Home Is Where the Heart Is

I was home. I think in a sense I always knew that I’d end up back in western Montana to stay. It was the circumstances that sucked. Ten days earlier my father and younger sister were killed in a private plane crash. The family came together from across the country and we buried our kin. Now it was just mother and I at the small ranch that had been on her side of the family for over a hundred years.

By way of introduction, my name is Chris, or “Christopher” according to mother. I am twenty-four years old, tall, rangy like my dad, and dark-haired like my mom. My mother, Karen, is 42 years old, tall for a female at 5’9” with medium-length coal-black hair. Mom is considered exotic, in that her skin tone is somewhat Mediterranean and in keeping with her Basque heritage, she tends to be hirsute. She definitely turns heads though; both men and women give her a second look.

It was tough over the next few months as mom’s emotions yo-yoed between normality and deep sorrow. She worked hard with me in trying to maintain the small horse and buffalo operation that my father had started. It was hard work, mostly outside and on horseback. There are always stock to move, fences to repair, hay and feed to move, vehicle and building maintenance, and so forth. I realized that my college education and two-short years as a high school science teacher had in no way prepared me for this kind of work.

Our house was tucked up next to the hills on the eastern side of our property, up against the national forest lands. We were probably 15 miles from our nearest neighbor and some 35 miles from Missoula, Montana. It really was a beautiful patch of ground, the house being surrounded by a grove of large, old ponderosa pines and Douglas fir. The house itself was wood construction, solidly built, with several bedrooms, a large living-dining room and river-rock fireplace.

I lay in bed at night and listened to the wind move through the trees outside my window, moving the chimes hanging on the porch. Sometimes I could hear mother sobbing in her bedroom. I knew she was still very much mourning the loss of her husband, my father, and her daughter, my sister. Hell, I missed them fiercely too. I still couldn’t believe that they were gone forever. It just takes time, I kept repeating to myself.

***

I woke up one spring morning, with the sun shining into my room. It was early still, which was good, because it really meant that winter was on its way out. It was getting warmer. Most of the snow was gone as I looked out the window while dressing.

I could hear mother downstairs in the kitchen cooking breakfast while listening to a Sibelius CD. I smelled fresh coffee and bacon and eggs. My stomach rumbled as I ambled downstairs.

I moved up behind mom at the stove and leaned down and bussed her neck. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?” she asked.

“Yup, I sure did, mother.”

“Want some bacon and eggs, babe?”

“After a cup of coffee, that sounds wonderful.” I told her.

“What are your plans today, Christopher?” she asked.

“Well, its time to move the buffalo from the corrals back out into the range. I thought I’d move the bulls first, and the cows later this week. There are a couple of cows that haven’t calved yet, and I want to keep an eye on ‘em.” I replied.

She served me my breakfast and asked, “Do you want some help? I am wide open this week; my shrink cancelled my counseling session as she is visiting family in Butte.”

“You betcha, mom! That would be great, it’ll do you some good to get out and you know how much I love spending time with my favorite lady.”

She blew me a raspberry, “Oh go on with you, I expect I am the last person you want to spend time with as I have been an absolute wreck these past few months.”

I set my fork down and looked up at her and said quietly, “Mother, even if you can’t see it, you are 100 percent improved, and there’s no one in this whole wide world that I’d rather be with now or ever – I really do love you ever so much, Mom.”

She came over and stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders and neck, “You really are so wonderful, Christopher. I honestly don’t know if I could have made it through the past few months without you. I certainly know that I couldn’t have kept up with this place.”

She ruffled my short hair, and leaned down and kissed my cheek with her soft lips. I could smell the faint sweet fragrance of her shampoo as her hair brushed across my face.

“I love you so much, Christopher. You are the best son that a mother could have.” She said fiercely.

***

We moved the buffalo several miles into the open grasslands. It took all day, and was hard work. It was still cool, so we were bundled up as we rode back and forth keeping the herd on the move.

I chose a nice vista on one of the bluffs and we stopped for lunch. Mother unpacked the saddlebags holding our sandwiches, water, and a thermos of coffee. I rubbed the horses down lightly and tethered them to some bushes.

We ate our lunches and lay back on a blanket enjoying the mild spring day sunshine.

Mom looked over at me, “Christopher, are you lonely out here?”

“What do you mean, Mom? I am not alone, I’m with you.”

