The Summer I Got To Know Mom

"Honey," she said at last, "I don't think I've ever had a nicer candlelit dinner ever. Thank you."

I blushed, "Thanks mom. I just wanted to do something special for you. To show I really appreciate everything you've done. I'm glad you liked it. Why don't you go get comfortable, I'll wash up."

"Nonsense! I'll get these, you've done enough dear."

I shook my head, already picking up the plates. "I got it! I already started them anyway. Dad always taught me that a good cook should clean as they go."

This seemed to make her frown a little. "Your Dad...certainly raised a fine young man. It's really been wonderful having you here. It's been nice...getting to know you better. I love you honey."

"I love you too mom." I said. I love every part of you, I thought. I felt so dirty at that moment. I didn't care. In fact, I liked it.

She headed upstairs and I finished up the last of the dishes. When she came back down, she was in her purple baby-doll nightie and a pair of pink low-rise boy shorts with a lace trims. "You want your foot rub now Mom?" I asked, hoping to sound confident, like a charmer.

She grinned, "You are spoiling me little boy...of course I do. But you go get comfy first. I'll be on the couch." I started to walk towards the stairs, and then thought better of it. Why bother going to my room? It was silly. Instead, I just started pulling off my shirt. I headed down the hall to the small laundry room and dropped my shirt and jeans into the hamper. I came back into the living room in my boxers.

The TV was on. She had lain herself down beside me, resting her head on the armrest, bare legs crossed neatly. I walked around the couch with her other side. She lifted her legs primly upwards to let me slide down beneath her. She settled her feet over lap, sliding deliberately and smoothly over my junk as she did. I fidgeted a little, but decided to make no effort to hide my hardon. I took her foot and began to work at it. The arches, the heels, the balls, I rubbed them with more vigor than I had before. She signed long and deep.

"Feels so nice," she whispered. I massaged her feet for a few minutes more, and then began to work her calves. Kneading her tense muscles with earnest determination. My fingers crept up her skin, from ankle to knee.

"Jason?" Mom said softly.

"Yes Mom?" My fingers, shaking just a little bit, crept up over her knee to her thigh.

"I was wondering something...what were you thinking...while you were watching Howard fuck me yesterday?"

I froze up. I looked up from her leg to her face. She was smiling a little, and raised her eyebrows. I squirmed again. I looked back down and started massaging her thigh again. She spread her legs a little, and bent her leg, so that her foot was flat against my crotch. "I don't know what you mean." I answered coolly.

"I think we can stop being coy son. I know you were watching. I saw you. What were you thinking?"

My hands slid the entire why up her thigh, then back down. I moved on to the other. "I was watching your face...listening as you moaned...I was thinking about him...his..."

"Cock?"

"Yeah...I thinking of it plowing into you. In... and out. Mom...it was so hot. How was it for you?"

She cooed as my hands pushed back up her leg, 'til my hand rested right at the base of her underwear. "Mmmm... It felt so nice. Howard has such a big cock. I love feeling it spear me... I've been so fucking horny lately...mmm knowing you were watching was so, so sexy Jason."

"You like it doggy style?"

"Yes...but there was a reason I wanted him to take me like that yesterday...on my knees, with him behind me, I could imagine it was someone else fucking me."

I swallowed hard. My cock was rigid now, and she was gently rubbing it with her foot. "Who?"

"Oh honey..." she said, and rather than say anything else, she stroked my arm, took hold of my wrist and place it over her Panties. I could feel the warm cleft beneath the soft lace. My hand pushed against the fabric. She gasped and my fingers rubbed up and down. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and pushed my hand under her underwear. She was hot and wet beneath and my fingers pet her soft lips, my palm rested on the downy fuzz of her pubic hair. My jaw opened and I stared at the bizarre, amazing sight of my hand cut off at the wrist under her shorts. I felt like I was drunk or dreaming.

Mom's back arched and she gasped again. "Hah! Aaw...Oh you know just where to touch me..." she crooned.

Something seemed to...kind of pop in my head. I turned in my seat, started to pull her shorts down. "Mom!" I said desperately. She looked back at me her eyes wide, hungry, and eager. "Jason! Honey, oh god. Do you want this? Do you want me...?" She asked her voice breathy.

