10 comments/ 254125 views/ 30 favorites Mother at the Edge By: Mikelh Janice was a house sitter. What kind of job is house sitter? You sit in a house. Well there was a bit more to it than that, but that was one of the things she did for a living in the winter of 1999. By then, it was only Janice and her son Robert. He had taken a leave after a year and a half at college because she was having trouble making it financially without his help. She felt guilty about it, but hoped it would only be for a short while. They lived near a community that was well to do, but they were not. Janice cleaned and painted and Robert did some of the electrical and plumbing jobs, draining the water from the large summer homes. The company, with only themselves as employees, was called “Janice Works.” Robert came up with the name because he thought she worked so hard. 1999, that was the winter that, against company, community, and national policy, the two employees became intimately involved. Most of the work they did took place in the spring and fall and it was unusual to have a mid-winter job, but one of their customers had a home up by the Canadian border and had all kinds of problems in ’98. So they agreed to ‘sit’ the house for the winter because the money would come in handy when Robert went back to school. Did Janice think that being alone with a good-looking man, who happened to be her son, would lead to anything? Did she think that spending every minute of a long winter with a young man whom she wasn’t supposed to find sexy, but did, would lead to both of them in bed together? Good question. It was bad enough living in the Snow Belt but the weather by the border was even more atrocious. The expensive house was, as advertised, isolated at the top of a hill with woods curtaining them off from the world. For the first week the solitude was exciting. Even though they went into town every few days, whenever they returned, it seemed like living on a deserted island. And she started noticing him. And he looked at her as he had been for a long time. Robert could hardly remember a time when his fantasies didn’t include his mother. It had been her smile that did it to him. Not that there was anything wrong with her body, it was just that before his eyes wandered across her breasts and belly and legs, they always focused first on her mouth. As soon as he became aware of his sexuality, her smile had done something to him. Of course at that age he wasn’t consciously aware of it, but at some level, when she looked at him, and her full lips widened, he was ignited. His single strongest youthful fantasy focused on the day he thought he would be old enough. He imagined himself coming home at eighteen to find his mother in see-through nylon. She would smile that smile and her words were always the same. “Robert, mama knows what you’ve been wanting and today she’s going to give it to you.” She’d cover his cock with her hand and smile at its hardness. Then she would get on her knees and take his pants down. His mother would then close her eyes and open her mouth wide in anticipation of his thick meat. He pictured his already stiff cock filling his mother’s mouth and she would suck and suck, and suck, until the cum poured from him to her. He would come in her mouth in torrents and tell her that no other woman could ever make him come that way. And she would smile. For his eighteenth birthday Robert got from his mother a new camera and a kiss on the cheek. His fantasies changed and for a short time, they turned dark. In the version that excited him most, Janice sits on the edge of the tub where he had put her. Her arms are raised over her head. Her wrists begin to ache as the rope around them pulls tighter. The towel bar that the rope went around gives a little as she pulls down when he touches her. She doesn’t say a word as he roughly pulls on her tits. She dares not look up at him. He orders her, “Get in the tub.” His mother throws one of her legs over and manages to stand. She faces the wall and clutches the bar with one hand over and one hand under it. He pulls her hips back so that her ass comes towards him. When he taps the inside of her ankle with his foot, she spreads her legs. She feels the knob of his well-greased cock against the smaller of her openings. He pushes, she yells, and he’s in her ass. She begs him, promising to do anything if he’ll only stop. He can’t stop; it feels too good. He continues driving his cock into his mother’s ass as she pleads, and he comes. The aggressive feeling didn’t last. Spending time with her softened him to her again. He wanted to caress her and gently run his hands over the soft skin, over the curves, and into her secret places. He had a lot of time to think about it as he watched her during the slow moving days. They did talk more than they ever