9 comments/ 53341 views/ 37 favorites Tucker's Summer: Wine And Roses By: blaster666 Sunday morning started out on a down note. There was no new video of Mom coming into my room. I checked. I also checked the camera thinking that maybe something was wrong with it. There wasn't, it was working just fine. The only logical conclusion was that Mom hadn't come in and masturbated last night. Bummer. I showered and went downstairs in my pajamas. The house was empty. I ate breakfast in the front room; more coco puffs. Bored, I wandered around the house for a bit and then went outside to the pool area. It was while I was staring at the flowerbeds that an idea came to me. I ran to the garage and returned with a small pair of Mom's bush trimmers. Carefully I cut three red roses leaving the stems long enough to put in a vase. I sat the vase of flowers on the dinning room table and went back to my room. There I fashioned a hand written card and got dressed in my work clothes. I had obligations this morning. On my way out of the house I placed the card against the vase. It read, "Dear Mom, I love you." I finished my last yard at four o'clock. On my way home I stopped by the only florist open on a Sunday, actually it was the only one in town, and paid to have a small bouquet of red roses delivered to my house every morning for the rest of the week. The lady taking my order was genuinely touched by what I told her I wanted on the card. She told me that I was sweet. I wanted to say, "If you only knew Lady," but didn't. When I stopped by Johnny's, Carla was more than happy to go to the store and buy several bottles of Mom's favorite wine. I paid of course. She wasn't too happy when I told her that I didn't have time to stay after she got back from the store. With a promise to come over soon she let me go without too much disappointment on her face. Lugging home a bag with five bottles of wine in it, and pushing my mower was almost as strenuous as the yard work I'd done today. Mom's car was in the garage when I got home, but I didn't see her when I went in and stashed the wine in the pantry. I saw that the roses were still where I had put them but the card was gone. I smiled. I put one bottle in the fridge and headed over to Mom's bedroom door. Before I knocked I could hear the shower running in her bathroom so I went upstairs and took one of my own. My body was clean but there wasn't anything I could do about the dirty thoughts that roamed my brain. I didn't want to either. At five-thirty I put on my only suit, a black pin stripe with wide lapels, black silk shirt and tie and black loafers. I even went so far as to put on some boxer-briefs hoping they would contain my beast if it got too excited. When I went downstairs I didn't see Mom. Going over to her bedroom I knocked. She answered wearing her floor length housecoat. "Wow! Don't you look handsome," she said after noticing what I was wearing. "Got a hot date," she asked. "I hope so," I replied slyly. "Is she anyone I know?" "Yes," I said failing to elaborate. "Well, who is she Tucker," Mom's interest was peaked. Smiling broadly I said, "You." "Me?" "That's right Mom. We have reservations for dinner at The Palms, and afterwards we're going to see the new release of your favorite movie," I told her beaming with enthusiasm. "Oh honey, The Palms? That place is expensive," a worried look was on her face. "Not to worry, I've got it covered. So you, young lady, get dolled up and I'll pick you up in thirty minutes," my cavalier attitude had her laughing. Playing along she said, "But I don't know what to wear. That place is awful fancy." "Wear something sexy," I said blushing slightly. "Oh, there's one other thing." "And what would that be," her eyes twinkled as she asked. "You'll have to drive. My Rolls is in the shop." After she quit laughing she looked at me and said with a serious tone, " Are you really asking me out on a date?" "Yes I am. You deserve a night out so get cracking, times a wasting." "Aren't you the forceful one? Alright, give me a few minutes Mr. Big Spender," she had a huge smile on her face as she closed the door. I was as nervous as a cat while I sipped my soda and waited for her on the couch. Good to her word, she emerged twenty minutes later. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw her. The dress she was wearing had a gauzy black material that covered her shoulders and arms, the neckline plunged just enough to show her ample cleavage without being trashy. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Bright red lipstick adorned her lips. Her six- inch black heels accentuated the muscles in her legs covered by sheer black nylons. To top it off, the triple strand of cultured pearls around her neck added just the right amount of class to her outfit. She was clutching a small handbag as she stepped over to where I was drooling. "You like," she asked, turning all the way around to give me the whole effect. "Oh yeah," I blubbered between drools. "It doesn't show too much of the girls, does it?" "Not at all. You look great," more drool as my eyes feasted on the "girls." The Palms was one of the swankier eateries in town, but you didn't really need a reservation to get in, I'd just said that to impress Mom. Why it was named the way it was had me baffled; there wasn't a palm tree in sight. Once we were seated our waiter fawned over Mom, asking her if she wanted this or that, obviously reluctant to leave. I knew what was on his mind. Eat your heart out fucker, this lady's mine. Mom hadn't brought her reading glasses so she had me pick something for her. I chose the most expensive item on the menu, fresh Maine lobster, another one of Mom's favorites. I ordered myself a juicy t-bone. I was batting a thousand with the choices I'd made so far; Mom was obviously pleased. Go team Tucker I proudly patted myself on the back. "What made you think about this Tucker," Mom asked halfway through our meal. Reaching across the table