No Monkey Business: Week 02

She interrupted my ramble with a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. "It's okay, really," she said, emphasising the last word.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really really." She said it with such earnestness that I knew she meant it, and felt myself relax. She took my hand then and we left the block together, heading back to the trail. As we walked she nudged me with her shoulder. "Maybe you'll get it in the right hole some time today, though. Hmm?" I must have looked mortified as she nudged me again. "Kidding." she said. Followed a beat later by "Kind of."

The return journey to the car seemed to take less time that the trip out, as return journeys tend to. We walked in companionable silence for the most part, and were about five minutes from the car park when something occurred to me.

"Mom?" I asked, immediately regretting starting this conversation, but morbidly curious nonetheless.

"Yes, lover?" she said, making a little flight of butterflies take a trip through my stomach.

"Uh, how did you know about that... that?" I asked, figuring she'd know what I meant.

"Oh," she said, and I glanced over to see her blushing a deep red that had little to do with the cool air or our determined pace. "When I was, you know, researching ways to get pregnant, I, uh. Well, a friend of mine. She's in Australia. She thought maybe. You know. Anonymous donations. Could be good."

Now it was my turn to "Oh." We walked in silence for a moment before I couldn't help but ask. "So did you...?"

"No," she said at once, making sure to look at me when she said it. "I got kind of crazy about all this around that time. Even put an ad on Craigslist, but then never had the nerve to see if I got any responses. I looked up online to see where people could go to, um, receive anonymous donations. But I never went to one. There's no way of knowing if the person would be clean, you know?"

I assured her that I knew, not wanting to get onto a chat about STIs right now.

"And besides," she went on, "if I did do something like that, I wanted it to be with someone I cared about. Someone I trusted. Someone I loved. You know?"

"I know," I said, with a smile. And we walked the rest of the way in silence, mom not needing to finish her sentence because I knew what she meant. Someone like me.

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After our little trip we were both worn out and even a late lunch didn't do much to revive our spirits. On any other day we might have had a lazy evening and an early night. But we both knew tonight was our last night like this. And despite our loginess the tension in the air seemed to grow and crackle like the prelude to a storm.

That's not to say we were lustily pawing at each other all afternoon. In fact aside from occasionally holding hands if we were near each other and quick little kisses whenever we passed each other, we were as chaste as we'd ever been before two weeks ago.

I helped mom with the laundry and she helped me bring my packed boxes and bags down to the living room so they'd be ready for our road trip the next morning. We watched a little bit of bad television together. We read side by side on the couch. We drank tea and made fun of one another and knew that everything was right in the world, because we had each other. It was a beautifully dull afternoon. As the evening chill approached mom swapped her strappy tank top and scandalous skirt for one of her bulky jumpers and her pyjama bottoms and still I struggled to keep my eyes off her.

Dinner time sneaked up on us and mom sorted out the food while I laid the table and got us glasses of water. Maybe you'd expect us to be all dressed up, making big eyes at each other over wine and candles on this, our last night. But really we were just relishing being what we'd always been: a mother and her son. And we'd never been a mother and son who had candlelit date nights, so we didn't now. Instead we made affectionate jokes about Brutus and Mr Caesar, we told each other what we loved and hated about the books we were each reading, we pondered which highway to take when mom drove me to college the next day. And yes we made little innuendos and flirtatious comments, but they were just a part of us now like the jokes and the books and the planning, they weren't all we had.

After dinner I washed up while mom dried, and then we did not have vigorous sex there in the kitchen. There's no right or wrong when it comes to what people enjoy, but if you enjoy getting jiggy with it on a full stomach then you're wrong. There, I said it.

Instead we crashed on the couch, channel surfing until we found a familiar sci-fi film. It was about half way through its run time but I recognized most of the characters, though not the actual events on screen.

"I think I've seen the start of this film," I said. "But never the end."

Mom nodded. "I've seen the end, but never known how it begins."

We stared at each other, mirroring smiles appearing on our faces.

"Snap!" I said as she said "Jinx!"

We both frowned. "Polo?" I tried. Mom shook her head. "I don't think there's a word for this," I concluded.

