11 comments/ 92043 views/ 97 favorites Taking Liberties By: blaster666 My buddy Mike followed me into my apartment for one last brew before calling it a night. We were both a little unsteady, him more so, after hanging out at the bar unsuccessfully trying to score some tail. I went straight to the kitchen totally oblivious to anything around me in my quest for a couple of frosty ones. I should've paid more attention to my surroundings. I stepped back into the front room holding two long necks of Bud and stopped dead in my tracks, alarm bells blaring in my brain. He was standing by the couch with his eyes bugging out of his head, and he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that I've ever seen. Stepping over to him I absently handed over one of the beers while glancing down to see what he was staring at. There was no doubt in my mind that my eyes bugged out a little too. Sprawled out on the couch was my dear sweet, nearly naked, fifty-two year old Mother Betty Thomas-Freeman. Thomas was her maiden name. "Damn it, not again," I muttered under my breath. I knew right away what was going on. Once again she'd taken her Ambien and judging by the empty wine glass thought it wasn't working, so she'd added a little alcohol to speed up the process. She had done this before, but tonight was different. Tonight she was lying there on her back with her thin pink cotton housecoat on, the buttons down the front completely undone. Now I will admit that my Mom is no super model by any stretch of the imagination, but she is a very attractive woman in her own right. Like the rest of the women in her family she's tall, almost five-nine in her bare feet. She has shoulder length black hair with just a hint of grey in it. As Mike and I were discovering she also has a very nice figure; slender waist, wide soft hips and some fairly firm breasts that were well over a handful. They were capped with small dark brown areolas and nipples that stuck out so far they begged to be sucked. She had on a pair of white cotton panties that didn't quite hide the thick triangle of black pubic hair lurking underneath. Unable to control it I felt my dick start to swell in my pants. "Dude, your Mom's totally wasted," Mike snickered before adding, "And fuckin hot too!" "Watch your mouth fuck-nuts!" I snapped at him but didn't move to cover her up or anything. "Be cool dude...I'm just saying is all," he replied never taking his eyes off her. Snapping out of my trance I took his upper arm and told him it was time for him to go. "Oh come on pal, can't we just look a little longer? She's so toasted she'll never know," he protested as I steered him to the door and practically threw him out into the hallway. Since he lived right down the hall from me I wasn't worried if he'd get home okay. I was more worried about the erection growing in my pants as I went back over and stood looking down at Mom. "Damn, she is pretty hot," I told myself gazing down at her and sipping on the beer while my other hand absently rubbed the front of my jeans. She'd done this a couple of times now in the short week since her arrival, but she'd always been clothed. Tonight she was slumped on the couch almost obscenely with one arm flung above her head and the other one dangling over the side of it, her fingers still curled around the stem of the wine glass. I was amazed at how relaxed her face looked. As I stood there staring at her nakedness she groaned then spread her outer leg until the foot fell off the couch and landed on the floor. Her knee opened outward giving me an unobstructed view of her crotch. Tiny tufts of black hair curled out the leg openings of her panties. My cock continued to grow. I have never seen my Mother naked before; sure, there were the times while I was growing up that I'd seen her in her bra and panties. But this, this was a whole other ball of wax altogether. I knew I should be feeling guilty and disgusted with myself for staring at her, but oddly I didn't. Instead I found myself more aroused than I'd ever been before. The very fact that the nearly naked lady on my couch was my own Mom somehow made it all the more intoxicating. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've had a fascination for Mom ever since I can remember. In my heart I was sure most guys did, to some degree at least. I just wasn't sure how far I would be willing to take mine. A tiny evil thought crept into the back of my mind as I tried to figure out what to do about this situation. Should I wake her and have her find out that I'd seen her half naked? Or should I just cover her up and go to bed? Or, I could do what I was doing right now and stand here leering at her while all eight inches of my cock crept down my pants leg. Like Mike had said, she'll never know. The evil little thought came up with something else all together. Placing my beer on the end table I knelt down in front of the couch and studied her sleeping face. I wanted to be sure that she was really out before doing what my little head was telling me to do. Her breathing was regular and steady so I turned my attention to those quarter-inch nipples poking out. Leaning closer to the nearest one I blew a warm soft breeze over it. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not but it sure looked like it stiffened. I was sure however when I did it again and her areola crinkled pushing the nipple further out. The urge to suckle it was almost overpowering. I scooted back away not sure I could trust myself not to clamp my lips on the ripe nub. Another idea flashed through my head after I forced myself to stand. Sidestepping further down the front of the couch until I was even with her hips I leaned over placing my nose almost in her crotch. My legs grew weak as I inhaled her musky aroma. Reason and sanity flew out the window. Hesitantly I reached out and lightly placed the palm of my hand on her mound. I could feel her warmth flow into my hand and also the mass of her bush under the panties. Watching her face for any sign that she was waking up I slowly pushed my hand down until my fingers slid between her thighs. The feel of her pussy under my fingertips had me reeling with a desire so strong that I was afraid I might just rip her panties off and plunge my hard throbbing cock as far into her as I could. Fortunately for me she chose that moment to let out a soft moan. Yanking my hand off her sweet softness as if it were a branding iron I staggered back away from her and held my breath. The thought of my Mother waking up and catching me fondling her snapped me back to reality. I went and grabbed a blanket then carefully covered her up. Normally, since I live in a one-bedroom apartment, I would have been the one sleeping on the couch. When she first arrived I had had a hard time convincing her that she should take the bed, but after a lot of hee-hawing she had finally agreed. Tonight I had no intentions of doing what I'd done the previous times she'd zonked out in the front room. There was no way that I was going to wake her and help her stagger to the bedroom. No way in hell was that happening, not with my cock in the state of arousal that it was in. On my way to the bedroom I made a quick, and I do mean quick, detour into the bathroom where I hosed the toilet bowl down with the biggest wad of spunk I'd ever shot. After stripping down to my boxers I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling with visions of Mom's mouth-watering nipples prancing around my brain. One more trip to the bathroom