The Bucket List

*

As always, work Sunday morning saw me away and our paths hadn't crossed since the night before. I arrived home after lunch to a quiet house and was surprised to not find Mom working in the garden, nor her presence in the kitchen or living room. It was only after I'd passed her vacant bedroom did I ascertain where she was, her voice indicating her location.

"Is that you Honey?" Her admittedly tentative call came from within the bathroom, and I stopped my journey back down the hallway to stand outside the closed door to answer.

"Yeah, just got home," I replied, my overactive incestuously fixated mind imagining her seated on the toilet, panties down to her knees.

"Ok... um," she added after pausing, before I heard the surprising sound of water sloshing in the bathtub. "Baby, can you come in here for a second?" She questioned and I straightened where I stood, more than a little shocked at her request.

"What!?" I managed, momentarily wondering if this was just one of the many dreams I'd had about her over the years.

"I just want you to... I did some... Oh, just come in Gabe," she demanded and dutiful son that I was, followed her wishes, turning the knob and entering the bathroom.

The air was as warm as it was steamy, and the mirror and windows fogged up accordingly, but they weren't where my eyes lingered, focusing directly upon the head and shoulders of my mother above the copious bubbles in the bath.

"Can you turn the fan on for me Darling," Mom immediately requested and for a dreadful moment, I thought that was the extent of my summoning, but as I flipped the switch, she continued. "It was getting too hot in here," she noted as the air began to clear, and awaiting further instruction should it come, I followed her eyes as they left mine and panned down to the surface of the water, her naked body beneath the concealing layer of bubbles. "I just wanted to..." she paused. "To let you know I..." Again, her gaze met mine and her internal struggle with whatever she wanted to admit was obvious in her eyes. "...about my bucket list," she managed.

"Oh, hey, Mom. You've already thanked me," I waved a hand in dismissal, pausing. "...If that's what this is about?"

"Oh... Yes," she quickly agreed. "That was it. That's all. I just wanted to thank you again for last night. It was a beautiful evening," she once more tore her eyes from me and looked at the water.

"Cool, yeah. It was fun," I nodded. "Sooo, if that's it, I'll..." I pointed back at the door, following my gesture by turning my back on her and taking hold of the handle.

"Actually, no Darling!" Mom called from behind me, the sound of water splashing accompanying her voice and I turned back to see her rising from the bathtub. "That wasn't all," she stated, now in no more than a whisper. "I wanted to show you what I've done!"

My breath stolen, I took in her naked body. Yes, I'd seen it before. But then in compromising situations, relative darkness or through transparent clothing. This was unfettered, complicit. And as the soapy foam slid down her body with the dripping water, leaving her skin glistening... absolute.

"I shaved it!" She proudly declared, and given license, nay forced to look at her groin, I devoured the beauty of her now clearly hairless pubic mound, the tantalizing slit of exposed labia. In somewhat of an effort to retain her modesty, I watched as she lifted her hands to cup and conceal her breasts, but it did nothing to lessen the beauty of her appearance, possibly accentuated.

I couldn't speak. I struggled to swallow, and it was Mom that broke the silence.

"For the bucket list," she explained. "I think I told you I'd never..."

"Yeah... I remember," I breathed, watching her eyes pan down to look at her bald mound.

"I just wanted to... I mean it's probably not very appropriate, but I did tell you about it, so I wanted to show... someone. To prove it. Oh, it's silly, isn't it?"

I could see she was becoming embarrassed and my inability to verbalize more than a few words clearly hadn't helped.

"No!" I gasped. "I'm glad you did, you know... show me. I mean it looks... it looks great," I complimented, and her eyes found me, a shy smile developing on her lips.

"Do you think?" Her face noticeably brightened.

"Oh yeah," I sighed and felt my cock find a more comfortable position for its growing stature. "Do you... like it?" I questioned her and she allowed herself to giggle.

"Well, it's a change," she lifted a foot from the water and made to step out of the bath. "Can you pass me the towel Honey?" she asked, and I closed the door behind me, figuring my stay was surely going to be extended.

My eyes temporarily taken from her, when I turned back, she was completely out of the bath, standing on the mat.

"I have to say," she smiled, looking me in the eye as I approached with the towel. "It does feel different." I held the towel out in offering and to my surprise she balked, instead continuing as I stopped before her. "It's so smooth to the touch," she paused as she abandoned her half-hearted effort at hiding her boobs, dropping her hands to her sides. "Would you... I mean, if you want, you can..."

