Kevin lay there quietly with his hands behind his head, gazing at his beautiful mother. He noticed she was back into a robe, different from the last one: more lacy, less utilitarian. But he did not comment. Rather, he just watched and waited, a little expectantly. "Are you convinced now that I'm not mad at you?" she asked him quietly, not looking away from her task. "Yes," he said, in the same gentle tone. "Are you happy about the things that we've done together?" she asked. "Yes." "Are you comfortable with what we've done?" "Ye-es," he said, but with a touch of hesitation. "Well, you should be, there's nothing wrong with it. When two people love each other, they should enjoy making each other feel good. Do you want to stop?" "No!" he said quickly. "So you want to continue? Because if you don't we can stop. Any time you say, honey, we can stop." "Oh, no, Mom," Kevin insisted, "I don't want to stop. I love you." "I love you, too," she said. All this time, Heather had concentrated on cleaning him, although he had been clean a while ago. Now she stopped, looked her son straight in the eye and said, "Do you want to do more?" Without hesitation, Kevin answered, "Oh, yes, much more. Mom, I want to do everything with you." "Okay, honey," she said. Without another word, she took another washcloth and dried him off. Then she put washcloths and bowl aside, stood up, and took off her robe. If he had not already been hard, Kevin's cock would have jumped instantly to attention. As it was, it nearly leapt off his body at the sexy sight of his mother. For a brief second, Heather stood proudly as her son's wide-eyed admiring gaze took her in. Her nipples poked out above the half-bra, her flat stomach and sleek legs both seemed to point like road signs to the triangle hidden beneath the panties. Kevin gasped in admiration. Heather sank down on the bed next to her naked son. Taking him into her arms, she kissed him, deeply, passionately, lovingly. Instinctively, Kevin wrapped his tongue around his mother's as she thrust it into his mouth. Her heavy breasts mashed against his chest, molding themselves to conform to the curves in both their bodies. Like small daggers of flint, however, Heather's nipples dug into her son's flesh. Despite all that had gone before, the nudity, the masturbation, the orgasms, this kiss was the most erotic thing that had happend to either of them. Dimly they felt their bodies nestling deeply into one another, but for the moment, the kiss was all. Kevin's hands began to traverse his mother's body. Beginning at her shoulders, they lightly travelled up and down her back. After a bit, he moved them down and began to rub her ass through her panties. More and more insistently he rubbed, as their kiss continued and got hotter. In fact, the deeper the kiss, the harder he rubbed and kneaded, and the more he did that, the hotter Heather got, until she was undulating her entire body against his in unconstrained passion. Kevin's hands found the bows at her hips and instinctively knew what they were for. Soon, his hands were rubbing her bare ass cheeks and the front of her panties was sliding back and forth over their genitals. Its thin material was all that separated Heather's pussy from her son's cock, and it was rapidly becoming soaked as mother and son both exuded their natural lubrications. Finally, with a groan, Heather broke the kiss and lifted herself up. "Oh, honey," she gasped, "I've just GOT to have you." With that she reached down and snatched away the flimsy panties. Now Kevin's cock lay nestled between his mother's slick pussy lips. Heather ground her pussy against that long thin cock, rubbing its whole length between her inflamed labia, as she supported herself with her hands pressed against her son's shoulders. Kevin, for his part, took loving nips at her breasts as they swayed between them. Finally, he just grabbed them with his hands and pressed his lips feverishly around the engorged nipples. Heather moaned and tossed her head back, her long black hair whipping back to fall down her back. But as she lowered her head again, it cascaded over her shoulders, down her breasts and into her son's face. For some reason this sensation was extremely erotic to Kevin, and he bucked his hips involuntarily under her. As Heather bounced slightly into the air and came back down, she realized that *the* moment had arrived. She sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin whimpered slighlty as her breast tugged free of his mouth. She then got up on her knees and reached down. Her hand encircled Kevin's cock, and she shuddered at the now-familiar feel of it in her grasp. She pulled it up slightly, then had to reposition herself as she realized that there wasn't enough clearance between them for her to position it correctly. After an eternity of seconds, she had that flaring head positioned directly beneath her moist womanhood. Mother and son paused briefly, looking into each other's eyes. Simultaneously they whispered "I love you." Then she let her weight sink back down and slowly, lovingly, deliciously took her son's virginity. Soft, wet, warm, tight. Magical, mystical, emotional, powerful. Incredible. Unbelievable. Such was Kevin's return to his mother's womb. He had always dreamed that sex would be great, but had thought of it as a physically superior form of masturbation. The emotional and mental aspects, however, were what was blowing his mind. Lust was great, but lust with Love, that was ... beyond. Heather, for her part, had had lust with love, and lust without, so these were not new things to her. Right now, love was there but lust was dominating. Her hips whipped up and down smoothly, her pussy gripping that long thin cock. Waking from an almost-stupor, Kevin began responding, thrusting deep on her downstrokes, slapping his hips against hers as he kneaded her fleshy titmounds. Then, on one particularly quick downstroke, she felt him bottom out, as his cockhead nudged her cervix. It wasn't painful, but the sensation was entirely new: NO ONE had ever reached