Happy Graduation

My family is wealthy so I grew up in a very comfortable environment. My late father was the sole owner of a large company and my family still owns the controlling interest, though the firm is run by management. My mother owns her own design firm and is a very successful businesswoman in her own right. Since my father's death she and I have grown close and I've made it my business to look out for her, though perhaps more than anyone suspects.

When I graduated from college three years ago, mom decided she would accompany me down to our family's sea side house in the Bahamas for a week-long celebration of my achievement. I arrived a few days early so during that time I hung out on the beach, drank beer, and girl-watched. By the weekend, mom had arrived.

Maybe I was just horny from watching all those girls but I was struck by how good mom looked. She was approaching 50 that spring, but looked great. Think of Adrienne Barbeau in her mid-40s and you've pretty much got the picture.

Mom gave me a warm greeting and changed from her well-tailored business attire to the more relaxed and appropriate shorts and tank top. I poured her a glass of wine and we spent some time catching up. Then she told me she wanted to take me someplace nice near the marina for dinner.

That evening we went into town, got a dockside table, and dined. It was fantastic. Mom was in a great mood, too; glad to be away from the stresses of the office for a while. After dessert, she suggested we stop by the yacht club for a little dancing. I had never been dancing with my mom before, but what the hell, I was game.

Mom showed off her graceful dance moves and I enjoyed watching her have a good time - it was helping me have a good time, too. At one point she repaired to the ladies' room and I ordered us a couple of drinks from the attractive waitress.

"Your girlfriend's a really good dancer," the waitress remarked as she took our order.

I thought briefly about setting her straight on the arrangement but realized it didn't matter so I played along and just said thanks. Then the waitress leaned over and smiled conspiratorially.

"Don't worry sweetie, I really dig older men so what's good for the goose. If I can have a daddy thing surely you can have a mommy thing."

I felt my cheeks blush but what she said was pretty funny.

"Sure, why not?" I replied. "Why not go for it?"

"My thoughts exactly," she said as she retreated to get our drinks.

Mom returned in a minute just as a slow number was cranking up.

"What were you and that pretty waitress talking about?" she asked me slyly.

"She thinks you and I are on a date and I thought about correcting her but let it go."

"Well then let's show her how it's done," mom said as she took me by the hand out to the dance floor and fell easily into my arms.

There seemed to be a couple of moments where she might have caught me glancing down at her awesome cleavage, but I may have imagined it. I tried to keep a discreet distance between us but mom kept pulling me closer.

She commented on what a handsome man I'd become and how college had really done something for me. That, plus her stunning looks, was part of the reason I tried to keep some light between our bodies; I couldn't believe it but I was getting an erection just from dancing with my own mom!

Finally she made no pretense about pulling me to her, she just did.

"Hold me close, sweetie," she said with a seductive smile.

"But, mom, it's not that I mind dancing with you," I said in sort of mock defense. "What will people think about us dancing so close?"

"No one here knows us. For all they know we're lovers."

I got flush with excitement to hear my own mother talk so frankly. Surely she could feel the stiffness in my pants as it rubbed up against her belly.

After an hour of dancing that had grown increasingly suggestive, we headed back to our villa. I told mom I was going to take a shower before bed; I needed to cool down from all our dancing and relieve the sexual tension by jacking off.

She told me to use the one in her bedroom since the one in mine needed some maintenance and she hadn't had the opportunity to call the repairman. So I grabbed a towel and headed off to mom's spacious bathroom. Within a few minutes she came in wearing a bathrobe, her dark hair piled loosely on top of her head. She set a glass on the sink.

"I brought you a Rum Collins for a nightcap, dear."

"Thanks, mom."

"You know, I really had a nice time tonight, Ethan. It's been ages since I've been dancing."

"Me too, mom," I replied honestly.

We talked for a minute or two more and then she made me an offer.

"Hey, how about if I wash your back for you?"

"Sure, mom," I replied, as nonchalantly as possible. I was sure she was only trying to help rather than come onto me, but I was nervous all the same.

