MOM'S VISIT MAKES IT ALL BETTER

I had been through a rough divorce.

During my marriage, my now ex-wife had ensured that I had not been in touch with my family. Trying to talk to them was always good for a fight, and after a few years, I had given up trying. It was hard enough just to keep her from picking fights the rest of the time, let alone when she had an obvious provocation like me talking to my "evil" mother and father.

So now, after several years, my mother was flying into town to visit me.

She had urged me not to pick her up at the airport, and so it was with much nervousness that I waited alone in my small apartment. The minutes ticked by slowly, and I got up and paced the floor, sat, then paced again.

Just as I was preparing to call her on my cell phone, there was a knock at the door. I ran my fingers through my hair, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

There she stood. My mother. She had aged in the last seven years, and her hair had silver in it where there was none in my memory. Her breasts sagged lower than they used to, and her stomach had gotten bigger. She had always been full-bodied, but now she was even plumper.

But her eyes were the same. They sparkled with joy at seeing me, and I felt a hot stinging in my own. I stepped toward her as she stepped through the door and we hugged.

How nice it was to hug someone who didn't have anything to hide, who didn't have a plan for whether I would be allowed to have a real hug or an artificial one. No. This was just my mom. A warm, soft hug, and I buried my face in her neck and clung on for dear life. I buried myself in the pillowy softness of her comforting body.

She hugged me right back, her body pressing against mine, stomach to stomach, her chest squished against mine, and we stayed like that for a long time. Then she pulled her head back, and gave me a kiss. Right on my lips.

It was wierd. I had never kissed her on the lips before, and I started to pull back, but then somewhere inside myself I shrugged and instead kissed her back. It wasn't a sexual kiss, just a warm pressing of lips upon lips, and hers were soft and yielding and pliant. After a second we stopped.

She lifted her hands to cup my face, and then said, "Hello, baby." Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but didn't fall. Instead she just smiled at me.

"Hi, mom," I replied. "Come in."

I stepped aside and she brushed past me. I leaned out of the door and picked up the two suitcases which had been sitting on the deck behind her.

"Damn, mom," I said over my shoulder. "What do you have in here, rocks?"

She laughed.

"How in the heck did you get them up here," I asked.

"Oh, the cab driver was kind enough to carry them up here for me for a ten-dollar tip."

I carried the suitcases into the apartment and headed to the bedroom.

"You were robbed," I said. "You should have called me."

She followed me into the bedroom, where I was placing the suitcases on the dresser. "I wanted to surprise you," she replied.

"Well, you did." I turned to face her. She was wearing casual traveling clothes, batikked sweatpants and a t-shirt.

She looked back at me, her eyes traveling down my body and then back up to my face. "You look great," she stated.

I looked self-consciously down at my body. "Yea, I lost a lot of weight in the last few months."

She smiled.

I paused, then said, "You look great, too." I meant it, too. She may have been round, but to me she was the essence of motherhood, and her lush body was perfect for her.

She laughed."Yea, right."

"Seriously."

She put her arms out, causing her breasts to lift up under her shirt, and then she brought her hands toward her chest, then outlined an exaggerated hourglass shape down her body. "You really think this old lady is okay?"

"Mom," I said with mock exasperation in my voice, "Yes. You look fantastic."

She laughed again. "Well, thanks, kiddo."

"I'm not so much of a kiddo myself, mom. Look." I pointed to my temple where the first few silver hairs were showing.

She squinted her eyes and leaned closer and made a big show of inspecting my hair, gently pulling tufts away from my scalp. For some reason her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I swayed a little, and ended up leaning against her a little, my elbow pushing against her breast and my chin against her forehead.

She didn't move away, just stopped touching my head, and said, "What am I looking for?"

I laughed and stood straight. "My gray hairs."

"Oh, my baby has become a man," she teased.

"I'm glad you're here," I confessed after a short silence.

"Me too," she confided.

I turned her around and gently pushed her out of the door of the bedroom and into the hall. "Do you want anything after your trip?" I asked. "Some tea or water? Or something to eat?"

"I'd just like to freshen up a bit and change my clothes. And then I'd like to take you out to dinner."

"Sure mom, that would be nice."

She pushed past me into the bedroom and then I heard her say, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

I went into the living room and sat down at the computer to check my email.

***

Mom sure was taking a while. I was browsing a dating website when I felt a presence behind me. I breathed in, and I could smell my mother's scent, and for a moment I felt utterly safe and loved. I felt her hands on my shoulder, and she asked, "What's this?"

"It's a dating website, mom," I explained. "It's like personal ads except you can put a lot more information about yourself, add photos, and then email back and forth before you meet."

She looked at the list of girls I had searched up, and then she said, "Well, it's good to see you're back on the horse."

"Haven't found anyone yet, though," I said.

"You will, honey. Don't worry."

I closed the browser and then stood up and turned around. My mother had brushed her hair and clipped it behind her, leaving her thick black and silver curls cascading down her back. She had applied a soft dusky lipstick, and was wearing a one-piece shapeless dress printed with primitive woodcut designs. It somehow de-emphasized her roundness.

"Nice job. You clean up pretty good," I said.

"Thanks. Now where would you like to eat?"

"There's a great place up the street."

"Can we walk?"

