0 comments/ 130852 views/ 14 favorites Momma Kiki's Pie By: stevie3624 Key West was a great place to grow up, for me and Michael. You might get tired of the jugglers and fire-eaters at Mallory Square, but you could never get tired of the sunsets. So many kinds, from the tiger skies of orange, with their stripes of black clouds, to the fiery red flames surrounding the hot eye of heaven as it eased itself into the cooling ocean waters. I moved here sixteen years ago with a three year old boy, fresh divorce papers and an empty wallet. The best thing that happened when I arrived was getting a Job at Kiki's, the hamburger place on Duval Street. I worked eight to ten hours a day, near a grill, without air conditioning, for minimum wage. The good part was that as the years went on, I became the manager and ultimately, the owner let me buy Kiki's without having to put too much money down. It was a struggle, and with my son Michael's help, we made enough to get by, until three years ago when he had two ideas. They changed our lives and our fortunes. It's amazing how something small can balloon. Neither idea was e=mc2, but the explosion for us was as monumental. The first was a hamburger that put the trimmings inside. To make things easier, Michael mixed the gravy, onions, and mushrooms with the ground beef before grilling the patties. After only a month, it accounted for three quarters of our hamburger sales. The other idea was to put Key Lime juice in homemade whipped cream and put it between the layers and then on top of Key Lime Pies that we bought at Publix supermarket. The Kiki Burger and the Kiki Lime Pie were born. It started with the locals, and with their recommendations to the tourists, our business blossomed. We only had two tables inside and four outside under an awning, but it wasn't the eat-in business that made us. After a local TV station did a story, people were coming by in droves to take out whole pies. People were calling me Kiki instead of Jennifer, but that was okay, as long as they bought pies. And they did buy pies. And the pies bought us a car and a small condo. Of course we had to put on more help. We hired a few locals and a student from Lithuania, named Margit, who Michael knew from Key West Community college where he was going. They were in their last year of the Marine Engineering program. She was very sweet and greeted me with a kiss every morning. She had a cute accent and she called me Momma Kiki. So why am I telling my story here? Well there is certainly a sexual component that's unusual, at least to me. I guess we all have sexual stories to tell, but all of mine were quite ordinary, until last year. I'd slept with five men in my whole life. And I'm not counting my husband, because that was just a horror show and I wouldn't tell that story to anyone. Not because it's wild or dramatic, but because it's so boring. And for me it would be like bringing up yesterdays lunch - sorry for that ugly thought. Anyway, I call my five men the 'Hand-sum Five.' Not because they were so good-looking or anything, but because I remember them by using the five fingers of one hand. On the thumb is Bob 'shorty' Glassman. He was short in all ways. You've heard the song 'Sixty Minute Man?' Well he was a sixty-second man. The pointer is Greg from High School; he stood up for me when some guys were being pests. So of course I slept with him as my little way of saying, 'Thanks.' It lasted a month and he was actually a nice guy, but we really didn't see anything in each other after the 'Knight in shining armor' episode. In the middle we have John who waited tables with me at Denny's. He was as average as you can get. I rate him a C+ in everything he ever did or said. The ring finger is Brandon, who was the only other man to ask me to marry him besides my husband. I should have said 'No' to both of them. And finally there's Antoine, who really was 'Pinky.' The only thing I remember about our one night together was that his whole body seemed to blush. So where do you go when you're trying to remember better days? I know what the sound of one hand clapping is. As soon as my son Michael was old enough, I noticed a sexual tension between us. It didn't bother me for reasons I'll explain later. I guess the fact that it didn't bother me, was encouraging to him. He would tell me I looked 'Hot' when all I felt was bedraggled after standing by the grill for hours. I'd catch him checking me out, and he'd wink at me. Actually I think he's prettier than I am. He has an angelic face. Once, after a busy day where we did well and kept up with it, he tapped me on the ass and said, "Nice job mom." I smiled and said, "Thanks babe, you too." After that he found a lot of reasons to give me a pat there or a playful pinch. It was my new uniform that helped us cross the line. It shrunk in the wash, and it was the only clean one I had left, so I wore it. It was tight across the bust and tight across the hips. Even some customer's eyes lingered on me. Michel made a few remarks during the day and as we were closing and turning out the lights he said, "You