Ticks and Leeches

I realized she was waiting for an answer and I stumbled over my words.

"Oh, I. You want me to...?"

Without waiting for me to actually agree, Mom turned and allowed the towel to fall from her back, pulling it around in front of herself. I nearly passed out. She was indeed topless, the white underwear I'd seen earlier in the day still on and hugging the cheeks of her ass like a second skin. So tight, they cut across her buttocks, creeping into her crack, and I longed to run a finger up along the crevice before plucking the material out.

"How does it look?" She whispered over her shoulder and I was on the verge of admitting, 'beautiful,' when she continued. "Do you see any?"

I moved closer and took the opportunity to touch her, lifting her hair up from her shoulders to reveal the back of her neck.

"No, looks ok," I conceded, noting goosebumps rise on her upper arms where she held the towel across her breasts. My god, her breasts. They were right there. Unencumbered by a bra or any clothing whatsoever. The slightest movement and that towel could fall away and I'd finally see them. She then turned to face me.

"Will you check me all over Honey?" She sighed, her eyes expectant, looking up into mine.

There WAS a god in heaven. And it was looking down and blessing me.

"I mean, yeah," I shrugged, acting noncommittal. "If you want me to?" I offered, just doing my civic duty.

It was then she dropped the towel.

I felt her eyes remain on mine as I looked down upon her breasts. Nipples erect amid the large expanse of pink areola. Remembering to breathe, I exhaled dramatically and she responded by raising her hands and cupping her boobs, covering the nipples.

"I'm sorry, Honey," she sighed. "I'm embarrassing you."

"NO!" I insisted over-enthusiastically. "Not at all. It's ok."

"Yeah?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"Yeah," I replied and she once more uncovered her breasts.

They were magnificent. Yes, I'd seen their shape and even spied them through her tops. But this. This is how I was meant to view them. Up close. With impunity. I leaned in and inspected one then the other, asking her to lift each in turn to examine beneath. To raise her arms for me to check her smoothly shaved armpits. Taking charge, I went to my knees and stared into her navel, the swell of her belly, and then my eyes descended on her pussy mound. The soft lump of pubic hair was obvious through the cotton, the twin bumps of labia adjoining her uppermost thighs looking almost damp to my vision.

I looked back up into my mother's face and with a trembling voice asked the question.

"Did you want me to?" I managed and watched trancelike as she nodded her head in response.

It was all a dream! I'd wake up sooner or later with my underpants full of wet stickiness.

Till then, go with it Dale. I told myself.

I looked back down at her panties and I doubted I was mistaken when I noticed they'd become wetter. With shaking hands I raised them to the waistband of her underwear and took hold, lowering them down over her hips. Where was I meant to stop? Without guidance, I just kept going and uncovering her rich coating of dark pubic hair, pulled her panties down her thighs. I followed their progress as they passed her knees. She didn't ask me to stop so I dropped them to her ankles where finally acknowledging her participation in whatever the hell was going on here, Mom stepped out of them.

She was completely naked before me. Above me. I raised my eyes back up her legs and stopped once more at her vagina, not daring to look her again in the eyes lest she come to her senses. The photo my dad had taken of her pussy didn't do it justice. The thick patch of pubic hair above her pronounced labia a forest I'd long to be lost inside. Perfectly formed into a triangle, it was clear her bikini line was waxed or shaved keeping it from becoming unruly. I breathed in and the scent of pussy came to me. Unfiltered, primal. She was aroused. Of that there could be no doubt. She wasn't the only one!

With the erection hugging my inner thigh domineering my blood supply, my brain struggled to come up with what to do next and I eventually looked back into Mom's face.

"Do I?" I feebly asked and biting her lip, she simply nodded.

I raised a hand and my fingers delved into her thatch, combing through her lustrous locks. Joined by the other I repeated the process, both thumbs pressing and dividing her uppermost labia as I massaged her pubic mound, her lips parting, pubic hair wet. Finding nothing I looked into her eyes, her cheeks flushed. "I think you're good Mom," I admitted and she breathed a sigh.

"Um...there's one more place Baby," she hinted and whilst I merely imagined where she meant, she turned to confirm my suspicions. "I'd be so grateful," she whispered as she leaned forward to place a hand upon the bed. Her ass presented to me in all its peachy glory, her free hand crept around and took possession of her right cheek.

