My name is Allen. My friends call me Al but my mother has always called me by my full name, Allen. My mother is Samantha and is quite attractive for being a little over 40. She is light skinned, thin, with brown hair and brown eyes. She has not been an outdoors person which is perhaps why her skin looks very youthful. I have a good relationship with my parents which is perhaps they don't mind me living at home with I go to the local junior college.
Last year my mother was watching some ballroom dance program on our local PBS station. It sparked an old argument between my mother and my father. Mom likes to dance and my father does not. She has been after him for several years to take dancing lessons but my dad is uncomfortable on the dance floor. I have seen him at weddings and he is a klutz. My mother should know better but she brings up the subject now and then. This time after my father refused, my mother asked if I would take lessons with her. If I had still been in high school I probably have said no as high school mentality would have thought dancing lessons were for homos. Since I was in junior college, I had a different outlook on life and no one at the college really knew me like my friends from high school.
I told my mother that I would go one time and see if I liked it or not. I thought there might be some interesting women at the dance classes to hook up with. Mom was sort of self conscious about taking lessons too as her friends would gossip if they knew she was taking classes. On evening Mom took me to a private dance studio on the rich side of town where we took the first lesson for free. I was to be my mother's partner, at least at the beginning. The first lesson was some simple steps and it was fun. Then the instructor came for a decision to have more lessons which was at a cost. I saw some other attractive women in the class that I would like to know and told my mother that I would like to dance some more. She never mentioned that I was her son and noticed the admiring glances from others as she danced with someone half her age. She had enjoyed the attention and the dancing, agreeing to pay for lessons.
Every Tuesday evening, we would tell my father goodbye and go to the dance studio for lessons. Actually I found the lessons to be fun and Mom was a good dance partner. Most of the other women in the class were attached to their dance partners and defeated my original purpose for taking lessons. Mom still got the admiring looks from others as we glided across the parquet floor. We were taking traditional ballroom dancing such as waltzes or foxtrots, and by the tenth lesson, we were pretty good.
The instructor asked us to participate in a local dance contest that the studio sponsored. It was no great contest but we thought it might be fun and entered. A few weekends later, Mom and I arrived at this fancy hotel ballroom surrounded by many local dance couples. Mom had me put on a tuxedo with long tails and she was dressed in a formal gown. Numbered cloths were pinned to out outfits and we waited to be called to the dance floor. It really gave us a thrill to hear our names, "Allen and Samanthaaaaaaaa" come over the loud speaker as we headed to the dance floor. We were so nervous as the music started that neither of us remembered much of what we did after the music ended. We must have done well as we got fifth place in the contest.
Mom thought that we hadn't done too badly for beginners. We agreed that we saw other couples who danced better than us but didn't place. After the ballroom dancing was over, the contest was open for latin dancing. We watched as couples competed doing the tango, the rumba, and the cha-cha. It was very fast and furious compared to the ballroom dances. While they danced, mom asked if I would like to do those dances and take a new set of lessons. I told her that it looked fun and that I would probably like it better. The next week mom signed us up for a new set of dance lessons and bought new dancing tights for ourselves.
I wasn't too comfortable wearing the dance tights at first but after the first lesson, I saw why they were necessary. The dances were very active and strenuous. The dancers at the contest made it look so easy but latin dancing is very hard work. I didn't know how my mother felt about the dancing but I was somewhat uncomfortable during the first lesson as the dancing involved much more touch than traditional ballroom dancing. The dancing involved a lot of touching between partners which is sensual and sometimes outright sexually. I didn't know if I should be touching my mother that way even if it was part of the dance. After the lesson was over and we were driving home, Mom asked if I wanted to stop for an ice cream.
"Sure" I said, "That sounds really good right now. That latin dancing is more of a workout than I thought."
"OK" my mother smiled, "I know what you mean by a workout. I am already getting sore muscles and this is only the first lesson. I think that Ice Cream Ice Cream has opened for the season. Want to see if they are open?"
"Sure, that's my fav place" I said, "Best ice cream in town."
Mom exited the interstate beltway headed for our favorite ice cream stand. I could see within a few blocks that their neon sign was on and they were open for business. "We are in luck, they are open!" said my mother. We parked and stood in line to place our order. It was always crowded and after 20 minutes we finally placed our order which was ready in seconds. We found an empty table to sit at and began to sample the first good ice cream of the year.
