We returned from Lake George and I could definitely add it to my most memorable trips.
A few days later I stopped by the Village Inn to have dinner with some friends. As fate would have it, I bumped into one of my old girlfriends, Gloria, and invited her to join us. After dinner, it was agreed I would follow her to her apartment where we spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other again. I had to agree with mom that getting my cock wet was a good idea. As it would turn out, spending the night with Gloria was not.
The next evening I could tell mom was upset about something. She had barely said a word to me during supper.
I sat at the dining table working on some spreadsheets, when mom came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing a housecoat, which seemed a bit unusual, as her usual attire had become a light nightgown over her panties.
"I am going to read a bit." She said, pausing briefly as she passed to her bedroom. "I was thinking, if you're in the mood, you might join me when you're finished there? No hurry, honey."
"I can do this later!" I assured her.
"No! Let me read for about an hour." She replied.
I watched her walk into her bedroom and remove her housecoat. Plainly, I could tell she was teasing me as she pulled the bedding down, propped her pillows up and, with book in hand, entered the bed, giving me a delectable view of her ass and hairy pussy. I tell you, it was a long hour and I had trouble concentrating on my spreadsheets. Every time I glanced up, which was often, I could see her lying there naked. Finally, the clock told me the hour was up. I switched off the dining room light.
As I entered the bedroom, mom sat her book on the bed table and pulled the chain on the lamp. I undressed in the semidarkness and, as was most common nowadays, I began to rub her feet.
"Why don't you come up here and lay beside me." She summoned. "I feel like being cuddled a little tonight. Maybe a kiss or two even."
Kissing mom? I have to honestly confess I had never given much thought about kissing mom. On the mouth anyway! But, I did as directed and we exchanged a peck or two as I hugged her tightly. Surprisingly, her hand was the first one to explore, quickly finding my cock and toying with it. Her hand caressed my balls and quickly became an uncomfortable vise.
"MOM! Easy there!" I sounded my alarm. "Those things are delicate!"
Her vise grip did not ease and I felt my balls being compressed.
"Where the hell were you last night?" She questioned accusingly.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed. "You're not my boss! Since when do you care where I go or what I do? It's not the first time I have spent the night out. Let go of my balls!"
"Tell me where you were and, since you brought it up, what you were doing?" She questioned menacingly, putting a little more pressure on my balls.
"I was with a girl named Gloria!" I readily admitted. "Getting my cock wet like you suggested. Now, let me go!"
"I wanted you to eat my pussy last night!" She exclaimed, maintaining the pressure on my balls. "You're the one started this. You think it's right for me to just sit around waiting to you to get horny?"
"No! Of course not!" I agreed, wholeheartedly. "I didn't know!"
"Of course you didn't know because you didn't call, you dumb ass!" She exclaimed.
"I'm sorry! I'll call the next time I'm going to get my cock wet, like you suggested!" I replied annoyingly.
"You want to be a smart ass?" She challenged. "I crush your nuts if you get cute with me!" She snapped, adding more pressure.
"Okay! Okay! I'm really sorry!" I pleaded. "I'll call next time. I promise."
"You'd better!"
The crazy bitch finally released my balls.
"You know! You can be a crazy bitch sometimes!" I exclaimed, as she rolled a way for me. "I thought you wanted me to eat your pussy?"
"Not tonight!" She replied. "I'm upset. I wouldn't enjoy it and I'm sure as hell not going to get you off, you jerk."
As usual with mom, I was not going to let her say no to me. I maneuvered close in behind her and began to play with her ass. She removed my hand three times from her ass before she gave up, allowing me to caress and squeeze her ass at my leisure. Extending the middle finger of my right hand, I pushed it between her thighs. She obligingly pulled her right leg double allowing me access and I began to toy with her clit.
"Do you mind if I get my finger a little wet?" I queried, pulling my finger down between her labia, stopping at the entrance to her pussy.
"You're going to do whatever you want to do." She said sarcastically. "You're like every other god damn man I ever knew."
I slowly pushed my finger into her and began to slowly finger-fuck her, ignoring her comment.
"Are you jealous that I fucked somebody?" I asked.
"No, of course not!" She replied. "If I would have known that's what you were doing, I would have been happy for you. I just wanted to know, rather than laying here in the dark thinking that you might be fucking one of your girlfriends."
"You know that makes absolutely no sense at all." I stated rather than asked.
