27 comments/ 167180 views/ 137 favorites My Dates with Mom Ch. 01 By: thepeckker This is not a wham bam story -- go somewhere else for that. I do welcome constructive feedback and contact by other members. "This is your Captain speaking; we are now on our final approach and should be landing at the scheduled time of 2.40. Please fasten your seatbelts, ensure your seat is upright and tray is securely stowed". I inwardly groan. It's taken nearly 30 hours to fly back from Perth, Australia, and I have hardly had any sleep. I'm so tired, my eyes are gritty, I feel like shit, and to top it all off, the old duck next to me has done nothing but fart and snore for the past 5 hours. Now she's all excited about seeing her grandkids again. Yeah, like I give a fuck! My name is Tony and at the age of 24 my company decided they needed another geologist in their Perth office. It was a great opportunity for me as there is a lot of resource exploration going on down there. So I packed my bags, kissed mom, dad, and the twin's goodbye, jumped on a plane and headed "down under". Now here I am, 2 years later, heading back home on my annual four week vacation. I plan to stay with the folks for about two weeks then head over to New York for a couple more and some big time partying. I wanted to keep my homecoming a surprise but soon regretted that when 1 ½ hours later, after I had finally found my luggage and passed through customs, there was nobody to meet me. An anti-climax that just put me in an even fouler mood. When a taxi arrived I barked my parents address at the driver then settled into the back seat for the hour long trip. "We're here buddy." were the next words I remember. I had slept the entire journey home and now the driver had his hand out for his cut. Luckily I had exchanged some cash before I left Perth so I was able to fix him up and threw in a decent tip. "Sorry about the attitude earlier mate," I said as I slipped out the back door and grabbed my luggage from the trunk. As I turned and walked up the short path I took in the old place. Nothing had changed much. Everything had just gotten older and worn. Even the brass knocker on the front door seemed to have little life left as I rapped it to announce myself. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the handle turned, the door swung open, and there stood my mom, Laura. "Ugh," was all she could gasp as her mouth fell open and she immediately burst into tears. As her sobs continued she walked forward and placed her arms around my neck pulling me into her in the tightest hug. It was then that I could not contain myself any longer either. What energy I had left just evaporated and my tears joined moms. "Hh hi mom," I say between sobs, "do you think I could come in and stay awhile?" Mom lifts her head from my chest and with her right hand playfully punches me in the shoulder. As her sobs lessen she backs away and says "Get in here you!!" I place my luggage in the hallway as mom closes the door. She then grabs me by the arm and leads me into the kitchen where I can see she is in the process of preparing dinner. "Where's dad and the twins?" I ask. "The girls are upstairs, probably chatting on their ipads or something, and your dad will be home in about twenty five minutes," she responds, "but they can wait. I have missed you so much Tony, please stay with me and chat." And chat we did as mom continued to make dinner. Mom told me that, now the twins are nine years old, she has gone back to work part-time. Then all about dad's new promotion and how it takes him away from home more and more. As mom talked I looked at her a little closer and noticed a sadness that I had never seen before. For a middle aged woman of 46 my mom still looked pretty much okay. Probably better than just okay. She stands about 5 feet 7 inches with dark shoulder length hair that is starting to get a silver tinge through it. Her womanly hourglass figure is... well... motherly. You know what I mean, nicely curved and rounded but with a softness about it. But it is her green eyes I notice the most. The sparkle they once had was gone, and there is now a down turn to the corner of her mouth that I had never noticed before. I was used to my mother being vibrant and bubbly, now she seemed tired, worn and... well ...sad. As mom started on the updates for the rest of the relatives, dad arrived home. My dad Sam is 48 years old and a good guy. Over the years we developed more of a mate-ship than a father-son relationship. We both seemed to like the same things and it was my dad who got me into the oil industry, the same industry he works in. When dad walked in a saw me sitting there his face lit up like a beacon. He did not say anything but just took me in his arms, hugged me, while furiously patting me on the back. "Welcome home son," he said. "Thanks dad." Nothing further was needed. When the twins came down to see dad all hell broke loose. I was 15 years old when mom gave birth to twin girls. My parents had tried to have more children but it just didn't work out. I think they had resigned themselves to it just being the three of us when Wham!! not one but a double bundle. How often does that happen eh? All through dinner everybody was talking at me, wanting to know how my job was, did I have a girlfriend, did I see any kangaroos in the streets, and on and on and on. As much as I might complain, I had a great time and it was a wonderful welcome home. It was 7.45pm when mom said "Come on girls, bed time." Mom's announcement was met with a lot of Oh no's, and Oh please mom, and Jessica doesn't go to bed until 8.30. One thing I learnt growing up was that when mom said it was time to go to bed, then you would not convince her otherwise. "I am gonna go now too," I announced, "I am really tired after the trip and feel like I am running on fumes. Is my old room still available?" "Of course," mom said, "it's the same as it's ever been." The twins scampered past on their way to bed yelling their good nights on the way. I walked over to mom and said, "It's great to be home again mom" then wrapped my arms around her in a hug. She returned my hug then looked up to me and said "It's great to have you home too. We all missed you Tony. I missed you." "Good night mom," I said, and without thinking bent down and kissed her quickly on the lips before breaking the hug and, walking across to dad, shook his hand. "Good night son," he said, "and welcome home." The next three days were a blur for me. I was completely zonked out with jetlag and sleeping for more hours than I was awake, which was usually in the middle of the night. It was Sunday morning when I finally felt completely sane again and met everyone at breakfast. All the questions started over again, but amongst it all dad and I made a time to meet at the local bar for a few drinks later that night. I made a couple of telephone calls and headed out for the rest of the day to catch up with some old friends, some of which were now dating each other. The more things change, the more they stay the same, is right! I meet up with dad around 5.00pm and we immediately fell into old time conversation easily. One round of beers turned into another, and into another, and into another. Dad told me all about his new job and added responsibilities, how he has to go away and supervise some of the drilling rigs, but also how mom is not very happy about him being away. He even told me that he and mom had an argument on Friday night after I went to bed. Apparently over the next month he has to fly to the Middle East every Monday but will return for the weekends. Mom had hit the roof. "You can't go away when Tony has just got back," she had said. "Aww, Tony's in this game too," dad explained, "he will understand if anyone can." I told dad it was ok and I did understand. I knew how demanding the job could be and I had come home unannounced, so really, it was partly my fault anyway. We got home from the bar about 10.00pm very much worse for wear. Mom was nowhere to be seen so I presumed she must have gone to bed. What really made it a lot worse is that our dinner was still laid out on the kitchen table. Mom had probably been waiting for us to get home and we had let her down. I felt really selfish and