The Best Summer of My Life

The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it's best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won't have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.

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The next morning I slept in late. When I got up Jan had already left to spend the weekend with her friend Colleen and my dad was out playing his usual Saturday golf date.

As I walked past my parents' room I heard the shower running and I listened from the hall until it stopped. The door to the bathroom opened and I peeked around the corner as my mom emerged with a towel around her head and nothing else on. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she moved, they looked so tempting. My chest pounded as I watched her tidy up her bed, leaning in and giving me more spectacular views of her ass. Summoning up all my courage I stepped into the doorway to say good morning. She froze as she obviously considered her situation and then her eyes focused in on my erection.

She half-smiled. "And good morning to you too. You were waiting for me to come out of the shower weren't you?"

"Yes I was," I admitted. "Can I stay and watch you for a while? It would really mean so much to me."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but sure," she snickered, "but don't get any bright ideas, a good look is all you're getting."

"Don't worry," I reassured her, "I'll be the perfect gentleman, with a hard-on that is."

"Yes! I can see that," she smiled widely, "very nice."

"You know Rick, I'm starting to understand why you like being watched," she said as she continued to straighten up around the room. "I'm reluctant to admit it but I am beginning to enjoy it myself now. What's disturbing to me though is just how much more I enjoy it when you're around to leer at me. The way you devourer me with your eyes makes me feel quite sexy and even desirable. That's a rare and wonderful thing for a woman my age."

"That's so hard for me to imagine Mom, you're so beautiful and you have a such a terrific sexy body."

"Oh thank you honey and believe me I really love the compliments but it's just your raging hormones talking." She smiled.

"No really Mom, your breasts are firm and natural with just the tiniest bit of sag that makes them even more sexy. When you move they sway and jiggle so wonderfully. Your legs and especially your ass are lean and shapely from all the exercising you do and... well there's nothing I could criticize."

"Nothing eh! What was that hesitation about?

"Well it's really nothing," I said. "Maybe the bush could use a little trim?"

She walked over to the full-length mirror and checked herself out.

"Well, I haven't been expecting company down there these days," she snickered, "I guess I've let it get pretty overgrown. You know, my head is spinning right now. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my son, IN THE NUDE! I can't even talk this openly with my own husband."

"It's fantastic, isn't it Mom?" I said. "You know I've never felt so close to you."

She came over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders before kissing me on the forehead. Her full breasts hung and swayed right in front of me and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to reach out and grab them. As she pulled away she noticed my line of sight. She cupped her breasts with her hands and held up them like offerings to me.

"You really like these that much?" She shook and jiggled them a bit before letting them drop and jiggle back in place. "Personally, I think they're OK but nothing that special."

"Not me," I jutted in, "they're one of the main things I think about when I masturbate. Oh geez, I can't believe I said that out loud. I'm sorry Mom, it just kind of slipped out."

"Oh come on," She laughed. "How am I supposed to be upset? We're both sitting here in our birthday suits and talking about how you pleasure yourself is supposed to shock me? I'm flattered to be the object of anyone's masturbation fantasies, even my son's. But now you've got me curious, what other things do you think about?"

"Well, there's the time you dropped your robe and the time I watched you masturbate on the bed. But mostly, I think about your pussy I guess. That always sends me over the edge." I confessed.

She spun around in her seat and faced me. She parted her legs and rubbed her unruly pubic hair partially out of the way. "This? This thing is what turns you on the most?" she said.

My jaw dropped as I saw her rosy red pussy lips clearly for the first time. They were swollen and glistened with moisture. I was so aroused I was having difficulty breathing and the expression on my face must have given me away. She quickly closed her legs and spun herself back around again.

"I think that's enough of the peep show for now young man, don't want you tripping over your tongue and hurting yourself."

I was caught in a love spell as I drank in the sight of my naked mom sitting at her vanity. I continued to watch as she brushed her hair then dried it with the blower. That single vision of my mom affected me very deeply that day. Even today, the mere sight of a woman brushing her hair can make me melt.

