It had been three years since that magical trip to San Diego where Mom and I became lovers. During a long conversation before I returned home Mom and I decided it was best if we never spoke of our tryst. At the time we both talked about wanting to repeat the mind blowing performance, but thought for the sake of our fantastic traditional Mother/Son relationship it would be best to return to normal if at all possible. We also thought it would make the next time that much hotter if we let the tension build. It turns out we were right about both.
It was amazing how easy it was to get back to normal for Mom and me. It was about a week after our hookup that we spoke for the first time on the phone, and the conversation felt and flowed just like before. We really have always had a fantastic relationship. In my mind there was nothing wrong with what we had done. There was nothing planned, it just happened. Two people in the right place at the right time sharing an unbelievable experience. I have tried to live my life in the moment, enjoying the most out of every situation. Spending three days rolling around naked with my Mother was just a continuation of that philosophy. So I guess I was not surprised that Mom and I moved easily back into the relationship we shared for 30 years before that trip. We spoke on the phone on a weekly basis and saw each other a few times each year on holidays or an extended weekend where she and Dad would come to Florida to visit me, or my wife and I would go to California to visit them. Just as we had planned Mom and I never breathed a word about the most erotic experience of our lives. The one thing that did surprise me was that I was not consumed by thoughts and images of that trip. No doubt feelings would surface from time to time, which sometimes led to fantasizing. A few times I pictured those events when my wife and I were in bed, or when I was enjoying some alone time. But those fantasies were mixed in with the rest of the things I had pictured during those private times since puberty. After a while I just assumed that what Mom and I shared was a one time thing. There was nothing to lead me to believe otherwise.
During one of our typical weekly chats about a year ago I confided in Mom that I was not happy at home. My wife Tina and I married in our early 20's and over the last few years we had fallen into a rut and had definitely drifted apart. It had gotten to the point where we no longer sought out spending time together. If anything we actively looked for ways to be apart. We started taking separate vacations, going out separately on the weekends, and I would intentionally extend business trips just to avoid what had become a really awkward silence in the house when it was just the two of us. On the surface everything looked fine, but something was different when we were alone. I told all of this to Mom and after patiently listening she told me that it was natural to fall into a routine with your spouse after a while and that if we were going to stay together both Tina and I would have to make an effort to change things. As usual Mom provided some sound advice. What I didn't expect was Tina's reaction when I spoke to her a couple of days later. To make a long story short, Tina said that she had felt the same way for a long time. I expected that, how could she not feel the same way as I did. What surprised me was that she told me that she had found someone else, and that they had been seeing each other for a couple of years. The news was not Earth shattering. There had been a few times on business trips over the last 5 years where I had hooked up with a coworker, so it wasn't like I had the right to be mad at my wife for cheating. Hell, I had fucked my own Mother during that time. Getting mad would have been a little hypocritical. During a two hour, matter of fact conversation Tina and I realized that we had grown into people who wanted different things out of life. When I told her that there had been a few women besides her over the years, Tina was not surprised. I think both of us were a little shocked that we were not really mad that each of us had cheated. It was pretty clear that neither of us wanted to continue the marriage. We decided to separate, and within a few months were amicably divorced.
Our families took the news way worse than either Tina or me. Everyone was supportive, but we had been together since college and had grown close with both sets of in-laws. It was a shock to them since we lived far from all of our relatives, and since they had heard of no marriages troubles to this point they all assumed we were the happy couple we appeared to be on our visits with them. My Mom was disappointed when I first told her that we had separated, she definitely thought of Tina as the daughter she never had, but she was always mainly concerned with how I was doing. Our conversations increased from about once to three or four times per week, and she would ping me with a Yahoo instant message when she saw me online during the evenings. Mom was great during the whole process, adding just the right word at the right time. Shortly after the divorce was final I called Mom to ask if it was okay if I came out for a visit. "Of course baby, you know you are welcome any time" was her reply. So I took a week off from work and booked a ticket to San Diego for the following week. Even though the divorce was as amicable as possible I needed to get away to clear my head and relax.
