Part 01.2
As I imagined the small teat was still very firm and the nipple pebble hard. I played with her tit hold it in the palm of my hand, delicately squeezing that adorable petite part of Mom's anatomy. Her only reaction was to respond each time with louder sighs. I decide to move to a next step: I opened the front of her dress down to the waist fully exposing her chest.
After admiring it for some time I lowered my face over one breast and begun to suck the nipple. Without hurry I endlessly sucked and played with both tits; Mom's only reaction was to caress the back of my head with an open hand and sight. Then I opened the remained buttons fully exposing her body, now she was clad only in white cotton panties. At last I looked up and broke the silence between us. "You know what I want now? It's to see you fully naked, like at the beach, this afternoon."
The Time of Bliss
"Let's go inside..." She whispered. "First of all let me go to the bathroom for a moment." She said.
"No, come with me, I'm going to shut all windows." Was my answer.
"I need to pee." She whispered shyly.
"You must promise you are not running away."
Mom laughed and as if reading my thoughts added: "You don't need to be afraid, I will not change my mind." As evidence of her intentions she came close and hugging me tightly placed her open mouth over mine in a passionate French kiss. Our tongues entwined while I quickly rolled down her panties making them fall around her ankles. My hand roamed freely over her derriere squeezing the two large soft globes.
Eventually we broke and she went to the bathroom while I rushed to close all windows. I went to her room and sat in the bed hearing the sound of the shower running. It seemed to be an eternity but eventually the shower stopped; soon the bathroom door opened and Mom shown up wrapped in a towel. Like propped by a spring I stood up and removing the towel, held her naked body in my arms. Then she slipped into bed as I almost torn my shirt in the hurry to remove it, the Bermuda and jockeys followed quickly the shirt and naked I laid aside Mom.
For the first time I had the opportunity to watch Mom's naked body in its splendor at a so short distance. It was completely different from when I peeped on her from the top of the roof. At that moment I wasn't an intruder voyeuristically enjoying a forbidden pleasure. No, at that moment I was few inches away from that long sought after woman, I could feel the warmth irradiated by her body. It was hard to believe that after four years my ultimate dream was on the verge of coming true.
I moved my body the few inches that separated us and leaning over her chest, I poured my lips once more over hers. Her large mouth and semi-opened pouty lips received mine. Her orifice opened and again our tongues began thrusting in each other's mouth. I feel her hard nipples poking my chest. I remember very well thinking to myself that I didn't know if I would have another chance to enjoy my mother's body, so I decided to extend that opportunity as much as I could.
I broke our kiss and begun a visual journey over her naked body. The diminutive nipples were surrounded by light pinkish-brown aureoles crowned her tits. Going lower, my eyes reached her belly. Like the nipples the belly button was small and delicate. Her tummy was a little protruding but nothing capable of detracting the voluptuous of the whole set. As a matter of fact it added sexiness to her body, like something that was there to remember, the beholder was staring on a mature woman still in the peak of her sensuality. The lower belly was adorned with a small, carefully trimmed, triangle of light blond hair.
It was interesting that Mom having natural honey ash hair would have plain light color pubic hair. The majority of natural blondes I have met have curly and reddish pubic hair. Mom's fur was so tiny that one could see the slit and the tip of her clitoris barely hidden by the golden hair.
Maybe nowadays one would say that Mom's body is not in accordance with the present aesthetics standards but in my opinion it was beautiful. The thin waistline (I think it was called 'bee waist') widened into the generous contour of her hips and was supported by the solid, thick thighs. It was an unforgettable presented to the eyes of an eighteen years old boy.
I inserted a hand between her thighs and she, understanding my intentions, freely separated the legs. Coming closer I deeply inhaled the odor that emanated from Mom's privates. In spite of having been recently washed, her pussy already smelled again of that tender and unique scent that I learned to love with passion. Putting a hand in each side of her snatch I delicately opened the labia exposing the pink and humid flesh of its inside and making the clit pop out.
I came close and placed the tip of my tongue on the tender parts of Mom's insides. She moaned and opened the legs in a wordless invitation to eat her pussy. I pressed my face against her groin forcing the tongue in her vaginal channel. The long sessions with my neighbor in US were showing its usefulness. That young woman had been a sort of teacher in my learning the finer points of sexual activities, particularly oral sex that she especially prized. If Mom was trying to keep a cool attitude regarding the fact she was having sex with her own son at that moment she lost any remain of self-control. With the legs wide opened she was moaning noisily and swaying the hips slowly.
I tongue fucked Mom for a long time; unhurriedly I licked and sucked her pussy, paying homage to the place I came out to life eighteen years before. When eventually her body trembled in a quick succession of convulsive movements I crawled over her body; she had the eyes shut and her face was red. She was breathing heavily like she had been suffocating. That was the moment of decision and I held my penis, pointing it against my mother's pussy and with increasing pressure of my body against hers I was sliding my dick in her womb.
Eventually I felt my shaft deeply buried in my mother's body and I begun to push and pull in an increasing tempo. Mom kept the eyes shut but again she started panting and moaning in a higher and higher pitch. I hold her tightly, pistoning like a crazy in her warm vagina. I was too excited and in spite of all my control to extent our intercourse I couldn't hold out very long and my nuts expelled a strong boiling stream of semen in the deepest part of Mom's womb.