With her hair done, all shimmering and light auburn colored, she went to her closet and picked out an outfit to wear. I sat on the bed as she modeled it for me, starting with her underwear. She played a game of peek-a-boo with each item of clothing and I was like a child again, sad when her breasts were out of sight and overjoyed when they were back in view again. Finally, she did one last spin around before she began to get dressed for the day.

"Thanks Mom, this meant so much to me," I told her as she continued to dress. "This has been the best morning ever. You know, I could just sit here and admire you forever. To me, you're everything a beautiful woman should be and more."

"Oh sweetie, that's the... oh what the hell," she laughed as she undressed once more, "why don't we just keep this going a while longer then."

I was overjoyed as we went down to the kitchen and she made us breakfast. We sat side by side at the table enjoying each other's nudity as we ate and talked. I yearned to reach over and touch her soft skin, roll her hard nipples between my fingers but somehow I resisted. After breakfast I helped her with the dishes as we joked around bumping hips and laughing. All the while, my erection stayed rigid and almost painful.

After that I went to the den to try and calm down and watch some TV. Mom puttered around the house, every so often coming in to give me a little flash and ask if I wanted anything. Finally she said she was tired and was going up to take a nap. I continued watching TV a while longer but I soon got bored. I wanted to see more of my mom before the morning was over and Dad came home. I headed up and as I reached the top of the stairs I heard familiar noises coming from my mom's bedroom.

I peeked in and saw her in the same position as before, massaging her pussy and moaning. She wasn't so sweaty and disheveled this time and I wasn't sure if she had planned for this to happen but I gambled and walked right in. I could feel my heartbeat pounding as I approached stroking my cock and then she saw me. She made a guilty moaning sound like someone who'd been caught doing an awful thing.

As I reached the foot of her bed and stood there watching, she pushed two fingers deep into her wetness and cried out as if she'd been stabbed. My knees were getting weak and wobbly as I strained to keep control of all the deep primal emotions I was feeling. She rubbed her clit feverishly as her eyes focused on my cock like lasers.

"Do you like this?" she asked as she squirmed on the bed. "Do you like watching your mother pleasure herself Rick?" Her voice was shaky and filled with passion.

"Oh fuck yeah! Of course I do Mom! Do you like me watching me masturbate while I do?"

"OH God yes!" she answered.

With three fingers in her pussy now, she came. She kept pumping for all she was worth as her hips bucked up and down and she yelled out in agony. "God, no, God, can't believe..."

I came myself and spewed my cum on her as I shot string after string in her direction. She squealed and rubbed it into her skin, sampling some from her fingers. I could barely stand the tension as I watched her taste my cum while she writhed on the bed. When we both calmed down again, she just lay there looking up at me with a look I couldn't explain. It was like a mixture of shock and joy.

"Well we've surely crossed a big line now," she said as she lay there sweaty with traces of my cum dotting her shimmering skin.

"I freely admit that I'm dying to do something more with you Rick but I can only deal with so much change at one time. I'm going to take another shower now but that's not an invitation understand. Maybe another time, maybe never but for sure, not today. I've had my limit for now."

She got up and walked to her washroom closing the door behind her. I was feeling mixed emotions as I continued on to my bedroom to lie down and read. I was elated at everything we had done together but I was also afraid we had gone too far. I soon fell asleep and a short while later I woke to see my mom standing at the head of my bed wearing her robe.

"Have a nice nap?" She asked.

I nodded rubbing my left eye as I looked up at her and smiled. Her piercing blue eyes scanned my body as her look became devilish. She smiled widely and opened her robe to show me her freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. My jaw dropped as I gazed at it. Her thick unruly bush was replaced by an elegant 'V' shaped patch that didn't quite cover but accentuated her the bulge of her mound. She was shaved clean on the sides and from what I could see, down around the lips as well.

