Mrs Greyson Ch 05

It was a beautiful crisp morning, and I drove to Mrs. Greyson's with the window down, the wind feeling cool on my face. I thought about my mom, having mixed feelings about what had happened between us earlier this morning. I knew that things between her and dad hadn't been going too well lately, occasionally having heard arguments about the many hours that he'd been putting in at work.

She obviously had needs, sexually, but did I have the right to take advantage of the situation when she was so vulnerable? I knew that whatever, if anything, happened between us, our relationship as mother and son would never be the same. A feeling of guilt crept over me.

My heart wasn't into my job today, but I managed to get through the day's chores of spreading mulch in some of the flower beds, and pulling some occasional weeds around the patio by the pool. I saw no activity around the house, so I assumed that Mrs. Greyson was gone for the afternoon. I was relieved, since the earlier occurrence at home was still weighing heavily on my mind.

Arriving at home, I didn't know what to expect. Would mom be mad, embarrassed, crying? I noticed that dad was home early, and entering the kitchen, things seemed to be as usual, dad was reading the paper, and mom was busy preparing dinner. She pecked me on the cheek, asking how my day was, and we talked about various things that she would like to do to her flower beds while she kept busy with her preparations. Dinner was uneventful, the meal was great, and after dad retreated into the living room, I stayed back to help with the dishes.

Whispering to me, mom said, "we need to talk in the morning after your father leaves to play golf." Nodding, I continued to dry the silverware, putting everything in it's place, and retired to my room for the night.

Dad always plays golf on Saturdays, so today he was up early and gone when I awoke. I was greeted in the kitchen by mom, seeming very cheerful. She asked if I'd like some breakfast, but I opted for a glass of juice, so she poured a juice for me and coffee for her and sat down across from me.

Turning more serious, she said "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday morning. I was wrong taking advantage of you the way I did. As I told you then, your father and I have not been very intimate for a while, and seeing you lying naked in bed, it brought out the feelings that I haven't felt in awhile. Then, after learning that you were a virgin, I felt compelled to teach you how to make a woman feel the excitement of foreplay, and give her the ultimate pleasure that comes from knowing how to use her body for yours and her enjoyment. I'm happy to say that you learned very well. I haven't felt that way in a long time, and for that I have no regrets, and I'll always be grateful. It was wrong, just the same, and it will never happen again. I only hope that I didn't ruin your respect for me."

I held her hand and told her, "I will always love and respect you, mom." We wiped the tears from our eyes and proceeded to enjoy our beverages.

Things seemed to be back to normal over the remainder of the weekend, and by Monday, I was anxious to get back to work. The grass, again, needed mowing. Having a lawn service fertilize and an automatic sprinkler system has a definite effect on the growth.

Finishing by mid-day, I stored the mower in the barn and was coming out when I noticed Mrs. Greyson motioning for me to come to the house. She had on that familiar three pieces of fabric, and my imagination kicked into gear. Arriving at the gate to the pool, she asked if I'd like some lemonade, and I said that it sounded great.

She told me to take off my shirt and relax on the lounger and she'd be right back. I sat down and watched as she walked to the house. She was nearly naked from the back, only a couple strips of cloth, one across her back, and one between those wonderful cheeks of her ass. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and then felt the ice-cold glass against my cheek. I opened them to her smiling down at me, and offered me the drink.

We talked for a while about the yard, and a few things she had planned for it, all the while I couldn't take my eyes off her body.

After finishing our drinks, she suggested a swim, telling me that wearing my shorts would be fine. We dove into the pool, the water feeling great after a few hours on the mower. Diving under the water, I swam towards her, seeing that those small patches had all but disappeared after becoming wet. I could see the outline of her pussy lips, and her nipples had grown, either from the coolness of the water or the excitement building between us. Coming up next to her I stood, my rock hard cock brushing her leg.

She let out a small gasp, then dove below the surface. She was under water for a long time, and when she finally emerged, she was totally naked, having removed her suit while under water!

Walking to the shallow end, she motioned me to her, and reaching down, proceeded to remove my shorts. Her one hand surrounded my cock while the other cradled my balls. I was in heaven! I brought my hands up and placed them on those magnificent orbs, flicking her nipples while kneading the soft mounds. Stooping, I took a nipple between my lips, sucking and running my tongue over the stiffness. Her hand clenched me tighter, enjoying the sensations of my mouth on her breast. After working on her breasts and being stroked I was getting close but wanting to hold off, I reached under her arms and lifted her to the edge of the pool. Spreading her legs, I dove in between them to lick and suck that wonderful shaved pussy, and she laid back, spreading them further while moaning her satisfaction. Sucking on her clit increased her breathing, and she started shaking when I stuck two fingers in her cunt.

After a few minutes of fingering her, she couldn't take it any longer and said, "I need you in me now!" Running down the concrete steps she turned with her back to me, bent over, grabbed my dick, put it to her opening, and told me to push. She didn't have to tell me twice, and I was enveloped by her soft, warm lips. I didn't know it could be this good!

I moved slowly in and out until she started backing into me with every stroke and whimpered "harder!" I quickened the pace, stabbing her mercilessly, until she shook, her legs giving way under the throws of her orgasm.

I told her I was close to cumming, and she turned to take me into her mouth, licking and sucking until I shot my load down her throat. We both sat exhausted on the concrete steps. Finally recovering, she remarked that for never being with a woman, I sure knew how to push her buttons. Without commenting, I thought "my mom taught me everything I know."