satisfying mother SeXStoRY

"I have something I want to show you, Son." said my father, pushing his PDA across the table to me. I was in Chicago on business and had agreed to meet him for lunch between sales calls. I watched a waitress strut by our table carrying a tray one handed above her head in the noisy crowded restaurant. I picked up the device and pushed play. A video of my mother began to play. She was laying nude on her bed. I looked at my father my eyebrows raised in surprise. He noticed, "Just watch it." My attention returned to the PDA. Mother was 45 years old but looked ten years younger. She was squeezed her big breasts and tugged on her hard nipples. She continued to pinch her left nipple she picked up a rabbit vibrator. I watched as she slowly inserted it into her slit. Her bald labia was swollen and wet beneath a sandy colored landing strip of pubic hair. She tilted her strawberry blond head back and groaned. Soon she worked herself into an orgasm. The look on her face was one of passionate bliss. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My dick was so hard it ached. Her body relaxed and she pulled the vibrator out of herself. Suddenly she threw the vibrator against the wall and she began crying, tears streamed down her face and she wailed in agony. The video ended and the screen went black. My mouth was gaping open in shock as I pushed the PDA back across the table to my father. "Why did you show me that?" I choked embarrassed by my arousal. Dad was 58 but looked ten years older. My mother was his second wife and the love of his life. His drive to succeed, to be the top prosecutor in the city had taken its toll on him. He had experienced a heart attack last year. He sipped from his glass of water before answering me. "I wasn't sure how to broach this subject with you so I thought it would be best to show you." "What's that mean?" I snapped. "What kind of pervert shows his own son a video of his mother masturbating?" "Shhh. Not so loud," complained my father. He looked around at the other patrons but the noise of the restaurant had drowned my outburst. He choked, "I'm not healthy enough to have sex," and a tear ran down his face. I waited not sure what to say or do. I had never seen my father like this before he had always been a rock. Even when he had been in the hospital he had shown such strength, the doctors had said that his heart attack would have killed a lesser man. I looked out the window at the snow and the passing pedestrians as he composed himself. "Your mother has always been quite sexual. She had been a lingerie model when we first started dating. I was an up and coming legal eagle back then. Hammerin' Hank they called me. Of course you know all that," he snapped back from his reminisces. "Sorry, memories of my natural prime are all I have now." "Dad what's gotten into you," I demanded. I was frightened. My father was aging before eyes. The confident take-on-all-comers man's man I knew was changing into an unsure, defeated wimp. "I told you. I'm not healthy enough to have sex. My heart can't take it. Even if it could the medicine they give me has killed any sex drive or desire I use to have." He looked out the window disgusted that his own body had betrayed him the overcast sky matched his mood. "I'm sorry to hear that, Dad, I really am but what does that have to do with you showing me a voyeur tape of my own mother?" He took a deep breath and continued, "You're not blind so I know you know your mother is a very beautiful and vibrant woman. Like I said she has always been very sexual as well. But since, I'm unable to perform she has grown quite frustrated." "It looked like she attained the Big-O to me." He shook his head sadly, "Sure she had an orgasm. She attained some gratification but it wasn't satisfaction and ultimately it lead to frustration." "You lost me, Dad." "Didn't you notice that she threw the vibrator against the wall and began to cry?" "Yeah, but..." "Satisfying sex for your mother is more just having an orgasm. She needs to be desired, to be held, to respond to her lover's body. She'll never get that from a vibrator." "Oh." My cell phone began to buzz. I began to reach for it thankful for the interruption but Dad grabbed my hand. "Let it go to voicemail." "It could be important..." "So is this, Son." "Sorry, Dad," I turned my attention back to him. His gray eyes looked at me trying to judge my reaction to his next comment. "I want you to make love to your mother." My mouth fell open. Finally I said, "You want me to fuck my own mother?" "I didn't say I want you to fuck your mother Buddy-boy. I said I want you to make love to your mother. If you don't know the difference, then fuck you." He placed his palms on the table and made to push himself up. I grabbed his arm, "Don't go." Dad relaxed, settled back in his chair. He began, dragging grains of spilt salt across the table top. "Look Son, your mother deserves to be sexually satisfied. She'll never get any satisfaction from a hand held device. She'd never go for a one night stand, she wants to love and care about the man in her bed. In order to do that she'd have to have an affair and she won't because she loves me too much." "You're talking about i****t with my mother for goodness sake," I objected. "I love your mother obviously more than you appreciate. You think this is easy for me? I have to admit I can't pleasure my wife... that I'm not a man anymore." He looked out the window to regain his composure. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you want from me." "I told you I want you to seduce your mother." "Just like that, does she know what you're talking to me about?" "Hell no and don't you tell her either. She would die from embarrassment and then cut my useless balls off." I laughed and he began laughing too. The atmosphere seemed a lot less tense. The waitress sauntered up to our table and refilled our coffee cups. She seemed less sexy, less desirable after watching the video of my mother masturbate. We both sipped the fresh brew from our cups and then I asked, "Isn't i****t i*****l? What kind of lawyer encourages his son to engage in an i*****l act?" Dad's eyes filled with the familiar fire of the past, "Listen here Buddy-boy, I would never ask you to do anything i*****l. Shame on you for thinking I would. I ought to kick your ass." Now that's the man I remembered. I smiled at his sudden combativeness. He chuckled and then he continued, "i****t laws are in place to protect c***dren from familial sexual exploitation. As well they should, however, the Supreme Court has ruled that under the 14th Amendment's due process clause private consensual sexual activity between adults cannot be criminal. The keyword is adult. You're 25, hardly a c***d. You and your mother are adults. The courts have ruled that there is a big difference in consensual i****t and abusive i****t." "Oh." I said and took a long sip from my coffee cup. Dad pushed a manila folder across the table. I opened it. Inside was an 8 by 10 boudoir photo of my mother. She was kneeling on the bed in pair of tight white panties which clung to her labia and outlined her slit in a perfect camel-toe. She must have been aroused when the photo was taken. Her arms were above her strawberry-blonde head like she was stretching after waking up from a nap. The man's shirt she wore was white and unbuttoned and exposed half her big round breasts. The white material was transparent enough to reveal the darker outline of her areolas and her hard nipples tented the fabric. My dick was hard again. I looked at my father hoping I wasn't drooling noticeably with lust. He smiled, "The irony was she was at the photographer's taking these boudoir shots when I had my heart attack. She had a whole set of poses planned but the hospital called and that was the only one taken. It's yours." "Thanks." I coughed my mouth suddenly dry. "Look at her. Do you love her? Do you want to make love to her?" I nodded. Dad smiled, he had won. "Okay, when you were home for Christmas you said that your company was hosting a Valentine's Dinner?" "Yeah, they call it a Sweetheart Supper. It's on harbor dinner cruiser. They sail around San Diego harbor while you eat and dance. The company rents the whole boat for the evening. I think it's so the execs can show off their trophy wives." Dad nodded in understanding. "Do you have date?" "Are you k**ding, with my travel schedule I barely get home long enough to wash my underwear let alone pursue female companionship?" "Good, ask your mother to be your date for the dinner cruise tonight when you come to supper." "Do you really think she'd fly to San Diego for something like that?" I asked. "No but she'd fly to San Diego for you. You're the hot-shot salesman sell her on the idea of being your date. She'll do it." "Okay." I answered. "Now look when she is in San Diego you are going to have to seduce her. I expect she will resist the idea of sl**ping with her son. Let her know how much you want her, how much you desire her and how much you love her." We rose from the table. I got the check and Dad got the tip. The waitress flirted with me as we left but I hardly noticed. My mind was on the woman in the photo in my briefcase. I began to yearn deeply for my mother. Later that evening I arrived at my parent's home. My afternoon sales call had been successful and I was going back to San Diego with several big orders. I was quite pleased with myself. The cold wind seemed to bite thru by overcoat. I couldn't wait to return to the California sunshine. I stomped my snow-covered shoes on the porch and opened the door. "Is anyone home?" I hollered from the foyer. Mother called from the back of the house, "In the kitchen, Tommy." After shucking my coat I put it on the rack by the door. I wiped my feet on the rug and headed to the warmth of the kitchen. Mother was standing at the stove stirring something in a pot. She was wearing jeans that clung tightly to her ass and a blue Chicago Bears sweatshirt. She turned from the stove with the spoon still in her hand. "Give Momma a hug," she said opening her arms to receive my embrace. The picture of the bear on the front of the shirt lay in the valley between her two huge boobs. I moved between her outstretched arms avoiding the sauce covered spoon and gave her a big hug. I felt her big breasts pressing against my chest and knew she wasn't wearing a bra. My cock hardened and I pulled her tighter knowing she could feel my hard-on against her pelvic. I lovingly patted her bottom as we broke the embrace. She cocked an eyebrow in surprise but said nothing. She sipped some wine and began stirring the pot again. I opened the fridge and took out a beer. I adjusted my cock and hoped the cold refrigerated air would deflate my it. I leaned against the counter and sipped my beer while Mom told me about the gossip at her gym and the happenings around the neighborhood. It seemed as if all the people I went to high school with were married and having k**s, some where even working on their second marriages. "Any women in your