The Best Summer of My Life – Chapter Four
(Fm, mf, oral, mast, exhib, voy, inc)
The next morning I slept in late. When I got up Jan had already left to spend the weekend with her friend Colleen and my dad was out playing his usual Saturday golf date.
As I walked past my parents' room I heard the shower running and I listened from the hall until it stopped. The door to the bathroom opened and I peeked around the corner. My mom emerged with a towel around her head and nothing else on. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she moved, they looked so tempting. My chest pounded as I watched her tidy up her bed, leaning in and giving me more spectacular views of her ass.
Summoning up all my courage I stepped into the doorway and said good morning. She froze as she considered her situation, and then she turned to face me. Her eyes focused in on my erection and she gave me a cautious smile.
“And good morning to you too. Were you waiting out there for me to come out of the shower?”
“Yes I was,” I admitted. “Can I stay and watch you for a while? It would mean so much to me.”
“I can't believe I'm saying this but, sure,” she said, “but don't get any ideas, a good look is all you're getting today.”
Today! I though to myself, maybe she's thinking about doing more?
“Don't worry,” I reassured her, “I'll be the perfect gentleman, only with a hard-on that is.”
“Yes, I can see that,” she smiled. “It's very nice. Your penis is beautiful, Rick, like the rest of you. You're only a little bit smaller than your Dad but its still very large and the shape is magnificent, like a work of art. It's hard not to stare at it.”
“In that case, please stare all you want, I'd be happy if you did. I love it when you look at me that way”
“Don't I know it,” she laughed. “Don't worry, I watch you every chance I get. Especially now that you can be so free around me.”
“And you? I said, “Are you beginning to feel the same freedom with me?”
“I'll admit to it, I'm getting there,” she said.
“I know what you mean about my cock,” I said, “I feel the same about your whole body, it's like a dream come true. To be able to look at you this way is amazing. You're so very beautiful.”
“You know Rick, I'm starting to understand why you like being watched,” she said. She continued to straighten up around the room. “I'm reluctant to admit it but I enjoy it myself now. What's disturbing is just how much more I enjoy it when you're around to leer at me. The way you devour me with your eyes makes me feel quite sexy and desirable. That's a rare and wonderful thing for a woman my age.”
“That's so hard for me to imagine Mom, you're beautiful and you have a such a terrific sexy body. Any male would die to see you this way, believe me.”
“Oh thank you honey and believe me I really love the compliments. But it's just your raging hormones talking.” She smiled.
“No, really Mom, your breasts are firm and natural with just the tiniest bit of sag that makes them even more sexy. When you move they sway and jiggle so wonderfully. Your legs and especially your ass are lean and shapely from all the exercising you do and… well there's nothing I could criticize.”
“Nothing eh! What was that hesitation about?
“Well it's really nothing,” I said. “Maybe the bush could use a little trim?”
She walked over to the full-length mirror and checked herself out.
“Well, I haven't been expecting company down there these days,” she snickered, “I guess I've let it get a little overgrown. You know, my head is spinning right now. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my son, IN THE NUDE! I can't even talk this openly with my own husband.”
“Yeah, it's fantastic, isn't it Mom? You know I've never felt so close to you.”
She came over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders before kissing me on the forehead. Her full breasts hung and swayed right in front of me. It took every ounce of restraint not to reach out and grab them. As she pulled away she noticed my line of sight. She cupped her breasts with her hands and held them up like offerings.
“You really like these that much?” She shook and jiggled them a bit before letting them drop and jiggle back in place. “Personally, I think they're okay but nothing special.”
“Not me,” I jutted in, “they're one of the main things I think about when I masturbate. Oh geez, I can't believe I said that out loud. Sorry Mom, it just kind of slipped out.”
“Oh come on,” She laughed. “How am I supposed to be upset? We're both sitting here in our birthday suits talking about my body and my bush. Discussing how how you pleasure yourself is supposed to shock me? I'm flattered to be the object of anyone's masturbation fantasies, even my son's. But now you've got me curious, what other things do you think about?”