so deep. It triggered another new feeling for her: a vaginal orgasm. It was deeper, somehow, than her other orgasms. Stronger but....buried. The effect on Kevin, however, was immense. He felt her vagina ripple like the ground in an earthquake as the shock-waves of orgasm ripped through his mother's groin. At that, he couldn't hold back any longer, and began to cum. Both Heather and Kevin were grunting deeply from the effects of their orgasms. His breath came out in low, hard gasps in time to each spurt from his cock. Each spurt was milked forth by a ripple in her pussy, so like a well-timed but badly oiled machine, they moaned, jerked and spasmed in unison. Finally, Heather collapsed on her son's chest, kissing him again as her hair curtained around them. "I love you, baby," she breathed. "I love you, too, Mom," he said back. His cock, though softening, was still buried in her pussy. She could feel him shrinking inside her, but she hoped they were not done yet. "Can you go again?" she asked hungrily. "Oh, yeah," he said eagerly. With that she lifted her hips slowly off him, enjoying the feeling as his now- limp cock slipped from her hole, and examined his flaccid tool. "Hmm, this needs some work. It looks dead, but I'll bet I can resuscitate it." Kevin's eyes bulged in wonderment. He thought he knew what was coming next, but it seemed too much to hope for. Too much? Hell, just seeing Mom naked seemed like too much 48 hours ago. Now he'd just... just... alright "fucked" is the term, he'd just fucked his mother. A mother- fucker, that's what I am, he thought happily. And now it seemed.... Heather leaned closer with a hungry look in her eye. Kevin shivered deliciously as her warm breath panted from her parted lips and bathed his wet cock. Closer she moved, then closer still. Now her head was pillowed on his thighs, and she was holding his cum-covered cock in one hand, turning it this way and that, for all the world as if she were surveying a hot dog and wondering where to take the first bite. Suddenly, in the space of a breath, Heather had engulfed her son's cock in her warm mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking him in, then pulled back while still applying suction, so that Kevin's cock was stretched from his groin while her tongue and lips caressed every inch of it. With him stretched like that, Heather looked like a bird trying to coax a worm out of the ground. But despite the incongruity of the image, Kevin felt life stir in him as the blood rushed back into his dick. Before taking him into her mouth, Heather inhaled the musky scent of their mixed love juices, and immediately was overwhelmed with lust. Although she had never eaten another woman before, there were many times she had performed this same service for a lover and tasted her own juices. In fact, she often licked her vibrator clean after it had been inside her. So Heather was no stranger to the tangy mix which filled her mouth on the first suck. She loved it. But within three head-bobs, her son's dick was clean as a whistle, and Heather started laving her saliva all over his hardening rod. As he came to full hardness, however, she felt him shift under her. She was vaguely disappointed that Kevin wanted to fuck so soon; she had decided to suck him off and drink his cum. But seconds later she realized that he wasn't ready to fuck, he was merely shifting around so that his head was opposite her crotch. He was going to eat her! She pulled her head back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying, "Kevin, honey, Mommy's awfully messy, are you sure you want to do that?" Kevin realized what she was referring to, but it didn't bother him. "It's only the same stuff you're licking off me, right?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. Then gasped as he sunk his tongue between her pussy lips. "Mmmm," was all he said, then "This ain't half bad." "Isn't," she replied dreamily, "Isn't half bad." Then returned to her own sucking. For several minutes only the sound of wet slurps, licks, gasps, and groans filled Kevin's darkened bedroom as mother and son sixty-nined. Heather marveled at the mature, caring attitude her son showwed as a lover. NO man she had ever been with would eat her out once he had come inside her, but many expected her to give them head after the first round to get them up for the second. She never faulted them for it, but was glad her son was different. Of course, he was like that about everything. Then her mind whirled as Kevin centered his ministrations on her clit. Pulling back she encouraged him. "Oh, yes! Kevin, don't stop... Oh, you good boy. Unnnh! Oh you're soooo good at eating my pussy. Ohhh, YESSS! DO IT! Make, Make me.... Unnnh! Oh, yeah, yeah, oh OH OOOOHHHHH YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!" and she exploded, seeing stars, hearing bells and cumming wildly. As she came down off her plateau, Kevin continued to lick her gently, cleaning all around her pussy without stimulating her too much. With a touch of pride Heather thought, "My son's a natural born pussy-eater." "Thank you honey," she finally breathed, "now lay back and let Mommy do you." Kevin reclined with his hands behind his head as before, only this time his head was pointed toward the foot of the bed. Heather drew up on her knees between his legs, and dropped her mouth back down on his spit- covered shaft. She began a steady up and down motion, taking more of his cock deeper each time. Kevin urged her on. "Yes, Mom, oh yeah. Oh, that feels great. Oh, pull your hair back, yeah that's good. Yeah, I wanna see you suck me. YEAH." Heather had to keep pushing her hair back over her ears to allow her son to see what she was doing. Finally she flipped her long dark locks over to one side and turned her head slightly, giving him a three-quarter view while coincidentally applying some corkscrew suction to his rod. This elicited a louder moan than usual, so she continued that motion, twirling around and down each time. His slim young shaft was too long for her to get completely