Cross Country Mom

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Cross Country Mom

 

Chapter 1

~~~ Tim

Mom. She was everything to me. She was caring and compassionate. She was kind and generous. She was without a fault the most beautiful human being in the world. She was also very, very pretty. Was she drop-dead gorgeous? Well to me she was. To others, she was the epitome of that down-home Midwest girl. Cute upturned nose with a sprinkle of freckles across it. Bouncy auburn hair. An expressive mouth. One that could show she was happy or sad or disappointed. I don’t think I ever saw her angry when I was growing up. I think she saved that look for dad or other adults in private. Never did she show me her angry face. Then there was the face when she was experiencing joy. It lit up the room. I have seen that face often. At Christmas when she opened my present to her. At school functions and plays where I was a participant. It didn’t matter if I won or my performance was good, she was just full of joy that I was her son doing my best.

When I graduated elementary school with honors, her face lit up with a joy I had never seen before. Then when I graduated high school, with a full academic scholarship to Princeton, her face lit up the room with that same joy. At my college graduation, Suma Cum Laude, she was beaming with pride and joy. I had a grant to follow up on research I had started in undergraduate school. I was going for my master’s and then my doctorate. I was going to be a big shot in the academic community. All the professors lauded my accomplishment. All my relatives were in awe that I even finishing high school. My mom, throughout my entire life, so far, had stood by my side and cheered me on. Even when Dad left her.

That was a low point in both our lives. Dad, after twelve plus years, decided he had enough. Enough of what, he wouldn’t say. I thought all this time he and mom were deeply in love. Maybe they had been, but if you love someone, you don’t pick up and leave them. You try to work things out. You compromise you negotiate. Well, don’t you? I mean you love them! They have been a part of your life for over twenty years. I guess I just didn’t understand and Mom was unwilling to talk about it with me. She just told me everything would work out.

I went home for the summer semester. The college wanted me to start work immediately, but I told them I had some personal business that I need to handle before I began my research. They relented, letting me call the shots, as I was the only one who knew what needed doing even to start. I went home to my Mom. I was going to care for her for a change. I was going to be bright, cheerful and help her through whatever she was feeling. I loved my Mom. I guess I also loved Dad, but he wasn’t there. In fact, we didn’t know where he was.

I talked to Mom about divorce, but she refused. Of course, there were benefits to staying married, she told me. What they were she wouldn’t say. Apparently, she wasn’t bad off when it came to money. She would never tell me where it came from, except it was something she and dad received from her dowry. I didn’t press her on the subject. She was lonely. I asked if she was attached to the house. She wasn’t. I then asked if she would like to come live with me until she found a place of her own in Princeton.

“I would love that,” she beamed at me. “That is so kind of you. You have been away for a long time. I miss having you around.”

“Mom! I have missed you too.” I was now embarrassed.

Over the next month, we put the house up for sale. Sold off a lot of the clutter in the house. Some of it was worth a fortune. Those pieces we kept. We had everything Mom was keeping packed up and shipped to a storage facility in Princeton. Then we packed up Mom’s personal things and left for New Jersey. Did I mention we were driving? From San Francisco? In Mom’s Audi? The trunk was full as was the backseat. Well, what there was of it. Before Dad had left, he had bought Mom a brand new Audi RS 5 Coupe. It was a dream to drive and had enough get up and go to please even my lead foot.

We started early in the morning. It was a Saturday so I drove across the bay and hit the highway on the other side. I was taking I-80 across the country. The ride was so smooth that Mom fell asleep as I cruised down the interstate. After a few hours, I needed to stop. One I had to pee, the coffee I had drank wanted to escape. Two, I was hungry. I had skipped breakfast in order to get us on the road. The next exit boasted a bunch of fast food spots and a Big J truck stop. I could gas up at the same time.

“Mom,” I said softly giving her shoulder a shake.

“Wha…” she mumbled.

Her eyes opened. When she saw me she smiled brightly. I smiled back at her.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

She thought for a few seconds, then smiled again. “I am. I also need to pee,” she said tugging on her seatbelt urgently.

“Restrooms are inside,” I told her pointing to the restaurant in front of us.

“Yes, of course,” she replied calming down as she opened her door and swung her legs out.

I hurried to get out and get to her side of the car to help her. She was just trying to stand as I arrived. She was a little wobbly. I put my hand under her arm, gripping her gently, yet firmly, and helped her get her bearings. I reached around her and flipped the car door closed. She turned, put her ass against the car fender, and looked up at me with her beautiful smile.

“Just let me get my legs back underneath me,” she said softly.

“Of course Mom, take all the time you need,” I told her taking both her hands in mine to help her steady herself.

“That’s nice,” she said giving my hands a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, it is. I have always enjoyed holding your hand. They were always so warm when I was growing up in Appleton.”

“It did get cold there in the winter, didn’t it?”

“It did. I remember coming in from playing in the snow, hands red with the cold. You would take each one and grasp them between yours and warm them up. It felt so good, just like now.”

Mom cleared her throat, pushed herself off the car. She was standing right up against me. She pulled her hands from mine and placed them on my chest. She patted my chest, then pushed me away gently. I stepped back, turned, and offered my arm to Mom. She smiled, placed her arm through mine, and waited. I stood there looking at her. I was filled with feelings…feelings I couldn’t comprehend just now. Mom cleared her throat again. I grinned with embarrassment and led the way into the restaurant part of the truck stop.

We both rushed to the restrooms. I finished first. I stood waiting, but only for a few seconds. Mom was there, beside me, waiting. I offered her my arm once more and led the way to an empty table. The place was only moderately crowded. A waitress came right over and took our drink orders. We both ordered a diet soda. When the waitress came back we were ready to order our meal. We just ordered a couple of cheeseburgers and fries. We both ate. There was very little conversation while we did.

When we finished eating, I drove around to the pumps and filled the tank. It was only half empty. Then we were back on the road traveling northeast on the I-80. As we crossed into Nevada we whizzed through Reno. It was only two in the afternoon and the tank was still three-quarters full, so I pushed on. Mom had been quiet as I drove. I too had nothing to say really, yet I wanted to get to know my mom. I had been gone a long time with only short trips home on holidays or over the summer semester.

“Mom, how have you been since I last saw you?” It was lame, but I did want to talk, not just ride in silence.

“Oh, Honey, I’ve been fine. A little lonely, but I had things to do to keep myself occupied. How have you been?” Mom always tried to deflect any question about her.

“Fine. Worked really hard to prove my theory. Did. Got the grant. Two grants actually. When we get to Princeton, I’ll be working hard again. Long hours. Weekends. You will have to find something to occupy yourself again.”

“I will I’m sure. There are all kinds of places I can go, do, and participate in. Don’t you worry about me.”

“Mom, I always worry about you.”

“That’s sweet dear, but there is no need.”

“Of course there is. You’re my Mom.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me,” Mom said blushing deeply.

Silence fell once more inside the car. We were crossing the most desolate part of Nevada. For miles and miles in all directions, there was nothing but desert and mountains, none of which had any vegetation on them. At first, it was interesting, then quickly grew boring. It was also hot outside. The outside temperature showed one hundred and one degrees on the gauge on the dashboard. Lucky the air conditioner was in perfect working order.

“So what did you do with your time Mom?” I was interested with how she kept herself busy.

“Oh, I volunteered at the hospital. I did some counseling at my church. I played bridge with some of the women at the local senior care facility. And various other things.”

The way she glossed over those other things piqued my interest.

“What other various things?”

“Things,” she said with a catch in her throat.

“Okay, okay,” I laughed. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay with me.”

“Oh my dear Tim,” she said softly. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about those things, I can’t…I shouldn’t talk about those things with you.”

“Ah, I see,” I said.

I didn’t say another word. Not for a long time. Then it was Mom who spoke.

“After your father left, I found I had certain needs. There were a select group of men in my life after your father.”

“Mom, I didn’t mean to pry. I was only interested in your wellbeing.”

“I know. And who and what I did with them will remain private. But I did what women across the world do when they are lonely, I sought out male companionship.”

“Honest Mom, I don’t need to know if you don’t want me to.”

“I know dear, I just thought you should know I have not been celibate since your father left.”

“I would like to know what that was about.”

“I’m afraid you will just have to wonder as I will not discuss that with you.”

“Okay, I get it, none of my business.”

“Yes, it isn’t.”

I looked at Mom out of the corner of my eye. She was shivering.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“No dear,” she said reaching over and taking my right hand in her left. It was warm and soft. I was suddenly in heaven and didn’t know why. We drove on, in silence.

Chapter 2

~~~ Mom

Timmy had just asked me about his father, again. I knew I would have to tell him eventually, but not yet, not now. He was so sweet. So grown up. He had also turned into a very handsome man. He was tall and well built. I knew he was strong by the way he moved the boxes at the house around with ease. His eyes were a piercing blue. His hand was strong under my fingers. His skin was soft, the muscles rippled under my fingers. I was suddenly warm, yet my body kept shivering. I squeezed his hand in mine as he drove on.

“Tim, why all the questions?”

“I’m interested in who you have become and what you are doing, just as you are always interested in what I am doing.” He seemed surprised by my question.

“Of course dear, of course. I am always interested in you and what you do. After all, you are my son.” He squeezed my hand. A shiver ran down my spine.