If I was to faint, I prayed I'd fall face first as my mother spread her ass for me, exposing her anus and the pink of her vagina below. The crack of her bottom hairless, I performed my role accordingly and emboldened, parted her other cheek to complete the spread. Dew literally dripped from her folds, her asshole twitched as I inspected it, my mouth and nose not four inches from the smorgasbord. My fingers dug into the flesh of her buttock and as I informed her all was fine, I was loathe to release my hold, finally relenting as she straightened and turned.

I wanted to stay on my knees, to forever be head height with her groin but she lowered a hand down to help me to my feet and I accepted.

"Oh God, thank you Dale," she casually remarked as though she indeed were not naked before me. As if I hadn't just run my hands through her pubic hair and stared into her asshole. "I'd have never been able to fall asleep tonight," she admitted.

I knew I definitely wouldn't sleep. For an entirely different reason. I looked in her eyes and was suddenly unsure of where we sat. Doubts. Was this not what it seemed? Was it actually nothing but a simple tick inspection?

"Soo, what now?" I questioned, feeling the chance of something happening between us slipping away yet again. Ridiculous I know, in that she did indeed remain naked.

"Well, don't you need me to do you?" She remarked, almost surprised I hadn't thought of it.

Her hands reached out for the front of my shorts and the belt buckle I'd only minutes before been undoing myself. My erection. Did she know about it? Yes, it was obvious in the front of my shorts but I felt I had to warn her of its presence.

"Mom I'm..." I struggled as she loosened the belt. "You should know I've got a..." I attempted as she unbuttoned and unzipped. Her hands took hold of the shorts and my underpants and looking on feebly, I watched her strip them down my legs. My hard-on bounced from its confines and bobbing, settled at a 45deg angle level with her head. "...hard-on!" I finally managed, feeling my face redden as I awaited her response.

"Oh!" She sighed, a noncommittal declaration as she sat back down upon the bed behind her.

"I'm sorry," I offered, not sure why. What did she expect when she'd so lasciviously displayed her nudity before me? Surely she'd noticed it bulging the fly of my shorts? "I know it's wrong," I added as her eyes climbed from my cock to my face.

"Wrong?" She softly repeated and I saw her eyes turn glassy. "It's not wrong Dale. It's beautiful."

I swallowed hard as I imagined what could possibly be about to occur as I watched her again look down at the evidence of my affection.

"I've never been so flattered," she confessed, her eyes darting up to mine. "Can I touch it?"

I was able to summon a nod and she wasted no time, taking me in hand as I twitched, the action raising an adolescent giggle from my mother.

"Would you like me to...?" She asked as her hand began stroking up and down my length and I breathlessly voiced my accord. One hand cupping my heavy balls, the other using just the right pressure to jerk my shaft. She looked again in my eyes as if to seek reassurance she was doing it correctly. I couldn't have done it any better!

"You're beautiful," I confessed as I reached forward and stroked her hair behind her ear and she blushed, smiling coyly.

"Am I doing it right?" She asked.

"Oh yes," I panted as her action increased, her hand pulling me towards her and I shuffled forward with my feet still in my shorts. So rapidly she wanked me, her fist was a blur as it traversed my length. "Do you think you'll cum?"

Hearing my mother say the word 'cum,' would be monumental enough. Having her say it in combination with giving me a handjob was nothing short of mind-blowing.

"Yess," I hissed, the thought of it accelerating the release.

"Do you want to cum on my boobs?" she grinned up at me, that thought implanted, having me on the edge.

"Oh god yes," I admitted before metaphorically slapping my face. Don't end this so soon Dale, I yelled at myself. "No!" I corrected myself and for the slightest moment she looked hurt until I explained. "Mom, I want to cum inside you!"

The words hung in the air as her hand slowed its rhythm, coming to a stop but still holding me firmly. For seconds I wondered if I'd gone too far? That a handjob from one's mother was acceptable, but sex? Well that was far too taboo.

"YOU want to make love to ME?" she asked and seemed genuinely surprised at my assertion despite our current circumstances. I dropped to my knees and my cock slipped from her grasp, her thighs further parting to accommodate me between them as I shuffled forward. My face slightly below hers, I leaned in and responded to her question with a kiss.

