On the Road With Mom Ch. 03

We pulled into a motel parking lot a couple hours after that. I had managed to drive the whole way without killing us, which was bordering on miraculous considering the fact that in the last two hours my mother had given me a handjob, a blowjob, another handjob, and another blowjob.

She marveled at the geysers of cum spewing from my pulsating, throbbing cock even as she drank it, and she said there's no WAY I could get hard again after something like that, not for hours ... but then I'd look down at the way her tits were swaying and bouncing gently as we went down the road, and I'd remember the sight of her prim middleaged brown hair hovering over my lap, and I'd remember the slurping sounds her lips had made on my cock, and I'd remember the little dab of my cum at the corner of her mouth which her tongue darted out to lick away, and my cock would rise again, and again, and again, and as the copilot it would be her job to take care of the problem. She took care of it, all right. In spades.

And I was hard again. "Let's forget the bags," I said to her as I turned the car off, "and just go up to the room right now."

She looked down in amazement at yet another huge bulge in my pants. "My GOD, Teddy! Again? How can you keep DOING that??"

"For you, Mom..." I started. She knew the finish of that sentence. "So can we?"

She looked hungrily at the bulge, and seemed about to give in, but then she shook her head. "No, honey. Listen, I'm exhausted, and I'm starving, I haven't had anything to eat all day."

I grinned. "Really? You've had something in your mouth, though..."

"HEY." She held up her pointing finger, which I knew from years of scoldings meant business. "Young man, we do NOT mention things like that in the light of day, in public. Do you get me?

"One understanding we're going to have to have, no matter what happens, is that when there are people around you and I are MOTHER and SON and there is no hint or suggestion of anything improper, EVER, or our lives will be over. We may even be arrested, I don't know. Do you understand what I'm saying? For the time being I am just YOUR MOTHER, period. Nothing more. Got me?"

I nodded. "I got it, Mom. Sorry."

"And anyway I don't like that dirty talk when it's not... dirty time, I guess, if you know what I mean. There's a place for dirty talk, and there's a place for appropriateness. Got me?"

"I got it. Really. No problem."

She cleared her throat, glancing once at the bulge in my jeans. "Now. You get rid of THAT, mister, because you and I are going to that restaurant right over there and having dinner like two normal people who've been driving all day. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Now let's go."

And with that she got out of the car and put on her coat. The subject was closed.

It was not easy to get rid of, but I thought of horror movies and other sick shit, and if I walked slightly hunched-over, like my back was hurting from driving all day, you couldn't tell what was on my mind anymore.

We checked into the hotel and I lugged our bags up to the room (two beds this time, no impropriety), then we went back downstairs and went into the restaurant next door. A mother and her son, stopping overnight for some dinner and some sleep. Entirely proper.

But a funny thing seemed to happen to my mother when the waitress seated us. She took hold of my hand and squeezed it, and smiled over at me with a smile I didn't know very well, a mischievous smile, and as the waitress seated us in a booth my mom scooted in next to me, not across from me, and leaned over to kiss me.

Was this a test? Who gave a shit? I kissed her back.

"Sorry," Mom said, looking up at the waitress and straightening her hair. "My boyfriend and I just got into town and we haven't seen each other for a long time. I kind of can't keep my hands off him."

The waitress laughed. "Don't worry about it, I understand. Would you prefer a booth in the back half of the restaurant? It's a bit more secluded..."

"No, it's all right, we'll behave. But thank you."

The waitress said she'd get us some waters and some menus and she walked off.

I turned to Mom. "What the heck was---"

But she was already leaning up against me and pressing her lips against mine and pressing her palm against my chest. So I pulled her close to me and kissed her back, and the kissing got heavier, and soon we were sucking on each other's tongues and my cock was getting hard again... and the waitress was standing there. She was smiling.

My mother blushed furiously. "I'm so sorry..."

"Please don't be," the waitress said, laughing, setting the water and the menus down. "My husband and I used to be the same way. He worked on oil rigs and I'd go months without seeing him, and when we got together, ooh boy..."

She fanned herself, giggling at the memory. "So you two enjoy yourselves, it's all right." She left us alone again.

Mom reached over and cupped the bulge in my pants. "He just never goes away, does he?" she whispered.

"Uh, I thought... I thought we were supposed to be just mother and son..."

"I know, I know, but... I remembered that waitress from last night and I just couldn't help myself, it's so... so THRILLING and DARING to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend with you out here in the middle of nowhere, where nobody knows us and they'll never see us again. It's such an adventure. And then I think of what you're going to do to me in that hotel room and OH BABY I get so wet,.

She took my hand and put it between her thighs and pressed my palm against her and I could actually feel that, yes, her pants were a little damp there; she pulled me close to kiss her some more.

Having the license to go to town, I quickly started cupping her huge breasts, which elicited a meowing gasp of approval from Mom as she kissed me. Then the waitress came back and asked if we were ready to order and we had to stop.

We picked up the menus and started looking, while the woman waited. It always takes me a little longer to decide what I want than Mom, so she started chatting with the waitress while I was figuring it out. They talked about the town, what little there was to do here, and then my mom asked about her husband. "Does he still work on the oil rigs?"

"No... unfortunately, Bill passed away about five years ago. Just about six, now, actually. He had cancer."

"Oh, honey, I'm SO SORRY," Mom said, taking her hand and squeezing it.

The waitress shrugged, smiling. "Oh, we had twenty good years together, so I can't complain."

"Twenty years, that's how long my husband and I were married," Mom said. "Only he didn't pass away, he passed ME off for a younger model." She smiled over at me. "So I guess I did the same thing."

She laughed. "Well good for you! I'd do that myself, the only problem is that all the young men around here are the kids of friends of mine so I'd be in trouble." She looked over at me. "You're a lucky woman, my dear. Very lucky."

Mom squeezed my hand. "Thank you. I AM lucky. I... was so lonely before he came along. It gets so lonely sometimes."

"Yes, it does," the waitress agreed.

"You miss a man's touch, you feel like you'll go crazy if somebody doesn't pay a little attention to you once in awhile." She looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me.

"He's my little prize for making it through, I think," Mom said, then turned to the waitress. "I wish you had a prize, too, Darla." That's what her nametag said.

Darla shrugged again, smiling, melancholy. "It's okay. Maybe someday."

"Someday," Mom said, and then we ordered. The food came, Mom and Darla chatted a bit more, Mom and I kissed a bit more, we drank some coffee and talked to Darla a bit more, then Darla went to get our check.

Mom leaned close to me. I thought she wanted to kiss me, but she shook her head and whispered, "Teddy... do you think Darla is attractive?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Is Darla attractive to you? I know you said that waitress from last night wasn't attractive, she was too skinny, but Darla's curvier than the other lady. She's got a nice backside, and bigger boobs---not as big as MINE, of course---and she's very pretty. Don't you think so? And she's at least my age, maybe even a little older. What do you think?"

"I..." Darla came back with our check and set it down.

She was tall, almost as tall as I was, and she had long strawberry-blonde hair, she wore a bit too much makeup to try and hide her age but yes, she was pretty, and yes she had bigger breasts than the waitress from last night (nothing compared to my mother's, but that was true of most women on the planet)... and yes, her hips were nice and round and her ass was pretty plump, I had to admit... finally I looked over at Mom and shrugged and nodded yes.

While Mom was counting out the change, she said to her: "Darla, I hope you don't mind my asking, but what time to you get off work tonight?"

She looked up. "Uh, one o'clock, about half an hour. Why?"

"It's just that we've really enjoyed talking to you, you're a wonderful person, and if you're not too tired and if you don't have anything important to do..."

Darla laughed. "Not a thing, not a thing. Just watching TV 'til I fall asleep, like usual."

"Well, if you're interested, why don't you come across the street and come see us in our room for awhile? If you'd like to, we'd love to have you."

Darla paused, and I wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't going to get angry and throw us out of the restaurant.

What was my mother suggesting? What was Darla thinking my mother was suggesting?

She looked down at her shoes for a second, then glanced over at me, and seeing me looking back at her she gave me a frank once-over and looked me in the eyes, and finally a smile spread across her face and she looked back at my mother. "You know what? I think I'd like that. Sure, I'll run over there for a bit, why not?"

"Oh, good," Mom said. "It's room 229. Second floor, near the back."

"I'll be there," she said, and took our money.

#

Walking across the street to the hotel, holding hands, I looked over at my mother, who was surprising me more and more with each passing second.

I said, "Uh, what---"

She squeezed my hand, giggling. "I can't believe I did that!" she cried out.

