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Chapter 8

The Boeing 747 was filled to capacity. It seemed that everyone was taking a vacation at the same time. The airline had overbooked our flight and as a result they had to put my mother and I in first-class. We smiled at each other, almost afraid to say anything about our incredible luck. This was going to make the five-hour trip much easier to take.

As the plane rumbled down the runway, I could never remember being so excited about a vacation before. I think my mother felt the same way. As we lifted off I felt my mother take my hand and squeeze it affectionately. I looked over at her and smiled. It almost felt like we were a couple of teenagers who had somehow arranged to sneak off together. It fact, since we were on the island we would be free from the prying eyes of our small town and could do anything and act anyway we wanted. I don't think the implications of that had sunk in for either of us. I had no idea what was going to happen between my mother and me, but I could hardly wait to find out.

As I sat there and gazed out the window at the crystal blue ocean just off the left wing, I thought about how we had gotten to this place ... wherever that was. My mother had allowed a virtual Pandora's box to be opened and I wasn't sure how, or even if she wanted to close it. I certainly didn't. After all, I was but a horny teenager. That in itself made me wonder what was in it for my mom. She was attractive enough to have almost any man she wanted. I had to wonder why she had picked me. Sure I was a safe choice and there wasn't going to be any petty dating games, but that couldn't be all of it. I loved my mother and now I was sure she loved me as more than a son. But, I wondered if that was worth the risk she was surely taking? I wasn't sure.

I glanced over at my mother and saw that she looked very relaxed in her seat and appeared to be sleeping. It was obvious that the issues that were bothering me didn't seem to cause her the same concerns, or at least she was hiding it very well. I decided that I would stop worrying about it ... what was going to happen was going to happen. It was time to relax and enjoy our vacation, whatever the future held for us.



The drive from the airport to the hotel took almost an hour. The driver zigzagged up and down small mountain roads that appeared to be barely wide enough for one car. Several times I held my breath as we crept so close to the side that I couldn't see the road from my window. We were both glad when we finally reached the hotel. I looked at the hotel we pulled up in front and said, "Wow, this is amazing."

"It's supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island. They are known for their service and the ability to be discrete. A lot of Hollywood stars come here because they can have a nice vacation without fear of the paparazzi lurking around every corner."



The hotel was a pink, ten-storied behemoth in the traditional Caribbean motif. It sat on the side of a mountain, with every room overlooking the beautiful azure waters below. There was a giant Olympic swimming pool in front of the hotel with private south-sea-island type cabana's circling it. To our left was a set of long cement steps winding upward to the first level where the pool was located, and then another set of steps that led to the front of the hotel. On the right side and below us was the beach with beautiful white sands and more cabana's. The cab driver circled the long driveway around the pool and pulled up in front of the hotel, where bellhops hurried to open our door and greet us with a friendly island, "Welcome."

I felt comfortable in taking my mother's hand to lead her up the red carpet and into the hotel lobby. It was early in the day and the lobby was almost empty.

"Welcome to our island paradise," said the distinguished looking man behind the check-in desk. He was dressed in a full tuxedo, which seemed out of place considering the humid island weather.

"We have a reservation under Moss," said my mother.

The desk clerk typed into his computer and said, "Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Moss."

I started to say that we were not "Mr. and Mrs.", but I got a quick look from my mother. Catching on quickly, I put my arm affectionately around her and smiled.

"We have you set up in one of our nicest suites. It has a king sized bed and a wonderful view of the ocean, and your doors open onto the beach. I'm sure you are going to love it," the desk clerk said.

I looked at my mother again. It hadn't even occurred to me that we would be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. Frankly, I hadn't given it a thought. My mother smiled at me this time and almost appeared to blush. I smiled back and I'm sure I had a twinkle in my eyes that was blatantly obvious to the desk clerk. I think he even gave me a little nod of his head.

The clerk said, "Here are your keys. The bellhop will bring your luggage to the room in just a few minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I think everything is fine," my mother said as she picked up the keys.

"The elevators are at the end of the hall and to your right. Go down one flight and turn right. "

I walked to the elevator with my arm around my mother's waist. She turned to me and whispered, "I think while we are here and out in public that it would be best if you called me Theresa."

"Gee, I never thought of that. But that is going to be really hard," I said.

"I know," she answered.

We walked the rest of the way in silence. I could feel her hip bumping into mine as we walked and I could already feel a stirring in my groin. When we stopped at the elevator I turned to her. "Mr. and Mrs., huh?" I said.

"Well, we couldn't afford two rooms," my mother answered.

"That's true," I readily agreed. "But am I going to have to sleep on the sofa ... if there is a sofa?" I was only being half facetious.

"I don't think so," she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.

I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn't resist.

When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don't know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things ... at least her using her mouth on me and me using my fingers on her. What was going to happen now? Was she going to let me go all the way? After all it sounded like we were going to be sleeping in the same bed. The possibilities were making my heartbeat very fast.

When we stepped into the room, we both gasped ... the windows stared directly out to the Caribbean Sea. Surprisingly the room was furnished with oak furniture, with a large king sized bed facing double doors leading to the patio. It was obvious that this was one of the most expensive rooms in the hotel.

"Wow, Mom, how did you afford this?" I said as I turned to my mother. She had a perplexed look on her face.

"I don't know. This isn't the room I registered for. Maybe they made a mistake."

"Well, let's enjoy it until they throw us out," I returned with a laugh. Could we be so lucky as to have first class seats on the airplane and a very expensive room?

We walked over to the sliding doors leading to the patio and stepped outside. The warm tropical breeze enveloped us along with the smell of salt air. I turned to my mother and pulled her into my arms again. "Thanks for everything, Mom," I said sincerely.

"You earned the vacation," she returned.

"I don't just mean the vacation. I mean everything. You know, how you have worked so hard since Dad left us, providing for us. I know it's been hard. I'm going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back." I saw tears forming in her eyes.

