16 comments/ 100911 views/ 61 favorites New Year's Resolution Ch. 01 By: Fausty This story is a combination of fictional and non-fictional events. The non-fictional elements were added mostly just to help with the formatting and flow of the events. It's obviously difficult to remember what was said and how it was said and therefore most dialogue, although close to being accurate, has been written in a fashion that makes for a more engaging and comprehensible story. In the end - it's just that, a story. What you take as real and not real is up to you as the reader. My job is to entertain you; so please enjoy. ***** New Year's Resolution Ch. 01 Now, don't get me wrong, I was excited for this trip. Despite being the house I was going to get laid in, I had no doubt in my mind that I would be able to rid my mind of previous troubles and enjoy my stay. Whether or not it would take a few drinks to get me to lighten up had yet to be proven, but I wanted to test the theory. We unpacked in the near-frigid sea air, being both relaxed by the sights and smells of the area and almost frozen to death by the relentless, sea-breeze. Eventually we got it all unpacked and set up on the first floor - where my mom and her mom would then load the dinky little elevator and send it up to the appropriate floors. We worked quickly, getting the luggage into each room and getting the food and liquor to the third floor - where we'd spend most of our time. For good reason too. With the open kitchen and main living room having a wide open view to the ocean, it was nothing to laugh at. It was the quintessential setting for a beach vacation. When you opened the windows and turned on the fireplace that rested in the center of the living room, you got a crisp breeze that would be instantly soothed by the warm haze that emanated out. This floor also included the master bedroom, shared by Mom and Dad. Despite Nana paying for the trip, she insisted that they have the room. I suppose since I'm describing one floor, I might as well describe the rest. The second floor, which essentially holds the main selection of bedrooms. Two of them had balconies directly under their third floor counterparts and every room had its own bathroom. Three of the rooms included queen sized beds and the fourth and final room on that floor had two twin sized beds that you could easily push together if you wanted a nicer setup for a night with your lover. No one took the room with the twins. I had my choice of any room, but I chose the room across from the twins, the only 'queen' room that didn't have a balcony. I let my brother and his partner take that room, which was directly next to mine. The room across theirs was Nana's room. She took it every year before now and it was no surprise she wanted it again this year. The first floor was actually pretty nice, despite us never spending all that much time down there. It included a single bedroom that had two bunk beds. Each bottom bunk had a full sized bed. So that would hold about six people comfortably. Not too shabby for one bedroom, but anyways, back to the rest of the floor. At the far back end, directly across from the front door was an open snack kitchen and in the middle of the room, a pool table. To the right, if you were coming in from the front door, there was the theater room. With cheesy popcorn carpet, '60s movie posters, wrought iron film reels and upward shining lights, it really did look the part. It had three levels of elevation. The lowest had two red leather chairs and a yellow leather table between them. The second level had a red leather couch just high enough to see above the first level viewers. The third and final level had a long, and you guessed it, red leather couch that spanned from wall to wall. It seemed to stay pretty dark in the back. So yeah, as you can imagine, it was cheesy as hell but it was also pretty comfy at the same time. Oh! And I forgot to mention the 65 inch smart TV mounted on the wall. That was pretty nice, too. Head back out of the room and hook a right, back toward the snack kitchen and you'll find a large sliding door that leads to the back of the house. It had a covered swimming pool, broken tables exposed to the elements without any maintenance and hidden away under the left second floor balcony, was the hot tub. As you can imagine, a hot tub on a cold winter night while listening to the crashing waves with a partner would a pretty heavenly experience. *** I had just finished unpacking my luggage, storing my clothes away, plugging in my tablet to charge and tossing my jacket onto the bed before I set out for the third room to join the rest. I had sat in my room for an unknown amount of time, wishing Allison was here with to no avail. I climbed the half landing staircase and was greeted with the sight of my family. Dad was checking what kind of kitchen equipment we had in stock. Mom was putting away wine and other assorted foodstuffs. Nana was on the couch, trying to get the TV to work while my brother, Geoff and his partner, Luis were sitting at the round glass dining table, talking and looking out at the ocean. Dad looked back toward the stairs at me, "Hey, Mike! What've you been up to?" "Oh not too much, just finished unpacking and thought I'd spend some time up here with y'all," I spoke as I reached the bar top, taking a seat. Mom finished arranging the liquor in an almost decorative state in the corner of the bar top counters before she walked over to face me, "Hey, why the long face, Sweetie?" She spoke in her usual, concerned motherly tone as she cocked her head