know mom, you've got a great body...if you weren't my mother..." At that point I could have deflected it with an offhand remark, but I was having a horny day. I wasn't kidding myself, Michael turned me on. So I said seriously, "What would you do if I wasn't your mother?" I was looking at his eyes and he didn't break the gaze, or answer. I said, "Would you touch me Michael?" He said, "Yes" I said, "Would you touch me here?" I cupped my breast. He said, "Yes." I closed my eyes. He touched me there. I said, "Let's go home Michael." We didn't say anything during the two block walk home. I took his hand in mine and they were both moist. When we closed the door I started kissing him. I loved his full lips on mine. The kisses were comfortable as a lover's and fiery as those of a first affair. He unbuttoned the top of my uniform and held my tit. After a few minutes he pulled the soft bra under it and that bare boob came out and he stroked it. He was gentle. He used his fingertips to trace around the areola. He bent his head and sucked on the expanding nipple for a moment and then went back to kissing me. I reached into his pants and took his cock in my hand. It felt thick and I thrilled at the idea that he was so hard for me. Nobody had been hard for me in a long time. Nobody had kissed me the way he was kissing me in a long time. In the midst of my sexual excitement I felt an emotional welling up to finally feel wanted again. I might have cried if so many other things weren't happening at once. It felt good to have a man's flesh in my hand. It felt good to have Michael in my hand. My mood switched when he playfully grabbed my ass and growled. He said, "You have a great ass mom." He stroked it for a moment before returning to my tit. He was fondling me as I was gently brushing my hand over his cock. I almost laughed when he asked me, "Mom, are we going to have sex?" What did he think this was leading up to, a lecture on existentialism? I said, "Yes baby, we're going to have sex." He smiled and said, "Good!" Then I laughed and kissed him. I figured that just the fact that I was his mother would be enough to bring him to a quick climax so I didn't stroke him too hard because I wanted to feel him inside me before he came. He seemed reluctant to take the initiative after that, so I directed him. I said, "Take off my uniform Michael." He unbuttoned it and eased me out of it. "Now my bra," I said. He reached behind and with two fingers he unhooked it in second. I guess he wasn't as inexperienced as I thought. He seemed to like my tits because he massaged them, and felt them, and played with them for a long while. I liked it too. My nipples engorged and stood away from the areola and he teased them. I know I'm not beautiful, but I think I do have a good set of boobs. I said, "Take off your clothes." He smiled and stripped down, and stood there with his hands on his hips. What I thought was, 'Oh my God.' His dick was at strict attention. He was beautiful. I could see that he was having fun. It surprised me that he wasn't as nervous as I was. He liked the game of me telling him what to do. What also surprised me was that he was shaved. I guess he'd heard enough times from me that I didn't like hair. He once grew a mustache and I made him get rid of it the next day. But the fact that he had shaved his pubic area meant...what? Maybe he thought something would happen between us, or maybe he just liked it that way. He brought me back from my musing when he said, "What now mom?" I said "Take off my panties." He smiled and said, "Oh yeah." He took them off and looked at me while shaking his head approvingly. He said, "That's a pretty pussy mom, I figured it would be clean." My body blushed. I didn't think I could anymore, but a son telling his mother that she has a pretty pussy can do that to you. I could feel my temperature rising. He put his hand on my hairless pussy and I took a breath. He put some saliva on his finger and went directly to the button under my hood and slowly circled my excited clit. Firstly, he didn't have to wet his finger, and secondly, he knew what he was doing. He was a lot more experienced, and mine wasn't the first clit he had stimulated. I started to moan almost without realizing it. I stood there and let him do it to me until my body tingled to the tips pf my nipples. