A Boy's Best Friend - Sexy Mom seduces shy graduate son.

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It was over at last. I couldn’t believe it. Three of the worst years
of my life were nearly at an end. It wasn’t that I hated college
because of my studies. In fact, I was expecting an honours degree from
all the work I’d put in. No, it was my fellow classmates that had made
my life so miserable. It’s not like I’m a spotty nerd or anything.
It’s just that I’m not into sports. And if you’re not into sports,
then you don’t get to hang around with the guys. And if you don’t hang
around with the guys, then you don’t get the girls. And if you don’t
get the girls, then you don’t get spoken to by the guys; it’s a
vicious circle.

But all of that would soon be behind me. The only activity left was
the ‘End of an Era’ school party that was being held at the gym
tomorrow, Friday. But I had long decided not to go. Showing up without
a date would have been the final humiliation for me. So, I told Mom
and Dad of my decision on the phone last week, and said that I’d be
catching the 4pm flight home on the day of the dance. Then I would
never have to see any of my classmates again; I’d be three thousand
miles away.

Thursday night’s sleep was the best I had had in three years. I awoke
at around ten on a hot summer morning, had a light breakfast and
started to pack. I had the biggest smile on my face that you could
possibly imagine. After lunch, I decided to take one last look around
the one bedroom ground floor apartment that had been my home away from
home for three years. I was thinking how funny it would be to share a
house with Mom and Dad again.

It was while I was in this daydreaming state that I heard the doorbell
ring. When I opened my apartment door and saw who was standing there,
my mind went blank for about thirty seconds. Eventually, tired of my
seeming lack of consciousness, I heard her speak.

‘Well, Peter, honey, are you going to let your Mom in, or should I
stand here all day?’

‘Sure, sure.’ I replied quickly, banging the side of my head with my
right hand, just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. But no, that was
definitely Mom standing in front of me in the living room.

‘Be a sweetie and bring my things in off the porch, darling. I’ve had
such a terribly long and tiring flight. And do close your mouth,
you’re not seeing an illusion. It really is me.’

I went out to the porch to see a cab pulling away from the kerb and
Mom’s things on the top step. I picked up the small valise and two
dress carriers and carried them inside.

‘Jeez, Mom, what are you doing here? I’m going home in three hours.’

Mom sat down on the couch and began to speak.

‘When you phoned last week and told your Father and I that you weren’t
going to the end of school dance, it almost broke our hearts. We know
that you’ve not enjoyed your time here, but in a few years you’ll come
to regret not going to the final part of your college days. You’ll
miss the closure that the event carries with it.’

‘But Mom, even if I had a tuxedo and all the trimmings, which I don’t,
I wouldn’t go there without a date. That’d make look a real loser.’

Mom asked me to look in the brown dress carrier. I pulled down the
zipper to see that inside was a white dress shirt, cummerbund, bow tie
and black tux.

‘OK Mom, so you got me the suit. So what am I supposed to do for a
date? Or did you bring a girl with you as well?’ I asked, with a heavy
dollop of sarcasm.

Mom looked up at me from her seat on the couch with the hint of a
smile on her fulsome lips.

‘As a matter of fact, smart-aleck, I did.’

Thinking that I’d left someone outside, I dived over to the window and
peered out up and down the street.

‘I don’t see anyone.’ I retorted, miserably.

‘You’re looking the wrong way.’ Mom began. ‘She’s right behind you.’

I turned around slowly to face her. Mom’s smile was now an ear-to-ear
grin.

‘It’s me, you silly boy. I’m your date.’

‘Mom, that’s crazy. Who ever heard of a guy taking his mom to the
school dance?’

‘I don’t mean take me as your Mom. I mean take me as your date.’

When I looked a little hesitatingly at her, she carried on.

‘Look, nobody here knows that I’m your Mom. You resemble your Father
more than me. I mean you’re almost a foot taller than I am, and you
have his brown hair and hazel eyes. Providing that you didn’t actually
call me Mom it would be easy to fool them all. And besides, neither of
us is likely to see any of them again.’

