook, pulling him in for a kiss.

They moaned into one another's mouths, the kiss ending when their orgasms subsided. Out of breath they peered into one another's eyes.

She threw her arms around her son, holding him against her. His cock finally became weak, slurping out of her semen-oozing pussy. Dean grabbed his mother, sliding across the mattress toward the pillows.

He held her in his arms, Monica kissing tenderly at his chest while rubbing his stomach.

Several moments later, Dean rolled over, his back toward Monica. She snuggled up to his naked body with her own. The image of his face while cumming, his cock erupting inside her, their kisses, her climax all replaying inside her head.

They didn't say another word the rest of the night. Sleep found them soon.

***

Monica woke the next morning finding herself alone in bed, sunlight shining on her naked body. She felt around for Dean, but he was gone. She sat up, looking around the empty room.

Dean appeared from the bathroom, freshly showered, and fully dressed. His bag was packed and by the door.

"Hey," Monica smiled at him.

Dean nodded, not making eye contact, saying nothing.

Monica showered alone. Dean wasn't in the room when she appeared naked from the bathroom. She shrugged, got dressed and packed.

After her bag was packed her son re-entered their room. He grabbed his own bag, nodded to his mother again and left.

Gia and Ulysses were too hung-over and sleepy to notice things between Dean and Monica. Monica was perfectly capable of noticing her son's demeanor. He said nothing to her on the shuttle ride back to the parking lot, he said nothing to her on the way home, shaking his head, holding his hand up to stop of his mother from continuing when she said his name half-way home.

The behavior continued upon their return. Dean took to his room, avoiding his mother as best he could.

Monica was on the verge of tears sitting alone in her room after dinner. "I made things worse," she cried. Making love to Dean had an adverse effect. Never once in her desire to please him and heal his heart did she consider by crossing the line with him could ruin their relationship.

She cried herself to sleep, alone, in her bed the first time since Dean moved in.

-7-

Dean returned to his old routine for the next several days. The only difference is that his door remained closed and he wasn't allowing his mother to join him in bed.

One day the following week, Dean was gone when she woke up. Monica panicked when she saw his car gone, the first time it had left the driveway since he arrived. She searched his room; everything was fine, nothing out of the ordinary. She called him, no answer. She texted him asking where he was. An hour passed and she got a reply.

"Work."

A sigh of relief came over her. His leave of absence period from work was over.

Dean came home that night, still not saying a word to Monica. She left dinner on his bed and waited for him to come out of his room. He never did.

The weekend arrived, Monica wanting so badly to talk to him, to see him, was miserable. Saturday morning she woke up, hearing Dean moving about the house.

"What are you doing?" she asked angrily, already knowing the answer. Dean was gathering his belongs, loading his car. He was moving out.

"Found an apartment. Signing papers today," he said, loading a box in his car. Monica was speechless.

She nodded and left him be. Sitting at the kitchen table, she shook her head, she brought this on herself. In one taboo, perverse, abnormal moment she and her son had sex. Now he was leaving, moving on, possibly ashamed and guilt-ridden over their actions.

Monica looked to a box near the kitchen. Eyes tearing up, she opened it, seeing the tiny jewelry box containing Deanna's engagement ring. Without thinking, Monica took it out and put it on her left ring finger. She cried again, holding her hand out - the ring fit her perfectly.

"No," she said. She wasn't letting him leave.

Monica rushed to the garage, finding Dean moving a box, setting it down near the open back door of his car. He was walking back into the garage when his mother grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the wall, kissing him as hard as she could.

"Mom! What are you - "

"You aren't leaving! You're staying with me," Monica kissed him again just as hard.

"Get off!" Dean grabbed her wrists, forcefully removing them from his shoulder. "Stop."

"You can't leave. Please."

Dean sighed heavily, looking to his right, his hopes to avoid this awkwardness gone, "Mom, I have to go. I have to get on with my life."

"Look at me," Monica said. "Now."

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Yes, it was great, but that's beside the point. It was wrong, it was illegal, it was - "

"But you enjoyed it. It made you happy?"