I took her hand and told her, "I love you, and I wanted to show you how grateful I am for all the things you do for me." "That's so sweet," she had mist in her eyes, "And thank you for the flowers this morning." She was gracious enough not to mention that she knew where I'd gotten them. It was the thought that counted she'd always told me. I left our waiter a thirty percent tip; Mom left him with a chubby in his pants. I hoped he used some of the tip for hand lotion so he could take care of his problem when he got home. Mom's mascara was running by the time we sat through the remake of her favorite tearjerker. She put her head on my shoulder about halfway through and I took a chance and placed my arm around her while letting my fingers rubbed her shoulder softly. Almost two hours of boring chick- flick had me almost in tears myself. I held her car door open for her after the show and was rewarded when she had to part her legs to get in. In the brief moment before she pulled her other leg inside the car I caught a glimpse of the top of her nylons. She was wearing a garter belt. A black one. The boxer briefs didn't contain my growing excitement in the least. At home I held her door for her again. The lighting in the garage was much better and I got to see all the way up to her black panties as she climbed out of the car. Team Tucker scores again; the crowd went wild. So did the snake crawling down my pants leg. "I had a lovely time," she began as I walked her into the house arm in arm. "It's not over yet fair lady," I told her as I led her over to the couch. "What now Sir Tucker," she asked as she took a seat. "Just wait here, and I'll show you." On my way to the kitchen I dimmed the lights and put some soft mellow music on the stereo. Glancing back I saw Mom watching me with a big smile on her generous lips. I used her long stemmed wine glasses and fixed us a drink. Soda for me, and a burgundy Chardonnay for her. She accepted the glass I offered but not before she scrutinized the other one I was holding. I took a seat on the couch and watched as she scooted back and crossed her legs. The hem of her dress rode almost to the tops of her nylons, while the head of my cock tried to reach my knee. "Mmm, this is good," she offered after taking a sip. Yes! Go Team Tucker Go! "I was hoping you would like it. I had Johnny's Mom pick it up for me today," I boasted. "Johnny' Mother bought alcohol for you?" "I told her it was for you," I said hastily, seeing the look on her face. "Still..." she took a bigger sip. By the time she finished her third glass she was quite relaxed. Her dress had hiked higher and I was able to see the tops of her nylons along with part of her garter belt. I walked stiff legged into the kitchen and refilled her glass. Just as I handed it to her a slow, moving song began to blare from the stereo. Her eyes grew wide with surprise when I took her glass out of her hand, sat it on the coffee table, and held out my hand to her. "May I have this dance beautiful lady," I asked formally. "I..Uh..I guess,' she answered taking my hand and standing. With her heels on she was as tall as I was and when she came into my arms her breast pressed into my chest. I held one of her hands while she gingerly placed the other on my shoulder as my arm went around her waist and gently pulled her against me. She eased into my body and placed her head softly on my shoulder while I led her around in a slow circle. We were both caught up in the tenderness of the moment. She pressed harder into me as I pulled her even closer. My hand on her back rubbed up and down her spine, going lower and lower each time. When my hand traveled over the rise of her ass I heard her emit a soft moan. She had to feel the bulge in my pants pressing into her crotch; I know I did. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to seduce me," she whispered into my shoulder. "Maybe I am, would that be so bad," I whispered back. "It would be wrong," she answered still clinging to me. When the song ended it was a few seconds before we broke our embrace. She stepped back and gazed into my eyes with a dazed look in hers. "I have to go to bed," she announced sounding slightly flustered. "Can I have a good night kiss Mom," I asked softly. "Of course you can," she said offering her cheek to me. With my hands on her hips I leaned in to kiss her cheek; her head turned toward my face at the same time. Our lips met. I should have backed off immediately but I couldn't, her lips were just too soft and inviting. She offered no resistance as I pushed our lips together harder. Fire and passion ignited. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked between my lips until it touched mine. Clumsily I pulled her pelvis against mine and ground my raging cock against her crotch as my tongue fought to dominate hers. I felt her hands cup my ass and pull me tighter into her as she ground back with equal force. Her body began to tremble when suddenly she brought her hands up to my chest and pushed my away from her. She stood there panting and staring at me with eyes full of fright and disbelief. "Oh my God Tucker! I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," she kept saying, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. "It's okay Mom. I'm to blame not you," I insisted trying to put my arms around her. She swatted my hands away and ran into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Remorse began to set in before I even reached my room. Why had I pushed it? How much pain have I just caused my Mother? Will she ever forgive me? Or will she torment herself with guilt? Questions came by the truckload but no answers were in sight as I lay on my bed staring blankly at the ceiling. After an hour of tossing and turning, my covers completely kicked off my body I finally fell asleep. I didn't even bother checking for a new clip the next morning. After last night I doubted if Mom would set foot in my room