I was overwhelmed at the sight and delighted that her mood had obviously changed. My cock became swollen and throbbing in seconds.

"I can't believe how excited you look over such a little thing," she spoke. "You look like you used to on Christmas morning."

"Oh this is way better than Christmas Mom, that's just magnificent." I said. "Are you hoping for some company down there now?"

"Oh you little devil," she said. "And now I suppose you want a much closer look too, don't you?"

My head was spinning at her invitation. I could barely contain myself.

"You read my mind Mom. Please can I have a closer look?" I begged as I got up and invited her to sit on the bed.

Nervously, she dropped her robe completely and sat on the edge of the bed as I dropped to my knees in front of her. She slowly parted her legs as she stared closely at my reaction. I approached her carefully and my hands shook as I rested them on the tops of her thighs. At last I could touch her and I moved my fingers slightly as if they had taste buds, savouring my new sensual connection with her.

I moved in farther, taking in every minute sight and smell. Every freckle every crease every detail. She was so wet her pussy was literally drooling and I moved closer and gazed in amazement. This was the place where Dad rammed his cock on all those nights I could hear them through the walls. This was the place I came from. I inhaled deeply and smiled up at her as she rolled her eyes in amazement.

"Who are you and how long have you been this way?" she asked. "You're like some French lover that makes love with his face."

"Oui oui Madame," I answered as I moved even closer to her pink oozing pussy, "I can't think of anything finer than experiencing a beautiful pussy like yours Mom."

As I spoke my warm breath stimulated her swollen pussy lips as she moaned in response tilting her head backwards. I took a generous taste from the same area I had tried with Magda, just between her ass crack and her vagina. Her back stiffened as her eyes opened wide in amazement.

"How do you know to do that..."

But I dove in and began tasting everywhere in short broad licks before she could finish. She fell backwards on the bed as I continued to dig in with my tongue. I was acting on pure instinct now as I tasted everywhere around her vagina and kissed her inner thighs. She responded strongly moaning and thrashing as I moved in to concentrate on her clit. Placing the flat of my tongue against her hood, I let her move her clit against it in the way she wanted.

I wet two fingers and inserted them into her pussy and found her G-spot. The inside of her vagina felt wonderful, warm and wet, softer somehow than Magda. The sound of her moans, her thick musky scent, this forbidden touching all combined to overload my emotions. My eyes became misty and my throat choked up as I gently massaged her love spot. Soon her hips synchronized in rhythm and I felt her respond to the slightest change in speed or pressure.

As she neared her orgasm, she thrashed more violently and was becoming difficult to hold on to. Suddenly she screamed and grabbed at the sheets on either side as she made angry growling sounds. I wondered if she was having what Magda had described as a double. I couldn't be sure but this orgasm sure seemed a lot stronger than the one she had earlier on her bed. As she calmed down I massaged her pussy until she just lay there in a kind of reverie.

"OK," she finally said, "there is no way you ever figured all this out by yourself. You're a smart boy but you just can't learn all that from books. I've never had an orgasm like that in my life and I'm guessing my good friend Magda is involved. You two are having sex over there aren't you? Am I right? Have you had intercourse yet?"

"Yes we are and yes we have," I admitted.

I knew full well that my mom was now just as guilty as Magda and she couldn't do anything without affecting herself.

"How long has this been going on?" She asked.

"A week," I answered.

"A week? Just one week and you've become this sexual?" she said, "There are much older men, including your father that have no idea how to do what you just did."

"I don't think most men love pussy the way I do Mom. I love everything about them; the way they look, their taste, their smell and the way they feel. I especially love the way I can make women feel when I eat them."

All through our conversation I continued massaging her pussy as my mother lay there looking up at the ceiling talking softly. Sometimes I would lean in to place a kiss on her mound or her clit and I felt her shiver in response. It was all so surreal. I never dreamed I would be sitting on the floor with my head buried between my Mom's legs while I massaged her pussy. I was in ecstasy.

