4 comments/ 52715 views/ 38 favorites The Widow - The Final Chapter By: VictorBlum The Widow - The Final Chapter "Mom, you are just as wet as I remember," he whispered. Wesley moved his mother's thighs further apart and moved closer to inhale the heady scent of her arousal. Then he moved closer and tenderly traced her outer labia with his tongue before slipping it between them to taste her insides. Even though Mary wanted a good fucking, it felt so splendid that she just moaned and shoved her mound up against his face. Using his able tongue, he commenced exploring the folds of her sex and as he frolicked amid the creases of her pussy she wiggled her legs and groaned loudly in hedonistic bliss. Burning with needy desire, she placed one leg over his back to hold him in place while she grabbed his head and pulled it tight to her pussy. When his face traveled up to her aching clit, he mischievously drew the little bulb between his lips. While teasing it with his tongue, Wesley sneaked two fingers into his mother's slick and hot cunt. When pushed fully in to his knuckles, he began to rub the insides of her vagina, swimming his fingers around in the goo to touch every surface indie her. "OH God!" she exclaimed as the first pre-orgasmic spasm hit her. "Oh Fuck!" Then she begged "Please, please make mommy cum! Don't make me wait...please!" Wesley smiled at his control of her and started to thrust his fingers in and out as his continued to suck on her ripe clitoris. In just moments she heaved her back up, rammed her pelvis against his fingers and face as she howled. "Eat it, Wesley!" Mary screamed. "Lick my pussy! Cumming, OOOOOOOOO!" The platinum blond shrieked as her vibrating pussy clenched and squirted, furnishing her son a swig of pussy liquor to suck up. Wesley continued slurping her cunt and jacking her off beyond the crest of her orgasm. It was a few minutes before the spasms subsided. "Oh fuck," Wesley moaned with pleasure as he pulled his fingers out. "I missed this so much!" He continued to softly lick the juices, cleaning everything up. "And you still taste so wonderful." It was after a few minutes that he finally backed away and rose up between her legs. He hovered over her, his tick, veined cock swaging above her hungry pussy. Now Mary had an desperate yearning deep inside her abdomen that she had not felt in years. She urgently craved the feel of her son's meaty prick inside her body as soon as he could push it in. "You...should...fuck...me...now," she panted between big breaths. "I know that's what you really came home for. Go ahead, Wesley. Fuck me!" Wesley started to lower himself towards her and, impatiently, Mary reached a hand out to grip the pole and direct the swollen knob between her labia. She gasped and closed her eyes as she experienced the filling sensation of his meaty prick penetrate into her body as it stretched around the thickness of his cock. "Oh I love your prick, Wesley!" she gulped. "Yes...that's it! Push it deep into my pussy, honey." Wesley planted his knees firmly and positioned his hips to best maintain a steady pounding he planned on delivering. At first he commenced a slow and steady in and out stroking, using his organ to open her up, delving deeper into his mother's hole with each stroke. Mary raised her head for a moment and opened her eyes to look down, seeing his veined cock glistening with her own wetness as it moved in and out of her pussy. The sight of her son's cock filling her was violently stimulating and she closed her eyes and laid her head back as she started to hump back at him, feeling his rhythm and driving her hips up to meet Wesley's every thrust. "Fuck me...deeper," she panted. "Please...deeper!" Wesley changed his pattern to not only sink his shaft fully into her each time, but to bottom out hard enough to make his mother grimace every time his cock-root stretched her pussy lips wide. Each time it sank all the way inside her she experienced a fulfilled, almost stuffed feeling that she had missed for many years. Her pussy responded, squeezing and spasming around the huge stiffness of his cock every time he sank it in. The depth of her desire for this incestuous coupling became plain as she lifted her legs high and wrapped her ankles behind his back. She then used her powerful legs to hump him, pulling him hard against her and frantically fucking her hot pussy onto her own son's cock. "Oh God!" she sobbed. "Please fuck me, fuck me good!" Wesley pulled back, retreating until only the head of his thick hard-on was still in his mother. The room shuddered as he came down hard again, mercilessly clobbering her hole with his sex organ. Mary lay beneath him, her huge breasts bouncing and quivering as she humped back up at him, meeting his every thrust as she pulled them together with her legs.. "Fuck me!" the frantic woman begged. "Fuck meeee!" She brought her up to his shoulders, gasping and squeezing his muscles and urging him onward as her abdomen spasmed uncontrollably. Wesley shook off the sweat from his