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 Title: Held Together with Mom


Summary: With his cock buried deep inside his mother -(TM)s pussy.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex







   Oxford University.  A place of prestige and higher education. 

   It was also where my mother had been teaching for the past few years. 
I've been to England a few times, but never to that campus, until she
finally convinced me to come visit her there.  It was my break from
college, so I had the time. 

   She was eager to give me a grand tour of the university and show me all
of the historical buildings.  Sure, I was definitely interested.  But I
also wanted to see what kind of hot European women they had on campus too.

   Once I got there I could easily see why mom was never really interested
in coming back to America.  Because in America, she was just another woman
with a fancy degree and excess knowledge.  But on the Oxford campus, she
was quite the Renaissance Woman. 

   She did it all.  She taught courses on European and Greek history, she
helped with new student orientation, she gave tours, and she did various
things with art.  An intellectual Wonder Woman, she was.

   The campus was extraordinary.  It was filled with history and stunning
design.  It was like a museum unto itself. 

   Oh, and the best part of the tour, as it would later turn out, was when
she took me to meet her mentor, an Italian woman named Giavanna.  She was a
senior lecturer and was a highly accomplished and respected member of the
facility. 

   We had a brief introduction and she couldn't have been nicer.  What made
her special was her passion for history and her powerful intellect.  I
could see why mom was so fond of this lady.

   ***

   Things became interesting in mom's apartment later that evening.  She
seemed elated after checking her phone and seeing a message from Giavanna.

   "Interesting news," she said with the phone in her hand.  "And I don't
know how you'll take it."

   Mom approached me while I was relaxing on her couch, enjoying the
beautiful view she had of the city.  She sat down next to me with her eyes
still on the phone.

   "What is it?"

   She put the phone down and smiled at me.  "Giavanna is a highly
accomplished artist, as I've told you.  Everything she paints is just gold.
I mean, gosh, I can't put it into words.  That woman is a goddess."

   It was obvious that mom was at a loss for words over her admiration for
Giavanna.  As an art lover, mom was often left speechless over paintings
and sculptures that were magnificent in her eyes.

   Mom continued, "Anyway, after meeting us today, she was convinced that
we'd be perfect for her next masterpiece."

   "Hold on a minute," I interjected.  "She wants me too?  As in, I'd have
to be part of the art."

   "Yes, isn't it exciting?"

   "Well, not really.  I mean, art isn't my thing.  I'd be fine if she
wants to take a picture of us.  She can do whatever she wants with that."

   Mom flashed a no-nonsense look.  "Whatever Giavanna wants, Giavanna
gets. The woman is a unique talent in this world.  Plus I owe her so much
for everything she's done for me.  She recommended that Oxford give me a
full time position after I had only been teaching there for two semesters."

   There was no quit in my mother.  Whenever she had her sights on
something, she'd find a way to make it happen.  That's an attractive
quality about her.  It's also the reason why she could do whatever she
wanted in life.  She was fearless.

   "What do I have to do?" I sighed.

   A radiant smile beamed on mom's face.  "Here, let me show you the
message from Giavanna."

   Mom held the phone out so I could read the email:

   Helen,

   It was so nice meeting your son today.  He seems to be a charming
fellow. I think you two have wonderful chemistry together.  I would love to
capture it if possible.

   Would you two be interested?

   The two of you seem to have a natural spark.  I cannot begin to explain
it.  When I saw you together, I realized that the two of you be perfect for
my rendition of Bernini's Pluto and Proserpina.

   I've been interested in making a new version of that for years, but I
could never find the right models for it.  After meeting Stuart, I realized
that I need both of you!  A mother/son relationship would certainly add an
interesting twist to this rendition, wouldn't you say?

   If interested, I'll be free in my usual lecture hall at 3 pm.  It will
only take an hour for me to paint your bodies and expressions onto the
canvas.  This version will be raw and made to my usual taste.  Then you two
are free to leave. 

   Love

   Gia

   When I finished reading the message, mom took her phone back.

   "It's a famous sculpture," mom explained.  "If Giavanna wants us to pose
for her painting version of it, then we can't refuse.  It's a big honor."

