On the Road with Mom Ch. 01

Not long before my twenty-first birthday, my mother and I decided to take a road trip. This was not unusual with us, we often jumped in the car on weekends and picked a road and just drove, had lunch or dinner somewhere we'd never seen before, and drove back.

But for my birthday, Mom asked where I'd go if we were to go for an overnight drive, maybe even two or three nights. I thought about it for a few minutes and said I'd love to see Chicago.

"That's quite aways away," my mother said skeptically, "I'll bet more than a thousand miles. We wouldn't be able to stay long before we'd have to turn around and come back."

I said that was fine, it was the trip that was the fun part anyway, which had always been true. And so Chicago it was, in two weeks, she'd take off from work and I'd take off from college and we'd hit the road.

The day came and we left early in the morning. We drove all day, first Mom and then me for awhile and then Mom and then she got sleepy so I drove, and as I drove on through the empty countryside the only thing to look at besides the road was the way her breasts bounced gently every time we hit a tiny bump in the road.

Oh --- I may have neglected to mention that I was totally and completely in love with my mother. My father had left when I was eighteen and it was just she and I, but in fact he'd been "gone" for years before that, working or drinking, and when his absence became permanent, when he left her for his secretary, I hardly noticed the change.

Mom did though, she noticed, and it drove her into a profound depression for a long time, but I just determined to be there for her as much as possible because I loved her. I'd have stepped in as a substitute husband if she'd have asked, but she didn't ... at least, not in so many words. There were looks and pauses here and there that made me wonder if she was thinking some of the same thoughts I was always thinking, sometimes we seemed so close, so TOGETHER, that it had to be she had romantic and sexual feelings for me ... but there's obviously no way to broach that ultimate taboo without the risk of setting off a nuclear bomb on your whole relationship, so I never broached it. I just stared at her and dreamed.

And she was a lot to stare at; certainly her chest was. By the time she was in her early twenties, when she met my father, she looked like she might have had two giant cantaloupes stuffed into her shirt.

Now, almost thirty years later, they could have been watermelons. Her grief at losing a husband had translated to overeating, which largely translated to bigger and bigger breasts.

And my mother was beautiful. She was over her "target weight," as idiots say, but to me she was curvy and so unbelievably sexy that I couldn't believe she wasn't proposed to every day. But that's just me. I loved her all out of proportion to reality, I guess, and certainly out of proportion to morality. I'd had girlfriends, even briefly a fiancé, but there was no denying that my mother was my dream woman. There was no denying that all my girlfriends basically looked like her.

Anyway.

She wasn't wearing anything revealing on the road trip---she never did, my mother was very prim about her appearance, rarely showed any of her incredible cleavage in public, which I thought was such a waste I almost wanted to cry---but the incredible round bulge of fabric over her chest was intoxicating anyway, there was simply no hiding those massive jugs of hers and whatever she wore strained mightily to contain them, as though trying to hold back the Jonestown Flood. It was comical, except that I was so full of lust and passion for her that my mouth was dry as a desert whenever I looked at her.

That night we stopped at a motel off the road. We were dead tired and woozy from all the driving but we went across the street anyway for dinner at a decent restaurant. Mom had a glass of wine, which always loosened her up a little bit and let her relax.

I asked for a rum and Coke, hoping the waitress wouldn't card me because I technically wouldn't be twenty-one for another week. I was lucky. We sat and drank our drinks and leaned close to each other because we were so tired.

"You know what I'd really love to do, if I had my way?" she asked at one point, after our meal and her second glass of wine had come.

"What, Mom?"

"I'd really like to take a dip in that pool the hotel has. Wasn't that a nice-looking pool?"

I shrugged. "Why don't you?"

"No, I'm too tired tonight and besides I think it's closed.... and tomorrow we have to get back on the road early if we want to get to your sister's by Thursday. Besides, I didn't bring my swimsuit."

"Do you even OWN a swimsuit, Mom?"

She thought a moment. "Well, no. Actually."

"How come?"

"Well..." she blushed. "There are reasons, let's just say that."

"What reasons? Tell me."

She giggled cutely again, looked at me, and blushed again. "Oh, Teddy, can't you guess?"

"No. What's the big deal?"

That made her laugh, and she clapped a tiny hand over her lovely mouth. "Oh goodness, the wine's hit me too hard I think."

She cleared her throat and looked around, and leaned close to me. "The 'BIG DEAL,' darling, is my boobs. The last time I stuffed these things into a swimsuit I got stared at so much I felt like I was naked. I'm not doing that again unless I'm ALONE, and unless there's an armed guard at the entrance to the building to keep people out."

That was the closest thing to a direct sexual reference my mother had ever made to me, and it immediately gave me a gigantic, painful erection. My mother "stuffing" her huge breasts into a swimsuit.... oh, GOD, what that image did to me! My instant hardon practically knocked the table over!

Now it was my turn to clear my throat. "Uh, well, jesus, Mom, there won't be anybody in the pool this time of night, why not do it now? Buy a suit at the gift shop or something."

"They wouldn't have my size, honey. I'm a big girl. It's okay, I don't really want to anyway, I was just talking."

"Yes you do, I know you, you'd love to take a swim tonight before bed. Look, if the pool is open and empty why can't you just go in a bra and panties? What's the difference? I'll stand guard outside for you."

She looked at me and leaned over to give me a kiss. "You're the sweetest young man in the world, Teddy, do you know that?"

She wouldn't think I was so sweet if she could read my thoughts right now. "So you'll do it?" I asked, trying to keep the desperate hope out of my voice.

"Not a chance in the world, honey," she said, patting my cheek. "But thank you for the offer of being my brave knight in shining armor and standing guard for me. I'll settle for a bath when we get back to the room. Now let's finish our dinner, I'm sleepy and I don't want to pass out in the tub."

So I dropped it and we ate. The waitress brought another glass of wine for my mother and another rum and Coke for me. The restaurant was dead at that time of night, so she stayed near our table, chewing gum and fiddling with the napkins.

"So," she said, "are you two lovebirds on your honeymoon?"

We looked at each other. I think we were both so stunned that we couldn't think of anything to say. I managed an, "Uh...." That was about all.

"You guys just look so cute, all snuggly there next to each other, and I saw you walk over from the hotel across the street, so, you know, I figured this must be a special trip for you or something," the waitress explained.

I started to say no, this is MY MOTHER (and the reason we're all snuggly next to each other is that we're so tired from driving all day that we're practically falling asleep and leaning against each other).... when my mom cleared her throat, took my hand, and said, "No, we're not married, but you're right, this IS a special occasion. You see, he lives in Chicago, and I live in Oregon, and we're kind of meeting halfway. We don't get to see each other very often, so we..... make the most of it." She winked at me and squeezed my hand. I was flabbergasted, stunned speechless.

The waitress laughed and nodded knowingly. "Oh I gotcha. Lots of 'catching up' to do, huh? Hanging up the old DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door for a couple of days, right?"

"You better believe it," my mom said, grinning over at me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

The waitress gave me an obvious once-over. "Well, I don't mind saying, I don't blame you one bit, honey. If I had a guy as sexy-looking as this one in a hotel room with me I'd lock that door and I wouldn't come up for air until the hotel managers kicked us out."

"He IS pretty sexy-looking, isn't he?" my mother said, smiling over at me.

"Oh my yes, honey. Nice and young, that's when they're best. He'll keep you busy."

Mom laughed again. "Oh, he keeps me VERY busy."

"I'll just bet he does. Lucky you." The waitress walked off, grinning at me over her shoulder.

When she was out of earshot I looked over at my mom, who was still laughing. "What the heck was THAT?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Well, I thought, why not go with it? We're out in the middle of nowhere, we'll never see that woman again, so why not? Just pretend to be somebody else, have fun. She got such a kick out of the idea of us being off on a romantic getaway, why ruin her fun? Don't you think?"

I thought a minute, trying to reorganize my brain around the idea that my mother had just implied to the waitress that we were in a romantic relationship and having sex, having LOTS of sex, and rather than being uncomfortable with the idea she was laughing, she thought it was fun ... and finally I nodded.

"Sure. You're right. That was fun."

So we finished our dinner and gave the waitress a big tip and walked out of the restaurant with our arms around each other. The waitress patted my mom on the back and said, "You have a good time now, honey, y'hear? If you two decide to take a break, y'all come on back over and let me know how it's goin'. I been married for twenty years and the only excitement I get is hearing my customers tell me about their adventures. Bye-bye!"

