1 comments/ 17363 views/ 1 favorites Last Sex By: dan3051 We were in the process of divorcing. Married 23 years. Neither of us blamed the other for the divorce. Neither one of us was ever unfaithful. Guess it was just the wear and tear of 23 years. I was home alone taking a shower. My wife and I tried to time our visits to the house to avoid sad, messy interactions during this period of separation. So I was surprised when I got out of the shower to find her in our bedroom. She was on our bed. She was naked. Her legs were spread. All the muscles in her body looked so taut as she fingered herself in front of me. Her hand movements were a blur. I couldn't help but be aroused by her display. Funny the things you notice - how hard her nipples looked, the sound of her rapid breathing, how perfectly pointed were her toes as she came. There was a brief moan of satisfaction when she finished. Didn't know what to think - did she want to try to save our relationship or just have one last fling? She motioned me closer. She removed my towel and gripped my stiffening cock. She started to slowly stroke me while she licked all around the head. She was good at this and remembered what gave me the most pleasure. Then the confusing exchange started (up to this point no words had been spoken). She moved further back on the bed and I knelt between her open legs. "I know what you want." she said, while she kept stroking me. We briefly held each other in the most loving embrace I'll ever remember. Next she slowly rubbed the head of my hard cock up and down the entire length of her wet pussy lips. She did this three times. Then she stopped, let go of me and said: "Yes, I know you want to fuck me. But I DON'T want you to. We shouldn't do this." She laid back on our bed, folded her hands behind her head, turned away and broke eye contact with me. She was so "open", so exposed, with her legs spread wide and my hard cock still pressing against her, she waited for my response. Was this all a test? A game? Just a last minute change of heart? I didn't speak - she did. "I know how much you want to slide your cock in me right now. But you are someone I trust. I know you won't force yourself on me. We just shouldn't do this." I moved away from her and tried to hide the tear that ran down my cheek. She sensed my sadness and confusion. I still don't know what this was all about. Was this the point where she established complete control over me and what was left of our long marriage? Guess all relationships are about control. I got off our bed to go clean up and leave. She stopped me and said "You can't go anywhere in that state." pointing at my still hard cock. "You need some relief, you need to let go." She firmly took hold my cock with one hand and grabbed my balls with the other. Maybe that was a final gesture of her control or she just remembered that over the years of our lovemaking, her hand cupping my balls had always helped me get off. She started to say things that were not her usual style: - "I'm goin' to milk all your cum out of these tight balls." - "I want to watch you to shoot your load all over my tits." Words and phrases that she never used with me before. It didn't take much. Just a few strong strokes combined with her unexpected, bold language. She smiled. "Job" done. Guess all guys are easy to get off. So the question is was I kindly "jerked off" or cleverly "jerked around?" She reached down and licked a drop of cum off her nipple (she had/has very beautiful breasts). Finally, she lovingly kissed the head of my spent cock. This was our last sex and is the end of my story. ====================================== The events I described in this brief story are true. My attempts to ask my wife why this happened have been rebuffed. She believes we need to "move on." Perhaps she's right. If you have thoughts about our last sexual encounter that might help me through what I'm still trying to sort out, I'd like to read them. I do realize what you've read is only MY view of what happened. Maybe a woman's perspective could help me better understand. Dan Last Story From Lynette For those of you who have identified or found something interesting in my stories I appreciate the feed-back. For those of you who think I am a slut and my husband is a poor excuse of a man, and find our lifestyle unacceptable, please read no further, and don't bother to send your opinion since this is the last submission I will make. * The annual end-of-summer block party was last weekend. It is a ritual in the neighborhood that has been going on for ten years. This year's party turned out to be a more memorable party than those of the past. First because it was the first time John and I had agreed for me to seduce a partygoer. We had avoided this in the past because most of the attendees were friends and neighbors, and we decided to keep our sexual lifestyle as limited as possible among our friends. As this annual event has grown in popularity, guests from outside the neighborhood were being invited. Ken and Ann, friends advised us that his brother and brother's wife, Bill and Dianne were visiting over the weekend and would be at the party. I remembered Bill from his last visit, over a year ago. Ken and Ann, Bill and Dianne and John and I had gone to the lake to