I still looked doubtful, but I recognised the stern look on Mom’s face
which meant that she was determined to have her own way.

‘I haven’t come all this way to be refused a date by own son,’ she
began, commandingly. We’re going to that dance tonight and that’s
final. From what I read, most boys your age would love to have a
girlfriend who is, how shall I say, a little mature. Now try your suit
on, and I’ll make any adjustments before I go and take a pill and lie
down.’

As it happened, the tux and everything else fitted me perfectly, and
Mom went to my room at the back of the apartment at around three
o’clock, for a nap. I told her that I’d sleep on the couch that night.

At six-fifteen, with Mom still asleep, I had a shower and went back
into the living room to dress for the evening. I had my doubts about
whether we could pull it off at the dance, and thought about the
humiliation of it all if we were to be found out. At six-forty-five, I
heard Mom taking a shower, and at seven-twenty, the sound of her heels
on the wooden floorboards caused me to look up. Boy, what a sight she
was, as she elegantly glided down along the corridor and walked into
the living room. I gave out a wolf whistle, and saw Mom blush a
little.

‘Your old lady doesn’t scrub up too bad, does she?’ Mom said whilst
moving into the classic model’s pose of hands on hips and one foot in
front of the other.

I had to admit, she was absolutely stunning. Mom is thirty-nine but
has the figure of a girl ten years younger. It was just as well in
that dress she was wearing. It was full length, black, strapless, with
a split up the front to just above the knee. Any bulges in the wrong
place would have made it look terrible, but everything looked good to
me. Her long, blond hair was loosely assembled on the top of her head,
which highlighted her strong cheekbones, and her lips and nails were
painted in a deep red gloss. Around her neck was a thin, black velvet
choker, and on her feet a pair of black patent high heeled pumps.

‘Mom, you look absolutely beautiful,’ I said honestly, ‘and so sexy
too.’

‘Why thank you kind sir,’ Mom replied, giving a deep curtsey which
revealed the tops of her fantastic jugs, ‘and you are a very handsome
escort. I’m so pleased that you like my FMD.’

I looked puzzled. ‘FMD?’

Just then the taxi I had ordered sounded its horn. ‘I may tell you
about it later.’ Mom said in a provocative tone of voice. ‘Now, before
we set foot outside the door, remember, tonight I am your date, Cathy.
I am not you Mom. Got it?’

I nodded my understanding.

‘Good. Now, put your arm around my waist and let’s get that cab.’

It felt funny holding my Mom like that as we stepped into the warm
evening air. I could almost feel her tight skin under the thin,
expensive material of her dress. But Mom gave me a reassuring glance,
and I felt better.

As we alighted the taxi just before eight, the party music was already
loud from the gym a few hundred yards away. Regaining my hold around
Mom’s waist, we walked up to where the noise emanated. The gym was
packed with people drinking and dancing and laughing and talking. I
already felt out-of-place. Above the sound of the music, it was still
easy to hear each other talk. So I asked Mom if she’d like a glass of
punch. She nodded and we set off in the direction of the drinks’
table. On the way, we had to pass by a group of guys and their
girlfriends who were my classmates. Their conversation stopped
immediately they saw Mom and I. I ignored them and carried on.

Moments later, with punch in hand, Mom and I were approached by four
of the guys I just mentioned.

‘Evening, sport,’ one of them began, ‘didn’t expect to see you here.
Who’s the lovely lady?’

This was the last thing I had wanted. I just thought we would come in,
show our faces, be left alone, and then leave. But within two minutes
of arriving, here I was, being interrogated by guys I hated. And to
make matters worse, my mouth had decided to stop working. After what
seemed like hours, Mom gave me a gentle dig to encourage me to answer
the question.

‘Hi, guys. Errr, this is my M-M-M..’

‘What Pete means to say,’ Mom interrupted just before I made the one
big mistake that would tear the whole ruse apart, ‘ is that I am
Cathy, his girlfriend.

The four looked at each other. Then the spokesman began to smile,
followed by the others. ‘Well, well, old boy. You’re a bit of a dark
horse, aren’t you. Just how long have you two been an item?’

