My dad died a few years earlier and left my mother pretty well off financially. He also had me in his will for enough to get me through my last year couple of years in college and then enough to get myself set up on my own rather than continuing to live in the family homestead with Mom. I was tossed between using some of that money to strike out on my own right now or do as he wanted and get my degree at night school and only then make the big step towards my independence.
Mom's birthday was coming up this weekend and I wanted to get her something nice but for the life of me couldn't think of a decent present. I finally opted for taking her out to a restaurant I know she loves and one her and my dad used to go to on all of their special occasions.
I had celebrated my twenty-second birthday a few months earlier and mom is a great foxy looking lady of forty-one. We each share the same sense of humor and have a great time together. My dad died of throat cancer and mom still smokes which drives me insane. If there is one thing that is sure to start an argument between us it is me bringing up that my dad died of the very thing that is caused by her damned nicotine addiction. She gets totally pissed and I am finally giving up on it but I am going to try one more thing. On Friday I am going to have the local mortician, whom I know very well, make a call on Mom. He'll tell her that my father asked him to visit with her to discuss her own funeral plans, i.e.; what kind of casket she wanted and what she wanted on her half of the family headstone, etc. He'll inform Mom that my father wanted him to pose her in the casket clutching a pack of her cigarettes and he needed to know what brand she smoked. Maybe this kind of shit will bring her to her senses about finally giving up the damn things. I know it will drive her a little nuts but that's OK if it will make her think more about her mortality.
With all of the things going on with my job and at school I didn't see her until about mid day Saturday when she called me into the living room as I walked through the front door.
"Hey mom, what's up?"
"John, you'll never guess who came visiting yesterday." She stated but I had a damn good idea. The mortician.
"Who, Tom Cruise wanting to take you to bed?" I joked.
"No you idiot, it was Mr. Martin, the mortician who handled your dads funeral."
"What the hell did he want?" I asked as incredulously as I could make it.
"He wanted to make sure he knew everything I wanted for my own funeral."
"Mom, what the hell are you talking about. You aren't dying." I said as I walked over to the sofa where she was sitting. By the time I got within six feet of her she was bawling her eyes out. "Mom, why are you crying?"
"Simply because he made me realize how much I enjoy living and he got me thinking about something you have been bugging me about for the last year or so. My smoking."
"Well, thank the Lord. Are you now going to stop that filthy habit?" I asked with my eyebrows raised as high as I could lift them.
"I'm going to stop damnit. I went down to the drugstore and got the Step One of the patch kit and I am going to do it. Just be there for me and please don't bug me any more while I am going through the withdrawal symptoms. OK?"
"You bet. I'll do everything I can to help you." As I said this I dropped to the sofa along side of her and she instantly leaned her head on my shoulder and was sobbing big time.
"John, I don't want to die." She said through clenched teeth. "I love you too much."
"Mom, you aren't going to die. Especially now that you are going to make the big step about giving up the smoking." I had put my arm around her shoulders and was pulling her close to me more to give her comfort for what she was going through emotionally rather than anything else. But, she sure smelled pretty and she did have a lovely body. She nuzzled my neck and gave me a big hug.
"OK, now that that's settled make sure you are ready to leave at seven for the restaurant we are going to is about a half hour drive and I want to have time for a drink in the lounge before dinner."
"Yes Sir." She said sarcastically. I guess I had come across a little dictatorial.
Mom almost flipped out when I pulled up in front of the place saying how sweet I was knowing this place was her favorite. She did have a little tear showing in the corner of her eye though. We did have one or two more drinks before dinner than I had planned but they loosened us both up a lot. The conversation at dinner ranged all over the place including some really raunchy jokes I never thought my mother would even know, never mind tell. The meal was great and we finished it off with a very nice old cognac that Mom insisted on treating us to.
We had no sooner got into the car when she reached over and put one hand behind my neck and pulled me to her giving me a huge kiss that seemed to last forever. A little while into it and she had her tongue half way down my throat. Holy shit, she was tipsy and had forgotten I was her son.
She was a little silly all the way back home and when I opened the front door of the house and let her past me as she entered our place. As soon as she was all the way inside she turned and gave me a huge yank pulling me all the way in and up against the wall in the foyer. She must have kicked the door shut with her foot and was soon pressing herself hard against me and resuming the kiss she had started in the car. Wow, I never guessed our night out would lead to this but was glad of it; she had turned me on for what seemed an eternity. I wasn't sure how to respond. Should I just go with the kiss and let that be it or should I push for more. She answered it for me. I soon felt her hand groping my crotch and unzipping my pants.
