I am a mature young man, Tom aged 18 yrs. I live with my mom alone together in our farm house which is few miles away from city. I can't forget that day when dad shows us the door of our home. From that day we live in our farm house.
Mom is a hard worker and provides well for us. She works in a private firm. At 36 she still looked amazing tall for a female at 5'8" with medium-length brown hair. Her cup size is 36D. Overall my mom is smoking hot.
I woke up one spring morning, with the sun shining into my room. It was early still, which was good, because it really meant that winter was on its way out. It was getting warmer. Most of the snow was gone as I looked out the window while dressing. Then I ambled downstairs to the kitchen.
I moved up behind mom at the stove and leaned down and bussed her neck. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Mom said.
"Very Good morning, mother."
"Want some coffee, babe?"
"That sounds wonderful." I told her.
"What are your plans today, Christopher?" she asked.
"Well, nothing special mom but some routine work in farm" I replied.
She served me my breakfast and asked, "Do you want some help? I am wide open this week".
"That would be great mom, it'll do you some good to get out and you know how much I love spending time with my favorite lady."
"I love you so much, Honey. You are the best son that a mother could have." She said fiercely.
After finishing our work in farm, we ate our lunches and lay back on a blanket enjoying the mild spring day sunshine.
Mom looked over at me, "Dear, are you lonely out here?"
"What do you mean, Mom? I am not alone, I'm with you."
"No, honey, what I mean is don't you miss having a girlfriend around. I mean you've been stuck out here on the 'back-forty' with me for nearly six months now." She replied.
"Nah, it was never like that, mom".
"Mother, are you lonely?" I asked her.
She shyly looked down at the ground, "Sometimes I miss the male 'companionship' if you know what I mean."
She looked over at me and smiled, and reached her hand over and caressed my unshaven cheek and asked me to shave at list once in a week.
She leaned over closer to me and then slowly brought her sweet lips to mine and lightly kissed me on the mouth, and then we rode back to the house, quiet in our own thoughts, but enjoying the closeness of being together.
As soon as we reached home mom shot back. "My feet are sore and tired after all day in the saddle with boots on."
So I lift her in my arms and we lead to her bedroom. I spent fifteen minutes rubbing her feet and then moved up each leg to her calves. She groaned and sank deeper into the bed.
My eyes moved from long legs to my mother's face. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire as she looked at my face.
"Come here, darling, come here, my darling." She said huskily.
I moved up beside her, looking down on the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen.
"I love you, Mom, I love you." I said.
"I know you do, honey, now kiss me." She replied softly.
And then we slept there in each others arms. But next morning I woke up early.
Mom wasn't up yet, but that was hardly surprising. I found the ingredients for an omelet and cooked that up with a stack of toast, jam on the side, and a small pot of tea. I piled all of it onto a breakfast tray and headed back upstairs.
I crawled onto the bed beside Mom. The sheet was at her waist and the strap of her nightgown down off her shoulder, half exposing her breast. It was so beautiful. I could clearly see her large, rose colored nipple. I pulled myself together and wafted the toast under her nose. Mom stirred a little, shifting, her hand falling across my thigh. My cock throbbed when she brushed it. Then her hand was resting right on it. Oh Jesus. It took all I had to not cum right there. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I bent and softly stroked Mom's bared breast. She moaned in her sleep. I could swear she was stroking me now. As Mom snapped awake, I leapt off the bed in fear.
I fetched the tray and leaned over to place it across her leg, then moved back. Just being that close to her made me tingle. What the hell was wrong with me? It was my mother lying there.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mom asked.
"I, uh…"
"Come here, sit beside me." Mom laughed. "My toast doesn't have jelly, my tea isn't poured."
At a loss for an excuse to get out of there, I sat on the bed beside her, trembling.
In my state I had a little trouble pouring the hot water into the mug. I dipped the tea bag, then took a piece of toast and knifed some jelly onto it, dropping a blob of jelly over the edge. "I'll get that," Mom said. She ran a couple fingers along my thigh, scooping the jelly from my pants. Mom stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the jelly off. Jesus!
Mom finished her breakfast and drew me even closer. Slowly we came together, our lips softly connecting, wet, sticking together; warmth flooded my mouth as I tasted my mother's lips with mine. A wave of love and longing washed through me, through my heart and to the depths of my very soul. God, how I loved and desired this woman - my mother.
All of the sudden the moths of pent up passion and lust struck both of us simultaneously, our lips swirled together, tongues searching, probing as we kissed each other. My hands reached around my mother and I clasped her to me as I kissed her. I stroked her back, her neck, the sides of her face, her soft hair as I made love to her mouth with mine.