"I can't either," I said. "What... who... what exactly are you...."

"I don't know, I'm just... I'm just GOING WITH IT. It's so exciting! We're in the middle of nowhere! I don't think I've ever been this excited," she said, and I had to run to keep up with her.

#

There was a knock on our door.

Mom and I were sitting on our respective beds, waiting. Mom had washed and put on a robe. I'd put on clean clothes. I was too nervous to be horny, I hadn't even kissed her for the last half an hour.

Mom told me to get the door, and I got up on shaking legs and walked over and opened the door. There stood Darla the waitress, her hair let out of its tight bun and spilling down over her shoulders, a bit more lipstick and eye shadow on, and wearing a red leather-like jacket, but otherwise no different. She smiled when she saw me and said hi.

"Hi," I croaked, and stepped back so she could come in the room. She did, walking past me and over to where my mother was.

My mother stood and they hugged and whispered and giggled, and my mother helped Darla take off her coat, dropped it onto a chair, and asked Darla to sit down on the bed with her. Darla did.

"So you've met my boyfriend Teddy," Mom said, indicating me.

"Yes, I certainly have," Darla agreed, grinning over at me.

"Except I should be a bit more precise about that," Mom said. "He's not really my BOYFRIEND."

My eyes bulged. What the fuck! Was she about to tell this woman that I was HER SON? Had she gone crazy? Had incest driven her insane? Should I try and stop her? Oh my----

"I guess you'd say he's more my, uhm, what's the expression for it, you know, when you spend time on and off with a man younger than yourself and you aren't in a committed relationship with him but you still are physical with him....? You know what...?"

"You mean a boy toy?" Darla suggested.

Mom clapped her hands together, laughing. "Yes! A boy toy! Teddy is my boy toy! And a wonderful boy toy he is, too, may I add."

They both looked at me.

"He sure looks wonderful," Darla agreed amiably, smiling over at me.

"Yes he is, especially right HERE," Mom said, slapping her hand down on the bed. "I don't want to go into details, but I can tell you that last night---we spent the night in Fairfield---was the greatest sex of my entire life, bar NONE, and this morning I could hardly walk or think or talk or chew gum at the same time."

They both laughed. "Have you ever had sex that good, Darla?"

"Not for a long, long time I haven't," Darla sighed.

"Do you miss it?"

She took a deep breath. "Oh, honey, I think you know the answer to that one."

They looked at each other, coming to some sort of understanding, and Mom raised her hand to me. "Teddy, sweetie, come over here, please."

I crossed the room and stood before them. They looked up at me. What was I supposed to do, exactly? I didn't know, so I just stood.

"Darla, I've been thinking about it, and I'd like to share him with you. Would you like Teddy to be your boy toy for awhile?"

She grinned. "Honey, I think you know the answer to that one, too. I didn't come over here to watch the late news with you-all."

My mother nodded, smiling, and looked up at me again. "Teddy?"

"Yeah?"

"We want you to perform in bed for both of us tonight. Will you do that?"

I cleared my throat and swallowed. To say this was uncharted territory was putting it very mildly. VERY mildly. Finally my mouth worked, and I said, "Okay."

My mother nodded, and in her mother-voice said to me, "Take off your clothes for us, please." I started to step back, but Mom grabbed my belt. "No, I didn't tell you to go anywhere, did I? You just stay right here. Take off your shirt."

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, kind of involuntarily flexing my muscles, even though I knew it was stupid.

"Oh, my," Darla gasped, looking up at me. Maybe it wasn't so stupid, after all. "Now take off your pants, honeypie," Darla went on. "Slower this time. Make it a show. Let us enjoy it, a couple of old broads like us." Darla laughed and they grinned at each other.

So I slowly unbuttoned my pants, ran the zipper down, down, down.... then I hooked my thumbs over my belt and pulled them slowly down my legs and stepped out of them. My cock was not hard, not entirely hard yet, still adjusting to this new adventure. It did create a sizeable bulge in my underpants even if I wasn't all the way hard.

"Oh my god," Darla whispered, staring straight at the bulge only inches from her ruby-red lipstick lips. "It's big."

"Just wait, it feels even bigger when it's inside you," my mother said quietly, absently slipping her hand inside her robe, to touch herself. "Darla, why don't you do the honors."

"I think I will," she said, then reached out and pulled the elastic out and down; my half-hard dick was now in full view. The underpants fell to my feet and I stepped out of them. My cock gently slapped my thigh as I moved.

"It's beautiful," Darla said, staring at it.

"Yes," my mother agreed, literally licking her lips. "And it's hard as a rock."

Both Darla and I looked at her in amazement, saying something so forward. It was totally unlike the woman who had raised me. Totally.

She went on. "Darla, I think what I'd like to see right now is what it looks like for someone else to suck and rub it, so I can watch and see what it looks like when I do it. Would you do that?"

"Sweetie you don't have to ask ME twice," Darla said, and she leaned forward, spreading her lips, and she engulfed my whole cock in one gulp, reaching up to grab my hips and pull me forward.

She opened her lipstick-smeared red lips and ducked her head down and took me into her mouth. She tried to take all of me in at once and started to gag, then backed up a bit and found a comfortable place and started sucking, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. Her mouth made strange sounds, gulping sounds, as she sucked me.

It kind of annoyed me frankly, after the amazingly sexy and wonderful humming-like sounds my mom had been making while sucking me in the car today.... but I was prepared to handle it. And, truth be told, the way she worked her lips and her tongue were very good. She wasn't anywhere in the neighborhood of Mom, but she was a good cocksucker.

I settled my feet down and relaxed and put my hand on her head, as I liked to do when a woman was sucking me, kind of like I was steering them. They seemed to like it. MOM hadn't liked it today, and told me in no uncertain terms to get my hand off her head, but I attributed that to the fact that it meant one less hand on the steering wheel. I would try it again tonight.

Yes, she WAS good. I moved my pelvis forward to push a bit more of my cock into Darla's hungry mouth, and I grunted as she took it and gulped louder, and I whispered, "Oh, yeah.... oh..... FUCK......"

"You watch your mouth, young man," my mother said.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, and I realized that Darla had stopped sucking me (though she didn't take my cock out of her mouth) and was looking over at her, too.

My mother realized what she'd just said and blushed furiously. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.... never mind. Go right on ahead. I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence and none of us were sure what to do, and then slowly Darla began sucking my cock again, gulping away, but I noticed she wasn't taking as much in now and she wasn't quite as into it as she'd just been. I left my hand off her head. It still felt good though....

I glanced over at my mother, who was watching us, and there was a strange look on her face. Partly I could see she was nervous because of what she'd said, but there was more. She seemed to be bothered by what she was seeing. Maybe it was just plain old easier to DO it than to SEE it---she was still my prudish, meek, quiet little mom, after all, and this had to be at least a little bit shocking---but I didn't think it was that. It was something else.

She frowned, and looked away, and then looked back again, and looked at me and saw me looking at her, and as our eyes met I realized with a sudden bang that I didn't want this woman to be sucking my dick anymore. I wanted MOM to be sucking my dick. Only her, only her forever. I felt like I was cheating on her. This was..... wrong.

My cock started to lose its hardness, and I could feel Darla's confusion as she tried sucking harder and started rubbing me to keep me up, but as I looked at my mother I just lost all desire for this woman.

It was the strangest thing. Darla started rubbing and sucking for all she was worth, and the gulping and slurping and slapping sounds filled the hotel room, squeezing my balls for a moment, grabbing my ass, trying anything she could do to get me hard again, but it was no good.

"Stop. Please stop," my mother said quietly, glancing down at Darla. Darla stopped, took me out of her mouth and wiped the spit from her lips, and looked over at her.

Mom said, "Darla, I'm.... I'm so sorry, but I can't do this. I can't let this happen. I thought I could handle it, but I just can't. I'm very, very sorry."

Darla looked at her, then she looked up at me, then back at my mother..... all the while she was still holding my deflating cock in her hand.

Finally she let it go and it swung back down between my legs, defeated. Darla kept looking at her.

Finally Darla said, "Wait a second ...... you're his MOTHER, aren't you?"

"WHAT?" my mother squealed. "NO! I----NO, of course not! He's.... my boyfriend! He's my boyfriend, that's all!" She looked at me, panicking, and I looked at her, stunned.

Darla stood up and walked over to the door and I thought she was going to walk out, even though her purse was still on the chair, but she turned on the light. She came back over to us, scrutinizing our faces.