angry with myself, in a drunk angry selfish way. I said goodnight to dad, had a shower, and collapsed on top of my bed in a stoned stupor, still naked and still soaking wet. Sometime during the night I felt the blankets being pulled up to cover me and then a light kiss on my forehead. And with that I felt warm, and safe, and loved. I woke the next afternoon with one hell of a hangover. Mom was at her part time job and the twins were at school. I remembered that dad had to catch a plane at 10.30 so I guess he must have made it. If there is one thing I had learned from living in Australia is that the beach can cure anything. Even hangovers. So I grabbed my trunks, a towel, and the keys to dad's car, and headed out for some of nature's cure. It was about 6.00pm when I finally got back home, still feeling like crap but at least a little better. "Tony! Tony! come play," the twins yelled as soon as I walked in the back door. Mom was in the kitchen again and looked up from the meal she was preparing. She could immediately see how bad I was feeling but didn't say a word, just cocked her right eyebrow and smirked, clearly indicating to me that the pain ain't over yet. I went with the girls and played for about the next hour before mom announced it was dinner time. The three of us joined mom at the table where generous helpings of pie with potatoes, peas, and spinach were waiting for us. The conversation flowed easily as everyone told the group what happened in their day. It was exactly 7.45pm when mom announced again, "Come on girls, bed time," to be met with the exact the same protests I had heard previously. I soon realised this was a nightly ritual. As mom put the twins to bed I cleared the dining table then stacked the dishwasher. I was still covered in sand and sea salt from the beach so I then headed upstairs for a shower and change of clothes. It was about 30 minutes later before I came back down the stairs and noticed mom was now seated in the lounge with the remnants of a rather large drink in front of her. I presumed it was a gin and tonic because that is her favorite. "Mind if I have one too mom?" I ask. "Of course not son, and you can get me another while you're at it" she said. As I returned to the lounge with the drinks, I said, "Is everything okay with you mom?" "Everything is fine love, why do you ask?" "Well," I said, "I have noticed that you do not seem as happy as you used to be. Sort of withdrawn and sad." "Oh I'm alright," mom said, "I just don't like it when your father goes away. These days it seems to be more often and for longer." "You know it's all part of his job mom," I say. "I know," she responds, "Your dad is a good man Tony and he's always been a good provider. It's just that when he's gone... I have nobody to talk to... nobody to share my bed with... and its lonely." "I'm here mom," I say, "we can talk. I know it's not the same as dad but at least you won't be lonely. I'm a good listener you know!" "You are such a sweet boy Tony and I am so lucky to have a son that cares as much as you do." she says, "Okay, what would you like to talk about?" "Why don't you tell me about you and dad when you were young? I don't know anything, like, how you met even," I suggested. Mom had just enough alcohol in her system to loosen her tongue and want to talk. And talk she did. We must have sat there for about the next three hours talking about her and dad. How they met through mutual friends, how they could never see enough of each other, how they would meet up with friends, go to the movies, or dancing at the local hall, or picnic's by the lake, or just out to a restaurant for dinner. By the end of the night mom was laughing and joking. She had that sparkle back in her eyes. It was at that moment that I decided I would make the next few days the happiest I could before dad arrived back. "Mom," I announced, "I am going to take you out on a date every night until dad gets home. That's the next three nights mom." "We can't do that Tony," she says. "What! You don't want to be seen with your son." I say rather dejectedly. Mom gets up from her chair and sits on the lounge next to me. She puts her arm around my shoulder and says, "It's not that Tony. I am very proud of you and would love to go out with such a handsome, dashing young man," the last with tongue in cheek, "it's just the girls. I have nobody that can look after them, especially for three nights in a row. It's a lovely thought Tony, and it makes me very happy to know that you would like to take me out, but its just not possible." "Well in that case," I announce, feeling confident once again, "we will just have to have home dates." "Home dates?" mom responds. "Yes! When the twins go off to bed you and I will go on our home date. Tomorrow night, we are off to the movies, so be prepared!!" and with that I jumped up and off to bed before mom could respond. The next day was another work day for mom so she was not around when I finally got up. I had to prepare for my date night with mom so the first thing was to make some frozen Margaritas. After seeing mom loosen up the previous night with her Gin I wasn't going to just serve Pepsi and risk everything going backwards. Just before mom was due home I left and went down to the movie store where I hired Pretty Woman, moms favorite movie, and brought some popcorn. Sneaking back into my room without mom and the twins noticing was a bit of a problem but I managed to accomplish it. At 6.30pm I hear mom yell "Tony! Girl's! Dinner Time!" Everybody gathers at the dinner table where the conversation immediately falls into the routine of previous dinners. What everybody got up to that day. Mom was giving me some rather inquisitive looks but I just pretended not to notice. When it came to my turn to say what happened in my day I just simply said that I visited some friends. At exactly 7.45pm mom announced, "Come on girls, bed time." "Mom," I said, "I will ensure the girls brush their teeth and get to bed, why don't you go and get ready for your date?" "Tony, don't be silly," mom said, "You don't have to do this you know." "Mom," I said rather firmly, "you are not going to the movies in your tracksuit, so to your room and get ready. Your date will pick you up at your room at 8.30pm so go get ready, and dress appropriately!" Mom didn't say another word. She just gave me a slight frown then turned around and headed off. The rush was then on for me to get the girls ready and into bed, set the lounge in front of the television, get the movie cued and ready to go, get the popcorn out and into platters, and finally, ensure the Margaritas were ready to serve. On my way up to have a shower, the last thing I did was turn on the table lamp and turn off the overhead room lights. Everything looked great. I was pleased with my efforts and hoped that mom enjoyed herself. At exactly 8.30pm I knocked on mom's bedroom door. There was a slight delay before the door opened. Wow! Mom was a knock out. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun she had put on eye shadow and lipstick. She wore a bright red cotton short sleeve shirt with the top two buttons undone. This only accentuated the cleavage of her rather pale breasts which, I must admit, I had never previously taken any interest in. She was also wearing a pair of tight dark jeans tucked into light brown leather three quarter boots with a high but sensible heel. I had never seen mom dressed this way before and she looked fantastic. "Wow!" I said out loud this time. "You look pretty good yourself mister," Mom said. I knew that I did. I wanted to make sure that mom knew I was serious about these dates so I had gone out of my way to ensure that I dressed up. "Are you ready to go now, Laura?" I said using moms Christian name and holding my hand out. Mom did not seem to mind, taking my hand and saying "Why certainly my dear boy." When we got to the top of the stairs and mom saw the room she stopped and said "Oh Tony, it all looks wonderful." The look on her face made it all worthwhile for me. "Come on Laura, the movie is about to start." I said as I hurriedly made my way down the stairs. I guided mom to her seat and without asking poured two Margaritas, handing one to mom. "A toast to a lovely