"Man, I miss this stuff over the winter. How is yours?" I asked.
"Ummm really good!" smiled Samantha as she returned to licking her tongue over the ball of ice cream sitting on a vanilla flavored waffle cone.
"I wish this place was open year round." I stated between bites of my concrete. "Normally, I'm not hungry after the dance lessons but this tastes so good after that workout." I glanced at my mother who was licking her ice cream and a thought came to me that I hadn't thought before. I wondered how Dad likes that tongue action? Then I thought, don't be thinking about mom like that.
"So how do you like the latin dancing?" asked my mother.
"It was a lot more fun than waltzing" I said as mom snaked her tongue into the cone and retrieved the last of her ice cream into her mouth."
Samantha smiled and said, "This stuff is so good. Yeah, I really liked it better too. There is more movement. I guess the dancing isn't so stiff. Kind of like how I danced when I was younger."
"I bet you were a good dancer back then." I said.
"I did OK" my mother grinned, "High school dances were so much fun. Latin dancing like we danced to back then but with more closeness and touching."
"Are you OK with that?" I mumbled.
"Well sure!" said my mother in surprise, "Aren't you?"
"I feel kind of funny" I said looking into the cup of concrete, "There is a lot of touching legs and stuff. It's not like I don't like touching a girl's legs but touching you is.....well not the same."
"Oh don't feel that way" smiled my mother, "It is how you do those dances. I'm OK with it. As your dance partner I expect you to touch me. I thought you were holding back when we danced and though you didn't like the dance. I see that you were self conscious about it."
"I'm glad we had a chance to talk about it" I smiled, "I like the latin dancing but didn't want you to think I was doing something I shouldn't."
"Oh of course not!" laughed my mom who then gave me a big hug.
We placed our paper trash in the waste containers and left for home. We made casual conversation on the way home but in the back of my mind, I was thinking about my pretty mother licking the ice cream and her hug felt like something more. The following Tuesday, we were back on the dance floor. During the practice sessions, I was secretly enjoying running my hand up my mother's leg and stomach during the dancing. My mother seemed more enthusiastic than before and really wrapped her legs tightly around me. The sessions are normally quite a workout and the sweat pouring from our bodies only enhanced the sexual feelings I began to have. After the dance session was over, we stood beside our car for a few minutes and let the cool breeze of late spring cool off our bodies.
"Who thought that dancing would work up such a sweat." I said as I opened the car door. Mom pulled her damp hair along the side of her head with her fingers and then slid into the driver's seat. "Better than aerobics." she smiled, "That was some workout."
"I think we really did well this evening." I said while letting out a yawn.
"I do too." said Samantha as the engine turned over, "It was hard at first to get the steps right but I think we really got it down. You are so much more into it and relaxed than last time."
"Yeah" I said, "It seemed much easier today than last week."
"Well" smiled my mother, "I think you are more comfortable dancing with me than last week. Don't you think?"
"Yes I am" I said, "I do like this type of dancing better than ballroom. You think we could get good enough to compete in the next contest?"
"Maybe" said my mother, "I think you are a little over confident right now. I know that I am not ready and it may be a lot lessons and practice before we can do that. Those couples at the contest were really good. I think we were very lucky to get fifth at ballroom and not so lucky right now at latin dancing"
"I know" I said quietly, "But I can still dream about it."
"You can always dream" she said, "No cost or harm in that. I think it's good that you like this enough to have those thoughts. I would like to get that good too. I am so glad you are enjoying this with me. It is the one thing that I have always wanted to do but never could."
"I'm glad this is something we can share." I said, "Don't think badly of Dad. You know he is no dancer."
"I know", Mom sighed, "You don't get it from him. Your dancing ability comes from my side of the family. I know he is clumsy on the dance floor but I had just wished he would have tried some lessons. Just for me... I guess you might understand that when you are married. Your father and I are very much in love but there are things that sometimes leaves parts of the marriage unsatisfied. Dancing is ours."
"Well, I guess I will find that out someday" I said quietly, "Be a long time before I'm married though."
"Just takes the right girl" smiled my mother, "One day... Anybody special in your life lately?"
"Not at the moment." I sighed, "I haven't made a good connection at junior college yet. I thought there might be something at the dance studio but..."
"I know" joked my mother, "They are all taken. I was surprised that most of the dance partners are attached. Although you do get some looks form the girls when your dance."