face and started fucking his mother as hard as he could. Ruthlessly he drove his hips against her body now, ramming his shaft into the cloying depths of her pussy, feeling the heat from her body. She felt the next wave of spasms surging up in her body and moved hands down to grab his ass, pulling him deep into her as her ravished fuck hole clenched even tighter around her son's prick. "Cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cummmiinnnggg!" The orgasm that started in per womb seemed to burst outwards through her body like a conflagration. Wesley joined her in orgasm, screaming out himself as his cock jerked, firing out a huge load of semen to quench the unquenchable flames of her climax. She released her hold on his ass and pounded the bed with her fists as she thrashed underneath him. Inside her, the pink walls of her vagina gripped and contracted around her son's cock as the second load of cream gushed out of his prick. Mary felt the second load between her own spasms...felt it spray and spew deep inside her pussy, inundating her womb with a soothing load of her son's jism. Wesley held himself up until she stopped her major spasming and then collapsed on to his mom's body. She wrapped her arms around him, flexing her powerful vaginal muscles around his cock shaft to milk out every bit of cum from his balls. They shivered together as aftershocks passed from one lover to the other and back. Wesley got too heavy and Mary rolled him to the side, then held him until he slept. He was so tired from the trip; it was selfish of her to wear him out like this but she did not feel guilty. When he was securely sleep, she slid to the edge of the bed and, covering her pussy with her hand in an attempt to not drip on the floor, made her way to the bidet where she could let their juices pour out. And rinse out. And prepare herself for more. ******** Wesley slept the sleep of the exhausted, and woke up about 6am. He was still laying on top of the bed, although apparently his mother had covered him with a blanket. He immediately went to the bathroom and emptied his bladder. He desperately needed a shower and shave, plus he was hungry. Cautiously, he slipped out of the bedroom naked, his clothes still unpacked in his luggage. Mary was curled up on the sofa asleep, a book in her hand. She was wrapped in a white, thick terrycloth robe with her feet covered by an afghan. Wesley quietly stepped over to his bag and picked it up, not wanting to wake her until he cleaned up. Just as he was exiting the room he heard her voice. "Sexy ass, son!" He turned and she was smiling at him. "Go get cleaned up and I'll make breakfast for us." They sat down for a full breakfast later that morning. For both of them, it seemed so much like that day so long ago when they had started with breakfast. Mary was in lingerie and Carsten and Wesley had been in just shorts as they sat through the meal. Now it was just the two of them, Mary's naked body wrapped in a robe and Wesley in his very short training shorts. "Did you get enough food?" she asked him as he set his fork down. "Yes mom," he answered. "Sorry I ate so much but I guess I was hungry. Did I leave enough for you?" "I'm not hungry for food," she said with a smile. "But I am hungry. Do you have what I need?" Wesley smiled and stood up in front of her. Pulling down his shorts, he kicked them to the side and stood before her, his cock flaccid but thick, hanging in such a seductive way. "Is this what you need?" Mary felt both helpless and excited she gazed at her son's penis in front of her face. In her mouth, saliva began to flow as she considered how extremely pleasing it was going be when his cock served the bellyful of spunk she suddenly had an urgent craving for. Mary moved to her knees before her own son, placing his cock right in front of her face. Even as she wrapped her hand around the bottom of the shaft, it started to harden. She squeezed it gently, urging it to stiffen as she watched the tip, waiting for a little pre-cum to ooze out. She jacked the cock slow and hard a few times, making the little hole open up and a drop of slimy pre-cum oozed out. She picked it off with the tip of her tongue, savoring the salty sweetness. Then she shoved the now bulging cockhead into her mouth. It was so good to have her son's cock in her mouth again. Mary made obscene slobbering sounds as she suckled happily on the thick cock, closing her eyes to focus deliberately on the flavor and texture of the shaft in her mouth. Pressing her tongue against the piss hole, the older woman squeezed her hand tighter around the thickness of her son's cock and started pumping him, moving her hand up and down on the section that was not in her stretched lips. Wesley stared down at his mother, sighing as he relished the incredible cock sucking he was getting. He used his hands to guide and encourage her, his fingers weaved into her platinum blonde hair. But Mary knew there was something more for him too. She let go of his cock and pulled open her