The Plan

This story is 100% fiction. The son is somewhere in his early twenties who is writing the story with the intention of submitting it to Literotica. I saw no need to pick a precise age other than to make him an official adult. This story may be on the slow and long side. This is not my usual slam bam thank you ma'am type story. Enjoy.

The Plan

The pussy. What is it about the pussy that we love so much? It's just a hole of flesh that at times has juices that we love to lick. It's a hole that gives way for a baby to come into this world. It is a hole for a woman to use to pleasure herself. Then there is the clitoris. What purpose does it serve? They say that it is the woman's penis that when stimulated properly can help her achieve orgasm. But what is an orgasm? Men need it to ejaculate semen into the vagina for the sole purpose to procreate.

Yet guys, we love to fuck the pussy. We love to eat pussy. Okay, maybe not all of us. Some have a distaste for the pussy. They refuse to eat the pussy. Whether it was a bad experience or the mere concept of putting their mouth there disgusts them. But we have no problems placing our cock into that juicy, wet, sometimes tight hole. We want to fuck it, right, guys?

Then there are the gay men that prefer the hole of a man, but I am not with that side of things, so I will leave it at that. But us men that love the pussy, love to fuck the pussy, eat the pussy, lick the clit, play with the hole, control her pleasure using our tongues, cocks, fingers, and even toys.

We are wired this way? Gay, straight, bi, whatever, we become wired to have a preference. This defines who we are. Then there are those that want to do what many think is disgusting, unthinkable, and that is to have relations with a family member. Could be anyone: sister with sister; brother with brother; brother and sister; son and mother; father and daughter; uncle and niece; you get the point.

I am one of those people. I want to fuck, eat, lick, and bring my mother to the point she is screaming, "I am cumming." But yet, I do not have the mother you men fantasize about, masturbate about, imagine while you are fucking another. No, my mother is a plain Jane woman. Just a simple woman.

Mom, who goes by the name Jacky, wears no makeup. She spends the day in Yoga pants, and not the sexy ones that go up the crack of your ass. She wears T-shirts; never crop tops. Her boobs are huge. No matter what, she is attractive.

Just typing about Mom is arousing me; how is it this simple woman turns me on so much? Why do I want to fuck and eat the woman that nourished me, raised me, put a Band-Aid on me when I have a cut that is bleeding? She is my protector, yet I want to achieve pleasure from her most private parts. Not only that, many of us want to fuck our mothers in the ass. A good deep dicking in that rear entry where her bowels exit the food she had earlier.

Sounds disgusting when worded like that, is it not? Well, that is the truth. Yet many of us, mother or just any woman, have us buying lube to grease up our cocks so we can fuck them in the ass. Then there are their mouths. Do we want to fuck their mouths just to shut them up? No! We love our cocks in their mouths because it feels so good to have suction on your penis. That tongue, those lips, the saliva all together bring us men pleasure.

Mom and I are close... very close. No not sexually close, we are... just very close. We do so much together. I spend less time with friends than I do with her. Usually at this age you would think I would want to be out drinking with the boys, I prefer to be home with mom doing something as simple as streaming a movie or show series. I like to get up next to her, to which she sometimes jokes, "You do have plenty of room over there." Then when I was about to move she grabbed my arm and said, "Oh stop! I was only joking. I like this." So I stayed.

I especially like the summer days here in the northern east coast. Why? That is when she is wearing her loose shorts exposing those tan smooth legs that she shaves at least once a week. I wonder if she shaves her pussy too or better yet gets it waxed so not a single hair remains. Yes people, I prefer my pussy bald. I hate hair in my mouth, I love how a hairless pussy tastes. Does not retain any odors that were once washed off but remain in the hairs. Still it is out of reach... sort of. Her pussy is inches away from where I sit, yet still it eludes me. I so desire that pussy of hers. I want her pussy above all others. Even a Victoria's Secret model could not make me want her pussy over my mother's. It's not about looks, it is about the naughtiness of it all. She is my mother and I want her sexually... I see her as a sexual animal. Ravaging me in my sleep, engulfing my cock as I wake with a morning hard-on.