had and barriers dropped after weeks with each other as mainstays. Janice admitted to her son that she was unhappy because she hadn’t found someone with whom to share her life. He told her that he was interested in someone but never mentioned a name. And Robert was thinking about Janice. The third week in, the TV broke and the repairman said it would be at least two weeks before he could get the parts and get it fixed. Instead of going into one of the smaller rooms, They played cards and games for diversion and then, most nights, ultimately settled for staring at the fire while music played. And Janice liked being with Robert. One night after their weekly top to bottom cleaning, they were tired, and sitting in front of the fire. Janice was falling asleep on her son’s chest and feeling very tender towards him. He kissed her forehead a few times and stroked her hair. More asleep than awake, she stirred and tilted her head up to kiss him. Their lips met for two short kisses and then they fell asleep. When Janice awoke an hour later, she was still resting on him and his hand was on her breast. She thought it had just naturally fallen there. She was amused and stirred when she noticed his hard-on. She smiled at her son and whispered, “Hi sleepy.” She kissed his lips once. He didn’t take his hand off her breast. And it felt good. He said, “Hi sleepy yourself; why are we whispering, we’re all alone?” Janice laughed and whispered again, “I don’t know why, it just seems like the thing to do in front of the fire, in the dark…” Before she could finish he kissed her, this time, fully on the lips, this time, while fondling the breast he held. The heat of his hand warmed the whole of her and she could feel her nipple stiffening as the material slid across the tip. Janice pulled back and said, “Whoa Bobby, I think this romantic setting is getting to us.” She moved his hand gently from her breast and said, “You’re not forgetting I’m your mom are you?” He said, “No mom I’m not forgetting, it just feels so good to be close to you like and I want to show you - one more kiss?” She answered by leaning in and during the long kiss he again fondled her soft breast. It filled his hand and he must have been feeling its weight as he gently lifted it. He no longer had to wonder what it would be like to be touch his mother. “Oh boy” she said, “I’m getting tingly.” She noticed the bulge in her son’s pants getting bigger and said; “I think you’ve had enough too young man.” she got up and went into the kitchen. He heard her say “Wow…” as she went to get something to drink. It could have gone either way. Sometimes when people spends lots of time together they get on each other’s nerves or bored, sometimes it works the other way; a connection is formed that makes them want to spend even more time together. He told her he missed her when she went into town; when she read, he came to sit next to her. They looked for each other. And there was his hand on her thigh as they sat in front of the fire, and there was his hand on her breast. Around the house, in the following weeks, it was business as usual, except for the kissing. It started with a kiss ‘Good morning’ and progressed to a kiss ‘let’s have lunch’ and a kiss ‘passing in the hall.’ Now these were more like pecks on the lips than kisses most of the time, and they often laughed as they did it, but some of the time they were more like kisses than pecks and then, they didn’t laugh. Janice didn’t laugh when her son came up behind her as she was dusting, and put his arms around her, and his hardness on her. He was breathing hard and she was as alarmed as she was stimulated when he whispered in her ear, “Mom I want to have sex with you.” Janice pulled away and managed to stammer out, “Robert, what are you saying? No Robert, no, how can you even say such a thing? Oh Jesus, I shouldn’t have let that kissing go on…it was just playing Bobby.” He said, “I wasn’t playing mom; I thought you loved me.” She momentarily flashed at him, “I love you very much and you know it; it’s not fair for you to say it like that. This has nothing to do with my loving you.” “I’m sorry mom, okay, I know you love me but I just want to show you sometimes; is it so wrong?” “Bobby listen, It was nice kissing and cuddling with you and maybe it was a little more than playing, I don’t know, maybe it’s okay for some people, but I guess it’s too much for me to change the way I’ve thought all my life. I just can’t imagine a mother having intercourse with her son - even if she wanted too.” “Do you want to Mom?” She was stuck and the truth just came out, “Oh God, you are going to make me nuts; I can’t believe we’re talking about this. All right, I’ll tell you something.” she took a deep breath. “Look, I have feelings and thoughts sometimes, you know, and that’s why I let you touch