I cast her panties to the side and leaned over her. She took me by the shoulders. "Mom, I do. I want you so, so bad. I know it's wrong, but god I do! You want this?" She pulled herself up against me, lacing her fingers in my hair. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders.

"I've...wanted this...since I first saw the look on your face...when my robe was open. The very first day...then I saw you...jacking off in your room...touching yourself...I knew you were thinking of me...touch me baby. Touch me all over."

She pushed her face into mine and our lips found each other. Her tongue slid into my mouth. My hands slid over her shoulders, down her breasts. I squeezed them, her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her baby-doll. Her mouth... and the feel of her tongue against mine, her body moving against mine. She broke away and she looked into my eyes. They were big and full of love and desire. Without saying anything, she stood up and let her nightgown slip to the floor. She sat back down and pressed her naked body up against mine. I explored her with my hands, and my lips and my tongue.

My hands glided over her back. I kissed and licked my way over her breasts. Mom was purring, stroking my hair and cheek as I extended my tongue and rolled it around her nipple, before taking it into my mouth. I moved to the next one. I kissed her down her stomach, creeping to the floor as I did. I knelt in front of her and she scooted all the way to the edge of the couch. I placed my hands on her knees and gently pushed them open.

"Spread your legs wide...I want to look at you," I whispered.

She opened her legs as wide as they would go. She was totally exposed to me. I saw the dark patch of her hair. Her wet, pink lips the slick, jewel of her clit, the narrow tunnel of her vag. I rested my hands on her knees and looked up at her. She looked down at me and it seemed like something unspoken passed between us. I was looking at the place I had come from. It was odd. Like seeing the Grand Canyon, or the statue of liberty. Something of huge importance and beauty. "You're so beautiful Mom," I said, my voice hushed and awed. Her hands ran though my hair, and cupped my face.

"Do wanna kiss me honey? Mmm, do you want put your mouth on my body, your tongue inside me? Oh, my sweet baby." She murmured. And then she was drawing me in, between her thighs. I parted my lips, and placed them on hers. The taste...it was sweet, salty, and warm. My mouth began to undulate. My tongue danced and pushed inside of her. It wiggled and slithered, up and down her slit, it circled her throbbing nub of her clitoris. Mom's body tensed. She sucked in air sharply.

"Huh! Uuuh...that's right...just like that..."

I let my tongue explore her more, and then pushed it firmly against her clit. I'd only done this once before, but I'd listened to advice from friends. And I followed the cues her body was giving me. I grabbed her thighs tightly and drove my face as deeply into her as I could, her scent filling my nose, her juices rolling down my cheeks and chin. I rolled the tip of my tongue on her in a smooth and constant loop, as my lips moved back and forth in a deep kiss.

"Uuuuuuuuh...yes baby...ooooh you do that so good...uh! Aw! Mmmmn!" She was breathing hard. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh! Oh!" Her hips bucked out like crazy! I was a little scared for a second, as her legs shook and she crammed my head and crammed it deeper into her. I was worried I'd smother. But then she relaxed and fell back against the couch. She let go of me and I looked up at her. Her cheeks were red, her mouth open, and eyes burning. "Come up here, sit close to me," she said in that breathy voice. I did as she said, sitting flush with her. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast. She took my free hand and set it down between her legs. My fingers pressed against her. She reached down and began to massage my bulging shorts. Her hand slid into the fly and wrapped around my shaft. Gently she started stroking me.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Mom...oh...yes! God yes! I...love you mom...I love your body...mmm, is that wrong?" I answered, sliding a finder up her pussy. Her other arm held me by the shoulders. "Aw! Aaah! Honey...there is nothing wrong...with loving someone else...nothing wrong with -mmn!-feeling good...put another finger in me...tell me what you want to do to me."

Obligingly I slid a second finger inside of her. I moved them in and out; her body seemed to suck them in wetly. "I wanna fuck you mom..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I wanna...put my cock into my mother's tight; dripping pussy...I want to be balls deep in you..."