"Absolutely."

We left the apartment and I locked the door. As we walked toward the landing, my mother stopped me and gave me a unselfconscious sideways hug, her body turned perpendicular to mine so that as she hugged me, my right arm was enveloped in the deep valley between her breasts. "It's so nice," she said fervently, "to have my baby boy back in my arms again." She pulled harder pulling me deep against her so that her breasts pushed around my arm and against my chest and back.

"That's odd," I thought to myself. "She's not wearing a bra."

She sobbed once, and continued to hug me, pressing herself tightly against me.

"Aw, ma," I said. "It'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere now." I turned in the circle of her arms, my right arm pushing one big soft boob up and toward her side as I did. As I faced her, my arm moved far enough that her breast fell back against her again, and the feel of it flopping against my chest made me feel- I don't know- wierd. "It's nice to have you back, mom," I continued, and I put my arms around her, my hands falling to the small of her back.

It did feel good to be there with my mom again, and so I pulled her against me, not really feeling how her tits were mushed against my chest, or how the curve of her chubby waist was just perfect for my arms to rest against her. Instead I was just feeling a great love for this woman, who I didn't know as an adult, but who raised me and fed me and took care of me when I was young. We stood there for a long time, just hugging each other, pressing our bodies more and more firmly together, until with a sudden horror I realized that the long-forgotten feel of a woman in my arms was stimulating me. I could feel the blood pooling at the base of my penis, and the slow but urgent beginning of a swelling erection.

I tried to pull out of the embrace, but my mom was reluctant to let go, and so I continued to hug her with mounting unease, yet still oddly comfortable. I had read in one of the relationship books with which I post-mortemed my marriage that when someone wants a hug, you should let them be the one to break it. So I kept hugging my mom, and she kept hugging me, and all that time I could feel the slow stirrings of my cock. I could feel it filling with blood, and as it lengthened and hardened, I felt it inch down my pants. With the way that my mother and I were pressed together, there was no way she couldn't be feeling it, yet she said nothing, made no reaction at all as my betraying cock hardened between us.

I was uncomfortably aware of my mother's body in a way that I hadn't been moments ago. Her heavy tits were pushed up against my chest and I could feel her big nipples pressing into me. My arms were resting on her waist, and my hands were right above her ass cheeks at the base of her back. Her breath was warm and soft on my neck, and I felt the tiny hairs there rise up in an atavistic response.

This was crazy. My mom was getting me hot. "God, how desperate I must be," I thought to myself, "that my own mother can excite me."

An image flashed into my head. A night when a twelve-year-old boy had been awakened by strange sounds in the living room and gone padding on silent feet to see what was there. Another flash. My mother, years younger, head thrown back as a bearded man, her boyfriend, suckled on her swollen breast. His fingers. Flash. Touching her thing. Pushing into her thing, my mom making those stange moans which had woken me. Her eyes opening. Widening. Looking at mine. Frozen moment. My mom smiling, mouthing the words, "go back to bed." Her boob bouncing, the massive brown circle around the dark brown nipple-tip. Flash. Turn. Flash.

As I remembered that long ago night, I remembered how that image had fueled my very first masturbatory fantasies, and helplessly, my cock throbbed once. I knew my mom had to have felt that, but she just pulled me tighter against her.

"My baby," she sighed. She squeezed me once tightly and then let go.

I was breathing heavily, and I knew my cheeks had to be flushed. I was embarrassed by my body's reaction and I couldn't understand why my mother had not reacted at all. When I finally looked I her, I saw her cheeks were red too. But she smiled brightly at me and took my hand and we walked on down the deck toward dinner.

***

When we got back from dinner, I suggested a movie. Mom seemed to like the idea, but wanted to change first to get comfortable. I agreed, and quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went into the bathroom to change.

"You decent?" I called out when I finished changing.

"Sure am," she replied, and I came out of the bathroom to find my mother in a blue terrycloth robe. It was old, and faded, and even as I realized it must have been the same one she always used to wear when I was a teenager, I realized that she hadn't tied it up yet. She must have forgotten, because as she turned to face me, it swung open for just a second, and I got a momentary glimpse of one big sagging breast before it fell closed again. I felt my cheeks start to get hot again.

"Oops," she said cheerily. She picked up the ties dangling at her sides and tied the robe closed.

"Come on," I said, to cover the awkwardness, and I grabbed her hand and led her into the living room. "Do you care what we watch?"

"Pick something good, that's all," she replied.

"Oh brother. What a vague request."

She laughed.

I picked out a comedy I liked and put the DVD into the player. I turned off the lights, and then pulled a throw blanket from under the end table. We sat on the couch, our sides touching, and I lifted the blanket and spread it over our knees.

The movie was a good one, and we laughed for the next half hour.

Suddenly mom turned to me and said, "I just want you to know that this feels really good, being here with you. With my baby boy." She put her head on my shoulder.

I don't know what happened in my head, but I just blurted out, "I'd like a motherly hug, mom."

"Ohhhh," she cooed, and she lifted her right arm and put it behind me. "Come here, my baby boy."

It felt really wierd doing this, and yet every nerve in my body was on fire. It was gross, and yet it was beautiful. It felt so right as long as I didn't think about what I was doing. I leaned in toward her, and my mother put her arm over my shoulder and drew my head down to her chest.

