t had been a rough several months since Mom's discovery. And the time since then had become tense for me. It all started one evening when Mom stopped into my Dad's and Granddad's Law offices. She had heard the voices of her husband and father-in-law coming from Granddad's office. The right door of the double doors into the office was partly open. She knew from many past visits that if it was closed, it meant a sensitive meeting was in progress and not to come in. So, with the door open several inches, she walked in and stopped dead in her tracks.
Not ten feet from the door were her husband and father-in-law. They were team fucking a young woman, the term 'spit-roast' popped into Mom's head. A cold feeling came over her, and a plan quickly formed. Having been a lawyer's wife for over twenty years, she knew evidence was vital. She pulled out her cell phone and recorded a few minutes of the action. She could tell all three were having a good time by the occasional moans and groans from them all, particularly the young woman. The men also discussed some incidental components of a pending case while using this woman. They were all naked as jaybirds, except for shoes.
Disgust and rage boiled up inside her, and she said in a menacing voice, "It's interesting what you consider a last-minute 'strategy session,' James, and you too, Dad. It looks more like cheating on both your wives. You can expect to be contacted by our divorce attorneys. And you, Miss, need to reassess your willingness to do 'whatever it takes' to get ahead." With that shocking statement delivered, she turned on her heel and left, closing the recording as she turned away.
That was almost six months ago. During that whole time, I was there for Mom. I held her hand, hugged her when she needed it, and wiped away many tears when she needed to let it out and cry her pain away. This strained my relationship with my girlfriend, Jessica. After a few months, she began sending signals that I wasn't spending enough time with her and too much with Mom. Not long ago, she broke up with me, two weeks ago in fact. So, for the last two weeks, Mom and I have consoled each other randomly, having comfort food dinners and watching TV until we got tired and went to bed. Both of us mopped around the house when not at work or school.
Then, the final straw hit Mom. The finalized divorce papers arrived by courier early that Friday morning. As of the moment they were filed, Mom was officially divorced. Shock hit her first, and she was nearly catatonic for about an hour. That's when the crying started in earnest. Big balling sobs wracked her body and broke her heart that final bit. I immediately jumped to hold her as she cried, rubbing her back and speaking gentle comforts into her ear. After another hour of that, she couldn't cry anymore.
She released me, kissed my cheek, and went to her bedroom without a word. I heard her step into the en suite bathroom and the faucet come on. A few minutes later, she returned, more composed but slightly puffy-eyed.
She stopped in the middle of the living room and stared into space before asking, "Am I so old and used up that your father would so casually toss me aside for some young bimbo?"
I was there in a flash, looking into her face, and said reassuringly, "Hell No, Mom. My Father and Grandfather are fools. They both literally screwed themselves out of the best women I know." She sighed and collapsed into my arms but didn't start crying again, just gave deep sighs.
"Do I still look good for a woman my age, Jimmy?"
Without hesitation, I replied, "Damn straight, Mom. You have always been the hottest Mom in my group of friends. Maybe less so since I started college, but that's more likely because I don't bring those horny bastards home with me." She snorted a little laugh at that, and it gave me a smile to entertain her.
"Then why would your father do this to me? To us." Her voice was still raw but not shaking now.
"Well, truth be told, I always thought Grandpa was an arrogant ass, and he had brought Dad along in his wake. You might say two peas in a pod. I'd take my guess one step further and say they probably never thought they would get caught. Worse yet, it probably wasn't the first young woman either. But that's no longer our problem."
"Oh, Jimmy, you always know the right thing to say to make me feel better," Mom says, pulling back slightly.
I pull back more to look her in the eyes and say, "It's because you're worth it, Mom. You have always been there for me. Yeah, maybe that makes me a 'Momma's boy' like Dad accused me of more than once, but ask me if I give a fuck what he thinks now."
"Language, Jimmy." She admonishes me gently as a small smile touches her lips.
I chuckle and lean in to give Mom a comforting kiss on the lips. For some reason, I linger for just a second. When I pull back again, I see an odd look on Mom's face that I have never seen before--one of wonder and a little bit of curiosity. Next, I realize how close we are hugging, and the feel of a warm, beautiful woman in my arms begins to excite me. I can feel Mom getting excited, too, as her nipples harden against my chest. My cock is doing its level best to rip a hole in my shorts.
The next thing that happens is surreal as I lean in to kiss her again. Mom meets me halfway, and we kiss again, just as tenderly but longer. After the kiss breaks, we pull into each other, and the hug tightens. With our cheeks pressed together, my hands seemed to move on their own, and the next thing we heard in the quiet room was the sound of a zipper. I am unzipping the back of Mom's sundress, and she shivers slightly but doesn't stop me.
When the zipper stops, I pull back and look Mom in the eyes. First, I reach up to cup her face and kiss her again, giving her another slow, tender kiss. Then, my hands slip down her graceful neck, across her shoulders, and to the straps on her dress to nudge them off her shoulders. Mom allows her arms to go straight, and the dress slips to the floor, puddling around her ankles.
She stands there in a lovely, lace matching bra and panty set in a pale green, matching her dress. Our arms return to hold each other close. I lean in to kiss her, but Mom beats me to it and kisses me with a renewed passion, the fire in her eyes plain for me to see. Our tongues slowly snake out and begin to twist and turn around each other, pushing back and forth into and retreating from each other's mouths.
While still kissing, Mom reaches out and pulls the hem of my t-shirt up, and I release her and the kiss long enough for her to pull it off me. We return to kissing and tightly holding each other as our hands wander into new territory. Her skin is incredibly soft and warm under my fingertips. When my fingers run into her bra strap, I quickly but carefully unclasp it, and it soon is on the floor. Mom reaches down and unbuckles and unbuttons my shorts, which join her garments and my tee.
It's then that we realize we are standing in the middle of the living room with the drapes open. Even if the house sits on a slight rise, it would be easy for someone looking in to see us. Mom takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. I close the door on habit as we enter. When she stops, it's right next to her bed, and she turns to look at my face. I look back without a doubt on my face, only love for this beautiful creature that is my mother.
"Are you sure about this, Jimmy?" Mom asks quietly.
I answer by stepping close, taking her left breast in my right hand as my left arm pulls her close, and I kiss her hard. My hand is pleasantly full without any waste of her smooth, soft, warm flesh. I knead her breast and rub her nipple gently but firmly with my thumb, eliciting a light moan. My left hand, after pulling Mom into me, roams down and cups her tight bubble butt to another moan.
Mom breaks the kiss and smiles, saying, "I guess you are. Now, make love to me, Jimmy. Remind me what it's like to be wanted and desired."
