MOM'S RED BIKINI

The first time I saw my mother in a bikini, I actually got an erection.

I had always known she was a good looking woman but...

Her bleached blond hair hung down below her shoulders and she usually wore it pulled back in a ponytail. She had a pretty face with blue eyes, a small nose and moist, full lips.

Her breasts were large, full and heavy. She had a thick waist and wide, rounded hips, a large, sexy ass and long, shapely legs.

My mother was seventeen when I was born so she was younger than my friends' mothers. I was nineteen when all this happened so my mother was only thirty-six. She looked and acted even younger.

My mother had three tattoos. There was a rose on her left ankle, a butterfly on her right hip and a tribal design on the small of her back. She loved rock and roll music. The kitchen radio was always on and my mother loved to dance as she worked. My mother was smart and funny and fun to be around.

My buddies thought she was hot and even though I knew she was, I never thought of her that way. She was my mom.

Until I saw her wearing that red, string bikini.

The top consisted of two tri-angles, held up and on by spaghetti cords that tied in bows behind her back and neck. The red material that covered her breasts did nothing to hide their true size and shape. Covered by just the tri-angles of red cloth, her breasts appeared even larger than they did when she was dressed. The bottom of her bikini hid the slit of her pussy and the crack of her ass but left most of the plump butt cheeks exposed.

As she lie on the chaise lounge, on the deck behind our house, I could not stop staring at her breasts, her hips, her legs.

At that point in my life, I was ready, able and eager to fuck every female who was willing. I was tall, muscular and good looking. I didn't have much trouble getting girls in bed. During my last three years of high school and my first year of college, I had sex with about ten different girls, including my sister. Now I was thinking about screwing my own mother.

"Does my wearing this bikini bother you, Matt?" my mother asked.

"No, of course not," I lied.

"I usually wear this to sunbathe only when I'm alone because I know how revealing it is," my mother told me, "but I figured you were old enough not to be shocked by seeing your mother's body."

"I'm not shocked," I assured her. I didn't tell her how turned I was. "I just never realized how beautiful you are."

"Thank you, Matt," she said. "I don't believe you but thank you, anyway."

Twenty minutes later, mom went back in the house. Ten minutes after that, my erection finally subsided. That night, and the next night, the memory of my mother, wearing that red bikini, floated through my mind as I jerked off.

On Monday afternoon, I was watching the baseball on television. I didn't have to work that day and I wasn't planning on going anywhere so I was wearing knee length, baggy shorts and a white T-shirt. I had not gone out further than the sun deck, so I was not wearing shoes or socks.

My father, as usual, was out of town on business. He had a great job and made a ton of money but he was gone more than he was home. My mother worked in the billing department at the local hospital. She would be home around five.

Michelle came into the living room and sat down beside me. "Hey, Matt. What's happening?" she asked.

"Not much," I told her, "How are you doing?"

"Who's winning?" she asked.

"They are," I told her, "Three-zip."

My sister and I had always been close. She was eighteen, just eleven months younger than me. I don't know if it was because we were almost the same age or because our personalities were so similar but whatever it was, we grew up more like friends than siblings. Even after she decided, just before I left home for college, that we shouldn't have sex anymore, Michelle and I remained friends.

Michelle was five-five and had dark, almost black hair that hung half way down her back. Her oval shaped face was pretty, green eyes, straight nose and full lips, and her body was gorgeous.

She was wearing a green belly shirt, that showed off her full, round tits, and low rise, cut-off Levis, that showed off her flat stomach..

"Did you see mom's bikini?" she asked.

"She was wearing it when she came out on the deck yesterday and my eyes almost popped out of my head," I told her.

"Its really hot, isn't it?" Michelle said.

"Sssmmmokin'," I told her.

"When you saw her wearing it, did you get a hard-on?"my sister asked in an innocent but sneaky tone of voice.

I looked at her, surprised by the question. "Yeah, I did," I admitted.

"Did you want to fuck her?" my sister asked.

I thought for a minute about how to answer. "If I got the chance," I finally told her, "I wouldn't say no."

"Do you want to fuck me?" Michelle asked.

"Are you serious?" I wanted to know, "you said we couldn't do it anymore."

"I changed my mind," she said.

"If we do it," I asked, "are you going to change your mind again?"

"I don't know," Michelle said, "maybe... but I doubt it. Last year, you were going off to college and I was stuck here for another year. I guess I was a little jealous. But now we're both going to the same school in September. Wouldn't it be nice to have a fuck buddy close by?"