robe. Stretching her body up, she wrapped her soft breasts around his cock, enveloping them in the soft and warm embrace of her heavy breasts. Wesley looked down on his mother acting like a slut at his feet and knew that she loved him. But it was a love based in the understanding of what a whore she loved to be, how she would do nearly anything for him sexually because she trusted him and he satisfied her. The view of her submissively beneath him pushed him closer. The war hero's facial expression changed from pleasure to concentration something resembling pain as tried desperately to hold back the orgasm, a substantial load of cock juice surging up from his balls. "Cummiiinnnggg!" he yelled as his hips surged forward. Her son's hot, white semen gushed from his cock and went right to the back of her throat forcing her to swallow it before she had even registered its taste. His second shot came quickly and this one she held in her mouth, savoring the delicious flavor of her son's cum. It was the delicious morning cum, sweet and tangy, and Mary's desire for the taste of her son's cream was being satisfied now. Ravenously she hugged the surging cock between her tits, using them to jack it while sucking, single-minded in her wish to swallow every drop. When he finally stopped, Mary felt cozy and contented in her belly with it full of her son's cream. "Come on," Wesley said abruptly. "Drop that robe and let's go to the bedroom." He took her by the hand and helped her up, then led her to her bedroom. She let go of his hand when they went through the door and she turned to close the door. As she turned back to him, she paused, her hands on the sash of her robe. When she knew she had his full attention, she drew it open, baring her remarkable, big-breasted nudity and stood there as he looked at her. It was an unspoken presentation of a gift. She was giving him her body, and he nodded in understanding. Mary stretched out on the bed, entirely naked with her full-sized tits jiggling as she adjusted her position on the bed to allow him sufficient room for a good fuck. Wesley gazed at his mother as she elevated her long pale legs above the bed to open her wet pussy completely for his assault. "Fuck me," she hissed at him. "Fuck my wet hole you mother-fucker." Wesley knew when she used that language she was more than ready, so he moved onto the bed on his knees, his still firm cock swaying threateningly over her tummy. Mary watched eagerly as he moved closer, targeting his bloated cock tip at the puffy, red lips of her cunt. The horny mother closed her eyes as she felt the cock stretching her snug pussy opening and causing her damp vaginal walls to stretch and spasm as they adapted to the thickness of his cock. "Oh God!" she sobbed. "It feels so good, baby." Wesley held himself just above her flat so her stiff nipples poked at his chest as his shaft descended deeper into her cunt. When he was fully in, he paused a moment and she looked up at him expectantly. With no warning he just started fucking her, heaving his lean muscular ass up and down as he stroked her insides. As his stiff prick stabbed in and out of the velvety tightness of her cunt, Mary hastily started thrusting up to meet his strokes, lifting her butt off the bed as she pushed her wet sheath onto the substantial mass of her son's cock. Mary urgently craved every inch of its length, needing her belly fully stuffed with the mind-blowing thickness and length of his prick. "Fuck...me...fuck...me...now!" Mary chanted in time with his pounding. Her cunt was pulsing intensely as the shaft of cock meat pulled out only to ram into her again and again. Wesley lowered his knees to the bed, straightened, and used hands on her hips to pull her on to his prick. Now he started fucking in a different angle as hard as he could, relentlessly ramming his cock into her belly as she lay before him, her bare, sweat-glazed body starting to spasm. Mary sensed the orgasm rising up deep within, causing her vagina to suck even harder around his cock. Her face was becoming contorted with the intense pain/passion of the oncoming storm and she gathered the bed covers in the clenched fists as she rolled her head from side to side. She held her breath for a moment, but then exploded in a frenzy of motion as she feverishly pounded her pussy against his shaft. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Fuck...cumming, cuuummiiinngg!" Her body spasmed violently in orgasm as fluid oozed out of her well fucked hole, the bright red inner flesh glistening as it surrounded the fast-moving cock-shaft of her son. Wesley slowed his fucking as he found it difficult to stay connected with his mother's thrashing body. Thanks to her earlier blow-job, he had no trouble holding back his own orgasm as he rode on through hers. It was a few moments before Mary slowed down, aftershocks giving her occasional twitches. When she realized that Wesley was still hard, and still slowly fucking her, she unexpectedly recognized where she craved to feel his big cock next. And as soon as the thought came to her, it became a burning desire. "Take it out," she gasped. "I want you in my ass." Wesley stopped his slow fucking and looked at her as if to ask if she was sure. With her eyes bright, she nodded yes to him. He slowly drew his swollen prick from her pussy, the shaft glistening with his mother's pussy juices. Mary's mouth watered at the sight of it, remembering how good it felt and tasted just a short while ago, but the need from her ass was more urgent. Wesley watched as his 60 year old mother rotated face down, her shoulders resting on the bed covers and her knees under her abdomen. This presented her ass outwards and when she reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, her wrinkled hole was brazenly exhibited for her son's enticement. Not that he really needed to be enticed. "It wants you, my son," Mary moaned, as she flexed her anus to make her little hole clench in and out. "Fill my ass!" Wesley knew what this would do to her but his logical mind was strongly overruled by his dick. He moved behind her, aiming his swollen cock-head at her hungry sphincter. He spit on his fingers and rubbed his saliva on her hole, then leaned forward. Mary grunted and clenched her jaw as what felt like a massive warm pole pushed through her anal muscles and stabbed into her rectum. Her asshole was hard-pressed to accept the breadth of her son's cock, as it had been years since anyone had penetrated her there. It felt so big that she stretched her fingers down; shocked to find he only had the first two inches in her, she wondered how she had ever done this before. Mary realized that it would be painful at first, but she didn't give it consideration. She knew what she wanted so she boldly spread her pale ass cheeks wider, pushing back in a desperate effort to get all of his meat into her rectum. "All of it," she pleaded. "I want it all before you fuck me. And don't you dare cum too soon!" Wesley started a slow humping motion, easing it in and out slowly with each inward push just a bit deeper. Her rubbery muscles in her rectum felt incredible as they flexed and twisted around his cock. Although he had only his spit to lube her back tunnel, it seemed that was enough as he pushed further in each time. He moved a little closer and placed his hands on her hips as he initiated a slow but steady fucking rhythm. Mary grunted with each thrust, feeling his cock drive her open more and more.. Mary could feel that about half of her son's wonderful hard-on was regularly stuffed in her poop shoot and she could let go of her ass cheeks now. She used her hand to lever herself up so she was on hands and knees, her arms forward of her shoulders to brace against the pounding from behind. Her pendulous breasts swayed below her, and Wesley noticed the motion in the mirror. He turned his head to watch the fit warrior fucking the sexy older woman, her platinum hair hanging down to hide her face. It was so hot to watch himself fucking his mother's ass that he started to increase the pace. "Oh God!" she sobbed as she absorbed his faster pounding. Each time he thrust forward, she felt every inch of his great prick ram into the tender warmth of her anus. Mary felt reoccurring pressure waves of the constant pumping surging through her bowels. He would pull it out, backing away until only the tip of his cock was still inside her muscular ring, stopped by the flair of his cock ridge. Then he would push forward again, forcing his big prick all the way in once more. His mother was crying with need, knowing that the approaching orgasm would destroy her yet wanting it more than life. As Wesley continued his hard and relentless rhythm, she cried for him to take her there. "Please...Pleeeeease," she cried. She humped back rapidly to not only meet his thrusts, but to urge him to ram more in as her asshole convulsed around the rooting length of man-flesh. The waves of pleasure produced by the cock in her asshole were swelling through her entire being. All of the signs were there; her stiff nipples tingled at the ends of her swaying breasts, her labia burned with engorged blood, her toes were curling and uncurling in a slow pattern not related to the pounding she was getting. Mary anxiously anticipated the cum welling up from her crotch, and wanted it so bad. She held her breath for a moment and then fluid shot out of her pussy in a thin but powerful stream. For a fraction of a second everything for her stopped, then exploded. "Cumming!" she screamed. "Aaaaahhhh...fuck...cuuummmiiinnnggg!" She started to shake spasmodically and her arms collapsed, stifling her screams as her face hit the bed. Wesley was not there yet and gripped her hips with iron fingers as he fucked her poor asshole as hard as he could, considering only his own gratification now as he rammed his hard cock into her ass. Mary was incoherent, the continued pounding bringing her beyond rational thought as she came again and again. She was not even aware that her son's cock grew even bigger