This is a continuation of my story, "Christmas with Mom," and you might want to read it first. I appreciate all the positive feedback from the first installment, it is very gratifying. I hope you like the second installment as well. And yes, there will be more.
As always, you may assume that this is a work of fiction and that all characters exist only within my mind, but as always, what is one man's fantasy is another's reality...it all depends on your perception, doesn't it. All one can really hope is that you, dear readers, enjoy the story.
Words cannot quite capture my feelings after becoming Mom's lover on Christmas morning. I wish I was a poet or an artist or a composer. Perhaps I could then do some justice in describing this new world that I now find myself in. Everything changed with our first intimate dance of love and lust, both passionate and exhilarating. I know that I could not help the goofy grin that was perpetually plastered on my face. And words simply fail to capture the beatific glow that Mom now exhibited. I knew now that it was my life's mission to keep Mom looking this happy for the rest of her life (a job I merrily carry on to this day.).
In the days after Christmas, as Chicago and the rest of the Midwest began digging itself out, I could not keep my eyes off my mother, amazed that this woman who'd I'd been in love with practically all my life was now mine. My mother, who had nursed me, cared for me, tended to my wounds and encouraged me to explore the world around me, my mother was now my soul mate, my lover.
The day after Christmas, we took things easy, just enjoying each others company, savoring our new found intimacy. And Mom admitted a little sheepishly, "John, I'm kinda sore." She laughed as we embraced under the Christmas tree, wrapped up in our blankets and each other after waking up, "I swear, it almost feels like I lost my virginity again last night. It's been a long, long time, since anyone made love to me like you did, son." She reached down and stroked my already erect cock. "And I've never had anything as big and long as this inside me. I guess you did fuck virgin territory!" she giggled as I pulled her in for a kiss.
Truth be told, my cock was also aching a bit, but it was that pleasant 'I've had a lot of great sex kind of ache,' so I wasn't complaining a bit. It was a wonderful day, our lusts momentarily sated, but there was no uncomfortable "what do we do now," atmosphere left behind. We have always been comfortable just being together and I think that even without sex, we enjoyed an equally intimate time together. We talked and napped and kissed and just spent the day 'cocooning' as they used to say. I enjoyed the freedom of cuddling up with Mom as we slept and savored the delicious feel of her warm body against mine when we woke up.
In the late afternoon on December 27, Mom suggested a nice, long soak in the tub. The best thing about my apartment was that it had an old fashioned claw foot tub that two normal size people could squeeze into – emphasis on "Squeeze." It took a little wiggling and adjusting, but we both managed to fit in the tub. We sat at opposite ends and adjusting our legs, found ourselves joined at the crotch, my semi-erect cock resting against Mom's furry mound.
We spent most of the morning in a hot bubble bath, continuing our talk from the day before, Mom looking at me with an expression that few sons have probably ever seen in their mother's eyes; a look that signaled desire, lust, love and utter and complete happiness.
Something had been on my mind, a memory of Mom straddling me, crying out her orgasm and begging me to make her pregnant. I reminded Mom of that moment and she smiled mysteriously and wiggled a bit in the water as if the image was making her horny. "Mom, did you mean that? Would you really like to have a baby with me?"
Mom sighed as she smiled sadly at me. "Well, I think that's just natural. A woman wants to have a baby with her lover and the thought of having my son's baby in my belly really makes me wet, John."
"But...? It really sounds like there's a 'but' in there." I said
Mom sighed again, her breasts heaving into sight as she did so, swollen nipples peeking out briefly. I had an image of Mom's heavy, sloping breasts becoming swelled with mother's milk and my cock stiffened a little more. "But, I'm forty-two years old, honey," Mom said. "And I had my tubes tied after your brothers were born. I might be able to get that procedure undone, but at my age, getting pregnant is a long shot. And like we talked about, I don't expect to divorce your father for another couple of years." Mom raised her right foot and gently brushed my chest with it, the movement making her thick matted mound rub deliciously against my cock. "After that, well, son, we'll just see what happens."
I felt Mom roll her pelvis slightly, raising up so my cock was brushing against her blooming pussy lips which felt like hot, wet silk. "I suppose I should ask you, John. Would you like to make a baby with your Mom?" Mom was grinning evilly at me now.
I flexed my hips to counter her movement. "Mom, the thought of you pregnant alone makes me hard. The thought that I could make your belly and breasts swell because I put a baby inside you is almost enough to make me cum!" I thrust forward and my now iron hard cock slipped a couple of inches into Mom's hot pussy. "I would love to make Mommy pregnant!"
