Reassuring Mom

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It had been a rough several months since Mom's discovery. And the time since then had become tense for me. It all started one evening when Mom stopped into my Dad's and Granddad's Law offices. She had heard the voices of her husband and father-in-law coming from Granddad's office. The right door of the double doors into the office was partly open. She knew from many past visits that if it was closed, it meant a sensitive meeting was in progress and not to come in. So, with the door open several inches, she walked in and stopped dead in her tracks.

Not ten feet from the door were her husband and father-in-law. They were team fucking a young woman, the term 'spit-roast' popped into Mom's head. A cold feeling came over her, and a plan quickly formed. Having been a lawyer's wife for over twenty years, she knew evidence was vital. She pulled out her cell phone and recorded a few minutes of the action. She could tell all three were having a good time by the occasional moans and groans from them all, particularly the young woman. The men also discussed some incidental components of a pending case while using this woman. They were all naked as jaybirds, except for shoes.

Disgust and rage boiled up inside her, and she said in a menacing voice, "It's interesting what you consider a last-minute 'strategy session,' James, and you too, Dad. It looks more like cheating on both your wives. You can expect to be contacted by our divorce attorneys. And you, Miss, need to reassess your willingness to do 'whatever it takes' to get ahead." With that shocking statement delivered, she turned on her heel and left, closing the recording as she turned away.

That was almost six months ago. During that whole time, I was there for Mom. I held her hand, hugged her when she needed it, and wiped away many tears when she needed to let it out and cry her pain away. This strained my relationship with my girlfriend, Jessica. After a few months, she began sending signals that I wasn't spending enough time with her and too much with Mom. Not long ago, she broke up with me, two weeks ago in fact. So, for the last two weeks, Mom and I have consoled each other randomly, having comfort food dinners and watching TV until we got tired and went to bed. Both of us mopped around the house when not at work or school.

Then, the final straw hit Mom. The finalized divorce papers arrived by courier early that Friday morning. As of the moment they were filed, Mom was officially divorced. Shock hit her first, and she was nearly catatonic for about an hour. That's when the crying started in earnest. Big balling sobs wracked her body and broke her heart that final bit. I immediately jumped to hold her as she cried, rubbing her back and speaking gentle comforts into her ear. After another hour of that, she couldn't cry anymore.

She released me, kissed my cheek, and went to her bedroom without a word. I heard her step into the en suite bathroom and the faucet come on. A few minutes later, she returned, more composed but slightly puffy-eyed.

She stopped in the middle of the living room and stared into space before asking, "Am I so old and used up that your father would so casually toss me aside for some young bimbo?"

I was there in a flash, looking into her face, and said reassuringly, "Hell No, Mom. My Father and Grandfather are fools. They both literally screwed themselves out of the best women I know." She sighed and collapsed into my arms but didn't start crying again, just gave deep sighs.

"Do I still look good for a woman my age, Jimmy?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "Damn straight, Mom. You have always been the hottest Mom in my group of friends. Maybe less so since I started college, but that's more likely because I don't bring those horny bastards home with me." She snorted a little laugh at that, and it gave me a smile to entertain her.

"Then why would your father do this to me? To us." Her voice was still raw but not shaking now.

"Well, truth be told, I always thought Grandpa was an arrogant ass, and he had brought Dad along in his wake. You might say two peas in a pod. I'd take my guess one step further and say they probably never thought they would get caught. Worse yet, it probably wasn't the first young woman either. But that's no longer our problem."

"Oh, Jimmy, you always know the right thing to say to make me feel better," Mom says, pulling back slightly.

I pull back more to look her in the eyes and say, "It's because you're worth it, Mom. You have always been there for me. Yeah, maybe that makes me a 'Momma's boy' like Dad accused me of more than once, but ask me if I give a fuck what he thinks now."

"Language, Jimmy." She admonishes me gently as a small smile touches her lips.