We were both fatigued; in our hurry to get in bed together we forgot to bring a fan. In spite that the temperature had dropped a little, with the windows closed it was pretty warm inside and our bodies were covered by sweat. It felt like having just dived in the ocean or as if we were coming out of a sauna, we were soaked.
As expected after satiated, with our minds cooled down, we were facing the raw fact that, as mother and son, we had committed incest (we found later that this was a mutual feeling). We remain silent for a long time each one trying to cope with what seemed to be the other's annoyance. Eventually I decided to break with the discomfort and begun to lightly peck mom's lips.
She told me later she was expecting some kind of guilty reaction in my side, the kind of: 'Oh my God! What the hell did I do?' so she felt visibly relieved seeing it was all okay with me. Her serious face was turning into a shy smile and soon we were exchanging kisses like two sweethearts that had just discovered the pleasures of playing kissy-face.
Conversely from the sex stories I have been reading I'm not that kind of over-sexed man able to ejaculate several times in a row. Even when I was eighteen I was able to masturbate three/four times a week and always took me sometime to be ready for another sex combat.
"How are you feeling?" I eventually built courage to break the silence.
"Better than I would expect. How about you?"
"I'm feeling in heavens. It's an old dream coming true."
"Really?" She asked. Without sharing, like about the photos and letters, I told her about my efforts to see her and my adventures as roof climber. Mom laughed flattered with my interest for her. "Now if you don't mind I need another shower." She said.
My first thought was to follow her and share a bath but I quickly came to conclusion that it wouldn't be appropriate at that first time. While she was bathing I looked for the fan in my room and then went myself for a shower. When I returned to her room, wrapped in a towel she was already dressed in a nightgown. I wasn't even sure that she would allow me to sleep there but I took the risk.
"Do you mind if we sleep together?" She shook with a smile illuminating her face like she had been waiting for my request. I unwrapped the towel around my waist and dove naked underneath the sheets. "Do you mind in sleeping naked?"
"No, but you must promise to be a good boy. It's time to sleep..." She said peeling off the gown. I was exhausted by the happenings of the last hours. I hugged Mom's warm naked body against mine and almost immediately I fell sound asleep.
I woke up with the first lights of the dawn coming through the slats of the Venetian shutters. Slowly I was recapping why I was there sleeping naked in my mother's bed and I was struck by a strange feeling. May be it was when I became fully aware of what we have done few hours before. All of a sudden I found out that, among millions of young boys sexually attracted by their mothers I was one of the few that had been able to transgress the gates of the sexuality's last taboo.
And I wasn't feeling guilty or discomforted one whit what I (better saying we) had done. It was a wonderful experience, by far
better than my two previous experiences with other women. Even today, almost thirty years after it happened, it still hard to define what I was then feeling. If to most people incest would carry all the charge of sin, rather than a disgusting act to me, at that moment I felt a person that have received an unique privilege.
Just then, I was struck by a flash of uncertainty: and how about Mom? How would she react after her lust was satiated? What would she think realizing that she had her pussy eaten and her body penetrated by her son? How would she manage the future of our relationship? I just had certainty about one thing: from that moment on our relationship, for good or bad, never would be the same. Even being confident about my feelings on what Mom and I have done, I must admit that I felt some discomfort imagining how it would be to look Mom in the eyes during the breakfast.
Several times I was tempted to touch mom's body; wake up her and see what would happen. However, thinking twice I decided that it would be the worst option: she could wake up in a different mood than a woman that open her eyes to find her body been fondled by her husband or lover. Anyway it took me a long time to fell asleep again.
I slept heavily for a long time and woke up with the sounds of the breakfast been fixed. I rushed to the bathroom and under the shower I prepared myself to the most feared moment: look Mom in the eyes and have the conversation I knew wouldn't be easy. Dressed in swimming trunks and a tee shirt I stepped at the kitchen. Mom was preparing French toast and the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee was spread in the whole kitchen. Same as me she was already wearing her bath suit and a pareo type skirt wrapped around the waist fully exposing the area between the bikini bra and the waistline.
"Hi." It was all I could say. Mom turned her head and smiled. Thank God! At least she wasn't showing a somber face. I helped her in setting the table and we start eating in silence. Eventually we exchanged a few words about the weather: the sun was shining, the breeze blowing, all indicating that we would have back the pleasant weather as we had in the first days at the peninsula.
Mom's behavior was enthralling me. She was talking and acting like nothing had ever happened between us; as if the episode of the last night had been erased from her mind and our lives. I knew Mom very well; she wasn't the kind of personality that tends to clear up problems simply by ignoring them. And the answer to my anguish came in the moment we were preparing the stuffs we used to take to the beach: a thermos of iced tea, some fruits and snacks.
"Allan, I believe we need to talk about yesterday!" She said in her resolute timbre. My heart skipped a beat or may be several beats but for good or bad that was a conversation we need to have soon or later and the sooner the better.
I walked to the living room followed by Mom. I set in the couch and she stood stand, the body leaning against the wall, the arms crossed over the breasts. That wasn't a good indication. I remembered that when I was young that was the posture adopted by my mother when we had something serious to talk about.
