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I come up behind and massage her shoulders while she is chopping vegetables
for dinner in front of the kitchen window.  Outside, the evening fog is
starting to roll in to the redowoods around us.  She is 34, short and curvy
and athletic, with thin blond / gray hair.  Her body is strong and
beautiful from working out (we swim three miles a week together) wearing a
skirt from light fabric just above the knee, heels, and a strappy top that
shows off her strong shoulders and smooth fair skin.  Her strong shoulders,
ample breasts, narrow waist, and shapely ass dominate the room when she
walks in.  She looks back at me to smile welcome home from school, and I
see her wrinkles at her eyes and her whispy shoulder length blond hair. 
She goes back to chopping, and I wrap my arms around her waist.  "How was
your day?" I ask, my face next to hers.  I reach down and take a piece of
carrot and eat it.  "Oh, fine" she says, but she doesn't mean it.  She
talks about going back to school for art and photography, but she makes
tons of money as an RN and doesn't want to give up the time.  "I'm sorry it
was the same as ever," I say.  I keep telling her she should do it, maybe
she would even meet a guy; she tells me the guys who go to art classes
aren't any good anyway.

   She puts down the knife and faces me, gently and chastely holding my
hands.  We have always had a good friendship, nurturing, encouraging each
other to succeed, avoiding too much neediness.  She brought me up alone,
pregnant at 18, living with her parents while I was a baby and she got her
nursing degree.  I think because she had to get her act together all of a
sudden and had really supportive parents, she has always understood how to
bring out the best in me.

   "It's alright.  At least I am working days this month."

   Throughout my life I have had the occasional fantasy about her, but I
have never been obsessive until recently; mostly I would think about her
for a while after a friend of mine would go on about how hot she was.  I
have had a couple of girlfriends, but I was still a virgin.  She has had
occasional boyfriends over the last 15 years, but none of them ever moved
in, and I think she sort of kept people out of our family.  She has had
them over sometimes, but usually they were gone by morning or she would
stay out and have her mom watch me.  I would ask about each boyfriend, and
she would give some evasive crap about how they weren't ready to settle
down; I could tell she didn't want to talk about it, so I wouldn't push too
hard.

   "I won the robotics thing" I tell her, "Oh congrats honey!" she says and
squeezes my hand.  I think she really cares, which is so sweet.  I am a
crazily successful student partly because something of a momma's boy, but
she always wants me to succeed not just to be tied to her.  We sit at the
table to do homework together almost every night, she drives me and my
teams whenever we need it, and whenever I succeed she makes the right deal
about it - not too much, not too little.  "Someone emailed me that they
want to buy a painting from the cafe!" "Cool!  We should celebrate!"
"Whoo!" We laugh, and she releases my hands and turns back to her chopping.

   But when I returned from working with grandpa in construction last
summer, we both found ourselves very attracted to each other.  She and I
had made a deal to each swim five miles a week.  When we first saw each
other at the airport, we did a double take -- she was buffed out, though
still her cute short self -- her breasts more prominent because of her
muscular upper body, her waist narrow, her hips wide but her thighs
muscular and shapely.  From the way she looked at me, I must have been
pretty attractive too.  Except for our eyes holding each other for longer
than appropriate, nothing much happened at first.  We swam or went to the
gym together a couple of nights a week, like always, and I started to
really appreciate how beautiful she was, especially when she wore a tight
outfit and was really sweaty...  good lord!  I could tell she liked to look
at me too, but I didn't really understand what it meant.  It was funny,
though, how there was definitely more reciprocity in the relationship, with
me comforting her as often as she did me, us working on the yard at the
same time, and the like.  Hard to put my finger on, but I could tell it
made her happy.

   I stand really close to her and start to massage her shoulders, and she
murmurs "yum" and puts down her knife and lets herself enjoy my touch.  I
push my fingers into her scalp under her blond hair, then run my hands on
the top of her head, then forward to her face.  "Since you were a baby, you
have always liked touching my face," she says.  I rub her forehead, under
her eyes, her cheeks.  "Because it is a pretty face," I say.