"Holy fucking shit," she said. "You look so much like each other..... you ARE mother and son!"

"We're NOT!" my mother shouted. "I swear it!"

"Was all this planned?" Darla asked, grabbing her purse. "Some kind of con job to get me to come over here and fuck your son? What the fuck IS this bullshit?"

"It's..... NO, Darla, please," my mother pleaded, standing up and going over to her. "It's not true!"

"Yes it is. You guys put on that act in the restaurant to get me all hot for him so I'd come over...." She looked at me. "Are you a virgin? Is that what this is, your mother was trying to get somebody to come over and take your cherry?"

"I....." I managed.

Darla looked back over at my mother. "But you couldn't do it. It's too much, you can't let him go, can you? You gotta be the old mother hen, picking out women for your little boy to fuck, but then you can't because you might LOSE HIM if he realizes how good sex can be, so you're calling it off. Right? You can't handle your little boy wanting somebody else other than you, can you?"

My mother was so confused by all of this, I think, that she just kept her mouth shut. Darla was providing us with a better story than we could ever have come up with for ourselves.

Darla shook her head with disgust. "I think that's shitty, lady, you know it? You got to LET HIM GO. He's a MAN now, can't you tell? Even kissing him in the restaurant like you were lovers! I'll bet you WANT TO BE, don't you? You'd prob'ly go for it if you could, so you could control him and his sex life completely! You're SICK!"

She went to the door, opened it, and looked back at me. "Get away from her, kiddo. I wish I could help, but you gotta do it for yourself." She started to leave, then leaned back in. "If you grow a backbone and decide you want to try it again, you know where I am. You got a great big, wonderful dick, and I'd love to suck it some more and get it inside my pussy. But not with HER around." With that, she slammed the door and was gone.

Silence. Then I looked over at her, trying to process everything that had just happened, from the moment she came into the room to the moment she left.

She looked at me, and she seemed on the verge of tears.... and then she smiled. "Well, we sure dodged a bullet on that one, didn't we?"

"I guess so," I said.

She stood up and came over to me, leaned close and tipped her face up to me. "You didn't want her, did you, baby?"

I grinned. "No. I thought I did for a minute, but.... when I looked at you...."

"What?" she prodded. "Tell me."

"I felt like I was cheating on you. I only.... I only want you, Mom. Nobody else."

"Oh, my," she gasped, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. I felt her tongue quickly slip into my mouth and it was dancing with mine, and she was making her mega-sexy purring sounds as we kissed, and I felt her pushing her tits against me and her hips, and I started to respond.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheeks and her neck and her nose and back to her lips. My cock started to wake up again.

"Uh-oh," she said through our kissing, smiling and looking into my eyes, "I feel something happening down there...."

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Let me see what I can do to help," she said, and reached down and taking my cock in her fingers, rubbing it gently as it grew.

We kissed some more, and she rubbed some more, and I got harder and bigger, and at length I started getting the feeling I had to hurry this along because there was someplace I needed to be---inside my mother---so I took the hem of her blouse and started lifting it. She let go of my cock long enough to lift her arms so I could pull the blouse off her and toss it aside; now she was standing before me in just her huge industrial-strength black bra, and she came back close to me to lean up and kiss me and take hold of my cock.... and then she stopped.

"What?" I gasped, wanting desperately to keep this moving along.

"Hold on a second. We have to do something first, quickly. Come on," she said, and walked across the room to where the bathroom was. I stood there. "Come HERE, Teddy," she insisted, speaking like a domineering mother again, and I followed, my cock bobbing up and down ahead of me like a water dowser.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I asked.

"Well.... I don't mean to be crude, but.... that woman's..... well, her lipstick is still on your lips." She glanced down at my straining cock. "And on THAT, too, and her saliva. I want it totally clean for me."

"Oh," I said. "Okay." I started to step into the bathroom, but she stopped me.

"I want to do it. Okay?" she asked coyly. It must've been hard to be coy while you were standing in a hotel room in your bra as a man with a fully-erect penis was standing next to you, but she managed it.

"Sure, Mom," I grinned.

"Follow me," she said again, and went into the bathroom. I didn't question, she shut the door. "All right. Here we go."

She took hold of my cock gently----just her doing that made me want to cum right then and there, it was VERY difficult not to----and lifted it above the rim of the sink, making me have to stand on my tiptoes to reach..... but it was still nowhere near the actual faucet. My cock was big, but not THAT big. We stood there contemplating this dilemma for a moment.

"Want me to get in the shower?" I asked. "You could get in with me," I suggested with a lustful leer on my face. My mother in the shower, wet and slippery and naked? GOD what a thought.

She glanced over her shoulder at the shower and seemed to consider it, but shook her head. "No, honey, I'm not quite ready for that yet, I don't think. It's too..... familiar."

This, from a woman who had been sucking my cock on the Interstate all afternoon.

Once again, I didn't question her. She was stubborn, and I knew from experience there would be no talking her into it. My mother had her own bizarre reasons for doing things, and suddenly wanting to have sex with me was one of those things, for which I was profoundly grateful, so I wasn't about to argue with her about any of it.

"I could try crawling up on the counter and....." I let this thought go because it would be so awkward and impossible it wasn't worth pursuing. She didn't say anything.

She took a deep breath. "I'll just scrub it with a washcloth," she said finally, "and use the hotel cup to pour water on it. I don't like getting the rug in here wet, but we'll do the best we can. Okay, hang on."

She turned around, bumping her huge breasts into me-----"Oh, excuse me, honey," she said, as though there was the slightest possibility of it offending me----and got a washcloth from a shelf above the toilet. She turned back and turned on the water, getting it perfectly warm, then wetting down the terrycloth, putting a bit of soap on it, and reaching up to wipe off my lips. I tasted the soap, which was not pleasant, but fuck it, I thought, she can pretty much do anything she wants at this point. For the privilege of screwing her I would let her feed me anchovies. And I fucking HATE anchovies.

"Okay. Is it gone? Let's see, come here."

She pulled my face down to her and kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me some more. Finally she broke the kiss, seemingly a bit light-headed, as I was, and she said, "Okay.... it's gone, definitely. Wooh. Okay, now then."

Again she took gentle hold of my cock and lifted it above the rim of the sink, and again I stood on my tiptoes. "Lean forward, Teddy, get as close as you can, please."

She tugged at my cock a bit to give me the idea, and I scooted forward and leaned as far forward as I could so my cock would be well over the sink. "Here we go," she said, and wet down the washcloth again.

With her left hand she cupped and lifted my cock off the countertop, kind of making my balls scrape against it, which really didn't feel as sexy as one would expect this moment to feel, but again I let it go and said nothing. Holding my dick in her left hand, she picked up the plastic water cup by the ice bucket, filled it with water, and poured the water up and down the shaft, then filled it again and poured more, and then a third time, using her hand to wipe the water all over, making sure the underside of my cock was wet, too; it felt incredible. Then, she put more soap on the washcloth and began washing my cock, lathering it with the washcloth and gently rubbing the soft cloth up and down, squeezing me as she washed me.

She was all business at this moment, a mother cleaning up a mess, not thinking about the sexuality of the moment. But I couldn't help thinking about it. Force began building in my balls and hips despite my not wanting it to, I desperately wanted to fuck her right now, I wanted to say "IT'S GOOD ENOUGH!!!" and tear off her clothes and throw her on the floor, here in the bathroom if necessary, and fuck her brains out over and over..... but I knew from a lifetime of experience that if I did that, if I adjusted Mom's timetable even one iota, the whole thing could come apart like wet tissue paper. As obviously "together" as she and I were now, it was still a delicate thing, and I needed to protect it.

Now scrubbing and even quietly whistling, she nudged me back a bit so she could reach down and wash my balls with the cloth as well, being so tender as she did it that I almost wanted to cry. That made the pressure build even more.

This was something I was usually able to control pretty well, but standing here with her washing off my cock and I'm looking right down at the Grand Canyon-like line of cleavage from the black bra pushing her tits together, and knowing that as soon as we were finished here I was going to get to SUCK on those magnificent gigantic tits and then I was going to get to put my cock inside her and FUCK that magnificently tight, soft, wet pussy of hers, it started to get out of my control, and the countdown began.

"Uh.... Mom....." I grunted, trying to pull my cock back out of her hand.

"Just a second, sweetie," she said, holding my pulsating penis even tighter, and then she started washing the engorged, red head of my cock, lathering it with the soft washcloth, GOD GOD GOD driving me nuts, and involuntarily I started pushing my hips forward, now, because that's what you do when you feel like you're about to cum, you start fucking, fucking anything, fucking the air.