spend the day on Ken's houseboat. On that occasion Bill had made advances, kissed me and fondled my breast. They were leaving that evening and I knew nothing serious would happen on the boat or later so I allowed a little flirting and touching. It did add a little spice and danger to the afternoon. Bill was nice looking, and had a great sense of humor, so it was fun being around him. I told John about the advances on the boat, which came as no surprise as he was aware Bill had had his eyes on me all day, and left it up to me as to what would happen. As soon as we realized Bill and Dianne were coming to the party we decided to let events unfold between me and Bill. If anything happened fine, if not, that was fine too. It would be left to me. Over the past three years, with John's knowledge, I have had sex with a number of men and women. Each of these encounters was agreed to. Other than knowing when it would happen, and with whom, everything else is spontaneous. John doesn't want to know the details in advance. This is about me exploring and sharing my sexual capacity and limitations. John's sexual psyche is not at issue. Most men cannot perceive what is in the mind of their wife or girlfriend sexually. Not how sexy or uninhibited they may be when they are with them, but what their capacity for sex would be if they were with someone else. John says there is no way women can be as sexually aggressive or have the sexual curiosity of a man. After I have sex with another man, I share everything that happened. I tell him every move I made, everything I felt, every thing I said, everything the other said. In other words, did I behave as a slut, a tramp, a nympho, a slave? Was I a user or abuser? Did I control events or did I lose control? Each time I learn something new about myself, and so does John. This is a mutual participation in my sexual awakening and exploration. At some point I may no longer respond to the advances and attention of others and it will be over. My shrink and I are at odds as to whether this is the best way to deal with my insecurities and emotional weaknesses. She of course feels this is not the right course, that I am not confronting my problems, but giving in to them. John is convinced, and has since convinced me, that the biggest obstacle confronting couples is their inability to talk openly and candidly, without passing judgment. We agree that the image one conveys as a couple when they begin dating is likely to be the image they keep during the relationship unless they are both very understanding and able to change. If the woman portrayed herself as fairly conventional and straight forward sexually, it will be difficult to change that persona later. We are further convinced that many women have repressed sexual urges and desires that they will later find difficult express or realize unless there is open communication and trust. When I discuss my sexual encounters with John, nothing is withheld, candy-coated or criticized. It is during the retelling that we both gain an insight into my psyche, and I have the opportunity to reassess what I did and why I did it. John feels a need to understand the feminine mystique. I fortunately have no desire to understand the male mystique. In our every day lives we share our other emotions, happiness, sadness, grief, anxiety, frustration, etc., but sharing our sexual emotions is different. We have chosen this vehicle for John and I to both share my still awakening sexual side. Could we do this together? Would I be as uninhibited with John as I am with a total stranger who has no knowledge or concept of my sexual capabilities, limitations, desires or fantasies? Right or wrong, this is the route we have taken. Hopefully all will end well. Saturday morning John and I had coffee at Ken's, with Bill and Dianne. Bill hadn't changed, in appearance or demeanor. With Dianne sitting next to him he managed to rub his knees against mine as we sat at the breakfast table. I pulled back not wanting to encourage him this soon into the game. If we were going to fuck, he would have to make all the moves. It would be him taking advantage of a friend of his brothers. Surely he wouldn't brag about that to Ken later. The day of an event like this I am a bundle of energy, anxiety, doubt and anticipation. I tend to drink a little more than usual. This time was no exception. Around noon John had said he was going out to run some errands, and would be back in a couple of hours, so I decided to start selecting my clothes for the evening. Not knowing what would occur, or where it would occur, I had to dress accordingly. I selected a black low "V" cut cocktail dress with halter top, full skirt. Since it was low cut, I couldn't wear a bra. I also would wear lace black panties, and dark thigh high stocking with lace, with heels. As I selected the various items, visualizing how I would look, how I might be approached and touched by Bill, I got a little horny. We had several "mimosas" with Ken and the group earlier in the morning, and I had opened a bottle of wine around 11AM and had a couple of glasses, so I was beginning to warm up for the evening events. There is something sexy about being alone at home. I feel completely uninhibited. I stripped my clothes off, reached under the bed for