Mom snuggled up against me. "What about... you complete me," she said.

"Mmm, that'll do," I said, stroking her hair. "That'll do."

There was a moment of silence as we enjoyed the moment of tenderness. And then mom oinked.

We both snorted with laughter before I hushed her. "Let's watch the film, Babe."

"Whatever you want, snuggle bunny," she said, before bursting into a fit of giggles. And so we went on. I never did pay attention to the end of the film. And I never did care.

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About an hour later, after a conversational voyage almost as convoluted as your average trip to Wikipedia, mom was in the middle of a giggly explanation of who Zefram Cochrane was (not to be confused with cock rain, she informed me blushing, which was something she got a little of in her mouth earlier). Amongst all that we realized the end credits of the film were running.

"Huh, how'd it end?" I asked.

"Zorax was actually that guy's sister so became queen of the ninth fleet and ended the war," mom explained.

"Ahh," I said, nodding with comprehension. "Who was Zorax?"

Mom burst out laughing, then grabbed the remote and flicked off the television. "Right," she said, looking as close to serious as she had for the past few hours. "I'm going to bed."

"Okay," I said, captivated by the ghost of a smile tickling her mouth.

"It's bedtime after all," she went on. It was a bit early for bed, truth be told. But I was willing to see where this was going. "But... before I sleep. Wanna do me a favor?"

I grinned, then tried to look serious, and mostly failed. "For you mom, anything," I said, and that did sound serious.

Mom looked like she was fit to burst with happiness, but tempered it down and took my hand instead, and we headed up to her room.

I flicked her light on as soon as we were in, not wanting to miss anything. We didn't say anything this time. Not needing the script. Mom stripped off her pyjama bottoms, socks, and panties, while I slipped out of my lounge pants, boxers and socks. We stood there for a second, just in our tops, and admiring one another. Then mom grabbed the lube from her drawer before perching on the edge of the bed, and I went to stand in front of her. She squeezed a bit of lube from the bottle into her hand, then held it up to me, smiling shyly as I saw the bottle was close to empty.

Her hand gently stroked my cock then, smearing the lubrication all over it, and the rapt attention of her eyes fed my erection almost as much as her hand did. A few minutes was all it took to bring me to full hardness, and she wiped the last bit of lube from her fingers around her entrance. She then looked up at me, the most vulnerable look on her face that I'd seen since she first sat me down in this room and took the greatest risk imaginable, asking me for my help to get her pregnant.

I wanted to say something, to let her know that everything was alright and was going to be alright. But she spoke first, in a quiet voice, with her face down but her eyes up, "Are you close?"

My heart sank a little bit, and her eyes turned down as she saw the answer in my irritated expression.

Why? Why did she do this every time? She knew I wanted to love her properly, to be inside her for longer than a few fleeting moments as I came. But we had an arrangement, an agreement. We had The Rules. Until I was close I couldn't be inside her. She'd said it herself: I couldn't fuck her until I said I was close. It didn't matter if I wanted it. Or if she wanted it. We two adults who loved one another so much. It didn't matter. And yet she kept on asking when she knew I wouldn't be close. Knowing. Knowing that I wasn't close. Knowing that if I said yes we could fuck. Asking me every time. And knowing.

Fuck. I am an idiot.

"Mom," I said, almost too quietly to hear. I waited for her to lift her eyes to mine. "I'm close," I said.

For a moment nothing happened, her eyes looking at me yet almost not seeing me. And then her whole face turned upwards towards me, lighting up like a sunrise, and just as beautiful. Her smile was a promise that everything was okay, and that I was loved.

"Well," she said, then cleared her throat. "It's about time." She could not even pretend to be serious as she spoke, and I couldn't go a second longer without being near her. I pushed her back onto the bed by her shoulders, dropping down over her as she fell and sealing my lips to hers. We kissed a kiss full of passion and glee as she moaned then smiled against my lips, her hands tangling in my hair the whole while.

Now that we knew we were going to have each other properly, a little bit of the urgency faded away. We made out and kissed each others faces and were generally just horribly sappy for quite a while. Not that my cock went down during all this. Kissing mom was a bottomless source or arousal, and besides that our position left my cock rubbing around mom's thighs and, every now and then, brushing past her pussy.

