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I knew I had her then.
"Absolutely. What's the alternative? If you stay there, you know they'll get him eventually. Hell, he's already half way there. What have you got to lose? He's worth it, isn't he?"
"Yes," Susan hissed.
"You can have my mother's old room. It's huge, and Nate can use my old room."
"But where will you stay? I can't move you out of your bedroom."
"I'll stay right where I am, in my father's old room."
"Oh yes, your parents had separate rooms."
"That's right."
Susan was frowning, thinking.
"Well," I started quietly.
"Tell me another story."
She leaned forward and shifted closer to me. My hand slid way between her thighs. Later, in the middle of the story, I learned that this gorgeous, sympathetic woman had a gift for me on what she thought would be our last night together. She wasn't wearing any panties.
*****
That night I couldn't sleep and got up in the middle of the night to take a leak. It was dark in the hallway but I managed to fumble my way to the bathroom. When I finished I noticed a faint luminance emanating from Mom's room so I peeked inside her partly open door. She was sitting up in bed reading one of the incest magazines. I slipped inside the room and waited for her to notice me but after thirty seconds of being ignored I carefully closed the door and walked to her bed. I stood for a moment without acknowledgement before stretching out beside her on the bed as quietly as I could.
Mom continued reading while I thought about the escalation of our activity from accidental fondling through intentional but tentative teasing to outright sexual gratification. The latter, I concluded, had partly come about due to the proximity of my father. I had gambled that I could get away with feeling Mom up when my Dad was near because she wouldn't do anything to draw his attention but I now believed she got off on being fondled, and even fucked, right under his nose. Dad was sleeping across the hall right now. If I was right, all I had to do was wait for Mom to get horny and, judging by the nipples poking into her nightgown, it wouldn't be long.
Mom turned the page and continued to ignore me. For my part, I was content to lay still. After five minutes of doing nothing, I turned my head slightly to make it easier to look at the rise and fall of her breasts. The blankets had been turned down and Mom was covered only by a sheet which I was lying on. I let several more minutes pass before getting up and gently peeling the sheet back to join the other covers. I returned to my former position and continued observing the rise and fall of her chest.
Mom's nightgown was a long affair that covered her legs to mid-calf but the shape of her legs was accentuated rather than hidden by the clinging, silky material. The shape of her body excited me, together with the fact that I was admiring it while my father snored in the next room. My cock swelled inside my pajamas until it pushed up a pyramid tent in front. I didn't catch Mom looking but felt confident she was aware of the affect she was having on me. I wondered if she was reading about a mother exciting her son at that very moment. The thought stiffened me more and my cock suddenly popped through the opening in the front of my pajamas and I did nothing to hide it's sudden appearance.
Mom continued to read, calmly flipping pages as if nothing was amiss, and I went along, ignoring my hardon and ogling her body but not touching it. I waited. And waited. Mom read and read and my cock grew and grew. It was tingling with sensations so strong that if a mosquito had landed on the tip I would have spray painted the ceiling. Still, I refused to touch my mother.
Her eyes flicked from side to side, down the first column of text and up to the top of the next to scan back and forth again and again, until she reached the end where it read, "…to be continued."
She closed the magazine, held it on her lap for a moment, then tossed it onto the bed. Her eyes closed. I admired her flushed face, still pretty even at her age, and let my eyes wander over her breasts where the nipples were now very prominent, and down to the trembling triangle below. I knew her pussy would be warm and swollen and wondered if it tingled as intensely as my cock. If she didn't want it she would have sent me away but instead she waited. She looked so sexy I wanted to roll over and take her but I waited too. I wanted her to ask for it.
Mom's hand lifted from her tummy and flopped onto my mine. Haltingly, it slid down until her fingertips collided with my shaft about halfway up. My cock lurched and I held my breath, trying to force the urge to come to subside. Mom smiled and her fingers closed lightly around my shaft. They didn't move for a few long seconds but then slithered up to the top, squeezing just enough to pull the skin over the head, and retreated as slowly as they had risen, pulling all the way down until the edge of her hand pressed upon my groin. The next cycle was just as exquisite, fingers so feathery and light, followed by a third that was even better though it was executed with a tight fist. I groaned and Mom's smile broadened.