I thought I would just back over to the door and she would reach in with a washcloth and wash my back. I did enjoy it when my girlfriends would take showers with me and wash my back. I held my face under the warm spray while trying to figure out how best to conceal my three-quarter erection, when I felt the rush of cool air come in through the open shower door. I turned to look over my shoulder and I saw mom, completely naked!

"Hello, there!" she smiled. "I hope you don't mind but I didn't want to get my robe all wet, and I didn't want to let all this wonderful hot steam out, so I thought it would be better if I climbed in with you. We can save water that way, too. You know, two for the price of one!"

I was really flabbergasted, but I also wanted to pinch myself, wondering if I was dreaming. I think she was actually enjoying my discomfiture. There were countless occasions since high school when I admired mom in her swimsuit or her exquisitely tailored clothes. Starting in college I had even begun to have naughty fantasies about her.

They began somewhat innocently enough where we're sipping drinks in a hot tub in our swimsuits; me in my trunks and mom in her moderately cut two-piece that looked like something from a 1950s pinup - very sexy! Then I graduated to fantasies that involved us being naked in that tub, talking about the birds and the bees, with mom confidently predicting that I would be a real ladies' man when I grew up, or mom offering to teach me the things I would need to know to please a woman.

The imaginary lessons started with some light touching and necking, but I eventually worked up the nerve to fantasize about having sex with my own mother. It took a while, but once I finally had the full-on fantasy, accompanied by stroking myself to an ear-popping climax, I began to have more elaborate fantasies and enjoyed them immensely, not ever suspecting that they could be lived out. I was content with that, but now, with mom standing behind me in the shower, both of us naked, I wondered just how far-fetched my fantasy life had been.

What was unbelievable to me also at that moment was how good mom looked. Every bit as good as I had fantasized. Her beautiful big tits were crowned with delicious looking chocolate colored nipples and areola. Her pussy was covered with a healthy triangle of dark hair. I love that far more than the shaved look so many girls my age have. Mom's look reminded me of the models that appeared in the vintage issues of Playboy that my dad had kept in one of the back shelves of his spacious study.

She came over to where I stood, took the washcloth out of my hand and the soap from the dish. Rubbing the soapy washcloth over my back, she placed her right hand on my shoulder to steady herself and me. She used that hand to massage my shoulder, causing my rod to quickly rise to full staff. My heart was pounding, my head was swimming, and my cock was throbbing. I couldn't believe this was happening! Mom moved a little closer to me and her right hand reached around in front to rub the hair on my chest.

"You are such a handsome boy, sweetie!" Mom whispered in a dusky voice.

Her breasts pressed into my back as she moved closer, and I could tell by the feel of her hard nipples that she was turned on by being in the shower with me, and it turned me on that much more. I closed my eyes and savored what she was doing. In a moment her left hand wandered down to my cock and she lightly stroked it. I opened my eyes and gasped in surprised, followed by a very satisfied moan.

"So that's what I was feeling as we were dancing," she said in a sing-song way.

"I couldn't seem to get it to go down since we've come home."

"Oh, no need baby. Mommy's got just the thing to make you feel good."

She turned me around to face her. Holding on to my stiff prick with one hand and pulling me to her with the other, we met in a deep, sexy kiss. At that moment I saw fireworks, and I hoped that mom would be just as much into it as I was because I was ready to have her. I had absolutely no hesitation or thoughts about the forbidden nature of what we were doing, and the absence of those thoughts in itself seemed odd, but very liberating.

After a few minutes of heavy making out mom dropped to her knees on the shower floor and took my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and back as she gave me a lusty blowjob. I would love to tell you that I held out for a manly amount of time, but I simply couldn't. The situation was so sexually charged that it was only a minute or two before I could feel myself explode.

"Oh, jeez, mom! I'm gonna come!"

She only increased her efforts. Practically sucking me dry, it was all I could do to remain on my feet as I felt my knees weakening. Mom pulled me out of her mouth and aimed my explosion at her neck and tits, before standing up and greeting me with an electric smile and a deep kiss.

"You are such a good boy, Ethan. I'm so glad we did that."

"Me too, mom. It was fantastic. Now," I said leading her over to the built-in bench in the shower. "Let me see to you for a while."