It'd be romantic to say we just kissed all night and never actually escalated things beyond that and that it's the destination and not the journey and that the Tinman had a heart all along. But, well we're not that romantic. Which is to say that mom broke first.

"Mmm," she moaned against my lips after somewhere between minutes and eternity spent kissing. I could feel one of her hands snaking down between us until her fingertips found my cock, and she cooed to find it still hard. "I think you'd better get this thing inside of me. You know, what with you being close and everything."

"Whatever you say, mom," I said, lining myself up.

"That's right, listen to your muhhh," said mom. Guess the moment when I pushed forward into her.

I rocked my hips back and forth slowly, savoring the feel of mom rather than savoring my imminent orgasm. I took my time, not rushing to force as much of myself into her as fast as possible. Ten thrusts passed, fifty, a hundred, I neither knew nor cared how many. I was not the only one enjoying it. Mom's expression changed but the amount of sheer bliss it conveyed never did. It was her face that drove me on more than anything else, my wish to see just how much joy I could bring her turning my long, slow strokes into ever more powerful thrusts. She gasped as my speed increased and dug her fingers into my back, rocking her hips to egg me on, then tapped me frantically. "Wait, wait," she said, and I slowed right down.

"Everything okay?" I said.

Her eyes went wide and she gave me an almost comically big nod. "Oh yes. But I think I should roll over. So you can do me from behind. I've heard my chances of conceiving go up that way."

"Huh, I think I've heard that too," I said.

"It's because of," she began.

"Evolution, yeah," I finished for her, nodding scientifically. With a grin we disentangled and she span around beneath me onto her front. Her ass rocked side to side in the aftermath of the maneuver, momentarily distracting me, before mom waggled her behind at me.

"In your own time," she said, and I decided now was my time and plunged back into her.

Encouraged by the ever shifting reactions of her ass, my pace picked up as I thrust over and over into mom. If anything her ass was a little too arousing and every few strokes I would push extra hard into mom, holding myself there for a few seconds while she grabbed at the bedsheets for moral support.

I may have been just a bit overzealous at times, and slowly but surely I realized that I'd pushed mom several inches forward onto the bed. Not a lot, but enough to make my position ever more awkward and rob both of us of the feeling of my cock filling her as much as it could.

Mom, despite sounding close to getting lost in an orgasm, had the presence of mind to tell what was going on. "Hang on a minute there, stud," she said, pulling herself forward and off me and crawling forward a little bit further onto the bed, making a hard turn on the way so that she was now facing the headboard while I stood at the side, affording me a precious view of her from the side as she waited on her hands and knees.

She didn't have to wait long, as I crawled onto the bed, getting behind her on my own knees.

"Go for it," she said, even as I lined my cock up with her entrance and pushed forward. She pushed back simultaneously, bringing us together with a crack and leaving me deeper inside her than I'd been so far tonight.

Neither of us was in the mood for introspection, though, and I grabbed mom by the hips before pounding into her. Mom cried out, lowering her upper body down and grabbing a pillow to stifle her cries in, presumably worried about the neighbors. One of her hands shot out and started frantically tapping at the bed beside her like a wrestling referee counting someone out. Except mom got well past three before her fingers dug into the sheets and she raised her head. "Oh fu- cumming!" she all but screamed. So screw the neighbors, I guess.

I didn't let up even as mom shook her way through her orgasm. Part of me thought mom looked like she needed a break as she squirmed, while the rest of me thought she looked so damned arousing that I couldn't help but keep fucking her.

Mom seemed to fall somewhere between these two camps, pushing herself back against me as her orgasm began in order to get as much from it as she could, but by the end she crawled forward away from me, muttering "Too much" to herself as she went. There wasn't far for her to go, as she almost immediately reached the head of the bed, though once there she kept going, her hands walking up the wall as her knees kept shuffling forward until she was knelt on her pillows, her body heaving against the wall.

