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Mom Cleans House

Working from home has its advantages. I don’t have to commute back and worth from the office, and can clock in when I felt like it. Sounds ideal doesn’t it? Well, without trying to sound like I’m gloating, it is.

My name is Tom Cooper, actually Tom Jr, since I was named after my father Tom senior. I work as a program specialist for a major computer firm, which means that I take new programs and try to find any flaws or weakness in them before they go to market. The firm had set me up with a state of the art computer, and as long as I logged in each day for eight hours I was golden. Of course I had to show results in a timely manner, but it wasn’t hard to meet their deadlines. Another plus about my job was the pay. It allowed me to afford the rent on the small two-bedroom bungalow one block from the beach I now lived in. For this twenty-two year old life was good.

It was just about 2pm when the ringing of the phone interrupted my daydreaming, something I seemed to do a lot of when trying to sort out a program glitch. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my parent’s number.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Tom.” It was my Dad. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Sure Dad, what’s up,” I inquired.

“We had a little wind storm a couple days ago that blew down the big oak alongside the house.”

“Oh crap. Are you and mom okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, but that damn tree took out part of our bedroom and kitchen. Its got your Mom all riled up though,” he answered.

“What can I do,” I asked.

“I was hoping, if it’s not too much trouble, if she could come and stay with you for a spell,” he hesitantly asked, before adding, “Shouldn’t take more than two weeks to repair.”

“Love to have her Dad, for as long as she wants to stay,” I told him.

We talked a few more minutes; my Dad isn’t much of a conversationalist. When I asked if he wanted to come too, he said he was going to oversee the repairs on the house, plus being harvest time there was no way he could get away. Before we hung up he let me know that Mom would drive over sometime tomorrow. I found myself looking forward to seeing her. Being only a three-hour drive from their walnut farm in California’s central valley, and knowing how early they got up in the mornings, I figured my mother, Doris, would get here around noon tomorrow.

My Mom is kind of a clean freak so I took the time to tidy up. The house has two bedrooms that are separated by the only bathroom, an airy kitchen-dining room combination and a cozy living room made up the rest of the place. I had converted one of the bedrooms into my office complete with a comfortable sofa and mini fridge. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping so I would come into the office and work late into the night. Instead of going to the master bedroom I often times just crashed on the sofa when I got tired enough. I made sure to put fresh linen on the big bed in the room she would be using and a pillow and blanket in the office.

Trying to get back to work proved difficult. My mind kept slipping back in time to fondly remember that big oak tree. In my early teens it had become an obsession with me to climb to the top of it. I had vowed to conquer it at any cost, and after many failed attempts I finally did. From that time on I spent countless hours up in that tree admiring the great view it gave of our place.

I sat there at my work desk and let those faded memories flood my mind until they were as clear as they were back then. For some reason my mind pictured my mother. She is a petite woman, no more than five-two in her stocking feet, weighing around a hundred and ten pounds. Without realizing I was doing it, my hand found its way into my sweatpants and began to absently stroke my inflating tool. With a mental picture of my mother in my head it wasn’t long before my cock reached its full seven inches. Deftly pulling it out of my pants, I increased the speed of my strokes until without warning jets of hot cum blasted out over the floor in front of me. I was unable to stop stroking until there was nothing left to come out. Disgusted with myself, I tucked my cock back in and got some paper towels to clean up the mess.

“What’s wrong with you,” I admonished myself out loud.

The rest of the day went smoothly. By the time I finished working I was way ahead of schedule, which meant that I could slack off some tomorrow. Friday being the next day was perfect, I could finish up this assignment and have a long weekend with Mom.

The next morning I got up, stumbled half asleep and turned the coffee maker on before heading to the bathroom and taking a long piss. After finishing I grabbed my bathrobe off the hook on the door and waited in the kitchen for the coffee to brew. Once I drank a few cups and was fully awake, I got dressed and started my day.

Barely two hours later I put the final touches to my assignment and logged off. Looking at the clock on my computer screen I saw that it was only ten-twenty, so I figured there was enough time to throw something together for breakfast. Just as I poured the scrambled egg mix into the skillet on the stove I heard a faint knocking on the front door. Forgetting about the eggs I rushed over and swung the door open. Standing on the stoop was the wisp of a woman I lovingly called Mom. Her wide smile and twinkling brown eyes lit up her face. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of her small nose made me think of the phrase, “cute as a button.”