   She catches us both off guard when she puts my hand her lips, kisses it,
and lets go.  My heart racing, I put my hands on her hips and, leaning
down, give a tentative kiss to her neck, and she tilts her head to the side
to make it easier.  I have been wanting to do something like this for
months.  "What are you doing?" she says, even as she closes her eyes and
waits for me to continue.  "Kissing your neck.  Duh," I respond.  She
laughs quickly and perfunctorily, starting to breathe a little bit heavily.
I give her a few more kisses, still light, and whisper (more throatily than
I would like) "Mom, You are really pretty", "thanks honey," she says,
trying to act like she doesn't care.

   Though the tension was there as soon as I got home from the summer,
nothing moved for months.  We just enjoyed each other's company more than
usual.  But then one night I got up to go to the bathroom and heard gasping
from her room.  I was actually worried about her and went to investigate,
but when I got closer I could hear her moaning, low and throaty, in ecstasy
as she (presumably) masturbated.  I was transfixed, and stood in the hall
and listened to her bring herself to orgasm twice, first panting, then
making long Mmmm noises, then repeating Oh, Oh, Oh as she audibly shook the
bed with her pleasure.  I snuck back to my room, face flushed and heart
pounding, and immediately masturbated, thinking about how she must look
while coming, laying back naked, fair curvaceous body exposed above the
sheets, her strong legs wide with her fingers on her cunt.  Finally I got
up to pee again and waited to hear her, then went back and tried to sleep.
I couldn't for hours, and only after masturbating three times by 2:00 am,
did I get any sleep at all.  Since then I found myself thinking about her
all the time, acting ridiculous when we were together, and trying touch her
whenever possible.  Since I was shy, that wasn't very often, but I did
manage to elevate our physicality to holding hands, arms around the waist,
and massages like I am giving her now.

   After a few more kisses, she lets go of my hands and leans slightly
forward against the counter, subtly arching her back the littlest bit -- I
can barely believe it, my heart starts to race, and I can feel a little bit
of cum leak out of my suddenly rock hard penis.  I run my hands across her
belly, then up her sides, and finish by squeezing her bare shoulders,
afraid to push back against her, but desperately wanting too.  I gather up
her hair up and kiss her neck again, then again and again, proceeding to
her collar bone and then to her shoulder.  I keep my mouth open, shyly
touching her warm skin with the tip of my tongue, my hands resting gently
on her hips.

   She murmurs "Mmm", "Mmm" and I start press gingerly against her, like I
have wanted to for months.  I stop kissing her, then put my cheek against
hers from behind.  I get lost in the moment -- I start to breath deep,
almost relaxing, unconsciously syncronizing with her breath, rythmically
and unconsciously squeezing her hips with my hands.  We do that for a
while, and I watch her face as she closes her eyes in pleasure.  I caress
her cheek with my hand and she smiles, leaning her head back.  "Baby, it
has been great to have you here with me," she says, her eyes still closed,
"I love you so much." "I love you too." She puts my hand against her lips
again, still eyes closed; their warmth and wetness makes me feel like I am
going to explode.  She lets her warm lips linger against my fingers.

   "Honey," she says gently, making a smooch sound on my hand and opening
her eyes, "we should stop".  Our gazes lock, her looking back at me, full
of desire.  She puts my hand away from her face, and I let it rest on her
hip, but we can't stop staring at each other.  Neither of us move.  I see
her brown irises, her light crows feet, her dark lashes, her fair cheeks,
and her red lips.  She looks down finally; I have unconsciously pushed her
up against the counter.  She pushes back to get some room, then turns
around to me, puts her hands on my chest as if to shove me, and looks up
into my face.  "Really," she says and pushes lightly and ineffectually
against me.  I can neither move nor speak as we stare at each other
immobile.

