14 comments/ 200632 views/ 82 favorites Mother's Favorite Son By: SexyBeast "To you, the best mother a guy could ever ask for," Erik said, chinking his glass against his mother's in a toast. They were both drinking mimosas, as they were at brunch. "Thank you, sweetie, you're very nice," Rita answered. She leaned over and kissed her son on the cheek after sipping her mimosa. They were sitting at a small wrought iron table outside in the sunshine at one of their favorite restaurants. They were in a small, secret garden in the rear, which only held four other tables, two of which were occupied. Piano music wafted from a speaker, which was played by a live pianist inside the restaurant proper. Erik and Rita were celebrating a long standing tradition of sharing Mother's Day brunch and they couldn't have asked for a better day to sit outside. It was in the upper sixties and the sky was a brilliant blue hung with fluffy clouds. The walls of the garden were festooned with blooming vines and although they weren't alone the space lent itself to a sense of intimacy. Ordinarily Erik's brother Owen would have been there as well, but he had taken a summer job and couldn't make it back. Owen had just completed his freshmen semester at college and enjoyed his new freedom too much to return home for the summer. His absence suited Erik just fine, as he was glad to have his mother all to himself. "You're supposed to say I'm your favorite son." "Now that wouldn't be nice, would it? I have to say I love both my boys equally," Rita said with a wink. Yes, both sons were the most important things in her life, Rita had always had a special bond with her first born. It had always been an inside joke that Erik was her favorite and while there may have been some truth in it, she could never openly admit to it. Their waitress came and refilled their mimosas and cleared their plates. She asked if they wanted dessert and while Erik was full, Rita wavered. "If you want something, Mom, have it. You can have anything you want." "But I really shouldn't. I've been trying to watch what I eat lately." "Mom, you look fantastic. You're just being silly." "You really are such a sweet boy. If I want to keep looking this way I'd better skip dessert." Rita beamed at her son and took his hand. "She'll have the raspberry cheesecake, please." The blonde girl smiled at their interaction and said, "It will be right out." "You're determined to feed all my vices today, aren't you? First champagne and now cheesecake, what will be next?" "Anything you like. And I'm serious, Mom, you look amazing. I don't think one slice of cheesecake it going to make you fat." Erik stared at his mother like she was the most perfect woman in the world, which she was in his eyes. She'd always had a special place in his heart and mind as far back as he could remember. To Erik, she really was the most beautiful woman in the world and probably the sexiest, if he thought of her that way. Of course, like many young boys, there was a time when he did have a crush on his mother. When he'd felt those first stirrings of his sexuality his mother was the woman he was around the most and she was a truly beautiful woman by any measure. Rita had long, flowing dark hair and perfect, tanned skin and always worked hard to make sure she looked her best. She had a woman's curves and looked damned good when she sometimes wore a bikini when the family went to the beach. Seeing his mother that way gave young Erik confusing feelings about his mother and when he was ten-years-old he tried to show his affection by kissing like her "like they did in the movies." When he gave his mother an open mouth kiss she did not scold him or tell him he was bad. Rita simply explained that while she was very flattered he loved her so much it was not appropriate for a son to kiss his mother that way. She told Erik that he was just confused and those kinds of feelings were for girls his age. It was eleven years later and at forty-four Rita was still a striking woman. Her curves were softer now, maybe everything wasn't as tight, and she felt her bikini days were behind her, but the subtle laugh lines in her face only made her more beautiful and her hair was cut to her shoulders now and highlighted with dark blonde streaks. Heads still turned when Rita entered a room. Erik reached into his jacket and withdrew a long, slim box with a ribbon around it. He pushed it across the table toward his mother. "What's this? I hope you didn't go out and spend a fortune, young man." Rita wrapped the box and opened it. Inside was a thin, gold anklet with a diamond clasp. "Erik, this is way too much. I can't accept this." "You have to accept it, Mom. I'm not taking it back. I remember the one you always used to wear in the summertime and how it always made me feel like my mom was cool because she's wear something like that, so I wanted to get you something that said you're still exactly the same to me." Tears welled in Rita's eyes. "Erik, really it's too much." "Here, give it to me," Erik said. He took turned his chair and took his mother's leg, resting her foot, in a navy heel, between his legs. Rita demurely smoothed her skirt over her thighs and Erik fastened the anklet to her shapely leg, outside her hose. "Perfect," he pronounced. "You really are the most thoughtful son a mother could ask for," Rita said, pulling him into a tight hug. Her heart swelled with so much love for her son she thought it might burst. She could not have been more proud to have raised a son like Erik. He was sweet and smart and very handsome. Whoever ended up as his wife would be a very lucky woman indeed. The waitress brought Rita's cheesecake and asked if they needed anything else. Erik replied that they did not and she left them alone. His mother poked at the cheesecake with her fork, but did not eat it. "Mom, stop it," Erik said, taking the fork from her hand. He broke off a piece of the cheesecake and pressed it to Rita's full, ruby lips. She smiled and parted them. He didn't stop after the first piece, but fed his mother the entire dessert. Rita felt rather silly, but it was also very nice. Erik was so attentive and she thought again