again. She was at the table staring into her coffee cup when I got downstairs, and didn't look up when I sat down with a cup of my own. It wasn't until I reached over and took her limp hand into mine that she acknowledged that I was there. "Mom?" "Yes dear," she asked without looking up. "Look at me please." "What Tucker," she looked troubled as she gazed over at me. "Don't be sad. You didn't do anything wrong, it was just a harmless kiss," I tried to tell her. "Harmless? It was a lot more harmful than you know," she replied. "How so? You don't hear me complaining do you?" "No, I don't hear you complaining. But I'm so ashamed of myself," her voice trembled when she talked. "There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. We were having fun and we both just got caught up in the moment, that's all. I for one enjoyed it." "That's the problem, Tucker." Her eyes were starting to mist. "The problems because I liked it?" "Not because you liked it," she said. "Then why," I asked puzzled. "Because I liked it! I liked it a lot! If I hadn't came when I did there's no telling how far we would have went," she almost shouted as tears streamed down her face. "You liked it? What? Wait...you came?" Were my ears hearing right? "Yes, I liked it, and yes, I came," she stuttered. "But how? I thought you had to be having sex to come," I stated. For some reason she found that extremely funny. "Oh my poor, sweet, naïve son. You have so many things to learn about women," she squeezed my hand gently. "Teach me Mom," I said staring intently into her eyes. "Seriously? You want me to teach you about women," she asked taking a slow sip of her coffee. "Who better to, than you," I sipped my own coffee waiting for to reply. "Your Father, for one," she came back with. "Seriously Mom? Dad? You must be kidding," I chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. The only thing he seems interested in anymore is getting head and going to sleep," she half whispered. "Oh my God! I can't believe I just said that," she shouted when she saw my jaw drop. "Wow!" was all I said, before we both busted out laughing. "Okay. What do you want to know," she asked wiping the tears of laughter from her face. "How about we start off with something simple. Tell me what gets your motor running. I'm sure I can apply it to other women," I said leaning closer to her. "Oh sweetie, that's kinda personal don't you think? After all, I am your Mother." "You're also a woman. But if you don't want to help I understand." I laid the guilt trip down as thick as I dared. "You're right, I am a woman first. I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you a few things." I was all ears. "First thing you need to know about me is, I'm multi-orgasmic," she clearly had trouble putting this out there for her son to hear. "Multi- what," I asked almost enjoying her discomfort. "It means I can have multiple orgasms. But in my case I don't always have to have a man's penis in me to get off. All I have to do is get overly aroused and I can come." "Like last night," I threw out there. "Yes Tucker, like last night." I could see she was getting too uncomfortable. "Let's make a deal Mom," I said. "What sort of deal," she asked skeptically. "Let's forget about last night. I won't say another word about it, it'll be like it never happened," I told her. "I would like that," she said softly. The sound of the doorbell ended our conversation, much to Mom's relief. She looked at me funny when I told her it was probably for her. She answered it in her long robe and came back into the kitchen carrying a vase of fresh cut red roses. She read the attached card as she walked in. Her smile filled my heart with love as she put the flowers on the table and leaned in to give me a hug. The top part of her robe opened enough for me to see the valley between her breast right before her arms went around my shoulders. Captain Winky saluted. "Dinner and a movie last night, and now this. What are you up to Tucker," she asked still holding the card that said I loved her. "Nothing. I just want to make you smile Mom," I said as she sat back in her chair. "Well, thank you. This is very sweet." "We good Mom?" With her brightest smile she said, "Yes baby, we're good." "Great! So what time do you want to work on your tan," I asked fighting not to show my eagerness. "I forgot all about that. How about eleven, that okay with you," the way she replied told me she hadn't forgotten my promise to rub lotion on her. "Sounds good. Umm, I might have to break a promise to you though," I told her. "What promise?" "The one about wearing long pants while I'm on lotion duty. I won't be able to swim with long ones on," I said as innocently as I could. She gave me a mock look of seriousness before breaking out in laughter. "Oh dear." "I'll try to keep things under wraps, but if I can't, just close your eyes. Okay?" "If I must. I promise not to look," she was still laughing. She lied. I could clearly see her eyes locked onto the head of my cock as it peeked out the leg of my swim trunks. I was standing near her head putting the final touches of sunscreen on her shoulders when I saw her eyes go wide. What Mom didn't know was I had used her sewing machine to shorten the length of my trunk's legs. Now I didn't have to be fully hard before Captain Winky emerged out the leg opening. Groans of pleasure left her lips when I did her back, working my fingers deep into her muscles as I went. I saved her legs for last. Starting at each ankle I spread the lotion in deep, stopping my upward travel just shy of the globes of her ass cheeks. She had actually opened her legs a little so I could get the insides of her thighs. More of Captain Winky made an appearance down my leg. She took me by surprise when she said, "Don't forget my butt. I really don't want to burn there." "Okay. Would it be okay if I push your suit closer to the center just to make sure I cover you good," I held my breath waiting