Mature Rosalita

As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are simply figments of my rather overactive imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence. Now, go - read - enjoy!

I got the call just as Rosalita and I were gasping for breath after a long wonderful bout of lovemaking. We had spent most of Saturday in bed together, still insatiable for each other after four weeks of being together. I could not keep my hands, mouth and cock away from my cinnamon skinned lover's body. We had been napping and I had woken to find Rosalita straddling my body – my cock in her warm mouth and her thick, furry muff hovering over my face – labia parted and drops of her sweet juices splashing on my face.

My mature lover had introduced me to the concept of the sixty-nine and I couldn't get enough of it. I raised my head and ran my tongue along the length of Rosalita's spread pussy, savoring her sweet taste as much as the muffled and soulful moan she gave in response. I was making every effort to know how to best please my Latino lover and felt that I was learning her little secret pleasure spots – especially that certain little point just under her clitoris that when probed gently with my tongue had such spectacular results.

"OHHHH JOHNNNYYY – MI HIJOOOO!" Rosalita sobbed, rocking back onto my face. "I love that, but I can't take iiittttt!" she cried as she tightened her thighs' grip on my head as her cunt spasmed and flooded my face with her pussy juices. Rosalita sprawled forward and off me after a few more taunts from my tongue, onto her knees, her face against the sheets. "I love your mouth, hijo!" she panted.

My cock waved happily in the air, straight, long and stiff, getting harder at the image of my Rosalita's full ass raised as if in offering. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her – tilting her ass up slightly to give me better access to her fur covered pussy. I ran my cock up and down between her labia lips and Rosalita moaned, "Oh yes, mi amado hijo, FUCK MAMA, FUCK ME NOW, SON!"

With a feral, possessive growl, I thrust hungrily into Rosalita's steamy pussy – my growl becoming a happy sigh as her buttery soft flesh enfolded itself around my throbbing cock. The room filled with our cries and the aroma of our sweat and juices and pheromones as we made love with passion and hunger and complete abandon.

Rosalita's sobs and my groans of pleasure mixed in with the noises of sweaty, slapping flesh as we came together again and again. I leaned forward and slipped my hands around my lover to cup and knead her bountiful, meaty breasts – eventually finding her blood engorged nipples, thick and swollen and pulled and teased them as I fucked my lover with everything I could muster.

Already primed by Rosalita's talented tongue, it didn't take me too long to reach the point of no return and as I began to cum deep inside Rosalita's cunt, my hot semen bathing her womb set off a tremendous orgasm in her. Together, we bucked and thrusted and climaxed together for what seemed an eternity – only stopping when our bodies could take no more.

We collapsed together and wound up on our sides face to face. Rosalita gasped for breath and grinned saucily as she kissed me and said, "Every single time, hijo, is better than the time before. If this keeps up, your cock may wind up killing me."

Between gasps for air, I replied, "Well, we can give it up if we need to, Rosalita. I wouldn't want to..."

I didn't finish as Rosalita reached out and took my semi-erect cock in her hand and said, "Don't you even think it – I will never give up this lovely dick or the boy it is attached to." Rosalita kissed me again. "I love my little hijo, Johnny and his big cock!"

I flushed with pleasure, thrilled at Rosalita's words. "I love you, too my amado Rosalita. Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita." We were kissing again when my cell phone went off. "Ignore it," I whispered to my lover and we kissed some more, our tongues playing and dancing.

The cell phone finally stopped, but a minute later, it went off again. I was thinking clearly enough now to recognize Mom's ring tone. I sighed and resolved to ignore it, but Rosalita recognized it too and said, "You better answer it. If she's calling this late, it must be important."

I turned it on and said, "Mom? Everything okay?"

"Is this Johnny Holman?" It was a man's voice – tight and grumpy.

"Who is this? Where's my mother? What's wrong?" I sat up, suddenly scared.

"Settle down, son. Your Mom's fine. This is Deke Rogers – I manage Mallory's Pub – downtown on 9th Street. You need to come get your mother – she can't drive."

"What's wrong with her? Where is she?"

I heard a bored, exasperated sigh from the other end. "Mr. Holman, your mother's fine – she's just had a little too much to drink and can't drive - and she was having trouble dialing the phone, so I'm making the call. Come get your mother, son and take her home."