"I don't know your feelings about what happened last night..." In the beginning she was a little hesitant but soon she was again the resolute woman I knew. "But be sure there's nothing to curse or feel bad about. Let's say that several elements were put together driving us to do something that usually a mother and her son don't even consider normally. As you said we are both adults and must take responsibility for our acts."
"Even so," she continued, "I believe that if we disregard all those old rules and religious beliefs on this kind of relationship there is not too much to be reproached. Furthermore we weren't the first and certainly will be not the last ones to do it... Anyway if someone
must be blamed for everything it's me. As your mother, older and a more experienced person than you, I must have put an end when the things start getting out of control."
Definitively the unfolding of our discussion was taking a direction I didn't like. Mom's message clearly was: its okay, it happened, but from now on forget about it. Let's go back to traditional mother son relationship. And I decided to do my best to avoid such course.
"You don't need to take any responsibility. If something must be blamed on you is the fact you are a very attractive woman. If you were fat and ugly, Mom it never would have happened!" Mom's answer to my compliment was a shy smile but there was an unmistakable spark of joy in her eyes.
"Well let us then blame on the moment. Otherwise you never would have paid attention on my account." I found out we were walking in circles and if I really want to move forward I must take the initiative.
"No, you are wrong, this is not new. It started years ago."
What? Do you mean...? You...?"
I nodded and said: 'Are you interested in knowing the whole story?" Mom had her mouth open it, seemed her chin would reach the floor in a moment. "Sit down here." And I padded the couch by me. "It's a long story." In a typical woman's stance she sat with a leg tucked under her, one arm over the backrest looking at me. In the position the pareo opened revealing a substantial piece of her thigh. I told her the whole story, starting with the day we were selecting furniture and family mementos at my granddad's house, the discovery of the pack of photos and letters, the climbing excursions on the elevator's roof. Mom listened to me without blinking and in absolute silence.
"Well, that is it. Now you know everything. As you can see I had been hoping for this for a long time." A long and heavy silence fell over us. It was clear that my mother was trying to process all information she just had received and I patiently wait for her to say something.
"My God, I hardly can believe in what you have told!" She whispered.
"Do you never perceived a somewhat odd in relation to you?"
"Of course when you were around fourteen, exactly when you said you became sexually interested in me, I perceived some changes in your attitudes. Sons at the age of ten tend to become ashamed of their mothers and avoid any physical contact. It seems they are trying to look adults and believe that mother's cheerfulness and affection is more appropriate for young kids. After that period some of you develop a 'special interest' in their moms."
"For instance I had read an interesting article in one of those woman's magazines. The matter dealt with the mother/son subject and the author had interviewed several mothers. Almost simultaneously Laura was facing problems of this nature with her son and we exchanged some ideas on how to address the question. (Laura was one of the two Mom's best friends. The three of them were very 'sexually active'. Conversely from Mom and their third friend Laura was divorced).
We were silent again looking into each other face. After telling my story and having heard her comments my excitement was high again. Besides Mom sating with the pareo opened, exposing her leg was an unbearable temptation. Once again I decided to take the initiative and approaching her I placed my lips over her in a light peck.
"Allan, no..." She whispered with her lips still rubbing mine.
"Why, you didn't like it?"
"You know... we can't... it's wrong..." I barely could hear her words. It was clear that she wouldn't do anything to stop me; her objection was merely vocal and even so feeble that I decided to move ahead. I hold the back of her head with one hand and place the other over her thigh.
"Please Allan, stop!" She moaned again. I moved the hand over her thigh upwards and undid the knot of the pareo at her waist. I move the hand over the waistline and quickly slithered it under the bikini touching her pussy. She had quit protesting so I insert a finger in her vagina. It was like digging it in a pot of warm honey! Mom's pussy was drenched by her body juices in a clear demonstration of her high level of excitement.
"If you want me to stop why you are drenched here?" Her answer was to open the mouth and give me a passionate kiss. All her resistance had ended and while we kissed I manage to release her bikini bra. When I removed the hand from her pussy and begun to pull the panties down she raised the butt from the couch to help me. At that moment Mom was completely dominated by the lust and was French kissing me with passion. My prick was rock hard and aching under the confinement of my trunks. I grabbed one of her hand and pulled over my groin; Mom immediately begun to caress my tool squeezing it.
"Better if we go to my bed..." She proposed. I quickly locked the kitchen door and rushed to her room. She was waiting for me stark naked lying in the bed.
At that occasion there was no preliminaries; we were both over excited. She eased my way by opening the thighs so my tool dove all the way in her dripping vagina in a single stroke. She moaned and swayed the hips while I pounded furiously shoving my dick in her womb. I fucked Mom with a mix of lust and despair. It was the same thought I had during our first intercourse: the feeling that would be the last time Mom would give me access to her body
Mom is a very vocal person and during the whole intercourse she cried and moaned loudly like she had been chastised. In spite of all my training and my willingness to prolong that moments I soon felt the urge of unload my cum in mother's womb. Once again her body was shaken by a succession of shivers denoting she was climaxing. I hold her thighs against me and let a flow of warm sperm fill her body. I follow kissing her lightly on the lips and studying her reactions. The bliss emanating from her face put me at ease. It seemed she was beginning to accept our relationship.