"Oh Mommy," I sighed as my face was pressed against the terrycloth of her robe. I could feel the gentle swell of her boob underneath my chin, and I put my right arm around her stomach and slid my left arm behind her so that I was encircling her plump body. My right hand was on her side at her waist, and she lifted her left hand and stroked the back of my head.

"It's okay, baby," she said comfortingly. "It's okay, baby boy. Mommy's here. It's okay." She kept repeating those kinds of things as she ran her fingers through my hair and her right hand patted me gently on my back. I turned my head a little so that my left cheek was against her chest pushing into the pudding-like softness of her breast, and I began to rub my right hand back and forth on her waist, moving it in small circles over her stomach, and then pulling softly but firmly on her lower back with the other. Her breathing got heavier, and her fingers tightened on the back of my head, pulling it forward just a little. As she did, her robe gaped open a little in front, and I realized that I could see into her robe. That I could see the rounded top of her other breast. My fingers tightened on her back and I pulled against her, snuggling into her.

"Oh, Mom," I murmured. "Oh, Mom."

"Shhhhh," she urged, and she moved her right hand in circles on my back. She leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and then her left hand pulled my head more tightly against her. As she did, my head slid forward, until my mouth and nose were touching the vertical hem of her robe. She continued rubbing my head, and as she did, I pulled my right hand back until it was moving around over her stomach, and I began to make larger circles with it, moving my palm all the way down to where her stomach bent in toward her groin, and then back up until on one pass I felt a heavy pressure against my thumb, and I knew I had touched the base of her left breast.

This was crazy! What was I doing? My conscious mind reasserted itself suddenly and I wanted to pull away. This was so wrong. But I was getting turned on, and my hunger for a loving touch overrode that shamed part of myself, and I snuggled myself even more tightly up to my mother, smoothing my right hand up over her stomach until I could feel it pushing the robe itself up underneath her heavy tit. My mother gasped then.

"Oh, baby boy. My baby boy," she said, and her arm tightened on my back and her fingers splayed themselves across the back of my head, and she pulled my head down even more. I turned my face to the left slightly as she did so, and my nose pushed inside the dark folds of her robe and then the hem slid over my cheek and I was in darkness. I could dimly and blurrily see my mother's tit just in front of my face, and then the other hem of her robe slid underneath my left cheek and the left side of my face was suddenly pressed against the bare flesh between her massive, sagging tits. My cock hardened instantly. "It's okay, baby," she burbled. "Mommy has you. Mommy's here, baby."

I pulled her against me with my left arm, and my face moved slightly forward until my lips and nose were just barely touching the soft skin of her boob. "Oh, Mommy," I moaned, "I love you."

"Oh baby, I love you too."

My right hand seemed to have a life of its own. This entire time it had been moving down over her stomach, and then down to her waist, then around out over her wide hip, then over her plump thigh, and back up the stomach until I was almost but not quite cupping the curve of her breast in my hand, and then down again. Over and over in one big circle of heat and love and touch.

I paused for a second, feeling the last cry of my worried mind fade, and then I slid my right hand down my mother's hip until it was cupped almost on her butt, and then I pulled her against me as I snuggled toward her, and then my lips touched her breast and a fire shot through me.

"Oh baby," my mother murmured, and she shivered. Her fingers tightened against the back of my head, and then, as we hugged each other tightly on the couch, both of us stopped all our movement. Her hand continued to exert pressure with her fingers on the back of my head, and my face slowly pushed harder and harder against the puddingy softness of her breast. She was breathing very heavily now, and as we stayed frozen in our mother-son cuddle, her hand continued to draw my lips and face inexorably across her heavy tit.

Slowly, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, my lips moved over her soft, motherly tit-flesh. I heard a loud laugh from the now-forgotten television set. Still more slowly. It was the most exquisitely tantalizing feeling I had ever felt in my life. My own lips pressed against the warm smooth satin of my mother's boob. I wanted this moment to progress. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted it to end. My cock was more rigid than it had ever been in my life, and it throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

My mother pulled again, and I could feel the smooth skin touching my lips slowly become more and more rough. Bumpy. Pebbly. I realized that my lips were now on her aureole. The hem of her robe fell away from my eyes as the robe was pushed off of her shoulder, but it still covered my cheek and mouth.

"Oh, my baby," my mom said in a voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Oh, my baby boy. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, my baby boy."

As she murmured comfortingly down at me, I felt something stiff pushing against my lips. With a shock I realized it was my mom's nipple. As she continued to pressure my head against her tit, I slowly felt the cherry-sized knob of flesh push against the corner of my mouth, and then between my lips, forcing them to open slightly, and then more widely as my mom pulled my head against her chest and the stiff nub moved into the center of my mouth.

"Oh, yes," she sighed softly. She began to rub the back of my head gently, in small circles. "Oh, yes, baby. Oh yes, my baby. Mommy has you."

Unbelievingly, I gave the barest suck at this strange lump of flesh in my mouth. My mind was doing backflips and as I consciously realized that my mother's tit was in my mouth, my left hand pulled urgently at the base of my mother's back, and my right hand pulled at her butt, and she moaned slightly as I pulled her against me. I sucked again, and my mom moaned very softly, then continued with her simple mantra.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Oh yes."