"You don't have to pay me back. I didn't do it for that. I did it for us ... both of us."

I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. "I know. I love you," I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time. I opened my mouth to let my mother's tongue explore my mouth before I pushed her tongue back with my own. I felt my cock becoming hard and pressed close to her. Her hips responded, pressing back to me. As my hands slipped down her back to cup her ass cheeks someone clearing their throat startled us. We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us.

"Where would you like your luggage, Mr. Moss?"

My face turned red when I realized I couldn't turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do.

"So, let's unpack and then go down and explore the hotel," my mother said when the door was closed.

"Sounds like a plan," I returned.

We spent several hours walking around the hotel and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap trinket shops and looking in the windows of the very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and my mom ordered a large salad with one of the house specialty drinks—you know those fruity things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had several drinks. They must have contained a good deal of alcohol because by the time the second drink was done, I could see that my mother was looking quite relaxed.

I knew I had to find out about our sleeping arrangements as well as what was going to happen when we went back to the room. I guess I could have let it just happen, but I didn't want to make a big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no idea how far my mother was willing to let me go. I gathered up my courage and said, "Mom, what are we going to do when we get back to the room?" I said, starting out fine but then stuttering. "I mean, you know, uh ... like ... where we are going to sleep and you know ... stuff?" My face turned beet red.

"I wondered when you were going to get to that," she said as she reached over and gasped my hand. "To tell you the truth, I haven't thought it all through yet. We both know we have gone way over the moral line already," she said with a slight blush. She paused and seemed to be thinking as she gazed at the blue water behind me. "We can certainly do the things we have already done. How much further we go ... well, we will have to wait and see how things develop."

A big smile came to my face. "Can we go back to the room now?" I said, staring at her sweet lips. I knew what I wanted. So did she.

"I suppose so," she answered with a coy smile. Then she leaned close and said, "You want my lips wrapped around your cock, don't you?"

To say I was stunned by my mother's graphic words would be an understatement. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"From the look on your face I think that you are interested," she said with a naughty smile.

I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn't resist as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her back and then under the waistband of her tight slacks. A moment later I had the soft cheeks of her bare ass in my palms. I heard her moan into my mouth. My cock grew hard immediately and I pressed it into her. She responded by grinding her hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into our room. With the door closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure. Right there, inside the door, my mother went to her knees. I watched as she pulled the zipper of my pants down and searched inside for my cock.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. With some difficulty she fished it from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back and gazed at the swollen head. My cock had been leaking juice since we reached the hotel. She licked up the juice and then with a little moan from deep in her throat, she opened her mouth and took my cock inside.

"Oh God, Mom," I gasped as I reached for her head and twisted my fingers in her hair. My hips began to move back and forth. Her lips on my cock felt indescribably wonderful. She knew just how to tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her tongue. I could feel my cock leaking my pre-cum juice into her mouth. I knew that if she kept doing that I would cum in her mouth in just a few moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and looked up at me.

"Let's get our showers and then we can take care of this," she said adding a little kiss to the head of my cock.

I moaned in frustration, but didn't protest too much.

My mother rose to her feet and said, "You go ahead and take your shower first. I have a few call to make to verify the side trips I've set up for us."

I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, naked, watching one of the two channels we could get on the TV when my mother finally came in. I was already hard, but if I weren't, her outfit would have done the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a high school cheerleader.

I immediately wondered if she had panties on underneath. It didn't take long to find out. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me. I could see directly under the tiny skirt. "God, Mom," I gasped. I could see her pussy clearly. It was already swollen and wet.

"You like my outfit? I found it in the attic the other day. I used to wear it for your father, but he never seemed to care too much."

I barely heard her words. I couldn't believe this was my mother standing above me with her legs spread. I stared mutely.

"Jerry, are you there," Mother asked, looking down at my wide eyes.

"Huh?" I stuttered.

"I asked if you liked my outfit?"

Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for an answer. "I love it. You can wear it for me anytime."

"I thought you might." With that she giggled and began to squat over my face.

As her pussy came closer and closer to me, I could smell her scent. It made my head spin. When her pussy was within reaching distance I stuck my tongue out and touched her swollen lips. I heard her intake of breath. Then to my great disappointment she pulled away.

"Now where were we before I went in to change?" she asked.

"You were sucking me," I replied.

"Oh yes," she said. With that she bent over and took my cock into her mouth again.

"Ohhhh," I gasped. I watched as my beautiful mother wrapped her sexy lips around my cock and sucked. My balls began to churn almost immediately. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump me. "Oh, Mom," I whispered as I watched her work on my cock head and stroke me. It wasn't going to take long for me to climax if she kept that up. I reached for her and began to direct her head and down. She pulled back and smiled up at me.

"Not yet," she said. "I want to suck this beautiful cock for a while." She bent her head again and began to tease my slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her face as she tasted my pre-cum juice. There was a look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. With a moan she bent back over and started to suck me, harder this time.

I waited as long as I could, trying to will my climax back. Eventually I couldn't hold out any longer. "Mom," I gasped. She moaned and took me deep into her mouth. I could feel my balls begin to churn again. Then my cock started to throb. "Ahhhhh," I cried and lifted my hips from the bed as my cum began rocketing up the shaft. It blasted into my mother's sucking mouth with great force. Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her mouth and all was quickly swallowed.

When the last of my cum was out of my balls I opened my eyes and saw that my mother's eyes were closed. Then I felt a tremor run through me when I saw her tongue come out and licked around her mouth, collecting any juice that had escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been lost in a pleasant dream. "That should take care of you for now," she said with a quick kiss to the drooping head of my cock.

Chapter 9

While I was satisfied after the blow job, I was still excited about the week ahead, but more specifically about sleeping with my mother. I was also feeling a little guilty that I had only taken and given nothing back. I knew my mother had been excited as well. I could still see her wet pussy in my mind when she had stood over me earlier. A plan began to form in my mind as my mother readied herself for bed. I'm not sure what her plans were, but I suddenly knew what I wanted.