for her answer. "Uh...do you really need to?" "Better safe than sorry," I said. "Well, okay." She really didn't sound too enthused about my idea. She was even less enthused when I asked her to spread her legs so I could sit between them to put the lotion on. After I told her I didn't want to strain my back by leaning over she reluctantly parted them. With my legs over the back of hers, my feet to the sides of the lounger, I dropped a glob of lotion on each cheek. I could see all of her crotch area between her legs. She flinched at first when my hands cupped her cheeks, but relaxed as I worked the lotion in. With my thumbs pointing toward the crack of her ass I began to work them closer together until the tips dipped under the fabric of her suit. As slowly as I could manage I pushed the outer parts of her suit in with my thumbs until her bottoms were wedged into her crack. She didn't complain. She probably would have if she'd known that by moving her suit inward, the outer lips of her pussy were now visible to my astonished eyes. The white of her suit contrasted beautifully with the tufts of black pubic hair poking out on both sides of her bottoms. It took everything I had to keep myself from letting my thumbs slide down over the puffy folds of fur-covered womanhood. "Uh, sweetie. I think they're well covered now," she broke the hypnotic spell I was under. "Sorry Mom, guess I got carried away," I stuttered as I got up. "Be a dear and pull my suit out of my crack. I really hate thongs." "Okay," I said, putting a forefinger in the leg bands and pulling out with my head tilted to the side for one last look. It was a good one; I saw all of her pussy before I released the bottoms where they were supposed to be. "Tucker?" "Yes Mom," I asked stepping up to where she could see me. Tucker's Summer: Wine And Roses "Did you get a good look?" "I guess you did," she added before I could respond. Looking down I saw what she was looking at; two inches of hard cock was poking out in plain sight below my trunks. Her snickers followed me all the way to the pool until I jumped in. I had to stay in the cool water for over ten minutes before I was able to stuff my Johnson back where it belonged. Mom spent an hour flipping back and forth from her back to her front in the sun before diving into the pool to cool off. I thought that she was done when she got out. Instead, she buttered up her front once more and stretched back out on the lounger. I just lay in the one closest to her and admired the view of her dark nipples. When she flipped over and told me to do her back again I was in hog heaven. This time I let my thumbs almost touch the softness of her outer lips as I rubbed the lotion in. She didn't complain. She baked for forty-five more minutes before getting up and going inside. I went up to my room and had a wankfest. I surprised Mom by fixing spaghetti for dinner, along with a nice red wine for her. After we ate I shooed her out of the kitchen while I cleaned up, telling her to go relax and watch something on the box. She was reluctant at first, but gave in when I insisted. Finished, I took the bottle of wine into the front room where Mom was sitting on the couch absorbed in a sit-com. She had changed into her long robe but I noticed that she hadn't done a good job buttoning it up. The top was open more than usual and her cleavage spilled out causing me to grow before I could get seated. I saw her eyes shift from the TV to the bulge in my pajamas. She sat there sipping her wine as I made myself comfortable at the other end. The bottle of wine was almost gone by the start of an action movie. I truly expected her to go to bed since she wasn't into these types of flicks, but she didn't. She asked if she could rest her head in my lap instead. She was pretty tipsy by now and giggled when I told her I had to make an adjustment first. I was a little embarrassed as she watched me reach in my pants and pull my dick upwards away from my pants leg. I couldn't leave it where it was; her head would've been right on top of it. When I was settled she lay on her back, with her face to the television and her head pushed up against my balls. I had one hand on the arm of the couch and Mom took my other one and placed it on her stomach. She told me she didn't want me to be uncomfortable. Too late Mom, I thought, since the way she was laying gave me a good look down the front of her robe. My cock inched its way up toward my belly button. "That feels good," I heard her whisper. Glancing down I was startled to see that I had removed my hand from her stomach and was now softly stroking the side of her face. I hadn't realized that I had even moved my hand. Her skin was so soft and warm I just continued to stroke her face and hair. Her eyes closed and her head shifted so her face was pointing away from the TV. I was in agony; now her mouth was actually resting against my pajama-covered balls. I inwardly groaned from the heat her breath was blowing onto my sack. My dick was leaking pre-cum on my stomach as I kept stroking her hair gently. I was no longer watching the TV. When she had shifted her robe had opened enough that one of her breast was almost completely exposed. I could see the beginning of her dark brown areola but I couldn't see was her nipple. There were no if, ands, or buts about it. I had to touch it. I eased my hand onto her chest, right above where her breasts began to swell, and held it still long enough to see if she was aware of it. With no signs that she was, I slid it deeper into her robe running my fingertips into the valley between her marvelous mounds. Her skin was soft, warm, and as smooth as a baby's butt. Down and up my hand went, until my fingers crested the top and found her pert nipple. Resting my hand completely on top of her boob I could feel her nipple begin to stiffen under my palm. Her nipple got harder and harder the more I moved my hand over her breast. The heat from her breath on my