He hung up and I gave a sigh and explained the situation to Rosalita. My lover just stroked my face and smiling, said, "Go, my hijo. She needs your help." I dressed quickly as my mature lover watched – me marveling at the lack of jealousy or anger in this woman – her face betraying nothing but her love for me. "Be careful, Johnny – I love you, mi hijo," she said as she kissed me goodbye at the door, hiding behind it as I left.

As I drove, my mind ran over the heady world my life had become. The weeks following Rosalita and I becoming lovers were like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was as if losing my virginity to that lovely Hispanic woman was the trigger for world changing events – at least, world changing for me.

Seeing her at school was the hardest. Every time I saw my Rosalita going about her job as a school janitor, I just wanted to sweep her up in my arms and carry her off and make love to her – I hated that I couldn't even go up and kiss her, but she was adamant that our love remain a secret at least until after I graduated from school. But in the evenings, I would come to her and my cinnamon skinned beauty would be waiting for me, her beautiful, long black hair undone and we would make love and I would find peace and happiness wrapped up in her arms and legs,

In Rosalita's embrace, I would find everything I needed to make sense of a steadily growing crazy world. I was coming to the end of my high school career – we had two weeks left. My life was mostly consumed by going through the motions for my classes (I already had the required credits to graduate), playing the last games of the baseball season, and spending every possible free moment with Rosalita.

And Rosalita and I weren't the only ones whose lives had been turned upside down. Mom's flirting with me became more steadily obvious, especially after she and Dad sat me down the first week in May and announced that they were going to try a temporary separation. "We have some issues that your Mom and I need to work out," Dad said in his best 'fatherly' voice. Dad informed me that for a while, he was moving out, taking an apartment downtown to be nearer his office.

Now, I had known that things had been rocky between Mom and Dad for a few years. Their arguments had grown increasingly hostile and loud and it was no secret that the fire had gone out of their love life and that recent efforts to rekindle things had been a dismal failure. Dad appeared to have lost interest in sex just as Mom desired more and more.

Things grew even more complicated when just a few days after Dad moved, the rumors began to fly about Dad being seen in public with a young woman that used to work in his office. From the shouting matches Mom had with Dad over the phone, it sounded like Dad had simply moved in with this young woman and that the relationship had been ongoing for quite some time. I guess we were wrong about Dad and his interest in sex.

Mom took it hard. She was drinking more and spent a lot of time crying in her room. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but she either seemed to withdraw from me or flirt with me and I couldn't predict which way she would jump each time.

I pulled up in front of Mallory's. It was close to midnight and the place was nearly deserted. I confess I felt a pang of jealousy – Mallory's Pub had the reputation as a pick-up join and I hated to think of Mom even wanting to visit. I made my way in and found Mom at the bar, staring sullenly into a mostly empty glass with an umbrella in it.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I said as I stood beside her and placed my hand on her arm.

I confess – Mom looked stunning. She had on a sexy black dress that showed everything off to best advantage – from the low cut halter strapped front showcasing her large, firm breasts, to the short hemline that highlighted her tanned, slender legs. The dress was tight, leaving no doubts about her gorgeous figure and her tight rear end. Mom's honey blonde hair hung down to her bare shoulders (something about bare shoulders really turns me on).

"Mom?" I said again. "C'mon, let's go home."

Mom turned slowly and looked at me and then moving slowly, she hugged me to her, pulling me tight against her lush body. I half expected her to start crying, but she just hugged me for a long time and then in a whisper that tickled my throat, said, "Please."

I took that as a request to take her home. I retrieved her car keys from the bartender and then, after making sure my car would be okay where it was, walked out of the bar with my arm around Mom's shoulders as she moved unsteadily to her sedan. Her car's front seat was a bench seat and after I got Mom inside and got behind the wheel, Mom scooted over and leaned herself into me. It was a little awkward as I pulled out, her breast pressing into my right arm, but in a minute, I adjusted to compensate by putting my arm around her.

We drove in silence for a while – the radio playing soft jazz very low and Mom snuggled up to me, her steady breath on my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. We were several minutes from home when Mom finally said something – the last thing I would have expected to hear her to say to me.