When mom came out of the bathroom, she was naked. I was glad she was going to sleep naked. She walked over and lay down on the bed next to me. "Whew," she said, "Quite a busy day, huh?"

"Great day," I said as I casually reached over and grasped her breast. I heard her quick intake of breath, indicating that she was still excited ... great for my plan. I leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses just under her ear.

"Mmmm," she whispered and turned her head to allow me more room.

I squeezed her breast and worked my lips upward until I reached her ear. I could feel her shiver as I gently bit her earlobe and then slowly circled my tongue around the soft skin. "Mom," I said as I continued to kiss her ear.

"Yes," she breathed.

"I want to do something to you," I said just a tad breathless with excitement now.

"What?" she asked sounding a bit apprehensive.

"I ... I ..." I said and paused, my courage suddenly fading.

"What?" she asked again, turning her head toward me.

I could feel my face turning red. "I want to ... to ... you know, kiss you ... kiss you down there, like you have done for me," I blurted. I heard a sharp intake of breath.

When she didn't say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. "I'm sorry," I said quickly.

"Oh, Jerry," she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. "Are you sure?"

My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. "Yes," I managed to say.

"Your father ... your father never liked doing that," she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, "I would love for you to eat me." Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair.

Her words "eat me" sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her close, feeling her soft breast press to my chest. I pressed my lips firmer on hers. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped inside. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet. I lost myself in her willing mouth and soft body. My head was spinning as my heart pounded with anticipation. I had never eaten a pussy before, but I knew I wanted to. Eating my mother's pussy had been a nightly fantasy and now I was about to do it. I pulled my lips from hers and began to kiss her neck again. I worked my way slowly downward until I arrived at her gorgeous breasts.

I began to suck one nipple as my hand kneaded the flesh of the other. Then I switched to suck the other. When I was done, both nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and wet with my saliva.

Slowly I began to kiss down her stomach, using my tongue to tickle the soft skin. I moved to kneel between her legs and slipped both hands under her buttocks, lifting her upward. She gasped as her legs fell apart, revealing her gorgeous pussy in all its wet glory.

Never having seen it so close before, I stared. The puffy outer lips were open with the swollen inner lips spread apart like a flower. Juice was literally running from her open hole. I swear my mouth started to drool.

"Eat me, Jerry. Please eat me," my mother begged.

With a moan I dropped my head until I was inches from her pussy. Then I opened my mouth and sucked the fat outer lips into my mouth.

"Ahhhhhheeeee," she screamed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped as my tongue began to lick her inner lips. "That's it, that's it, sweetie, lick my pussy."

I teased around her pussy, avoiding the open hole, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips. I wanted this to last. I was determined to take my time and enjoy every inch of her sweet pussy. My tongue moved slowly into her opening where I found a virtual well of juice. I brought my tongue back into my mouth and savored her flavor. I had always fantasized about how her pussy would taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. Her juice was thick and almost sweet. In dissolved in my mouth almost immediately so I went back for more. Over and over I plunged my tongue into my mother's hole, savoring the reward each time I brought my tongue back into my mouth. I knew at that moment that I would eat her anytime she wanted and would never grow tired of pleasing her this way.

"Oh Jesus, baby," Mom gasped each time I split her lips with my tongue.

Her hips were wiggling in my hands, making it difficult to hold her to my mouth. Finally I gave up and lowered her hips to the bed. My mouth followed. Now I was lying on my stomach with my mouth buried between her warm thighs. I felt totally surrounded by her. My entire world was focused on her wet pussy. Her thighs wrapped around my head and covered my ears, muffling her moans of pleasure. At that moment I was so lost in eating her that I didn't heard her scream. She began to climax. I knew because her thighs stiffened against my head and her fingers dug into my scalp. In addition, my mouth was deluged with her juices, which I swallowed. It seemed to go on for a long time. I wondered if it were one climax or many, because I couldn't tell when one climax ended and another started. Juice was literally pouring out of her. My face was soaked from my chin to my forehead and from one cheek to the other. I loved it.

It was quite some time before I pulled my face from between her thighs. I didn't go far, but rather simply laid my face on her pubic mound trying to catch my breath. When I eventually looked up, I saw that my mother's eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down with her rhythmic breathing. It took me a moment to realize that she had apparently fallen asleep. I gently extracted myself from between her legs. She moaned in her sleep as I pulled the covers from under us and then snuggled next to her. I didn't bother to get up to wash my face. I wanted to feel her stickiness drying on my face. I was smiling as I fell asleep.

Chapter 10

When I awoke the next morning, I found the bed next to me empty. I sat up and looked around for my mother. I saw through the window that she was sitting on the patio reading a book. I hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. Then I reluctantly washed my pussy juice smeared face before leaving the bathroom. My mother turned and smiled when I stepped outside. I took a deep breath of the fresh ocean scented air and stretched my arms wide. Then I leaned over and gently kissed her lips tenderly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.

"sleepyhead? What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock."

"Wow, I guess I slept in."

"Well, we had a busy day yesterday. I thought we would just spend the day on the beach today and veg, if that's okay with you?"

"Sounds great. How about some breakfast, I'm starved," I said.

"Sure. Go get showered and put on your bathing trunks and I'll order room service. Eggs and bacon okay?"

"Sure. Order some hash browns and toast and maybe some pancakes, please."

My mother looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"What? I'm a growing boy," I said in response to her expression.

"Get dressed," she returned with a smile.