"I already have a couple girlfriends at school," I said.

"I know,"Michelle said, "and I want to have two or three boyfriends soon after I get there. That doesn't mean we can't have each other, too."

My cock was already getting hard and I was thinking about her pert tits, her firm ass and her tight pussy.

"You want to do it now?" I asked, putting my hand on her breast. I squeezed the firm mound through her blouse and bra, just to see her reaction.

"Uh-huh," Michelle answered, licking her lips as she stared at me.

"Will you suck my cock?" I asked.

"Of course," Michelle said. She reached over and gripped my rod through the material of my shorts, sending a tingling wave up my spine.

I leaned back, raising my hips off the couch, and pushed my shorts down around my ankles. I lowered my hips and without speaking, my sister gripped the fat shaft and leaned forward, sliding her mouth onto my cock.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, as Michelle sucked my pole in and out of her mouth, "that feels so good." With my eyes closed, a vision of my mother, wearing her red bikini, floated before me.

I raised the back of Michelle 's blouse and unhooked her bra. Reaching around her body, I slipped my hand under her blouse and bra and played with her bare breasts. My sister groaned as I pulled on and twisted her nipples.

Michelle sucked on the head of my cock as she stroked the shaft. Then she slid both her hand and mouth up and down my pole.

She moved her hand away and slowly sucked my cock into her mouth. Her lips slid further down the shaft until it filled her mouth. She pulled back to the head then slid her lips even further down the shaft, this time to the very base.

My sister raised her head, gasping, a long string of saliva stretching out between the tip of my prick and the corner of her mouth. She took a deep breadth and went down on me again, all the way down, holding the entire length of my cock in the wet, warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned again, placing my hand on Michelle's head, "Once more, baby."

She raised her head, took a couple quick breadths, and plunged her mouth back down, letting my cock's crown slip deep into her throat.

Michelle pulled back and caught her breadth as she stroked my cock. "Take your clothes off," I told her.

My sister sat next to me as she pulled off her blouse and bra. Standing up, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down to the floor. She was wearing a blue thong which she slid down her shapely legs. I pulled my shirt off as I watched her undress.

"You want to go in the bedroom?" Michelle asked.

We grabbed our clothes and walked naked to Michelle's bedroom. We dropped our clothes by the door and my sister lie down on her back, on her double bed. I lie down next to her, on my stomach. Lowering my head to her breasts, I began sucking her nipples. At the same time, I moved my hand to my sister's crotch. As soon as my fingers touched her mound, my sister groaned and opened her legs.

I cupped her cleanly shaven pussy and moved my fingers through her slit. Michelle moaned and gasped as I pushed one finger, then two, deep inside the hot, wet channel.

Slowly, I twisted my body around, kissing and licking my sister's nude flesh, from her tits, along her stomach, down her belly and between her legs. Michelle gasped as I flicked my tongue over her clitoris then groaned deeply as I sucked the swollen bud between my lips.

I was on my knees, my hands under the cheeks of my sister's ass. As I licked and sucked her pussy, I felt her hand between my legs, slowly rubbing my cock. She began pulling it towards her and twisting her body around until her head was between my legs. Then she guided my pole between her lips and I slowly fucked her mouth, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, further down her throat with each stroke, while I kissed and licked her wet, hot pussy and the firm, smooth flesh of her inner thighs.

Even as my sister and I 69ed, the picture of my mother's body, covered only by the red bikini, was sharp in my mind.

Michelle pushed my hips and jerked her head away. "Fuck me, Matt," she moaned, "I want your cock in my pussy so much... Fuck me, please."

I turned around, held myself up on stiff arms over her and slid my hard, saliva covered cock into my sister's hot, wet pussy. Lowering my body onto my sister's, I pumped my hips, plunging my tool in and out of her. The slick walls of her tight cunt gripped my tool as she groaned, chanted, almost screamed with pleasure. Our lips pressed together and our tongues explored each others' open mouth as my hot cum spurted through my cock and into her belly.

Megan lie under me, her eyes closed, her expression peaceful. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she answered, opening her eyes and smiling at me.

"Did you cum?" I asked her.

Her smile widened and she put her arms around my neck. "Oh yeah," she said, closing her eyes, "twice."

As I lay on top of my sister, I was thinking about my mother and her red bikini.