She noticed this. "Oh----is the tip of it too sensitive?"

I grunted something in the affirmative, trying desperately to hold back because I wanted to cum INSIDE her, or ON her, not HERE..... "I'm sorry, baby," she said, smiling up at me, and she put down the washcloth, but then she put more soap on her hands and she started washing the tip of my cock with HER FINGERS, her lovely delicate tiny little chubby fingers, her fingertips washing and rubbing all over, lingering in the trench underneath the broadened base of my mushroom cockhead and using her fingertip to wash the hole gently, tenderly, lovingly..... all of which felt immeasurably BETTER than the washcloth of course, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer....

I was gasping and grunting and trying to think of anything to keep from cumming, and then I looked up for the first time and saw the great big bathroom mirror in front of us and I saw myself standing naked while my mother leaned down and rubbed and washed my cock while holding onto it with her left hand, I watched us and it was the SEXIEST FUCKING THING I HAD EVER SEEN and there was NO WAY now I couldn't do it

"MOM! UGH!! Oh shit MOM!" I said.

"What? What's wrong?"

"OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!" I shouted, and pushed my cock forward out of instinct and my cum exploded out of me, a geyser, a volcano, a flood of cum shooting pouring out of me.

The first detonation shot a giant wad of sticky goo past her fingers and onto the mirror, landing approximately where the reflection of her face was, since when I pushed my hips forward it made my cock aim upward a bit, and to the untrained eye it did look (because the mirror was so clean) like I had shot my wad right onto my mother's face, and it began immediately dripping down onto her tits, or rather onto the reflection of her tits. Which in itself was more than sexy enough and I started bucking my hips unconsciously, fuckingly, and I grabbed hold of the counter as another explosion quickly followed the first one, and another huge gob of my white cum splattered onto the counter, all over her toothbrush, her comb, some of her curlers, and her hair dryer. Instantly they were smothered.

Seeing this, she had the presence of mind to shout, "TEDDY! My goodness!"

But I wasn't done, not by a long shot. Another long shot ricocheted out of me and splattered on the mirror again, approximately where my stomach was, as though I'd cum on myself----which frankly I had, many times, jacking off in bed and it goes straight up and comes straight back down, landing on my chest, my stomach, and once, disgustingly (but weirdly pleasurably, for some reason I never investigated) on my own face. By now I was good enough at jerking off to aim so the cum landed on my chest, which was easily disposed of.

Anyway.

"Oh Teddy STOP!" my mother said, reaching for my cock and trying to stop it from coming out by putting her hand there, but all that happened was I started pumping cum onto her hand.

Again as a mother, she made a little cup out of her hand so she could try and catch it and keep it from making a mess. Meanwhile her breasts swayed back and forth crazily as she desperately tried to contain the disaster, I watched all of it in the mirror, and seeing her cupping my cum in her hand while her breasts shook like gallons of milk in giant leather flasks made me somehow cum some MORE, and my hips bucked AGAIN and knocked her hand aside, smearing my cum all over her arm, and trying to make it better I turned so I wouldn't cum on the mirror or the counter anymore but then all that happened was more cum flooded out of me and onto the floor and on the bathroom wall.

"Teddy not the FLOOR!" she shouted as it landed and splashed and spread and dripped, it was everywhere. I had a lot of cum.

"Sorry," I gasped, holding onto the counter to keep from falling over because I was so weak all of a sudden. It kept bubbling and dripping out of my slowly-deflating penis, splattering on the floor and her feet and my feet and the little bathroom rug beneath us, oh shit it was a huge mess. "Sorry, Mom."

"Pick it up and put it over the SINK," she said, reaching to do just that herself as I finally grabbed my cock and lifted it over the sink so the last few little blurts of cum ran harmlessly down the drain.

I rubbed it and squeezed it as I always did to get the last globs out. There was a lot of it. Breathing hard, I squeezed the final drops out and concentrated on not falling over. Christ that was a good one. Let's face it.

I surveyed the damage. A blast of cum running down the mirror and onto the counter, into (in fact) the lip of the ice bucket. Great. Another blast of cum splattered all over her night-things, her poor hair dryer looked like it had been through a war.

More on the counter in puddles, a puddle in the sink, some of it on my own fingers, some of it running down my legs, some of it running down her pants, a visible glob of it in the fibers of the carpet beneath us, some running down the wall next to the toilet, a few little puddles of it on the floor and one on the toilet seat itself.

I saw that I had even managed to get a little bit of it on the roll of toilet paper. It was on her hands, it was on her arms, there was a blob of it next to her belly-button.

About the only thing I hadn't cum on, apparently, was her actual face and her actual breasts, the only two things I DID want to cum on. God, what a mess.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I said lamely.

"Watch your language please," she said patiently, reaching for a towel.

"I'm really, really sorry, Mom."

"I know." She took a deep breath. "Okay. Go please and get the bottle of cleaner out of my suitcase. This is going to take some work."

My mother had always, for as long as I could remember, packed her own cleaning products when we took trips so she could clean our rooms because the hotel maids "weren't exactly sticklers for cleanliness." She was nit-picky, let's leave it at that.

I didn't move. My legs were still too weak to support me. "Mom.... you're going to clean it up?"

She looked at me like I was an alien. "Well SOMEBODY has to. We can't leave it for the MAID, can we?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but..... I mean..... but NOW? I mean, I thought we were gonna.... you know..... you and me....." I looked down at my deflated cock, which, even after all that, I knew could still get rock-hard in twenty seconds with some tender loving care.

Another alien-look. "TEDDY, we have to clean up this mess before it soaks in and dries out! Do you know what a nightmare to clean this would be if we left it overnight? Good GRIEF, young man! Get the cleaner, please. Now."

I nodded and let go of the counter, opening the bathroom door. Now I was terrified that I'd messed up more than just the bathroom mirror, that this wonderful magical THING between us had come to an end. I stopped and turned around. It took me a second to find my voice, I was so scared. "Uh.... Mom?"

"What?" she asked absently, using a towel to wipe the cum off her fingers and her arms.

"You haven't changed your mind, have you? Are we still.... are we still gonna.... I mean, are we still.... are we still.... us?"

I must have had a real puppy-dog look on my face, because she looked at me for a long moment and then came over---gingerly avoiding stepping in the cum----and leaned up to kiss me. It was a quick kiss, but a real one, with a touch of tongue.

She smiled. "We're still together, baby. Yes. Absolutely. Don't worry about that. I'm sold, I won't change my mind again. Okay?"

I grinned, relieved. "Okay."

Then her face turned stern. "Now get the cleaner and get back here and HELP ME, mister. Now."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, and skedaddled.

Twenty minutes later we were just finishing the cleaning. She had put on a shirt because while she was on her knees scrubbing the carpet I had stared down at her swaying, pendulous breasts and gotten hard again; she looked up at it, just inches from her face, and she rolled her eyes and told me to put on some underpants and get her a shirt.

"Let's just get this DONE, Teddy. Good grief. You get going at the drop of a hat, I swear. I've never seen anything like it in my life. I didn't even know a man's thing could GET hard that many times.... and what's sexy about any of this? We're just cleaning the bathroom."

"It's YOU, Mom," I said, lamely shrugging. "I can't help it."

"Well, TRY, please. Now go."

I had apologized and done as she told me, of course, but the tent-pole hardon making my boxers poke out was more comical than practical, and after glancing at me and suppressing a giggle several times she finally told me just to take the underpants off, they weren't doing any good anyway.

So I took them off and continued my work of carefully wiping the cum off of her hairdryer and other things, glancing occasionally as my mother continued cleaning the floor and walls and mirror and, inevitably, causing her huge breasts to sway and jiggle as she worked, whether she was wearing a shirt or not, and it would keep me hard and distracted and inevitably she'd look at me looking at her and say, "Young man, get back to work." But she would always smile when she said it. She liked me staring at her with so much lust.

At one moment I was sitting on the toilet, wiping off her hair curlers, with my big hard cock sticking up like a flagpole, and she stopped and looked at me and put her hands on her hips, shaking her head with a little grin on her face.

"What?" I said.

"I can't believe you. Have you always had this many erections, and I just didn't notice?"

I looked down at my cock and shrugged. "No, not really. I mean I GET 'em, but mostly at night in bed thinking about you. Sometimes other times, like in the car or wherever, if I start thinking about.... you know....."

"These?" she asked, coy again, pointing to her breasts.

I smiled. "Those, and other things. Everything. All of you."