evening mom..ahh... Laura," I said. Mom just smiled and we chinked glasses as I took my seat beside her. When I hit the remote control mom just squealed with delight as she realised what movie we were going to watch. She turned to me and said "Perfect," then gave me a peck on my cheek. We both then settled in to watch the movie and eating the popcorn, while regularly filling up our Margaritas. About half way through the movie I got up and made a new batch and when I returned with the jug mum moved over and cuddled up into me. It was a natural reaction for me to put my arm around her shoulders, as mom snuggled in closer, and just lightly caress her arm while we both continued to watch the movie in silence, each to our own thoughts. All through the movie I could her mom making little noises and sighs, depending on what was happening, and it was after a rather deep sigh that I looked down at her. Mom must have noticed my movement and looked up toward me with like a contented smile on her face. "Thank you for this Tony," she said, "this is wonderful and you are so thoughtful". "That's ok mom," I replied, "it's easy to do when you are the best mother in the world," and with that I just leant down and quickly kissed her on the lips. "Thank you mom," I continued before she could say anything, "for all the years that you have looked after me I owe you a lot more." "Oh don't be silly," she said, "you don't owe me anything, and anyway, I'm Laura tonight... remember!" We both giggled at that and went back to watching the movie in silence until Richard Gere carry's Julie Roberts off in the sunset. When the credits were rolling I switched the movie off and said, "Well Laura, I suppose I should get you home before your dad comes looking for me?" "Mmmm, I suppose so. I have had such a great night. Thank you again Tony." With that we both turned and walked up the stairs and stopped outside mom's bedroom door. "I know this is our first date Laura, but would you like to go dancing tomorrow night?" I said rather coyly. "I don't know whether I can take two dates in a row these days Tony," mom responded. Feeling more confident I said, "No excuses. Be ready at 8.30pm tomorrow night my good lady." "Okay then my young man, it's a date." she said, "I'm feeling a bit woozy after all that booze so I am going to turn in now Tony. Thank you once again for a great night. Bye honey." "Hold on Laura." I said, "Do I happen to get a goodnight kiss?" Mom turned back with a smirk on her face. In her best upper class voice she said, "Well I don't normally kiss on a first date, but given that you have been a true gentleman, and come from a respectable family, then I will make an exception tonight." With that mom moved forward and lifted her face toward me. I don't know what come over me at that point but as I was looking down into those captivating beautiful green eyes I forgot that Laura was my mom. As our lips touched briefly I opened my mouth and allowed my tongue to quickly swipe across mom's lips. Mom quickly pulled back. "Perhaps I was wrong about you being a gentleman after all," she admonished, "you should not kiss your mother like that Tony, please don't do it again." "I was not kissing my mother," I said, "I was kissing Laura, my pretty woman." My Dates with Mom Ch. 01 Mom never said another word but just spun on her heel, opened the bedroom door, and walked through closing it behind her. I thought perhaps that I had gone too far. Oh well, I will have to deal with that tomorrow. Just as I turned and went back downstairs I could hear the shower turn on from mom's ensuite. I turned off the DVD, cleaned up the mess, and washed all the dishes. I thought that if mom was going to have a go at me I might as well minimize the damage. When I made my way back I lifted the blinds to let the moonlight bathe my room, then had another shower before once again collapsing on the bed naked and wet. I could not get to sleep and tossed and turned thinking about the events earlier. I did not know what had happened but I did know that I had a sudden realization of attraction to my mother. No, more than that, I was sexually attracted to my mother. I wanted to know her, the real her. Not just the superficial parental knowledge, but the intimate knowledge. After about 1 hour of this torture I get up and head downstairs, not bothering to clothe myself, and grab a cool drink to take back to my room. Shortly afterward there is a light knock at my door. "Come in", I say as I sit up and pull the covers across me. The door opens slowly, mum enters, and then closes the door silently behind her. I can see by the moonlight that she has her hair down and is wearing a white three quarter length satin negligee with spaghetti straps and a lace bodice. As she walks slowly toward me I say, "Mom, I am very sorry about before. I didn't mean to upset you like that". "It's not mom," she says, "Its Laura." The full realization of those words hit home with a thud. My mother had come to my room to continue our date. I pulled the covers back and stood up, fully aware of my nakedness, and took my mother in my arms. "I hope your daddy doesn't find out about this," I say, "he will come after me with a scattergun I'm sure." With that I bent down and covered my mother's lips with my own. There was no resistance as I immediately felt her tongue come out to play with mine. The touch was light and physical. We caressed each other's tongue as we explored our lips, neck, ears and eyes, slowly and sensually. I had never experienced anything like what I was feeling at that moment. Eventually we had to stop. Lost for breath we were both panting and just looking at each other. I guess the realization of what occurred must have hit home for mom at that moment. She quickly pulled away from me and said "Oh my god what have I done?" then turned on her heels and rushed from the room, leaving me standing hard and naked in the middle of the room. With my cock pointing the way I decided to go after her. I could see the light was on in her bedroom so, without knocking, I just turned the knob and went in. Mom spun around as I entered the room, "Get out. Get out Tony, I can't do this right now," she said. I continued to walk toward mom, my 6½ inch cock bouncing with every step and pointing directly at her. "It's ok Laura," I said, "It's all ok." With that I once again took my mother in my arms and kissed her long and lovingly. At first she did not respond but soon became a willing partner. As we were kissing I decided to push the envelope further and started to run my hand up and down mom's back, slowly from the crack of her arse to the base of her neck and back again. I then turned mom around and started kissing the base at the back of her neck and nibbling at her ears. I moved my hand up to caress the front of her neck then slowly inched it down until I felt the beginning of the swell of her breasts. Mom immediately reached up and grasped my hand. "It's ok Laura," I whispered into her ear, "your daddy won't know. Nobody will know." I removed my hand from mom's grasp and placed each of my hands on her shoulders. As I continued to lick and kiss the back of her neck I slowly moved the negligee strap from each shoulder down onto her arms. There was no further resistance from mom as I moved the straps further and further down until they fell into the crease of her crossed arms, the negligee bodice following shortly after. We stayed like that for a few minutes, me totally naked with my cock pressing hard into mom's back, and mom naked from the waist up. Finally I heard her give a deep sigh and allow her arms to drop with the negligee falling off completely. Mom pulled away from me then turned to face me. For the first time completely naked. I visibly sucked in my breath. My mother was beautiful. Her breasts were about a 34D, lily white, and pointed downward. Her aureoles were quite large and a mushroom colour with each being adorned by a very hard large nipple. "Laura," I gasped, "you are beautiful". "This is going to get very messy," she replied, "are you sure about this Tony?" "Come back to my room Laura." I said as I held my hand out. Mom took hold of my hand and we both walked silently back to my bedroom. I immediately pulled the