"Oh, and so sweet!"

I had mom sit down on the bench comfortably and spread her legs. I knelt for a minute as we swirled our tongues in a deep French kiss. Then I worked my way down, stopping at her nipples to suck and nibble on them, making them as hard as possible, before kissing my way down to her succulent pussy. I buried my face in her snatch and used my tongue to find her special spots. She was positively delicious. She panted and moaned. I had hit the bull's eye. Her legs splayed out instinctively, and with nearly every lick I was able to send a jolt through her body that caused her to spasm reflexively. I worked first one and then another finger inside her. It didn't take her long to climax.

"Oh, baby!" she gasped. "Gonna make mama come. Oh yeah, gonna come!"

I could feel her release as she grunted and groaned, moaned and gasped, coming in a panoply of sounds and pulsations that seemed to shake the shower wall. As she came down from her heights, I looked up and saw her staring vacantly toward the door, her brown eyes hooded in lust, her mouth hanging open as the last of her moans escaped.

When she finally collected her senses she looked down at me and smiled. Beckoning me up to her, I arose from all fours and knelt as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waste. She kissed me deeply once again and I swirled my tongue around hers.

"Oh, Ethan!" She managed to moan between licks. "That was exquisite, honey!"

"It sure was!" I responded enthusiastically.

With one hand she reached down between us and felt my resurrected boner.

"Is my big boy ready for more fun?" she asked mischievously.

"I am if you are, mom!" I replied.

"You're sure you want to be my lover?" she asked with some amount of concern. "Because if you have any doubts..." I cut her off in mid-sentence by planting my mouth on hers. "I guess that's a yes to my question," she laughed after another minute of passionate kissing.

She unlocked her legs and leaned back against the shower wall. Bracing herself with one hand on the towel rack above her head, she stroked my cock with the other.

"Come inside me, baby. Let's be lovers!"

It was all the invitation I needed as she slowly guided my stiff cock inside her hot and wet pussy. Now I have been with a number of girls my own age, but until mom and I made love in the shower that night I had no idea how good sex could be. Our pleasure was heightened by breaking the ultimate taboo. And yet once we had done it we couldn't figure out why there was such a fuss about two consenting adults having fun together. Nevertheless, society's primordial injunctions served not as a deterrent but an aphrodisiac.

Mom climaxed soon after I buried myself inside her, and I knew that despite having come on her tits just shortly before, I would soon be unleashing another torrent, this time deep inside her.

She was crying out, "Oh yes, love me, Ethan!" It was great hearing her urge me on. She could sense I was getting close and began to encourage me. "Oh yes, baby! Come for mommy. Let me have it, sweetie. Oh yes!"

And then it happened. With a long primal groan and several deep thrusts into her, I gave mom what she wanted in two or three long streams of white hot wetness. We hadn't come simultaneously but the sex had still been magnificent. I remained deep inside her as my cock slowly softened. We kissed deeply, sealing the moment with increasing intimacy and ardor.

It was done. We had broken the last barrier and rather than feel any guilt or shame we had in fact felt unfettered. Recovering, we rose unsteadily and turned off the water. Mom commented that it was so good it's no wonder society doesn't want us doing it - we'd never leave the house!

Taking the towels mom had set out next to my now-forgotten drink, we lovingly dried each other off and mom invited me to sleep in her bed, her only condition being that we sleep in the nude. I gladly assented.

Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke to discover that mom had my hard cock in her mouth and she was bobbing her head up and down on it. She smiled when she saw that I was awake and mounted me, riding, as she put it, her young bucking bronco. It was a quick but satisfying fuck and then we fell back to sleep.

We slept till ten the next morning and mom arose to make us breakfast. Dining on eggs and bacon on the back deck we looked over the ocean and enjoyed our food, especially in light of the change in our relationship. Mom wore a light blue silk robe with lace fringe that revealed enough of her world class cleavage to get me to notice.