"A penny for your thoughts." I said in an attempt to break the silence.
"I was thinking I'm an old perverted woman. With so many men in this world I picked my own son to be my lover." She answered. By her smiling face it was clear that she wasn't complaining or feeling guilty.
"You are not old or perverted. Please don't say it again. If there's any perv here it's me; the truth of matter is I started everything." We still remained in the bed exchanging caresses for some time and after a quick shower we headed to the beach.
The path to the ocean started few yards from our house and headed to the east extremity of the beach. The beach was separated from the development by a sequence of low dunes ending at the west side were there was a rock cliff separating the sea shore from the small cove were I saw Mom naked the day before. At that time, in an almost abandoned development with few housed built there was just few persons scattered on the mile-long beach. Most of
the people, including the locals, preferred the large beach in the south part of the peninsula where the ocean wasn't so strong and the waves milder.
Besides 'our beach' had strong streams that could be dangerous. So, to our satisfaction we also had that huge extension of gold sand just for us. As usual we walked some hundred yards away off the path to settle at a place with relative privacy. I opened the umbrella while Mom stretched the beach towels. She covered her light skin with suntan oil, lying down on her stomach and asked to spread the oil on her back.
"Why don't you remove the bra? It will avoid these suntan marks."
"Good idea." She said while I unclasped the bra.
"Well, I hope daddy won't start raising question about..."
"I'm sure he will never notice it. Anyway I can say I did it in my room."
"Okay, let me do another thing..." Mom worn a medium size bikini, those some inches high in the side and I rolled it down till one inch of her butt crack was exposed. "Mom, do you mind if I ask a sensitive question?"
"No, go ahead."
"It seems the relationship between you and daddy is somewhat... somewhat unusual."
"Yes, you are right. Let's say we have a marriage of convenience. I know it may sound hypocritical, but it's in the interests of both of us to show a public face and have separate private lives, but that the way it had been for many years."
"And why is that? How do you come to such agreement?"
"I'm not trying to blame on your father but he was the one who started it. I believe that the reason is that he's from a poor family and always worked hard to graduate in medicine. Indeed he is a talent in his specialization and at a certain moment, and it happened after you were born, he became dazzled with his success and with the fact he was making a lot of money. All of a sudden the young boy that who had a difficult life was faced with the allure of his professional success."
"When he was invited to teach at the School of Medicine and begun to spent the Friday and part of the Saturdays away from home the young and charming professor decided to take to bed not only the young students but some respectable middle-aged woman too. When you were around three years of age every Friday I start receiving anonymous phone calls telling about his amorous adventures. In the beginning it sounded like the kind of foolishness of a young student that fell in love for her teacher. This is not uncommon, it happened even to me."
"I was getting angered by the calls and once I told to the female voice that I was tired of her stupidity and I didn't believe any what she was saying. She then said she would send ultimate evidence. Some days after the call I received a letter with a photo of your father in a restaurant surrounded by young people, most certainly students. The 'ultimate evidence' was a beautiful long-haired blond with the head amorously leaned over his shoulder."
"It's easy to understand I pissed I was and Saturday afternoon upon his arrival I asked him for a serious conversation. In the beginning he denied everything but when I pulled out the photo from my pocked and virtually rubbed it on his nose he was forced to admit the story."
"I said I would apply for divorce and he came up with a proposition: the separation would be bad for both you and your sister and even to me. Why we don't try to have separate private lives and keep the façade for outside usage? For him was important to present a respectable family face in the medical and academic community (at the time he was applying to the College of Surgeons) and all this stuff would be bad for his career as well. He said I could have a private life, the social position we enjoyed and do whatever I wanted providing it would be done cautiously. I said that I wasn't expecting such proposition and I need some days to think about."
"I decided to face the situation cold-mindedly: At the time I was turning thirty years of age and I had quit Law School long ago. By then was too late to go back to school and start a career. Besides I had two small kids to rise. Of course I could get married again but wouldn't be easy to find a man willing to accept two young kids from another man. Furthermore, I wasn't, at least at that moment, planning to get married again. I was quite sure that another man most probably would mean the same problem!"
"Some days later I came with an answer: I would try to put in place his proposal for a certain period of time. If I weren't satisfied we would apply for divorce. He was relieved with my answer and a new chapter of our life started. I never had been a conservative person, it's the opposite, but at that moment I really didn't know what to do and my life follow being the same for some time."
"Once after I had played tennis at the club with a friend (the other of the two close friends of Mom, besides Laura) and sat down to rest and sip a soda. This friend had confided about her private life and her sexual adventures outside marriage. At a certain moment she mentioned that a man, her friend, was vividly interested in me and had insisted with her to set up a meeting between the three of us for a conversation. When she mentioned who he was I was taken aback: he was a very nice looking bachelor that used to play tennis at the same club."
"When I was arriving in the morning after taken you and your sister to kindergarten he was leaving. A couple of times I notice that he postpone his departure, watching us play from the veranda. To me was hard to believe that a cute man in his late thirties, single, would be interested in a slightly plump housewife when there were so many nice single girls around. My friend followed insisting for some days and eventually I accepted to be introduced to him. I talked for some minutes at the veranda and he proposed we should play a game of tennis. I explained my problem in being there earlier and he said that there was no problem: he would be there at the time better suits my schedule."