my vibrator, and lay back on the bed while I began to explore my wet pussy. I looked down at my erect nipples as my fingers explored the slippery folds of my pussy. After rubbing my pussy, inserting my fingers deep inside then licking them clean again, I turned on the vibrator, and soon felt the warmth of sexual stimulation pass through my body. I closed my eyes and lay there, naked, legs apart, my vibrator stimulating and exciting my pussy. With my free hand I began to caress and squeeze my tits. I was in no hurry to cum; John was going to be gone for hours. In situations like this I had masturbated and played with myself for over an hour before cumming. Today I had a nice buzz from the wine, and my imagination wandered to contemplation of what tonight would bring. Every once in a while, after stimulating my clit with the vibrator I would get an urge to feel the inside of my pussy, I would move the vibrator away while I would run my fingers over the lips of my pussy, then up and down the inner folds of my pussy lips, and finally I would insert my middle and third fingers inside, with my finger curled toward my "G Spot" and quickly finger fuck my cunt with my palm pressing against my clit. As I finger fucked myself I would continue, faster and harder until I could feel an orgasm approaching, which would prompt me to slow down, and bring myself back down. After removing my fingers I would lick and suck them clean, then start back again with my vibrator. I had just finished one of my finger-fucking sessions and was licking my finger when I heard a noise. I froze, my eyes snapped open as I lay still listening. "Don't stop on my account." A voice said. I lifted my head straining to see where the voice had come from, as I grabbed for the sheet to cover myself. My eyes focused on a figure standing by the door of my bedroom. I had closed the blinds and pulled the curtains so it was rather dark. I recognized the figure as Bill, and screamed, "Bill, what the fuck are you doing here?" "John called me half and hour or so ago and told me to come up here and see you about some chairs for the party tonight." Bill said. "I called out several times, but you didn't answer. I'm glad you didn't." "Chairs?" I asked. My mind began to piece the puzzle together. First we only have a couple of chairs downstairs, and second we could have brought them with us. John had set this up. He's leaving the two of us alone just in case I couldn't work it out tonight. "What a guy." I thought to myself. "How long have you been standing there?" It was then I noticed Bill had unzipped his shorts, and was stroking his cock. "Long enough." He said as he slowly walked toward the bed, continuing to slowly stroke his cock. As he approached I slid my hand between my legs until my fingers slid between the lips of my pussy. Bill stopped next to the bed, took off his shirt, undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor as he stood only a foot or two away, cock in hand. I didn't stop rubbing my pussy as he stood there watching. He reached down for the sheet and pulled it back exposing me, finger in pussy and all. Without saying anything he leaned against the bed, and aimed his cock at my mouth. "Suck it...suck my dick." I turned my head toward him and opened my mouth as his cock made its way between my lips. I cupped his balls in my free hand, guiding his cock further in my mouth. I began to give his cock the treatment as I rubbed my pussy. The treatment is just my way of describing how I concentrate all my effort and attention to sucking cock. Probably more than fucking, I love to suck cock. I don't just stick it in my mouth and go up and down till he cums, then spit it out. I love to make love to it. I love to lick the smooth head, around the rim, to lick the shaft, suck their balls, and finally to take it in my mouth and deep throat it, as far as I can. I have only experienced on cock I could not take fully. I am in total control when I am sucking a cock. Though most men try to direct how deep and fast I go, in the end they relinquish final control to me because I can tell by their body movements, by their cries and moans, by the tightening of their ball, the clenching of their fists, just what is working and what it will take to make them cum, when I'm ready. As the icing on the cake I swallow all the cum, not missing a drop. I love to feel the cum as it shoots in my mouth, the warm fluid, the musky taste, but mostly the total control I have over the cock at that time, and the pleasure I'm giving. Bill would get the whole treatment. I would pull back till I felt the rim of the head of his cock, then I could run my tongue around the tip of his cock, and down the shaft all the while squeezing his balls. His cock was big, but I had no trouble taking the entire length. Like most men, as soon as I had taken his cock all the way in my mouth he would moan loudly. "Ohhh God that feels so good...ohhhh yes.....ohhhh yeah..." He would moan each time I fully engulfed his cock in my mouth. I looked up with a smile on my face as I withdrew almost to the point of losing his cock, and then thrust my mouth over his cock down to the shaft. "Jesus baby, that feels good." He moaned. I sucked his cock for another twenty or thirty seconds before I pulled back, freeing