   "Fine.  But I have to warn you, I've never posed for anything before.  I
don't know if I can hold still for an hour.  There could be a slight chance
that I might ruin her work by moving too much."

   "Don't be a wuss," she joked.  "Believe me, time passes by easier than
you think.  Posing is easy."

   "So you've done this before?"

   "Several times with Giavanna.  We paint or sculpt each other when we
have spurts of inspiration."

   "That's interesting," I said. 

   "Why?  Don't you think that I have the body for that kind of art?"

   There was a proud look on her face as she kind of misinterpreted my
question.  Did she really just say that?

   "You've posed nude before?" I had to ask. 

   She shrugged off my lewd question.  "Art is art.  The human body is one
of the highest forms of art there is."

   "Okay, you've definitely spent too much time around the academic
elite. You're starting to sound like a snob."

   She sneered and I laughed. 

   "It's what I love," she said.  "Being part of Giavanna's collection is
going to be a wonderful experience.  Frankly, I'm glad she wanted you for
something.  You'll get to experience one of my favorite hobbies."

   "Sitting around for an hour without moving?" I quipped. 

   "You'll see tomorrow.  I've really learned a lot from her this past
year. We've taken turns painting each other and she's given me a lot of
tips."

   I just had to ask.  "Nude?"

   "Of course.  Is there a better way?"

   Suddenly, my mind rushed with lewd thoughts of them naked together.  Two
mature beauties, standing around bare as they took turns painting each
other. 

   How truly European. 

   Mom sensed my thoughts and added, "It's actually quite liberating.  You
should try it sometime.  Without me there, of course."

   "Mom," I said, shaking my head.  "I'm a guy.  It's different."

   "What's that supposed to mean?  That you'll get an erection if you posed
for a woman?"

   "Basically, yes."

   "There are plenty of male models," she pointed out.  "None of them have
issues with their penises while posing."

   "That's because they're professionals."

   "Enough talk about penises for today.  There'll be plenty of that for
tomorrow."

   "Huh?"

   Mom waved her hand.  "Oh, relax.  You won't be getting naked.  But the
pose that Giavanna wants to make is based on a nude art.  Knowing her,
she'll carefully describe all the nude parts of the original."

   "The Pluto something-something?"

   "That's the one.  And it's called Pluto and Proserpina, by Bernini. 
You should look it up later.  It's a beautiful piece of work.  I've always
been fascinated by how Bernini managed to make the marble look exactly like
her flesh."

   Later that night, I took mom's advice and checked out that sculpture on
the internet.  We'll be posing for that?  I thought.  Clearly it was going
to be an interesting process if we had to pose like that.  Neither of us
realized how life changing it would actually become.

   ***

   The next day.  I walked to campus and met with my mother after she
finished teaching a class.  We made some small talk and she gave me a few
pointers on how to be a good model.  I wasn't thrilled about doing this,
but it did sound like it would be a fun experience. 

   When the time came, we went to the long lecture hall.  Giavanna chose
that space because it had these massive windows which would provide natural
sunlight for the art.

   We waited around while Giavanna meticulously prepared the posing area,
her canvas, and her painting supplies.  Then she quickly had us strike a
few mock poses while she gazed at us intensely, figuring out the perfect
position.

   "Okay, I know what I want," Giavanna said with her thick and luscious
Italian accent. "Now become bare.  Everything off."

   I turned to my mother so fast that I nearly had whiplash.  Mom's facial
expression was obviously that of shock.  She was caught totally off guard
by this.

   "Nude?" mom asked.  "I assumed we'd be clothed for this, since I'm with
my son this time."

   "Wasn't I clear in the email?" Giavanna asked. "I sincerely apologize
for any confusion."

   For the next few minutes, I stood there awkwardly as they went back and
forth, apologizing over the confusion.  Mom continuously apologized for
misunderstanding the email.  Giavanna apologized if her email was vague.

   One thing I found noteworthy was that Giavanna never apologized for
asking a mother & son to pose nude together.  This was Europe alright.  And
she was as liberal as it got when it came to free expression and body
parts. 

   A break in the awkwardness came when Giavanna's phone beeped.  She
checked her phone and sighed.