At six foot one, I’m long and lanky like my dad, I had to chuckle when she threw her arms around my mid section and squeezed me tight. It was like hugging a child almost. Her head rested just under my chin and I could feel the softness of her tummy pushing against my crotch as she breathed.

“Hi baby,” she whispered against my chest.

Before I could say anything both of us smelled the eggs starting to burn on the stove.

“Oh crap, forgot about those,” I stated as we separated.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. You can take my stuff to my room,” already heading to the kitchen as she spoke.

I was amused at how fast she had gotten into Mom mode as I lugged her large suitcase to the bedroom and placed it on the bed. Thinking there might be some things that needed to be hung up I opened the suitcase. My eyes were immediately attracted to a purple and clear colored object nestled between the articles of clothing. Reaching in and lifting it enough to see, I was shocked to discover that it was a power vibrator. It was one of those rabbit ones that had an extension designed to stimulate the clitoris, complete with little ears and a separate battery pack attached by a wire. Judging by the length of it I guessed the size to be around six or seven inches long.

“Whoa, that’s one powerful looking tool you got there Mom,” I silently thought to myself, before quickly replacing it and closing the lid on the suitcase.

The smell of frying bacon hit my nostrils as soon as I reached the kitchen, causing my stomach to rumble with anticipation. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now.

Hearing my approach she glanced over her shoulder and said, “I couldn’t save the eggs, so I’m making you a proper breakfast. Sit down, it will be ready soon.”

I sat at the small dining table; hands propped under my chin, and silently watched her. She was wearing a sleeveless pink floral print dress that ended just above her knees, with a row of buttons running down the full length of the front. Even though the dress fit her frame loosely I could still make out the round globes of her ass when she moved. It was just like being back at the farm during my pervert stage; a stage I apparently haven’t fully outgrown.

Right as she was placing the food on two plates I told her that I thought about hanging her clothes up. Her hands stopped moving and I could see her tense up.

Without turning around she asked, “You didn’t open my suitcase did you?”

“No,” I lied. “I figured you would want to do that.”

“Yes. Besides, I can’t have my son looking at this old Mother’s delicates, now can I.”

“You’re only forty-six Mom, far from being old,” I complimented her.

Relaxed, she picked the plates up and carried them to the table. She had to lean over slightly to hand me mine, the loose neckline on her dress dipped down giving me a look at her freckle covered cleavage. It was just enough to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wasn’t able to see her nipples but did find out she had on a white lace-topped slip under her dress. My cock began to tingle as we ate.

It was while we put the washed plates away in the cupboard that mom complained how high the shelves were. For me that was no problem, although I had to admit that the top ones were up there a ways. Going to a broom closet built into the wall I pulled out a three-step kitchen stool, opened it up and placed it directly in front of the counter by the cupboard.

“This was here when I moved in. I guess the owners knew my mother was a short shit,” I told her with a smug grin on my face.

She slapped me on the ass and told me I was rotten. After laughing hysterically I gave her the guided tour, making sure she knew the tub had a shower also. When I showed her the office she noticed the couch and said she would fit better on it, so I should take the bed. After repeatedly telling her it was fine she gave up. We got to her room and I watched as she took in the sparseness of it. There was a queen bed, small dresser, a nightstand with a lamp on it by the bed and a cluttered closet. I don’t think she was too impressed.

“What would you like to do today, Mom?”

“Oh honey, if it’s okay with you I would like to just stay in. Maybe watch the idiot box and relax. It’s been a hectic few days, I’m worn out,” she replied.

“Sounds good to me, just glad you’re here,” giving her a hug before leaving.

My living room furniture consisted of a large plush fabric couch, with a coffee table in front of it and a fifty-inch flat panel television. I’m a man with simple tastes. About twenty minutes went by before Mom came out and said she was going to take a hot bath. That was fine with me since it gave me time to get some comfortable clothes from my closet. I changed into an old t-shirt and baggy sweats then made myself comfortable on the couch.

Mom had never been shy about running around the house in just a slip while I was growing up, and when she came out of the bathroom I saw that she still wasn’t. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing a black knee-length satin slip held up by two thin straps. The neckline was modest but did manage to show off a good portion of her upper chest with the sprinkling of freckles. I could see two small points pressing out through the smooth fabric as she walked toward me. There was a hairbrush in her hand and when she got close she held it out in front of me.

“Want to brush my hair like you use to,” she asked.