After breakfast my mother put on her bathing suit and found some towels. We didn't have far to go to get to the beach, as it was only a hundred yards from our patio. I followed behind her, enjoying the sexy view of her nearly naked ass, as we walked through a couple of sand dunes to the pure white-sand beach beyond. It was relatively early so there were only a few people s**ttered around the beach. We found a spot not to close to anyone and put down our towels. Before my mother sat down, she looked around the nearly deserted beach. Then she totally surprised me by taking off her bikini top. My eyes opened wide in surprise.

"It is a nude beach, you know."

"I don't see anyone nude, or even topless," I said as I stared at her now naked breasts. But I quickly added, "But don't let that stop you."

"I won't. But I'll wait to take off my bottoms until I see others do it."

"I look forward to it," I said with a lecherous smile.

The sun was very hot and I knew I would get burned quickly. I was the one that burned ... my mom rarely did. I had her put sunscreen on me. We lay on the beach until we grew hot and then went into the water. By the time we came out, we noticed that there were a lot more people on the beach. In fact, we now saw several topless women and one or two who were totally nude. Unfortunately, most of the nude ones should have had their clothes on. Still that fact gave my mother the courage to take off her bikini bottom. At the towel she stripped it off, looking around to see if anyone was looking.

I stared at her beautiful and bare pussy with mixture of awe and excitement on my face.

"Come on chicken, take off your trunks."

My face turned red. "Uh ... that might cause a problem," I said, glancing down between my legs meaningfully.

When she saw the protrusion in my trunks, my mother put her hand over her mouth and laughed. "So those naked fat ladies turned you on, huh?"

"No, you did," I returned.

"Well, I take that as a compliment."

"You should. I couldn't stop it if I wanted too with you standing there totally naked."

"Slip them off and just lay on you stomach. I don't want to be naked alone."

Begrudgingly I stood up and turned away from the people on the beach and slipped off my trunks. My hard cock popped free. I turned slightly toward my mother and said, "See."

"Yes I do. Dig a hole in the sand so you can lay flat," she said with an uproarious laugh.

Hearing her outburst, I saw several people look our way so I quickly lay down on the towel to hide my obvious erection.

I eventually turned over but found it difficult not to become erect with my gorgeous mother just inches from me. As the day wore on and I saw more and more naked people, I become somewhat comfortable being nude. Several times my mother and I walked down to the water and back up the beach. Soon we were both feeling quite comfortable. It was a strange, but it was somehow very liberating being totally naked in a public place. We sat in the sand as people walked by without batting an eye, although, most of the men batted their eyes at my mother.

When the sun started to go down, and the breeze coming in from the ocean began to cool, we decided to go to our room and get ready for dinner. An hour or so later we went out to a nice restaurant serving local dishes. My mom liked it a lot, but I would have been happy with a good burger. By the time we were finished dinner I started thinking about what was going to happen when we went back to the room. Mom and I had done just about everything except actually having intercourse. I knew she said that she was still thinking about how much further we would go, which meant to me that it was still a real possibility. Tonight might be the night ... at least I hoped it would be.

I came out of the bathroom after my shower and said, "The bathroom is all yours." My cock was already about half-mast. As my mother passed I grabbed her and gave her a long and lingering kiss. She moaned when she felt my cock harden between us.

"Let me get my shower," she whispered as she reached down and grasped my cock with her soft hand. After a quick jerk or two, bringing a moan from me, she turned and rushed into the bathroom, giggling.

It seemed like hours but was probably less than a half hour before my mother came out of the bathroom. I gasped. She was wearing a blue corset with tiny blue panties that were all but see through. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, exposing the already hard nipples. My cock, which was hard from thinking about my mom, began to pulse like I was going to climax. I had to will it to stop or I would have surely wasted my spunk on the floor.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I looked down at my pulsing cock and then back up to my mother.

"I can see that you like it," she laughed. She walked over to me and straddled my legs, bringing her large breasts to my willing mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned as I began to suck one tit and then the other. I used both hands to grab her breasts and lift them as I sucked her. I pushed the two orbs together and licked both nipples at the same time, alternating licking and then sucking.

"Jesus, I'm so wet," she said. "Feel my panties."

I continued to suck a nipple as one hand slipped between her legs. I would have gasped had I not been sucking her. The gusset of her panties was totally soaked. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she had soaked them in the shower. I slipped my index finger under the elastic at the crotch and moved it up and down across her swollen pussy lips.

"Oh yes, sweetheart, put your finger inside me."

I did and heard her moan. She was so hot and wet that juice began to stream down my finger to the knuckles. I pulled my mouth away from her tits and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs. I looked at the tiny slip of material in my hand. Then I turned them inside out and exposed the sopping crotch. As my mother stared wide-eyed at me I licked the crotch, moaning as I tasted her juices. Wanting the real thing, I dropped the panties and pulled her close. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, collecting juice from between her lips. Those juices were there because of me; I was the one making her excited and causing juice to run out of her pussy like a river.

"Lean back," she said, pushing on my shoulders.

When I was on my back she climbed onto the bed and squatted over mouth.

"Is it okay?" she asked as her wet pussy hovered over my mouth.

As an answer I reached up for her hips and pulled her down. She yelped as I drew her quickly down to me until her pussy landed on my mouth. I groaned and she screamed. My tongue immediately found her opening and plunged inside.

"Oh, Jerry," she gasped as her hips began to move on my willing face.

Her juices were literally pouring out of her and I tried to catch it all in my mouth.

"Oh God, oh God," she gasped as her body began to tremble. Then she pushed down hard, covering my mouth and nose with her pussy. I held my breath as she began to convulse in climax. I thought I was going to expire before her convulsions slowed and she moved back a few inches and sat on my chest to let me breath. "Oh, Jerry, I'm sorry," she gasped when she saw my wet and oxygen deprived face. "I could have killed you," she said and then smiled.

"I would have gladly died that way," I answered with an even bigger smile.