“No, honey, what I mean is don’t you miss having a girlfriend around. I mean you’ve been stuck out here on the ‘back-forty’ with me for nearly six months now.” She replied.

I grinned and looked over at her, “Heck, mom, even living in Los Angeles didn’t improve my shyness. I didn’t have a girlfriend there either.”

“I don’t understand that, honey; you are such a handsome man. I am surprised that they weren’t falling into your arms every day.”

“Nah, it was never like that. When I was in college, I studied; and when I was teaching, I made it a point not to get involved with other staff members.” I said.

Hmm, a thought hit me, “Mother, are you lonely?”

She shyly looked down at the ground, “Sometimes I miss the male ‘companionship’ if you know what I mean.”

“Mom, I do know what that means, and I gotta agree, I miss that too.” I chuckled.

“But, darling, you just said that you didn’t have a girlfriend.” She queried.

I laughed heartily, “Well, that’s true enough, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t date, or every once in a while get lucky enough to get laid.”

I plucked a long stem of grass and leaned over and started gently tickling mom’s cheek and chin.

She looked over at me and smiled, and reached her hand over and caressed my unshaven cheek, “Ouch, someone needs to use a razor once in a while.”

I rubbed my face, “Yeah, I should have shaved so that I’d be presentable for my Princess.”

Mother giggled, “Am I your princess, baby?”

“You betcha, Mom, and you always have been, ever since I was a little boy.” I said softly looking intently into her dark eyes.

She leaned over closer to me and then slowly brought her sweet lips to mine and lightly kissed me on the mouth, “Thank you kind sir, you certainly know how to make this ‘Princess’ feel good.”

I blushed and leaned back, my brain swirling with emotions. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, even in the cool air my palms were sweating.

When I looked up, mother was packing away the lunch remains and readying herself to get back on her horse. I stood and folded the blanket, lashing it behind my saddle.

We rode back to the house, quiet in our own thoughts, but enjoying the closeness of being together

***

The wind picked up that night and it grew cold in the house. I stoked up the wood-burning stove and built a big fire in the fireplace. Mother was lying on the couch reading a book, a romance novel from the look of the cover.

I put on some music and picked up the latest mystery novel that I was plowing through. After several minutes I got up and wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey mom, split a bottle of wine with me?” I called.

“Sure, baby, that sounds great.”

I selected a nice bottle of chardonnay, uncorked it and poured us each a respectable glass. Carrying both glasses and the bottle, I walked back into the living room and sat on the end of the couch next to her feet.

I handed her the glass, and took a belt myself. It tasted very good. It went well with the mood I was in.

I looked at mom, who was back in her book again. She had showered when we got home and was dressed in a big fluffy terrycloth robe. I chuckled as I looked at the floor and saw her big fuzzy slippers next to the couch.

She looked up, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, Mom, it’s just those big damn slippers of yours – didn’t I get those for you for Christmas a few years ago?”

“Yes, you did, they are warm, and what’s so damn funny about them?” she asked.

“They are just the goofiest looking things, that’s all.” I snorted.

“Well, they are warm and comfy, and I love ‘em!” she shot back. “My feet are sore and tired after all day in the saddle with boots on.”

“Oh, my poor princess,” I fake-moaned, “Does someone need a foot-massage.”

Mom beamed at me, “I thought you’d never ask!” With that she plunked her feet and calves in my lap.

“Wait a minute, mom, let’s do this right.” I lifted her feet and stood up. I went into the bathroom and got some of her body lotion and came back to the couch. Her eyes lit up when she saw what I had fetched.

“Mmm, good idea, honey! This will feel heavenly.”

I poured some of the lotion in my palm and rubbed my hands together. I took mother’s foot in my hands and began slowly stroking and rubbing her foot and arch in my hands, letting my fingers knead and massage her tendons and muscles in each of her feet.

I looked up at her. She had stretched back and was leaning against some pillows, her eyes were closed. I could tell she was very content.

“Mmm, baby, that feels sooo good, mmmm…” she sighed.

I spent fifteen minutes rubbing her feet and then moved up each leg to her calves. She groaned and sank deeper into the couch.

I moved the hem of her robe up to her knees. She reached down and grabbed the robe and bunched it up into her lap, exposing the length of her sexy legs to me. I poured more lotion and began to gently but firmly rub and massage her legs.