My right hand leaves her tit and slides down to her other butt cheek, and I lift Mom up and put her across her bed. She lays there in nothing but those pale green panties and a lusty smile just for me. I slowly reach out and tug her panties from her tight, petite body, the crotch sticking slightly. They also hit the floor, but not before I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The musk of arousal that is my mother lies thickly in their cloth folds. Her smile widens.
I pull my skivvies off and stand before Mom with the biggest hard-on I have ever had in my life. She smiles and nods approvingly. Next, I hit my knees, slowly pushing Mom's knees apart, and got my first look at my mother's pussy. Surprisingly, she appeared shaved, and I noticed that there was no stubble. Curiosity painted my face.
"I wax. I love to feel that extra soft skin after a Brazilian wax. It also makes me very sensitive."
Mom's eyes have a burning fire in them now that I've never seen before, but I want to for as long as possible. I start by lightly kissing my way up from her knee to just short of her pussy. I pause to inhale deeply from the source of my mother's arousal. Mom looks at me down the length of her body while propped up on her elbows. I blow her a kiss and act like I'm going to go down on her, but instead, I return to the knee on the other leg and kiss my way back in. I inhale deeply again when I return to her center.
After another long look into Mom's eyes, I slowly lean down and place a soft, sweet kiss on her pink and puffy pussy lips. Mom moans long and deep. I have never truly seduced any of the girls I have been with before, but it just feels natural and right to do this with and for Mom. I do everything slowly and as sensually as I can imagine. I continue to lay soft, wet kisses all across her pussy. Mom's breathing becomes ragged in anticipation. Mine is a little heavy, too, at what I'm doing. I'm about to eat my mother's pussy and then make love to her. This is Truly Heaven.
When my own anticipation gets too high, I slip the tip of my tongue between the folds of Mom's lips and taste the ambrosia of her honey. We moan in concert, both enjoying this thoroughly. After licking up the nectar gathered in her honeypot, I begin licking her up and down inside and outside her lips, learning her sensitive spots. I avoid her clit for the first several minutes. Mom's breathing has gotten even more ragged with my efforts. Her hands are gripping the comforter beneath her in clenched hands.
Feeling the moment was right, I slipped my tongue deep into Mom's honeypot. I fucked her with my tongue until her breathing was sharp gasps, and then I jumped on her clit and sucked hard. She came explosively. Her hips lifted off the bed a foot. I rode her up and pushed in with my tongue on her extended nub.
She screamed out her pleasure, "OH FUCK YES, JIMMY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUUUMMM!" The rest of her breath left her in a deep moan.
I made her ride her orgasm for another full minute while alternating sucking and licking her clit rapidly. When I stopped, I slipped down and slowly and gently lapped up her honey. I kissed her puffy mound for another minute before slipping up beside Mom. Her eyes slowly came open to my smiling face. I quipped, "Was it good for you?" Mom began laughing with such joy that it was impossible not to join her.
When our mirth began to taper off, Mom reached over and pulled me to her and kissed me, gently at first, then with a building passion. I responded happily, even reaching out and cupping her breast again and rolling her nipple lightly. We were soon making out like teenagers. The heat continued to build until I slipped between Mom's thighs again and slid my still rock-hard cock across her hardened clit. She moaned lustily into our kiss and, still lip-locked, nodded her head.
After rubbing my cock that way, I shifted lower to rub up and down her soaked slit with the underside of my cock. She moaned and shivered in anticipation again. After a few good strokes, I slipped further down and found her hole. With a lust-filled look into her eyes, I pushed inside slowly. Our kiss broke as Mom tilted her head back and groaned loudly and again when I bottomed out.
I didn't move for many seconds, just enjoying the feel of being inside my mother, the heat and tightness were nearly overwhelming. When I looked into Mom's eyes after she looked back at me, it made it even better--the look of wanton lust and love for me and what we were doing was evident. After a long, slow, and deep kiss, I began slowly pumping in and out of Mom's wet, willing pussy. Her moans into our continued kiss made every second an erotic fantasy come true.
The passion we shared over the next several minutes stretched out like nothing else mattered. For us, that's exactly how it was. I made love to Mom for an unknown length of time, and neither of us was in a hurry to finish. But when we finished, it was a magical moment. Our breathing matched and revved to a fever pitch; we were gasping so much that we had to break off kissing but maintained our stares into each other's eyes.
I didn't ask, and when I came, I filled my mother with my seed, and I watched her fly off the edge of her building orgasm. She clamped down on my cock like a vice, but I kept plowing into her womanhood. The feeling of filling Mom with my seed and watching her ecstasy as she came was incredible. Right then, I wanted to see it over and over again. When I finished cumming, I slowed my pumping to nearly no motion, taking probably ten seconds or more on each half of my stroke, in or out. I wanted to draw out our pleasure together for as long as possible. When Mom's eyes reopened, and she looked into my face, it was like I had never seen her before. Her beauty was off the charts at that moment.
"My God, Jimmy. That was incredible. I love you so much. How is it my young son can give me more pleasure the first time than any of the times his father ever did?"
I had an evil thought and said, "Maybe it was just that, Mom. The fact your Son was fucking you to orgasm. It might be that you liked the little Incest we have going on here. I know I do. You are gorgeous, Mom. I loved watching you cum, and to know I was the one giving that to you was terrific. Not to mention throwing a big nasty cumload into my own mother was a bit of an extra dirty pleasure." I chuckled, and so did Mom.
"You might be right about all that. I know when we came that I had never felt so connected to my partner, my son, my lover. I love you, Jimmy. For you to make love to me and let me know a man could still find me attractive is a big boost to my flagging ego. Your father obviously didn't care. He didn't even fight the divorce just for things like the house."
"Yeah, but you beat him there, too. I saw the divorce decree awards. You got the house, your car, and a replacement in a couple of years, plus alimony. Don't you love California's laws that way? At least you got your half of the life you built that he threw away. Then you get fucked by your son as a reward on top." I grin broadly, and Mom giggles.
She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a hot, steamy kiss. My slow stroking never stopped, and this kiss was bringing my semi-hard cock back to total hardness. I began stroking more forcefully, and Mom was soon moaning into the kiss again.
I break the kiss and say to Mom, "I'm going to Fuck you now, Mom. I'm going to put even more passion into you and our coupling. How would you like that? Your Son Fucking you to another massive orgasm before filling you up with another huge creampie."
She grinned and replied, "Do your worst, young man. Momma wants that, too. Fuck me hard and put me away wet and drooling your cum from my cunt."