I sucked a little more firmly now, bringing my tongue forward to touch the rough nubbin of flesh I held between my lips. My mother shivered again, and then pushed her chest forward against me while pulling on the back of my head, and my mouth opened wide and I felt my lips touching the edge of her aureole, and I gently sucked in a massive mouthful of mother-tit while my tongue continued gently touching her large nipple. Mom's right hand began to move over my back, pulling and pushing at my shoulder, but her other hand just held me there lovingly against her breast, holding me to her sagging, meaty boob as I sucked and licked at her warm flesh. I was pulling her against me with both my left and right hands, and her legs opened a little as I lifted her left hip up with the force I was exerting.

I moaned into her hot tit-flesh, and Mom gasped. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," she repeated over and over as her hand ran over my shoulders and her other hand pulled me rythmically against her. I sucked at her tit, an indescribable feeling sweeping me away, the love I felt for my mom mixing uneasily with the massive desire I felt building up inside me and the shame I still felt in the back of my mind for even being in this awkward position."Oh, baby!" she moaned loadly as I increased my sucking at her breast. My right hand left her hip and I slid it up onto her arm and her shoulder and then when I felt her bare shoulder, I pulled my hand down slowly, feeling for the first time with my fingers the rounded plumpness of her big saggy tit, and then I slid my hand down farther until my palm was touching and cupping her massive breast, the heaviness of it filling my hand, overflowing it. I began to knead it gently, and lift it, pushing it toward my face so that her breast puddled up underneath my mouth, and I began to suckle even more firmly.

I stopped worrying about what I was doing, and instead just focused on the feelings that were coursing through my body. My old mom was hugging me against her, pulling my head against her tit and her hips were rocking slightly, lifting off of the couch and pushing against my right arm as I ran my right hand all over her squishy breast and then slid it down into her robe, sliding over her bare flesh until I was holding her waist in my fingers, the feel of her naked skin tingling every nerve in my fingertips. She pushed her crotch up against my right elbow, which was resting at the juncture of her thighs, and I could feel her grinding slightly against it, so I held it firm as my mother pushed against me.

I licked and sucked at just that one great teat, slurping up as much titflesh as I could, pulling it into my mouth, and then gently nibbling on the fat nipple with my lips, and my mom shook a little, and her left hand left the back of my head and moved to my right shoulder, and then with both hands on my shoulders, she pulled me against her strongly. I couldn't breathe, my nose was pressed so deeply into her breast, but the feel of that glorious motherly tit was so thrilling that I just continued to suck and slurp even more strongly on her boob. I wasn't thinking any more, I was just enjoying the feeling of the most delicious breast I had even tasted, reveling in the feeling of a boob that was just made for my mouth.

"Oh God, Oh baby, Oh God, Oh baby, my baby, my baby boy. Oh god," my mom moaned and then as I continued to massage her breast and suck on her nipple, she quivered once, twice, and then her body gave a great shudder, and she crushed me against her, her legs quivering, and and she continued to shake I wonderingly felt my own cock throb in response, and then the explosive release as I blasted jet after jet of cum into my sweatpants.

We sat there for a few minutes, and then slowly disentangled ourselves with a little embarassment. We didn't look at each other directly, but we still leaned against each other as we watched the rest of the movie. When it ended, mom got up and went to the bedroom, kissing me on the top of the head, and saying "Good night."

I lay there on the couch trying to sleep, but as I remembered how intense the feelings of love and lust had been as I had sucked my own mother's tit, my cock got hard again, and I masturbated again.

***

The next morning I awoke feeling great, until the memory of what had happened the night before shot into my mind. I blushed lying there in my bed, and I wondered how I would ever face my mother. Perhaps I could just stay in bed, plead sickness. What was I thinking, forcing myself on my mother?

But then I remembered how she had enjoyed it too, and even though I was embarrassed, I figured I would just try to deal with the situation as best I could.

As I lay there, trying to plan my reaction, I could hear my mom humming happily. She was in the kitchen, and I could hear the water turning on and off, and then the smell of breakfast cooking filled my nostrils. "oh, fuck it," I thought to myself, and I got up and pulled on a t-shirt and some basketball shorts.

I brushed my teeth and then went out into the hall and down to the kitchen.

My mother was standing in front of the sink, washing a pan, and she was still wearing her faded blue robe. In the light of the day, I could see that it was so threadbare that with the sunshine streaming in the window, I could basically see right through it. I could see her wide ass and plump legs, the bulge of flesh at her waist, and then the slight curves of her breasts pushing out the sides of the robe. My cock went rigid immediately, and I almost turned around and walked back into the bedroom, but just then Mom turned her head and smiled at me.

"Good morning, baby," she said happily. "Did you sleep good?"

"Um, yea," I answered hesitantly. It looked she wasn't upset, and in fact she wasn't even going to mention it. Alright!

"Come give your mother a kiss," she said. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her against me in a sort of awkward hug, making sure not to press my stiff penis against her, and I puckered up my lips. Mom turned her head the left and then turned her body, too, and I wasn't quick enough, her generous hip pressed against my leg and then slid over my stiff pole and in that position, with her hip pressed firmly against my groin, she kissed me. Our lips met and I could feel the warmth and softness of them, and I hugged her against me. She pushed her lips hard against mine, and for a moment I thought I could feel her tongue poking between them, touching my lips, but then she pulled away and turned back to the sink.