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Oh sure." smiled my mother, "Especially from that blonde Cathy. She looks at you all the time. I'm surprised her husband hasn't said something to her."
"Well as long as he doesn't get pissed at me." I said, "He doesn't look like anyone I would want to cross."
"As long as you are not paying attention to her" said my mother, "It's their problem."
"I wasn't" I said, "I really have to concentrate on the steps. All my thoughts are on you."
"Nice ones I hope" grinned Samantha.
"Mom!" I exclaimed.
"I was just teasing" she smiled, "But you know when some of the other couples dance... you know some of the moves are very sexual and I've noticed that some of the men get a little hard. If you know what I mean."
"Mom!" I exclaimed again.
Samantha smiled, "I just wanted to tell you it is OK if that happens. I know you haven't been with another girl for awhile and it is a natural response when touches go a certain way."
"I can't believe you are talking to me about this." I said.
"Well, I am only being honest." smiled my mother, "If it happens, I don't want you to be embarrassed about it. Things like that happen to guys. They go back to normal"
"Mom you are something else!" as I broke into laughter.
Mom shared the laughter as it eased an uncomfortable subject for me. "Besides, everyone thinks we are a couple and no one would think much of it anyway. They seem to be a very liberal bunch."
I nodded, "You get some very interesting looks for them yourself. I think some of the older couples are jealous of you."
Mom smiled, "I know. They wonder what I am doing with someone half my age. They wish it was them. Honestly, at my age, I enjoy those looks. Hope you don't mind a little ego trip on my own."
"It's OK" was all I could say as we pulled into the driveway. I immediately went into my room, changed into my robe, and headed for the shower. I exited the bathroom some time later and passed my mother in the hallway. She was in her robe and headed for the shower as well. We smiled as we passed and then I went into my room. I sat on my bed and thought about our conversion home. I did start to get hard during several of the dance routines but tried to hide it or think about things to make my cock get soft. I guess I could not fool my mother. Then I wondered if she was as naked under her robe as I was in mine? I chuckled at myself and then rested on my bed, drifting to sleep.
I was almost asleep when I heard a loud thud. I woke up sharply wondering what was that noise? It was quiet, then I heard that sound again and it seemed to come from the wall next to my bed. That wall was adjacent with the main bathroom. I got up and stood close to the wall to see if I could tell what was going on. I could barely hear the water running in the shower. I leaned next to the wall and placed my ear against it. The sound of the shower had a far away echo quality and I could barely hear some voices. Then I heard my mother giggle loudly and my father's voice telling her to keep quiet.
My mom and Dad were in the shower together. The thought of Mom and Dad having fun in the shower never occurred to me before but they apparently had a lot of spring in their love life. I began to picture how my mother would look naked in the shower. She had a thin petite body which I could tell from the dance tights. The I pictured her naked with her wet hair pulled back under the shower with no make up. Without thinking, I had my cock pulled out from my briefs and was stroking it while intently listening. I could hear splats of water hit the shower floor as the shower sound droned in the background. Then mom began to moan as an occasional thud resounded through the wall. I stroked harder as I imagined my naked mother getting fucked in the shower. As her moans became louder in the echo of the wall, I felt my cock start to spasm and I could not stop from cumming. Several shots of hot cum landed in the palm of my hand as I tried to keep from dripping it on the carpet.
I moved away from the wall thinking about what to do as my cum covered my hands and the smell of cum filled the room. I found an unused notebook from school and wiped my sticky hands against the slick notebook paper inside. I closed the notebook and placed it in my trashcan. I placed my ear against the wall again and was just in time to hear the water being shut off and the sound of voices too low to understand. I climbed back into bed and tried to wipe the remaining cum against my body to dry. I was almost asleep when my bedroom door opened slightly and a shaft of the hallway light poured into my room. I pretended to be asleep but knew it was my mom checking on me. The door closed quickly and quietly but I knew my mom smelled cum in the room.
The next morning, I opened my bedroom window and throw the notebook into the backyard. I figured I could safely place it in the garbage cans from there. I dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen. I could tell that Dad had already gone into work and Mom was probably still asleep. I quietly went out the back door, retrieved the notebook from the lawn, and shoved it deep into the garbage can. I returned to the kitchen and began to make some breakfast. Halfway through my cereal, mom came into the kitchen dressed in a large white bathrobe. After exchanging some good mornings and small talk, she began to make her breakfast. I could see from that satisfied smile on her face and figured she had a good time last night. At the same time I wondered if part of that smile was about what the smell in my room last night too. I left for classes and the remaining week was life as normal.