Per her request and my statement, I did that very thing. I spent the next thirty minutes or so pounding Mom into the bed. First, just as we were, in Missionary, then flipping her over to continue in Doggy. When she had cum a few times and she couldn't hold position, I continued pounding her while she was on her stomach. When I grew tired, we switched to cowgirl, and she fucked me. It was spectacular watching my mother fuck me. Her face and chest flushed a beet red, her hair a total mess. She had never looked so sexy and wanton as right then.
I molested her tits feverishly, squeezing and groping her fabulous tits and pulling and twisting her nipples. To finish us both again, I took back over, returning to missionary, and we watched each other get off. When I filled her the second time, I thought Mom was going to levitate off the bed. The best part, though, was her moans, groans, and screams of pleasure. Most often, "Yes, yes, yes!" But I especially liked her screaming out my name, "Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy!" We kissed hard when we came, trying to consume each other with our kisses and arms squeezing each other tightly.
When I was done unloading, I rolled off her to the side, holding on to her as she came down from an epic orgasm. When her breathing shuttered back to normal and her eyes opened, the smile that came with it was radiant.
"My God, Jimmy. I've never in all my 43 years been fucked that well. Or that hard. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I'm just surprised my 22-year-old son is that great in bed, and boy can you fuck." She giggles for several seconds, then says, "Not to mention the way you just took charge and seduced your own mother, knowing I needed reassurance after your father's betrayal and the divorce decree. Very adult and sexy of you, my handsome young stud."
Her eyes sparkled for the first time in a long time, even before the divorce. At that moment, I could think of no more beautiful woman than my Mom. Her post-coital glow was overpowering, but the thought of putting that smile there made me feel ten feet tall.
I grinned back and said, "Well, it did have a lot to do with my sexual partner. I wanted nothing more than to please and remind you that not all men are like my father and grandfather. I guess I did okay, huh?"
Mom just laughed the most musical sound I ever heard from her as she threw her arms around me, pulling me in tight for another smoking hot kiss. We made out for several more minutes until we realized my cumloads were making a mess of us and her bed. We giggled and climbed from the bed and into a shower. It was the first time I showered with Mom in more than fifteen years. This time, there was as much being dirty as getting clean, much different from the past occasions. The most intimate part was washing her hair. Those long brown locks slipping between my fingers and massaging her scalp made her moan, which in turn gave me a new hard-on.
When we finished rinsing her hair out, Mom surprised me and dropped to her knees. With a shit-eating grin on her face, she then engulfed my cock in her mouth and swallowed me whole. I felt the back of her throat for a fraction of a second before feeling her throat and her swallow along my cock, pulling me inside to the root. She held me in her throat for several seconds before coming back up and began sucking my cock in earnest.
Watching my mother bob up and down on my fuckstick was so erotic it was nearly impossible to hold on for long. Soon enough, I was moaning out, "Mom, I'm...gonna...cum."
She doubled down and picked up the pace before swallowing me whole again. I came feeling her throat undulate on the head of my cock. I blasted five large ropes directly down her throat before she pulled back up and took the last two in her mouth. She moaned out, "Mmmm." That just made me squirt two more ropes. I nearly had my knees buckle, but if not for the grab bars, I would have been on my ass.
Mom was smacking her lips and 'Mmmm-ing' more when my knees regained strength. "Even tastier than that cheating bastard, too." She giggled again, and I pulled her back up into my arms and kissed her hard, she tasted of my cum, but I didn't care. If Mom could swallow my load with gusto and love it, I could taste a little of it, too. After a deep, hard kiss, we noticed the water beginning to cool and hurriedly finished cleaning up.
When we were dry again and walked back into her bedroom, we noticed the time: it was near dinner time. Mom said, "Well, I guess it's time to make my new man dinner. How does steak and baked potatoes sound?"
I smiled with love at her becoming a dutiful partner--if not precisely a wife, I loved it. I replied, "The food sounds perfect, but you're not cooking. Put on your sexiest dress, and I'm taking you to dinner to celebrate."
She looked a little confused but smiling. "Celebrate what, Honey?"
"Well, your completed divorce from the 'Cheating Asshole,' of course. And if only we knew that a truly outstanding session of hot, incestuous sex happened, too. Great." Mom giggled again and play-slapped my chest, grinning broadly at my reasoning and description. "What color is your sexiest dress, Mom?"
"I think my little black dress will be perfect for what you really want to celebrate. So dress accordingly, my stud-muffin, because I will have a surprise for you later." She says with a wink and a hip check, nudging me towards the door.
"I can hardly wait. How long will you need, Mom? Thirty minutes enough?" I asked.
"I'll see what I can do. If not, I know you'll wait for me anyway, right?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
I kiss her again softly on the lips and head out with a final grope of her tight ass. She somehow giggles and sighs at the same time. I head to my room and grab my best date clothes: some nice cream-colored cotton trousers and a blood-red silk shirt with a pale yellow tie. I added a matching vest to compliment my pants. Finishing that off with a classic pocket watch on a heavy gold chain. I slid my feet into black dress socks and my black Italian loafers. I stepped into the bathroom and re-shaved and combed my hair, adding a little cologne Mom gave me for Christmas a few years back. I was ready in less than twenty minutes and went to the living room to wait.
It took Mom a little more than my guessed 30 minutes, but it was well worth the wait. Her little black dress was spectacular, hugging her trim figure without appearing too tight. Her long brown hair was styled with waves and dangling curls at the temples. She wore a lovely set of pearls and matching tear-drop-shaped earrings. A small gold locket rode shotgun just inside the pearls. I knew inside that locket had pictures of me. On the left is a baby picture, and on the right is a picture of me at my college graduation. I smiled at the thoughtfulness. Her legs were encased in black thigh-highs and matching stiletto pumps. To say she was both Hot and Sexy would fall short. The last details I noticed were hot rod red nail polish on both fingers and toenails, plus her wedding ring set was no longer on her finger. I whistled a loud cat-call, seeing her all dolled up for me.
"Wow, Mom. When I said your prettiest dress, I didn't expect a sexy MILF to arrive. You're beautiful, Mom. Absolutely sexy, too." She smiled and lightly blushed at the compliments. I offered her my arm, and we stepped out, headed for the restaurant I had selected and made reservations for before getting dressed.
We took Mom's car, a Mercedes SL-class SL 43 AMG cabriolet in a dazzling Hyper Blue metallic. After guiding my mother into the passenger seat, I put the top down to be driven as a proper lady should be. I was showing her off to anyone who should have a chance to look. I took the long way there, driving us past the family's law firm. I tooted the horn and waved when both men looked from the office window, stunned at Mom and me. Laughing, I roared away to giggles from Mom at showing up and off to her now ex-husband.