   "I have to make an important call," Giavanna said. "This will be a few
minutes.  In the meantime, make your decision.  It must be nude.  If not,
then I understand, and this session will come to an end."

   She excused herself to talk outside the lecture hall, and mom and I were
to make an important decision.  Mom looked at me with a light expression
and I already knew what her answer was.

   "Just something to consider," mom said.  "Giavanna's artwork is a big
seller across England and Europe.  She only makes art when she's truly
inspired.  And now, she has a creative burst with us."

   I shrugged.  "Lucky us."

   "That's not all.  When her work sells, it's typical for her to make
thousands of dollars in profits, which she gives entirely to charity.  Got
that?  She doesn't make a penny from this.  She lives entirely off her
teaching salary.  To date, she's given over $100,000 US dollars to
charity."

   Now mom was just laying a guilt trip on me.  If I refused, who knows
which charity would lose out on an influx of cash.

   "Are you serious?" I asked rhetorically.  "I mean, really?  You want us
to get naked and recreate that Pluto and Perspoli sculpture pose by
Bertonini?"

   Mom gave a look of sympathy.  "It's called Pluto and Proserpina by
Bernini.  And yes, I'm serious.  We've already come this far.  The last
thing I want is to disappoint Giavanna, especially when she's so excited to
work with us.  Come to think of it, I have never seen her so excited
before."

   "Really?  Her face is made of stone."

   "That's how she looks when she's in her groove.  She thinks hard and
intensely before she crafts."

   I sighed, "Mom, charity is great, and I'm glad she's a generous person.
But we'll, you know, see each other naked.  Doesn't that bother you?"

   "You know my stance on nudity.  I've explained it last night."

   "Yeah, but it's me this time!"

   There was a look in mom's eyes as she was silent for a moment.  She was
figuring out how to reposition her argument to persuade me.  That's when I
knew that this was inevitable; when mom wanted something, she always
figured out a way to get it.

   "Boobs," she said flippantly.  "I have a great pair of them.  Whenever
I've modeled nude this past year, I can tell that even the most experienced
artists can't stop staring at my tits.  And I have a great ass too."

   "Jeez..."

   "If we do this together, then you can stare at them all you want.  It's
a one time offer.  Take it or leave it."

   What an offer it was.

   I countered, "What makes you think I'm interested in that?"

   "Mom or not, men like tits.  You get a free viewing of my naked body. 
And believe me, I've studied enough literature to realize that men
sometimes lust after their mothers.  You might be one of them."

   "Really!?  Jeez.  You're really suggesting that about me?"

   She gave a sharp expression.  "You may, or may not, have had incestuous
fantasies about me, at any point in your life.  Honestly I don't mind.  All
I'm saying is that you can get a free viewing of my tits.  I don't mind if
you stare.  The end result is that we'll have made great art that'll last
forever.  And lots of money goes to charity."

   There was no way out.  I was boxed in.

   "Fine," I said in defeat.  "But NOT because I'm some incestuous
pervert.  It's for charity."

   "When was the last time you gave to charity?" she playfully questioned.

   "I do.  You just don't see it."

   She smiled, "Whatever the reason, thank you.  I'm glad you're agreeing.
It'll be lots of fun, you'll see."

   The door opened and Giavanna returned, locking the door behind her so
that no one could enter and disturb us.

   "Sorry about that," Giavanna said, approaching us. "Have you made your
decision?"

   "We have," mom smiled.  "We'll do it."

   There was a pleased look on Giavanna's face, then she explained what she
wanted out of this.  She had spent the night thinking of the specific
aspects she wanted.  She was certain this would work best as a more erotic
piece, something I wished she would have told us earlier. 

   Finally, she told us to strip.  Quickly.  Time was of the essence and
there was none to waste. 

   Mom flashed an apologetic look to me.  "Being naked is totally harmless.
The beginning is the hardest part.  Then it's smooth sailing afterwards."

   That's when we did it.  We had already anticipated that we'd be
undressing to some extent, so we had already dressed light.  As we
undressed, the awkward part was what to do with our eyes.  Should we look?
Should we look later?  When should we look?  Because eventually we'd be
seeing each other naked for the very first time, and it could never be
unseen.  The effects would be permanent.