When I was younger I would often brush her hair for her. Now before you think I’m some kind of sissy, let me tell you that I had good reasons for performing this little chore for her. First off, it made her happy and secondly, it made me happy too. She would sit on the floor in front of me while I sat on the couch and brushed away. It was just something to do to show her how much I loved her. Of course, after I’d turned eighteen my reasons became a little blurred. Often times I would find myself looking over her shoulder while brushing, occasionally catching a view down the front of her slip.

Taking the brush from her outstretched hand I sat on the edge of the couch and watched as she sank to the floor between my spread knees. Leaning back against the front of the couch, and my balls since I was so close to the edge, she tugged the towel off and sat it aside. After carefully getting the tangles out I began running the brush through her hair while peering over her shoulder. At first her arms were at her sides but must have been uncomfortable, because she placed both on top of my thighs and her hands on my knees. Unable to see anything I concentrated on her hair, getting it smooth then braiding it as an extra touch. When I finished she got up, turned around and bending over gave me a kiss on the forehead. The slip drooped in front and I had a clear shot down her cleavage. Both of her small tits hung down and jiggled slightly in front of my leering eyes, and it may only be my imagination, but her nipples appeared to be hard. The tingling in my cock returned when she bent down and picked the towel up, the slip molded to her small round ass.

We spent the rest of the day watching whatever we could find on cable. About six we had a pizza delivered and I broke out a bottle of wine I had squirreled away. A romance movie came on shortly after we ate and Mom scooted against me, held onto my bicep with one hand while sipping her wine with the other. As she watched the movie a dreamy look came over her face, all the while I could feel the soft warmth of her breast pressed into my arm.

“So, is my being here going to create problems with your love life,” she suddenly asked.

“No Mom,” I laughed. “My love life is far and few between at the moment.”

“I know what you mean,” she mumbled.

“What do you mean,” I asked, turning to look her in the face.

“Oh. I didn’t think you could hear me,” she answered.

“You and Dad doing okay,” I persisted.

“Yeah, we’re okay. It’s just…”

“Tell me Mom,” I implored her.

“Oh honey, I don’t feel right talking about this with my son.”

Turning enough to face her, I took her hand in mine and said, “Because I am your son, you can tell me anything.”

Her eyes started to mist a little and I could tell she was uncomfortable, but I could also tell she wanted to get it off her chest.

“You remember your Dad had that minor heart attack four years ago?”

Concern must have been evident in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine,” she said, patting my hand.

“Then what Mom,” I asked.

“Well, since then he’s had a little trouble…performing,” she stammered.

“Performing what,” I said like an idiot.

“In the bedroom,” she blurted out.

“Oh. OOHHH,” I managed to say.

“Exactly,” she replied.

“Are you telling me that you and Dad haven’t,” I left it unfinished.

“The doctor says it has something to do with blood flow. Not enough getting where it needs to be, or something like that.”

“Four years? You haven’t had sex in four years?” I asked.

“Tommy Cooper! That is none of your business,” she replied sternly, but with a small smile on her lips.

“God, I’m sorry Mom. I don’t think I could go that long without,” I said.

“Yeah well, things happen,” she replied before snuggling back up to me.

We finished the current movie, the bottle of wine, and watched a couple sit-coms before mom said she was going to bed. I told her goodnight but stayed on the couch for a while longer before heading to the office to get some sleep. I lay there wondering why I was having sexual thoughts about my own mother. In the past I never really did, it had just been the thrill of seeing a woman’s parts that had got my motor running. It could have been any woman. But now I wasn’t so sure as I drifted off toward dreamland. Right before I fell asleep I thought I heard a humming noise.

Normally I sleep in the buff, but since Mom was here, I slept in my baggy sweats. Getting up I padded barefoot to the kitchen, letting my morning wood lead the way while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My dick felt harder than normal this morning, probably due to the extremely erotic dreams that plagued me most of the night. Looking down and still trying to get my eyes to focus, I was surprised when I almost ran into the stool I had placed in front of the counter. My surprise turned into shock when I saw Mom at the top of the stool. She had one bare foot on the stool, the other one on the counter and she appeared to be trying to clean the highest shelf in the cupboard. In one hand she had a sponge and was using it to wipe down the shelf. In the other hand she loosely held onto the handle of a plastic gallon jug of cooking oil.

Slowly my eyes traveled up the taut leg on the stool and came to rest at the hem of her black satin slip. Stretching to reach the shelf had caused the slip to ride way up on her thighs, and having the one foot on the counter made her legs part slightly. From where I stood I could see the bottom halves of her ass cheeks and the full bush of hair covering her sex. My cock grew harder as I stared at the barely visible pinkness of her slit peeking through the dense tangle of pubic hair. Unaware of my presence she moved both feet to the countertop so she could reach the back of the shelf.