life?" she asked. "You are the only woman in my life, Mom. I don't have time for any others." She smiled, "You always were a Momma's Boy." "What's that suppose to mean." I asked. Mom shook her head, her light-colored locks danced around her face as she giggled. "Just that you have always been closer to me than anyone else. We have a special bond, that's all." Dad arrived and we sat down to eat. The dinner conversation was mostly small talk between bites of food. Mom was a great cook. Dad steered the discussion towards my job and I wowed my parents with tales of my sales exploits and how I was breaking sales records every month. "I do have one problem." I said. "What's that?" asked my Dad winking. "Valentine's Day is next week and I don't have a date to the Sweetheart Supper." I replied. "Sweetheart Supper?" my mother asked. "Yeah, my company rents a dinner cruiser for a Valentine celebration, there's a dinner and dancing as the ship cruises around the harbor. It will be real embarrassing if I show up without a date, it may even hurt my chance at promotion." "Why's that?" interrupted Dad. "The big boss thinks all his execs should be married or at least romantically involved. He thinks it shows stability." "I see. Why don't you ask a secretary? I bet there are some attractive cuties in the steno pool." "Hank," snapped mother, "steno pools no longer exist in the age of the computer. You know that." Dad and I laughed. Then I added, "Doesn't matter, company policy strictly forbids fraternization between employees." "Haven't you met any nice girls since you moved to San Diego?" asked mother. "No, I haven't even met my neighbors at the apartment. I'm on the road so much that when I am home I'm too tired to pursue any romantic relations. Besides the women I have met out there while they are great looking they seem to be pretty superficial." "Mona, you should go." Dad broached the subject. "What?" she responded. "You could be Tommy's date." She frowned at Dad and said, "Tommy doesn't want to take his mother to a sweetheart dance. Besides I need to stay here and take care of you." He snapped back, "I can take care of myself, thank you." "I would love to take you Mom," I interjected. "It really would help my career and wouldn't you like to get out of the snow for awhile?" I smiled at her and gave her my best puppy-dog look. She looked at Dad and then back at me, "Okay." "Thanks, Mom." I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. The scent of the perfume dabbed behind her ear was intoxicating. My dick got hard all over again. The more we talked about our date the more excited she got. The dinner was next Friday night so Dad suggested that Mom fly into San Diego on Thursday evening so she could rest up and find a beauty parlor to do her hair while I was at work on Friday. Saturday we could go to the beach and she would fly home on Sunday. Pleased with the arrangements Dad went up to take a shower and go to bed. I helped Mom clean up the kitchen. She talked non-stop while she washed the dishes and I dried them. She claimed the need for a new dress and maybe even new a swimsuit. I smiled, thinking that Dad was right Mom really needed this date. She seemed happy and animated. Later that night in my old room I pulled the boudoir photo from my briefcase and studied it. Everything about my mother's pose created a sexual heat. I began to understand my father's dilemma. The mischievous smile on her face, the teasing glint in her eye. The way her panties clung to her pussy and the way her shirt subtly revealed her breasts. I grasped my cock and flogged it for all I was worth. My nut sack tightened I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into a tissue. "Ohhhh, Mommmma," I moaned. The next morning I had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when Mom burst thru the bathroom door. Her eyes rested on my big dick which began to come to attention under her gaze. My own eyes feasted on her body barely concealed by a baby doll nightie. "I'm sorry, I thought you were done," she stammered and closed the door in retreat. I beat off again before I shaved. I knew I would never make it through my flight back to San Diego if I didn't. I finished dressing and went downstairs. Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and Mom was at the stove. "Good Morning" I said as I joined Dad at the table. Mom placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and avoided making eye contact. We all ate in silence. After eating Dad shook my hand good-bye with a wink and he left for court. I pulled my mother into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around by neck and pulled my close. I felt her breasts flatten against my chest. I could swear I feel her hard nipples poking into me. I knew she could feel my big cock against her pubic area. She gave a slight moan as it pulsed with desire. I boldly squeezed her buttock and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I headed out the door. The frigid Chicago weather pretty much extinguished my raging hard-on before I got into my rental car. I drove to the airport and flew back to the West Coast. Thursday soon arrived and I went to the San Diego airport to pick up my mother. Her flight was late and even travel-weary she looked hot and exuded sexuality. Her black stretch pants hugged her hips and created a nice camel-toe between her thighs. Her white v-neck top revealed her bountiful cleavage. She smiled and waved at me as she cleared the security gate. I waved back as she approached me. We embraced