Chapter Two: Experimentation
Part 1
Mom and I showered together that morning, but didn't end up doing the kind of sexual things I wanted. Despite what you may read or see in movies, the shower can be a pretty poor place for sexual activity (at least if you're
in
the shower with the water running.) Mom confessed an eagerness to feel my cock in her mouth, but she wouldn't blow me there because she knew from her married years that the flow of water makes it extremely difficult to breathe. The spray tended to make most positions slightly annoying, usually ending up in someone's face, or else only covering one person, so that the other gets cold.
So, even though our bodies fit together like a perfect 3D puzzle – a flowing sculpture of sex and ecstasy – the shower was not well designed for our play. Maybe we'd get around to redesigning it one day.
As we dressed, we talked quietly about the day ahead. Mom was running late for her dance lesson, and I was going to have to hustle to make it to my class on time. I mentioned that I was going to try to meet up with Kimberly at her usual lunch spot to finally break up with her for real.
"Let her down easy, Kevin," Mom said, stroking my cheek and looking serious. "From what I know of Kim and what you told me last night, I think she deserves to be treated with respect and care. I always liked her, and it seems to me that you've both still got a lot to learn."
I stepped closer to my mother, and cupped her perky little ass in my palms; pulling her against my hard on. "And you're just the woman to teach me, aren't you?" I smirked. Our tongues met in her willing mouth, and Mom's pelvis ground slowly against me.
"Mmmm. I just might be." she said. "I hope so!" she added, giving
my
ass a squeeze. But for now..." This time she gave it a good slap. "We've got to go! Don't get home too late, I've planned a little surprise for you."
"Really?" I said, heading towards the front door with her. "My lessons are already beginning?"
"Mmnnoo. This surprise isn't a lesson. It's just a...well...you'll see."
"I trust you," I said, and I hugged her once more behind our closed front door, and kissed her softly; with love. Damn! I wanted to tear her clothes off, and fuck her right there and then on the floor. Instead, I released her, and we headed out to our respective days.
I suppose it's easy to understand that I had trouble following the lectures and discussions in my classes that morning (as a senior, I'd found ways to schedule all my classes in the morning.) My mind drifted over and over to my mother's sleek thighs, her hard little mid-section, her soft and firm rear end, those delicious tits, her graceful neck, sharp jaw, gorgeous green eyes over high round cheeks and framed by her long raven hair.
I thought of her touch, her kiss, the wet heat inside her. I thought of how she smiled when I squeezed her breasts and how she sighed and laughed as I shoved my hard member into her over and over. I was confounded by her overall graceful shape, the sharp sexy details I'd discovered on close inspection and her strength: It thrilled and amazed me that my mother, a forty year old woman, could have such a delicate looking frame and yet could support my weight crushing down onto it; could open up to my 23-year-old body's most powerful thrusts, and could arc up and beg for more. How could she be so sexy? How could fucking her be so perfect? How could this be my own mother?
So, yes, the morning classes were a blur. I forced myself to snap out of it for lunch time. I went to the coffee shop that Kim went to every afternoon. It was a local business (which was important to Kim,) the coffee was good and they didn't mind if she brought a bag lunch to eat with her coffee. Kim was already three years out of college, and was working for a middle sized PR firm. She was making decent money, but still bagged her lunches and lived in a small apartment "until I've paid off my credit cards and college loans" she insisted.
We'd first met at this coffee shop. She was an ambitious young woman, graduated at twenty two, and was already climbing the ladder at her firm. I wasn't exactly a slacker, but I'd taken on my mother's easy going attitude, and was scheduled to graduate only this year before my twenty fourth birthday. But we'd clicked. We had fun together, and the relationship had worked...
...Except for the sex. Kimberly simply radiated sex appeal; even this day I'd come to break up with her. Sharply defined musculature on the thighs were revealed by her short tan business skirt. She had flawless skin and a perfect handful of breasts on a lovely athletic frame. But in bed, she often had to stop me because the size of my dick hurt her. Over time this made her slower and slower to start, and she was less and less able to last. And, finally, a few days ago I'd given up on the whole deal.
When we first met we were both surprised at how readily we'd gotten along, how instant the attraction had been. Now, Kim was surprised to see me in the coffee shop at all. I apologized for being out of contact, but she'd been neither surprised nor offended. She knew that it was over, and was glad that I'd shown up to tell her to her face. Despite the sexual conflict, we still liked each other.
