Mom And Me – A Weekend In The City

Back then, when I was twenty nine years old, I went on a summer vacation with some friends of mine. We had a blast, and I had more than just one hookup during those ten days next to the ocean. But while fucking those woman my mind tended to wander elsewhere: I was mostly thinking about my own mother while I filled them with my cum.

One day after returning home, one day after me returning into my inner city apartment, the woman I had been secretly lusting for during my vacation would come for a visit into the city I was living in. My mother would stay in my place and sleep next to me in my bed. For two nights, because she was planning to return into the small town I had grown up in during Sunday afternoon, it just would be the two of us, most likely doing some more than forbidden things.

I was more than excited, and for sure more than a little bit horny, when I took the subway over to the main train station to pick up my mother. It was early afternoon when I arrived early at my destination. The train my mom was in surprisingly was on time, so I had ten minutes to kill. To get my mind off thinking about doing some naughty things with my own mom I did some people watching.

Plenty of things were going on around me: People were saying goodbye, people were arguing, people were nervously waiting and people were behaving like morons. While looking around I also made sure that there was no one around that knew my me or even more problematic, my mother and me. And that we were mother and son, not just an ordinary couple with an age gap of more than twenty years.

Luckily I discovered not a single familiar face. So far so good, but there could be someone arriving with the train that was entering the station. Someone could be on the same train my mother was on, who hopefully was equally looking forward to be united with her son like I was looking forward to be united with my mother.

Then the train came to a standstill and the doors opened. A lot of people got out of the train, the platform got more than crowded. It was organized chaos. I tried to check out every person that walked by me, or towards me, to make sure that I knew no one.

Because I wanted to hug, to kiss my own mother. Not how a son hugs and maybe kisses the woman that once has given birth to him, more like lovers were doing such things after missing each other for some time.

I was more than willing to passionately kiss my own mother. To hug her while doing so, to hold her in my arms, to led her into my apartment, to tear the clothes of her body and then to dump a huge load into the hole I once had come out off. Fuck, how I needed exactly that. Then I saw her.

The moment my own mother came into my field of view a wave of excitement drove through my body. My mom walking down the platform, wearing a summer dress -- it was a really warm, maybe even hot last Friday in August -- it did things for me. Horny me was more than just in full swing.

But unfortunately, a colleague of my mother, a teacher working in the school my fifty two year old mom was the principal off, walked next to her. So no passionate welcome kissing, no real hugging like lovers, I had to force my inner horny animal back into his cage and go into son only mode. It was more than a demanding thing to do, but I pulled myself together.

When my mother and her coworker arrived at my position reasonable me had already won the battle against horny me. At least for the time being. I briefly hugged my mother -- feeling her that close, having her scent in my nose, it felt so good for both of us -- then I shook her coworkers hand. Then I grabbed my mothers luggage and the three of us left the main station together.

It was on our way out that my mother's coworker told me that she only would be in town for about two hours, then she would head to the airport to fly elsewhere. Once the mature teacher was done giving me the reason why she was in town, she asked me the following question: "Do you know a nice place to kill those two hours?"

After thinking about her question for a minute or two, a nice restaurant thing everything from far away from where we were at came into my mind. Some time later my mother, her coworker and me were sitting inside the stylish place giving an order to a waiter: The coworker insisted on inviting my mother and me. We weren't able to get out of it, because the two of us, we were in need of some alone time.

We were talking about this, about that, it was actually a nice get together, until the unavoidable topic came up. The coworker asked me the following question: "And is there a lucky woman on your side?"

The coworker clearly wasn't hitting on me, she just was curious. I gave her my usual answer: "So far I haven't found the fight one for something serious, but I am enjoying my life."

My answer put a smile on the coworker's face: "Yes, you are your mother's son. She gives exactly the same answer."

After she was done speaking the coworker excused herself and went to the restroom. It was my mother and me alone for the first time since she arrived in the city. Our equally lust filled eyes met each other. We more than wanted, we needed each other. A mother more than had the hots for her own son, and a son wanted nothing except mounting his own mother.

Then our hands accidentally touched. It felt more than good, it drove an excited horny wave through our bodies. We wanted each other, we wanted to fuck each other's brains out. And my mom and me, our inner horny animals would have been more than okay to do each other right now, in public, in the middle of a very popular and crowded restaurant.