and I patted her butt and stuck out my tongue out at couple of guys who had been following my mother no doubt eye-fucking her ass. "Tommy that's not appropriate," said my mother breaking our embrace as travelers hustled past us. "I didn't like the way those two guys were ogling you, so I let them know you were taken. You're mine...at least for this weekend," I replied defensively. She laughed, "Why Tommy, are you jealous?" "No," I stammered, "more possessive. Let's get your luggage." Twenty minutes later were out of the airport and on the road. I placed Mother's luggage in the trunk of my convertible and we were off. I had planned to take her to the Gas Lamp District but Mother begged off. She said she would prefer a hot bath after her travel. So I took her to my apartment in La Jolla. I ordered a pizza while Mother puttered in my bedroom. My apartment was nice but expensive and I only had one bedroom. I had a large whirlpool bathtub and I began to fill it for her. Mother opened the door to the bedroom wrapped up in her terrycloth robe. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. After a few minutes she called for me from behind the door. I stuck my head in the door and was greeted by her smile. She was buried up to neck in steamy water and soap suds. She asked me to fetch a couple of aroma therapy candles from her suitcase. She claimed they would help her relax and unwind. I had no trouble finding the two candles in her suitcase. As I turned to leave the room I noticed her discarded white lace panties on the floor. Hypnotically I picked them up and brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply the fragrance of my mother. My dick got so hard I thought it would rip my zipper out. I heard Mother holler, "Can't you find the candles?" "Yeah," I called and stuffed her panties into my pants pocket. I knocked on the door and entered the bathroom. Mother scrunched lower in the water to hide her nakedness under the soap suds. I placed the candles on the counter and lit them. "There you go," I said and started to leave. "Stay Baby," Mother said. "Talk to Momma." "Okay," I hopped on the counter. "What do you want to talk about?" "How about that boudoir picture of me in your bedroom?" she glared at me. Surprised I stammered, "Dad gave me that photo last week. He..." "Your father gave you that photo....why?" now it was her turn to be surprised. "Don't you think it's a tad improper for a son to have such a risqué photo of his mother?" "Mom you were a lingerie model before I was born. My friends use to bring me old department store catalogs with pictures of you posing in panties. You have always been my sexy mother." She chuckled at my compliment, "I guess." "Mom, I love you. You are a sexy and desirable woman and I love you." The door bell rank announcing the arrival of our pizza. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and fetched our supper. I could catch glimpses of Mom in the bathroom mirror from the kitchen as she dried off. Her nipples harden in the cool air and her big round breasts jiggled as she dried her body. My eyes wondered down to the tuff of light hair neatly trimmed into a tight strip just above her glistening bald labia. My eyes roamed back up her body and caught hers. She smiled and then shook her head negatively and shut the door. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a knee-length terry cloth robe. We supped in front of the TV eating warm pizza and washing it down with cold beer. "You're quite the Peeping Tom," she scolded, "looking at a boudoir photo of me is one thing but gawking at me nude is quite another, young man." "Look Mom, you are a beautiful sexy woman. I'm not going to apologize for enjoying looking at your naked body. I am a man after all, just because you're my mother doesn't mean I can't appreciate your loveliness." She smiled, took a sip of beer and changed the subject, "Did you tell your boss you were bringing a date to the Sweetheart Supper?" I grinned around the pizza I had just shoved into my mouth, "Uh, huh." I chewed and swallowed quickly, "I sure did. I told him I was bringing a gal from back home." "You didn't tell him you were bringing your mother?" "Of course not, I figure what he don't know won't hurt him...or me." She smiled, "Your father thought it would be best for your career if we just let people assume our relationship was romantic instead of familial." "Are you okay with that?" I asked wiping my mouth with a napkin. "Sure. When in Rome...," she chewed her own pizza, "not quite Chicago Deep Dish is it?" "Nope," I looked deeply into her blue eyes and said, "Some of the best things in life come from home." She smiled and I kissed her on the cheek. We ate our fill of pizza and Mother kissed me on the forehead and retired to my bedroom, exhausted from her day of travel and jet lag. I watched the news and then made up the sofa for my bed. I lay on my back in my boxers and rolled over to pull my mother's wore panties from my trouser pocket on the floor. I brought them up to my face and inhaled deeply like a junkie sniffing glue. My cock hardened and I began to slowly stroke it. I replayed Mother's nude image in my mind imagining what it would be like to bury my dick into her neatly trimmed and gorgeous cunt. I picked up speed and was soon beating off like a fiend. My balls began to tighten and I brought mother's panties down to my cock to capture my spraying cum. A low moan escaped from me, "Mom-m-ma." The next morning I awoke to the sizzle and smell of frying bacon. Mom was making