allowed me to finally drift off to dreamland. When I woke the next morning I wasn't surprised to find my dick a little sore after the mauling I'd given it. After a stop in the bathroom, this time to relieve my bladder, I made my way to the small kitchen where the smell of coffee was coming from. Mom was standing at the sink rinsing a cup out still dressed in her pink robe. It was obvious by the way it hugged her hips and butt that it was fully buttoned, but that didn't stop me from visualizing the white cotton panties underneath. I had to remind myself to stop thinking like that since all I had on were my boxers. Stepping over beside her I ran my hand over her shoulder blades briefly and said good morning before pouring myself a cup. "Good morning sweetie," she replied. There was something in her voice that had me worried. I knew it wasn't because I was only wearing my underwear, she'd seen me dressed this way plenty of times. The thought that maybe she had been awake after all last night when I was taking liberties with her soared to the front of my brain. I dismissed that notion on the grounds that I was certain she would have jumped my shit the moment I'd walked into the kitchen. No, it wasn't that, but as she came over and sat down it was obvious she wanted to say something. I didn't have long to wait to find out what it was. "Gary?" "Yeah Mom?" "I'm not sure how to ask this," she hesitantly whispered. "What Mom?" I asked, dreading her answer. "Well...when I woke up this morning the buttons on my robe were undone. Honey, did you undo them?" I could see an odd look in her soft brown eyes as she gazed at me waiting for an answer. "No, they were that way when I got home," I stated flatly, dipping my eyes downward and feeling the heat rise on my face. "But you did see me, uh...?" she asked without finishing. "Uh huh," I whispered finally looking back up at her. "God, I'm so embarrassed," she said bringing her hands up to hide her face. "Don't be Mom." "Well I am." "As I said, don't be. But if it'll make you feel better I will tell you this. Whatever you're doing to stay in shape is definitely working," I chuckled. "Gary Allen Thomas!" she gasped, her face flushing a nice pink color. "I'm sorry Mom, but it's not my fault that you have such a nice figure," I teased her. "Thanks, I guess. Just remember I am your mother, and a married woman to boot," she laughed. Yeah, you're married alright, but for how much longer I wondered. That was the reason she was here in the first place. She told me her and my step-dad had gotten in a fight over something, she wouldn't elaborate about what, and she needed some time away from him. My biological father had split before I was born leaving Mom to raise me on her own. She'd done the best she could with what she had, which wasn't much most of the time. There had been a spattering of "Uncles" over the years that kept us fed but none lasted more than six months at a time. That ended after she met Jack Freeman when I was fifteen. He was eighteen years her senior but he treated her good and seemed to tolerate me more than the other men in her life had. They married shortly after meeting and were still married twelve years later. Until she'd showed up at my door I had been under the impression that everything between them was peachy. Interrupting my thoughts she said, "Speaking of married, when are you going to settle down?" "Just as soon as I find a woman as pretty as you Mom, so probably never," I answered. "I'm flattered. But seriously, you're twenty-seven years old, it's time for you to settle down," she persisted. "So what's the deal with you and Jack, the old guy run out of viagra?" I off-handedly remarked hoping to change the subject. "That wasn't very nice baby. But if you must know, you're not too far off," she replied with a soft chuckle. "Oh really? So what's the problem, one of you isn't putting out?" I teased. "Gary!" she squealed. "Come on Mom, we're both adults here. I'd tell you if I needed help in the boudoir." "I don't need any help in the boudoir thank you kindly, my boudoir is just fine," she replied haughtily. "Then what's the problem?" "The problem is my boudoir hasn't seen any action in well over two years," she confided softly. "Two years! Damnnnn! I'm sorry Mom, I wish there was something I could do to help you," I blurted out before realizing the implications of what I'd just said. "What are you suggesting Gary?" Mom asked while giving me the strangest look. "Oh shit...I didn't...I mean I wasn't saying that you and I should..." I blubbered, my face hot. "I know you weren't, although, if you weren't my son..." Her voice trailed off to a whisper. "And just what are you suggesting Betty?" I asked, deliberately using her given name. "I wasn't suggesting anything. I was just thinking is all," she said softly, blushing just a little. "About?" I persisted, curious. "I was just thinking that if I took a lover, the prospect of it being someone like you wouldn't be too bad." "Like me?" I could see she was getting frustrated. "You know what I mean. Oh hell, how did we even get on this conversation?" she stammered. "It's okay Mom. But just for the record, if I were your lover you sure as hell wouldn't be going without." I flashed her my best lady-killer smile while I raised and lowered my eyebrows rapidly. Laughing hard at my antics she said, "That's just the way life is honey, I've learned to adapt," I don't think it dawned on her what she'd just clued me in on. Hmmmm, okay, Mom masturbates. At least that's what I thought she'd meant. No big deal, I do too when the need arises. "Listen Mom, I'm sorry for prying, so how about I make it up to you and take you out to dinner tonight," I told her. "You don't have to do that baby. Besides it's your last day off, wouldn't you rather spend it with your friends?" she asked, getting up and walking over to the sink. Following her I took her by the shoulders and gently turned her till she was facing me. The look on her face was priceless when I told her there wasn't anyone else I'd rather spend my time with than the prettiest woman on the planet. She put her arms around my waist and pulled me into her in a warm embrace. The look on my face was probably priceless too as I felt her soft breasts under her thin robe press against my chest. Her and I were almost the same height so when I felt the bulge in my boxers rub up against her mound I awkwardly pushed away from her with a lame excuse of having to use the bathroom. The glint in her eyes told me she wasn't buying it but she didn't say anything as I walked away. Before I got too far I spun around. "You know what Mom, how about we just make a day of it?" Her warm smile was all the answer I needed. The day went great. We ate an early lunch followed by a matinee showing of the latest chick-flick to hit the screen. After that we spent some time window shopping and browsing through what passed as an art gallery. Around five we had a light dinner, a few drinks and arrived home just after seven. We finished the day off snuggled together on the couch watching reruns of reruns. When it was time to go to bed she kissed me on the cheek and said she hadn't had so much fun in a long time. As far as I could tell she hadn't taken any of her Ambien. The subtle smell of the perfume she'd worn lingered on the couch long after I fell into a deep restful sleep. I woke the next morning to the sounds of humming coming from the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee was in the air also. Dragging myself off the couch I went straight to the kitchen before I took care of my bladder, not realizing I was sporting some impressive morning wood. My morning wood grew a little thicker when I reached the kitchen and saw Mom at the sink. She had her back to me and it looked as if she were washing out something in the sink. She was humming some melancholy tune while she went about her task. I remembered she use to hum that very same tune when I was younger. What she was wearing had my dick in an uproar. For some reason she'd taken one of my white wife-beater undershirts out of my dresser and was now wearing it instead of her pink housecoat. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem, except somehow she'd managed to find the one shirt that was completely worn thin and totally stretched out of shape. The armholes drooped so low that I caught glimpses of the sides of her breasts each time she raised and lowered her hands out of the sink. The length of the shirt wasn't much better either. It stopped just short of reaching the tops of her panties. A pair of powder-blue bikini style ones that hugged her wide hips deliciously and were almost see-thru. I could clearly make out the crack of her ass through them. Until this moment I had no idea my mother had such a fine butt. Calling out good morning I stepped up behind her placing my hands on her hips and gently kissed her on top of her shoulder. I felt a little shiver run through her as I did. "Oh good you're just in time to help me with this," she said, lifting her hands out of the soapy water and raising them up in the air. Grasped in her fingers was her pink housecoat. "What do you need me to do?" I asked stepping to her side and getting a wonderful view of most of her right breast through the droopy armhole. "See if you can wring most of the water out of this for me while I get a hanger." "Okay." Taking the wet garment from her I began twisting it tightly from the neckline to the hemline. She came back just as I finished getting as much water out as possible. Handing me the hanger she said that if I would hang it in the shower she'd fix a cup of coffee for both of us. With a big smile she also said that while I was in there I might want to take care of that. I wasn't sure what she meant until she looked down and nodded toward my crotch. I glanced down and nearly crapped myself. My dick had worked its way out the slit in my boxers and was pointing straight out in front of me. Way out in front of me. "Shit!" I coughed, making a hasty retreat from the kitchen. When I got back she was at the dinette sipping her coffee, another cup was across from her waiting for me. "Sorry bout that," I mumbled taking a seat and avoiding eye contact. "Things happen baby, don't beat yourself off...I mean up about it." Her laughter rang throughout the tiny kitchen. "Very funny, ha ha," I grumbled and began drinking the coffee. "Ahhh don't get mad, I was just funning with you," she giggled, then said teasingly, "And HOORAH to the lucky gal who snags you!" "Mom!" I barked before breaking down and laughing too. We finished our cup at the same time so she volunteered to get us some more. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard I mentally commanded my penis as my eyes watched Mom's butt swish back and forth all the way over to the counter. I really had to grit my teeth when she turned and headed back. Her tits swung freely with each step she took and the visible black triangle of pubic hair under her panties beckoned to my eyes. "Excuse the way I'm dressed. I spilt my first cup of coffee down the front of me," she said apologetically as she retook her seat. Since she'd screwed with me first I thought I'd see if I could get a little payback. "You didn't burn yourself did you?" I asked, trying to sound alarmed. "No, thank God," she replied. "Are you sure? Because if you did I'm sure I have some lotion around here somewhere I could rub on it. I mean it's not like I haven't seen the girls before" I told her as straight faced as I could. Mom was a fast learner. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" she chuckled. She chuckled even harder when she saw the big smile on my face. "No sweetie, if I need anything rubbed on "the girls" I can reach them myself. See!" With that she reached down and cupped her hands under her tits and raised them up then squeezed them together. The dark brown nipples seemed to wink at me from under the thin material of the white wife-beater. Awww shit, so much for not getting hard. Halfway through my third cup it dawned on me that I was sitting here quietly gazing at her face. She was sitting there with her eyes glued to an old magazine she'd found lying around while sipping her coffee. She looked so peaceful right now. My heart filled with love for the woman who had always been there for me when I was growing up. Not only was she the person who had kissed my boo-boos and made them all better, she was also my confidant, my mentor, and most importantly, my best friend. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her and I hoped that she knew that. In my heart I was sure she did. The idea of how I could make her life more enjoyable had been stewing in my brain since we'd sat down. Taking Liberties "Mom, can I ask you something personal?" She raised her soft brown eyes and stared across the tiny table at me. "That depends. How personal are we talking here?" she asked with a questioning look in her eyes. "Very," I responded. "Uh, okay. But if it's too personal I can't promise to answer." I could see curiosity building in her eyes. Stealing my nerve I went ahead and blurted it out. "Are you thinking about taking a lover?" "Well, you certainly weren't kidding about it being personal," she slowly said. "Before you get upset, hear me out first okay?" I implored her. Sitting the magazine down she raised her hands and put them together then planted her elbows on the table. Leaning forward a little she rested her chin on top of her hands and said, "I'm listening." "First off I want you to know that if you are considering something like that, I would be okay with it. I know what it's like to be, uh, frustrated. Sexually that is," I gulped. "I knew what you meant," she said casually as she studied my face. "Anyway," I continued. "I know that you can't fart where you live without the other side of town knowing about it three seconds after it happens. So I think I have a solution to that problem." "Enlighten me," she whispered, an amused look coming over her face. "It's simple really. Whenever you need some relief you could just come here." Tilting her head slightly and fixing me with one of her odd looks she asked, "Where are you going with this Gary? Are you offering me your services?" "What? No, that's not what I meant at all Mom," I stuttered. "I was just saying you could come here, find a fellow at a club or something and get your groove on. It's only a two-hour drive and Jack would think you're visiting me. You could even bring the guy back here if it came down to it, I could stay with friends until you were done." "Interesting plan," she said, looking up and to the left as if she were thinking it over. "I thought so," I stated proudly. "To bad it wouldn't work," she said busting my bubble. "Sure it would," I insisted. "Why wouldn't it? As a matter of fact you could do it while you're here now." "Oh my sweet boy," she started, reaching one hand over and taking mine while her head remained propped on her other. "It wouldn't work because your Momma