In chapter 01, my mother Ellen and I had overcome the border that exists between mother and son. We had kissed, made love, and shared our desires. It was such a beautiful night! After making love for the final time that night, we had fallen asleep in each others arms.
Now let me share with you the very next day.
I awoke in the bed alone. The sun had arisen, and I could see everything clearly. She, Ellen, was not there. Her scent lingered... on the pillows, the sheet... my lips. But where was she? Maybe she had gone to the bathroom. So I rolled over and pretended I was asleep. Would I surprise her when she climbed back into bed!
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Our first night replayed in my mind. The kisses - so soft at first, then so demanding. Her gorgeous hair, her succulent breasts, her long sexy legs in those sheer black stockings that she wore for me all night long.
I felt my cock stiffen as the thoughts flooded back. Fifteen minutes had now passed. Had I scared her away? Had our talk about becoming man and wife and her possibly having a baby by me frightened her? I realized now that such speculation was much too premature. The subject had been broached much too soon.
My god! Had I driven a wedge between us? She had said that she wanted me. And I wanted her. We were so perfect together.
I could wait no longer. I got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers. Before looking for her, I stopped in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. No matter what she thought of me...of us...this morning, I would be the perfect gentleman. At least until we got into bed.
Then I heard it. Water was running in the kitchen. I tiptoed down the hall, past the living room, and saw Ellen standing at the stove, frying some bacon. She was wearing a short red nightie, high heel slippers, and still had those very very sexy nylons on. I was pleased that she remembered to not put on panties. Her ass cheeks, so smooth and perfectly formed, called out to my manhood. It responded.
I stood there watching her. She hadn't seen me yet. With each step she took, her leg muscles tightened. Her ass giggled invitingly. She brushed back her hair, and I could wait no longer.
I walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning...Ellen."
She was startled. Turning towards me, I was rewarded with the most radiant smile I had ever seen. Thank god, I thought. She wasn't angry. Her face seemed aglow. Her breasts swung free. My manhood commanded her attention.
"Good morning...lover."
The bacon spit loudly, and she turned back to the stove.
"I'm just making breakfast. Bacon first. Didn't want to start the eggs until you were up, which I can tell that you are...in more ways than one."
As she turned the heat down on the stove, I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist. I pressed myself against her backside. Nuzzling her neck, I whispered, "I missed you when I woke up."
"I didn't want to wake you, sweetheart. You seemed pretty exhausted when you fell asleep last night." She backed herself against my cock and I let out a moan.
"You can wake me any time for any thing you want."
She turned to face me. She licked her lips lightly. Her long eyelashes fluttered. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and began to pull my face to hers. I know she wanted a kiss. And hell, so did I.
But I held back. My eyes held hers. She looked troubled as to why I hadn't kissed her yet. So I said, "I just want to look at the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world."
And they were beautiful.. Even without makeup. As we gazed at each other, I had the strangest feeling. I was becoming lost in her spell. I dove into the depths of her soul and never wanted to leave. Her soul, like her body, was warm, sensual, oh so feminine and desirable. We merged in that timeless way that true lovers do. Not just physically. But emotionally and, yes, even spiritually.
We stood there like that, fighting against our physical needs for the moment, so we could achieve oneness in a way that would treble the joy of our sexual congress.
S-l-o-w-l-y, my body touched hers. Her skin was warm,,,no, hot, as was mine. We seemed to melt into each other, as my lips brushed lightly against hers. I knew she wanted the deep kisses from the night before, but on this day, I was taking it at a different pace. I was in control.
Her scent filled my nostrils. My rock hard cock was demanding release from its boxer shorts prison, and she knew it.
Without a word having to be said, her small hands reached down and softly pulled by boxers down to my ankles. She grinned at me, as if she knew why I was holding back the French kisses she wanted. Then she lowered herself to her knees.
What more can a boy want? His very sexy mother, in black nylons, kneeling at his feet. I had dreamed of this so often since puberty. Seeing her in the kitched with her robe on, her smooth, long legs tempting me. But my special treat was when she wore nylons and a dress. She would come home from a hard day at the office, kick off her heels, and sometimes fall asleep on the couch for a while. Once, I gingerly picked up one shoe and caressed it. The smell of leather was intoxicating. After I made sure she was still asleep, I held it even closer to my nose and inhaled. The scent of her feet, after a long hot summer day, was beyond belief.
But what could i do back then except go to my room pretend I was going to do homework. I would find my stash of Playboy pictures of blondes, lock my door, and imagine I was kissing, licking, and doing other things to my mom that good boys would never have thought about. Unfortunately, there were no pictures in my collection of any blondes in black nylons. I guess that accounted for my nylon fetish. Now I would live that fetish every day with my lover Ellen. And she would enjoy it too!
Anyhow, back to her kneeling. She asked me to raise first one foot, then the other, so she could remove my boxers. Before she tossed them aside, she surprised me. She pressed the boxers against her nose and mouth and sucked in air through the most pungent part! Looking back up at me, she confessed a secret she had been keeping for years.
"Sam, I'm embarrassed to tell you this, but, after last night, I know I can confide in you."
"Of course, Ellen, tell me everything. I'm here for you."
"Oh, and I for you too. But for years, when I would do your laundry, I used to do something with your underwear. If nobody was around, I would take a pair of your shorts, stained with one of your wet dreams, and... well... smell it."
"Ellen, that's turning me on just hearing about it."
