"Don't move, let it there, I want to feel it inside me." She whispered. And as much as my dick was softening inside her rectum the massage she produced with the rectum increased its intensity. It was unbelievable, beyond any description, what Mom was able to do with her rectum! In addition her sphincters weren't so tight to the extent of making my half-stiff cock uncomfortable while lodged in her entrails. When it was fully loose only the knob remained trapped inside her anal ring. Eventually I moved back, Mom unclasped her sphincters and my dick was free of its love prison.
I took Mom in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Once again she nested her head in my chest and I heard her giggling.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I was thinking about the fact I always was fond of young men. What I would never realize, even in my wildest dreams that I would end up in the bed with my own son!"
"And what is wrong with that?"
"You know very well what people's consensus on the subject is. Personally I don't give a damn; we are doing it and end of paragraph. It's like many other things; most of the people have a façade for the society and a completely different private life. One good example is your father and I. How many people would even conjecture about the kind of agreement we have? Just for one moment forget about everything that rules the relationship between mother and son and tell me: what is the difference between having sex with several men and with my own son?
Let's suppose for a moment you have been raised separated from me and didn't know I'm your mother. All of a sudden we met few days ago and without knowing our close relationship we fell in love for each other or merely decided to have sex. Let's go a little further and assume you become aware of the fact I'm your mother? Do you believe that there would be reason for desperation, feel guilty to death like in a Greek tragedy? I don't think so, maybe we might put an end in the relationship, may be not, depending in the way we perceive the situation. Providing we keep it under secrecy I believe it is only a matter between you and me."
"And when we return home, how it gonna be?" It was a question that had been startling me since the first time we had sex.
"I'm not sure. The only thing I have for sure is we need to be very prudent. With your father around we can't take any risk. Certainly we will have the Fridays but it would be very risky to spend the whole night together. Can you imagine if, for any reason, and it happened already a couple of times, he returns earlier than expected and surprise us naked in the bed? I don't even like to think about! And there is another fact we need to face: we both have our lives; expectations. You are young and certainly will be looking for girls of your age. I don't think that would be good for both of us to tie our day-by-day lives exclusively to each other."
It was a clear message: Mom wasn't willing to have me as her son and lover on an exclusive base. And believe me I understood her position; to be honest I never foresaw our relationship with a high degree of commitment. But on the other hand I didn't like to see it as some sort of 'summer adventure' that we would put an end to as soon as we return back home. I was determined to continue having sex with Mom as much as it was mutually pleasurable and possible. And I would need to work with all my skills to succeed.
I held her tightly in my arms and soon we fell asleep. I woke up at the dusk with Mom still cuddled in my arms. She immediately opened her eyes and after stretching our bodies while exchanging kisses we finally decided to get out of the bed. After showering we decided to go to the city to have dinner at sea food restaurant we had been to before.
It was another nice dinner that stretched for a long time. After that we decided to stroll in the almost desert promenade. At night the place seemed to be the retreat for young sweetheart couples who occupied the few benches exchanging hugs and kisses protected by darkness resulting from the combination of the leafy century old trees and the feeble illumination provided by few scattered light poles. The large paved alley bordering the river was almost empty since it didn't provide the same shelter as the square behind.
I put an arm over Mom's shoulder and she reciprocated by putting her hand at my waist. Like all other sweethearts around strolled easily the whole promenade. I held Mom by the chin and raising her face had begun to kiss her lightly on the lips. In spite of being already eighteen years old that was the first time I felt like flirting with a girl. Up to that date I had the two relationships in US. With the Dutch girl and the sergeant's wife; the first was special and with the second one it was merely sex. With the Dutch girl I went a couple of times to the movies but was some sort of friends partying together. Now this was something new for me; I was there hugging and kissing a nice girl notwithstanding the fact she was my own mother!
Anyway it was something new and wonderful and surely mother was also enjoying the moment. It was an unusual situation: we both knew that once back home it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to enjoy moments like that. There, in a small city, unknown by the passersby we weren't mother and son, we were a couple of sweethearts. Of course under the sunlight it would certainly look odd a woman in her early forties dating a teenager: but protected by darkness, no one could notice our age difference; we were a couple like all the others. After having fun at the city we rushed back home for another exciting sex session.
Nevertheless there was still a missing piece in our sex game: in spite of the fact that I had eaten Mom's cunt several times. She always demonstrated an unsurpassed pleasure in having my mouth sucking and licking the aperture that brought me out of her body to this world she never had even mentioned her intention of reciprocate that kind of pleasure. At the time, this was I believe, by the end of our first week there we were still in the process of discovering each other.
Mom told me later that her decision was to let me take initiative so she could see how far we would go in our sexual life. At my side I had a better knowledge through the letters Will wrote to Mom, but there was still the psychological barrier. One thing was what Mom did with other men; completely different was her willingness in doing them with her own son. It was just a matter of go ahead and to do the things, but at the time I hadn't the knowledge about Mom's opinion on the matter. Going back to the oral sex subject I decided to try to discover why she hadn't even touched my dick.
One thing I learned was Mom's willingness to talk about her past life when we were at the beach or in the bed, especially after a sexual session. I learned as well that on the beach she was more open to tell me about facts like her arrangement with my father, the problem with my sister, the men she had taken to bed or even stories related to her two best friends, the ones that shared Mom's fondness for sex. The moments in the bed were dedicated to more intimate subjects, always involving sexual activities and her adventures.
Along with the fact that she was then dating her own son, my mother was proud of her past adventures and didn't feel any embarrassment in telling them; and in me she found an avid listener to her sexual stories. Now, many years afterwards I have learned what I had at the time was some sort of audio voyeurism. At the same time her narratives, together with Will's letters were the safe guides for my sexual advances.
During the summer season it was pretty common for it to rain at least sometime during the early evening. It was a quick shower, may be half an hour and the soon the sun was shining again. One of those days we were on the beach and suddenly the sky became overcast and a wind blowing from the ocean got stronger and colder making our stay on the beach very uncomfortable. We hastily packed our stuff and went back home. By mid-afternoon it had begun to rain, not the customary strong tropical downpour but a light and cold thin rain that seemed to stay for a long time. We had our usual nap and when we woke up the stormy weather remained the same.
We were washing dishes after dinner when there was a power shortage and we suddenly were in absolute darkness. We spent almost a full matchbox up to I would be able to find one half spent candle in a drawer and I took a mental note to next day buy some packs of candles and a flashlight. To save the remaining few inches of candle we still had we decided to sit-down at the hammock in the porch. The air was fresh and at least we had some dim light from the cars passing along the distant highway.