   "When did you get so beautiful?" she asks after we have stood sthere a
while, brushing her hand against my face, then across the top of my chest,
then down my bare arms.  "Hmm?  When?  It isn't really fair of you." She
looks me over while I hold her waist, and she runs her hands from my chest
down my arms.  "I should have never started working out with you." She
starts to play and clutch at my shirt, avoiding my eyes; I can feel the
soft skin of her sides and belly under my thumbs as I squeeze her gently
with hands.  Then she starts running her fingers through my hair, over and
over, her eyes fixed on mine.  I pull her aggressively to me, surprising us
both, and grind my hips into her.  She stares up at me wide eyed, opening
her mouth and saying "ohh", as my body rushes with pleasure from pushing
against her.

   I look into her eyes, savoring intense rush of pushing my throbbing cock
against her.  I reach my head forward to kiss her, but we both jerk back in
fear and stare again at each other, realizing what we are doing.  But then
I gather up her her curvacious body, her shoulder blades under my fingers,
watching her tongue glide along her lips, our eyes together.  I pull her up
to me, but don't go any farther, our faces inches away from each other.

   Suddenly she reaches to my head, pulls me to her, and our lips meet.  I
feel like I am going to come right then and almost swallow her entirely. 
"Slow down, sailor" she says, smiling and touching my cheek, panting a
little.  "Start light, just the lips and try to relax." We kiss in short,
easy bursts, wet lips encompassing each other, her hips rising
unconsciously up to me.  "Nice," she says.  "I like it a lot," I say.  She
smiles and says "hold still", then takes my head in her hands and runs the
tip of her tongue slowly along my lips; I feel like I am going to melt. 
"Can I?" I ask.  She nods, and I take her head and do the same, back and
forth acrosss her red lips.  She grabs my head and pulls me down to her as
we slowly enjoy each other, her mouth slowly opening until our tongues are
playing together, warm, moist, and unbelievable.  I let my hand sink down
until I am holding her ass, and I squeeze it and pull her against me.  I am
in heaven.

   We enjoy each other like this for a while, then she pushes me back and
deftly slides out from my arms.  "We have to stop.  It isn't because you
aren't beautiful, but this is not OK." I grab hold of her hands, and she
starts to back away from me.  "Really.  Let go now." She keeps her eyes
away from mine.  I hold her hands a little more, then release them; our
fingers intertwine unconsciously and we look at each other.  She lets go,
grabs her purse, and leaves the house.  "I am going to get some work done,"
she says.  "And honey, this never happened." She closes the kitchen door,
looking back at me briefly.

   I stand in the kitchen, bewildered.  Then I do the obvious thing: type
"seducing mother advice" into google.  Mostly it is a bunch of illiterates
and fools asking for pictures.  One post, though, stands out -- it was in
response to a fifteen year old in my position, who was alone with his mom a
lot, who thought the desire was mutual, but at an impasse.  The advice was
three things.  The first: shower her with chivalry and attention but never
try to *get* her to do anything, sexual or not -- worship her, but wait for
her to signal that she is ready (holding your hand too long, asking for a
massage, or something); learn to give your attention to her just for the
joy of it.  Two, practice deep breathing and when you are about to lose
your virginity, relax and go as slow as you can.  Three, when you start to
make love, ask her directly how to please her, have her show you, and
remind her over and over what a beautiful erotic thing is her teaching you
her body and how to have sex with her.  So I cleaned the kitchen, cut some
of our roses, and put them in a vase along with a card saying "You mean the
world to me.  I am sorry that I crossed a line I shouldn't have.  I hope
you forgive me and that we can go back to being great friends." Then I went
to bed, practiced deep breathing, jerked off multiple times, and went to
sleep before she got home.

   The next morning is a little uncomfortable, but we both succeed in
pretending nothing was going on, easier because I backed off from trying to
have her at every opportune (or not) moment.  Over the next few weeks, I
make a point of holding the door for her, asking about work, telling her
how pretty she is (unlasciviously), helping with the cooking, and making
her laugh.  I never make a move, touching her even less than before our
event.  At first she is guarded, but then she becomes even easier with me
than before we made out in the kitchen.  She doesn't try to touch me or
anything, but we start to talk a lot more, watch tv togehter, and the like.
It is really nice.