Then I watched as she got onto her feet again and squatted over my mid-section. My cock was sticking straight upward, pointing at her very wet pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest. Was she going to let me put it inside her? I wondered. Then she lowered her hips and brought her pussy down until the lips were rubbing the tip of my cock. Slowly she moved forward, trapping my cock under her pussy and pressing it to my stomach. It wasn't fucking but it was an incredible feeling nonetheless. "Oh, God," I gasped as I felt the warm and swollen lips begin to move up and down my cock. Her flowing juices lubricated my cock, making it easy for her to slip up and down. I could see her lips stretched around my cock as she moved down and then back up, almost to the tip of my cock. Over and over she did this, her breathing showing her renewed excitement.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped as she teased her pussy with my cock.

I could feel her body begin to tense. Then she began to tremble all over.

"I'm cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg," she gasped suddenly.

I held her body tight as she convulsed in pleasure for the second time in just a few minutes. It took quite some time before the shudders finally stopped. But it was apparent that she still wasn't totally satisfied. Her hips began to move again. I knew that I couldn't take much more, but there was something I wanted to try before I climaxed. As my mother moved upward, I lowered my hips just a bit, causing my cock to slip under her pussy. She couldn't stop her movement back down and suddenly my cock head was in her pussy before she could stop.

"Jerry!" she gasped. But she didn't lift up. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. I had never seen her look quite that excited before. Then she slowly closed her eyes and let her weight move downward until my cock was all the way inside her sweet and warm pussy.

I was delirious with excitement. My eyes closed and I tried to concentrate on anything but the warm sheath of flesh surrounding my cock. Tremors inside her massaged my cock from the tip to my balls. I had never felt anything so good. It was like my cock was encased in a warm and wet glove.

I opened my eyes to see my mother looking directly into my eyes. She bit her lip and I knew that she was trying to decide if she should make me pull out. Then her eyes glazed over and I knew that a decision had being reached. With a sigh of resignation or pleasure she slowly lifted up until only the head of my cock remained inside her. For a moment I thought she had changed her mind and was going to let my cock slip out of her. But, instead, she closed her eyes and started moving back down, an inch at a time, until my entire cock was buried deep inside her pussy again.

"Oh God Mom, my cock is in your pussy. I'm fucking you!" I hissed, stating the obvious. Her warm and soft pussy flesh surrounded my cock, making me tremble with pleasure. I don't know if this had been her intention, but I couldn't be happier. It was a fantasy come true ... one that had been the fodder for my masturbation for a long time. While I wanted it to last, the stimulation was too much for me. "Mom," I hissed as my cock throbbed deep inside her pussy. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," I warned. I wasn't sure if she was going to let me cum in her or not.

There was a low grown that started deep in my mother's throat. I couldn't tell if it was excitement or frustration. But then, just as my balls sent my sperm hurtling up the shaft, she lifted up and let my cock slip out. My now squirting cock was trapped between her pussy and my stomach. While frustrating, the sensation of her warm pussy on my cock kept my cock squirting until I was totally drained. I gasped for breath, my eyes closed in pleasure.

When I regained my senses, I realized that my mother was climaxing again. I looked between us and watched as she rubbed her clit on the shaft of my cock, smeared my sticky cum over my cock and stomach. When her trembling stopped she collapsed on top of me.

It took some time before my mother raised her head. She said, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Sorry," I lied.

"Well we have to be careful in the future," she said, but there didn't seem to be a lot of conviction in her voice.

"Yes," I agreed, relieved that she didn't blame me. "But you know that was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt."

Mom leaned to me and kissed my lips. When she pulled away, she said, "It was for me too, but I think that was going a little too far."

"Why," I asked bravely, "We've done almost everything else?" My mother rolled to her back and I followed, throwing my arm over her chest and leaning my head close to her. I saw her biting her lip. "I love you and you love me," I added, hoping that would weaken her resolve.

She sighed. "I do love you," she said as she raised her hand to my cheek. "I don't know ... I'm confused right now," she said. "I've already let you ... let us do things no mother and son should ever do."

"But since we have done those things, why can't we (I almost said fuck but caught myself) you know, make love?"

Another sigh slipped from her lips. "Let me think about it."

My face broke into a broad smile.

"I didn't say we could," she admonished. "I said I need time to think about it."

"I know," I returned with a gleam in my eyes.

"You're getting pretty smug young man," she said with a serious face, but then she smiled. She glanced down and then reached for my suddenly hardening cock. "Amazing," she said when several strokes of her hand brought my cock to full erection. Then she pushed me onto my back and leaned over. "You need a good cleaning." With that she began to lick my stomach and balls, avoiding my cock, as she lapped up my cum.

When that area was clean she lifted my cock to her mouth. "Mmmm," she groaned as she took the pulsing head into her mouth.

I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. My fingers rested on her head as she began to suck me. She used her hand on the shaft, moving it up and down as her mouth cleaned the cum residue.

I closed my eyes and let her work on me. After the strong climax I just had, I knew I could go for a long time before I came again. I think my mom was counting on that. I had the distinct impression that she really loved sucking cock and I was more than willing to allow her that pleasure.

It took about twenty minutes before I felt the rumblings in my balls again. I knew that I didn't have to warn her this time, but I said, "I'm going to cum in a minute." I heard a moan of approval. I lifted my hips and pulled her head down gently. "Ahhhhh," I gasped as another load of cum blasted out of my cock. This time none of it escaped her mouth. My mom sucked up every drop, pumping my cock until there was nothing left in my young balls. A moment later she crawled up beside me and kissed my lips. I moaned when I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. Then we slipped under the covers and she snuggled into my armpit. We were asleep in seconds.

Chapter 11

The next day we arose early, had breakfast and headed down to the dock for our planned boat trip. My mom had arranged an all day trip on a large catamaran. There were about fifteen people on board. We sailed to a small island where we were allowed to sun on the beach (clothed) and snorkel the reefs around the island. Of course my mother was by far the prettiest woman there.