how lucky she was to have him in her life. Rita knew that no matter how unreliable others in her life might be that her son would always be there to take care of her. That knowledge made her love Erik that much more. "If you're done feeding me, you can tell me how things are going with Emily." Rita said, wiping her mouth on a napkin. "They're not. We're on a break right now. She's going to be moving back home and I'm still going to be at school next year and we're not sure how the long distance thing is going to work out." "You could go out there. If you care for this girl you shouldn't just let her go." "I don't want to pick up and move halfway across the country, Mom. It's too far away. I really don't want to be more than a couple hours away." Rita held Erik's hands in hers. "Sweetie, your father and I are fine. You don't have to feel like we're your responsibility. We both want you to live your life." "But since Dad had the heart attack I just feel like one of us should be around and Owen isn't anywhere close." "You have to live your own life. Can you just give Emily up like that?" "I don't know. I care about her a lot, I might even love her, but maybe not enough to move out there. I don't know, Mom, I miss her already. I'm used to seeing her everyday and now her things are out of the apartment. It just feels weird." "And I'm sure it's strange to go back to sleeping alone. I know it was strange when your father was in the hospital." "Who says I'm sleeping alone?" Erik smirked. "Oh, is there a revolving door on your bedroom now?" Rita laughed. "No, I'm more selective than that, but I am taking numbers." They both had a good laugh and drank their mimosas. It wasn't strange for them to joke like that. Rita and Erik had always been very, very close. Outsiders probably wouldn't understand their relationship, but there wasn't anything they couldn't talk about. It was Rita, not his father, who gave Erik the sex talk and even pressed a condom in his hand when he became serious with his first girlfriend. She was pretty sure her son was still a virgin because she thought he would have told her if he weren't. And she was right, because after Erik did have sex for the first time he came to her to talk about how it felt. Rita, for her part, made sure he understood what sex meant to a young girl and made sure he wouldn't just use a girl and toss her aside. She didn't even shy away from answering his more awkward questions about oral sex and other activities. One or two of their conversations became quite graphic and Rita found herself turning bright red, but she'd rather her son get his information from her rather than on the street. "Enough about my love life. How are you and Dad doing?" "We're good. Your father is," she paused, "your father. He's still taking things slowly, but he's working just as hard as ever and things are going back to normal." "But?" Erik could tell there was a 'but.' He could read his mother's emotions and could tell not everything was right. His father had a massive heart attack a little over a year ago and it had been very hard on his mother. Erik was home more than at school during that time and had nearly failed the semester, but he knew where his place was. There were many times when he sat up late into the night holding his mother, who was emotionally and physically exhausted, until she fell asleep in his arms. It was during that time that Erik realized he would have to stick close to home because his mother needed him. Sometimes it seemed like he could be there for her in a way that his father just couldn't. "I'm not sure I should talk to you about this. It's very personal and I know your father wouldn't approve." "Mom, we've always been able to talk about anything and I'm not going to run back to Dad and tell him what we've been talking about." Rita went back and forth in her mind. Yes, it was a sensitive topic, but Erik was right, they did talk about everything and he wasn't a boy anymore. Looking across at him, with his broad shoulders and spill of black hair and strong face Rita realized her son was a man, not a boy. She just hoped he wouldn't be skived out by what she had to say. "Not everything is back to normal, sweetie. Your father and I haven't been connecting...in the bedroom." She looked at him and was relieved that he didn't look sick. While sparing Erik the intimate details, she went on to explain to him how things had been in her marriage since the heart attack. Her husband had always been a proud, strong man, Erik was much like his father, and the heart attack had really laid him low. He just wasn't the same man anymore. Yes, he'd gone back to working sixty-hour weeks and was even back on the golf course, but their sex life had dropped to nothing. They had tried to make love several times after the heart attack, but he wasn't quite able to perform. Rita knew this was common and was more than happy to help him work through whatever the problems was, be it physical and mental, but he wouldn't discuss it. In that way, Erik couldn't be more different than his father. Rita hadn't been touched in months and it was taking its toll. That was one of the reasons why she doubted her appeal. Maybe she just wasn't attractive anymore. It was a purely emotional response, but completely understandable. Rita considered that he may be having an affair, but she just couldn't believe that. Whatever the reasons, her husband's lack of interest left her feeling profoundly lonely, unattractive and very, very horny. Rita had always been very sexual and sex with her husband was always great. She didn't know what to do without some kind of attention. She did have a vibrator and in the past she used it on occasion, but now she felt like she was wearing the thing out. Sometimes the sexual frustration even rivaled the emotional abandonment. Rita spilled her feelings to her son and was wiping her eyes again when she finished, feeling much better for having gotten it all out. "Mom, I didn't know things had been so hard for you." Erik was holding her hands this time and earnestly gazing into her emerald eyes. "How could you? It's not something a mother normally comes running to her son