“Well, there's everything you've done recently, that's really kicked things up for me. Over time I've caught you here and there, getting undressed or working out. I have a few selected memories, but mostly, I think about your pussy I guess. That always sends me over the edge.” I confessed.
She spun around in her seat and faced me. She parted her legs and rubbed her unruly pubic hair out of the way. “This? This thing is what turns you on the most?” she said.
My jaw dropped as I saw her rosy red pussy lips clearly for the first time. They were swollen and glistened with moisture. I was so aroused I was having difficulty breathing. The expression on my face must have given me away and she quickly closed her legs. She spun herself back around.
“I think that's enough of the peep show for now young man, you don't want you to trip over your tongue and hurt yourself.”
I was trapped in a love spell as I drank in the sight of my naked mom sitting at her vanity. I continued to watch as she brushed her hair and dried it with the blower. That single vision of my mom affected me very deeply that day. Even today, the mere sight of a woman brushing her hair can make me melt.
With her hair done, all shimmering and light auburn colored, she went to her closet and picked out an outfit. I sat on the bed as she modeled it for me, starting with her underwear. She played a game of peek-a-boo with each item of clothing. I was like a child again, sad when her breasts were covered and overjoyed when they were back again. Finally, she did one last spin around before she began to dress herself.
“Thanks Mom, this meant so much to me,” I told her as she continued to dress. “This has been the best morning ever, you know. I could sit and admire you forever. To me, you're everything a beautiful woman should be and more.”
“Oh sweetie, that's the… oh what the hell,” she laughed as she undressed once more, “why don't we just keep this going a little while longer then.”
I was elated as we went down to the kitchen and she made us breakfast. We sat side by side at the table enjoying each other's nudity as we ate. I yearned to reach over and touch her soft skin, roll her hard nipples between my fingers but somehow I resisted. After breakfast I helped her with the dishes and we joked around bumping hips and laughing. All the while, my erection stayed rigid and almost painful.
After that Mom puttered around the house, every so often turning to give me a little flash and ask if I wanted anything. Finally she said she was tired and was going up to take a nap. I went in to watch TV but I soon got bored. I wanted to see more of my mom before the morning was over. I headed up and as I reached the top of the stairs I heard noises coming from my mom's bedroom.
I peeked in and saw her in the same position as before, massaging her pussy and moaning. She wasn't so sweaty and disheveled this time and I wasn't sure if she had planned for this to happen. I gambled and walked right in. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and I approached her while I stroked my cock. She saw me and made a guilty moaning sound, like someone caught doing an awful thing.
I reached the foot of her bed and stood there watching. She pushed two fingers into her wetness and cried out as if she'd been stabbed. My knees were getting wobbly as I strained to keep control of my deep primal urges. She rubbed her clit feverishly as her eyes focused on my cock like lasers.
“Do you like this?” she asked as she squirmed on the bed. “Do you like watching your mother pleasure herself Rick?” Her voice was shaky and filled with passion.
“Oh fuck yeah! Of course I do Mom! Do you like watching me masturbate?”
“OH God yes!” she answered.
With three fingers in her pussy now, she came. She kept pumping for all she was worth as her hips bucked up and down and she yelled out in agony. “God, no, God, can't believe…”
I came myself and spewed cum on her as I shot string after string in her direction. She squealed and rubbed it into her skin, sampling some from her fingers. I could barely stand the tension as I watched her taste my cum. She writhed on the bed and when we both calmed down, she just lay there looking up at me. Her look was like a mixture of shock and joy.
“Well we've surely crossed a big line now,” she said, all sweaty and with traces of my cum dotting her shimmering skin.
“Rick, I freely admit that I'm dying to do much more with you. But I can only deal with so much change at a time. I'm going to take another shower now but that's not an invitation. Maybe another time, maybe never but for sure, not today. I've had my limit for now and I need to think this over.”
She got up and walked into her washroom, closing the door behind her. I was feeling mixed emotions as I continued on to my bedroom to lie down and read. I was elated at everything we had done together but I was also afraid we had gone too far. I soon fell asleep and a short while later I woke to see my mom standing at the head of my bed. She was wearing her robe again.