Was it the first time in my life I'd ever kissed my mother on the lips? As far as I could recall it was. She received me instantly, her lips parting as I tentatively darted my tongue between them, finding her own and the real kiss beginning. Her thighs pressed tighter against my hips, drawing me in and I responded by wrapping my arms around her naked back, in turn pulling us together.

"Oh Dale," she breathed as I left her mouth and kissed my way over her jaw to her neck, my fingers kneading her flesh as they explored her body. Did she know where I was headed? Her breathing certainly reflected an anticipation, her chest rising and falling dramatically as I encircled a nipple with my lips. Clutching the other breast, I pinched my fingers around the nipple to match the pressure my mouth applied, drawing a moan from her throat, her hands reaching back to hold the mattress for support as she watched my descent.

The swell of her belly; a kiss upon her navel and then the object of all my desires, my lips were tickled by her pubic hair. My first kiss upon that mound and a sigh from above, Mom's legs spreading further to welcome me. The dampness of pussy as my lips contacted her labia, my tongue sliding the length of her lips, delving between as my nose buried in her mass of hair.

"Oh God!" Mom gasped as I found her clit, wrapping my lips around her button and sucking, licking, kissing. She leaked profusely, a strong scent that I would've worn as cologne and I smeared my jaw in her wetness, coating my cheeks, my nose in her feminine perfume. Again on her clit as I spread her labia to push it out, a finger below sliding inside her body, another. She lifted her cunt up into my face, grinding her groin against me as I finger fucked and sucked her vagina.

"Dale," she sighed and I didn't pause to listen. "Oh Baby, you're making me..." she murmured. "I'm going to..."

Her voice fell silent. I couldn't even hear her breathing as I redoubled my efforts, my tongue sore, my jaw aching as I ate her pussy, fingers fucking her, bent inside to greatest effect.

"Oh Baby, don't stop, I'm...mmmmmh. Oh God Dale. Yess," she moaned as she came, her legs twitching around my shoulders, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Falling back onto the mattress she managed to grab my hair and pull me off her clit as her body shuddered. My nose and mouth sliding up through her pubic hair as she dragged me toward her. "Fuck me Dale," she begged as my hand left her vagina and I rose to climb upon the bed.

Eager to taste herself, Mom sought out my mouth as I descended upon her body. My cock knew where it belonged, effortlessly sliding between her velveteen folds, welcomed in the warmth of her still quivering vagina. Her legs wrapped me as we kissed and my dick entered her fully, my pelvis one with hers. There we stayed, fully entwined, unmoving as she squeezed herself around my penis.

"I love you so much," I confessed, looking her in the eyes and I saw the sentiment reflected.

"Then cum in me Darling," she stated as if it would prove my affection. "Fuck me hard baby. Fuck your mother like a good son should."

She didn't need to do anything to turn me on more, but the words if anything made me harder, my cock like granite as I pulled from her almost completely before plunging again. The force caused her to gasp and I made sure she was ok before repeating. I needn't have bothered, her hands reaching for my ass to drag me back inside her as she moaned a decisive 'yes.'

With arms wrapping her body I fucked her. Our chests sweating upon the other, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust. So deep I penetrated, every plunge seemingly further than the last, her body shifting back on the bed. Amazed I'd lasted this long I ran my fingers into her hair and pulled her head backwards exposing her neck which I lavished with kisses, nibbling her flesh, sucking the skin to raise a love bite. Tucking my knees up to connect us further, I thought of all the positions we could try, I thought of burying my face between her ass cheeks much as they'd been presented to me not ten minutes prior. Of fucking her doggy style. Of her taking me in her mouth. It was that which brought on my orgasm.

"Mom I have to.." I admitted it was nearly time, standing up on my fists as I looked down on her

"Yes Baby," she agreed. "Cum for me. Cum in me my angel." She arched her back below me, accentuating her breasts and I thought of her asking me to cum on them. I would. In the future. I'd cum on her breasts, in her hand, on her face. I'd dedicate my life to coating her body with my love, painting her canvas with my desire. But first was her womb. Where I began. A twenty five year absence, so welcome a return.

The sound of sex filling the room, the scent of love overpowering, my final thrusts and I looked in her eyes as I came.

"Mom, I'm.. Oh shit I'm cumming," I stated the obvious as I convulsed inside her.

"I can feel it," she chorused and I'd never seen her look so proud of me. Her face a picture of happiness as she smiled with blushing cheeks.