"Let me up," Michelle said, "I have to use the john."

A few minutes later, she came back from the bathroom. "I want to fuck," my sister told me as she climbed back onto the mattress. She lie down next to me and I pulled her warm, firm body against mine.

As we kissed, our tongues slid into each other's mouth and I played with her breasts. I moved my hand down her taut body to her already hot, wet pussy. Michelle turned onto her back and separated her legs. I lowered my head and sucked her breasts as my fingers examined her slit.

Michelle 's pussy was hot and wet. Her juices smeared on her inner thighs and coated my fingers. As I finger-fucked her, I rubbed my thumb against her clitoris and gently bit her nipples, making her sigh and groan with pleasure.

"I think...I'm going to...cum again..." Michelle whispered, sounding a little surprised.

Her cunt was wet and slick. I sucked harder on her tits and pushed my fingers deeper into her, rubbing her clit faster. Michelle was panting and her hips were jerking up and down. "More," Michelle pleaded, "Put all your fingers inside me."

I bunched my fingers together, pushing all four into her.

"Cum, baby," I urged her, "Cum on my hand."

"Yesssssss," Michelle hissed, " yesyesyesyesyes. Push harder--go deeper."

I pushed and twisted my fingers deeper into my sister's slick, slippery cunt as she spread her legs even further apart. Her back arched, raising her hips off the bed.. "More," she told me, "Push your fingers in deeper!"

I pushed and twisted my fingers into her cunt and my entire hand slipped into her. "Ooohhh, FUCK!" she cried, squeezing her legs together with my fist inside her, "OOOHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" The lips of her pussy encircled my wrist. The walls of her pussy encompassed my fist. My sister reached down and grabbed my wrist, holding my fist inside her as she lowered her hips to the bed.

Michelle was breathing heavily, gasping as I slowly pulled my hand out of her pussy. "That was wonderful," she said, "I never came like that before."

I stretched out next to my sister, took her hand and placed it on my cock. "Now you can make me cum, Sis. Suck it for me," I said, "my cock is so hard its ready to burst."

Michelle leaned forward and the warm wetness of her mouth engulfed my erection. Her hands and mouth, her tongue and lips, worked to cover my cock and balls with her saliva. I sighed and closed my eyes, and thought about my mother as my sister sucked me off.

The heat and pressure of my orgasm moved up into the shaft of my cock. I reached out and placed my hand on the back of my sister's head, holding it down as my cum pumped into her mouth.

It was almost four o'clock. Mom would be home in about an hour. Michelle and I went into the bathroom and got in the shower together.

"I guess we won't be able to do this again until next Monday," my sister said, as her hands lathered my crotch.

"You can wake me up when you get home from work," I told her, busily soaping her breasts.

"Maybe," Michelle said, "but what if mom wakes up and catches us?"

The vision of my mother filled my mind. "Turn around and bend over," I told my sister, "I want to fuck you again."During the next week, when Michelle got home from work, she would come to my room and get in bed with me. After making love, she would go to her own room and bed. During sex, Michelle moaned and groaned and sometimes screamed. There were times I expected my mother to burst into the room to find out why her daughter was screaming.

Until last Sunday, I had never thought about my mother in a sexual way but now, even though I was fucking Michelle every night, I could not stop wanting to fuck my mother. And, there were times when it seemed mom was flirting with me. Some of the things she said and did since I got home from school seemed almost like a come-on, a hint that she was interested in me sexually.

The following Sunday, Michelle left for work at two fifteen. I went up to my room to put my laptop away and on the way back I noticed that my mother's bedroom door was open. Mom was standing at the mirror, her back towards me, fixing her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing the red bikini.

Just like the first time, seeing my mother in her red bikini was all it took to make me hard. I stood in the doorway, studying her bare shoulders and the contour of her naked back, her plump, sexy ass and her long, shapely legs. Her tanned flesh was smooth, like silk. I wanted to touch her. My cock ached to be inside her.

My mother must have seen me in the mirror. Just as I was about to leave, she said, "You can come in if you'd like."

Busted. "Oh -- uh -- I was..." I stammered, a little flustered by being caught.

She turned to face me. Seeing the front of her nearly naked body increased my arousal. "Why are you staring at me?" she asked.

Now I really was busted. I took a few steps into her room. "I told you," I reminded her, "I think you're beautiful."

