You awaken in the wee hours of morning feeling groggy. You sense someone is in the bed beside you and it takes you a few long moments to realize it is your mother. Her form is slight under the covers with her back to you.
Coming fully awake you recount the day's events, the court hearing for custody of your two kids bringing you to the state of North Carolina from your home in South Carolina. The court granting your wife, Beth, full custody of them with Beth determining visitation privileges. Not good! Your mother threatening her with a good ass whipping and cautioned by the judge - numerous times. And then stopping too late in the evening to get a motel room with two beds.
You get up to pee and returned to bed without stirring your mother. You stare at the white ceiling for many minutes, then, you glance towards your mother and stare into the darkness at her form. In your thoughts, she is not your mother but just a female. Funny, how the darkness of night time your mind can rationalize and makes all things possible. You're right hand slips under your briefs and you began to fondled the beginning of an erection. It is soon firm and you pull it clear from the right side of your briefs. You return your stare to the ceiling as you stroke it with a firm grip.
You glance over towards her mother once more. You know she sleeps topless, wearing only panties. You confirm this as she asked you to cut off the TV while she scooted from the bathroom, freshly bathed, to under the covers. Through the darkness you saw her white panties low on her hips. You ponder her small breast and how close they are. You are 30 and you have accidentally seen this woman totally nude a few times in the past 5 years. You try to envision the last time, quite recently, her trimmed strawberry blonde bush and her freckled, untanned body. Only her small bubbled buttocks are free of freckles. The times before it had not been trimmed but quite abundant. Perhaps the latest mill executive she was fucking at present desired it trimmed. Mill exec came and went regularly. You hate them all as you know her desire to keep her high paying position and discretion is passed to the incoming.
Your body is tense and you want to come - but it eludes you. There is a warm, moist hole at hand. You slowly strip your briefs off. You want to be ready just in case things go your way. You lift the covers and slowly inch towards the woman, spooning behind her. Her body is warm. She still sleeps as you reach around to cup the closest tit. The bare breast is warmer still. You began to massage it gently and she stirs just a bit. You stop and wait. You begin a again. You stop and wait, and so it goes for long minutes. You thumb the erect nipple.
"What the hell are you doing?" You finally hear her whispered, screeching question. Her voice has a gravel, grating sound due to a youthful vocal cord injury caused by falling with a straw in her mouth. Her tone does not bode well for success.
"Just cuddling. I was cold." You defend, sheepishly. It took longer than expected to wake her - or was she just being coy.
"Cuddling, my ass! " She rebukes, a bit louder. "Now get your hand off my tit, get back to your side and go the hell to sleep. If you can't do that, then go to the bathroom and jerk off!"
"I'm hurting, Mama. I've been jerking off. It's not doing it. "
With your comment, you tug at her breast, bringing her to her back. Slinging the covers off both of you, you try to climb atop her. She fights you like a wildcat, slapping at you, trying to knee you in the sides or in the balls. The two of you scuffle without any threats or curses being voiced. Only labored breaths fill the room. She evicts you from the bed on her side. Instead of trying to escape, she reaches to reclaim the covers. You jump up, inhale deeply and grab for her, slinging her folded form to her back. You quickly straddled her, to secure her arms, but she unleashes a multitude of slinging open hands. In the darkness many find home on the sides of your head.
You try a different tactic and quickly maneuver down over her body, pushing her legs wide, then up. You put your face into her crotch. In moments, as hoped, even expected, all slapping and resistance ceases. She lays still and you can hear her heavy breathing. You press you nose into her crotch. As you begin to run your nose over her crotch, you smile inside. Even Beth, when she was being a bitch and mad as hell at you, lost her will to protest and argue when you threw her on the bed or sofa and got your face to her crotch.
"Dammit, Press! Don't you care who I am?" You hear her plea.
"In the darkness, you're only a woman! That's all that matters right this second!" You reply.
Her body flexes as your nose cruises over her panty-protected clit and you hear a moan of pleasure.
Your desire is to put your tongue to a warm, bare, moist pussy. The middle finger of your left hand slips under the elastic of the panties and you pull it aside. Her moan is louder as you put your tongue to her bare pussy. After a minute or two, there is no resistance as you strip her panties off. She lifts her feet to assist. She brings them to rest on your shoulders.
For long, long minutes your heart's content as you please the pussy before you, numerous times lifting her buttocks higher to push your tongue into her, tongue fucking her, listening to her lustful requests of, "don't stop!". The mature 49-year-old woman produces abundant lubrication and you are continuously purging it from your mouth. It drains down your chin like a waterfall.