   Naturally, I was the first to get down to my underwear, since I wore
less clothes than my mother.  With nothing else to do, I took a glance at
my mother, who was barefoot and almost down to her bra and panties.  Like
most women her age, she was slightly thin in some areas, and plump in other
spots.  She had the body of a mature woman who aged gracefully.  And that
turned me on.

   When mom was fully down to bra and panties, with nothing else, she took
a glance at me, noticing that I was gawking at her, then she instinctively
covered up with her hands.  I felt embarrassed and looked away, then she
put her hands down, trying to relax.

   "Let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked rhetorically.  "We're
going to see each other naked anyway.  Might as well make it swift."

   I tried not to look directly at her.  Through the corner of my eye, I
saw her reach back to unclasp her bra.  She bent down and pulled her
panties away.

   When I looked at her directly, she was facing me, standing upright,
proud of her naked figure.  God, what a sight.  What a beautiful sight.  A
vision of mature beauty.  Her breasts were small and slightly sagged. 
Those large brown nipples were rock hard, and I wondered if they were hard
from exposure to air, or from exhibitionism.  Her pubic hairs were neatly
trimmed too.

   There wasn't a single tan line on her body, and I wondered if she went
sunbathing regularly.  She must have, because her skin looked slightly more
tan than when she was back in America. 

   "Your turn," she said in a matter-of-fact manner.

   So I pulled my underwear down and exposed myself to the ladies in the
room.  It felt bizarre, but if my mom could do it, so could I.  My biggest
fear was that I'd somehow become erect.  But what are the odds of that
happening with my mother here?  I thought.

   Giavanna looked indifferent as we both stood there naked.  Nudity was
nothing to her.  She must have seen hundreds, maybe even thousands, of
naked bodies throughout her life.

   If things weren't awkward enough, things became weirder when Giavanna
approached us and pulled us closer together, as if a mother/son duo being
naked together was nothing to be ashamed of. 

   Even more striking, she pulled us together, skin-to-skin.  Yes, thanks
to Giavanna's carefree attitude about nudity, I was now touching my
mother's bare skin.  We saw each other's naked parts in close detail.  My
eyes quickly took in her naked body; seeing her skin up close, seeing the
shape of her breast, and looking at her hard nipples in detail.

   Then our eyes made contact.  It was hard to tell what mom was thinking.
But she looked conflicted as our bare bodies touched for this artwork. 
Truthfully, I didn't know what to think myself.  Who would?

   Giavanna stepped back and made a 'hmmm...' sound as she looked at us. 
She was in a state of deep thought over the pose.

   "Something's missing," Giavanna said with a dead serious tone and sharp
eyes. "We need more sexuality.  Always more sexuality.  I need cum. 
Helen, I need you to cum.  Stuart, make your mother cum."

   "Is that really necessary?" my mother asked, completely flabbergasted.

   "This will be my masterpiece.  I always like to see passion between both
models to set the mood.  Nothing we haven't done before."

   My mother kind of blushed at that comment.  Had these two ladies
orgasmed before, during, or after their art sessions together?  Now wasn't
the time to ask.

   Then mom gave me another apologetic look.  "Well, mister, I'm sure a
stud like you has had plenty of hot coeds in college.  You know what to
do."

   I was shocked by my mother's words, and the ease in which she said it.
Looking in her eyes, she seemed open to it.

   "Huh?  Are you sure?"

   She nodded.  "Reach below and touch me.  I'll tell you how I like to be
touched.  It shouldn't take long."

   Further talk was useless.  I could tell by looking at her eyes that she
wanted me to do this.  Plus she was breathing heavier.  It was a surefire
way to tell that she was aroused.

   I reached below and brushed my fingers past mom's trimmed pubic hairs. I
fully expected her to slap me, but that never came.  Instead, she gasped
and her body tensed.  Oh, she was definitely enjoying this.  Her body had
more reactions when I touched her labia and rubbed around her clitoris. 
Her pussy felt hot and I could feel trickles of fluid on my fingertips when
I touched her labia again.  She was dripping.

