I turned restlessly in my bed. Sleep not coming to find me. It had been this way for more weeks than I could remember. What had dawned some time ago as an idle thought, had flowered into something else. Something all pervasive. It occupied my every waking moment. I was in love, intensely and irrevocably in love with the only woman in my life.
I don’t know when the change had occurred. There was no incident in my past that had ignited the spark. No gesture on her part, intentional or otherwise, that had stoked that ember. Nor had it been a conscious choice to see her that way. On the contrary, my mother and I had shared a normal relationship. She was a caring, tender person. We had always been very close and touch had always been her unspoken way of communicating that bond.
Somewhere along the way my mind had transformed these gentle, nurturing touches into intimate caresses; tender hugs into a lover’s embrace. The gentle touch of her finger tips would light a fire under my skin that would send current coursing through my body and it would be all that I could do to subdue the shudders that would certainly follow. Sometimes I had not been successful in that objective and I wondered whether she was starting to see the effect that she was having on me.
Once again, I resigned myself to sleeplessness and rolled out of bed. I walked to the living room and turned the TV on quietly to while away a few more hours before light arrived to continue the interminable parade of days. I settled on a 1940’s black and white movie that I did not know and sat there watching it, without following the plot. My mind was elsewhere.
From behind me I heard a door open then close and my mother appeared in a diaphanous silk nightie. Not anything overly provocative; my mother wasn’t like that. Instead the knee length, deep blue shimmering ensemble which lacked the lace or trimming that would mark it for any purpose other than sleep, was worn for comfort. Mum said that she liked nice things and she preferred to sleep in silk or satin.
Of course the sight of the soft material clinging to her every curve did nothing to help my condition. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman. Her long chestnut hair had lost some of the luster of youth, but that and the odd crow’s peak beginning to show at the corners of her eyes were the only signs that betrayed her 39 years.
The intermittent bursts of light from the TV momentarily illuminated her in the dark room bringing into relief her lithe, athletic figure. The silk cascaded of her slender hips, tracing the long path down her toned legs. The fabric drew the eye to her soft and full breasts. I directed my gaze down to the couch to avoid betraying my thoughts.
“Is something on your mind” she asked softly, “you have been coming to the living room after midnight each night for the past month and I am starting to get worried”.
“I just can’t seem to sleep” I replied.
“Can I sit with you?” she asked noting that I had not looked back up at her.
“Sure, but everything’s fine. You should try to get some rest,” I offered a little robotically.
She ignored me and slid in beside me on the soft leather couch and placed her head against my shoulder. Her hand moved up to caress my T-shirt clad chest. The involuntary shudder came. Her hand paused momentarily and then continued slowly, almost unsurely. “Are you sure that everything is ok? You’ve been a little preoccupied of late,” she observed with concern. “Is it a girl problem?”
“No, I just can’t sleep,” I lied. “You should get some sleep so that you aren’t a zombie at work tomorrow.”
“Wow, how out of it are you? Tomorrow is Saturday” She chided me. “If you aren’t going back to bed I will lie here with you”.
With that said she pulled her legs up onto the three-seater and rested her head in my lap as she watched the TV. I rested my hand on the bare skin of her shoulder and gently caressed her. While she watched the tube I took in her beautiful form. The silk gown clung to her narrow waste and fluted over the curve of her hip to where it was pulled tight around her shapely bottom. The gown had bunched up just above her knees with her slender but toned carves revealed by the light of the TV.
Her head moved in my lap as she tried to get comfortable and her warm hand rested on my bare knee. I became aware suddenly that my body was beginning to respond to her presence and her touch. My condition wasn’t aided by the light warm breath that was caressing my left thigh as she intently watched the TV. I grew rapidly, pressing firmly against the satin of my boxer shorts as I anxiously tried to will my tumescence to abate.
To my horror, the head of my growing erection poked through the fly of my boxers and rested against the soft hair of my mother’s head. I tried desperately to work out a way to pack myself away without bringing my situation to my mother’s attention. With no answer forthcoming I sat there with the lured scene of my exposed cock lightly resting against my mother. I tried to shift a little to give me the room that I needed to cram my aching hard on back into my shorts. As I did, Mum moved slightly to assist and her head pressed more firmly into my cock. She stopped moving instantly and she turned around to find herself face to face with my manhood.