"I can smell her on you, Johnny." Mom pressed her face up, her nose brushing my cheek. "I can smell Rosalita's pussy on you."

"Jeezus, Mom!" I hadn't given it much thought, but she was right. I had rushed out of Rosalita's place without washing up and my lover had creamed heavily on my face and in my hair.

Mom giggled. "It's no big deal. We both know you two have been fucking like minks. I would assume you would be going down on her. I'd be disappointed if you didn't. A man should know how to please a woman." She paused and sighed. "God knows your father never wanted to go down on me." Mom sighed again and I shivered as she again inhaled. "I said it before, son – your Rosalita is a lucky woman."

Mom snuggled a little closer, I could feel her nose brushing my neck. She made a little huffing noise. "I bet your father goes down on his little whore."

I took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed Mom's hand. "Things will be alright, Mom." Yeah, it sounded lame, but I didn't know what else to say. Mom just sighed and squeezed my hand back, bringing it up and kissing it and then letting it rest in her lap the rest of the ride home.

I helped Mom inside and up the stairs to her room. I turned on the light and started to go when Mom stepped in front of me and did a little wiggle and her dress seemed to simply float off her, falling in a puddle at her feet. I groaned inwardly even as my cock jerked in response to her barely clad body. My mother stood before me in a black, strapless half bra – her aureoles partially exposed – and a black thong bikini. Mom, though drunk recognized a man ogling her when she saw it and smiled evilly. She turned around and said, "Undo my bra, honey."

I sighed and reached out – Mom making it difficult as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. She finally edged backwards to lean against me, her lithe body pressing against mine – her ass rubbing against the hard-on in my pants. I got the damned thing unhooked and Mom slipped out of it and fell into her bed, her tits bouncing invitingly as she did.

"Um, good night, Mom – call me if you need something."

Mom pouted and patted the bed next to her. "Stay, Johnny. Talk to me for a few minutes. I never get to see you anymore." She giggled. "Not since you and your older woman got all hot and heavy."

I felt my skin turn red – no, redder, since I had been blushing since Mom let her dress fall to the floor. "Sure, Mom," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed, my eyes traveling back and forth between her face and her full, still very firm breasts – her nipples hard and swollen. Mom's nipples weren't as big as Rosalita's, but they were much longer.

"Well, the one good thing about tonight was I found out that this older woman can still get plenty of attention," Mom said matter-of-factly.

"Oh yeah?" I said, not really sure I wanted to hear this.

"You betcha! I bet I had a dozen guys hit up on me tonight. I guess I still have it," she said as she took her hands and cupped her breasts, making them jiggle slightly. "You young guys sure love big tits!"

I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say, so I closed it again. Mom sighed then and said, "Some were good looking young studs – just a little older than you, son. But, I didn't have the heart to leave with any of them. I turned them all down cold."

My curiosity got the better of me. "Why not, Mom?" I asked.

"I – I just realized that I didn't want to get fucked by some strange dick. I wanted someone to make love to me – someone who loved me." Mom sniffled and her eyes began to tear up. I reached over to the bedside table and snatched up some tissues. Mom looked up at me, her blue eyes searching my matching ones for the answer to some unasked question. "I don't want just sex, son. I want to be loved."

Mom began to cry and I gave her the tissues and I sat with her while she had a good cry. After a bit, her sobs became sniffles and then she was snoring softly. I sat a while longer, looking at my lovely mother. Finally, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and whispered, "I love you, Mom."

Mom moaned a little and mumbled, "I love you too, baby." She turned on her side and returned to her gentle snoring. I covered Mom up with a blanket and went to my room.

I sat in a chair next to a window and watched the empty street below. Things just seemed to be getting crazier and crazier. Mom's flirting became more outrageous with each passing day whether she was sober or not. The hugs and kisses and rubbing up against me were a constant thing now at home as were her becoming more immodest.

Mom thought nothing now of walking naked by my room, claiming to have run out of fresh towels after a shower or to leave her door open while dressing. Tonight, she had left her skimpy panties on, but I didn't need to pull them off to know that Mom had had a lovely pussy lightly covered with golden brown hair or that a few days ago, she had shaved her pussy bare, leaving her tender, thick labia as bare as the day she was born.