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Let's go into the bedroom Michael." He smiled and said, "Your place or mine?" I took his hand and led him to my room. I was naked with my son in my bedroom, and it didn't feel as strange as you would think. I guess I'd been there with him enough times in my fantasies. We stood and kissed before getting into bed. Feeling his body along the length of mine was wonderful. I felt good in his arms with my breasts in his chest, his thighs against mine, and his hard cock pressed up to me. I got into bed first and he looked at me. I liked having my son's eyes all over my body. It warmed my pussy because it was a look of approval and desire. He didn't have to say anything. And I didn't have to tell him what to do. He got on his knees in front of me. He opened my legs. And if I thought that he was going to screw me in a heated adolescent rush, I was wrong. He made love to me. He lifted my legs from under my thighs so that my knees were up, and then he went down on me. With a loving mouth my son was sucking me. He licked me, he lapped me, and when he finally got to my clit and used his tongue on it, I started my first orgasm. It was ironic that I had been afraid that he would come too quickly, because it took me only about three minutes to come. I grabbed his head in surprise and said, "Michael, OH GOD, I'M COMING, oHHHHhhhhh...God ohhhh...oh, oh, oh, Michael." A shudder rippled through me as my son awakened a woman I didn't know I was. I had come in my son's mouth and I didn't know what hit me. I masturbated sometimes, but I didn't realize that there was a different kind of sexual buildup that could only be satisfied by what my son had just done to me. He was smiling at me when he said, "Oh that was good mom." He had taken pleasure in making me come, and it was evident. It was also evident that my son was a lover. The tone was one of surprise when I said, "Where did you learn all that?" He laughed and said, "Here and there, and lots of practice." He kissed my pussy a few times and my, "Ohh..." came out almost as a whine. Michael said, "We're going to have fun mom." We were, and it was going to lead to surprising places. He came up besides me and we made out. His kisses reached inside of me. He was hard and ready, and yet he waited for me. His lips and fingers on my nipples made my breasts ache, that good ache that makes them yearn to be touched and massaged, which was what he did. He touched my face and said, "Mom, you're the best." The look was tender and loving, and that was an intimacy I had too little of in my life. His fingertips teased my body; up my thighs and around the lips of my pussy, until I couldn't wait for his touch. What I really couldn't wait for was his cock. I said, "Michael, be in me." He still wanted to play, but I almost begged, "Michael baby, no more, please, be inside me." When I saw him take his cock in hand, my heart started to thump. I could hear myself saying, "Yes, yes," as the big knob spread my pussy lips. He pushed in and it was heavenly. It had been so long since a man was inside me. I didn't know how much I missed it or how much I needed it until Michael stated stroking me. Long, slow, deep, strokes from my son, into my pussy. Oh, it felt so good. Some of the time we moved together in a gentle rhythm, and some of the time he moved my legs to get at me from different angles. He did me hard. He did me slow. He did me. I was a mother with her son's cock buried deep in her pussy and the only negative thought I had was that I would never have enough of it. Having him in me gave me a great satisfaction, and at the same time, a hunger for more. I was climbing toward my climax and I could tell he was building too, because he began calling to me. As he plunged into my wet center he said, "Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer...mom, mom...oh mom..." He'd never called me Jennifer before. I rose to meet his thrusts. Yes, I wanted to be his Jennifer. Faster, harder, deeper, he drove into me. I felt myself losing control, I wanted to say things I'd never said to anyone, but all I could manage were the moans, and more moans. "MICHAEL...OH MICHAEL...I'M COMING," I cried out as the surge hit my body. It was more intense than my last orgasm and I must have been very loud as I kept telling him that I was coming. I came until I was out of breath and as I came back to my normal senses, I heard him saying, "Yes mom, yes mom, I'm coming too...Aaaahhhh..." I felt him releasing into me as his strokes speeded up to a pounding beat. My son was coming inside of me and I loved the sounds that I was making him make. I said, "Yes baby, come, come so I can feel it." I never felt him to be more mine than when he came in me. I thought, 'MY Michael, My Michael is coming inside my pussy.' When he slowed, and the end of his orgasm was evident, he came out of me. With one hand on my breast and his mouth up to my ear, he said, "Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer." As he said my name, it felt as if he was still stroking in my pussy. I slept into the deep night with uncertain sexual images playing in my dreams. When I awoke, it was dark, but I could tell that Michael was awake beside me. He whispered, "Hi mom." I whispered back, "Hi baby." He kissed me, he touched me, and he got hard. I was turned on immediately and I knew I was wet before I touched myself. I leaned over to my son's cock. I kissed it as if it were his lips, using my tongue to explore over the swollen mass. I stopped long enough to use the tip of my tongue to trace the rim and lick over it before going back to sucking. I was feeling coy and playful, turning myself on when I asked, "Do you like having a mommy that sucks your cock baby?" Like I really needed an answer. Michael could see that I was rubbing my pussy as I took more of his cock