me, but sex…” “Mom, I’m not saying that is has to be intercourse; I would never force you to do something that would make you uncomfortable, but I’m going crazy. I want to show you how much I love you. I love spending all this time together but I’m so frustrated. When we touch, doesn’t it feel good? Should I not find you attractive because you’re my mother?” “Of course it feels good honey and I’m glad you like the way I look, but how could we…I…I don’t mean to frustrate you baby…you know that I want you to be happy and I want to make you feel good…maybe, I don’t know, something else.” He said, “What do you mean mom?” She didn’t answer but bent down and kissed his belly and then began kissing his cock over his pants. He couldn’t believe it. She was kissing her son’s cock as it hardened and even then Janice wasn’t sure what it was leading to. Was she going to take it in her mouth? He tried not to display his excitement but she could feel it under her lips. He said, “I guess that would help mom, but could we go into the bedroom?” Janice was excited enough to be resigned at that point and said, “All right” and got up. They made their way into the bedroom and she went to close the vertical blinds and turn out the lights. By the time she turned around, her son was on the bed with his pants off and his cock was reaching for the ceiling. There was enough late afternoon light streaming in for her to get a good clear look. “My God” she said. She approached and tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She said the first thing that came into her head, “It’s a pretty thing Robert.” Before the warm fog in her head cleared, Janice bent over and covered the top of her son’s cock with her mouth. The sweet sounds and sucking noises his mother was making combined with what her lips and tongue were doing to his cock, made Robert realize that he would explode in ten seconds if he didn’t stop her. He said, “Mom, it feels too good being in your mouth.” He took her face in his hands and lifted her off his cock. She was flushed and obviously stimulated. “Mom, I always wanted to see you naked; would you take off your clothes so I can see how beautiful you are?” Janice didn’t say anything and he watched silently as she unclothed herself. After she finished, he was staring; she became uncomfortable. She thought that perhaps her body wasn’t as attractive as the young girls he was used to. She said, “What are seeing Robert? Are you disappointed?” “Disappointed? Mom, I can’t believe how good you look. When your blouse and bra came off, I thought I would come right then.” He fondled his mother’s bare breasts and she felt better. He massaged her tits through his fingers. They were long rather than round and he liked their shape. They were soft and cottony and he liked their feel. “Mom, it feels so good to touch you, you’re beautiful.” His words warmed her. She had been right though; he had been staring. It was her pussy that surprised him. It was trimmed. With only a small thatch of hair above, the young man had a full view of his mother’s pussy, and he found it entrancing. It was the lips of his mother’s vagina that struck him because they seemed unusually large and swollen and he immediately imagined sucking on them. He put his hand on her and gently rubbed up and down. He slid one finger into her as far as it would go and it made her want more. It scared her how much she wanted more. Janice got on the bed with one of Robert’s legs between her two and she bent over. He held his cock for her and she placed the flat of her tongue on his shaft; he felt the softness of his mother’s breast against his balls. With her mouth in control of his cock, he let it go as he watched her lips spread tightly around the shaft and begin to journey up and down. He didn’t close his eyes and she became self-conscious. She said, “Close your eyes baby.” He said, “No mom, I don’t want to miss a second of the sight of my beautiful mother making love to me.” She returned his cock to her mouth and worked her tongue and lips feverishly. The young man’s cock throbbed in his mother’s mouth. “Ohhh Janice,” he said, almost moaning, “You’re doing things to me you never did even my fantasies.” Calling her Janice and learning of his previous sexual feelings and fantasies about her, sent a tingle through her. She had a hundred questions for him about how it had started and for how long it had been going on, but she knew the questions would have to wait as she sucked on the thick meat that filled her mouth. His sounds gratified her. Robert watched as his mother’s full lips worked their way up and down his shaft. He listened to her soft sounds of pleasure as she pleasured him. Janice took his cock out of her mouth and ran her lips sideways along the shaft. She teased the head with her tongue, circling above and below