I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her just holding her for a second. She tilted her head back against me and we stayed like that as she got her breath back. My hands may have wandered, true, sliding from her hips up to her waist then back down again. As they tried to go higher mom's jumper got in the way and a profound question came to me.

"Why are you still wearing this?" I asked, tugging the bottom of her jumper.

Mom didn't answer with words, but did pull her jumper up and off, tossing it from the bed.

"Dunno what you're talking about," she said, as my hands roamed over her exposed stomach and up to her bra and then back again.

This was enough of a break for mom, apparently, as without warning she pushed herself backwards. She had a hold of the headboard when she did this so didn't go very far. I, knelt right behind her and fondling her ass at the time, had no such support, and went sprawling onto my back. Once I was down mom shuffled backwards on her knees until she was hovering over my cock. It was definitely ready to continue, but mom helpfully reached down to give it a few strokes anyway before sinking her body down and letting gravity guide her all the way onto it. We groaned in unison, then both laughed at our unintentional harmony, but then mom started thrusting her ass up and down and I was lost in the sight and feeling of what she was doing to me. "Feels so good," I gasped as mom stopped bouncing on me and changed to rolling her hips, arching her back on each back stroke.

In fact it was starting to feel a little too good and I sat upright to wrap my arms around mom and hold her still for a moment. I knew the night would end at some point but I didn't want to rush it either.

Mom reached back to stroke my hair and then I fell backwards onto my back again, bringing mom with me this time to lay on top of me, my front to her back. My cock slipped from her as we fell, but neither of us really cared, laughs and kisses filling the room as I ran my hands over her and she wiggled on top of me.

It was playful, and fun, but far from innocent, and it didn't take long for me to miss being inside her. Without warning I rolled mom off me to the side and onto her front. She squealed in delight as she went, then raised up her ass as I rolled on top of her. It took the two of us a little bit of coordination to line my cock up with her entrance, but once I managed to slide it in we both gasped with pleasure. Mom just lay there unmoving, letting me use her for the time being, and I thrust my hips with abandon, the feel of my groin bouncing on her ass driving me on. Mom's immobility was not through lack of enjoyment though, and after a few minutes she made her hands into fists and beat out a little drum solo on the bed in front of her. "Oh fucking god," she groaned, her voice shaking as I bounced into her, "you're going to make me cum." I thrust harder hearing that, more eager to make mom climax than I'd ever been for my own. "No wait!" she cried before she got there, and I froze, worried I'd hurt her. "Let me turn round," she said desperately, "I want to see you."

I lifted myself up far enough that I slipped out of her and she could spin around underneath me, then sank back down again. She reached between us to ensure my cock ended up back inside her, and then I picked up where we'd left off. Her orgasm did too, clearly, and within seconds her body tensed up and she squeaked, before grabbing my head and forcing my lips down to meet hers. Not that I took much forcing these days.

The kiss deepened and slowed as mom's orgasm loosened its grip on her, and we just lay there gently playing with each others lips. I was still inside her, but for the moment that was almost incidental.

At one point one of mom's soft moans against my lips came out slightly more contemplative. "Hmm?" I hummed back against her, making her smile. She then tugged on the t-shirt I still had on.

"Why are you still wearing this?" she asked. To which there was no good answer. I lifted myself up and out of mom, then sat back to take off my top. Mom shuffled off the bed as I did so, standing beside it and then crooking her finger at me in a come here gesture once my top was off. I went to join her, opening my arms to her as I approached only for her to turn at the last second. I held her like that, her stood facing her dressing table and me stood behind her, holding her close with our bodies pressed together. I kept my lips busy on her shoulder as she writhed against me, my cock being trapped between us and lying upwards along her ass cheeks. She knew how to move and gyrate her hips to achieve maximum levels of tease, and soon my cock was oozing precum over her and my hands were squeezing her tits roughly through her bra. I wished that mom had a mirror on her dressing table so I could see as much of her as possible, but her only mirror was in her bathroom and I was way too horny to maneuver us through to there. Instead I put my hand on her upper back and bent her forward until she was leaning over her dressing table. She stuck out her ass in a gesture that was impossible to misread, and I crouched just low enough to find the entrance to her pussy again and slide back in.