We arrived several minutes before our reservation and stepped into the bar for pre-meal drinks. Mom had a sweet pink wine, Barefoot Bubbly Pink Moscato, while I had a Captain and Coke. We were here to celebrate, after all. When we were shown to our table, I seated Mom as the proper gentleman I was raised to be. Then I sat beside her and held her hand, her left in my right.
I raised my glass to her and said, "To happiness in a new depth and direction." Mom smiled, and we clinked glasses. After taking sips, I leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. She smiled, with a bit of blush creeping into her cheeks.
We then picked up our menus and chose our meals, with only a second side dish to decide on. I chose asparagus with my ribeye-cut steak and loaded baked potato, while Mom opted for a petite Filet Mignon, loaded baked potato, and side salad with red wine vinaigrette dressing. Additionally, I took a quick peek at the dessert menu and spotted a treat for two. When our orders were taken, I signaled the waiter about my surprise desserts. Seeing me plotting, Mom gives me a curious look but doesn't say anything.
We kept the conversation light and funny throughout dinner. I requested small brandies with our desserts in about 10 minutes when we finished our meals. The waiter nodded with a smile.
"What are you planning, Jimmy?" Mom asks, her eyebrow raised.
"You'll just have to wait and see, Susan," I replied with a wink.
Mom giggled and said, "Call me Susie. I'm feeling young and foolish tonight with my young man escorting me."
"Very well. Susie, it is then." We returned to holding hands like it was the most natural thing.
We chatted about nothing remotely serious, just enjoying each other's company. Right on time, our desserts were brought out with the brandy. They were two mini Lemon Meringue pies in crystal cups. Susie's eyes went big with excitement, and she looked at me with love at my thoughtfulness. We finished them reasonably quickly, as they were a perfect, small portion to have for that little bit of sweetness at the end of a meal. I paid the tab shortly after, and we left, still holding hands.
I put Susie back in the car, and as she sat down, she gave me a flash up her short dress. She wasn't wearing panties. She smiled and said, "Surprise." Then she giggled as my face went from placid and happy to lustful at seeing her smooth muff. I believe I saw a bit of moisture as well.
As an additional surprise, I took Susie down to the beach at Golden Gate Park, and we walked there a bit. We found a secluded bench and sat cuddled together, looking at the park and the stars above us. After a few minutes, Susie tugged my face around to hers and kissed me passionately. I responded immediately and pulled her into my arms and around into my lap as well. We made out for several minutes before our hands roamed. As my right hand approached Susie's dress hem, she slipped back on my lap and spread her knees slightly, giving me complete access.
My hand moved to caress her soft, moist muffin, and soon I was knuckles deep in her soaking wet pussy. One-handed, she pulled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, unzipping me immediately after. She pulled my raging hard-on from my shorts and stroked it slowly. Our kissing hadn't slowed or paused in the least, and our eyes only diverted briefly, ensuring we stayed alone.
After only a few strokes from her hand, I pulled her forward, and she ground her wetness the entire length of my cock for about a minute. On the last stroke, we both tilted our hips, and I slid right inside her hot, wet tunnel. Susie began to ride me with slow gyrations around and short strokes up and down. With the excitement between us, it didn't take long for us to cum together. I filled her willing pussy with another load, and when finished, I stayed plugged into her heat to enjoy the love.
In a little bit more, Susie pulled off me slowly back like when I was fingering her. We heard a light splatter as some of my cum dribbled from her hot hole, and we giggled. After a quick look around, she dismounted my lap. Avoiding my cum drops, sucked my cock into her mouth to clean me up before tucking me away inside my shorts and trousers. A little more of my cum slithered from her filled hole to dribble beneath her. When she stood, though, she reached down and scraped up a big dollop running down her inner thighs and popped it into her mouth with a light moan.
"Even tastier mixed with mine. Take me home and make love to me some more, Jimmy." She held out her hand, and we returned to the car. Her giving me another long flash of her puffy pink pussy and a little bit of cum clinging to her lips. My cock rose appreciatively. As I had a couple of drinks, I drove home carefully but as quickly as I could. I put the top back up before pulling Susie into another steamy kiss, now that we were undercover, as well as inside our garage.
We kissed passionately for a couple of minutes but soon hopped out and almost ran into the house, leaving a trail of clothes behind. We returned to Mom's bedroom and found the bedspread covered in dried cum stains. We simply yanked it off the bed and flipped it onto the floor. I grabbed Susie, threw her squealing onto the King-sized bed, and jumped on her. She laughed that same musical laugh from earlier, and I chuckled, too. I slipped between her soft thighs and lay atop her before kissing her in earnest--the passion building even further for us both.
Soon, Susie is wiggling and gyrating her hips, rubbing her soaked pussy on my ragging hard cock. I get the message and carefully line up on her pussy without looking, maintaining our heated kisses. When the head of my cock was being kissed by the lips of her pussy I surprised her and slammed into her to the hilt. She cries out in passion, "OH FUCK YES!"
I proceed to stroke firmly but slowly to build the passion further. She lightly moans while we continue to kiss, setting my hair to tingle, and it spreads over my entire body. As I continue to make love to Mom, to Susie, the hot, sexy woman from the restaurant and the park, our movements compliment each other, the rhythm we had this afternoon returning easily. I give her a few petite orgasms over the course of nearly an hour. I finish in her again to louder moans as I splatter the back of her vagina with my hot seed.
We move to my spooning her as we recover, both wrapped in each other's arms, mine around her and hers laid over mine. I lightly caress her tight tummy with one hand and hold and gently fondle her breasts with the other. Her hands and fingers trace random patterns on my arms and the backs of my hands.
After several minutes my cock returns to slide up between her cheeks, conveniently snugged in like a hot dog inside the hottest of buns. So, of course, I began stroking slowly, 'Hot dogging' her to gentle moans from Mom.
"Are you ready for me again, Susie?" I ask her.
"Oh, Yes. But call me Mom here, honey. Susie was that 'young thing' in the restaurant and the park teasing and humping her 'boyfriend.' Now I want my Son to fuck his Mother into the bed again. Take me, Jimmy, my son. Fuck your mother again to as many orgasms for both of us until we fall asleep exhausted. Okay? Can you do that?" She asks, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
I grin and say, "Yes, Mom." And slip my incredibly hard cock from her buns to her sloppy wet cunt and begin fucking her after raising her upper leg for better access. As I slip in and out of her hot hole, we kiss with Mom twisted around to kiss over her shoulder. My hands, which had been gentle minutes before, became more aggressive and began tugging her nipples and kneading her breasts, nearly mauling them. The rougher I was, the louder Mom's moans became.