nuts increased with each passing minute. Boldly, I gently pinched the stiff nipple between my fingers and twisted it back and forth. I froze when she shoved her face into my crotch engulfing one of my cloth-covered balls in her opened, moaning mouth. Lord, please don't let her bite down I prayed, keeping my fingers deathly still. Her moaning stopped shortly and she turned her face up on my lap. I quickly pulled my hand out of her robe as I saw her eyes start to blink before opening all the way. "Shit, that was one hell of a weird dream," she mumbled as she struggled to sit up. "Good weird, or bad weird," I asked after she got her bearings. "Let's just say that I will sleep good tonight and leave it at that," she replied, then stood up and said goodnight. I had so much pre-cum on me that I didn't need to use lotion to enjoy the wanking that followed once I was in my room. The remembrance of how soft she had felt, and the thought of my ball being in her mouth produced the most exquisite orgasm I'd ever known. Dutifully, I cleaned the enormous amount of semen from my floor before falling into bed for what turned out to be the best sleep ever. The next day was more of the same. Mom was overjoyed when a new batch of roses arrived for her. I slept in naturally, but when I finally made my way downstairs, there was a breakfast of bacon, eggs and hashbrowns waiting for me. Mom said it was in appreciation for the lovely flowers. When I told her she didn't have to do that, she told me to shut my blowhole and eat. Lotion duty started earlier than yesterday. I made no effort to hide it when my dick started hanging out, and Mom made no effort to look away from the three inches peeking out either. She also made no effort to stop me when I let my thumbs "accidentally" touch the outer lips of her cunt. Of course it was the fastest feel ever recorded, but it was a feel nonetheless. She even played a round of tag with me. The water reducing her suits cover to nothing. Four inches of dick was on display as I climbed out of the pool. After blatantly staring at my penis for a minute, Mom called a halt to the sunbathing for the day. Another half inch showed itself as I watched her juicy ass sway on her way back to the house. My wrist got sore from the amount of pud pulling I did when I got to my room. Dinner was excellent, poached salmon, steamed asparagus and a baked potato. Mom even cracked open a bottle of wine to go with her meal. Together we cleaned up, bumping into each other, sometimes on purpose. We stayed at the table and played cards for a while before she said she was going to take a shower. She told me to get comfortable, pick out something to watch, and she would join me shortly. I decided that being comfortable meant just wearing my bathrobe. I was sprawled on the couch, her bottle of wine on the coffee table, when she came out of her room. Her idea of getting comfortable turned out to be the same as mine. She was wearing a silk burgundy robe, held together by a sash tied around her waist. It only went down to the middle of her thighs, and when she sat down it parted enough for me to see she wasn't wearing panties. "Oops," she said, pulling the bottom half of her robe closed after seeing where my eyes were glued to. "Looks like we had the same idea," I told her, stretching my legs out in front of me. "Yeah, but don't get used to being down here in your robe. We can't dress like this when your Father and Sister get back," she pointed out. "Guess we'll have to make the most of this peace and quiet while we can," I said, leaning forward and filling her wine glass. Holding the bottom of her robe closed she turned sideways, scooted down against the arm of the couch and put her feet in my lap. "Mind rubbing my feet sweetheart," she asked. "Not at all," I told her. I rubbed them for over twenty minutes, keeping Mom's wine glass full at the same time, before getting bolder. "Oh God, that feels so good honey," she purred as I moved my hands past her ankles and started rubbing her calves. "Legs sore Mom," I asked trying to reach higher. "I guess so. Must have been from playing tag in the pool." "If you slide further my way, I can do a better job of loosening them up for you," I told her. She downed the wine in her glass, had me refill it, then wormed herself down until just her head rested on the arm of the couch. Somehow she managed to keep her robe closed as she scooted her butt closer to me. Her thighs were almost over mine by the time she was done. I continued to rub just her calves so she wouldn't get nervous about my hands being on her strong thighs. Patiently I stroked the tightness out of her lower legs, receiving numerous moans of pleasure from her as I did. I was not even aware of what was on the boob tube; I was too enamored by the feel of her silky smooth skin. I didn't know if she was watching TV or not. All I did know was the wine was disappearing fast. She sat the empty wine glass on the floor and scooted so far down that she was now lying on the couch when I let one of my hands go above her knee. I got real encouraged when she put her hands behind her head and told me what I was doing felt great. I looked over at her face and saw her eyes start to droop. I rubbed higher. She purred. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. For well over thirty minutes I caressed her wonderful skin. I have to say, "caressed", because what I was doing sure as hell wasn't giving her a leg massage. I watched as her breathing became shallow, her chest rose and fell evenly and her eyes had been closed for some time. Higher my hand slid, pulling one half of her robe to the side as it went. I did the same thing to the other side when I switched legs. With her robe partly open and her legs together all I could see was the downy soft hairs covering her mound. I sat there trying to figure a way to see more when she fixed the problem for me. The knee closest to the back of the couch lifted as Mom bent her leg and put her foot flat on the cushion near my butt. Her other leg slid down my thighs, stopping at my knees. With the one knee up and resting against the back of the couch, the other leg spread out, her pussy was now visible in all its glory to my lecherous eyes. To me it was the most beautiful pussy in the world. The pussy I had come from. The pussy I longed to return to. My hand slid softly along the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to the ultimate taboo. At last my fingertips brushed the furry outer reaches of my Mother's cunt, while my eyes watched her face for signs of awareness. Seeing none, I pressed my index finger deeper into the outer folds until they parted, allowing my fingertip entry into her warmth. Gently I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle. It was instantly coated with a thick, sticky wetness. I couldn't resist; I had to taste her. Pulling my finger out was the hardest thing to do, but when I stuck it in my mouth it was worth it. An aroma unlike any I'd ever smelled, sweet yet sharp, assailed my nostrils right as my tongue licked the tangy essence that was my Mother from my finger. Hurriedly I put my finger back into her heat and slid the tip back and forth through the slickness of her slit, carefully running the tip of it over her growing bud. The longer my fingertip slid up and down between her inner lips, the more her fluids began to flow. "Yeesss," softly spewed from her mouth as I pushed half of my finger back into her tunnel. The heat surrounding my finger was immense, getting hotter and hotter the deeper my finger plunged. By the time I had all of it buried inside her it felt like I'd stuck my finger into an inferno. Slowly I pulled my finger back, then pushed it in again. Each time I pulled it out I saw more and more juices clinging to it. I was just starting to go faster when the leg over my thighs rose, bent at the knee and mashed itself against her other one trapping my hand between her thighs. I could feel her cunt sucking on my buried finger as the walls of her fiery pussy contracted over and over and over. "Uuunnnggghhh," she hissed as her head rolled from side to side, her pussy still contracting around my finger. Forcefully I yanked my hand from between her thighs as I watched in horror as her eyes began to flutter. I threw both my hands behind my head, sank lower on the couch and pretended to be engrossed in the TV. She laid there on her back, knees up with the bottom half of her robe in disarray, staring up at the ceiling. What I didn't know was the bottom half of my robe was also in disarray. My rapidly deflating member was lying out in the open against my leg. "Damn," she whispered, rubbing her face with both hands. "What's wrong Mom," I croaked keeping my eyes on the television. "I think I'm going to have to stop drinking that wine," she said. "Why? Is it making your stomach upset," I innocently asked. "No. It just makes me have strange dreams lately. God I feel woozy, help me up Tucker." I took her outstretched hand and pulled her toward me. She spun her legs off the couch seemingly unaware of how much her robe wasn't covering. When I let go of her hand it fell onto my thigh with her fingertips resting against my exposed dick. She didn't seem to notice this either; at least not at first. The feel of her fingers grazing my rod resulted with the inevitable; I began to swell. She glanced down but didn't freak out. Instead she freaked me out by wrapping her hand around my shaft and giving it a squeeze. With eyes as big as saucers I watched her drop my tool, stand up and look down at me. "Goodnight son," she smiled and was gone. When I woke up the next morning I was lying in a sticky wet mess of my own spunk. All night long the same dream had played out over and over. I was sitting on a chair, my hands and feet strapped down, while Mom's pussy was spread open and staring me in the face. I was helpless. Desperately I tried to tip the chair forward so my face would fall onto her fur covered slit but couldn't. My cock was so hard it was actually painful. I thought I would go insane from desire before I woke up. I shivered from the memory as I changed the spunk stained sheets. I wondered if I was losing my mind. Could lust make you go insane? I showered, check for new clips and found none, then lingered in my room instead of going downstairs. I was scared that Mom might know that I'd fingered her last night and wasn't sure what to say if she asked me about it. There was definitely something different in her eyes when I finally went down. She was in the front room drinking coffee, a new batch of flowers on the coffee table when I got there. I can't describe the look in her eyes other than to say I'd never seen it before. She was fully dressed in her work clothes and I asked her what was going on. "I have my monthly staff meeting today," she told me without really looking at me. "I guess we won't be tanning today then," I asked. "I'm afraid not honey. This meeting won't be over until at least five," she answered finally gazing up at me. "Bummer," I uttered under my breath. "But listen. If it's alright with you, I thought I'd pick up some pizza, rent a couple of movies and we could make an early night of it. You know, just hang around in our comfy clothes and enjoy the peace and quiet." "Sounds good to me," I said with an over abundance of enthusiasm. "Great. See you this evening sweetie." She stood, gave me a peck on the cheek and left. Johnny called around two wanting to know when I was going to return his stuff. I made him use his Mom's car and come and get it, something he didn't mind doing. He wasn't too happy though when he learned that Julie was out of town. We hung out for a spell before he said he had to go. I had burned copies of my clips and deleted them from his computer before he came over, so I spent a few minutes installing them to mine after he left. I spent some more time rewatching