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!"
I complied. Slapping and thrusting into her, still laying on our sides, just enjoying the rush, until all of a sudden she pulled off of my cock. I thought I must have done something wrong, gone too far, misunderstood something.
"I'm sorry." I began, but before I could put any other words together, I saw what she was doing. She had scrabbled up onto her hands and knees. Her arms were stretched out in front of her and her face was pressed down into the mattress. Her ass high in the air, legs spread apart and inviting. I pushed myself up onto my knees and gazed down at my mother's naked form on the bed. Doggy Style! In this position, from where I knelt behind her I had a perfect view of her glistening wet pussy. Her legs were stretched wide enough that the meaty outer flaps of her pussy were spread open. I could see the shiny pink folds of flesh as they gently convulsed.
My eyes drifted up a just a few inches to see her ass hole. My mom's ass hole. Right in front of me. The tight pick muscles clenched tight into a small star burst. And below all of this was a halo of thick, white pubic hair, hanging down from her pussy several inches. The curly hair fanned out in every direction and I couldn't help myself. I reached one hand under her, between her legs and closed my hand, grasping a hand full of springy white hair. I then proceeded to rub up and down, feeling the hair spring back into shape, before finally scooting forward on my knees. Looking down I saw my hard cock disappear into the tangle of pubic hair. With my hand, I grasped the base of my shaft and began rubbing the tip back and forth, enjoying the tickle I got from her hair.
Then, lining up my cock with her open pussy, I reached our with both hands. In each hand I took hold of one of the large flaps of her outer labia. Warm, thick, and wrinkled, I peeled them to both sides, exposing her dripping wet hole. Still holding those pussy lips in my fingers, I pushed my cock inside her. Immediately, I felt her squeeze and tighten around me. I let out of long moan and I continued pushing deeper into her. It was a slow and steady thrust and finally I was fully insert, balls deep, inside my mother.
I looked down and admired the sight. This wonderful, caring, compassionate woman, who had cared for me and comforted me for all my life was giving herself to me completely. I knew in that moment how much she loved me. She was mine. I could do anything to her I wanted. All I wanted in that moment was to make her happy. To fulfill her every desire and pleasure. I wanted her to know that she was loved and appreciated. I wanted her to feel desired and sexy.
I pulled my cock out almost to the tip and then slowly slid it all the way back inside. I repeated this slow motion again. Almost all the way out. Then all the way back in, feeling every inch of her slide against me gripping and squeezing. I put my hands on her hips and started to speed up. In. out. In. out. In. out. The mattress squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall. I picked up speed again, slamming into her, slamming the headboard into the wall with each thrust. Pushing forward into her. Hard. Pulling her body back against me by those thick, fleshy hips. She was moaning now. I looked down and watched her as I pounded my cock into her again and again.
Her skin was so smooth and I began running my hands down her thighs, back over her calves, leaning back and gripping both of her ankles while continuing to thrust into her. I caressed her back. The small of her back making and impossibly tight curve. I ran my hand along the curve and found her waist. With both hands, I squeezed her sides and still continued pushing my penis deeper and deeper into her.
At some point, she pushed herself up on her hands, which had been until that moment stretched out in front of her. Now she was on all fours and I was behind her, bucking and pounding. She turned her head far to the side and craned her neck back toward me. I don't know how she was able to contort into that position, but it made it possible for me to lean forward and kiss her mouth, Her lips were wet and hot and as soon as my lips made contact with hers, her tongue shot into my mouth with a hunger, lashing back and forth. I sucked on her tongue for a long moment while continuing to thrust deeply inside her.
