I thought I'd feel guiltier. I thought afterwards the idea of what I had done would make me sick. After all I did fuck my mother, and I fucked her good. The strange thing was I didn't feel guilty or grossed out at all. It was just the opposite. I was excited, constantly thinking about her and what we had done in the kitchen. It was like a new relationship with a girl. When you're all giddy to see her and sleep with her again. It was like that... with my mother.
Anyway, after I came the second time in the kitchen, all over my mother's incredible tits, we cleaned up and she told me I had no excuse not to study now and especially not watch porn on my computer. I went to my room and she was right about the porn but studying was virtually impossible since all my mind could focus on was the incredible set of tits and the even more phenomenal feel of my mother's wet hot pussy. I still was blown away by how it felt.
I forced myself to open my books, staring blankly at the words but no reading was accomplished. I don't know what Mom was thinking. We really didn't say much after cleaning up. I was worried she would freak out now, maybe even tell Dad and that was the worst thing I could think of. I didn't want our little arrangement to stop, not now, not after what we did and how good it was.
Around noon she knocked on my door, waking me from my daydreams. I told her the door was open and she stepped in.
"I've made you a sandwich for lunch, it's ready if you're hungry," she said, not walking in further.
She had been forced to change her clothing after our kitchen activates. Her skirt was soaked from both her and my abundant fluids. She was now in shorts and the same top as before that had been spared earlier when I took it off her. She smiled at me before turning to leave because she noticed my eyes drop to her breasts as she was speaking. I knew then that she wasn't going to change anything and the arrangement was in full swing. I wondered what she would say if I told her I needed more assistance already. Would she go for it or tell me I should be fine after the two giant loads this morning?
I let her go back downstairs before closing my unread books and heading down as well. The mention of lunch made my stomach growl, but up until then I hadn't realized I was hungry. Hadn't realized anything really except Mom.
On the table was my sandwich, chips and a drink. I sat down and began eating. She was at the sink and shortly came and sat across from me.
"Eat up, my boy needs his energy for all that studying," she smiled.
"Among other things," I chuckled.
"Yes, I'm sure you'll recuperate just fine, David. So young and strong."
"And how are you doing?" I asked.
"Honesty, I feel great, better then great. I can't tell you how long it's been, I forgot myself. It's like I've been reenergized. I knew I missed it but didn't understand how much until now."
"Good, see, this is working out good for both of us. Going to be awesome."
"I'm excited as well, David. But we need to try and act as normal as possible when your father is home. He can never even have a suspicion of what we are doing. He would never understand."
"I know, we'll be fine, he's too busy with work and whatever else he does to find out. Won't be a problem."
*****
The next morning I didn't have classes until later and slept in. Dad would already be gone and Mom probably back from the gym I assumed. Last night Mom and I acted perfectly normal and Dad didn't suspect a thing, just like I knew he wouldn't.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I wasn't in more than five minutes when the shower door opened and my mother stood butt naked before me.
"Care if I join you? I just got back from my workout."
"No... umm... sure," I stammered, staring at her hot rack.
I could see the sportsbra lines around her chest and waist from her workout clothing. Her nipples were slightly erect, puckering the areola. Her long blond hair still up in a ponytail. I moved over and she stepped into the shower.
"Wow, you like it hot," she said.
"You're just hot from working out is all."
"Yeah, maybe, she said turning the hot water down anyway."
I stood against the wall, watching her take her hair tie out and get her hair wet. With her arms over her head it made her already perfect breasts even better. My cock was by this time rock hard. I hadn't seen her fully naked in the kitchen and the complete package was phenomenal. This older woman had a rocking body from her long legs to her flat stomach to the before mentioned breasts.
"I should have brought my own shampoo, but forgot," she said looking at me standing shyly against the cold wall.
"You can use mine, its fine," I said.
"Want to wash my hair for me?" she asked.
"Umm, sure, I'll try, not used to washing long hair."
She looked down at my hardon and smiled. "You have no issues getting hard, do you?"
"Nope, none at all."
"Not like your father, Viagra doesn't even seem to help him."
I poured some shampoo in my hand, the amount I normally use but she told me to add twice that much and then turned around. I moved up behind her and began to run the shampoo into her wet hair. My cock was throbbing like crazy, as was my heart. Moving forward more I worked on her hair and my cock made contact with her butt. She reached backwards and took hold of it, making me jump slightly at her touch.
"I think we're going to have to do this quite often, David, to keep you from building up so much," she said stroking my cock behind her back.
"Mother's orders?" I asked, chuckling.
"Mother's orders," she returned, as stern as she could manage.
With my soapy hands I reached around her and grabbed both of her breasts, spreading the shampoo all over them. Her nipples hardened fully in my palms even with the warm water and steam of the shower. A moan escaped her lips as I twisted both nipples between my thumb and fingers. She sped up her stroking, using both her hands now. Shampoo ran down her sexy back, over her butt onto my cock and she used the soap to slide effortlessly over my hard shaft and head. I was in heaven, two incredible tits to play with while she manipulated my cock with her expert hands.
Suddenly she spun around, looking me in the eyes. Leaning back into the water she rinsed her hair as I watched her. Then she took up the soap and handed it to me.
"Wash me, David. Clean Mommy, like I used to bathe you."
Lathering up the soap I preceded to washer her shoulders, breasts, stomach and legs. Finally finishing with her sex and ass. With one hand in front and the other in back I ran my fingers over her shaved pussy and anus, opening her lips and feeling her excited clitoris. She moaned loudly as the washing became playing. Finding her erect clitoris I began to spin tight circles over it with two fingers as my other hand clawed at her pussy and tight rosebud asshole. Using the pad of my finger I experimented with her tiny hole and to my shock and amazement she moaned as I slightly penetrated her snug opening.
Who knows how freaky my mom and dad had gotten, for all I knew Mom like it in her butt. She definitely wasn't objecting to my finger. With my palm on her clit, I used two fingers to penetrate her hot sex as I still played with her anus, slowly working a little more of my finger inside.
"Oh, David, Mommy's going to cum!" she screamed out.
Her pussy constricted on my fingers as her butt pinched tight, pushing my finger completely out. Her legs shook as the climax washed over her body, drenching my hand again with her fluids. It was hotter than the shower water, slippery and thick. She grabbed my hand, pulling me harder into her, almost hurting my wrists as she forced my fingers into her body deeper.
"That's it, David, make me cum, make Mom feel wonderful!"
This woman was unbelievable, how she could climax so quickly and so powerfully, blew me away. She let herself go, almost falling in the shower the orgasm was so powerful. I steadied her, having to pull my hand out of her grasp and pussy. I held her securely as the last few jolts racked her frame. I could feel her heart racing and her breathing was rapid. She clawed at my body, shacking and moaning continually.
"Ohh, mmm. Yes, David that was wonderful."
"That was amazing, Mom. You're unbelievable."
"Looks like you helped me out first this time. I should return the favor," she said, gathering her breath. "Have any of your girlfriends every given you a blowjob, David?"
"Umm, just one... actually that's all she would do."
"Did you like it?"
"Sure."
"Did she swallow?"
All the while Mom was asking me these questions she had both hands on my cock, with the bar of soap, cleaning me thoroughly. When she cleaned my head the sensation was so intense I had a difficult time speaking and pulled away a little.