Massaging Mom

As I write this, I have no idea what the future holds, but I know this: my relationship with my mother will never be the same.

I now realize that what happened between us last night was inevitable, but I have such conflicting and confused feelings. We have to talk about it, but Mom has been avoiding me. Readers will soon understand why.

I graduated from college about six weeks ago, my whole life ahead of me at only 22. I'll be moving to the D.C. area in October, when I have an internship at a political consulting firm. In the meantime, I planned to take the summer off. Dad and the twins were visiting his family in Alaska. Mom decided to stay home with me, no doubt to keep me from wrecking the place.

Mom (do I still call her that?) is 43, but easily looks ten years younger. We come from an active family, and we like to work out and play tennis whenever we can get a court. With her rich, thick, flowing black hair, those shapely tapered legs, and squeezable breasts, the men can't keep their eyes off her. Often, people think we're a couple, and I sometimes tease her about that.

What happened a couple of days ago couldn't have been more normal. It being a warmer than usual June, we decided to go to the beach. I had trunks on under my shorts, and I wore that rarity, a red T-shirt with nothing written on it.

"Jackson, would you mind helping me, please? I'd like some sunscreen on my back before we leave."

These last few years, I have to admit, really got my fantasy life going. Usually, she lies face down on a towel, undoes her bikini top so I would have no obstructions, and I'd go to work. More often than not, I sprouted a stiff, sometimes throbbing, erection while I rubbed the lotion on her back and massaged it into her creamy, tan skin.

More and more, I found myself wanting to see those tits, which moved so tantalizingly under her bikini top. I was bigger than she, and could easily have flipped her over, but my desire not to sleep on a park bench outweighed my curiosity. However, that led to fantasies of making love to her, and I've had many feverish nights, wanking away and letting my imagination soar.

That afternoon, she lay on her bed on a towel, bikini top undone, the gentle curves of her tits just out of reach. I poured a large dollop of sunscreen on my hands, and then applied it slowly, and gently kneaded her back with my fingers.

"Your back is really tense today," I said. "Do you want me to loosen those knots a little?"

"Mm-hmm."

But as I massaged her, she began to take deeper breaths than usual, and her body began to move under my hands.

"Uhhh," she sighed, so I stepped up the pace.

Now, her body began to undulate, and I heard short, ragged breaths. I had no idea what was happening, except that I had a rail spike growing in my pants, and if things didn't change soon, I would have a large, embarrassing sperm stain on my shorts, trunks or not.

"Oh, Jackson!" she cried, and then her body trembled and thrashed, out of control. Her hair flew all over, and she almost rolled over. The aroma of cunt filled the air, and that's when I realized I had given my mother an orgasm.

I got off the bed, and raced out of her room down the hall to mine. Practically slamming the door shut, I shed my garments, fell onto my back, and began to finish off the passion I had started, my mother's lovely face, her large green eyes wide with lust as, in my mind, we made mad, furious love. I was almost sorry that I finished, so much was I enjoying that vision.

Mom left the house while I was busy, and she didn't return until nearly dusk. I made a lasagna, one of her favorites, and kept it warm in the oven. Coward that I am, I had to force myself into the kitchen to face her.

"Mom, I--"

"Don't," she said. "I don't know how that happened, and I have to think about it. I'd rather have dinner by myself tonight, if you don't mind."

I nodded, and retreated to my room.

***

It doesn't take long for the whole world to change.

That last session never left my mind. I relived it over and over, and I almost wanked myself dry. I was now dying to kiss my mother, to take her in my arms, to peel her clothing away until there were just the two of us, naked and ready.

Back in the real world, it took about three days before my mother could stand me again, and what she asked genuinely astonished me.

"I'm going to the pool," she said. "I'd like you to spread sunscreen on me again. Do you think you can be good?"

I can be terrific if you give me the chance, I thought. But I said, "Of course."

Once again in her bedroom, once again her bare back taunting and tantalizing me. I wondered if she had seen the gigantic erection that immediately sprang to life the moment she said she wanted me to massage her again.

I decided to go more gently and slower, but once again, I heard a sudden intake of breath, and I knew Mom was on her way to another climax. I should have stopped, but I didn't. I worked my hands up her back as she started moaning, and then I ever so gently brushed my fingers along the outer curves of her breasts.

"Oh!" she cried, but didn't stop me.

I got on the bed and straddled her. Still caressing her, I eased myself onto her, and lay my erection, constrained only by a few thin layers of cloth, and slowly dry-humped her.

"Oh, Jackson, please stop," she said, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it.

Now, I brushed Mom's hair aside and began kissing and nibbling her sweet neck. I heard a distinct moan of pleasure, and all inhibitions vaporized. I got off her and rolled her over onto her back.

We just stared at each other for a second, those perfect tits with their red, erect nipples, her shining anthracite hair, her eyes wide with wonder, lust, and a little fear.

I rolled onto my side and took Mom in my arms, and kissed her. Her lips parted and I worked my tongue in, and our tongues danced an electric, erotic tango. Her arms tightened around me, and in that moment, we became genuine lovers.

"Let me," she said softly, and peeled my T-shirt off, tossing it to the floor, where my underwear and shorts soon joined them.

My cock could not have been harder, and Mom stared at it and said, "You really are a big boy now."

I pulled Mom's bikini bottom off, and buried my face deep into her cunt, reveling in her lubrication, my tongue exploring everywhere it could.

By now, Mom's ass was flying off the bed, and she ground her cunt into my face. When I came up for air, I replaced my tongue with two fingers, and used my thumb to massage her clit.

"Jackson!" she cried, and she locked her legs around me as she came, her hands holding my head tightly in place, screaming in joy as I tongued her to a second orgasm.

I could wait no longer.

I slid up my mother's quivering body, my cock leaving a trail of man lube along her inner thigh. Soon, my cock was right at her entrance.

"If you're going to stop me, now's the time," I said. "I'm about to lose control."

In answer, she grabbed my dick and guided it right into her moist, hungry pussy. In an instant, I was balls deep inside her, and pounding into her for all I was worth.

"Jesus, Mom!" I cried as she fucked back at me, taking in as much cock as I could give her.

"Don't stop! Never stop!" she barked, and believe me, I was going to do my level best not to.

We must have gone at least ten minutes, and when her third orgasm seemed nigh, I could no longer hold it in. I fired jet after jet of hot, white come into my mother's tight pussy, and I felt such elation as I have never known.

We ended our lovemaking with a gentle, lingering kiss, and we lay silent for a while, basking in the afterglow.

"I haven't had masculine attention like that for a long time," she finally said. "You never knew this, I don't think, but those massages of yours often sent me right to the vibrator, and I finished myself off thinking of you."

My jaw must have dropped.

"That's right," she said. "I've been fantasizing about this moment since you came home from college."

"Then you know what I was doing when I thought about you," I replied.

"You weren't very quiet about it," she said. "I think my emotions just boiled over when I came that last time."

We lay in silence for a few more moments before I asked, "Where do we go from here?"

She replied by kissing me deeply. We didn't leave her room for four hours.

We've continued making love, of course. I don't know what will happen when Dad and the twins get home, or when I leave for Washington. But I hope this is more than just a summer affair. I never want to give this up.