I am not the only one. Just check Reddit. Not only sons are posting, so are mothers. It's all there... look for yourself. But I digress. Here I am another day next to my mother's leg touching my leg, itching to place my hand on her thigh. But I am scared... what will she do if I choose to do that one simple innocent act. Is it innocent knowing what I crave more than anything in this world is considered taboo but many crave it.

I read story after story, post after post on many platforms for ideas, suggestions, information, I seek it all. I have gone many late nights glued to the screen, much of it controlling the touchpad with one hand and stroking my cock with the other.

What if she feels the same way? What if she does not? Will she embrace my attempts, or will she shun me? Being out there in the world banished from my mother's home that was once my home all due to me giving into this craving. We all have cravings: cigarettes; drugs; chocolate; and many more. My craving is a woman, a person that raised me from birth the moment I exited her birth canal. And ironically that is the very place I want to enter once again. But only a piece of me, tongue and fingers aside, I want to make entry into the forbidden.

I try to be subtle. Not on the couch; I feel that is too much too soon. I hug her before I leave for work, I place a kiss on her cheek. When I found her cooking or doing anything in the kitchen I started to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. I even noticed goose bumps up and down her arms and she asked the first time, "What was that for?"

I could only think of one thing to say, "Just want you to know how much I love and appreciate you mom." After saying that she had a bounce in her step, almost skipped to the bathroom not long after. I fantasize she is in that bathroom masturbating to thoughts of me kissing her neck, running my hands up and down her arms. But I need to do more; I need to give her some sort of visual stimulation.

*** Getting a gym membership

I am not out of shape but nor do I appear as someone that exercises. I took it upon myself to develop my arms and chest were the primary focus but I too wanted to stay proportional. This was not a quick process but in time I will get there. In the meantime I decided to purchase a Yoga mat and using the Smart TV I would stream Yoga videos and do routines in front of the TV where she could catch me any minute.

I thought not to make this obvious to do it at night after she heads to bed. Just have the TV loud enough for her to hear through her bedroom door. In the beginning doing Yoga was challenging; weights are actually easier but I got better at it just took a month or more.

Several times doing this, I finally felt a presence behind me. I tried to find something reflective which turns out the fireplace glass door did the trick. I could see mom watching me from around the corner. At first she was there for only a few minutes, but as time went on she appeared almost each time, and stayed a little longer after each visit.

Then one day I saw a reflection of her in a sexy nightgown; it was this day I saw her massaging one of her breasts as she feasted on the sight I have before her. There was a slight chance she was more aroused by the woman on the TV but I had my doubts.

I went with boxer-briefs and nothing else when I did these routines. I even found routines that are supposed to help with your sex life resulting in much different positions than those common ones. I once even heard a slight moan from behind me but she never did anything else.

Then there were the stares, and comments, "Your arms are getting big. Keep it up honey."

I smiled and said nothing.

I then added sliding my hands up and down her arms while giving her a kiss on the neck; I even at times let it linger. With my hands sliding down her arms stopping at her wrists and my lips on her neck she had a time or two leaned into me and moaned. Then she caught herself and pulled away shaking her head and said something to get rid of me I am sure. "Go take a shower before dinner."

I choose to refrain giving her any sort of verbal response. I want to give nothing away on this slow scheme I am working on. Instead I got more daring. I have chosen movies for us to watch in the dark with more intense sex scenes; they were not hard to find thanks to Google. Her breathing increases; touching her neck; nipples showing through her shirt; legs rubbing together. Mom was getting horny. I wonder if she fought the urge to masturbate thinking of me. One time she shifted closer to me and I placed my hand on her thigh. She looked down at it and placed her hand on top of mine. I thought she was going to remove it but she just left her hand on mine and did not move an inch. As another scene of a sexual nature came onto the screen I gave her leg a squeeze feeling it shiver in response.

There we have sexual tension. I was waiting and working towards this for a while now. Patience does pay off. Then I decided to escalate things a tad. One day leaving for work I would normally give mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek but this day I placed a real kiss on her lips. I saw her eyes pop wide-open but she did not pull away. Being the one to pull-away I said, "Love you. I will bring home pizza." She was silent and just nodded her head.

