I sat in the hot tub by myself for several minutes just trying to convince myself that what I had just experienced was real. I looked down through the water at my still semi-rigid cock and shook my head, though I also couldn't keep from smiling. I had just had sex with my own mother and it had been unbelievable. I couldn't remember ever being so thoroughly satisfied sexually. But she was my mom. This was wrong. How could we have let this happen? How did it go so far, so fast? Then I remembered the bag of marijuana gummies that she had brought with her up to the cabin. In an attempt to loosen up and finally let her hair down, she had consumed some edible weed. I still didn't know how much of what had happened next was brought on by the high and how much was caused from our own animalistic lusts and urges. I was just happy that whatever the mixture of chemicals had been in both our brains, the outcome led to us joining together, body penetrating body in the most intimate act that I could remember experiencing.
Finally, I made myself stand up out of the water and walk the ten feet to the sliding glass door in the back of the cabin. I was naked and the water, that had been close to scalding hot moments before was now quickly freezing my skin. I opened the door and began looking around for my clothes, but before I could locate them my mom came up behind me and threw a towel around me, wrapping her arms around as well. She was also wearing a damp towel that she had wrapped up high on her chest, and tied off. It covered her boobs and everything else down to her thighs. She dabbed and patted, soaking up the moisture from my skin, then dropped down, and with her small hands on either side of my leg and began drying my ass, my balls, then my cock with the soft towel. Her hand gripped my shaft through the towel, held firm, then pushed me back a few steps.
I found myself standing against the extra plush leather couch, My lower legs were pressed against the cushions. Finally, finished with her drying, she tossed the towel away, once again leaving me exposed once again. She placed both hands against my chest. Her movements were slow and deliberate. I felt her touch as she lightly pressed her hands into my pecs. Her skin was warm and felt electric. Our eyes finally met and she smiled. Then, without warning, she heaved and pushed with her hands. I tipped backwards and went down like a brick onto the couch. Before I even hit, I could hear her laughing. I looked up to see her climbing onto me. I just laid back and soon felt the hot skin of her inner thighs pressed hard against my hips. With her legs spread like that, her pussy was pulled open and I could feel the slick warmth of her juices as her body pressed it down slightly above where my cock was now resting.
She stared down into my eyes and my heart started racing. She leaned forward, very slowly and pressed her lips against mine with such a light touch, just a whisper of a kiss. Then she pulled back and our eyes met again.
"I love you, sweat heart!" she said
"I love you, Mom!" I said back.
Then reached out both hands and held her face, the tips of my fingers reached around to the back of her neck and I pulled her in for another kiss. It started just and softly, lightly, two pairs of lips brushing against each other. Then harder, as passion and hunger drove me. I pulled her face down on mine and our lips mashed together, opening and closing as the suction increased. When I felt her lips part, opening up a small but inviting space in her mouth, my tongue reached in. The taste of my mother's mouth was the most erotic sensation I could imagine. I felt her teeth, her cheeks, her long and swirling tongue as it caressed my own. One moment I was in her mouth, the next she was in mine. When we pulled away for air, I was struck by the glistening saliva on my lips. The thought that my mom and I were french kissing was driving me wild. My cock was already hard again as I pulled her close and plunged my tongue into her waiting mouth again.
As the sudden rush of passion subsided, we slowed into a more steady rhythm. There was no rush. I was laying on my back on the couch, my mom was laying directly on top of me. We continued to kiss, enjoying the slow, sensual movements, tastes and touches of each others mouths and bodies. After a few more minutes, she pushed her body off mine just enough to reach under and un-clasp the towel that was still wrapped around her chest. With a flourish, she pulled it off and tossed it behind her. Now, fully skin to skin, I ran my hands up her back, indulging in every sensation of her smooth skin. Her thighs, her ass, the small curve at the small of her back. I held her close and felt her ribs from the back, the gentle bumps of her spine.
Then I ran my hands through her hair, still cool and damp from the water of the hot tub and smelling slightly of chlorine. I raked my fingers through like large combs, then pulled it into a tight pony tail and hold it in one hand while our tongues continued to writhe together in a slippery dance. I can't tell how long this went on. I would have been content to stay in this position for hours, so maybe it had been hours. Eventually though, things began to escalate. I felt a sudden gush of warmth on my pelvis, between where my cock was resting and my belly button. I realized that her pussy was now so wet it was dripping. Not wanting to change our rhythm, I slowly began scooting her body down. Her legs were already spread wide and my cock had been hard since we started kissing. With our mouths still locked together, she slid down Inch by inch until I could feel the tip of my penis pressing into her soft, wet, hole. She began to twist slightly at the waist and gyrate her hips as she inched backwards, impaling herself on my hard, up-raised cock.
Once I was fully inserted in her vagina, we finally pulled our mouths apart and I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her body tightly to mine. I began a slow rocking motion, bringing my cock in and out of her while her hips began moving the opposite way. We would pull apart and then rock our hips back together, mother and son's sex organs grinding together like a slippery, wet machine. Her face was now resting on my shoulder and as we continued to fuck, I felt her tongue begin to flick out and lick my neck. She started at the base of my neck by my collar bone, then slowly moved up further and further until she found my ear. She began sucking my earlobe, kissing my ear and finally, playfully, inserting the tip of her tongue, playfully into my ear. I was growing harder by the second and the sensations at my ear were almost more than I could bear.