“And you are my mother, so why shouldn’t I be interested in you and what you do?”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be, it’s just the first time you have ever asked about me.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

He looked at me, smiled, then turned his eyes back to the road. I turned looking out the front window. The landscape flowed by. It was desolate. Flat, reaching to mountains in the distance. Glancing at the temperature gauge on the dash, I saw it was extremely hot outside. My car was purring along unperturbed by the heat out there. Again I looked at Timmy, my dear sweet Timmy. He was so handsome, so strong. Why if I hadn’t raised him, I would be drooling over him, not that anyone like him would notice an old lady like me. Although, I had noticed some young men at the hospital gazing at me when I walked by.

The silence between us continued. It seemed that hours and miles just flowed by. Timmy seemed content to just hold my hand, every once in a while giving it a gentle squeeze. I too was content. I was happy. I was going to live with my son. At least until I found a place of my own. I surely didn’t want him to have the stigma of living with his mother hanging over his head. Good god, a twenty-five-year-old living with his forty-year-old mother, what would people think. Not that I care one little damn.

“Let me know when you are hungry and we’ll stop for dinner,” Timmy said, shocking me out of my revere.

“Yes, yes I will,” I stammered.

He squeezed my hand and I settled down. My mind had wandered. I was not a person to worry about what others thought of me. I could care less. I did, however, feel I had to consider what those people thought of my son and heaven help them if…well I wasn’t going there just yet.

Timmy drove. At some point in time, he had turned on the radio. There was soft, gentle jazz filling the car. I found I was enjoying it very much. Then I realized that it was my playlist he had started. Smiling I squeezed his hand.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

I must have fallen asleep again. I woke as the car rumbled as it slowed. Opening my eyes, I saw it was getting dark. Timmy was pulling off the interstate. I didn’t catch the name of the town or city where we were exiting.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Timmy said as he negotiated a turn onto a local road.

“You shouldn’t have let me sleep, now I will never get to sleep tonight.” I wasn’t mad, just a little perturbed.

“I’m sorry, now I know. It was a little lonely, but you looked so peaceful and pretty sitting there oblivious to the world.” I blushed when he called me pretty.

“Where are we?” I croaked.

“Wells. Do you want to get a room or eat first?”

“Let’s get us some rooms, so I can freshen up. Then we’ll eat.”

“Fine by me,” Tim laughed, “but you look marvelous already.”

I blushed again as I fluffed my hair where it was flattened by my leaning against the seatback while sleeping. Tim pulled up in front of a Motel 6.

“I’ll be right out,” he said opening his door and stepping out.

I watched as he went into the office. I shiver ran down my spine and a flush washed over me. I was suddenly on fire. A fire that lasted a split second. My mind raced with thoughts I hadn’t had for a long time. Yet these were about my handsome son. How could I be thinking these things? I shouldn’t be thinking these things. I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. I shook it once more just to make sure they were gone.

Then Tim was walking out of the office with a puzzled look on his face. Instead of getting in the car, he walked around to my side. Leaning down, he indicated I should roll the window down. I did and he leaned down to look at me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It would seem we picked a bad time to stop here.”

“Why is that?”

“This week the local casino is having its world poker tour playoffs and every motel, hotel, b and b is booked solid. They do have one room here or we could get back on the highway and hope that there is a place in Wendover, but they too have some kind of poker tournament.”

“How big is the bed?” I asked.

“It’s a king-sized, in the honeymoon suite or what goes for a honeymoon suite here.”

“Get it, we won’t be here but the night and neither of us is exceptionally big that we would take up that much room in a king-sized bed.”

“Okay then,” Tim said smiling as he pushed off the car and headed back into the office.

Chapter 3

~~~ Tim

I signed the register and took the keycard from the countertop. Smiled at the cute blond behind the counter and headed back out to the car. Our room was just across from the office. Climbing in the car, I smiled at Mom and slipped the car into gear. I slowly turned to the right and pulled up in front of the door with the words “Honeymoon Suite” emblazoned on it.

“Oh dear,” Mom whispered.

“Things will be just fine. Maybe there’s a couch I can sleep on…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’ll be just fine in the bed.” Mom wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t frowning either.

I climbed out, went around, and helped Mom out. We both stood outside the door looking at the garish sign. I slipped the keycard into the slot and heard the lock click open. Pushing the handle down, I opened the door and waited for Mom to enter first.

“Oh my,” she croaked as she stepped to the side to let me in. “It would seem that this room is not used much.”

“Yikes.”

The room was pink. Every conceivable shade of pink you could think of. The king-sized bed was round on a raised platform. It looked like an altar. An alter where the virgin would be sacrificed to the gods. I could even see soft leather straps curled up at the foot or what I thought of as the foot, of the bed. There was a couch of sorts off to the side, yet no one would ever think of sleeping there. It was as if someone took two large chairs and nailed them together in such a way that the people seated in them would face each other.

“Well this is interesting,” Mom said, stepping further into the room.

“Indeed,” I answered, letting the door close softly behind us. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes. Let’s find ourselves a nice restaurant,” Mom said.

“Right, let me ask at the office. I’ll be right back.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

The cute blond behind the desk gave me directions to the best restaurant in town. As I drove to the restaurant, Mom was silent. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was pensive. She glanced over at me every few seconds as if to say something, then thought better of it. I just grinned.

The restaurant was very nice. It wasn’t up to the standards of Princeton restaurants. But it would do in a pinch, to take a beautiful woman out to eat. And Mom was certainly a beautiful woman, no matter what she said about herself. During dinner, I kept the conversation light as we both enjoyed our food. It was good, excellent in fact. A little surprising for such a small town.

After dinner, we returned to the motel and our garish room. As we entered again, Mom began laughing. Turning to me she hugged me. I hugged her back. Then she pushed back and looked into my eyes.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.

“Okay. Do you need your back scrubbed?” I said jokingly.

“No…you naughty boy,” she laughed swatting my arm.

I pulled her back into my arms for just a second and kissed her on the cheek. She sighed as she pushed me away. Then she turned and hurried into the bathroom.

“Damn,” she yelled.

“What?”

“There’s no door to the bathroom!”

“Ah, I’ll step outside while you shower.”

“And what will I do while you shower?”

“Look the other way?” I quipped.

Mom scowled at me. She climbed into the shower with all her clothes on. Once she closed the door, she disrobed, tossing her clothes on the top of the shower door.

“What are you going to do when you’re done?” I shouted.

“Make sure you’re looking the other way.”

“I will, I promise.”

Mom started the shower. I stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers, grabbed the remote, and turned on the T.V. I flipped through the channels until I found the news channel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched the ticker at the bottom of the screen. Every once in a while, I glanced over at the bathroom. Smiling I watched as Mom washed. She would find out when I was in there, just how transparent the glass became when wet. God, she was beautiful.

Her washing her breasts mesmerized me. They weren’t the biggest in the world nor was she flat. They looked to be a nice handful, with dark areola. She wasn’t shaved, but her pubis was nicely shaped. When I was in there, I hoped she liked what she would see. As she stood under the water rinsing, I turned back to the television. I had to get my boner under control before I stood to take my shower.

Chapter 4

~~~ Mom

As I opened the door of the shower, I glanced out at Tim. He was sitting on the bed with his back to the bathroom, just as he promised, watching the news on the television. Grabbing a towel off the rack, I stepped back into the shower to dry myself. The towels were huge. When I was done I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out into the room.

“Okay, Tim, you can take your shower,” I told him.

Turning he smiled at me, then whistled at me wrapped in a bright pink towel.

“That has to be the brightest pink I have ever laid eyes on,” he laughed as he went to the shower stall.

“They are, aren’t they,” I laughed. The towels were pretty garish.

As Tim climbed into the shower, I pulled my bag open and pulled a pair of panties and a t-shirt out. The t-shirt was an extra long one, more of a night shirt. The panties were white cotton briefs, granny panties the kids called them. Pulling them on I dropped the towel to the bed. Then once dressed I picked up the towel and started to dry my hair.

As I sat on the bed I glanced over at the shower. I don’t know why, but I did. I gasped at what I saw. Tim was standing under the cascading water. I could see the dark patch of pubic hair at the juncture of his legs. I could also see the long flaccid penis he sported. My pussy suddenly flooded with fluid. My insides convulsed. My nipples popped out, hard and aching. I was still drying my hair and couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my son in the shower.

Then it dawned on me, he had seen me in all my naked glory. My pussy convulsed at the thought of him watching me shower. It convulsed again as I watched him wash his cock. I shivered at that word. Then I groaned as he stroked it in his fist. My god what was I doing. I tore my eyes away from the sight of him masturbating. God, I was wet. The thoughts of him over me flashed through my mind. I shook my head to clear it. The thoughts persisted. I suddenly found my hand rubbing my clit as I watched Tim stroke his long, lovely cock.

Then I was coming. Eyes close, I squeezed my legs together, clamping my hand to my pussy. Then the shower shut off. Pulling my hand from between my legs I grabbed the towel and scrubbed it against my face. The chill of the wet towel calmed me somewhat. I shook my head. My hair flopped about, the cold of its wetness cooling me even more. By the time I heard Tim step out of the shower, I was calm once more. I went back to drying my hair and watched the T.V. to distract me from the thoughts flashing through my mind once more as I listened to Tim dress.

Then the bed moved beside me. Turning, I looked into my son’s eyes. He smiled as he looked into mine. I just continued to rub my hair with the towel in my hands. Nodding, Tim rose and walked to the left side of the bed. Although with a round bed were there really any sides?

“Well, I’m beat. No need to keep the volume down on the TV, my roommates in college never did and I was able to sleep. Good night Mom.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I pressed my face into his kiss for a moment, relishing his touch. Then his hot lips were gone and he was sliding under the covers.

“Good night Tim,” I told him a slight shiver running through my body.

