I slept in the next morning, unusual for me, but when I awoke I was laying alone, naked on the bed. I turned over on my side and gazed out the window for a moment before sitting up on the edge of the bed. My mind instantly recalling the events of last night when I saw my mother's light blue night gown lying on the floor next to my shorts. My cock begin to stiffen as I remembered the feeling of entering her, sliding in and out of her, pushing down deep within her as I'd filled her body with my cum. I reached down and stroked myself a couple of times, wondering if last night was a one night stand or just the beginning of a satisfying sexual relationship with my mother. I was hoping for the latter. I could hear my mom down in the kitchen of the old house as I stood, reached down to pick up my shorts, then went to my room. I needed to perform some routine maintenance on one of my tractors so I threw on an old worn out t-shirt and a pair of grease and oil stained work jeans and headed down the stairs.
When I walked in to the kitchen my mom was at the stove just starting to cook breakfast. She was wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts; similar to exercise shorts with the elastic waistband, but more dressy. My cock started to stiffen again at the sight of her ass filling out the shorts as thoughts of pulling them down and bending her over the kitchen table flashed through my mind. Instead of doing that though, I got an empty coffee cup and poured myself a cup.
"Good morning", I said as I sat down at the table and began to doctor my coffee with cream and sugar.
"Good morning, son" she replied as she turned to face me. "About last night", she said, "Last night was an accident, something that should never have happened. As you know, or at least I think you know, I haven't had sex with a man in the five years since your father passed away. The mood that I was in and seeing you naked, and excited," she said hesitantly, "was, well, I was weak, and I'm sorry."
"Mom", I said standing up and walking over towards her, "There's nothing to be sorry about. I told you last night that I have wanted to touch you, make love to you that way for many years. So please, don't apologize to me for last night. There's nothing to apologize or be ashamed of. For me, it was a beautiful experience and one that I hope to have again; and honestly, it was some of the most intense and satisfying sex I've ever had."
"Yes, it was satisfying, very satisfying.", she said. "But satisfying or not, we can't do that again."
I was somewhat disappointed to hear her say that but not excessively so. I'd had the most incredible night of my life last night. I'd done everything, or almost everything, I'd ever fantasized about doing with her, to her. So if last night was all I could ever have, then I was satisfied with that.
"Okay", I said with a smile. "What's for breakfast?"
"What would you like?", she asked.
"Just a couple of eggs would be fine. I need to do some work on one of the tractors and I'd like to get out there and get it over with before it gets too hot."
She fixed a couple of eggs for me and a couple for herself and sat down at the table.
"So, what are your plans for the day." I asked.
"I thought I'd run in to town and see if it's changed much since the last time was here."
Chuckling I replied, "Well, not much has changed. The hardware store is gone. The grocer on the hill went out of business. The auto parts store has been for sale for the past two years and gas station added a third pump. Other than that, nothing has changed at all."
We finished up breakfast. I headed out to the barn and she headed to town.
I got my tools out and crawled down under the tractor to crack the oil pan plug so I could change the oil. As I lay under it I wondered what it would be like to lay underneath my mom and watch her and she rode me. The thought of watching her large breasts bouncing as she slid up and down on me, her nipples swollen and hard, caused me to have an immediate erection. Thinking of having her lean over so I could suck her nipples while she fucked me took my mind off of what I was doing. I realized my mistake when six quarts of dirty motor oil poured out from the tractor and splashed on me.
"Damn it!" I shouted as I rolled myself out from under it.
I got some rags and wiped myself off as best as I could then pulled the filter cartridge, put the new one in and refilled the crankcase with oil.