"I still don't believe you," she told me. Her eyes dropped down to my bulging crotch. "Do you have a hard-on?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do," I admitted, suddenly embarrassed, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be," my mother said, "I like knowing I can still give a guy a hard on. Especially my son." I was surprised by her bluntness, but I liked it. She sat down on the bed and crossed her bare, shapely legs. I wondered what it would be like to touch and kiss the smooth, tanned flesh.

"You could give a statue a hard-on," I told her.

"You're sweet," she said, a pleased smile on her lovely face. It was like I was talking to someone else. Certainly not my mother.

"Yeah," I said, "me and Oedipus."

"Oedipus," she repeated the name, "isn't he the guy who killed his father so he could sleep with his mother?"

"I learned about him in psychology class," I told her.

She looked at me with mock concern. "You're not planning to kill your father, are you?" my mother asked.

"Of course not," I said, smiling.

"Do you want to sleep with your mother?" she wanted to know.

I wanted to answer but nothing came out.

"Failure to answer is usually an admission of guilt," my mother said. That was a hold over from my childhood.

"I know," I told her.

"You don't think your mom is too old for sex?" she asked, looking directly at me.

"Are you kidding? You're the youngest mom I know," I told her, "and the hottest. Especially in that bikini."

My mother stared at me for a moment, as though thinking. "Maybe I should take it off," she said.

"No," I protested, "don't stop wearing it..."

"I didn't say 'stop wearing it,'" she interrupted me, "I said, 'take it off.'"

it took a second for her words, her meaning, to penetrate. When I realized what she meant, my whole body tingled, I got light headed and my knees felt weak. I moved to the dresser so I could lean against it. "Are you serious?"

"Would you like that?" my mother asked.

"Yes," I answered, my cock pounding, "god, yes."

Mom reached up and untied the bow behind her neck. The red tri-angles clung to her breasts as she reached behind her back and pulled that bow loose. With her left hand, my mother pulled the red cloth away from her breasts and tossed it to the floor.

Her bare breasts hung on her chest like two large sacks, made of silk and filled with honey. They were pulled down by their own weight and supported by their firm mass. The nipples were short and thick, surrounded by three inch circles of pinkish tan.

She stood up and slowly untied the bows on her hips. Again, she used her left hand to pull the red cloth from between her legs and toss it by the top of her bikini. I could see the beginning of her slit. Her pubic mound was covered by a neatly trimmed tri-angle of short, dark hair.

My mother stood by the bed, completely naked, letting me look at her. The bikini remained on her body, naturally white flesh surrounded by tan. Finally, she said, "Now its your turn." I looked at her, puzzled, and she said, "I like being naked but not by myself. Now you have to get naked, too."

It took about three seconds to pull off my T-shirt and drop my shorts. It felt strange to be naked in front of my mother, especially since my cock was totally hard and sticking straight out. It felt even stranger to be looking at my mother's naked body.

"My goodness," Mom said, "you are a big boy." She stepped forward and gently took my cock in her hand. A bolt of electric pleasure shot up my spine and my body stiffened.

"Bigger than Dad?" I asked.

"I think so," Mom said, tightening her grip and slowly moving her fist from the base to the crown and back. "Your definitely thicker."

I put my hands on her breasts, lifting the heavy globes as I rubbed and squeezed the firm, yet soft flesh. "You really are beautiful." I told my mother. I lowered my head and began kissing her bare shoulder.

"That feels really nice," my mother told me, twisting her head as I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. I lowered my head further and sucked the smooth, soft flesh of her aureola into my mouth as I pressed my face into the firm, soft mounds of warm flesh. "Oh god," my mother sighed, her back arching.,

Standing on tip toes, mom put one hand on my upper arm and her other hand on the back of my head. I moved my hands down and behind her. Holding her ass cheeks, I raised my head and pulled my mother's hips forward. I could feel my erection pressing against her stomach. "I really want to fuck you," I whispered. As I spoke, I moved one hand to the front of her body and cupped her hairy crotch. My mother , her hand still behind my head, pulled my head forward and down, covering her mouth with mine. Her tongue pushed between my lips.

My mother moved away from me, took my hand and led me to the bed. She lie down and pulled me after her. Lying on top of her, I supported my weight on my elbows as I kissed her mouth, her face, her neck and shoulders. Then I twisted around and put my mouth on her breasts.