Shaking my head to dispel all those nasty thoughts I was having, I too slid under the covers. I lay on my side as I watched TV. Soon Tim was snoring softly as the poor dear dropped off to sleep, while I was wide awake. I vowed to stay awake tomorrow as my son drove.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

I woke in a warm embrace. I could feel the strong arms as they squeezed me to the powerful chest behind me. Then hardness pressed against my ass. I moaned at the feel of a hard man behind me and pressed my ass against his hardness. It pulsed against me, slipping deep into the crevice of my ass. My panties were now pulled tight against my pussy, the friction on my clit made me wet. A hand brushed my nipples as the arms let go of me. The delicious hardness moved away from my ass. I sighed in disappointment as he rolled away from me.

~~~ Tim

I pressed my cock into the crevice of Mom’s ass one last time as I rolled over. All kinds of dirty, filthy thoughts raced through my mind. She was so beautiful. I loved her so much but didn’t want to offend her with my advances. I closed my eyes as I heard her sigh.

~~~ Mom

The sun was shining through the curtains. As my vision cleared, I saw Tim standing in the bathroom, peeing. His shorts were down around his knees. His ass was clenched and his stream was loudly splashing into the bowl. Suddenly, I too had to pee. I closed my eyes as Tim’s head swung around to look at me. I heard the toilet flush and my bladder gave me a twinge. Flipping the covers back I jumped up and almost ran to the bathroom. Shit, no door.

“Problem?” Tim asked looking at me.

“No.” I pushed my panties down and quickly sat on the toilet.

Tim stood there watching. I let loose, my steam sounding loud as it splashed into the water in the bowl. As I watched Tim, I saw his cock slowly become erect. It pulsed as he watched and listened to me pee. Then I was done. I cleaned myself, stood, and pulled up my panties quickly.

“Enjoyed that did you?” I asked standing there with my hands on my hips.

“Yes,” Tim croaked, his erection still pulsing.

I just laughed as I grabbed my skirt from my bag and slipped it up my legs.

“Get dressed, we have a long way to go and I’m hungry.”

“Okay, mom.”

We were both dressed and out the door in next to no time. Tim drove down the road to a fast food place and bought us something to eat. We were back on the road doing seventy miles an hour through the desert.

Chapter 5

~~~ Tim

For the first couple of miles, Mom and I didn’t say a word. The scenery was getting nicer as we left Nevada behind and entered the great salt flats in Utah. Yet after a while, even the unusual sights here soon grew monotonous.

“So Mom,” I said startling her out of her revere. “What is it that you do at the hospital?”

“A little of this a little of that.”

“Mom?”

“I help those who can’t help themselves. You would be surprised at how many people need help.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh Tim, you would. Even those with family, need help. So many families just can’t visit family in the hospital for one reason or another. What I do is sit with the sick and infirmed. We talk, I read to them, I make sure they are comfortable. I…”

“You are an angel,” I told her.

She blushed deeply at my words. Then leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Mom you are. By your own description, you brought comfort and peace into many lives. You are an angel.”

“I suppose, but I was just helping people. Many of them became good friends for a short time. A few who I still stay in contact with.”

“Oh, I hope you leaving won’t upset those contacts?”

“Heavens no. We just exchanged Christmas cards and things like that.”

We talked for a long time. Mostly about Mom’s volunteer work at the hospital and church. We were in Salt Lake City in next to no time, but the car needed gas.

“Hungry?” I asked Mom.

“Yes, I am,” she smiled looking ahead.

“You want a sit-down or fast-food-style place?”

“Fast food, we really need to keep going. You have to get to work.”

“Yes ma’am,” I laughed pulling into a Burger King.

I ran inside and got us some burgers, fries, and milkshakes. We ate in the car in the parking lot. When we finished I dumped the garbage in the trash can. I then pulled over to the gas station and filled the car up. Mom ran to the restroom. She came out as I was finishing the fill-up.

“My turn,” I shouted as I headed for the restroom.

~~~ Mom

I stared at Tim’s butt as he trotted over to the restroom. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even though I tried. I stood next to the car in the cool air that swirled around me. The air felt good and cooled me down. Even though we had talked as Tim drove, I couldn’t get the feeling of his hard cock between my ass cheeks last night, out of my mind. I still felt it, even now. I sighed as a gust of wind ruffled my hair cooling me off. Then Tim was trotting toward the car. I opened my door and climbed in. Tim climbed in, started the car and we were on the road to the highway.

For the next hour, Tim drove and we didn’t speak. My mind kept running about what happened this morning. Looking up, I saw that we were heading into the mountains as we drove out of Salt Lake. No more dull, flat, desolate landscapes. I smiled as we started going up. After about a half-hour my ears popped as the pressure changed.

“So where do you think we’ll be when it’s time for dinner?” I asked.

“Let’s see,” Tim said reaching for the navigation system the car was equipped with.

He pressed on the screen and it came to life. He did some more pressing and a map appeared with a route on it.

“There. Rawlings. It’s about four hours away. That should put us there about six.”

“What motels are there?”

“Let’s see…a Holiday Inn Express,” Tim said grinning at me.

“That will do,” I replied laughing.

“All right then,” Tim said shutting the nav system off.

“Have you found yourself a girl?” I asked truly interested.

“Mom,” Tim croaked.

“Oh Honey, I’m just interested if you have found companionship,” I said trying to ease his ruffled feathers.

“Mom,” he cried.

“Okay, okay, no more questions like that.”

Silence once again filled the car.

Chapter 6

~~~ Tim

Mom had just asked if I had a girlfriend. I didn’t have a steady, but there was one young lady who I really liked. We had gone on a couple of dates and had fun together. She was very pretty and had helped me with my project, so we had worked very closely.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“There is someone.”

“Is she nice?”

“Very. She helped me with my work. We have also been on a couple of dates, nothing serious yet.”

“You did say yet? So there could be something serious in the future?”

“Mom. Yes. Yes, there could be. She is going to be working with me on the project.”

“Good. I’m glad you have someone. Does she make you happy?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you happy when she is around?”

“Oh, yes. Very.”

“Good.”

Silence. I watched the road as we raced through the forested hills. Mom’s car was so quiet, just a slight throaty sound, you could hear the wind as we glided down the road. My hand was on the shift lever when Mom placed hers on mine. I glanced over at her. She smiled and nodded toward the front. I turned back to watch the road flow by.

“It will be nice to spend time with you. When you are home that is.”

“That’s why I asked you to come. I have felt a loss deep in my heart without you around.”

“Oh, my,” Mom said huskily. “I have missed you too. Very, very much.”

~~~ Mom

We rolled into Rawlings an hour ahead of Tim’s estimate.

“Are you hungry?” Tim asked.

“Not really. Are you?”

“No,” he said fiddling with the nav system. “We could just keep driving. In another two hours, we can be in Cheyenne.”

“That would put us there at seven.”

“Yes. We have enough gas to get us there, but we might stop along the way to fill up.”

“Do it.”

Tim stepped on the accelerator and our speed increased as we rolled through Rawlings. Looking at the speedometer, I saw we were going eight-five miles an hour. Ten miles an hour over the speed limit. It only felt as if we were doing forty-five. I loved this car. Sometimes if the speed was just right and I sat just right, the vibrations coming through the seat would…there it was.

I was becoming increasingly excited. My labia were being vibrated most pleasantly. I placed my hand on Tim’s. This time he didn’t look my way. My orgasm raced through me as I bit my lower lip to keep from making a sound.

I closed my eyes as the vibrations continued. Tim turned his hand so he was holding mine. Another orgasm ripped through me. It was hard not to make a sound. It was hard to keep my body still.

“Mom, you all right?” Tim asked.

I opened my eyes, turned to look at him, and smiled.

“I’m fine dear, just fine. A little tired. Don’t let me fall asleep.”

“I won’t Mom.”

We cruised down the highway.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

My attention was drawn back to the front as we slowed. Tim was slowing quickly as he aimed the car at the exit up ahead. I saw the glowing sign of a gas station just off the highway. I suddenly had to pee.

“Gas?” I asked.

“Yes and I have to pee,” he said.

I giggled.

“Me too,” I said.

When we pulled into the station we both got out of the car.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Laramie,” Tim said walking with me to the station building.

Tim got both keys and we went around the side of the building. The women’s room was clean at least, but there was a lingering odor. I hurried and returned the key to the man inside. Tim was standing at the car filling it with gas. I climbed in and waited. Several things went through my mind as I did. The main thing was what had happened, was it just this morning. I shivered as I thought about the feelings, both physical and emotional.

“All ready?” Tim asked as he got in the car and started the engine.

“Yep. How much longer?”

“Twenty minutes should put us at this little sleazy hotel where a man can take a woman and make all the noise they want.”

“Now I’m sure there is a nicer hotel than that in Cheyenne?”

“Of course Mom,” Time said laughing. “There are several. Holiday Inn okay?”

“Sure, we should be able to make all the noise we want there too and have clean sheets to lie on.”

Tim gasped, then laughed nervously. I smiled as we pulled back out onto the highway. True to his word, twenty minutes put us in the Holiday Inn parking lot. I was almost sorry. I wondered the whole way what it would have been like at the sleazy hotel, making all the noise we wanted. We had to go through the lobby to get to our room, hence the designation hotel.

“Two rooms?” Tim asked.

I stood there looking into his eye, the sleazy hotel pictured in my mind.

“No, one with two beds would do,” I told him. He smiled at me nodding.

Tim carried the overnight bag. We were on the third floor and the room was nice. Not great, but nice. I was still thinking about the sleazy hotel as I went into the room. There were two queen size beds, a couch an easy chair, and a coffee table. I stood in the middle of the room, stretched my arms above my head, and listened to the muscles pop. Tim gasped as he heard that.