is so frustrated that your friends would probably want to charge you rent for the amount of time you'd be spending sleeping on their couches." The twinkle in her eye told me she was just screwing with me again. "Thank you for the generous offer sweetie, but I really have no desire to pick some stranger up just to get my groove on," she said before returning her attention back to the magazine. "Just remember I offered, in case you change your mind," I told her, getting up and heading for the shower. I work the swing shift at a warehouse down by the docks. Since I'd gotten up way too early it felt like the evening just dragged on and on. By the time my shift ended I was exhausted. I don't know if it's true for everyone, but I have a routine I like to follow after coming home from work. I would strip down to my boxers as soon as I walked in the door, then I'd eat something while catching a little boob-tube time. Sometimes I'd get out my laptop and surf the net until I was sleepy enough to go to bed. Tonight all I got around to doing was stripping and heading off to bed so tired I completely forgot that I wasn't the only one in the apartment. I crawled into bed and was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. The dream I was having was fantastic. It was so vivid that I could actually feel the woman's breath against my face. I was lying on my side with one arm tucked under her head and the other one draped over her. The woman was on her side facing me with her soft warm breasts mashed against my chest. She had one arm under me and the other one wrapped around my shoulders with her leg thrown high over my hip. When I gently ran my fingertips across her shoulder blades she moaned softly and pushed her body tighter into mine. The leg on my hip rose until her knee was above my waist and her calf was hugging the small of my back. Gently I ran my fingers down the smooth soft skin of her back expecting to reach the tops of her panties. There were none. My fingers glided further down unobstructed until I was cupping one of her soft firm cheeks in my hand. Moving my hand along her bun up toward the back of her thigh my fingertips ran through the crack of her ass before dipping between the outer folds of her pussy. She was wet. She was very wet. Stretching my arm downward I was able to slide my finger further into her wetness until I felt it sink into her opening. I pushed my finger in even deeper and felt her pussy spasm. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" The moan was so realistic that I woke up. Opening my eyes the first thing I saw were Mom's wide-opened ones staring back at me. She had a look of utter bewilderment written all over her face. "Gary?" she whispered, surprise evident in her voice. "Mom?" I said with the same amount of surprise in my voice. Confused we both craned our necks and looked around to see where we were. After getting our bearings a new problem became all too evident when my hand twitched. We both realized at the same time that my finger was deep inside her pussy. We stared at each other as the morning light filtered into the room, each lost in our own confusion. Mom was the first one to break the awkwardness. Calmly she asked, "Gary honey...that's not your penis in me is it?" "No Mom, it's my finger," I replied meekly. Like an idiot, and for reasons I'll never understand even if I live to be one hundred years old, I wiggled my finger inside her pussy to emphasize that it was my finger. "Oh baby don't mooooo..." she groaned loudly as her eyes squinted shut and she lowered her face against my shoulder. The next thing I knew I could feel her teeth sink into my shoulder as the leg she had wrapped around my back tightened and pulled me even closer into her. Her hips began to buck causing her cunt to push back against my finger. The harder she bucked the deeper my finger penetrated her. Caught up in the moment I began to work my finger rapidly in and out of her pussy. When she pushed back I would swirl my finger around inside touching her walls. This made her buck even harder. Faster and faster she thrashed, the tempo reaching a fever pitch, when all of a sudden a deep sigh escaped her lips and her body went completely limp. She lay almost on top of me panting heavily as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. I lay there stunned my cock so hard it was painful. A good two minutes passed before Mom moved. Using her leverage she gently rolled us both over until she was completely on top of me her legs outstretched alongside mine. Placing her hands to the sides of my neck just above my shoulders she raised her upper body until her elbows locked. In this position her breasts hung down only inches from my mouth. Her nipples were rock hard. I could feel her mound pressing against my cock and was certain that she could feel it too. I could also feel her eyes on me, so I glanced away from her breasts and looked directly into them fearful of what I'd see. What I expected to see was not there. There was no malice, no disgust, nor hatred of any kind. What was there I couldn't decipher. It was that same odd look I'd seen her give me a few times over the last week. Without saying a word Mom brought her knees up along side of me and sat the rest of the way up trapping my throbbing cock under her moist crotch. The blankets fell off her shoulders and piled on my thighs near her butt leaving her tits out in plain sight. My cock throbbed harder. Gently she ran the fingertips of one hand down across my cheek before gracefully climbing off the bed. I watched her as she went toward the door her asscheeks jiggling provocatively as she walked. Without looking back she grabbed her pink housecoat from the doorknob and turned down the hall toward the bathroom. Once she was out of sight I glanced down and saw how wet the front of my boxers were. The insides of them weren't any drier; I'd leaked enough pre-cum to saturate a small washcloth. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes the room was a lot brighter than it had been. For several minutes I lay there letting the fog of sleep disperse. Slowly I began to recall what had taken place between my Mother and I. That had to have been a dream I told myself. There was no way that something like that could have happened. Could it? Bringing my hand up to my face I took a whiff of my finger. The musky aroma of pussy filled my nostrils. Oh fuck I groaned, what have I done? Dreading it but knowing I needed to talk to her I threw the blankets that were over me off to the side. It struck me as odd that I even had blankets on; I didn't remember pulling them up after Mom had gotten out of bed. Something else I didn't remember doing was taking my soggy boxers off. Getting up I put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before heading out to face the music. Mom was sitting on the couch thumbing through the same magazine she'd already looked at. She glanced up and told me good morning before saying there was a pot of reasonably fresh coffee. Mumbling good morning back I stumbled into the kitchen without even glancing at her. Taking my cup I plopped down at the dinette and tried to sip it slowly. My hands were trembling a little. Halfway through the first cup Mom walked in and sat across from me. I couldn't avoid it any longer; I had to look at her. When she saw me look up she smiled tentatively and said we needed to talk. I just nodded agreement not ready to trust my voice yet. Nor was I prepared for the question she asked. "Gary, do