the helmet. She licked into the hole and felt some cream ooze out. She tasted her son’s pre-come that was meant to lubricate a woman’s pussy. She made a soft moan and then the teasing was over, Janice engulfed her son’s cock with her mouth. Robert took hold of his mother’s hanging tit and massaged it between his fingers, feeling the nipple in his palm. Janice became aware of her own lack of inhibition as she reached behind herself. She was masturbating as she sucked her son. She liked his meat in her mouth. She liked that he was big. She liked that he was hers. She could sense the froth building in his balls, waiting to be released, into the warm haven of her mouth. He seemed to settle back to enjoy the pleasures of his mother’s attentions when she cupped his sack. Janice closed her eyes and all the sensations of the warm wetness of his hard cock in her mouth, and on her tongue, reached down to her pussy. It seemed as if no time passed. In the space it takes a lightening bolt to strike, her son was coming in her mouth. For a second she couldn’t stay on him. She realized later that she must have opened her mouth after the first cord struck because there was cum all over him, but she returned, and took the rest, sucking, and bobbing, and swallowing. Her son was calling out to her, “Suck me mom, suck me,” as he came with a young man’s force and volume. It was more than Janice expected. With his last spurts in her mouth, the realization of what she had just done sent a flush over her body. She had just blown her son and swallowed his cum. She wasn’t sure which one of them was more surprised. Robert was still in his mother’s mouth when he heard her muffled noises as she continued to furiously move her hand on her pussy. She opened her mouth and let out short piercing cries followed by a long sigh as she came. When she finally collapsed on him she was mumbling. She curled up and he stroked her back and kept repeating, “I love you mom.” Janice was overcome by what had happened and started berating herself, “I must be crazy…what have I done…?” It went on like that until Robert finally got her attention. “Mom, mom, I love you.” “Oh Robert I love you too but this…being cooped up here together, it must have made us both crazy.” “Mom, I don’t feel crazy. All you did was love me, and if you’ll let me, I want to love you too.” He reached under her and began massaging his mother’s vaginal lips. She didn’t know if he was going to try and fuck her or soothe her, but she pushed back and said, “No more Robert, no more.” She kept saying “No” as she gathered up her clothes and bolted towards the bathroom. After a few quiet minutes she heard him come to the door and say, “Mom?” she didn’t answer and he said it again louder, “Mom? Are you Okay?” “Yes Robert, I’m all right. I’m upset at myself, not at you.” “Mom, I know you may never want to talk to me about this again but I want you to know something now. I never loved you more and I never felt like that in my life. You were the best I ever had.” “Oh Robert, a mother isn’t supposed to be the best her son ever had, his wife is.” Her voice got softer and trailed off as she said, “A mother isn’t supposed to make her son come in her mouth.” “Mom, please don’t be upset…open the door mom…please.” The lock clicked. He walked in and Janice was sitting on the closed john. He came up to her and cradled her head into his chest. He put his arms around his mother and stoked her hair and said, “You didn’t do anything wrong mom, you showed me how much you love me; that can’t be wrong.” He bent down and kissed her and licked his lips as if he could taste a hint of himself. He said, “I’m glad you’re my mother.” Janice was moved; she hugged him hard around the waist and said, “Thank you baby; I’m ashamed of me, but I couldn’t stand it if you were too.” “I could never be; there’s nothing you could ever do that would make me ashamed of you.” Janice was sniffling and motioned him out of the bathroom with a wave of her hand. He said, “Okay, but you get yourself together. I don’t care if it’s freezing and snowing; two hours from now, I’m taking a beautiful lady to dinner, and you’d better be ready.” Janice managed a smile, nodding a ‘yes.’ It took twice as long to make the usual twenty-minute ride to town in the heavy snow and wind. The restaurant was almost empty but a few of the ‘regulars’ from town were there. Mother and son sat across from each other and told each other the truth. The first thing he said was, “Mom, if it’s okay with you, I want to talk to you about some things and I want you to give me word that you’ll listen without making up your mind before we’re through. Here’s the deal, in return, I promise never to bring any of this up again if you don’t want me too.” Janice said, “Okay Robert.” She smiled and added, “But can I have a drink first?” He gave her a look and she laughed, “Just one, I promise I’ll stay sober.” When the drinks came he said, “I want you to know that I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. These three months with you has changed my mind about a lot of things. I know what I want. Mom, I want you; I want to be with you. I’m not talking just about sex; I’m talking about how we are with each other, how much fun we have together and how good it feels knowing you’re there. Do you feel it too mom?” Mother at the Edge “Of course I do Robert, it’s been the best three months I can remember, but honey you’re too young to even know what you want…you’re just too young.” His answer was, “Forget about me for a minute, what do you want out of life? Is it the business or having a good time or a new house or…” “No honey, it’s none of those things. You know what I want, someone to share with, someone to love, who’d love me.” She stopped for a moment and put her hands on his and said, “but you’re so young, and you’re my son.” “Mom I’m not saying those things might not make it more difficult. Look, I’m almost twenty and you’re thirty-eight; fine, does that mean we can’t love each other enough to make it work, does it?” He kissed her softly and her lips warmed as he stayed on them. “I’m your son and you’re my mother,” he said. “That’s one of the reasons we can love each other more than most people. Other people don’t have to understand or approve, as long as we do.” “Bobby, it’s almost too much to think about, so many things could go wrong. You’ll get tired of me, you’ll…” “Mom, things can always go wrong with anything, we can make them go right if we take a chance; we have that chance now mom, a chance to be happy together for a long time, but we’ll never know if we run away from it. Mom, I can give you what you need; you just have to let me.” “Oh Bobby, you make it sound like it could really work…I don’t know, I need some time.” “Okay Mom, just promise me you’ll talk to me after you’ve thought about it.” “Yes honey, I will.” They both felt good and after dinner they sat close to each other on the ride home. They didn’t talk. The radio played softly and the snow fell hard. When they got to the house, they said goodnight and Janice went into her room. She didn’t realize that Robert had stayed on the couch with the lights out for almost an hour. Thoughts of her son made it impossible for her not to touch herself. He could hear her through the walls as she masturbated. The knock on her door was soft. “Robert?” “Yes mom, can I come in for a minute?” She was flushed and fought to compose herself. “Umm…uh, okay honey.” She was on her back over the covers in her nightgown and he just came out with it. “Mom, let me make you feel good.” She covered her face with the pillow and said, “Oh God.” He took that as encouragement. It was, because when he reached under her nightgown and put his fingers in the waistband of his mother’s panties she raised myself so that he could easily pull them down. She turned her head under the pillow and again said, “Oh God.” Her son gently opened her knees and since nothing happened for a few minutes, she realized that he was just looking at the sight of his mother’s bare pussy. She moaned when his tongue first contacted the folds of her vagina. They were loose and soft and puffy. He took the lips into his mouth and drew on them until she could feel the stretch. She could tell that he liked what he was doing and what he was doing to her. Janice could hear her own somewhat muffled closed-mouth sounds as he began to explore her pussy with his mouth and tongue. She longed to look at his face as he ate her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that the pillow could cover her face but not her shame but it still made it easier for her to imagine that it wasn’t actually her son who was eating her pussy. She kept the pillow over her face. He could feel his mother’s excitement grow as she became louder and her legs spread wider. At one point she reached down with both hands and stretched her pussy open, pulling the hood off her clit. He knew what she wanted and he sucked on the nub that used to embarrass her. It was so much longer than most of the girls she had known when she was young. She responded, and he sucked her more. His tongue teased and traced the contours of his mother’s clit until she put her hands on his head imploring him to return to the sucking. Her sighs of relief and pleasure sounded when he took her back into his mouth. He sucked her agonizingly well. He brought her to the edge twice and each time she began to arch, he held back. Each time she came to the brink he could hear a cry behind her tightly closed lips. The third time she went over and he sucked firmly and continuously as his helpless mother thrashed in orgasm. That time the cries