I woke up to sunlight streaming in the windows and a raging hardon from the memories of last night. It was Saturday, and I was just shifting to lay on my back, cock in hand, when there was a soft knock at the door. I threw a sheet over me, but stayed on my back, the sheet tenting over the tip of my cock. "Come in!"
She opened the door, "Good morning, sweetheart." She smiled. She wore a white blouse tied off at the waist and grey sweat pants. While she wasn't dressed to be sexy, the swell of her breasts pressing against the shirt drew my eyes and for a moment I remembered them as I had seen them last night, bare and slightly swaying. I couldn't help myself as my eyes panned down, noticing the bare flesh along her waist where shirt refused to meet her pants waist. The pants weren't tight, but suggested the curve of her hips. All of this I saw in an instant, and if it was possible it made me harder.
"Morning," I smiled back, arching my body as I yawned.
Her eyes quickly travelled to the tented sheet. She inhaled deeply, her lips parting slightly as she slowly walked toward me, her smile fading. She took a faltering step toward me, then stopped and wrapped her arms about her waist, inhaling deeply. "Robert." pause, "I'm worried about last night." She hesitated a moment, then sat beside me.
I felt like such an ass! I moved over, trying to make my boner less obvious.
She sighed, "It's things like that. I shouldn't worry about whether to sit beside you or not, but last night changed things between us." I waited. She took a deep breath and went on. "I never thought I'd have to deal with this. It just never occurred to me." She bowed her head, her hand moving to rest on her lap. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued, "Last night, I watched you together." She swallowed, "I was ... caught up in watching you both, then Josephine reacted to you, and ..." she stared at her hands, " ... then we have today."
Wow! I watched her for a moment, her head still bowed. I sat up and reached out to put my hand gently under her chin and nudge it up so that she was looking at me, "I'd be stupid to insist that I understand all you're going through." I looked at her, being very careful to keep my eyes on her face and bringing my hands to my side. "I can tell you a few things, though. I'm not an impressionable young child; I'm eighteen and in another month I'm off to college." She opened her mouth to speak, but I raised my finger. She stopped. Waited.
"I know enough to know that last night isn't 'normal', but I don't think it matters, Mom." I continued quickly, "I don't feel scarred by last night, and I'm pretty sure Josephine isn't either. I think you helped us both a lot last night," I smiled, "and for a while, you were pretty relaxed yourself afterword."
"But that's what I'm ..."
"Hold on, Mom. I'm not finished." I wasn't rude, and she let me go on. "I still love Josephine, and I still love you. In some ways, I love you both differently. Others ..." I shrugged. "But it doesn't change the fact that I love you both, one way or the other." She smiled at me. It was a slow smile, like she was thinking things through, but it was a smile.
"You're right that it changed things. I can't stop looking at you as a woman, and not just my Mom. You're beautiful! I'd have to be blind not to see it, and ... well ... there's parts of me that REALLY like that."
And I stopped. It was one of those conversations which I knew was either going to be well received or dig the ditch deeper. I watched her, watching me. I didn't try to suggest anything, didn't try to move. I just sat there with what I hoped was a gentle smile on my face and awaited the outcome..
After a moment, her smile brightened even as I saw tears in her eyes. She leaned forward and her arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. She cried, but I could tell that she wasn't sad, but relieved. She lay her head on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck. "I believe you," she whispered into my neck. "I was so worried about everything, and last night after I got back I was up so late, worrying." I hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her warm body against mine.
Other parts of me enjoyed it as well, as my cock was once again coming to attention. I felt her inhale deeply, then release a throaty sigh, "You smell so much like your father," her voice was husky as she shifted, her face now in gentle contact with my neck. I could feel her eyelids flutter against my neck and it tickled and was arousing as hell! She kissed me softly on the neck, her right hand sliding gently over the skin of my arm. I glanced down and my fleshy pole was bobbing under the thin bed sheet. She kissed me again, her lips softly grazing my jaw, my cheek. I was so turned on, and my breath was coming faster. She pulled away, her face still only a foot away from mine. Her eyes searched mine, darting left and right. "I ... It's been so ..."
