I woke up the next morning on the couch, alone. I was momentarily disoriented. Where was I?
Oh yeah, I thought. I remembered the night before. But there was, to my surprise, I suppose, no regret. No second thoughts. No feelings of having done anything wrong. I was actually excited. I wanted, no needed, to talk to mom about what happened.
I could hear mom walking around. I put on my shorts and went to the kitchen.
"Hey mom, I.. "
She cut me off.
"Honey, the movers are here already. We have to get things going. And honey," she paused, "make sure you take a shower to... clean up."
She turned and went back to organizing and straightening boxes.
"Mom, we have talk about yesterday."
She turned and put her palm on my chest.
"yes, we do. And we will. But not right now. Now, go get ready." And she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
I was elated. At least she wasn't angry. Or regretful. Maybe.
The rest of the morning consisted of trying to help the movers get boxes and furniture to their trucks and me trying, and failing, to not stare at mom too much. In her tshirt and jeans, she looked about 10 years younger than what she was and the energy she was exhibiting was like nothing I'd ever seen when I was younger. I guess dad leaving really was a blessing for her.
I drove our old truck behind the moving van, my mother riding along with the movers. I didn't realize just how far the drive was and by the time we got to our new house, it was already getting dark. The movers were eager to end their day and put all the boxes and furniture in the main room.
They left and I occupied myself with getting the bed and sheets for the bed while mom was clanking around in the kitchen, fixing to make some dinner.
I wandered back into the kitchen. Mom had the radio on and was dancing around in front of the stovetop, stirring something delicious smelling, her hair tied behind her and gently singing along. I'd rarely seen even girls my age look as desirable as her in this moment.
"Move them hips," I said, smiling at her.
Mom kept moving and looked at me over her shoulder. "If you've got the hips, you have to move them."
She laughed and turned the burner down.
"Come," she said, walking to me, "dance with your mom."
I took her hand and we spun around the kitchen, laughing and enjoying ourselves and I could see the delight in her eyes. The song ended and I found my fingers intertwined with hers. We didn't say a thing. A slow song came on and she silently and softly pressed her head to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her frame and swayed with her. I felt her warmth against mine. I felt myself becoming aroused and yet I was as much interested in just being with her.
"Mmmmm," mom emitted, "this is nice."
I kissed the top of her head. "Very nice."
Mom pulled herself back from me just a bit and looked into my eyes. It looked almost like pleading. Or hope. Or worry.
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, I am."
Mom pulled away and walked to the stove.
"But mom," I stared, unsure, "we should talk about... you know."
Mom spoke, but kept busying herself getting bowls and spoons. I knew she was nervous and didn't want to make eye contact at that moment.
"Well honey," she began, "let's talk about it. I want to know if...well, what did it mean to you?"
She turned and looked at me with a truly interested look. She looked at me closely as she sat down at the table.
I opened my mouth to speak and she continued.
"I guess I need to know...was it just a one time thing? A diversion?"
"No," I quickly said, sitting, "it wasn't a trivial event. It was something I feel very deeply about."
"Was it," mom paused, looking down at the table, as if looking for the right words, "more than just physical? Maybe...emotional too?"
Mom had hit on it. It wasn't just physical, though that didn't hurt. It was emotional. And I knew it was not just a fling. It was love.
I reached across the table and took her hand.
"Mom, look...you are the most stunning woman I've ever met. Inside and outside. You are everything I've ever wanted and everything I could ever ask for. Last night was, I hope, the start of our lives together. Together."
I waited. I had put all my cards on the table. I could have them slapped back at me. She could reject me and it would be the most logical thing to do.
She looked up from the table, I could see her eyes welling up. A small tear beginning its downward journey from her eye.
"I never thought," she began, "that I could be so lucky. I fought against these feelings. I wanted to be a good mother to you and not let myself get lost in you." She looked up to the ceiling, gripping my hand tightly. "But I need you more than I thought I could need anyone. And last night...it was as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if..."
"It were meant to be," I finished.
"Yes," she said, looking at me with her tear filled eyes, smiling all the same.
I stood up, walking to her. Taking her hands and pulling her up.
I leaned down. We kissed. Full, soft, full of meaning. This wasn't pent up lust. This wasn't an act of aggression or revenge. This was a kiss in the full knowledge of a future together.
We ate a light dinner and watched some tv, holding hands and snuggling. Kissing with the newfound emotion we both were filled with.