slightly. God, even after all these years - those simple actions could seemingly make my heart beat a few hundred beats-per-minute faster. I hesitated, wondering if I should just avoid telling the truth, but decided against lying to the living lie detector who stood before me, "Ah, it's nothing, really. Just wish that Alli hadn't backed out like that is all." She straightened up and began to take a stern look upon her face as she took in my words. "Look, Honey. Allison was a bitch to leave you like that. She doesn't deserve you. Hell, I would say ninety-nine perfect of the god-damned population doesn't deserve my little man!" "Mom, come on, really. First of all, she's not a bitch. Second of all, I'm not your 'little man'." I made a show of flexing my biceps as I spoke, trying to ease the mood a little. It seemed to work, as she just laughed to herself and stared at my comically overly-theatric gun show. "Well then, my not so little man, what would you like for this here bargirl to get you? You obviously need some liquid happiness in you," she mocked, punctuating with a little wink. "Oh, well let's see here..." I leaned over the counter and took eyeful stock of the liquor. Vodka. "Got any Bloody Mary mix?" "Sure do! I assume that's what you want?" I nodded as I responded, "Yeah, that'll do! Something simple." She whipped up a nice Bloody Mary in no time flat, complete with a celery stick poking out the top. I sipped it liberally as I took in the ambient sunlight coming in from nearly all angles. "Good?" She surprised me a bit when she spoke. "Yeah. Thanks, Mom." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tight, "Of course, Sweetie. Anything for my little man!" Once again, making sure to mock me with that nickname, but I really didn't care anymore - the drink was beginning to ease any tension I had. *** "Alright, ladies and gents - what are we eating tonight? I can whip up some BLTs if that's to everyone's satisfaction!" Dad yelled out from the couch. We were all standing around the bar, getting a beer, some Whiskey Sours and a couple of vodka tonics for everyone. After a few looks around seemingly in agreement, I spoke up, "That sounds pretty good, Pops!" He started to get up from the couch as he grumbled back at me, "Oh come on, Kiddo. Don't call me that - I'm not that old." As the bacon sizzled, Dad sliced tomatoes and broke apart strips of lettuce while I eyed his wife, my mother dear. Now I'd be lying if I said my father was a dick. He was quite the opposite, in fact. He was as genuinely nice and caring as a father could be which is exactly what was causing this sense of guilt as I looked over her body. She was sitting at the bar wearing her skin-tight jeans, one leg crossed over the other. Her hands cupped her cheeks as she rested her chin in her palms. From my sideways vantage point, I could see her breasts hanging down, pressing against her blouse since she was leaning forward slightly. She wasn't wearing a bra! I could feel the tightness in my pants growing further into discomfort as I eyed her figure. Then, as I sought her face, I saw that her eyes were locked on mine. A small, knowing smile began to appear in her lips. I darted my gaze away, back towards my father as an all too familiar pit began to form in my stomach. While I tried to keep my attention on my father's cooking, I couldn't help but see Mom in the corner of my eye, staring intently at me just I had been doing before. "Come sit next to your momma, Big Man!" God dammit. I slid off the stool and walked past my brother and Luis toward Mom, who was patting the stool next to her. I got up onto the stool and tried to avoid eye contact for the moment, but she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me tightly against her before she whisperingly-slurred into my ear, "Are we going to have another incident?" She nuzzled into the crook of my neck as she continued, "Maybe that wouldn't be all that bad." I pushed back and harshly whispered back to her, "Mom! What the fuck?" She just looked back up at me with the most innocent look in her eyes while she slurred softly to me, "What? Don't you still want your old mom?" "Just stop it, Mom - you're drunk." I spoke back to her as I gently pushed her back into a sitting position. Just in time as well, as Dad brought a plate to me and Mom. I saw her lean toward me slightly in my peripheral before she spoke clearly, quietly and without any decipherable slur, "I'm not drunk, and I'm not blind either. I saw you checking me out over there." She sat up straight and started eating - just in time as well, Dad was returning with the other plates for everyone else. To be honest, I lost my appetite. Not only had I been caught gawking, but she was treating it as if she actually liked it. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she's my fucking mother and that's sick to even think about to most. On the other, she was possibly opening the gate to achieving my greatest goal - to love her in so many more ways than a son should. Right now, I was just anxious. I wanted to shovel the food down and hide in my room for the rest of the night, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. I began eating despite my distinct lack of appetite, sometimes catching Mom watching me out of the corner of my eye. Wonderful - now she was checking me out. Not that I had any sort of disliking to that. I didn't have any idea why she was acting so blatant about her presumed feelings toward me. Before that night, she had never shown anything further than the care of a loving mother and now - well things were certainly changing. *** The rest of dinner and the following evening were without incident and were fairly pleasant. We all got pretty drunk and played Scattergories, put on a horror movie which promptly sent my nana downstairs to go sleep and then we all settled down with some more-than-uplifting TV. One by one, we left for our rooms and their beds within. That night I had some trouble getting my restless mind to ease its incessant mental form of tossing and turning. I couldn't shake the thoughts of what Mom had said that evening. Was she drunk and horny or was she telling the truth when she proclaimed her soberness? Either way, she confessed her desires under the shield of alcohol to soften the blow. And when I look back on it, I'm glad we were both at least slightly tipsy; I may have flipped shit if I were sober at the time. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Dad's Tahoe starting up. I could see the shadows of my window's blinds from the headlights and their eventual descent as he pulled out from the driveway. I got out of bed and stood in front of the window, catching only a glimpse of who was in the driver's seat. It was indeed my father. Well at least no one had stolen it. But I couldn't think of a reason as to why he'd leave in the middle of the night. Then, light began to fill my room. This time from the hallway outside - my door was being opened. I turned to see who my intruder was, only to see the almost glowing silhouette of my mother in her black, velvet robe. "Can't sleep, Sweetie?" she asked. Her hair was untamed and naturally frizzed out from the sea air. "Mom, where's Dad off to?" I asked and only then taking notice of my mere boxer-clad body, "And what the hell are you doing in my room?" "Now is that anyway to speak to your mother?" As she spoke, her hands grasped her hips and she cocked her head slightly. Her hands fell away as she continued, "And just where do you think he is?" "Oh, yeah." Dad had taken up metal detecting as a hobby in the last two years or so. If the beach looked washed out and there were dips in the sand, he'd go out at whatever hour low tide started and would 'treasure hunt' for hours. Needless to say, he doesn't sleep much - so the late night hunting never really gets to him. I sat on the bed and shifted the sheets over my boxers. Last thing I needed was any unwanted growth to be seen by my mother. I looked up toward the doorway and she was already standing at the foot of my bed. She strutted around the corner toward me and sat down, pulling the robe tight to her thighs; very much accentuating the shapeliness of her ass as she lowered down. She rested her hands on her lap, one atop the other before she spoke, "Well, Sweetie - let's make this as simple as possible. Just answer yes or no for me. Alright, Darlin'?" I took a deep breath and thought about saying anything more than "Okay," but that was all that came out. I sat there, tense and anxious of what she was going to ask while her hazel eyes scanned my body up and down. "Do you love me?" "Of course I do, Mom. I don't know why-" She snapped with a faux anger, "Stop that! I said yes or no, didn't I?" "Yes." "I know you love me as a mother. But what about me as a person? My body, my attitude, my love for you?" she pleaded for an answer as she put a hand on my bare thigh, against the edge of the sheet. She squeezed gently as her eyes began to glisten. I grasped her hand and pulled it to me, kissing it once before I spoke, "Every bit of you, inside and out." "If you love me so much, then why did you act the way you did at dinner?" "Because, Mom - I've loved you for so long and I honestly thought that all this time you had just accepted me as just some love-fool. I thought that when I met Allison that I had made you happy. Happy that I stopped seeing you as the only one for me, happy that I had met someone new, someone completely different than you. But to tell you the truth - I never gave up. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for her, but every night I'd lay in bed hoping that you'd take me away from everything." "Oh, Sweetie!" she nearly yelled out as she wiped her now-streaming eyes, "I suppose I have some fessing up to do. I told Allison some things I probably shouldn't have. I scared her out of coming here so I could be with you, having this conversation. And god, that night you kissed me - I could barely sleep, my heart was on fire! You were so young and I was so flattered that I had such an effect on you, but that kiss... oh my god that kiss. I'm sure you could have stolen any little lady's heart with that, but you got me. I hope you don't mind." "Not one bit, Little Lady..." My words trailed off as I neared her red, quivering lips. The moment of contact between our lips was the single most entrancingly beautiful moment of my life. The soft press of her lips against mine, the soft whimpering moan from her, the acceptance from both of us that this was the start of something amazing, something that was transforming our relationship from what most would consider to be the strongest - the love of a mother and her children to that of one even stronger - an intimate love between mother and son. As our lips caressed each other and mashed into themselves, we found ourselves locked into an embrace that neither of us could escape easily. I felt her tongue press against my lips, so I met her halfway and tasted her. I was never one to get off on the idea of French kissing, but her lips and her tongue were among the sweetest of tastes I have had the pleasure of experiencing. The pace of our breaths quickened as the thumping in our chests seemed to be audible to each other. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face. And as if the current of air from my eyelashes found their way to hers, she opened her eyes as well. As our gazes met, I could feel her begin to smile and distance herself from me. She sat there, nearly panting as her chest heaved in and out. She sounded like she was forcing the words out through her breathless lungs, "I hope you know that isn't any turning back now. God knows I can't." "I wouldn't dream of it. That was everything I could have ever wanted." "Everything?" "Well if you're asking, I suppose I could think of a few things." She leaned forward and kissed my forehead before speaking once more, "Well, Darling of mine - I think you'll just have to wait. I've had something planned for New Year's Eve. I hope you don't mind waiting." New Year's Resolution Ch. 02 "So, are you really going to make me wait that long?" I spoke, trying one last thing to push my luck. "Wait that long for what? You don't even know what I have planned, young man!" A wicked smile began to form from cheek to cheek as she spoke. "I..." I tried to speak but I found my train of thought quickly drifting away as I watched her reach across my lap and pull away the sheets. I began stuttering out, trying to possibly slow down the moment, "Uhh, Mom? I-I-I don't know if... if I'm ready for-" But I was quickly cut off by her motherly shushing. "Shhh, Sweetie. Let Momma take care of you." Her words were quiet, but erotic. I watched as she hooked her thumbs into the band of my boxers and slowly pulled them down my thighs. "Lift," she spoke, drawing my attention to her face. She was smiling so softly that if you hadn't had a better view, you'd think she was so innocent and sweet. And to me, she was just that - as sweet as she could be. It honestly never occurred to me just how taboo it really was because it never felt like that. It just seemed... right at the time. And to be completely honest, it still does. So I lifted as she told me and just like that - away went my boxers and out sprang my cock. If I'm to be completely truthful; even in the knowledge that we were both consenting adults, a shocking jolt of anxiousness seemed to start in my chest and spread quickly throughout my body, twisting knots around in my stomach. Aroused and simultaneously nervous, my breathing was rapidly wandering further away from its slow, methodical rhythm. The fact of the matter was, I was still a virgin and all of the complications of that came flooding in at that moment. Was I ready? Was I prepared to lose my virginity? To my mother of all people? A thousand questions flew around my head and none stayed in focus long enough for me to do anything. So I sat there and watched as Mom slid closer to me. Her eyes were quickly switching focus between my eyes and my cock. With one hand, she pulled me by the neck and began to kiss me deeply, immediately exploring my mouth with her tongue. She wrapped her other hand around my cock and began to stroke it. "Oh shit, this is really happening..." I moaned out from the soft, warm press of her fingers wrapped around my dick. She began slowly at first, but she soon quickened in pace as our kiss grew more passionate. I grew more adventurous and reached toward her robe. Then, just like that, I had my mother's robe covered breast cupped firmly in my hand. Layers of clothing or not, it was a great feeling to have her in my grasp like that. And I think my cock agreed, as I could feel it throb in her clutch. For a moment, she broke the kiss and leaned into my forehead with hers. "Go ahead, Sweetie," she panted out before mashing her lips into mine once more. I slipped my hand through the front of her robe and found her bra-clad chest. I ripped her bra down and took hold of her big, bare breasts in their full glory. Her hard nipples pressed deep into my palm as I took hold of and massaged both of her soft breasts, making sure to spend no extra time on either of her perfect tits. I parted the robe and broke away from her face to take in the beautifully wondrous site of her pink-capped breasts. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her chest before she begged, "Come on, Darlin'. Just like when you were a baby. Do it for Mama!" Her pacing in speech seemed to quicken from excitement. Her soft, caring-like grip on my cock tightened like a vise as I began to suckle on her tits' gorgeous nipples. "Oh, Baby - I have missed this so much," she purred into my ear. I could feel a familiar pressure building up in my cock as its sensitivity intensified. I was without a doubt, getting close to blowing my load. I could only grunt and moan into her chest as I was getting nearer and nearer toward climax. "Fucking kiss me! I need to taste you again!" she demanded as she lifted my head back to face-level. She mashed her lips into mine and wasted no time to begin probing my mouth with her tongue. It was then that I felt my inevitable release galvanize. Rope after rope of my thick, hot cum was being propelled out of my cock and leaking onto her hand while she kept a steady pace and made love with my moaning mouth. I felt her growing smile break the seal between our lips before she spoke, "Was that enough to hold you off until New Year's?" I sat there, panting and recovering for a moment. I eventually regained enough breath to speak, "Hmmm... maybe, but it still seems like a long time - ya know?" "Uh huh. Smartass," she laughed as she raised her hand to her face and licked away my spend. Now that's one for the Parenting 101 