I chuckle and lean in to give Mom a comforting kiss on the lips. For some reason, I linger for just a second. When I pull back again, I see an odd look on Mom's face that I have never seen before--one of wonder and a little bit of curiosity. Next, I realize how close we are hugging, and the feel of a warm, beautiful woman in my arms begins to excite me. I can feel Mom getting excited, too, as her nipples harden against my chest. My cock is doing its level best to rip a hole in my shorts.

The next thing that happens is surreal as I lean in to kiss her again. Mom meets me halfway, and we kiss again, just as tenderly but longer. After the kiss breaks, we pull into each other, and the hug tightens. With our cheeks pressed together, my hands seemed to move on their own, and the next thing we heard in the quiet room was the sound of a zipper. I am unzipping the back of Mom's sundress, and she shivers slightly but doesn't stop me.

When the zipper stops, I pull back and look Mom in the eyes. First, I reach up to cup her face and kiss her again, giving her another slow, tender kiss. Then, my hands slip down her graceful neck, across her shoulders, and to the straps on her dress to nudge them off her shoulders. Mom allows her arms to go straight, and the dress slips to the floor, puddling around her ankles.

She stands there in a lovely, lace matching bra and panty set in a pale green, matching her dress. Our arms return to hold each other close. I lean in to kiss her, but Mom beats me to it and kisses me with a renewed passion, the fire in her eyes plain for me to see. Our tongues slowly snake out and begin to twist and turn around each other, pushing back and forth into and retreating from each other's mouths.

While still kissing, Mom reaches out and pulls the hem of my t-shirt up, and I release her and the kiss long enough for her to pull it off me. We return to kissing and tightly holding each other as our hands wander into new territory. Her skin is incredibly soft and warm under my fingertips. When my fingers run into her bra strap, I quickly but carefully unclasp it, and it soon is on the floor. Mom reaches down and unbuckles and unbuttons my shorts, which join her garments and my tee.

It's then that we realize we are standing in the middle of the living room with the drapes open. Even if the house sits on a slight rise, it would be easy for someone looking in to see us. Mom takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. I close the door on habit as we enter. When she stops, it's right next to her bed, and she turns to look at my face. I look back without a doubt on my face, only love for this beautiful creature that is my mother.

"Are you sure about this, Jimmy?" Mom asks quietly.

I answer by stepping close, taking her left breast in my right hand as my left arm pulls her close, and I kiss her hard. My hand is pleasantly full without any waste of her smooth, soft, warm flesh. I knead her breast and rub her nipple gently but firmly with my thumb, eliciting a light moan. My left hand, after pulling Mom into me, roams down and cups her tight bubble butt to another moan.

Mom breaks the kiss and smiles, saying, "I guess you are. Now, make love to me, Jimmy. Remind me what it's like to be wanted and desired."

My right hand leaves her tit and slides down to her other butt cheek, and I lift Mom up and put her across her bed. She lays there in nothing but those pale green panties and a lusty smile just for me. I slowly reach out and tug her panties from her tight, petite body, the crotch sticking slightly. They also hit the floor, but not before I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. The musk of arousal that is my mother lies thickly in their cloth folds. Her smile widens.

I pull my skivvies off and stand before Mom with the biggest hard-on I have ever had in my life. She smiles and nods approvingly. Next, I hit my knees, slowly pushing Mom's knees apart, and got my first look at my mother's pussy. Surprisingly, she appeared shaved, and I noticed that there was no stubble. Curiosity painted my face.

"I wax. I love to feel that extra soft skin after a Brazilian wax. It also makes me very sensitive."

Mom's eyes have a burning fire in them now that I've never seen before, but I want to for as long as possible. I start by lightly kissing my way up from her knee to just short of her pussy. I pause to inhale deeply from the source of my mother's arousal. Mom looks at me down the length of her body while propped up on her elbows. I blow her a kiss and act like I'm going to go down on her, but instead, I return to the knee on the other leg and kiss my way back in. I inhale deeply again when I return to her center.