I wanted Mom like an addict wants drugs, but – over the same last few weeks, I had realized that I was truly in love with Rosalita and I had decided that I would not be unfaithful to her. I saw the pain that Mom was in over Dad's cheating and I could not – would not make Rosalita endure the same pain. In the meantime, I would resist my incestuous desires and spend a lot of sleepless hours thinking of Rosalita and Mom and a few restless hours of dreaming of both the important women in my life.

In the morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs. Mom stood at the stove, wearing one of my dress shirts and I suspected little else – looking sexy with her hair bed-tousled and face clean of make-up. She had looked beautiful last night with her make-up on, almost like some movie star or something, but I always had thought Mom didn't need much of that and looked prettier without it.

"Morning, sleepy head," Mom said, turning on bare feet to watch me sit down at the table. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked, trying to not notice how sexy her ankles and thighs were.

Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, "Better than I expected. A bit of a headache is all." She came to the table with two plates of food. Mom leaned forward, showing off her breasts when my old shirt gaped open, only half the buttons done up. We began eating and Mom said, "I'm sorry I interrupted your night with Rosalita." She paused to eat a bite of food and then said, "Of course, it's nice to have you here on a Sunday morning. I've missed that these last couple of months."

I wolfed down my food; feeling famished and then said, "I have to admit, Mom. You've been really cool about Rosalita and me."

"How do you mean, Johnny?" Mom said, smiling at me.

I felt myself blushing as I replied, "Well, I'm sleeping with a woman who's forty-two years old – actually a year older than you, Mom. You seem to act like it's perfectly normal – you've never even objected when I spend the night with Rosalita.

Mom looked at me in a way that made me feel a bit nervous – like a cat studying its prey. "Son – it's like I told you before. I've known for years how you feel about older women. I've seen how you would look at my friends – Kelly MacArthur and I used to think it was so cute to see you walking around with an erection while trying to peek at us when we would be sunbathing. I always knew that you would wind up falling in love with an older woman. Maybe I'm a little surprised by the woman you picked, but you're old enough to make your own decisions – I think it would be silly to fight about it."

Part of me – the part that decided whether or not my cock gets hard, wanted me to follow up on her comment about being surprised by my choice – I was both anxious and fearful to hear her answer. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to ask. Instead, I just shook my head and grinned. "You're the greatest Mom a son could have."

Mom laughed as she gathered up our plates and kissed me on top of my head, rubbing herself against me as she did so. "And you can have me whenever you want, baby," Mom said, winking at me over her shoulder as she walked to the sink.

I sat there speechless for a minute until she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go. Go spend the day with your hot woman or MILF or whatever they call it these days. I ruined your Saturday night – go have fun with your Rosalita."

That was the hardest thing I ever had to do. In one breath, Mom had come on to me yet again and with the next, she gave me her blessing to go fuck another woman. "I love you, Mom." I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Mom looked back at me, leaning against the sink, my dress shirt riding up to reveal the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks, her long, tanned legs looking so sexy – so inviting." "I love you too, son. Now go on – go visit your woman. Go fuck up a storm."

Later that afternoon, feeling satisfied that I had obeyed my mother to the best of my capabilities; I was resting in Rosalita's bed, her sweaty body on top of mine – my weary, but happy cock having just slipped from the loving embrace of her warm, cum-filled cunt. Our heartbeats were both just slowing down and we both luxuriated in the sweet sensation of our bodies pressed together in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

One of the great things about Rosalita was that I felt I could tell her anything. I guess all great loves are like that. It felt good to be able to talk to someone about Mom and my feelings and all that.

Rosalita rested against me, her head propped up on one hand and she gently ran her fingernails over my chest. "Your poor mother – she's just so lonely. I understand that." For a second – I saw the old sadness pass by in her eyes and then she smiled and said, "Thank you, hijo, for changing that for me." She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue soft in my mouth.

"Your mother will be okay, Johnny. It will just take time, I think." Rosalita studied me closely as I nodded – my expression surely betraying that I was still conflicted about Mom's situation.