book! "Oh, wow. Hot damn, Mom." *** The next few days were fairly normal to say the least. There weren't any more late night visits and we hardly ever talked about the previous night. Everyone seemed to be oblivious to the sudden closeness that me and Mom had adopted. We'd often go and watch a movie downstairs in the theater, usually offering anyone to join us, but my brother and Luis only accompanied us once. When we were alone, we'd just cuddle in the dark room while we enjoyed some of our favorite movies. As much as I'd like to say that we banged every day or at least got each other off - that just didn't happen. She stuck to her New Year's Eve promise and made sure I was beginning to get the early symptoms of blue balls before our 'big night'. *** However, strangely enough, New Year's Eve had passed without incident and I was just lying there in bed - confused and without much hope. She hadn't told me that she was having second thoughts or anything like that. Not only that, but I couldn't sense anything wrong during the whole day - we all worked in the kitchen making hors d'oeuvres. Then to top the night we all drank champagne at the peak of midnight. An hour or so passed while my restless mind kept me awake. I was worrying about what I may have done or said to upset Mom, but was coming up with no answers. Then I heard something - the start of the Tahoe's engine! I saw my room brightening from the headlights. So I laid there in bed waiting, hoping for something, anything. Brrr Brrr Brrr My phone! I strained my eyes trying to see where I'd left it. The bright-purple led shone pulsed slowly in the near pitch black room. I took it from my nightstand and turned it on. I had one text from Mom and it read, "Still awake?" Oh god, my heart was pounding. I was so ready for this, but I stayed as patient as I could. I texted back, "Of course. Can't sleep with you on my mind, Little Lady." Great, that wasn't cheesy at all! I sat there staring at my phone, eagerly awaiting a response. It came only seconds later, "I guess it's my turn to wait..." That was all I needed to see. I was swift in throwing myself out of bed. I was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, but somehow - I don't think she'd mind. I left my room and started climbing the stairs, keeping a watchful eye above me and all around the third floor when I reached it. I wanted to see if she was in the living room, but she wasn't. I walked on the balls of my feet toward her room, hoping to surprise her. I entered the room and tried to make out any decipherable shape in the bed as I rounded the corner, but as I got closer it was apparent that she wasn't there. I stood there at the bed, wondering where the hell she was, "Mom? Where are-" I was interrupted by the sound of the door closing behind me. I turned around and all I can say is, I'm glad I spent my time in the dark getting here so that my eyes could adjust to the dark. In front of me was the beautiful, hourglass figure of my naked mother. Her skinny waist and the outward jut of her smooth hips was more than pleasing to my appreciative eyes. The small thatch of her dark-brown pubic hair acted like a guide leading to my destination of salvation - or of salivation, really. Her hair was just the way I've always loved it despite her hatred towards it; naturally wild - curly and long all at the same time and the beach air only seemed to intensify its loveliness. Her hair and breasts bounced lightly as she walked toward me with such feminine grace, like that of a runway supermodel. There she stood in front of me, naked and proud. She placed her hands upon my shoulders and spoke low with a certain, sultry rasp that sent shivers down my spine and a sudden rush of blood to my cock, "Like what you see, Big Man?" I was speechless and could only nod, with her words repeating themselves in my ears, and her body - so voluptuous and natural. I was at standstill, unable to speak or move from the pure awe. "Well, Darling, it's all yours. I'm all yours," she purred before looking up and down my body. A small, crooked smirk crept up as she cocked her head slightly, "What's up? Memorized?" "Y-yeah, actually. You're fucking beautiful, Mom!" I somehow managed to sputter out as I gawked at the vessel of raw beauty standing before me. "Now, now; watch the language," she mocked before continuing, "But thank you. Very flattering, I must say." She leaned forward and delivered a quick, searing peck to my lips. "So... are you ready?" I took a deep breath and released it slowly, letting go of my anxiety. I went to push some of her hair behind her ear before speaking in a soft, faux French accent, "Oui, ma mere." She laughed out, brightening the already sexy mood of the room with her perfect smile and spoke with her knot-twisting sultriness, "Oh, well I'm glad those two years of French went to good use! So, are we just going to stand here, or do you want to make love to me?" And with that, she shoved me hard onto the bed. She knelt between my legs and began to wrestle my boxers off of me while I ripped away my shirt at a near-panicked pace. And there I was, as naked as she and with a raging hard-on waving in her face. I laid back onto my elbows to admire the sight of her staring at my cock. She looked up at me and I could see her eyes beginning to well up. I felt an immediate sense of dread begin to set it. I sat up and gently cupped her cheeks, "What's wrong, Mom? Are you okay - are we okay?" I was starting to panic. Her demeanor quickly shifted. With tears in her eyes, a smile quickly grew larger by the second, she spoke, "Of