in her mouth, so as she stimulated his balls with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his cock and pumped him some more. Pretty soon she could feel him start to tense up and she knew his cum was imminent. She was determined to give him the maximum pleasure, so as she felt him begin to build, she opened her throat and bobbed her head down as far as possible, taking him deep into her gullet and massaging him there. Kevin nearly leaped out of his skull at his mother's deep-throat action. The cum literally fleww from his rod and pumped directly down her throat. Heather jerked her head back involuntarily as a drwoning feeling over came her. She snorted quickly, trying to keep her son's dick in her mouth, but his young load bulged her cheeks out faster than she could swallow, and she had to pull back to catch her breath. Her hand kept pumping him however, and Kevin watched in amazement as spurt after spurt of his seed splashed off him mother's eye's and cheeks and hair and, as she pulled back, her pendulous tits. Heather could not believe the amount of cum her son was shooting. When he finally stopped, she sat back on her haunches, then swallowed what she had in her mouth, then looked down at the gooey mess coating most of her upper body, then looked at her son. "You're a MESS," he said, then they both broke out in gales of laughter. It was true: pearl drops of cum hung suspended in her hair. Small trickles ran down her cheeks like tears. A trail dripped from her mouth, down her chin and onto a breast. Her chest was covered in his slimy goo, and both hands were drenched. "Oh, well," Heather laughed, "it's a shame to let this go to waste." She began licking her fingers, savoring every taste of her son's jism. Kevin got up from the bed as she grinned at him and said, "Mmmm, finger-lickin' good." Kevin smiled at her, but did not laugh. Instead, he retrieved the washcloth Heather had used to clean him earlier. The water in the bowl was cooler by now, but he rinsed the cloth, wrung it out and gently began to clean his mother off. In wonderment she stared at her son, so tenderly cleaning his lover off. He wiped her chest and tits, not in a sexual manner. He cleaned her face and arms, turning her and holding her almost exactly as she had cleaned him when giving him baths as a child. Finally, when she was no longer coated with her son's cum, he put down the washcloth, took her face in her hands and kissed her gently. "I love you, Mom. Thank you." "Oh darling," she sobbed, "thank YOU." Then they lay together, holding each other tenderly as they fell asleep. The rest of that Saturday passed normally and quickly. They both woke from their nap refreshed and happy. The air of tension which had permeated the house was replaced by one of relief and a kind of expectancy, as both Heather and Kevin looked forward to furthering their sexual relationship. While Kevin cleaned the house a little that afternoon, Heather went shopping and brought home the makings for Kevin's favorite dinner: ribs and french fries. The two cooked dinner together, then ate it at the same table where they'd had their "date" the night before. Then they cuddled together and watched TV, as they had done on countless nights before, but with one not-so-subtle difference: both were naked. As the Saturday evening shows played out, mother and son idly stroked and cuddled each other. They would make out during commercials. It was only 8:30 when Kevin said, "I'm tired, I think I'll go to bed now." "Oh, you're right," Heather giggled, "It's way past MY bedtime." Then hand in hand they went upstairs. At the top of the stairs they faced one another. "Your place or mine?" Heather asked lighlty. "How about your's?" Kevin suggested, "mine's a little small." And so they went to bed and made love, then fell asleep. Sunday passed in much the same way, with mother and son fucking and sucking whenever they felt like it, moslty in the bedrooms or the den. They never put their clothes back on the rest of the weekend. Six months later: Heather was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes, wearing nothing but an apron.Then she jumped as she felt Kevin wrap his hands around her and grab hold of her tits. He snaked his tongue into her ear. "Whatcha doin', darling?" he asked innocently. "Waiting for my husband to come fuck me," she replied wickedly. Kevin was thrilled to hear his mom call him her husband. It has been his dream for over two years to make his lovely young mother his own wife, and the dream had come true two months back, when Heather agreed when he proposed to her on Valentine's Day. They went to Vegas and got married.The newly wed mother and son enjoyed their honeymoon in their own farmhouse which was very conveniently miles away from other houses. What a wonderful six months has it been! Kevin's thoughts were interuupted when his mother asked "Whatcha waiting for, lover. I am not wet enough here?" and guided his hand under her apron to her pussy. Kevin sighed and noted that his mother was dripping with lust. "You are always wet for me, Mom. I was just thinking how much I love you, Mom" Then he buckled his knees, grabbed his mom's hips, slipped forward and rose up again, impaling Heather from behind. "Ohhh, KEVIN," she breathed. She bent over the sink as he started sliding in and out. Her tits dipped into the sudsy warm water before her, and the feeling was incredible. Then she straightened a little to create more friction on her son's pistoning cock. Kevin's hands returned to her tits, and mashed them all over, slipping all around the sudsy mounds. His palms slid freely over her nipples, hyper-exciting them. Clamping down on her son's rod with her pussy muscles, Heather started to shake in orgasm. A few minutes later, Kevin fired another load up his Mom's pussy, then walked shakily over to the kitchen table and sat down. The strain of keeping his knees bent while fucking was a bit much for him. Heather came over and knelt before him to lick his rod clean. Then she kissed him turned to finish the dishes.