It was beginning. Finally! It should've happened days before considering how our relationship had developed. But regardless, it was now at long last, real. No other explanation warranted contemplation. The line was about to be crossed. Without pause, I lowered the towel and with my eyes slowly dropping from hers, watched my left hand reach out to bridge the distance between us. So gently I pressed my palm against her belly, feeling the heat of her still-damp skin as it traveled downwards. The firmness of her pubic bone beneath my touch, the smoothness of her perfectly shaved thatch, and the softness of her uppermost labia

"You're right," I raised my eyes to hers, finding them dreamy, eyelids heavy, as her lips slightly parted with an intake of air. "It is smooth," I agreed, and allowed my fingertips to delve lower, her thighs parting to enable their exploration. "C... Can I?" I pleaded in barely more than a whisper and Mom allowed her head to loll back as she let out a sigh.

"God yes," she breathed as I slid my fingers between her legs, her pussy slippery, welcoming the tease of my middle finger as it pressed the length of her slit. "In... Inside Gabe," she managed, and I dropped the towel, reaching behind to press her back and pull her into me as I bent my finger up, easily entering her body.

Her mouth was upon mine as her naked body enveloped me. Her tongue was as hot as the inside of her velvety sex. "This is beautiful," Mom hissed between my lips, and I wiggled my finger vigorously in response, the palm of my hand cupping the flow of her excess lubricant.

"You're beautiful," I praised her, kissing her, sucking on her tongue as it writhed against mine. Her hands caressing my body, she made her way down the front of my shirt and venturing onto my pants found my cock tenting my chinos.

"You're so hard!" she exhaled, immediately seeking my fly and unzipping, her small hand expertly extracting the prize. Even I was impressed by my size as she drew me from my pants, my hand on her back going lower to squeeze a buttock, tentatively delving between her cheeks. Again, she sought my mouth as her fingers gripped my pole, kissing me passionately as only a mother can whilst beginning to jerk my length.

I'd managed to surreptitiously find her asshole amid the distraction and discovering it well-lubed with mommy juice, dabbed the point of my index finger against her rubbery entrance, tentatively venturing my desire.

"I want it!" Mom's mouth came from mine, her eyes fixing upon my gaze as she furiously stroked my cock and I took it as consent, my finger immediately penetrating her tightest of holes. "Ugh," her mouth once more dropped open as I finger fucked her front and back and she dropped her head again to focus on my dick, the bulbous head purple as her vice-like grip went to work.

A finger in her ass. Another in her pussy. I wiggled both as I caught our reflection in the now fog-free mirror, the image so extraordinary, a fantasy come to life. My naked mother hugged against my body, her hips slowly gyrating with legs slightly bowed, the muscles in her arm flexed as she jerked me off.

"Tell me this is real," Mom sighed, kisses upon my neck, my jaw, and my lips. I looked back at her from the reflection, dropping my eyes to her pumping hand, pre-cum leaking profusely across her knuckles and I realized it was all too 'real,' my release so close.

"It's real Mom," I managed, breathing in deep to stave off my orgasm, the divine scent of pussy filling my nostrils. It was too much. The alluring smell, no secondhand panties this! The sensations, fingers inside her body, her hand around my cock. And the sight. Her complete nudity, the shaved sex, her mouth, open with tongue extended to seek mine. I came!

Unintended but not unexpected. Was it the quickest ejaculation of my life? Possibly. Mom was taken by surprise, gasping as my eruption hit her.

"Oh my god!" She excitedly squealed as the geyser of cum sprayed her belly. Jet after jet of molten jizz painted her torso from boobs to thighs, her still beating hand guiding me to shower her bald mound, christening her exposed labia with her son's loving seed.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I stammered panting, easing my hand from her pussy as my own cum trickled down into my palm.

"Oh Baby," Mom smiled mischievously. "Don't be silly," she looked down at the mess I'd created, her freshly cleaned body now painted with semen. "I love it," she admitted, slowly sliding her hand from my cock, squeezing out the last of my gift before raising her fingers to her lips. "It's what I've wanted for so long," she declared, and I watched enthralled as she licked cum from her knuckles, sucking her fingers one by one.

I expected to wake up at any second. To find myself in bed and slowly coming to the realization it was all a dream. But the moment never came. Speechless, I watched Mom notice my own cum covered hand and bring it to her mouth, her lips wrapping first around the fingers still wet from her pussy, licking her way to suck up more of my incestuous benefaction, greedily swallowing.