"It did. It was still wrong though. I was weak, I gave in. I can't do that again," Dean said.

Monica looked to her left ring finger, seeing Deanna's engagement ring still on it. "It's a perfect fit," she told her son.

"I can be everything for you. I can heal your heart, fill the void, I can love you like no other," his mother said, placing her left hand on his shoulder.

Dean eyed the ring, "Mom."

"Stay. Stay with me. I'll love you like a mother, I'll love you like a," Monica looked to the ring again. "Like a wife."

Dean slowly removed her hand from his shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb, noticing how nice the ring looked on her hand. A moment passed without words.

"We'd have to keep it a secret," Dean finally spoke up. "It could ruin your career, we could go to prison, we could get the death penalty," he joked, a tiny smile forming on his face.

Monica smiled back. "No one will know. We'd go on living like this. To family you'd still be my son. To friends who don't know you, something else."

They held hands, "Are you sure about this?" Dean asked.

"Are you?"

Dean shrugged.

"Maybe this will help," his mother said, slowing bringing her hands to his face, stepping forward kissing him.

It was slow and tender, her lips pressing against his. His hand at her waist once more, he kissed back, their lips parting slightly.

"Well?" Monica asked.

Dean didn't answer with words. He squatted and pick up his mother, her legs wrapping around his waist, his hand on her ass.

He didn't set her down like before, instead he carried her into the house, kissing her the whole way to her bedroom.

When they arrived, they kept kissing, undressing one another.

Dean guided her to her bed, causing her to sit on the edge of it. He pushed her to her back, kissing at her neck, down to her breasts, her nipples, flat stomach, and then finally arriving at her clit. He licked and sucked it before driving his tongue deep into her pussy.

As he swirled his tongue inside her, one hand massaged her breasts, tweaking the nipples. His other hand was on her face, two of his fingers slipping into her mouth. Monica sucked on his just like he sucked on hers.

Dean mimicked his mother's action from their first time together. This time he was the one showing her how much he loved her. He was giving her pleasure and he was telling her that he wanted her in every way - just like she did with him.

Monica grabbed at his short hair, rising to her elbow. His eyes were focused on hers, his mouth covering her pussy, his tongue inside it.

She arched back, falling to her back, moaning, crying out as she gripped the hand that was on her breast. "Dean!"

Slurping away at her pussy until her orgasm subsided, Dean climbed on top of her, her legs instinctively spreading and wrapping around him. He kissed her hard, not caring if she tasted her own pussy on his tongue.

His free hand guided his cock in where it belonged. He thrust once, hard, holding it and staring into her face.

Monica smiled and nodded, telling her son to do it, to make her his.

Maintaining eye contact, their hot breath on each others' face, Dean thrust away, pumping in and out of Monica.

He removed her hands from his head, pinning them down. He rolled his hips, his mother's bed banging against the wall. Monica's gripped his hands as this man took her, owning her.

One of her hands slipped free and went to his face. "Yes, yes," she whispered through clenched teeth. "Cum in me again."

"Are you mine forever?" he asked, working up a sweat.

"Forever," his mother replied.

Dean moaned. His and her body's tensing up, approaching a mutual climax.

"Oh, Dean, Dean!"

"Ahhh, Mom!"

Their bodies became rigid, tight, still. They kissed one another, their open mouths covering the other while waves of pleasure washed over them and he filled her pussy to the brim with his seed.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, her fingers running through his hair.

Dean caught his breath and rolled off her, lying on his side facing her this time. Monica rolled over to face him too, caressing his face, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"I love you. So much," his mother said.

"I love you too," Dean said, smiling at his mother. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Several moments later, they were taking a nice mid-morning nap.

-8-

Dean moved, but not out of his mother's house, only out of the guest room he was in. Into her bed, their bed, he moved.

His new routine was going to work, coming home, seeing a dinner prepared. Monica, usually naked, would suck his cock while he ate. They would shower together, talk about their day or upcoming events, and then go to bed.

Every night was the same. The only difference was the position they were in. Doggy style, reverse cow-girl, missionary, 69, standing, lotus blossom, they did it all.