As it got near midnight, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I had set it up to be cozy enough with sheets and a comforter and two pillows.
"Our bed," mom said, with a little giggle.
"As it should be," I responded, kissing her deeply, our tongues playing.
Unlike the kitchen, the kissing grew in intensity. Soft warm kisses gave way to wrestling tongues, to hands eagerly grabbing and pulling and the only sound was that of our mouths fighting for supremacy.
I broke the kiss and licked down her neck, making her moan loudly.
My hands slid under her tshirt, kneading her breasts through her bra.
Her hands moved quickly to my shorts and I could feel her fingers moving at my now very hard cock.
"Oh my," she whispered, "someone is excited." And she giggled a cute little giggle.
"You have no idea," I responded, looking into her eyes.
She shot me a sly sexy smile and knelt down, removing her tshirt and bra in quick succession. Then, as I stood stunned, she pulled my shorts down slowly, her eyes widening as my cock sprung into view. Her hand surrounded the base and she started to stroke me, looking up at me with a gleeful smile.
"All this for me?" she stroked my shaft up and down.
"Every inch." I said.
"Good," she said, then surrounded the head of my cock with her mouth, letting the lips create a moist seal on my cock.
"Oh yes mom, that's it." My vision got hazy as she started to suck, moving her full lips up and down my shaft as she stroked me. I ran my fingers through her hair, not wanting any moment of this experience to go by without me seeing it.
She removed her mouth from me, a string of saliva from her lips to my cock still lingering.
"It's been a long time since I've done this honey. I hope I'm doing ok."
I smiled.
"You're a dream mom. If you continue I'm going to explode."
She winked at me and took me in her mouth again, this time placing her hands on my thighs and trying to take my entire length in her mouth and throat. I shuddered but she kept going. Bobbing her head faster and I could hear the sound of her saliva as she sucked fast and deep.
"Oh god mom, I'm gonna fucking cum." I said, as if she couldn't tell I my cock was swelling in anticipation of the moment.
When it came she pressed her nose to my body, every inch inside her. I came hard, feeling her surrounding my cock and my legs getting weak as my cum and my energy exploded into her. It was like no blowjob I'd ever had.
Mom slowly pulled back, her hand under her chin to catch any residual cum that might come out as my cock exited her mouth.
"Holy shit mom," I panted, "that was amazing."
"I think I was a teenager last time I did that. Looks like I still got it." She smiled a victorious smile.
"Well, I don't' want it to be said that I don't fulfill my duties...so get back on the bed and get your clothes off."
Mom squirmed up on the bed, unbuttoning her jeans as I pulled them off by the legs.
Another quick movement and her white panties were off and cast aside. I looked up at her and she was biting her lip a little, her knees together in an approximation of shyness.
"Not the time to get shy now mom," I said, kissing up her legs, my tongue licking along her soft smooth thighs.
My hands slid up, wanting to open her legs up so I could taste her pussy.
"Honey, I," she said, haltingly, "I'm not sure, I mean, I'm not like the college girls you know. I'm not...shaven or waxed or anything."
"Don't worry mom," I responded, looking into her eyes and slowly parting her legs, "I love you no matter what. I want you, in every way you are."
She let out a exhaled laugh and opened her legs as wide as she could, her glistening pussy on display for me.
She was right, college girls did not have this kind of pubic hair and that in itself was intoxicating. I licked up her inner thighs, closer and closer. I could see the wetness on her hair. I could smell her excitement. I wanted to please her so badly.
I looked up and saw her massaging her breasts, gently pulling on a nipple as I let my tongue glide around the outside of her warm full pussy lips. Tasting her wetness, I was hooked. I licked around and around, urged on by her moans.
I flattened my tongue and slowly licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top, parting her full warm and wet lips. I got to her clit and let her feel each and every taste bud, ending the lick with a kiss.
Mom moaned and shuddered. I knew that even after just a short time, she was ready to explode, much as I had been.
I opened her lips and pushed my tongue into her pussy. So incredibly warm and wet, coating my face with her juices. As I did so, I rubbed her hard clit with my thumb, making her squirm under my mouth.
"Oh god honey, that's it, you're making mommy so wet, fuck...fuck" she managed to moan out. I could tell she was beyond the point of rational thought. She was a sexual being in this moment and god I loved every moment of it.