She blushed at that. "What would you do when you had an erection.... I mean, I know what you do when you have one in bed, I wash your underwear and I clean out the garbage in your room, but---"

"You mean you KNEW what I was doing?" I was shocked.

She laughed. "Of COURSE I knew, sweetheart. I'm not so dumb that I think undershirts are just naturally sticky, you know. And nobody in the world goes through as many Kleenex as you do.... and those are always sticky, too. How strange."

When she saw the embarrassed look on my face she laughed again. "Honey, you're a young man. I had brothers. I knew what to expect. I just didn't know you were thinking about ME when you did it."

I nodded. "I was, Mom. Always."

She looked at me for a long time, and the smile faded a bit, and she said in a husky voice, "I'd very much like to come over there and give you a kiss right now, but I have a strong feeling that if I did that we'd never get this bathroom cleaned."

"Yeah," I said reluctantly.

"You know something I was just thinking?" she asked. I said what. "I was just thinking how I love it when it's hard like that, all roaring-hard and ready to go, but I also like it when it's NOT that way, when it's just hanging down between your legs like it does." She licked her lips. "It looks like an elephant's trunk, swaying back and forth. Very, very sexy. You might even say it's mouthwatering. But it's not often I get to see it like that, is it?"

I grinned. "Not when you say things like it's mouthwatering," I said, rubbing it in a blatant move to show it off.

"Well it is mouthwatering, hard OR soft, Teddy," she said, and for a second I thought she was going to give in and come over to me, but she was strong. She swallowed and blinked and looked away and said, "Now let's get this done, and we can see what comes next."

Finally there wasn't much else to do but clean the mirror, so she wet down the washcloth and put more soap on it and started washing the now-dried cum from the reflection.

She was very efficient and quick now, humming a tune to herself, leaning forward and washing and rinsing the rag and washing and rinsing the rag..... there wasn't really anything for me to do so I just stood behind her and watched, and I saw those giant tits swaying back and forth as she worked, even in her bra and a shirt there was no hiding how enormous and hanging those things were, nothing could keep them from moving on their own. They were magnificent.

And her big round soft ass facing me as she bend forward looked like a giant peach waiting to be eaten.... and her short chubby legs, and her chubby arms, and her mussed hair, which I knew I had mussed personally several times today, driving down the road and putting my hand on her head as she sucked and licked and nibbled at my cock, the sensation of my mother's sweet lips and tongue on my shaft and looking down at that mass of curly brown hair moving around down there, her body hunched forward to balance as she worked, this most intimate, personal of moments, literally impossible to imagine her doing something like that if you knew my prim, proper mother at all, and yet she DID IT, and I was the only one in the world who knew it or ever would know it........

Thinking of this I started stroking my cock, which was already hard and grew harder, painful, desperate to fuck her. I didn't rub it hard as I usually did, I didn't want to end this or make another mess, in fact I was barely conscious that I was doing it..... but I couldn't keep my hand off myself while I looked at her and remembered her sucking me all afternoon in the car this afternoon.

My mind drifted back. Once, I remembered, early in the afternoon when we were just getting started she had abruptly stopped sucking me, taking off her lips and looking up at me with concern and asking quietly, "Teddy, what do I do when you.... you know.... when you're finished and it comes out. What do I do?"

It took me a moment to get my head back to understanding English. I thought a moment and said, "What do you WANT to do?"

"Well, that's what I'm asking you. Tell me what I should do. I've never done any of this before, I told you."

I licked my lips, wracking my brain to come up with something. Of course I knew what I WANTED her to do, but was she ready for that? Hell no, my brain answered immediately. She'd freak out and probably jump out of the car going 70 miles an hour.

I cleared my throat. "Well, uh.... you could, uh..... I mean....."

"Just SAY IT, please," she insisted. "This is not the time to be shy and withdrawn, in case you haven't noticed."

This was true. She was still gently rubbing my cock while we were talking, and her lipstick was plainly smeared all over it.

"Well, you could, uh, try and catch it with your hand, maybe....?"

She looked down at my cock, then up at the roof of the car. "Your penis is pointing straight up, though. How would I catch it? When it comes back down?"

"Well...."

"Besides, from what I remember from last night, you have A LOT of it in you. I don't want it to get all over the dashboard and the steering wheel.... not to mention all over my blouse and my hair." She looked back at me, waiting. "So?"

"Uh.... well, you could..... uh....." Think! THINK!!

She sighed. "Teddy, I know other girls have done this for you. You already told me so. What do THOSE girls do when it comes out? Come on, please, tell me. Hurry." Gently, to prove her point, she squeezed my cock with her little fingers. "What do they do?"

I took a deep breath. "Well, Mom, they.... swallow it."

She blinked, then looked back down at my cock as it stared expectantly up at her. "They do? They.... they drink it? Really?"

"Yeah."

"ALL of it?"

I shrugged. "Well, as much as they can. Sometimes it's too much and they, you know.... they kind of gag and spit some of it out."

She thought a minute. "So THAT'S why my car seat is all sticky sometimes, isn't it? It's from THAT."

I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't. This had all kinds of WRONG stamped all over it... but what else was new? Finally she said, "What does it taste like? Did they ever say?"

"Not really." Actually one girl said it tasted like sour milk, but I wasn't about to tell Mom that. She didn't like milk even when it wasn't sour.

She was silent a moment, then without a word she lowered her face and started sucking me again.... only not with quite as much passion and abandon as before, I noticed, which, if I knew my mother, meant she was biding her time, thinking out the problem.

I didn't mind, it still felt incredible, so we drove down the road like that for awhile, her sucking and me moaning and stopping myself every two minutes from begging her again to let me pull the car over so we could have sex. The only thing better than having my cock in my mother's mouth was having my cock in my mother's pussy. But it was very, very close.

At last she stopped sucking me again and looked up. "Are you getting close to doing it yet? Or are you holding back like you did before?"

"Um, I'm kind of holding back, yeah."

"Will you.... well, I mean to say, can you warn me when it's about to happen? Is that something you're able to do?"

"Sure, Mom. No problem." I had to know. "What are you going to do?"

"Well, I think I've decided I want to try swallowing it. I don't know for certain if I'll be able to do it---after all, I'm the gal that still can't eat oysters on New Year's Eve---but it's part of you and it's what the others did, and I want to do it for you if it's what you want----and what the heck, maybe I'll like it, who knows?----so I'm going to give it a try."

"Mom, you don't have to. Seriously. I don't care. I just love having you.... doing what you're doing, you know? It doesn't matter."

She smiled. "But that's what you really want, I can tell. Isn't it?"

I blushed. "Yeah....."

She smiled, and kissed the mushroom head of my cock. "Then that's what I'll do. BUT," she added, getting her scarf from the floor of the car, "if I find that I can't do it I'll try and catch it with this. I hope it won't make a big mess."

Little did she know, I thought, watching her clean up my glop from the mirror.

And the first time I came, in fact, it DID make a mess because she did, in fact, choke and gag on it. I gave her plenty of warning that it was coming, but I'm not sure how much you can really prepare yourself the first time you get a mouthful of hot cum, so when I exploded in her mouth I heard her gasp and start coughing and immediately it was everywhere, all over me and all over the seat. From instinct she pulled her head back to try and get her coughing under control and at that moment I shot a rope of jism across her cheek, which surprised her even more and made her cough and choke even more. I tried to catch it as it bubbled out of me but the car veered again and she told me to stop. Still coughing, she grabbed the scarf and caught the last bits of it, then did her best to wipe up my crotch and the car-seat under me. But it was still a mess.

And that shot of cum was still laid across her cheek as she worked, she'd forgotten about it. Once her breathing was under control I reminded her about the cheek and she started to wipe it off, then she looked at it in the rearview mirror for a minute.

"Goodness, Teddy," she said, coughing. She looked over at me trying not to stare at my cum on her face, and she smiled a little bit and said, "Does that.... seeing some of it on me, does that make you feel good? Is it sexy?"

I blushed and nodded. "Yeah, it is. Sorry."

"It's all right." She looked at herself again. "It IS kind of sexy, isn't it? I mean, the thought of you shooting it on me.... that gets me going, a little bit, I have to admit it. Maybe we'll try that again."

Almost immediately upon hearing that, I started to get hard again. She looked down at my stirring cock and said, quietly, "But not next time. NEXT time, I'm swallowing it. ALL of it."

And she did.

Lost in that memory, I failed to notice that my mother had stopped cleaning the mirror. I came back to myself, still gently stroking my cock, and realized that my mother was watching me in the mirror.