"Kevin," she said. "Y'know how when you break up your ex sometimes says, 'We can still be friends'?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm still kinda friends with one or two exes. Well, we're on friendly terms, at least." I smiled.
"Every guy I've ever dated begged to stay friends. I always said, 'Okay,' because I didn't know what else to say."
"Right." I said, nodding.
"I was never really interested in staying friends with any of them." She looked down at her sandwich, and then up at me. "But I'd really like it if we
could
stay friends; but I really mean it this time."
"Sure," I said finding that I really meant it too. "That sounds great."
"But we're really going to hang out and stuff like we have in the past, right?"
"Yeah. Definitely." She smiled, and I found myself smiling with her.
"Cool. Then you'll have to get together with me and Doobey and Brian and the rest of those guys for a few beers. We're all still friends."
"Ehhh," I wasn't crazy about seeing Kim's oldest friend Doobey, but I wasn't about to let that dumb ass effect my plans. Kim read my tone and my face, and shot me a don't-be-a-weak-little-punk look. "Look...Yes. Okay. Even Doobey, but not this week. I've got some things to...um..." I saw in my mind that little black strip of hair that ran down my mother's pubic bone. I could almost smell her sex. "...settle into before I can meet up with you guys."
Kim sighed with suspicion, her breasts rising and falling. She took the plastic spoon out of her coffee, put it between her strawberry lips and sucked the cream off of it. She wasn't doing it in any kind of sexy way, but I couldn't help remembering how sweet those lips could taste. "Alright. Next week. But don't even try to blow me off, Kevin. I said I wanted to stay friends, because I figure you can be a good friend to have."
I promised, and we were agreed.
She didn't ask if there was already another woman, and I didn't say.
I had three more classes to go before I could rush home, and see just how wide Mom's sinewy legs could be spread. I couldn't wait to see. I couldn't wait to hear her laugh and shout.
During my remaining classes I wasn't completely distracted by thoughts of incestuous joys with my mother. Kim's lips and thighs flitted through my mind on occasion too. I was able to go from there to concentrating on the lessons being taught by my professors...at least until I would break down and silently rejoice in the memory of Mom's tongue in my mouth while she squeezed the breath out of me with her arms and legs that morning.
I had to get home. I had to taste her skin again!
Her car was parked in the garage, but I didn't even bother to bring mine through the gate. I came home, thinking of sneaking up on her and ravaging her. I wondered if I was spoiling her surprise. I couldn't get myself to care about some surprise. I couldn't wait to see her narrow torso twist and squirm under and/or over me.
I burst through the front door, and was stunned yet again by my mother. The only sound in the house was my keys falling to the floor.
Mom stood smiling at me, perfectly still. She was decked out in a complete French maid outfit, including black high heels and thin black stockings held up by garters, which led up into a frilly, lacy and extremely short skirt. On top she wore an armless bustier; even one of those maid hats on her black crown.
She held a small silver platter with a frosty beer standing in the center; not unlike the erection in my pants. " 'Allo, master!" she said in a corny French accent, and then she began to walk slowly towards me; bringing each leg straight in front of the other, making her hips sway as if the front hall of our house was a cat walk. And she
owned
the catwalk.
"Master?" I said rooted to the floor.
"Just for this evening." she said, grinning and speaking out of character for a moment. Her green eyes danced over my face, and she took in the shock and delighted awe that her surprise had put in me. She stopped with the salver and bottle between us. "Maybe later tonight too. We'll see."
She winked and held up the beer.
I took it, too stunned to do anything else. This sort of semi-submissive role-play was a shocking jolt. Everything about it was completely contrary to the woman I'd known all my life. How many times had I, as a child, heard, "I'm not your maid, you know!" She was always eager to get me nice Halloween costumes, but I'd never seen her dress up in anything more exotic than a cocktail dress. She's always been proud – almost defiant – in her insistence that her womanliness be accepted on her terms. A few days earlier I'd stumbled upon her sunbathing nude, and it was this same proud defiance that prevented her from covering up.
And now she was waiting for me in a French maid outfit, calling me master and offering me a beer. I was amazed that I had enough blood in my brain and arm to take the beer she'd proffered.
