They say that sex can seriously complicate a relationship. That complication can be severely intensified when that sex is with a family member. Multiply that by a million when that family member is your own mother. Don't get me wrong, it was one of most powerful and beautiful experiences that I've had in my entire life. However, it makes hugging your mom at a family gathering feel a little different knowing that a few months before, your tongue was in her asshole...sorry for being so crass.
Truth be told, things got very awkward between my mom and I following my visit to her. Our next encounter involved a hug that apparently went on slightly too long because it caused one of my sisters to jokingly say, "Get a room you guys."
Obviously, she had no idea how significant of a comment that was to the two of us. Regardless of how innocuous that would have felt to my sisters, it put some serious tension between my mom and I.
Our interaction for the weekend was pretty minimal. We were there for her birthday. I gave her a gift that wouldn't indicate anything to anyone and we kept it very normal mother/son for the entire time that my sisters were there.
As fate would have it, my flight left at 9pm after my sisters both left in the morning. That ride back from the airport put us in a position where we could no longer ignore the elephant in the room. Being the obviously more mature one, my mom was the first one to speak, "This is what I was afraid of. I'm your mother and I should never have done something that could have jeopardized our relationship."
I responded, "It was both of our decision. I wanted to do it at least as much you did, if not more."
I placed my hand on her hand in a reassuring manner. She smiled, glanced at me, and then continued to look at the road. There wasn't much more speaking on our ride home.
Since we had so much time in between flights, we decided to watch a movie to kill some time. The tension between us had us looking like middle schoolers on their first "date". We were both on complete opposite ends of the couch. The awkwardness became too much and I tried to break it by moving next to her. She looked up at me and smiled. I put my arm around her shoulder, causing her to smile and nuzzle her head onto my chest.
Things seemed to be back to our normal mother and son relationship until the movie ended. Once the credits began to roll, it felt as though the reality of our situation came crashing back into both of our brains. I looked at her and she looked back at me. We were all alone so I gave into my urges. I laid a soft kiss on her lips just to test the water. We locked eyes after that kiss for what felt like an eternity. She then went back in and kissed me with an increasing passion. Suddenly, all of the tension melted away and we were off to the races.
I was really quick to get my shirt off but my mom slowed me down. She definitely made a show of removing her clothes. She stood up and took her time unbuttoning every button on her blouse. I began to salivate as her beautiful cleavage was revealed in the sexy black lace bra she had on. Though, what really got my blood rushing south was when she turned around and slowly removed her pants. She seductively bent over, giving me a fantastic view of her ass, which was only covered by a tiny black thong. I reached out and grabbed it. I even gave it a kiss. This caused her to turn and round and say to me, "Just lay back and relax, baby."
I did as I was told. She then proceeded to drop to her knees and start to remove my pants. As wrong as what we were doing was, it weirdly felt more right than any sexual experience I've ever had, including Sarah. It's not just how close my mother and I are, our sexual chemistry is just undeniable, not to mention the fact that she's one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. Watching her move was amazing. So much grace and sexiness at the same time. She had a body that should be impossible for a woman her age and a mother of three. Even her imperfections where beautiful to me.
Now that my pants were off, only my boxers stood between her and my intense hard-on. When she removed them, it popped up at an almost alarming speed. She smiled and exclaimed, "Someone's happy to see me!"
Probably somewhat red in the face, I responded, "Well, it's been a while since he last saw you."
She went from a smile to slightly biting her lip as she looked down at my erection. She then reached up and kissed me on the lips before saying, "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, mom."
After hearing that, she dipped down in between my legs. She licked along the bottom of my shaft before letting her tongue play a little with the head of my penis. After she was done playing around and teasing me a little bit, she really went to work. The warmth of her mouth and the skill of her tongue had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The feeling of her mouth sliding gracefully up and down my cock made me forget about all of the implications about what we were doing. I completely forgot that that mouth belonged to my own mother. I just knew that it felt amazing and that I didn't want it to ever stop.
However, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. I could feel those tingles starting to intensify and I knew I had to let her know, "Mom, I'm going to cum!"
"It's okay baby. Just do it," she said before going right back to work.
However, right as I came, her phone began to ring. She had to spit out my load into a tissue before she answered the phone. She gave me a seductive wink and smile before grabbing her phone. However, that smile was short lived as she looked at the phone to see that it was...my sister calling.
"Hi sweetie," I heard her say as she walked out of the room while wiping her mouth.
This was probably the biggest possible downer for this particular situation. It's like that call tugged both of us, though especially her, right back into reality. She came back into the room fully clothed and we agreed that we should probably head to the airport. Not much was said during that trip but I think we both knew that we couldn't continue like this.
Unfortunately, it was worse than either of us expected. Our amount and frequency of communication began to drastically diminish. In fact, four years passed with very little communication whatsoever and not a single visit in person. Even when Sarah and I got engaged, I told her about it in a text. I'm not proud of how things turned out but it turns out that taboo things are taboo for a reason. As good as the sex was, it seems as though we made a mistake.
Ironically, it was Sarah that lead me to get back in touch with my mom. Though, I don't want to give her that much credit because the reason was that I walked in on her fucking one of the band members that she was managing. As it turns out, this guy was not the only one. There were many other guys. There were even a few girls, which I may or may not have masturbated to the idea of it. But, that doesn't change the fact that she was cheating.
We were supposed to be getting married in just a few months so this had me in a very weird mindset. I didn't want to stay in the apartment where she had cheated on me so many times. So, I let her keep it. I didn't have a place to stay yet though so I moved my stuff into a storage unit. I stayed with a friend for about a week before I had an idea. It was the act of a person that is a little off but I went straight to the airport and bought a plane ticket. I decided that after four years of almost no contact, I would go surprise my mom.
As I sat down waiting for my plane to board, the weight of what I was doing began to hit me. So, like a mature adult, I drank heavily before and during my flight. In fact, on my last drink order, the flight attendant asked, "Are you sure?"
Somewhat sheepishly, I told her yes. In hindsight, she was probably right. I definitely didn't need that last one...or probably the two before that. I was struggling mightily to get my bag out of the overhead compartment and peed for probably two minutes straight when I got into the bathroom. Also, my uber rating probably took my hit as I was probably not the least annoying passenger on the ride to my mom's house.
As the car pulled up to the house, I could feel myself starting to sweat. It was the house that I grew up in but due to the most recent events that happened in there, it became a new place altogether. I managed to get up though and retrieve my bag from the trunk. My new friend, Brennan, then drove away and left me alone standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. After about a minute, I finally managed to get my body moving towards the front door.
I got to the door and, after about thirty seconds, I finally managed to ring the doorbell. It felt like an eternity and I honestly felt like turning around and leaving. However, I finally heard the sound of the bolt lock being disengaged. I wasn't sure exactly what I was expecting but I found myself utterly shocked when the door opened. Instead of my mom, it was Kelly, the waitress I met at the bar that I went to with my mom. In fact, we almost went on a date. I would just possibly think that her and my mom had become friends and she was over hanging out if it weren't for the fact that she was clearly wearing nothing but a robe.
"Kelly...hi!"