   A week later on Thursday, she asks me to go with her to help take down
some photos she had shown at a cafe; of course I agree and we have a nice
time.  At home, we are putting the photos away in her bedroom, when I
notice some black and white photos in the box that look like they are her,
pregnant, and nearly naked.  I pull one out and she say "Put that back --
that's ridiculuous," trying to make a joke about it and take it out of my
hand.  It makes me want to see it more and I look at it -- she is pregnant
-- huge!  -- wearing black panties, in profile, and looking sidelong at the
camera.  She is really young, and utterly hot, with her shoulder length
hair, a weird but happy expression on her face.  Her breasts are full, her
nipples showing in outline.  "Wow" I say, and we stare at it together for a
long time.  "Wow," I say again, stupidly, after a pause.  "That is the
hottest thing I have ever seen." "Ok, let's put it away."

   She takes it, puts it back, and we work quietly until everything is in
order.  We can't really talk.  Finally, she says "Well, that's that," and
gets up; obviously the expectation is that I will get up too and go to my
room.  I do, but then I stop in the door.  My heart is racing, but I turn
around and start to talk.  It takes a minute, but finally I am able to say
"I never thought about our bodies being one like that once; you have been
pushing me away to become my own person all my life, and because of that,
all my life I can keep coming back to join with again.  Together, then
separate, then growing, then rejoin and interweave, different but the same.
It has been wonderful."

   She stares at me speechless, a little moist in the eyes.  But then she
teases:

   "Don't get all poetic just because you want something." I take a breath,
and I say: "I do want something, but I won't push.  I am having a great
time at whatever level you are comfortable with." I take another breath,
feeliing very mature.  "Huh," she says, "go to sleep." "Okay, good night.
Love you." "Love you too.  Weirdo." I turn back to look, and we grin at the
joke together.  I go off.

   We have dinner out together on Friday, talking easily about nothing at
all - her boss, my school, the weather.  I can tell she is thinking about
something, though, and there is suspense in the strange ways that she
sometimes pauses and looks at me, as if she were about to say something,
but nothing comes up.  Later that night she is up watching TV, sort of
oddly for her, since she usually goes to bed pretty early.  I walk by in
pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, ostensibly to get a drink in the kitchen, and
see her sitting on the couch in a pair of loose two piece light gray silk
pyjamas.  I lean against the door and ask "Do you want company?" I can see
her nipples through the fabric, her breasts filling her top.  "Sure." We
sit through Letterman and South Park, opposite sides of the couch, laughing
together.  At some point she puts her hand on mine and keeps it there, but
nothing else happens.

   It is late, 2 am, and all the shows are off.  She is tired, I can tell.
After a while and she looks at me for a while, and then says, still holding
my hand, "If I was a good mom, you'd be in boarding school on Monday, and I
would be with you aunt until you were gone." "I think you are a great mom."
I can barely talk, start breathing deep so I don't completely freak.  She
weaves her fingers with mine, warm, intimate interlacing.  "I should be
forcing you out; you shouldn't just be folding back into me." "I kind of
like the idea of folding back into you." We pause.  "I am really sleepy,"
she yawns.  "If you promise to behave yourself, why don't you sleep with
me. Can you behave?" "You bet."

   She falls asleep immediately, perhaps because the drama seemed to have
already reached its peak after the event in the kitchen.  It takes me
longer but somehow I sleep too, lying on my back because I don't think I
can spoon with her, but pressing my side to her warmth nevertheless.  I
wake up in the halflight of dawn.  It takes me a moment to figure out where
I am, especially since I can tell I am alone but still remember what
happened last night.  I open my eyes, and see my mom standing naked in
front of the window, her short, curvy, strong body framed by blue light.  I
stare at her, and find her pyjamas next to me with my hand.  When I move,
she turns to me and smiles, a little bit wistfully.  "I love the light like
this," she says.