Once again Mom saved the day when my voice deserted me: ‘Pete and I
met about a year ago. We’ve been seeing each other at every
opportunity.’

I think the guys still had doubts about us, but these were overridden
by a curiosity to know more. So they asked Mom and I to join them and
their dates on the other side of the room. I was just about to decline
the offer, when I heard Mom tell the guys that we’d be delighted.

Half an hour, and two glasses of punch later, Mom and I were at the
centre of the crowd. She was charming to the boys and they loved every
minute of her attention. Even the girls managed to find me interesting
and attractive. Better late than never, I thought.

Just as everything was going swimmingly, or so I thought, Mom motioned
to me that she wanted to speak to me alone. I had that stupid puzzled
look on my face again, and so it was Mom who took the lead and
suggested that we dance.

As I took her hand, I managed to find a quiet spot on the makeshift
dance-floor and asked what was wrong.

‘Some of your classmates are beginning to have doubts about us.’ Mom
said.

I began to panic, thinking that we were about to be exposed as mother
and son.

‘No, it’s not your mother they think I am,’ she continued, ‘they
suspect I might be a hooker that you’ve hired for the night.’



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‘My god, that’s not much comfort either. What can we do?’

Mom looked up at me with that stern look in her face again.

‘The only thing that will convince them that I’m not a paid escort is
if you kiss me.’

‘But, jeez, I can’t do that.’ I complained. ‘Isn’t there another way?’

Mom shook her head. ‘The only thing that a prostitute doesn’t do with
a trick is let him kiss her. I know it sounds funny, considering
everything else that they will do, but it’s a fact nevertheless. It’s
the only way that we’ll stop their nagging doubts. Will you kiss me? I
mean, surely it can’t be that unpleasant a prospect.’ She said, with a
smile.

I smiled back, and nodded my consent.

So, as the music played and we danced, as my classmates watched
closely from the side of the dance area, I took hold of Mom’s bare
arms, pulled her towards me, and bent my head down to kiss her lightly
on the cheek. When I stood up again, the look on her face was clearly
one of anger.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ she whispered, ‘that’s the way a boy
kisses his mom. Do you want to do this right or not?’ She hissed.

Mom moved her hands up to my face, and clasped them at the back of my
neck. Pulling me towards her, she spoke again:

‘Honey, hold me tightly around the waist, bring your mouth close to
mine, and leave the rest to me. Trust me.’

I placed my hands on Mom’s tiny waist and did as she ordered. She
pulled my head closer to hers. I was nervous, sweating and awkward. We
looked intently into each other’s eyes as her lips touched mine. I
felt the sweet taste of her lipstick, smelt the aroma of her perfume,
and sensed the heat of her flesh. Still gazing into her eyes, I became
aware of Mom’s mouth slowly parting. Then the moistness of a tongue,
my Mom’s tongue, touched my lips. Slowly, it searched for an opening
in my lips. The look in Mom’s eyes was telling me to let her in. As I
allowed a gap to form between my top and bottom lips, I felt mom’s
tongue slide into my mouth. Now it was looking for my own tongue. I
felt a bolt of electricity roam through my entire body as the tips of
our tongues touched. At the same time, I became aware of a hardening
within my pants. Jeez, I was french kissing my own mom, and getting a
hard-on as well. It was at that point that civilised morals gave way
to animal nature. I became an active participant in our clinch. I
forced my tongue over Mom’s, and guided it into her mouth. I felt as
though we were bruising each other’s lips, such was the pressure we
exerted. I slanted my head this way and that in an effort to get
deeper into her throat. At the back of my neck, Mom’s hands held my
face firmly against hers, whilst I pulled her waist even closer into
my body. It was only the poor mixing by the DJ, and the sudden silence
of a record that wasn’t set up right, that brought us both back to
reality. Reluctantly, I let go of her.

‘Well, I think that should have convinced them.’ I said, feeling
terribly embarrassed and self-conscious.