We walked back across the road to the motel. Mom ran a bath and was in there quite awhile, so I sat on the bed and watched TV and tried not to think about the fact that my dream woman was completely naked not ten feet away from me and there was nothing I could do about it.

After awhile I heard the water draining and her dripping, and again thought of those massive tits of hers dripping water on the floor, a drop falling from her nipple.... OH GOD don't think about that shit! I screamed at myself inside my head.

"Oops, uh, Teddy? Are you out there, sweetie?" she called from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah, Mom. Everything okay?"

"Can you go into my suitcase and get my special towel? I forgot to grab it."

"Sure." I dug around her suitcase. "Didn't they give us towels?"

"Of course, but you know.... I just prefer mine. It covers everything. These motel towels are fine for skinny guys like you, but for big girls like me they don't quite do the job."

I found the towel and knocked on the door. It opened a couple of inches and her hand reached out to grab it. A few seconds later she emerged from the steamy bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and her zaftig body wrapped in her special blue towel, which was big enough to be a beach blanket and covered pretty much everything. I hated it.

"There now, see?" she said, sitting down on the bed with me. "That's why. You wouldn't want me prancing around here with just one of those teeny motel towels, believe me. Nobody wants to see that, believe me."

I shrugged. "Didn't you say that guys were staring at you the last time you wore a swimsuit? Sounds to me like lots of guys want to see that."

"Oh, no, I don't think they were.... attracted, honey. I think they were a bit put off."

"Mom, NOBODY would be put off looking at you. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. I'll bet they were staring and wishing they had the guts to ask for your phone number, but they knew they'd never have a shot with a gorgeous, sexy woman like you so they just stared and tried to have something to remember you by for the rest of their miserable, lonely lives while they dreamed of being your man."

Her eyes were wide as saucers listening to this, and her smile as big as her breasts, and she clapped and laughed when I finished. "Oh honey that's wonderful! That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me! Did you read that somewhere?"

"No, I just made it up. I mean it."

She cocked her head to the side, looking at me, still smiling. "You DO mean it, don't you, sweetie?"

"Of course I mean it, Mom. You're gorgeous. Those guys who saw you in that swimsuit don't know how lucky they were.... I mean, I never got to see you in a swimsuit. Do you really mean it that you're never gonna go swimming in public again?"

"You think I should? That's kind of a tall order, buddy-boy. Good grief! I'm a fifty year-old fat woman! I'm not running around a motel pool without any clothes on!"

"MOM," I said loudly, "don't call yourself fat! You're CURVY, you look like a WOMAN, not a fucking BOY like all the women today look! Come on!"

"Watch the language, please, young man."

"Sorry," I said.

"But thank you again, sweetheart. That is ALSO the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me."

"Well I mean it. You're a truly beautiful woman with a fantastic body, and I think you should show it off."

She shook her head, smiling. "Oh, Teddy, if only I'd ever met a man who was as wonderful as you are, as thoughtful as you. The nicest compliments any man ever paid me, the only man who can say things to make me feel happy about myself and my body.... and it was my own SON who said it."

I shrugged. "So what? I'm a man, just like any other man, aren't I? I know a beautiful woman when I see one. My compliments don't mean anything just because I'm your son?"

"Oh no, baby, it means something. It means everything to me, because you're my best friend. Come here."

She held open her arms and I went over and she hugged me, pulling me tight against her enormous breasts. It was like heaven. It WAS heaven. "I love you Teddy, you mean so much to me. Hearing from you that you think I'm beautiful means more to me than hearing it from anybody else."

"Except if you heard it from a guy who wasn't your son, you could DO something about it, right?"

She laughed. "Well, it would be kind of awkward otherwise, introducing you as my son and my boyfriend. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, if we told people. We wouldn't have to tell anybody."

Instantly I knew I'd said too much. She was still hugging me, but the embrace became awkward and silent and pretty soon she let go of me and we stood where we were, looking at each other. Finally she smiled her beautiful smile. "You're such a wonderful young man, Teddy. You deserve a wonderful girl to be with."

I nodded. "Thanks, but.... the fact is, I've never been interested in GIRLS. I've always been more interested in women."

"I've noticed that, actually," she said. "You don't ever seem to go for the girls your own age. Tell me something. That waitress tonight, were you attracted to her? Or is she too old? She's probably about my age."

"Not too old, no, but I wasn't attracted to her."

"Why not, honey? I thought she was pretty."

I shrugged. "Yeah, pretty, I guess, but.... not ATTRACTIVE. Not to me."

"Why not?"

"Well, she was too skinny, for one thing. Skinny women all look alike. They're boring."

"They do tend to all blend together, don't they?" she asked, smiling. "What else?"

"Well, she.... she was blonde. I've never been into blondes. Plus she was kind of tall, and I guess I'm more attracted to shorter women."

My mother was nodding. She sat on the bed, tucking her towel tighter so it wouldn't fall off. "Uh huh. What else, sweetie?"

"You really want to hear this stuff?" I asked.

"Of course. Go on, what else?"

"Well, she, uh.... I guess she was kind of, I mean, her personality, she was kind of gruff I guess you'd say? Kind of blunt. Probably she talks to a lot of truckers, I guess, but.... I like somebody who's more ladylike. Not quite as.... loud, I guess."

"I see."

For a second I wondered if I should just shut up about what I find attractive, but I thought it would be okay, it was the TRUTH after all, right? So I cleared my throat and said, "And plus, you know, she's not curvy, like I was saying. Kind of thin hips, skinny legs...."

She nodded. "I noticed she didn't have much of a backside. You like girls with a big round backside, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. That's true."

Now she smiled a little mischievously. "And, well, let's be honest... you really couldn't say she had much in boob department, could you? Kind of flat-chested. And judging from the girls you've gone on dates with, you're more attracted to big-breasted women, aren't you? You're a boob man. Admit it."

I swallowed. That is, I TRIED to swallow. My mouth was too dry. "Uh, yeah. I am. That's true. They're a subject of utter fascination to me."

My mom laughed. "Did you say UDDER fascination? Was that a slip of the tongue?"

She laughed even harder at my furious blushing, then she was quiet and seemed to consider all this for a minute. "Hm. So let's see what we've got here. She was too loud, too skinny, she was blonde, she was too tall, her hips and her derriere were too small, her legs were too long and too skinny, and her chest wasn't very big. So putting all that together, you like women who are..... a little more introverted, pleasantly plump, darker-haired, not too tall, with big hips and a large round backside, short legs, and, of course, very busty. Does that sound about right?"

I tried to swallow again. "Well, I guess so. Yeah."

"And you like them older. You said the waitress wasn't too old, and I'd guess she was about.... fifty, would you say? About my age?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"I see." She pondered this a minute. "Now, Teddy, WHO do we know who looks like that woman we're talking about? Hmm...."

Now I started to be afraid I'd gone too far. "Mom...."

She brightened. "Oh! MOM! You mean..... me? Is that who we're talking about? Me?"

"Mom, please don't be offended or-----"

My mother stood up and gave me a huge, tight hug. "Oh baby, come on, you think I'm offended by that? Teddy, I think it's so sweet of you to try and make me feel beautiful and attractive. No man has tried to do that for me, for years. I was just teasing you. I appreciate your saying all that, more than I could ever tell you, EVER. It makes me feel good to hear you say that, even if you don't mean it. It even makes me feel.... don't think I'm weird, but it makes me feel like I am a little bit sexy, even. You know?"

I looked at her. "You mean, you think I'm making it up?"

She looked up at me with a big smile on her face, and the smile faltered a second when she saw the serious look on my face.

"I mean every word of it, Mom. You ARE the most beautiful woman I've ever known. And you are totally sexy. I'm not kidding, and I'm not saying it just to make you feel better. I think every man you meet should make you feel that way, because that's what you are. Beautiful, desirable, sexy, amazing. You should be beating men off with a bazooka, the way I see it."

She looked coyly up at me, and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek, pressing herself hard against me, especially her breasts.

"Oh, baby.... you know what? You make me feel just like that, and it makes me weak in the knees. It really does. And I don't think I'd need a bazooka to beat the men away. I think you'd be there to keep them away, wouldn't you?"

I shrugged. "I'd do anything for you, Mom."