you think incest is wrong?" I almost choked on the coffee. Was this a trick question? She sat there watching my face patiently waiting for me to answer. Gathering my wits about me I told her that if it were between two consenting adults, I emphasized that part, then I saw nothing wrong with it. I went on to tell her that just because society dictates that something is wrong doesn't mean it is. Mom should have been a professional poker player. I couldn't tell by looking at her whether or not I was giving her the answer she had hoped for. Inside I was sweating bullets waiting for the hammer to fall. "So you're okay with what happened this morning?" I started rambling on about how I had thought it was a dream but she stopped me and told me to just answer the question. Before answering I got up and made myself another cup of coffee. When I sat back down I calmly looked her in the eyes and told her that no, I wasn't okay with what had happened. I had messed up by getting in bed with her in the first place. I went on to say that if she were asking if I regretted it, then the answer was no, I didn't regret it at all. When I finished she sat there quietly for a spell just studying my face. "Why don't you regret it?" she asked softly. "Because holding you in my arms and watching you cum was the most beautiful and moving experience I've ever known." I prayed I hadn't overstepped my bounds by telling her that, but it was the truth. "I see," was all she said. "Mom, I really am sorry for what happened. Can you forgive me?" I asked humbly. Smiling she got up and came over to me and stroked my face just like she'd done in bed, soft and lovingly. Then she told me there wasn't anything to forgive me for. As she was walking away I asked her how she felt about incest. She stopped and turned to look at me, that odd look once again on her face. "I'm not sure," she replied. "Now, drink your coffee and I'll make you some breakfast." Before I left for work she informed me, in no uncertain terms, that she was sleeping on the couch from now on. I took it as a sign that she really wasn't too happy about what had happened after all. Through my entire shift all I could think about was how good Mom's naked body had felt against me, and how her pussy had flooded with her juices when she reached her orgasm. I went about my duties with my cock half stiff. When I got home and walked in the door the stiffness only got stiffer. True to her word she was indeed on the couch. I could see her quite well since she'd left the kitchen light on. I could also see the empty wine glass and her bottle of Ambien sitting on the end table. She was lying on her side facing the back of the couch with her knees up near her stomach in the fetal position. The blanket she was using must have slid off because it was on the floor in front of the couch in a heap. She had on one of my baggy sports jerseys but it had ridden up until her butt was completely exposed. The way she was situated put her face close to the back of the couch while her ass was hanging slightly over the front of it. I should have been worried that she might roll off but my mind was focused on something else. The gauzy black panties did nothing to hide the luscious globes of white skin under them. I knew I should just cover her back up and get my ass away from there, and that's exactly what I resolved to do. I almost succeeded. All my good intentions flew out the window because I made the mistake of having my face near her ass when I bent down to pick up the blanket. From the angle I was at I had an excellent view of the crotch of her panties. My eyes latched onto the lightly haired outer lips of her pussy that were clearly visible through the material. I could just make out her inner labia peeking out between them. The temptation was just too strong. Softly I cupped one round globe in my hand and gently kneaded the flesh. She felt hot to the touch. Sliding my trembling hand up near the small of her back I worked my fingertips under the waistband of the gauzy panties. My heart was thumping in my chest as my fingers slid over the crack of her ass and then into the furrow of her slit. It was damp and slick. I had no trouble curling one finger and sliding it into her moist pussy. A soft sigh escaped her lips but it didn't stop me from slipping another finger inside her. I worked the fingers in and out of her slow and gentle while my cock grew so rigid in my pants that it was becoming uncomfortable. Using my free hand I undid my pants and worked them and my boxers down over my hips. The relief was immediate when my cock sprang free from its material prison. Mom's panties had rolled down slightly on her butt when I'd slid my hand under them and it gave me an idea. Slowly pulling my fingers out of her slick pussy I used both hands and worked the panties over her hips and ass. The panties didn't come down that easy, and I was concerned that she might wake up, but with a little tugging I managed to get them low enough that her pussy was in plain sight. I started to stick my fingers back in her when another idea came to me. With the way her ass was over the edge I knew there was room for me to get behind her and stick something other than my fingers inside. Standing I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and boxers. Naked from the waist down I positioned myself behind her but quickly discovered that I couldn't get a good angle without something to kneel on. I went and grabbed two pillows out of the bedroom and dropped them in front of the couch. When I knelt on them the added height put my cock in a straight line with Mom's cunt. Propping myself with one hand on her hip I held my cock steady with the other and leaned my hips forward. As soon as the tip of my cock touched her puffy outer folds I felt a jolt of electricity flow through me. Taking my cock I ran the tip of it back and forth smearing the pre-cum leaking out along the length of her slit. The soft silken hairs of her pussy tickled the head of my cock sending delightful tingles up and down my body. Fascinated I watched as her outer lips parted and gave way to the head of my cock as I slid it through her slit from the back to just where her clit was peeking out of its hood. Sliding it back away from her clit I pushed a little deeper into her moistness until I felt the entrance to her velvety tunnel. Half of my cock's head was covered by the outer lips of her pussy and poised to plunge into the very depths of her womanhood when I suddenly knew that I couldn't go through with it. I loved my Mother with all my heart. To take liberties and fondle her was one thing, but to actually stick my cock into her while she was zonked out on sleeping pills was way beyond wrong; it was reprehensible. Backing away I gently pulled her panties back up and covered her with the discarded blanket. On shaky legs I stood there staring down at her whispering a silent apology. Grabbing the pillows I went to bed. Sleep took a very long time to come. The next day I had trouble making eye contact with her. If she noticed she didn't let on that she had. My shame for what I'd almost done grew worse as the day went on. Each time I looked at her I wanted to confess my transgression but couldn't bring myself to do it. By the time I had to leave for work I couldn't wait to get out the door. After my shift ended I hooked up with Mike and we went to Duffy's Pub and knocked back a few. All he wanted to talk about was how hot he thought my Mother was. When he said he'd sure like