Dinner that night was almost laughable. Between bites she kept looking at me which I know she was trying to either figure out what to say or even do. But I acted like everything was normal which from my viewpoint it is. I left it alone and we finished off the entire pizza and then I cleaned up and told her I was going to shower. She asked if I was going out since it was Friday night and just told her I like to spend it with her if she is okay with that.

Mom actually blushed and turned her head and said sure. After the shower and with it still being warm I decided to go without underwear and just wear a loose pair of sport shorts and no shirt. Coming into the living room I saw her eyes bug out a bit and I decided to deal with it with humor, "What? Do I look fat in this?"

"Ummm... no you do not look fat. I see the gym sessions are paying off."

"Oh thanks mom. If this bothers you I will throw on a shirt but it is quite warm today and still hot from the shower."

"No honey... I don't mind."

That night we decided not to watch any TV and instead she wanted to read a book. Seeing she was a tad uncomfortable I told her I could move and she could extend but she told me she did not want me to change because of her. So I slid a tad away from her and grabbed her legs and laid it on my lap. "There... now we both can be comfortable."

"You sure honey, I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me how? Please mom, I could bench press you."

She chuckled and resumed reading.

For myself, I was reading a pornographic story on my Kindle; I tend to upload stories from websites to my Kindle just because the Paperwhite is easier on my eyes. That night I was reading a story about a mother and son and this one was written almost professionally and it was affecting me. As I was reading I started to become erect and my cock was laying on my leg initially but started to expand and I felt it press against mom's leg.

I acted like everything was normal and I kept an eye out on mom in my peripheral vision. I saw at some point her putting the book slightly to the side to look at my legs and know what she was looking at. I decided to use this in my favor.

"Mom... I need to adjust your leg a little and raise your leg for a sec." Upon lifting her leg I openly slid my hand into my shorts, grabbed my cock, and pulled it so it was pointing straight up. Looking at mom I told her she could put her legs down but she did not hear me. She just stared at the impression my cock was making.

"Mom? You okay?"

"Yeah.. sorry. What did you say?"

"You can put your legs back down."

"Okay." And she did just that.

As we were reading the story was getting hotter by the second and I started to enlarge in my crotch area feeling my cockhead making its way past the waistband of my shorts. On top of that I was leaking a lot of pre-cum. Then I had a devious idea, more of a fetish in a way. I took my finger and picked up some pre-cum and rubbed it against my thumb and placed my palm making sure my finger tips apply some of my dew onto her leg. I noticed she looked at me briefly but then resumed reading.

For the rest of the time nothing else occurred. I eventually softened after reading the story and switched to something else entirely. As for mom she fell asleep with the book in her lap and her head back.

Knowing mom was a deep sleeper and I was... well I was horny I decided to take some liberties with her. Nothing that you would call obscene unless you are against a little adult family action. Carefully sliding myself from under her legs I sat back and started to massage her feet.

Understand I do not have a foot fetish... not in the least. But it was a last minute plan. Just wanted to see how she would react; sleeping or not. If this was anything enjoyable I would get some sort of reaction... which I did. As I was working on her soles her head started to go slightly side-to-side followed by a moan here and there. Her hands were rubbing gently and slowly up and down her body and even past her crotch sliding her finger tips up her legs.

This was a definite sign this was a trigger point for mom which I kept in the back of my mind for when she is awake and to use it to my advantage. Which happened to happen the following night.

*** Saturday night

It was Saturday, and I decided to romance mom a bit. I told her in the morning I have plans for us that require her to dress up and dress to impress. She asked why and told her because I wanted to take out my girl. She of course said she is my mom which I told her that was irrelevant and to doll herself up and I will not take no for an answer and to be ready by 7pm. I quickly left after giving her a kiss on the lips which this time I saw her close her eyes. Progress I thought to myself.

I went out and got an affordable dress shirt, pants, socks, belt, and a nice pair of shoes. I don't usually dress up and the one suit I have no longer fits me after my sessions at the gym. I also went and got a haircut at the barber and had him shave me which I never done before. If you are a guy and never got a straight razor from someone that knows what they are doing, I suggest you do so.

When I got home I put away everything and grabbed my trimmer and manscaped a bit. Not expecting to have sex but having myself trimmed down there and pit-hair removed makes me feel kind of sexy. I know that sounds kind of girly but it is the truth.