Her animal like growl, her ass lifting skyward, then her quaking body all attest to the strong, and most satisfying orgasm you have given the woman. You glue your tongue to her clit, lengthening the grip of the orgasm, but it soon fades and her body relaxes.
Before you can react, before you can climb up and mount her, she is grabbing backwards begging you to come up, pleading, "I want to touch it! Let me hold it! Please!".
It is not what you want but your nature is to satisfy the woman, so, you scramble up, dropping to her right side as she takes hold of your cock with her left hand. Lying on your left side, you naturally accept her right leg between your legs as she takes hold of your cock and begins to pull on it. You hump her slim thigh as she pulls, fondles and teases the head of your cock. As you snuggle close, your right hand stroking her left thigh, your heated breaths are exhaled onto her neck and you think - Beth would never put up with it. In a few minutes, too soon, you cannot stifle your loud moan as your cock explodes, shooting cum onto her thigh and into her pubic hair.
You remain close. Unyielding, you will accept her anger if it comes, but you become aware of her left hand, the fingers playing and gathering your cum, rubbing it over your soft shaft. You move your right hand to lay lightly upon her wrist. You discover, when she is not coating your shaft, she is spreading semen over her thigh and into her bush. You take her right nipple into your mouth, finding it firm.
"Can you sleep now?" She finally whispers, with a loving tone.
"Yes. I think so."
"No more hurt?" She queries, as you scoot to your side of the bed.
"It will help. Thank you." You answer but there is a hint of want in your tone.
You note that your mother does not get up to wash our retrieve her panties as she snuggles up with the covers, her back to you, as you found her. You do not bother to wash or retrieve your briefs.
A few hours later you wake up and leave the bed to take a leak. Peeking out the door, you see your mother is still sleeping and you decide to take a shower. It is a steamy, lengthy shower as you replay last night in your mind and stroke your cock. You watch your ejaculate shoot three abundant globs of semen onto the tile floor. You sweep them towards the drain with your right foot.
You're sitting on the bottom edge of the bed watching TV, having put on clean briefs and wearing jean's, your belt buckle unfastened, when your mother stirs. She hears the TV and glances over at you. It takes her a few minutes to wake up and throw the covers off. She not showing any concern for her nakedness as she moves to her tot bag, right profile to you, to pluck a fresh pair of panties out of the bag - dark blue you note. She is so light and thin, you think. As she turns face on to you, her head turns and lowers as she notices her discarded panties lying on the floor between the front legs of a chair where you had tossed them. She mutters, "morning, sugar", as she walks by you. You feel a twitch in your crotch as your eyes follow her naked frame. You ponder your dried semen that mush still be on her thigh, that, and her tight, sensuous ass.
Her back to you, you note her straight back posture and her easy straight-legged gait that transmits to the viewer, "I am a confident female". She is an executive at the local clothing mill and has every right to be confident. No matter that she fought other ambitious females, sometimes literally, worked long hours, and, yes, even fucked and sucked her way to the top. You know this because it came straight from her lips when she was upset by her bosses at the mill. She took no shit from any any of them as she had screwed or sucked the cock of everyone of them and then cut them off unless it was to her best interest.
You had not moved when she came out of the bathroom freshly bathed wearing the dark blue panties - the bikini type of a younger girl but they look and fit very nicely. A towel hung over her shoulders covers her breasts. As she moves past you, you reach to take hold of her left arm. She pivots towards you and you draw her in close grasping the two ends of the towel, putting your face to her chest and inhaling deeply, smelling the sweet soap, your hands move to her hips, then reach to palm her buttocks. All through your adult years, when you were feeling depressed and hopeless, she had often put herself and your face in just such a position, but, back then, she fully clothed, holding your head lovingly, and foregoing the liberties you are taking now.
"Last night did not cure your ills? Are you still hurting, Baby?" She questions. "I'll ask you again - do you not care who I am?"
"I just feel so lost, Mama!" You sigh. "You have always helped me feel better. I have no one to turn to. If you don't want to help me - that way - why last night - and why are you displaying yourself this morning - causing me to hurt."
"In the early years of your marriage, when Beth and I could carry on a civilized conversation, I discovered a few things about you. Beth told me that a little pussy would make you a brand-new man, pulling you out of any slump. She also hinted to the obvious fact, that I learned first hand last night, that you're quite long and thick. She also hinted that she could not take all of you."
She moves away from you, taking a seat on the right corner of the rather high motel bed, her back partially to you, her legs wide due to straddling the corner.
"If you remember, I didn't have much choice last night. You would have raped me! I was hoping that masturbating you would stop your hurting. And really! Is there a need to hide under clothing after last night - us alone in a motel room? As your mother, I desire to stop your pain - your hurting. I suppose, if pussy is the only thing that is going to suffice...?"