I fell upon her and our mouths locked as I emptied inside her. Thrusting as she squeezed her pelvic floor to enhance my orgasm, feeling her vagina overflowing with the warmth of my cum. Finally I eased my action and we lay together, her hands gently caressing my back, soft kisses on my head, my ear.

I could've fallen asleep on top of her right where we lay and I told her as much.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "I love the feeling of you on top of me. Inside me," she added.

It was tempting but I wanted to talk. To not waste a minute to sleep now that we were together. I pulled up from her body and my semi erect cock slid dripping from her protection much to her dismay.

"Oh, don't go," she sighed but I took her hand and brought her up with me.

"I'm not going anywhere," I assured her. "But WE'RE having a shower."

*

The water flowed over her body and with my erection sitting snugly between her buttocks I massaged her scalp with shampoo, eventually relenting and running my hands down onto her soapy breasts.

"I saw the photos," I admitted into her ear and she angled her head, giving me access to her neck which I kissed in response.

"I thought you had," she confessed, surprising me with her reply. "You deleted them from his phone didn't you?"

I allowed her body to turn in my arms, my cock pressing into her slippery belly.

"I didn't know what to do with them Mom," I admitted. "If you knew they were there." I left out the images of Dad's mistresses, some things Mom didn't need to know right then, I figured. "Was it wrong?"

"No Baby," she whispered. "You were just thinking of me." She kissed my neck before sheepishly looking into my eyes. "What did you think?"

I ran a hand down her back and delved a finger between her buttocks. "You looked amazing," I admitted. "I mean I'd thought so on the night, but seeing you like that...fuck Mom, it was hot!"

She smiled as she lowered a hand between us and let my cock slide between her thighs, her pussy resting upon me.

"I woke up yesterday," she had her own confession and I had a pretty fair idea what she was talking about. "I woke up and you were hard. I could feel it against me. You were asleep Dale but I knew it was for me. Well, I hoped."

"It was Mom," I confessed. "You turn me on something savage!" I admitted and it raised a smile to her lips.

"I'd noticed you watching me," she added, her thighs grinding around my cock. "The last few days. I tried to dress nice for you."

"You did!" I agreed.

"At the river. I would've gone swimming if that man hadn't come along. Naked," she added and I breathed out in response.

I took hold of the head of my cock between her cheeks and lifted, her pussy grinding along my shaft.

"Mmmmh, I like that," she cooed and I once more kissed her mouth.

"What now?" I asked as our lips parted.

The response was her kissing my neck and then lower, her knees bending as she knelt down on the floor of the shower, my cock in her hand.

"I meant between us," I smiled as her lips kissed the swollen head of my dick.

"So did I," she smiled before taking me in her mouth, closing my eyes as her hand jerked my shaft.

*

I placed our bags in the trunk and met Mom at reception.

"I've refunded one of the rooms," Audrey stated. "Housekeeping says you didn't use it."

The woman looked over the rims of her glasses, tongue in her cheek and I sensed she knew something was up between mother and son.

"Well that's lovely of you Audrey," Mom responded, pulling me into her side as if presenting her prize.

"You know I have a son of my own," Audrey winked at my mother and the women shared a knowing chuckle. So what if I was being treated as chattel, I was just glad to see Mom happy.

*

"So really, what now?" I looked across at Mom as we drove home. "What about Bonnie?"

"What would you like to happen Honey?" she threw the ball back in my court.

"I want to be with you," I looked ahead, hands gripping tight on the wheel. "You even said I'd been like a husband these last weeks. Let me be."

"Really?" she beamed as I looked back at her. "You think we can be together?"

I pulled the car onto the shoulder and turned to face her fully, reaching out to take her hand.

"Mom, I love you," I confessed. "I want to be with you every minute of the day. I want to see all that lingerie you bought. I want to fuck you," I declared as she smiled, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing. "I want to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives. I want to marry you!"

Almost on the verge of exploding with joy, Mom dove toward me and we kissed, a hand finding my cock hardening for her.

"Then we will," she confirmed. "We can be together. We'll always be together. Your sister will understand. We'll make her see."

Our tongues entwined and her hand unzipped my fly, pulling my erection from my pants as she broke our kiss.

"Let me just check you for any ticks and leeches Baby," she grinned as her head lowered into my lap and I felt her mouth encircle the head of my cock.