Saturday:
As we both recovered from what (at least for me) was the most wonderful act of lovemaking ever, Carol (my Mom) and I both realized that it was early afternoon and that we both needed to get out of bed. We looked at each other and smiled that smile that can only be shared between lovers. We went into the kitchen to finish the breakfast that had been left on the table after our decision to really become lovers.
I suggested that we go outside by the pool and get some fresh air. Carol changed into a modest 2 piece bathing suit and I slipped on a pair of running shorts/swim trunks. I mixed up a batch of pina coladas and we went out back to the pool. Laying out in the shade, drinking, talking...our new relationship seemed perfect.
As we talked (and drank) Kristin's role in initiating this relationship became clearer. Not only did Kristin want us both satisfied sexually, but she had an interest in me as a potential mate.
Kristin was about five years older than me. She had gotten married before completing college and her husband became very emotionally abusive. Her husband wanted Kristin to have breast enhancement surgery and Kristin declined. Her husband came from a wealthy family and Kristin didn't work and felt trapped in the house. After less than a year they divorced.
As Mom and I talked, and probably even before, it was clear that although however much we loved each other, and however great the sex was, this was not a relationship that would be tenable in the long term.
As the sun went down, we went inside, had a light dinner and Mom brought up the sleeping situation. I know that she did not sleep well since (and even before) my Dad passed, which was the reason that she was taking Ambien. Mom thought that having a warm body next to her in bed would help her sleep, after all, she had shared a bed with Dad for almost thirty years. She gave me a shy smile and said that it could only be sleeping and nothing more.
We sat up, (half) watching an old movie and sharing a bottle of wine before Mom said that she was heading for bed. I was seriously considering her proposed sleeping arrangement and of course, in the end, my little brain made the decision. The house was dark. I got undressed, down to my boxers, and quietly made my way to her bedroom. I was still waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but I could hear Mom already breathing deeply as if she were already asleep. I got in bed, carefully lifting the blanket to get under it and as I snuggled up against her, I realized Mom was totally naked. Not one to be out of step, I carefully slid my boxers off. The wine had its effect on me as well and before I knew it I was nodding off, but not before realizing my position. We were snuggled like spoons, with Mom's back against my front, with my semi hard cock pressed up against my abdomen and cradled in her asscrack.
I don't know if this happened or if I was dreaming. During the night, I felt a shift in our posture in bed. Instead of being bent up against me, my cock was out in front, and instead of in her asscrack, it was between her legs. I could feel the moisture of her cunt as my cock was between her legs and nestled between her cunt lips as if it were a hot dog in a bun. Mom was moving her hips slowly back and forth and my cock slid easily between her swollen cunt lips. I thought I felt her reach down between her legs and start rubbing her clit, as I could feel her finger against the tip of my cock. Then I felt her shift her hips again, so that the tip of my cock was starting to enter her cunt. At the same time as she was pressing the tip of my cock into her cunt, she was rubbing her clit and I felt her shudder with what was apparently an orgasm. Was this a dream? I still don't know.