"Would you?" she asked in a whisper, looking closely at me. I nodded. It was in moments like this that I had this powerful, overwhelming feeling that she had those same feelings for me. But what could I do? What could I say?

She gave me another kiss on the cheek, then we looked each other right in the eyes for a long, silent moment and my mother put her palm lightly against my cheek and leaned up and kissed me briefly on the lips. It was just a tad more than a motherly peck, longer, deeper. A kiss. A real kiss between a man and a woman.

When the kiss broke we both sat back, looking wordlessly at each other for a time. I think neither of us was sure what to say. But I was feeling very fine, in fact wonderful, because I'd finally admitted to my mother that I thought she was the most beautiful, desirable woman on earth, and she hadn't been offended or embarrassed at all, in fact she clearly enjoyed the fact that I thought she was sexy and beautiful.

Maybe it even turned her on a little bit, if that brief kiss meant anything.

Finally she cleared her throat and said, "Teddy, would you mind putting my lotion on my back for me? A little backrub? I'd appreciate it."

She had asked me to do this many times when I was younger, though not for a couple of years now, so it was a bit of a surprise. I said sure and she went into her suitcase and picked out the bottle of special skin lotion she'd been ordering from somewhere in Louisiana for over a decade. Just the smell of it, which drifted off her skin most of the time, made my heart beat faster. It was the smell of HER. My mother.

She handed me the bottle and sat close to me on the bed, turning her back to me and loosening the towel so that it scooped down her back, exposing her lovely freckled pale white skin.

I squirted some lotion onto my palm and rubbed my hands together to warm up the lotion, then started gently, slowly, spreading it across her shoulders and upper back.

She breathed deep and whispered, "Mmmmmm..... that feels wonderful baby .... You have such big, powerful hands, but they're so tender, too. Real manly hands. Perfect hands."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, swallowing. I squirted a bit more and rubbed her shoulders and arms. And, feeling superb and daring and still tipsy from the wine we'd drunk, I took a deep breath and said, "Um, Mom... there's something ... something I've always wanted to ask you."

"Oh? What's that, honey?"

I cleared my throat. "Well, I've always wondered .... Um .... If, uh...." This was harder to spit out than I thought it would be. Maybe, I thought, I should just shut up while I'm ahead.

"What, sweetheart? You can ask me anything. What have you always wondered."

When I paused even longer, she reached around and took my hand for a moment.

"It's okay. Ask me whatever you want, I promise it's okay."

"Okay. Okay, well ... I've always wondered if ... uh, if you like having... big breasts."

She was silent for a minute, not moving. Damn! I was positive I'd gone too far mentioning her breasts so brazenly like that, it just wasn't how you talked to my mother. She was shy. I blew it. God damn!

I started to apologize, to say anything to distract her from the question, but she shook her head and said, "Hmm. That's an interesting question. Do I LIKE having them?" She glanced down at herself and half-smiled. "Well, yes. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. When I have to buy a new blouse or a bra, I don't. Actually the bra problem is solved because I found a store in Los Angeles that stocks brassieres for larger-busted women so I just order from them. But blouses, there aren't many stores that have shirts for women like me."

She looked over her shoulder at me. "Is that too much information?"

"No, Mom, that's totally interesting. That's what I'm asking. So you don't like having them when you have to buy clothes."

She nodded. "Right. Usually. Sometimes I find something I think I look cute in, and then it's fun. But those are pretty rare times, it's hard to find clothes that don't make me look, you know, uneven. Top-heavy. Because I AM top-heavy," she giggled.

I kept rubbing the lotion into her back, helpless to look away from the massive amounts of breast flesh that showed even when she was lying on her belly. They were just too big to hide. That's what she was talking about. "Are they actually heavy?" I asked.

"Oh my YES. Especially when I have to stand up for long periods of time; they weigh a TON and it's murder on my back, even with a good bra. I mean, imagine --- you know the backpack you take to school every day, filled with your college books? Imagine wearing that in front of you, and carrying it around ALL THE TIME. You can't take it off. That part isn't fun."

"Don't ... I mean, don't the bras help?"

"Oh, they help. Absolutely. But it's still just you carrying all that weight, no matter how the bra distributes it on your shoulders, you're still the one who's gotta lug those things around, nobody else."

She sighed. "Mmmmm, that feels wonderful, honey. You have magic fingers, you know that?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry they're so heavy," I mused. "Too bad you don't, you know, have someone to help you carry them around."

She laughed, and looked over her shoulder up at me. "Oh, are you applying for the job?" My hand was rubbing lotion onto her shoulder and she gently took hold of it and squeezed it. "Hmmm, well your hands seem like they're big enough to handle the load ... and you're pretty muscular so I'm sure you could lift the weight ... what kinds of fringe benefits would you be asking for? I guess maybe the job itself IS the fringe benefit, right?"

When she saw how quickly and deeply I blushed she laughed again, and slapped my knee. "I'm just teasing you, honey. I'm sorry."

Again, as always, the image of me holding my mother's breasts sent shivers and sparks of desire exploding through me, and my cock pushed at the confines of my jeans. I cleared my throat and tried to think of something to say. Anything.

"So that's.... uh, that's when you, uh, uh... that's when you don't like having them, huh?"

"Right. Buying clothes and because they're heavy ... oh, and when I have to bend over to pick up something, of course, because I know that men are always looking to see how much they can see down my shirt when I lean over."

I blushed again. I had done that many, many times. "Well, I'm sorry, Mom," I said without thinking. "I gotta be honest. I guess I've done it, too."

She laughed. "Oh yes, I've noticed that."

"You have?" I gasped.

"Of course. You're a young man, it's natural. All men do it, and you get so you don't even care after awhile, but ..." She shrugged. "Actually, if we're really going to be honest tonight, that's the time when I like having big breasts."

"When... you mean you like it when men look down your shirt?"

"No, honey, I mean I like it when YOU look down my shirt. Just you. I like it, very much, and then I'm happy I have big breasts because when you look at them it makes me feel sexy."

She cleared her throat and glanced over her shoulder at me with an impish little half-smile as if to say, Okay buster, there's your answer. NOW what're you gonna do?

I cleared my throat again. "Um ... that's good." She laughed. "Okay, so, uh.... is that the only time you like having them? Big, uh, breasts?"

She took another deep breath and thought a minute. "Uh, well, no, not exactly. I guess to tell the truth sometimes I like it when I look at myself in the mirror. I mean, if I avoid looking at my belly and my hips and my thighs ..."

I stopped rubbing the lotion, about to scold her for criticizing herself, and she held up her hand. "Okay, okay, I know, I remember what you said. I'm sorry. But anyway, when I look at them in the mirror sometimes I think, you know what? They're not too bad. They've held up well over the years. I mean, most women with breasts this big, by fifty they're sagging down to your KNEES, you know what I mean? It's just gravity over time, not really anything you can do about it. And they do sag, a little, but.... not TOO BAD, I have to admit. They're not too bad. For fifty years old."

"For ANY AGE, I'd say."

She gave me that smile again, and I kept rubbing the lotion, down her back, feeling the soft skin around her ribcage and the beginning of the swell of her hips near the bottom of the towel's scoop.

"Well, thank you, sweetheart, that's very sweet. But I'll tell you something, you should've seen them when I was your age. Oh boy. I was really proud of them then, I'll admit it. They looked pretty darn good."

"I wish I could've seen them, too," I blurted out, and she laughed. "Sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"No, it's okay, honey, it sounded fine. Really. They were pretty great back then."

"They're still great," I said. And we were quiet a moment. Then I blurted out, "Did you ever ... I mean ... did you ever think about having an operation to make them smaller, if they weigh so much?"

She took a deep breath. "Well, no. Not really. Why, do you think I should have a reduction?"

I gasped as if punched. "NO! I mean, I mean NO! Not at all. I love--I mean, I like them, I mean I think they're totally perfect the way they are. All of you is perfect, I mean. I was just wondering if you ...."

I shrugged. I was beginning to think I should shut up now. But it was such an amazing night, we were talking of things I'd always thought about but never dared to ask, that I didn't want to stop. "... I just, I don't know. I'm glad you never thought of it. I'd never want you to do that. Never ever."

I squirted more lotion into my palm, but forgot to rub my hands together, so when I touched her with the lotion she jumped just a bit, and the towel loosened just a little bit more, so that the scoop in the back lowered all the way to the bed, and I could just see the beginning of the crack of her ass. I was looking at part of, my hands were working mere inches from, my mother's beautiful big white ass.