Mom’s face was flushed: ‘It very nearly convinced me. You’ve made my
legs turn to jelly.’

As we walked back to the group, Mom and I sensed that any doubts they
had were fading fast. But just to make sure, she suggested that I rest
my hand on her ass for a while. She said that is where I would have it
if I really was her boyfriend. So when we were all talking together
again, I slowly let my right hand move down over the curve of her
spine, and onto her firm butt cheek. I let it stay there for a while
without moving. Mom never gave it any attention. After a few minutes I
decided to move my hand around her ass a bit. It felt lean and soft,
but the one thing that became obvious very quickly, was that she
wasn't wearing any panties. But I suppose the tightness of her dress
would have made any underwear impossible. As I caressed and squeezed
Mom’s butt, she still didn’t flinch. So, feeling just a little horny,
I thought I’d take a little bit of an advantage of the situation. Ever
so gently, I allowed the middle finger of my hand to trace the line of
her ass crack. I started near the small of her back, and she didn’t
make any objections. I let my digit move slowly downwards, pretending
to be unaware of its travels by engaging one of the girls in
meaningless conversation. It was just as I began to press the tip of
my finger against her anus that I felt her butt cheeks tighten. By
instinct, I looked around. Mom was glaring at me with that stern,
school-ma’am, expression. I thought I was in really big trouble with
her, but after a second or two, her face softened to a smile.

‘Let’s have another dance’, she commanded.

I led Mom onto the packed dance-floor just as a slow, sexy record came
on. We jostled for a space near the back and I pulled her into me.

‘You seem to have got the hang of this now.’ She remarked, cheekily.

I pulled her in tight, and she held me around my waist. When she
looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, all suggestive and
promising, I lowered my face to hers. This time it was I who was the
more forceful. As my tongue re-entered Mom’s mouth, I thought I
detected a faint amusement in her eyes. Soon, we were both in the
throes of another passionate kiss. Our heads moving from one side to
the other to accommodate greater access.

I felt my dick starting to rise again, but now something in me wanted
Mom to be aware of its existence too. But every time I tried to thrust
my groin in her direction, she always managed to move out of the way.
I could see that just a few paces behind Mom was a wall. If I could
jam her up against that, then she would have no place to escape. So,
as both our mouths filled up with the other’s saliva, and I felt her
lipstick begin to smear my face, I tried, unobtrusively, to push Mom
backwards. In no time at all, her back was against the wall, and she
could retreat no further. I saw her eyes widen as she realised the
implication. But neither one of us relaxed the pressure of our
entangled lips. I slowly let my hands move down from Mom’s waist until
they were gripping her ass cheeks. My dick was almost fully erect as I
pushed it against Mom’s abdomen. I could feel her trying to squirm out
of the way, but I held her tightly in position. At last, I could take
no more and pulled my lips from hers. The record was just coming to an
end as I whispered in her ear: ‘Mom, I gotta fuck you.’

‘Whoaaaaa, take it easy tiger,’ Mom said softly. ‘With all these
people around, you’ll get us arrested. Lets go outside and cool down.’

I could hardly believe how stupid I’d been to let myself get carried
away, and as we walked to a quiet bench in the campus grounds, I
apologised to Mom for making a fool of myself. We sat down in the warm
late evening twilight, and Mom began to speak.

‘Don’t beat down on yourself, honey. It’s the FMD.’

I looked in puzzlement again at those three letters, and Mom said that
what she was about to tell me should never be repeated to anyone; not
even Dad. I agreed, and she continued.

‘FMD stands for Fuck Me Dress. I’ve worn it three times already and on
each occasion, I got, well, you can guess. There’s just something
about this dress that drives the male of the species wild. It’s never
happened with any of my other outfits. First time I wore it was when
your Father took me to the opera to see Carmen. He was so aroused that
he had me in one of the stalls in the men’s room during the interval.’

I asked about the other occasions. It was then that she looked anxious
and made me repeat my promise.

‘Sweetheart, first thing I want to tell you is that for the two men in
my life, you and your Father, I would do anything. I would die for
either of you. You’ve got to know that. Now I don’t want to shock you,
honey, but the other two times weren’t with your Father.’