The next dance session was more sexual than before. The instructor was teaching us a bolero dance which is a slow dance with a lot of touching and embracing. After the session, the instructor said that we had a good feel for the dance especially after just the first lesson. He inquired if we would be interested in doing an extra practice session on Saturday. The instructor thought with some extra practice sessions that we could get good enough to compete in the local contest. We agreed and the instructor even offered to let us use some of the studio's dance outfits to practice in. Later Mom told my father about the extra practice and he didn't mind. It gave him a chance to do some repairs around the house without being bothered.
That Saturday we met our instructor at the studio. It seemed that we were the only couple to show up. He was pleased to see us but disappointed that no one else came. He had already picked out two outfits and handed a black clothing bag each one of us. We went into the bathrooms to change. I changed from my street clothes into this outfit which had a red shirt which was cut open down the center of the chest to the beltline and black pants which fit but was tailored to be tight around the butt and the crouch area. The shirt had these black ruffles going down the sleeves which are common for latin dance outfits but I personally thought it was more homo than macho to wear. I walked out to the dance floor where our instructor was playing with a music CD and waited for mom to come out.
The instructor gave me a nod of approval then my mother walked out of the women's restroom. She looked fantastic in this yellow outfit. The top was cut low to barely cover her breasts exposing her shoulders and waist. Black fringe hung from the sleeves that connected to the cut top. The outfit had yellow panties with some black fringe connected at the waist and matching yellow fishnet stockings. Mom twirled on the dance floor to give us a look and we applauded in response. She walked past me on the dance floor, looked at my outfit, and gave me a big approving smile. I watched her as she past by and could see that the back of the panties were very sheer. Her butt cheeks are very visible as they moved up and down behind the black hanging fringe.
The instructor started the music and instructed our movements as we danced in flashes of red, black, and yellow across the floor. The bolero is a very sexually dance with a lot of hand touching, hugging, and grasping your partner between both legs. I was getting a hard on from the dance as I ran my hand along the inside of mom's thigh but the tight pants held everything in. There were movements that seemed like my mother has dry humping my hip as she grasped my upper thigh between her legs before pirouetting away. We had been working with the instructor for about a half hour when his cell phone rang. We took a break with he answered his call. The instructor finished his call and told us that he had a small family emergency at home. We could leave or if we wanted to, stay and practice for an hour or two. He would be back in about two hours or less. Mom and I decided to stay and our instructor left. He told us lock the door after he left as there had been a rash of burglaries in the neighborhood lately.
Mom and I were alone on the dance floor. It was the first time we had ever been in the studio by ourselves or for that matter even dancing by ourselves. The CD was still playing music as we began to shake it up across the dimly light dance floor. With no one else there, mom seemed to be more expressive and sensual in her dancing. Her leg grasping was tighter and her hands moved more softly during the dance. I was getting really worked up and my cock was hurting as it strained against the tight dance pants. In one move, mom had both her legs around my left leg and then swung her hips where they pushed against my crouch. I knew she could feel how hard I was. In the next move, I held her hand high in the air as she spun away from me and then I pulled her back towards me.
She landed with her back against my chest with my right arm around her waist and my left arm still holding her hand. Pausing momentarily I could feel my mother's nearly naked butt pressing against my crouch. That pause seemed to last for an eternity. In the next movement I was suppose to raise her hand as she would again pirouette away from me. Instead, I slid my hand from around mom's waist and into her panties. To this day, I don't know consciously know why I did it. I just did it. I heard my mother gasp for breath as my hand touched her pussy. To my surprise, she was shaved bare! Mom grabbed my forearm and tried to pull my hand out.
"Allen" she cried, "Please don't"
I was stronger and easily kept my hand in her panties. She was wet and my finger easily slid between her pussy lips and on her clit.
I was silent as mom said again, "Allen! Please! Don't do this!"
Mom ceased her struggling as my finger quickly rubbed on her clit. Her hand stopped pulling at my forearm as she began to breathe harder. Her body relaxed and she began to lightly moan and could hear her barely whisper, "Damn you Allen." My fingers began to move her clit in a firm circular motion as her body began to stiffen. She let out a pleasurable cry which echoed on the empty dance floor. Then she whispered, "Oh Allen, faster, faster." I rubbed her clit as fast as I could until she yelled out again and then became limp in my arms. Mom began to catch her breath between light moans.