“Mmm, you could spoil me like this, Christopher.” She groaned.

“Mom, you deserve it, I should do it more often.” I made a note to myself that that was an extremely good idea.

After several minutes I let my hands wander up and down her legs and onto her soft thighs. She just groaned and slightly separated her legs. Where I was sitting, down by her feet, I had an unimpeded view up her crotch under the robe. My god! Mom wasn’t wearing any panties and her thick full dark-haired pubic patch was in full view.

I kept rubbing her thighs, up and down, up and down. Her legs spread wider as I traversed up and down the length of her legs and thighs with my oily hands.

I too had taken a shower and changed when we got home, and I now had a problem. The sweat pants that I had put on did nothing to mask the steel-hard erection I had developed. If mother looked at my crotch, I was gonna be in trouble.

I slid off the couch and moved up along her reclined body and continued to stroke and rub her legs and thighs. Mom just moaned and sighed as I kept it up.

Mother’s hands went to her waist. She slowly untied the belt holding the robe closed and then slowly separated the robe baring her nude body to my gaze.

I couldn’t take my eyes from her beautiful sexy body, stretched out on the couch next to me. My eyes traveled up her long legs and thighs to her beautiful thickly-furred vagina, her gently rounded tummy, to her big full breasts, each tipped with a gorgeous dark areole. Finally, my eyes moved up to my mother’s face. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire as she looked at my face.

“Come here, darling, come here, my darling.” She said huskily.

I moved up beside her, looking down on the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.

“I love you, Mom, I love you.” I said.

“I know you do, Christopher, now kiss me.” She replied softly.

I slowly leaned down realizing that this was a huge step for both of us, that once done was irretrievable. I paused, gazing intently into her eyes.

She whispered, “I know, baby, I know; it’s alright, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mother, it does, it really does…” I whispered back, never taking my eyes from hers.

Slowly we came together, our lips softly connecting, wet, sticking together; warmth flooded my mouth as I tasted my mother’s lips with mine. A wave of love and longing washed through me, through my heart and to the depths of my very soul. God, how I loved and desired this woman – my mother.

All of the sudden the moths of pent up passion and lust struck both of us simultaneously, our lips swirled together, tongues searching, probing as we kissed each other. My hands reached around my mother and I clasped her to me as I kissed her. I stroked her back, her neck, the sides of her face, her soft hair as I made love to her mouth with mine.

She whimpered and moaned as we kissed her hands feverishly stroking and rubbing my chest and face. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed each other.

I kissed her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, and her sexy nose. I trailed my lips and tongue down her swan neck to her shoulders, inhaling the heady fragrance of my mother’s warm body.

I cupped one her large breasts in my hand and sucked her nipple into my mouth. My mother groaned with lust and clutched my head to her full bosom as I sucked and licked her big thick, rubbery nipple.

“Bite me, bite my nipple, my love!” she groaned as she arched her chest to my searching mouth.

I took her nipple in my lips and rolled it back and forth feeling it swell as I nipped it with my teeth.

“Ahh, god, yes, baby, it feels so good, I love you, baby!” she cried.

I leaned over and took her other nipple into my mouth and sucked and nursed at it as well. My hands squeezed and pulled at mother’s breasts, the very breasts that had nursed both my sister and me as infants. I concentrated on feeling the weight, shape, and size of each of her breasts as I sucked and licked her sensitive nipples.

“Christopher, Christopher, my love, take me to my bed – Now!” she said huskily.

I leaned down and gently scooped my nearly nude mother into my arms, her robe trailing the floor as I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. The room she had shared with my father for nearly 25 years.

When we reached the doorway into her room she laid her hand on my face and said, “Darling, once we cross this threshold we shall never return.”

“I know, Mother, I don’t want to go back, I want to go forward with you.” I said softly.

She kissed me on the mouth and closed her eyes as I carried her into the bedroom.

I carefully laid her down on the comforter covering the king-sized bed. She pulled the covers back and let her robe drop to the floor. She knelt on the bed, nude, the soft light in the room dancing off of her brown skin.

She looked at me standing next to the bed, “Darling, take your clothes off, I want to see your nude body, my sexy young man.”

I slowly pulled the t-shirt over my shoulders and head, my hairy chest glistening in the light. My heart thudded in my chest as I looked at her. Our eyes locked together though we stood six feet apart.