covers back completely and then lay down pulling mom with me. As we lay facing each other, "Tony," mom said, "I'm scared." "There is nothing to be scared about Laura," I say, "we can keep this a secret from everyone." "It's not that, we are way beyond that anyway. No it's your penis Tony. Sam is the only lover I have ever been with and, well... you are very large," she said looking down toward my cock. Well that was one comment I never expected to hear. I knew that my cock was not exceptionally long, however it is very fat. Very, very fat actually and has been trouble for other ladies in the past. "Laura, we can take it very slow," I say, "and we can stop anytime you would like to." With that I take mom's hand and move it down toward my cock. She is very tentative about touching me. "What's wrong Laura?" "I'm not sure," she says, then sits up and slides her feet to the floor. I was up like a flash and stood in front of her, my cock pointed directly at her mouth. I slowly kneel to the floor until I am looking directly at her, then move forward until our lips meet once again. A small noise escapes from mom as we once again start to make out. I continue to move forward until mom is laying on the bed, her feet on the ground, with me on top. I position my cock so that it has nestled on moms pelvis, the slowly move back until I feel contact with moms pubic hair. I let out a deep long sign as I feel the heat emanating from her. Mom breaks the kiss, "Tony, I need to try this right now, I don't want to wait any longer. Please go easy though." I give mom one last kiss then sit myself up. My eyes never leaving hers, I place each hand under mom's thighs, then gently lift and spread her legs apart slowly until mom has opened herself up to me completely. It is then that I look down and notice mom's pussy. She has a boldly protruding pelvic bone with the most beautiful pussy adorning it. Lusciously inflamed vagina lips are split by the pimple of a clitoris just hiding beneath. Mom's pubic hair is cut very short and neat. Everything is glistening from the juices emanating from within. "Laura, you have a very beautiful vagina," I say. "Do you think so; I've always thought it was ugly." "No, just the opposite Laura. It's my fantasy vagina, just perfect," I say. I then position my rock hard cock along the length of mom's pussy and slowly run it back and forth, lubricating it as best as I am able. I then place the bulbous head between mom's pussy lips and run it back and forth until I feel the entrance to mom's canal. I look up and mom has a look of concern on her face. I slowly push the head of my cock against the elastic restriction of the closure. I feel mom tense as I work myself in and back, in and back, gradually getting deeper. I can feel the skin slowly stretch itself around my cock head until suddenly its past the widest point and I slip in as far as the bunched up foreskin. I stop there and rest. Allowing mom to get used to my girth. Eventually I say, "Can I continue to make love to you Laura?" "yes," mom whispers. "Can I make love to you mom?" "Yes, my precious son. Please make love with me, I love you." I then watch the amazing sight of my cock entering my mother's pussy as I slowly rock back and forth, back and forth, gently maneuvering my cock deeper and deeper. I hear moms breathing change from short sharp gasps to longer drawn out moans. Finally I have my full length inside my mother. She is on fire. The heat encompassing my cock from my mother's love is like a flame on my skin. I move between moms outstretched thighs and kiss her slowly and passionately. I can feel her pelvis start to move as I commence to move with her. Our lips never leave each other as our pace quickens. I can hear a deep guttural grunt coming from mom as she meets each of my thrusts, her thighs like a vice against my ribs and her fingers embedded into my back. It is not long before I can feel the stirrings deep within my balls and I know I am just moments from orgasm. I break the kiss. "Sorry but I am going to cum already mother," Mom pulls me tighter to her and whispers, "Its ok baby, cum in me, I want to feel all of you." Knowing that my mother wants me to give her everything just sends me over the edge. I feel the sperm work itself along my tube until I cry out when the first rope escapes into my mother's depths. I grab mother tightly as I hammer my cock hard into her, with each thrust another rope of cum escapes until I am completely spent and collapse upon her trying to swallow gulps of air. After a few minutes I lift myself up and looked at my mother. She has a tear rolling down her face. She knows that nothing will ever be the same. We crossed a line that is never meant to be crossed. We both had a need and put everything else aside to satisfy ourselves. I poked my tongue out and tasted the saltiness of her tear. "I love you mom." My Dates with Mom Ch. 02 Thank you to all those that provided feedback, either posted on Chapter One or via my profile. I do appreciate it and I do read every one of your comments or suggestions. I try to write my stories with respect to the woman depicted and will not consider degrading acts... well maybe a little, acknowledging that we all get our kicks in different ways. I try to write stories for the reader to get lost in the fantasy, not as a literary masterpiece. I therefore have no time for those of you that prefer to provide feedback on the contextual use of "mom" and "mum", and for those who wish to debate the use of a colon in 7.30pm, please take your colon to the Gay section... I'm sure it will be put to better use there. Stay safe everyone, you are all important people - thepeckker From Chapter One After a few minutes I lift myself up and looked at my mother. She has a tear rolling down her face. She knows that nothing will ever be the same. We crossed a line that is never meant to be crossed. We both had a need and put everything else aside to satisfy ourselves. I poked my tongue out and tasted the saltiness of her tear. "I love you mom." Chapter Two continues: "And I love you to Tony," she replied, "but what we have done is..." "Wonderful," I interjected as I lay my head against her neck and snuggled closer. "Tony, I need to go back to my own room," she said softly, "I need some time to myself right now." I lifted myself onto my elbows and studied moms face for a moment. The tracks were still visible from her tears and her brow was furrowed. Although her eyes now had a sparkle to them, I assumed that was from crying. "Sure mom," I said, "but I want you to know that being like this with you has been one of... no,... the absolute highlight of my life." "Thank you son," she said, "but please let me up so that I can leave." As I lifted myself off, my cock gave an audible plop as it exited mom's pussy. I did not look down but stopped and looked straight at mom. Although her face was still sad, her mouth broke into a discernable grin at the edges. I rolled onto my side, and as I did, mom pulled the covers across to hide her nudity from me. I lay there still naked as mom stood up and wrapped a sheet around herself. She then turned to me and quietly started to sob. As the tears started to flow once again she said, "I'm sorry Tony. This is so wrong in so many ways. I don't..." I cut her off. "Don't say anything more mom. Not just yet." With that she nodded. Her eyes slowly swept down my body and lingered on my cock lying flaccid and glistening in the moonlight with our combined juices. When they returned she looked directly at me, gave a barely discernible nod, then turned and left my room silently. "Wow, what just went on," I thought to myself as I tried to figure out the events of the past hour. Making love to my mother had been just so fantastic. I had never felt such passion before. My emotions were still electric as my heart continues to beat so hard it is thudding in my ears. It was clear that my mother enjoyed all of the kissing and caressing. So what had changed mom's demeanor? Perhaps she didn't like my cock? I know it's not long but perhaps it was just too fat and she was uncomfortable? Maybe I am just no fucking good fucking and she was completely dissatisfied with my abilities? After all I did come very quickly, and