I was awakened the next day by the glare of the mid-afternoon sun shining obnoxiously through the windows of our suite; my eyes were wincing from the blinding light as I tried to slowly adjust and open them. My head was pounding and it felt as if I'd just woken up from a feverish dream; one that couldn't have possibly been based in reality.
I could feel Mom's back pressed against my chest; I could feel the heat between our bodies as our moist skin melted into one another. My left arm was completely numb and felt as if it had been severed during the night; Mom's head rest above on the pillow where my arm was trapped beneath. I could feel a little tickle on my nose from her wild stray hairs; her scent was intoxicating. My right arm was wrapped around her body with her arm resting on mine; I could feel the weight of one of her large breasts as I clenched it tightly in the palm of my hand.
My cock was burning and throbbing from the amount of blood it had accumulated; I don't believe my erection subsided throughout the entirety of the night. It was nestled between Mom's cheeks and I could feel the radiating warmth of her vagina on the tip of my cock; her thighs were squeezing the life from me. I wiggled my hips in an attempt to free my cock but cautiously enough so that I didn't wake her; she twitched and I seized the moment as her thick thighs released their grip.
I could feel the leftover cum that had been festering within my mother drip out from her wet hole as I pulled my cock out of her cheeks. I breathed a small sigh of relief as the blood started to rush back to the rest of my body; next I'd have to free my arm.
Mom began to stir as I pulled my arm from under the pillow; her hips shifting and her thighs twisting she flipped over onto her back and onto me. Her ass resting on my thigh, she turned over all the way until we were nearly nose to nose; my arm was trapped once more. Mom slowly started to open her eyes as she fought the intense night of sleep and relaxation that we'd just had.
"Good morning, Mrs. Shaw." I said.
Mom's eyes snapped open as our noses touched; she pulled her head back and stared into my eyes. Silenced filled the room.
She placed her hands on my chest and pushed back to create distance between us. She flipped over onto her side with her back to me.
"Fuck." She said, in a panic. "Fuck. Fuck."
"What is it?" I asked.
Mom sat up on the edge of the bed with her feet touching the floor. Her right hand shot up and grabbed the side of her head; her wild hair danced through her finger tips.
"My head." She said. "What time is it?" She asked in a frenzy.
"It's nearly five." I told her.
"Shit!" She shouted as she hopped out of bed and started rummaging through her suitcase. She tossed her shirts, pants, dresses, and lingerie overhead until most of her things were scattered across the room.
"I'm late!" She said, as she hopped to her feet and ran over to the bathroom mirror.
Mom proceeded to throw her outfit for the day on; checked herself out in the mirror and fixed her wild hair with both of her hands the best she possibly could.
"I'll be back later." She said.
"But Mom.." I said
"I'm sorry, I've got to run right now. I'll be back later tonight."
The door slammed behind her.
I exhaled as I dropped my head back onto the pillow; I grabbed the white sheet on threw it over my face.
"Fuck." I thought. "It wasn't a dream at all."
My mind raced and jumped from conclusion to conclusion.
"Was Mom mad at me? Did I take advantage of her? Did I do something wrong? Will things ever be the same?"
As stressed as I was about the answer to all of my questions my mind seemed to only land on one thing.
Last night.
Last night was the most magical night I'd ever had; the connection I felt with my Mother was unlike anything I'd felt before and I wondered if I'd feel it again, with anyone. My body was still tingling from the sexual high I got from being with her. My mother. Eva.
My cock was still rock solid beneath the tent of the sheet; it was throbbing and pulsating and burning almost as if it was begging me for a release of tension. My eyes frantically scanned the room until they spotted the tiny black thong that Mom was wearing the night before. Without a second thought I'd grabbed them from the floor and pressed them hard against my face and took a deep breath; I could still smell her wet pussy.
I grabbed my cock and started to stroke while breathing in the sacred scent of my own mother.
"I did this." I thought to myself as I stroked harder and harder. "I made her feel this way. I made her pussy drip. I made her cum."
The thought of making Mom cum was too much for my brain to handle and I started to involuntarily reach the climax of my orgasm. I threw the sheet to the side uncovering my nude body; my cock started to twitch and just as it erupted I wrapped Mom's thong around it and caught every last rope of cum in the crotch.
"Right where her pussy would be." I thought to myself as I started to 'cum' down.
The aching in my cock subsided but the pounding of my head did not. I grabbed Mom's pillow and wrapped both arms around it; snuggling it just as I had her all throughout the night. My body was in a state of ecstasy and I felt completely at ease as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Mom had rushed from the room because she was late for the biggest meeting of her trip; the stakes were not high as it was just another dinner for her and her co-workers. However, at this dinner she would be meeting the CEO of the company she was going to be working for; the "big boss" if you will. Mom was cool and confident about meeting him; she'd landed this job and it was for a reason. Because she was the best at what she does and she knew it.
Although Mom did not look her best she still looked better than every single woman at the restaurant that night.