After another long look into Mom's eyes, I slowly lean down and place a soft, sweet kiss on her pink and puffy pussy lips. Mom moans long and deep. I have never truly seduced any of the girls I have been with before, but it just feels natural and right to do this with and for Mom. I do everything slowly and as sensually as I can imagine. I continue to lay soft, wet kisses all across her pussy. Mom's breathing becomes ragged in anticipation. Mine is a little heavy, too, at what I'm doing. I'm about to eat my mother's pussy and then make love to her. This is Truly Heaven.

When my own anticipation gets too high, I slip the tip of my tongue between the folds of Mom's lips and taste the ambrosia of her honey. We moan in concert, both enjoying this thoroughly. After licking up the nectar gathered in her honeypot, I begin licking her up and down inside and outside her lips, learning her sensitive spots. I avoid her clit for the first several minutes. Mom's breathing has gotten even more ragged with my efforts. Her hands are gripping the comforter beneath her in clenched hands.

Feeling the moment was right, I slipped my tongue deep into Mom's honeypot. I fucked her with my tongue until her breathing was sharp gasps, and then I jumped on her clit and sucked hard. She came explosively. Her hips lifted off the bed a foot. I rode her up and pushed in with my tongue on her extended nub.

She screamed out her pleasure, "OH FUCK YES, JIMMY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUUUMMM!" The rest of her breath left her in a deep moan.

I made her ride her orgasm for another full minute while alternating sucking and licking her clit rapidly. When I stopped, I slipped down and slowly and gently lapped up her honey. I kissed her puffy mound for another minute before slipping up beside Mom. Her eyes slowly came open to my smiling face. I quipped, "Was it good for you?" Mom began laughing with such joy that it was impossible not to join her.

When our mirth began to taper off, Mom reached over and pulled me to her and kissed me, gently at first, then with a building passion. I responded happily, even reaching out and cupping her breast again and rolling her nipple lightly. We were soon making out like teenagers. The heat continued to build until I slipped between Mom's thighs again and slid my still rock-hard cock across her hardened clit. She moaned lustily into our kiss and, still lip-locked, nodded her head.

After rubbing my cock that way, I shifted lower to rub up and down her soaked slit with the underside of my cock. She moaned and shivered in anticipation again. After a few good strokes, I slipped further down and found her hole. With a lust-filled look into her eyes, I pushed inside slowly. Our kiss broke as Mom tilted her head back and groaned loudly and again when I bottomed out.

I didn't move for many seconds, just enjoying the feel of being inside my mother, the heat and tightness were nearly overwhelming. When I looked into Mom's eyes after she looked back at me, it made it even better--the look of wanton lust and love for me and what we were doing was evident. After a long, slow, and deep kiss, I began slowly pumping in and out of Mom's wet, willing pussy. Her moans into our continued kiss made every second an erotic fantasy come true.

The passion we shared over the next several minutes stretched out like nothing else mattered. For us, that's exactly how it was. I made love to Mom for an unknown length of time, and neither of us was in a hurry to finish. But when we finished, it was a magical moment. Our breathing matched and revved to a fever pitch; we were gasping so much that we had to break off kissing but maintained our stares into each other's eyes.

I didn't ask, and when I came, I filled my mother with my seed, and I watched her fly off the edge of her building orgasm. She clamped down on my cock like a vice, but I kept plowing into her womanhood. The feeling of filling Mom with my seed and watching her ecstasy as she came was incredible. Right then, I wanted to see it over and over again. When I finished cumming, I slowed my pumping to nearly no motion, taking probably ten seconds or more on each half of my stroke, in or out. I wanted to draw out our pleasure together for as long as possible. When Mom's eyes reopened, and she looked into my face, it was like I had never seen her before. Her beauty was off the charts at that moment.

"My God, Jimmy. That was incredible. I love you so much. How is it my young son can give me more pleasure the first time than any of the times his father ever did?"

I had an evil thought and said, "Maybe it was just that, Mom. The fact your Son was fucking you to orgasm. It might be that you liked the little Incest we have going on here. I know I do. You are gorgeous, Mom. I loved watching you cum, and to know I was the one giving that to you was terrific. Not to mention throwing a big nasty cumload into my own mother was a bit of an extra dirty pleasure." I chuckled, and so did Mom.