My mother groaned and gasped as I sucked and played with her tits, squeezed and softly bit her nipples. I moved off my mother's body but continued sucking her nipples as I moved my hand between her legs. She raised and separated her knees as my fingers slipped into her.

She was hot and wet. I fingered her slit, rubbing her clitoris and sliding my fingers in and out of her. My mother's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip.

I raised myself over her and positioned my hips between my mother's legs. She reached down, held my cock with two fingers and guided it into pussy.

Her heat and wetness engulfed me. My cock was in my mother's pussy. I was actually fucking my own mother.

I began pumping in and out of her with long, deep, slow strokes. I wanted that first time to last as long as possible.

My mother was rubbing my back and groaning as I pounded my cock into her cunt. "Oh shit —fuck yes --oh fuck that's good--YES -- YES -- YES!!!"

Suddenly, my cock burst. I lowered my mouth onto my mother's and thrust my tongue between her lips. I pushed into her, hard and deep, and a river of cum spurted and flowed into my mother's belly.

I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching my mother. She was lying on her back, in the middle of the bed, with her eyes closed. Her left hand held her right breast, her fingers squeezing and twisting the nipple. Her other hand was between her legs, two fingers deep inside her pussy.

Slowly, my mother withdrew her fingers. They were wet, glistening with her own juices. She raised her hand to her mouth, licking and sucking her fingers clean.

I walked to the edge of the bed, "Can I do that?" I asked.

Mom opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. "Of course," she said.

I lie down on my stomach, between her legs, my face above her crotch. She reached down and held my head as I lowered my mouth to her slit. I tasted her, touching the tip of my tongue to her clitoris. I licked her clit and the lips of her pussy, moved my tongue through her slit and into her cunt.

Mom sat up. " Let me get on top of you."

I turned onto my back and my mother crawled over me. She lowered her pussy onto my face and took my cock in her hand.

She licked and sucked and kissed my cock, covering it with saliva, while I did the same to her pussy. Keeping one hand on her ass, I slid my other hand under her thigh, between her legs, so I could finger-fuck her pussy while sliding a finger in and out of her ass.

My mother was moaning, gasping and groaning as I fingered her pussy and ass. She was sucking my cock in and out of her mouth as her hands massaged my balls.

"OH--OH--OHMYGOD!" she squealed, as I rubbed her clit fast and hard, "OH--FUCKYES--I'MCUMMMIIINNNGGG!"

Her head strained upwards and her hips pushed down. She growled, deep in her throat, and lowered her mouth onto my pole. Her head bobbed up and down until streams of cum spurted through my cock and poured into her mouth.

Breathing heavily, gasping for breadth, my mother rolled off of me. "God, that was a lot of cum!"

My mother and I lie on the bed next to each other. After a few minutes, she raised up on one elbow and looked at me. "How long have you and Michelle been screwing each other?" she asked.

I turned my head to look at her, totally surprised and a little scared. "How--- I mean what--" I stammered nervously. My mother did not look upset but she was good at hiding her emotions.

"I can hear you guys doing it every night," Mom said, "I'm not stupid and I know what sex sounds like."

"Are you mad?" I asked.

"No," my mother said, "your Uncle Jim fucked me for almost two years while we were in school."

"You and your brother," I said.

"Did you force Michelle?" Mom asked.

"No," I told her.

"Not even the first time?" she asked.

"No," I said, "I swear."

"All right," Mom said, "as long as Michelle wants it, too."

"She does," I assured her.

"I'm going to start supper," my mother tod me, "and after we eat, we can have each other for dessert."

My mother and I went downstairs naked. It was only four thirty.

She had an easy, natural walk. Watching her hips sway, and the flexing movement of her ass cheeks, made me fully aroused and erect by the time we entered the kitchen.

Mom took a couple steps into the room before I put my arms around her from behind and cupped her large, heavy tits. At the same time, I began kissing the flesh of her neck and shoulders. My mother's hands moved between our bodies and fondled my cock and balls. "Would you like dessert first?" she asked.

"Sure," I answered, not sure what she meant.

Mom puled my hands away from her boobs and crossed to the fridge. She pulled open the door and removed from it a container of whipped cream. She held it up, so I could see it, got a towel from the sink and moved to the table.

Setting the whipped cream on the table, mom set two chairs about three feet apart. Then she put the towel on the table, sat down on the towel and put one foot on each chair. Her legs were widely spread, the lips of her pussy clearly visible.