   "Rub my clitoris in circles," she said.  "Two fingers.  That should make
me cum.  Press hard and do it fast.  That's how I like it."

   Way too much information for any son.  And I could tell that she was
slightly embarrassed for revealing such information.  But, the show must go
on.  This had to be done.  She had to cum before we could start.

   I followed mom's instructions and pressed two fingers hard against her
clitoris.  She had an instant reaction to this.  Her body tensed even
harder and her mouth opened so she could breathe more air.  When I rubbed
her pussy, she started to squirm.  God, how unbelievable.  I was making mom
so very aroused.  She was being pushed to the brink.  With every rub, she
was a step closer to reaching an orgasm, by my very fingers!

   Most surprising of all, mom didn't seem to mind one bit.  She simply
accepted the fact that her son was going to make her cum.  All this time
spent around liberal artists had really changed her.  For the better?  For
the worse?  Who knows.  The fact was, she was enjoying this.

   Then, right on schedule, mom came.  Her body tensed hard and her eyes
widened.  Her mouth sucked in a deep breath as she stiffened.  Several
seconds later, her body relaxed and I felt my fingers become wet as I
reached lower.  Even though she didn't ask, I brought my finger lower and
felt her outer pussy; it felt so wet and inviting.

   "Perfect," Giavanna said. "Now you're prepped.  So is Stuart, I can
see."

   Mom looked down and saw that my cock was rock hard.  She glanced up at
me with a smile, and I simply blushed.  But hey, who was she to judge?  She
was the one who just had an orgasm from my fingers.

   Giavanna then brought a small stool for me to sit on.  The wooden
surface was solid and uncomfortable.  It was about to become a lot more
uncomfortable with the next instruction.

   "The original rendition of this artwork is about sex," Giavanna
said. "But the sex is never shown.  Just the force of what was to come. 
For my version of this, I will show the sex.  Stuart, I will need that
magnificent cock of yours.  It must go inside your mother.  Helen, please
sit on it."

   Mom's head turned in a flash and she looked at me.  Once again she
flashed an apologetic look.  But this time, her reaction was even stronger.
There was also something there.  Maybe it was a post-orgasm feeling of
liberation on her mind.  Or maybe it was her passion for natural art.

   Whatever it was, I knew mom was interested in continuing this endeavor.
For whatever reason, she wasn't going to put up a fight.  Living in Europe
for over a year had really changed her.

   "It'll be harmless," she said softly to me.  "We're already naked. 
You've already touched my vagina.  And you've already made me cum.  The
rest should be easy, and honestly, it might even be a little pleasurable
too, if you ignore the fact that I'm your mother."

   "You think the last part bothers me?" I blurted out.

   Her eyes sharpened.  "It doesn't?"

   Now suddenly it felt like I was the one facing the pressure.  What a
role reversal of the situation.

   I shook my head.  "Forget I said that.  Do you really want to do this? I
mean, do you?"

   That was when mom reached forward and wrapped her hand around my stiff
cock.  It was a light, soft touch.  Her fingers were slender and delicate,
so it felt nice, and it made me stiffen even further.

   "It doesn't bother me that you're my son," she said, softly caressing
her thin fingers across my shaft.  "If anything, that'll elicit more
passion from us."

   "You think so?"

   "Of course.  It's insanely taboo.  Think of the emotions we'll generate
from this.  The final product should be amazing."

   "She's right," Giavanna asserted. "I've dealt with family scenarios
before, and it's always been my best work.  This is shaping up to become my
masterpiece.  You two have a special chemistry.  I can tell."

   "I'm open to it," my mother said with a sense of finality.  "It's up to
you."

   Now came the tricky part.  I wanted to express my agreement to these two
women, but I didn't want to look like a pervert in the process.  I needed
to blend right in with their line of thinking.

   "I'd be comfortable with it," I said.  "Anything for great artwork and
charity, right?"

   The women expressed their pleasure that this would proceed and Giavanna
happily moved us closer into position.

   Giavanna added. "Obviously a man cannot maintain a strong erection for
a prolonged period of time.  So all I ask is 10 minutes of maintaining this
hardened erectile state.  I will paint your body poses and facial
expressions as quickly as possible.  Then I will add to the rest of the
painting later.  Would this be possible?"