into my mouth and he said, "There's nothing better than you sucking me mom...until I'm inside your pussy, and then there's nothing better than that." I stopped sucking him long enough to say, "Yes baby, and mommy's pussy is all wet for you." I brought my fingers to his face and he inhaled the fragrance that came from my juices. He tasted them. "I have to fuck you again," he said it to me. It's a word I've hardly ever used, and I always discouraged Michael when I heard it from him. But it sounded so right with us naked in the night. I said, "Yes baby, that's what I want you to do...yes..." I hurriedly went on my back, opening my legs to receive my son. He came right to me and directed his stiff cock into my wet hole. Again in that buttery pussy, I reveled in the way his flesh caressed mine. That it was a mother's pussy, wet for her son's cock made it even more exciting. He did me for a while and he did me well. Then I urged him over and he let me get on top. I said, "Oh yeah, this is what I want." I raised and lowered myself, taking the length of his cock deep into my center. I said, "Oooh...that's good," as I bounced more excitedly. At one point I sat down completely and ground my hips, moving his cock inside me at angles that made it feel as if the tip of my son's shaft was pressing along the walls of my pussy. I didn't mind that he grabbed at me as he got more excited. And I didn't mind that with every thing he did and said he was building to the point of detonation. He put his hands under my ass when I resumed riding him to impale myself. The meaty globes of my ass filled his hands and he pressed into my flesh as I rode him. I wondered how long he could go without coming as I controlled the pace. He let go of my ass to feel my tits and rub my nipples with his thumbs as I moved faster on top of him. I heard my breathing increase as did my volume as I tilted my head back and said, "Yes...yes...yes, yes..." My back arched. "Yes Michael," I said. "Yes, yes...YES, YES, YES, YEEEESSSSS..." It was the longest one syllable word I'd ever uttered, but I didn't have time to savor it because he started to come as I bounced hard and fast on my son's cock. "I'm coming mom," he said as a long stream of his cum shot up inside me. I said, "Come my baby, come." And he did it in spades, filling my pussy with more juice than I thought he could have built up since the last time he came in me. I kept moving, and a moment later I yelled, "AAAAaahhh..." Michael continued pushing up into me as the last spasms shook both of our bodies. It was an exhaustive release which left me smiling as I leaned over to rest on his chest with his cock still inside me. I said, "Michael, you're just so good for your mom, this doesn't happen to me baby...I can't believe what you do to me...my Michael..." It was an amazing night, but it was still just one night of sex. And yet, the feelings and emotions that had been stirred were already going beyond the physical. For the first time, I felt as if I was with someone who didn't want to just use me, but who wanted to be with me. I awoke the next morning to that feeling of, 'Where am I?' Michael was no longer in bed with me. Despite how wonderful the night before had been, some fears ran through me - was he sorry, ashamed, or embarrassed by what had gone on with his own mother? I called out to him and there was no answer. I went out top the kitchen and there was a note. It said, 'Hi sexy, went to get some stuff - be right back. Love you.' I felt so much better. We usually just had coffee in the morning, but Michael brought back an elaborate breakfast and we feasted as if we hadn't eaten in days. We refueled the depletion from the night before and stocked up for what the day would bring. We used some of it up right away because Michael. Said, "Let me make love to you before we go." I wasn't about to refuse. The guys at the restaurant could take care of things until we got there. I couldn't have cared less about getting to work on time. An hour later, when Margit called, I told her we were on our way. She said, "Everything okay Momma Kiki?" I said, "Everything is great, I know you can take care of things, and we had to finish some important business." For me, loving Michael was much more important than burgers and pies. Weeks of love passed. Things were going well, economically and personally. I thought we could pay off the note in three years instead of six, and I felt alive again. The season was winding down and most of our part time employees would be off for the summer. Margit and Michael were about to graduate and she was going back home to live. I never realized that there was anything between them until I heard Margit say to Michael, "How come you don't call me before I go home?" He said something softly that I didn't hear and she shrugged and said, "Okay." Momma Kiki's Pie That night I asked him about it and he said, "Oh we went out a few times, but not since, you know, you and me." I said, "It's okay honey, I'm not saying you shouldn't, you know that. I just didn't know you went out with Margit. How many times