She shook the container of whipped cream, turned it upside down and sprayed mounds of thick, white, whipped cream on her hairy mound and the lips of her pussy, all the way down to her ass..

Mom put the container down and leaned back on her elbows. She looked at me with a wide, happy smile on her pretty face. "Bon appetite."

My heart was pounding as I stood between the chairs. I bent forward and licked my mother's pubic mound, sucking the fluffy cream into my mouth as it smeared over my cheeks and nose. Crouching down, I moved my head between her thighs and licked her pussy's lips, running the flat of my tongue over her thick, fat labia. I went back to clean her mound, licking and sucking the sweet tasting whipped cream off my mother's pubes. Lowering my face back to her crotch, I licked her pussy's lips, letting my tongue slide through her slit and into her cunt. My mother's hips twisted and turned as she groaned and gasped with pleasure.

A mixture of melting whipped cream and my mother's pussy juice dribbled down into the space between the cheeks of her ass. I put my hands on the back of her thighs, and pushed her legs back. Her hips rotated upwards, and her ass cheeks separated, exposing her tight, brown ass-hole.

"Oh, Matthew!" my mother called my name as I slid my tongue between the cheeks of her ass. I carefully licked up the melting whipped cream and the fluid that dripped out of her cunt, as my mother rubbed her clit. Without thought, I plunged my tongue into her rectum, making her squeal with joy. I tongued her ass hole, kissed and licked the smooth, slick flesh of her ass crack until she pushed my head away. "Stop, Matthew," she pleaded, "I can't take anymore."

When I raised my head, Mom was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air. She sat up and placed a hand on either side of my face, pulling my head forward. She kissed me, hard and long, her tongue plunging deep into my mouth.

With her tongue and lips, she cleaned the cream from around my mouth and cheeks. Then she kissed me again.

"Lets switch," she said.

As I sat on the table, my feet on the chairs, mom covered my rod, from base to tip, and my ball sack, with whipped cream. Then, with her tongue and lips, she cleaned me. Slowly, my mother licked and sucked every square centimeter of my cock and balls. She licked the under side of my tool as though it were an ice cream cone. She slid her tongue up and down the sides of my prick then cleaned the top with her open mouth. When she had most of the cream off my cock, she did my balls, sucking and licking my sack clean. And when she was done, she took my cock between her lips.

As she held it in her mouth, I could feel her tongue encircling the head. She pulled back, until her lips reached the ridge of flesh at the base of the crown, then plunged her mouth down on me again.

With her hand and mouth, my mother sucked and stroked my saliva covered cock. Instinctively, I reached out and held her head in my hands. "I think I'm going to cum," I warned her.

"Uh-huh." she said, hungrily sucking and licking the top half of my rod as her hand stroked the bottom half. Her other hand was cupping her crotch, fingering her own pussy..

I groaned and gasped as my cum spurted into my mother's mouth. A tiny drop overflowed her lips but she easily kept the rest of my goo in her mouth as she sucked tip of the crown..

When my orgasm ended, Mom stood straight and with one finger, pushed the drop of cum at the corner of her lips into her mouth. She separated her lips so I could see the pool of pearly white cum, my cum, in her mouth, and then, with a wide smile, my mother swallowed.

She took my head in her hands and kissed me. When she let go, my mother said, "Now, go take a shower and get dressed. I don't feel like cooking so we'll go out to eat."

I took a quick shower and put on a white T-shirt, levis, and running shoes. Mom came downstairs ten minutes after me. Her hair was still in a ponytail but she had put on eye liner and lipstick. She was wearing a pale blue, sleeveless blouse that had a low cut, ruffled neckline, exposing the tops of her bulging breasts and the deep, dark space between them. A blue denim, wrap around skirt encircled her hips and outlined her ass. On her feet she was wearing white, high heeled shoes.

My mother owned one pair of flat heeled shoes, running shoes, which she seldom wore. When she was home, Mom was barefoot. When she went out, to work or to shop or to run errands, she always wore high heeled shoes. Mom owned at least twenty pairs of shoes with high heels.

We went to a pizzeria a few blocks from where we lived. It was fairly crowded and as we walked in, every man in the room, and several of the women, looked at her. I could only imagine what they were thinking. I knew what I was thinking. I couldn't wait to get home so I could fuck her again.

We sat in a booth eating pizza and drinking beer. My mother was drinking real beer. Because I was only nineteen, I had to settle for root beer.