“Have a nice nap?” She asked with a smile.
I nodded rubbing my left eye as I looked up at her. Her piercing blue eyes scanned my body as her look became devilish. She smiled and opened her robe to show me her freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. My jaw dropped as I gazed at it. Her thick unruly bush was replaced by an elegant 'V' shaped patch that didn't quite cover but accentuated the bulge of her mound. She was shaved clean on the sides and from what I could see, down around the lips as well.
I was overwhelmed at the sight and delighted that her mood had obviously changed. My cock became swollen and throbbing in seconds.
“I can't believe how excited you look over such a little thing,” she spoke. “You look like you used to on Christmas morning.”
“Oh this is way better than Christmas Mom, that's just magnificent.” I said. “Are you hoping for some company down there now?”
“Oh you little devil,” she said. “And now I suppose you want a much closer look, don't you?”
My head was spinning at her round-about invitation. I could barely contain myself.
“You read my mind Mom. Please, may I have a closer look?”
I got up and invited her to sit on the bed. Nervously, she shed her robe and sat on the edge. I dropped to my knees in front of her and she slowly parted her legs. I approached her carefully and my hands shook as they rested on the tops of her thighs. At last I could touch her and I moved my fingers slightly as if they had taste buds. It was my first physical connection with her and I felt a charge surged up through my fingertips.
I moved in farther, taking in every minute sight and smell. Every freckle every crease every detail. She was so wet her pussy was literally drooling and I moved in closer and gazed in amazement. This was the place Dad rammed his cock into, all those nights I could hear them through my wall. This was the place I came from. I inhaled deeply and smiled up at her as she rolled her eyes in astonishment.
“Who are you and how long have you been this way?” she asked. “How can such a small thing affect you so deeply?”
I moved even closer to her pink oozing pussy, “I can't think of anything finer than enjoying your beautiful pussy, Mom. It's exquisite, beyond anything I've fantasized.”
As I spoke my warm breath stimulated her swollen pussy lips. She moaned in response, tilting her head a little backwards. I took a generous taste from the same area I had tried with Magda, just between her ass crack and her vagina. Her back stiffened as her eyes opened wide.
“How did you know to do that?”
But I dove in and began tasting everywhere in short broad licks before she could finish. She fell backwards on the bed as I continued to dig in with my tongue. I was acting on pure instinct now as I tasted everywhere around her vagina and kissed her inner thighs. She responded strongly moaning and thrashing as I moved in to concentrate on her clit. Placing the flat of my tongue against her hood, I let her move her clit against it the way she wanted.
I wet two fingers and inserted them into her pussy and found her G-spot. The inside of her vagina felt wonderful, warm and wet, somehow softer than Magda. The sound of her moans, her thick musky scent, this forbidden touching all combined to overload my emotions. My eyes became misty and my throat choked up as I gently massaged her love spot. Soon her hips synchronized in rhythm and I felt her respond to the slightest change in speed or pressure.
As she neared her orgasm, she thrashed more violently and was becoming difficult to hold on to. Suddenly she screamed and grabbed at the sheets on either side as she made angry growling sounds. I wondered if she was having what Magda had described as a double. I couldn't be sure but this orgasm sure seemed stronger than the one she had earlier. As she calmed down I massaged the walls of her pussy until she just lay there in a kind of trance.
“Okay,” she finally said, “there is no way you ever figured all this out by yourself. You're a smart boy but you can't learn all that from books. I've never had an orgasm like that in my life and I'm guessing my good friend Magda is involved. You two are having sex over there aren't you? Am I right? Have you had intercourse yet?”
“Yes we are and yes we have,” I admitted.
I knew full well that my mom was now just as guilty as Magda. She couldn't do anything without affecting herself.
“How long has this been going on?” She asked.
“A week,” I answered.
“A week? Just one week and you've become this sexual?” she said, “There are older men, including your father that have no idea how to do what you just did.”
