I had not been home in a year. My parents got divorced, so I wanted to go back to spend some time with the family. I was given thirty days’ leave and went home.
I went to see my mother and brothers. While visiting, my mother mentioned she wanted to go dancing. I told her I would be glad to take her. She said that would be nice.
After a few hours, my mother left, saying, “I would get ready; we could go in an hour.” She lived in an apartment attached to my brother’s house.
I wanted to get her alone.
When she was ready, she came over to get me. I said my goodbyes, opened the car door for my mother, and told her how great she looked. She wore a floral dress that showed her nicely shaped breast, nice waistline, and tiny round ass. She did not show any cleavage, but I had a good memory.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked.
“I have been going to the dine and dance in Putnam. You will have to be good,” she said. “I have friends that go there.” She placed her hand on my leg as I drove.
“I don’t want to be good; I want to hold you tight, kiss your neck, and whisper dirty things in your ear.”
“Remember, you are my son and lover, not my husband.”
The more she called me her son, the hornier I got.
“I want people to think we are lovers,” I said.
“Many of my friends know you are my son; you might even know a few. Be good, and I will reward you later.”
We got to the club; I did not recognize anyone. My mother introduced me to a married couple whom we sat with. I noticed she did not introduce me as her son.
Jan, the wife, jokingly said,” Is he your boy toy?” We all laughed.
“You never know,” my mother said.
We had a few drinks and listened to the DJ. The first waltz played, and I asked my mother to dance. We walked onto the dance floor. My mother grabbed my hand and put her other hand around my waist. I did likewise. Halfway through the dance, I got hard, dropped my hand holding hers, and put it around her waist, pulling her close to me.
“Harvey, you’re hard,” she whispered.
“You make me that way; I can’t help it,” I replied.
“Think of something else,” she said. “It would help if you didn’t hold me like this; people will talk.”
“Let them talk. I am not embarrassed. I am with a beautiful woman, and I see guys drooling.”
She took a hand and gently slapped my shoulder. “Stop it,” she said, “behave.”
“Ok, mom.”
The dance ended, and we walked back to the table. Her friend asked me to dance in the next waltz, and her husband asked my mother.
“So, where did you meet Theresa?” asked Jan.
“Oh, I met her at a dance,” I said.
“So, you like older women?” She replied.
“I think older women are sexy.”
I noticed she got a little closer. She was a pretty woman, about my mother’s age. She had larger breasts than my mother and showed more cleavage. She looked into my blue eyes with her big green eyes. She moved closer until her nipples were touching my chest.
“Do you think I am sexy?” She whispered.
“I noticed you looking at my cleavage. Do you like what you see?” She whispered again. “I don’t mind if you look. If I did not know better, I would say you are related since you look so much alike. I hope I am wrong, but I know how you could keep my mouth shut if I am not.” The dance ended, and she smiled at me as we walked back to the table.
“Did she flirt with you?” Her husband asked, “she is a big flirt.”
“Well, he is mine,” said my mother.
We stayed for one more waltz, and as my mother and I were dancing, she told me to kiss her on the neck.
“Really?” I was surprised. I kissed her on the neck.
She whispered in my ear, “I want you to take me home and make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. I want them to think we are lovers.”
My mom surprised me, but it also excited me. I was hoping this dance would last longer; I was hard again. It felt strange walking back to the table with my pants bulging from my very hard cock. I know the other couple would notice; they did.
“I guess you two lovebirds will leave; I would leave if I were with Harvey,” the wife blurted out.
“Enjoy your night,” the husband said.
“I hope to see you next week and bring Harvey with you,” said the wife.
I could not wait to get my mother home. I could have taken her right there in the car; I was so horny. I gave her a very passionate, wet kiss.
“That was nice, son,” my mother responded. “Your brother should be in bed when we get home. Can you spend the night?” My mother grabbed my leg again, but just slightly higher than before. She let her fingers slide over the head of my bulging cock.
“Yes,” I said.
All the way home, I could imagine our bodies joined together. If I stayed the night, I could fuck her more than once. I knew my mother was horny when she pulled her dress up to her waist. She started pleasuring herself. She would rub her clit, then place a couple of fingers inside of her and, with the juices on her fingers.
“You don’t mind, do you, hon? I am so horny thinking about what you will do to me. I would give you a blow job, son, but we could have an accident if I do.”
“Mom, when we get home, I will fuck your brains out. You are driving me crazy watching you play with yourself.”
We got to the house. The porch light was the only light on; everyone was in bed. We went into my mother’s apartment. I grabbed her by the hand and spun her around, facing me. We looked at each other for a moment. My mother moved her body against mine. I could feel her puffy nipples against my chest. She kissed my neck and gently pulled on my ear. I kissed her neck, cheek, eyes, and nose and landed on her lips. She opened her mouth to my tongue, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth.
I could not get enough of this woman, my lover, my mother. I wanted her so badly but also wanted this night to last.
Grabbing my hand, she led me to her bedroom. She moved away from me and then turned toward me. She dropped her dress to the floor. She looked amazing. I could see that her underwear was already wet. Her nipples were pushing against the material of her bra.