Her voice broke the silence. "So you think my boobs are .... totally perfect, is that what you said?"

"Well, I mean .... yeah, I think so, but of course, I've never actually SEEN them, so maybe I shouldn't say that. But I think--"

"You've seen them. We used to take baths together when you were little."

I cleared my throat at that thought. "Well... I mean, yeah, but I don't remember."

She nodded. "Ohh, I see. So you're saying that you'd need to see them now to make an educated decision about how 'totally perfect' they are, because you can't remember what they look like. Is that right?"

"Uh ... I guess..."

She thought about this. "Hm, so if you happened to see them, like by accident when I was stepping out of the shower or something, then you could tell me if they're really, actually 'totally perfect' and we'd know if I needed to get a reduction or not. Right?"

I swallowed hard. "Well... uh... maybe. Maybe. I don't know. I don't think you---"

"Well, you never know, do you? I mean, accidents do happen. Especially in these hotel rooms where it's close quarters, and sometimes the bathroom doors don't lock and you could accidentally walk in without thinking ... you just never know. I mean I could forget myself and accidentally get up right now without putting the towel on, and you'd just see ... everything. We have to make sure that doesn't happen. We have to be extra careful, don't we? I wonder what would happen if that happened?"

Saying this, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked over her shoulder at me, exposing quite a bit of breast flesh as she did.

If she'd been anyone but my shy little mother I'd have known this was a deliberate come-on and it was time for me to make my move.

But she WAS my shy little mother, and ... was she ... did she mean... but no, she couldn't mean it like that, she couldn't, not HER ......

It was too much for me, this moment of The Dream becoming reality if I had the nerve, and I lost the nerve. I looked away, and then she looked away, and after a few moments she said, "Well, anyway," and sat up, tucking the towel around herself again.

We both took deep breaths then, and looked once more at each other, and I couldn't help feeling that if I reached over and tugged at the towel, undid it and pulled it loose, she'd let it fall and let me see her, completely naked. It was a hugely powerful feeling, actually a certainty, a temptation that bordered on a craving to do it, a physical need to do it, because I felt positive in that moment that she wouldn't stop me. She'd let the towel fall, she'd let me gaze at her, and then .... then ....

And then she stood up and said again, "Well, anyway... I guess I'd better go get dressed, honey. Thank you for the wonderful backrub, it felt great." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then I stood up. "See you in a minute."

After that, she withdrew to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. I turned off the TV and finished getting my bedding ready on the floor, since there was only one bed in the room. That had been by far the most erotic conversation I'd ever had, with anybody.... and my cock was humming in my pants with eagerness.

I think it was too shocked by all of this to really get totally hard. I knew it would catch up and turn hard as stone in a little while, though, as soon as I ran over in my head all the things she had just said to me.

I slipped under the blanket I'd laid out for myself just as she emerged from the bathroom, breasts swaying mesmerizingly because she'd taken off her bra, dressed in her traditional huge white teeshirt and ankle socks, with her hair let loose from her usual ponytail. Her teeshirts always had some famous country singer on them; this one had Garth Brooks. She and Garth stood at the edge of the bed for a second looking down at me, Garth's head cruelly misshapen by the swell of her colossal breasts.... then they slipped into the bed. She reached up and turned off the bedside lamp. The room was quiet for a few moments.

Then my mother said quietly, in the dark, "Teddy?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I .... well, I just think it's silly for you to sleep on the floor with this queen-size bed here. Why don't you get in? There's plenty of room. I mean, good grief."

"Are.... are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I don't know what we were thinking, having you sleep on the floor. How uncomfortable, anyway. Come on."

She patted the bed next to her.

I quickly got up off the floor and slipped under the sheet and blanket in bed with her, facing her in the darkness. It was a big enough bed that we weren't touching, which I found slightly disappointing, although I knew it was the best thing.

"My beautiful young man," she whispered, and I felt her brush her fingers against my cheek. "I love you so much, Teddy."

"I love you too, Mom. More than anything."

Her fingers were still on my cheek, playing with my ear and my hair. "You know, since we're being so honest tonight, I have a little confession to make. Remember during dinner, how that waitress said she'd love to be locked up in a hotel room with you all night? How you'd keep her busy?"

I blushed again, though thankfully she couldn't see it. "Yeah, I remember."

"I have to admit I got a tingling feeling when she said that, and I looked over at you and I thought, 'You know what? Teddy IS a very good-looking young man, very handsome, very athletic, and I'd bet he WOULD keep a woman pretty busy all night.' And, truth be told.... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm a little drunk and it's just you and me, so what the heck ..... I actually felt a little jealous of that lucky woman you'd keep busy all night. I kind of wished I could be her."

"You did, Mom?"

"Yes I did. I would die to make love all night like that. I miss it, very much. I haven't been 'kept busy' for a long, long time."

She was quiet for a second, and then found my hand and held it. She whispered, "I wish there was a man around who could keep me busy all night long. A man just like you, honey. Handsome and big and strong and sweet and loving and considerate and... and young, able to keep going all night.... with beautiful big hands just like you have...."

She gave my hand a squeeze, and I squeezed back. "Hands to roam all over me, to find me again. I know there's still a sexy woman in here underneath all this overweight middle-aged mother, a good lover, a wild lover when she's with a man who knows how to make love to her all night long... God, a lonely woman who misses the touch of a man... I've missed it so much..."

I couldn't think of anything to say to that, but my cock started to respond, growing quickly uncomfortable in my underpants.

"But let's face it," she went on in her quiet voice, "what good-looking young man would be interested in keeping a fat old broad like me busy all night? Even with 'totally perfect' breasts like you said, there's still the rest of me, not so totally perfect ... I mean, what man could ever see me... almost naked, just a towel wrapped around me ..... what man would see that and want to take the towel off... and touch me... and....." Then it was my mother's turn to get shy. "Well, you know," she finally whispered.

"Mom, any guy would be be crazy not to want to take the towel off."

"He would? Do you mean that?"

"I MEAN IT, Mom. I really mean it. I ... I mean, maybe he'd just be, you know, scared to pull the towel down. Maybe he wanted to, but he just ... maybe he was afraid."

"Afraid of what, Teddy? Why would he be afraid?"

"Well, just ... you know, afraid that you wouldn't want him to. That you'd... get mad and stop him or something. Afraid of everything. I guess."

"Oh." I heard her swallow in the darkness. "Well, that's too bad. I think, honestly, if he really wanted to take the towel off, he should do it. He shouldn't let himself be afraid. He should just DO IT and see what happens. If ... I mean if he really, really wanted to take it off."

"Well, like I said, he'd be crazy NOT to want to take it off, Mom. Any guy who, you know, who had the chance to... to LOOK at you, and to... you know...."

"To touch me?"

"Yeah. Exactly. He'd be CRAZY not to want to do it. There's no way he could ever be with a sexier, more good-looking, incredible, wonderful, beautiful woman. I mean, if it was me... like, if it was ever possible to really.... I mean, if I could I'd take the towel off and I'd never stop kissing you, or touching you. I'd never stop making love to you."

"Oh my god," she breathed, and moved closer in the bed to give me a kiss on the lips again. Even longer this time, deeper. Again, I felt the soft firmness of her breasts push against me. "You're the sweetest (kiss) man I've ever (kiss) known, do you know that? (Kiss) One of these days, baby, (kiss) you'll find the right girl and you can use all that (kiss) sweetness on her, and all your other (kiss) manly charms, (deep, long kiss) you'll take her to bed and she'll be the (kiss) luckiest (kiss) girl in the world, honey (kiss). I'd give anything to be that girl."

I swallowed. My cock was hard as a rock now, shoving mightily against my underpants.

I cleared my throat and said, "She wouldn't be a girl, Mom. I told you, I'm not interested in girls. She'd be a woman. And she'd be exactly like you. You already know you're my dream woman."

"You're so sweet, so sweet," she whispered, stroking my cheek. "Well, goodnight, my dear sweet handsome man," my mother said, and leaned over to kiss me again; and again definitely not a normal motherly kiss. Emboldened, I kissed her back, even longer.