“That’s what happens when you sit all day,” I told him.

“Hungry?” he asked smiling.

“Sure, what’s close?”

“It looks like there are several nice places. Steak…”

“No, not steak.”

“Okay…Chinese…”

“No, not Chinese.”

“All right…Italian…”

“That’s it, Italian. I love a good Chicken Marsala.”

“Okay, Italian it is. How did you know it was a Carrabbas?”

“Just a wild guess,” I replied smiling.

Dinner was great. The chicken was excellent. The wine was too. I think I had too much, but I wasn’t driving so I didn’t care. I was happy and I wanted to feel good. Wine made me feel good.

Chapter 7

~~~ Tim

I enjoyed dining with Mom. We talked about a lot of things. She inquired into what exactly my project was. Now Mom is a smart woman, but after about ten minutes of me droning on, she waved her hands in front of her face and told me she gives up. We both laughed. Mom was giggling by the time we were finished. A little too much wine, but I thought it might do her some good.

When we returned to the hotel, Mom calls the shower first. This time I wouldn’t be able to watch, there was a door on the bathroom. I flipped on the TV and turned it to the news channel. I always like to know what’s going on in the world. Mom was in the bathroom for thirty minutes or so. She came out in her t-shirt and panties. No big deal. I headed for the shower. It took me ten minutes.

I flopped down on my bed, flipping the covers down, and lay there in my t-shirt and boxers. Mom was lying with her feet at the head of the bed, on her stomach, chin propped on her hands. Her t-shirt had ridden up and her panty-covered butt was visible. I just stared at her ass. It was covered, but her panties hugged her ass cheeks. She looked so sexy. I shook my head and rolled over closing my eyes. I was beat from the drive.

~~~ Mom

I heard Tim come out of the shower. I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t watch him. I guessed he was disappointed too. I felt his eyes on my ass. I could also see him in the mirror on the wall. I didn’t move. When he rolled over and pulled the covers up I exhaled not realizing I had been holding my breath. I waited for a little, then moved to the head of my bed. I switched off the TV and lay down. I lay there, in the dark, thoughts I shouldn’t have racing through my mind.

I suddenly froze. I thought I heard something. Silence filled my ears. Then my bed moved. My heart was racing. My breath short, as I felt Tim lie next to me. I rolled over to face him. I was nose to nose with him. He looked a little startled.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

He just gazed at me. Then his lips were pressed to mine. Gently. I didn’t pull away. I should have, but I wanted to kiss him. As seconds passed, his lips pressed to mine harder. When I brought my hand to his face and gently caressed his cheek, he sighed. He slipped his right arm under my head, his left came up and over my side, his strong hand flat against my back.

I moaned when he pressed me to him. Our legs entwined. I rubbed his calf with the flat of my foot. He moaned. Then our kiss became frantic. His tongue touched my lips. I almost pulled back, but instead, I opened my mouth to allow him access. When his left hand moved to my ass, I sighed with pleasure. Then his hand was inside my panties, his hand against my bare ass. I froze. If I let this go any further, I knew our relationship was changed forever.

“Wait,” I said, pushing him back from me.

“What?” he asked confused.

“Tim, my dear Tim. If we go any farther…”

“I know…”

“The question I have is, can you…can I…can we handle…”

“I don’t know. I just know how much I love you. How much I…how long I have wanted something like this…”

“Timmy.”

“It’s true. For a long time now I have…lusted for you.”

“Timmy!” I was shocked, but I knew what he said was true, for I had felt the same for some time now.

“Mom…”

“Call me Beth…please. If we do this… mom is not a word I want to hear out of your mouth in bed.”

“Beth, I love you.”

“Oh god.”

I stared into his eyes. I saw a fire there. I saw passion. I saw lust. I pulled his lips to mine. He squeezed my ass. I groaned and shuddered at his touch. We kissed for a long time. Then Tim moved his hand to my breast. I shuddered at his touch. My pussy was on fire. Suddenly, I need him inside me. I pushed him away. The look on his face almost broke my heart. When he saw me pull my t-shirt off as I climbed to my knees. His eyes lit up. When I pushed my panties down my thighs. He ripped his boxers off in a flash of cloth and flesh.

I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. I leaned down and kissed him hard, then sat back up. Reaching behind me I grabbed his hard cock. He gasped at my touch. He was hard as steel. I rubbed the head against my labia. I moaned. I groaned. I sighed loudly. Then I sat on his hard cock. It was in me all the way in an instant. I just grunted. Then the shaking started as I realized what I had just done. Tim was looking up at me. His mouth was open, his eyes wide. His hands were on my tits, gently caressing my flesh.

“Oh god,” I cried.

He was touching places inside me that hadn’t been touched in a long time. He moaned as my pussy convulsed of its own accord. We had done it. We were coupled together like lovers. I couldn’t move. My pussy was holding him still. I was shivering as if an arctic chill had swept through our room. My mind was in a frenzy. My pussy was still on fire.

Slowly I lifted off my son’s hard cock. I groaned as it pulsed inside me.

~~~ Tim

I was inside her. My beautiful, loving mother was sitting on my hard cock. It felt wonderful. She looked wonderful. Her tits were magnificent. I held them in my hands as she slowly lifted off my cock. Then she was sliding back down to engulf my manhood with her pussy. I sighed loudly.

“God Mom, that feels so wonderful.”

“Yes, it does. I thought I told you to call me Beth,” she hissed rising up off me again.

Then she lifted up once more until I almost fell out of her. Looking down at me she smiled evilly. Then she slammed her pussy down onto me hard. Up, down, she was pounding her pussy down onto my cock as hard and as fast as she could. I just lay there, letting her do as she pleased. She started coming on the third of fourth slam. She looked so pretty, her face all scrunched up, her eyes rolled up into her head, tits bouncing as she fucked herself on my cock.

“Oh god. Fuck. That…feels…so… good. Oh god,” Mom cried out as she fucked me.

I held her, my hands on her hips as I watched her tits flop up and down with her movements. I could feel my balls tighten as my pending orgasm grew close. She was wonderful. I loved her. I loved the way she was using me. She slammed down on me one last time, shaking and shivering.

“Oh god, what have I done,” she cried out. “Oh fuck,” she yelled shaking violently.

Her eyes were staring down at me as I looked up at her. I just nodded and pressed my cock up into her body.

“Oh Timmy, oh god,” she said still shaking.

Pulling her body down to me, I kissed her hard. I rolled until she was under me. Now it was my turn to use her. Her eyes opened wide as she realized I now had control. I slowly pulled my cock out until just the tip was inside her body.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“Beth, I will never, ever, hurt you,” I told Mom.

I slammed into her, our pelvises slapping together. I could feel her clit mashed between us. She screamed.

“That’s it. This is the no-tell motel where you can make as much noise as you wish,” I told her slamming into her once more.

She screamed again. Then I was pounding her into the mattress. The bed was complaining loudly as I fucked my mom. My cock was on fire as it slipped in and out of mom. She was…she…was good. Her pussy was gripping me as I slipped out and let me plunge in unimpeded.

Chapter 8

~~~ Mom

My orgasms were coming one after the other. I looked up at Tim wide-eyed. I was in heaven. Not since my days back in college have I had this many orgasms in a row. It would seem that with Timmy I am multi-orgasmic. And even though he drove all day and has been fucking me wonderfully for the past fifteen minutes, he isn’t slowing down. My god, it feels so good. So right. Even though it isn’t…right.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

“I love you, Beth,” he tells me. That only makes me climax harder.

My hips are bucking up to meet his thrust. They are on autopilot. I’m just hoping this feeling never stops. Yet I know it must come to an end.

“Fuck,” Tim growls.

His hips slam against mine. I can feel his cock pulse inside me. A warmth fills my belly. He is coming inside my body. I cry softly as my orgasms subside. My wonderful son has made me feel happy. I lie beneath him, hugging him to me, our bodies sweat-covered and hot. I can barely breathe. Tim is gulp air to soothe his oxygen-starved lungs. I revel in the feel of him on top of me.

~~~ Tim

I push myself up off Mom. She is looking up at me, a broad smile on her pretty face. I smile back. I move to her side and lie down next to her. Her eyes followed mine. I prop my head up on my hand so I can see her whole, wonderful face. Mom’s eyes get wide. She is up off the bed and running for the bathroom. The door slams shut. I look at the door, wondering if I did anything wrong. I flop down on my back and stare up at the ceiling. I smile at the remembrance of her vagina around my hard cock. I moan as my cock starts to rise.

~~~ Mom

As I lay there looking into Timmy’s eyes I felt his cum start to roll out of me. Not wanting to sleep in a wet bed, of course, I could just take his, I rolled out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.

After cleaning, I opened the door. Timmy was still in my bed, look at me as I exited the bathroom.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Yes my dear boy, everything is just fine now that I cleaned you out of my vagina,” I said teasing him.

His eyes opened wide as I laughed. Then he was looking sheepishly at me.

“I’m sorry. I guess I should have gotten you a warm cloth, huh?”

“That would have been nice. But no harm done,” I said laying down next to him.

He looked like he wanted to say something but was afraid to.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing… uh,” he stammered.

Then his lips were pressed against mine. I relaxed and let him do as he wished. We kissed for a while then his lips moved down my neck, sending shivers through my body. Eventually, his lips stopped at my tits. His wet tongue was gently sliding over and around my hard nipples. His free hand was squeezing my other tit. I tilted my head back and enjoyed the feeling of my son pleasuring me. His free hand moved down my body, brushing ever so gently over my stomach. I groaned at the thought of where it was headed.