is a few?" He laughed and said, "I don't know, ten maybe." I said, "Ten, then it was serious?" He said, "No mom, she was seeing another guy, and another girl too." He laughed. I said, "Is she gay, or what?" Michael couldn't help smiling. "Or what mom, she likes guys and girls." I said, "Oh." I thought to myself that she didn't look the type, but then again, what is the type. I remembered the one experience I had with one of my best friends from school. I didn't know she liked me that way until we were in my room one night and I found her kissing me. It didn't turn me off and I let it go on with kissing and touching until we came. It made me a bit uncomfortable and the next day I let her know that I didn't want to do it anymore, but I still wanted to be her friend. Unfortunately, we couldn't un-ring the bell, and we drifted apart. So when graduation day came around and I suggested we go out and celebrate, I was a little surprised when Michael asked if Margit could come along since she didn't have anyone to spend it with. I liked her very much as a worker and a person, so I said, 'Sure' even if it did make me a little uncomfortable that Michael had slept with her. I dressed for the occasion. Living in Key West, there's littler occasion to wear anything but tee shirts, jeans, and swimsuits. So Michael was suitable impressed when he saw me in heels and a dress. "Wow, you look unbelievable," he said. He came up to me and ran his hands up my nylons, over my thighs, and on to my pussy. He said, "I should fuck you right here." I'd become much more tolerant of the way he used that word. I laughed and kissed him quickly on the lips. I said, "There'll be plenty of time for that later, right now, Margit's waiting and we have reservations. We went to Alice's and gorged on macadamia coconut shrimp and the olive studded yellowtail. But what did us in were the two rounds of Key Lime Margaritas, and then the third round. We were laughing our heads off and I loved everybody, even sweet Margit that had slept with my son. Michael said that we should have coffee at home. It was a good thing that Alice's is within walking distance - actually stumbling distance, of our house. When we got there Margit put her arms around me and said, "I love you Momma Kiki, I going to miss you, and Michael." She gave me a kiss on the lips. I laughed it off and said, "We'll miss you too sweetheart, it was nice having you here." She got teary and put her arm out to Michael who joined the circle. She kissed each of us and said, "I think it is beautiful that you can make love." With her accent, the word came out 'Laaav.' I was no less shocked and I looked at Michael with my mouth open. He said, "Don't worry mom, Margit's okay, she wouldn't say anything to anybody." I said, "Who else...?" He caressed my hair and said, "No one mom, no one." Margit said, "It's okay Momma Kiki, it's beautiful." She kissed me again, and Michael kissed me, and before I could protest they were both doing things to me. I don't know if I would have protested if I wasn't drunk. It felt good. Someone led us to the bedroom, God knows, maybe it was me. It wasn't long before Margit's tongue was in my mouth and Michael was taking my dress off. It was Margit's hand on my boob when my bra came off, a soft woman's hand that teased my nipple. Part of me was thinking that maybe we shouldn't be doing this, but since Michael wanted to, I wanted to. My panties came off and Michael opened my legs. I still had my stockings and heels on as I lay back on the bed, spread and ready. Without a pause Margit left my mouth and before I knew what was happening, she was sucking on my pussy. I had expected my son's mouth or his cock there, but he was kissing me. He didn't kiss me for long. I noticed they both were naked now and Margit had a better body without clothes on. A twinge of envy passed at how young she looked. Michael brought his cock to my mouth and I started sucking him. Margit knew what she was doing and it was difficult to know where to concentrate. So I just let the sensations wash over me, my son's hardness in my mouth and Margit's soft lips on, and in, my pussy. She worked my clit and I wasn't sure if she had taught him, or he had taught her by example. The technique was similar, and very good. It wasn't taking me long to reach take-off speed. I had to stop sucking Michael to let out a long moan when I came. I saw him smiling at me when I finally opened my eyes. In my exhaustion, I managed a weak smile back. Lying there with my head spinning, I heard Margit say to Michael, "Do it to me." She was on her hands and knees on the bed facing away from him. Michael looked at me and said, "What do you think mom?" I didn't know what to say. Why shouldn't he have a good time? Of course part of me wanted him not to have that good a time at all. I gave a noncommittal wave and I guess he interpreted it as a go signal. I saw him put on a condom. He moved up behind her and entered her pussy without ceremony and stroked her a few times before she said, "No Michael, do it, do it, piledriver." It sounded like she was