"I love you!" I spontaneously admitted and she giggled at my confession.

"I know you do Honey," she smiled and squeezed her sphincter around my embedded finger, almost forgotten lodged so comfortably in her ass. "Now," she looked down at my still rock-hard cock before clutching at the front of my shirt, "what say you get out of these clothes... and I'll come find you in your bedroom when I've cleaned up a little?" As if on cue with my hypnotic nod of affirmation, her asshole relaxed around the second knuckle of my finger, and I eased it from her body.

"My room?" I reaffirmed.

"Your room!" she beamed, and I kept my eyes on her as I backed from the bathroom.

*

Stupid thoughts went through my head. In the mere minutes I had to wait, anxiety and doubt crept into my bedroom. Naked and with a hard-on I'd have been proud to take photos of I climbed into my bed, but laying upon my pillow in anticipation of what was to come, fear swept over me along with the sheets. What if she'd changed her mind? What if, when left alone, the reality of what we'd done had struck her? I mean it was immoral, wasn't it? Possibly illegal? What if she couldn't face me out of shame?

I shouldn't have worried. Seconds later my open doorway was filled with the sight of the most beautiful woman on Earth. Now dried and cum free, still naked, the only change, was make-up hastily applied to her face in the form of lipstick and eyeliner. She hurried to the bed as I drew back the covers and giggled as she jumped in beside me, a childlike playfulness that swelled my heart and forced me to once more outpour my overwhelming feeling.

"I love you so much," I repeated as I wrapped my arms around her, our naked bodies pressing fully against each other from top to toe.

"Then make love to me Gabe," she whispered between my lips, her tongue following as I ran my hands over her skin, still hot from the bath. "Fuck me like a good son should."

The kiss that followed was the best of my life. Wet, passionate, full of lust and love. Her body under my probing and caressing hands was an unexplored wonderland, a tactile experience I'd never tire of. Which made the fact I'd lost my erection all the more frustrating.

"What is it?" Mom sighed into my ear as she ground her slick labia along my flaccid length.

"Nothing... I don't know..."

"It's alright Baby," she again kissed my mouth, motherly, understanding. "There's no rush."

"I'm sorry," I exhaled, annoyed at myself. "You turn me on!" I declared, quick to reassure it was me, not her.

"I know," she again giggled. "I've always known!"

"What?" I drew my head back in the pillow to look into her eyes.

"Oh Honey..." she continued to smear her dripping pussy all over my groin. "A mother knows these things."

I didn't push it any further, feeling the heat rising in my face at the thought she knew about my panty-sniffing habit.

"Maybe we could just talk a minute?" I posited and she nestled her head into my neck, her body into my side.

"We can talk... we can fuck... we can do anything you want," she kissed my neck and I laughed at her words and the goosebumps that accompanied her touch. "What?" she asked.

"You. This," I said. "How are we here?"

"Well, I think we have your bucket list idea to thank, don't we?" she posited.

"Really?" I questioned. "Didn't this start with you walking around the house essentially naked?" I laughed.

"I didn't hear any complaints," Mom chuckled into my neck. "But really, I love it. I love the idea of doing the bucket list. I've even ticked off some more," she cryptically confessed.

"What?" I probed and again she giggled.

"I mean, there's this," she stated, running her hand down my chest to, unfortunately, find my dick still soft. "It's brought us here."

"This was on your list?" I questioned, amazed at her candor. "And what else?" I encouraged and once more she laughed.

"You won't think me weird?"

"Never," I assured her, desperate to hear her confessions.

"I'd always wanted to pee in front of someone!" she declared, and I could see her blush. "Not that I really remember much of it."

I thought of her on the street that night, her dress raised and the piss streaming from her body and I felt a stirring in my groin.

"Then maybe you can do it again sometime?" I posed and her eyes met mine.

"You'd want to see that!?" She seemed surprised and I kissed her.

"I'd love it," I admitted, and seemingly content, she once more lay her head against mine on the pillow.

"I've got more," she cautiously admitted after a moment's silence. "More things I want to do."

"I'd hoped so," I said. "You know, there's something I wouldn't mind doing," I tentatively raised, and Mom shifted, lifting her head once more.

"Oh yeah?" She questioned.

"I wonder... could we... I mean it might help," I inferred my soft cock.

"Anything," Mom whispered, and I drew her face toward me to whisper in her ear.

