Mom and son try again, the Second Time Around

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Mom holds me and asks me what I’m thinking. I don’t tell her, but she knows. She says. “This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” I give her a half smile and she says, “I know sweetheart, but I’m not going to give you up either.”

We made love when we could after that. I owned my own business, and it was easy for me to get away, so we made love a lot. The first week was a honeymoon and I was able to set my thoughts aside and be with mom as much emotionally as physically. The next few weeks were harder as I began wrestling with myself, trying to reconcile it all. I was willing to rationalize if it would work, but it didn’t. Mom and I talked, but none of the scenarios made any sense. It started to get to me.

No matter what some people think, you can’t have it all. I know I can’t. Carol began commenting on my ‘Distance’ from her. I didn’t see a neat ending because I was still in the middle of it. And if it sounds like a soap opera, I can’t help it.

I unburdened myself a bit when I spoke to mom and began writing this, but I felt the future closing in on me while my mother’s kisses were on my lips; and when my cock was on my mother’s lips. That’s another problem. I didn’t plan on going into detail on this kind of thing because I was afraid it would make my mother sound like a whore. She’s not. She’s a wonderful woman, and one who’s very good at sex. She has capacities that Carol simply doesn’t have.

Mom can take me down her throat. The first time she did it I was stunned. I never asked her the obvious questions about it, because I probably didn’t want to know. I’d almost forgotten what it was like until we began making love again. I remember the first time she did it to me as I inched farther into her mouth until I could feel myself at the usual point where a woman would stop and use her hand. But mom kept taking me deeper. I was almost afraid to move until I couldn’t help it. It didn’t matter. I could flex my hips and mom stayed with me. Over and over she took the full length of me into her until she used her tongue on my balls. I knew that no woman could ever make me feel what my mother made me feel. And I was amazed when she told me to come like that.

I thought I’d had the ultimate orgasm when I came in my mom’s mouth, but she seemed to outdo herself each time we made love. After the first time I came in her mouth she said to me, “I want to do everything for you,” and she came close. After the summer of having my mother, the word anticlimax took on a new meaning for me. And once we started again, I knew that the sex I had with Carol could never be enough.

But it’s always more than the sex. I wasn’t in love with Carol the way I was with my mother. There was no burning passion; I had just been going through the motions with her after mom left me.

So mom and I snuck around for about a month; that gets old fast. So after making love one afternoon, I had my head in mom’s lap as she stroked my hair. I said, “We have to do something, don’t we mom?”

She said, “Yes baby, I guess we’re putting off the inevitable because it’s easier to do nothing.”

I said, “I’ll do it first. Do you think I should tell Carol the truth, I guess she deserves it.”

Mom said, “Nobody deserves to be put through that kind of pain…baby that would be a selfish thing to do. She wouldn’t understand and it would just complicate everything. Honey, it’s more important to be kind than to be truthful, and at least your business is doing well enough to give a settlement that can keep her on her feet.” Mom was always smarter than I was. So I agreed and over the course of the next months, the divorce was pretty much a done deal. I felt like hell, but it was fortunate that Carol and I had put off having kids until the business was built, and at least she was still young enough to start over.

Later on mom began her proceedings and poor Karl kept saying to her that he thought they were happy. Mom tried to take all the blame, but she felt terrible about what Karl went through. After lots of discomfort, Mom and I moved back in together.

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