breakfast. "Get up sl**py-head," she called. I looked at my watch it was a full hour before I usually got up. Mom was still on Midwest time. I threw the blankets off and jumped into my trousers. Mom placed a cup of coffee on the counter followed by a plate of eggs and bacon. She brought her plate around the counter and she climbed upon the barstool next to me. We went over our plans for the day. I had to work until noon then I would come back to the apartment for a quick bite of lunch with Mother. After that I had made an appointment with one of La Jolla's best beauty spas so Mom could get her hair and nails done in one stop. Mother decided to go down by the pool and work on her tan once it warmed up and while I was at work. After eating I jumped into the shower and washed quickly. I dried-off and stood before the sink naked. I lathered my face and began to shave. As I pulled my razor across my face I was surprised to see Mother's reflection in the mirror from the kitchen counter. I hadn't completely closed the door. I'm not sure if I consciously or unconsciously left it ajar but the effect was the same Mother had watched me dry off just as I had watched her. I caught her eye and smiled. She smiled back red faced and turned back to the sink to finish washing the breakfast dishes. I dressed and dashed to work. The morning seemed to drag on and I noticed most of my fellow employees had the same attitude. Most of us couldn't wait to escape the office and prepare for the evening's party. When I arrived back home I found Mom by the pool sporting an aqua blue bikini. I paused to gape at her lovely figure. My dick was once again hard as I day-dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her. I began to think I might have a stroke if the bl**d kept rushing from my brain to my cock. She waved and giggled, "Like what you see?" Once again she had caught me lusting after her. "I sure do and I won't apologize for it either." She stood up and leaned over to pick up a man's shirt, my shirt. Light blue material invaded the crack of her ass as she slipped on my shirt. She slipped her index fingers under the leg holes of her bikini beneath each butt check and pressed the material out of her bottom in a very lady like fashion. I smiled content to watch the show. We went up to the apartment ate a quick lunch. Mother changed into a pair of form fitting shorts and a button down shirt. I dropped her off at the spa and went for a haircut and a professional shave. A couple of hours later we were back at the apartment getting ready for our date. While I was in the bathroom changing into my black business suit Mother dressed in the bedroom. I finished and waited impatiently for my mother to emerge from the bedroom. I paced the living room like a k** expecting Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. Finally the bedroom door opened and Mother emerged in black party dress. I whistled as she playfully twirled on her black strappy shoes with 6 inch heels. The high heel pushed her height up to 5' 8." She was sill three inches shorter than me. I was surprised she could spin so gracefully on heels that high without falling down. Her legs were encased in black silk hosiery which I hoped were thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. Her elegant black dress was washed silk crepe that had graceful lines and subtle detailing. It had a deep V at the neck that tastefully revealed her amble cleavage. The back was also a deep V that dipped to just above her waist and accented her shoulder blades. It also announced that she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress was sleeveless with a shift silhouette and it fell just above her knee. At her throat was a round blue sapphire solitaire pendent that was suspended from a white gold necklace. She had matching sapphire ear-rings. The sapphires highlighted her pale blue eyes perfectly. Her make-up was perfect and complemented the natural beauty of her face. Her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair was tastefully pulled to the back of her head in tight Chignon knots near the base of the neck. "You are so beautiful." I choked with emotion. Surprised she looked into my eyes and smiled as she tried to gage my feelings. "Do you approve?" I nodded like a bobble head figurine and herded her to the door. Thirty minutes later, we parked at the pier and boarded the dinner cruiser. My boss and his beautiful wife, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton, were at the top of gangway welcoming guests on board. I kissed my boss's wife's hand and then shook his. I turned to introduce my mother when Mrs. Thornton let out a shrill yelp, "Tommy you sly dog. You got married when you when in Chicago. We suspected you had gal back home." Confused I looked at my mother, Mrs. Thornton was holding up my mother's left hand examining her wedding ring. We had forgotten about Mother's wedding ring, a detail that complicated our charade. Mother reacted calmly and introduced herself, "I'm Mona, Mrs. Thornton." "Please call me Susan." Mr. Thornton interjected, "Congratulations you two. This calls for champagne!" While waiters went to fetch the sparkling wine Mr. Thornton called to the crowd, "Everyone.....everyone! Tommy got married when he was in Chicago, come meet his bride Mona." The crowd applauded and soon Mother and I were inundated with questions and congratulations. We became slightly separated by the onrush of well-wishers and I just hoped our unrehearsed answers would be vaguely similar enough