The look of concern on my face caused Mom to say that she was still in
love with Dad and that all would be explained. Then she went on:

‘Last Christmas, your Father and I went to his work’s party. It was an
all expenses paid trip with overnight accommodation. It really is a
chance to unwind at the company’s expense after a hard year. Anyway,
after dinner, your Dad’s boss, old man Quigley, he comes up and asks
me for a dance. Of course I accept, and he leads me on to a dimly lit,
crowded dance –floor. Because he’s your Father’s boss, I let him put
his hands where I wouldn’t let anyone else. Your Dad can’t afford to
lose this job, not with your school fees and the mortgage to pay. So
Quigley finds out, as I’m sure you have, that I can’t wear panties
with this dress.’ I blushed at that before she continued.

‘Anyway, he makes it very clear to me that he can make life very hard
or very easy for your Dad, and which way it will be is all up to me.
It took me about half a second to catch his drift. What could I do?
Have your Father posted to some shitty little backwater, where he’d
never make any commission, or sacrifice myself to give him an easy
life. Peter, darling, I hope that you don’t think the worst of me, but
I told the old man that he could have sex with me, just the once. He
arranged for your Father to leave the party early by sending him to an
out-of-town office on the pretence of getting some important files.,
and then he took me up to his room. I thought his age meant that it
would all be over quite quickly. But he was like an animal. He took me
three times in two hours. I had to wear head to toe clothes for weeks
until the bite and bruise marks had disappeared.’

I was astonished at Mom’s disclosure, and was confused over how I
should feel. Sure, she had made a sacrifice for Dad, but she was still
a whore whichever way you looked at it. Then, when she told me that
the third time was another sacrifice to get Dad a big contract with
some old Japanese guy, any pity that I had had began to dissolve. In
fact, I was feeling horny for her all over again. You see, while Mom
had been telling me the story, she had crossed her legs towards me,
and the split in her dress had revealed them up to mid thigh. The
moonlight contrasted the lighter tones of her legs with the darkness
of her dress like a spotlight. I noticed that her heels were so high
that her instep was almost vertical. And when she dangled a shoe
carelessly off her foot, I almost creamed. I don’t think she noticed
at all, she just kept on talking:


‘So you see darling, it’s not your fault at all that you’ve become
aroused. It’s this dress. Now, why don’t we go back and say goodbye
forever to your former classmates and go home?’

We stood up silently. As we walked back to the party for that last
time, I honestly did feel pangs of sorrow at having to leave. Just
before we entered the building, Mom reminded me that my hand should
still be firmly on her ass; we still had people to fool.

We said our farewells and walked to a line of taxis that were waiting
at the front of the campus. I climbed in behind the driver, having
first seen Mom into the seat to my right. The journey was accomplished
in almost total silence. The streetlights flickered into the car, now
and then highlighting an expanse of bare thigh caused by Mom’s crossed
legs. I couldn’t help but steal sneaky sideways glances at them. She
was so sexy. I got even more turned on when I noticed that the old guy
driving the cab had adjusted his rear-view mirror so that he, too,
could take advantage of Mom’s free display.

Just as we pulled up to my apartment, Mom leaned over and asked me for
the keys. She said she’d go and open up whilst I paid the cabby. By
the time I got out of the car, I could see that the front door was
open, and Mom was just disappearing into my flat. As I closed the
front door behind me, noticing that there were no lights on at all in
any of the rooms, I heard Mom’s voice from the bedroom asking to see
me.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, but I knocked gently anyway. Mom’s
soft voice invited me in. The room was in darkness as I entered. I
went to turn on the light but Mom told me not to. I could see her
standing, back and hands flat against the wall to my right. I asked
what was wrong. When Mom spoke, I noticed that her voice was much
deeper than usual.

‘Half-an-hour ago, when we were on the dance floor, and you made it
very clear what you’d like to do to me, do you remember what I said?’

I became really embarrassed and apologised again for getting carried
away

‘Do you remember my reply?’ Mom repeated, sternly.