Gently Tim pressed his hand to my vulva, slipping a finger between my wet lips, the tip popping into my slick pussy. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and want nothing more than for him to shove it inside my willing body. Instead, he slipped his finger into me until the knuckle pressed against my entrance. Pulling out he drove two fingers into me. I shuddered with pleasure. Then he was wiggling his fingers inside me. Stretching, pulling, make my insides shudder as he moved my vagina around inside me.

“Fuck me, dear, I need you inside me again,” I whispered to him.

“First I want to make you cum with just my fingers.”

“Well,” I said shaking with a mini-orgasm, “you’re doing a good job.”

“Cum for me Beth. Cum really hard for me,” Tim said softly.

His fingers were wiggling faster now. All the while, he was plunging them in and out of my wet, sloppy pussy. I was in heaven. My orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“I’m coming… ”

His fingers flew in and out of me as I lifted my hips off the mattress shaking in orgasm. He kept me coming for a long time, which was probably only a few seconds. Time seems to slow down when you are having fun.

~~~ Tim

Mom was coming for me. My hand was soaking wet from her wonderful juices. She looked so beautiful as she came. Her pretty face a mask of pure pleasure. Eyes closed tight, mouth open. Then the scream started. A low moan to start with, rising quickly to a high-pitched squeal of delight. Her hips collapsed back down onto the mattress and her body went limp. I pulled my fingers from her body and licked them of the golden honey that coated them. Mom moaned as she watched.

Climbing to my knees, I moved so my cock was dangling in front of her beautiful face. Tentatively, mom took hold of my cock. Once she had her hand around it, she quickly sucked it into her mouth. I shook with pleasure as her soft, wet mouth engulfed my manhood. Looking down, I saw her beautiful, wet pussy, just waiting for my tongue. I shook again as Mom swirled her tongue around my cock. Then I was kissing her pussy, sliding my tongue into her wet hole. She tasted wonderful.

For the next hour, we pleasured each other. When I was about to cum, I would pull my cock from her mouth. She just kept coming and coming. Eventually, I moved around between her wonderful thighs and plunged my cock into her as far as I could. I banged my Mom for a long time, then filled her with my cum again.

~~~ Mom

Tim has just finished fucking me. That’s all I could call it. First, he fucked my face, while he tongue fucked my pussy. Then he fucked my pussy with that wonderful cock of his filling me to the brim once more. This time he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom so I could clean up. Eventually, I would teach him how to do it for me, but that would come later in our relationship. When I was done he carried me to his bed, mine was a mess. We lay down and went to sleep with him spooning me, his hard cock pressed into the crack of my ass. Even though he was hard once more, he looked exhausted and I told him to sleep, even though I would have loved to have him in me once more. At least, once more.

Chapter 9

~~~ Tim

We woke the next morning entwined in the bed sheets. Mom smiled at me and covered her mouth.

“Good morning my dear,” she said behind her hand.

Nodding, I smiled, let her go and we both went to the bathroom to brush our teeth and pee. Mom brushed her teeth but watched as I peed. Then she peed and I brushed my teeth. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful body. Now that we had made love, she wasn’t modest in the least. She walked around the room proudly, naked. I had another hard-on but resisted throwing her down on the bed and ravaging her. We needed to go. I needed to get her home. We were a little shy of being a third of the way home. We still had a long way to go.

~~~ Mom

My boy was watching every move I made his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I would have loved for him to take me again, but we had to go. It was still a long way home. Home. Home, where I would be alone with my Timmy. I shuddered at the thought. We quickly dressed and gathered our things. We loaded up the car and headed to the restaurant for some well-deserved breakfast. Even though it was closer to lunch.

After breakfast, we were once again on the highway headed east. Tim was flying down the road. The speed limit was seventy, he was doing just shy of eighty. We were through Cheyenne in no time. We stopped in North Platte, Nebraska for a little bite to eat. A stop at the restrooms and we were off again. Three hours later we stopped in Grand Island for dinner. Once we were done, Tim decided to press on to Omaha, where we would stay for the night. It was only a little over two hours away and we were both rested and relaxed. We would get there about eight in the evening.

~~~ Tim

Mom didn’t say anything as I pulled into the sleazy little motel. She was shivering and groaned softly. I smiled as I got out of the car to register. As I drove to our room, on the far end of the motel, mom was still shaking. Whether it was with anticipation or anger I couldn’t tell, but she remained silent as I led her to the door. I slid the card into the slot, the lock clicked and I pushed the door open. Then mom grabbed my head pulling my lips to hers. I dropped our bags and kissed her back. My free hands went to her body. One hand on her ass, the other to her breast. Mom’s free hand went to my cock, pulling on it hard.

“Fuck me, god oh god, fuck me,” she cried pulling her lips from mine.

Still holding her breast and ass, I kicked the bags into the room and started to pull mom in. She pulled back, still holding my cock.

“No, fuck me here! I have no panties on,” she said pulling up her skirt.

She unzipped my pants, freed my cock, and pressed the tip against her very wet pussy. I slipped in easily.

“Oh god yes,” she hissed.

“Why?” I croaked.

“Well, if you’re going to take me to a dive like this you might as well treat me like a whore.”

I slammed into her hard. She hadn’t been angry, just turned on. I pumped into her for a few minutes, her grunting as I slammed against her body. Standing, she slides down onto my cock, her feet still off the ground. Turning I walked into the room, the door closing behind us.

“So, you like being the whore?” I asked.

“For you, yes,” she hissed as my cock pulsed inside her. “Anytime you wish, I will be your whore.” Mom pressed her lips to mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth.

I walked to the bed. I lay her down, then climbed between her thighs and fucked her, hard. I don’t know why, but what she had said turned me on, a lot. I fucked her hard and fast. She was coming hard after about two minutes. When I came she screamed that she was coming too. We collapsed with me on top of her. She tried to push me off, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Timmy, my clothes will get all… ”

“I know,” I whispered, my cock pulsing back to life.

“Oh god,” Mom moaned.

I fucked her again. Then I fucked her again.

“So you want your mom to be a whore for you?”

I fucked her some more. By the time we were both exhausted, her clothes were a mess as were mine. I had come more times than ever before. Mom had been coming continuously for most of the night. When we were finally undressed, I wouldn’t let her shower. I pulled her into bed all messy and cuddled up next to her.

“Good night my whore,” I whispered in her ear.

“Good night my love,” she whispered back shivering.

~~~ Mom

When I had seen that sleazy motel, something just came over me and I wanted to act like the kind of whore that would come here with her john. Tim seemed to really get into the role play, yet I don’t think I was actually role-playing. Every time he called me his whore, I would come like crazy. Every time I thought about him using me like he did that night, I would come. I even thought about what would happen if he decided to sell me for a night or an hour and I came. The thought of my son selling me turned me on.

From the moment he slipped his cock in me when we were standing in the doorway, I was coming. I came for the rest of the night. Timmy amazed me. He filled me to overflowing. My skirt was a mess. I tossed it in the small trash pail in the room, but Tim pulled it out and shook his finger at me. He folded it and put it in my suitcase. Now my clothes would smell like his cum. All my clothes.

We went to sleep, him holding me. I was going to object when he wouldn’t let me shower, but decided to see how far he would take this. He cuddled up behind me and went to sleep. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about my clothes smelling like my son’s cum and fell asleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, we were on the road again. Me smelling like Tim’s cum and him smiling an evil little smile. We road in silence for the first two hours when we stopped in Des Moines for a pee break and to get some more coffee. Then it was back on the road.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I guess we should talk about what… ”

“Not now dear. Later. In the room tonight. If you can wait that long?”

“Sure, I can wait. Can you?”

“I guess I’ll have to.”

“We’ll be stopping in Davenport for lunch.”

I nodded, silently having an orgasm. We were in Davenport about two hours later.

Chapter 10

~~~ Tim

After a nice lunch, Mom and I climbed back into the car. We were back on the highway headed for home once more. I looked over at mom she was watching me. I winked and smiled then looked back at the road.

“Tim, I love you.”

“I love you too Mom… or is it Beth?”

“Mom will do when we’re not in bed together. So, what are your plans for your old mom?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I said I would be your whore. I meant that dear.”

“Huh? Oh god,” I cried as my cock pulsed. I had just come thinking about whoring out my mom.

“You don’t have to answer me now, but do think about it while we continue home. Did you just cum sweetheart?”

“Oh god,” I groaned.

Mom turned back to look out the front window. I guess two could play at this game. I drove on, thinking furiously. About half an hour down the road, I had the start of a plan, it was time to see what mom thought about it.

“Beth?”

“Huh? Yes, dear?”

“Tonight, we’ll check into a nice hotel in South Bend. We should get there about happy hour. While you take a nice hot bath and get yourself all clean and pretty, I’ll be down in the lounge seeing if I can interest any gentlemen in fucking you. I won’t charge them too much, but you won’t be cheap either.” I looked over at mom, she was shuddering and her hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her skirt. “Sound good to you?” I chuckled to myself.

“Fine dear, whatever you say,” she said her voice shaking with passion.

“Maybe I’ll find two for you. That way you will have one cock in your pussy and one in your ass.”

Mom cried out as her hand moved against her pussy furiously.

“Mom?”

She stopped what she was doing in an instant. She looked at me sheepishly.

“Yes Tim?” she asked her voice cracking with tension.

“You would like me to really do that? Is that a fantasy you would like to explore?”

She was silent for a very long time. I could only glance at her for a second at a time as traffic was starting to get heavy and we were winding our way through a construction site.

“I don’t know,” came her timid response. “Maybe.”

Now I was silent. I drove, in silence until we were through the construction zone. I waited a little while after that to let the traffic thin out. Then I slowed to sixty.

“Mom? Really? Tell me.”

“Oh Timmy, not now dear. Tonight, after you find those men for me.” She sighed and then giggled.

I slammed the accelerator to the floor. The car roared off down the road. Tonight I would get the truth out of her, but there would be no “men” for her. Only me. Would I ever really share her? If she wanted me to, I guess I would. Would that turn me on? As a fantasy it had, in real life, I don’t know. I needed to think.