For just the briefest of moments I felt her tongue, then I felt her teeth nibble on my lower lip, and then suddenly it was like a dam burst and we were kissing, kissing for real, caressing each other's hair, face and shoulders ..... I could hear our lips wetly smacking together and I heard the low, quiet feline murmuring and felt her warm breath mixed with my breath, and it all felt and sounded exactly like when I had made out with girls in the past, and I wondered----was I making out with my mother right now???

But before I had the chance to really think about it, there was a final kiss, and again I felt my mother's tongue slip into my mouth, and then she pulled back, breathing hard, and she cleared her throat and whispered, mostly to herself, "All right." And it was finished.

I still tasted her lipstick on my own lips. She whispered, "We should get some sleep. Long drive tomorrow. Okay. Goodnight sweetheart," and then she settled back into bed, then I heard her turn over so her back was to me, and we were quiet.

It was too dark to know if she was awake or not, but I was certainly wide awake and staring at her, or where her darkened form was in the bed, and my cock got harder and harder and harder, humming and pulsating, and I couldn't help wondering, what did all that mean? Was that an invitation...?

No, of course not! This was my mother!

But, still.... what did it mean? Should I reach over there and..... NO. Definitely not. Even if she was actually considering.... IT.... what I was considering, more than considering, DYING FOR, PRAYING FOR.... even if she was, me making a move on her would kill the whole thing immediately. My mother wasn't forward like that, with anything.

And she didn't like having her mind made up for her. She liked to take her time and decide for herself. And besides, come ON. There was a totally rational, innocent explanation for all that. Even for showing me (most of) her breasts. She was just saying she was kind of... well, horny, I guess.... and she wished she had a man to "keep her busy" all night. She didn't mean she wished that I was that man. No way, not really, not in a million years.

Just that she wanted him to be exactly like me....

"Teddy?" she whispered in the darkness, then cleared her throat. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm awake." My dick sure as hell was. It was so hard it burned. I wanted to reach down and adjust it, but I knew if I touched it I wouldn't let go of it, I was so fucking hot.

"Would you mind.... I guess I'm just feeling kind of lonely right now. Would you mind scooting over here and putting your arms around me? Just snuggling with me a bit? Would you mind, honey?"

"Uh..." I certainly didn't mind, but my cock was hard as a rock and there was no way she wouldn't notice it. "Uh, sure, Mom," I said, and scooted my torso closer to her, against her back, and put my arm around her waist, just below her breasts, snaking and tucking around her belly. It was awkward, pushing my hips back away from her, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. She hugged my arm to her and it pressed against her breasts.

"Can you sneak your other arm under me, sweetie?" she said quietly. "I want to feel both your big strong arms wrapped around me."

"Okay, yeah," I said, and pushed my other arm beneath her and wrapped it around her waist too, awkwardly hugging her against my chest but still keeping my butt half pushed away at a weird angle. It was totally uncomfortable.

She snuggled herself into my arms and pulled them tighter around her, and her enormous breasts just kind of covered my arms, swallowed them whole, acres of soft warm cotton teeshirt all around me. GOD. My cock burned like a diamond!

We were silent a couple of seconds, then she whispered again, "Teddy, honey?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Um, I'm.... do you think you can snuggle up all the way against me? Against my legs and everything? The spooning, they call it? Would that be all right? It feels so nice."

I licked my lips. What should I do?? "Uh, well.... to tell you the.... uh..... well..."

"Is anything wrong, Teddy?"

"No, nothing's wrong, I just...."

"Just snuggle up against me, baby, please. I'd really love it if you would. Okay?"

".... okay, Mom," I said, and damned the torpedoes. I moved my hips forward, trying to position my cock downward so I could trap it between my legs so that it wouldn't push against her ass. I could have done this, probably, if I'd had the use of my hands, but I didn't, she had an iron-tight grip on my arms around her and wouldn't let go. So I did my best.

My hard cock poked right against her big soft wide asscheek, then I moved my hips and it poked hard against her other asscheek, then I shifted again and it pushed downhill right in between them, poking downward and nestling there, the shaft buried against her ass and the head trying to burrow between her warm thighs, snug like a baby.

I was paralyzed by fear. There was no way she didn't know what was pressing up against her.

Silence for a few moments, then another whisper. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"

".... Yeah......"

"Don't be embarrassed, okay?"

I cleared my throat. "Okay," I whispered.

"Really, baby. It's all right. It's normal for a young man, especially after all the things we've been talking about tonight. I'm not upset at all. Besides, a man's you-know-what doesn't lie, so now I know for sure you were telling the truth when you said I'm sexy." She giggled.

"Okay, Mom. Sorry."

"Does it feel good to you to hold me like this?"

It felt fucking incredible. "Yeah. It feels really good."

"Do you want to move away? Does this bother you?"

"Uh, no, Mom. Does it, uh, bother you?"

She giggled throatily, and I felt her tits shake gently against my arms. "No, baby, it certainly does NOT bother me. Not one little bit. I love snuggling with you."

"Me too, Mom."

"And don't feel bad about your you-know-what getting hard, please, all right? I don't want you to feel bad, it's perfectly all right. In fact, I.... I have to admit.... I like it."

"You DO?" I gasped.

"Yes, honey, I like the way it feels. It makes me feel like a woman again, having a man's great big hard thing rubbing up against me. It's been a very long time, and it makes me feel very sexy, and that's a nice way to feel. It's comfy and sensual to feel a lovely, very hard, very large thing, pushed up against you like this. A man and a woman, in bed, together, touching each other. It feels good. So don't feel bad about it.... at all, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. Sure." Did my mother just say my dick was big? Very big? And very hard?

"Good, baby," she whispered, and pushed her ass back against me, pushing my hard cock down further against her so that it was pushed hard against her ass and the sensitive rubber head was pushing hard, hard against my boxers and nestled against her heavy soft warm thighs.

It was heaven on earth. I went with it and settled against her. My mother's soft, warm flesh yielded to me and welcomed me, and I could hear her make a tiny little growling-purring sound deep in her throat, a sound which seemed to indicate she was very comfortable right now.

So we lay quietly like that for awhile, and we breathed in the darkness, and I heard her make that purring sound and it was SO sexy, as if anything could BE any sexier than what we were doing right now anyway.

I felt her fingers lightly, gently stroke my arms, familiar and close like a lover would, I instinctively knew, like we were so comfortable here in bed together, even familiar together, that she knew without asking that she could touch me... that anything was all right because we belonged together in this bed, our instincts could make no mistakes... and surrendering to my own instincts, feeling emboldened from what she had said about pulling the towel off and from the kissing we'd done earlier.....

I moved my head forward and very lightly kissed the back of her neck. I felt sure that would be acceptable to her, and I was right. She made that purring sound again, a little louder this time, and she whispered, "More, baby," so I nuzzled my face against her neck and kissed her shoulder, and the purring got a little louder and she nestled her rump more against me, forcing my cock deeper between her thighs, and the absolute sexiness of this moment made me even harder still and suddenly the mushroom head of my cock strained hard enough at the slit opening of my boxers and popped out and drove naked between her soft warm naked thighs, my flesh touching her flesh.

"OH!" she gasped quietly and shivered against me, clutching at my arms.

I whispered, "Sorry, Mom. Do you want me to move back?"

"NO!" she cried, then whispered, "No, please, stay right where you are, it's fine. Don't take it away. Please. It's.... it's perfect." She was quiet.

I really didn't want to press too hard now, knowing how delicate a moment this was, but I'd never been this horny in my life and I couldn't completely control myself. I shifted my hips gently forward, pushing my dick even further out of the hole in my boxers and slowly, gently digging my rubbery cock-head between her smooth thighs.

And I kissed the back of her neck again, and her shoulder, and then I reached out and sucked on one of her earlobes. I had once been told that drives women crazy.

Apparently, it was true. She gasped again, and that purring sound got even louder, and then I felt her hips shift just a bit and her thighs parted, allowing my hard, pressing cock further between them.... and instantly I knew two things: my mother was perfectly aware that I was deliberately pushing my naked cock between her legs... and also I knew that she wanted it there, because she was wet.

Very wet in fact, and warm, and her heavy thighs closed around my big hard cock, the damp, plump skin pressing in around my super-sensitive dick and holding me there as her juices sluiced through her panties and down her thighs, lubricating my cock. I could smell it, smell her musky, heavy scent, softly rising from beneath the covers. It was the greatest thing I'd ever experienced up to that moment.

I pushed even harder against her and kept licking and nibbling at her ear and kissing the back of her neck, and she responded by gasping and purring and growling as if she was going to start up like a car engine. And she began shivering and squirming in my arms, unable to hold herself still.