with." Rita felt foolish for dumping her problems on him and purposely turned to fixing her make up so she didn't have to look at him. "But I'm glad you told me. Really, Mom, I love that you trust me so much." "I trust you completely, sweetie. You're my beautiful boy." "And you can't talk to Dad about this? Are you sure? I know he loves you." "I know he does, but this is one thing I don't think he wants to face." "Maybe I could say something to him. You know, talk to him man to man." "No, your father would be humiliated. I almost wish he was just having an affair because I know how hard this is for him." "But what about you, Mom? It's hard for you too. Your feelings count." "I'm making do, don't worry." "What do you mean? You're not..." "No! Oh God no! I couldn't pick up a strange man and sleep with him. I am not cheating on your father. There are other ways to cope, you know." She saw Erik looking at her quizzically. "You know, other ways to not feel so...lonely." He still didn't seem to be getting it. "I'm sure since Emily left you've been taking care of things...yourself. Don't make me say it!" "Oh! Oh, yeah, right. I get it now. Yeah, I know what you mean. Sorry, I didn't think that's what you were getting at. I didn't think you, uhm, did that." It was a contest to see who could turn redder. "I may be your mother, Erik, but I am also still a woman. And a woman has needs, especially a woman my age. It's true what they say about it getting better as you get older. I'm much more comfortable with things than I was at your age. God, I don't think I had any idea what I was doing back then." "Hey, I think I know what I'm doing, plenty. I haven't had any complaints yet." Their banter defused what had been an awkward moment. "I'm sure you do, sweetie." She said, patting his hand. "I'm sure the girls in your bedroom are just screaming every night." "I've heard plenty of screaming. I'm surprised you never heard it, Mom." Actually, she had. Their were several occasions when Erik brought girls home after his parents were in bed and took them up to his room. Some of those girls were quite vocal about his skills and while his father could sleep through a nuclear exchange, Rita had been woken up several times by the sounds coming from her son's room. Somehow she wasn't surprised that Erik knew what he was doing in bed and again she thought about how lucky his wife would be. And even though she would take the secret to her grave, Rita had become quite aroused listening to her son and his girls and once had touched herself while she listened. "I screen that stuff out, honey." "Well, at least you are doing something about the situation. That's good." Erik was grinning from ear to ear because he knew how embarrassed his mother was by the subject and he liked seeing her blush. While they'd always been able to talk about things, it was Erik who did the revealing, not the other way around. It was cool knowing she was so sexual. He'd always preferred to think of her as a complete woman instead of just his mom. He'd overheard the things his friends would say about her and he was proud that his mom was a MILF. And his friends were right, his mother was hot. There was a little part of Erik that never forgot that early crush. "But, I have to ask, is it the same? I mean, I know for a guy it feels good, but it's not the same. I couldn't get by on it." Erik was just playing with her now. "Are we really talking about this? Maybe you're not so sweet after all." Rita laughed. "I am a man now, Mom, not a boy." "Yes you are, a very handsome one at that. Any woman would be very lucky to have you. If you really want to know, no it's not the same. I mean it's good, but it's not the same. I miss being touched and touching back. I want the whole experience, not just the ending." "I know what you mean. I feel exactly the same. So do you do it often?" "Stop it right now, Erik. You can't ask your mother questions like that." Rita drained her mimosa and felt the bubbles in the champagne go straight to her head. She felt naughty and fun talking about these things, even if it was with her son. The champagne helped her forget that last part. He fancied that she was just spending the afternoon with a handsome younger man. "I thought we could tell each other anything. I'd tell you anything you want to know." "Really?" "Sure. Try me." Rita wanted to put him on the spot and tried hard to think of a question that would blow him out of the water, but it was hard since thinking about her son and sex together wasn't natural. Finally, she blurted out, "What's your favorite sex act?" "That's all you've got? That's an easy one to answer. I love to '69'. Do you know what that is, Mom?" "Yes, of course. I did come of age in the seventies. When do you think all this stuff really started?" Rita knew what it was, but she didn't know that she'd ever done it. Her husband wasn't one for doing stuff out of the ordinary. "I answered your question, so answer mine. How often do you touch yourself?" "Why do you want to know so badly? I'm your mother." "Yes, but you're also a woman and I'm curious." "Okay, I'll tell you, but we can't talk about this here in public. Let's get out of here." Erik flagged their waitress down and paid the check and then escorted his mother back to his car, which was parked in a garage a couple blocks away. Rita was tipsy, so Erik kept an arm around her to make sure she stayed steady. As they walked down the street he was proud that she drew admiring glances from several men. It was always nice to be out with an attractive woman, even if it was your mother. He helped Rita step up into the passenger side of his SUV, noticing how she made sure she didn't expose too much leg in the process. He slid behind the wheel and stuck in the key, but just turned on the radio without starting the engine. It was dim in the parking garage, giving the inside of the vehicle an intimate feeling and Erik thought about all the dates that ended like this, sitting and talking in the car until the fooling around started. "Okay, we're alone now, there's no one to overhear." "So what exactly did you want to know, sweetie?" Rita turned in her seat to face