   I get up and sit on the side of the bed, looking at her.  I take off my
shirt, stand up, take off my pj bottoms and walk to her.  I have never been
so erect before, and the air feels like it is going to make me come.  I try
to breathe deeply and rhythmically as I walk to her.  She puts her hands
backwards and I know to hold them and stand behind her.  I don't press
against her, but the tip of my erect penis touches her ass.  We can see the
outline of the sky through the redwood trees at the edge of the yard, her
car in the driveway, the outline of the neihgbors house, the hills a few
miles away.  We are still for a moment, thoughtful, and I try to relax.  A
bird flies by outside.  Then she leans her head backwards, resting it on my
chest, and looks up at me.  I take in her nakedness as I look down at her
-- her full breasts, her soft stomach, her narrow waist made more inviting
by the strenght of her upper body and hips, the light covering of pubic
hair.  "Are you trying to do deep breathing?" she asks me, a little bit of
laughter in her voice.  "Yeah," I say, laughing at myself in my tone, "I
read about your first time on the internet." "Hehe, you are such a geek,"
she replies, and pulls my hands around her belly.

   Suddenly, almost by surprise, we are wrapped tight around each other,
naked, completely aroused.  We both are still, but start to pant.  She
mutters "Oh my god" after a second, when I start to squeeze her and kiss
her neck.  Then she arches her back uncontrollably as I take her breasts in
my hands and push myself into her.  Her mouth opens slightly and she stares
back into my eyes, wiggling a little bit so that my penis is between her
legs instead of against her ass.  "Kiss me," she gasps and our tongues and
lips intertwine.  I savor the feel of her warm soft belly and pull her up
to me, then hold her breasts again, her nipples under my fingers.  "Fuck,
you feel so good.  I can't believe I doing this with you." I pull her to me
again, almost aggressively, and nearly ejaculate.  I start deep breathing
again as I pull away from her lips; she half closes her eyes and looks up
at me, and then I kiss her again and again, pausing while our lips
interleave, then pulling gently away.  "Are you trying to hold on, doing
your deep breathing again?" she asks.  I nod.  "That is so cute," she
kisses me.  "I just want to please you," I say, and kiss her.  "Mmm, you
do." A long kiss as she pulls my arms around her even tighter; I breathe
deeply and she smiles knowingly at me with her eyes.

   "I mean I *really* want to please you," I say, holding her.  "I want you
teach me how to be perfect for you." "You are so unbelievably sweet," she
says "I think you are the only one I could trust to do that with." She
caresses my forearms, which are wrapped around her naked waist.  "I just
want to warn you, you might see a really different person when you start to
push my buttons.  I've always tried to be an in-control mom, but I don't
like to be an in-control lover." I kiss her on the neck, actually a little
bit nervous.  "Ok.  Don't you think I am grown up enough?" She arches back
and looks at me, and takes my hands so that my fingertips trace the outline
of her breasts, then her nipples.  "Just barely." I run my hands up and
down her body like she showed me, and she reaches back to feel my cock and
caress it oh so lightly.  "Just don't say I didn't warn you." "Will you
still help me with my homework?" I joke.  "Of course, baby." We kiss "Now
what do you want to learn?"

   "How to touch you, um down there." "You mean my cunt?" "Yeah, your
cunt." She takes my right hand in hers and guides it down.  "Caress me
really light at first.  All over." One hand holding her breast, the other I
run my fingertips accross her belly, then down the front of her thighs,
then to the inside of her legs, then up to her swollen, hairy cunt.  She
guides my hand across it back up to her belly, directing my middle finger
gently between her folds and then across her clit.  "Mmmm, tease me like
that a little." I do it again, but this time when I get to the inside of
her thighs she bends at the knees and spreads her legs for me a bit; I feel
the swollen labia, the lips, then the top and clit as I lightly caress her
again, my other hand on her warm breast.  I do it yet again, and she leans
back for a kiss -- "God, I love feeling your hard cock against my ass. 
Caress me again like that." I do it again, even slower, trying to work my
breathing, and she puts one hand agains the wall so she can lean forward.

