Home for a Funeral

John returned home for his father's funeral. John had been away at school for about 3 months when he heard the news of his father's death from his mother. His father had died from an unexpected heart attack at the age of just 52. John returned home and was immediately hugged by his mother as soon as he walked into the front door.

John was 22, and his mother was 47; she looked very good for age though. John offered to make dinner and his mother tearfully accepted the offer. While making dinner, they discussed how the funeral would go and then talked about fond memories of times before.

John made a very delicious meal to his mother's surprise. Sitting at the table in silence, John's mother began to cry. John got up and began to attempt to comfort his mother, motioning for her to get from the table. As soon as she got up from the table, John embraced her. She seemed shocked at first, but then embraced him back.

After collecting herself, John's mother suggested that they should watch a movie. John seemed to like the idea, and even mentioned watching a movie that was his dad's all time favorite.

After popping in a cheesy 80s movie, John's mother suggested that they should sit together and cuddle up, but she tried to think of another term than cuddle to make John more comfortable.

About halfway through the movie, John couldn't help but think about how his mother was rather attractive. He couldn't believe that he was thinking those kinds of thoughts. His mother did have her ass against his crotch, but he really didn't think about it until just then. He also had an arm holding her close to him.

John was able to suppress his incestuous thoughts by focusing on the movie until it was over. It was pretty late and they decided to go to bed, they had an emotional day ahead of them with the funeral. They walked up the stairs together, his mother in front of him. John couldn't help but stare at her ass, he never realized how good it actually looked until now.

After saying good night to each other, John made his way to his room, and his mother to her room. John fell back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't stop thinking about his mother's ass or how she had it pressed up against his crotch during the movie. He tried to once again suppress his thoughts and got ready for bed.

John woke up before his mother did, he knew the day was going to be hard for them, but especially for her. About halfway through making some breakfast, his mother came down, wearing a short robe.

She greeted John with a smile and a small peck on his cheek.

John served breakfast and they both ate mostly in silence until it was time to get ready for the funeral. John showered quickly and got dressed in the suit he had taken home with him. His mother also had showered and slipped into a black dress.

During the funeral service, his mother did not hold back her tears. John held her close to him as many friends and family came to express their condolences. Even John, who was saddened not by the death of his father, but by how sad his mother was, began to cry.

The service came to an end and John and his mother made their way back home. John's mother remained pretty quiet during the car ride and when they got home. John offered to make her something to eat, but she politely declined. She went upstairs to her room to take a nap.

John decided to check on her after a little while. She was lying on the bed, still in her black dress. John leaned down close to his mother and rubbed her shoulder to wake her up. She gave him a faint smile and asked him to lay with her.

John was initially reluctant, but he laid down on the bed, next to his mother. He could smell her perfume as he spooned her. She didn't think much about how her son was spooning with her. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed John. His hand was on the lower end of her leg, but he slowly moved it up towards the bottom of her dress.

John's mother turned to him and looked him in the eyes. She admitted that what she was about to do was wrong but it wouldn't define who she was. Without further hesitation, she kissed John. He kissed her back, giving in to the feelings he tried to suppress.

They began to make out passionately, alternating between kissing and sucking on each other's neck. John placed his hands on her clothed breasts as he kissed her. She stopped for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to continue. They both once again locked eyes, and it almost seemed like they were reading each other's minds.

She laid on her back, lifted her ass slightly off the bed, and pulled the bottom of her dress above her waist. Her black panties were now revealed to John. His thoughts raced through his head, almost like wondering what to do next. Without hesitation, he put his hand on top of the panties before going under. John's mother was beginning to get wet from the sexual excitement unfolding.

John placed 2 fingers in the outer wall of her vagina. She moaned with pleasure as her son fingered her vagina. Knowing that she wanted more than just fingers, she grabbed his hand and motioned for him to stop. John had changed from the suit he wore to more comfortable clothing; and his mother tugged at the waistband of his shorts.

Sitting up in the bed, she removed the dress and threw it on the floor. A matching black bra was now revealed. John pulled down his shorts to reveal his boxers. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall. She laid back down on the bed and motioned John that she was ready.

John removed his boxers, and his dick sprang free. He moved to his mother as she lifted her legs so he could slip off her panties. With her legs still in the air, he moved in and slipped the head of his dick in her vagina until he slid all the way in. They both let out a moan of pleasure from the sexual ecstasy. He began to moan her name as mom as he thrusted. She told him to call her by her first name, which was Joyce.

Joyce was getting the vaginal massage that she didn't know she desired for so long. John leaned down to kiss Joyce while he thrusted faster and faster. She felt so tight and warm. Her vagina felt like it was gripping his dick tighter and tighter. She suddenly began to shake as the sexual sensation shot down her spine and then she orgasmed. The convulsions of her orgasm sent John over the edge as he came inside Joyce.

Lying together after, John knew that his relationship with his mother was going to be different. She was no longer mom, she was Joyce.

The End.