as he rammed it deep into her ravished hole one last time. The Widow - The Final Chapter Wesley howled as he joined her orgasm, sticky white semen spurting from his manhood to saturate the confines of her shitty channel with a soothing load of cum. This triggered yet another wave within Mary and she experienced repeated seizure-like contractions, her body no longer under any control. Tears flowed from her eyes and spittle dribbled from her babbling mouth, her body held up only by Wesley holding her ass on his throbbing penis. Her eyes rolled back in her head and then her head flopped down, while the spams became little tremors. When she was still, Wesley eased them both down to the bed, then carefully pulled himself from her abused ass. It gaped open and he could see inside her bowels, a trail of off-white cream inside the beet red hole. He felt her skin and it was ablaze. He became concerned and checked her breathing and pulse, and both were very high but not extreme. He went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth, using it to cool her skin and treating her for mild shock until she awoke. When she did awake, she asked what happened. "I think you passed out, mom," he answered. "Are you okay?" "I may need to rest for a while," she answered sleepily. "That will give you time to recover too." She smiled weakly and rolled to her side. Tan-tingled semen oozed out of her anus and dribbled down the side of her ass. Wesley shook his head at his mom. It was going to be a long visit this time. ***** Later, after lunch, they were sitting on the sofa, the television showing some talk show that Wesley was ignoring, reading a book instead. Mary was curled up next to him, a simple summer dress draped over her body. A commercial came on the television and she stretched, bored. She curled tighter to Wesley, placing her hand on his thigh. "I'm glad you're here," she purred against his neck. "You make me feel alive, like you were made for me." At this last she ran her hand over his crotch. "Actually, Mom," he said, putting his book down. "I was made from you. We just fit real well together." He put his arm around her, his hand naturally resting under her breast. He moved his hand to support the squishy weight, feeling it in his hand. "I love the way you touch me," she purred. Her hand pressed harder against his crotch, feeling and exploring. "You have always been my best lover. No one makes me as horny as you do, but you always leave me more than satisfied. Are you ready for some more?" Wesley smiled. "Mom, if you can make him hard, he's all yours." Mary's eyes lit up and she moved to her knees on the floor in front of him. Unfastening his pants, she tugged them down, Wesley lifting his hips to cooperate. With his pants pulled down to his knees, Mary looked eagerly at the soft man-flesh between his legs. Reaching forward, she wrapped her fingers around the soft and pliable tube of man meat. It felt so wonderful in her hand. It was warm and soft, and it gave her so much pleasure. She closed her fist around it and began to gently move it up and down, encouraging the blood to flow into the tube and make it hard. She rose on her knees to bring her face to his while continuing to rub his shaft. "I can't wait for you to get hard for Mommy!" she hissed naughtily, then pressed her lips against his. In a moment his lips parted and she slid her tongue into his mouth. Wesley groaned as they French- kissed, experiencing the firm hand of his mother jacking him off as the oral action of their tongues augmented the carnal momentum that was building. Sandwiched between her legs, her pussy started again to clench and ooze fluid, ready to be filled again with her son's large fuck tool. The shaft began to swell in her hand, his balls shifting within their skin sack. Mary broke the kiss and looked down at her grown son's cock, unable to resist the urge to pop it back into her mouth; she really felt the need to suck on it and take it deep in her mouth. "I think it wants me to wrap my mouth around it," she whispered against his lips. Wesley just smiled and nodded in agreement. She slid down his body, rubbing her dress-covered big tits across his skin as she move into position get her mouth and tongue working around the large penis. He watched as his mother's platinum head bobbed up and down on his cock, leaving it covered with her spit. As she wrapped her lips tighter around bulging flesh and caressed it with her tongue, Mary caressed his ball sack with her fingers, her other hand pumping that potion of his now hard cock that was not in his mouth. "Damn, Mom!" He groaned as his hands wrapped into the hair on her head. She felt him start to raise his hips from the sofa in an effort to stuff it deeper down her throat and knew it was time to move on. She really wanted him inside her cunt. Mary released his cock from her mouth and sat up. Pulling her dress above her hips, she spread her legs and moved her busty body on top of him, straddling his legs. As she lowered herself down