"Johnny, tell me something – promise me you will tell the truth," Rosalita said.

"Anything, mi amado." I replied.

Rosalita paused as if gathering up the right words, and then looked me in the eye. "Johnny, we both know you have fantasized about your mother – the thought of fucking your mom turns you on." Her hand slipped down my chest and stomach and found my cock – sure enough it was beginning to stir. "Your mother wants you – it sounds like she's made that clear, hijo. What's keeping you from making love to her?"

I felt my face burn even as I felt my cock grow in Rosalita's hand. "It's you Rosalita – I love you and I would never be unfaithful to you."

Rosalita smiled and her face beamed lovingly at me as she whispered, "Awww, mi amado hijo." Again we kissed and I sighed as she slowly worked her hand up and down my shaft. "You are such a wonderful man," she said softly when our kiss ended. "I almost feel guilty keeping me all to myself. And I feel honored that you would love me so much that you would give up your heart's desire."

My need for Rosalita swelled within me then and I said, "You are my heart's desire. You are my great love!" I rose up and kissed my Latina lover, using my body on hers to roll her over on her back. As I climbed between her quickly spread thighs, my hands running up and down her luscious body, I gasped, "You are all I ever need or want!"

With a quick thrust of my hips, I slipped inside my Rosalita – her semen drenched cunt welcoming me home, her pussy muscles quickly tightening around my swollen cock.

Rosalita's dark eyes sparkled with carnal joy as she flung her pelvis upwards, taking me as deep as possible inside her womb. I ducked and licked her swollen nipples, catching one engorged digit with my teeth as her huge breasts rolled and wobbled and making her moan as I bit it slightly. "Ohhhhh, mi hijo, fuck me, Johnnyyy! Fuck your Mama Rosalita.

The room, already pungent with our sex, filled afresh with the intoxicating aroma of Rosalita's wet pussy, spurring me to ride her harder and faster with each thrust. Rosalita's legs came up and tightened against my sides, even as she pulled her knees back to open herself deeper to my probing cock. "Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita," I cried as I felt myself slip a little further inside her. My tongue teased her nipples and then found its way upwards to run over her lower lip, discovering her teeth, biting the luscious lip. Her moans became muffled as I kissed her, her tongue greeting my own with a lewd, wet dance.

"Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me the way you would fuck your mother!" Rosalita panted as I plunged in and out of her grasping pussy. Her words excited us both and we lost ourselves in a frantic fucking motion of cock and pussy, hands and lips and moans and sobs. I felt Rosalita grabbing my ass cheeks with her hands, nails digging in as she tried to urge me deeper into her wet, molten hot cunt. "Fuck me, hijo – show Mama what a man you are!" Rosalita sobbed and I couldn't take it anymore.

I plunged inside her to the hilt, my pubic hairs entangling with hers and with a cry, I quit fighting against the urge to cum and let myself explode inside her steamy womb. "I love you, Mom!" I shouted as I filled my lover with my sperm. "I love you, Mama Rosalita!"

We kissed and cuddled as we caught our breath – silently speaking volumes with our eyes as we savored each other's touch. We both grew sleepy – our need for each other sated for the moment. As I drifted off to sleep, Rosalita's head on my chest, my hand stroking her luxurious long, black hair, I heard her sigh and whisper, "I am so happy, mi hijo – I would give you anything to make you this happy."

And then it finally happened – Graduation. After twelve years of intermittent boredom – I was finally getting out of school. We held the ceremony inside the gymnasium – us graduates marching in and sitting on the portable bleachers set up on the stage. As we walked down the aisle between our beaming parents and siblings and other loved ones, I looked for Rosalita, but didn't find her.

Once in our seats, I looked for her some more, but didn't see her. Mom, I found quickly. Mom looked gorgeous in a tight olive colored jersey dress that molded itself to her body, showing off her voluptuous figure – the hemline designed to show off her shapely legs. Mom's honey colored hair framed her lovely face – the only thing detracting from her beauty being her swollen, red eyes. Mom had had a furious fight with Dad on the phone an hour before we had left for school. Dad and his new gal had decided to go off to Vegas for the weekend and he called to let me know he just wasn't able to be there for my graduation. I'm not sure what the real story was – whether his new girlfriend was leading him around by his cock or if he was scared to be in the same room as Mom.