I thought I was in for a really big load of trouble, so my voice was
almost too faint for either of us to hear.

‘Yes. You said something like, with all these people round, I would
get the two of us arrested.’

‘That’s right.’ Mom said. ‘Now, what did I tell you about my FMD?’

My tone still uncertain and shaky, I began to reply. ‘You said that
every time you wear that dress you end up getting fucked.’

‘Very good, honey. You have been paying attention to your Mom.’ She
said in a school ma’am type way, before continuing. ‘Well, I don’t see
anyone around here but you and me. And the question I’m asking myself
is, will my FMD still have its 100% record tomorrow?’

I looked puzzled. I wasn’t sure what she was saying or whether she
expected a reply. Mom obviously sensed my confusion.

‘Maybe this will help you.’ she whispered. And after she spoke, I saw
the palms of her hands propel her from the wall she had been leaning
against. Splinters of light shone in from the window opposite where
Mom stood, illuminating her like daggers of light across her body. At
first, I thought it was a trick of the conditions that I was seeing.
But then it hit me like a sledgehammer. Mom’s dress was slowly sliding
down her body.

The top of the material first uncovered her breasts. They had never
been too enclosed by the dress anyway, but now I could definitely see
a pair of nipples hardening in the warm night air. Any uncertainty
about what I was seeing was quickly dispelled as Mom’s naked waist,
then hips, then upper thighs came into view. Obviously, she had undone
the zipper at the back of her dress earlier, and it had only been kept
up by the pressure of her leaning firmly against the wall. Before I
could react, the FMD was lying around Mom’s feet. Except for the
choker around her neck and the high heels on her feet, she was
entirely naked.

I felt my mouth dry up almost instantly. I was lost for action. As my
eyes became accustomed to the light level, I could see that Mom
clearly liked to have a completely bare pussy. I became very excited
when she huskily told me to move closer. As I moved to within a couple
of feet of my Mom’s nakedness, she kicked the dress away from
underneath her high heels.

‘Touch me.’ She ordered.

I tentatively sent out my right hand in her direction. My elongated
index finger poked at her waist, like I was testing the firmness of a
steak. It was the barest of contacts, but it sent an electrical surge
right through my body and right along my dick to the very tip. As the
rest of my right hand joined the index finger on the hot, firm flesh
of Mom’s narrow waist, she too, gave out an audible groan. Then she
gave me my second instruction:

‘Kiss me.’

I grabbed hold of Mom with both hands and pulled her body towards me.
As I moved my mouth closer to hers, she arched her head back,
teasingly trying to avoid me. It was a game I enjoyed playing, as I
sought her lips with mine and she acted coy. Eventually the toying was
over. We locked our mouths together in a tight seal, allowing only
each other’s saliva to pass between us. My hands groped at her large,
firm breasts causing Mom to issue a silent scream that was muffled by
my tongue. Her hands had busily worked to release me from my tux
jacket. Now they were frantically undoing my belt and trouser zipper.
I could hardly believe it. This was my own mother trying to get inside
my pants.