course, Sweetie! I'm just still a little in shock at how quickly this has all come to pass, I guess. And don't you ever think for a moment that I'll regret what we're going to do. I'm just a little sappy at the moment." I took hold of her underneath her arms and pulled her on top of me. She braced herself next to my shoulders as she fell on me. I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on those sweet lips before breaking away, savoring her flavor, "God, I love you. You and your lips, I might add." "Then I think you'll love my lips around your cock, hm?" she purred out as she slowly crawled down my body and off the bed. She kneeled down between my legs and rested her arms on my thighs. "Ready?" I grinned as I propped myself up and nodded back in agreement. I can safely say that there is no sweeter sight than that of a lovely woman admiring your dick. The look of lust in her eyes while she eyed my waving spear was entrancing. I groaned as she took hold of my hard cock and began to slowly stroke it up and down. The head throbbed every time she reached the top, intensifying the pleasure of the moment. Then I felt it, the velvet-smooth, wet warmth of her tongue gliding along the length of my shaft and swirling around the head. She licked her lips then lowered down, working all the way down my cock, taking me to the hilt. "Fuuuuck, Mom!" I whimpered out. "Mmmmm" she moaned into my cock, sending wonderful vibrations through my dick before pulling away. She swallowed and licked her lips before speaking, "Feel good, Sweetie? Well, this may seem selfish, but I really want to taste you. Do you mind? I promise it won't put a hamper on the rest of the night. I'm sure you've got the drive..." She just smirked before taking me into her mouth once more. Her head was bobbing up and down in a smooth, steady rhythm. "Oh fuck, that feels great!" I managed to groan out without yelling, somehow. I laid back and stared at the ceiling. I felt like I was fading in and out of consciousness from the pleasure. Soft sucking noises were the only things audible aside from the ocean's waves quietly phasing in and out. God damn, she was going lower and lower with each return and - oh fuck! My cock was deep in her throat, real deep; her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and teasing my balls. "Nggrh! Oh God, Mom that's fucking great!" She giggled into my dick causing more wondrous vibrations to run through my cock. The tightness of her throat, the slickness of her whole mouth; it was a wonder I didn't come quicker, but here it came - I felt the very familiar tightening in my balls. "I'm gonna come!" I nearly yelled out, but it had an immediate effect - her pace quickened and her sucking power increased tenfold. I looked back down the bed and saw her cheeks were sunken in. "Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!" I moaned out as I felt my pulsing cock shoot a hot, constant load into her waiting mouth. With every pulse came another spurt of my spend and it didn't seem to quit with ease - I heard and felt her cough and sputter slightly before hearing a loud gulp. I looked up and saw her panting heavily while staring at me with a certain, almost-fulfilled lust in her eyes. She gave a few more strokes and with them came one last strong shot of cum onto her cheek then a sad, single dribble of semen rolled down my shaft. "Well," she started as she rubbed away the cum with her middle finger. She slid the finger into her mouth and began to suck on it, making soft cooing noises as she tasted it before pulling it out with a pop, "That... that was quite the load. And damn, do you taste gooood," she husked out before resting her head on my thigh. I heard her breathe a final sigh of satisfaction as she nuzzled into my leg. "Plan on falling asleep already?" I joked as I took in the lovely side of my dear sweet mother, tired and resting on my leg. "Honey, I'm ready to continue whenever you are. Just give me the heads up." Well, despite wanting to continue right then and there, I couldn't help the fact that I was drained, both mentally and physically. I'd never blown such a large load and it was having quite the effect on me so I decided to let her rest while I recouped as well. * I awoke to the sight of Mom lying on her side, propped up next to me on her elbow while she ran her fingertips along the underside of my cock. "Mmmm... I see you're finally awake," she purred, causing a distinct twitch in my groin. "Oh, does my voice have that much of an effect on you? I just love that," she purred before giving my cock a little squeeze. "God, I love that," I said as I took in the sight of her painting-like, perfect body, "So how long was I out, Little Lady?" "Somewhere around thirty minutes or so. We still have all night, but I'll just have you know that I never went to sleep. I've been waiting... and playing this whole time - and I think I deserve a little special treatment. What do you think? Do I deserve something special?" "Always," I declared before climbing off the bed. "God, just look at you, you beautiful, beautiful woman. Come here and let your legs hang down," I demanded as I patted the bed in front of me. As she did so, I noticed just how graceful she was with all of her movements - always trying to look enticing and succeeding with flying colors. She spread her legs and graced my eyes with her wet, pinkly-inflamed pussy. I got down on my knees and wrapped my arms under and around her thighs, resting my hands on her hips. I leaned in and could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the alluring aroma