I didn't touch her breasts, didn't squeeze her lovely tits or pinch those perky, inviting nipples. Instead, I parted her lips with the tip of my index finger and rubbed her lips as slowly as she jacked my cock. We played like this for several minutes, in no hurry. We were enjoying ourselves.
At one point I reached down and pulled Mom's nightgown up to expose her pussy but didn't touch it. I didn't ruffle a single hair even though she parted her legs to welcome a visit. It looked so delicate it was hard to believe that it had taken my whole hand inside and had suffered the assault of my hammering cock.
I returned my fingers to Mom's lips and soon pushed two inside. Her head turned away from me, perhaps feigning disinterest, and I pulled it back to plunge my fingers slowly in and out as it they were a cock fucking her cunt. Mom's arm slipped down between her legs and the back of her hand arched so she could put her own fingers deep into her pussy. She turned her head sideways again and opened her eyes.
I fingered Mom's mouth while she fingered herself, never missing a beat jacking my cock. I watched her face carefully for signs that she was nearing an orgasm and while doing so remembered the way Grandma had lain on this same bed, looking the same way. Was Mom mimicking her mother-in-law? I had noticed before how Grandma had always faced toward her son's room, which was now mine, exactly like Mom was doing now. The thought of it turned me on.
I leaned forward and whispered, "If I could see through walls I'd watch you every night."
My words had an amazing effect. Mom immediately convulsed on her hand and began bucking her hips furiously. Whatever image my words had conjured in her mind sent her into an immediate orgasm. I waited patiently until she was finished. Her soft slid off my cock. It wasn't a lack of generosity for she knew I wanted more than her hand.
I swung up and over to straddle Mom's midsection, then shimmied up until my cock was dangling over her face. Her eyes were closed. I parted her swollen lips with my finger but didn't slide my cock in; I just wanted to see if she would submit to me if I did. I lowered my hips until my cock scraped off her nose and onto one cheek. I rubbed it back up and tapped her forehead, then scraped down the other cheek. Mom turned her head sideways, toward my room, and opened her eyes. When I twisted it back, her eyes closed. I depressed her lower lip and fed my cock into her mouth.
Oh, fucking sweet heaven! I took my time, shoving my cock in and out, wiping it, slick with Mom's saliva, over her chin before pushing it back in. I played for a long time, sometimes lifting Mom's head from the pillow to get a better angle for pushing in deep. I did that more frequently as time went on and finally positioned myself higher so I could constantly shove my cock in deep, holding it for a second or two before pulling back.
Mom took it all like a champ. She didn't even put her hands on my arms to urge me back. She just took it. It wasn't until I was getting carried away that her hands reached around my thighs and tickled my balls from behind. I lost it then, spewing down her throat and, by accident, getting some on her face. It was impossible to avoid that even though she was swallowing. I had built up too much sperm to be funneled in without spillage. As soon as I pulled out, Mom turned her head sideways and opened her eyes, staring with a sultry gaze into the closet separating our two rooms. I apologized for the spillage.
"It's alright," she said. "Just get me a warm facecloth."
I ran water over a white facecloth until it was warm, wrung out most of the water, and returned to clean Mom's face. She was still gazing into the closet and didn't look away while I dabbed at her cheeks and lips. When I started to leave, she called me back.
"Wait," she cried.
When I turned around, she said, "Where's my kiss goodnight?"
This was so out of character for Mom it took me by surprise. I went back, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the lips but she grabbed me and held me for a longer one and then another before letting me go.
*****
Three nights later I was back in Mom's room. We went through the same routine with her reading and ignoring me while I ogled her body and let my erection grow until it popped through my pajamas. This time, however, Mom touched it earlier than before, but lighter, just enough to tease.
I expected her to start jacking it off but she didn't, she kept reading while drumming her fingers on the underside of my shaft and occasonally stretching her finger up to caress the tip while sliding the pad of her thumb around the rim of the helmet. She didn't even jack me off after finishing the last page. My cock was lurching in her hand, fully expecting her hand to become more purposeful, but she just tossed the magazine on the bed and looked at the closet.