his cock. "Come up here." I said as I took his arm and pulled him toward the bed. I guided his leg to straddle me. As soon as he was over me I propped the pillow under my head and said, "Come up here..." sliding my hands down by my side, and under his legs, pushing him toward my head. He quickly figured it out, and moved up till his cock was just inches from my waiting mouth. He grabbed the headboard with one hand and his cock with the other. He began teasing me by rubbing his cock over my face, and each time he would come close to my mouth, and I would open to take his cock, he would move it away. "You want to suck it?" "Yes. Put it in my mouth." "Maybe I should just jack-off and cum all over your mouth and face." He said. "Let me suck it first." I said. My arms were pinned by my side so I was not in a position to do anything but lie there. Bill released his cock, and grasps the headboard with two hands as he guided his hard cock into my mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." I moaned as I felt the head of his cock pass over my tongue, and the shaft as it slid deeper and deeper. "You like that?" "Uh Huh...." I moaned. My head was propped up to where he was almost directly entering my mouth. So Bill was in control of what happened, and how he would fuck me. "Ah. You want me to fuck you in the mouth." He said with a smile. "Ummm Huhhh..." I moaned. While I like the control, I also like being taken with no control, that is what Bill was doing now. He was fucking my mouth with his hard cock. I loved it. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I took it all as he came closer and closer to cumming. "Ohhhh Jesus....." He said as he was clutching the headboard and thrusting his cock in my mouth. "Ohhhhhhh fuck..... I'm going to cummmmm....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He cried as he shot the first load of cum in my mouth. "Oh yesssssss....Oh yesssssss...." He cried with each subsequent eruption of cum... Four or five times he came, with me swallowing each time, before he pulled his cock out and began to milk the last few spasms on my face and lips. I felt the warm cum splash on my cheeks, nose and lips. I licked the cum that fell on my lips as soon as it hit. "Oh God that was fantastic." He said as he squeezed the last of his cum on me and fell back on the bed, panting to catch his breath. We lay there a few minutes before I moved. I reach over and felt his limp cock. I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. "Oh God Lynette, no more right now...I think you killed him." He said with a laugh. Before withdrawing, I took it in my mouth held it there for a few seconds then slowly pulled back. "Ohhhhh fuck... I can't believe that feels so good after the sucking you just gave me..." I licked his cock a time or two before taking it back in my mouth. I felt it begin to stir. I slowly pulled back, sucking his cock the full length as I withdrew my mouth. Rolling over toward me Bill pushed me back on the bed. "It's my turn." He said. Bill climbed on top of me, putting his legs between mine, spreading them. He started by kissing me and began to work his way down to my tits where he suspended himself over me and began sucking and licking my tits. Not wanting him to stop I took my tits in my hands, and pushed them up to his waiting mouth. "That's it.....suck my tits.....suck them....." I moaned. I squeezed my tits, and forced them in his mouth as he continued to suck, lick and bite my swollen and erect nipples. "Harder...suck them harder...suck them harder..." I began to plead. Bill was now biting and sucking my tits, taking as much as I could cram in his mouth. I could only stand it so long before I had to have my pussy sucked. "My pussy.....suck my pussy." I said as I released my tits and put my hands on his shoulders and pushing him down between my legs. He immediately moved lower, and without hesitation cupped his mouth over my wet and slippery cunt, his tongue probing the inside. "Yeah, suck my cunt...lick my pussy...I want to cum in your mouth..." Bill put his arms under my ass, raising my pussy so he could access my pussy and ass. Not content to lick and suck my pussy, he would move lower and flick his tongue around the opening of my ass, which sent shivers through me. I lay there savoring the residual cum in my mouth as Bill licked and sucked my cunt. I grabbed his head and would guide it to where I wanted his mouth. He was cooperative and competent, his tongue and lips performed perfectly wherever I wanted. Before long he noticed that when he concentrated on my clit, spasms would shoot thru my body, and enough of them would make me cum. Once he began working my clit I was destined to cum and he knew it. "Now you've done it....you're gonna make me cum... I've been saving up for a week, now you're gonna get it all......" I cried. He attacked my clit more eagerly, which not only started the spasms, but when I am about to cum, my legs begin to jerk with each spasm. My legs were starting to jerk. "Ohhhh God Bill........keep sucking my pussy.....don't move......keep sucking where you are......Oh damn....." My legs began to shake as I approached orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck......here it comes........." I pulled his head to my pussy