Around 6:45pm I knocked on my mom's door asking her if she would be on-time and she told me to hold my horses. Telling her I will meet her by the front-door she said she will be there soon enough. When she did arrive, HOLY SHIT! You know how I said mom is a plain Jane? Well she was not that at that moment. She was gorgeous. Mom, while mom is thick, she holds it well. Today she is in this one piece dress that she had to slide into with lubricant to get on. The skirt was well above her knees, her tits were barely being held into place. The line of cleavage was quite long. A charm right between her tits. And makeup I never knew she owned. She was a stunner and curvy one at that and I liked it... I like it a lot!

I don't know what I looked like face wise at that moment but mom did say, "Close your mouth before you catch a fly. And honey, wipe that drool off your mouth." Followed by a giggle.

Taking my arm into hers I led her outside where our Uber was minutes away. I planned to drink tonight and I wanted her to be able to do so; as such I thought it was best to get an Uber. A limo would have been overkill; not to mention expensive.

The place was romantic but not overly fancy. They served amazing Italian cuisine and the ambience was very dark. Each table had a candle light giving a glow to the person at your table. I requested a booth where we could sit side-by-side and opened the wine menu from the table. I told mom to order anything she wants, but make it a bottle. She looked at me strangely then browsed the menu till she found what appealed to her.

I was not able to properly pronounce the name of the wine so I pointed it out and told the waitress two glasses. Mom smiled and asked what the special occasion was. I told her like I said I wanted to treat my special girl. She smiled and nudged me a bit and I placed my hand on her leg a decent amount of space above her knee.

Thankfully she did not have me remove my hand and once the bottle wine arrived and they poured us each a glass we clinked glasses and I took a sip; mom on the other hand gulped it down.

"Take it easy mom. We have all night; we can stay till they close if you like."

"Just needed that. Pour me some more would you?"

With me keeping one hand on her leg I reached with the other and poured her a generous amount of liquid courage.

After the meal we emptied two bottles of wine and we both were feeling it. Mom also said she did not want the night to end and told her there was no reason for it to end. I picked this place for what it had to offer but also because there was a dance club nearby that we could walk to that played jazz and was known to be a great place for slow dancing.

I did not even say where we were headed. I just led the way as she hung onto my arm for stability and intimacy which I later learned.

When we arrived we went to the bar for another drink which I questioned if it was a good idea but mom told me to stop being a buzzkill and enjoy the night. I thought I was the one that was going to need to say that but clearly I was wrong.

We danced till the place was about to close. A few times mom pulled me in tight and started to kiss my neck and I took the risk and slid my hands onto her ass and squeezed. Upon doing that I heard mom give out a moan and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

When we departed I ordered an Uber prior to walking outside which luckily was not far from where we were at. Helping mom into the car I slid in next to her and she turned my head and gave me a big wet juicy kiss... no tongue. Grabbing me by my arm she pulled me in tight and gently fell asleep.

When we got home I had to wake mom up and help her out of the car and to the front door. Practically holding her up I led her into the house asking if she needed help. She said no but the shoes were killing her which was perfect for me; it gave me the perfect opportunity to massage her feet knowing how she reacted the last time I did it for her, and that was while she was sleeping.

Having her lay on the couch I positioned my legs to have hers in between mine. Pulling one foot closer to me she slid down the couch with her head resting comfortably. I did not waste a second and immediately started to rub into the soles of her feet which had her going right away, "Oh god that feels so good. Don't stop." And I didn't. I was so turned on by how she was dressed, and the night itself I lost track of time and must have been working on that one foot for a while.

"Hey honey... that feels great but my other foot is getting jealous."

I smiled and placed the other foot which happened to be on my crotch and the bottom pressed against my hard cock. With her foot there I felt her move it a little not knowing if she is realizing what she is doing nor did I really care. I was just enjoying myself. The night was just perfect and is going to get better but I did not anticipate what happened next. Never planned, just I saw an opportunity and went with it.

While working on mom's other foot I noticed the one against my crotch stopped moving and looked up at her with her mouth wide open and snoring. I knew she was a snorer but still she looked adorable and sexy at the same time. In addition to this I noticed the bottom of her dress slid up to her ass giving me a full view of the panties she was wearing. They were lingerie, possibly a Victoria's Secret brand for all I know. But what I did know was that there was a very big wet spot covering her pussy.