"Ooooohhhhhhh," she gasped, arching her back a bit so she could push her ass harder against me and capture even more of my cock between her thighs. "Oh, mmmmmmmmm, oh baby.... oh!"

And more purring and growling and squirming, and then she whispered, "Teddy... take them off."

"Take what off?" I whispered back.

"Your underpants, take them off, take them off," she gasped, and opened her thighs just enough to release my cock so I could pull my hips back just a bit so I could squirm my way out of my boxers and toss them off the bed and settle back up against her, boldly pushing my free naked cock hard between her thighs, which parted even wider this time to let me further in, and this time I felt the fabric of her panties, which were wet, and all the flesh of her plump thighs, which was sopping wet.

I drove the head of my cock into that wetness and slipperiness, making my cock slick with her juices. I knew that women naturally secreted these juices when they were wanting to have sex, to give the man easier access to her---to let him easily shove his dick deeper inside her, to screw her better, in other words---so it seemed obvious that my mother was definitely turned on, and wanted this to keep going.

Maybe.... all the way? Could this be leading to me and my mother actually... I couldn't even put it into words.

But... Could it be? I pushed my cock deep between her warm wet legs, pivoting my hips up so that my cock would rub as close and as hard against her as I could possibly get it. I wanted no misunderstandings here; I wanted her to know for sure that I wanted this as much as she seemed to want it, judging by the amount of pussy juice she was secreting and the way she was squirming in my arms.

I wanted her to know that I loved rubbing my hard cock against her wet thighs and the soft wet fabric of her panties, and I wanted more of it, and I wanted to go farther, much farther, as far as she would let it go.

I wanted her to have no doubts about my hopes and wishes and desires, because I definitely felt that I had no doubts about hers.

"OhhhhhhnonoNO," my mother panted again, and suddenly released my arms and pushed away from me just a bit and I thought OH MY GOD no, I've pushed too far, I've ruined the whole thing, oh god no, no, please..... but she was reaching down under the covers and I could feel her pulling her panties off and tossing them onto the floor unwanted, just like my boxers.

She started to scoot back against me but I found my voice now and a bit of confidence and I whispered, "Take the shirt off too, Mom," and without a word she sat up and pulled the white shirt right off, letting it fall to the floor.

Now she was totally naked except for the ankle socks, which I was willing to abide. She settled back against me snuggling, opening her thighs wide to accept my rock-hard cock between them and clamping them shut around it in her thick, warm wetness, not even pretending anything but that she wanted my big hard cock between her naked thighs, and right NOW.

And she pulled my arms around her again, and I felt the warm giving flesh of her soft huge breasts now settle against my arms ... and then, gently, I felt her take hold of my hands and move them up, placing my palms squarely against her breasts, pushed out in front of her on the bed like the mast of a great ship, and she held my hands there as if to make sure I knew she WANTED my hands there.

Holding onto my hands she slowly moved my palms around the soft, broad expanse of warm, giving flesh. I stroked the skin tenderly with my fingers, barely touching them at first just to see what her reaction would be, and when she moaned with clear pleasure at my touch I let my fingers caress her lovely soft skin more.

And slowly, agonizingly slowly, I found one of her nipples and brushed it lightly with the tips of my fingers, like it was a mistake in case she objected. She didn't object. I brushed it again with my fingers, and again, and then rubbed it around with the tips of my fingers. No mistaking what I was doing now, no mistaking that I was doing it on purpose. No mistaking that she was letting me do it. But the nipple wasn't hard, which I'd been expecting it to be.

"Mmmmmmm yes, that's wonderful baby, but do it like this," my mother groaned, and she took my fingers, guided them around the nipple, and then squeezed, making me pinch her nipple. Hard. She guided me to squeeze the nipple again, and she made my fingers pull at it, tug at it, using my fingers, slowly teaching me.

"Do it this way, honey. Women with big breasts need harder stimulation there. Pinching, twisting, pulling.... biting." Soon I got what she was getting at and began doing it, pinching her nipple hard and rubbing her nipple hard and tweaking her nipple hard. She liked it rough there.

The throaty purr and growl had grown quite loud now, mingled with her groans and gasps and sighs, and I began to wonder if my quiet, ladylike mother was actually a loud tiger-woman in bed. I was beginning to find out.

Just then, as I pushed my cock forward between her thighs again, hard, and as I rubbed and tweaked her nipple hard, I heard her gasp and cry out quietly "OH! Oh oh god mmmmm oh oh oh oh OH god yes OH!"

She squeezed her plump thighs tightly around my cock and I felt another flood of her pussy juices as she shuddered and gasped in my arms, pushing her ass against me and rubbing her thighs around my cock, clinging to me, and I realized that she'd just had an orgasm. I had made my own mother cum.

The force of that knowledge drove me on and I started to move my hips ever so slowly against her, rubbing my cock between her plump wet thighs, back and forth, mimicking the moves I made during actual sex, just a bit at first to see how she'd react, and how she reacted was to gasp loudly: "OH! OH! Yes please baby! Please!"

and began to push her naked ass against me with each stroke so that we were both rubbing against each other, and meanwhile I was still pinching and rubbing and tugging at her nipples, and soon I was squeezing her enormous breasts and pinching her hard nipples for all I was worth, and scissoring my cock hard between her slippery thick thighs, and her breathing became ragged as mine and we gasped and grunted as I sawed back and forth between her legs, pumping my hips now just like I did when I was actually having sex, no longer even trying to pretend we were doing anything but pretend-fucking each other, so turned on by each other that we didn't even speak, and I wasn't kissing her anymore either, we just gasped and grunted with each thrust of our hips.

There literally was no difference between the sounds and the movements we both made and the sounds and movements that took place during real sex; the only difference was that my cock wasn't inside her.

And then she whispered, "Put it in."

"What?" I asked, incredulous. This was more than I'd ever dreamed of. Actually it was exactly what I'd dreamed of.

"Put it in, oh god put it in, put it in, I need it, I've got to have it inside me PLEASE PUT IT IN NOW," and if I still didn't understand she raised her left leg off the bed and pushed her ass back invitingly.

"Put it in, my baby," she whispered. "Put it in."

I didn't need to be told seven times. I lowered my hips a bit and took my cock in one hand and guided it up between her legs from behind.

She reached down and took the tip of my dick in her little fingers---it was all I could do to keep from cumming right then----and together we guided my cock to her hot, soft, yielding, soaking-wet pussy, pushing through fleshy layers of silky wet heat and into the canal of her womb.

I felt the soft, firm give of her cunt lips and pushed forward and then I was inside all that smoothness, all that warmth, all that wetness, inside my mother, and pushing my cock hard in one quick stroke up into her like a battering ram because I'd waited and waited long enough.

"OOOOOH!!" she screamed. "OHBABY OH!!!! OH GOD!!! YES YES YES YES TEDDY!!!" And now hearing her shout my name I knew it was time and I bucked my hips back and forth, holding onto her hip and fucking her from behind, on our sides, like the greatest porno movie ever.

She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my leg and each time I pushed my hips forward I felt her tighten her leg's grip around me, pulling and holding me there, and more than that I felt her pussy tighten its grip around my cock, a sensation I'd never felt before in my life, and how I managed to keep from exploding a geyser of cum into her at that moment I'll never know. I know I could have, my body wanted to more than anything because it felt so amazing, but I managed to hold it back because I wanted this to last.

So now she was saying my name and grunting with each thrust and gasping for breath and bucking her hips against me, and there was no denying this now, THIS WAS HAPPENING, I was fucking my own mother, a thing I'd dreamed of doing for so long, it was really happening, it wasn't just another stupid dream this time, she knew her son was fucking her from behind and she wanted it. It was REAL.

No matter what happened for the rest of my life, even if this never happened again, even if it stopped right now, it would always be true, and we would both know for the rest of our lives, my mother and I would always know that we had had sex tonight.

But it clearly wasn't going to stop right now. Not the way she was moving against me and breathing hard and crying out with each thrust of my cock into her cunt. I didn't know what was going to happen, I didn't know what tomorrow would bring or even ten minutes from now, and I didn't care.

I had just achieved my life's greatest ambition and I wanted to go with it, live in it now, and I fucked her and she fucked me and I was all about the movements my body was making, I had no thoughts.