"Mmmm, good morning indeed," she said.

I disengaged my arms from around her.

"Sit down," she said, "and I'll serve you breakfast."

"Sweet!" I sat.

She put a plate of scrambled eggs and home fries in front of me, and then said, "I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe after you eat and shower, we can go shopping?"

"Sure, mom," I said through a mouthful of eggs. I steadfastly refused to think about either last night or how my mom's lips had felt as I kissed her just moments ago. "Don't think about it," I told myself as I ate. "Just don't think about it."

***

When we finally arrived home, it was already late. Mom had always been a dedicated shopper, and today had been no exception. We had gone to no fewer than four separate malls, and I was beat. I hate shopping in the first place, but then with all the carrying and walking... Phew! I was ready to relax. As Mom went into the bathroom, I went back down to the car and grabbed all the various bags and boxes that she had collected.

Not that she was a shopaholic. No. She had bought a digital camera, which she had wanted for a few years, but with my advice she was finally able to get a good deal. She had bought some sandals for walking around the neighborhood, and a few books to read. And finally some presents for her many friends back home. I dumped everything onto the floor of the living room, and then as I straightened up, I heard her voice from the bedroom.

"Hey, baby?"

"Yea, mom?"

"Didn't you say you had a hot tub here?"

My mind reeled. Did my mom want to go in the hot tub with me? I felt slightly disgusted with my eagerness about the possibility. Nothing untoward had happened today, and I had almost convinced myself that last night hadn't happened. Except that it had. "Um, yea mom, we do."

"Oh, good," she said happily. "I'm beat from all this shopping. Would you like to go to the hot tub with me? If you don't you can just tell me where it is..."

"That sounds great," I said quickly.

"Then do me a favor," she called. "Please bring me that yellow bag - the one from the clothing store?"

I grabbed the bag and walked to the door of the bedroom, and then it opened and her arm stretched out. "Por favor?" she said.

I put the handle in her hand and she pulled it inside and then the door shut again. When it opened a few minutes later, my mother stood there with a big beach towel wrapped around her. The shee cloth of a one-piece bathing suit rose from under the towel up over her shoulders.

She smiled. "Your turn."

I changed in about twenty seconds, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, and then we headed down to the hot tub.

There was no one else there when we got there, so I put my towel on the back of a chair and then extended my hand for my mom's towel. She looked me in the eyes and grinned nervously, and then took it off and handed it to me. I stood there for a moment forgetting to take it from her as I eyed her body. Her rounded stomach was clearly visible even in the dim light by the tub, but her big boobs pushed out much further than it did, and they hung down heavily, even with the support of the suit. She dropped the towel in my hand as I stood there frozen, and as I turned to hang it up next to mine, she entered the tub.

"Oh, it's hot," she exclaimed.

I stepped in as she settled down to a sitting position, then I asked her if she wanted the jets on.

"Not yet," she said. "Right now this just feels so good."

I continued to get in then, and ended up sitting down on the opposite side of the hot tub from her. "Oh, man, you are so right," I said.

We sat there for several minutes, just enjoying the heat of the hot water penetrating into our muscles, and the idle currents in the water gently waved our legs back and forth, and sometimes they bumped into each other, and I could feel her smooth skin against my calves.

"This is so nice," my mom said. She turned her head from side to side and then leaned it back and rolled it around, stretching her neck out.

"Does your neck hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "All that driving and then... well... yes."

"Come here," I said, "and I'll give you a neck rub."

With no hesitation, my mother slipped into the water until only her head was above it, and then her head floated toward me, and I could see the dim security lights reflected in her eyes. She turned and stood up, and then sat herself right in front of me. I wasn't ready, and as she did, I had to scoot up, but I couldn't move back far enough and I ended up with my legs spread, with my mother's fat ass pressed right up against me. Even in the heat of the hot tub, the touch of her body was enough to start the blood rushing to my cock, and pressed as it was right up against the crack of her ass, I knew that if I got an erection, it would be immediately obvious to her. Oh well. I had already thrown caution to the winds the previous night, and I was prepared to ignore all my normal reservations at the moment because the feel of my mother's touch was like balm to my soul (and fire to my passion).

I raised my hands and put them on her shoulders, and as I began to massage them, my mother sighed happily. "That feels great," she said. She groaned softly as I continued to rub her shoulders and neck, and as I dug my fingers into her soft flesh, she leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees to prop herself up. However, as she leaned forward her meaty ass pushed back more firmly against me, and my cock stiffened in response. I could feel it lengthening, sliding forward into the only space available to it, the crack between her buttocks, underneath her, and as it did, she pushed back a slight bit more and let out another groan.

"Keep going, baby," she said.

I realized I had stopped as the feel of my hard cock pushing against the meat of my mother's ass took over my attention, and I started to rub her neck again.

"Mmmm, yes," she said huskily. "Mmmmmm."