"Shhh", I leaned forward. I pulled her to me gently, and she didn't resist. I kissed her gently on the lips and she responded, hard, her mouth opening, her tongue darting between my lips and into my mouth, teasing past my teeth and playing with mine. Her hand quickly traveled down my chest, under the blanket, where she took a firm grasp of my cock.
I inhaled shakily, hardly able to handle the sensation of her hand once again on my cock. She broke our kiss and pulled back again. I could see the heat in her eyes, her face flushed and her moist lips parted. She pulled on my cock as she leaned forward, her lips at my ear. I felt her tongue flick out, licking into my ear. Closer, and then she was nibbling on my ear lobe. I could hear her breathing, heavy, her breath hot on my skin. She slid her hand back down to the base of my cock, "I just want to taste your cock again," she breathed into my ear as she slid the sheet off.
I trembled with each sensation as she pressed against me. I wasn't really thinking as I brought my hands up to touch her breasts; I couldn't. Her hand was traveling up and down my pole, but when I started feeling them through her shirt she moaned low, her right hand on my cock slid up to the crown and smeared the drops of pre-cum that she'd milked all over the head of my cock while her left unbuttoned her shirt. I fumbled, trying to help her, and she let me, until I was caressing the soft bare flesh of her tits. She playfully slapped my hands away, her smile hot and seductive as she leaned forward and took my nipple in her mouth. The sensation was electrifying as she sucked at my nipple, then gently surrounded it with her teeth.
"Uhnhhh!" A grunt was the best I could do, and it was loud. She quickly travelled down my body, her lips and tongue and the hot soft flesh of her breasts leaving fire in every inch of skin they touched, until she rubbed her soft cheek against the shaft of my meat. I was so sensitive I yelped.
I looked down at her and she looked back at me, her face against my cock, and she smiled, but it wasn't Mom smiling at me, it was a woman hungry with heat. Watching me, she raised herself slightly until she was able to rub her lips against the rim of the helmet of my cock. She inhaled again, taking in my scent, then she opened her lips and slowly licked the precum that was running from my tortured cock. I moaned loudly as her lips gently surrounded the head, sliding down along the skin, her tongue tickling around the underside rim. She sucked on the head, slightly, then pulled up, her tongue licking my fleshy lolly pop. She did it again, going deeper each time.
I could feel the cum quickly building up, as I'd already been pretty close just from her kisses. I tried to tell her how close I was, "Ah ah ah", and she plunged down along the length of my cock, her nose pressed against my crotch. I felt a bump as she slid me down her throat and then the tight wetness was all it took and my cum shot down her throat. She quickly pulled up, her hands jacking on my cock as she sucked and swallowed, taking all of my cum, milking my cock for all she could get.
After a few minutes I was spent. She released my cock from her mouth with a slight pop as my wet sensitive cockhead pulled from her lips. She kissed it, sucking again to catch the last bit from the tip, then took her hands from it. I watcher her swallow again, then she shifted and came up to me, her lips still wet from cock-sucking. She leaned forward and kissed me again, and I tasted a residual saltiness that I assumed was the last of my cum in her mouth. Her breasts pressed against me, and then she leaned back, her eyes closed. "That was nice," she purred, then opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. Her chest heaved, the soft flesh of her breasts swaying.
I reached out and caressed the soft underside, my thumb absently brushing against the nipple which poked from the smooth flesh. She shivered slightly, then took my hand from her breast and gently kissed my palm. "That's enough," she said, gently placing my hand back on my chest. She started to matter-of-factly button her shirt and as she looked up my disappointment must have been obvious. "For now," she laughed softly, then leaned forward and tousled my hair, making a point of briefly pressing her chest into my face before quickly pulling back. "C'mon, Sport! We've got chores to do!" And with that she closed the door.
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