I just couldn't help myself. I love pussy as I said before and I love eating pussy so what I did was... okay immoral I still... well I just did it.

At first I wanted to get comfortable but did not want to risk ruining my clothes and on top of it a missed opportunity like this one. I quickly stripped and placed my clothes on the chair nearby, standing in just my socks and underwear. Getting in front of mom I slid my hands up her legs and grabbed hold of her underwear sliding them down till they came off. Taking a quick whiff I gently placed them to the side on the floor.

Re-positioning her legs I had them bent and spread and as a result her pussy lips opened showing a great amount of dew in between them. I just had to have a taste. Getting into position I took a long lick and ended at her clit which was quite engorged.

Taking another lick I was feasting on the one thing that eluded me all these years and I was not about to stop. Her dew tasted like heaven, the view I saw was sexier than any pussy I have encountered online and in person. It was like a perfectly shaped peach that after each lick the the lips would blossom a little bit each time and the fluids were flowing with it.

At some point I put my focus on her clit and it was affecting her because even in her comatose state she was moaning and shaking on her way to reaching her peak. She never moved her hands or arm; she just stayed like that as she was having a dream of a sexual nature. Then the words escaped her mouth, "OH GOD!" Followed by the thrusting of her hips and the flow of her juices. I latched onto her clit mercilessly flicking it with my tongue.

I continued to do so till her body relaxed and settled back onto the couch. Pulling away I looked up to her hoping to find her eyes wide open but she resumed her moment of rest. I was erect and having a mental battle with myself if I should penetrate this heavenly hole. The rational side of me lost and I slid off the underwear I was wearing and positioned myself between her legs. It was harder than I've ever been before. Angling my cock lower right to her entrance I slid forward being engulfed by her birth canal and without pause reached as far deep as the length allowed.

I took a moment of pause taking in the wetness, the softness, the heat, and her tight grip. She clearly has not had anything in her for quite some time. Using the side of the end of the couch as leverage I elevated my body and pile-drived my cock with the sole intention of dominating her, her body, and most importantly mom's pussy.

Still not completely sober due to the alcohol in my system, I lasted a lot longer than I normally do. Mom even started to moan and groan moving her head side-to-side. Upon reaching the point of orgasm I came to realize where to leave my spunk; I decided to pull-out at the very last second cupping my hand over the head of my cock depositing all I had to give into my hand. When done I rushed to the bathroom sink washing all my cum go down the drain followed by washing the soap off my hands.

Returning to her she was still very much asleep so I decided to remove all evidence of the recent activities. Working her underwear back onto her body as best as I can I then pulled down her skirt and draped her body with a blanket. I refrained from kissing her goodnight because I did not want to leave any scent or evidence of pussy on her lips as well as her face.

"Good night mom."

I headed to my bed, stripped completely naked and slid under the covers with the biggest grin on my face.

Mission accomplished.

*** Morning

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Grabbing pajama bottoms I slid them on not bothering with a shirt or underwear. I found mom at the kitchen table holding her head with one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Hungover?" I asked mom.

She just nodded. I went to the bathroom where the evidence of the night's activities are well hidden in the drain and grabbed some aspirin for the both of us. Pulling out two bottles of water I gave her one and left the pills on the table and engulfed both the water and the pills I grabbed for myself.

Mom never spoke a word, just sipped her coffee and downed the bottle of water.

"I need a shower," mom said.

Still in her dress she walked past me showing no signs of discomfort other than the effects of having too much alcohol the night before.

After being in the shower for 15 minutes I heard the water shut-off and waited for my opportunity to do the same. Seeing mom exit wearing just a towel she looked up at me but said nothing and went to her bedroom closing the door behind her..

My shower was a short one since based on the steam alone mom used most of the hot water. But it was enough to wake me up while cleaning my face of all residue and evidence of my actions from the last night.

As I was drying off I heard mom through the door.

"Honey... going to take my dress to the dry cleaners and do some errands. I will see you later this afternoon. I feel like something greasy may help me feel better. Grab some food for yourself okay?"

