Mom Comes Clean

Mom Comes Clean.

This is a follow up to my story entitled "The seduction of Grandma."

It takes place a week after Mom had visited me and confused me with her parting, somewhat ambiguous, statement.

For the next week my mind was in turmoil, did Mom know about Grandma and me?

Was she expecting to take up where Grandma's passing had left me?

What did she want?

I was somewhat nervous as I parked my car in Mom's driveway and walked the short distance to her front door.

I tried the door, but it was locked so I rang the bell.

"Is that you honey?" I heard from an upstairs room.

"Yeah Mom, it is." I replied.

"Just a minute sweetheart, I'm just finishing dressing."

Let me tell you a little about Mom.

Mom is now 57 years old, dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders, a little overweight since Dad died 5 years ago and a little over 5 ½ feet tall.

Since the death of my father Mom has let herself go a bit, no make-up, usually dressed in tracksuits and sneakers.

When questioned, " Oh, I have nobody to dress up for now that Dad has gone."

A couple of minutes later I heard the door opening and then received the first of many shocks that day.

Mom stood there smiling at me, full make-up, lips full and painted bright red, the straggly dirty blonde hair was gone, replaced with a bob and highlights.

A pale blue summer dress that ended just above the knee and a pair of killer, black 4-inch-high heels on her feet.

I stood there dumbstruck, who was this woman and what had she done with my Mom?

Eventually I blurted out, "Wow Mom."

Mom giggled, threw her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips, that in itself was unusual because as a family we had only ever kissed on the cheek, Grandma was the only family member I had lip kissed and then only when we were alone and having a tryst.

"Whoops sorry darling." Mom said pulling a tissue from her sleeve and wiping lipstick from my face.

"Come on in, I really need a talk with you."

"I think I need a talk with you as well Mom," I said, "There is a bit of a change with you to say the least."

As we walked through to the lounge Mom continued.

"Its 5 years since Dad passed, I have let myself go I know that, but I think the death of your Grandma, my Mom, has dragged me back to reality."

"I can't live in the past anymore," she continued, "there is a lot more living for me to do."

In the lounge just in front of the sofa I saw a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting on the coffee table.

Mom sat on the sofa and patted next to her for me to sit, she then poured two large glasses, handed one to me and took a big gulp out of the other one.

"First I must apologise, I have asked you here today under the pretence of doing a few jobs, that is a lie, I really need to have a good talk with you.

"O.K.," I said a little apprehensively, "what about?"

I could see from the expression on her face Mom was struggling trying to form what she wanted to talk about.

"Oh God, baby this is very difficult for me, I have this idea in my head and it just won't go away."

I interjected, "What is it Mom? You're not ill are you?" I said fearing the worst.

Mom giggled again, grasped my hand and held it in hers.

"No sweetheart, I'm not ill," another giggle then, "It's not that serious, well it is but it's not life threatening." Another giggle followed.

"Mom." I said quite seriously, "have you been drinking before I got here?"

"M.m.m. I needed a bit of Dutch courage, so I have already had a glass of wine."

"Mom, why do you need courage to speak with me?" I said, "We have always been quite open with each other."

Mom carried on, "I know but what I need to discuss could very well blow up in my face and I'm scared of losing you."

I could see tears forming in her eyes, so I pulled her close to me in a hug.

"You're not going to lose me no matter what you say."

Then the bombshell!

Mom whispered into my ear, "I know about Grandma and you."

I could feel panic forming in my brain, my immediate instinct was to deny all accusations, but I also realised that Mom would not have said this unless she really suspected.

I decided to play it cool.

"Mom," I laughed, "what has made you say such a silly thing, is this the wine talking?"

Mom pulled away from me, composed herself and began her explanation.

"Do you remember Cousin James's wedding about 7 years ago?"

I remembered it well, only too well! It was one of the occasions where Grandma and I had almost been caught making love in one of the rooms reserved for the wedding guests, had that been Mom?

"I remember the wedding Mom, but what has made you say such a thing?"

Mom took another large slug of wine, so did I and then refilled both glasses.

"I saw you." She said.

"You saw what?" I retorted, still trying to play it cool.

Mom took a deep breath and continued, " I saw you and Grandma kissing."

"Yes Mom, Grandma and I kissed often, I kiss you often, I kiss Aunt Mary often, am I having an affair with everyone?" I said quite indignantly.

"I know, but this was different, it was lip to lip and I'm quite sure tongues were involved." Mom said.

"Then when I saw just how upset you were at her funeral things began to drop into place."

I think it was about this time that I realised I had been well and truly busted, I was thinking that I should probably come clean but was I prepared to admit that I had formulated the whole plan just to get to have sex with my Grandmother.

Emotion now overwhelmed me, and I began to softly cry.