When this position kept me from really powering into her, I moved us into doggy and started plowing Mom's pussy hard. Her moans became loud groans, and she mumbled, "Oh, Yes! Like that, hard and deep, fuck your mother, senseless, Jimmy. Fuck me harder than before. Take me, make me your slut for the night. Give me everything you have." I continued as she requested. And soon she was screaming out, "YES YES YES YES! HARDER, DEEPER! USE ME! FUCK MOM HARD JIMMY!"
She came in another heart-stopping orgasm as her body seized in ecstasy. She clenched so hard I was pulled along, screaming out my own orgasm.
"FUCK YEAH! AAAAAHHHHH! TAKE MY CUM MOM."
Filled with two loads already, Mom's pussy began overflowing with my cum, and we soon had a massive puddle of both of our fluids everywhere, but we didn't care. We kept right on going with only small breaks to catch our breaths.
Nearing Midnight, Mom looked back at me and said, "Take my ass, Jimmy. Your father hasn't taken me there in more than a decade. Now, it's yours. Fuck my ass, Jimmy."
The lust and heat in her face were overwhelming. I pulled us both from the bed, my jizz dripping down her inner thighs in small rivers. I bent Mom over the bed and, using all our fluids, penetrated my mother's asshole. I slid my cock head in past her anal ring, slowly not to hurt her, and waited for her to relax before slowly beginning to short stroke at first. As she warmed up and her asshole loosened enough, I started pumping full strokes and depth. Mom was moaning again in no time. Every time I bottomed out, my balls slapped her clit, further stimulating her.
The heat and tightness of my mother's hot, tight asshole was incredible, but the sounds of her getting reamed were what really drove me on. By the end, I was pounding her ass just as hard as I had her pussy. Her hands were clinched in the sheets, and she was beyond words. She was moaning and groaning her pleasure at being pounded and used so thoroughly by her loving son. Occasionally, she would squeak out an "Oh, Jimmy." With a final stroke, I blew a final load into her ass as I pushed in deep as I could and unloaded. Mom's legs shook as she followed me into orgasm.
When we were down from our shared orgasm, and both of us could stand mostly steadily, we sauntered into the shower to wash and clean up in a slow, sensual scrub down. A lot of kisses and caresses were shared between us, and we loved every second. When we stepped out, we saw the ruined state of the bed. I took her by the hand and walked us into my room, where we climbed into my smaller Queen-sized bed and cuddled up. We quickly were out for what remained of the night.
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In the morning, I awoke with my morning wood firmly between Mom's thighs and snug to her hot tunnel. I thought to myself, 'Very nice.' I still had my arms around Mom, even if the arm under her was asleep. My hands remained filled with her treasures, my underhand on her breast and the other across her smooth, toned tummy. My nose was filled with the scent of her clean, fragrant hair. I smiled and laid a few butterfly kisses on her swan-like neck. She cooed delightfully as she also began to wake.
Thinking of something new for us, for me anyway, I began slowly rotating my hips. This had the intended effect of bumping Mom's clit each time it swiped the top of her sex. I could feel the heat of her womanhood building, and soon, her moisture was seeping out, as was mine. Mom's hands were firmly rubbing my arms and massaging me for the benefit of simple loving contact. After a few minutes, we simultaneously tilted our pelvises, and I slipped inside Mom's superheated pussy to mutual moans.
Again, I slowly fucked Mom while spooning in a slow, gentle rhythm. When she had two petite orgasms, she slipped from my arms and, giggling, slid under the covers. It was when her mouth took in my hard cock I knew she planned on repaying the favor, maybe getting a morning snack for herself. Mom's tongue lapped up and down my rigid pole, swirling around the crown and lightly tickling that sensitive spot underneath. When she was ready, she took me into her mouth and began sucking gently while bobbing up and down both slowly and in various depths.
She continued this sensual treatment for a few minutes while I laid back and enjoyed her attentions. After a bit, though, I wanted to see her and lifted the covers slightly like I was peeking. Her eyes were bright with love and the passion she had missed for so long as she looked back. She smiled with her mouth full, but what mattered was it was in her eyes, too. I hoped it was in my eyes in equal or greater measure. The sight of my beautiful mother with my cock in her mouth pleasuring me pushed me over in no time.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Mom," I whispered to her.
The fire in her eyes and the smile created a flush and an evident joy in her as she sped up slightly. This all combined to push me over and fill her hot mouth with my seed. She swallowed multiple times without spilling a drop.
Mom crawled back up my body when I was done cumming, kissing her way up until we shared our first morning kiss. Even with the residue of my cum in her mouth, we kissed and tongue wrestled back and forth for a few minutes before coming up for air.
"Good morning, Mom. That was lovely." I mumbled to her.
"Really good morning, Jimmy. I love you, and the way you woke me was awesome. Feel free to do that some more." Her full smile was truly beautiful. I nodded and chuckled in agreement.
We snuggled into each other and cuddled for several more minutes after pulling the covers back over us. Occasionally, we would give each other pecks on the other's lips, cheeks, or whatever was in reach. Eventually, we got up and, after slipping into some PJs, Mom in the top, me in the bottoms. We made our way to the bathroom to relieve our morning bladders before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
We worked together to make pancakes and eggs over easy with tomato juice and coffee. We sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed the meal we had made together, drawing closer still as a man and a woman. My mother looked so sexy in just a pajama top, like in all those old '50s movies we used to watch. More importantly, she had a smile on her face and in her eyes again--something I now realize hadn't been there in a while. While we ate, we discussed what we would be doing that day. We decided on an early movie matinee, then maybe lunch.
After we finished eating, we cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then, we headed up the stairs to get dressed. I followed Mom up, and watching her butt wiggle a bit, I slipped my hand between her thighs, up to her pussy, slipping a finger inside. She moaned and stopped looking over her shoulder at me with a smile, then sank down on my hand before pulling herself off and continuing up to her room with a giggle. I grinned and licked my fingers clean as I followed, heading into my room to dress.
I put on some nice loose dockers, a graphic tee, and a hoodie from college. I slipped socks and sneakers on and filled my pockets with my usual junk before returning downstairs. Mom came down with a knee-length denim skirt and a classy light grey Angora sweater, reminiscent of those '50s actresses she loved watching. She wore low heels and had a small clutch over her shoulder. She had brushed out her hair and given it attention, pulling it lightly back from her face into a hair clasp. Her broad smile was painted with a deep red lipstick. My Mom was the epitome of a classy '50s lady.