coming from her, see the absolute desire she had for me in that one, little area of her body. And God, did it get me hard as fuck. I broke the distance and began to taste her sweet and tangy cunt. Before then, I'd never tasted pussy before, but it exceeded my expectations. Hate to say it, but I always imagined the way fish smells. Don't exactly know why that got stuck in my head, but the reality was far from unpleasant. She was fucking delicious, actually. I trailed my tongue up and down, stopping to circle her clit before going back down and tongue-fucking her. I may have never had any real life experience, but I'd watched a lot of porn in my days. I continued to eat her out, constantly encouraged by her whimpers and moans as my cock grew harder by the second. I put two fingers together and slowly eased them in and focused all of my tongue's attention on her little nubbin - increasing the pressure and flicking it rapidly. "Ohhh, fuck, that's good! Don't stop, Sweetie!" she moaned out as she reached out and pressed my head harder into her crotch. I quickened the finger fucking of her slick, hot cunt to the tempo of her moans. Eventually, all I could hear was the sweet sounds of pleasure emanating from my mother which was promptly hushed by her screams of ecstasy. I began to feel her constantly tighten and loosen around my fingers while she wailed out, begging me to not stop, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!" A few moments later, after some more little yelps, gradually softening moans and my now overbearing conscience telling me that surely someone had to hear her - she was done. She was now just gently massaging my head into her. She had been reduced to nothing but a sexy, exhausted mess. And god, did I love the way it looked on her. Her hair was even more fucked up, for lack of a better word, than before and she was glistening in post orgasm sweat. She was my beautiful, erotic mother. It looked like it was physically straining for her when she looked up at me with her big, brown doe eyes. "Oh my god. That, was the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life. Where in the hell did you learn to do that?" "Well," I started, but was quickly interrupted by her laughing and quick retort. "It's okay, Darlin'. You really don't have to finish that sentence." I got up and off of my knees and climbed back onto the bed. I crawled up next to Mom before rolling onto my back. Mom leaned over, pressing her body against me and straddled my leg. Closing the gap between us, she kissed me deeply before breaking away to speak, "Damn. I taste good, don't I?" "The best," I assured before moving closer to her breasts. I held her tit in my hand, marveling at its weight then took her nipple into my mouth - sucking and gnawing gently at it. "The only - as far as I know, young man!" she yelped out playfully in surprise of my onslaught. I released her from my mouth before speaking once more, "You wouldn't be wrong, and in my defense - you're gonna be tough to beat in that department. You're goddamned delicious if you don't mind me saying." I quickly leaned over her, taking her other breast into my grip and returning the previous oral attack on her nipple. "Oh, baby. Nothing's sweeter than this, it really does take me back," she whispered into my ear. "Biting and all?" I joked as I rested my head against her chest. "Well, you've got more teeth, that's for sure! But you're just as aggressive on these girls as you were when you were little. I swear, when you were a baby - you acted like you had to share with your brother, but I guess you always were greedy with your dear old mother. I could never put you down without your little, lower lip quivering away; a little warning, I suppose," she spoke softly as she reminisced, stroking my hair. "I was kind of a handful when I was little, wasn't I?" New Year's Resolution Ch. 02 "Kind of?" she laughed, "Well, I don't think I ever slept more than two hours on a good night with you. But, to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have traded that for anything in the world. I love you, Sweetie." She kissed the top of my head as if to punctuate her words. "I love you too, Mom - more than anyone else in the world and I guarantee it'll stay that way. You'll always be my number one." * "So," she began, reaching for my proudly-standing member in the process, "Are you ready to end the night with a bang?" she giggled at her pun while she lightly stroked my throbbing cock. "More than." She started using her fingertips, tracing a ticklish line back and forth across the underside of my cock, "So how do you want to fuck me - ass up, face down or something more akin to missionary?" I crawled off of the bed and stood at the edge, eyeing her picturesque body. "Well," I grabbed her by the ankles and slowly pulled her toward me, "I personally think, the more of you to look at, the better. So I think I'll fuck you like this." I dragged her to the edge of the bed and rested her feet on my shoulders. A cute little smile began to peek out from her previously emotionless lips. "My strong, sensual son, dragging his mother like a caveman to fuck the ever-loving hell out of her - how romantic!" she laughed out. I could feel her positioning her feet behind my head and around my neck to keep them stable and I took it as my cue to start. Despite everything else we did that night, I still couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. After all, I was about to lose my virginity to my mother and it was something that we actually planned for. Not many can say that. I grabbed my cock