She was still leaning forward over the sink, but she had put the washcloth and the spray cleaner down and she was propped up on her hands, breathing heavy, looking right at my hand as it rubbed my cock.

Feeling like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I stopped and was about to say something when our eyes met in the mirror and I saw the very seriously turned-on look on my mother's face. We looked at each other for a moment, then I saw her nod her head; just a little nod, someone else might have missed it, but I saw it and I knew exactly what she meant by it.

"Teddy," she whispered to me. "Baby."

Immediately I let go of my cock and reached over to pull her slacks down from her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and quickly kicked them aside.

She was still wearing her white nylon panties, and it was quite, quite clear that she was very, very wet at the moment. I was about to pull them off, too, when I decided to engage in a little bit of nostalgia and moved behind her so I could stroke the head of my cock against her big ass and that soaking-wet patch of panties between her legs, then I pushed forward between her plump thighs as I had the night before, pushing all the way forward until my hips were hard up against her ass.

It made her a little weak in the knees and the held on to the counter more firmly, leaning even more forward so her ass stuck out more. "Ohhhhhhhh Teddy, my GOD," she whispered. "Please hurry."

Quickly I pulled my cock from between her thighs and took the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her big white round ass; I pulled the panties down and she stepped out of them and kicked them aside as she had her pants, making her ass jiggle like a fat man's jowls; now she was clad only in her brassiere (and her socks, which again I was willing to abide). I reached up to unhook it but then stopped, feeling that somehow this moment was even sexier because she was still wearing the bra. Some things were worth waiting for.

"Oh please, baby, now," my mother whimpered, spreading her legs apart for me and wriggling her butt.

"Yeah," I said in response, and stepped forward again, taking my cock in hand by the base, poking it into the cleft of her ass, which with the other hand I used my thumb and forefinger to push her asscheeks gently apart, exposing the wet, low-hanging fruit of her cunt.

The glistening lips of my mother's pussy literally looked like a peach hanging between her thighs, the lips cleaved together wetly, and I saw the dew on the tiny hairs around her pussy lips that were reddened and swollen, begging for me, and I moved my thumb down and rubbed those pussy lips and pushed my thumb in just a little, just the tip of my thumb, and she started gasping and making those meowing sounds from the back of her throat that she always makes, and she squirmed and shook her ass and closed her eyes and her mouth fell open as I rubbed my thumb around inside my mother's wet cunt, and I think she thought I was going to do that for awhile because she liked it, but then I just used the thumb and my forefinger to pry her pussy lips apart a bit so I could maneuver into place behind her, bend my knees and lower my hips down to come at the problem from her height, and I nuzzled the head of my cock right into the groove my thumb had revealed in her cunt.

And instantly she knew what it was and she giggled and held her breath and I saw her lick her lips in the mirror just before I pushed myself upward and inside her, through layers of wet cunt-flesh into the tightness within her, pushing up, up, forward, in.

I felt her tighten around my cock, that miraculous feeling I'd never had from any other woman, she was HOLDING ME, cuddling me within her, it was so motherly it almost made me want to cry it felt so wonderful, and I held steady behind her and looked up and our eyes met and the look on her face was so tender and loving, and while she held me I leaned my torso back a bit and pushed my cock in deeper and her eyes went wide and she gasped and almost lost her balance holding onto the counter, and I pushed in a little bit more and then slowly, gently began pulling out of her and I felt her still holding onto me, not wanting to let go of my cock, and I nearly pulled it out of her, I looked down at her swollen red pussy lips clinging to me as I withdrew inch by inch and almost saw my red mushroom-head appear....

But then I slammed it back inside her, pushing her forward, and I started fucking her for real, putting my hands on her ass and rubbing it with one hand and holding on with the other and fucking, because that's what I was here for.

"Oh, uhhh, ohhh-----GOD!!!" my mother shouted, steadying herself on the bathroom counter, closing her eyes as I moved up against her, sluicing my big hard cock into her juicy tight cunt, the warmth and wetness there making every second a battle not to cum from the incredible pleasure I was feeling as I fucked her slowly from behind.

My mother had a fabulous gift for speaking, but something only I and possibly my father knew (and I doubted he'd ever bothered to notice it), when you were screwing her, she had very very little to say. Practically nothing, just a long series of gasps and squeaks and grunts and giggles and sexy meows.

She was about ACTION at that moment, not lecturing. This woman, whose greatest pleasure seemed to be reading a good book or watching soap operas or eating a good meal---none of which are strenuous physical acts, you will notice---now seemed to absolutely wallow in the physical act we were committing, and there were no words she had for it except for "oh God" and "oh Teddy baby" and "yes yes yes yes."

But not when she was fucking. "Oh TEDDY!!!" she screamed as I pushed hard into her pussy, again causing her to lose her balance and almost fall forward and hit her head on the mirror.

She caught herself, but I asked, "You okay, Mom?" and she just readjusted herself and said "Oh yes, oh GOD, oh GOD......" and that was it.

Her eyes were still closed, I could see in the mirror as I watched myself fucking her. For a second I wondered if she was imagining she was having sex with someone other than me, her son.... but then, listening closely for a moment, until there were no other sounds in the bathroom but the gentle squelching sounds of my cock moving in and out of her sopping-wet cunt, I could hear her whispering under her breath, "Teddy.... my baby..... Teddy, oh Teddy..... oh TEDDY....." so it didn't seem like she was thinking of anyone else but me.

Also in the mirror I saw the monumental sway of her breasts each time I rammed my cock home inside her, they boomed from side to side with each thrust, and the industrial-strength bra she was wearing seemed to do nothing to slow or arrest their movement.

"Wait, wait.... stop, honey," she gasped, and I stopped in mid-thrust, my cock half-inside her and dripping with her wetness. I looked at her in the mirror, and her eyes were open.

Again I asked her, "Are you okay, Mom?"

She nodded and said, "My back, sweetie. It's just.... I'm afraid I just can't do it like this for very long. My back is hurting. Can we go to the bed?"

"Oh---sure, Mom, of course, I'm sorry," I said, and quickly pulled my cock out of her. It left her cunt with a wet sucking sound and dropped, slapped wetly against my thigh and I stepped back to let her stand up.

She turned around toward me, her breasts swaying gently and her soft skin sweating lightly and her curly brown hair messed-up. I said, "Sorry, Mom. Are you all right?"

She smiled up at me. "I'm wonderful, baby. I'm just a little too old to be doing it like this. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, Mom, it's fine. Do you want to stop for awhile?"

"No." She cupped my cock in her little hand again, rubbing it tenderly, and leaning up for a kiss, which I gave her. Then another, and another, and then we just stood there looking at each other for a minute.... then she gave my cock a gentle squeeze and grinned. "Come on, buster. I'm not finished with you yet."

And she started walking towards the bed, still holding onto my cock, leading me. I got rock-hard again in her hand as she led me, and when we got to the bed she turned to face me and put her other hand on it and rubbed it for awhile, pointing it up towards the ceiling and rubbing it like a pole.

I stood there, weak in the knees, watching her rub me, watching her tits bounce gently as she rubbed me, my brain still going THIS IS MY MOTHER!!! and feeling like the luckiest guy in the entire world. Which I was.

I loved watching my mother's tiny little hands working their way up and down my big hard dick, which was still slick with her pussy juices. Nothing could be better.... except her kissing it, too.

"Kiss it," I gasped.

She smiled and said, "Yes, Teddy," and she leaned down to plant a little kiss right on the blood-red mushroom head of my cock. JESUS!!

"Lick it," I said. I had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep my balance.

"Yes, Teddy," she said again. She leaned down again and pushed my cock up against my belly and then licked all the way from the base to the crown, and kissed the head a few times again. Waves of pleasure washed through me. Nothing had ever felt this incredible.

"Mom, SUCK IT," I gasped, holding onto her shoulder.

"Yes, Teddy." She bent down again and took the mushroom head in her mouth and started to suck.... and then she stopped. I heard her groan and she took her mouth away and let go of my cock.

Then she sat down heavily on the bed, her enormous breasts bouncing against her belly and thighs. "OOOH!" she said, and reached around to put a hand on her back. "Oh, NO, not now. Oh DARN IT."

"Is it your back again, Mom?" I asked. She'd had back problems my whole life. I should have thought of it.

"Yes," she gasped. "Ooh.... oh, honey, help me lie down, okay?"

