Note to readers: This being the third chapter it may be hard to come in cold, please read 1 and 2 and I hope you enjoy. Thank you.
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A thunderstorm was coming. Rolling in from the sea and illuminated by the city lights, the clouds looked heavy and menacing. Yet they were all bluster, there would be no rain, no damage. The real hurricane was named Amanda and she was approaching from the west. If she took the company's jet she'd be here in the morning. More likely it would be commercial, business class and early afternoon when she darkened our door.
I sat with my head rested against my mother's bare stomach as she stood between my spread legs out on the balcony. She casually stroked the back of my head and I in turn caressed the backs of her stockinged legs. It was all she wore. Her smooth pubic mound merely inches below my jaw, I looked up through her cleavage at her caring, reassuring face now smiling down at me.
"How can you be so unfazed?" I asked, "She could ruin everything."
"She can't ruin us, she won't change the way I feel about you Daniel," she replied, still stroking my hair.
"I know, nor me but my job, your job. We.." She cut me off mid sentence.
"From what I've learned about you tonight honey, you can get another job," she interjected. "It won't come to that though, I'm sure it'll all work out."
From such small actions, such large consequences can occur. One kiss at a basketball game and what had seemed to be the perfect evening had turned into potential disaster, how could my mother be so nonchalant?
Mother broke the hold between us and walked to the rail of the balcony. Looking out at the electricity laden clouds she continued, "And I won't let this night be ruined by anyone Daniel."
She grasped the rail with one hand and leaned her body forward, presenting her bottom to me. With the other hand she reached behind and spread her right cheek, providing an unrestricted view of her anus and glistening vagina. "Now come and show your mother how much you love her baby!"
It wasn't an invitation, it was a demand and I needed no further prompting. I crawled to her behind and took over the spreading of her bum cheeks, allowing her to clasp the rail with both hands. Her feet spread shoulder width, I had easy access to her sex and began by kissing then sucking the hood over her clitoris. My tongue found her jewel and began it's rhythmic stimulus, my nose pressed firmly between the folds of her labia.
"My ass Daniel. Lick mommy's ass!" She implored and I responded, slurping my way up to her tight little sphincter and poking my tongue inside. "Mmm, you like that don't you baby? You love licking mommy's bumhole!" I didn't reply but instead responded by pressing my index finger to her opening and slid it deep, replacing my tongue which went back to feeding from her pussy.
My finger deep inside her ass and my face in her cunt I pulled my throbbing cock from the fly of my pants and began jerking off. She must have been watching me from above as she almost shouted down at me, "Oh yes Danny wank your dick. Wank for Mommy, baby."
This couldn't go on. I was so horny I felt with a few more strokes I'd cum and waste my sperm all over the floor of the balcony. Mom must have sensed it and calmly spoke down to me, "Put it in my ass son!"
I'd heard correctly. My mother was asking me to fuck her in the ass. I don't know about you, but I do what my mother tells me. I stood to attention and holding my penis, slid it's head and engorged length through the outer folds of my mom's wet pussy for lubricant. When the tip of my cock made contact with her anus I watched as she puckered it out as though it were a mouth, blowing a kiss to my manhood. Ever so slowly I entered my mother's asshole and she accepted her son's dick with a sigh, followed by a moan of pleasure.
I was unsure whether my mom had experienced anal before that moment but if she hadn't, she handled it like a pro. I pushed fully into her, only stopped by the contact of our bodies, then just as slowly pulled out. Her sphincter gripped my cock tightly as I swayed my hips back and forth against her supple buttocks.
Mom was holding onto the rail with one hand now, the other grasping at her breast and pinching on a nipple. Lightning lit up the city, closely followed by the crack of thunder. I stood her up to vertical and turned her face to me to enable us to kiss. Her tongue stuck out, I sucked on it as I masturbated her clit from the front.
"Fuck Mom, I'm gonna cum," I breathed into her ear and she squeezed her asshole around my cock as I flooded her rectum with shot after shot of jism.
I didn't want to pull out, so as gracefully as possible I lifted her and stepped the few feet back to the outdoor setting and reclined in an armchair, her on my lap, my softening cock inside her ass. Another lightning flash and boom thundered the sky. "See, that was beautiful Daniel and now you've provided fireworks. I told you nothing could ruin this night! More champagne baby?"