   I nodded.  "Sure, I can do that."

   Once again, Giavanna expressed her pleasure that this would proceed, and
that's when things went to a whole new level.

   While I was sitting on the stool, mom was directed to open her legs so
she could sit on my cock.  She lifted a foot and I saw her pussy clearly.
It was so pink and raw.  So wet and delicious looking.  When she spread
herself further and lifted her leg to hover over me, I saw her pussy wide
open.  It was glistening and there were still fluids from her orgasm.  I
had to wonder if my cock going inside her actually made mom more aroused.

   Giavanna held my cock upright.  She had the hands of an experienced
artist.  Rough from years of manual work with her hands.  Yet also very
feminine at the same time.

   I tensed hard the moment my mother's pussy seemingly devoured my cock.
She lowered herself onto me in a gradual pace.  It felt exactly how I
expected.  Warm.  Wet.  Inviting.  Sure, it hurt sitting on the stool with
my mom's weight on me, but the feeling in my cock was pure bliss.

   "You're doing great," she whispered to me.

   Then she lowered herself until I was mostly inside her.  Giavanna told
mom to stop and hold that position, with my cock only three-quarters of the
way inside of her.  Giavanna wanted to paint some of my cock as well, so we
were stuck in this uncomfortable and awkward position. 

   Based on Giavanna's further instructions, mom had to turn her face away
from me, and use her left hand to push against my face.  Just like
Bernini's original sculpture.

   Giavanna smiled. "Perfect!  Hold still.  Don't move your bodies or
facial expressions.  I will make this as quick as possible."

   With the satisfactory pose, Giavanna rushed to her stool, grabbed her
palette and brush, and went to work.  Her eyes shifted between my naked
mother and myself, then onto her canvas which she painted.  She went fast.
Her eyes continuously went back and forth.  Her paintbrush skills seemed
quick and efficient.  Her eyes looked razor sharp when looking at us, as if
to stare into our souls.  What a skilled woman she was.

   Meanwhile, I couldn't keep my eyes away from my mother's naked body.  I
had a good excuse too.  Giavanna instructed me not to move.  And Giavanna
told mom not to look at me, to face away from me.  That meant I could stare
at mom's tits for as long as this lasted.

   Those tits looked beautiful too.  Perfectly curved and shaped.  I've
always had a thing for mature women, and mom's tits reflected the beauty of
her age, with that slight sag and roundness on the bottom.  I even noticed
the small sun spots around her chest, which was something that most mature
women had.  And those nipples.  God, those brown nipples looked forever
hard.  I was amazed that they remained so stiff.  How I wanted to lean
forward and suck on them.

   I've seen enough porn and been with enough women to know what an aroused
woman's nipples looked like.  And I was convinced that mom was aroused to
some degree.  I wondered what was making her so excited.  The
exhibitionism? The fact that a cock was inside her?  Or was it that her son
was surely admiring her beauty, while his cock was in her?

   And that was the other thing.  While her pussy had consumed my cock, I
felt her warmth and wetness.  I could swear that mom had gotten even wetter
since we started.  I could practically feel mom's juice forming drops,
reading to drip down my cock.

   Oh yes, mom was definitely aroused.

   For the next few minutes, I listened to the sound of Giavanna painting
away on the canvas, while also staring at mom's face, noting how attractive
she really was.  And of course, marveling at how those brown nipples
managed to stay erect for so long.

   Then, my own mortality came crashing down.  Holding an erection still
for 10 minutes was more than I could chew.  After all, there was nothing
rubbing, stroking, or sucking my cock.  Mom's pussy had to remain
completely still.

   "My penis is getting soft," I embarrassingly admitted. 

   "Can you get it hard again if you rubbed it?" mom asked, still
maintaining her same pose.

   "Sure, I think so.  Hang on."

   "No," Giavanna quickly said. "Helen, you do it.  Reach down and
massage Stuart's penis with your free arm.  I feel there will be stronger
emotional conflict on your face if you were holding your son's penis."

   Mom didn't reply.  But I heard her gulp loudly.