towards his shaft, her big tits swung like pendulums within the fabric of the dress, her erect nipples clearly showing through the fabric. "It's time for Mommy to ride your wonderful hard cock!" she hissed. Wesley sensed that she was enjoying herself, verbally emphasizing the forbidden desires if incest. She reached down and held his dick, guiding it to slide between her swollen and wet labia. When it had entered her, she relaxed her muscles and the head penetrated further in her pussy. When she sat all the way down on it, the whole shaft thrust deep up inside her. "Ouff!" She grunted as she hit bottom. The thick root of his cock spread her pussy's opening almost to tearing. Her soft backside came to rest on his muscled thighs and she adjusted her knees a bit to alleviate any discomfort and provide the leverage and movement she wanted. Wesley leaned back, content to watch her for a while. "Are you going to ride your son, mom?" he asked with a wicked smile. Mary just laughed in response, and then raised herself upwards, sliding a few inches of his cock back out of her pussy before sensuously sinking back down to take his manhood back into her body. "Oh yesssss," she groaned as she placed her hands on his muscled chest. As she felt his firm muscles through his shirt, she pressed against him, using her arms to help raise her body higher on his cock and slide down again. This was not a pounding fuck session but slow and sensual, slowly building as it stimulated mind and body. Mary could feel her wet pussy expanding and shrinking as his hard slid in and out of her, pushing her slowly towards a powerful orgasm. Wesley was watching the point where their bodies met. Watching his own cock slide leisurely in and out of his mother's cunt, each time glistening with her own juices, was both lewd and incredibly erotic. Every time she came down on him he could see her labia wiggle as they accommodated every vein and bump on his thick shaft. As she became more aroused, the excess lubricating fluid seeped out and trickled down each side of his balls in a thin line of shiny seepage. "Oh God, honey," she groaned with a shudder. She was getting closer to her orgasm and wanted to prolong the journey, knowing the result was a higher peak. She leaned forward and buried his face in her boobs, smothering him in the cleavage of her heavy breasts. At the same time she started to plunge her ass harder against his legs to grind her pussy on the bulky thickness of his shaft. She inhaled and was about to tell him to fuck her when the doorbell rang. They froze for an instant. Then Mary looked at the clock. "OH God!" she whispered. "It's Fred and Helen! They said they would be over this afternoon!" She leaped up, tearing his cock out of her. She ran towards the bedroom. "You'll have to get the door while I get dressed properly." Wesley was a bit shaken but responding to urgent situations was not something new. He quickly got up and stuffed his hard cock into his pants. A quick survey of the room resulted in flipping a cushion to hide a damp spot on the sofa, spraying some air freshener, and opening a window. He got to the door just as they rang a second time. Wesley greeted them and showed them into the condo. He made the excuse that mom had been laying down and he woke her up before answering the door. They came in and sat down. This was the first time Wesley could really check them out and register some unique items about them. Helen was a beautiful woman, with natural red hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. She was about 5' 7" and well proportioned, with what appeared to be normal, natural breasts, a narrow waist and nicely shaped hips. One jarring feature that he noticed was that she was older than Fred. While Fred was likely about 30, Helen was likely about 40 to 45. Her facial features did not reveal it but her neck and her hands could not conceal that. Knowing that they had children in the 10 to 12 year old range, Wesley was very curious about how that all came about. He would have to remember to ask his mother about that later. Just then Mary came out from the bedroom, smiling and freshly made up. She greeted them both with a hug and they sat down and began to talk. Mary assured them she was okay, and that Wesley would be staying with her for at least a week. Wesley listened as they discussed the family business. According to the will as Ken had shared it, Fred would run the business, but Mary would get 40% of the profits if she outlived Ken and remained unmarried. Upon her death, all rights and ownership went to Fred and Rachel. Mary pulled some of the business records out of their home office and gave them to Fred, along with his father's laptop which also had some business records on it. They agreed that she would go through all of Kens stuff and anything that she did not want to keep, she would let Fred know so he could decide if he or Rachel might want it. They again expressed their concerns about Mary, but she assured them it was alright. Ken's passing was