   "Try it from behind." I back up and put my hand up between her legs, my
fingertips caressing down across her clit, pushing slightly between her wet
lips, then down to tickle her thighs and back up again.  "Oh my god, oh my
god, you are so wonderful, god, keep doing that." I lean forward to kiss
her neck and clutch her breast as she moans and rocks back onto my hand. 
"You are so beautiful." She reaches back and grabs my cock.  "You are such
a mommas boy." "You are so fucking hot.  Don't move your hand or I will
come." She laughs a little, but holds still.  I slide my hand from her
breast and start to caress her clit super light from the front at the same
time that I play with her lips from behind.  "Oh FUCK!  Put your fingers in
me.  Oh god." My back hand enters her, and she leans back into me.  "Oh
Fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" she screams, leans forward, and pushes her hips
down onto my hand.  With one hand at the front of her cunt, the other
between her legs I push up into her and she leans against the wall.  She
stays upright as best she can, pushing back onto me as I caress and play
with her.  "Oh, you are so wonderful.  Your fingers are amazing." We kiss a
sloppy, tongue and saliva kiss as I try to keep her from falling over and
still try to fuck her with my fingers, in and out in and out.  After a
while , she knocks the clock radio off the nightstand, and turns to face
me.

   "Ok this is it, you have to fuck me." By now the room is light, and I
watch her face, sweaty and wild, wispy blond hair stuck to her forehead. 
She reaches up to kiss me aggressively, and gets on the bed and lies down
and spreads her legs.  "Come on," she says as she gets up to pull me by the
hand, "I really, really, really want you inside of me." I climb on top of
her and look in her eyes, she takes my cock in her hands, and pulls me
toward her cunt.  We kiss, staring at each other, and I put the tip inside
her; she is dripping and throbbing.  I am panting like crazy.  "Tell me how
much you like it." "Oh god, mom, it feels good." "Baby, come inside all the
way." I start to lower myself into her slowly, staring at her, trying to
breathe.  "Oh god you feel amazing." "Fuck, I have wanted you inside me for
months." I get about a quarter of the way, and she pulls her legs up with
her hands and rests her feet on my hips.  Our eyes are glued to each other.
I go halfway and stop, and she starts to whimper, her legs are going crazy,
trying to pull me in.  I pull out and go back in halfway and pause, and she
reaches her head back and says "Oh." I reach my head down and kiss her
breast, savoring her sweatiness, her hard nipples, and she wraps her around
me.  "Baby, come inside all the way.  Come on." She pulls me, and I moan,
finally entering until I am pressed completely against her and my cock has
filled her.  I gather her up around her shoulders and we kiss, wet, sloppy,
our tongues completely out of control, with me trying not to move my hips
or I know I will lose it.  "Oh god, mom, oh god, that feels so good." "Oh
baby, you make me so happy." We kiss some more.

   "Oh god, you feel good." "Hold my ass while you do it." I reach around,
feeling the wetness dripping everywhere.  I gather up some courage, pull
out, take a deep breath.  Then I thrust back in hard.  She totally loses it
at that point, screaming "God, oh god!" and pulling me into her while
bucking her hips up to me and digging her nails into my back.  "God honey,
just go with, Oh FUCK!" she says, as I come, holding her ass and pulling
her into me as hard as I can.  The bed sounds as if it is going to explode
from our pounding, I am moaning as I explode inside her, pounding her, and
she is screaming "Yes!  yes!  yes!".  Finally it ends, and I lie on her,
panting, my face in her neck.  She pushes me to look in my eyes: "That felt
so amazing," she says, wrapping around me with her legs and her arms.  We
kiss again, then I bend down to lick her sweaty nipples, and then I rest
again on top of her.