As she got the zip down halfway, Mom pulled away from our embrace. I
could feel the fresh lipstick she had applied smeared over my mouth.
Like animals, we both tore at the buttons on my shirt, eventually
removing the garment and throwing it onto the floor. Mom reached up
and bit me on my left shoulder like she was a vampire. The pain was
intense but highly pleasurable. She brought her hands up to my chest,
and as she raked her long nails down towards my stomach, Mom slid down
the wall until her head was level with my groin. I looked down,
mesmerised by what I saw. My own Mom, kneeling in front of me, teasing
the zip over the bulge that was in my pants. I couldn’t stand the
delay any longer. I pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper
myself. As my trousers fell around my ankles, I pulled the elastic
waistband of my shorts over my extended, throbbing cock. At last it
was free and exposed to Mom’s gaze. I just wanted it to be inside her
mouth. So I grabbed hold of it firmly in my right hand, took a hunk of
Mom’s hair in my left, and thrust it between her red lips. I will
never forget that first time. As her throat gave way to my meat rod,
and her tongue enveloped my slippery helmet, my head involuntarily
snapped back in sheer ecstasy of the situation. After a second or two,
I looked down again to see my shiny shaft slipping in and out of Mom’s
gorging mouth. She was really chomping on it and making loud slurping
noises with each outward movement. I could feel the juices starting to
well up in my balls. I wanted to cum over Mom’s face and then watch
her lick my tool dry. I held on for as long as I could, and found
myself straining every muscle to delay the satisfaction. But Mom’s
mouth was too good, and the sight of her doing this to me made me lose
my load quicker than I would have liked. I gripped my shaft and pulled
it out from between her lips at just that very moment when the white
stuff began to squirt out. I tipped Mom’s head back and leaned over
her to direct my goo where I wanted it to go. I needn’t have worried.
So much of it came out that her entire face was covered in the mess.
As the final few drops came out, I forced it back into her mouth and
told her to suck me dry. Mom’s expert mouth did the job perfectly. As
my knees buckled and I sank against the wall, I looked down at Mom who
was greedily moving my spunk from around her nose, forehead and cheeks
into her throat.

Mom squeezed out from below where I stood and moved around back of me.
I felt her nails gently raking along my spine.

‘When you’ve fully recovered, honey, I’ll be lying on the bed for
you.’

After a couple of minutes, my breathing returned to normal, and I
turned around to face the bed. Mom was lying there, arms stretched out
like a crucifix. Her waist was twisted towards the right, and her legs
bent. She was still wearing that sexy choker and those tall high
heels. I knelt down on the bed beside her legs. She looked down as my
hands went out to touch the firmness of her calf. I had wanted to
caress those legs all night, and now I could do so at my leisure. They
were firm and shapely. Long in proportion to her height and without a
trace of cellulite. I fondled them for about five minutes. Then, I
moved them apart and knelt in between them. In the shafts of
moonlight, I could make out the moistness around Mom’s pussy. I was
starting to get hard again. By the time I had licked and gently bitten
Mom to a climax, I had another full erection. I lowered my sweat-
dripping body to hers and positioned my throbbing phallus at the
entrance to her box. Pinning Mom’s hands above her head, I pushed my
groin forwards. The tip of my penis pushed against the softness of her
pussy lips. But with her legs spread so very wide, they gave no real
resistance. I clenched my buttocks tightly, and applied more pressure.
My helmet broke through into the soft, warm moistness of Mom’s vaginal
canal. She gave a soft moan. As I thrust forward, inch after inch of
my shaft entered her private passage. By the time I was all in, Mom
was bucking wildly beneath me. I let go of her hands and raised myself
above her with outstretched arms. I began to pump her, fast. Soon, her
cries of ‘ooohhh, oooooohhhhhhh, oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh’, grew louder
and louder. Her hands began to claw at the sheets and her head moved
on the pillow from side to side. I relentlessly pummelled at her box.
As Mom’s groans got unbelievably louder, she wrapped her legs tightly
around my waist so that I was lodged deeply inside her, unable to
withdraw. Biting at her bottom lip, she brought her arms up to the
side of my face and pulled me closely into her. Once again our mouths
joined together, and tongues got to work exploring teeth and gums. We
were both groaning now. Noises of pleasure became stifled in the
other’s throat. I sensed the pressure that Mom’s legs were making
around me begin to relax. This allowed me to recommence thrusting my
dick in piston like fashion up and down her twat. Soon, Mom’s nails
were gouging deep tracts into my back, and at the same time, the
pressure of her mouth against mine increased. I knew she was close to
orgasm. As I ground my hips into hers, trying to get every millimetre
of my dick inside her, I knew that I was not far away myself. In fact,
it was Mom’s screams to the almighty that finally turned me on so much
that I felt my balls beginning to explode. As she cried out in
pleasure, a series of rapid thrusts saw me emptying another gut load
of muck into Mom.