As we ate, Mom and I talked about many different things, the weather, our jobs, my return to college, but nothing about sex. Though we didn't talk about it, I couldn't stop thinking my mother's tits and pussy, her ass and legs.

It was eight thirty when we got back home. Mom slipped her shoes off at the door and walked barefoot into the kitchen. I immediately took my clothes off. When she came back into the living room, I was completely naked.

"Matt, what the hell," my mother said, "haven't you had enough."

We don't have to do anything," I told her, "I just like being naked with you."

She did not speak but her expression said she was giving in. She unbuttoned and removed her blouse, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair. She was wearing a white cotton bra that held her tits up and together. When Mom removed her bra, her bare, heavy breasts dropped but without sag or droop.

Finally, Mom took off her skirt. All she had on was a pink thong.

She crossed the carpet to the couch. "Aren't you going to take off your thong?" I asked.

"No," Mom answered, "Would you like to watch a movie?"

"I have some good porno films," I told her.

"That's what every mother wants to hear from her son," Mom said with a stern expression. Then she smiled and said, "Maybe next time. I'm sexed out." She put a DVD in the player and we sat down on the couch.

It was a strange, but pleasant feeling to be sitting there with my mother, both of us naked. It wasn't long before I stretched out on the couch and rested my head on my mother's bare thighs. Her huge breasts hung an inch above my face and I could not resist licking the smooth, firm flesh, then kissing and sucking it. Mom moaned pleasurably and I felt her hand on my penis.

I twisted my torso and raised my head, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Her breathing quickened as I sucked on her fat nipples and licked the smooth, soft aureolas, while pushing my face into the pliant mounds. Her hand encircled the shaft and began rubbing my hardening cock.

"You really want to fuck me again," my mother asked.

"Yes," I told her, "definitely."

She got up, took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.

"I want you to do something for me," she said, "something special."

"Of course," I said, "what is it?"

"I want you to fuck my ass," she said, "your father won't do it for me. He won't even put his finger in my ass."

"I'll do it," I told her, "I'll do anything you want."

I followed her to the bed and she told me to sit down. She opened the bottom drawer of her night stand and withdrew a small bottle. My mother knelt in front of me, popped open the top of the bottle and squeezed a stream of thick, dark red goop onto the head of my cock. With her other hand, my mother smeared the lubricant over the shaft.

"Like that?" she asked.

"It feels good," I told her, smiling.

"Now you do me," Mom said, giving me the tube.

She stood up and turned around. Hooking her thumbs in the cord of her thong, she bent over, showing me her large, sexy ass as she slid the thong down to the floor. Moving her feet about twelve inches apart, my mother reached back and separated the cheeks of her ass. "Smear it over my ass hole," she told me.

I squeezed lubricant between the cheeks of her ass and smeared the goo over her rectum.

"Inside, too," Mom said.

I added more lube and pushed two fingers into my mother's ass.

My mother got on the bed, on her knees, with her ass up high and her head and shoulders on the mattress. She moved her hands back and again spread the plump cheeks of her ass apart, exposing her shiny, lube covered rectum.

Kneeling behind her, I put the tip of my cock against my mother's ass hole and moved my hips forward.

I was surprised by how easily my tool slid into my mother's ass. She moaned softly as I pushed the entire length of my cock inside her. At the same time, I reached around her body to play with her dangling tits as I began slowly fucking in and out of her ass.

"Faster," Mom told me, "fuck me harder."

My cock slid in and out her tight channel. I moved my hands back and gripped her hips as I pounded in and out of her. She started gasping, breathing heavily and groaning loudly.

My orgasm built slowly, the pressure and heat growing more and more intense until I could not hold it any longer. Pulling my mother's hips back, I held my cock deep inside her as my cum poured into her bowels.

We lie on the bed next to each other, recovering. After several minutes, Mom got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and after a minute, she came back with a wet cloth. Sitting down facing me, my mother carefully cleaned my cock and balls.

"Your getting hard again," Mom said, moving the warm cloth over my crotch.

"I know," I said, "I can't help it. You're the one playing with me."

"I'm cleaning you," my mother corrected me, "and just so you know, I'm done. So, leave me alone so I can take a bath and go to sleep. You really wore me out and I have to work tomorrow. I haven't had so much sex, in so short a time, for years."

I sat up, put my arms around Mom's naked body and kissed her. "Yes, mother."