My mother’s presence had willed my cock to its full thick 7 inches and it throbbed with the beat of my heart, which was currently running like a freight train. I shrank somewhere into myself under her gaze and suddenly wished that I could crawl away somewhere and die. She didn’t say anything for the longest time, but sat there mere inches away from dick and stared at it in apparent shock.
“Did I do this, Jason?” She asked shakily.
“I’m so sorry Mum,” I barely croaked in response, my voice course like sandpaper.
Her gaze left my penis and locked onto my eyes as she said softly, almost imperceptibly, “you didn’t answer my question”.
I couldn’t answer her. My lips didn’t work. I was paralyzed with fear, fear of hurting her, fear of damaging the most precious relationship that I held, fear of laying bear the shameful truth that I was madly and deeply in love with my mother.
“How long have you felt this way?” She asked knowingly, her gaze softening to show her concern.
Still I couldn’t move or speak. I was transfixed by the surrealness of the situation. My mother was looking at me from over my exposed and very erect penis, asking me how long I had lusted after her.
Neither of us had thought to put my penis away adding to the lured spectacle. The thought of my mother touching my bare penis as she put it away came unbidden to my mind and my penis throbbed in anticipation. My mother’s gaze returned to my erection and stayed there.
Not removing her gaze from my member she volunteered, “I have seen you staring at me when you thought I wasn’t looking. I have sensed the effect that I have had on you lately. How long have you felt this way about me?”
I tried desperately to think of a lie that would shield me from her question. I could think of nothing plausible. All of the tension, all of the anxiety, all of the unrequited yearning for her reached a crescendo in that moment and I forced out, “I don’t know”. There it was, I was exposed both literally and figuratively. She looked up into my eyes slowly and held my gaze with her piercingly beautiful gaze.
“What is it that you think you feel for me?” She enquired quietly.
“I’m in love with you,” I admitted timidly looking away from that stare.
She reached up and drew my chin around so that I looked her in the eyes again and asked, “are you sure you really love me like that? It is a normal phase that many young men go through.”
“I’m not infatuated with you, I’m in love with you!” I responded tersely and looked away again. My mother reached up and gently moved my face back to look at her.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t belittling what you feel, I just want to understand. You are a gorgeous young man and I am flattered by the attention, especially since there haven’t been a long line of suiters since your father left.”
“Are you kidding Mum?” I blurted out in frustration. “You could have anyone you want, period. You are stunning. I see the way that men look at you. Why haven’t you been on a date in the 3 years since Dad left?” I challenged her.
“Because I have a man in my life and I am content to be with him.” She replied.
“But you have needs. Haven’t you wanted to be with someone?” I continued.
“Of course. It has been difficult at times,” she said as she looked away into space, “but I didn’t want anything to come between us”.
“I am sorry Mum, I had no idea. I truly love you. I would have given anything to be the one to shelter and protect you and give you all that you need,” I professed, “I’m sorry that I have kept you from having that in your life”.
“You haven’t.” She corrected. “I made my own choices and you are the love of my life”. “What about you? I haven’t seen you bringing any girls home. Am I the reason?”
“Yes,” I confessed.
“Then you have never been with a girl?” She continued.
“No,” was my weak response.
She stared at me for a long time unblinkingly. Her face partly hidden in shadow, lit occasionally by the TV showing something that I couldn’t quite make out in the dim light.
She sat up a little still looking at me and rested her elbow beside my thigh. Without a word she returned her stare to my penis and placed a soft gentle kiss on the tip. I shuddered involuntarily and my eyes closed.
After a time I looked back at her and she was staring me directly in the eyes, waiting. As my eyes met hers she smiled slightly and her lips parted slightly to take just the tip of my cock delicately between her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue softly lathed the sensitive underside of the head of my cock. My back arched with the intensity of this sudden sensation and her eyes never left mine.
The intensity of her gaze cut right to my core. Her lips parted a little further and she lowered her mouth until she had the head of my hard penis inside her. My breath caught in my throat with the heat of her mouth on me and my sight went white. I could feel the precum escaping the tip of my cock in torrents. Her tongue swirled around capturing my essence and moving it around the swollen, tender head of my dick.
