It was almost 10 a.m. when I awakened. Mom had slept upstairs in my bed and in my arms. She had already risen. I could smell her perfume on the pillow where her head had lain, as she slept. The scent aroused me but not merely sexually. It was much, much deeper than physical.
Twenty-four hours earlier, if someone had told me that I would have made love to my mother, that comment would have started a fight. Yet, at that moment, as I lay there drinking in the memory of her lowering herself onto my throbbing cock, I did not so much think of it having been sex between mother and son. That, on the surface, if that had been all I felt, would have been wrong on so many levels.
Somewhere, between the moment I had reached for that remote, and the moment she opened her soft folds around my manhood, she ceased merely being my mother and I ceased just being a son. We became two beings who needed each other. While we would be mother and son forever, I knew also that we had become something more. Even if we never became intimate again, we had been two lost souls who found each other at a point in time where we both needed it most.
As I showered, I harkened back to the previous night in my mind. I could still feel her walls gripping my shaft, as she shuddered in orgasm. I could hear her calling my name, even as the water eroded her lingering scent from my body. I could taste the sweat on her body, as I suckled at her nipples. My cock was stiff, as I thought about her. I wanted her. I needed her.
Before I knew I was doing it, I had turned my back to the cascading water and began stroking my cock. My strokes were quick, efficient. My mind wandered from the first gentle caress of her hand to her wanton taking of me. I remembered her words. "I have to have this in me right now!" she had said.
Her voice, at once pleading and at the same time demanding, rang resoundingly in my head. I came in long streams that spewed from my cock and onto the far wall of the shower. As my orgasm subsided, I found that my knees had grown weak, and it took me a few minutes to gather myself. As the water was growing a little cold, I hurriedly finished my shower.
While I was shaving, I thought of the video Mom had been watching. I wondered, curiously and fairly surprisingly without jealousy, just who those men had been. In fact, the thing that had me most curious was the identity of the person manning the camera. I had not yet decided if I would ask. Perhaps, I thought, I might really not want to know.
As I headed downstairs, I could smell breakfast. The rich aroma of bacon wafted through the air and made my stomach growl. With each step I descended, I thought of how I should approach Mom. Should I approach her as her son--or, rather as a lover? Should I act as if nothing happened? Could I act as if nothing had happened on the couch, or later in my bed?
When I stepped into the kitchen, I learned, rather quickly, that I need not have worried. Mom greeted me with an open mouth kiss and a playful grope of my ass. "Mmmm", she moaned after our passionate good morning. "I hope your hungry, honey. Me? I'm absolutely starving", she smiled, her blue eyes shining brightly. She was wearing a bright green sleeveless top that exposed her mid rift over a darker green spandex shorts. As she bent to pull out the biscuits from the oven, her round ass seemed to be beckoning me. I couldn't help but place my hand on a firm, round cheek.
"Hey, mister man!" she scolded. "First things first. You sit down and eat. We can play later. I am still your mother, you know." She winked at the last remark, as she placed the tray of biscuits on top of the range. Even after bringing myself off in the shower, I was already growing hard. I found that I was more hungry than horny, though, as I dug eagerly into the breakfast my mother had lovingly prepared.
As we sat and had our breakfast in the little nook overlooking the pool, I kept thinking back to the men in the video. Just before my intense curiosity got the better of me, Mom asked me about how I liked the service.
"It's good, Mom. Not great, but good", I replied, as I spooned jam on to a biscuit. "Randolph isn't a real good base for a first term airman."
"How's that, honey?"
"Well, it's a command base. I feel like I'm just a number there", I answered. Mom reached to my wrist and gently stroked my forearm. The sensation was electric. I found myself looking deeply into my mother's eyes. Her countenance was quite serious just then. She asked if I was seeing anyone.
"No one, Mom", I said after a pause. "I mean, I date, but no one seriously."
Still stroking my arm, Mom said, "It's okay if you are, baby." Laughing softly, though it did not seem all that much a happy laugh, she added, "After all, I am married to your father."
"I know, but—", before I could finish, Mom stopped me with a gentle squeeze of my arm.
"Your father and I have had an open marriage for years, honey", she said. She spoke in a monotone, as if she had been rehearsing this little speech since last night. As I think of it, maybe she had been rehearsing it for a lot longer.
"It was Bill's idea", she paused, then continued, "I had been a virgin when we married. Oh, was I ever naïve. Our sex life, in the beginning was great, or so I thought, anyway. I mean, what did I have to compare it to?"
As Mom spoke of her life with my father, she gathered up our dishes. It was as if she wanted to be doing something, as she weaved the tale. "Before I got pregnant with you, we seemed to fuck ever day. Sometimes, we would spend whole weekends in bed. Then, I had you. Looking back on it, I think Bill lost interest in me sexually after that. I suppose I didn't notice, because I had you in my life. And you were such a beautiful child, baby."
Mom moved behind me and slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me on top of my head, as she had down when I was little. When her hands moved down to my chest, caressing the rise of my pecs, I allowed my hand to reach back to her. I slid it up and down gently along the outside of her spandex covered thigh. She breathed a soft, sexy little sigh before continuing, her arms still caressing me, her face turned so that her cheek rested on top of my head.
"Anyway, to make a long story short, Bill and I got into swinging with another couple we had met. You remember Jim and Tammy, don't you?" she asked without awaiting answer. "Oh, I doubt that you would. Whenever they came over, we made sure you were either at your grandparents or at a sleepover with one of your little friends."
"After a while, it was like Bill did not want to be just with me, anymore. In fact, he didn't seem to want to be with anyone, but he did---does enjoy seeing me with other people."
"Other...people?" I asked. "Women, too?"
"Oh yes, your father especially likes seeing that" Mom replied, as she poured another cup of coffee. When she sat back down, she had moved her chair closer to mine; her delicate hand fell upon my thigh, kneading the muscle of my thigh through my jeans. "I was not so much into it at first, but then Julie came along."
"Julie? You mean Aunt Julie, Dad's sister---that Julie?" I asked wide-eyed. My hand had covered the hand she had placed at my thigh. It was so small in my hand, I noticed.
Laughing, her smile impish she replied, "Yes, honey. That Julie." I had always noticed that Julie was visiting a lot. When she visited, Mom and Dad were always allowing me to go to movies. They would even pay for my friends to go. It was all making sense now.
"So, you and Aunt Julie---", my voice tapered off. The thought of my tall, long legged Aunt Julie, images of whom I more than once masturbated over the years, licking my mother's shaved pussy made me hard as a rock.
"Yes, and before you ask, your father too."
"Dad fucked Julie?" asked, incredulous.
"Yes", Mom answered. She must have sensed my arousal, for her hand moseyed over to the growing bulge in my jeans. "They hadn't until she visited once and Bill suggested that she and I get together. Julie has always been quite sexual, so it didn't take too much convincing."
Mom then related the story of how she seduced Julie over drinks by the pool on summer evening. They had moved to the hot tub, and Mom had removed her bathing suit. Without a word, Julie had done the same. In minutes, they were giggling and kissing and petting.
Mom told me that she had never let herself go with a woman until that night. Up to then, Mom said that she had been merely going through the motions for Dad's entertainment. In fact, the whole swinging thing had been for his sake. That is, until Julie entered the picture. Julie had been the catalyst for all that would come after. The whole time she talked, she alternately gripped and released my hardness.