She smiled slyly as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my sweat pants and began to ease them down my slim hips. Her eyes widened slightly as my hairy crotch and jutting erect cock came into view.

“Oh, my god, baby, you are so big! I had no idea that your penis was so large. God, your dad had a big dick, but yours is even bigger.” She said softly.

I stepped out of the pants and moved over to the bed next to her. She patted the mattress and told me to lie down next to her.

She whispered, “Come here, honey, I want to explore you, Christopher.”

I lay down next to her, my hips rolling and meeting hers igniting a spark of lust and passion as our bodies joined, hands roaming and touching, mouths and tongues kissing as our love brought us together.

My mother’s warm hands searched out and grasped my large cock. She ran her hand up and down the length of the thick shaft, over the foreskin covered head, and down to cup and gently roll my hair-covered balls in her delicate fingers. She kissed and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth as she fondled my heavy sex in her hands.

She broke the kiss and looked at me, her eyes inches from mine, “Christopher, I want to suck your big cock – I want to suck my son’s cock.”

“Oh, mom, yes, suck me, god, yes, suck my cock, Mother!” I groaned with lust and desire.

Mother kissed me once more on the lips and then trailed kisses down my hairy chest, stopping at each of my nipples as her raven-haired head moved down toward my groin.

Her hands encircled my thick organ and she began to kiss and lick up and down the shaft, squeezing and rolling my balls in her other hand. She kissed and nipped at my foreskin stretched over the plum-colored head of my cock.

She moaned, “I love your cock, baby, it’s so big, so sexy, so erotic – I can’t believe that I had a part in making this beautiful dick.”

“Mmm, Mother, my god, yes, mmm, you made my cock didn’t you?” I whispered.

All of the sudden, this incredible warmth, wetness, almost like electricity engulfed my penis as my mother took my cock deep into her mouth and began sucking strongly. Her tongue swirled around the head and down around the shaft that fit in her mouth. Her hand jacked and stroked as her head moved up and down. Her saliva lubricated the shaft in her hand and ran down onto my balls.

I reached down and fondled mother’s heavy boobs, swaying as she sucked up and down on my penis. I pinched her nipples with my fingers, eliciting lustful groans from her.

My balls tightened, I knew what was going to happen. “Mother, Mom, I’m going to cum! God, I can’t hold it, Mom, I can’t hold it! I’m going to cum!” I groaned.

She lifted her head from my crotch momentarily, “Yes, darling, my love, yes, cum, god yes, give me your sperm, Baby!”

With that she sank back down on my penis with her wet, sucking lips and tongue. Her hands squeezed and tugged at my large hairy ball-sack.

My orgasm started in the very center of my soul and flared outward in great crashing waves. I felt the first strong ejaculation of sperm and semen race down the shaft of my pulsating cock and into mother’s sucking mouth. I kept cumming, sperm and semen shooting into her mouth. I could see her swallowing as each pulse erupted from my throbbing penis.

Mother moaned as she swallowed and sucked my juices. Her lips moved up and down my quivering shaft, her tongue swirling and capturing all of her son’s jism. She took my scrotum into her mouth, licking and sucking each ball, cleaning my sex with her tongue.

“Oh, my god, Mother, oh, Mother, god that felt so good! I love you, Mom, I love you! I love you, so much!” I managed to croak as I slumped back into her bed.

She looked up at me, her face and upper chest mottled with a heat flush, my sperm and semen glistening in the light around her mouth, cheeks and chin, where she’d wiped my thumping prick as she cleaned it.

Her voice husky with my sperm, “Christopher, your cum tastes so good – Never again will I go without your sperm, I love you, my darling son.”

Her hand still slid up and down my slick shaft. I was amazed, I was hardening again. I wanted this woman. I sexually desired this woman, my mother. I wanted to make love – No, I wanted to fuck – my mother.

“Mother, I need to be inside of you, I need to put my cock inside of your cunt!” I said thickly as I pulled her up to me.

“Yes, darling, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me now, Christopher!” she groaned as our chests came together.

I rolled my mother onto her back and reached down slowly separated her thighs, and then ran my hand up into her hairy sex. Her cunt was drenched, slippery, wet with her desire, her juices coated my fingers and hand as I separated her labia and stroked her clitoris. Her entire body clenched and unclenched as I stroked and rubbed her cunt.