as hard as I could so he could not move from where he was. My legs and hips were now shaking beyond control, as Bill fought to keep sucking my clit. "Suck me.......suck my pussy........I'm cummmmmmmmmiiinnnnnggg......" I cried as I thrashed about in bed. Cum erupted from my pussy in volume. Bill kept his mouth covering my pussy as he sucked my clit, and took my cum in his mouth. He couldn't drink it all and suck me clit at the same time, so much of my cum squirted in and out of his mouth, soaking his face, my thighs, down the crack of my ass finally soaking the sheets under me. He was tuned to my orgasm, and brought me down from a huge orgasm, slowly, not stopping until I was completely spent and exhausted. He rose up, licked his lips and slipped over me and lay down. Once I had recovered I told him I had not had my pussy eaten like that in a long time. He responded with a smile and a kiss. Minutes later he dressed and left. Last Straw From the kitchen, Charlie could hear them at it again. His father's voice was raised, but his mother's was muffled. What was it this time? Complaints about the money she spent, the food she cooked, how she kept house, how she raised her son? It could have been any of those things. Charlie had heard all the arguments before. It hadn't always been this way, though. He could remember when they had seemed to be such a loving couple, but in the last 3 years, with his dad Bryon's business not prospering, his drinking had gotten worse. Now, it was rare for a day to go by without some argument or another breaking out. Charlie's sympathies were definitely with his mom, Linda. She had gotten a job and was now contributing as much to household income as Bryon, which may have had the effect of making things worse with her husband, who was now feeling even more inadequate. Charlie had always been closer to his mom than he was to his dad, even in better days. She was home taking care of him while Bryon worked long hours to build up his business. She talked him through his first teenage heartbreak, comforting him with hugs and kisses. He had trusted her enough to tell her things that no one else knew, and she had always protected his secrets and never showed disapproval. Linda had believed in being straight with him, treating him as an adult and a friend, not as a child. No guilt was ever inflicted upon him, and at 19, he was well adjusted and generally happy, despite the tense atmosphere at home. Charlie dated some, but he had inherited some of his father's drive to succeed, so most of his time was spent working and going to the local college. He was a good student and a hard worker, and people generally liked him. Charlie was very ordinary looking, and he seemed to blend into the crowd at parties. It didn't help that Charlie was very shy around girls. Oh, he liked girls all right. It was just hard for him to make the connection and spark their interest. So he spent quite a bit of his free time doing what young men without women generally do for amusement. He played with his own built-in amusement park. This was something he had confided to Linda years before, and she had encouraged him to enjoy himself that way. It was natural, she had said, and far preferable to experimenting in the chancy world of sluts and prostitutes. Today, though, he'd not had time for any such enjoyment. He had been going since before sunup, with hardly a bathroom break at work or at school. As he fixed a sandwich to the sound of the row going on in the den, Charlie felt an awareness of his crotch that always preceded his nightly sessions alone in his bed. Wouldn't it be nice for a change to have some real pussy? Before that thought was even complete, a clear image of his mother's body passed through his brain, and Charlie shivered involuntarily. He remembered the feel of her holding and comforting him on the couch when he'd been down about something, or again when things had been good and she was celebrating his good mood with him. She had never been slutty, but she was also not shy about touching and rubbing up against him. Many times, she'd spoken of holding him as a baby, her only son. And she was the perfect image of a mother, with wide child-bearing hips and an ample bosom. Her face was so motherly she could have played one on TV. Only her red hair would set her apart from all the other prototype mothers in the world. Charlie never got tired of touching it, admiring its color and curl, as it spilled around her shoulders and onto her upper chest. She had that pale, lightly freckled skin characteristic of true redheads, and Charlie often wondered if it she could pass the other test for a true redhead. The thought of red pussy hair gave him the chills. Charlie had only eaten part of his sandwich when Linda came in from the den, her eyes moist and downcast. She walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "What's the matter, mom?" "I'm not coping with his mood tonight. I think this is the last straw. I need to get out of here for awhile," she answered. "Let's go then. I'll tell him I'm taking you to the store," he said. "Can you really go? I know you have things to do, don't you?" "Nothing's more important than you, Mom," said Charlie. And so Charlie made excuses to his dad, who by then had gotten involved