I began to pull my fingers against her shoulders, digging into the soft spaces, and this had the effect of pulling her against me. Her soft, fleshy ass pressed tightly against my inner thighs and stomach, and my cock strained against my suit, pointing straight forward underneath her. It almost hurt to have my penis straight like that, but I wouldn't have stopped for all the world. I was in heaven with my old mother's big butt pushing against my body, with my cock constrained between us, stiff as a board.

"Mmmmmm, yes," she moaned again, and she pushed back more firmly, and I could feel my cock pushed right up against her. I was going crazy. My body was on fire, and my cock pulsed strongly.

I couldn't stand it. I felt like I was going to come, but I didn't want to, so I slid my hands down off of her shoulders and I felt the pressure of her body against mine lessen slightly. She didn't say a word, but she leaned back against me, and her butt slid forward a little bit, but my cock was still pressing against her. Her hands lifted to my hands, and she grabbed them in hers and then pulled them forward in front of her as she nestled back against me.

I couldn't believe I was doing this with my mom. I was so excited that I felt like my entire body was seething with electricity. It was so wrong, so nasty, but at the same time I had never felt anything like this. The passion that inflamed me was unreasoning, overpowering. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted to cringe with shame, but the rest of me just wanting to keep touching this beautiful woman, to keep caressing her soft smooth flesh and to feel her warm softness pressed against me.

My mother pulled my arms around her, and to my surprise, she placed one hand on each sagging, heavy tit. Her hands stayed on top of mine, and she sighed with contentment. I stayed still, afraid to move and somehow upset this magical scene. My fingers slowly stretched out, and I could feel how big her breasts were, with much more titflesh outside of my grasp than inside. I could feel her big stiff nipples underneath my palms, and as we sat there, with my mother's round body leaning back against mine, I began to ever so gently flex my fingers. Even though I was barely moving, I knew my mother could feel it, because she gasped in a small breath, and then her hands pressed gently against mine, pushing them against her big boobs, and then she started to pull my hands in small circles, my fingers softly grabbing at her baggy teats, and her stiff nipples bending under the pressure of my palms.

"Mom-" I began.

"Shhhh. It's okay." she said softly. "Just relax." Her hands left my hands and then I felt them on my outer thighs, and I tightened my grip on her, pulling her back against me, pulling her heavy ass back into position right above my cock as I slid a little lower in the water. It was almost as if my mom were lying on top of me, and her hands grabbed onto my thighs and began to rub back and forth gently on them, running from knee to hip. I continued to softly massage her big tits, which were spreading out almost flat.

"Yes, baby," she said in a soft motherly voice. "That's nice." Her hands increased their pace on my thighs, and she slid down a little more, and I could feel her soft ass rubbing against my swollen cock as she did.

I continued to pull and rub on her breast with my right hand while I moved my left hand down until it was rubbing her stomach, from side to side and top to bottom. As my thumb and fingers moved directly over my mother's right nipple, my mom leaned her head back against me and I moved mine slightly to the side so that I ended up with my mouth right against her neck just below her ear.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. I pinched her nipple softly between my finger and thumb, then began to pull gently at it, pulling it from side to side, and then away from her body so that her breast would lift up slightly. It was difficult to do with her swimsuit covering her flesh, but it lent a sensuousness to the feeling, as if I wasn't quite really touching her. As I played with her nipple, my other hand continued to slide over my mother's stomach, and I revelled in the feeling of her flesh under my hand. I cupped her round belly from the bottom and pulled her up and against me and she let out a loud groan as I did. I was breathing against her neck, smelling her scent, and I couldn't help myself, I kissed her neck.

She cried out then, but stopped herself, and for a second she stopped moving, and then her hands started rubbing my thighs even more vigourously, and she began to move her ass in a tiny circle on top of me, very slowly, but I could feel the different pressures it was creating on my throbbing cock. My pulling and tugging at her nipple became more intense, and mom was hissing with every breath she took. My left hand slid down a little more, and even as I asked myself how far I was prepared to go, my hand with a mind of its own slid down her groin until I could feel the crinkly hairs underneath the slick cloth of the bathing suit. I pressed my fingers against her, pushing gently but firmly until I could feel my fingertip touch the beginning of her cleft and as it touched her there, she cried out again, and her ass tilted back and pressed very firmly against me. I was lost in the sheer pleasure of touching my mother's soft body, and I couldn't even say anything, so I just lay there pressing my cock against her ass, pulling and pushing at her nipple and heavy tit, and pressing my fingers against her slit while her hands tightened at the back of my thighs and pulled me against her.

I had never felt so excited in my life. The wrongness of what was happening only added to my heightened state, and I thrilled with the sensation. Even my wife had never made me feel like this. I began to lick and kiss my mom's neck as she pulled me against her with her hands, then let go, then pulled me up again, in effect causing me to hump myself against her ass. I continued to squish and press her tit with my right hand as we did so, and I began to slide the fingers of my left hand up and down her slit as gently and teasingly as I could. I slurped at her neck, licking and sucking at her warm, wet skin, and my mother moaned with pleasure. I kissed and sucked my way down to her shoulder, her moaning softly the entire time, and then slowly licked my way back up her neck to her ear. I pulled my left hand up from her sex, and slid it over her left breast, and then as I kissed her ear and gently nibbled on the lobe, I began to play with her left breast just as I was doing with the right one, pushing the nipple firmly from side to side, trying to grab it through the slick bathing suit.