Her tongue was moving rapidly in gentle circles around the head of my cock and it was all that I could do to stop from passing out. My back was arched and every muscle in my body was rigid under her assault. Her head began to bob slowly taking only the head of my penis in and out of her mouth.
This was all too new to me. I hadn’t yet assimilated what had happened this evening, nor was it likely that I was going to be able to do that while my mother lay in front of me making love to be with her mouth. The intensity of the feelings was growing. My chest was tight. It was as if my whole body was electrified. At that moment I could sense every sensation, none more so than the persistent movement of my mother’s lips and tongue on my engorged cock.
I had never experienced anything so intense in my life and I knew that control was beyond me at this point. I attempted to warn my mother what was happening, but the words didn’t come.
She seemed to sense my predicament, but rather than move away she sucked more forcefully on my dick and without warning slid her mouth all the way down my cock to within an inch of the base. My eyes clamped shut tight and my hips thrust forward as I erupted in her mouth. Her tongue kept moving, coaxing my seed down her throat as I shook through wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure.
I don’t know how long that went on for, but when I came back to my senses my mother was lying there with my still hard member in her mouth. She wasn’t moving which was just as well because the head of my cock was too sensitive. She smiled up at me and let my penis slip from her lips. “Was that how you imagined it?” She demurred. God she was sexy right then.
“I am in love with you Mum and I want to give to you what you just gifted me.”
My mother stood in front of me, held out her hand and pulled me in the direction of the hallway. I followed her marveling at the easy grace of her stride. She led me into her bedroom and turned to kiss me deeply. Her soft lips were remarkable. As her lips parted and her tongue gently entered my mouth, seeking out my own, I tasted myself along with her. It didn’t trouble me, but the lascivious nature of the act made me pull her into me more tightly and take deeper possession of her mouth. We both pulled apart and gasped for air, her eyes afire.
I reached forward and softly kissed the nape of her neck. She moaned softly as she tilted her chin backwards to expose her neck. I sucked gently on the exposed flesh and traced kisses down to her collar bone. My hand found the softness of her waste and slowly caressed its way down the smooth material to the curve of her ass. She reached her hands under my t-shirt and ran her fingertips up my abdomen to my chest. She leant in and kissed my neck and lightly nipped the skin. She playfully traced her warm lips up to my ear and kissed the lobe into her mouth. She whispered in my ear, “are you ready to make good on your promise?”
With that she stepped back from me and pulled the hem of her nightie up slowly exposing her body to my stare for the first time. As the material beat it’s retreat up her lithe figure, more of her pale skin was exposed to my hungry eyes. Slowly, Mum unveiled her pink lace panties which were stained with her obvious arousal. The hem continued up over her stomach to the swell of her breasts, where she paused teasingly before pulling the nightie over her head in one swift movement. Her breasts were firm and the light brown nipples stood agonizingly taut and proud.
Mum smiled as I took in the beauty before me. She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her very brief panties and slid them sensuously down her legs. Stepping out of her panties she crawled onto the bed showing off for me her firm, yet shapely ass. She then rolled over lying back on the bed with her legs slightly parted giving me an uninterrupted view of her cleanly shaven pussy. “Do you like?” she cooed, smiling conspiratorially.
I didn’t answer her as I quickly stripped out of my boxers and shirt and climbed up between her legs. My mouth suckled on her toes as I reached her feet and I trailed my tongue slowly up her left leg extracting a soft moan from her. As I reached her inner thigh I kissed gently and her legs parted a little further, inviting my incursion. The wanton pose laid out before me was the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. I wanted so desperately to lunge forward and taste her core, but I had other plans.
My tongue continued its path up her inner thigh until I was just mere inches away from her most private of regions. I could smell the strong musk of her pussy and could see the slick wet lips engorged that invited my approach. I trailed my soft warm breath over her lips and across her partially exposed clit.
Her back arched as a loud moan escaped her lips. I smiled as I placed a tender kiss on her mound and kissed my way up her taut stomach.
