My face was covered with the juices that were now pouring from her cunt. Her orgasm settled and my tongue took one last, lingering lap over her swollen labia and onto an engorged clit. I moved up and over her writhing body, my rock hard cock aimed directly at the place my face was a few moments ago. I could feel the heat generated by her vagina, inviting me into her.
I slid into position and felt her cunt lips opening, sucking me inside her. I eased the knob of my dick inside that hot, slippery cavern, and she lifted her hips, grabbing at me, pulling me into her. I was slowly sliding in, filling her up with my flesh. I looked at her, catching her eye, seeing the wanton in her, allowing me to see deeply inside her mind, as deep as my horn would be inside her body. She seemed to use the muscles of her love canal to gasp at my dick, pulling at it, swallowing as much of it as she could get, wanting it all. Finally I could go no further, our pubic hairs mingled and she thrust at me, trying to rub her clit on my pelvis. Oh, how she wanted me, my cock inside her, she writhed and pushed at me as I drew back and pushed into her again, she shuddered at the pleasure she was getting. The body under me, accepting me, opening herself to me, thrusting up to meet me -- she was my mother.
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So where did this all start? Not a difficult question to answer, when I met Debbie. What can I say, Debbie is gorgeous, witty, dark haired, dark eyed, olive skin and exotic of eye, easy to be with and intelligent. All that and can play a piano better than anyone else I know.
I was introduced to Deb by a mutual acquaintance, at a business/social function. We both felt this immediate rapport, there was no explanation for it, and we were strongly attracted, right from the start. We talked for a short while, oblivious to the rest of the crowd. She asked me about work, so I told her I deferred college because wanted some experience first. I was working in a reasonable job for someone without a degree, with good prospects of promotion and still have time to study online or part-time. She told me she worked in the family business. She asked me if my date would not be a little unhappy about being ignored. I told her I was actually alone, I hadn't intended on staying that long, what about her boyfriend? The guy she was with was her boss and her date. She came with him as she did not feel like fighting off the unwanted attentions of some hormonally overactive male. I then asked her if he would mind if I took her home, she said no, he wouldn't mind at all. I told her she would not have to worry about fighting off the unwanted attentions of a hormonally overactive male, her response was simple, "Who said they would be unwelcome". There was nothing coquettish about this one, I thought, that is an invitation to breakfast if I am not mistaken. I was not.
What a night, we were in her bed in a few minutes of getting to her flat and by morning we were just getting to sleep. I had to call in sick that morning, she just told her boss she was going to be having sex with me for most of the day. Her boss was really her brother, but she is a part owner in her family business. Wow, how did I get to be so lucky? Charm, I would like to think, but maybe she was actually short sighted and never wore contacts. Whatever the reason, I didn't care; I just wanted to be with her.
We made love, ate, slept, woke, made love again and just could not get enough of each other. Between the sex, there was not a lot of time left over. I found that not only was this beautiful woman all I ever considered I wanted in a woman, but I really liked her too.
About midday, Debbie was lying in my arms, exploring with her fingers that part of me she seemed to be attempting to wear down in a night and a day, when my cell phone rang. I heard it, but had to get up to answer it, so I just left it. About ten minutes later, Debbie had progressed to having her lips around that same part, the phone rang again. At this time, I was making sure that she was really a woman by using the best method possible, the taste test, so again I ignored it. I was lying on my back, Debbie moved and straddled me, forcing me into her vagina as deep as she could get me, this time the phone didn't ring.
Lying quietly, still breathing heavily from our recent exertions, the phone rang again. Debbie pushed me out telling me to answer it; someone was not willing to wait. I looked at the small screen and saw it was my mother's work number.
"Yes, mother dear," I asked.
"Are you having good sex?" she asked
"Great is the word, good can be relative to anything, but great is better than good." I replied, "But how did you guess?"
"You didn't come home last night and when I rang your office, I was told you had rung in, telling them you would not be in today", she said. "Besides, a mother knows these things, they always know what is going on. Am I going to meet her?"
"I think you will, well, I hope you will."
"OK then, you coming home tonight? Your turn to cook, or do I eat out?"
"No..no.. I will be there", I turned to Debbie and asked her if she liked Malaysian chicken.
She shrugged and said, "Never tried it".
"Want to come to dinner then? I'm cooking." She nodded and I told mother I would be bringing a guest.
