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I sit on the queen-sized bed, as I wait. Have I overstepped my bounds? I start to worry, after all, she had all but said she’d intentionally kissed me that first night. After a few minutes pass, I turn on the TV. Have I made another mistake? Did I misunderstand what she had in mind? As the minutes wear on, I wonder if my and my mom’s relationship is forever damaged. Or did I read the signs wrong, and I’m just some demented pervert?
When the knock finally sounds on the door, it scares me half out of my wits. On shaky legs, I stand and walk to the door, half-afraid that it’s room service, or the manager telling me my date has left me here. Even the absolutely absurd thought that it is the police, coming to haul me away.
Opening the door, I’m almost tackled as mom throws her arms around my neck, and presses her lips firmly to mine. The cold air follows us in until the door closes, but I barely notice it as her tongue slips between my lips to be met by mine. I can taste the champagne on her mouth, and wonder if there’s any left in the bottle. For a second, I worry that she is only doing this because she is drunk, but I remember that she’d brought us here while still sober.
Her hands aren’t idle while we kiss, and she soon has my shirt up over my head, and then off. The bed hits the back of my legs, and I fall backwards. Without saying a word, the older woman’s hands start fussing at my belt, and she nearly rips my pants off me.
After she succeeded in taking my pants off, she stood there, staring at my manhood, her mouth slightly askew.
"Forgive me, Nick, but I want this. I really need this," she said a moment later with a guilty and lustful look.
I stand back up and hug her still clothed motherly body to mine.
"There is nothing to forgive. I want this. . . I want you, too," I reassured her.
Her eyes look wonderingly into mine, and I see tears starting to form. I kiss each of her eyes as I let my hands pull the zipper in the lower back of her dress down. It soon puddles on the floor with a soft sigh as our lips meet again. Our tongues fight desperately against each other, both vying for dominance; neither is willing to submit.
I grab the back of her head and fall back, pulling her down on top of me. She grunts at the impact, but it turns to a moan as my hands freely roam her back and drop to her perky rear. At first, I think she isn’t wearing any panties, but then I feel the thin bit of thread and realize she is wearing a G-string.
For some reason, the thought of my mature mother in that type of sexy underwear turns me on even more.
"Love me tonight, Nick," she says breathlessly. "Love me like I haven’t been loved in years."
"Always," I replied.
Mentally cursing my father for mistreating this remarkable woman, I roll us over and start kissing down her large, motherly, bare chest. Her nipples are hard, as they top her tits, and I take one between my teeth, while I let my left hand drop down to her covered vulva. Even after two kids, her breasts are firmer than I would have imagined. The way they’d held up in her dress should have been a giveaway.
She starts to moan softly, but as I continue to lick and nibble her bosom and rub her pussy, her volume increases. I break away from her nipples and kiss my way down her smooth stomach to the tops of her panties, and then further. I can easily smell her arousal and see where her panties have a wet spot already growing. I give her panties a quick kiss before pulling the cloth aside. I briefly pause to take a look at the place I pass through to this world, before diving in. She tastes so sweet and warm that I start to moan as I drive my tongue in as far as it will go.
"Oh, Nick, thank you! Oh, Nick, oh Nick, OH NICK!" My mother started to moan wantonly as she enjoyed her own son performing oral sex on her.
Her hips are lifting up and down against my mouth, and I pull my tongue out and suck hard on her matured clit, bringing her over the edge. Slipping two fingers into her hole, I feel how tightly her muscles squeeze the invading digits. I crook my fingers, trying to find her G-spot, as I start to pop her clit between my teeth. Her words are unintelligible as she moans and soaks my fingers in her juices.
"Oh, son. I never knew. I never knew it could feel like this," she tells me as I start kissing my way back up her body.
I bring my wet lips to hers, and we start kissing again. I rub my cock against her panties, but my mother breaks the kiss and pushes my chest away a bit.
"We don’t have to do this," her voice is uncertain and tremulous. "You have already done more than enough for me tonight. More than is proper, really. Maybe we’d better stop before we do something we’ll regret."
I look deep into her eyes and can easily see the desire there, screaming to get out, and know that she has a tenuous grip on her control.
"Do you want this?" I ask, bumping my cock against her vulva.
She moaned in lust before replying, "Mmm, yes, I do. God help me, but I want this. Ahh. . . But it’s wrong. It’s incest. . . Hmm. . . Please stop, Nick. . .Ahh," As she talks, I continue to rub myself against her.
"You feel so good. I. . . No, we shouldn’t. It’s wrong. . . Ungh. But. . .Nick," she grows quiet for a second, and I barely hear her following words, "make love to me, son," she said.