   While maintaining her pose, she used her free hand to reach below and
searched for my softening cock.  When she found it, she squeezed hard.  It
wasn't the same loving, caressing touch as before.  No, before was an
innocent touch.  This was something else.  This was meant to get my cock to
throb again.

   I immediately realized what a sexual goddess mom could be.  Her hand was
still on my face, pushing me away.  Her face remained turned away from me.

   Yet, those amazing brown nipples of hers always remained hard.  And her
free hand was essentially jerking me off, getting me hard for her pussy. 
It worked, too.  She stroked my shaft in a rough but soothing way.  The
tips of her fingers occasionally traced along my cock, as if to tease me.
She even fondled my balls.  What a woman.

   The result was that I was rock hard again.  Swollen inside my mother's
pussy.  I could hear mom breathing harder.  And I could see that her chest
was starting to heave from her breaths.  Was playing with my cock making
her aroused?  I was convinced that it was.  Why else would she suddenly be
extra excited?

   "Perfetto!" Giavanna said in Italian, as she painted
quickly. "Straordinario!  Just a few extra touches...wait for it...so
close...so close...Finito!"

   What a relief.  Our work was done.  Suddenly I relaxed to ease my
muscles from holding still for so long.

   On the other hand, my mother had a different way of relaxing.  She had
been holding that uncomfortable pose for so long, that her muscles had
ached.

   So when mom relaxed, she did so by collapsing onto me.  She wrapped her
arms around me.  I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing
into my skin.  It felt so amazing.  She rested her chin on my shoulder and
breathed a sigh of relief.

   Most shocking of all, mom had pressed her entire weight onto me so she
could finally relax her legs.  That meant that my cock went entirely inside
that wet pussy of hers.  And she was certainly wet.  Her inner sanctum felt
hot and I was sure that it was overflowed with her natural juices.

   She realized what she had done and leaned back to look me in the eyes.

   "Sorry about that," she smiled and blushed.  "I've never held such an
uncomfortable pose before, and my body is killing me."

   I blushed back.  "Not a problem."

   Giavanna commented on how cute the situation was, that a mother and son
were holding each other so intimately, with the son's cock buried deep
inside the mother's wet sex.

   Then Giavanna's phone rang again.  She checked it and clearly it was
important.

   "I'll be back in a few minutes," Giavanna said. "There will be a class
in here soon.  Please, get dressed.  Thank you so much for the sacrifices.
I owe you both a nice dinner.  Vi amo entrambi."

   Then Giavanna took the call and talked on the phone on her way out.  She
closed the door behind her and there we were, left naked and alone in the
lecture hall.

   I fully expected mom to get off me, since after all, my cock was still
raging inside her pussy.  Instead, she continued sitting on me, looking at
me with a loving expression on her face.

   "What?" I asked, wondering why she was looking at me like that.

   She kissed my cheek.  "You're so brave.  Really, I'm so proud of you."

   "Why?"

   Mom clenched her pussy around my cock.  "You know why.  That took a lot
of courage.  And I'm glad you kept an open mind."

   "It's all for the sake of art.  Charity too, I might add."

   "Is that so?"

   Mom clenched her pussy tighter.  It was meant to be teasing expression,
but it made my cock ache with pleasure.  I was impossibly erect.

   I looked at the clock.  "Oh shit, I think the next class starts in 20
minutes.  Students might be lining up outside this lecture hall soon."

   "Right.  We better get dressed."

   When mom lifted herself and slowly pulled her pussy off my throbbing,
rock hard cock, my body jerked.

   "What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

   "My...you know...it aches.  Don't worry, it'll be fine.  I'll just have
to tuck it carefully inside my underwear and walk slowly.  No one will
notice.  It's no big deal."

   She flashed that typical motherly look.  "What do you mean it's no big
deal?  I can't have you walking around campus with a throbbing erection."

   Oh yes, it was clear what mom was up to. 

   "I think you're right."

   She nodded.  "How would that make me look?  Honestly?  If we were
walking together and it was obvious that you had an erection in your pants.
People would think you're my young lover and that we were off to have sex.
Imagine that.  Word spreads fast around Oxford.  My reputation would be
totally ruined.  I may even lose my job here."