"To make a long story short we played several games and he invited me for lunch. Few days later we were in the bed together! And you know, once you start..."
After admiring it for some time I lowered my face over one breast and begun to suck the nipple. Without hurry I endlessly sucked and played with both tits; Mom's only reaction was to caress the back of my head with an open hand and sight. Then I opened the remained buttons fully exposing her body, now she was clad only in white cotton panties. At last I looked up and broke the silence between us. "You know what I want now? It's to see you fully naked, like at the beach, this afternoon."
The Time of Bliss
"Let's go inside..." She whispered. "First of all let me go to the bathroom for a moment." She said.
"No, come with me, I'm going to shut all windows." Was my answer.
"I need to pee." She whispered shyly.
"You must promise you are not running away."
Mom laughed and as if reading my thoughts added: "You don't need to be afraid, I will not change my mind." As evidence of her intentions she came close and hugging me tightly placed her open mouth over mine in a passionate French kiss. Our tongues entwined while I quickly rolled down her panties making them fall around her ankles. My hand roamed freely over her derriere squeezing the two large soft globes.
Eventually we broke and she went to the bathroom while I rushed to close all windows. I went to her room and sat in the bed hearing the sound of the shower running. It seemed to be an eternity but eventually the shower stopped; soon the bathroom door opened and Mom shown up wrapped in a towel. Like propped by a spring I stood up and removing the towel, held her naked body in my arms. Then she slipped into bed as I almost torn my shirt in the hurry to remove it, the Bermuda and jockeys followed quickly the shirt and naked I laid aside Mom.
For the first time I had the opportunity to watch Mom's naked body in its splendor at a so short distance. It was completely different from when I peeped on her from the top of the roof. At that moment I wasn't an intruder voyeuristically enjoying a forbidden pleasure. No, at that moment I was few inches away from that long sought after woman, I could feel the warmth irradiated by her body. It was hard to believe that after four years my ultimate dream was on the verge of coming true.
I moved my body the few inches that separated us and leaning over her chest, I poured my lips once more over hers. Her large mouth and semi-opened pouty lips received mine. Her orifice opened and again our tongues began thrusting in each other's mouth. I feel her hard nipples poking my chest. I remember very well thinking to myself that I didn't know if I would have another chance to enjoy my mother's body, so I decided to extend that opportunity as much as I could.
I broke our kiss and begun a visual journey over her naked body. The diminutive nipples were surrounded by light pinkish-brown aureoles crowned her tits. Going lower, my eyes reached her belly. Like the nipples the belly button was small and delicate. Her tummy was a little protruding but nothing capable of detracting the voluptuous of the whole set. As a matter of fact it added sexiness to her body, like something that was there to remember, the beholder was staring on a mature woman still in the peak of her sensuality. The lower belly was adorned with a small, carefully trimmed, triangle of light blond hair.
It was interesting that Mom having natural honey ash hair would have plain light color pubic hair. The majority of natural blondes I have met have curly and reddish pubic hair. Mom's fur was so tiny that one could see the slit and the tip of her clitoris barely hidden by the golden hair.
Maybe nowadays one would say that Mom's body is not in accordance with the present aesthetics standards but in my opinion it was beautiful. The thin waistline (I think it was called 'bee waist') widened into the generous contour of her hips and was supported by the solid, thick thighs. It was an unforgettable presented to the eyes of an eighteen years old boy.
I inserted a hand between her thighs and she, understanding my intentions, freely separated the legs. Coming closer I deeply inhaled the odor that emanated from Mom's privates. In spite of having been recently washed, her pussy already smelled again of that tender and unique scent that I learned to love with passion. Putting a hand in each side of her snatch I delicately opened the labia exposing the pink and humid flesh of its inside and making the clit pop out.
I came close and placed the tip of my tongue on the tender parts of Mom's insides. She moaned and opened the legs in a wordless invitation to eat her pussy. I pressed my face against her groin forcing the tongue in her vaginal channel. The long sessions with my neighbor in US were showing its usefulness. That young woman had been a sort of teacher in my learning the finer points of sexual activities, particularly oral sex that she especially prized. If Mom was trying to keep a cool attitude regarding the fact she was having sex with her own son at that moment she lost any remain of self-control. With the legs wide opened she was moaning noisily and swaying the hips slowly.
I tongue fucked Mom for a long time; unhurriedly I licked and sucked her pussy, paying homage to the place I came out to life eighteen years before. When eventually her body trembled in a quick succession of convulsive movements I crawled over her body; she had the eyes shut and her face was red. She was breathing heavily like she had been suffocating. That was the moment of decision and I held my penis, pointing it against my mother's pussy and with increasing pressure of my body against hers I was sliding my dick in her womb.
Eventually I felt my shaft deeply buried in my mother's body and I begun to push and pull in an increasing tempo. Mom kept the eyes shut but again she started panting and moaning in a higher and higher pitch. I hold her tightly, pistoning like a crazy in her warm vagina. I was too excited and in spite of all my control to extent our intercourse I couldn't hold out very long and my nuts expelled a strong boiling stream of semen in the deepest part of Mom's womb.