As my dick began to go limp, I slid out from between Mom’s swollen
labia and rolled onto my back. I looked across at her as we both tried
to slow our breathing to normal levels. Her hair had fallen down over
her shoulders and was so wet that she could have just stepped out of a
shower, while the rest of her was covered with a moist film. The last
thing I remember before falling asleep was Mom asking me if she could
take her shoes off.

When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to come up, and light was
filling the room. I wondered whether it had all been a fantastic
dream, but turning my head slightly to my right, and seeing Mom laying
next to me on her tummy, naked except for that black choker around her
neck, I knew it had all really happened.

Mom was only partly covered by the sheet. I pulled it away, feeling
horny again. Her ass stuck up in the air like a ripe peach. It looked
so inviting. I remembered that I had thrown a nearly empty bottle of
suntan oil into the bathroom trash bin. Mom never stirred as I got up
to get it. She was still in the same position when I got back. I lay
down beside her again and poured some of the oil onto the crater
created by the curve of her spine. Even the coldness of the liquid
didn’t wake her. I rubbed it all over her firm ass until it shone a
slippery opaque sheen. Then I poured a blob directly onto her anus.

I worked it in with my index finger, thinking she was bound to wake as
I forced it up her. But no, I put the whole of my finger right up her
ass, gave it a turn or two, but still Mom didn’t move. She was in a
really deep sleep. By now I had a stiffy that was the equal of
anything that I had had the night before. I spread Mom’s legs a little
and positioned myself in between them. Leaning forward slightly, I put
my knob against her anus, and pushed. Slowly, the lubricating oil did
its job, and my enlarged cock disappeared up Mom’s shitter. Man, was
she tight! I lay full stretch over her and began to fuck her like
crazy, feeling sure that she’d awaken at some point. It was then that
I noticed a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table. Obviously
Mom felt that she needed help getting off after our session during the
night. Anyway, awake or asleep didn’t much matter in this case, I just
wanted to bang away at her ass.

I finally shot my load up Mom’s anal passage after about ten minutes.
As I rolled off her and onto my back, I got a shock to here her voice.

‘You through now?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, Mom, I’m through, thanks. How
long you been awake?’

‘For about the last five minutes. I didn’t want to disturb you. Better
get ready, though. Plane leaves in a couple of hours.’

I did have a little tear in my eye as we set off for the airport in
the cab, and I looked back over my shoulder at the old place for the
last time. Strange how the best night had been saved till the very
end.

The plane was half empty as we took our seats and waited for take-off.
Mom had a window seat and I was in the aisle. There wasn’t much room
to move, but Mom found enough space to cross those shapely legs of
hers, probably knowing that they were giving me the hots for her
again.

About two hours into the flight, I looked around to see if anyone was
close by. When I was sure that everything was safe, I moved my right
hand onto Mom’s bare thigh. God, it felt so soft and firm. As I began
to caress her legs, moving ever closer to the hem of the short skirt
she was wearing, Mom pulled up the eye-shades that she been wearing
for the past hour.

‘Honey, we’re travelling as mother and son, remember. Last night was
nice, but now we’ve got to get back to normal.’

I took my hand away and went into a sulk.

Dad met us at the airport, pumped my hands enthusiastically, and gave
Mom a hug and a kiss. I have to say, it made me feel a little jealous.
I got into the front seat next to Dad, after he had let Mom in to the
seat behind him. During the drive home, I told him how glad I was to
be back, and that I was looking forward to our first family dinner
that night.

‘Gee, I’m sorry, son.’ Dad began. ‘But I’ve got to out of town on
business till tomorrow. We’ll take a rain check on that meal.’

Dad could see the look of genuine disappointment on my face.

‘Hey, its only twenty-four hours. And besides, I’m sure you and your
Mom have got lots of catching up to do.’

I turned round to look at her in the back seat. As I did so, she did a
Sharon Stone to me with those lovely long legs of hers.

‘Don’t worry, honey.’ Mom began, openly teasing me. ‘I’m sure we can
amuse ourselves till Dad gets back.’

I turned back to face the windshield. I had a feeling that it would be
some time before this graduate would be leaving the nest.


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