to take a run at her I knocked him off his stool. Two beers later we were friends again, but he didn't bring Mom up in any more conversations. By the time we left the bar neither of us was feeling any pain. I heard the moans as soon as I stepped through the door. Thinking that Mom was either sick or having a bad dream I rushed around to the front of the couch only to find that it was neither. Once again she had left the kitchen light on, and once again I could see her plain as day. The blanket she was using had been draped over the back of the couch leaving her vulnerable to my leering eyes. Tonight she had on my stretched out wife beater and her white cotton panties. She was lying on her back with on arm slung over her eyes and her other arm stretched down her body with her hand buried inside her panties. Her knees were up and her legs were spread enough for me to see that she obviously had a finger or two stuck inside her pussy. I could see her hand moving under the material at the crotch. Even being a few sheets to the wind my cock swelled rapidly from the sight. The upper part of the shirt was askew and one of her tits was hanging out the armhole, the brown nipple hard and pointy. Disregarding my inner moral compass I dropped my pants and fished my hardening cock out of my boxers through the slit and began stroking it. Soft moans poured out from deep inside her as her hand movements increased in speed. My hand gripped my cock tightly as I stroked it, matching her pace while guttural groans of my own floated past my lips and into the still air. Faster and faster her hand moved under the panties while my hand became a blur as it yanked my throbbing cock. Her hips began bucking up against her hand and my knees began to shake. Suddenly she let out a loud moan and her body stiffened with her ass up off the couch, her leg muscles taut and straining to hold herself in that position. I shot my load all over the floor in front of the couch, my entire body trembling from the release. When my euphoria waned I pulled up my pants and gazed down at her. She'd settled back on the couch her hand no longer inside her panties. She appeared to be sound asleep. Two of her fingers were coated with slickness. I wanted desperately to suck the juice off them. I didn't. Instead I made my way on wobbly legs to the bedroom and fell into bed fully clothed, the thick blobs of my cum drying on the floor. Sleep found me in a heartbeat, but it was a troubled sleep. Taking Liberties My mouth felt like it was full of cotton the next morning. After shrugging out of my work clothes I went straight to the bathroom and jumped in the shower hoping it would at least ease my aching head. It didn't, but I did feel like I would at least survive afterwards. With a towel wrapped around me I headed to the kitchen for some coffee and some aspirin. Mom was sitting on the couch in her pink housecoat watching some newscast and drinking a cup of coffee. She saw me coming and gave me a small smile, a worried look on her face. "Morning baby. Rough night?" she asked. "Not really, why?" I responded. "I noticed you slept in your clothes and was worried you weren't feeling good," she answered, carefully watching my face. "Yeah, Mike and I kinda tied one on last night. I'm fine. So how did you sleep last night Mom?" "Oh God, I slept like a baby sweetie. As a matter of fact, last night was the best sleep I've had in a long long time," she practically purred. "Good for you," I told her then continued on into the kitchen. I half expected her to join me in the kitchen but she didn't. I sat there and finished my first cup then decided to go get dressed. On my way to my bedroom I noticed the bathroom door was closed and I could hear the shower going. A mental image of her soaping up her body popped into my head and by the time I reached my room the front of the towel was tenting out in front. Shortly before I had to take off for work Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen when out of the blue she made a startling announcement. Reaching across the table and taking my hand in hers she said, "I've decided to take you up on your offer." "What offer?" I asked, my brain still not functioning properly. "To bring a guy back here and get my groove on silly. Did you forget already?" "No. No, I haven't forgotten," I replied, a tiny spark of jealousy bubbling up in my heart. "So, are you going to do it today? Should I stay away tonight, or what?" "I was hoping for tonight, and no, you don't have to stay away. The couch will be free," she said squeezing my hand a little. "Okay. Well have fun, I gotta get to work," I told her, pulling my hand from hers and heading out the door. The tiny spark of jealousy turned into a festering sore by the time my shift ended. All I could think about as I worked was that tonight some guy was touching Mom in places that I wanted to. Whether it was right or wrong didn't matter to me; I'd already admitted to myself that I wanted to make love to my own Mother. The thought of some other guy having his way with her wasn't sitting well with me. It wasn't sitting well at all. But what could I do? I sure as hell couldn't tell her that I wanted to be that guy. I was sure that wouldn't sit well with her. I resigned myself to the fact that there wasn't anything I could do except grit my teeth and keep my mouth shut. Mom deserved some happiness and I wasn't about to deny her that. My heart was heavy as I opened my front door and stepped into my apartment. I wasn't sure what I expected to see but I was filled with dread anyway. The front room was empty. Glancing down the hallway I saw that my bedroom door was closed. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to stop from barging into the bedroom and tossing whatever dude was in there out into the hall. Instead I headed into the kitchen. I was shocked to see Mom standing by the kitchen counter in her pink housecoat pouring two glasses of wine. She turned and smiled at me as I approached. I said hello, my voice cracking slightly. "Hi baby," she responded warmly. "I see the bedroom door is closed. Did you meet a guy? Is he here right now?" "Yes, and yes, he is here right now." Once I was standing near her I saw her nose crinkle. She gave me this odd look and waved me back away from her. "My God Gary, you positively reek. What did you do, fall into something nasty?" she asked taking a step backwards. "Oh that, I spilled some shit at work. Sorry." "Are we talking shit shit, or something else?" She took one more step back. "No, not shit literally. It was some crap we use to clean the machines is all." I had been a little careless at work. "Well please go hop in the shower before you stink up the place." It wasn't a request. On my way to the bathroom I got a whiff of myself and almost gagged. Stuffing my clothes in a plastic bag I got under the water and took extra care to make sure that I smelt Irish Spring clean by the time I stepped back out. It wasn't until after I'd dried off with the only towel in the bathroom that I realized I didn't have anything to put on. Wrapping the damp towel around myself I went back out into the front room. Mom was standing in front of the couch and I could see that her housecoat was unbuttoned. She held it closed with one hand near her chest and was holding a half-full glass of wine in the other. She indicated another glass on the end table and told me it was for me. I don't normally drink wine but I picked the glass up and took a healthy pull from it anyway. It was