   "You are getting heavy, honey," she says, and I roll off of her onto my
back.  She gets on her side and faces me.  "I am in such trouble now," she
says, caressing my chest.  "I have never fallen apart for anyone like that
before.  Wow.  Boy I love you, in so many crazy ways.  I don't quite know
what to do first." I look at her, and she is almost pleading with me in her
eyes.  I kiss her gently on the lips, then again but linger.  "I love you
too.  I guess I am your boyfriend too, now." She kisses me "Mmm, I like it.
Just promise you'll be good to me." "I promise." She gets up on her hands
and knees, and I hold her breasts in front of me.  Then she straddles me,
pushing against my now soft cock with her cunt.  "Do you want me to do
anything for you, boyfriend?" she asks, rocking back and forth and rubbing
against me, holding my eyes, looking a little mischevious.  I caress her
hair.  "Like what?" I run my hands down her strong back, circle her waist,
caress her soft belly and breasts, reach up to kiss her "like get me a
beer?".  Her mouth opens, in feign shock: "you fucker," she laughs, and
bites me really hard on the shoulder.  "OW!  I thought I was in charge
now." We kiss again.  "You so are," she says as she licks my lips and puts
her breasts in my face, still rocking, "I just know you don't even like
beer."

   I am starting to get hard again, and I put my hands on her head and
guide her down my body.  She kisses me slowly, sucking just a little bit
all over my skin, until she takes my medium hard cock in her hand and
starts to kiss the tip, then the foreskin, then runs her lips down the
shaft and licks my testicles.  I am rock hard now, and moan as she takes
half my cock in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it.  She keeps
looking at me as she sucks me; I grab her shoulders and play with her hair.
I watch my shaft disappear into her mouth, my nerves on fire, then as she
pulls out she smiles at me, then does it again.

   "Come up here, I want to kiss you." She clambers on top of me again, and
takes me suddenly inside her.  I buck my hips and moan.  "You really are a
momma's boy, aren't you?" We kiss.  "Yeah.  I can still taste it on you." I
pull her down hard onto me, grabbing her ass, and she lets an "Oh!" and
arches her back.  We kiss uncontrollably as I try to hold on to her as she
rides my shaft.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck," we both say, and she raises up to
masturbate on top of me.  I hold her breast and her shoulder, trying to
stabilize her (at least she is short), as she touches herself, wiggling
back and forth until she comes, looking at me through mostly closed eyes,
digging her nails into my knee as she leans back.  She rolls over, pulling
me on top of her.  I clamber up, and she puts her legs on my shoulders.  I
enter her and arches back and moans.  I kiss her breasts and thrust,
propping myself up so I can see her and lick her all over, while she grabs
my shoulders and lifts her hips up to me and goes "Oh, Oh, OH." Suddenly
she puts her legs down and straightens them.  "Grab me!" she says, and I
reach behind her.  Then she completely loses it and starts to writhe in
orgasm, pulling my face to hers, our open mouths clumsily trying to mingle.
I come too, again, and we hold each other as if we are trying to break each
other.  It feels like it lasts forever, but finally we rest.

   "Oh my god." she says quietly.  We just lay there, me on top, slowly
growing limp inside her.  The room is completely light from the sun.  I
roll off, she rolls on her side away from me, and I spoon up against her,
my hand on her breast.  "I wanted to do this last night," I say.  "I would
have kicked you out," she says.  "I am glad you didn't." "Mmm.  Pull up the
covers." I sit up and start to pull the covers over us.  "They are kind of
a mess." She laughs and rubs my back while I fumble to at least get a
blanket over us.  I wrap them over us, and get back to spoon.  I kiss her
cheeck then her lips.  "Mommas boy" she says as I nestle into her. 
"Nympho" I say as I fondle her belly.  In no time we are asleep.