My mother's name is Sue, she is 36, and she is a drop-dead gorgeous honey, even if she is my mother. I was her only baby, my father was living with us for a while but he's a hopeless case. A dreamer always dreaming big though. Last time I saw him I was about 12; he was going prospecting, but, as usual, he had no idea what prospecting involved. I spoke to him once after that and by then he did have some idea what gold looked like, but he was still trying to strike it rich. Mom on the other hand, became eminently practical, she had to be, raising two boys, one immature, total dependent and me, a baby.
Anyway, life with mother was always interesting. When I was old enough to fend for myself, she became my friend, not my mother, and left me to live my life as best I could. Whenever I made a mess of it, Mom was always there to make sure I learned from it and helped me to move on. She was always interested in me; what I was doing, always giving of herself, without asking anything. It may seem a little strange that I was still living with my mother, but practicality ruled. It was just convenient, for both of us, we live under the same roof, but we had different lives, more like flat mates.
That night, Deb and I finally made it out of bed, even if it did take a while to get dressed. I took her home to meet mother. Sounds kind of old fashioned, but it was going to be OK, I just knew it.
And it was. The dinner went over very well, both Deb and Mom are easy people to get along with, both are beautiful and confident of whom they are. They are something of opposites to look at, Deb is dark and Sue is light, fair-haired, Deb is voluptuous, all curves and round promises, Sue is slim and taut. They are definitely different characters, but they hit it off very well straight away. For the first time, I admitted to myself that I saw Sue as a woman, not just my mother, and it shocked me. Sue was not just beautiful, but sensual and sexy and everything a man would want. I had to actually change track, otherwise I may have embarrassed myself the next time I stood up. For the first time I actually stopped to think about Sue's life since Dad left.
We lived in my grandparent's house, well, they built it and mom inherited it a few years ago. It is a three bedroom bungalow, a smallish back yard and a front lawn, with an attached garage. Sue works, she can't not work she says, despite the share portfolio and insurances she gained when a drunk in a Ford 350 drove through my grandparent's car. I'm glad dad never found out about it, because he would likely have sponged off Sue until it was all gone.
Sue never had a man stay overnight; in fact, I can't remember her ever bringing a man home for anything more than dinner. Mom had a few women friends, and some of them were fun for a young boy. I knew she had relationships with different men, but not very many, and always discretely. The fact is, I never knew much about her sex life, nor was I overly interested, but then, when do we ever think about our parent's sex life at all?
Each generation "discovers" sex, some like it, some hate it, some are afraid of it and they never get over puberty. These people usually become god-botherers or politicians. In the end, sex propagates the species, and that is what it's for. The fact that we are only one of three species in the world that enjoys sex for sex's sake is interesting but irrelevant, even if the other two are close relatives of ours.
In the next few weeks my life sort of returned to normal, well, as normal as it could while this beautiful woman was pampering me. Deb started staying nights, as I did at her place. I am not sure what Sue was doing, but I started getting some odd looks when Deb and I slept in my room. I really felt though that Deb was becoming the daughter that Sue never had. They just got on really well. Sue saw I was happy and Debbie was always glad to be with me. Sue was happy that I was happy and Debbie had a huge friend.
It wasn't long though before Debbie and I discussed moving into one home, her apartment, which could be our own. As soon as I mentioned it to Sue, she just shut down. I had expected some reaction, but not this one. We had always been open and honest, which is difficult to maintain when growing up, but we had. I wasn't sure why she reacted the way she did, and it did worry me - a lot. I spoke to Debbie about it and she assured me that it was just a mother thing; her little boy was now grown up and ready to leave the nest. Maybe to start a family of his own, to which I raised my eyebrow, but Debbie reassured me that it would be a while and a decision of "if and/or when" for both of us, and that would be in the future, long into the future.
"You look just like your mother when you do that, you know" Debbie said, "Raise your eyebrow, and it is just so sexy." She gave me a look that said, "Now, buddy"
Within moments our clothes were almost off and we were just going at it. There was nothing for it, we just liked to fuck, at every opportunity we got. We made sure we got plenty of opportunity. Debbie seemed to come quickly, as her orgasmic pussy squeezed my dick and I felt that rush of hormones and semen leaving my body, shooting deeply into Debbie.