sweet. Mom waited until I'd swallowed before asking me to sit down. When I did she stepped in front of me and said she wanted to talk. She finished the wine in her glass and sat it on the end table before standing back up. She waited silently until I did the same. Why she wanted to chat with me when she had a guy in the bedroom puzzled me. I craned my neck around and noticed the bedroom door was open. "Where's you guy friend, he leave already?" I asked, slowly bringing my head around and gazing up at her. That same odd look I'd seen before was on her face now. Smiling sweetly she gazed down at me and said, "No he didn't leave, I'm looking at him right now." "Huh? I don't understand," I sputtered, swiveling my head around to check if there was someone else in the room with us. "Remember when you asked me how I felt about incest?" Mom asked in a whisper. "Yes," I croaked nervously. "Well, the idea of it has always fascinated me, so I was hoping that you would help me find out if I like it or not," she said, her smile faltering as she released her grip on the housecoat and let it sip down her arms to the floor. My jaw dropped open and my eyes blinked rapidly. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here was my Mother, a picture of womanly perfection, standing before me completely naked. Speechless I drank in her beauty. Her soft black hair, the lovely globes of her breasts and dark brown nipples, the graceful waist that flared out to spacious hips, and the thick triangle of hair that had so tantalized me earlier. My eyes rolled down her body past her long tapered legs that seemed to go on forever and finally ended at her feet, the toenails painted a bright red. Yes, I took it all in. By the time my eyes reached her feet my cock was snaking out through the gap where the two ends of the towel met. It reared its head and quickly made its way toward my belly button, all eight inches proudly on display for my Mother. From the way her eyes lit up, and the radiant smile on her face I could tell she'd gotten the answer she was hoping for. Neither of us said a word. Mom slowly sank down in front of me and pushed my knees apart as our eyes locked together. With nimble fingers she unknotted the towel at my waist and spread the two halves out leaving my cock and heavy balls exposed. The fingers on one of her hands wrapped around my throbbing shaft and lifted my cock up until it was pointing toward the ceiling. Placing her other hand against my chest she gently nudged my upper body backwards until my head and back were against the back of the couch. I felt the whisper of her hot breath right before I felt the head of my cock being engulfed in an even hotter heat. I gazed in wonder as I watched Mom's mouth slowly slide down around my thickness. Her tongue danced along the underside of my penis as she swallowed me, her eyes still locked onto mine. My eyes screwed shut as I gave in to the wondrous pleasure coursing through me. Every fiber and nerve along my cock screamed out in joy. In all my borne days I'd never felt such intensity before. She took her time, first licking up one side of my shaft then down the other over and over again. When she took me down her throat I couldn't hold back any longer. "I love you Mom!" I wailed as I exploded in her mouth. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled over me as Mom sucked every last drop of cum out of my balls. Opening my eyes I watched as she licked her lips and took a fingertip to get a drop near the corner of her mouth. She held her fingertip near her mouth and stared at me for a second before licking off the thick milky drop. "You taste good baby," she purred. Leaning forward I put my hands into her armpits and gently pulled her to me. With the gracefulness I'd seen when she'd climbed out of bed she slid up my body until her head rested on my shoulder and she was sitting astride my hips. I could feel the hairs on her pussy brushing against my deflating shaft. Softly I stroked the smooth silken skin of her back and whispered "I Love You" in her ear. We held each other for some time before I rolled her over. Her ass landed at the edge of the couch and I slithered down her body to the floor where I ended up in the same position she'd just been in. Her eyes had a questioning look in them as I gently placed her knees over my shoulders. "I want to taste you Mom," I told her, then lowered my mouth to her pussy. "Oh God! It's been soooo long since anyone has done that to me," she panted as my tongue parted the hair covering her slit. Gently I ran the tip of my tongue across the rubbery muscle on her asshole and down through the valley between her puffy outer folds. Her inner lips slid along the sides of my tongue as I worked it forward toward my prize. When my lips clamped onto the engorged nub of her clit she went wild. Tightening her legs she humped her cunt against my mouth, her ass lifting clear off the couch. Her first orgasm hit her almost immediately. "Oooooooooo shitttttttt!" she cried as I felt her fluids escape and seep into my mouth. I've eaten my fair share of pussy, but I've never had one that tasted as good as my Mother's. I licked her clit with the flat of my tongue then sucked each of her inner lips into my mouth one at a time. Her thrashing grew urgent as another orgasm exploded. Encouraged by her enthusiasm I plunged my tongue deep in her hole and held onto the tops of her thighs tightly. The next orgasm she had was the most intense of all. Her thighs clamped against my ears so tightly I thought for a second my head was going to pop. Keeping my tongue moving inside her cunt I rode the last waves of her orgasm until finally her muscles seemed to relax a little. "Oh my God baby stop...I can't take any more," she groaned slipping her legs off my shoulders and dropping her feet to the floor. I gave her pussy one last complete lick before gazing happily up at her with her juices smeared on my face. I was smiling from ear to ear. Mom's face was flushed a deep scarlet and her nostrils flared each time she sucked in air. Her chest rose and fell erratically as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and my cock was once again as hard as steel. "My God, where did you learn to do that?" she panted, her eyes sparkling as she tried to focus on my face. As Mom lay there recovering I got up and ran into the bedroom and grabbed two pillows. Placing them on the floor in front of her I knelt down and scooted in. I wasn't sure if she was ready yet but I couldn't wait any longer. Slowly I rubbed the head of my cock up and down through her slit, digging it deeper into her wetness with each pass. Every time the head touched her clit I felt her shiver. "Don't tease me baby...love me," she encouraged. Feeling her entrance with my cock I slowly pushed forward. Her breath caught in her throat as the head of my cock slipped into the fiery furnace of her velvety glove. Gently I pushed more of my throbbing pole into her cunt feeling her walls expand around my girth. Once I had my cock buried all the way in I leaned forward and lay my head on her chest, my heart pounding in my own. I didn't move except to reach up and cup her tits in my hands. Another shiver ran through her as my fingers found her nipples. I felt her hand stroking my hair as we lay together as one. "I love you so much baby," she whispered soothingly. Lifting my head up off her chest I pushed her tits together forcing her nipples closer to each other. Her cunt clamped down around my cock as I sucked the