Mom groaned, a little bit of pain, a whole lot of pleasure and bit her lip as she moved forward to take more of me into her. I moved deeper into Mom's pussy on my own, finally our arms were wrapped around each other as sitting in the tub, we became joined, cock and pussy. "I love you, Mom!" I stammered as I felt her mature cunt muscles wrap around my cock. Sitting face to face in the bubble filled water, Mom and I couldn't move easily, but it's amazing what delicious pleasures a man and a woman can derive from the slightest movements when making love!
Mom kissed me hard, her body shivering with excitement as her wet, soapy body pressed against mine; her heavy, meaty breasts pillowing out against my chest, her thick nipples making me shiver as they scraped against my flesh. Mom's legs wrapped around me, digging into the small of my back as she thrust herself against me, taking me deep within her fiery womb.
Mom cried out against my mouth as I thrust back, my hands cupping her ass cheeks to hold her against me as I shoved my cock into my mother's hungry pussy. It was a long, sweet fuck, our slow in and out motions making things last forever. Sweat poured out of our bodies, joining the bathwater which didn't seem to cool off. Our incestuous lovemaking seemed to keep the water and ourselves steaming hot.
For what seemed hours we both crept towards the edge of climax. Mom and I stared at each other, our mouths slightly open in awe or disbelief that we were again consummating our desires for each other. Our eyes held the real expression of our deed. Looking into Mom's eyes I could see the desire and love that she had for me. I saw her raw, naked, incestuous passion steadily growing towards the moment of no return and I knew that the same look was in my own eyes. I was making love to my mother, my woman, my soul mate! Each gentle, slow agonizing thrust into Mom made us groan and sigh. We seemed to reach climax together, Mom crying gently as she pressed her face against my chest, her arms holding me so tight, her nails digging slowly into my back as our mutual pleasure mounted and mounted until finally, my cock buried deep in Mom's pussy, I cried out, "I love you, Mom!" and let myself go, ejaculating my seed into her steamy cunt.
Mom screamed, her voice muffled against my chest and I felt her subtly thrust a little more, taking me a fraction deeper into her pussy before her vaginal muscles clamped down tightly and enhance my pleasure by constantly milking me of my semen. I held on tight to Mom as she convulsed in orgasmic delight. Her long, black mane of hair ticked my nose as she shivered and I could smell her distinct jasmine tinged scent, mixed with sweat and our lusty, combined musks.
We sat in the middle of my old bathtub for what seemed an eternity, our orgasms seeming to go on forever. I couldn't believe how much semen I pumped into my mother's body. I couldn't believe how I seemed to be able to produce such intense orgasms in my own mother! Her chest heaved against mine, both our hearts pounding as we struggled to regain our breath.
Finally though, Mom shifted to look up at me, her face streaked with tears. "That was wonderful, John." Mom kissed me then, tenderly, her tongue dancing with mine. "I don't know how I can leave you, son," Mom whispered. "I want to stay with you here and never go back."
"I know, Mom," I replied softly. "That day will come, though. Not soon enough, but someday we'll be together forever."
Eventually we climbed out of the tub, not wanting to turn into prunes. We spent the evening on the couch, making out and talking more. I tried to press Mom about other things she'd said, "Incest runs in our family," being a comment that hung tantalizingly between us. Mom was adamant though, and told me she would answer that when she was ready.
Mostly Mom talked about her suppressed desires. "Like I've told you, John, I think at heart, I am a slut. I can't tell you how much I want to just open up the windows and tell the world that my son is the best cocksman I've ever known. That I fuck my son and that I love it and I love him more than anything on Earth!"
I'm sure you can imagine how swelled my ego was at that moment, not to mention how swelled my cock was. I mean, this was my Mom. Mom of the matronly dresses and the conservative pantsuits. Mom of the PTA and Cub Scout Den Mother and Sunday School teacher. Mom, who without fail, had dinner ready every night, helped with homework and tucked us in at night. My cock throbbed as she talked about her desire to throw away her conservative clothes and begin dressing provocatively. "I know I'm no thin model, but dammit, I've still got a nice body, son!"
Mom shrugged off the blanket we had ourselves wrapped in and cupped her meaty breasts, lifting them up and squeezing them, her fingers digging deep into her tit flesh. "I mean, I know these boobs aren't perfect anymore, but I think they're still pretty damned terrific!"
I kicked off the blanket to show how much I appreciated Mom how much I appreciated her body and we both laughed as my hard-on pointed its swollen head at her. "Mmmm, now that's a compliment," Mom cooed, sliding off the couch and moving between my knees. Taking me in her right hand, Mom kissed the head of my cock and whispered, "Mommy just loves her son's big penis!"