"Sure thing mom. Love you."

She did not reply back.

*** The following days.

Sunday the day after the previous night I was lounging around and mom eventually showed up looking a little better than how she looked in the morning.

"I'm going to bed and lay down and relax. If I don't see you in the morning before you go to work, have a great day."

Again no I love you. This is odd for her but did not think too much of it.

Like her I needed some extra hours of sleep and hit the sack at 7pm after some greasy Chinese Food Takeout.

Days came and went and I continued going to the gym, and we did our couch thing but she kept a distance from me. I was starting to get concerned and wondered if she knew something. How did she feel about it if she did?

By Thursday while at the dinner table she asked, "Honey... that night after we got home, I had this weird dream. It felt so real. Did anything happen that I may not remember?"

"Not really mom." I helped you into the house and you plopped right down on the couch, then told me how your feet were killing you so I gave you a foot massage. At some point you passed out and were so peaceful I just pulled a blanket over you."

"That is it? Nothing else?"

"Not at all mom."

Then she gave me that motherly stare like she could see right through my lies. Putting her head down she focused on the last of her meal and then went to clean the dishes but instead, this time she left her plate and utensils in the sink and said, "Can you do the dishes tonight honey?"

"Sure thing mom."

This was odd because I rarely do the dishes. Not that I don't want to help, just that she always just starts doing it. I have at times helped her dry the dishes but mostly she just leaves them in the drying rack and puts them away the next day.

I know she thinks it is a dream, or she suspects it was real, but I am most certain what she thinks may have been a dream. Did I take advantage of her inebriated state? Yes. Was it so bad? Not really if you ask me. I brought her pleasure; is that so wrong? I guess it depends on who you ask. If they think it is wrong, which part? Doing it to a woman that happens to be my mom or doing it to a woman in general that is intoxicated.

I know couples and lovers that have had relations many times never think twice about fucking while drunk. So while mom and I never had any sort of sex, our first time was unfortunately during a time she was not aware of the moment while it was happening. But she clearly suspects something.

At the couch that Thursday night after I left the dishes in the drying rack I went to the couch and planned to keep a distance from mom. Then I thought better of it. Would it be wise to change how I am normally with her? Would that be a clue of what I have done?

I thought better of it and placed myself right next to mom and she did not move an inch but she did look at me while I was reading; got to thank peripheral vision for that.

Then she lowered her book on her lap and rotated her body facing me. "Honey... you sure you do not have something to tell me?"

"Tell you about mom?" Lowering the book myself and looking at her. She just stared at me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Honey... I am your mother. I know when you are lying or holding something back and I can tell you are doing one or the other."

"Mom... I do have things I am dealing with but not ready to talk about it."

"You sure. that is all it is?"

"Yes mom."

"Hmmmm... okay." And mom then laid back onto the couch and placed her legs across mine.

While reading my Kindle with one hand, I placed the other on her leg. That simple touch brought me back to that night and just wished I could touch more.

"Scratch them. You know the gentle kind." Mom said.

Reading and gently scratching I found it was becoming hard to concentrate. I placed the Kindle to my side and used both hands using one to go down her leg and to the top of her foot. As I was getting closer to her toes she separated her legs just a few inches and told me to use the other hand to go up to her thigh.

I forgot to mention, mom was wearing a robe closed tightly shut. But even though the opening of her legs was a few inches I saw something familiar, mom's bare pussy.

'My god.. she is naked underneath that robe.' I thought to myself. Upon seeing that I looked up at mom with just her eyes visible over her book. The moment was short because she raised her book just enough that her eyes were covered.

The questions and focus was chaos in my head. I tried to act normal while trying to figure out what this means and what is going on. Is she fucking with me? Is she testing me? What does all this mean? Am I looking too much into this? That and much more was garbled up in my brain.

Eventually mom lifted her legs and bent them and turned and placed her feet on the ground and stood up. Placing her book on the table she looked at me; well not exactly, she looked at my crotch where I did not realize at the time I was hard, and it was quite obvious at that. In my defense I was focused on other things.

"I'm going to bed." Mom said.

Standing up with my cock pointing at her she then said, "You might want to take care of that before bed or you will never sleep."