“Mom!” I croaked, afraid she would fall.

What happened next only took a few seconds, but in my minds eye it seemed like it was all in slow motion.

Startled, Mom spun around, the gallon jug of cooking oil slipped from her fingers and landed on the edge of the counter. The plastic lid exploded off the jug from the force and hit me square in the chest, along with half the contents of the container. Oil quickly sloshed down and saturated my entire front as Mom lost her balance and fell directly at me. I heard the whoosh of air as her stomach crashed into my face. Her arms encircled my neck at the same time she planted the arches of her feet on both sides of my upper waist. She began to slide down my body as the oil coated her parted thighs, causing her to clamp her feet tighter on my waist. I placed my hands under the back of her thighs but had trouble getting a grip because of the oil on them. When her feet reached the waistband of my sweats I could feel them pushing the pants off my hips.

Constantly adjusting my grip on her thighs I felt my sweats going lower and lower, until the waistband was pulling my stiff cock straight toward the floor. I could feel her oil slicked pubic hair sliding down my abdomen just as the waistband of my sweats released its hold on my turgid cock. Freed from the pressure of the waistband, my oil-soaked cock sprang up like a missile, grazed between Mom’s ass cheeks and lodged into the folds of her saturated cleft. With me trying to hold her up, and her tightening her thighs on my sides, we were still unable to slow the downward progress of her slide. Both our breaths caught in our throats as half my cock slid easily into her oil covered pussy.

“TOMMY NO!!” she wailed, her eyes wild looking.

Trying to ease her down to the floor I started to kneel but lost my footing in the oil. She went to the floor on her back with me firmly between her legs; the impact caused me to slam the rest of the way into her.

“AAAAAGGGGHHHHH,” she moaned under me.

I was sure she was hurt, until I felt the unmistakable clinching of her cunt muscles along my shaft. I couldn’t believe it. My mother just had an orgasm with my cock buried inside her. The feeling of her clamping down on me made my cock start to twitch, and I knew I was about to shoot a load. Mom must have known too.

“Take it out, Tommy! TAKE IT OUT!!” she yelled.

The sensation of her walls encasing my shaft as I pulled out was too much for me. As soon as my cock was free of her tight grip I began to shoot ropes of hot cum all over her exposed tummy and pubic mound. Lying flat on her, the shaft of my cock on her clit, I rocked my hips up and down until my orgasm was over. Mom just lay there unmoving.

Carefully, I rolled off her and somehow managed to stand up. When I finally got her to her feet I noticed what a mess she was. There was oil in her hair, my semen stained the black slip and was dripping from her bush to the floor. Looking at her, I felt only a deep shame.

“I’m so, so, sorry, Mom,” I profusely apologized.

She stood there looking from me to the front of herself for a few seconds before slapping me across the face.

“How could you,” she said, before running for the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like I’d woken up this morning and decided I would bone my mother. I heard the shower running as I went about the difficult task of cleaning up all the oil. I glanced up when she emerged from the bathroom but she never looked at me, she just went to her room and shut the door. It took close to three hours to completely clean the mess, but once done I turned on the coffee maker and headed for my own shower.

Feeling clean again, I went to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and sat at one of the two dining room chairs. Mom must have smelt the fresh pot because she came out swallowed in my robe and fixed herself a cup. I could see her eyes were red from crying.

“Mom?” I pleaded.

“Not now Tommy. We’ll talk later, I just need to think right now,” she said as she headed back to the bedroom.

After another cup I put on a sweatshirt and jeans, then strolled down to the beach to do some thinking of my own. The best thing to do was give her some space I thought. Hopefully she would understand that it had all been an accident. The day was a little chilly so I was pretty much alone as I sat in the sand and watched the waves crash in. My mood was somber as I pondered what would happen between us now. A few hours later I still felt like the biggest shit of the century as I made my way home. Mom’s car was gone when I got there and a note on the table said she went shopping. I turned on the television and tried to relax, but it wasn’t long before I was sound asleep.

My name being repeated over and over brought me out of a deep sleep, filled with images of Mom and I making passionate love. Opening my eyes, I saw she was sitting at the dining table and there were two plates of food on it.

“What time is it,” I asked.

“Almost 7pm,” she told me.

I had slept the entire afternoon away and still felt drained.

“Mom, I want you to know how sorry I am,” I began when I sat down.