She was greeted by her co-workers as she arrived and finally it was time. She walked right up to the Mr. Bernard and extended her hand.
"Mr. Bernard, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Mom said, as she shook the CEO's hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Shaw." He said, as he guided Mom's hand to his mouth and gave her a light kiss on the back of it.
Mom was taken aback and a bit flattered. She felt a warm blood rush to her cheeks.
"You must forgive me." Mr. Bernard said, "I wasn't warned of the natural beauty you possessed."
Mom's face was full on blushed at this point; she laughed.
"And no one told me you were to be so charming, Mr. Bernard."
Mr. Bernard was in his mid-forties; he had dark brown hair that was pushed to the side and slicked back. Though he was a few years older than Mom, his face was smooth and had no wrinkles. His eyes were a chestnut brown and his smile was as smooth as his face and he had a slick French accent that was guaranteed to have women falling head over heels for him. He looked less like the CEO of a billion dollar company and more like a movie star from the 1940's. Needless to say, Mom was not expecting him to have such an atmosphere of charisma.
Everyone was escorted to their seats and began to put their orders in; Mr. Bernard ordered three bottles of expensive wine for the table.
"Say.. where's Matthew, Eva?" Sarah chimed in from across the table.
"Matthew?" Mr. Bernard asked.
"My....Husband." Eva told him. "We had a long night so we were running a bit.. Behind today. So he stayed at the hotel." She told Sarah.
Mr. Bernard's ear pricked up.
"Sounds like he had some night." Sarah winked.
"Ah, I was not aware that you'd brought your husband all the way to my beautiful country." Mr. Bernard said. "You must introduce us."
"I'll be sure to..bring him to our next outing." Mom said, nearly embarrassed as she raised her glass of wine to her lips.
"But of course." Mr. Bernard told her, "I'm throwing a large party tomorrow night. You two must make an appearance."
"That sounds wonderful, Mr. Bernard." She said. "What kind of party?"
"One you must see with your own eyes to believe." He responded, coy.
"You and Matthew are going to have a great time." Sarah laughed. "Mr. Bernard always throws the greatest parties whenever we welcome someone new to our team."
Mom finished up her dinner and put in an order to-go for me. Her co-workers all said their goodbyes and made their way to the door.
"Eva.." Mr. Bernard placed his hand on Mom's shoulder. "Would you like a ride to your hotel?"
"Oh, no. You don't have to do that, Mr. Bernard." Mom told him. "I'd hate to be an inconvenience."
"A beautiful woman such as yourself? An inconvenience? Nonsense!" Mr. Bernard asked, flirting with Mom. "No man on this Earth, could find a woman such as yourself as an 'inconvenience."
Mom blushed again.
"No, really." She told him. "I appreciate the compliment but it won't be necessary, Mr. Bernard."
"Please, Eva call me Henry." He told her. "We're going to be like family now."
Family.. Mom's mind started to replay the night she'd just spent with me.
"Okay, Henry." She laughed, "Thank you for the amazing dinner and welcoming me into your family. I feel very much at home here even though I'm so far away from it."
Henry extended his hand once more and Mom obliged by putting her hand into his; he pulled up close in again and gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"Au revoir." He whispered in her ear as he wrapped both arms around her and pressed his crotch against her. Mom could feel a slight bulge through his pants.
Mr. Bernard was 6'1 and towered over my 5'8 mother. Without much thought she instinctively wrapped her arms around him as well to say goodbye and goodnight. However there seemed to be some unspoken tension between the two of them. His hands traveled down the arch of her back and over the hump of her ass; he placed them beneath her cheeks and then lifted up, grabbing a hold of it.
"As for tomorrow night." He whispered into her ear once more. "Dress to impress.. And don't be afraid to show off a little more skin. This isn't America, mon chéri."
It was a short and swift encounter; Mom was a little tipsy and barely had enough time to process that her boss had just groped a handful of her ass.
"Hm?" She whimpered in response to what he'd just whispered.
"This party is.. 'Off the record." He told her. "It is not a business event."
"Okay." Mom told him. "I'll see you tomorrow night then."
While Mom had been out to dinner, I'd been fast asleep.. Yes, for the entirety of the day. I kept having the most wild and vivid dreams about Eva. In my dreams it wasn't awkward and there was no shame; my subconscious had complete control over Mom, so every time I woke up I would slam my eyes shut again to keep the dream going.
I imagined the outline of her entire body; every curve and crack. I dreamed about all the different ways we could make love; things we hadn't done the night before. Things we may never do. Things I'd be too embarrassed to even suggest. Truthfully I never wanted to wake up or come down from the cloud that I'd found myself on.
But all good dreams come to an end.
I was awakened by the violent buzzing of my cell phone against the wooden night stand. I woke up in a fit of rage and confusion and fell out of bed in an attempt to silence it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room as the bright light of the phoned shined into my eyes.
"Incoming video call from: Dad."