to be sufficiently informative to extinguish further inquiry. Susan Thornton insisted we share her and Mr. Thornton's table for supper. I ate nervously expecting our counterfeit marital relation to explode in Mother's humiliation and my career ruination. Mother and Susan were close to the same age with several shared interests. They seemed to hit it off. "Do you have any c***dren from your previous marriage?" asked Susan. "One, a son," Mother replied. "What does he think of your new groom?" Mother grinned broadly at Susan and squeezed my thigh under the table, "Oh, I think he's quite excited by it. Isn't that right honey?" Then she leaned over and kissed me playfully on the lips. My dick got so hard I could swear I could hear the fabric of my trousers ripping at the seams. "Uh, huh," was all I could mustard for a respond as I fought to regain my breathing. I felt like I was panting like a dog in the summer heat. After dinner Mr. Thornton toasted the newlyweds and insisted we the lead with the first dance. I took Mother's hand and led her to the dance floor. As the music began I held her at arm's length and we waltzed around the floor in a natural rhythm and harmony. I thought I had never seen Mother more beautiful and I told her so. The musical number ended and the crowd once again applauded us and then joined us on the dance floor. As the band began to play again Susan Thornton leaned over to us from her husband's embrace and said, "You two are just a lovely couple. You both just radiate love for each other." We smiled at her and then at each other as we too joined in the dance. We danced several more numbers and then exited the crowded dance floor to the deck outside. The lights of the city bopped across the bay and the full moon provided romantic lighting. I had to wonder if Mr. Thornton had arranged for that too. Mother crossed her arms as if she were cold so I dr**ed my suit coat on her shoulders. She smiled up at me and I put my arm on her shoulder and pulled her close to me. We stood at the ship's rail and watched the city glide by. She wrapped her arm around my waist and we basked in each other's warmth. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would get so intense," I said. She glanced at me and then turned back to watch the city skyline, "Not quite the role I agreed to play but stimulating none the less." "Mr. Thornton complimented me on capturing such a fine specimen of cougar." I chuckled. "Cougar?" I replied, "A woman who preys upon younger guys." Mother moved her hand down from my waist and patted my ass, "Not just any guy, my guy." I turned her toward me and kissed her. My tongue explored her open mouth as she received my probing tongue. She had her hands on my butt and pulled me closer my erection throbbed between our bellies. I slipped my hand down the front of her dress and snaked my hand beneath the material. I was pleased to find her nipple erect and the silky smoothness of her breast reflected the silk fabric of her dress. Had it not been for the heat rising from her tit I would have been hard pressed to say where one ended and the other began. She moaned and then she pushed me away. We stood a foot apart panting like a****ls sizing each other up. I moved to embrace her again but she put her hand flat against my chest and shook her head no. She handed me back my jacket and took my hand and led me back to the party inside. I watched Mother's ass sway in the silky material of her dress and longed to stick my tongue in her crack. We sat back down with the Thorntons. We drank more champagne and Mother explained how we would had a long distance relationship because of her projects in Chicago. Susan asked about our honeymoon plans and Mother informed her we were both too busy to take a honeymoon right now would take one later. Mr. Thornton bragged to Mother telling her I was his top salesman. She smiled squeezed my cock under the table and commented, "Tommy's charm was what got me out of Chicago." I was startled by Mother's groping hand and I jumped fortunately the band was playing a slow song so everyone assumed I was getting up to dance with my bride. I held Mother close as my erection nestled against her pubic area as her hips swayed to the music. I realized she was grinding herself on my dick. "You're driving me crazy. If you're not careful I'm going to cum in my pants." I whispered hoarsely but still too loud as several couples glanced in our direction. Mother laughed and pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "Just playing my role, Baby." The boat docked and Mr. and Mrs. Thornton exchanged knowing glances as I hurried Mother down the gangplank after a quick goodbye to them. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. Mother scooted next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and enjoyed the warmth of her body next to mine. "I love you, Mom," I broke the silence but I hoped not the spell. "How far are you going to play your role?" "I know you want me," she gripped my thigh. I gasped and fought the urge to cum. "Do you want me like I want you?" She patted my leg, "Yes, Baby I do. I feel so wonton, so wicked... its wrong. You're my son. I can't cheat on your father." We arrived at my apartment I opened the door and she silently entered the living. She spun to speak and I took her in my arms and hungrily kissed her. She kissed me back her tongue twirling with mine. I grasped her butt and pushed her pelvic into mine grinding her against my hard cock. She pushed me away panting and looked frightened