~~~ Mom

Tim had just asked me if what I did and said was just fantasy or would I like to really do what he said… god I was so confused. The thought of my son selling me to other men… for some reason it really turned me on. So much so, I had just masturbated to his little erotic story about him finding two men to fuck me at the same time. The thought of him selling me and then maybe, watching as two men took me. I was in heaven during that story. Then he had called me mom and asked me the question. I took a long hard look at myself. It had been a long time since a man had taken me the way Timmy had, has. His father, for some reason, had lost interest in sex with me. Before him, there had been a few who had won my favor. But I had always had these fantasies.

When I said I didn’t know, to Timmy’s question, he was silent for a long time. Of course, I could have put that down to the traffic ahead of us. When he did speak, he wanted to know about my fantasies. I then poked him in the eye so to speak with a quip about him finding me some men tonight before I would talk with him. I giggled a little when he slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

~~~ Tim

When the speedometer read one hundred, I lifted my foot off the accelerator. I let the car coast down the road as I thought about my mother in the arms of another man. I shuddered at the sight in my mind. At the Joliet turn-off, I slowed and took the ramp off the highway. We ate a nice lunch and used the facilities. I filled the tank, then we were back on the road. Mom had taken my hand in hers on the walk to and from the restaurant. I had pulled her in close putting my arm around her, just to reassure her that I still loved her. Before she got in the car, I kissed her passionately. She kissed me back with just a much passion.

In about an hour we would be pulling into South Bend. It would be an interesting night.

~~~ Mom

When Tim pulled off the highway at South Bend, he found a Holiday Inn Express and pulled in. I stayed in the car while he registered. He came out, got in the car, and drove around the back of the hotel. Without speaking a word, I helped him with the luggage and followed him to our room. We were now down to a single bed in the room for the two of us. Was he assuming that I didn’t want or like my own bed? I would be happy to share a bed with him, but we needed to talk.

I quickly undressed and headed for the bathroom and a hot, relaxing shower. Holiday Inn might be by some as a little stuffy, but the clear shower curtain alluded to some sense of the erotic. Not only didn’t it fog up, but the water ran off it in sheets. I saw when Tim came into pee and stayed to watch me wash. I was pleased he liked to look at me. I did not put on a show for him, nor would I until we talked.

He was naked as I stepped out of the shower. He stepped in, copping a small gentle feel, as we passed. I giggled, grabbed a towel, and dried myself, watching Tim the whole time. He was staring at me as he washed his powerful and wonderful body. When he washed his cock, my eyes were riveted as his strong hand slid up and down his shaft. He was hard after two strokes. He looked me in the eye as he stroked himself and caressed his balls.

My hand went to my vulva and squeezed. Shivering, I hung my towel up, turned, and left the bathroom. I was so horny, I so wanted him inside me, but we must talk out this fantasy of… was it his or mine? I didn’t know just then, my head was spinning with thoughts of his powerful muscle sliding in and out of my body. I shivered again as I closed the door, cutting off the sight of my wonderful son.

Chapter 11

~~~ Tim

Well, she had watched. Even if it was for just a little while. I hurriedly finished my shower, dried off, and went out to… I froze in the doorway. What was I looking for from her? What was I looking for from myself? I loved this woman I called Mom. She said she loved me. Stepping out of the bathroom, I found Mom sitting at the end of the bed watching TV, dressed for dinner. Smiling I dressed quickly, then sat down next to her. She turned her head toward me for the first time since I entered the room. Looking into my eyes she smiled.

“I love you,” she told me.

Then she closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I love you too,” I replied, reaching my arm around her shoulders and giving her a gentle squeeze.

Mom sighed, took a deep breath, and lifted her head to look into my eyes.

“Dear, sweet Timmy,” she started. “We must get something straight between us… no, not that you terrible child.” I had reached down and squeezed my cock jokingly. “If you really want me to, I will be your whore mother, but not just yet. We have a lot of things that we need to settle before I’m comfortable enough to do that. Hush now. I have had, as a lot of women have, a fantasy about selling myself to men for sex. Do I really want to? Right this moment, no. I still have things I want to do with you, to you, for you, before I start to explore my other desires and fantasies. Do you understand?”

“Mom, Beth, Christ… taking you to that sleazy motel wasn’t… didn’t mean I wanted to sell you. That was your idea… sure I went along with it, but… Beth, my dear sweet Beth, I don’t think I could handle seeing or even thinking of you in another man’s arms. I know, I know there may come a time when… we both find someone else and when that time comes I hope I can let you go. But right now, I would be crushed and heartbroken. Do you understand?”

“Oh Timmy, yes. Yes. Yes, I understand.”

Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I kissed her back, forcing my tongue into her mouth. We sat there, our tongues battling in her mouth for a long time. Then she was pushing me away.

“Let’s eat, I’m starving,” she said quickly standing.

She turned to watch as I stood, my hard-on tenting my pants. She smiled, patted my manhood, turned, and was out the door before I could grab her. I picked up my coat, holding it in front of my crotch, and hurried after her.

~~~ Mom

We had settled our little foray into kink. Did I mean what I said? Yes. I would be happy to explore any kind of kink with Tim that he desired us to. The walk to the restaurant was interesting. Tim put his arm around me while trying to keep his coat in front of his hard cock tenting his pants. He brushed my tits, causing my nipples to pop out, several times on the way. He always seemed to brush them as someone was walking toward us.

Dinner was good. We didn’t linger. We were back in the room and naked within an hour of leaving. Timmy was sitting on the edge of the bed as I kneeled at his feet, his hard cock in my mouth. He was big enough that I had to stretch my jaw to engulf him. It felt wonderful. He tasted wonderful. His balls filled my hand as I caressed them. Timmy was moaning as I took as much of him in my mouth as possible.

“Oh god. Beth, you… oh god, that feels good.”

I sucked, licked, and pulled on his shaft. All the while, I gently squeezed his balls. My pussy was on fire, but I wanted him to cum in my mouth first. I bobbed my head up and down. His shaft slid between my lips easily. His spongy head pressing against the back of my throat. Then his hand grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my face to his crotch. I gagged. He came. I swallowed. His cock, now lodged in my throat, spurted cum. I came. Things started to fade from sight. I couldn’t breathe. I went limp.

When I came back to the living, I was in the bed. An anxious Tim was hovering over me. Smiling, I reached up and caressed his cheek.

“Oh god, I thought I had really hurt you,” he said breathlessly.

“No, just next time you have to pull back once in a while to let me breathe.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry… ”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I told him.

His eyes opened wide. I could feel his hard cock pulse against my thigh.

“Well?”

~~~ Tim

I was between her thighs in an instant, slipping my cock into wet, open pussy. She just smiled up at me. The farther my cock slid into her the farther her eyes rolled up into her head. Her hips started to buck against my pelvis as I pushed all the way into her.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Now pound my pussy, hard.”

Pulling out I slammed back into her hard enough to force her breath from her. She gulped air into her lungs as I pulled out, only to slam into her once more.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried bucking up to meet me.

I pounded into her pussy for a long time. When I finally came mom had been coming, over and over the whole time, I had been pounding her. As I slammed into her one last time, my prostate pulsed and pulsed filling her with my seed.

“Fuck!” I yelled pressing mom into the mattress.

As my cock pulsed for the last time, I flopped down next to mom. After a couple of deep breaths, I got up to get her a warm wash cloth. After she cleaned up, she turned to me and kissed me hard.

We made love this time. I was so hard after our fuck, I slipped it into her gently and slowly fucked her for an even longer time. When I came, I pulled out and shot all over her stomach and tits. I then rubbed my cum into her skin and wouldn’t let her go clean up. We fell asleep our bodies entwined and sticking together.

~~~ Mom

I was content. I was sated, for the time being. I was sticky with my son’s cum. I was exhausted. Too exhausted to fight with him about cleaning up. What was it with men and their cum. They liked to leave it laying around all the time. I giggled at the thought and went to sleep.

Chapter 12

The next morning we showered, checked out, ate breakfast, and were on the road before ten o’clock. Timmy was driving rather sedately until we were out of South Bend proper. Then he opened it up and we were doing ten over the speed limit. Even at ten over the police would still chase you down. Tim was watching ahead and behind. I let him concentrate on driving and watch the scenery go by. Indiana was by no means a pretty state. Flat, mostly farmland, there was really nothing of interest as we traveled down the interstate.