I had long since pulled her nightgown up to look at her bare pussy but hadn't touched it despite how enticing it looked with it's newly neatly trimmed presentation. I wanted for her to 'ask' but I refused to do the same, either for a stronger grip or her mouth, though I craved it badly.
I was about to cave when Mom suddenly twisted around and straddled me, hovering her delicate treasure above my cock, then leaned forward to press it toward my belly. Her slick slit rubbed along the underside of my cock and her breasts swayed over my face, barely contained by the low-cut nightdress.
"Do you want to kiss them?" she cooed.
I shook my head and turned my face away. She pulled it back and rubbed her tits across my nose.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.
"It was very naughty the way you looked at me today. Your father's not the sharpest tool in the shed but he's not blind."
She laughed and looked at the closet.
"He's across the hall now right now," I said, lifting my hips to rub my cock along her slit. "Bad Mommy," I added for effect, having seen that line in one of the stories.
Mom's laugh was low and guttural. She pushed down, increasing the pressure of her slit on my shaft.
"If you don't want your 'Mommy' to be bad, you shouldn't put things in her mouth, especially when your father is home."
In answer, I reached up and put two fingers in Mom's mouth. She twisted her face away, toward my room of course, but didn't try to dislodge them.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Mom asked, grinding her pussy on my shaft.
"No," I groaned, belying my answer.
Mom laughed. "Admit it and I might let you."
"No."
Mom slid way up and almost let my tip slide into her wet hole.
"Maybe," I gasped.
"Maybe?"
"I want to," I succumbed.
"Want to what?" Mom teased, twisting her face sideways while biting my fingers so they wouldn't fall out.
"Want to…fuck you," I gasped, dipping my hips and lunging upward in an attempt to pierce through her lower lips.
"Oh…you naughty, naughty boy," Mom chided, twisting and easily rolling my pole aside, then rubbing along its length. "But, I suppose if your grandmother let your father do it…"
"He did, I'm sure he did," I groaned, pushing up.
"But not when your grandfather was home," she countered, rubbing her slit very slowly up my shaft.
"I bet they did," I cried, desperately holding my hips off the bed, supporting both our weights, just to keep contact with Mom's spongy wet pussy.
"When he was only in the next room?"
"I don't know, I don't know. Please…"
"Well, maybe they did. Do you think they did, really?"
"Probably. I don't know."
"Think of it, to have the balls to fuck your mother when your father is in the next room." Mom stopped moving her hips and her lips squished over my cock. She frowned. "It must have been her idea."
I stretched my head up and sucked on one of Mom's nipples through the nightgown.
"You want to do that to me, don't you Warren? You want to fuck me while your father's right next door"
"I want to make love to you," I whispered, cranking my hips to make my cock slide through her slit.
"Well, your father is in the next room but he's asleep so maybe that doesn't count."
"It will. Let's do it," I cried, desperately moving my cock faster.
"No, it doesn't&helip;but we could practice. Would you like to practice?"
"Yeah, yeah, practice." I tried again to pierce Mom's slit but skidded off when she twisted her hips.
"Okay, but you have to stay still because we can't make any noise. If you move, I'll stop. Understand?"
"Yes."
I relaxed back on the bed so Mom would know I understood. She positioned her entrance above my helmet. It was all I could do not to shove myself inside.
"And Warren?"
"Yes?"
"I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me."
With that, Mom lowered herself onto my cock, enveloping the head and sliding down the shaft, clasping with her rubbery lips all the way down until she squished onto my balls. I arched my back to close the gap sooner, my head tipping back and mouth opening, groaning.
"Not a sound, and don't move," Mom reminded me.
At first it wasn't a problem but the more Mom moved on top of me the harder it was not to respond. Later, I found it difficult to stay quiet until she pushed a few fingers into my mouth. She whispered intimacies to me, designed to wind me up higher, and it worked. Eventually I became too excited to control myself and started moaning again. Mom abruptly pulled off my cock and I was left gasping into her hand which was now clamped firmly over my mouth. Her eyes burned into mine.