couldn’t be contained. Short stabbing wails pierced the quiet room as he relentlessly sucked his mother’s clit. When a long sigh signaled her completion, he kissed the inside of each of her thighs and got up to leave. She flinched a bit from sensitivity when he laid his hand over her pussy and said, “Good night mom.” As he opened the door to leave she was still under the pillow when she said, “Robert? You were the best I ever had.” She could sense his smile as he left the room. The next morning he was in the kitchen having coffee when she came in. She smiled and walked up to him and hugged his head to her belly and said, “You’re so good, and I love you very much.” He told her that he loved her and she said, “Robert, I decided something; I’ll let you have sex with me if you want to.” She expected a different response and was surprised when he said, “No mom, don’t you see? I’ve been trying to tell you, it’s not just about that. It’s not about you ‘letting’ me. It’s about more than that; it’s about us.” He was getting louder and more upset. “You think it’s only the sex I want? You think I just want to fuck you, don’t you?” He grabbed his jacket and left the house as she called to him. Janice heard the car door slam but didn’t hear it start. She walked out the front door and the moment the crisp air and blinding sunshine hit my face, she realized that she had said it wrong. When she saw that the car was empty, she walked to the back porch and Robert was sitting on the double rocker that faced the frozen pond. Janice walked up and sat next to him. She only had a sweater on and he put his arm around her and said, “You’ll freeze, you crazy lady.” “Robert, I was nervous and that’s why I said I’d ‘let you.’ That wasn’t what I really meant. I understand what you want baby. I want it too Robert. I’m just a little afraid.” “I know mom, it’s scary, it’s crazy, but there’s only one way for us now, only way we can make it real. It means nothing held back, that’s how we’re going to be together. We have to let go and go for it.” I said, “You mean like jumping off a cliff.” He kissed her and said, “That’s it exactly mom, like jumping off a cliff, but I’ll be holding your hand, and you’ll be holding mine.” “Come inside baby, she said. “Let’s go jump off a cliff together.” As they entered the bedroom she said, “Robert, this is the only way isn’t it? This is how we give to each other…this is a promise isn’t it Robert?” “Yes mom, it’s time for us to make that promise. It’s time for you to have your son inside you; to let your love inside you. You know what I mean, don’t you mom.” “Yes honey, I guess I do; I guess I’ve known it for a while. Oh God. I’ve wanted to feel all this for so long.” She paused for a moment and then opened her legs for his touch. “Yes baby, it’s time for me to show you how much I love you, time for you to have your mama, and for me to have my son.” They kissed with longing for each other’s body and each other’s heart. They took their clothes off and held tight together. She loved the feel of her thighs and belly and breasts against him. She took his hand and led him to the bed. She smiled that smile as she reached her arms open and beckoned her son. As he approached, her thighs opened wider and she touched the moisture she felt forming on her pussy. Janice’s heart was pounding in anticipation of her son’s cock finding its way home, to the place it had never been, but had always been part of. It stood erect at the pussy she was opening for him as both sought completion. He said, “This is how you’ll show me you love me from now on isn’t it mom?” “Yes love, in my pussy; this is how I’ll show you. This is how we’ll be together, in my pussy. I’m not afraid anymore Robert. Be in me baby; be inside your mama’s pussy.” He held his throbbing cock in his fist and with the head, he contacted the creamy lips that slid apart to expose the entrance that is wisely forbidden to most. Janice hoped and believed that they were ready and strong enough for what would come after the irrevocable step. After all the waiting, and talking, and longing, He entered her; he pushed into her. She was joined with her son. The long sounding “OHHHhhhh…” that left her lips was pleasure, relief, love, and sex all blended into one satisfying syllable. His cock traveled into her pussy with a slow, long, insertion. He pulled back and gave it to her again and again. Each time he reached deep into his mother’s belly, she gave him the sound. When she momentarily opened her eyes, she saw the flushed, transported, look on his face; it was the look of a son giving his mother love beyond her expectations. Robert thought that there probably were other sons who had loved their mothers as he was loving his, but he still could hardly believe that the moment had arrived for him. He touched her all over to