Please read the first chapter in this story.
I had just masturbated in my own kitchen with my dear mother looking on. Now I was sitting at the breakfast table with my shorts down. My cock was spent. There was an eerie quietness and tension in the room.
My mother broke the silence first, "we have to talk about what has been going on, what just happened, and what can and cannot happen in the future."
I was all ears and very nervous to disturb any of this wonderful new thing that I had discovered with my mother. Right now, I would have done anything she wished.
"You see," she said, "You thought you were being discrete when you were ogling me at the beach, but it was really obvious. Women, even mothers are good at noticing things like that. At first I was appalled, but truth be told your father and I are really only a couple in name. At first when you were looking at me I was disgusted. After a few days, I figured it was just nice to be noticed. When I saw that I was having an obvious physical effect on you, I became flattered. After days of torturing myself, I figured that you grew up so fast and I just wanted to be close to you again."
I waited for my mother to continue on as she took a quick sip of coffee. "Over the past few days, the more you wanted me, the more I wanted you. I started wearing this bathing suit, those short-shorts, and the workout clothes to keep your interest and attention." My mother looked down and meekly stated, "I have been both pleased and disgusted with myself."
I figured that it was now or never. I was still nervous, but knew I had to keep the ball rolling. "Mom," I stammered, "the beach trip and everything since have been the best days of my life. Please don't think that you have done anything wrong. You have brought me nothing but happiness. Please, please, please, don't let anything change." Before my mom had a chance to say anything, I pulled my pants up and left. I could not stand a possible rejection at this point so I figured leaving was the best thing.
Before I went, I gave mom a quick kiss on her forehead. She shed a tear. I did not stick around to find out if it was because she was happy or sad.
The next day my dad was around the house like a fly on shit! I had no time alone with my mom and we did not have a chance to chat. I had no idea what might or might not happen next. The suspense was killing me and I was constantly replaying everything that happened up to this point. I was forced to relieve myself twice. The day after that, I made my way to breakfast fully dressed. I entered into the kitchen in the morning and found my mother in her big fluffy white robe. She had her bunny slippers on and was sipping a cup of coffee.
So far, this was not looking good or bad for me. Mom and I made small talk. Both of us were waiting for the other to make a move. I guess mom finally got frustrated and muttered, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," and sharply untied the belt of her robe. She took a step closer to me and her robe parted halfway. I could clearly see that she was wearing a lovely forest green panty and bra set. The top half of her bra was made of lace and the bottom half was made of an intricate pattern of silk roses. Her bra did not offer much support and her breasts sagged beautifully. Moms' panties were silky smooth. They weren't granny panties and they were not bikini bottoms either.
Her stomach moved and jiggled just slightly with each breath. Moms' thick thighs were slightly parted. Her legs were freshly shaven and had a light brown sheen of summer. I seared this vision into my memory. "Show me how you love your mother," she whispered to break the silence. Standing less than three feet away from her I dutifully slid my pants down. She nodded her approval as I fisted my fully erect cock.
Stroking my cock, I started talking to my mom in a guttural voice that I had never heard before, "you look so beautiful and I love you so much. I love looking at your breasts as I pump myself. I love being this close to you and showing you how grown up I am." Mom let out a soft, but audible moan. For the first time since this new relationships of ours started, she touched herself on the outside of her panties.
Ever so lightly, she rubbed herself as she wantonly moved a step closer to me. Now she was two feet away. I could smell her perfume and if I had the courage, I could reach out and touch her. Instead I focused on watching my mom acting like a beautiful woman from a movie as she ran two fingers up and down the middle of her panties. A tiny wet spot appeared and slowly grew. I wondered what kind of pussy my mom had. Were her lips big and meaty? Were they small and sensitive? I was now determined to find out.
Mom shrugged the robe off of her body in one quick motion. My hand was making that soft slap-slap-slap-slap sound as it worked its way up and down my thick and throbbing shaft. Mom moved one step closer. She was a foot away and reached up to put her hand on my shoulder. I could feel her breath in my ear as she leaned in and touched my head with hers. Mom whispered, "I am touching myself for you because you are the sexiest man I know." With a light touch and squeeze of her hand on my body I came like a possessed fiend. Globs of cum leapt from the inside of my balls to my moms' stomach.
Mom stood there with a sly smile as she rubbed the sticky-warm fluid into the soft skin of her tummy. "Thank you," she murdered with a sly grin on her face.