The trip to my parents house was just what I needed. I spent 5 days pretty much doing nothing. My Dad and I played golf a couple of times, and a few evenings were spent with some of my parent's friends. My Mom had intentionally left things unplanned for my whole visit since she knew I was there to relax. One evening after my Dad turned in early Mom and I spent a few hours talking over a bottle of wine. We talked about what went wrong with Tina and I, what I thought I wanted out of the rest of my life, and what my short term plans were since I was temporarily staying at a friend's house through the divorce. It was a great conversation, just what I needed to sort through all of the events that had just dramatically changed my life. The wine bottle was empty and Mom suggested I open another. When I returned to the sofa Mom's expression had changed. I instantly knew what she wanted to talk about, Mom wanted to know if what she and I did three years ago had anything to do with my divorce.
Before she started to speak, tears began streaming down her cheeks. I lifted her chin and said, "Mom you had nothing to do with this. Tina and I were not right for each other. We stayed together for so long because it was easy and comfortable."
Mom wiped a tear and said, "I have been kicking myself for giving in to temptation since the day you first called to tell me you were not happy at home." It took about 30 minutes but Mom finally accepted my answer that she was not the cause. I told her about the other women and that Tina had fooled around too. I hesitated on telling her about the other women because I didn't want her to be disappointed in me. To my surprise Mom wasn't surprised by my admission, "I'm surprised you didn't give in to temptation more baby. Look at you, you're a handsome, successful, fun young guy. Any woman would want to be with you."
The conversation had flowed continuously until that point, but Mom's compliment created an awkward pause. The same tension that hung in the air three years ago in that hotel suddenly filled the room. I began to look at Mom and undress her with my eyes. The images of those three lust filled days came flooding back. I was picturing her undressing me, and how great her body looked once her clothes were flung across the room. Picturing how her tits hung perfectly from her chest, and how they swayed as she bounced up and down on my cock. Imagining how great her mouth felt on me, and how unbelievable her pussy felt wrapped around my swollen dick. Mom must have been picturing the same scene, because neither of us spoke or moved for minutes. A random noise outside snapped us out of the trance, and suddenly I had no idea what to do. Should I make a move? Should I ask permission? I remembered that before our first time she said how much she liked that I was a take charge kind of guy. I was about to lean in and kiss her when Mom looked deep into my eyes and said, "I want this as much as you do but not with your Father in the house." My initial thought was, I don't care who is in the house, I want to fuck the shit outta you!!! But I realized Mom was right. As much as I wanted to pick up where we left off three years ago it was not worth the risk of our secret being exposed to my Father. Dad is a good man, what Mom and I shared is between us and for three years since that incredible time together it had not affected our family. If we could control ourselves now, and be smart with how we acted in the future there could be many more nights of ecstasy. Mom kissed me lightly on the lips then went to bed.
The next day Mom and I were back to normal, and the rest of my trip was relaxing and uneventful. I returned home and started to look for a new place. I decided to take advantage of the depressed real estate market and buy a condo in a downtown high rise. I had always wanted to live in one of the trendy downtown high rises, but Tina wanted a more traditional house with a yard and of course we settled for what she wanted. I got a great deal in a development we had actually looked at a few years earlier, and moved in to what I knew would be home for at least the next 10 years. It is a 30th floor unit with a great open floor plan and a tremendous view of the city, especially from the wrap around balcony. When I found the place I was very excited and emailed pictures to my parents and a few other family members.
Mom called later that day and was raving about the view and how amazing the place looked. Then she said something that instantly made me hard, "I'll have to come out there and help you decorate." On the surface it was an innocent comment, but both Mom and I knew it was an excuse for us to be alone in my house. I told Mom that I was scheduled to close on the house in three weeks and since I was living with a friend had no reason to rush into moving, so anytime shortly after I closed was fine with me. Mom said, "okay, I'll talk to Dad and let you know." It was the tail end of a brief conversation, but those few sentences were burned into my brain for days.
The following week I was on a business trip to Chicago and in my hotel room winding down from a long day and late dinner. After getting out of the shower, I was sitting at the small work station mindlessly checking my personal email and surfing the web when a Yahoo instant message popped up from my Mom.