So I helped her scoot back on the bed and lie on her back, putting a pillow under her head. She gasped at the pain, and I looked at her lying naked, her breasts spread out but still firmly holding their shape, magnificent in their size, and I saw her puckered brown aureoles and her nipples were still hard, and.... I couldn't help it. I was still turned on.

My cock stayed rock-hard. I looked down at her pussy, saw how the dark, wispy pussy hairs surrounding it glistened and how the pussy lips were red from our workout, and I thought my cock was just in there, fucking her, and I almost swooned with desire for her! What kind of a shitty son was I?? But I couldn't help it, she was the sexiest woman in the world for me. No matter what.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, licking my dry lips. I WAS sorry, too.... sorry I wouldn't be able to fuck her again for awhile. I knew her back issues, they kept her out of commission for awhile. Damn.

She quietly breathed for a minute, her eyes closed, then she said, "Honey, can you get me my pillow, please? It's in my suitcase. Also a couple of my pain pills."

"Sure, Mom." This was a special orthopedic pillow she'd ordered a few years ago that helped her sleep. I got it for her and brought it over, and the bottle of pills and a cup of water. I helped her sit up a bit so she could take the pills, then I slid the pillow under her back, just above her butt.

We'd done this routine more than once; when your mother has two Himalayan mountains for breasts, you often find yourself helping her with her back pain.

It took a few seconds to get it adjusted where she was comfortable. As it happened, the pillow pushed her hips up just a bit, and her legs were bent and her knees spread, opening her cunt lips as I watched.

She was unaware of any of this, just trying to escape the pain in her back. Poor Mom. "Mmmmmm....... okay."

"Better?" I asked, trying to keep from stroking my cock as I watched her lying there, naked and still gorgeous and sexy, her still-wet cunt spread open before me like a flower.

"Mmm-hmm, yes, thank you sweetheart," she said.

She moved her butt again, lifting her hips a bit more, opening her beautiful lilting brownish-red pussy lips a little more, and against my own free will I moved closer to the foot of the bed so I could get a better view between her legs.

My mother had a beautiful pussy.

"I'm sorry we had to stop, baby," she said, and then she opened her eyes and looked at me, and saw me looking at her, and she saw the fact that, yes, I had started stroking my cock.

I couldn't help it! I really couldn't! She was my dream woman!

I saw her looking at me and my hand whipped away from my cock and I blushed deep red. "SORRY Mom! Sorry! Shit!"

"Watch your language," she said, but she was smiling. "Good grief, you're still rearing and ready-to-go, aren't you?" I blushed again, and she giggled. "How on earth can you be turned on by a fat old broad flat on her back like this? You're crazy!" she laughed. Then she gasped and stopped because it made her back hurt again.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said.

She was still smiling, though. "I know you're sorry, but doesn't make your thing go down one bit, does it?"

We both looked down at my cock, which stood out hard and pure as ever, when it should have shrunk from embarrassment. It couldn't; I was too turned on.

"Well," my mother said, "I can't be mad at you. For one thing, I love you too much. And for another, I just love looking at that beautiful, amazing thing of yours. Turn sideways for me, Teddy."

I did as told, so she could see it sticking out of me like a piston, sloping gently upwards towards the middle but then down slightly again toward the end, a curve in the shaft which women had told me made the head of my cock rub against something inside them that drove them wild.

"Oh, my lord," my mother gasped, staring at it. "It's so beautiful. So big and wonderful. You have a beautiful.... well...." Now it was her turn to blush. "Can you believe I have a hard time saying the word, with all we've been through today?" She giggled. "YOU say it, Teddy. You have a big, beautiful....."

"Dick," I said, moving my hips gently so it would bounce up and down a little bit. I knew that would drive her wild.

"Yes. Oh god YES. A big, beautiful..... DICK, you have, baby. The most wonderful DICK in the whole wide world. I.... I.... I love having that dick of yours inside me, baby."

"I love it too, Mom," I said. "More than anything."

"I know you do, baby," she cooed, gazing at me, smiling. Then she patted the bed beside her. "Come and lie down beside me." I moved over and sat on the bed.

"Gently, now, okay?" Slowly, I laid on my back beside her, my cock sticking defiantly up at the ceiling. "Scoot up a little," she commanded, and I did, so that my chest was more or less even with her head, and I scooped my arm under her head and she rested against me.

She reached over with her right hand and now my cock was close enough that she could take hold of it, wrapping her tiny fingers around it. GOD, it felt wonderful.

Slowly she started to rub it, just a bit at first, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft and over the mushroom head, squeezing gently and rubbing. She could tell by the grunting and gasping sounds I was making that it felt good, but my mother is nothing if not someone who wants to please, so she said, "Does this feel good to you, honey?"

"Mmmmmm yeah, Mom, it feels awesome."

She was quiet for a long few moments, and I wondered whether she was going to fall asleep from the pills she took.

"Honey, I have something I want to confess to you now," she said quietly.

"Okay," I said. I sat up and scooted back against the headboard of the bed, pulling my legs up and putting a pillow over my still-hard cock.

She moved back a little, onto her side. Her breasts piled in front of her like the mast of a great ocean-going ship. Christ, I wanted to fuck her again. Right NOW. Even in the midst of all this, I was totally turned on by her.

She took a deep breath. "After your father left us for that woman.... well, you know how messed-up I was, for a long time.... it wasn't that I missed HIM so much, if I'm going to be honest we had fallen out of love with each other years ago. Years. I wanted to love him, I tried, but he was so withdrawn and mean it became impossible. There were too many years of apathy between us now.... and then when he left I was devastated. I felt totally alone."

She looked at me and smiled. "But I wasn't alone, I had you. You were always there to tell me how beautiful I was, how much you loved me, to get me out of bed and living again.... you did ALL of that, Teddy, do you know it? You were everything to me, the only reason I survived that period at all. Do you know that?"

I shook my head no.

"You were, baby, you absolutely, absolutely were. I owe you SO MUCH." She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, then settled her head against my chest and went on. "And.... on those occasions when I saw you look at my breasts when I was leaning over, or just looking at them across the dinner table, or in the car, or wherever---I mean let's face it sweetie, you've been doing a lot of staring at my boobs for quite a long time, it was very clear where you were looking...."

She blushed a little bit, and I'm sure I did, too, and she giggled. "Well, I knew I should tell you not to do that, stare at your own mother's breasts like that.... or at least to not be so doggone obvious about it, the way you just openly ogled my chest, with your mouth hanging open like a little bird waiting to be fed...."

Now I blushed. She laughed. "Well, you DID, what can I say? But I couldn't ever bring myself to tell you to stop. For one thing I didn't want to embarrass you, you didn't realize that I could tell where you were looking, and you were naturally curious, and I didn't blame you or anything, I understood, I mean young men are naturally interested in women's breasts, and I know perfectly well that I have some very big ones...."

She giggled again and patted her own breasts proudly, ".... and for another thing you really seemed to LIKE looking at my boobs, and I loved you so very very much and I didn't want to take away something you enjoyed.... and for a third thing, well..... I found that I liked it. I liked it when you looked at me and admired the size of my breasts. I did. It made me feel attractive, even sexy. Other men.... I mean, men have been staring at my chest all my life, I hardly even notice it anymore unless it's so out-in-the-open that I just can't ignore it, and then it's just..."

She shrugged. "It doesn't make me angry, really, not like it used to. It's just mostly... boring. Ugh, another man staring at my breasts, what a big surprise. You know? But with YOU it was different. It made me honestly feel something, it made me feel GOOD. It was exciting. It gave me a thrill that the person I loved most in the world liked my big ol' honkers."

She giggled, and I laughed. "It did! I couldn't help it. Sometimes I found myself wearing low-cut blouses around the house and leaning over just to give you a better view. I knew it was wrong, but it seemed harmless, and nobody knew but you and me, and.... well, honestly honey, I needed it. I needed a man to look at me the way you were looking at me. After Roger left I felt so ugly and fat and disgusting and lonely that if it hadn't been for you looking at me like that, reminding me that I was still a woman..... I don't know what I'd have done.

"So I figured it was just until you got a girlfriend," she went on, "then it would go away..... but then you GOT a girlfriend, and you kept on looking at me that way. And another girlfriend, and another, and you kept on, what do they say now, 'checking me out?' I didn't know why, when you had these beautiful girls you were dating..... but like I said it made me feel so good that I didn't say anything, or do anything to discourage it. I liked it. I really, really...... it made me feel....."

She took another deep breath. "Well.... sometimes at night lying in bed, when I got to feeling, well, you know..... feeling like I wanted to..... YOU know? Don't you?"