I didn't even wonder to myself if she was enjoying it as much as I was, or if I was doing anything she didn't like. I didn't care. I just fucked her, because that was all I wanted to do right now, and for as long as she'd let me. I would fuck my mother forever.

She was gasping and breathing and grunting as she pushed back against me as I pushed against her, and then she was saying, "Uhhh---UHHH---uhhh----Teddy----uhhh? Teddy?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I want to change positions. Can we change positions?"

"Sure, Mom, whatever."

So I pulled out and quickly she lifted her hips and got on all fours and moved her big, round pale rump around so it was facing me. She looked over her shoulder. "Is this okay, baby? I haven't been fucked like this for SO LONG...."

I nodded, hardly even registering the fact that this was the first time I'd ever heard my mother use the word "fuck," and quickly got to my knees and put my hands on her broad hips. Even in the semi-darkness of the room the double-moon outline of her ass facing me was an epic sight, and I couldn't believe she was turning it to face me, naked and white as ivory, jiggling as she moved, her plump thighs wobbling gently as she spread her knees enough to give me access.

I scooted forward on my knees, once accidentally putting my knee on her cute little foot, but she didn't mind. It took me a second to get my hips where they needed to be, as she arched her back and gave me the full amazing view of her beautiful big pale ass.

In awe and spilling over with lust for this woman, I reached out and put one of my hands on her ass, and took my cock in my other hand by the base, pointing it at the low-hanging fruit of her dripping cunt. I maneuvered my hips so that the head of my cock brushed against her hanging cunt lips again.

"Okay now go slow, baby," she cooed back at me. "You're very big, and it's been such a long time for me."

"Okay, Mom." I'd never done it in this position before so I wasn't entirely sure how to get it in, so I kind of made a couple of practice jabs to see how it was supposed to go. My cockhead brushed against her lowered pussy lips and she shuddered and gasped again.

"OH GOD oh my baby... put it in. Put it in, put it in, GET IT IN ME."

She reached down between her legs and I felt her wrap her plump little fingers around my big hard dick to guide me, and it sent a powerful jolt of electricity through me.

"Oh you're so BIG Teddy, I had no idea you were so big and hard, such a giant big man for me, oooohhhh....."

And she held me between her legs, stroking my cock with her fingers. With her fingers guiding me, I moved my hips forward and gently I felt my cockhead poke and then push wetly again into her cunt, dividing her pussy lips and forcing its way through the warm softness, further and further in as I heard her gasp and grunt some more, and finally I let go of my cock and put both of my hands on her ass as it was closer and closer and then suddenly I felt her chubby soft asscheeks against me as I was all the way in, and she grunted "YES" and lowered her torso onto the bed, grasping a pillow tightly.

She was ready, and I started to move my hips. Slow at first, small movements. It felt amazing. Beyond any words I could think of.

Her breasts were so huge they just settled on the bedspread beneath her without hanging or swaying, and she shoved up her ass as I moved behind her. I was so fucking horny at that moment that I would have fucked a pillow, or even a headboard, but I was instead fucking the sexiest, most beautiful woman in my world, the woman of my dreams, MY MOTHER, and and I felt her shudder beneath me as I put my hands on her wide hips and she purred again, vibrating her whole body.

I wasn't totally sure how to do it from this angle but I was so fucking horny that I just SHOVED my hips forward and pushed my cock into the first soft fleshy thing it found, and it just happened to be my mother's sopping-wet warm pussy.

She grunted as my cock rammed all the way into her and almost fell over forward but caught herself and tried to regain her breath as I started moving my hips back and forth, my cock running along the tight canyon walls of my mother's dripping-hot cunt.

Each time I pushed myself into her I pulled her hips towards me so I could get as far in as I could, and she wailed like a happy banshee as my cock pushed deeper into her than any cock ever had, as she told me later.

She wasn't so coherent now, she was just moaning and gasping and telling me to do it, DO IT to her good, and I can't TELL you how much that turned me on, to hear my prim and proper chubby little mother using those words and grunting beneath my work, taking me and wanting more, begging for more, gasping and grunting and moaning for more, more, more.

"Oh yes ..... ohhhhh, ooooh, aaaaaaaaaah YESS!! UGH!! YES! UNH YES TEDDY YES UHHHH! UHHHH! UHHHH! YES there there there hold tight UGHHH UHHH UHHH!!!!!"

I fucked her.

My mother. I fucked her.

"Teddy?" I heard her say in between moans and grunts.

"Yah, Mom? Everything okay?"

"Oh BABY yes, yes... uhhh!..... but would you mind grabbing my hair and pulling on it? Not too hard, just a little, I..... uhhhh, oooh..... OOH!! I like that, please?"

I did as requested. I reached forward and took a handful of her dark curly hair in my hand and pulled on it, gently at first but a little more until she made pleasurable sounds, yanking on it and taking another fistful and pulling on it until her head came back, and she squealed "YES!! UGH YES LIKE THAT BABY!!! Oh GOD!!!"

Her cries of pleasure were audible even when she lowered herself to the bed and buried her face in a pillow. The way she was bucking her hips, I could tell she was having another orgasm.

I got it. I pulled back on her hair and shoved my cock as deep into my mother as it would go, holding onto her hips, I slowly pulled my cock out to the tip and listened to her moan and beg me to put it back in, put it back in, I loved how she repeated herself when she was excited, and then I shoved it back into her, hard, and she had to bury her face in the pillow again to try and conceal her screams of pleasure and I understood: yes, she was mine, I had made her mine fucking her this way. She would do anything I wanted now.

But I was already doing the thing I wanted most in the world to do, having sex with my beautiful mother, so all I could think of to do was keep doing what I was already doing, push my cock deep into my mother with a slushing sound and the warm soft wetness of her grasping cunt and soak up the cries and purrs and groans of wild pleasure that she was shouting, telling me how big and hard I was, how good it felt to be fucked by a real man for the first time, how she wanted me to fuck her forever, grunting and calling out YES and OH GOD and MORE MORE MORE, and it spurred me on and on, pushing and pulling out and pulling her hair and holding onto her wide bucking hips and feeling every shiver and shake that wracked its way through her body, it was the best, the best ever, the best I'd ever have, and I knew it.

I didn't talk much while we were fucking; what was there to say that wasn't already obvious?

Then she moved her hips slowly to show that she wanted me to slow down a bit, so I did, and her breathing became more regular after a few moments and then she looked back at me over her shoulder, and the look of pleasure and hunger in her eyes was something I'd never seen before.

It sent another jolt of electricity through me, because I knew I had put that look on her face. If it had ever been there before I'd never seen it.

"Mmm--UHH--mmm--UHH!! UHHH----mmmmohhhhhhhhTeddy?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Are you doing all right back there?"

"Oh YEAH, I'm doing great."

She giggled. "Can you keep going awhile?"

"Sure."

"Because I want to change positions again. I want to SEE you now. Can we change?"

"Sure, Mom," I said, and reluctantly pulled my cock out of her sopping-wet, boiling-hot pussy.

My cock felt heavy and sensitive, a lot of work it had been doing tonight, and more to come. It bobbed gently up and down as I watched my mother turn around and get up on her knees like I was, and scoot closer to me so that we were just inches apart.

I could see the moon-lit outlines of her gigantic swaying breasts as she moved closer to me, and then I felt her nipple touch my belly and I almost came just from the sheer joy of that feeling. But I didn't.

We looked into each other's eyes, both of us out of breath and sweating, and we smiled and then we laughed, and she reached up and put her hand on my chest, stroking it tenderly, and she whispered, "Kiss me, baby. Kiss me like I've been dying for you to kiss me all evening long, since we pretended to be lovers in the restaurant. Can you do that?"

I leaned down and our lips met for the first time as lovers, and I have never and will never have a better kiss than that one. I felt her tongue dance into my mouth and she sucked my tongue and I nibbled on her lips and she giggled at that and I felt her arms go around my neck and she pulled me closer to her, against her soft breasts, my cock brushing and then rubbing against her soft plump belly.

We kissed for a long time.... and then I felt one of her hands leave my neck and a second later I felt her tiny plump fingers cupping my cock, and wrap as far around it as they could, and gently begin to stroke it.

We stopped kissing and she looked deeply into my eyes as she caressed and gently squeezed my cock, which managed to get even harder under her ministrations.

"You're amazing, Teddy," she whispered, and kissed me again.