him, tucking her legs down and tugging on her dress, which couldn't quite reach her knees. "I was asking how often you do it, you know, touch yourself." "A couple times a week, maybe sometimes more. You don't think that's strange, do you?" She suddenly felt shy. "Not at all. Hell, I do it almost every day." "Really? Is that a lot?" "Not for a guy. We're always horny. How do you do it? Do you use your hand or use a toy?" Rita took his face in her hand and squeezed his cheeks. "You are a cheeky one, aren't you? If you must know, I have something I use. It's not like one of those monstrous things, it's just small and it vibrates. But it's noisy so I only use it when I am home alone." "That's pretty cool, Mom." "So you don't think your old mom is a desperate housewife?" "Certainly not, and I don't think of you as old. You're sexier than most women my age." Kissing him, Rita said, "That's a nice, if odd, compliment, sweetie. So you're horny all the time?" Erik pretended to think about it and then smiled. "Yeah, pretty much. If the wind blows in the right direction I get a woody. I hope you're not weirded out by talking like this." It was Rita's turn to laugh. "It's nice really to be able to have someone to cut loose with. I guess it's just strange it's you, but we can keep our "weird conversation' between ourselves. So are you horny right now?" Mother's Favorite Son "Why do you want to know?" "I just want to. You did say I could ask anything." "Honestly? Yes, I am. Don't think I'm a freak, but all this sex talk is having an effect on me." "You're not a freak, sweetie, it's only natural." Rita placed a reassuring hand on his knee. "Does that mean you're horny too?" "Maybe a little." Rita felt very naughty now. It was one thing to speak in the abstract, but another to talk about what she was feeling right at that moment. "Like I said, it's only natural to get turned on talking about sex." She shifted in her seat. Now that she was thinking about it she could distinctly feel the tingling between her legs. "So are you going to do it when you get home?" "Touch myself? Are you?" "Probably." "I might too, if your father isn't home yet. If he is, I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow." "That would be a shame. I'd hate to have to wait." "It's a shame we have to take care of ourselves. Maybe I can seduce your father when I get home. And I think you should go back and ask that waitress for her phone number. She was very pretty." "Asking her for her phone number is a long way from not having to take care of myself, Mom. But thanks for thinking of me." "Yes, and I don't think I'll be able to seduce your father. I don't think he likes it if I try to initiate things." "That's crazy." "So I guess we are going to be stuck taking care of ourselves." "Whoever finishes first should call the other," Erik joked. His cock was very stiff and uncomfortable in his pants. "To give a full report?" "Something like that. Uh, Mom, you might want to look away for a second." "Why? Are you going to do it right here?" Rita was really giggling now. Something about the thought of Erik whipping it out in front of her made her heart race. She didn't know what was going on with herself. "No, unless you really wanted to share everything, but I do need to adjust myself." "Okay, go ahead." Rita turned away, but kept watch out of the corner of her eye. He opened his legs and adjusted a sizable lump in his pants. She couldn't help but notice just how large his lump was or how far down his pant leg it seemed to go. "You peeked!" Erik accused her. "I did not." She was a deep crimson. "You so did. I saw it! You looked at my crotch." "How can you accuse your mother of such a thing? You're crazy."" "I can because you did. But it's okay, you can look if you want. I trust you." "That's sweet." Rita patted his leg again, but this time she was very aware of how close to his manhood she was. She let her hand rest there. "What are you thinking, Mom?" Erik's voice was hushed. He was filled with conflicting feelings. He knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was, but he couldn't help it. Whether it was his mother sitting there or not he was thinking about sex and couldn't force the thoughts to go away. By the way she was reacting he had to wonder what she felt. But like every young man, Erik thought of his mother as above him and couldn't see her sharing his feelings. "I don't know. What are you thinking, Erik?" Rita replied carefully. She was just as confused and torn as her son. She strongly felt the need to touch herself and by his hard on she knew Erik had to be feeling the same way. How had they come to this? What Rita was thinking was totally inappropriate. Erik swallowed hard and forced the words out of his mouth because although he couldn't believe he was saying them he knew he'd always wonder if he didn't. "I was thinking maybe we don't have to take care of ourselves alone. We could help each other out." "What do you mean?" Rita was breathless. "I don't mean sex. I just meant we could, uhm, take care of things together, go somewhere together." "Where?" Rita asked and was afraid she seemed too eager. They couldn't go to his place. For one thing it was too far away and anyway Erik didn't want to take her to his bed. But there were several hotels and motels in the area, maybe one of them? Tentatively he suggested they could get a room. "Okay," Rita simply answered. Erik jangled the keys as he started the SUV and guided it out of the garage. While he drove his mom kept her hand on his leg, just below where his cock throbbed. God he wanted her to move her hand up, and she so wanted to, but neither of them made a move. Erik chose a motel on the edge of town where he was sure no one they knew would see them. It wasn't a complete dive, but it wasn't a Marriott either. He went inside and paid cash while Rita stayed in the car fighting the urge to run away. She knew they were crossing a line they shouldn't, but she couldn't stop herself. It had been so long since her husband touched her, since she'd had anything sexual in her life, that she wanted to do this. If we're just masturbating, she told herself, then we're not touching