I loosen my embrace on my mother and withdrew my wet finger from her panties. She regained her calm and turned around towards me. I could not read the look on her face but I thought she was going to get slapped as she began to raise her hands. Instead of feeling a painful whack across my cheek, mom placed her hands softly on each side of my face and arched upwards to kiss me. It wasn't a motherly kiss but a soft wet passionate one and then her tongue slipped between my lips. I held my mother tight as I enjoyed this new pleasure of her lips and tongue on mine. I could feel her nipples press through her yellow top against my bare exposed chest and her wet panties soaked into the material of my black slacks. She pulled her tongue from my lips and gave me an impish grin. Her hands glided down my chest as she slid down to kneel on the floor.
She unzipped my slacks and unbuttoned the waist. With a slight tug at the waist, my slacks and briefs were moved down to my upper thighs. My hard cock was free and slightly bobbing in front of my mother's face. Precum was already oozing from the head. She took my cock with one hand and steadily glided my head between her lips. Pausing for a moment, she licked across my cock head then pushed the rest of my cock inch by inch into her mouth. It was the greatest feeling I had ever received from a blow job. She kept my cock entirely in her mouth and it felt like I was going down her throat. All the pleasurable sensations came from her mouth and tongue movements. I was so turned on that I came quickly. I groaned and shot load after pleasurable load into my mother's mouth. I look down at my mother as the pleasure lifted from my mind. Her eyes were closed and her throat moved with each swallow of my load.
She slowly released my half limp cock from her mouth and looked up at me with a big smile. Then Mom lay completely flat on the dance floor and stared at the ceiling tiles while I sat down on the floor next to her with my slacks and briefs still around my knees. We were silent for awhile and didn't know what to say to each other. I decided to break the ice.
"Mom that was great!" I said, "I'm sorry if you are mad at me and I don't know why I did it but it was great."
Mom still looking upward smiled, "I know. It felt so good. We shouldn't have done that. I guess the dancing was too much for us but we shouldn't have gone this for." Then she looked at my face and still smiled, "But since we have...I guess we have crossed some invisible line or rule."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Mom raised herself where she was sitting next to me. She giggled slightly as she saw me with my clothing still around my knees. "Allen you are something else! Either pull up your pants or take them off. You look silly sitting there." I raised my hips and pulled them back to my waist. "I am not mad at you Allen or anything like that. I surprised and shocked when you put your hand in there and I did want you to stop. I still would have not been mad at you if you had stopped. But you didn't and I didn't either. I enjoyed my son fingering me and I enjoyed sucking off my son. So, we have crossed some line."
"I guess we have. It has been so hard to resist the temptation especially since we are touching each other so much during the dances." I said.
"Honestly, I have been feeling the same way towards you." said my mother. "You try to resist because this kind of love between a mother and son is forbidden. I guess it was a combination of the costumes, the dance, the empty studio, and the opportunity. I couldn't resist either."
"So now what?" I asked
"I guess we need to think about this for awhile." She said quietly. "Either we treasure this moment between us and not do it again. Or....."
"Or?" I asked.
"Or we continue to enjoy each other's company." She said quietly.
"Mom, whatever you decide is fine with me." I said, "I really enjoyed this afternoon with you and would love to do this again. But I respect you and if this is it, then I will always have it as one of the great moments in my life."
Mom smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Let me think about it."
We heard some noise at the front door and heard our instructor's voice calling out. We quickly rose to our feet and straighten our costumes. Our instructor apologized so taking so long and asked how the practice went. Mom answered for us and faked how well the practice went. The instructor offered to stay with us and practice more but mom said she was tired and declined his offer. We changed back into our street clothes and thanked our instructor before leaving. It was a very quiet ride home and very quiet during dinner although my mother kept looking at me funny and grinning on occasion. I was getting uncomfortable about that afternoon and decided to go out with some old friends from high school who came home from college for the weekend. I had a good time with my old buddies and really didn't have the chance to think about that afternoon. I slipped into the house around two in the morning and immediately went to sleep.