We were both fatigued; in our hurry to get in bed together we forgot to bring a fan. In spite that the temperature had dropped a little, with the windows closed it was pretty warm inside and our bodies were covered by sweat. It felt like having just dived in the ocean or as if we were coming out of a sauna, we were soaked.
As expected after satiated, with our minds cooled down, we were facing the raw fact that, as mother and son, we had committed incest (we found later that this was a mutual feeling). We remain silent for a long time each one trying to cope with what seemed to be the other's annoyance. Eventually I decided to break with the discomfort and begun to lightly peck mom's lips.
She told me later she was expecting some kind of guilty reaction in my side, the kind of: 'Oh my God! What the hell did I do?' so she felt visibly relieved seeing it was all okay with me. Her serious face was turning into a shy smile and soon we were exchanging kisses like two sweethearts that had just discovered the pleasures of playing kissy-face.
Conversely from the sex stories I have been reading I'm not that kind of over-sexed man able to ejaculate several times in a row. Even when I was eighteen I was able to masturbate three/four times a week and always took me sometime to be ready for another sex combat.
"How are you feeling?" I eventually built courage to break the silence.
"Better than I would expect. How about you?"
"I'm feeling in heavens. It's an old dream coming true."
"Really?" She asked. Without sharing, like about the photos and letters, I told her about my efforts to see her and my adventures as roof climber. Mom laughed flattered with my interest for her. "Now if you don't mind I need another shower." She said.
My first thought was to follow her and share a bath but I quickly came to conclusion that it wouldn't be appropriate at that first time. While she was bathing I looked for the fan in my room and then went myself for a shower. When I returned to her room, wrapped in a towel she was already dressed in a nightgown. I wasn't even sure that she would allow me to sleep there but I took the risk.
"Do you mind if we sleep together?" She shook with a smile illuminating her face like she had been waiting for my request. I unwrapped the towel around my waist and dove naked underneath the sheets. "Do you mind in sleeping naked?"
"No, but you must promise to be a good boy. It's time to sleep..." She said peeling off the gown. I was exhausted by the happenings of the last hours. I hugged Mom's warm naked body against mine and almost immediately I fell sound asleep.
I woke up with the first lights of the dawn coming through the slats of the Venetian shutters. Slowly I was recapping why I was there sleeping naked in my mother's bed and I was struck by a strange feeling. May be it was when I became fully aware of what we have done few hours before. All of a sudden I found out that, among millions of young boys sexually attracted by their mothers I was one of the few that had been able to transgress the gates of the sexuality's last taboo.
And I wasn't feeling guilty or discomforted one whit what I (better saying we) had done. It was a wonderful experience, by far
better than my two previous experiences with other women. Even today, almost thirty years after it happened, it still hard to define what I was then feeling. If to most people incest would carry all the charge of sin, rather than a disgusting act to me, at that moment I felt a person that have received an unique privilege.
Just then, I was struck by a flash of uncertainty: and how about Mom? How would she react after her lust was satiated? What would she think realizing that she had her pussy eaten and her body penetrated by her son? How would she manage the future of our relationship? I just had certainty about one thing: from that moment on our relationship, for good or bad, never would be the same. Even being confident about my feelings on what Mom and I have done, I must admit that I felt some discomfort imagining how it would be to look Mom in the eyes during the breakfast.
Several times I was tempted to touch mom's body; wake up her and see what would happen. However, thinking twice I decided that it would be the worst option: she could wake up in a different mood than a woman that open her eyes to find her body been fondled by her husband or lover. Anyway it took me a long time to fell asleep again.
I slept heavily for a long time and woke up with the sounds of the breakfast been fixed. I rushed to the bathroom and under the shower I prepared myself to the most feared moment: look Mom in the eyes and have the conversation I knew wouldn't be easy. Dressed in swimming trunks and a tee shirt I stepped at the kitchen. Mom was preparing French toast and the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee was spread in the whole kitchen. Same as me she was already wearing her bath suit and a pareo type skirt wrapped around the waist fully exposing the area between the bikini bra and the waistline.
"Hi." It was all I could say. Mom turned her head and smiled. Thank God! At least she wasn't showing a somber face. I helped her in setting the table and we start eating in silence. Eventually we exchanged a few words about the weather: the sun was shining, the breeze blowing, all indicating that we would have back the pleasant weather as we had in the first days at the peninsula.
Mom's behavior was enthralling me. She was talking and acting like nothing had ever happened between us; as if the episode of the last night had been erased from her mind and our lives. I knew Mom very well; she wasn't the kind of personality that tends to clear up problems simply by ignoring them. And the answer to my anguish came in the moment we were preparing the stuffs we used to take to the beach: a thermos of iced tea, some fruits and snacks.
"Allan, I believe we need to talk about yesterday!" She said in her resolute timbre. My heart skipped a beat or may be several beats but for good or bad that was a conversation we need to have soon or later and the sooner the better.
I walked to the living room followed by Mom. I set in the couch and she stood stand, the body leaning against the wall, the arms crossed over the breasts. That wasn't a good indication. I remembered that when I was young that was the posture adopted by my mother when we had something serious to talk about.
"I don't know your feelings about what happened last night..." In the beginning she was a little hesitant but soon she was again the resolute woman I knew. "But be sure there's nothing to curse or feel bad about. Let's say that several elements were put together driving us to do something that usually a mother and her son don't even consider normally. As you said we are both adults and must take responsibility for our acts."