and lowered it, aiming at her sopping wet and inflamed cunt. I teased her clit shortly, rubbing the head of my dick up and down the length of her pussy before taking the final plunge. In a single, smooth and searing hot movement - I was back in my mother's womb with a loud moan coming from both of us. "Oh my god, Michael! Oh you really don't know how long I've waited for this. Now, fuck Mommy!" I fucked away listening to the sweet sounds of my mother's ecstasy. Her pussy was like a soft and slick vise that greedily tried to keep my cock all to itself. As I pumped in, it loosened and welcomed my entry and as I pulled out, it tightened and milked my cock for all it was worth. The only sounds in that room, and probably the entire third floor, was the moans of my mother and the grunts of my exertion - and possibly the slight slapping of my balls against her pleasantly plump ass. "Oh, Baby! That's right - fuck Mommy hard! Harder!" she moaned out and not wanting to displease Mother - harder I fucked. Her moans were slowly evolving into more constant groans as I hastened the speed my fucking and decidedly bottomed out with every thrust. Every slap against her ass seemed to get louder and... wetter with every impact! She clutched the sheets and closed her eyes tightly before opening them wide, boring into mine. The intensity they carried was erotic, sensual and damned exciting all at once. "God, you're so fucking tight! Ngh!" I barely managed to get out between my thrusting grunts. "Momma's gonna come, Sweetie! Don't stop!" she gasped out like they were her last, dying words. I began thrusting into her so hard, I was almost beginning to worry about her hips, but I just shifted my grip to hold them tighter and gave her all I was capable of. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yesss!" she screamed out. She grabbed her tits and began pinching and tweaking her nipples as she climaxed. I could feel her juices dripping from my tightening balls as I fucked on, but I wasn't going to last much longer. "Mom, I'm gonna come - I'm gonna fucking come!" "That's it, Baby! Come for Momma! Come in your dirty mom's cunt! Make me your little slut!" She dropped her feet from my neck and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me tightly into her. I gave her a few final thrusts before I exploded deep inside of her, pumping hot load after load of my cum into her womb. "Oh, goddamn, Sweetie! That's such an amazing feeling!" I could only grunt in response as I continued little half pumps into her pussy while she tightened herself. She was squeezing ever last bit of cum directly from my cock! At last, spent and tired from the rigorous fucking that I both gave and received - I collapsed on top of her. Her breasts acted as a pillow for my light head. Her hard nipple pressed into my cheek as I reached for the other tit and pressed it to my mouth, suckling on the nipple once more as I grew flaccid within her. * We laid there on the bed, soaking in the moonlight and glimmering from the sheen of sweat that covered us from head to toe. One of my arms was over her shoulders while I rubbed her thighs with the other. I leaned over and turned her head to mine, kissing her sweet, luscious lips once more. She, of course, took it as an invitation to probe my mouth with her tongue. I guess that's just how we kiss now. No more little pecks on the cheek. Just a good old fashioned French kissing - that might make for an interesting show some night in the future when everyone's saying their goodnights! "Damn, Honey. That was the hottest, and sweetest love making I've ever had," she spoke as she ran her fingers through my hair. "You were fucking great, Mom. But I have to ask, are you on the pill or anything? I know we were kind in the heat of the moment but I don't recall you saying anything." "What? I thought we were on the same page - I thought you wanted a kid?" Oh fuck, I thought. My stomach instantly twisted into a thousand, binding knots and I was left stuttering. "Wait, w-what the fuck? I'm not prepared for-" "Shhh! I'm just kidding, Sweetie! I got my tubes tied right after you were born." "What the hell, Mom? That's not even close to funny," This woman. As much as I loved her, she never was very good at humor. You can never tell when she's serious or not. *** The vacation went on and finished without anyone really knowing, as far as she or I knew, but my brother did wake up on that New Year's night. He told me that he heard Mom and Dad screwing right above them. Needless to say, I got a good laugh out of that for more than a few reasons, but he seemed to be clueless of anything ever happening between me and Mom. Mom and I stayed closer than ever after that. We try to make love every time we get the chance. And I'm not gonna lie - I do feel bad about doing this behind my dad's back, but from what Mom's told me, he hasn't fucked her in a few years. She's never suspected him of cheating, but it seems that he's just lost all interest outside of being a father. Well, you know what they say; You snooze, you lose! ***** I know you all probably want a more satisfying ending, but I can only tell what I know. Mom and I are very happy to say the least and we're going back for another family vacation at the beach house in March! I'll see about writing more after that, but it depends on how this little story is received. I know chapter one wasn't as well received as my first story on here, but I can't blame anyone. It was the necessary buildup to this and I hope you were all left satisfied! Please leave a rating and a comment on your way out!