My mother went off to England for a week to visit her sister. It's been two day's since she left and I can't wait for her to return. It seems like forever when you're as close as we are; close as lovers for who've lived together for seventeen years.
I'm going through a box of snapshots I've taken over the years. When I started university, I took a course in photography and my mother was my favorite subject from the beginning. Almost all of them are your usual mom in front of this and mom in front of that pictures but there are a few 'others'.
I'm holding four of them and in a way they frame our relationship over the years. Of all the pictures I took of her in any state of undress, only two show her face. I always kept my promise about that.
The first picture is one I took during our first year together. Mom was getting undressed. She's in white panties and bra and she's stepping out of a black skirt. She's smiling at me. I am sure of one thing; there is only one smile like that in the universe. It says "I love you; everything is going to be all right."
Her eyes shine and the red lipstick makes her slightly open mouthed smile that much whiter. The auburn hair cascades to the middle of her back. You can see how full her breasts are but the unusually long nipples don't show through the heavy lace as they do when she wears the black sheer bras that make me crazy. A bit of her sweet round ass shows out of the panty's edge.
I took that shot about a month after our first time - which still amazes me because it evolved so naturally. There was no Sturm and Drang only a long conversation. We had lived alone together for five years after my father died. Basically what mom said was, "Honey, when you were younger I dismissed the way you looked at me as my imagination. Then when you became that sullen teenager that said five words in three years, I saw your eyes lingering on my body when you thought I wasn't looking. After the night I heard you masturbating and you said my name, there was nothing left to imagine; but it started me examining my own feelings. It's clear to me now what I want. I just have to know one thing baby, is this just a fantasy for you or do you want to sleep with your mother?"
I told her how long I had wanted her and she was in my arms. I was far from a great lover that first time but I made up for it with enthusiasm and the ability to get hard every time she looked at me. She made me feel as if I was good for her. What I remember most is how hot her body felt pressed up against mine, her nipples in my chest and the wet grasp of her channel around the cock that was so hard for her.
The next picture is one I kept in my wallet for the last year at school. My studies and seminars kept me from home a lot and I couldn't count the number of times I came looking at it. Mom is lying across the bed. I must have been on the floor taking the picture because it goes across the top of her body. Her head is tilted back so you can't see her face. She's wearing white stockings and shoes. Her feet are on the floor and her legs are open. Her bra is pulled down under her breasts, holding them high enough to see the full length of her erect nipples. My mother is opening herself for me and the slickness inside her pussy catches the light. This was the night we promised ourselves to each other.
We said that when I came home from school, we would never be apart again. We made her bedroom our bedroom and we kissed a vow that made us more than married. We took each other into our mouths and hearts that night and made 'us' out of her and me. I put myself deep down her throat that night and I was so turned on I tried to devour her cunt and clit at the same time. My mother's juices filled my mouth and I strained to keep from filling her mouth with mine too soon. Her tongue slathered my cock as the milky fluid seeped in anticipation of an explosive release. My mother loved me with her mouth that night as she would do with all of herself in the years to come.
I've made love to my mother so many times since then but I don't need a picture to remind me of how I came that night. I remember feeling her vibrate in a new way that seemed to run through all of her. It triggered her hands into an almost reflexive rubbing and pressing on my cock as I started shooting spurts of thick cum to the back of her throat. It was excruciating to feel her continued sucking as she swallowed jet after jet. My mother's love juices inflamed me more as she climaxed and I thought it was impossible to come that much for that long.