"Oh, god, baby," my mom finally said. She turned her head to face me, and her body slid to the side as she did until she was lying almost on her side on top of me. She lifted her face to mine, and she stared deep into my eyes. I was trembling with anticipation and excitement, and though my right hand was now trapped behind her, my left hand continued to rub and cup her breasts. She leaned her face forward and placed her lips on mine and a jolt of electricity shot through me as I realized I was kissing my own mother. Not like a son, but like a lover. Our lips pressed together, a little unsurely at first, but then she opened her mouth slightly, and so did I, and she moaned into my mouth and that was all it took. Our tongues swirled out and my brain went into hyperdrive as I consciously realized I was french-kissing my mother, and as my deep passion lent an incredible intensity to the the amazing feeling of my mother's lips on mine and her tongue inside my mouth.

Our tongues danced together, twisting around each other, and our mouths opened wide, then wider as if we were trying to devour each other. My mouth was stretched wide open against hers, straining against hers, and our tongues slid over and under and around each other again and again. Time seemed to stop as I focused all my attention on the feel of my mother's hungry kiss, the sloppiness of it.

Suddenly my mother pulled her lips away from mine, and then she turned away from me. Her body slid back into its previous position, with her heavy ass pressing againt my cock. She sat up, and my hands fell to her waist. She leaned forward, lifting her butt from me, and she reached back behind her, not looking at me. I sat there unmoving, my hands resting softly on her hips. I felt her fingers at my waist, and then I felt them at the top of my bathing trunks. She reached inside just enought to grab the ties, and then she pulled them loose, still looking away from me. I pressed my feet against the bottom of the hot tub, and my neck against the edge, and I lifted my pelvis. My mother pulled at my bathing suit, and I felt her slip, so I slid my hands down a little lower until they were cupping her butt, and I pushed hard to help hold her up. With this support, my mother let go of my trunks, and then she leaned forward, bending over, and then I felt her hands reaching underneath her, sliding over the front of my groin, touching for a second on my straining rod, and then when they touched the waistband, sliding outwards slightly, and then she pulled hard, pulling my trunks down off of my waist. As my trunks slid lower on my body, my rigid cock popped free and it touched her inner arm for a moment.This entire scene was played out in utter silence. There was no sound except for our heavy breathing. I pushed against my mom's ass, holding her up as she continued pulling my trunks down until I could slide one leg out and then use it to push my trunks off my other leg. When I did, Mom reached down into the water and caught them up and draped them over the side, and then she kept one hand between her legs as she put the other one down on my thigh to support herself.

I was insane with excitement, with the forbidden thrill of being in such a compromising position with my mom. My cock was rock-hard, and I wanted to pull my mom down on top of me. Even as I thought that, my mom lowered herself, still leaning forward, and I felt her ass cheeks press against my belly with a tantalizing thrill, and then I could feel my cock pressing against something.

"Oh god," was all mom said. Then, "Sit up."

I scooted back until I was sitting up against the wall, and mom slid her ass down from my belly as I did and then onto my lap again, and then we were back in our original position except that my naked cock was now pressed against her ass. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, but because she was leaning forward, all I could do was pull gently on them as they hung down inside her suit. I didn't think, but just slid my hands up to the top of her chest, and then I pulled at the straps of the bathing suit until they slid down her arms. "Yes, my baby boy," Mom moaned, and I peeled her bathing suit down until her heavy tits swung free from her body and plopped into the water. I grabbed the sagging sacs in my hands, cupping the heavy meaty titflesh in my fingers, gently pinching her large stiff nipples between my first two fingers on each hand, squeezing the stiff nub of flesh until she hissed with pleasure.

My mother leaned her whole body forward then, and I was compelled to move with her. As she fell forward, her left arm came up to reach in front of her and grab onto the opposite side of the hot tub. I clung onto her breasts as if they were handles, and I ended up standing on the bottom of the hot tube, with my mother's generous ass pressed right against my groin, my penis once again pushed downward, and as she spread her legs I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against the smooth material of her suit. Then I felt my mother's fingers brush the tip as she slid her hand underneath the crotch of her suit and then pulled it to the side. Her fingers then touched my cock, and I involuntarily leaned forward, pushing her forward too, and as we moved, she grabbed the tip of my pole and I felt her aiming it, and then I could feel the the very tip of my dick pressing against a soft, slick depression. My hands tightened on her boobs, and my fingers clenched, pinching her thick rubbery nipples, and she groaned deeply but quietly.

I paused for a second, but no longer. I couldn't wait. The tip of my cock was pressed against my mother's hairy slit, my fingers were sunk deep into her soft saggy tits, and every fiber of my body was trembling with anticipation. Could I do this? Could I actually do this with my mother?

No answer was necessary, because without waiting any more, I pushed my hips forward and my mom gave out a long low moan as the tip of my swollen penis pushed against her pussy lips, and then inside the secret motherly warmth of her cunt. It was like heaven, even that small amount, and the buttery heat of her juicy slit was the best feeling I had ever felt. I grunted with the sheer pleasure of the feeling of my mom's lips opening for my stiff cock, sliding over the head, parting before it, allowing it to enter where a son should never enter his mother.

