The rest of the picnic trip was like a blur. There was the occasional knowing glances between mother and son, but nothing more than that both there and on the ride home. I was deep in thought about what had happen and what could potentially happen next. I was still in disbelief that my mother had not only stroked my cock, but swallowed my cum too. The one thing I was sure of was that I knew it was only a matter of time before those massive jugs and my mom were going to be mine. I think mom knew it too and maybe she was contemplating the next move also which is why she was being so quiet too.
The one thing I did decide on that ride home was that I was going to stop taking the slow and careful approach. I know we were a conservative family, but my desires were now overwhelming and I didn't want to wait anymore and just see how things played out. I was going to make them happen and soon, but what was my next move?
The next morning after the picnic trip I woke up with a raging hard on and the thoughts of finally getting to touch, lick, and suck on what I have been dreaming of for a long time, my mother's big breasts.
Everyone was already ready for church and eating breakfast when I came downstairs in just my sleeping shorts and t-shirt. Dad is his normal conservative suit, Ray (my younger brother) wearing his normal tan pants and button down white shirt, and Mom in her (as conservative as she could possibly be) Sunday dress with the flower print. No cleavage allowed when going to church. How would the minister be able to concentrate on his sermon with those things staring him in the face since we always sat in the second row? That thought made me chuckle.
"I think I am going to skip church today. I am just not feeling in the holy mood today." I pronounced.
Of course that statement got the disappointing and disapproving stare from my Dad. Mom didn't react. I think she was afraid to and Ray just glared at me with jealousy knowing he couldn't pull that off. In this house everyone went every Sunday unless they were seriously ill. I felt that I was old enough now to make up his own mind whether I should go or not. I knew I had sinned and was going to be sinning again soon.
After breakfast, mom was at the sink doing the morning dishes. I walked up beside her to help put the dishes in the dishwasher. It felt so nice and so right to be this close to her again. My hardening cock felt the same way. Both heads were totally in sync which is always a good thing. I whispered, "Can you get out of going too?" as I rubbed my cock against her ass as I walked around her. It was now hard as a rock.
It is hard to describe the look on her face. Her proper upbringing produce an immediate look of worry, but that quickly turned into a sly smile of want and desire as she looked into my eyes and pushed back slightly against my cock.
"John, is it ok if I not go today either? I am not feeling 100% and maybe should stay home with Robby. Ray and you can go."
John, Peggy's wife of 20 years, started to protest, but wasn't in the mood for an argument, so agreed, and off him and Ray went.
As they drove out of the driveway, I wasted no time in unzipping my mom's dress. She waved goodbye to them through the kitchen window as I slid my hands around her and squeezed those objects of my desire while slightly pinching her nipples which were already hard.