there wasn't any foreplay. But that was at her request, and it was our first time! I continued to mull everything around in my head looking for a solution, and when an answer did not come I was just determined to make my dancing date with Laura the following night something special. With that decided I pulled up the remnants of the covers, turned on my side, and welcomed the blackness that soon descended. The sunlight bursting through my window woke me and, when I looked at my clock, I could not believe it was 10:30am. I quickly pulled on my shorts and rushed downstairs. "Mom, ...mom," I called. There was no response. "Of course," I said to myself as the penny dropped, "It's Wednesday and mom will be working until about 3:00pm before she collects the girls." As I entered the kitchen I looked for a note, looked for anything that could be a message from mom. But there was nothing. "Right," I thought, "time to get moving". With that I quickly had a shower, grabbed some new sheets for my bed, as the old ones were clearly soiled with a huge dry patch. "Fuck, how much did I cum last night," I thought as I put the old sheet in the laundry. I noticed that its matching partner was also in the laundry and that it was also soiled. Mom must have put it there before going to work. My cock started to get hard as I thought about mom cleaning herself off with this sheet, cleaning all of my cum as it dripped from her pussy. I picked it up and held it to my nose. I wondered if mom's pussy had left a distinctive odour. There was nothing. I threw the sheet back on the floor, headed back to the kitchen and grabbed the keys to dad's car, then hit the road. I'd already searched the internet and worked out that it would take me two hours to drive to the costume hire place that specialized in rock-n-roll type outfits, which unfortunately was in the next town. I don't remember most of the drive as I continued to mull over the events of the night before. Before I knew it the two hours had gone and I was pulling up outside the front of "Cabaret Costume Hire". Most costume shops have that musty smell to them and this was no different. Behind the counter was a woman of about 35yo, about 5ft 7in, and platinum blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed like she had just come out of a soda shop from the 1950's, however it was the lilting screech of her voice that shattered the whole illusion. "And what can I do for you today," she greeted me. "Hi there," I said, "I am looking for a special outfit for a special lady to go dancing with tonight. Something that will be fitting for social dancing more than specifically for rock, or latin, or ballroom. Do you have a sort of middle of the road outfit?" "Oh yes," she screeched, "we can cater for all sorts of occasions. Come over here with me honey and we will see what we can find." Well that was easier said than done. I had no idea there would be so many designs, colours, skirts, dresses, slacks, sequins, laces, tassels, lycra, chiffon, flats, pumps. The list was endless. Finally, out of frustration the assistant asked who the dress was for, and before I knew it I had blurted out that it was for my mother. "What!" she exclaimed, "You're looking for a sexy dress for your momma? To take dancing?" I just looked at her not knowing what to say. When the silence got too long I said, "Well yes. She's a wonderful lady and a fantastic mother who also happens to be sexy with it. What's wrong with wanting to do something nice with her?" "Nothing I guess," she responded, "I hope my bloody no good boy's think like you one day. It would be lovely if they give me a thought sometime instead of just thinking about their stomachs and their dicks! I've got two of 'em you see... 15 and 13... their old man cleared off and left me to bring 'em up myself. Bloody useless bastard he was... and they're turning out the same as 'im. Come with me darl, I got something out the back that just might do the trick." As soon as she held it up I knew that it was the one. It was an ice blue silk ¾ length dress, fitted at the waist, and with a strapless top. The fall of the skirt was just spectacular and I just knew that with every twirl the skirt would flair out beautifully. "Oh yes," I said, "that is just perfect." "It won't be too revealing for your mother will it?," the assistant said, "that neckline does plunge rather deeply." "On no!" I responded, "it's perfect." "So, what about you then?", "she continued, "how about an outfit for you?" It took another hour before I eventually settled on a black tango all-in-one outfit, settled the account, and was making my way back home once again. It was 4 o'clock by the time I drove into the driveway. Mom's Honda people mover was already in the garage and I parked dad's Mercedes next to it. As quietly as possible I removed the costumes from the back seat and went around the front of the house with the intention of slipping through the front door unnoticed. Just as I opened the door I heard mom call to me from upstairs. "Tony, is that you?" Fuck, what to do? "Yeah mom, it's me." I responded. I raced through to the laundry, dropped the costumes, and managed to return to the kitchen just as mom and the twins appeared. "Tony," mom said not looking toward me but pretending to look for her car keys, "I just have to take the girls down for their gymnastics lessons and then we were going to stop off for some pizza. Will you be ok to get your own dinner?" "Sure mom, no problem," I responded as she walked straight past me. As she was about to go out the back door mom turned. I was shocked by the sadness I saw in her. "We need to talk about last night son," was all she said before slowly turning her back and heading out to the garage. Oh no! That didn't sound too promising. Given moms attitude I debated long and hard about whether to go ahead with the dancing date. In the end I thought I would just lay mom's costume out on her bed so that she could at least see the trouble I had gone to. Even if the evening turned really bad perhaps that would soften mom's attitude toward me. Dad's music system was so antiquated that I spent the next two hours lounging on my bed downloading a variety of music files to my iPod and creating a playlist that I thought mom might like. By that time it was 7 o'clock so I headed back downstairs to make some dinner for myself. Although the pantry was well stocked it took me a long time to find everything I needed because I was no longer used to the location of specific items. Plus after two years I was now used to Australian ingredients. Nevertheless, I managed to make myself a three egg ham, cheese, and tomato omelet with baked herbed potato and asparagus spears on the side. I propped myself up at the kitchen breakfast bar and got stuck in. I was only half way through my meal when mom arrived home and the girls come running in to tell me all about their practice. They screwed their noses up when they saw what I was eating, preferring to boast about the pizza, fries, and ice-cream they had just consumed. "Well it's great to see that you know how to eat reasonably healthy," mom said, then, "come on girls, shower and off to bed with you, I'll be up shortly." Surprisingly the twins never argued this time. I surmised that all of the exercise had worn them out and tonight they welcomed their beds. As they scampered out of the kitchen and up the stairs, mom came over and sat on the stool beside me. She then reached out and took one of the asparagus spears from my plate. "Hey this isn't half bad." she said, "Can I have another?" "Of course, take what you would like," "Tony, about last night," she continued as if I hadn't answered her, "I have been sick with worry and guilt. What we did was so very very wrong. It is wrong in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of society. You are my son for goodness sake! A mother is not supposed to do those things with her children. She is supposed to protect them." "Mom," I interjected, "I am ok with what happened. I am not emotionally scarred or damaged. In fact mom, I love you so much more because of what happened. You are so very special to me now, so much closer in my heart." I could see her face soften at my words. "Tony, I don't