“Hush and eat your food. We can talk later.”

The meal was a quiet affair with neither of us speaking. After we finished I cleared the table and washed the dishes, then went back to watching some more TV. Mom had vanished into her room. I was thinking she would stay in there, but twenty minutes later she came out and sat on the other end of the couch. She had one of her white slips on, and as she tucked her feet up under herself it slid up on her thighs.

“I’m sorry I slapped you, Tom,” she finally said.

“I understand, Mom. I deserved it for what I did to you,” I replied.

“Oh sweetie, please look at me,” she softly spoke.

Turning so one bent leg was on the couch and my back rested on the arm of it I gazed over at her. I could see her age clearly now. Little lines and wrinkles appeared near her mouth and eyes and several grey strands were visible in her hair. She was still a beautiful woman though.

“What happened with you is all biological,” she began. “It would have happened to any man under those conditions.”

“But I came on you, Mom,” I stammered shamefully.

“Yes. Yes you did baby. But I realize now it wasn’t entirely your fault,” she whispered softly.

“How so,” I asked, not really sure what to say.

“I don’t know any other way to say this, so please forgive my bluntness. Mommy came on you too,” she stated, her face blushing bright red.

Sheepishly I said, “I know, I felt it, and that is what pushed me over the edge, Mom.”

“Oh my,” she said placing a hand over her mouth. “That still doesn’t answer a question I’ve been wondering about all day.”

“What’s that,” I asked.

“Why were you…umm…so…uh…hard in the first place,” she managed to ask.

“Certainly I didn’t get you so excited,” she continued before I could say anything.

I wasn’t sure were this conversation was going, but I decided to be honest and open with her.

“Mom, you’ve been exciting me since I was a boy,” I told her.

“I remember all the times you wanted to help me around the house,” she chuckled. “And the times you climbed that tree too.”

“What can I say, Mom,” I said, my face red from embarrassment.

“But I’m your mother, Tom. Plus, I’m an old lady now, not something a young man would get aroused by.”

Scooting closer to her I looked into her eyes, put one hand on her shoulder and the other lightly on her thigh.

“You are a vibrant, sexy woman, Mom. Please believe me when I tell you that any man would crave you, no matter what his age was.”

Our eyes locked as we sat there. An uncontrollable urge to kiss her came over me. Leaning forward, I moved my hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck and pulled her head to mine. I could feel her stiffen until my lips touched hers. With her soft lips pressed against mine her resistance began to fade, until we were lost in the most smoldering kiss I’d ever had. Her arms came up and encircled my neck, pulled me tighter into her warmth as my other hand rose up and cupped her small breast through the smooth slip. Instantly I felt her nipple harden as my palm softly rubbed against it. Suddenly she placed her hands against my chest and pushed me away. Her eyes wide with fright and what looked to me like lust.

“Oh God, what are we doing. This is so wrong,” she blurted out, before jumping off the couch and running to the bedroom.

Dumfounded, I just sat there. I couldn’t believe that I had made a move on my own mother. Was I some sick twisted pervert I wondered? A few minutes of reflecting on this thought gave me no answers, so I decided to go to bed and pray that tomorrow would be better.

I was stretched out on the office couch for ten minutes or so when I heard the shower turn on. The first thing that popped into my head was that Mom was trying to wash my filth off her. The shower didn’t last long; I heard her leave and then the sound of the bedroom door being gently closed. I lay there for another ten minutes before making up my mind to go and apologize.

Reaching the bedroom door, I was just about to knock when I heard a humming sound coming from her room. Putting my ear against the door I could barely hear her soft whispers.

“Yes, yes, ohhh shit, yes,” I heard, followed by, ” OOOHHH… GOD…TOM!”

Did she just call my name while getting off on that toy of hers? Shock gave way to immense arousal. My cock expanded in my jeans as I rushed to the bathroom, dropped my pants and boxers, then furiously stroked my hardness to a knee shaking orgasm. It was only after the euphoria had started to fade that an idea dawned on me. She could have been calling my Dad’s name, not mine. Drained, I went to bed for what turned out to be a long and restless night.

Sunday morning I found Mom sitting at the dining table, wearing my robe, with her hands wrapped around her cup of coffee. I made one for myself and sat down across from her. She just stared down absently into her cup but I could see she was nervous. I knew I should say something but didn’t know what. Seriously, how do you apologize to your mother for accidentally shoving your dick in her, and then coming on to her later? I didn’t have a clue. We sat in silence for a while then she looked up at me. My heart sank when I saw the sadness in her eyes and the worried look on her face. When she began to talk I could hear the reluctance in her voice.