"I'm so sorry Mom, I never intended to hurt you badly like this." I sobbed.

What Mom said next took me completely by surprise.

Mom hugged me to her once again and whispered into my ear.

"Oh baby, don't cry, I'm not hurt, in fact I'm quite pleased!"

Now confusion reigned in my brain, Mom was pleased to find out I had been sleeping with her mother all these years....WTF!

I pulled away from Mom and just stared at her with an incredulous look on my face.

"What?" was all I could muster, "your pleased Grandma and I slept with each other for years!"

"Yes honey I am, it had been a long time since I saw Mom as happy as she was in the last years of her life so how could I not be pleased, you obviously made Mom exceptionally happy."

"But Mom, what we did, what we had is frowned upon by most standards and, quite frankly was against the law." I said.

Mom continued, " I know all that sweetie but you were both happy and lets be honest incest law is to prevent interbreeding and the dilution of the gene pool....there was no way Grandma could have got pregnant so where was the harm?"

"I have to say Mom I'm really surprised by the way you are dealing with this, I would have expected a real shouting match and be barred from family life completely," I continued.

"I know," Mom giggled and took another swig of her wine, "but I'm really hoping some good from this revelation will be coming my way," another giggle from Mom.

I still was not sure what was happening here, but I could tell the wine was beginning to influence Mom.

I took a large swig from my glass and continued, "I'm not sure what you mean Mom or where this conversation is heading but you seem to be getting quite tipsy here and I'm worried things may be said that might well be regretted later."

Mom thought for a moment and then began, "Yes your right, I'm not being very eloque..., eloque..., oh fuck it, I'm not being very clear so I may as well go for broke and just say what I'm thinking."

I could not help but smile at this, Mom had not been this relaxed or open with me for years, it was quite refreshing so see her vulnerabilities!

"Go for it Mom," I said, "I promise you won't offend me."

Another swig of wine from Mom then she launched into it.

"Grandma and you were so obviously very happy and deeply in love with each other, I think that was brilliant but Grandma is now gone, you are not, I am not either so I'm hoping we can be equally as happy!"

Mom had finished and swallowed what was left in her glass and now was looking at me, somewhat drunkenly, for a response.

I smiled, Mom had not exactly been clear, her speech had been a little ambiguous, but I think I got where she was coming from.

I began, "I think I understand what you are saying Mom, I'm not sure but if I'm wrong then I'm about to be damned for life, if I'm not already so!"

With that I leant across to Mom, cupped her face in my hands and kissed her full and deeply on the lips, my tongue found its way into Mom's mouth and hungrily searched hers out.

Mom responded instantly, her tongue began to dance with mine and we kept this up for over two minutes.

We came up for air, both looking at each other's faces, searching a response.

Mom was the first to speak, "Oh sweetheart, I'm so pleased you understood what I was trying to say, I love you wholeheartedly and want to make love with you for the rest of my life."

I began,"I love you to Mom and making love with you will be fantastic and....."

Mom interrupted, "Shut up darling, take me upstairs now and fuck me...please!"

I had to help Mom upstairs, the wine had made her a little unsteady on her feet but once in her room Mom instantly began to rip her clothing off.

"Hurry up darling, get naked as well," she growled at me.

I had no intention of ripping my clothes off, I wanted to savour the moment of seeing my beautiful mom doing a striptease in front of me, albeit a rather high-speed striptease!

Mom's dress fell to the floor and she quickly stepped out of it leaving her clad in only her bra and panties.

Her hands went behind her back, unclipped the bra and cast it to the side.

There was only a slight droop to her tits, but they looked magnificent, dark circles of red flesh, in the centre nipples that were already engorged and crying out to be sucked.

Her thumbs went to the sides of her panties, hooked in and in one movement they were on the floor with the rest of her clothing.

As if I had not had enough shocks today there was the biggest looking at me.

MOM WAS SHAVED BARE!!

I would never have believed it but here I was seeing with my own eyes, her pussy glistened with moisture, pink puffy lips peeking out at me and, at the top, the cutest nub of a clitoris, waiting for my tongue to worship it.

Mom then lay down on the bed, stretched out her arms and said,

"Join me baby, I need you so much."

I was quickly as naked as Mom; my cock had not been this hard since Grandma passed.

I joined Mom on the bed and went to kiss her.

"No baby," she said, "right now all I want is to feel that cock inside me and to feel your cum splashing off the walls of my pussy!"

Who was I to disappoint my Mother?

I placed my cockhead at her entrance and gently eased forward so that just the head entered her.

"O.o.o yes baby, I have wanted this for weeks now, fuck your Mom!"

I eased my way deep inside and began a slow, rhythmic motion, I had to savour this moment and I have been savouring it now for the last five years.

Making love with the woman who gave you life is one of the most pleasurable and satisfying feeling one can have.

The End.