The Ultimate Intimacy

The day I went over to Mom's to move some furniture was a day when the way I felt towards her changed. Her name is Joanne.

She stood at the Island counter in her kitchen drinking coffee. Her blond hair in a ponytail. Her blue eyes smiling at me. She still had a shapely figure at forty-two. The jeans and green top she wore highlighted it. Her grey running shoes were a perfect accent to what she wore.

"Nate thanks for moving those dressers," Mom said.

"Muah, anytime mom, anything for you!", I said as I poured a cup of coffee.

"So Nate, how's work, your new place, and being twenty-one?"

"All good so far, work at the docks keeps me busy, I am alright."

"How about you mom?"

"Doing okay I volunteer at the animal shelter, that keeps me busy."

"You seeing anyone mom?"

"No Nate, your father was so abusive, when he died at work, I was so relieved, I vowed never again."

"What about you Nate?"

"Nope, nobody. Besides, I can't find anyone as pretty and nice as you."

I winked and and gave her another kiss on the cheek.

"Aww Nate, you're sweet, thank you. I wish you'd consider moving back in."

"We'll talk about it, but now I gotta go to work, MUAH!!"

I was out the door.

Joanne looked on and smiled.

"We'll Talk About It." That was an improvement she thought.

I was trying to calm my erection, when I pulled the pickup truck off the road, and ran into the woods.

I found the densest thicket of trees I could and started stroking. I saw my mom's face. I heard her gentle voice.

"Cream for me Nate, Cream for me, Cream for momma."

The shame and guilt I felt, was always overwhelmed by the desire I had for my mom. Lately that desire was eating away at my resistance to moving back with her.

Deep down, I knew I wanted more than just sex with mom. I wanted a life with her. Growing up, I saw how my father mistreated and abused her. He made her feel like she was never enough. Going through that, and watching my mother's suffering changed my feelings towards her from a son's affection for a mother, to feelings that society considered taboo. Going through puberty pushed me over the edge.

Weeks had gone by. I had gone on dates and still the desire for my mom was there.

I decided to go see her. To come clean about how I felt.

We sat across from each other at the island in her kitchen.

"I'm resisting moving back in mom, because I have sexual feelings towards you. I always have. The two times you caught me masturbating and you saw me cum, I loved it. Even when I was little, I used to love bath time, because I got to be naked in front of you. I've wanted that again ever since. My god mom, your so beautiful!"

I had tears in my eyes when I finished.

Mom put a gentle hand on my arm.

"Nate, I thought you had feelings like that. I've been noticing the bulge in your pants when you stop by, it's alright."

"I imagine you don't want me moving back in now." I said.

Mom was smiling. "I'll be right back Nate." She winked.

"Nate, go in the living room." She said upon returning. She wore blue capri pants, red shirt and running shoes.

I went into the living room to find an oversized towel spread on the floor.

Mom stood opposite me on the other side of the towel.

"Strip Nate, take everything off.", Mom said, "I don't want to see a stitch on you, do it!"

I did as mom told me. Her blue eyed gaze following my every move as my clothes feel away. I felt safe with her there, I wanted her there. I wanted to be here.

"Good Nate good!", Mom said when I was totally nude.

"Now stroke your cock for me."

Mom's voice was calm and gentle. Just like I remembered at bath time as a child.

"Good boy Nathan, now go a little faster."

The gentleness of my mother's gaze, her soft voice, compelled me to obey.

Each time mom spoke, I sped up.

"That's it good boy!"

"Oh mom this feels so so good!"

"I love you being in control mom!"

"Stroke faster baby and shoot that load for Mommy!"

"Ohhh mom!!!" I erupted, my whole body shook.

"Oh yeah, cum more baby!"

I collapsed, totally spent. My full load gone, and now on the towel. Mom came over and embraced me.

"Oh Nathan, that was a joy to watch."

"I loved you seeing it mom."

She led me over to the couch and put my head on her lap.

"I want you here with me Nate. You know going through all I did with your father, you were my refuge. Oh how I loved bathing you when you were little. The way you'd laugh, make me chase you. And I remember, you always let me undress you. The way you'd smile. When you became a teenager that stopped, and I missed so missed that."

"I've missed all that too mom. The nights you would come in my room with a sleeping bag, after fighting with dad, I was comforted you were there."

With all that said between us, we got up. Mom took my hand, I was still naked. She led me to her bedroom. Slowly I undressed her. Kissing mom all over. Sucking her nipples, and belly button. I became hard again at the taste of mom.

As she looked up at me, with gentle pleading eyes. she said, "Take me baby, please take me!"

I entered mom slowly as she moaned. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah."

I flowed into her.

"Fill me baby!"

Afterwards we lay in each other's arms in the dark.

THREE MONTHS LATER

I had moved back in and was having morning coffee after working the night shift at the docks.

Mom came in the door all smiles.

"We did it Nate, we did it!"

"Did What?" I asked.

Mom pulled out the ultrasound photo. We embraced and kissed.

Each of us knowing that the line had been crossed with this ultimate act of intimacy.

THE END