I didn't say anything, but I reached up with my own hands and held her enormous tits which were so huge, you couldn't really CUP them in any normal sense of the word, your hands couldn't hold them, you just touched part of them, like running your hand along a wall; they were heavy and solid in my hands and I pinched the nipples hard like she'd just taught me, and she gasped her sudden pleasure and nodded her approval, leaning against me as she continued to stroke my cock.

She looked down at my hands on her breasts and whispered, "You like my big boobs, don't you, baby?"

"Yeah, Mom. I love 'em. I always have."

She chuckled. "I know, baby. I know, I've known for a long time and it's always made me feel so good to know that."

"You knew? How'd you know?"

"Honey, by my age if a woman can't tell when a man is looking at her breasts and trying to look like he's NOT looking at her breasts, she's blind as a bat. I've seen you, how do they say it, checking me out. And I've seen the lump in your pants when you've been looking, too. I just didn't know how BIG that lump really was down there." She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and kissed me again.

"Mom, can I.... suck on them?"

She grinned. "Yes honey, oh yes, I want you to suck on them." I made a move to scoot around on my knees and get access to her breasts but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. "But not right now. Right now I've GOT to have this big hard thing inside me some more. It's been so long I've been waiting for it, dreaming about it my darling baby....."

She squeezed my cock so hard it almost hurt, but in a good way. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly against me and kissed her neck and her ears and I heard that purring again.

But then, for a second, I saw in her eyes just the slightest shred of doubt. She whispered, "Teddy, are we.... should we be doing this? I mean, oh god, I've wanted it for so long, but you're MY SON.... what are we doing?"

I wasn't about to let any doubt ruin this greatest moment of my life. "What are we doing, Mom? I'm keeping you busy. That's what we're doing."

She laughed. "You're keeping me busy. You're right, you're keeping me busy. Well get busy, then, little beaver. Get busy."

She let go of my cock, which was now hard as stone and begging silently to climb back inside her, and she lowered herself onto her back, her giant tits flattening out as much as they were able to but still making two huge mounds that nearly blocked my view of her face ... and spreading her legs for me and reaching out to me, smiling, "Come on now, baby, come on," she whispered.

Quickly I moved over between her legs. I was shaking with desire and anticipation, and I could see the same feelings play across her beautiful face.

"Come on, hurry," she gasped, reaching out for me as I lowered myself over her, taking hold of my cock again and guiding it towards her wet, red, swollen pussy lips.

"Put it in, baby, put it IN me, now, please."

My cockhead touched her and she shivered, grabbing onto my arms and spreading her legs wider, bending her knees so that she could lift her ass to meet my cock as I sank into her warmth again and she gasped "Aaaahhhh, AAAAGHHHH, uuuuhhhhhyesyes, ohhhh UHH! Yes! Oh god yes baby yes," the words came out of her without any thought, they just came as she dug her fingernails into my arms as I pushed my cock further and further into her and then, once all the way in and our hips were locked together, she wrapped her chubby legs around me and pulled me down to kiss me and that's when I started to fuck her, for real.

I started to move my hips slowly, just my hips, like I was taught taught a couple of years before... take it slow at first she said, take it easy, make me want it, make me NEED it, make me BEG for it before you give it to me... don't just start pounding in and out like a porno movie, anybody can do that.

It felt like it took a long time, maybe because I was just about feeling and experiencing what was happening and not thinking about time... in fact not thinking at all.... but finally, after two more climaxes on Mom's part I reached mine.

I wasn't as vocal about mine as she was about hers, but she could tell from my ragged breathing and the way I grabbed her shoulder and held onto her that it was about to happen, and she slowed down her movements and cooed and purred at me, telling me everything was good, everything was wonderful, but "Honey you can't have your orgasm inside me, okay? It's possible I could get pregnant. Can you pull yourself out just before it happens? Can you do that?"

I said I could and just as it was building to a massive climax inside me I pulled my cock out and the cum gushed out of me and onto the sheets beneath us.

I grunted and my hips kept moving, fucking the air as if I was still inside her, and the sexual energy left me as I spilled hot cum onto the bed, and when it was over it was all I could do not to fall over.

Then, I did fall over. I let go of my mother's wide hips and collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll.

At first I thought it was me who was struggling to catch my breath, but quickly I realized it was my mother, and she was gasping for breath and shaking.

It took a long time for both of us to calm down, and I watched my cock deflate and flop over onto my leg while I was looking at my mother sagging gently on the bed.... then she slid down onto her side and slowly sat up, her enormous melon breasts resting on her thighs, heaving up and down as she breathed. I couldn't see her face.

Finally I caught my breath and reached over to touch her. "Mom?"

She looked at me in the darkness for a second or two, as if trying to figure out who I was, then suddenly she recoiled from my touch as if I was going to electrocute her, with a loud gasp. Immediately she was on her feet and scrambling into the bathroom.

The door slammed, and a second later I heard sounds from inside. At first I thought it was more passionate gasping, but then I realized that she was crying.

"Mom?" I said and got to my shaking feet.

My legs were weak. The small puddle of my cum glinted in the moonlight on the bedspread, everything else was dark and shadowy as I made my way around the bed and over to the bathroom. There was no light coming from underneath the door; she was in there in pitch-blackness.

"Mom? Are you all right?"

Her sobs were loud now and she was trying to say something but I couldn't make sense of it.

"I can't understand you, Mom. What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"I.... I said.... oh my GOD what have we done? What have I done? Oh my GOD!"

"Mom! What's wrong?"

More heaving sobs.

"Mom," I pleaded, trying to unlock the door. "MOM talk to me! What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"NO! How could this have happened? You're my SON! Oh God I can't..... I can't......" and then more crying.

Finally she managed to say, "I'm just so lonely," and she wouldn't say anything else. I tried to put my arms around her but she wouldn't let me.

I sat on the bed looking at her, stunned that her attitude would change so radically so fast. I couldn't believe it. She was so INTO IT just a few minutes ago, now it was the most horrible thing in the world. But I guess I understood.

"I know," I said to her quietly. "I know you're lonely, Mom. I'm lonely too. I mean, imagine being totally and completely in love with your MOTHER, and thinking about her, about being with her and doing all the things with her we just did..... and you know you can't, ever. The one person in the whole world you want to be with the most, and you know you never can. I know about loneliness."

She looked up at me, the tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, don't you understand? I love you! I love you more than anything in the whole world and I WANTED that to happen, I've been DREAMING about it for years! It's not wrong! It's GOOD what happened just now! Please don't be upset! I'm the happiest guy alive right now! Please don't feel bad or guilty or----"

But she turned away, crying again, and I stopped. For a long time I stood at the door and waited for her to calm down.

Finally she did become quiet, but she still didn't say anything or come out of the bathroom. I thought how incredibly full of passion and sexual desire my mother had been only a few minutes ago, her pussy grasping at my cock like it was starving, and now she wouldn't even talk to me.

What had happened? Why had everything gone so suddenly wrong? I couldn't understand, but I knew there was no way to communicate with her right now, so I went and found a pair of underpants in my suitcase and used a towel to clean up the puddle of my cum as best I could. It was still damp, though, there was nothing more I could do.

I settled onto the floor in the blanket where I'd been before all this started, before she'd asked me to come get into bed with her. I just lay there in the darkness and waited. At last, as I was on the verge of falling asleep, I heard the bathroom door unlock and the door opened, and I heard her footsteps on the carpet.

In the darkness I could only make out her shape as she looked around for her panties and her Garth Brooks teeshirt. She put them on and then quickly got into bed. If the cumstain bothered her she didn't say anything about it, or move at all. She was absolutely still.

I waited for a couple of minutes to see if she would say anything. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Mom?"

"Go to sleep, Teddy. Please."

"But....."

"PLEASE go to sleep. Please, please, please. No talking, please. Go to sleep, just go to sleep, please."

It was the same voice that had pleaded with me to fuck her and pull her hair not long ago, the same repeating phrases she'd used at the height of her passion, but now there was nothing in the voice but the strain of guilt and sadness. I knew there was no point in trying to talk to her, or touch her, or do anything. It was all over, as quickly as it had begun.

"Okay, Mom." I took a deep breath and turned over onto my side. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she whispered, and that was all. Try as I might I couldn't even hear her breathing. She didn't move. Finally I fell asleep and the room that had seen such intense fucking tonight was quiet and still.