“I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. If I hadn’t been on that stool…” she left the rest unsaid.

Reaching across the table I took one of her hands in mine.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mom. If I hadn’t been acting like a complete perv by staring up your slip, things wouldn’t have ended like they did,” I tried to reason.

“But they did end like they did, and I’m so ashamed of it,” she said, almost in tears.

Confused I asked, “What do you have to be ashamed of?”

“The fact that I couldn’t control myself,” she answered, leaving me even more confused than before.

“I’m sorry Mom, I’m not following what you’re trying to say.”

“Oh baby, its just when you were in me, it felt so good that I couldn’t stop from..You know,” she struggled to say.

“You mean having an orgasm,” I softly asked.

Blushing, she said, “Yes.”

“Hell Mom, if I hadn’t had sex in four years I would’ve came as soon as I saw your bare butt on that stool,” I laughed.

This seemed to lighten her mood. I got up and made us another cup then sat back down and asked what she wanted to do today. She told me to look outside first. When I peered out the kitchen window I saw sheets of rain pouring down, something that happens here a lot. So much for taking a nice stroll on the beach I told her. I said she could choose what we would do and she suggested we just cuddle on the couch and watch TV all day. Neither of us was hungry, so we carried our coffee into the front room and made ourselves comfy on the couch. Mom sat next to me with her legs tucked under my too big robe and sipped her coffee. We scanned through the on-demand channels and planned our viewing pleasure for the day.

With our empty cups on the coffee table we settled back and Mom snuggle up against me. The first movie was kind of boring, but being this close together seemed to make it watchable. Halfway through though I noticed Mom kept twisting her shoulders back and forth as if trying to loosen up her back.

“Back hurting you, Mom,” I asked.

“A little. I think it might have gotten wrenched yesterday,” she answered.

“I can fix that for you,” I said, getting up and bringing out a thick comforter from the office.

Moving the coffee table out of the way, I spread the comforter on the floor, told her to lie down and I would give her a back rub. After some feeble protesting she stood up and removed my robe. Underneath it she was wearing a pale blue slip that was more of a nightie than anything else. It hung to mid thigh and her areolas were just visible through the satiny material. I gave her a throw pillow off the couch and watched her stretch out on the comforter with her hands tucked under the pillow. Carefully I straddled the backs of her thighs and placed the palms of my hands at the small of her back and began to gently rub little circles in that area. She let out a little sigh of pleasure and told me that what I was doing felt good. Five minutes later however she complained that my jeans, the same ones I had slept in, were chaffing the outside of her thighs. Standing, I told her that I would put on some sweats.

“Do you have underwear on,” she asked, turning her head enough to see my face.

“Boxers,” I told her.

“Just remove your jeans then,” she said, as her head settled back on the pillow.

I was barefoot so it didn’t take long to pull the jeans off and toss them on the couch. The feel of her bare skin on mine was electric when I reclaimed my spot on the back of her thighs. I started in the same place and rubbed outward to her sides, gently kneading her muscles as I went. Gradually I went higher on her back and noticed that her slip was doing the same on her thighs. Running my hands down her sides to her hips then back up caused the hem of the slip to travel high enough that the beginning swell of her asscheeks started to show. I could feel my cock starting to inflate.

“Could you scoot up a little honey, you’re hurting my knees,” she said into the pillow.

Looking down I saw that I was almost sitting on the back of her knees. Sliding forward, I sat on her thighs so high that my crotch was almost touching her ass. She didn’t seem to mind, so I began massaging her again.

“Sorry,” was all I said.

“That’s okay baby, just keep doing what you’re doing, it feels so good.”

Her slip was completely off her ass by the time my hands reached her shoulder blades and my cock was hard as a rock. Pushing my hands gently down over her rib cages and upwards, I felt the outer swell of her small breast graze against my fingertips.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, as I let my fingers linger on the sides of her tits a little longer than I should have.

Moving my hands back up, I leaned enough to rub her shoulders and my crotch pressed against the soft roundness of her ass. The pressure of being against her cheeks caused my cock to shift, before I could do anything about it all seven inches was laying between her butt crack. If she felt it, she didn’t say anything. She just kept moaning softly into the pillow.