People spoke, we heard a couple of songs from the High School glee club, we all walked across the stage, collected our diplomas and then as the Principal declared us graduates, we flung our caps into the air and just like that – we were done with high school.

We milled around on stage for a moment, exchanging high fives and hugs and then we began to make our way to our families. Like a scene from a movie, as I made my way through the crowd – people suddenly parted and there stood my Rosalita.

She was so beautiful it took my breath away. Rosalita was wearing a cream colored dress that emphasized her tawny reddish-brown skin and ended just above her knees. It left her shoulders bare and the neckline curved dangerously downward, prominently displaying the upper halves of her massive breasts. My lover's hair was braided in a French Twist and draped over her shoulder.

We looked at each other for a moment and then came together, her bussing me on the cheek and giving me a passionate hug. "Mi hijo, I am so proud of you!" Rosalita exclaimed. We held on to each other, her arms around my neck while I encircled her waist and grinned a bit silly at each other while pretending not to be kinda embarrassed to be together in public.

We hugged again and then my heart beating madly, I kissed her on the lips. "I love you, Rosalita," I murmured as we embraced. I wondered if we were causing a scene with our display of affection but part of me didn't care and the rest of me was just caught up in her glorious, loving smile.

"Well, there you are!" I felt Rosalita stiffen slightly in my arms as I heard my Mom call out from behind me. Rosalita blushed and began to untangle herself from my embrace. I turned to see Mom standing there, beaming at us. She stepped up and hugged me, kissing me on the corner of my mouth. "I'm so proud of you, honey!" Mom exclaimed, her hand stroking my cheek as she ended her hug.

Mom turned and smiled at Rosalita. "Hello. I'm Cindy – Johnny's mother. I have so been looking forward to meeting you!" Mom held out her hand.

Rosalita smiled back and bravely stepped forward. "It's nice to meet you, Cindy. I'm Rosalita." Mom and she shook hands, taking their time about it – sizing each other up with me standing in the middle. I felt both nervous as a hen at a party of foxes and as proud as a young man with two beautiful women around him could be.

Mom gave Rosalita a close look over and then turned to me and said, "Your girlfriend is beautiful, Johnny! I can understand why you fell for her."

I reached out and took Rosalita's hand. "Yes, she is, Mom. Rosalita is a wonderful woman."

Rosalita replied, "Thank you, Cindy. You know you have a wonderful son. I know you must be so proud." Then, maybe to show she wasn't intimidated, she said, "I see that Johnny gets his good looks from you. You look lovely this evening – I wish I had your figure."

Mom blushed and said, "That is so sweet. I'm so glad we've finally met." With her free hand, she again grasped Rosalita's hand and said, "We have so much to talk about. I was planning to take Johnny out to dinner to celebrate graduation. Could you please join us?"

"I would love to, but I don't want to intrude – this is a family night," Rosalita replied.

Mom shook her head and said, "Oh no, and let's be honest about it. You are as much family now as anyone. I would really love to get to spend some time with you and Johnny."

And so that's how I found myself seated between the two most important women in my life at Magglio's Restaurant, feeling a little like a cow invited to a Bar-B-Q. Mom and Rosalita chatted about mundane things for the longest time. The weather, my college plans, embarrassing stories from my childhood and other inconsequential things.

At one point, Rosalita placed her hand on the table and without thinking, I placed my hand over hers and we instinctively let our fingers intertwined. Mom paused in mid-sentence to stare at our little display of affection and then looked up and smiled at both of us. In her eyes seemed to be a mix of emotions at play – love, tenderness, regret and maybe jealousy. Under that powerful gaze, I felt Rosalita shiver and she began to withdraw her hand from mine.

"No, please – don't," Mom murmured. "Please, Johnny – Rosalita, don't be shy around me. I think it's sweet to see two people so obviously in love."

Rosalita paused and I seized the moment to tighten my grip on her hand, squeezing in encouragement. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice tight with emotion.

Rosalita started to speak and then paused as if unsure what she should say, lowering her eyes to look at our intertwined hands... Finally, a quiet little smile played across her lips and she raised her head and replied to Mom, "Thank you, Cindy."