each other and it isn't incest. It was enough rationalization to get her through. Erik came back with a key and drove them around to the back. It was a first floor room and they were able to quickly dart into the room. Rita excused herself to the bathroom and Erik paced the tiny room. There was one queen-sized bed with nightstands on either side and a dresser opposite with a TV on it. He turned on the cheap lamps beside the bed and made sure the drapes were pulled tight. What the hell am I doing? Can I really do this? Erik wondered. This morning he would have thought it inconceivable that he'd get hard around his mother, let alone be able to cum in front of her, but now he didn't think he'd have any problem. Especially if he was watching her touch herself too. The mysteries of her body, that he'd briefly wondered about in his youth, were about to be exposed to him. He knew they were going somewhere they could never come back from and wondered what their relationship would be like after this. He heard the bathroom door open and turned to his mother. "Help me turn the bed down, sweetie." Rita slipped off her jacket and placed it on one of the hangers attached to the rod in the makeshift closet. Her navy dress was not overly tight, but it did hug her curves nicely. Her arms were bare and it fell a couple inches above her knee. Staring at her, Erik thought she looked amazing and he felt nervous as a virgin all over again. He helped her fold the comforter down to the bottom of the bed and then they turned the sheets down. Rita came around the bed and they hugged tightly, neither ready to let go. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. Erik held her face in his hands and said, "Yes, I'm sure as long as you're okay with it." She nodded and he kissed her softly. It was like a typical kiss they might have shared, but it was more than just a peck on the lips. Her red lips were so full and soft and he lingered there. Neither of them could breathe and Erik felt his desire rise in him like a wave. He kissed he lightly again and then Rita's tongue poked out from her lips and he opened his. Their tongues met tentatively, just brushing as if to explore each other, but then something clicked between them and they went for it. Rita opened her mouth fully and kissed her son with all the power of her pent up desire. He was a wonderful kisser and she recalled the time he tried to kiss her like this so many years ago and she'd had to lecture him about what was appropriate. At the moment propriety didn't matter. What mattered was how horny they both were. She squeezed Erik with her arms under his sport coat and marveled at how strong and solid he was. He could just sweep her up and take her, she thought. He was truly a wonderful kisser. Rita pushed against him and felt his cock grind into her stomach, making her stomach flutter. Their kiss broke and she laid her head on his chest while she caught her breath. "That was very nice, sweetie." Rita said, looking up into his clear, blue eyes. Even in her heels, she was still several inches shorter than him. "Let's get started, shall we?" "Sure," he said, kissing her forehead. Rita pushed his jacket from his broad shoulders and then loosened his tie while he set it aside. She helped him with his first few buttons, enjoying the peek at his sparsely-haired chest, and then he took over while she stepped away and reached for her zipper, which she couldn't quite get. When Erik had removed his shirt, he had quite a nice chest she thought, she asked for his help. She turned her back to him and swept her hair to the side while he took the small zipper between his fingers and drew it down her back. He put his hands inside the split and rubbed her bare back and shoulders, which felt so wonderful. His hands were so gentle and strong, just as she knew they would be. She moved away before she wouldn't be able to and pulled her dress down and stepped out of it. Erik blinked dumbly at his mother standing before him in her panties and bra. They were a lacy black set, the bra demi-cup with wide-set straps and a good lift that made her breasts seem even bigger than they were. The panties were a cut that flattered her smooth white thighs. He was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but white thigh-highs that stood up on their own. His eyes traced up and down her delicious curves, memorizing every inch of her since he knew he would never have such a chance again. "I never wear pantyhose, in case that's what you're wondering," Rita told him, noting how his eyes lingered on her legs. "I've always hated them. They are too restrictive." "I love thigh highs, they're great." "So have I still got it?" She struck a pose and smiled shyly. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen, bar none. You're really hot, Mom." Rita glowed from his words and let him drink her in while she posed for him. She'd never felt so sexy. Finally she asked, "Are you just going to stare at me all afternoon or finish getting undressed?" "Oh, right." Erik dropped his pants and was going to leave them on the floor until his mother corrected him and he hung them up. His cock was tenting out his black boxer briefs and he was self conscious at the way his mother stared. There was a big wet spot on the front from where his precum had been leaking. He watched Rita unhook her bra and lay it aside and was quite impressed by her breasts. No they weren't a twenty-year-old's, but the way they hung slightly and swayed when they moved was very sexy. They were much more than a handful and he thought his father must be a breast man. Her nipples were a dark red and thick and full as they stood up, pointing straight at him. A cameo on a gold chain hung between her breasts. He knew there were pictures of him and his brother inside. He couldn't think of anything he'd rather do then kissing them all over, but he restrained himself. She lay on one side of the bed and Erik went around to the other. "I guess we're going to do this." Rita said, looking over and taking Erik's hand. "Unless you've changed your mind." "No, I want to. It's very exciting." She moved her hand down his bare chest and then over