The miles were flying by but at a cost of time. Tim said we would be stopping for lunch in Toledo, then on to Milton for our last stop before going to Princeton. Our long trip was ending soon and a lot had changed. There was just one more thing I needed to tell Tim before we arrived in Princeton. Something I needed for him to know. Something that could affect our relationship. I Hoped it wouldn’t but it could. I would tell him tonight after we made love. No rough sex tonight. Just gently, sweet lovemaking.

~~~ Tim

Mom sat quietly while I concentrated on driving the congested road ahead of us. I pondered what was keeping her so occupied, but could think of nothing. The traffic cleared ahead and I accelerated to ten over the speed limit. The miles started to fly by. We were approaching Toledo in next to no time. I stopped at an IHOP just the other side of Toledo. Mom ordered pancakes. I had a BLT. I filled the tank at the station across the road and we were off once again.

Two hours later I pulled off I-80 onto I-76 at Youngstown. I-76 would take us right into Princeton and home. I pulled into a rest area just outside of Youngstown to use the facilities. Mom had to pee too. The air was crisp, cool, and clear. We were now headed to Pittsburg. Mom reached over and took my hand from the gear shift, holding it in her soft, warm hand. I shivered slightly at her touch. Smiling I just watched the road ahead.

We were now on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, a toll road. Every time we exited we had to stop and pay to get off the road. It added a little time to our travels, but not a significant amount. We did stop again at a rest area and then again to fill the tank. But both of us sensed we were getting close to our destination.

~~~ Mom

We had just pulled back onto the highway and Tim had slowed to the speed limit. Then we hit the areas of road construction which slowed us even more. Shaking his head, Tim was working with the nav system.

“Well, our best bet is still Harrisburg. Everything else is… there is nothing but really small towns until then. We’ll be there about eight with all this construction.”

“That’s fine dear. How much longer tomorrow before we are home?”

“Let’s see… a little over two hours if traffic is light and… well it looks like there is no construction to worry about, so we should be home early tomorrow, depending on when we get started in the morning.”

“That sounds nice. Continue to Harrisburg. If nothing else we can take our time leaving in the morning. Check out shouldn’t be before noon.”

Tim chuckled and drove on. Still holding his hand, I looked back out the front windshield and the road ahead. We were slowly progressing through a construction zone… speed limit, 45MPH. Funny thing was, there were no workers. No construction trucks or equipment, just the left lane blocked off. The next two hours were tedious, but at least the scenery was pretty.

~~~ Tim

Two hours and forty-five minutes it took us to make it to Harrisburg and they made us pay to drive on this section of road. I got off the turnpike at the New Cumberland Army Depot exit. There was a Best Western just off the turnpike. I checked us in and we went to the room to freshen up. I had asked at the front desk where there was a good place to eat. I had seen Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and Bob Evans, but I wanted something else. He suggested John’s Diner and showed me on the map where it was.

The place was nice for a diner. They had a fair selection of dishes. And the place was clean. The food turned out to be good, excellent in fact. Then we went back to the hotel. Mom took first dibs in the shower. No clear curtain this time. So I just stepped in with her. She was a bit surprised but didn’t object.

I took the soap from her and finished washing her. She giggled as I soaped up her tits and under her arms. I scrubbed her back, then dropped to my knees to wash her lovely legs. She giggled each time I came close to her pussy. Then I was soaping it up and the giggles turned to moans of pleasure. I soaped her up real good, making sure not to get soap up inside her. Then I was washing her ass, her beautiful, round ass. Then my finger was in her asshole. She squealed, then groaned as I pushed in deeper.

“Tim, please stop, I can’t take… oh god,” she huffed as I pulled my finger out, then shoved it back in. “Please dear, not here.”

I stopped, pulled my finger from her ass, and stood. Taking the soap from me mom washed me. She saved my cock for last, soaping it up and then stroking it with one hand, while her other washed my balls. She was looking up at me, a big grin on her face. She moved her hand from my balls to my ass crack and washed me there. Then her finger was in me.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Not really. But continue if you wish,” I told her.

She pulled her finger from my ass and stood, still holding my cock. I backed under the shower spray to rinse. Once the soap was washed off my body, Mom let go of my cock, stepped out of the shower, and started to dry off. I followed her. Back by the bed, Mom pulled my lips to hers and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around her naked body and hugged her to me. We kissed for a long time, bodies pressed together.

Chapter 13

“Get in bed. On your back,” Mom commanded.

I complied, sprawled on my back, cock sticking up into the air pulsing.

“Move down a little,” Mom told me. I did.

Mom now crawled into bed. She moved and straddled my head. I was looking up at her beautiful pussy as it lowered to my mouth. I kissed it, then started to devourer her. I sucked on her labia, slipping my tongue between the soft, wet petals of flesh. Mom pressed her pussy to my mouth, moaning loudly.

“Oh god, you do that so good,” she cried out. “Don’t stop, please.”

I ate her for all I was worth. I loved eating pussy. I loved the smell, the taste, the juices flowing out and all over my face. I was in heaven as I sucked on her clit. She screamed as I pulled it into my mouth and gently bit down on it with my lips wrapped around my teeth.

~~~ Mom

Tim had just made me cum so hard, that I almost blacked out. My hips were jerking wildly. His tongue was sending electric shocks from my pussy to my tits as I pinched my nipples. I was coming. I was coming hard. I never wanted it to stop.

Leaning forward, I engulfed Tim’s cock with my mouth. He tasted so good. He felt so good as the soft, spongy head pressed against my throat. He groaned into my pussy sending new and exciting vibrations through my body. I sucked and licked him. I bobbed my head up and down as his cock slid in and out of my wet mouth. His hips started to buck up to match my bobbing head. He was fucking my face. His tongue was fucking my pussy. I came again, shrieking my pleasure around the hard cock in my mouth.

We ate each other for a long time. But Tim could hold back no longer. His cock twitched and pumped a powerful stream of cum in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed. I was coming hard again as his cream bathed my teeth and tongue. He tasted wonderful. Salty and creamy. My hips were sliding all over his face as he roared into my pussy. I finally could take no more and collapse on top of him, the last few spurts of his come flying into the air to land in my hair.

Tim continued to lick and suck at my pussy. He stayed away from my clit. My Tim was a smart boy. I lay on him, feeling him breathe, just enjoying the closeness and his mouth. He was wonderful at eating pussy. Then with a roar, he pushed me off of him and was quickly between my legs pressing his renewed manhood into my wet pussy. I could feel my eyes roll back into my head as he entered me. It was the most wonderful experience. His cock stretched my vagina as no one had ever before.

 

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~~~ Tim

I was inside her again. Oh, how I loved being inside her. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so hot. I just pushed into her as far as I could without hurting her. I never wanted to hurt her, ever. She grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. Farther and farther I sank into her wetness. Until my entire shaft was sheathed by her hot pussy.

“Oh god,” she cried as I groaned loudly.

I didn’t move. I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to feel my Mom surround me with her soft, hot pussy. I was in heaven.

“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh god,” she cried. “I love you so much,” she croaked her stomach convulsing with orgasm. “Don’t move. Just… ” then her words became incomprehensible.

I just hovered over her, my cock pressed into her body, pulsing with my heartbeat. It felt wonderful. She looked amazing. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were shut tight, her mouth was open. She made not a sound now, just shook and shivered. Her hips were moving in small circles under me. Her clit was trapped between us. I could feel it flip around against my pelvis. She came and came. Then she collapsed.

Her eyes flickered open. She smiled when she saw me hovering over her. Not a word was spoken. Her hips bucked gently. I pressed in harder. She moaned. Then I pulled out slightly, slowly. Then back in her just as slowly. I made love to her. No frantic fucking. Lovemaking. We were making love. On our last night on the road and we were making love. Sweet love. I moved slowly, in and out of her. Her hips bucked gently, meeting my every thrust into her. It was magical.

I was pressing her to the bed, my face right there in front of hers, lips barely touching, eyes open, staring. My hips moved slowly. My cock was harder and bigger than it had ever felt before. Mom’s pussy was a furnace. Hot and wet, it surrounded my flesh, it burned my flesh and it felt wonderful.

~~~ Mom

Tim was making love to me. He was gentle and caring. He was all the way inside me, his pelvis pressed against mine. I was coming. I hadn’t stopped coming. I was in heaven. I was beyond heaven. I just smiled as our lips touched. Tim was crushing me into the mattress, yet I was in no distress. My hips bucked, jerked, and convulsed as Tim slid in and out of my body. It was wonderful.

But, soon, he needed release and his lovemaking turned to fucking. Even then I was delighted. His hips moved faster. He plunged into me harder and faster. The bed was complaining bitterly. God, he was so good. So good. I’m coming, yet I can’t make a sound. My stomach convulses. My orgasm slams into me. My hips are now bucking frantically. Then Tim is pressing into me, filling me with his seed. My pussy convulses around his hard cock. We are coming together. I claw at his back as my orgasm takes from me, my sanity.

Then, I am relaxed. I still convulse, but I am at peace with the world. Warmth spreads through my belly. My dear son has filled me with himself. I am ecstatic with pleasure and the love I feel for him. He rolls off me, his cock popping out of my body. I miss him already. I feel his cream rush out of me, but I don’t care. I lay there savoring the warmth as it flows down my ass to the bed, I am too tired to move. Too tired to care. All I know is I want him in me again and again. God, I love him.

“I love you,” I whisper my voice crackling.

“I love you too,” Tim croaks.

Tim reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the bottle of water there. He opens it and hands it to me. I drink thirstily and hand it back to him. He drinks then drinks again. He flops back and we are at peace with each other. His hand finds mine. I grip him gently, lovingly.

~~~ Tim

We lay there a long time before either of us moved. Then it was Mom, who rose to her elbows, looked down my body, and smiled. I was hard once more. Mom rolled on top of me and slipped her wet, full pussy down my shaft.

“Oh god,” she sighed.

Then she was bouncing up and down on my hard cock frantically.

“Need to come some more. Help me come, baby,” she gasped.

I bucked up into her as she slammed down on me. She was thereafter three powerful strokes.