with big doe eyes. "No... Tommy... this...this is...wrong." I was beyond reason I grabbed her and pulled her into my embrace. Once again I kissed her deeply. She sighed into my mouth and went limp in my arms her resistance was broken she had surrendered to lust. I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She whimpered as I lay her on the covers. I took off my suit coat and tie and threw them into the overstuffed chair. Mother had taken on an angelic repose. The moon shone in from the balcony's glass door cast a romantic pale thru the room. I climbed on the bed and kissed her lips she returned my kiss by darting her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her neck mesmerized by her perfume. I slid her dress top down to her waist revealing her breasts. They were swollen with lust and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I kissed each titty and then took a stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Mother arched her back and groaned. Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of my head. I teased the nipple with my tongue and then blew my hot breath on it. "Oh....Bab..by," she moaned, "you're torturing me." I moved down the bed and lightly kissed her silk clad knee and then I moved up her thigh. I pushed the hem of her dress to her waist. Even in the dim moonlight I could tell her black panties were damp. I was pleased to discover she was wearing thigh-high stockings with a garter belt instead of panty hose. I smiled at her. Mother became rigid and turned her head toward the window I knew she was having second thoughts. I wasn't so I began to slip her panties down. Mother sighed deeply and lifted her ass off the bed to allow me to peel them completely off. I looked down at my mother. Her breasts were heaving with exhilaration. Her dress was bunched around her waist. A strip of hair headlined her bald labia whose lips were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. I caught a whiff of her fragrance and followed it to its source. She spread her legs as my tongue lapped at the soaked folds of her pussy. Once again she moaned deeply and I could feel her hands on the back of my head encouraging me in my ministrations. I flicked my tongue across her clit and teased it from its hood. I worked two fingers into her saturated cunt. It was like dipping my fingers into melted butter her juices streamed down the crack of her ass. I swear if the air temperature was cooler steam would have risen from her cunt. Mother was babbling and shaking her from side to side. She raised her knees to her tits and began to kick the air in elation. I darted my tongue into her butthole before withdrawing my finger from her cunt and jamming it up her ass while gently biting her clit. She practically sat up and howled in orgasmic release and then collapsed on the bed. She lay still gasping for breath. She seemed to glow from the passion. While she recovered I rose from the bed and stripped. She silently watched as I removed my clothes. I watched as her eyes rested on my engorged cock. It had never been so hard or throbbed so much with desire. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled at me weakly. I strode to the bed following my extended cock. She invitingly spread her legs wide to receive me. She moaned as I pushed into her pussy until my bloated balls rested against her puckered asshole. It felt so good I thought I might pass out. I groaned and curled my toes to keep from cumming she was unbelievably tight. She patted my ass to let me know she had adjusted to my girth. I began to slowly withdraw my dick I felt the wet walls of her pussy clutch at my cock. When the head of my dick was practically falling out of her cunt entrance I slid it back in clear to the hilt. Mother muttered her pleasure. "Tommy...you're so...hard...so...big." Soon I had a slow tempo going and Mother groaned as I sunk into her and moaned when I began to withdraw. After just a few minutes I knew I couldn't last any longer so I pushed myself up on my hands and began to pummel her pussy with abandon. My new position changed the angle that my pelvic bone pressed against Mother's clit. She was huffing that she was going to cum. Her cunt contracted around my cock in orgasm. I buried my dick into her as far as it would go. Mother's hands were on my ass and she tried to pull me deeper into her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I bellowed as my cum exploded into my mother's hot pussy. White lights flashed in my brain and I fought to stay conscious. I collapsed back onto my elbows and gasped for air. I rested my head on my mother's big beautiful breasts. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I remained fully erect and fully seated in her cunt. Mother's fingers ran thru my hair and she brought my face to hers and kissed me. "I love you, Tommy. I love you so much." I caught a glimpse of a tear running down her cheek and I softly whispered "I love you too, Mom." After recapturing my breath I began to thrust again into Mother's inundated pussy. I could feel my spilt seed running down between my balls and the crack of her ass. I leaned my head down and sucked a nipple. "Ohh...Tommy...Baby." she whimpered. Soon I was banging away at my mother's insatiable cunt as she vocalized encouragement."That's it Baby, do me....do me." She raked her finger nails down my back and grabbed my ass trying feed more of my massive dick into her hungry hole. Cries of ecstasy echoed in my ears as my mother's cunt once again contracted around my