Rosalita took a deep breath and continued. "I have been very worried about how you and your husband would react to what has happened with Johnny and me. Johnny has told me again and again that you were fine with us being...lovers, but still, I know it has to be hard to understand, an eighteen year old man and a forty-two year old woman..." Rosalita's courage faltered and she was unable to go on.

Mom shook her head and reached out and squeezed Rosalita's free hand for a moment. "I am completely fine with you and my son, dear. Johnny and I have already had this conversation – he's probably told you that I've known for years his – um, preference for older women. I've been readying myself for this for a long time and the only thing I would ever be concerned with is that my son falls in love with a good woman. And I can just tell already that you are that, Rosalita. I'm happy for you – I'm happy for both of you."

Mom paused and took a sip of wine. She seemed to consider something for a moment and then continued. "In fact, I suppose I'm a little jealous, considering my current situation. What I wouldn't give to find love with a handsome young man that would make me smile the way Johnny makes you smile."

"That is so sweet of you, Cindy," said Rosalita in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "I feel lucky to have Johnny. You have raised a wonderful son." She hesitated for a second and then said in a rush. "He's more than wonderful – your son is a tender, considerate lover."

Mom glowed with that compliment and replied, "Yes, Johnny is a handsome sexy thing, isn't he?" She giggled as she took another sip of wine. "If I wasn't his mother, I would be all over him in a second." Mom giggled again and her face turned red. "I guess that sounds awful, doesn't it – me talking about my own son like that?"

Rosalita's face began to flush as well and in a quiet voice she replied, "No. I understand completely."

Both Mom and Rosalita appeared shocked to have talked so forthright and the conversation quieted down considerably, both women seemingly lost in thought. We finished our meal and I helped both lovely ladies into Mom's car. Once I was buckled up, I glanced at Mom in the rear view mirror and at my lover next to me. "Where to, ladies?"

Mom smiled at me and said, "This is a night for celebration. Why don't you drop me off at home, Johnny and you two go have some fun?"

Before I could protest, Rosalita turned in the seat and said, "Oh no! This is an important night for you too, Cindy. Besides, we just met – I'd love to talk to you more – get to know you better."

Mom appeared pleased by Rosalita's suggestion but she shook her head and said, "Oh no – you lovers should be alone and do what lovers do. You don't need a third wheel interfering with your love life."

"No! Please, stay with us," Rosalita said in an insistent voice. She turned to me and said, "Convince her, mi hijo." Rosalita reached out and touched my shoulder, drawing my gaze into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes told me that she wasn't being just polite.

"Please, Mom," said. "We both want you to stay with us. It's a beautiful night – we could go home and maybe just hang out in the back yard by the pool. Maybe toast my graduation with some champagne." I put a teasing tone in my voice. "You have that bottle of twenty year old Dom Perignon that Dad was saving for a big occasion. Why don't we break it open and celebrate?"

Mom laughed evilly at the idea of drinking Dad's prized bottle of bubbly and shook a finger at me. "Well, maybe Rosalita and I could have a little bit of champagne, but you're not twenty-one yet. Remember, you're still underage for drinking, young man."

Rosalita laughed with her and said, "A little champagne sounds good to me, Cindy. We can always buy Johnny a coke."

Despite the teasing, once we got back to our house, Mom did let me have a little of the champagne (which I'll be honest – I'd have just as soon had a beer), and we found ourselves relaxing in the lounge chairs by the pool. Mom and Rosalita chatted while I mostly listened, still finding it unnerving to be with both the most important women in my life.

Mom talked about her childhood in Missouri and Rosalita talked about the loss of her husband and son. Some tears were shed by both women and they hugged when Mom stood up and moved to sit with Rosalita. They were both getting a little tipsy from the champagne and I found myself with a hard-on by the time they finished their embrace.

"Oh Rosalita – I'm so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine life without Johnny," Mom said, sniffling. "I don't know how you managed to go on."

Rosalita wiped her tear streaked face and nodded, looking over at me and letting the pain slip away as she smiled at me. "For a while, Cindy, I wasn't sure I would – but God sent a little angel to me to give me strength and then he sent him back to me all grown up to remind me what love was again. Te quiero, mi amado hijo."