   "We can't have that."

   Mom took a deep breath and pressed the palms of her hands onto my
shoulders. 

   "Hold still," she said.  "This will be quick."

   There was a look of total concentration on her face.  Then she slowly
sat down on my cock again until I was all the way inside of her pussy. 
This time, she felt even warmer and wetter.  Mom was definitely enjoying
this.

   She rocked her hips back and forth.  Slow at first.  Then picking up
speed.  This had nothing to do with art.  Nothing to do with expression.

   It had everything to do with lust and taking care of my erection.  As
our eyes were locked, I wondered what was going through her mind.  Had she
always wanted to fuck her son, or was this a newfound thrill?  Or was this
solely for thanking me for participating in the art process?

   Maybe I'd never know.  But I knew that mom was totally fucking aroused.
She was breathing heavily and her eyes looked wild with lust and passion.
Her hips rocked so fast that her breasts had begun to shake.  Ah, those
huge nipples of hers.  I finally had permission to touch them, or worse...

   I bent forward and sucked her large brown nipple.  Feeling its stiffness
in my mouth.  Instead of slapping me, which she should have, mom simply
rubbed the back of my head.

   "Enjoy it while you can, mister," she moaned.  "This is purely for
necessity purposes."

   I briefly spit her nipple out.  "Of course it is.  Oh fuck, I'm close."

   Mom clenched her pussy tight and rocked her hips in a fast, sensual
motion.  For such an educated and respectable woman, she really knew how to
work her pussy.  She was a sex goddess that could rival any Greek or Roman
mythological figure.  I was certain of that.

   I came inside her, shooting spurt after spurt of cum inside mom's pussy.
She could sense it too, and showed it by rubbing my skin and letting me
know that it was okay.  She held me tight against her breast as I came.  I
could feel her heart beating.  Her skin was becoming moist with sweat.  She
finished me off and drained the rest of my cum by keeping her pussy
clenched and her gyration in a slow, controlled manner.

   "Oh yes," she groaned.  "I've always loved the feeling of a man cumming
inside my sex.  I just never thought it would be with my own son.  What a
feeling.  And you know what?  I kind of like it."

   After I finished making a mess of mom's pussy, I looked up at her to see
if she really meant it.  There was a smile on her face and a naughty gleam
in her eyes.  Yes, she meant it.  She loved the feeling of her own son
cumming inside her pussy.

   When we stopped fucking, we finally realized that Giavanna had been
standing there, watching me cum inside my mother.

   "Bellissimo," Giavanna said with excitement. "I'm so glad I was able
to witness the final act.  Such a beautiful expression of love."

   Mom looked so embarrassed that we had been caught.  Then that
embarrassment faded as Giavanna expressed more pleasure from watching us
have sex.

   Time was now of the essence.  Giavanna put her things away and mom and I
got dressed.  It was hot seeing mom climb off me.  Fluids dripped from her
pussy.  Both my cum and hers.  None of it dripped to the floor though.  It
went down her legs.  Then she went to her purse for a tissue and wiped
herself clean, hiding the incriminating tissue back inside her purse. 

   I watched her get dressed as I got dressed at the same time.  It may
have been the last time I'd ever get to see her naked, so I wanted to take
it all in.

   When we were done, Giavanna unlocked the door and students started
trickling in, having no idea that a mother and son just had an intense fuck
session in their historic classroom.

   Mom gave her hair a toss and made sure her outfit was on properly. 

   "You look great," I said.

   She smiled and whispered, "You've just seen me naked, and we've just had
sex.  You'll always think I look great."

   As usual, mom was right.  She winked at me and we headed to the door.  A
few of the students coming into the classroom were also students of my
mother.  They said 'hi' to mom, and mom said 'hi' back.  I waited by the
side as mom made small talk with them.  Mom was in a great mood after
everything we had just done.

   While mom finished chatting with her students, who had questions about
an upcoming assignment, I noticed that mom suddenly clenched her legs as
she politely finished chatting with them.  I knew what it was.  So did mom.

   Cum was dripping from her pussy and was making a mess of her panties. 
When she finished talking to her students, mom proudly walked to the door,
cum flowing and all.

   The End


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