I began to lick her softly again as I wet my finger and inserted it into the crack of her ass. I slid it in and out rubbing its length and tickling her sphincter whenever I passed.

"Oh my god, the things you do," she cooed. "Now don't you dare stick your finger inside me, I don't like that but this is nice."

Well, I thought to myself, if she likes a finger she might like a tongue a little more. So I cupped my hands under her knees and raised her legs up to expose her ass as her cheeks parted nicely.

"OH MY, what are you doing now you naughty boy!" she tittered.

I tickled her rosebud with my tongue as she made excited little noises. Then I licked the full length of her ass thoroughly as she began to coo and encourage me on. I was enjoying this new part of lovemaking very much. My brain jolted as the realization that I was actually licking my mom's ass crossed my mind. A minutes longer and I lowered her legs and kissed and licked her inner thighs back towards her pussy again. This time I wanted to see how far I could go with her clit.

I softly licked all around the flap covering her clit as I massaged her once more. She began to buck again as I toyed carefully with her little hood cautiously prying it up to access her love button. She was getting louder now, calling my name and pleading with me never to stop. I touched her clit as gently as I could with the tip of my tongue and I switched from massaging her vagina walls to rubbing her G-spot again. Once more she burst with the kind of scream that had me worried about the neighbours.

I slowed down again and massaged her pussy once more until she was almost back to normal. This time she went completely limp and lay there silently for quite a while. Finally she spoke.

"I don't know what to say Rick," she muttered, "in the course of one morning you've made me feel sexy and wanted plus you've given me two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I think you have a gift. I'm not upset any more about Magda, heck I want to thank her for waking a sexual prodigy. I'm afraid you've got me hooked now though and I'm going to want much more of this. Name your price honey, I'm your sex slave now."

"I don't have a price Mom, this is payment enough, although, maybe I should confess now to doing this with Jan as well."

"Oh it just keeps getting better doesn't it," she snickered, "well how can I object, I don't exactly have the moral high ground now do I? One thing though Rick, you can't let her fall in love with you. You must promise me that. You both must have other lovers in your lives."

"OK Mom, I promise," I said.

"Well I guess we need to get you cleaned up this time," she laughed, "let's go take a shower shall we?"

We entered her shower and began to soap up as she lathered up my cock and balls giving me a wonderful slippery hand job. I was swooning at my mom's touch as I cupped her tits in my hands and pinched her nipples. I ran my hands all over her body taking in the whole new level of closeness we now shared.

Then she got on her knees and after rinsing off my cock she sucked it into her mouth. I took a deep breath as I marveled at my cock disappearing into her beautiful face. Was I dreaming? Was this even possible? But reality set it quickly as she began to pump her head back and forth sending shock waves throughout my body.

"That's amazing Mom," I moaned, "I love the way you suck my cock." The dirty talk seemed to get her even more excited. "You're the best cocksucker ever Mom, please don't ever stop. Suck my cock Mom. Suck it."

Her right hand wandered in between my legs to my ass and I felt her fingers run up and down my crack. I felt one finger rest on my sphincter and then begin to burrow its way in. This was a new experience as her finger squirmed and pushed its way ever inward. While the finger may have felt foreign, it also felt nice to have it in there. I began to enjoy the feeling more and more.

She found my prostate and massaged it slowly and I went into a pleasure trance. I began to wonder if this was how a double felt. It was as if there were two orgasms converging into one. My cock was about to spurt its seed while something new seemed to be building even more pressure in my testicles.

I came with such a fury that I actually yelled out for the first time ever and I steadied myself against the shower wall. It was my second orgasm of a particularly sex charged morning and my mom's eyes popped open as I filled her mouth with my seed. At first she choked a little until she managed to keep up. When it was over she stayed on her knees stroking my cock and kissing it.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply tasting her as our tongues did battle.

"Oh my, that's a first," she said.

"I know, I've been told that," I said.