"I know. But I was horny as hell last night." She replied.
Our conversation ceased, as she rolled to her back, forcing my finger out of her, which I immediately eased back in as I kissed her passionately. She took possession of my cock in a much more friendly manner and began stroking it as I pressed it against her thigh.
I slid my wet finger out of her pussy and began to rotate it around her clit, causing her tongue to dart into my mouth. For many long minutes, I alternated massaging her clit and fingering her.
"My clit! Stay on my clit." She pleaded.
I did as directed and her ass began to move. I, as usual, found her moving ass to be extremely erotic. A feather-light stroke or her clit, I knew, would bring her quickly to orgasm, but for a few long moments the movies of her ass was intoxicating.
" Yes! It's! It's good! Right there! There! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssssssssss!"
Her body stiffened as the orgasm flowed through her. As her body relaxed, I slid my finger back into her wet pussy and began to finger-fuck her with a rapid rhythm.
"Hard! Do it hard!" She demanded. "Oh fuck yes!
Mom had only ceased yanking on my cock during the short moments that the orgasm froze her body. She was now stroking it with conviction as I reached over her body to grab her ass. I humped her thigh passionately, as if I had my cock in her pussy.
"Come for me, Paul." She coaxed. "Shoot that cum all over my leg!"
Those few words were all it took for me to erupt, ejecting my warm, milky white cum over her thigh. After a moment or two, I was aware of her left hand smearing that cum over her thigh and then into her pubic hair.
"You like that stuff a lot, don't you?" I queried. "You'd better be careful and not get any cum in your pussy."
"Get some cum on your middle finger." She directed. I did as directed. "Now, push that finger into my pussy!"
I did hesitate a moment to push my semen covered finger into mom's pussy, a very short moment as she laughed and called me chicken.
"You don't think I'd let you do that if it wasn't okay!" She laughed. "My tubes were tied with you, sugar. Your dad was mad as hell! I love you, baby, but I didn't want another child by him or any other son-of-a-bitch!"
I pulled my semen-coated finger out of her and lay on my back beside her. It seemed that every time I was intimate with mom that something new emerged. I was beginning to wonder if I would regret ever beginning such a relationship with the crazy lady. And then I was surprised once more.
"I don't see any reason why you should not sleep here with me, do you?" She proposed.
"Fine with me, mom." I replied. "It would be more fun just grabbing your ass to initiate sex or you grabbing my cock, rather than all of the verbal fencing."
"I agree." She replied and asked. "I did you fuck your girlfriend, Gloria?"
"Gloria likes her occasional cock." I replied. "But she's a bit straight-laced. Can you believe she doesn't like her pussy kissed?"
"You're joking?"
The weeks passed by and mom and I were intimate at least twice a week. I remembered to call whenever I was going to get my cock wet and it did not seem to have any ill effect on our odd incestuous relationship.
Mom continued to rub my cum through her pubic hair, and requesting that I stick my cum covered finger into her pussy. The pleasure she seemed to get from it fascinated me. She could never explain to me why she found it so pleasurable, and she admitted she had never found a man's cum so fascinating.
We had played our incestuous game in virtually every room of the apartment, on various furniture and all kinds of positions. She seemed to really enjoy being on her knees on the edge of the bed, or bent over a chair, her ass up in the air, while I stood to one side of her and fingered her pussy and clit. I really enjoyed standing in front of her while she massaged and jerked my cock, while I imagined that she wanted and would eventually put her lips around it. I figured, with her fascination with my cum, she certainly must want to taste it.
One evening, mom wedged herself between the kitchen table and me, sitting at the table. She wiggled her ass, teasing me, and I lifted her skirt and began to play with her naked ass, as she had no panties on. After long moments of her teasing me, I said;
"You trust me?" I asked.
"Hell no!" She promptly replied.
"Lets try something new!" I said, standing and lifting her to sit on the table.
I positioned her on the table with her bare ass close to the edge of the table, placing her feet on the edge of the table. I left it up to her to spread her thighs. I unbuckled by shorts, letting them drop, and pushed my briefs down, stepping out of them. "Fear not, dear lady, I'm not going to stick it in you, so calm down. I'm going to rub your clit with the head of my cock."
"OOUUuuuu!" She moaned and cautioned, as she lay back, spreading her thighs, willingly. "You make damn sure you're careful not to poke it in me! I'll cut the damn thing off."