My mother and me were undressing each other with our eyes when the coworker returned from the bathroom. My mother saw her walking up to us, she kicked my shin hard. The pain helped me to focus, to suppress my filthy and totally taboo urges. At least for the time being. Needless to say, my mom fought a similar battle.

It was late afternoon when my mother and me said goodbye to the coworker after making sure that she was boarding the right subway. My mom and me breathed out heavily as soon as the train took off. Then our lust filled eyes met once more, and my mother and me shared a long passionate kiss while standing in the middle of a crowded subway station.

No one of the people walking by us gave a fuck about what we were doing. Well, not entirely true, some people were annoyed that we were standing in their way and said something like get yourself a room. And that was exactly what my mother and me did.

We hurried back to my apartment. We were making out in the subway train that brought us there. Then we were holding hands, we walked as close to each other as anyhow possible while walking from to subway station to my apartment building. We ran up the stairs, we entered my place, and as soon as the door was closed behind us, our inner horny animals took control of our bodies.

We tore the clothes of each others bodies while sharing one long passionate kiss after the other. While undressing each other, while kissing each other my mother and me stumbled into my living room where my meanwhile fully naked mom ended up on the sofa.

The kissing continued for some time while our hands were all over each others bodies. Then one of her hands ended up going up and down on my rock hard dick while one of my hands ended up on and inside my mother's already more than wet pussy. We kept on going until my mother whispered the following into my ear: "Just fuck me son. Fill me up with your cum."

My mother's words put a huge smile onto my face: "The pleasure is mine, mom."

Then I made my well aged mother lay down onto the sofa. We kept on kissing while she opened her legs, and while I went in position in between her legs. We still were kissing each other while my rock hard dick slid inside my mother's already more than dripping wet pussy.

My hard one sliding inside my own mom, it felt more than good. And still, after years of doing each other, after years off fucking each other's brains out on nearly every occasion, sliding my hard one into the hole I once had came out of, it somewhat felt wrong, taboo and forbidden. It being that way still was nothing but a huge turn on for my perverted mother and her evenly perverted soon.

Once I was in my mother balls deep, I made a break. My mom and me shared one last long passionate kiss before I began to fuck my own mother. I fucked her slow and gentle. To warm her up, and to warm myself up. But it shouldn't take long until my mother moaned out the following words: "Stop holding back, son. Fuck me good."

Her words were a huge turn on for me, and a signal to just let go. To let my inner horny animal out of it's cage and fuck my own mother slow, deep and hard. It shouldn't take long and our moaning was filling my living room while more and more sweat began to run down our bodies.

Every time my dick went back and forth, in and out of my mother's pussy, it felt better and better. We came to the point were her hands where holding on to my back, where all that mattered was the more than pleasant sensation of my dick going in and out of my mom's pussy. It felt so damn good, just as if a son's dick is made for his mother's pussy, or the other way around.

Our eyes were running in circles, my butt, my tights kept on going up and down, our had already turned off, my mature mother and me were fully lost in the act. We lost track of time, track of our surrounding, track of everything but the more than pleasant sensation my dick fucking the woman that once had given birth to me.

Then it all came to an end: I came. My more than full and aching balls dumped their load through my rock hard dick as deep inside my mother as anyhow possible. I gave her a few very deep and very intense thrusts while I dumped my load. It were those thrusts that pushed my mother over the edge too.

My mom came more than good too. She let out a few very last intense moans while her hands, her fingernails scratched up my back a little bit. Then all the previously built up tension left her well aged body, and my mom drifted off elsewhere while I collapsed onto her.

Some time later my mother and me came back to our senses. Two heavily breathing people were looking each other in the eyes for some time before they shared a few gentle kisses. Then I climbed off my mother, and with my cum, with our fucking juices still seeping out of my mother's pussy -- her summer dress protected the sofa from them -- we began to make plans for the remainder of the day.

I threw in some suggestions, my mother threw in some suggestions, and in the end we came to the conclusion to order some take out food and post pone that going out into the city to Saturday morning. So my mom and me spent the rest of the evening eating, cuddling in front of the TV and enjoying each others company.

Then we went to bed, early, around ten o'clock in the evening to be well rested on the following day. Needless to say that we slept naked, cuddling next to each other and beneath one big blanket.