Since Dean was back at work fulltime, he could only accompany his mother on a few photo shoots that were closer to home on the weekends.

In one such photo shoot on the beach, Monica was kneeling before Ulysses once again, grinning at her son. When the photographer looked away, she put her hand in front of Ulysses' crotch, which was near her face, and made a hand gesture like she was sucking it. She then pointed to Dean. Ulysses saw the exchange.

"So uh, are you two in an open relationship after all? You want mine or his tonight?" Ulysses asked during a break.

"Oh crap! You saw that? I was being silly and messing with him," Monica explained.

"Ah, I see," Ulysses nodded.

"Aww," Monica hugged the muscular man, Dean watching from a few yards away.

Monica ended the hug and walked toward her son. He watched her sexy, toned frame, get closer. He couldn't believe this woman, his fitness model mom, wanted him and no one else.

"It's true," Monica said, popping Dean's cockhead out of her mouth back home that night. "You're all I want and need."

The rest of the weekend they ate and drank from each other, consuming one another, melting into one orgasmic, sweaty body.

"Marry me," Dean said on top of her, licking between her breasts, up her neck to her ears, tasting her sweat.

She grabbed his head, licking at his neck in return, then chin, then open mouth. "Absolutely," she answered before diving her tongue into his mouth, sucking his, feeling her pussy fill once again with a mixture of their sex juices.

Sunday night, Monica was resting against Dean in between sex sessions. She picked up her cell phone and called Gia.

"Hey," Monica said when Gia answered.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Good. Listen there's something I need to tell you about Dean, about who he is," Monica said.

Dean's eyes shot open with alarm. "Mom, what are you - "

She shushed him with her index finger.

"Ok sure," Gia said, waiting.

Monica waited too. She wanted to be sure there were no interruptions. Several seconds passed.

"Um, hello? Are you there, Mon?" Gia asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm here. Sorry."

"Ok, so what about him?"

"Dean is my, well, he's my," Monica smiled at her son, calming his fears. "He's my fiancé."

"Oh wow! That's awesome. Quick too!"

"Yes, well, we've actually known each other for a long time. Things have happened recently where we've decided to take it to the next level," Monica told a half-truth. Dean's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her wet slit, then rubbing her clit.

"Well congrats! That's wonderful."

"Yes. I think we'll have a wedding, but a very small one. I wanted to let you know first, since you've met him," Monica said.

"Of course. Good luck and thanks for telling me."

Dean's fingers continued working, sloshing in and out of her wet pussy now.

"How's your son doing, by the way?" Gia asked.

"Oh he's great! Really good, actually," Monica closed her eyes, her hand on top of Dean's as he slowly finger fucked her.

"Wonderful. What's his name? I don't think you've ever told me," Gia said.

Monica was heating up, her body tingling, Dean squeezing a breast with his free hand. "I, um, I gotta go. The cat is on fire."

They ended their call, Monica turned around, throwing her legs across him, climbing on top. "The cat's on fire?" Dean asked. "We don't have a cat."

"I know. But another kind of cat is on fire," his mother winked, guiding his cock inside her. "We can't legally get married. But we can and will have our own little ceremony."

"Sounds wonderful, Mom."

***

A couple months later, they were married in their back yard, at night, under a palm tree. Both were nude. They exchanged rings, telling one another they loved each other in every way.

They made love under the starry-night sky, rolling around in the grass, gradually making their way to the back door of the house. Dean picked his mother up, carried her inside, and bathed with her. She poured wine, sat on his cock, kissing and sharing a glass. Afterward, they continued in bed until dawn.

They took a honeymoon too. It was in the Bahamas, it wasn't a photo shoot for work, and neither Gia nor Ulysses were there.

The resort was an immaculate, newly renovated, vacation spot. It had its own staff and the rooms were basically villas - each having their own back courtyard with a bubbling hot tub.

When they weren't in bed, they walked along the beach, holding hands, made love in the clear ocean water, and enjoyed the wonderful restaurants at the resort - things he and Deanna could've done.

"Ohh! Yes! Yes, baby!" Monica was slamming herself up and down on Dean while holding hands.