The beginning of this story was posted as "At My Mother's Breast" followed by "Mother's Breast -- The Reunion" the reader may want to familiarize himself with the background before reading this episode.
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The sun fully illuminated the room. The inner curtains were drawn but the heavy, light blocking drapes remained open. The red numbers on the digital clock told me it was ten sixteen in the AM. The soundless television flickered in the morning light.
Last evening's wine was dissipating from my system and the grogginess of sleep was giving way to the reality of what happened, in this room, somewhere in the last twelve hours.
As I lay naked, I can turn my head and see the bare back and well rounded hip of the pale, copper haired woman sleeping, naked, beside me. She is my mother and I am in love with her. Yes, almost everyone loves their mother but I am "in" love with my mother. Last night she reluctantly submitted to me and now we are not only mother and son we are lovers.
A series of events starting two years ago brought us to this hotel room in Caesar's Palace, Las Vegas. I had always been sexually attracted to my mother taking every opportunity to observe her in the bath and various states of undress. Shortly before leaving for the Navy I discovered her having sexual relations with someone other than my father. She saw me watching but neither of us ever mentioned the incident. After that she became an obsession and the woman of my fantasies. I eventually realized I was in love with her.
Returning from a recent Pacific cruise I invited my family to meet me in Las Vegas for a small vacation. My mother was the only one that could make the trip. We shared the same hotel room and last night I successfully seduced the woman now asleep beside me.
Easing from the bed, without waking her, I quietly crossed the distance to the bathroom where I gargled with the small bottle of mouthwash provided and then bathed my private parts with warm soapy water. I returned to the room, turned off the television and faced the bed.
In my short absence mother, still asleep, had turned onto her back. Gravity had flattened her large breasts pushing them to the sides of her chest. Her normally protruding belly had sunken to the depth of her ribcage raising her pubic mound to a more prominent position. The hairy triangle at the top of her thighs was matted with the residue of last night's lovemaking; even so I yearned to cover the junction with my eager mouth.
Her pale, relaxed face was surrounded with a tangled mass of the same copper colored hair that covered her labia. The sweet mouth, showing little trace of yesterday's pink lipstick, gaped open a small amount to allow the slight rattle of a feminine snore to escape. Those beautifully graceful fingers and toes still boasted the vivid pink polish that clashed with her hair. I loved this woman and I lusted after her like nothing I have ever before experienced.
Sitting on the hotel room's unoccupied bed I continued to drink in the lovely sight before me. Her eyes fluttered once and she rolled on her side facing me. The big tits repositioned themselves, the right breast rested on the bed and her left breast rested on the right. During the turn she had pulled her top leg up toward her chest exposing her pussy lips and the bottom of that much adored ass. Neither her nipples nor labia exhibited the swollen excitement of last night but rather lay relaxed as she slept.
My cock, on the other hand, had regained all its former glory. Gazing at the nakedness of my mother, I contemplated what we could accomplish in the next four days. I wanted to make love to her in every conceivable way, as often as possible.
The green eyes fluttered open, closed and then opened wide with understanding as she realized where she was and who was sitting, naked, on the facing bed.
"Max!" She gasp, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to cover her nakedness.
"Don't do that mother," I ordered in a soft but authoritative voice.
Without meeting my gaze she dropped the sheet, a gesture of surrender that exposed her breasts. I gently pushed her onto her back, pushed the sheet to the bottom and sat on the edge of her bed. She lay nude with arms at her sides and looked at me with a mixture of confusion, anticipation and maybe just a tad of hate for what I made her realize about herself.
"Good morning, mother." I spoke slow and soft, "I love you."
"Max, please, we can't . . ."
Cupping her left tit in both hands, I lowered my head and sucked in the nipple and areola. There was an intake of breath, barely audible and I could feel the beat of her heart through the flesh of her breast. I allowed one hand to move down and massage her soft belly.
". . . go on like this," she protested.
She seemed unaware of her own hand stroking the nape of my neck and holding my head to her breast. The protest seemed to address her own, raging emotions.
I positioned myself beside my mom and brought my lips to her mouth. My tongue probed her depths and she slowly started to suck on it and lick it with her own. She turned on her side and her, bed warm, body fused with mine. My hardened dick once again found itself nudging the valley between her awakening cunt lips.
Our position allowed me access to her plump white ass. My hand kneaded, messaged and probed until I was afraid I might make her black and blue. Our mouths never abandon the give and take of tongues. Mother was again responding, protests long forgotten in the rising excitement of passion.
Breaking the kiss, I placed my mother's hand on my throbbing hot penis.
"I want to fuck you again, mother," I said in a business as usual tone.
"Yes."
"Yes what, mom?"
'Yes, I want you to."
"Want me to what?"
"I want you to fuck me," she shuddered out in a soft whisper and stroked my cock.
Her face flushed with both excitement and embarassment at using the word.
Her lips returned to mine, then after one long deep kiss I ever so slightly applied a downward pressure on my mom's shoulder. She pulled her head back to look questioningly into my eyes.
I held her gaze a few seconds before increasing the pressure.
She twisted downward until her face lay on my stomach then nibbled and licked her way to the place where my hot, rigid meat erupted from a forest of dark pubic hair. She weighed my testicles in her hand as she rained tiny motherly kisses up and down my shaft; little sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. I lay back on the bed with my arm extended and my hand entangled in her fiery tresses urging her further.
Mother's tongue flicked out like an asp and teased the head of my penis tracing a circle around the sensitive ridge. My back involuntarily arched pushing my manhood closer to her. She engulfed the head with her hot mouth and let her teeth make contact with the skin behind the ridge. Looking down I could see her small straight nose buried in my pubic hair and the feel spasms of her throat. Her cheeks became concave from the sucking pressure as she pulled back. The style and intensity of the blowjob bore witness that she was no novice at sucking a cock, a thought that was extremely exciting to me.
Not wanting to repeat the lack of staying power I had exhibited last night I pulled mom's face away and gently brought her lips to mine. Again I told her I loved her.
"Max, honey, please excuse me a minute. I want to clean up a little before we go on."
She stood and walked to the bathroom. The freckled alabaster globes of her bottom swaying. Her cheeks sagged slightly causing lines at the bottom of each and forming an inverted "T" where they met the cleft. That ass, my obsession, still flared out from the relatively narrow waist forming the proverbial upside down heart.
I could hear the water running and assumed she was cleaning away the fruits of our prior labors.
With her pretty hair freshly combed she stepped from the bathroom; still totally naked, ample breasts bobbing as she walked. I thought how much lovelier a mature woman is than a young hard-body. My mother's natural tits sagged and exhibited some slight stretch marks but remained full with healthy colored nipples and areolas. Her nicely rounded belly protruded a little, I assume from her child bearing years. Firm rounded thighs met at the untrimmed nest of soft, coppery colored hair covering her mons. I couldn't take my eyes away!
A happy smile tugged at her freshly painted pink lips.
"You make me feel so pretty when you look at me, honey." She confided, "I can see the love in your eyes."
"I do love you mom!"
Taking her place beside me on the bed she pressed her form against me. Her perfume piqued my senses. Our lips met in warm tender kisses with tongues tentatively exploring each others lips and teeth. The earlier sense of urgency was replaced with soft, slow savoring of the each other's body. Each caress, each touch and kiss radiated love.