Slowly I worked my hands lower on her back, at the same time I slid further back on her thighs until my cock nestled at the junction of her womanhood. My pre-cum left a trail from the small of her back, all the way down the crack of her ass, then began leaking onto her fur covered slit. I was no longer able to stop myself. Leaning forward and lifting slightly, the head of my cock slid down past her slickened ass then into the wetness of her slit, and plunged inside the velvet smoothness of her pussy. I felt her cunt clamp down briefly, then slowly expand to allow more of my cock to enter her.

“NOOO, TOMMY!! We can’t…do…this…” she moaned.

Her mouth said no, but when I felt her push back on me and take all my cock in, I knew that she wasn’t going to stop. Using my hands on her hips and pulling backwards, I got us into a doggy position. Not wanting this to be rushed, I got into a slow rhythm and gently stroked my cock in and out of her. After only a few minutes, I felt her pussy contract around my shaft and she started roughly slamming her ass back into me.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!!” she wailed.

She began to shake and tremble as her orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy clamped down on my shaft so hard that I could barely move in her. The hold on my shaft relaxed as she slowly collapsed to the comforter. I stayed in her and continued to pump slowly as she fought to catch her breath. I rode the sweetness of my mother’s wet hot pussy, reveling in the immense pleasure my nerve-endings were feeling. When her pussy began to tighten again I shortened my strokes to almost a complete stop, just enough movement to tickle her walls.

“AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!” she screamed.

I started to really pound into her then. My pelvic bones bounced off her soft round ass making her cheeks jiggle. Knowing what was coming she began to twist violently trying to throw me off.

“NO, BABY!! I can get pregnant!” she screeched at me.

That brought me to my senses. Reluctantly I pulled my stiff rod from her drenched hole and lay down beside her, both of us having a difficult time breathing. Turning onto her side facing me she reached over and gently stroked my face. All I could see was love in her eyes.

“Oh Tommy, I’m so sorry I let that happen. It was wrong, but its all I’ve been able to think about since yesterday,” she whispered.

“Mom, I love you more than anything else. I just want to make you happy,” I told her.

“You did, honey. I’m almost sore from happiness,” she chuckled, placing a hand on her mound.

Gently pushing her onto her back I told her I would fix that. She had a puzzled look on her face as I made my way down, spread her legs and climbed between them with my face hovering above her mound.

“What are you doing,” she asked with a frown.

“Shhhh,” I told her, before running my tongue up through the hair on her slit.

“Honey, don’t do that. It’s unsanitary,” she protested.

Gazing up over her mound, I watched her reaction as my tongue flicked out and lapped flatly against the nub of her sensitive clit. Her eyes rolled back and she sucked in a sharp breath. Encouraged I began to lick and suck on her pussy with gusto. Fighting through the abundance of hair, I managed to trap the inner lips of her pussy in my mouth and began to gently stretch them out, at the same time rolling them across my tongue. Her hips started to come up and meet my face when I stuck my tongue as deep as I could into her hole. The taste and aroma was intoxicating.

“EEEEEEEEEGGGGGHHHH,” she squealed.

Her thighs wrapped around my head pushing my face deeper into the folds of her twitching cunt, until I thought she might smother me. My tongue burrowed into her sweet Mommy hole before returning to lavish attention to her engorged clit once more. Her fluids began to leak out and coat my chin in her slickness.

“SHIT! OH SHIT! No ones ever done this to me before,” she cried.

With her clit firmly clamped between my lips, my tongue relentlessly batting it back and worth, I moved my hand from her thigh and softly slide my index finger into her very wet hole. She began to shudder as I twirled my finger around the tightness of her cunt, then she went off like a bomb, brutally slamming her crotch into my face.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUUUCCCCKKKK!!” she screamed over and over before collapsing.

At first I thought she had fainted, but when I crawled up beside her I saw her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, her diamond hard nipples poking through the top of her slip with each breath she took.

“God Tommy, that was the most pleasurable thing anyone’s ever done to me,” she managed between breaths.

“No one has ever gone down on you?”

“I’ve only been with your Father sweetie. And no, he certainly hasn’t done that to me,” she laughed.

“WOW! That’s hard to believe, Mom,” I said.

I was lying on my back and when she turned on her side to face me, her eyes fell on my still erect penis. She stared at it resting on my stomach, as if in a trance for some time, before placing her hand on it tentatively.

“Do you have any condoms,” she asked, still fixated on my hard pole.

“No,” I said sadly.

Gently rubbing her fingertips up and down my shaft she said, “We can’t leave you like this.”

Getting to her feet, she stared down at me with a look of concentration on her face. I’ve seen that look before. It was her problem solving face.