in a baseball game and seemed glad to see them go. Charlie and Linda climbed in his SUV and pulled out of the driveway. It was about 9 o'clock and dark, and Charlie sensed that Linda just wanted to drive around and talk. She sniffled a bit, describing the latest argument. As she talked she seemed to relax a bit. She reached over and took Charlie's right hand, which was on the seat and held it to her face. "Thanks for taking care of your old lady," she said. "I really need a friend." "Nonsense," said Charlie. "You're not old, and besides, I haven't had a date for awhile. I can use the practice." "Practice doing what?" she kidded. "I'll bet you still get plenty of practice with your own 'toys'." "Oh, that's a low blow. I mean, that's hitting below the belt. Uh, I mean... Hey, everything I say sounds like some bad pun." Linda chuckled. It was good to hear her laugh. They really did have a close relationship. How many 19 year olds can joke with their mothers about sex? "So, when you do have a date, where do you take them to make out?" Linda asked. "It's been so long, I don't remember." "Come on, you remember!" "Okay, you want me to show you?" Charlie retorted. "Mmm. Sounds exciting." Charlie wheeled the big SUV around and headed for a favorite spot. It was down near his old high school, at a tree-covered church parking lot. Charlie knew from experience that the choir practiced until 10PM on Wednesday evenings, and there would be a few cars in the lot. His vehicle would never be noticed, and there wouldn't be people milling around or cops cruising the lot. "You're taking me to church? And I haven't even been bad, yet," Linda said. "Well, look at it this way. If you do something bad, you'll be in the right spot to repent." Charlie parked, unbuckled his seatbelt, and moved across the seat, turning to face his mother. He unbuckled her seatbelt, too, and then gave her a big, gentle hug. Linda hugged back, saying, "Wow, it's been a long time since I've been parking with a young guy. I like it, so far." On the surface, the mood was light and jocular, but underneath, they both began to feel the stirrings of something much more serious. As they held each other close, Charlie ventured a kiss on Linda's right cheek, which she reciprocated. His hands moved up to cup her face, and he planted light kisses on her forehead, eyes, and nose. Linda, feeling the effects of months without physical love between her and Bryon, pulled Charlie into a quick kiss on the lips, to which he responded in kind. Then Linda began to open up about her life. Charlie had heard the stories of the conflicts with Bryon, but Linda had never gotten into the problems they were having in the bedroom. Somehow, it didn't feel inappropriate for her to tell him. It affected his life, too, living in the same house with them. She told him that it had been 6 months since they had made love, and that neither of them had really enjoyed it then. It was more of a last-ditch effort than a spontaneous expression of love. "I miss being loved, Charlie," she said. "I love you, Mom. I think you're beautiful, and I feel good around you. We can talk about anything, and I don't feel shy with you." "Thanks, Charlie. I feel the same. Holding you in my lap like this reminds me of when you were a tiny boy, which you're certainly not now. You used to be so insistent around feeding time. You breast fed for a long time, and after you began to walk and get your coordination down, you'd climb up into my lap like this and demand milk." "How did I do that?" he asked. "You'd get up really close and shove you hand right down my blouse and grab what you wanted, that's how. And I'd unbutton my blouse, open my bra, and give you what you wanted. I always give you what you wanted." She hesitated. "And I still would." Linda studied his eyes. Inside his pants, Charlie's dick lurched. Seeing his somewhat stunned expression, Linda kissed him on the mouth again, but more slowly this time, and with slightly parted lips. Charlie's hands were still at the sides of her face, and during the kiss, his right hand slid down to her neck. He was hoping for a sign that he had not misunderstood her subtle meaning. It wasn't long in coming. Linda reached between them with her right hand and slowly unbuttoned the top button on her white blouse. "So, I'd really just reach down your blouse and grab your breast?" he said, his tight throat choking the words out stiffly. Linda nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and a slight smile on her moist lips. With a ragged intake of breath, Charlie let his right hand slide further down her throat and onto the top of Linda's right breast. "Like this?" he croaked. She responded by unbuttoning the next button. Charlie kissed her full on the mouth, both of their mouths opening and wet this time. His right hand inched its way inside his mother's bra, all the way to the hard little nipple at the apex of her mound. "Hungry?" she murmured around the kiss. "God, yes," he whispered back. With that, Linda undid the third button and unhooked the clasp in between her breasts, which were now damp and heaving. She cupped the right one in her hand and offered it to her son. Her breasts where made for him. They had sustained him as an infant, and they would bring him closer