not sudden and, they both agreed guiltily, was a relief from the long sickness and horrible treatments. Fred and Helen left after another round of hugs for Mary and, surprising him, Wesley. After they left, Wesley remembered to ask about the age difference between Fred and Helen. "They met when Fred was in high school," Mary explained with a smile. "She was his history teacher and the junior UN coach while he was on the junior UN team. Helen told me once that the second time they were in New York for junior UN they accidently met on the hotel roof. After about ten minutes together they both knew they had found something special, but were both afraid to do anything about it. "Fred actually took the initiative. The night after high school graduation, her went to her apartment and told her he wanted to be with her forever. She told me it was the most wonderful night she had ever known...and the morning was good too." Mary grinned. "They kept it quiet for two years while he went to college, sneaking home every weekend to be with her. She got pregnant with their first and it all came out, but they weathered the storm and got married despite both family's objections." "That's so great," Wesley said. "I'm glad for them." He put his arms around his mother. "Now, where were we before they showed up?" She pushed him away playfully. "We need to take a break, horny toad," she said, moving quickly away from him. "And I need you to go to the store and get some food. Can you do that for me?" Wesley agreed and, list in hand, headed out to the store to pick up the items she needed. When he returned, he found the rooms darkened, with just a few candles here and there providing a dim light. As he moved towards the kitchen he saw his mother and stopped in shock. She was facing him wearing a black chiffon style dress. The front was supposed to be a square elastic neckline, but she had pulled it down and tucked it under her breasts so they stood out, starkly pale in the dim candlelight. "Oh good," she said innocently as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "You're home. We can eat in just a minute." She turned her body towards the stove, but watched his face as she exposed the back of the dress. She had pinned up the entire back of the dress so that the back of her legs all the way up to her waist was fully exposed. Wearing her favorite black "fuck-me" high-heeled shoes, her ass was lifted into the air and looked absolutely exquisite. Wesley groaned. "Something the matter, honey?" she asked with malicious simplicity. Wesley put the groceries down and moved towards her quickly, but she stopped him with a wooden spoon to his chest. "No touching until after dinner!" "But that's not fair," he complained. "I have dinner to finish," she replied. "It would not be safe to have you pawing at me while I am cooking." He got down on his knees in front of her and gave her his best, sad and begging look. "Please mom? Anything at all." She smiled down at him, her grown son on his knees before her. She still had the power. "You can stay right there and kiss," she said, waving the wooden spoon in his face. "No fondling and no licking. And you stop when I tell you." He nodded his head up and down like a little boy again. Mary turned away from him and stirred the food on the stove. Wesley leaned forward and kissed the soft skin of her derrière. The skin was soft like very fine tissue; and supple and smooth and warm and... Wesley wanted it so bad he put his hands on her hips to pull it towards him, earning a hard slap from the spoon on his hand. "If you can't play by the rules you can't play," she scolded. Wesley took a deep breath and started again. He softly kissed various spots on her ass, sometimes just barely brushing his lips on her supple skin, other times pressing his lips hard against her. She wiggled every once in a while from his actions, but the limits on his actions were driving him crazy. Just as he was about to slide his tongue along her ass crack, she stopped him. "Get up," she said simply. "It's time to eat." Wesley got up and carried the proffered dish to the table. The table was set with the fine china, two candles with crystal candlesticks, and two wine glasses. There was a bottle of Riesling already open on the table and Wesley filled the glasses. He stood by and held her chair as Mary approached the table, her exposed breasts swaying seductively as she walked on her heels. He watched as her uncovered ass flesh lowered to the flat of the chair, the delicate skin molding itself to the surface. Although it would have been problematic for any meal to hold his focus when faced with the exceptionally racy woman across the table from him, Mary had prepared a meal that achieved that task. Chicken scaloppini prepared with garlic, olive oil and pine nuts, served with risotto. There was also cauliflower delicately roasted with thin slices of garlic and golden grape tomatoes. Each of the dishes had rosemary in them, serving to unite the meal while each dish maintained its