“Give me a few minutes then come into the bedroom,” she told me as I watched her walk away.

Curiosity got the better of me in less than six minutes. I followed my stiffness to the open bedroom door and peered inside. Mom was lying naked on her tummy sideways on the bed, she had one hand clutching the power controls of her vibrator, and her other one was underneath her pushing the tool into her glistening pussy. Her legs were parted just enough for me to watch the rabbit climb into her hole as I approached the bed. Next to her left hip was a tube of lubricant, which explained why her slit looked so slick. The humming of the vibrator was becoming muffled as more of it disappeared up inside her.

“Be gentle with me, I’ve only done this a couple of times,” she said, her face flat on the bed.

Understanding of what she was saying dawned on me as soon as I noticed she had smeared some of the lube onto her brown puckered hole. Pushing her legs closer together, I straddled her thighs once more. The humming of the vibrator was drowned out when the inside of her thighs came together, trapping it and her hand between them. Putting one hand on a cheek and squeezing it out, I ran the thumb of my other hand gently over her hole spreading the lube around. Pressing the tip of my thumb gently against the resistance of her sphincter, I increased the pressure until it yielded, allowing my thumb to sink to the first knuckle. After a few seconds of pushing and pulling I was able to insert my whole thumb into her ass. She let out a grunt, but said nothing about stopping.

“Are you sure, Mom,” I asked, worried.

“Yeah baby, just go slow,” she replied.

I continued to work my thumb until she relaxed, then I replaced it with my index finger and pushed it all the way in at one time. Soon her sphincter loosened enough were I was able to push two fingers in and out of that tight hole. I could feel the vibrations from her toy against my fingers, and it felt like it was also rotating inside her. Pulling my fingers out I took the tube of lubricant and spread some all around the head of my cock. Spreading her cheeks apart I let my cock slide into the crack of her ass, then I lifted my hips until my mushroom head was pointing at her opening. Grabbing the shaft of my cock, I held the head at the outer ring and pushed forward with my hips until I felt it pop through and enter her. Leaning, I placed my hands on the bed by each of her shoulders, until I was almost laying on her and slowly pushed deeper into her very tight ass.

Once half of my cock was in, I started rocking in and out slowly, increasing the depth on every second or third trust, until all of my rock hard cock was engulfed. Laying flat against her back I placed my hands under her chest, cupped the small breast and tweaked her hard nipples with my fingers. She began to moan and must have gotten use to my invading member, because I could feel her pushing up against my downward thrust.

“Oh damn that feels good,” she whispered.

Raining kisses on her neck and ears I began to increase my speed. I could feel the vibrator through the membrane separating her pussy from her anus. The tip of her toy rotated in a twirling motion and rubbed against the underside of my cock-head, making my nerve endings scream with pleasure. My fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples and she began to buck wildly as I really started to pound into her. I felt the speed of the vibrator increase suddenly and Mom thrust up to meet me, her gasps bouncing off the bedroom walls. I couldn’t hold back any longer and with one mighty thrust; I shoved my cock in as far as it would go. Loads of my hot sticky spunk gushed out of my cock and flooded her insides. We both screamed at the same time.

“MOMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!”I bellowed, before falling on top of her.

“OOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!” she screamed, as her body began to spasm underneath me.

The vibrator stopped, but I could still feel the tingle in my rapidly deflating penis as I lifted myself up and off my mother. I watched fascinated as my cock slipped from her hole and some of my semen oozed out then ran down onto her hand holding the toy. Reaching between her legs, I gently slid the vibrator from her gaping pussy and sat it aside, before lying next to her. She smiled at me then slid into my arms. The touch of her warm soft breast pressed against my chest was comforting and we fell asleep feeling the beat of each other’s hearts.

After we woke and showered together, we went and had something to eat; both of us famished. We also stopped at the drugstore and picked up two boxes of condoms. Early the next morning Dad called to see how things were going. I only heard Mom’s side of the conversation.

“Everything’s fine dear. But your son is not much on house cleaning, so I think I will have to make a trip once or twice a month to straighten him out,” she told Dad, while rubbing her nipples and smiling at me.

It was hard to get any work done for the next two weeks, but somehow I managed to meet my deadlines. I didn’t sleep in the office any more either. On the day that Mom headed home I carried her stuff to the car were she gave me a respectful kiss on the cheek.

“When I come back, I might bring a surprise for you,” she said mischievously, before getting in and driving off, leaving me standing there wondering what she meant by that.

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