Wow, all this for a simple trip to the matinee with your son? You look great, Mom, but you didn't need to get so dressed up. It's just a movie."
Her eyes twinkled at the praise and the compliments. She said, "I'm not just going to the movies. I'm going out with my 'boyfriend' to sit in the dark." Her grin deepened, showing her bright white smile even more.
"Oh, so now I'm your 'boyfriend,' huh? Are you sure I'm not your 'boy toy'? Not that I would mind either title." I kidded her.
"Ooo, I've never had a boy toy. Maybe we will try that on for size. I guess that makes me the 'Cougar' and even a Sugar Mama. Lovely. Let's go, baby, take Momma to the movies. You drive again."
I offered my arm like a proper gentleman, but Mom took my hand instead. Holding hands felt tremendous, and walking Mom to the car was enchanting. She slipped in, and I kissed her with a quick peck on the cheek before closing the door. She grinned at being treated like she was cared for and about. I hopped into the driver's seat and hit the garage door opener.
I backed out and hit the garage door again before asking, "Top up or down, Mom?"
"Leave it up for now, Jimmy Honey. I don't want it to muss my hair, and it's a short drive to the theater anyway." Nodding, I backed out into our street, and we headed off to the local mall and the movie matinee.
We arrived with plenty of time, and after getting tickets and popcorn, my treat, we stepped into the arcade and played a couple of games. I lost most of them as I watched Mom having a fun time. As the showtime neared, we walked to the ticket attendant and were directed to our proper theater. We continued to hold hands, and Mom seemed to have a weight off her shoulders as she acted like a woman half her age. She was intoxicating, and her happiness was infectious. I caught my reflection in the current movie posters with a lopsided grin. I smiled harder.
We found seats near the back in the center. The theater had a few other people, but most were near the screen or several rows in front of us. We settled next to each other, cuddling up like many times on our couch at home, but the atmosphere was charged with potential. Soon, the previews started, and we began nibbling the popcorn and sipping from our shared soda. When the movie started, Mom laid her head on my shoulder, and I leaned into her, laying my head on hers.
We quietly chatted about the previews showing and noted a couple of them to maybe come back and see another time. We continued to hold hands. While I had the popcorn bucket in my lap, my other hand held our soda. Mom would have a few kernels and then feed me a few. I thought it was pretty cute and romantic. When she needed a drink, I lifted the drink so she could drink from the straw. We traded off as the movie began in earnest. After fifteen to twenty minutes, we set aside the popcorn and soda. We cuddled into each other, having lifted the middle armrest for more comfortable access earlier.
Maybe another ten minutes later, Mom took my hand and laid it in her lap. A lap that no longer had a denim skirt covering it. She gently put my hand at her crotch and let go but looked at me and grinned. The first thing I noticed after the lack of a skirt was that there were no panties either. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She grinned back.
I slowly slid my hand down, pushing across her soft, smooth mound. I gently bumped into her clit, and Mom moaned lightly. As I crossed further south down to her warm and wet slit. I wiggled my fingers through her lips and split them all between my fingers. Then I stopped, not moving a millimeter. I waited, teasing Mom. I wanted to see who would flinch first to increase the pleasure she wanted and would soon receive. Before long, Mom pressed her crotch down on my fingers. I slipped my middle finger into her steaming pussy to her slightly louder moan. The movie sounds covered any noises she made for the time being. I continued to gently stroke my finger in and out of Mom's pussy as she got wetter.
Her hand that had been holding mine, the one that's now in her pussy, moved to my lap. She began rubbing my thigh, then moved to my crotch. She rubbed slowly as I began to harden. She moved my cock through my pants to a better position before pulling my belt open and then my zipper down. My hard cock freely tented my undershorts until Mom slipped me through the hole to stroke me slowly. After a few seconds, she was stroking to the rhythm that I was using on her pussy.
Our breathing slowly became faster and more ragged, but we both had mischievous grins on our faces. It was a race to see who got who off first. I won by slipping a second finger into Mom at the last moment. She came noisily, but a sudden noise from the movie covered her as Mom gasped out, "Oh, Jimmy!"
I leaned over and, putting my other hand on the back of her head, pulled her to me for a deep, passionate kiss. Even as her orgasm hit her, Mom never stopped stroking me. Recovering quickly as it was a small one, she leaned down and sucked my raging hard-on into her mouth and, seconds later, took my load down her throat, swallowing every drop.
After licking her lips clean, she whispered, "Soda, please." I grabbed the nearly forgotten drink and offered her a drink. She took three long pulls. Then, she nodded, smiled, and leaned into me, her lips now pursed for a kiss. I obliged her and kissed Mom tenderly but with restrained passion. I slipped my hand from her hot, wet core and sucked my fingers clean, then grinned at her smacking my lips at the deliciousness that is my Mom.
We reset our clothing, and after another twenty minutes, we decided to leave, as neither of us knew what was happening in the movie. We grabbed some lunch to-go from Arby's in the food court and headed home, once again comfortably holding hands. The day had become even more beautiful, and I put the top down for our ride home. Mom let her hair blow in the breeze of our movement, reinforcing the look of her younger age as we went.
When we arrived home, it was less frantic than the day before. I still pulled her into a hot, steamy kiss once in the garage, even before closing the outer door. We walked inside holding hands again, taking our lunch to the kitchen counter. Having a new thought, I placed the food in the microwave to keep it warm.
After removing my hoodie, I took Mom's hand and led her to the dining table.
I sat down with her in front of me, her back to the table and her luscious ass at its edge. Looking into her eyes, I slipped my hands up her soft, creamy thighs under her skirt, pushing it up as I went. When she stood there with her denim skirt pushed up around her waist and her sex exposed, I sat her on the table and gently spread her legs further, exposing her sex to me. Staying with eyes locked together and our breathing becoming more excited, I leaned in and kissed her silky mound. Ever so slowly, I buried my tongue into Mom's soaked pussy lips and began eating her to soft moans and groans.
She leaned back onto the table on her arms, her hands flat on the table, staying up to watch as I devoured her. When I began nibbling her lips gently, she cooed her appreciation. But when I lightly flicked my tongue around her clit she moaned louder. I next kissed and sucked it briefly before returning to her lips and her sopping hole, her juices running thickly as her arousal built. I don't know how long I was there, but I do know she had a few petite orgasms, each time pulling my face into her steaming pussy and groaning louder each time. For my final trick, I pushed her legs higher from behind her knees and added licking her little pucker to slight flinches of unexpected pleasure from Mom.