dick in orgasm. It felt like her cunt was trying to milk every drop of cum I had in my balls. My nut sack tightened and I growled as my cock shot streams of spunk into her pussy. "Ohhh... Mom-ma, Mama." I grunted. I softened and pulled out of Mother's slushy pussy. I rested on my back and she rolled over and cuddled against me. She looked up into my face trying to figure out my feelings. I hugged her tight, kissed her and soothingly said, "I love you so much." She kissed me back and then rested her head on my chest. I could feel her tears dropping onto my skin. I wasn't sure of her emotions but finally she relented to my questioning. "I'm okay, Tommy," she sniffled. "Then why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" She rose up on her elbow wiped her eyes with her fingers, "You're sweet, Baby. You didn't hurt me in fact you gave me pleasure I haven't felt in a very long time." "Then why the tears?" "I'm just confused...Baby... we just committed i****t. I...I...just cheated on your father." Once again she was bawling and all I could do was hold her. Finally she had cried herself out. Her head was resting on my chest and I stroke her hair which had come undone during our love making. "Mom, don't feel bad. I sorted of f***ed myself on you. You said no but I kept at you until you relented. It's not your fault." Mom lifted her head and her pale blue eyes seemed to look right thru me. "Baby, I knew what I was doing. I wanted make love to you too. You didn't f***e me. You made me feel desired and sexy. I haven't felt like that in so long. You made me feel so good. I guess that's why I'm so conflicted. How could something that felt so good be wrong... but it is." "I'm sorry, Mom. I wanted to make love to you ever since Dad showed me that boudoir photo. I guess I just let my male hormones take over. I never considered how my lust might make you feel." She kissed my chest, "Gosh, you're so sweet, Baby." Her fingers began to trace trails through my chest hair. She hesitated and then spoke, "If I asked you a question would you answer me honestly?" "Sure, Mom." "You said your father gave you that picture?" "He did. Why?" "I'm not stupid. I think your father planned this little encounter didn't he? He showed you a picture of me in a sexy pose and then talked you into inviting me out here to be your date." My silence confirmed her suspicion. She once again began to weep. I held her tight and tried to comfort her. Finally she whimpered, "He loves me so much. Did he tell you he can't make love anymore?" "Yeah. It was difficult for him to admit but he did." "That's what I mean. He knew how frustrated I've been, so he arranged for you to be his sexual replacement. How can he love me so much?" "You shouldn't feel guilty about it Mom. Dad knew you'd refuse to have sex with anyone you didn't love and that you wouldn't have an affair with anyone because you loved him so much. He just figured since we already loved each other it would be the best solution." She said, "You're right I shouldn't feel guilty. I can't believe what he did. I love your father so much. How do you feel about the situation? I shouldn't have let the Thorntons think I was your cougar wife. I probably ruined your career." "Mom, I love you so much. I can use your story about our long distance relationship to keep the Thorntons from getting too nosey. Besides I spend so much time on the road they shouldn't get too suspicious." I paused and began caressing Mother's ample breast her nipple hardened at my touch. I grinned at her reaction and then added, "I never knew sex could be so gratifying between a man and woman. I guess I had never made love before. It's so much more satisfying than simple sex." Mom smiled and began to stroke my cock beneath the sheet and it sprang to life. She said, "Tommy, my son, I love you." She threw the sheet off me. Then she swung her leg over me and straddled my middle. I began to knead her big tits. She moaned with delight as she grabbed my hard cock. I watched as she slowly fed it into her ravenous cunt. I moaned enthralled as my dick disappeared into her snatch, soppy with my sperm and her own lusty liquid. She sat still adjusting to my amplified prick. I reached up and brought her face down to mine. Our tongues entwined in a deep French kiss. She broke our kiss to breath and sat back on me. My hands went to her tits and I began to firmly squeeze them and gently pinched her nipples. She rode up on my cock her wet labia clung lovingly to my shaft. She rose on until the head almost popped out of her. She grunted as she slid herself fully back down on me. She set a steady pace and began to diddle her clit. I moved my hands down to her hips and watched her big tits bounce in cadence. Mother's velocity increased. She was close to orgasm and I shifted my hands to her buttocks and grabbed each cheek. I helped her pitch up and down on my dick. She began to whine lost in lust. I savagely shoved a finger up her ass to my second knuckle. Her cunt tightened its grip on my cock. She threw back her head and howled as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. It was more than I could stand and I began to hiss as my own orgasm burst from my dick in white hot frothy spurts of cum into Mother's sweet, sweet pussy. She collapsed on top of me and my sated cock slipped from her slushy snatch. She rolled off me and snuggled up to me. "I love you Son. I haven't been this satisfied in long time." I hugged her close and smiled and drifted off to sl**p. I hadn't been that satisfied either.