The next few days were rough because dad took a little extra vacation time to spend tinkering around the house. There was no alone time to spend with my mom. We didn't even have time to talk about how much we both enjoyed our last "experience." I was trying my best to keep busy with life, keeping up with friends, working, and just trying to enjoy my summer. I was walking around with a constant hard-on. To keep my mind busy, I sat down at my computer. I casually checked my email and found a letter addressed to me from my mother:
Dear Monkey-Bear: (a love-name my mom always used for me when I was little)
Yesterday was a wonderful morning I can remember. Watching you masturbate was one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed. Everything about you, from the loving look in your eyes to the way you move your young hips is sexy. Last night, was one of those rare nights when your father wanted to make love. Maybe the spark of my sexual interest is rubbing off on him. I happily obliged him, only so I could imagine you in his place. I should not be telling you this, but in the dark, I only wanted you. With my eyes closed and your father above me, I became more and more excited. With his member slipping in and out of me, I wanted you and no one else. I don't know what will happen next between us or how much we will actually explore, but I am looking forward to the future.
Love,
Mom
If I could not play with my mom, this was the next best thing. I had to respond so that mom's desire would not die out. I thought of a moment and began typing:
Dear mommy:
Thank you so much for your loving letter. As your note settled into my brain, I became so joyful that you would think of me during such an intimate time. It makes me both happy and frustrated to know that last night you were having sex just down the hall from my room. It's taking an eternity for dad to go back to work and I have a great need just be near you. Here is what I propose: meet me tonight at one in the morning in the basement. At least this will give us a chance to talk more. If you think you can meet me, slip this phrase into a conversation, "tomorrow, I am going to get my nails done."
Your Loving Son
I had to leave the house to work and spend time away. The tension was getting too much. I came home in time for dinner. During supper the whole family began discussing the day. I casually posed a question about what mom and dad were doing the next day. Dad gruffly reported that he would be home installing a new garbage disposal in the kitchen. Mom nonchalantly described a pretty bland day of shopping, errands and a trip to the manicurist. Did I really hear, "tomorrow I am going to get my nails done?" I did. My heart soared and I could feel my pulse quicken. I was so excited that I felt like I might have a heart attack.
The rest of the evening moved in slow motion. It seemed like my dad would never go to bed, even though he rarely stayed up past eleven. I tried to read. I tried to watch a movie, but I could not focus. At midnight, I sat in my room, too afraid to make a peep. At a quarter to one, I tip-toed to the basement leaving the door slightly ajar. Not wanting to make even a sound, I waited in the semi-dark in my own royal blue bathrobe. Underneath I was naked. The floor creaked just a bit as my mother made her way down the stairs. I met her at the bottom. No words were spoken. She was wearing her big fluffy-extra comfy robe. Mom and I kissed.
It was the most passionate kiss of my young life. It was like our lives were depending on our lips pleasing each other. I hugged my mom close as we made out. My hands ran down hair long hair and little moans were uttered by both of us. Kissing mom felt like being home. After I don't know how long, mom broke our embrace. She spoke, "under my robe I am wearing a silky chocolate brown bra and panty set. When I take my robe off, you can choose which you want me to remove." Mom must have been kidding, there was no way I could make that type of decision, but she was forcing me to choose. To stall, I moved in for more kissing. Mom eagerly let me ravish her with my mouth and tongue again. I nibbled on her earlobe and caressed her back.
She pulled away sharply, "What will it be, big boy?"
The pressure was too much and I stammered, "your bra, please."
Effortlessly, mom undid the sash of her robe as she had done for me a few days ago. In a short shrug of her shoulders, she was wearing only her bra and panties. Almost frozen, but not totally, I moved in to kiss mom again. This time I could feel her warm, soft skin as my hands roamed her back. Mom sucked my tongue into her mouth like she had not eaten for days. Breaking our lip-lock, my mother took a step backwards, smiled devilish at me, took off the shoulder straps of her bra, and finally unhooked herself. Anticipation loomed as the shinny bra momentarily clung to my mom's chest against the forces of gravity. When it finally fell away, I found myself staring straight at a masterpiece. As I suspected, her breasts had a good deal of motherly sag and her nipples were large-eraser pointy protrusions. Moms' areolas were light and the size of a silver dollar. Those breasts once gave me nourishment and are now giving me pleasure. I had to take another mental picture so that I could store this image forever. Being so inexperienced, all I could do is gaze instead of touch.