own identity. They enjoyed a wonderful dinner together, chatting about various things and generally getting caught up on those little things that do not get touched through phone calls and e-mail when two people are half a world apart. Mary did not share all the details of her life when he was away because it all seemed so unimportant when her son was in a combat zone. Once in a while they touched hands but Mary wanted to pretend it was a normal dinner so Wesley was forced to ignore that his lover was half naked across the table from him. When they had finished eating, Mary rose and started to clean up the dishes. Wesley watched as her naked ass wiggled at him every time she walked away, and her breasts swayed and jiggled when she walked back into the room. When the table was clear she came back in and stood near him. "Do you want dessert now or later?" she asked him. "What is the dessert?" he asked. "I have four small Cannoli, two with white cream and two with chocolate cream," she answered. "I remember they used to be your favorite and the restaurant at the mall makes great ones." "I would rather have you for dessert now..." he said with a smile. "...and the Cannoli later." He stood up and, taking her by the hips, pulled her to him. As soon as their bodies touched, their hands roamed all over the other one's body as their mouths met in an impassioned kiss. Mary's breath was taken away as her son's hands were all over her half naked body. Wesley broke away from her face moved down her neck to her chest, where his kisses were so wet and arousing that she had goose bumps on her arms as she wrapped her fingers in his hair. Just when she wanted nothing more than to be swept away to the bed to be fiercely fucked by her son, he picked her up and sat her on the end of the table. He pulled the dress away from her legs, leaving her naked below the waist, then sat down on his chair, her exposed pussy laid out before him like another delicious meal. "Your bush still matches your hair," Wesley observed quietly. "Thank you," she whispered, acknowledging the complement but tense, anticipating his next move. She blushed as she let her own son spread her legs wide apart to open her wet pussy to access, even though he had seen it many times. The romance of the evening made it seem like the first time all over again. Wesley leaned close, pushing his face between his mother's legs and getting his first whiff of that familiar aroma. When he ran his fingers up Mary's inner thigh, she shivered, and then leaned back on her elbows. Her son wiggled a single finger between the lips of her horny pussy, gently easing it in. "Does that feel good?" Wesley hissed as he began moving the finger in and out. "Un...huggh...yes!" she breathed. Her cunt lubricated so quickly it amazed him. He had only just started to play with it and it was already exceedingly wet and warm. Her labia quickly became swollen while her legs separated even more. Wesley pushed a second finger into her warmth, using them to explore the inner folds of her cunt. "Does this feel better?" he asked with a devious grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and wanted so much to drive her to the point of no return again. "Yes!" she gasped, her breathing a bit ragged now. For a moment she felt ashamed of what she had become even as she spread her legs wider. She was laying half naked on her own dining table in front of her son and lover the day after her husband's funeral. The whole scene was so perverse and she felt she should be horrified about what a slut she had become to her own son. But since those days so long ago when she had begun fucking her step-son and then her own son, Mary's sexual requirements could be so easily become overwhelming once she was stimulated to a certain level. And of course her son knew every single way to do just that. Even now, she could not help herself as she started humping and wiggling her ass eagerly on the table, fucking her wet pussy onto Wesley's hand. "Damn, Mom," Wesley teased. "You're getting even wetter down there. I thought women your age we supposed to be all dried up. And it's so tight for a woman your age." "You're...such...an...ass!" Mary grunted. But she loved the compliment even so. Each compliment from her son and lover aroused her even more. Part of that was also the knowledge that he had a big cock in his pants that was going to fuck her soon. "And your clit is so swollen, mom," he added as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her gooey slit. He brought his other hand up to the pink button that protruded at the top of her cunt. Using just one finger, he started to rub it with a gentle circular action that made his mother gasp, her body jerking on the table in front of him. "Did that feel good?" he asked rhetorically. "Maybe I should try some oral stimulation." Mary could only groan in reply so Wesley lowered his head to bury his face between her thighs. Pressing his mouth to her blonde rimmed hole, he started to lick and suck her tasty juices.