"Even so," she continued, "I believe that if we disregard all those old rules and religious beliefs on this kind of relationship there is not too much to be reproached. Furthermore we weren't the first and certainly will be not the last ones to do it... Anyway if someone
must be blamed for everything it's me. As your mother, older and a more experienced person than you, I must have put an end when the things start getting out of control."
Definitively the unfolding of our discussion was taking a direction I didn't like. Mom's message clearly was: its okay, it happened, but from now on forget about it. Let's go back to traditional mother son relationship. And I decided to do my best to avoid such course.
"You don't need to take any responsibility. If something must be blamed on you is the fact you are a very attractive woman. If you were fat and ugly, Mom it never would have happened!" Mom's answer to my compliment was a shy smile but there was an unmistakable spark of joy in her eyes.
"Well let us then blame on the moment. Otherwise you never would have paid attention on my account." I found out we were walking in circles and if I really want to move forward I must take the initiative.
"No, you are wrong, this is not new. It started years ago."
What? Do you mean...? You...?"
I nodded and said: 'Are you interested in knowing the whole story?" Mom had her mouth open it, seemed her chin would reach the floor in a moment. "Sit down here." And I padded the couch by me. "It's a long story." In a typical woman's stance she sat with a leg tucked under her, one arm over the backrest looking at me. In the position the pareo opened revealing a substantial piece of her thigh. I told her the whole story, starting with the day we were selecting furniture and family mementos at my granddad's house, the discovery of the pack of photos and letters, the climbing excursions on the elevator's roof. Mom listened to me without blinking and in absolute silence.
"Well, that is it. Now you know everything. As you can see I had been hoping for this for a long time." A long and heavy silence fell over us. It was clear that my mother was trying to process all information she just had received and I patiently wait for her to say something.
"My God, I hardly can believe in what you have told!" She whispered.
"Do you never perceived a somewhat odd in relation to you?"
"Of course when you were around fourteen, exactly when you said you became sexually interested in me, I perceived some changes in your attitudes. Sons at the age of ten tend to become ashamed of their mothers and avoid any physical contact. It seems they are trying to look adults and believe that mother's cheerfulness and affection is more appropriate for young kids. After that period some of you develop a 'special interest' in their moms."
"For instance I had read an interesting article in one of those woman's magazines. The matter dealt with the mother/son subject and the author had interviewed several mothers. Almost simultaneously Laura was facing problems of this nature with her son and we exchanged some ideas on how to address the question. (Laura was one of the two Mom's best friends. The three of them were very 'sexually active'. Conversely from Mom and their third friend Laura was divorced).
We were silent again looking into each other face. After telling my story and having heard her comments my excitement was high again. Besides Mom sating with the pareo opened, exposing her leg was an unbearable temptation. Once again I decided to take the initiative and approaching her I placed my lips over her in a light peck.
"Allan, no..." She whispered with her lips still rubbing mine.
"Why, you didn't like it?"
"You know... we can't... it's wrong..." I barely could hear her words. It was clear that she wouldn't do anything to stop me; her objection was merely vocal and even so feeble that I decided to move ahead. I hold the back of her head with one hand and place the other over her thigh.
"Please Allan, stop!" She moaned again. I moved the hand over her thigh upwards and undid the knot of the pareo at her waist. I move the hand over the waistline and quickly slithered it under the bikini touching her pussy. She had quit protesting so I insert a finger in her vagina. It was like digging it in a pot of warm honey! Mom's pussy was drenched by her body juices in a clear demonstration of her high level of excitement.
"If you want me to stop why you are drenched here?" Her answer was to open the mouth and give me a passionate kiss. All her resistance had ended and while we kissed I manage to release her bikini bra. When I removed the hand from her pussy and begun to pull the panties down she raised the butt from the couch to help me. At that moment Mom was completely dominated by the lust and was French kissing me with passion. My prick was rock hard and aching under the confinement of my trunks. I grabbed one of her hand and pulled over my groin; Mom immediately begun to caress my tool squeezing it.
"Better if we go to my bed..." She proposed. I quickly locked the kitchen door and rushed to her room. She was waiting for me stark naked lying in the bed.
At that occasion there was no preliminaries; we were both over excited. She eased my way by opening the thighs so my tool dove all the way in her dripping vagina in a single stroke. She moaned and swayed the hips while I pounded furiously shoving my dick in her womb. I fucked Mom with a mix of lust and despair. It was the same thought I had during our first intercourse: the feeling that would be the last time Mom would give me access to her body
Mom is a very vocal person and during the whole intercourse she cried and moaned loudly like she had been chastised. In spite of all my training and my willingness to prolong that moments I soon felt the urge of unload my cum in mother's womb. Once again her body was shaken by a succession of shivers denoting she was climaxing. I hold her thighs against me and let a flow of warm sperm fill her body. I follow kissing her lightly on the lips and studying her reactions. The bliss emanating from her face put me at ease. It seemed she was beginning to accept our relationship.
"A penny for your thoughts." I said in an attempt to break the silence.
"I was thinking I'm an old perverted woman. With so many men in this world I picked my own son to be my lover." She answered. By her smiling face it was clear that she wasn't complaining or feeling guilty.