saying, "Doo eet, doo eet." And what the hell was piledriver. I was about to find out. Margit grabbed a pillow and wrapped her arms around it as she raised her ass to an almost vertical position. Michael stood over with his legs slightly apart. Margit grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. I must have been wide eyed and dumbfounded as Michael began driving down into that girl's ass. But nobody was looking at me, they were too busy. Time after time he drilled down into her. She wasn't a very big girl, but she was yelling, "Do it, do it, do it..." no matter how hard he pounded into her. Mercifully, I thought, it didn't go forever. Margit reached under and began rubbing her pussy and cried out, "AAAAiiiiieeeeeeee..." as I saw Michael tilt his head back and squeeze his eyes shut as the air escaped through his clenched teeth and he obviously came. He let out a low moan. When all was said and done, we actually had some coffee as if we hadn't just had sex together. Margit said as she left that she would think of us, and that we should write to each other. I said, "Sure" knowing from past experience that it rarely happens. Michael walked her home and I had a few minutes to gather myself and think. When he came back, I said, "Michael, I don't want to make a big thing out of this but we shouldn't tell people about us because..." He stopped me and said, "Mom, I made her promise, but you're right anyway, it was wrong, I won't do it again. I just wanted to tell someone that I loved you." I said, "Oh Michael, I love you too." I got quiet. I said, "That was quite an evening you had planned for us." He said, "Mom, what happened wasn't planned, at least not by me. I didn't see it coming; you have to believe me." I said, "Of course I believe you." I did. I didn't have to say the next thing that I was thinking about. Michael said, "Mom what happened, happened. But I know something now; I don't want it to happen again. I want it to be only you and me. I don't like the thought of you being with other people, with anybody else." I was so happy I could hardly speak. I said, "OH Michael I was worried, I thought I wasn't enough for you." He said, "You're amazing mom, of course you're enough for me." When he kissed me, I believed that too. He held me and I felt peaceful in his arms. I was sobering up. He said, "Mom, I know that you were never a prude, but it's still pretty amazing that you can, you know, love me physically, and you're not all hung up because I'm your son." I said, "Well, I know why baby, when I was in high school, I had this friend, Greg that I had a crush on. Nothing ever happened between us and a few years later I met him. He told me that his mother had been killed in a car wreck and we had this long conversation. I asked him how come he never asked me out and he got all emotional and said it was because he was having an affair. When I said that I didn't remember him being with anybody, he broke down and told me that the person he had the affair with was his mother." I could see her. I said, "I remember her Michael, she was beautiful. After my initial shock, I pictured them together and I could understand it. She was a young single mother, he was a good-looking boy, and there was nothing wrong with whatever I was imagining. So when I first had inklings about feeling some attraction to you, I wasn't put off from them. And I could tell how you felt..." "Probably even before I did," I said. She laughed, "Maybe, but I'm a little ashamed to say that I wasn't above using those feeling to get you to..." "Mom," He said. "That's the best thing you ever did." He kissed me. "And you, how about you?" I asked. "Did you have some fantasies about your mom?" He said, "I did mom, but you don't want to know about my warped mind." "Oh stop," I said, "There's nothing warped about it; tell me. I like that you thought about me like that." "Oh man, my fantasies in the last few months have been all over the place, mostly in your bed." I said, "Come on, what's the secret one that you had?" "Oh jeez...probably when we first started and I used to touch your ass whenever I got a chance..." "In your little fantasy, what am I doing?" "You're in the restaurant, we're closed, and you're finishing up at the sink." I said, "And exactly where are you when all of this is going on?" He started breathing hard and said, "I'm behind you mom." "And what happens next baby?" He said, "I'm inside you." I said, "But you're not in my pussy, are you baby?" He didn't answer. He hadn't been shy about anything sexual between us before that moment. I said, "It's okay Michael, I never said this to any man, but if you want to make to make love to me like that, then that's how I want you to do it." He looked almost frozen in anticipation of fulfilling this fantasy with his mother. I said to him, "Honey, get some lubricant from the bathroom." He said, "I have a lubricated condom." I said, "No, I want you to be inside me so we can both feel it all." We'd only used our own juices before, so he went in as if he was on a treasure hunt. I heard him fumbling and mumbling and I