All of my life, I have loved my mother with all of my heart. I don't know when it all started, but I started to love my mom in a different kind of way (you know the kind that Freud would talk about).
This wasn't helped by the fact that my mother would find reasons to walk around the house nude when I was growing up. She never closed the door in the bathroom and walking by, I could watch her as she was bathing. I would get hard as a rock, as I would watch as she would manipulate a bar of soap between and all around her massive globes, and how the globes bounced all over.
After she would finish teasing the hell out of me in the bath, she would walk to her bedroom in the buff. The memory of her walking by with her black muff in all of its glory will be a memory that will stay with me for a very long time to come.
We started to have a deeper relationship a couple of months ago, and I was finding that I wanted to spend all of my time with her. When you are making love to a woman that you really love, it can be the greatest thing in the world, and when it is your mother who you are banging the hell out of, well that is untoppable.
I decided that the two of us needed a vacation, so I planned for the two of us to go to Florida for a week. This would give us the opportunity to take a break from our work, give us incredible tans that would make people envious, and if nothing else, it would give us the chance to have wild and crazy vacation sex.
In the early morning hours of the day that we were to depart, I got a call on my cell phone from my mother. She told me that she had some paperwork to finish at the office, so she would have to meet me at the airport, but to go ahead of her and make sure all of the arrangements were set.
I arrived at the airport and did all of the stuff that you do when you go to an airport. I found a bench outside of the terminal that we would be departing from, so I sat out there while waiting for my mother to arrive. After about twenty minutes, I see a stretch Hummer limo pulling into the terminal.
I started to wonder who would be the lucky bastard arriving in such luxury, while I had to hop a train. The door opened and a pair of black pumps hit the concrete, and I started to scan this body from toe to head-black fishnet stockings, a short black skirt that barely covered her perfectly shaped ass, a tight white tank top, hair pulled back into a bun, fire engine red lips and nails, and dark sunglasses. It took me a few moments to realize that it was my mother who was stepping out.
I briskly walked over to this perfect sculpture of a woman who would make Michaelangelo jealous, as I heard necks cracking as people were trying to get a glimpse. My mother pulled me close to her and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. It was one of the most sensual kisses that I have ever received, and I had hoped that it would never end.
The flight was pretty good (a little bumpy at times, which brought my mother closer to me), but it was more than welcome. She kept telling me how good I smelled (I wear Nautica) and how nice my shirt had felt. She wouldn't stop rubbing my shoulders and arms, which started to turn me on. I think she knew what she was doing, because it was getting obvious that the tray was starting to go to the closed position without my hands touching it.
We arrived at the airport and gathered our belongings and went to pick up our rental car. We decided to get a sporty convertible, especially because neither of us have ever had one of those before and the weather was going to be really warm.
After getting lost for a little bit, we finally found the hotel, were I checked in. As I was checking in, my mother came from behind me, and started to nuzzle on my neck and ear. I guess it is a good thing that the reception desk was bolted to the floor, because the desk would have slammed against the wall, as hard as my mom had just made me.
We got up to the room and I offered to draw a bath for mother, so that she could unwind from all of her exhaustion. She gladly accepted. I went into the bathroom and found that the tub was really big and that this would come in great hand later in the week. I made sure that the water was hot, but not enough to scold my mother's delicate skin. I found some bubbles that the hotel had left, and some candles.
I poured loads and loads of bubbles into the steamy water, and lit the candles throughout the bathroom. As I called for my mother, I turned on some music on the radio. Mother walked into the bathroom in the nude, which was an incredible sight.