"I'd love for you to sit on my face, Mom," I divulged and heard her now familiar chuckle.

"Oh Baby," she was quick to begin to move. "I can take care of that immediately."

As one of my longtime nighttime fantasies was made flesh, my naked mother turned her body on the bed, and with her legs up on the pillow, as I shuffled down on the mattress, her ass descended upon my face.

"How's that Darling?" she asked as my nose pressed deep within her butt crack, her slick pussy coming down on my awaiting mouth.

"Mmmph," I managed to vocalize before pushing my tongue up against her slit.

"I'll take that to mean it's satisfactory," she giggled as I attempted to lick her, her near-full weight upon my face making it especially challenging but nonetheless enjoyable. "It's certainly comfortable for me," she admitted, sighing. "Yes. I think I'll sit here more often if it's ok with you!?"

I again managed a grunt as she began grinding her pussy upon my face, my extended tongue entering her vagina, deep; licking her asshole, and teasing what I hoped was her clit. I felt the sheet thrown off my thighs and her hands slide their way down my sides to my groin before the softness of her breasts pressed upon my belly. I knew what would come next, but when her lips wrapped tenderly around my semi-erect penis, I was almost overwhelmed by the moment. No matter what anyone says, there is no better feeling in the world than having your cock harden inside your mother's mouth. The warmth, the moisture, the love, unmatched by any other touch. My anxiety-fueled brush with impotence a long-forgotten memory, I felt myself swelling upon her tongue, pushing my hips up into her as I wrapped an arm around her lower back, pulling her ass down further into my face, smothering, drowning myself in mom juice.

"Mmmrgh," it was now Mom's turn to groan/gag as I felt the back of her throat, my now fully erect penis welcomed deep in her mouth, slick with saliva, dripping around my balls. I was doing my best to eat her out, but her grinding prevented any consistent focus on one area, my face smeared with cunt from chin to forehead. It could've lasted forever, the taste, the feeling, the pleasure of her mouth around my cock. But Mom had other ideas. "Oh, fuck this," she gasped as I felt her lips pop from the head. Her ass lifted from my face as she climbed off her throne, a foot almost kicking my temple in her haste to change positions, the action causing us both to laugh. "I need you inside me!" she explained the sudden shift and once more I accepted her body upon me, my dick effortlessly seeking her pussy, the penetration so perfect, so incestuous, so right.

"Oh God," Mom moaned as her vagina accepted my length, her hairless pubic bone meeting mine. "It feels so good Baby," she leaned forward to press her breasts upon my chest, her mouth descending, lips and tongue eager to taste herself upon me.

"I feel like I'm dreaming," I gasped into her mouth.

"Then we've shared the same dreams, Honey," she kissed me as she spoke, sucking and biting my tongue. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Serious?" I ran my hands down her back to clasp each buttock, squeezing her flesh. "Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned and she snickered between my lips.

"And I just come out...." she paused, sighing as I thrust myself up into her, burying my cock deep. "...and tell you I think we should have sex!?" she highlighted the foolishness of my question.

"Yeah, ok, I'll give you that one," I whispered as I straightened her legs on either side of my hips and taking hold of her body, rolled her onto her back. "But you said you knew how I felt," I kissed her jaw and neck as we continued to fuck in missionary position. "You could've hinted you felt the same," I suggested and she laughed.

"Oh Baby, I always have!" She gasped as I clutched at a breast, massaging her erect nipple. "I've been trying to let you know for years," she admitted. "The things I've done..." She trailed off as I increased my rate of penetration and much like a life flashing before one's eyes, images of her behavior and clothing ran through my mind. All the 'accidental' panty glimpses; the tightest of leggings, smallest of shorts, and shortest of skirts; Aunt Krista's scandalous fortieth birthday party; her near naked fashion parades; drunkenly exposing herself; pissing in the street.

"I should've known," I fell upon her mouth, kissing my affection, my regret. "I'm sorry," I hammered my cock inside her body. "I love you."

"Again," she whimpered.

"I love you," I cupped a hand beneath her ass, pulling her into every thrust.

"Agai..."

"I love you. I love you," I panted, my dick concrete, my abs aching, my groin slapping her inner thighs. "I love you, Mom!" I declared and I felt her body shudder, the walls of her pussy quivering around my cock. Sucking my tongue into her mouth, my mother came with me inside her, the lube of her already slick pussy increasing, squelching with every loving thrust.