"Huh, huh...I know...I want it inside me. I want my son's throbbing cock in me. I want you to take me...haaaah." Her voice was shaking.

"So what do we do now?" I asked as she squeezed my dick tighter.

"I think...we ought to go into the bedroom now."

I was scared. I was thrilled. I was so fucking horny. Mom and I stood up. She took my hand and we started walking up the stairs. I felt detached from myself. Like I was watching this all in a movie. I wondered again, fleetingly if this was wrong. If maybe, I ought to stop it now. But I kept walking, knowing there was no way I could stop it now even if I really wanted to. When we got to her room, we stood in the door looking down at the bed. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. She let go, and started to walk to the bed.

"Mom," I said shyly and she turned to look at me. "I just wanted...I should let you know...this is the first...I've never..." I couldn't finish. I didn't have to. She smiled reassuringly at me.

"You're a virgin honey?" she suggested. I nodded. She took my hands. "Don't worry...just relax." She pulled me towards her, as she lay back over the sheets. I fell on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, holding her hips. We squirmed up the bed and she spread her legs apart. I positioned myself between them, placing the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. I broke away from her mouth and looked at her eyes. They sparkled. Smiling, she wrapped her hands around my butt cheeks and gently pushed on them. I started to slide into her.

The warmth of her slipped over me as I pushed inwards. Her eyes got wider and her mouth hung open. She gasped a little. I went in deeper. She was dripping wet and sooo tight. Her muscled squeezed against me. When I stopped she smiled, and laughed a little, not meanly or anything, but with girlish delight. She stroked my cheek. "Welcome home Jason." And I guess that's where I was.

(Later)

Mom just fell back asleep. It's the middle of the night now. But I'm too awake fall back asleep just yet. Besides, I'm just enjoying the spectacle of her. Sleeping there, naked in the tangled sheets, half under the covers. Breathing in and out, her hair plastered by sweat to her forehead. In a moment, I will curl up next to her. Drape my arm over her, press myself up to her body and sleep deeply. But I am up now, and I want to write about what just happened.

That first time, was wonderful, magical...though a little fast. We both enjoyed it for sure. But, you have to remember I'm still a newbie. I started to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, caught up by the warmth and the tightness of her. Then getting faster, as she pulled her legs further apart. I grabbed her hips for leverage and started to really move. She was so wet! I slipped in and out so fast and so easily. She started to thrust up to meet me, gyrating her hips up to mine. Our bodies made a beautiful rhythm, hitting each other. Her face contorted, her mouth opened and she squeezed my butt-cheeks harder.

Mom started to moan. "Aw...ooooh...deep, deep baby...yes!" I pumped harder, feeling myself coming to the edge. Her hands slide over my back, up into my hair and she pushed me into a kiss. I groaned. I gave one last push, holding back as long as I could. The bed started to creak. The headboard hit the wall. Mom was panting. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Baby that's it! Oh...God!"

"I'm gonna cum mom!" I crowed.

"Cum in me sweety, shoot your load in me!"

I thrust just one more and felt the jizz shoot out of me, load after load. I trembled, gasping, as mom's pussy flexed around me. I stayed there for a moment just looking down at her. She looked back up at me, her eyes full of affection. Finally, I rolled off of her. She reached out and clutched me, one hand on my chest, the other on my brow. I looked over at her feeling tired and satiated. "What now?" I asked

"Now, just rest honey. Close your eyes..." I did as she said, closed my eyes and cuddled up next to her. At some point, I drifted off into sleep.

I think the two of us must have just lain there for at least two or three hours, holding each other as we slept. The next thing I remember was a feeling of warmth from below my waist. A sort of wet, slick feeling spreading over my body. My sleep addled brain flashed back to when I was a kid who used to wet the bed. My eyes slowly parted, almost expecting to be in my own bed, with a patch of moisture spreading over my PJ bottoms.

Mom was crouched before me, her mouth moving up and down on my dick, which was stirring again. Her lips moved in and out, her tongue slid around the tip. She reached out and started to grope my balls. Before I knew it, my cock was rigid again. I watched in silence, feeling her tongue slithering up and down my shaft, sucking me gently as she massaged my sack.