them all. The rest of the day was spent in idle boredom. Mom didn't get home until almost seven o'clock and I could smell alcohol on her breath when she kissed me on the cheek. When I asked what took her so long, she explained that her and some co-workers had stopped for drinks after the meeting. I knew she wouldn't drink and drive if she'd had too many so I wasn't worried that she was drunk. Kicking off her shoes she told me to get the pizza and movies from the car while she took a shower. It was just starting to get dark so I had to turn on the garage light to see what I was doing. She had gotten a large pepperoni and two movies. One was a comedy and the other was a love story. Leave it to a woman to pick out movies I thought as I carried everything to the front room. Mom came out of her room with her dress still on. "Can you help me honey? My zipper is stuck." She turned her back to me. She was wearing a drab brown number with a zipper that ran clear down to her butt. I found the problem right away. The zipper had caught a stray thread and with a grunt I managed to free it. She didn't stop me when I pulled it all the way down, exposing her panty tops and the hooks holding her black bra on. Without asking I reached in and unclasped the bra for her. "Thanks baby," she said holding her hands over her chest so the dress wouldn't fall off. She turned on her way back to her room and asked if I was going to get comfy. Her eyes lingered on the sweats I was wearing. I was back from my room in a flash with just my robe on. I was making myself comfortable on the couch, munching a slice of pizza, when she came out and went straight to the kitchen. She was wearing the same burgundy silk robe she'd had on last night. There was some clinking of glasses before she came back carrying the last two bottles of wine and two glasses. Another thing she did was turn off all the lights and close all the curtains. She sat the wine and glasses on the coffee table and joined me on the couch. She noticed the odd look I was giving the glasses. "I figure since you paid for it, the least I could do was let you have some," she explained as she filled both glasses. "Thanks Mom," I said taking the one she offered. "You're welcome, now slap in a movie and let's eat." We agonized through half of the comedy before we both agreed it sucked and put in the love story. Mom slid over and snuggled against me as it started. I put an arm around her shoulders pulling her tighter into me as my motor also started. Light from the TV bathed us in a myriad of colors as we sat sipping the wine. The first bottle went fast with Mom keeping our glasses topped off often. I slowed way down on the second bottle. She got up shortly after opening the new bottle and went into her room saying she had to pee. When she returned she had a throw blanket. Instead of snuggling back up with me, she leaned against the arm of the couch with her knees up and placed the blanket over her legs. The toes of her feet slid up under my thigh as she watched the movie. I looked over at her when the pressure from her toes digging under me increased. She had scooted down enough so her head could rest against the couch arm. It was hard to see her face over her upraised knees. She took a long swallow of her wine then placed the empty glass on the floor. I kept my hands to myself. It took me a while to finish the wine in my glass but when I did I leaned forward and put the glass on the coffee table. As I was leaning back I glanced over at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. I was too scared to try and touch her though. It wasn't until her knees fell away from each other spreading apart in a wide V that I was able to get a clear look at her face. She sure looked like she was asleep. All self-control vanished. Gingerly I began pulling one side of the blanket over her knees, not stopping until she was completely uncovered. I placed the blanket over the back of the couch and gazed in wild wonder between her spread legs. No panties, just warm, soft, hair covered pussy met my gaze. The same soft pussy that had tormented me in my dreams. My hand snaked forward. Tucker's Summer: Wine And Roses Fear clutched at my racing heart as I repeated the things I'd done to her the night before. This time when she started contracting on my finger I put in another one. I used my thumb to work on her clit as my fingers became more and more wet from her juices. I went slow. I didn't want this moment to end by getting too anxious. She came; multiple times. Each time a mirror of the last. First a shudder, then the all-powerful contracting of her cunt muscles. My rod was harder than ever as I pulled it through the flaps of my robe and started stroking it. Pre-cum coated my fingers and was spreading over my shaft with each downward tug of my hand. Moans of pure pleasure echoed throughout the room. Most of them were hers, but some were mine. Something told me she was headed for the big one. Her feet slid apart and her ass began to move, forcing my fingers deeper into her hot wet slickness. There was no turning back. I went faster. In and out my fingers plunged into the caldron of heat coming from her juicy sounding pussy. My balls ached for release. Then it happened. I glanced up at her face and saw her wide-open eyes staring at me. I tried to yank my hand away from her heat but she grabbed my wrist and held it there. "Don't stop. Don't stop Tucker," she pleaded softly, humping her cunt up against my fingers with a vengeance. Her juices flowed making squashy sounds as her hips moved faster and faster on my slime coated fingers. Not missing a beat I inserted a third finger while bearing down with my thumb on her clit. She exploded. "OH FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!" she screamed holding her ass completely off the couch cushions. My balls wanted to blow. I was too stunned by the intensity of her orgasm to move. She wasn't. Like a cat she swung