think that you realise the full impact of what could occur because of those few minutes. This can have an impact on your father, the twins, my marriage, and our family. I have never cheated on your dad since we have been together. Oh there were opportunities of course, but I never wanted to betray your father. I love him so much and we have had a fantastic life together so far. Oh! I admit that I am unhappy about him being away all the time for work these days, but that's his job, that's not him. Now, not only have I betrayed him but I have done so with his son, our son. Don't you see what all of this could mean to our family?" I admit that I had not thought it all through. I had been selfish and only concentrating on my own emotions and physical gratification. "I am sorry, mom," I answered, "I hadn't thought of all that." "I know you hadn't Tony," she responded, "Can't you see that it has to stop here. We have to try and put this behind us and continue as mother and son. Act as if nothing happened and continue on with our lives. We must take this secret to our graves. Can you do that Tony?" "But, what about birth control mom? We never took the time to be very responsible in that department either," I said. "Its ok honey," mom responded, "I went to see the doctor today and have taken the morning after pill. I know I will be ill tomorrow... but better now than in nine months eh?" Mom had taken all of the responsibility and I had done nothing. "Don't worry mom," I said, "I never intend to tell anybody that I had a lover that is my mother... and a mother who is my love. Our secret is safe." With that mom reached up and softly stroked my face. "Thank you. Your reassurance means so much. I feel so much better now, but right now I must go and see if those girls have made it into bed yet." And with that she got up and left, leaving me feeling emotionally exhausted... hungry no longer. I sat at the counter for about another 15 minutes before washing up and heading to my room. As I passed, I could hear the soft sound of sobbing coming from my parents room. I knocked lightly, "Mom, are you ok?" Receiving no response I slowly turned the knob and silently opened the door. Mom was sitting on the edge of her bed with the remnants of tears rolling down her face. She held a tissue to her nose whilst her other hand was tentatively pulling at the edge of the gown I had laid out for her hours previously. Fuck, I had forgotten all about that. She lifted her eyes to meet mine as I hesitantly took a step forward. "It... its beautiful Tony," she said, her sobs ebbing, "It's the most beautiful dress I've seen." "Well it was meant for Laura mom, but she cancelled our date a short time ago." What remained of mom's sobs then intermingled with little giggles. "She always was a bitch that woman," she replied, then, "I never really approved of you going out with her anyway. She is much too old and cunning for you." "I don't believe that to be the case mom. Nevertheless, I would love to go dancing with her... sort of au revoir to a relationship that never really got started I guess." Mom just sat on the bed looking at me for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably more like 30 seconds. Her tears had now dried, leaving her face red and streaked, then quite suddenly she broke the awkward silence and said, "What, you mean like a platonic break-up date?" "Well, yes... it would be a shame to see such a beautiful dress go to waste," I responded. "Mmmm, that would be a shame," mom said, and after a momentary deliberation continued, "You know, I reckon if you turned up at Laura's door unannounced, say in about an hour, you might just catch her out." "Do you really think so mom?" I asked eagerly, and when mom gave a little nod I continued, "You know I think your right. I'll give that a go then." With that I left moms room and continued on to my own. I don't know why mom suggested going through with the date, but I think she probably felt bad about all the trouble I had gone to and just wanted to make some amends to me. I stripped naked, grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I could hear mom's shower going as I passed her room and was instantly cheerful. I had a shave and then took my time in the shower, turning the hot water up and just allowing the stress and tiredness to wash from me. By the time I got back to my room and I was feeling completely refreshed. I hadn't tried my costume on at the store, I was already running late by then, and so it wasn't until now that I realised I should have gotten the bigger size. This costume was not just tight, but it was like a second skin. It had a stretchy lycra top that had a deep scooped neck down to the lower chest, then from the thighs it flared out and each leg was covered with diamantes and glitter. My crotch area was very pronounced and my underwear was keeping everything bunched up. I made the only decision I could. Off came the underwear, it was commando tonight. After I had made the necessary adjustments I looked better than ok. The neckline showed off my chest rather nicely and my package was hidden a lot better than it had been previously. Once I was finished I headed downstairs to the patio and cleared away all of the chairs to make way for a small dance floor. The type of flooring wasn't ideal but it was enough to be able to get some moves going. I then grabbed one of dad's champagnes from the fridge and set up glasses along with plenty of ice. When I thought everything was a good as it could be, the last thing I did before going back upstairs was to set the iPod going softly with some Glenn Miller music. I was very nervous when I knocked on mom's bedroom door again. Momentarily the door swung inwards and there mom stood dressed in the ice blue silk outfit. It fitted her perfectly, "just as well I had remembered to take her size with me," I thought. The bodice fitted snuggly and was adorned with mom's milky white breasts filling the inbuilt bra cups to the max. Mom had pulled her hair back into a bun exposing a small diamond cluster on a gold necklace that hung around her neck. "Wow! Laura," was all I could say as my mouth hung open. "It is beautiful isn't it Tony?" mom said, "I just feel so elegant." "You look spectacular!" was all I could muster. Then gathering my thoughts together I continued, "Would you like to come dancing with me tonight Laura?" "Yes, I would like that very much thank you Tony," mom said, and as she moved to entwine her hand with my outstretched arm. I noticed her take a quick glance down at the bulge in my crotch. Unsurprisingly, it had risen significantly since my initial knock on the door. We spent the next two hours dancing our feet off. Non-stop we went through jive, swing, waltz, quickstep, and foxtrot. Well the best we could do anyway. Unbeknown to mom I had been having lessons so I had a good grasp on most of the dances. Mom, on the other hand, was completely out of practice. I did notice that the skirt of her dress did flair out with each twirl, giving me a glimpse of the powder blue lace French knickers she wore underneath. The end effect of the night was a lot of sore toes and multitudes of laughter mixed with a decent helping of alcohol. We were both very relaxed by the time an extended Rumba mix came on. Mom said, "I think that's enough for me. I am feeling quite heady from the alcohol and I do have an early start in the morning." "Ok Laura," I said, "but how about one more dance for the road?" and before mom could object I pulled her close to me and commenced leading her with the gentle gyration of the Rumba. Mom placed her left arm around my neck, allowing me to glide her around slowly and seductively, as she rested her head against my chest. I looked down upon her, then further to her cleavage. The image of those lacy French knickers flashed back into my head and the effect was immediate. My restrained cock started to fill, and coupled with the gyrations against my mother's body, it started to harden. "Mmmm," said my mother as she started to respond in kind. Shortly afterward she must have realised what was happening and suddenly pushed away. "This has been a great night Tony. Thank you very much, but I have to get some sleep now." Mom then