I began to wake up around noon the next day. I realized it was Sunday and the high sun was illuminating my bedroom. I thought that mom was shaking me to wake me up and thought it was part of a dream as I was waking. As I came to consciousness and really opened my eyes, I realized mom was in bed with me. She was as naked as I was.
"Hey sleepy head." smiled my mother. "Have a good time last night?"
"Mom, what are you doing here?" I panicked, "What if Dad catches us. Catches you here?"
Mom chuckled and said, "He is on his way to the ballgame with some friends from work. He would be back for three or four hours."
"Oh" was all I could mutter.
Mom pulled the sheets to the side of the bed and said, "Time to rise and shine." I looked down at my naked body and then looked at my naked mother next to me. It was the first time I had seen her completely nude. She had beautiful round breasts with large nipples. I stared at the shaven pussy that I fingered yesterday and it made my cock get hard. "I see you have woke up already" grinned my mother.
"Sorry Mom" I said soundly really stupid.
"Allen, I have given everything a lot of thought" smiled my mom, "And I think,,, no.. I want to keep our relationship on the more sensual side. I haven't felt like this since I was much younger. I love your father and he is quite satisfying in bed. But..yesterday.. excited me more than I ever felt in years and I want more of that feeling."
"Mom I felt really weird last night" I said, "And wasn't sure of my feelings either. I can't deny that I enjoyed making love with you yesterday and want more too! But what about Dad?"
"Well" said my mother, "We can't tell him about this or let him suspect. I don't feel like I am cheating on him since it is with you. It is outside of the realm of cheating but he would kill both of us if he knew."
"Oh I know" I retorted back. "I guess we should explore this more and see what happens?"
"Yessss" mom said in a whisper as she snuggled next to me and placed her lips on mine. I embraced my mother and felt her naked breasts flatten against my chest. My heart was racing and I felt so excited and so alive to have my naked mother press tightly against me. I could understand exactly what she felt. It was so forbidden and exciting to break the rules as my mother touched me and I touched her. I couldn't believe that I was going to fuck my mother and the thought of it drove me wild. Soon our tongues were intertwined in our mouths as we savored wet French kisses. My hand roamed over mom's body and new sensations filled my head with each new body part to touch. Her hand targeted my cock and began to stroke it while my hand found a familiar shaved wet pussy. Mom broke off our kiss and wickedly smiled as I began to kiss down her neck and chest. She softly moaned as I began suck on her nipples and finger her clit. Her hand on my cock began to pump harder and faster. As her hand moved faster, I responded as my lips sucked her nipple harder and my finger moved faster on her clit. Mom screamed out in pleasure then returned to a slower cock stroking.
I ran my wet tongue from one nipple, crossed to her other breast, and began to suck on her other nipple. Mom let out a moan of approval. My fingers began to explore more than yesterday afternoon as they worked her clit and began to push into her pussy. Mom rolled on her back, spread her legs, and just enjoyed the pleasure of her son sucking on her breasts, fingering her clit, and finger fucking her pussy. My hand was soaking wet from Mom's pussy and I was dripping precum from my cock onto the bed sheets. Mom had this satisfied look on her face, then she stiffen, and pushed her hips against my hand. She let out a beautiful sound as several orgasms cruised through her body one after another. I removed my hand and watched my mother enjoy the pleasure that swept through her body. I felt so proud that I could make her feel so wonderful.
Mom's eyes slowly opened and a broad grin came across her face. She looked directly into my eyes and said softly, "Allen, that felt so good. You made me feel so wonderful." She stretched out her arms towards me and I knew it was time to cross another line. I rolled between mom's outstretched arms and legs to lay on top of her. I felt her warm hands embrace around my back and felt her warm pleasurable body under mine. I began to move my hips over hers and let my cock press hard between me and her pussy. Mom moaned more as my cock wedged between her naked pussy lips and rubbed against her clit. She began to move her hips in a slight up and down motion which make my cock rub more on her clit. My cock was very wet from her pussy lips and my precum. I nervously reached now and guided my cock past her pussy lips to her pussy hole. I held my cock head there as a now or never feeling filled my mind.
Mom smiled reassuringly at me and said, "God Allen, push it in. I can't take all this teasing. Baby, I need your cock in me. Fuck me, fuck your mommy!"