his boxers, just barely brushing the lump there. It was very hard to keep her hands to herself. Lifting her hips off the bed, she rolled her hips down her full thighs and off completely. The only thing covering her now were the stockings. There was a narrow landing strip of dark hair above her shaved, swollen lips. She looked over and watched expectantly while Erik pulled his boxers down and discarded them. His cock sprang out and she audibly gasped. Her son was a big boy, like his father. At least seven inches, she guessed and almost as thick as her wrist. Her first thought was of how he would feel inside her. As she stared at his cock she reached between her legs and touched herself. "You can't wait to get started, can you, Mom?" Erik joked. "Sorry," she said, taking her hand away, embarrassed. "I was kidding, it's good. I like it." He took her hand and put it back on her sex, leaving it there as she stroked her lips. Meanwhile, he took his shaft in his other hand and stroked it up and down. He was staring too, at her whole body, they way her breasts, flattened to the sides, rose and fell, the way her soft stomach seemed to quiver as she touched herself and at his hand over hers as she moved it slowly. We're really doing this, he thought. He was squeezing his cock and rubbing the head with his thumb. He was still leaking precum, which helped with lubrication. His head was so sensitive and he moaned while he touched himself. Rita opened her lips and he took his hand away as she dipped her fingers lower and groaned. Her fingers came up damp and she smeared the dampness all over herself, making her lips slick and shiny. Rita was hypnotized by her son's cock. Her fingers stroked between her lips and she imagined she was teasing herself with that big tool. It was better not to have her toy because she might have cum too fast and ended things. She dipped her fingers deeper and swept up toward her clit, but didn't touch it. She was drawing things out, enjoying the experience to the max. She watched Erik work his cock and moved her own fingers to the same rhythm, licking her dry lips as she sucked in a deep breath and moaned from the back of her throat. She finally did touch her clit and couldn't help crying out as a tiny earthquake shook her body. "Wow," Erik moaned watching his mother's body tremble slightly. He watched the way she bit her bottom lip and wanted to kiss her so badly. Having her so close, but not being able to touch her was frustrating. "Mom," he whispered. "Oh sweetie, your cock is so beautiful." Rita moaned. She couldn't help herself. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his while she dug two fingers into her pussy. She lifted her hips off the bed and cried out again, squeezing his hand around his cock. She just had to touch him and he didn't seem to mind it. She pressed her fingers between his and felt his smooth, hot shaft for herself. Before she knew it, Erik took his hand away and she was stroking his cock herself. Her fingers were soaked from her pussy, making her hand glide easily up and down. Her other fingers were busy deep inside her, but she knew he would each so much deeper. Erik touched her, but did not replace her hand down below. He liked watching her touch herself. Instead he cupped her breast, sculpting the soft flesh and massaging it. He stroked her nipple and Rita moaned, "Sweetie, yes." He rolled her nipple and she moaned louder, pressing toward his touch. He pinched it and hoped he wasn't hurting her, but Rita told him, "Mmm, yes, that's sooo good, sweetie. You can pinch it hard." Hearing his mother tell him that almost made Erik shoot his load on the spot. He rolled onto his side and now commanded both her breasts. Rita turned on her side too and they were so close his tip touched her thigh. They gazed into each other's eyes with love, lust and admiration. They ached for each other and neither of them cared how wrong that was. This was their moment. They were alone in that motel room, alone in the world for all it mattered, and no outside judgments would stop them. It was just about the two of them. "Erik, should we stop?" Rita whispered. "I don't want to." "Neither do I. I want you, my sweet boy." "I want you too, Mom." They kissed, just as strongly as before, but now their hands were very busy. They explored each other's bodies and Erik pushed a finger inside her while he slid down on the bed and covered her chest with his mouth. Rita couldn't reach his cock anymore, but she gripped handfuls of sheets while he drove her crazy with his mouth. He sucked on her nipples so hard it bordered on pain, but that was what Rita loved and she moaned louder and louder as she came closer to cumming. God, it had been so long since she'd been touched like this, and by such a beautiful young man, she couldn't contain herself. She wanted Erik to explore and experience every part of her. When he moved lower she spread her legs as wide as she could and ran her fingers through his hair while he kissed her thighs and teased her with his fingers. "God, Erik, you're driving me crazy," she gasped. "I'm glad, that's the plan," he said, smiling while he kissed her thigh just below her pussy. He could smell her arousal and it made him want to taste her. Her lips were full and pink and juicy and he dove right in, kissing her just as passionately there as he had her mouth. His tongue lashed her clit and she screamed and he kept going, sucking on her lips while nudging up against her clit. Rita dug her nails into his scalp and was thrusting her hips up at him while crying his name and Erik was so happy to make his mother feel so good. Rita's clit felt like it was consuming her. She didn't feel anything but the joy flowing from her pussy and it was like she was bodiless, bobbing up and down on waves of pleasure until a tidal wave came and swept her under and she was immersed in her orgasm. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, she couldn't hear. She didn't know she was screaming her son's name because her orgasm commanding all her senses. She'd never cum like this, ever before. She didn't know she could. Rita thought this must be the ultimate feeling of physical pleasure. Coming down from her own orgasm, Rita wanted to give her son just as much pleasure and she remembered what he'd told her in the car. She pulled him up on top of her and they kissed. She could taste herself, perhaps for the first time, and didn't find it unpleasant at all. Erik's face was so soaked in her juices and she felt them smearing on hers as they tongue wrestled. With gentle nudging, Rita turned Erik over so that she was lying on top of him and then pulled away just long enough to turn around and grab his cock. She stroked him up and down while her pussy hovered just above his face. Feeling Erik spread her open and then kissing her pussy again, Rita licked his shaft up and down, enjoying his musky taste as she bathed him with her tongue. His balls were thick and heavy and hairy, but that didn't stop her from kissing him there too, sucking on his balls until she heard him moaning. This wasn't anything she ever did to his father, but she felt so wanton with Erik, like she could do anything she wanted. Her son was flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit while holding her open with his thumbs and it was hard for Rita to concentrate on his prick, but she made herself and stretched her mouth as wide as she ever had to accommodate his girth. He slid past her lips and she bobbed slowly up and down, taking more and more into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open obscenely wide and she made more and more of his cock disappear. As she sucked him hard, Erik's attention to her pussy was diverted and she could hear him moaning from between her thighs. Rita had both her hands flat on the bed and she held herself up as she bobbed faster and faster, making sloppy sucking sounds while her hair, always so perfect, fell around her. She'd taken just about all of him, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose. The sounds Erik made told her how well she was doing and she was more determined that ever to make him cum. He was still kissing her pussy, and it felt wonderful, and he was fingering her, and Rita was impressed by what an unselfish lover her son was. Erik was thrusting upward faster and faster and his mother didn't miss a beat swallowing his cock. She'd taken more of him than most of the girls he'd dated and he was very impressed by her skills. He had no idea that the mouth that kissed his cuts and scrapes when he was little would be so good at this too. His mom was going at it like she really loved to suck cock. It only took another minute or so and he lost all control. He thought he should warn her, but he was cumming so fast that it was impossible. He shuddered and shook and cried out, "Moooommmm..." and shot his load into her mouth and down her throat. She kept him in her mouth and he was amazed that she sucked even harder, not losing a drop of his load and eagerly swallowing it all. He was right, his mom was the sexiest woman alive. Mother's Favorite Son Rita rolled off of Erik and onto her back and they both laid there gasping for air. She licked her lips and savored the taste in her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she swallowed. Maybe in college? Certainly before Erik was even born. Whenever she gave her husband head anymore it was just as a prelude to intercourse. But she imagined that Erik's girlfriends always did it and she didn't want to be any different. She surprised herself by actually enjoying it. Not that it was a treat, but she felt it was right that if she was going to suck him off that she go all the way. She thought this was as far as they would go and she wanted him to have a good experience. But then she glanced over and saw that Erik was still at half mast. His father would have been done for the day, but he looked ready to go again. She certainly was. Having Erik go down on her again after she came the first time had only made her hornier than before. "That was unbelievable, Mom. You're amazing." Erik said, stroking her leg through her stockings. Instead of being drained, like he frequently was after sex, he felt ready to go again. He wasn't finished and hoped his mother wasn't either. "I can't believe Dad doesn't want you every day." "That's very nice to say. You're pretty damn good yourself, kid. I've never felt like that before." "Really?" "Yes, really. You're very good." Erik beamed. He loved his mother's approval and getting it this way was even more special. "Are we finished?" He ventured. "Not unless you want to be." Turning around on the bed, Rita fell into his arms and they were all over each other. As she stroked his cock, Erik returned to full steel and his mouth and fingers made sure she stayed wet and ready for him. He rolled her onto her back and she bent a leg up while he rubbed her pussy. Grasping his cock, Rita guided him to her and he slowly entered her. She gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder as he penetrated her. Are we really doing this? She wondered. They were and there was nothing she wanted more. When he stopped halfway in she whimpered, wanting all of him, but he pulled back until just his tip rested past her lips. He slowly entered again and did this over and over until Rita was just about ready to beg him to give it to her. But before she had to beg, Erik thrust deep inside her, grinding down and she clamped down around him. "God, Erik! Oh God you feel good!" He stayed inside her and she felt so incredibly full. His cock felt magnificent. She ground against him, eagerly urging him to move and he did so, starting with a slow, sultry rhythm so she could enjoy every inch pushing inside her. Only when they could both hear her squishing around him did he move faster. "Shit, Mom! Oh damn you're hot. I love you," Erik moaned. He felt every ripple inside her and making love to his mother was turning out to be the best experience of his young life. No one else could ever measure up, he thought. He moved faster and faster, driving into her, driving her down into the mattress with his powerful hips. Rita squeezed her thighs around him and dug her nails into both shoulders as she stared up at him with adoration. "I love you, sweetie! God, Erik ,don't