As I teased my way up her body she tried in desperation to press her groin into my chest, but I moved backwards to deprive her of the friction that she sought. She sighed in frustration, until my mouth found the underside of her breast. My tongue ran its way around the firm mound, circling in ever diminishing circles towards my target.
As I sucked it into my mouth between my lips my mother let out a guttural sound of pure animalistic origin. Her hands found the back of my head and she pulled me into her orb. “Harder” was all she said. I gladly accommodated her request as I sucked more firmly on the hard little nub, just barely grazing my teeth against the highly sensitive flesh. There was that groan again!
I moved across to the other breast and continued to tease her as her hips involuntarily pushed forward. I pushed her hips back down to the bed and she cried out in frustration again. I smiled and moved down her chest. I kissed her ribs and circled my tongue around her belly button, then trailed a fine line of saliva down to mound. Her breathing was coming in short, ragged bursts now as she sensed that my delicious torture was nearing its end.
She shifted upwards to bring my lips to her opening, but instead I trailed my mouth down the side of her groin. I continued further down until I reached the cheeks of her firm ass. Resting my hands under her inner thighs I pushed her legs further apart opening to my eyes a lewd display. My mother acceded to my wishes and exposed herself fully to my stare. I ran my tongue between her ass cheeks and moved languidly along her crack until I found her asshole. That drove Mum insane with desire and she humped her groin against me.
I trailed my tongue around her puckered hole in slow circles and lapped at the hidden treasure. I slowly trailed my tongue up until it parted her pussy lips and touched for the first time the entrance to her cunt. She screamed out my name as I slipped the tip of my tongue into the very hot, slick entrance to her core. I continued the path up suckling on her pink and puffy outer lips. My tongue came exquisitely close to her clit but avoided more than the most fleeting graze. Mum’s back arched as she moaned loudly, begging me to suck on her clit hard.
I smiled inwardly as I continued back down around the other side of her clit, lapped at her very exposed vagina and repeated my circuit. Every time I passed by her clit Mum cried out in desperation and each time I withheld the release that she so eagerly sought. I continued my cruelly slow path between her lips as I repositioned myself on my elbows between her thighs. I shifted forward and ran a finger slowly down from just beneath her clit to her core as my tongue beat an opposing path. This sensation sent her into rapture as she sought climax.
My finger grazed teasingly across her entrance and meandered back. Over and over again I teased her hole, moving her nectar around and lapping at her as I did. I slowly started to ease my finger inside her. The walls of her cunt gripped tightly and spasmodically at the invading digit, but relaxed a little as my tongue continued to work its magic. I slid the finger in her to the second knuckle and began to move it in and out building, ever building. I slid a second finger into her as she groaned from the pleasure that these invading digits were causing her. She slid her body down to meet them. “Please, oh god, please suck on my clit!” she begged.
Instead I reached my other hand underneath her and trailed my index finger along the crack of her ass. Her channel was made slick by the combination of the oral assault that I had made on her nether region earlier and the copious secretions from her honey pot. As my finger moved across her asshole her breath caught in shock. I left my finger at her back entrance applying gentle pressure as I continued my ministrations on her now over-sensitized pussy. Her hole resisted my advance, but I didn’t apply any more pressure.
I looked up at her and her eyes were squeezed tightly closed as the sensations that she had caused me earlier now coursed through her body. I decided that the time was nigh. I reached forward and took her clit in my mouth and swirled the tender nub around rapidly as I thrust my fingers deep inside her cunt. Mum screamed so loud that I thought the cops would come to break down the door.
In response to receiving the attention to her most sensitive organ that she had been so desperately awaiting, her anus relaxed momentarily and I gently pushed my digit home until I reached the first knuckle as I sucked firmly on her clit and again drove the fingers from my other hand into her sopping wet core.
That was all that it took. The sensory overload was too much and my mother arched her back and screamed out my name as the walls of both her cunt and her sphincter grabbed at my invading fingers and spasmed wildly. Her orgasm went on for what seemed liked forever, until finally she fell down unable to hold up her body any longer.
She looked down on me still softly kissing her clitoris, with my fingers buried in both of her holes and finally said, “I love you too”.