"You might be right about all that. I know when we came that I had never felt so connected to my partner, my son, my lover. I love you, Jimmy. For you to make love to me and let me know a man could still find me attractive is a big boost to my flagging ego. Your father obviously didn't care. He didn't even fight the divorce just for things like the house."

"Yeah, but you beat him there, too. I saw the divorce decree awards. You got the house, your car, and a replacement in a couple of years, plus alimony. Don't you love California's laws that way? At least you got your half of the life you built that he threw away. Then you get fucked by your son as a reward on top." I grin broadly, and Mom giggles.

She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a hot, steamy kiss. My slow stroking never stopped, and this kiss was bringing my semi-hard cock back to total hardness. I began stroking more forcefully, and Mom was soon moaning into the kiss again.

I break the kiss and say to Mom, "I'm going to Fuck you now, Mom. I'm going to put even more passion into you and our coupling. How would you like that? Your Son Fucking you to another massive orgasm before filling you up with another huge creampie."

She grinned and replied, "Do your worst, young man. Momma wants that, too. Fuck me hard and put me away wet and drooling your cum from my cunt."

Per her request and my statement, I did that very thing. I spent the next thirty minutes or so pounding Mom into the bed. First, just as we were, in Missionary, then flipping her over to continue in Doggy. When she had cum a few times and she couldn't hold position, I continued pounding her while she was on her stomach. When I grew tired, we switched to cowgirl, and she fucked me. It was spectacular watching my mother fuck me. Her face and chest flushed a beet red, her hair a total mess. She had never looked so sexy and wanton as right then.

I molested her tits feverishly, squeezing and groping her fabulous tits and pulling and twisting her nipples. To finish us both again, I took back over, returning to missionary, and we watched each other get off. When I filled her the second time, I thought Mom was going to levitate off the bed. The best part, though, was her moans, groans, and screams of pleasure. Most often, "Yes, yes, yes!" But I especially liked her screaming out my name, "Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy!" We kissed hard when we came, trying to consume each other with our kisses and arms squeezing each other tightly.

When I was done unloading, I rolled off her to the side, holding on to her as she came down from an epic orgasm. When her breathing shuttered back to normal and her eyes opened, the smile that came with it was radiant.

"My God, Jimmy. I've never in all my 43 years been fucked that well. Or that hard. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I'm just surprised my 22-year-old son is that great in bed, and boy can you fuck." She giggles for several seconds, then says, "Not to mention the way you just took charge and seduced your own mother, knowing I needed reassurance after your father's betrayal and the divorce decree. Very adult and sexy of you, my handsome young stud."

Her eyes sparkled for the first time in a long time, even before the divorce. At that moment, I could think of no more beautiful woman than my Mom. Her post-coital glow was overpowering, but the thought of putting that smile there made me feel ten feet tall.

I grinned back and said, "Well, it did have a lot to do with my sexual partner. I wanted nothing more than to please and remind you that not all men are like my father and grandfather. I guess I did okay, huh?"

Mom just laughed the most musical sound I ever heard from her as she threw her arms around me, pulling me in tight for another smoking hot kiss. We made out for several more minutes until we realized my cumloads were making a mess of us and her bed. We giggled and climbed from the bed and into a shower. It was the first time I showered with Mom in more than fifteen years. This time, there was as much being dirty as getting clean, much different from the past occasions. The most intimate part was washing her hair. Those long brown locks slipping between my fingers and massaging her scalp made her moan, which in turn gave me a new hard-on.

When we finished rinsing her hair out, Mom surprised me and dropped to her knees. With a shit-eating grin on her face, she then engulfed my cock in her mouth and swallowed me whole. I felt the back of her throat for a fraction of a second before feeling her throat and her swallow along my cock, pulling me inside to the root. She held me in her throat for several seconds before coming back up and began sucking my cock in earnest.