Those last three words drove me over the edge as I slowly slid my cock into my mother. I pushed in until I couldn't push any further. Mom let out a pleasurable sigh in my ear. I couldn't believe it that I was fucking my mother and it felt sooooo good. Her pussy felt tight but not like the firm grip of younger pussy that I fucked. It didn't really matter as I was so excited knowing my cock was in mom and she loved it. I started to pump my cock in and out and as her moaning grew more intense, I began to pump faster. I began to emit small "ohhs" and "ahhs with each stroke and mom was breathing hard with small squeals of pleasure between each breath. The sounds of our lust filled the room and my bed shook. I felt mom's hand reach behind and softly hold my balls. Her hand felt so warm and she moved her handful of my balls in rhythm of each stroke. She felt they were getting heavy and knew I would be coming soon.
"Baby don't hold back!" moaned out my mother, "Just let go. Shoot your cum in me."
I was pumping her as fast as I could until I felt the pleasant pressure move up my cock. I cried out, "Oh God. Mom it feels so good". Then I pushed my cock into my mother with one last hard push as loads of hot cum shot into her pussy. I collapsed on top of mom's wet body as my hips convulsed against hers with each load. Then I was spent. The last of the forceful shots ended as small dribbles still lingered from my cock head but the waves of pleasures still filled my body. I felt my cock and shrink and start to slide out. I rolled over on by back next to mom. We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath and enjoyed the afterglow.
"Well" asked mom looking at the ceiling at first then turned to look at me, ""What did you think.? How was I?"
"Wow" I said, "That was fantastic. You are so wonderful in bed. Was I OK?"
"You made mommy very happy!" smiled my mother. She got up from the bed and held her legs tightly together. "Want to take a shower with me?" she asked.
"Sure" I said.
"When you hear the toilet flushing, come and join me in the shower." she said. Mom walked out of the room with her legs held together but I could see cum starting to run down her legs. I laughed to myself and still couldn't believe what we had done. Mom was so open and eager about it. I heard the toilet flush and then the water start to hiss in the shower. I slowly got my naked body out of bed and walked to the master bathroom. I could see the silhouette of my mother through the shower door as she was washing herself. I opened the door a little and gracefully entered through the small opening. Mom embraced me and gave me a kiss. Her skin felt so warm, wet, and slippery against my body.
"Glad you could make it" she joked.
"An offer I couldn't refuse." I said.
"Ever took a shower with anyone?" mom asked. I shook my head no.
"I love to shower with a man." smiled my mom. She began to rub soap across my chest. "The best part is soaping up a guy's cock and ass." She said with a wicked smile. No surprise to where the soap was lathering after that. It did feel very special to have her rub the soap over my cock and on my ass. My cock came back to life with another hard on.
"I know" I said with a smile. "You and Dad were having some fun in here the other week."
My mother blushed which caught me by surprise. I tried not to look at her face but at the water running over her hard nipples. "Allen, you are such a bad boy!" she teased. "Your father and I used to play in the shower a lot when we were younger. He isn't so agile anymore and now he makes more noise than he should."
"It's OK" I said, "I can see why you enjoy it so much. I kind of enjoyed it too....."
"I thought you heard something and might be listening to us." smiled Mom. "I hope you enjoyed it. Your room did smell like cum that night."
"I enjoyed every sound." I smiled.
We were rinsed off and Mom turned off the faucets. We both stepped out of the shower and dried each other gently with warm towels. She glanced at a small decorator clock on the vanity and said, "I think we have a safe half hour before the game ends. We got time for a quick 69."
"Mom" I said, "I have never done that."
Mom laughed and said, "It's easy dear. If you haven't done any muff diving, I'm sure you will figure out what to do."
She took me by the hand as we walked back into my bedroom. She motioned me to lay on the bed first which I did. Then mom climbed on top of me with her head above my cock. She paused, hovering above me on her arms on legs, and then slowly lowered her body on top of mine. Her shaven pussy was inches from my eyes and it was the first close up look I had. It was shaven so smooth and her pussy slit was very small in length. Mom slightly repositioned herself and pushed her pussy against my mouth. Mom wasn't playing around. I felt her hand on my cock and her tongue licking the head of my cock.
I stretched out my tongue and began to run it along her pussy slit. I could feel the wetness start to ooze from her lips as I forced my tongue between her lips. Her lips were hot against my tongue as I moved it between her folds. It was the first time I had tasted pussy and was undecided on the taste. It was sort of sour but decided that tangy was the better way to describe it. Soon all thoughts of taste disappeared as it was just wet from her pussy and my tongue. I placed my hands towards the bottom of butt cheeks and inner thighs and then spread them apart. The inner workings of my mother's pussy opened before my eyes. I glazed at her hard button of a clit and began to tease it my tongue. After flicking it for awhile, mom groaned and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth.