We took a taxi home the next morning. I checked my e-mails and call register and no one else had seemed to have seen the "basketball incident." We were both a little hungover and I was still fretting over the looming arrival of Amanda. Why my mother was still so dismissive of her relevance I couldn't figure but when she suggested we go for a jog together to relieve some stress and recover from the alcohol, I agreed. And why wouldn't I when I saw what she'd be wearing?
I'd forgotten many of the clothing items we'd ordered together online, yet the active wear I'd especially been hanging out to see. It was worth the wait. Her grey mid-calf tights clung to her bottom like a second skin and from the front gave her the most perfect of cameltoes. My mind harked back to the swimwear store and the young salesgirl. In comparison my mother would win hands down and as opposed to then, on this occasion I knew my mother wasn't wearing panties underneath. She wore a black sports bra and a light pink crop top, her hair in a pony tail, she could've been a fitness model.
Mom regularly exercised and was able to match the pace I set her. Mid-run we slowed to a walk to hold hands, talk and occasionally kiss, as other joggers and couples passed us. "Do you feel any better baby?" She asked as we neared a cafe and public toilet block. I placed an arm around her waist and drew her in alongside me as we strolled.
"A little Mom, but to be honest. Walking along with you, dressed like that. I just feel horny!"
"Oh Daniel, do you really think I look pretty?" She asked. Was she fishing for compliments?
"Are you kidding Mom? Look around, you're hotter than all of these girls," I praised.
"And you're horny?" She asked. Where was she going with this? I didn't have long to wait for an answer. Taking my hand again, she led me towards the women's toilets.
At the door she let go of my hand and walked in alone. After only seconds she returned, took my hand again and led me inside and into the closest cubicle. The door closed she pushed me back against it and went down to her knees pulling my shorts down with her. My hardening cock now in view, she wrapped her hand around it, lifted and began sucking my heavy testicles.
Footsteps entered the toilets and my mother looked up at me and placed her index finger to her lips in a hushing gesture. She then took my cock in her mouth and worked her magic up and down my shaft. Female voices exchanged laughs and then someone entered the cubicle adjacent to us and the door closed. I heard a toilet seat being lifted and then momentarily the hiss of her pissing into the toilet bowl all the while talking to her friend. I held the back of my mother's bobbing head as toilet paper was ripped from the holder and then a flush. The next women entered and the scene played out again.
The situation seemed ridiculous. I didn't recall ever even being in a women's toilet before and here I was, not only listening to the sound of these women urinating but also being given head by my own mother. The moment was too much and with the second flushing of the toilet I pumped my mother's mouth full of cum. I lifted her to her feet and kissed her mouth, tasting a mixture of my remaining unswallowed cum and her saliva.
"Now surely you're feeling better baby?" She asked.
"I am Mom. Much better thank you," I replied.
We'd showered and I suggested what I'd like to see Mom wear. White pantyhose without panties, a short denim skirt with white top and bra. Late afternoon I'd opened a bottle of white wine for my mother and I was sipping on a scotch. The black Mercedes pulled into the driveway behind my Range Rover and I watched at the window as Amanda eased her way out of the back seat. She mentioned something to the driver and he began backing out as she turned and approached our front door. I felt like a kid in school who's just been caught cheating on a test. Sitting outside the principals office, awaiting the punishment.
Mom and I both answered the doorbell when it rang.
"Ah, the happy couple!" Amanda stated and not waiting to be asked, entered the hall and made her way to the lounge. Mom looked at me, shrugged and we followed her into the house. Amanda was dressed in a tight, grey, high waisted pencil skirt with black stockings and heels. She wore a black leather cropped jacket which she removed to reveal a light blue silk cami, her blonde hair had been cut short since I'd last seen her and to sum up, she looked incredible. Divorce seemed to have treated her well.
Amanda took up her position, cross-legged on the couch and my mother joined her at the other end, leaving a respectable distance between them. To break the few moments of uncomfortable silence, I suggested drinks and scurried off to the kitchen.
As I returned, my mother and Amanda immediately ceased talking in a hushed tone and I wondered at the discussion that may have been taking place.
"Did I interrupt something?" I asked, handing Amanda her regular gin and tonic and my mother a wine.
"Small talk Daniel," Amanda replied. "It's what grown-ups do!"
Here we go I thought, let the fireworks begin. I took a swig of my scotch for courage and seated myself on a facing sofa.