My mom and I felt totally free to act as if we were newlyweds. We held hands, kissed, and generally acted like lovers. Certainly we received stares, but they were more likely from jealously then from our age difference. At one point we slipped down a trail to a gorgeous waterfall. There we stood in an alcove under the crashing water and kissed. With my mother's approval, I slipped my fingers into her tiny bikini and played with her pussy. However, she stopped me when I began to slip to my knees.

"Later," she whispered as she pulled me to my feet.

When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to partake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive.

We slept like logs that night with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just yards from us. The next morning I was up early ... both my body and my cock. I slipped onto the patio wearing only a pair of shorts and sat down to relive the numerous dreams I had had about my mother last night.

"Ah, there you are," my mother said as she stepped onto the patio a few minutes later. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe.

"Hi, sleepyhead," I said, mimicking her from the other day.

"Wow, I was out like a light last night," she said as she stretched her arms over her head. The action opened her robe allowing me to see her legs, all the way to her thighs.

I reached over and grasped her thigh, running my hand upward until my fingers touched her bare pussy. Instead of admonishing me I felt my mother open her thighs slightly. I think we both moaned when my finger found her opening. My middle finger slipped into her seemingly always wet pussy. When I started sawing my finger in and out she grabbed my hand.

"Let's go inside," she said. Then she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom.

I stripped off my shorts in record time. My mother turned to me, looking directly into my eyes as she slipped off her robe.

"Lay on the bed," she whispered almost breathlessly.

I hurried to comply, wondering what she had in mind. I remembered her promise of a reward for waiting for sex until this morning. As I lay on my back my mother crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she bent over and lovingly took my cock into her hands. As she gently stroked me she stared into my eyes.

"I thought a lot about our relationship yesterday," she said. "I know this is crazy ... what we have done on this trip, the sexual relation we have developed ... all of it."

"Mom," I said, but she put her hand up to stop me.

"Let me finish. I love you and I know you love me and it is much more than just love between mother and son."

I nodded my head, wondering where this was going. We had gone over this before.

"I know you're thinking we have discussed this and you are obviously correct. But, bear with me. This ... this is difficult for me, because I have all these emotions going through me. Things like how wrong this is ... how dangerous this is ... where all of this is going ... a thousand things. But then I think about how much I love you and how much I love the things we have done and, incredibly, all those cautions go out the window. I look at this," she said, holding my cock up and looking at it with a look of true devotion. "I look at this beautiful cock and how it longs for me, and my willpower crumbles."

My mother paused and stroked me several times bringing a large bubble of clear juice to the slit. As the bubble grew and began dribble down the side of my cock she said, "Look at how much it wants me. Wants to be inside me."

My cock throbbed and I closed my eyes and moaned. I hoped I knew what was coming.

"My pussy needs this cock. I've decided to let you fuck me. Will you do that? Will you fuck your mother?"

My eyes sprang open. "Oh God, Mom," I gasped.

"I take that as approval," she said. Then she bent over and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I started to tremble as I watched her suck my cock lovingly.

When she pulled away the shaft was soaked with her saliva. "I think it's ready for me." With that she stood up on the bed and moved over me. There she squatted so that her pussy was just inches from my pulsing cock head. "My pussy is throbbing like you cock is. When you slipped it into me the last night I realized that it had been far too long since I had had a cock inside me. But I don't want just any cock. I want your cock ... my son's cock. It's so wrong, but I can't stop it. The fact that you came out of this pussy over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching her already wet pussy. Then she moved lower, taking the head into her. Her mouth opened as she stared into my eyes.

"Oh, Mom," I gasped as she pushed lower. Inch by inch my cock slipped into my mother's pussy until it was all inside her again. And it felt as good as the first time.

My mother paused with my cock inside her to my balls. Her eyes closed in pleasure. "Oh, Jerry, your cock feels so good inside me. It feels so big. I can feel the head touching my cervix. I've never had anything that deep before."

I felt her pussy throb and squeeze my cock. I gritted my teeth to keep from shooting my load inside her that very minute. Still I didn't know how long I was going to last.

My mother began to move upward with agonizing slowness. I watched my pussy wet cock slip out of her until only the head was left inside. Then with a groan she slammed back down.

"Ahhhhh," I gasped over my mother's cry of pleasure. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me," I cried without concern that the people in the room next door might hear.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," my mother hissed as she began to move up and down on my cock. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed.

I couldn't hold out very long. Her tight pussy and the excitement of knowing I was finally fucking my mother was too much for me. "Mom, Mom, Mom, I'm going to cum," I warned. I wondered again if she was going to let me cum inside her.

Reading my mind she said, "It's okay ... cum in me ... cum in me, please. I need your cummmmm."

That was all it took. I bellowed as I pushed my hips upward, forcing my cock as deeply as possible into my mother's willing pussy. Suddenly it felt like every drop of fluid in my body was draining out of me though my cock. Blast after blast of cum shot from me and deep into my mother. Somewhere in my pleasure I realized that she was climaxing as well. My spasms seemed to go on for a long time, but when I was finally drained I realized that my mother was still climaxing. I looked up at her lust-contorted face and my heart almost leaped out of my chest as the realization hit me; now we were more than mother and son, now we were truly lovers. My cock never grew soft as my mother shuddered through one climax after another.

I knew that I could go on for a long time now. She bounced on my throbbing cock, swaying from sided to side, her head thrown back and her mouth opened wide. I watched her tits bounce up and down, almost as if they were moving in slow motion. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. The slapping of her thighs and ass cheeks on my thighs echoed from the walls of the hotel room ... her grunts of pleasure blended with my own gasps. I let my mother work on me until she was near exhaustion. Finally I signaled that I was ready to climax.

"Yes baby, cum in your mother's pussy. Fill me with your hot juice again. I want all of it. Please."

I lifted my hips and bellowed as my second load of cum blasted from my balls. I wondered for a second where it was all coming from. But then my mind went blank as pleasure ripped through me.