I got undressed, leaving my underwear on, my cock pressing against the fabric. She looked at my hardness and stepped toward me. I put my hands inside her underpants, grabbing her ass and pushing her into me.
Even your mother needs a hard cock occasionally, as she reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock in her hand.
“I am glad it is you, Harvey. Having sex with my sister is not enough. I need some hard cock. Your cock.”
I said a son needs his mother as I pressed my lips to hers, and we kissed again. I reached around to her back and unhooked her bra. I looked down to see her breast fall from the bra. “Mom, you have lovely breasts, and those nipples are ready to be sucked.”
“Well, then suck on them,” she panted.
I lowered my lips to her nipples, holding her breast in my hands. I sucked on her nipples; she had my head in her hands and pushed me against her chest while I sucked each nipple.
I stood up, put my hands around her, and pushed her back onto the bed. I started kissing her legs from the ankles up. My mother was moaning gently. I kissed both legs up to her underwear. I grabbed the band of her underwear, smelling her heat through them as I pulled them off her. She shaved her pubic hair, but not all; she left a small patch above her clit.
“Taste me, son; taste your mother.”
She opened her legs; I lay down with my head between them. I kissed her thighs and hair patch and let my tongue tease her clit. She was moaning even more loudly. I began running my tongue from her love hole to her clit.
I moved up on top of her, putting my arms around her head. She put her arms around mine, and we kissed like it was our last meal. My cock found her pussy; my mother spread her legs further. As we were kissing, I entered her. She was wet, soft, and hot. She gasped as I entered.
“Oh my god, mom, you are so wet, and it is so hot in your pussy.”
“You made me wet,” she said. “I have been thinking about us fucking each other and could not wait for you to get home. My sister and I talked a lot about you, which would get us both horny and playful. I missed you.”
My mom was hot and horny, which drove me crazy.
“Flip me over and stay inside me,” she said.
I do not know how I managed it, but I did not want to pull out of her. She was now on top. What she did next sent me up a wall with heat. She turned with her back to me, leaving my cock inside her. She grabbed my legs and fucked me by raising and lowering her ass.
It was a gorgeous sight. I could see my cock appearing and disappearing inside of her. My cock was getting wetter with each movement. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and helped her raise herself up and down my shaft. Harvey, do you want to cum? I don’t know if I can stop,” she said. “Cum in me; I want you to cum in my pussy. Fuck me until you cum!”
“I am cumming, mom. I am going to cum in you. I am going to cum with you.” She buried my cock in her pussy and sat there as we both shook, and my cock gave up its fluid. It burst inside her, cum dripping out of her pussy, along my shaft, and on my legs.
“Oh, Harvey, you fucked your mother so lovely.” She got up, bent over, and licked my cum off my legs. She then lay next to me, and we kissed. Then we just held each other.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you, son. Can you get hard again? I hope you are planning to see your Aunt Alice. She would like to see you. The baby looks like your uncle, and her breast is still producing milk. We can see her tomorrow if you can.“
“I am looking forward to it,” I replied.
My mother turned away from me, leaving her ass against my cock. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her breast. She began wiggling her ass against my prick. I was getting hard again. I squeezed her nipples. I could hear her beginning to moan gently.
She raised a leg over mine. My cock was in the correct position. My mother was wet, which allowed me to slide right into her.
“That feels so good, son. I need your cock in me again. I want us to make love to each other.” I fucked her for a few minutes in that position. She put a hand back against my leg, stopping me from pushing back in.
“I want to try something new, can I?” said my mother.
“I would love to try anything you want, mother.”
She had me lie on my back. She put one leg over me while facing me and staring into my eyes.
She raised herself, grabbed my cock, aimed it toward her waiting love hole, and sat on it. I watched as it disappeared into her.
“Mom, that feels so good!”
“This is what I want to try.” She let herself fall on the bed, not letting my cock fall out, using her pussy muscles.
My cock was bent back. I raised my elbows to watch.
“What the hell are you doing to me, mom? I did not know my cock could bend that much. Fuck, you are awesome; that feels so great.”
My mother began to fuck me in this new position. I watched as she pushed herself forward, then pulled herself back. I continued watching as my cock disappeared into her. I could see her juices glimmering on my cock with each pullback.
“Harvey, I want you to let me know when you will cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste my son.”
I wanted somehow to make this last, but I was losing interest in holding back with each pump she made.
“Mom, I am getting ready!” I cried.
My mother stopped fucking me, got on her knees, placed my cock head into her mouth, and kept stroking my cock. I began to feel my balls tighten. I loved the feeling of cum rising through my cock. I watched as my mother began to catch my cum in her mouth. One, two, three, four squirts of white liquid exited my cock.
My mother had a pool of sperm in the front of her mouth. She closed her lips and swallowed.
“I like having your cum inside me. I like how it rolls around in my mouth and how creamy my son’s cum is.”
We made out for the longest time.
“We better get some sleep if we are to see your Aunt Alice in the morning. I love you, son.”
“I love you, mom.”