ripe nipples into my mouth. We didn't rush anything, she let me suckle as long as I wanted, all the time stroking my hair and moaning softly. When I finally straightened up we stared into each other's eyes lovingly. Slowly I began pulling my cock back until just the head remained inside her. Just as slowly I pushed it back in until my balls nestled up against her ass. I was in no hurry; I wanted this feeling to last forever. With long slow strokes I rocked into her as my hands gently kneaded her breasts, our eyes locked together. For a long time we did this dance, gentle and slow, the only thing changing was the pitch of our breathing. I could feel my own urgency approaching but fought it with all I had. No way was I going to cum before I gave Mom the most pleasure that I could. "Mmmmmpppphhhh...babyyyyy," Mom finally groaned and started bucking against my invading cock. "Oh Fuck Mommmm!" I growled as her pussy slid along my wet slippery shaft. Grabbing her hips in my hands I began ramming my cock into her faster and faster, my balls bouncing off her ass. Her legs went around my waist and lock themselves together at the ankles. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh yesssss...FUCK ME!" she screamed, thrusting her pussy onto my cock savagely. I did what she wanted. I pumped my pole into her squishy cunt faster and harder than I'd ever fucked any one before. The sound of our bodies slapping together was music to my ears. Just as Mom's cunt began to contract around my cock I unleashed a tidal wave of cum deep into the recesses of her pussy. Between us there was so much fluid her pussy couldn't hold it all, it shot out around my shaft and dribble down her butt saturating my balls as they smacked against it. Even when I'd pumped the last dregs of my cum into her I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I had found nirvana. I lay my head upon her heaving chest and listened to her heart thump rapidly while slowly sawing my cock in and out of her soaked pussy. It took a good five minutes or more before my cock deflated enough that it slipped out of her cunt with an audible plop. I glanced up at her as she lay there looking stunned, a smile stretched tightly across her lips. I laid my head back down and basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. "That...was...amazing," Mom whispered as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tighter into her warmth. "Did I make you happy Mom?" I whispered back. "Very." "I'm glad," I told her. "Do you have any regrets baby?" she asked softly after a few minutes. Stroking her face tenderly I said, "The only regret I have is that we've never done this before now. What about you? Any regrets?" "Oh God no. But I do have to say I'm a little shocked that my baby boy knows how to make a woman feel so damn good." She was even more shocked when I stood and picked her up in my arms then carried her to the bedroom. When we got there I shocked her some more by dumping her on the bed, flipping her over and pulling her up by her hips until her ass was up in the air. Getting behind her I gently eased my hardening cock back into her sopping wet pussy. I didn't stop hammering into her cum slickened cunt until she came two more times. As we lay cuddled together in bed she broke the bad news to me. "I hate to have to tell you this, but I have to go home day after tomorrow to sign some papers with Jack. But if you call me, say on a Thursday or Friday, I'll come up and spend the weekend with you." I called in sick the next day so we could spend more time together before she had to leave. By the time she did go there wasn't a place left in my apartment where we hadn't made love. I reminded myself to replace the collapsed dinette before she returned. Sleep eluded me after she was gone. I moped around the place for days until by happy accident I looked inside the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found that Mom had left her sleeping pills. When I got off work that night I took a pill out of the bottle and popped it into my mouth. Since when do they make mint flavored sleeping pills I wondered. When I didn't get sleepy I drank a glass of wine like Mom had. Two hours later nothing. I chalked it up as my being just too wound up for the pills to work. Fantasizing about fucking Mom while jacking off helped some, at least it tired me out enough to finally fall asleep. The very next day I got a letter from Mom in the mail. In it she told me that she had been awake each time I'd touched her. She said that the pills in the Ambien bottle weren't really sleeping pills and apologized profusely for deceiving me. She went on to say that she'd used the ruse to make me believe that she was really sleeping. She wanted to see if I would find her attractive enough to cross the line. She did say she was embarrassed about the time Mike had shown up. An unfortunate accident she called it. Another thing she hadn't planned for was the time I crawled into bed with her. She called that one a glorious accident. Furthermore she told me that the part about her having no action in the bedroom was true, but it wasn't the reason she had come to see me. Well, at least not the only reason anyway. She explained that she has never had anything against incest, as long as it was a mutual thing between adults. Another thing she wrote was how she'd fantasized for some time about trying it with me. The thought of seducing me scared her because she was afraid that I would reject her advances, or worse yet, think she was disgusting for wanting to bed her own son. So to see how I would react she staged her little indiscretions as she called them. Anyway, she wrote, if I did start having regrets about things and never wanted to see her again she'd understand. But on the chance that I did she'd be patiently awaiting my call. She signed the letter, "With Love From A Grateful Mother." After reading the letter I went and got the Ambien bottle out of the medicine cabinet. Popping the top off the bottle I shook one of the pills into my hand. It didn't look like any medicine I'd ever seen, but I'm no expert on what sleeping pills look like. However, after closer examination it did look familiar. I put it in my mouth and bit down on it. Sure as shit, it was a tic-tac. This could mean only one thing; Mom had played me. I couldn't help but bust out laughing. "Kudos Mom," I chuckled. Thursday night when my shift ended Mike caught up with me at the gate. "Hey, what's the rush? Wanna go grab some brews at Duffy's?" he asked, a little out of breath from trying to catch me before I left. "Can't," I answered. "Why not? Got something better to do?" "Yeah. I've got to call my Mom," I answered. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I walked away. Taking Liberties He turned back to face her, his chest confirming his tale with the healthy state of its skin. Nowhere could she see the scratches she was certain she'd made, with the claws now hanging safely hidden in the closet. "Damn," he said, pausing as he got into bed, "I could've done with having my face all bandaged while I played. Might have come out on top if I had, talk about the perfect poker face." She ran her palm over his bare chest, her touch verifying what her sight had told her. Trying to mask her astonishment as he turned to her, she pulled her hand swiftly away, turning the smile on his face into a look of concern. "What's wrong? You've gone all pale," he said, "I know it's Halloween, but you look like you've seen a ghost." ~ The End ~