“I don't think most men love pussy the way I do Mom. I love everything about it; the way it looks, the taste, the smell. I especially love how I can make a woman feel when I eat her.”
All through our conversation I was massaging her pussy as my mother lay there looking up at the ceiling talking softly. Sometimes I would lean in to place a kiss on her mound or her clit and I felt her shiver in response. It was all so surreal. I never dreamed I would be sitting on the floor with my head buried between my Mom's legs while I massaged her pussy. This was ecstasy.
I began to lick her softly again. I wet a finger and slid it into the crack of her ass. I slid it in and out from the bottom, rubbing its length and tickling her sphincter.
“Oh dear, the things you do,” she cooed. “Now don't you dare stick that finger inside me, I don't like that, but this is nice.”
Well, I thought to myself, if she likes a finger she might like a tongue a little more. I cupped my hands under her knees and raised her legs up to expose her ass. Her cheeks parted nicely and I went in for a taste.
“OH MY, what are you doing now you naughty boy!” she tittered.
I tickled her rosebud with my tongue as she made excited little noises. Then I licked the full length of her ass thoroughly as she began to coo and encourage me on. I was enjoying this new part of lovemaking very much but my brain jolted as I realized I was actually licking my mom's ass. No matter, a minute longer and I lowered her legs and kissed and licked her inner thighs back towards her pussy. This time I wanted to see how far I could go with her clit.
I softly licked all around the flap covering her clit as I massaged her once more. She began to buck again as I toyed carefully with her little hood cautiously prying it up to access her love button. She was getting louder now, calling my name and pleading with me never to stop. I touched her clit as gently as I could with the tip of my tongue and I switched from massaging her vagina walls to rubbing her G-spot again. Once more she burst with the kind of scream that had me worried about the neighbours.
I slowed down again and massaged her pussy once more until she was almost back to normal. This time she went completely limp and lay there silently for quite a while. Finally she spoke.
“I don't know what to say Rick,” she muttered, “in the course of one morning you've made me feel sexy and wanted plus you've given me two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I think you have a gift, son. I'm not upset any more about Magda, heck I want to thank her for waking a sexual prodigy. I'm afraid you've got me hooked now though and I'm going to want much more of this. Name your price honey.”
“I don't have a price Mom, this is payment enough. But, come to think of it, this may be a good time to confess about Jan and I. We've sort of been doing this as well.”
“Oh it just keeps getting better, doesn't it,” she scoffed. “Well, what can I say, I'm not exactly in a position to object—am I? One thing though, Rick, you must never let her fall in love with you. You must promise me that. You both must have other lovers in your lives.”
“All right Mom, I promise,” I said.
“So I guess we need to get YOU cleaned up this time,” Mom laughed, “let's go take a shower shall we?”
We entered her shower and she lathered up my cock and balls. She gave me a wonderful slippery hand job that had my senses reeling. I was swooning at my mom's touch while I cupped her tits in my hands and pinched her nipples. I ran my hands all over her taking in our whole new level of intimacy.
She got on her knees and examined me closely as she rinsed my cock off. I took a deep breath as she sucked me into her mouth. I gasped at my cock disappearing into her beautiful face. Was I dreaming? Was this even possible? But the reality set it quickly as her head moved back and forth sending shock waves throughout my body.
“That's amazing Mom,” I moaned in a trance. “I love the way you suck my cock, you're amazing.” The dirty talk seemed to excite her. “Oh God Mom, you're the best cocksucker ever, this is incredible. I love how this feels and I love watching you do it to me. Suck it, Mom, suck my cock.”
Her right hand wandered between my legs to my ass. I felt a finger run up and down my crack and then it rested on my sphincter. It began to burrow into my ass and it was a new and incredible experience. Her finger squirmed its way inward and the intrusion to my ass felt terrific. I began to enjoy the feeling more and more.
She found my prostate and massaged it. I went into another pleasure trance and I began to wonder if this was how a double felt. It was as if there were two orgasms converging into one. My cock was close to spurting its seed and yet, something new and powerful was building even more pressure in my testicles.