Then mom leaned forward grabbing the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss that was very much a real kiss... not your typical mother and son kiss. And she held it for a bit of time.

Then pulling back mom winked at me and headed off to her room. Me... well I immediately sat back down, slid my pants down my legs, reached for the tissue box on the table and rubbed one out in less than a minute catching it all in the tissue. I then quickly worked my way to the bathroom with a tissue in my hand filled with cum, while holding my pants up and trying to get there so I could pee out the rest of what was in my penis.

But funny how life changes course. There in the bathroom was mom sitting on the toilet. I was standing there in the doorway; mom looked at me briefly, then my cock, then my hand and said, "I see you took care of it."

She did not cover up, but instead grabbed some toilet paper, dabbed her pussy, and stood up leaving her robe partially open and squeezed by me with my cock sliding across her body. "Good night," she said.

For a second time that night I jerked off and this time right into the toilet.

*** After

Sleep eluded me that night. I was going over and over in my head. What changed? Why did it change? I figured it had to have something to do with some memory of that night. But what exactly. There was not only the sex, but there was the romantic dinner. The slow dances. The kisses to my neck. She was not so innocent in this either.

Eventually I fell asleep but it must not have been as early as I liked because I barely could pull myself out of bed and get dressed for work. But I was lucky to find mom had a full made breakfast for me with not only coffee but a mug of coffee which she rarely does.

"I appreciate it, but why a travel mug?"

"No particular reason, just had a hunch you could use more coffee."

Mother intuition is a real thing I tell ya.

Mom was still in the same robe as the night before and showing a generous amount of cleavage. With her leaning over the table to pour me another cup of coffee it brought me back to that 1980's movie: Taboo. It is a story of a mother whose husband left her. The son told her at the breakfast table the following morning he wanted to stay with her, and she leaned over the table pouring him a drink, I think, and exposed her upper half to him.

As the movie goes along, they kiss which was caused by the son and later his mom sucked his cock, then they had a sex and so on. It is a hot porn movie. Was not the stepmom stepson crap we have today. It was a story of incest between two people of blood relation.

I still have a DVD of the movie and bookmarks of it as well from free streaming porn sites. I don't watch it all the time, but sometimes the mood hits me and I pop it in and grab some hand cream trying to time my orgasm to the son's after the first time they fuck.

*** Back at the kitchen

After I ate mom took my plate away and rinsed it off. What I did was not planned, I went over to mom and from behind I pulled her head back and planted an intimate kiss on her lips. She did not appear shocked, but rather happy I did it. She had a big smile on her face and said, "Have a good day at work."

I gave her a quick peck after that and told her I would be going to the gym after work so it will be a little later than normal which she told me that she will have dinner ready when I return home.

I was not only horny on my way to work, but I was also hard. When I got to work I had to wait in the car for it to go down before I met up with the guys to work on a project that we are planning to finish that day.

After work and at the gym I tried the Stairclimber a while back and while I thought it was for females I have to say it is a lot harder than a treadmill. I am not a runner, my knees don't respond well to it, so I tried it and had to say 20 minutes I was dripping with sweat. When I have the treadmill at an elevation of 10 and speed 3 sometimes a bit more I never really sweat even after 30 minutes on it.

Anyway, while on the Stairclimber I usually play a game of Online Poker but today I could not focus. I kept having images of mom's pussy from last night, then her tits, this morning, and then that kiss I gave her before leaving for work. Clearly something has changed. I just don't know exactly what, why, and how and what is the reason.

About 45 minutes later doing my last set of strength exercises I grabbed my stuff and headed back to my truck. When I got home there in the driveway was mom's car and for some reason looking at it I remember us in the Uber on our way back home and how she was with me.

Mom was as intimate with me as I was with her that night. Just the part that happened when she was passed out was all my doing. Still she was definitely enjoying herself and as I am sure about it, I figure why not make it a regular thing. But change it up so it does not get redundant.

During dinner I asked mom if she wanted to go out again on Saturday for dinner and dancing and she said yes to dinner, but said she would rather go for a walk this time by the water and less fancy. She did not want to wear the high-heels again at least this soon.