I paused as her pussy lips were smashed against my front teeth. I could feel mom working on my cock. She was done playing with my head and my cock was again completely in her mouth. I gently pushed her hips forward to get my breath and then I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. I was getting very turned on as I could see that I was really pleasing my mother. I pushed my mouth against her pussy lips as tight as I could and pushed my tongue into her as far as I could. Mom took my cock from her mouth and groaned loudly. I swirled my tongue against the walls of her pussy hole before removing my tongue. Mom let out several short gasps as her body trembled and then slid my cock back into her mouth. My tongue was getting tired and I relaxed for a moment to enjoy the hard sucking on my cock.
I pulled her hips towards me again to where her pussy hole was almost in my nose but my tongue had easy access to her clit. I put her clit between my lips and tried to imitate the tongue and sucking action than mom was doing to my cock. Each of us began to suck and tongue harder and faster. Mom began moving her legs about and bent them at her knees to where her feet were touching her butt. That forced her pussy hard on my face. Her legs were trembling and a I could feel the vibration of a load moan echo around my cock. I still kept her clit in my lips and did not stop licking it.
Mom quickly took my cock from her mouth and was breathing hard. She gasped, "Allen, stop it. I , ohh...., you need to stop. I can't take anymore."
Her legs were trembling hard and I released my lip grip on her clit. Her legs slowly unfolded to where her feet were behind my head. After a pant or two, mom returned to working on my cock. I could sense her body starting to relax as her hands began to play with my balls. She squeezed gently in a special way and then my cum began to immediately pour into her mouth. Again, she drank every drop as my cock pushed hard into her mouth. We laid together for a long time with mom on top on me, hugging her arms along my legs. Later she glanced over at the clock on my dresser and hurriedly got up. She went into the bathroom and came back with a wet face cloth. She threw the wet cloth and it landed on my face. She winked and blew me a kiss before leaving for her room.wash cloth under my bed. I dressed and went downstairs to watch TV like I normally would. Dad was getting a beer from the kitchen and began to tell me about the game. Mom came down a short time later and began to make dinner. It was like a normal late Sunday afternoon except for the interesting smiles I would get from Mom when Dad wasn't looking.
Tuesday evening came around and mom and I left for dance class like we had always done. This evening, mom took an exit off the interstate beltway well before the exit to the dance studio. I asked my mother "where are we going?"
She said with a grin, "Over there." We were on the old highway that went through town. There were some old motels from the 50's still in existence and the one we pulled into the Lazy K Motor Court. Most of the motels were places for secret rendezvous and rent by the hours. The Lazy K specialized in that reputation with a no tell exterior and as I found out, an interior made for love. That summer, mom and I skipped dance classes and spent our three to four hours at the Lazy K every Tuesday evening. I learned almost everything about sex that summer.
In September the new semester started at the junior college. During the first week I spotted a familiar face and called out to her. It was Cathy from the dance studio and I was surprise that we remembered me. We had a very friendly discussion where she said that she hadn't seen me at the dance studio in a long time. I told her that my partner was my mother and that I was being nice to her since no one wanted to take dance lessons with her. I said that she became bored with the lessons and quit. Cathy thought that was very sweet of me and said that she stopped taking lessons too. It seems that her husband was abusive and it took a lot of her time to divorce him
By the end of our chat, we had a date planned for the weekend. That date lead to several more. Cathy seemed impressed that I didn't try to get her into bed on the first dates. Little did she know that I was getting all the sex I could handle from Mom. Mom knew that I had a few dates with Cathy and she remembered her from the dance studio. During one of those after sex pillow talks, mom and I had a chat about Cathy. Mom thought it was great that I had met someone special my age and wanted me to pursue this relationship. She knew that our special love could only last so long and it was starting to have an effect on her relationship with Dad. She was concerned about when Cathy and I starting to get intimate. She wanted me to use protection until I knew her better. Our Tuesday night appointments ended. Cathy and I became an exclusive couple to where we are now engaged. I still appreciate that special time with my mother and every once in awhile I get that special smile from her. On those rare occasions when we are alone, mom and I still find time to play in my bedroom.