When my mother's and my climax finally ended she flopped onto me, pressing her still heaving breasts to my chest. I wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. Then I felt her sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, incredibly worried that she now regretted what we had just done.

She pulled back and looked at me with her tear stained eyes. "It was so ... so incredible. I don't think I have ever had so many climaxes or one that lasted that long. It was like a tidal wave washing over me and it just kept buffeting me with pleasure, over and over. It was totally amazing. I love you more than you can ever know, sweetheart." She leaned down and kissed me.

I moaned as her tongue went into my mouth. I felt my cock begin to harden inside her soaked pussy again. When she felt it she pulled back and looked at me with amazement. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Then I flipped her onto her back. "You fucked me, now it's my turn to fuck you." She laughed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips in answer ... or was it a challenge? I took it as the latter and began to pump my cock into her with a vengeance.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me hard," my mother screamed.

I did. The juice from my previous climaxes was splattering all over both of us. I fucked her until she climaxed three or four more times ... I lost count. Then I climaxed inside her for a third time. We both lay on the bed gasping for breath with me on top of her. I rolled off and pulled her into my arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I said over and over.

My mother practically purred as I held her in my loving arms. After a while we crawled under the covers and snuggled until we fell asleep. It was barely light outside when I awaken from a sex dream. When I opened my eyes I realized it wasn't a dream. My mother was sucking my cock. I'm not sure what her plan was, but I wanted to fuck her again. I pulled her head from my cock and pushed her over until her back was toward me. From behind I slipped my cock into her still very wet pussy.

I fucked her hard for at least an hour. She gasped out in pleasure and climaxed again and again. When the friction finally got to me I screamed that I was going to cum. She pushed her hips back into me and took my load of cum deep into her.

Although it was mid-morning, we crawled back into the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up first and realized the sun was well up in the sky. For a moment I thought of starting something again but decided to just watch my mother instead. Her face was serene as she slept with her head on the pillow. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smeared but she still looked beautiful. I reached over and brushed hair from her face. As I did she opened her eyes.

She smiled and whispered dreamily, "What are you doing?"

"Just looking at the woman I love."

She smiled again sensually and closed her eyes. "I love you too, sweetheart," she whispered. Then she sighed and stretched her arms causing the sheet to fall from her large breasts. She pushed the sheet off her and looked down. A little frown crossed her face.

"I'm a mess," she said.

"You look beautiful to me," I said, thinking she was referring to her hair and makeup.

"No, I mean down there," she answered with a laugh.

"Oh," I answered a little embarrassed as I looked at her sperm covered pussy and thighs. It was still dripping from her pussy and her thighs were covered with the dried remains.

"I can't believe how much cum you have in those balls, it's still coming out of me," she said. "I'm glad I can't get pregnant or I would surely be knocked up after last night."

"You can't get pregnant because you are on the pill, right?" I asked, having assumed she was on the pill.

"No, I'm not on the pill now. But I'm pretty sure I can't get pregnant anyway. I told you I wanted another baby but your father didn't. We had sex for several years without protection and nothing happened. I was never on the pill all those years.

My heart suddenly leaped into my throat as I thought again of that day years ago when I went to the doctor's office with my father. I suddenly realized that my mother didn't know he had had a vasectomy.

I must have had a strange look on my face because my mother said, "What's wrong?"

"Mom, uh ... uh ... damn I don't if this is important but ... I don't know how to tell you this."

"What?" she asked suddenly concerned.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know. I mean you obviously didn't know that Dad ... that Dad had a vasectomy. It was around when I was ... uh let's see, we were just going to sell the old Buick, so I was ten."

"What?" she gasped with raised voice. "You're k**ding."

"No. I went to the doctor's office with him. I didn't think much of it at ten. I was going to tell you ... tell you the other day, but I didn't think it was important." I saw my mother's face turn as white as a sheet.

"That son-of-a-bitch, he never told me that," she snarled. "Damn him to hell, that was when we were trying to have another c***d," she added, her anger blocking out the reality of the risk we had just taken by my cumming inside her.

"What are we going to do?" I said in panic.

She looked at me for a moment without comprehending. Then her eyes opened wide. "Oh," she gasped.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Her face showed her concern but she tried to hide it. "It's not your fault. You didn't know," she said with incredible calmness considering the situation. Then she sighed and said, "Well, we can't do much at this point. I think it is a pretty remote possibility that I would get ... uh ... get pregnant from the first time. I mean it has been a lot of years and as women get older it is harder to get pregnant. Unlike men and their sperm, women only have so many eggs and the number dwindles as they age. Plus, I don't think it's my fertile period."

I didn't entirely understand all that she was saying, and I wasn't sure she believed it, but I certainly hoped it was true.

"I'll get on the pill as soon as we get home." Then she added, "Your father made our life miserable for so many years, let's not let him ruin our vacation now."

I smiled. "I can do that."

I saw what I thought was a worried expression from on my mother's face, but it disappeared quickly when she said, "Good, let's go to the beach and relax."

Chapter 12

My mother and I were lying on the beach naked when she sat up and stared at a woman, also naked, walking up the beach. When she was a few feet away my mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman saw my mother.

"Teresa," the woman said as she stopped and stared at my mother.

"Stephanie?"

"Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa."

My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood there watching the two women hugged. I hadn't missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was.

Suddenly I felt my cock start to twitch. I had to will myself not to get excited.

"Oh, I'm sorry," my mother said, turning to me. "Stephanie, this is ... uh ... this is," she said and paused.

I realized that she was struggling to introduce me ... I mean we were both naked on the beach and I was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea what to say either.

Stephanie looked at me and then back at my mother. "What's going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn't know about," she said with a laugh. "I can keep a secret."

"No, my husband left me years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo.

"Step, this is... is my son, Jerry."