Having finished the oil change I went over to the workbench and got my grease gun. Every grease zerk reminded me of seeing my mom's hard nipples last night. Every stroke of the gun handle, pumping the fitting full of grease, made me think of every stroke I'd had inside of her last night which made me pump her body full of my cum. Every turn of a wrench, every wipe of a rag, everything I did reminded me, in some way, of the night before. Finishing up, covered now in dirt, grease, oil and sweat I got the garden hose out and hooked it up outside. I needed a shower and it was hot enough by now that the cold water coming out of the hose would feel fantastic! I stripped off my clothing and threw them in a trash barrel I have in the barn. As filthy and soaked in oil as those things were they'd never come clean; probably ruin the washer if I tried.
My towel and wash cloth from last night were hanging on an old horse drawn hay rake and the soap was still sitting on a rock. So I turned on the hose and started to spray myself down. The cold water had an immediate shrinking effect on my semi-hard cock. I finished up hosing down then went inside to get dressed. I wasn't planning on doing anything else until after dinner so I grabbed a pair of shorts and another t-shirt then headed back down the stairs and back out to the barn to pull the tractor out. I was just crossing the drive when my mom pulled back in.
"Hey," I said smiling, "was town still there? Did you recognize it?"
"Oh yeah," she said laughing, "it hasn't grown a bit. Did you finish the tractor?"
"Sure did. I was just going to pull it out of the barn so I wouldn't have to do it later."
"Are you going out in the field?", she asked.
"No, not planning on it. Why, you want to take a ride somewhere?"
"No, not really. I just thought if you were going out, I'd go with you."
"Well, I do need to take a look at the north pond. There's some trees I want to take down but I'm not sure exactly which ones I want to take out. Let me grab a can of paint and we'll go take a look. You want to?"
"Sure, I may have an eye for landscaping." she joked.
I grabbed the paint and tossed it in the trailer I pull behind the tractor. Then backed the thing out of the barn and waited for her to climb in.
"I'm ready!", she shouted.
So we headed out across the hayfield.
"It's awfully peaceful here, isn't it?" she asked, as we stood in the shade of an oak tree that I'd trimmed up years ago.
"Yeah, it is." I told her. "This is one of the reasons I spend so much time up here. You get all stressed out from working day after day, putting up with traffic, noise, people everywhere. It's nice to be able to come up here and pretty much forget everything for a few days. The only noise you hear are birds and other animals. Two cars coming down the road in one day is considered heavy traffic. Actually, it's perfect."
As we stood in the shade of the oak, staring out across the pond, looking at nothing in particular, my thoughts drifted back to the night before. I stepped back so I could see her ass and I just stared at her body. I could see her bra straps through her shirt, the hooks and eyes of her bra, and I imagined what it would be like to undress her. My cock was hard and starting to throb. I came up behind her and slid my arms around her waist.
"No." she said as I pushed her long, red hair out of the way and began kissing her neck. "Last night was a mistake, we can't do that again."
"Did you like last night?", I asked, continuing to kiss her neck. "Aside from thinking about how we can't do that again, haven't you thought about how exciting, how sexy and erotic it was?" I asked.
"Yes, I have.", she replied. "And I will admit that it was very sexy, but it's not something we can do."
I pulled her tighter against me, my cock pushing up against her ass, and laid my head on her shoulder. "Why not." I asked.
"Because it's not right, that's why. A mother having sex with her son; it's just wrong.", she said.
Her words said it was wrong but her body was saying something else. My head still on her shoulder, my eyes looking down I could see the outline of her nipples pressing hard against her shirt.
"It's only wrong for those who believe it's wrong." I said, as I started to kiss her neck again. "If we say it's right for us, then it's right for us."
I started to nibble at her neck and ears, mixing in soft kisses as my hands slid up her shirt and cupped her breasts in my hands. My fingertips closed over her fabric covered nipples and lightly squeezed them, "There's so much more I want to do to you. So much more I want you to do to me."
While my left hand continued to massage her breast, my right hand slid down her body, slipping inside the waistband of her shorts and inside her panties.
"No.", she said. "Please, don't do that..." she started to say, but her words were replaced by a soft gasp as my finger slipped between the lips of her pussy and touched her clit.
"Mmmmm, you're wet." I whispered in her ear.
"Very." was her only reply.