stop, don't stop! Give it to me! God, yes!" "Mom, Mom, mommmm..." "God, fuck me, sweetie! Don't ever stop! Fuck mmeeee!" Rita came again and while it didn't have the fury of the first time, it was still an earth shaker and she melted down to a gooey, pulsing puddle of pleasure. Her orgasms were usually quick and powerful, but Erik was still thrusting hard into her and it drew out her orgasm, making it seem that it would never end. Where one orgasm would have ended she thought another started and her eyes flew open and she stared into space. She'd never been multi-orgasmic before and it was blowing her mind. Erik rolled them again and Rita locked her legs around him so he wouldn't slip out. His strong arms supported her and she rocked back and forth on his cock, sliding forward and back and if anything, riding him even harder than he had her. Maybe he was afraid he'd hurt her, but Rita had always liked it hard and now she showed her boy just how hard she liked it, riding him as roughly as she could. He pulled her forward and sucked and bit her nipples while she fucked him and Rita screamed again. She didn't believe she could be cumming again, but she was sure she was. She didn't know how long she stayed on top of him or how many times she really came. She just couldn't believe how long Erik stayed hard. Even when she was done, he rolled her over again and bent her legs back to her chest and hammered her. Apparently he lost his fear of hurting her. In fact, Erik was on fire. It took some effort not to pop his top, but after cumming once in her mouth he knew he'd be able to hold out for a good while. Not that he felt competitive with his father, but Erik was determined to give his mother the fucking of her life. This was a once in a lifetime event. They way she screamed and ordered him to keep fucking her he thought she'd come like ten times, even though he thought that was impossible. Rita seemed able to take it for as long as he could give it. He screwed his mother for a good forty-five minutes before finally giving in and shooting his load. They weren't using protection, but he came inside her. It didn't even occur to him that he could knock his mother up. Rita wasn't worried about it either. His father had been snipped years ago, but she wanted Erik to cum inside her more than anything. After they finished they laid in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow. Rita felt so warm and safe with Erik and drifted off to sleep. She'd never been so content. He didn't sleep, but enjoyed the feeling of his mother's warm, soft body pressed into his while she rested. Rita woke up wrapped around Erik and they kissed and held each other. That reignited their passion and Rita was impressed that he could go again. They made love for another twenty minutes and then finally had to crawl out of bed. Rita found a shower cap and showered first, noting how enflamed her pussy looked and all the red marks on her skin where Erik had mauled her. She thought it was good her husband wasn't interested in looking at her anymore. Erik followed her in the shower and while she wrapped a towel around herself she enjoyed the way he confidently strode around naked. Her son had a great body. Erik watched her dress and fix her make-up with interest, knowing it would be the last time he saw her like that. He was sad at that. He didn't think he'd ever have an experience to equal this. When they were ready, he looked out the door and seeing no one in the parking lot, he escorted his mother to the car. The sun was sinking in the sky as he drove her home and Rita noted there were no messages in her voicemail. Her husband seemed unconcerned with where she'd been for the last several hours. She held Erik's hand while he drove and was sad thinking about their day ending. She didn't want to let him go and wished she could make Mother's Day last forever. "I don't even know what to say, Erik. Today was indescribable, in a good way I mean." "I'm glad. I love it too, Mom. I love you. I had no idea you could be like that, but you blew my mind. I'll never forget this." She patted his lap and smiled. "I hope it gives you something to think about while you're alone. I know it'll be on my mind. But now we have to go back to normal life. Is everything going to be okay between us?" "Of course. You'll always be my mother first." "I love you so much, sweetie. Maybe you are my favorite now." They both laughed and shared a last kiss that was something more than chaste before Rita left. For the first few days they didn't talk. Neither of them could accept that what had happened was just a one time thing. Rita ached to have Erik again and all he could think about was that afternoon with her. But they spoke on the phone and broke the ice things returned to normal...sort of. The first test was when the family was together, but nothing in their body language suggested anything untoward. However, their relationship was changed. They spoke about sex all the time and came close to having phone sex a couple times. Erik found a new girlfriend and without hesitation shared all the details with his mother. She thrilled to hear about his experiences and imagined herself as the lucky woman. She did resume sex with his father, but it was not the same as before the heart attack. It was infrequent and not vigorous. Rita was still a frequent masturbator. For the next year they resisted the temptation to revisit that afternoon in bed, both of them behaving like the adults they were. But then Mother's Day was looming again and although they hadn't spoken about it, both had an inkling it might not just be brunch. To be safe, Rita started birth control for the first time in over twenty years, not wanting to take the risk they had the year before. Erik made sure to tell his girlfriend not to expect him home until late. That next Mother's Day they ended up back at the same motel. Erik even requested the same room. The made love all day, not leaving the room until nighttime. It was the start of a new tradition and for years to come every Mother's Day they returned to their special place and spent the day in bed, pleasing each other in every conceivable way. The end