I cleared my throat. "You mean feeling horny? Like you wanted to have sex?"

She blushed again, and cleared her throat. "Yes, that's what I mean. So whenever I felt that way---which was more often than I had in years, because you looking at me the way you did made me feel kind of sexy, which made me feel.... horny.... and so I would... well, YOU know, pleasure myself.... and you know what I mean by that, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but... I guess I never thought about women doing it, really. Do women do it a lot? I mean...."

She shrugged. "I wouldn't really know, honey. I hardly ever did it, I was too embarrassed and I felt too guilty. But it had been YEARS since I'd done it, I can tell you that, years since I was even interested in doing it. But I'd think about it and get feeling, you know, like what you said... well, I'd do it, yes. I even had a..."

She blushed again and covered her face in her little hands. "Oh, I can't believe I'm telling you this, but at this point, what's the purpose of keeping secrets? I had a... a device, you know....? To help? You know?"

I smiled. "I know what you mean."

She went on. "And...... when I felt like that I would think about..... you." She took my hand in hers, stroking my fingers. "I knew that was wrong, of course, imagining my own son making love to me, but... well.... it didn't FEEL wrong, honestly, it FELT right, actually, what with how you looked at me and how much I loved you and loved being with you, how much I loved being looked at and admired by you, and I figured that if I didn't actually DO anything, if I just fantasized..... well, what's the harm in a little playful fantasy?"

She looked at me, concerned. "Teddy, do you think there's anything wrong with it? I mean....."

I smiled at her. "No, Mom. I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all. I was doing the same thing you were doing, and I was thinking the same things about YOU."

She giggled again and took a deep breath. +"And so, for the last year or so, whenever I would be thinking about sex, and truthfully I thought about it A LOT.... well, I imagined that it was YOU I was sleeping with, you there in bed with me, you inside me, you kissing me, loving me, making love to me. I pretended it was you, and..... it worked."

She laughed. "It worked, it was a wonderful fantasy. Pretty soon it was practically every night that I would go to bed and fantasize about that night.... and then it WAS every night, and sometimes it was two times in one night...."

She covered her face, giggling. "Oh my goodness, it feels good to admit that. It's been such a big secret to keep." She looked up at me. "And... here comes the other big confession, then, I guess. I started checking YOU out, watching you getting out of bed and walking around the house in your underwear with that big, um, lump in your underpants.... I started looking at you the way you looked at me, looking at your hands, and your lips, and your chest, and your legs, your hands, and.... and your backside, which I have to tell you is one heck of a wonderful backside...." More laughing, more blushing.

"And whenever I'd happen to see you walking around in your underwear, I'd take a look to see what you had, um, going on down there."

She nodded toward the pillow, which was now attempting to hide a very sizeable bulge. "I've never been a very good judge, but it looked to me like you had quite a lot going on down there. And I was right!"

She reached over and snatched the pillow away, and my cock sprang free, poking insistently upwards toward the ceiling.

She stared at it, smiling, hungry. I looked at the brown patch of pubic hair between her plump thighs hungrily. And I knew we were going to have to get these things together very soon. VERY soon.

"Well, and ..... when we decided to go on this trip," she said, shifting her gaze up to my face with some difficulty, "I certainly won't say that I PLANNED for something to happen between us, because I didn't plan it, I swear to you.... and I won't say that I INTENDED something to happen between us..... I won't even say that I HOPED something would happen between us..... that would be too much..... but I guess in the back of my mind that I was....... I was...... I certainly thought about it, I even fantasized about it, about you reaching over to me in the dark in the middle of the night in our hotel room..... I guess you could say I was OPEN to the POSSIBILITY of something happening.

"Not that I ever thought it would, Teddy, I promise.... well, all right, all right, maybe HOPE isn't too strong a word. Maybe I DID hope that something physical would somehow happen between you and I. At least a little hope. Not ... not EVERYTHING, not all THIS, I mean, that was beyond my wildest dreams ... I mean, yes I had been dreaming about it, yes, that's true, but... that was a fantasy of course, and I didn't imagine it could happen in real life, but I thought, well ... you know .... if we kissed good night and it was a REAL kiss, just a kiss, you know, or a few kisses, just for fun ... and who knows, maybe cooped up together in a hotel room we'd accidentally bump into each other, or I'd accidentally see you without your underpants ... or maybe we'd have a room with only one bed and we'd ... sleep in the bed together and during the night ... just cuddle up together, you know?"

I nodded. "Just like we did."

She smiled. "Just like we did. I didn't PLAN that, Teddy, I promise you, but I'll admit that I did ... fantasize about it. About waking up in the middle of the night in your arms, our bodies pressed up together ... and maybe something would naturally happen... maybe feeling you up against me maybe things would start happening down there..."

She nodded in the direction of my big hard penis. "And maybe nature would take its course. I confess to you now that I had that... thought." Pause. Deep breath. "That hope. I hoped it would happen somehow."

She looked at me earnestly, openly. "Was that wrong? I mean, even with all we've done, was it wrong to think that, honey?"

I leaned over and kissed her, and stroked her hair, and whispered, "If it was wrong, then I'm the biggest sinner in the world because I've had hopes and dreams like that every DAY. If you and I had a hundred years together we couldn't have sex as many times as we did in my fantasies over the years. So I don't think it's wrong at all."

And she burst into a beautiful smile and she kissed me back and said, "And then after that conversation we had in the diner that night, with the waitress, where we pretended to be lovers and we sat together like we were lovers, leaning against each other, touching each other..... well.... Paul, it made me very, very..........."

"Horny," I volunteered.

She smiled. "Yes. Horny. Very. Since we're being honest. It got me to thinking about my fantasies and how I pretended it had been you, and how I WISHED it had been you, and then we went back to the room, and..... well, yes, I thought about how here we were in a hotel room, just you and I, and nobody knowing, and..... could something happen? Could it? Did I WANT something to happen? I said to myself NO, no, you mustn't think that..... it's wrong, he's your SON!..... so I took a shower. Remember that? I took a shower to cool myself off, an actual cold shower. Can you believe it?"

By this time I had started stroking my cock again, listening to her and looking at her amazingly sexy body. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother had already felt about me the way I'd felt about her, BEFORE this trip????

Her eyes drifted back to my cock as I stroked it. I saw her swallow.

She went on. "Um... well, and.... well, baby, the truth is that that cold shower didn't do anything, I was still feeling, uh.... very horny.... for YOU..... and when I got into bed, well..... the truth is, I knew I could never ever in a million years do something to you first, as much as I was wanting to touch you that night, I knew that I couldn't do it, take that initiative. It's just not in me. But if YOU did something, well.... lying there in bed I decided that if you did something that I would let you do it.

"I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe I was admitting this to myself, but I finally realized that I wanted it to happen, I wanted it to be you FOR REAL making love to me, not just a sexy dream anymore, I wanted you on top of me and inside me and kissing me all over, I wanted it to be YOUR back I was digging my nails into, YOU I was wrapping my legs around and holding you close to me while you.... while you DID IT to me.

"And I was just drunk enough after that wine to ask you if you wanted to climb in the bed with me. It was innocent enough, you know we've slept in the same bed many many times over the years.... and I told myself that, it was just so you didn't have to sleep on the floor.... but also I couldn't help thinking to myself, if he DOES want something during the night, if he DOES want to try and do something, kiss me or touch my breasts, or whatever, well, at least he'll be close and he can do it if he wants to.... well, I knew I wouldn't make the first move, but if YOU made it, well....."

She smiled, and she reached over and touched my cock with fingers that conveyed electricity. I jumped. "And you know the rest. I tried to wait but I just couldn't wait. I couldn't. I wanted you to touch me SO BAD, so finally I asked you to put your arms around me. I couldn't help myself, and then I felt down there that you were hard and big and wonderful and it was right there between my legs..... and..... well....." She squeezed me then, gently but with clear intent. It was time.

She looked into my eyes. "That's my confession, baby. Are you angry with me?"

I was already breathing heavy. I whispered, "Furious," and I moved, I slid down in the bed and nudged her over on her back and I spread her legs with my hand and she let me spread her legs, I climbed between her spread legs and she looked at me and nodded yes, yes, yes, and I took my cock in my hand and I guided it to her wet slit opening and I pushed it inside, and she LET ME push it inside her, she gasped and closed her eyes and opened her mouth when I leaned down to kiss her, and she let me kiss her, she put her arms around my head and wrapped her chubby legs around me and I started to move and she started to move with me and then we were fucking.