My mind was fuzzy as I slowly registered the soft buzzing coming from the night stand. The phone was less than a foot away, but I had trouble zeroing in on it as my eyes adjusted to the light. Finally, I snaked out a hand and hit the snooze button before dropping my head back onto the pillow and settling back into the comfortable warmth of the bed.
Pulling the oversized, bulky comforter up around my neck, I shifted my weight to the side and felt the unexpected bulk of another body next to me. My eyes popped open, fully alert now. I had forgotten. My mom and I slept in the same bed last night.
Following some really good talks that were open and honest, we decided to ride things out this week. This mini-relationship that we had stumbled into, hidden away from the world in this cabin. It would be our little love shack. Far from the oppressive divorce proceedings and financial responsibilities. Far from the pressure of "Christmas" with all the parties and cards and sad sidelong glances from friends and acquaintances. We could put everything else aside into a box, to be dealt with later. Right now was just about Mom and me. It was love and lust and a welcome release of emotions and hormones. It was messy and complicated and beautiful.
Last night had started on the couch. Then there was a meal, I remember that much. There must have been much more alcohol than I remember, because my head was still pounding. But then I remembered how last night had ended. In bed. In a real bed. We were still in that bed. We were still naked. I could feel the warmth coming from my mom's body as she lay next to me under the sheets.
Stretching out my leg, I felt the smooth skin of her leg. I turned and found her facing away from me, still breathing heavily. I pulled myself closer, spooning her and reveling in the full skin to skin contact. My chest against her back, my groin against the plump flesh of her ass. I wrapped one arm around her and began to gently caress her sleeping form, lightly running my palm along her thigh, her stomach, up her chest, pausing to cup and fondle each of her breasts in turn. Feeling her throat, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingers. Her face, her lips, cheekbones, eyebrows.
Finally running my finger along her face while kissing the back of her neck. At that point she began to stir and let out a slight moan while pushing her backside into me. My cock, which was already awake and semi-rigid responded with a wave of sensation and began to grow. My other arm snuck beneath her head and began to playfully kneed her breasts, stimulating her nipples, while the other hand journeyed back and forth, up and down her nude body.
I began rocking my hips back and forth, enjoying the friction against her ass and before long she was meeting my thrusts with her own. I was now fully erect and knew that she could feel the hard rod pressing against her. Without warning, she reached back, one arm under her body, the other on top, and spread her ass cheeks. As she did, I felt a trickle of hot fluid drip down from inside her and inadvertently coat my hard cock. I was at the perfect angle. I pushed upward and slid inside her. She cooed softly and pushed back into me harder.
As we lay there on our sides, spooning and fucking in the early morning light, it occurred to me that I had never done it in this position before. The idea of sexual experimentation with my mom somehow heightened the experience. I reached out and gripped her hip and pushed into her harder. Deeper. I squeezed her fatty love handles and the fat around her ass. She moaned deeper as I squeezed tighter. Not quite hard enough to hurt, but I was not being gentle.
As she continued rocking back and forth on the mattress, the springs began to squeak and the old wooden headboard began knocking into the wall. The motion was growing rough. Suddenly, my mom threw the blankets and sheets off of us as she slammed her pussy back into my thrusting cock.
"Spank me!" She said.
I nearly lost my load at that. The utter surprise that those words produced. I couldn't imagine my mom ever saying that to anyone, let alone to me.
"Spank me!!" She said again, more forcefully.
I did. I brought my hand down on her ass, but not too hard. The sound of the slap of skin. The sting on my palm. The immediate red mark that it left were like opening a whole new window of sexual appetite. It was something I had never known that I wanted and a part of me realized then just how sheltered and one-dimensional my entire sex life had been.
"Harder baby! Slap Mommy's ass harder!"