“I’m coming. Oh god, I’m coming again. I love you, baby, I love you so much,” she almost screamed.

“I love you too,” I huffed still bucking up into her pussy.

I was almost there again. She made me so hot. She could make me come so quickly, so hard. I was there.

“I’m coming,” I roared.

“Oh baby, come in me,” she grunted as she slammed down on me.

My cock spurted, once, twice, three times and then I was done. My balls ached. I was exhausted and couldn’t move. Mom was shaking with her orgasm. Her eyes were wide with her excitement. Then she was laying on me, spent. Then everything went black.

Chapter 14

I woke to the noise of a lawnmower buzzing outside somewhere. I was relaxed and warm. Mom was still draped over me, my soft cock now flopped down between my legs. I lay as still as possible, but that damn mower kept getting closer. Mom moaned. Her eyes opened and she smiled, slipping off me to snuggle up next to me. Her hand went to my flaccid cock. It was hard on the third stroke. She quickly moved over me and plunged her pussy down on me, hard.

“Oh god, oh god,” she cried. “I have to pee… ” she said, then did.

I was surprised at how good it felt. Her golden liquid flowing down over my tight balls and pooling at my ass crack. Then it hit me, I had to pee too.

“I have to pee,” I said and before she could move I did.

“Oh god… no… oh god,” she cried as I filled her with my hot piss.

Was this too kinky? Was what we were doing beyond what we should be doing? Wait, she was my mother, we were already beyond what would be considered kinky. Then I was bucking up into her as I pissed. As I finished peeing I started to cum.

“Oh shit!” she screamed as her orgasm shot through her body.

We both collapsed. Then mom was running to the shower. I followed her. We washed each other, but mom looked disturbed, even though she seemed to enjoy me soaping her and her soaping me. The room was filled with tension and silence as we dressed. It also smelled of urine. Outside it was nice, cool, and sunny.

“We are going to have to have a very long talk when we get to your apartment,” Mom said as I headed for the interstate.

“I know. What happened this morning… ”

“No Tim, not about that. That was… ”

“Terrible… ”

“No. That was exciting. Although I don’t think we should try it at home. Don’t want our sheets and mattress smelling like pee. No, we need to talk about something completely different.”

“What?” I asked as I accelerate up onto the interstate.

“Not while you’re driving.” Was all that she said.

~~~ Mom

Tim actually thought I was upset about him peeing inside me. I almost laughed. If he knew what kinky things I had done when in college. I should have talked with him last night, but I got wrapped up in our lovemaking. I watched out the windshield as we glided down the interstate. The road ahead was empty. Well, it was early… no wait it was almost noon. It was Thursday, there should be traffic. Then we caught up with what traffic had been ahead of us and Tim had to slow.

Two hours later we were pulling off the interstate at the Princeton exit. Then we wound our way over surface streets until Tim pulled into an upscale apartment complex. It looked nice on the outside.

“Okay Mom, we’re here,” Tim announced climbing out of the car.

I waited until he opened my door and swung my legs out holding out my hand. He took it and helped me exit the car. Closing the door he took my hand and pulled me after him.

“What about the luggage?” I asked.

“I’ll get it after I let us in and show you around,” Tim answered.

Nodding, I allowed him to lead me to his apartment. It was a ground-floor end apartment, which I was glad for. I detest stairs, even though climbing those does wonders for my ass and legs. Opening the door, he led me into a very nice place. It was big. We stood in the middle of what was the living room and could see into the kitchen and dining room. No walls, all open. Then he led me down a hallway. Showed me where the bathroom was, my bedroom would be, his office, and then his bedroom.

“This is all nice Tim, very nice.”

He had tried to keep me in the bedroom, but I had gently left and now stood in front of the sliding glass doors that led to a small patio overlooking a very nice expanse of green lawn. Tim came up behind me. Wrapped me in his strong arms and squeezed me tight. I sighed. It felt so good.

“Tim, we must talk.” He squeezed me again. “Now son,” I used my scolding voice. He stepped back.

“Okay, Mom.”

I took his hand and led him to the couch.

“Sit,” I told him. He sat looking up at me expectantly. “No, you’re not in trouble. No, I’m not leaving.” I could see those questions in his eyes. “But what I have to tell you could change your mind. Tim? Have you ever wondered about how a 40-year-old could have a 25-year-old son? And only have been married for 15 years?”

His face screwed up in concentration.

“Tim… your dad and I are not your biological parents. You were adopted.”

“When?”

“When you were 10 years old.”

“I don’t remember… ”

“You were in a car accident. Your real parents were your dad’s sister and her husband, they died in that crash. You were almost unhurt but had a severe case of amnesia. Your dad, I mean your uncle, and I, we took you in, nursed you back to health, and raised you as our own. Your real parents were well off and left not only a huge estate but also a boatload of life insurance benefits as well as a trust fund to raise you. Your uncle, dad… shit, this is getting so confusing… ”

“Easy there… aunt Beth,” Tim said softly. I shuddered, closing my eyes. “Mom?” That made me feel better.

“Yes?”

“I still love you.”

“I love you too. Now let me finish. Your, dad gave me the trust fund and all the life insurance proceeds when he left.”

“Are you going to tell me why he left?”

“Oh, Timmy. Yes. He left because you reminded him too much of his sister, your birth mother. You look just like her, yet masculine.”

“Oh! Do you have a picture of her?”

“I do. It’s in the storage unit with my other belongings.”

“Oh, okay. I would like to see it, her.”

“I will be happy to show you. You can keep it if you choose, I kept it for you.”

“Thanks, Mom.” My heart soared when he called me mom.

“You’re welcome, dear. Now, I’ll let you think about what I have said while I fix us something to eat. I’m starved.”

Chapter 15

Mom had just laid a blockbuster on me. She was actually my aunt by marriage. My aunt. Oh, how wonderful. So what we were doing wasn’t taboo by law. She wasn’t even a blood relative. She was my aunt by marriage. God, I loved her even more now. No stigma with making love to your aunt by marriage.

I leaned back into the cushions. My dad was really my uncle. My real mom and dad had been killed in a car crash. My uncle and aunt had raised me since I was ten. I searched my memory. I remembered my twelfth birthday, but none before that. I sat there thinking, searching my mind, while Mom, yes I still thought of her as Mom, she raised me, fixed us something to eat.

God, I loved her. I supposed I felt this way about my real mom before she… well don’t dwell on that Timmy.

“Dinner is ready,” Mom called.

I got up and went to the kitchen, sat at the counter, and looked like a mom. She was a beautiful lady. Soft auburn hair, sparkling blue eyes, soft olive skin, the perfect sized breasts… a handful, no more… legs that just looked divine and led to even better places. God, I loved her. We were having PB&J sandwiches. The only thing in the cabinet. The bread had been frozen. I had thrown everything else in the fridge out before I went to mom’s so it wouldn’t spoil and smell up the place.

“Mmm, PB and J, my favorite,” I said chuckling. It had been when I was growing up. Wait. Where did that memory come from? I don’t think Mom had ever given me a PB&J sandwich until just this instant.

“What?” Mom asked looking at me with concern all over her face.

“I don’t know where that came from. I suddenly had this memory of PB and J sandwiches. In the memory, I was a lot younger than ten.” I stopped not knowing what to say.

“Oh, my… ” Mom whispered.

“What?” I asked. Then it all came flooding back. The days with mom, my real mom.

I must have fallen off my stool at the counter, for I found myself on the floor with Mom kneeling beside me a look of concern and worry on her pretty features.

“Don’t move, you may have hit your head,” she said pressing her hand on my chest.

“I didn’t. Mom, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I remember everything. Everything. I remember my mom and my dad. I remember PB and J sandwiches. I remember… I remember… ” Then I was crying. Mom was there, holding me as I sobbed. All these years. All this time.

I continued to sob at the loss I felt. I was almost devastated, but then I thought… if I had remembered all this at an earlier age, would I love Mom the way I do now? I pondered that question for a long time as my head rested on her breasts. She smelled so good. She felt so right.

“I’m sorry dear,” Mom whispered. “I should have told you sooner, but your dad, uncle, he couldn’t handle talking about anything to do with his beloved sister. I think there was more there than sibling love… ”

“Mom, I love you.”

~~~ Mom

Tim had just said the words I longed to hear.

“I love you to my dear sweet Timmy.” I almost choked with joy.

He was hugging me, pressing his head to my breasts. I felt more than heard the low groan as he nuzzled my nipple.

“Oh Timmy,” I cried as his teeth nipped my breast.

“Mom,” he cried.

Suddenly I was in his arms floating up into the air and moving off to his bedroom. I gulped as I thought about what was to happen. My Tim was going to love me and I was going to love him. I was standing at the foot of his bed. He was undressing me. I was undressing him. I was in heaven.

~~~ Tim

We were still lovers. I had her naked now. She had me naked. My cock was so hard it hurt. Her hand wrapped around my manhood. Pulling, pushing, squeezing. It felt good. It felt right. My hand was on her breast. Squeezing, tweaking her nipple. My other hand rubbed her vulva, my finger slipping into her pussy. I pressed my lips to hers. They were hot and pliant. God, she was a good kisser. God, I loved my Mom.

 

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After making love, I dressed and went down, and got our luggage out of the car. Tomorrow we would have to do some shopping. Tonight we would eat out, then back here to make love. Until we could get Mom’s bed out of storage, she would have to share my bed. This was fine with her and me. Who knows, even if we get her bed set up, she might never use it, except when I was gone, maybe. Anyway, I think we were going to be very, very happy.

 

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