We agreed on a more family oriented restaurant where we still got a booth. Mom was in a dress, but more like a summer dress and short. I noticed when I sat next to her that it rose up showing a lot more legs. I did notice this in the car but at the restaurant it seemed to show a little more than that.

After ordering mom said no to wine but rather a Mojito and I did the same. One of my favorite drinks but the only downside to them is if made wrong they are utterly disgusting. But thankfully this bartender knew what he was doing.

After our meal mom placed her hand on top of mine and slid it high up her thigh. With some control from her it was more like her inner thigh and very close to her pussy. Close enough I swear I could feel the heat from it. Then I got risky, I extended my fingers barely making contact to that part of her body and realized she was not wearing panties.

After touching mom like that and with my hand still on her inner thigh she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I know what you did."

I looked at her with some slight confusion. She knew what I did just now or..."Not what you just did a second ago, but what you did that night we went out to dinner and danced."

I looked her into her eyes then she continued to say, "I know it was not a dream. It felt too real to be a dream. Not only did it feel real, it felt amazing. I want you to eat my pussy again."

"What?""

"Oh don't play coy with me. I know what you did. Stop lying to me. I told you I can tell, it just took me some time to realize it was real. And then eventually I found I wanted you to do it again. I know it is wrong... I don't need to tell you that. Especially doing it when I was vulnerable, but still I enjoyed it from what I do remember which was not much. Tonight I want to remember it all."

"So you are okay with this?"

"Okay with what exactly? Sex with my son? Maybe."

From there we left and did the walk even though I was anxious to have my head between her legs. She got me to open up about my fascination and obsession with her and how bad I wanted us to have sex. She commented that it was so hot. She should be disturbed by it, but kind of turns her on. She was also flattered because she knows or at least said she knows she is not a 10, but she holds herself well and cleans up nice. I agreed but left out the part about not being a 10. I told her in my eyes she is a 10 and for that she pulled me down for a kiss with some tongue action..

"Take me home. I am so wet right now."

While in the car mom placed my hand high on her thigh and told me don't get into an accident but if I can and keep the car straight to play with her pussy and I did just that. I even got some fingers in her and sucked them clean which got her to moan even after they were no longer in her.

"You really like how I taste?"

"I do, so do mom. You taste amazing."

"Good because I might not stop at one orgasm so I hope your tongue is not too tired because I want to remember this night for the rest of my life."

That night mom stripped out of her dress as she was walking ahead of me to her bedroom telling me to get undressed as well.

Naked as the day I was born I approached mom's bed with her laying on it nude, legs bent and spread, with fuck me eyes.

"Eat it you mother fucker. And honey... don't hold back."

I smothered my face in mom's pussy and she must have really been primed because her first orgasm did not take long to happen. I barely worked her clit before she roared and gyrated on the bed and said she needed a minute. After waiting for an unknown amount of time I took my time and worked on her slowly kissing up and down her thigh and licking and sucking parts of her pussy to work up and down her other thigh and repeat. Eventually she told me to stop teasing her and to focus on her clit which I did as told. She had 2 more orgasms after her first before she said, "Oh god fuck me... fuck me now." And fuck her I did.

I did not make love to mom that night, I fucked her hard and fast. I did not last that long but she did not mind after cumming three times prior, and told me to cum in her. That was so much better than cumming into my hand and tissues.

When I pulled out we laid there gasping for breath with my juices flowing out of her and wetting her bed.

---Epilogue---

After that night I never slept in my own bed ever again. We never actually discussed it, we just went with it. I had no desire to date anyone, even those women at the gym dressing half-naked wanting us men to check them out to inflate their ego.

I continued to work out and of course kept our new relationship a secret. But I apparently was not that discrete because my group of work buddies and some female coworkers asked who am I dating? I told them about an older woman which I have great chemistry with and all that other dating crap you tell people. One of the guys actually joked that I am probably dating my mom. Well he was partially right, but what mom and I do isn't dating, but more like fucking. We do make love, and go on dates, but we just need to be sure we are not caught by my coworkers but since my job is outside of the area I live in, the chances of encountering any of them is unlikely.

She has no other family left. It was always mom and I. My biological father is irrelevant; he was never in our lives so even if I encountered him in public, I would not recognize him.

Well that is my story and hoping it gets approved by those on LIterotica.