She pulled her head up and grinned at me kittenishly. She ran her hand slowly up and down my shaft, while her thumb circled the tip. Her other hand was between her legs. "I love doing this...sucking a man's cock after he's fucked me," she said.

"Why?"

"It's like tasting pure sex. Tasting my pussy juices, his cum. It's sweet and salty, and nasty and delicious...mmmm it makes me so wet." She started to crawl upwards over my body. She positioned herself over my cock, angled it and started to lower herself. The heat took me back in and contracted herself around me. I exhaled slowly. I looked down, wanting to see my dick sliding into her, but she nudged my chin. "No, look at my eyes honey." So I locked eyes with her. She settled down on me, purred with satisfaction then pushed herself back up as she started to ride me.

"Jason...I've been dreaming about this...mmmm, lying here, playing with myself...ooh... wishing you'd walk into my room...mmmm! So glad it finally happened!"

I grabbed her hips as she began to move faster, grinding her against my thighs, impaling herself on me. Her back arched and her breasts heaved and bounced up and down with the rhythm of her body. I started to thrust upwards. She took my hands and moved them up. She settled them on her tits and squeezed them. I pinched her nipples, and her face twisted in pleasure. She started to lean backwards as she moved, and her fingers started to rub her clit. She was moaning louder now and I thrust up harder. Her fingers moved fast. I feel her juices sliding over my cock!

Her eyes never left mine. She was looking at me as if to say 'all for you, baby, all for you.' It was so damn hot! I was breathing hard. She stopped moving, leaned over me and whispered in that breathy voice, "I want it on my knees." Then she was sliding off of me. I got up as fast as I could as she was bending over onto all fours. As I got behind her, positioned my dick against the wet, pink cleft of her slit, grabbing around her hips, I asked. "Did Dad ever fuck you like this?"

Mom giggled a little as I started to push in. "Hehe, oooh huh, huh, never so good baby...it was never so good...you in me...it's like you belong."

I started to plow. I moved so easy, she was so fucking wet. I was watching her face on the mirror across from the bed. Watching her eyes flutter, her mouth opening and closing, her head bob, her breasts hanging and bouncing. I gripped her firmer. The entire bed was rocking now, just like it did when Howard was here. I was panting, my chest was hammering, and I felt so damn alive. It was amazing! Mom started howling.

"Uuuuh! Aaaaaw! God! Yes! Uh! Fuck me! Make mommy your fucking whore! God! Feels so good to have you back inside me! That's it! God baby mommy's almost there! Don't stop! Aaaaaaah!" I tugged back on her hair, firmly but not too hard. She was throwing her ass back into my hips. I plowed ahead, as hard as I could. I was getting to the edge again. I held off as best I could. She was so tight!

"I'm cumming! Mommy's cumming baby!" she croaked, her voice shuddering. That was all I could take. "Oh!" I grunted as I exploded into her again. She laid her head on the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air as I fell back. I watched the cum dripping out of her, down her thighs, over her lips. Mom crawled around the bed and up to the pillow. She gave me a look, a deeply satisfied smile. "You are going to make a very good husband someday baby."

She fell back asleep a few minutes later. I think I'm going to go and lay down beside her now. I love her so much.

***

June 26th

Dear Journal,

When I woke up this morning, mom was sitting at the corner of the bed, still naked with something in her lap. It was this journal. It was open and she was reading it. My heart stopped, thinking what I'd written over the past month. But then I remembered last night, and realized it didn't matter. I shifted to my knees and crept over to her without a word. I sat down beside her. She was reading yesterday's entry, a delighted smile on my face.

"Morning mom," I said, feeling a little nervous. A little guilty I guess. She looked over at me. She had that look of some much affection on her face.

"Morning. Jason, honey, you write beautifully."

I felt myself blushing. "You really think so?"

"Yes! Jason, you capture exactly how I felt...the way you write, it's so personal, so pretty. You're going to be a writer someday."

"Thanks mom that means a lot. I love you."

"I love you too honey. You know what I can't what for?" She smiled at me mischievously, closing the book and setting it on the bed.

"What's that?"

She started to lean over towards me, putting her hand on my thigh. "To read what happens next."