We spoke candidly about what had brought us to this point and we were both pleased to discover that each had been fantasizing about the other for some time. Mom admitted that she had wanted to put the moves on me earlier, but hesitated, wanting to be sure I was willing and thinking it best to wait until I was an adult and out of school. That was probably wise, but I was a little disappointed that I could have been bedding her for years and hadn't. I resolved to make up for lost time.

After breakfast we went for a walk on the beach, hand-in-hand like lovers, occasionally stopping to share a passionate kiss. Not one of the few people who passed us on the beach that day would have guessed they were witnessing a pair of lovers who were also mother and son. We talked and laughed and just enjoyed being together. After lunch we got naked and soaked in the hot tub. It was ever so much better than my fantasies.

We spent that entire week having fun in the sun and in bed. We went out for dinner and dancing but always returned to the house for spirited lovemaking. Except for one evening when we took the family yacht out for an evening cruise. We anchored in one of the islands' lovely lagoons. We stripped and did some moonlight skinny dipping, and then later enjoyed a glass of wine up on deck, followed by sex under the stars. The next morning we rowed the dinghy to the little beach in the cove and had sex again. Mom said it was a fantasy of hers to be alone with me on a tropical island.

After a week of unbridled sin, it was time for us to return home. Mom had business to attend to and I had a job waiting for me at the family company. The plans after college called for me to live at my family's suburban estate until I could find a condo or apartment in town. After our tropical weekend, Mom suggested that living at home indefinitely was not the worst thing in the world, especially now that we were lovers. Even so, she recommended I date girls my own age, both for appearances and fun.

Through the miracle of the Internet we're able to indulge our passion for reading erotic fiction, especially stories involving mothers and sons, naturally. We were also able to purchase the box DVD set of the Taboo series with Kay Parker and Honey Wilder. We especially enjoy watching those films because the sexual electricity is unbelievable. It also reinforces the idea that what we're doing can't be all that far out if they're making movies about it. Obviously we're not the only people on earth who have thought of this!

It's been three years since that magical first night when mom and I made love in the steamy shower. We're still lovers and we still sleep in the same bed. For now, we're perfectly content with our "arrangement."My family is wealthy so I grew up in a very comfortable environment. My late father was the sole owner of a large company and my family still owns the controlling interest, though the firm is run by management. My mother owns her own design firm and is a very successful businesswoman in her own right. Since my father's death she and I have grown close and I've made it my business to look out for her.

When I graduated from college three years ago mom decided she would accompany me down to our family's sea side house in the Bahamas for a week-long celebration of my achievement. I arrived a few days early so during that time I hung out on the beach, drank beer, and girl-watched. By the weekend mom arrived.

Maybe I was just horny from watching all those girls but I was struck by how good mom looked. She was approaching 50 that spring, but looked great. Think of Adrienne Barbeau in her mid-40s and you've pretty much got the picture.

Mom gave me a warm greeting and changed from her well-tailored business attire to the more relaxed and appropriate shorts and tank top. I poured her a glass of wine and we spent some time catching up. Then she told me she wanted to take me someplace nice near the marina for dinner.

That evening we went into town, got a dockside table, and dined. It was fantastic. Mom was in a great mood, too; glad to be away from the stresses of the office for a while. After dessert, she suggested we stop by the yacht club for a little dancing. I had never been dancing with my mom before, but what the hell, I was game.

Mom showed off her graceful dance moves and I enjoyed watching her have a good time - it was helping me have a good time, too. At one point she repaired to the ladies' room and I ordered us a couple of drinks from the attractive waitress.

"Your girlfriend's a really good dancer," the waitress remarked as she took our order.

I thought briefly about setting her straight on the arrangement but realized it didn't matter so I played along and just said thanks. Then the waitress leaned over and smiled conspiratorially.

"Don't worry sweetie, I really dig older men so what's good for the goose. If I can have a daddy thing surely you can have a mommy thing."

I felt my cheeks blush but thought what she said was pretty funny.

"Sure, why not?" I replied. "Why not go for it?"

"My thoughts exactly," she said as she retreated to get our drinks.

Mom returned in a minute just as a slow number was cranking up.

"What were you and that pretty waitress talking about?" she asked me slyly.

"She thinks you and I are on a date and I thought about correcting her but let it go."