turned without so much as another word and made her way up the stairs. My Dates with Mom Ch. 02 Once again I was left confused, and worse still, I had to clean up our mess again. It was about 30 minutes later that I made my way up the stairs. As I approached moms room I could see that it was in darkness. Maybe it was the booze, maybe I was just pissed off, but as I was alongside the door I opened it and walked straight into mom's room. "What is it?" I heard mom ask with concern. "It was that bitch Laura mom." I said, "We had a great night then she left me without so much as a good night kiss, and on our second date no less." As I slowly started to walk further into the room, my path illuminated by the hallway light, mom said, "I did warn you that she was no good for you Tony." As I approached mom sat up in bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, and when I sat on the edge next to her she shimmied towards the middle giving me some extra room. "I know you warned me mom, but I came to a decision about that," I said. "Oh, and what just may that be?" she replied with a look of concern. "I am not going to allow Laura to treat me like that!" and with that I leant across, held my mother each side of her face, and placed my lips upon hers. We both opened our mouths instinctively, readily accepting each other's tongue as we continued to explore. There was an urgent hunger within each of us as we wildly sucked and licked each other. Suddenly, "Stop! Stop this Tony!" mom said. "We can't do this anymore, you know that!" "Mom," I responded, "It wasn't me that had a problem with it. You were the one who came up with all of the excuses not to do this... but you never actually said how you really felt yourself... did you?" Mom delayed her response as she sat holding her head in her hands. Then with a huge sigh "No, I didn't Tony. I loved what we did. I loved having you so close to me once again. You made me feel so warm, and content, and so loved. There is nothing greater for a mother to feel with her child, but it is morally wrong, Tony. We can never be like that again" "You left me thinking that you hated what happened, or you hated my penis, or I wasn't good enough for you!" I said, "I had a whirlwind of thoughts going round and ..." "No! It wasn't like that. I'm so sorry Tony," mom interjected, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen or for you to feel that way. What we shared was lovely Tony. If I'm honest, I didn't want you to stop... and when you cum so soon... well that didn't matter really. As for your penis, well it did scare me at first. I know you are average in length Tony but it's just sooo fat! I didn't think it would fit and that scared me! Look, we shouldn't be talking like this Tony, it's not right for a mother to speak like this with her child." "I don't care," I said, "I want to be with you again mom. I want to be your lover. I want to feel myself joined with you and experience the ecstasy of spewing my seed inside of you again." I then stood up and in the filtered light from that hallway globe; I slowly stripped myself naked, openly exposing myself completely to my mother. My cock so engorged with blood it was like a steel pylon. "Please don't do this," my mother said, her eyes fixed on my manhood, "I don't know if I have the strength to resist Tony. I'm begging you son, please don't." As I was standing there I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly started to pull my foreskin back and forth. "Don't worry mom, I am not going to fuck you," I heard mom gasp as I continued, "not until you say you want to fuck me mom." "Please don't speak to me like that Tony," she said, "I don't want to think that was all it was, I don't want you to dirty what happened between us." "Alright," I said, "but we can still have some other fun together can't we?. You like what I am doing now don't you mom, you like looking at me pulling my cock don't you?" Mom looked up at me with a quizzical gaze upon her face. "Isn't that still wrong Tony? Isn't being unfaithful in a different way still cheating on your dad?" she questioned. "Would dad masturbate in front of you mom? Would dad spew his cum over you mom?" I reasoned. "No," mom responded, "no he wouldn't do any of those things... and I wouldn't ask him to anyway... He would think I was sick if I did that." I immediately came back at her, "Well I could argue that you are not cheating if he wouldn't do it with you in the first place." I continued to slowly stroke my cock, "and anyway, you like what I am doing don't you mom? You like looking at me giving myself pleasure don't you?" Mom was silent for a short time, and then sighed, "I have not seen anybody do this before, Tony. Yes I do like watching you, ...your penis is beautiful." "You know, back in Australia the guys at the footy club gave me the nickname 'stubby'. They said it is because my cock is like a beer bottle." Mom chuckled as I continued, "Would you like to watch me continue mom? Would you like to see me cum?" I never gave her the opportunity to answer, "Let the covers down mom, I want to see all of you, I want to cum thinking about you, cum watching your body, cum thinking of fucking you mom. Please let the covers down," I pleaded. As I stood over my mother and continued to pump my cock, she slowly released the covers from her neck and pushed them down to her waist. Mom's breasts had fallen either side of her chest with her large nipples erect and pointed downwards. With my free hand I reached out tentatively and took one of her breasts in my hand, feeling its weight and then giving the nipple a gentle squeeze. Mom gave out a little moan then sucked in her breath, "Oh my god Tony, you shouldn't be doing that... Ooooh... please don't." I did stop, but only long enough to reach across and do the same to moms other breast. After having three children mom's breasts were no longer firm and upstanding, but they were sensitive and did react to my gentle caressing. Mom didn't make any move to stop me. Her hands remained at her sides. With a glazed look she continued to watch me pump my cock faster and faster. Little moans escaped from her as every-so-often her tongue would poke out and lick her lips. I removed my free hand from mom's breasts then reached down and slowly pulled the covers completely off, entirely exposing my mother to my lustful gaze. She had worn nothing to bed other than those powder blue French knickers. I audibly sighed at the sight of my mother lying on the bed beneath me. "Oh mom!" I said as I pumped my cock full speed, feeling the pressure build deep within, "Oh mom, you are just sooo beautiful. I really wanna feel myself inside you again mom, I really want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you. Oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna cum mom, I'm gonna cuummm." It was then that I lost control. I didn't care about anything. I was at that point that only another guy can understand; the heightened emotions and intense euphoria of release. My first rope of cum whizzed in an arc across mom and landed in the middle of dad's side of the bed. The ropes that followed created a mess. I was pumping my cock so hard cum just flew all over the bed in every direction. I didn't care, I just wanted the release. Finally, when I had nothing left, my legs gave out beneath me and I collapsed on the bed beside mom. I could feel my own sticky cum on my arse as I sat there. I gave a huge satisfied sigh and looked at mom. She had her eyes screwed shut with little bubbles of cum dotted across her face and chest, and one large rope that started in the middle of her chest, went across her left breast, and onto her arm. Mom opened her eyes and surveyed the mess before her. Without a word I reached down and slipped my finger up the baggy leg of mom's French knickers. I immediately felt the heat emanating from her pussy. There was no objection as I worked my way across mom's neatly cropped pubic hair until I felt the unmistakable rise of her pussy lips. My fingers gently stroked the length of mom's vagina, slowly forcing its lips apart, until they sunk into the depths of her soaking wet slit, searching for that little nub. I knew exactly when I hit the right place. Mom nearly