I continued to build her pleasure the last time, pushing and nudging her higher as I lapped, kissed, and nibbled her to her biggest orgasm of the session. When she came, it was tremendous for us both. Mom came hard and even squirted some, covering my face and upper shoulders before it dribbled down my chest afterward.
Mom screamed out her pleasure, her arms failing her the final bit as she flopped back onto the table and hollered out, "OH, JIMMY! EAT ME, BABY BOY! YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUUUUMMMM AGAIN! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!"
I pulled back and watched as Mom shivered and shook through her orgasm. Her hair became a little messy, having the added effect of making her more beautiful. While her chest rose and fell in gasps and wheezes, pushing her tits tight to her sweater. Some of her nectar seeped from her hyper-stimulated pussy, and I leaned in and lightly slurped it up, reveling in the taste that is my mother. When she could, she pushed back up onto her elbows, looking at me with tremendous love but a hot lust burning in her eyes, too. I grinned, and she grinned back.
"Ready for lunch now, Mom? I've already had a snack, but I should probably eat some food, too."
We laughed together as she started to slip from the table. I helped her down right into my lap, and we kissed hard for several seconds. I held her by one-half of her tight apple bottom as the other hand rubbed her upper back. Mom's arms had wrapped tightly around my neck and shoulders. When our kissing broke, the look we shared proved the rest of the day would be interesting.
Mom stood back up, pulled down her denim skirt, and went to the microwave for the food. I looked down into my lap and found a nice-sized wet spot over my crotch. I had a bulge in my shorts beneath it. I knew that erection would be freed soon enough and put into Mom with vigor and enjoyment for us both.
We ate in companionable silence of our barely warm Arby's, but the food was just a means to an end. We both knew we would need fuel to keep our energy up for the rest of the afternoon. I finished first and started cleaning up the refuse of our fast food meal. As I took Mom's wrappers and stuff, I also leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her neck in a hot, long smooch. I kissed her at the juncture of her neck and shoulder first, then again under her ear at that spot that I now know gets her motor running full tilt. She moaned appreciatively. I moved away before she could grab on, teasing her a bit more and dodging her grasping hands. I dumped all the trash before returning, taking Mom by the hand and leading her to her bedroom.
I brought her to the small open area before the bed and softly kissed her with my hands, cupping her face. I held the kiss for as long as it took for us to run out of air. We broke, nearly gasping for breath. Mom's eyes opened, sparkling and full of want. I then moved my hands slowly down her neck, across her shoulders, and down to her waist. I pulled her in for another kiss, but this one was brief before my hands slipped beneath the hem of her sweater. I lifted gently until it popped off above her head, but not before holding her arms trapped and kissing her with her eyes covered and arms captured. Mom moaned, and her hips wiggled subtly.
With the sweater removed, I stared into Mom's eyes, our foreheads pressed lightly together. After lightly tossing the sweater into a nearby chair, I reached back around and unclasped Mom's bra, a cute, light blue, and nearly sheer one. It joined the sweater soon after. Lastly, I went for her denim skirt, unbuckling her thin belt and the button before slowly lowering the zipper. We heard each tooth separating as I unzipped it. I let the skirt fall to the floor, and a now naked Mom stared back at me, her breathing fast at the erotic seduction I was performing. I kissed her tenderly, taking her in my arms. We stood that way for nearly a minute, kissing again.
It was Mom's turn to break the kiss as she began undressing me. She started nearly the same, removing my shirt first with our foreheads back together again. I rubbed our noses together in Eskimo kisses like when I was a kid. She smiled broadly at the memory. When my shirt was removed, she did the same trick of trapping my arms and upper face in my shirt to kiss my lips, this time with more passion. Tossing my shirt aside, she quickly undid my belt and pants, with them joining her skirt and my tee on the floor. I stepped from them plus leaned down to take off my sneakers and socks quickly. I also carefully removed Mom's heels.
As I stood again, we returned to that previously passionate kiss, and I slowly stepped us back to her bed. I picked Mom up again by her ass and laid her back down on the bed. This time immediately slipping my hard cock into her tight, wet love tunnel. We moaned together as I filled Mom with my cock. I pumped slowly a few times to ensure I was well-lubricated before ramping up my speed to pump quickly but not overly hard yet. We kissed with fire and passion as I pumped away at Mom's steaming center. I gave her another small orgasm while she moaned into our kiss.
I then flipped her over into doggy and pumped her to another orgasm in quick order. She moaned out her pleasure across the new bedspread. I then pulled her up, and we walked into my room before I laid back and tugged her into my lap to have her ride me cowgirl a bit. I had her turn around after a few minutes, and she rode me in reversed cowgirl while I held onto her from behind, mauling her tits, especially her hardened nipples. Her moans were getting louder as her womanhood got wetter and wetter.
After she came again, I pushed on her back lightly, and she climbed off me. I then pulled her out to the living room and put her spread out on the couch after closing the drapes down to a crack. I dove back into her soaked pussy and went to town, slurping, licking, and kissing up all her juices I could capture. When she was 'cleaned up,' I jumped straight to her hardened clit, and she screamed out a new wordless orgasm. While she came down, I stroked into her a few times, firmly bottoming out each time.
Next, I took her back to the kitchen and bent her over the counter, and I took her from behind for several minutes and another tiny cum for Mom. We moved onto the laundry room, where I set her on the washer and pounded her for another few minutes, watching her cum again. Mom became more and more lovely the more she was serviced. Her hair became a wild mess, and the clip was long gone. The sex sweat covering our bodies added a glimmering sheen to us as we continued to fuck all over the house, moving from one room to the next.
I moved us from the laundry back to the living room and onto my former father's recliner. I put Mom on her back across the seat, pulling her ass right to the edge and then folding her legs up nearly to her ears. I then looked at her, a grin on my face, and without warning, took her asshole like before with a little more passion. I pushed in slowly, all at once, without the pauses from before. Her eyes went wide as I pushed in, and she moaned loud enough I thought she might rattle a filling loose.
I fucked Mom's ass in my father's recliner to another massive orgasm, this one a double, she told me after, one from her pussy and a nearly simultaneous anal one. Her first anal orgasm ever. She covered us both with her squirt, the chair, and the carpet beneath us. When she came, of course, she pulled me right along, and I came, filling Mom's luscious ass with my new load. She moaned again just as I did, feeling my seed pump into my mother again.