"You are not old or perverted. Please don't say it again. If there's any perv here it's me; the truth of matter is I started everything." We still remained in the bed exchanging caresses for some time and after a quick shower we headed to the beach.
The path to the ocean started few yards from our house and headed to the east extremity of the beach. The beach was separated from the development by a sequence of low dunes ending at the west side were there was a rock cliff separating the sea shore from the small cove were I saw Mom naked the day before. At that time, in an almost abandoned development with few housed built there was just few persons scattered on the mile-long beach. Most of
the people, including the locals, preferred the large beach in the south part of the peninsula where the ocean wasn't so strong and the waves milder.
Besides 'our beach' had strong streams that could be dangerous. So, to our satisfaction we also had that huge extension of gold sand just for us. As usual we walked some hundred yards away off the path to settle at a place with relative privacy. I opened the umbrella while Mom stretched the beach towels. She covered her light skin with suntan oil, lying down on her stomach and asked to spread the oil on her back.
"Why don't you remove the bra? It will avoid these suntan marks."
"Good idea." She said while I unclasped the bra.
"Well, I hope daddy won't start raising question about..."
"I'm sure he will never notice it. Anyway I can say I did it in my room."
"Okay, let me do another thing..." Mom worn a medium size bikini, those some inches high in the side and I rolled it down till one inch of her butt crack was exposed. "Mom, do you mind if I ask a sensitive question?"
"No, go ahead."
"It seems the relationship between you and daddy is somewhat... somewhat unusual."
"Yes, you are right. Let's say we have a marriage of convenience. I know it may sound hypocritical, but it's in the interests of both of us to show a public face and have separate private lives, but that the way it had been for many years."
"And why is that? How do you come to such agreement?"
"I'm not trying to blame on your father but he was the one who started it. I believe that the reason is that he's from a poor family and always worked hard to graduate in medicine. Indeed he is a talent in his specialization and at a certain moment, and it happened after you were born, he became dazzled with his success and with the fact he was making a lot of money. All of a sudden the young boy that who had a difficult life was faced with the allure of his professional success."
"When he was invited to teach at the School of Medicine and begun to spent the Friday and part of the Saturdays away from home the young and charming professor decided to take to bed not only the young students but some respectable middle-aged woman too. When you were around three years of age every Friday I start receiving anonymous phone calls telling about his amorous adventures. In the beginning it sounded like the kind of foolishness of a young student that fell in love for her teacher. This is not uncommon, it happened even to me."
"I was getting angered by the calls and once I told to the female voice that I was tired of her stupidity and I didn't believe any what she was saying. She then said she would send ultimate evidence. Some days after the call I received a letter with a photo of your father in a restaurant surrounded by young people, most certainly students. The 'ultimate evidence' was a beautiful long-haired blond with the head amorously leaned over his shoulder."
"It's easy to understand I pissed I was and Saturday afternoon upon his arrival I asked him for a serious conversation. In the beginning he denied everything but when I pulled out the photo from my pocked and virtually rubbed it on his nose he was forced to admit the story."
"I said I would apply for divorce and he came up with a proposition: the separation would be bad for both you and your sister and even to me. Why we don't try to have separate private lives and keep the façade for outside usage? For him was important to present a respectable family face in the medical and academic community (at the time he was applying to the College of Surgeons) and all this stuff would be bad for his career as well. He said I could have a private life, the social position we enjoyed and do whatever I wanted providing it would be done cautiously. I said that I wasn't expecting such proposition and I need some days to think about."
"I decided to face the situation cold-mindedly: At the time I was turning thirty years of age and I had quit Law School long ago. By then was too late to go back to school and start a career. Besides I had two small kids to rise. Of course I could get married again but wouldn't be easy to find a man willing to accept two young kids from another man. Furthermore, I wasn't, at least at that moment, planning to get married again. I was quite sure that another man most probably would mean the same problem!"
"Some days later I came with an answer: I would try to put in place his proposal for a certain period of time. If I weren't satisfied we would apply for divorce. He was relieved with my answer and a new chapter of our life started. I never had been a conservative person, it's the opposite, but at that moment I really didn't know what to do and my life follow being the same for some time."
"Once after I had played tennis at the club with a friend (the other of the two close friends of Mom, besides Laura) and sat down to rest and sip a soda. This friend had confided about her private life and her sexual adventures outside marriage. At a certain moment she mentioned that a man, her friend, was vividly interested in me and had insisted with her to set up a meeting between the three of us for a conversation. When she mentioned who he was I was taken aback: he was a very nice looking bachelor that used to play tennis at the same club."
"When I was arriving in the morning after taken you and your sister to kindergarten he was leaving. A couple of times I notice that he postpone his departure, watching us play from the veranda. To me was hard to believe that a cute man in his late thirties, single, would be interested in a slightly plump housewife when there were so many nice single girls around. My friend followed insisting for some days and eventually I accepted to be introduced to him. I talked for some minutes at the veranda and he proposed we should play a game of tennis. I explained my problem in being there earlier and he said that there was no problem: he would be there at the time better suits my schedule."
"To make a long story short we played several games and he invited me for lunch. Few days later we were in the bed together! And you know, once you start..."