convince himself it was real. By her wetness he knew she wanted him and his steel hardness evidenced his desire. But as he pushed into his mother he knew it was more than sex he was giving her and getting from her. Every stroke into his mother’s pussy brought them closer to it. Janice, the woman, took her man’s cock into her for sex, and Janice, the mother, took her son’s cock inside her for love. A son moved in his mother’s pussy and she became his, a mother moved on her son’s cock and he became hers. At that moment she didn’t care if the whole world knew what she was doing; the only thing that mattered was that he was inside her, filling her, fucking her, and loving her. Janice held his muscular ass and pulled him tighter into her and said, “Give me all of you Bobby, I want it all.” She sensed that he was withholding the last inches for fear of hurting her, and when she asked him, he pressed as deep as he could, up into his mother’s belly. She felt the end of his cock connect and said, “Oh Bobby yes, God, there, ohhhh, you’re inside all of me love.” She had taken all of her son into her and he stroked her full and long and hard until they were both pulsing and soaked; then he told her, “You’re inside of me too, mom.” Her son’s blood-hardened cock strained and he felt strong and indefatigable. She was excited and totally engulfed. He was loving her like he could do it to her forever and never come. He kept giving her more and more and she began thrashing and arching. He kept up with her bucking and kept pressing into her creamy pussy. She felt so wet she thought she was ejaculating. As she approached her orgasm and between short breaths she said, “This is the promise isn’t it Bobby, this is the promise, isn’t it?” “Yes mom” he said, as she clawed at him “Yes mom” he said, as he pushed into her sucking pussy. “Yes mom” he said, as his balls reached the soft globes of her ass and he remained in the filled channel, stretching her, giving her, and taking her. Janice let out two short loud noises that sounded like “HUH…HUH” and then she came. “Aooowww…Bobbeee…Bobbeee…Bobby, Bobby, Bobby…” If he was trying to make her feel what she had never felt before, he had done it. Robert still hadn’t come in her. He kept stroking his mother as she neared completion, and then he surprised her. He pulled out and went down on her. She squealed when he took her clit into his mouth and sucked the long swollen nub, suctioning it between his lips. She came again almost immediately and her second orgasm was shorter and more intense. The sweat had matted her hair and Janice looked wiped out as a laugh of release and relief left her lips. The tail of her orgasm fluttered and vibrated through her. He returned his thick, hard, cock to his mother’s pussy and again she wasn’t expecting it. “Oh God,” was all she said as Robert started pumping again into his mother’s still moist opening. This time she knew he would come; she anticipated with pleasure the thought of her son filling her pussy with his cum. He still had the strength to wait for her and she could feel herself begin to climb again. He angled his cock from a different approach and held his mother’s legs so that she was wide open. She began thrashing and her words were almost unintelligible. “This is for always isn’t it baby? Always…always…you’re going to want your mama like this always, won’t you baby?” “Yes mom, always. I’ll never stop wanting you; I’ll never stop fucking you.” He urged her on, “Come with me mom, come with your son, who loves you, who wants you…” He stroked her full and hard and she felt her pussy achingly sore, wonderfully sore, from her son’s strong loving. Within a few minutes, the exhausted mother said, “I’m coming baby, I’m coming love…come in me, come inside me, I want your cum inside me…please baby please, come, come…” “Yes mom, yes. Her eyes were squeezed tight and her head was moving side to side as she felt the first blast of cum shoot into her pussy. She could feel the force of the ejaculation as her son filled her with his cum, as a mother and her son shared their orgasms. When the intensity eased, she said to her son, “Come to my mouth baby, come to my mouth.” He brought his dripping cock to his mother and she took the cream that coated it along her tongue. She took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. She sucked on the still swollen shaft until it only glistened with her saliva. She went into his arms and they wrapped themselves vine-like around each other. Robert never slept in the other bedroom again. Some things change and some things don’t. Some years have gone by and mother and son still jump off cliffs together. Aside from a few scrapes and scratches, they’re okay; still ages apart and still together, still mother and son and still intimate lovers. And lastingly, still in love.