around on the couch with her head ending up in my lap. One of her hands batted mine off my cock and grabbed hold of my shaft. She pointed my raging meat up toward her mouth and lowered her head. I came as soon as her lips closed around the helmet of my penis. Spurt after spurt erupted from me. She managed to swallow most of it but some dribbled out the corners of her mouth. There was just too much of it. She held me in her mouth until my body uncoiled from my orgasm, and then she whispered in my ear. "You're gonna finish what you started." With that she mashed her lips to mine smothering me in a passion-fueled embrace born from pure lust. Our robes didn't even make it to her bedroom. She was like a wild animal. She threw my down on the bed and pressed my semi hard cock between her huge, soft breasts. She pinched her own nipples as she held me in her tits while sliding them up and down my shaft. Satisfied with my stiffness she released her tit hold on my cock, letting it flop down to rest on my stomach. Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she climbed up and straddled my waist, lowering herself down until my pole was trapped between the puffy outer lips of her pussy. My entire shaft was covered in her cream by the time she scooted up enough for her erect clit to scrape my glans. With her hands on her hips she began a slow, steady rocking of her pelvis, making sure her clit touched the underside of my cockhead with each pass. "You woke the beast, now you must tame it," she grunted as another orgasm swept through her. As her shudders subsided she slipped off me onto the bed. I got up into a kneeling position between her feet and pushed her legs apart. Her clit was huge and poking out of its hood in all its magnificence. The black tangle of her pubic hair was matted with her juices and I could see the opening to her love hole peeking from between her swollen lips. "Oh Mom," I whimpered, lowering my face to her sweetness. "Unnggghhh. My sweet Adonis," she cried as my lips captured her erect clit. Lovingly my tongue ran circles around her stiff bud for several minutes bringing her to the precipice twice, before I slid my mouth lower and sucked out her sweet nectar. Crawling up her body kissing every inch of her on the way, I positioned myself in a three-prong stance over her and gazed into her eyes. The tip of my cock dangled down between the outer folds of her saturated pussy. She nodded and reached down, guiding the head of my cock into the cavern of her womanhood. One inch was followed slowly by another, and then another, until I had stuffed seven inches inside my Mother's clinching cunt. "Slowly baby. Mama wants this to last," she whispered, cupping my face tenderly in her hands. "I love you Mom," I told her as I withdrew almost all of my cock then slowly pushed back in. "I love you too, Tucker," she said pushing her hips up taking more of me inside her. She put her arms around my back and pulled me down on top of her causing the rest of my cock to slip into the abyss of her heated tunnel. We meshed, her thrust as easy as mine. Sweat coated our chests as we labored to reach the crest of our passion. Her nipples hard and pointy slid around my chest as my balls gently touched the softness of her ass. I counted two orgasms before she forced me over onto my back, my dick never leaving the warmth of her cunt. Mounted on top of me she took control. Placing her hands on my chest she began to ride me faster and faster, slamming herself down on my pole and bouncing her ass off my balls. The friction from her slick creamy tunnel had me panting for release. "I think I'm gonna come." "Not yet baby. I want to come with you," she said lowering her chest to mine and letting me be the one doing the driving. I found out that if I slowed the pace, the urge to squirt eased. "Oh yes. Just like that sweetie. So good. So good," she chanted. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass. More contractions squeezed my dick when one of my fingers glided over the ring of her anus. Her breathing became rapid. Lifting my knees for leverage I increased the tempo of my thrust until I was soon hammering up into her with enough force to slap my dangling balls against her ass. "Fuck me Tucker! Fuck me hard," Mom squealed as I pounded her pussy. "OH GOD MOM! I'M CUUMMIIINNNGGGG!" I yelled as my balls emptied into her contracting cunt. "OHHHH BAAABBBBYYYY," she screamed then went limp. Torrents of sex juice dripped from her limp body as our fluids poured out of her onto my balls. We stayed in this position over ten minutes, neither of us wanting to break the cuddle of our embrace. I could feel her pussy continue to contract around my softening rod long after we had exhausted ourselves. I had finally achieved the ultimate bliss. I had made love to my Mother. Nothing would ever compare to the pleasure that she had given me. I felt totally unworthy. "Mom?" "Yes baby?" "I have a confession to make." "What sort of confession," she asked as she lay on top of me while I stroked her hair. I told her about the camera in my room and how I had watched her sneak in and masturbate while looking at me. She said she knew; she'd seen the camera on my dresser. I also told her about playing with her while we watched TV. She laughed and asked if I'd really thought she had been asleep. When I broke down and told her how I had stuck my dick in her in Julie's room, thinking she was Julie, she told me she hadn't been sure. "Did you know about Julie and me before you caught us with Maggie," I asked since she was being so forthwith. "Yes, I knew. I'm surprised the two of you didn't hear me out in the hall. Those floorboards up there make an awful squeak." Flipping her over onto her back I gently made love to her again. I didn't stop until she had peaked five more times. Later, as I listened to her soft snores I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that the days of wine and roses were almost over.