said, "It's in the bottom cabinet." When he came back, I had already taken my panties off. We had sucked each other and he had slept with me, yet he seemed embarrassed about this. I wasn't. I was a mother who now wanted to give everything that her son needed to be happy. I opened my arms and he came to me and I kissed him and said, "You can do anything, as long as you love me." He said, "I do love you mom." I said, "I know baby." I got on my hands and knees on the bed exposing the full globes of my ass. His hands were practically trembling with excitement as he started applying the lubricating jelly on his hardened cock. He undid my bra and let my tits spill out, free to sway, and free to be naked in his hands. He took some of the jelly on his finger and spread it around the small roseate gathering of skin and then pressed some of it in through the tight ring. I sighed a little and he left his finger inside to explore. He said, "I always thought that you were a 'Piece of ass,' there's no better evidence than what I'm looking at." He kissed the small of my back. He kissed the firm flesh that was taut because of the position I was in. Before entering me he spread my globes and placed his cock along the separation. My flesh closed on it. His cock jumped as I held him tight and moaned." He humped only enough for his cock to move as far as his skin would let it. He leaned over to grasp my bare tits and massaged them down to the hardened nipples. Michael took his cock from between my cheeks and then rubbed my pussy with his hand, ending up over the small hole. He teased and fingered me until I couldn't wait any more and then approached me from behind, cock in hand. Entering me was more than I expected. The band of my tight anal ring squeezed his cock and had it not been for the lubricant, I don't think he would have been able to penetrate me. He used his hips to press inside and I said, "OH God...Michael..." I'd never felt anything like it. I was stretched as far I thought I could be, but it was my son who was filling me and the excitement of giving him this pleasure made me hot. He stopped. I caught her breath and then said, "It's okay baby, just go easy...easy." He pressed in slowly and I relaxed enough for him to stroke me. It was hot and tight and it was good for me. He sounded relieved when I said, "Yes baby, that's it, that's good like that, mmmm..." The sound was one of pleasure and the more he stroked into my ass, the more positive both of our moans sounded. And the deeper he went, the more I wanted. I wanted him to know that I would do it all for him. I said, "Wait Michael, do it to me like you did it to Margit." He pulled back and I raised my ass at a high angle and opened myself for him. I looked back and he looked enormous as his thick dick approached my open hole. He pushed down into me gently at first and I uttered a long sigh as he moved into my depths with lone long insertion. He was up against me and I was filled with him. I could feel his balls and even then he pressed in a little more, eliciting a moan and a cry that came from deep in my throat. He began stroking in and out, up and down, deep with each entry. When he said, "Oh, you're taking it so good mom," it felt as physical to me as his actual insertions. As the thrusts became more powerful, I said, "I love you Michael, I love you, I love you..." He said, "I love you mom, it's better with you than with anybody." I wanted so much to believe it, that I did. He was coming up to his orgasm and with each push that spread and stretched my tight hole he said, "OH...OH...OH..." I couldn't wait for him to come, and I wanted him to never stop doing me. After escalating his voice and his plunges to the point of sweet aching, he released. Fired off is more like it. He called out, "JENNIFER...MOM, MOM, MOM..." He then made an exclamation of "Ahhh..." each time a cord of his cum filled more of the narrow channel until I was flooded to overflowing. I didn't know that men could come that much. He had come for me, because of me, and into me. I couldn't have been happier. He literally collapsed on the bed and pulled me down with him in one motion as he laughed. He said, "Wow mom, you really are something." I said, "What 'Something' am I baby?" He said, "You're the one that I love." I could have cried, but I was too busy kissing him. We made love until we were completely sober, satisfied, and asleep. Then we got up and did it again. So after Margit went back home, we hired two more people so we spend less time at Kiki's and more time in bed, and biking around Key West. We've had our six month anniversary, counting from the first night we made love. I think we're really in love, I know I am. Every once in while I tell him that maybe he should go out with girls his own age. He tells me I am his own age. He said that he wants to stay with me forever. I did cry when he said that. Michael tells me everything and I tell him everything, except what I've been thinking lately. That he makes me feel young, that he makes me feel young enough to have his baby. One day, soon, I will tell him.