Still with Mom impaled, I picked her up, spun us around, and sat back in the chair with her facing me. We kissed again, more gently and tenderly, her legs splaying beside us like a frog. Occasionally, she would wiggle her hips, feeling my cock still stuffed firmly into her asshole. She'd moan and grin, then kiss me harder. When I started to feel myself soften, I picked her up again and walked us into her bedroom and into her en suite bath and shower. We stepped in just as my cock unplugged her ass, and my fluids inside popped free. The resulting splatter made us both giggle, and I kissed Mom hard again. We both looked at the cum dripping freely from both of Mom's well-used holes.
Mom giggled, "That tickles a little, but oh, so hot. My Son fucked me well all afternoon, and I loved it. I love you, Jimmy. Truly, you are the man I meant you to become. I'm glad you're nothing like your father." We kissed long, deep, and tenderly for a few minutes before getting chilled and turning the shower on.
We washed slowly and sensually, thoroughly enjoying being in there together. I rinsed but didn't wash Mom's hair again. We were both well-scrubbed and pink-skinned when we stepped out. We dried each other, fondling and caressing each other as we smiled into each other's gazes. We returned to Mom's bedroom, and she shooed me out to get dressed comfortably for the remainder of the evening and suggested I do as well.
I quickly dressed in a new tee and cotton house shorts, foregoing skivvies because I wanted the boys to be free. I stepped from my bedroom and went into the kitchen in search of drinks. I poured Mom a glass of wine and grabbed a Coke for myself. I met her in the living room as she stepped from her bedroom. I marveled at the simple beauty of my mother in a shiny silk robe coming down to her knees. The pattern appeared to be birds in flight, swallows, I think.
"Looking good, Mom. Is that a new robe? I like it either way." She blushes lightly at the new compliment.
"No, Honey, I've had this for a few years but only wore it a few times. He never appreciated the simple things I did to entice him. Now I have a new 'Man,' in every sense of the word, to entice and appreciate me. I love you, Jimmy. I'm glad you seduced me yesterday. Your love is all I need from now on, both as my son and my lover. Are you okay with that, Jimmy? Will you take care of your old Mom from now on as my loving son and partner?" Her eyes shone with love by the bushel, but there was a little doubt.
I set the drinks down and folded her into my arms, hugging her tightly. I kissed her neck like earlier, beneath her ear. She shivered and squeezed me tighter.
I leaned back and said, "Mom, I'm Your Man from now on. Before I make any decision, I will consult you regarding your wishes and desires for Us. We may not be able to marry, but if you are willing, you will be My Wife in all other things. Is that what you wanted to hear? Because I don't think I could love you anymore, either as my mother or my lover. The last 48 hours have been the best of my life, and I hope yours, too."
Tears started rolling down her cheeks, accompanied by a demure smile at the love I was showing her. She nodded, as nothing would come out when she opened her mouth to reply.
I leaned back in and kissed her again gently and tenderly with a bit of passion for the woman in my arms and the life I imagined for us. We kissed for a few minutes like that before moving to the couch to continue kissing gently for many minutes. Neither of us cared how long. When we finished, I flipped on the TV, and we watched a little nonsense show. Mom sipped her wine, and I had my Coke.
When it was time, we got up and went into the kitchen. After a minor cleanup of that afternoon's remainders, we worked together to make a simple pasta dinner with side salads and more wine for us both. Our loving gazes rarely left each other's throughout our meal. More than once, I surprised Mom with a blown kiss at her. She would return one as immediately as she could. Once, she used the side of her wine glass to push her lips against it like she was kissing me. Another with sauce-covered lips as she had just pushed a forkful of pasta into her mouth. We both giggled throughout the meal at our simple and sweet antics.
When we were finished, we moved to do the cleanup quickly and efficiently. We rinsed everything, and it all went into a now-full dishwasher. I threw in a pod and started it before leading Mom back to the couch, a fresh glass of wine for us both. We snuggled up and stared into each other's eyes for several seconds before I gave her a peck on the nose, to which she giggled, and then I grabbed the remote, looking for a movie. I went through a couple of our streaming services, taking about fifteen minutes, before settling on one I had seen before with an old girlfriend, and I was sure Mom hadn't seen it. Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
watched her as much as I watched the movie, as different funny and poignant scenes played out. We continued to sip our wines but equally kissed when commercials came on. When it was over, Mom grabbed the remote and flipped it back to regular cable and onto a music channel playing soft rock. It started with the perfect song, 'Hello' by Lionel Ritchie.
Then, Mom stood and put her hand out, saying, "Dance with me, Jimmy." I grinned and took her hand. We stepped over between the TV and coffee table and gently swayed together as we danced to several songs, rubbing, caressing, and kissing away. After those songs, we paused for a sip or two of our wines before returning to dancing.
When our wine was gone, Mom took me by the hand and led me back to her bedroom. We quickly remade the bed with fresh sheets, leaving all the dirty stuff in the corner for tomorrow. When the bed was ready, Mom turned to me and said, "Take my robe off, Jimmy."
I stepped to her, kissing her first, and then slowly pulled the tie loose from her silky robe. She tugged at the lapels as it came loose, and it fell to the floor. Underneath, she had on a gorgeous Mint Green sheer teddy that did nothing to hide but everything to accentuate her incredible figure. She stepped into my arms and kissed me with passion, and I returned the kiss wholeheartedly.
Breaking the kiss, she said, "Take me to bed, Jimmy. Make love to your Wife and love me as I will love you the rest of my days."
"I'd be honored to." Then I gave her a little mischievous smile and asked, "But who am I making love to tonight? My Mom, my hot girlfriend Susie, or my sexy Susan, the best homemaker ever?"
"You'll have all of us every day and night from now on, Jimmy. But right now, it's Susan, the loving woman taking her new lover to bed for the first night of the rest of our lives."
With an intense look, I reply, "I'll take all that, and I hope to give it back in equal measure. Our love is unique, and I plan to cherish it forever." I then leaned in and kissed Susan passionately as we lay down on Our bed. I covered us with the sheet and first light blanket, leaving the comforter on the bed foot. We kissed, cuddled, and fondled long into the night. I regularly slipped between her legs and made love to my new 'wife,' and I loved every minute of bringing her multiple orgasms. I was not worried about my own, but when the time came, Susan went down on me and swallowed every drop.
She returned to me with the quip, "I don't want to have to clean the sheets again before we wash the other ones." We chuckled and cuddled up again after pulling the comforter into place. We drifted off, holding each other snugly, our arms and legs intertwined, our breathing matching as we lay peacefully in love with and for each other.