jumped 10 feet. "Get away Tony," mom hissed, pushing my shoulder forcefully, "get away from me so that I can get cleaned up... and get back to your own room! I don't want you in here ever again!" As I stood mom elbowed her way past me, her tits swaying violently from side to side as she stormed into the ensuite. As soon as the door was closed I could hear the unmistakable click of the lock... it was that small noise that brought me back to the present. I picked my clothes up from the floor and sulkily made my way to my own bedroom. I knew that I had fucked up big time. I had gone too far. Mom had enjoyed watching me jerk myself, but in order to self-satisfy I had forgotten where I was, and who I was with. I tossed my rented costume into the corner of my room and flung myself onto the bed, now angry with myself as I thought about the events of the evening. Not 15 minutes passed before the bedroom door was flung open and mom stepped inside, completely naked and hair still wet from her shower. As she closed the door behind her she said angrily, "Why did you treat me like that? Do you just think of me as a slut? Is that what I am to you Tony? Just your fuckin slut that you can do anything with?" I had never seen my mother this angry. As she made her way across to me I said, "Mom, I..I..." "Don't say another word you fuckin arsehole. I.. do.. not.. want.. to.. hear.. one.. further.. word.. from.. you! You come into my room, you don't listen to what I say, you disrespect your father, then you spray your dirty fuckin seed everywhere." I try to interrupt again, "Mom..." SLAP!! Mom gives me such a whack across my face I start seeing stars, "I said not to say another fucking word, didn't I? You still won't listen to me, you disrespect me, and you treat me like your slut. What sort of son are you? If you had your way you would probably like me to get down and suck that fucking cock of yours? Is that the next move Tony is it? Yeah look at you. I can see your fuckin cock starting to get hard again. Yeah, that's what you want... you want your mother to suck your cock because you treat your mother like your slut... you fuckin arsehole." I didn't know what to think or what to do. My face still stung from the hit mom had given me, now here she was going ballistic with language I had never in my life heard from her. "Look at that fucking thing. Hard as a rock again," mom continued, "Well, if you think your mommy is a slut, then that's exactly what she will be." With that mom reached out and grabbed my cock with both hands, dropped onto her knees between my legs, and lowered her mouth onto the tip of my cock. "Yeeoooww," escaped from my mouth before I could stop it. To have a woman suck my cock is amazing... to know that woman is your mother is beyond description. Mom raised herself up onto her haunches. WHACK!!, "I said to shut the fuck up," she said, then lowered her mouth down onto my rod once again. Because my cock is so fat mom had no hope of getting her mouth open wide enough, but what she did with her tongue was truly amazing. She licked me all around my cock head and down onto my balls, gently sucking at my scrotum sack, before making her way back again. I knew she couldn't last for too long before her jaw would ache, but what she did next was not expected. "I guess I am not so good a slut as you thought eh Tony," she said, "I couldn't get your rocks off with my slutty mouth, could I? I wonder if I can get you to cum with my slutty cunt!" Woah! Where did that come from, I thought. "Is that what would do it for you son?" mom continued, "Is it mommy's dirty cunt that really gets you goin? You wanna pump mommy full of your seed? Is that it? Is mommy just another slut for you to fuck with that huge fat cock? You want split your mommy open?" There was no denying it. Mom was in control of me. She knew what she was doing and she knew she had sent me over the edge. At this moment she could do whatever she wanted with me and I would gladly comply. Mom straddled my legs and shuffled her way forward. As her pussy reached my cock it settled neatly between the folds and she rocked herself backward and forward. It was moms turn. She was using my cock to get herself off. I could hear her breathing get quicker and heavier. I raised my head and looked down. The sight was amazing. Mom had her legs spread as far as possible, my cock split evenly between her engorged pussy lips. It looked as though mom may have cum already as her complete pussy and most of my cock was covered in white lather and juices. Mom continued to slowly slide back and forth along the length of my cock, her movement only slowing as she lent down toward me and whispered in such a soft and gentle voice, "Tony, I want to feel you inside me again... I want to make love with you son... I know we shouldn't do this but I really need you now... let tomorrow be tomorrow" "Oh mom," I responded, "I love you so much mom, I will always love you... and I want to be here for you." With that mom reached down between us, grasped my cock and placed it at her tunnel entrance. I could feel the softness start to give as mom placed more and more of her weight onto my cock. Finally, the slimy juice covering my cock helped the head break through into the furnace of mom's pussy. Her cunt was on fire. Mom immediately stopped her movement, breathing in short sharp gasps. "It's ok mom," I said, "let's just take it easy." After a short while Mom sat upright and slowly started to impale herself onto my cock. As she moved up and down, each downward movement was taking a little extra of my cock inside of her. I looked down and watched intently as my cock invaded my mother, her pussy stretched so tight the skin around it had turned shocking white. Finally, with a small grunt, mom's pelvic bone hit mine, and I was completely inside my mother. "I have never felt so full Tony," mom said, "I am tingling inside as I feel your hardness reaching up into me." I raised my hands and caressed mom's breasts for a short time before draping one arm around the back of her neck and pulling her down to me. Our lips engaged for the first time since I entered her bedroom previously. There was no urgency, the was no wild hunger, there was only the soft sensual passion of two lovers engaging each other. Indiscernibly mom started to move up and down on my cock. She was obviously starting to feel comfortable with my size as her hips moved at an ever increasing pace. I reached down and grabbed mom by her arse cheeks, assisting her movement as I also started to raise my pelvis with each thrust. Suddenly mom broke our kiss, "Oh my," she said breathlessly, "Oh my Tony... please do it harder... please... I think I am going to cum." I did not need to be told anything further, I started to gather intensity further until I was pulling out to my maximum and then spearing my mother as hard as a I could with my cock. "Ohhh... ohhh... argggg," was all that mom said as her nails dug into my back and I could feel the heat from her cumming. I continued to watch my cock thrust into my mother. It was this sight, and the feeling of my cock head being caressed as it split my mother's pussy lips, that sent me over the edge. As my seed burst for the second time tonight, I forced myself hard into my mother and kept her there, trying to push my cock through the other side of her body. Finally, as the last contractions subsided within me, I released the hold I had upon my mother and sank back into my mattress. As mom continued to lay upon me, breathing heavily from the exertion of our love making, I wrapped my arms around her and just held her close. When I gathered my breath again I said, "Mom that was fantastic... I want you to know that I have no regrets making love with you. It was beautiful, you are beautiful. I have never thought of you as a slut, never anything like that at all." "Mmmm, thank you." mom said, "I have no regrets either son. I feel very satisfied too. I haven't cum like that in a very very long time." I kissed the top of moms head then said, "Sorry that I cum inside you again mom." "It's ok Tony," she said, "When I went to the doctor this morning, I also went back on the pill. Ha! ha!, perhaps I'm a slut after all... but only a slut for my son!"