Mom sighed at Rosalita's words. "Awww, that's sounds so lovely. What does it mean, Rosalita?"

"I love you, my beloved..." Rosalita paused, her eyes traveling from my mom to me and back to Mom. "Um – my beloved son."

Mom shivered at the words. She turned and looked at me and despite being fully clothed, I felt like she was seeing me stark naked. My cock throbbed at her intense, longing gaze. "That sounds sooo beautiful. Te quiero...mi...?" She looked at Rosalita for help.

Rosalita licked her lips nervously and said, "Mi amado hijo – my beloved son." There was unusual tension in her voice.

Mom turned and looked at me with a fiery gleam in her eyes, "Te quiero, mi amado hijo." We looked at each other for long seconds – desire written in both our eyes and then Mom turned back to Rosalita sitting next to her. "That's so lovely, Rosalita – it sounds sooo romantic, and," Mom's facial expression went from dreamy desire to naughtily lewd, "Very sexy – you call Johnny, son? Does he call you Mom too?"

Mom seemed to be breathing funny – her breasts, tightly wrapped in that jersey dress were heaving noticeably in the dim lights by the pool.

Rosalita had a funny look on her face as she replied softly, "Well, Cindy – like I said earlier, I understand, I think, how you feel about Johnny."

Mom's eyes widened and I think she realized for the first time just how much I confided in Rosalita. "Oh my," she whispered and then she stood up and fanned herself with her hand. "Is it me or is it getting hotter out here?"

The tension in the air was so thick it should have been visible. Part of me wanted to suggest that Rosalita and I get on our way. My cock was throbbing and I never felt more hungry to fuck my Latina lover than I did at that moment, but part of me didn't want this moment to end and I was as surprised as anyone when I blurted out, "How about we all take a swim? Maybe that will cool things off."

Mom laughed and the tension seemed to flood away. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, honey."

Rosalita looked intrigued and nodded, but replied, "I'd love to, but I didn't bring a suit."

"Oh that won't matter," exclaimed Mom, reaching down and pulling Rosalita to her feet. I'm sure we can find you something to wear." Mom smiled at me and said, "Go put on your trunks, Johnny and Rosalita and I will see what I have available."

Just the thought of Mom and Rosalita in bathing suits made my cock throb and I was sure both could see the bulge in my slacks as I climbed out of my lounge chair. "I can't wait," I said, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

Both women giggled and Mom rolled her eyes and said as she led Rosalita off, "I bet! Well, we'll try not to disappoint."

I think I was finished changing and back down at the pool in about four minutes. I was wearing regular boxer type swim trunks – knowing there was no way I could get on my smaller, tighter swim trunks with the erection I was sporting. Several minutes passed before I heard the voices of Rosalita and Mom coming from the house. My cock hadn't softened a bit as I imagined the two sexiest women on the planet upstairs in Mom's bedroom changing into swimsuits. All sort of naughty images swam through my imagination.

When they stepped through the door, I realized I was in big trouble. Mom was wearing a light green bikini – its sparse material of the top covering perhaps fifty percent of her large breasts. It came with a matching green bottom and I knew before she even turned around that it was a g-string, her shapely, well toned cheeks completely bare.

Beside Mom, holding her hand and looking a little shy was my Rosalita. Mom had found her a white string bikini top that seemed to cover her nipples and areolas and little more. Her mountainous tit flesh jiggled and swayed and threatened to break free from the scant few inches of material that failed to cover her lovely breasts. She wore what I assumed were her almost sheer bikini panties that matched the cream colored dress she had worn to my graduation. Her thick pubic hair shadowed the material, doing more than hinting at her luxurious and thick bush.

"Wow!" I said. "Now you two are definitely are worth waiting for!"

Rosalita snickered despite her apparent embarrassment and said, "Would you look at him. Johnny is in hog heaven."

Mom nodded and said, "Two sexy older woman – his greatest fantasies come to life!" I was standing at the edge of the pool as they approached, enjoying the sexy view my mother and my lover were giving me. Mom turned and said something to Rosalita, whispering it so I couldn't hear.​