I nodded and her pussy immediately found my cock, sliding on easily until I was fully plugged in. I stared into Mom's eyes, shivering with the effort of choking back the ecstasy inflicted by her grasping pussy while her eyes glowed in triumph. I didn't think I could contain the sheer joy of straining against her body from head to toe, cock buried deep within her, but I managed to remain silent. I wasn't worried about Dad hearing us, not when he was dead to the world in the other room, but I was afraid of being left out in the cold again.
The sex was muffled but intense. I didn't think I would have lasted more than thirty seconds let alone a minute but every time my face tipped an impending orgasm Mom glared and her jaw tightened. It was the grip of her cunt, however, that prevented me from spilling my seed and then, to complete the paradox, that same muscle started massaging my cock, milking it, taunting it toward its inevitable release.
When I finally came, I didn't shoot my load, it burst out of me. As the spunk rocketed out my shaft I pictured myself behind Mom, bending her over and driving her around the kitchen, stabbing her with huge lunges while Dad giggled at something Red Skelton was saying in the other room. Oh yes, I wanted to fuck her while Dad was awake in the next room. I could hardly wait to see her reaction when I tried.
It's funny but I didn't remember until later that I had already fucked Mom in the hideaway, so Dad was not only nearby but actually in the same room. Mom didn't mention it and I wasn't about to bring it up. Did she really want me to do it?
*****
Susan promised to think about my offer to move in to care for me and I was hopeful, even confident, that she would accept. That just goes to show you how deep my level of denial actually was because my health was much worse the next time I saw her. By then, I was being readied for a transfer to Hospice.
Susan stroked my forehead. I couldn't see her well. Her face was kind of wavy and indistinct. I tried to lift my hand to rest it on her knee but couldn't because my forearm felt like lead. Susan smiled and took my hand between hers, resting it on her knee. I smiled and knew from the look on her face that I looked as weak as I felt, if not more. Susan put my hand between her knees and drew it under her skirt.
"Look what a hussy you've made of me," she whispered confidentially.
Her eyes were sympathetic and so full of compassion it scared me. Then she distracted me with the only thing that could take my mind off of her and my hand inside her skirt.
"I took your suggestion and tossed out a line to see what I could reel in."
Clarity momentarily seized my fuzzy brain and I zoomed in on her trembling lower lip, the only sign of vulnerability I had witnessed in this strong, vibrant woman. She looked down to avoid meeting my eyes, and started to talk.
It was surprisingly easy. I had worried so much about it, yet, before I realized it had happened, it was over. Nate said he was going out. I wanted to ask him where he was going so late on a school night but bit my lip instead and held my tongue. He went to his room and I knew he was getting something hidden there. I was so scared because I was sure it was drugs and wondered if they making him carry them.
I followed part way down the hall, ready to confront him, but changed my mind and turned into my own room because I was afraid to lose him in a confrontation. Suddenly feeling very tired, I loosened my blouse and pulled it out of my skirt as I walked to my bed. I had just started taking my stockings off, with one foot on the bed, when I sensed Nate behind me. I realized then that he had knocked on the door and I had heard him but my weary and worried mind had supressed the sound. I was facing away from him at an angle sufficiently shallow to show my profile but large enough that I couldn't see him.
Time slowed to a crawl. I felt like I was watching another woman who was about to, knowingly, let a young man watch her undress while pretending to be unaware of his presence. I pulled my skirt up high enough to reveal the top of the stocking on my right leg and pushed it down to my knee, apparently struggling to accomplish a task easily done a million times before. I didn't do anything special. I simply removed the stocking the same way I always did but far more slowly, knowing instinctively that the ordinary act of a woman undressing was sexually compelling to any man, especially in slow motion. I was surprised by exhilaration that suddenly burst through my body.
I pushed the white stocking over my knee and, while acting like it required effort to slide it down to my ankle, actually held it up to slow its descent. My foot arched onto my toes to tense the muscles in my calf. Once down, I rubbed my hands up each side of my calf and onto the lower part of my thigh, pausing briefly before dragging them higher. The white uniform skirt was pulled along and I kept my elbows in pressed close to my sides to brush my open blouse past and behind my dangling breasts.