She was breathing harder than I had ever heard anyone do before and said, "John, the drinks and dinner at that restaurant have turned me on beyond belief."
"Mom, are you sure you want to go ahead with this?"
"John, I have watched you grow from a little baby to the man you are now and with the way I feel right now I know this is what I want to do."
By then she had my still flaccid cock out of my pants and she was massaging it ever so lightly. She let her fingers gently touch my cock ridge and then let them slide down my ever-hardening shaft to the top of my balls. Wow, she was something else. I reciprocated by letting my hand run lightly across her blouse and feeling her nipples as hard as nails sticking straight at me.
The next thing I knew was she was leading me to the master bedroom.
She had her clothes off before she even hit the bedroom and had left a trail of them from the foyer right to the hallway going into the area of the bedrooms. I waited until we were in her bedroom before I took mine off.
She threw herself on the bed and was tossing her head from side to side with passion. It was the first time I had see her completely nude and for a woman in her early forties she had a magnificent body. She was just a little thing with lovely firm breasts. I'd bet she didn't weigh even close to one hundred and ten and was only about five foot two.
The seven and a half inches of my cock sure isn't anything to write home about but by now it was at full attention with a little pre cum showing on the tip. As I approached the bed she rolled towards me reaching out and grabbing it with one hand and pulled her mouth to it and soon had her tongue licking that precum off of it and then took it in her mouth.
"Oh, God, Mom, that feels terrific." By then she had taken not only the head of it in her mouth but also had it down her throat a good ways. She was stroking that part of my shaft still outside of her mouth and if she kept up her what she was doing I would be shooting my load in her in a very few minutes.
"Mom, lay back. I want to get up on the bed with you."
She released my cock and lay back with her head on the pillow. I dropped alongside of her and then moved on top of her and without any more foreplay pushed my cock into her and buried it to the hilt.
"Oh Johnny, yes, fuck me hard."
Did I ever. She was no longer my mother but simply a super tight and warm pussy waiting to get fucked. I soon had her legs up on my shoulders while I was driving my cock hard into her waiting pussy. She was thrashing about from side to side and moaning like I had never heard a woman do before. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers across her rock hard nipples and that did it. She actually screamed, "I'm coming, don't stop. Please don't stop"
I had absolutely no intention of stopping and just continued fucking her hard and as deep as my cock could get. I could soon feel her juices making me slide in and out a lot easier and it wasn't much longer before I was shooting stream after stream deep in my mother's pussy. I finally let her legs down and I lay on top of her as she reached up and kissed me deep.
"Oh Johnny, that was terrific. I haven't had any sex since your father died and I don't think I could have had it with anyone I could care more for than you. You were only the second man I did it with."
"Mom, I can't tell you when I have ever enjoyed sex more. You are something else."
By then she was sound asleep and simply purring with contentment.
Sometime during the night I found myself spooning to her and my cock had risen to the occasion. I slid it in between her lovely puffy pussy lips without her knowing it was going to happen but by the time I was buried she had awakened and was throwing her ass back at me as hard as I was driving my cock forward. I reached down and had one hand on her hips pulling them back as I was driving forward.
"Johnny, yes. Do me again." She cooed.
There was little doubt that I would as I started to pound her pussy with my now steel hard cock. She was making all kinds of noises and I was glad we were in a house rather than any thin walled apartment where the neighbors would have heard her. She reached between her legs and was fondling my balls and that was it, I didn't last more than a minute after feeling that. Her pussy was still wet from the sex we had the night before and now this load came pouring out of her alongside of my cock as I shot a few good streams of come into her warm pussy.
We were both dragging by then and fell back asleep rather quickly.
The next morning I was awakened by the feeling of a hand running up and down the sides of my shaft---Mom was at it again. This woman was insatiable! Rather than keep up with her hand she was sliding down in the bed to position her mouth in line with my cock. I was as soft as an overcooked noodle but she was determined to change that. She had her fingernails running up and down the sides of my shaft tracing every vein in it while she had her mouth doing some serious magic on the head of it. Bit by bit it came to life again and the harder it got the more of is she took between her lips. It wasn't long before she had a solid five inches in her mouth and down her throat. God, I don't think I could have handled her if she had gone without any sex for much longer than she had.