Stephanie's eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my face and then down at my half hard cock. "Your son is on the beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was embarrassed when the girls got naked in the shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," she laughed.

My face turned as red as my mother's.

"Quite a young man," she said, scanning my body once again.

"Not your type," my mother said.

"Maybe, and maybe not. It's been a long time since I've seen something like him."

My face turned redder.

Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. "I was heading up to the room to change. I'm down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?"

"Ah ... well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, ... but what about tomorrow night?" my mother said, looking to me for approval.

I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sexy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend.

"We'll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I'll set up the reservations," my mother said.

"Great. I can't wait to catch up on what's been happening in your life," Stephanie said, glancing at me again and raising her eyebrows.

My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see that my mother was watching too.

"Well, what's the story there?" I asked as we sat back down.

"Stephanie and I were best friends from elementary school through high school. We lost touch after she left for college and I stayed home. I've only seen her once since then. It was when you were about five or so, but I'm sure you don't remember. She stayed with us for a week. Her father is a mega-millionaire. I can't believe that of all the people in the world, I run across her here on the beach."

"She's gorgeous, but I didn't see a ring."

"She's not married, I'm sure."

"How do you know?"

"Well, unless she married another woman," my mother said with a laugh. Then she added, "Stephanie always liked girls better."

"She's a lesbian?" I almost screamed.

"Shhh," my mother said, looking around. "I don't think she is a hard core lesbian. She just likes girls better."

"Same thing as a lesbian. Too bad," I said and smiled.

"Too bad? Hey, you have your woman."

"True. But you have to admit that she is a real looker."

"Um, huh," my mother said with a strange look in her eyes.

After dinner that evening I suggested that we go out to the beach and sit to enjoy the fresh ocean air. Mom had on her robe and I told her to take it off. With a smile she dropped it from her shoulders and we walked outside and down to the beach naked. I had a bottle of wine from the hotel refrigerator—which probably cost a fortune—and a blanket. I spread the blanket on the sand between some tall grass to give us a little privacy and we sat down.

I had been thinking all day about the relationship between my mom and Stephanie. It took a few glasses of wine to give me enough courage to ask some questions. "So if Stephanie was your best friend and she liked girls ... uh ... what was your relationship with her," I asked rather sheepishly.

My mother sighed and stared into my eyes. "I guess I should be honest with you." Then she paused for several moments as I stared at her with great anticipation.

Finally she continued, "Before I met your dad, Stephanie and I were ... were, well the only word for it is lovers."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I swallowed hard. "Really?" I said stupidly.

"Yes. I don't know why but we just seemed to gravitate to one another."

"What ... how ... I mean ... you know, how did it happen?" I stuttered.

"Well, I guess if I told you this much I should finish it."

We turned and lay down on the blanket, facing each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, waiting for the details.

"We were both eighteen and had been friends for quite some time. We were studying for midterms in high school. It wasn't unusual for us to sleep in the same bed and run around in front of each other naked. That night I think we were getting a little loony over all the studying. It must have been two in the morning and we were laying on the bed, taking a break when her hand somehow ended up on my breast."

"What do you mean it ended up on your breast?"

"I guess she did it on purpose, but it was a surprise to me. I mean we had never really done anything. Well, except that kiss on New Years Eve. That just kind of happened since both of us were guy-less at the big party. We were standing there and everyone was kissing and the next thing I know she and I were kissing. We both had a few i*****l beers and maybe some spiked punch. The strange thing was that I really liked it ... I'm embarrassed to admit. I hadn't had a lot of experience kissing boys so it was kind of a novelty to me. Her lips and tongue were very soft. My head was spinning, but I don't know if it was from the alcohol or the kiss. Anyway that was a couple of months before the incident in the bedroom."

My mother smiled when she saw that I had an erection.

"Guys," she said, shaking her head in fake exasperation. "So, she put her hand on my breast. I was only wearing a tee shirt and panties. I know she could feel my nipple become hard under her palm. The next thing I know, we were kissing, and it was as good as the first time. But this time we were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was working wonders on me and I knew my panties were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing like long lost lovers. Then she began working down my neck with little butterfly kisses—you know the kind I like—all the way to my breasts. God, did she work on my breasts. She sucked them and massaged them until I almost climaxed without even touching my pussy. Finally she looked up at me and whispered, 'I want to eat you.' I could feel my pussy spasm. I was breathing so hard I couldn't answer. I just nodded. She quickly crawled between my legs and pushed them apart. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. She started kissing the wet crotch of my panties. Then she was urging my hips up so she could take them off. A moment later she was licking me. It took about ten seconds for me to grab her head and lift my hips to her tongue. She really knew how to eat pussy." My mother paused and looked at me and said, "But not as good as you."

"Yeah, right," I said. "Go on, please."

"There isn't much else to tell really. She ate me until I climaxed. Then she must have done it three or four more times that night."

"And what did you do? Did you return the favor?"

"You know, that is the one thing I regret. I never did her ... well with the exception of using my finger on her. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Not that I thought is was gross or anything, it was just that what we had done was her thing and if I did her ... I don't know, I didn't want people to think I was a lesbian. Although I know no one would have ever known."

"Wow, what a story. I assume you two did it more than once," I said.

"Yes. Probably every weekend until the end of our senior year."

"Cool. I knew I liked her the moment I saw her," I said with a smile.

"You liked her naked body."

"Well, yeah, that too," I laughed. "You said she came to visit when I was five and stayed a week. Did anything happen then?"

"The short answer is yes. I had resolved not to let it happen again, but Stephanie always had a way of getting to me. We spent the next day, after your father left for work, in bed, only getting up to eat a quick sandwich and pee. As I said, your father would never use his mouth on me, but Stephanie loved to do it. She did me for hours, literally."

"So I was somewhere playing in the sandbox and you two were having a ball."

"Not exactly. I took you over to my mother's place. You know she l