to her now. Charlie wasted no time in accepting her offer. He was dying to suck her nipples and feel the fullness of her breasts in both hands. His right hand covered her left breast while his mouth encircled her right nipple. Gently but passionately, Charlie nursed on his mother, feeling the old intimacy of childhood returning, but with the new component of a man's sexual urgency. Linda's head was spinning with the thrill, danger, and taboo of her own actions. The feeling of exhilaration was incredible, as her heart made the sound of blood beat wildly in her ears. At the same time, she felt an odd sense of calm, as if she were returning magically to a happier time, when she was young and had just produced a miracle from her body. That miracle had been transformed into a virile young man, but he was still her son, and she knew better than anyone how to care for and comfort him. She resolved in that moment that she would comfort him always. She had been made to give him life, and he had given joy back to her life. She felt as if she were coming back to life after being in a coma. Wrapped up in each other in the SUV, their sense of time became distorted. Later, neither of them could remember how long Charlie had nursed, but their reverie was broken when the doors of the church opened and the choir members began heading for their cars. Perhaps it had been only a few minutes. In any case, Linda was the first to break the spell, and she gently pulled Charlie's head up and said, "Son, we have to leave." With some difficulty, due to his constricting erection, Charlie got back into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Linda quite obligingly put her back to the car door and slid down in the seat a few inches. From there, Charlie could view her naked breasts as they drove back home. She held them and massaged them for his entertainment until they got within a block of home, when she closed her bra and buttoned her blouse, reaching into her bra to pull her tits inward, making a lovely cleavage visible in the v-neck of her blouse. Before they got out of the car, Linda leaned over to him and gave him a soft kiss. Then, she asked a favor. "Charlie, I know you need to relieve yourself sexually. Please, wait until you go to bed, though. Don't run in the bathroom and jack off now, okay? Just go in and sit on the couch in the den." "Sure, Mom. Whatever you say," Charlie answered, not fully understanding the curious request, but not willing to deny any request she may have had. After all, he was greatly in her debt. When they got in the front door, Charlie did as he was told, while Linda headed for the kitchen. He heard her rummaging around in the refrigerator as he entered the den. His dad was still in his chair and hardly took any notice of Charlie's entry into the room. Baseball was still on the TV, but it was definitely not what was on Charlie's mind. He was about to make his excuses and head for bed when he noticed movement down the hallway. From where Charlie sat on the couch, he could see across the living room and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Bryon was sitting in a lounge chair across the room, and he could not see the hallway. As Charlie watched, his mom, dressed in a nightgown covered by a robe, stopped at the end of the dark hall, just inside the lighted living room and out of her husband's view. There, she loosened the tie on her robe and dropped it off her shoulders, exposing the black nightie underneath. Then she began to rub her breasts through the material, cupping and kneading them both as Charlie stared. His erection, which really didn't need the help, got even stiffer. In a few seconds, Linda began tugging on the black nylon, inching it up her thighs until it barely covered her pussy. Charlie gave a quick glance at his dad, who was still glued to the game, and then returned to watching his mom. In a few seconds, Linda's hand slid under her nightie and her slender fingers worked between her legs. As she did this, she lifted the nightie with her other hand, revealing to Charlie for the first time her red bush, in all it's glory. And although it was fire red, it looked like a green light to Charlie. Abruptly, Linda dropped the hem of her nightie, pulled her robe around her shoulders, and re-tied the belt. Then she strode across the living room and into the den, as if nothing had happened. Charlie almost wondered if he had dreamed it all. "Watching something good?" she said as she sat on the couch next to Charlie. The meaning was different for each man in the room. Linda patted Charlie's thigh, and the touch was electric. If Bryon had not been slightly tipsy and so involved in the game on TV, he might have become aware of the game going on in the den. Charlie felt his face reddening, but a large portion of his blood supply was headed south, reinforcing the bulge in his crotch. Fearing his body language would betray his arousal, Charlie stood up and headed for his bedroom, mumbling that he was going to bed. On his way out of the den, Linda called to him. "Don't go to bed before you take a shower. You smell a little rank to me." Oh, he knew what she was doing. He'd promised not to masturbate before going to bed, and she was trying to prolong his agony by insisting on him taking a shower. She was the reason he was in this condition in the first place, and he knew that it would be hard to keep from spilling his seed under the warm shower. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise. Then Charlie thought of a way to get her back. Getting to his room, he quickly stripped off his clothes and grabbed the towel hanging on his bedpost. He rationed himself to a brief squeeze on his member and then he wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked in the corner. Then he headed back down the hall toward the bathroom, the door to which was near the end of the hallway. Charlie was standing in his towel, just inside the hallway, when his mother, still sitting on the couch in the den, caught sight of him. He stared right into her eyes as he untucked the towel with his left hand and let one end drop to the floor. He raised his right hand across his thigh, cupping his balls and then sliding up his erect rod. Carefully and slowly, Charlie showed his naked body to his mother, ensuring that she got a good view of her creation. He saw her uncross and recross her legs as she sat on the couch, a strange expression on her face. He knew he was having an effect, and it felt good to have a bit of control. After about a minute of this display, Charlie turned, running his right hand down his buttocks, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Charlie's mind was filled with the wonderful sight he'd seen just minutes before. His beautiful, bountiful mother, exposing her red triangle to him, with its apex pointing to his origin. And maybe, to his future as well? As he stepped into the steaming shower, he once again fought the urge to relieve himself, thoughts of the things he'd like to do to his mother running rampant in his brain. Why was she torturing him? At any rate, he knew that when he got in bed tonight, he would be at peak arousal. "More than one climax tonight," Charlie thought. He might as well enjoy the shower and the thoughts of his mother, so he didn't hurry through it. Charlie stepped out of the shower, his dick still perfectly hard, and dried himself off. Then, he wrapped the towel around his waist, opened the door, and found himself facing Linda, who was standing opposite the door, leaning back against the wall with one leg bent. "Mom?" said Charlie. In answer, Linda took a step, which brought her within a couple of inches of her son. She loosened the belt of her robe and let the ends drop. As her robe hung from her shoulders, Charlie could see that she was now nude underneath. Her arms went around his waist and she pulled him close, clutching his firm chest to her soft one, mashing her breasts against his ribs. "Where's Dad?" Charlie whispered. In a normal voice, Linda answered, "Oh, he went to the bar to finish the game." With that, Linda pulled her son's towel loose and let it drop to the floor, his stiff member bobbing up to touch her thigh. With a single shrug, Linda's robe fell from her shoulders, and now mother and son stood face to face, as naked as the day they were born. Charlie's heart was now beating rapidly, like it had in the SUV earlier. Even without direct stimulation, he felt that he might shoot his cum all over her thighs. Linda knew just how Charlie felt. After all, she was his mother. He had once been inside her, a part of her own body. It was time for him to be there again. Linda turned and led Charlie down the hall, mother and son hand-in-hand. She turned into his room and went to the side of the bed. Things happened quickly. "Charlie," she said, "I want us to do it all. I want us to spend time exploring every bit of each other, and we will. But right now, you need relief, and I want you to come into me." With that, Linda lay back on the bed, spread her thighs, and motioned for Charlie to lie on top of her. It was all Charlie could do to get his penis into his mother's warm, wet hole before he started coming. Neither of them had ever experienced a sexual experience that was so intense. Charlie was coming, Linda was coming, and they rode their climaxes out to the end, and even beyond. Charlie, who had been hard for the better part of an hour and a half, remained hard enough to continue fucking after his first orgasm. It was such an unbelievable turn of events, and he felt so fortunate, that the end of his orgasm did nothing to lessen his desire to remain inside his mother. Linda, who had been without sex for months, and without good sex for years, relished the power with which her son took her. She encouraged him to keep going with movements of her hips, and as they settled into a post-orgasmic rhythm, she kissed him and again proffered her breasts. Now Charlie was nursing and fucking, receiving both comfort and pleasure from his beloved mom. After a few minutes, Linda rolled her son on his back and mounted him. Linda had a favorite technique that involved thrusting her hips forward and down, and then dragging her cunt backwards, her clit sliding through the pubic hair and along the top of the penis. At the end of the stroke, she might grind her hips on the way back forward. The technique worked fabulously with Charlie, who was now back to a full erection, but with much more control, after his first orgasm. Soon, Linda was building to her second cum.