My mom groaned too, and I pushed gently on her ass with my hands until she moved forward a little more, bending over a slight bit more, her legs separating, her ass tilting up until she was almost horizontal, and I pushed my hips again, driving another inch of my cock into my mom's welcoming pussy. She let out another groan, and then before I could stop her, she drove herself back at me, pushing until my cock slipped more and more deeply into her widening cunt, pushing her lips open, driving the stiff cockmeat into her hot, slick hole. Nothing had ever felt as right as my cock slipping into my mother's twat; it was as if she was made for me, designed to fit my cock exactly, her inner walls gripping my shaft, tightening and loosening as I accomodated her hungry pressure. Her ass pressed up tightly against me, the wide cheeks spreading before me as my cock delved into her sliding further and further until it could go no deeper and I was lodged right up against my mother, my cock as far as it could go, my hands still cupping her meaty tits, her fat ass touching me all over the front of my thighs with an indescribable sensation of love and lust and hunger and desire.

"Oh, baby," my mom moaned softly, "that feels so good, honey. Oh, baby, you make your momma so happy."

I slid my hands down off of her breasts and onto her wide hips, resting them on her waist as I pulled her even more tightly against me, pressing that fat ass into me as if we could become one person if I only pulled hard enough. "Oh, mom," was all I could say.

"Yes, baby, I know. I know." She pushed forward a little pulling her cunt slowly off of my cock and then pushing back again, sliding herself onto my prick until her ass was pressed tightly against me once more. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Oh, yes," I replied quickly.

"Do you like your mommy's pussy, baby?"

"Oh yes, mom," I said, and I pushed her forward myself, slowly peeling her steaming cunt from my pole, and then I pulled on her hips, sliding her back against me, sliding her juicy slit back around my cock.

"Do you really like my pussy, baby?" my mom said, still not looking at me, but wiggling her ass very slightly in a slow figure eight motion.

"Oh, god, mom," I said urgently, "I've never felt anything like it!"

"I've wanted you for so long," she said. "I've always wanted you to be back inside me, back inside my pussy."

I pushed her forward again, then pulled her back. It was still slow, but there were no pauses now. Very, very slowly, I was fucking my own mother, sliding my swollen cock into my own mother's pussy, doing something so taboo, so forbidden, that the very wrongness of it only added to my confused desire.

"I've always wanted you, too, mother," I replied as I continued to increase the pace of our pumping, pushing my mother forward and pulling her back, feeling the soft pudding of her assflesh slap against my thighs as we humped at each other. I didn't have to pull on her, because she was pushing back so strongly, her motherly body straining to reach mine, her fat cunt slurping hungrily at my meat, pulling it deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust.

"Oh, baby," she mewled as I began to pump her more ferociously, pulling that motherly ass back against me, reaching forward with my swollen cock to push as deep as I could inside my mother's cunt. The water in the hot tub was swaying to and fro with our motions, and it began to slosh out over the edges as I pumped hungrily, desperately at my mother's twat, shoving my cock deep inside the only woman who ever really loved me.

She was moaning with each thrust now, and so was I, and we were no longer trying to be quiet.

"Oh, god, baby," she cried as I shoved my cock in and out of her buttery pussy, her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock, the swollen head staying inside, but just barely each time. "I love you, my baby boy, I love you so much."

"I love you, mommy," I hissed as I continued to hunch my cock up inside my mother, pushing my prick deep into my mother's secret place, "I love you, I love you, mom."

My mom was humping her ass back up at me as fast as I was slamming my cock into her cunt. I loved the feeling of her ass cheeks pressing against my thighs with each deep thrust.

"Yes, baby, yes baby," my mom was crying over and over, "Love your mommy, love your mommy."

"I do," I replied as I pummelled her hole with my dick, my hands dug deeply into her waist so that I could pull her back against me over and over, the delicious feeling of her pussy sliding over my cock the most sensual thing I had ever felt.

"Love your mommy, love your mommy," she continued to repeat, and as I slammed my cock over and over into her fat cunt, spearing into her, driving deep inside her, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start.

"I'm gonna," I panted, "I'm gonna... gonna... gonna..."

"Oh yes, baby," she hissed wickedly. She humped back at me with increasing speed and strength, driving me to impale her with my bloated meat. "Come for me, baby, come for your mommy, come for mommy, come for mommy..." She kept repeating that part as we slammed our bodies together over and over, faster and faster, and then I felt it coming.

"I'm-"

"Yessssss"

My cock throbbed wildly as come erupted from the tip, boiling into my mother's pussy, jet after jet, spasm after spasm, and even as I began to spurt my seed into my mother's womb, she began to shudder and shake, and her pussy clenched around my cock tightly and she cried out loudly and wordlessly and humped her ass up against my pushing my cock more deeply inside her than I thought it could go, her ass cheeks quivering as she pressed herself against me with both her hands on the edge of the tub and I pushed back into her, hunching over my mother's body, pulling myself into her with the pressure of my hands at her waist. I shook with the force of my own orgasm, feeling aftershocks echoing through me as the last of my sperm shot into my mother and she shivered with her own pleasure, keeping me clasped deep inside the velvey sheath of her cunt.

We stayed like that for a long moment, and then without a word, we got out of the hot tub, put our suits back on, and went upstairs. But that's another story.