   We sleep for a few hours, then wake suddenly to hear the phone.  Upon
awaking we sort of stare at teach other quizzically for a moment, and then
I kiss her on the lips.  She takes my face in her hands and kisses me back,
then gets up, naked, and walks to the kitchen to pick up the phone.  I
follow but she is talking already.  "Grandma says hi," she says.  "Say Hi,"
I say.  The surrealness of our nakedness while they chat unnerves me. 
After a while, mom says "I think we might go to the coast.  It has been a
while since I saw the ocean, and we have some catching up to do." With that
she reaches out her hand for me, and I intertwine my fingers with hers; I
lean next to her against the counter while they talk about whatever.  After
a while she says goodbye and puts the phone down.  We stare at each other,
and then burst out laughing.  "Wow," I say, shaking my head.  She looks at
me, and looks heavenward for a moment and shakes her head, too.

   Then she pulls my hand, still intertwined with hers, up to her lips,
staring at me.  I grow erect again, as she kisses my palm, then between my
fingers.  She leans back against the counter, and I envelope her in my arms
and we kiss; my hands explore her breasts, her ass, her thighs.  "Can I try
something?" I ask.  "You can do anything you want to me, I trust you." I
kiss her down the front of her body and get on my knees and start to lick
her cunt.  She straightens up on her toes, gasping a little, and enjoys me
and my tongue.  I start to pant as my tongue explores the folds of her cunt
and the hood of her clit.  I squeeze her breasts as I lick, rocking my hips
back and forth unconsciously in the air, listening as she mutters "Oh ...
oh! ...  oh!..  "

   "Come back up here, baby," she finally says, and we kiss as she caresses
my cock.  t Then she turns around and leans against the coutnter so I can
enter her from behind.  I do, and we fuck slowly and methodically, kissing
and looking at each other sometimes, sometimes just savoring the thrust of
my shaft in her strong wet cunt.  Finally we come together, almost knocking
over the mixing bowls.  While I rest my cheek on her sweaty back, she says,
"Let's take a little vacation."

   We spend the day on the beach, after driving two hours North, finally
finding a small fishing village that had a hotel and a couple of place to
eat.  The fog never lifts, lending a sense of stillness to the almost empty
streets and beaches.  She won't let me grope or kiss her in public at all,
but she will hold my hand as we walk around.  We eat out at a sort of nice
restaurant - I tease her about her salad and pasta, and she laughs at my
double hamburger.  She lets me put my foot against hers under the table. 
We wonder if the forty year old waitress is smiling at us, or smiling at us
knowingly.

   We get to her our hotel room and laugh at the second bed.  "I just
thought it was appropriate," she says.  Once the door is closed, she is in
my arms, her head against my chest.  I stroke her head, and we stand there,
rocking a little back and forth.  "Are you really OK with all this, baby?"
she asks as she looks up at me.  Alone with her, basically in the middle of
nowhere and the ocean fog and the redwoods, I wonder what will happen.  We
now have a secret together, as well as a secret each personally -- can I
live with mine?  I know I am happy to share this secret, and many others,
with her.  I imagine her personal secret, and think, wow, she must be sort
of proud of it -- I am successful because of her, and she is both enough of
a mom to make me who I am and enough of a woman to win me.  I caress her
hair more, and she snuggles against me, no longer needing to look in my
eyes.  I think, well, I will probably succeed in school and career - she
won't let me do anything else, really.  This secret will make it hard in
family and social life, especially because society thinks it is so enormous
and bad, whether it is or not.  I might want to start a family, and I won't
be able to share this with my future wife, probably.  Or maybe not;
searching google about incest taught me there are a lot of non-standard
opinions out there.  And then, perhaps, the world will rebuff me for my
secret, and I will be thrown back into her arms.  And her arms are really
rather nice.

   "Are you OK with it, mom?" I ask.  She looks at me, and smiles.  "Me?"
she laughs "yeah, very much so." she caresses my face with her fingertips.
"I am really, really, really Ok with it." She wraps her arms around me and
squeezes.  "Yeah, really OK with it.  And really sleepy." She yawns, and
tries to cover her mouth, chuckling, then resting her head back against my
chest.  I squeeze her around the shoulders, and she responds around my
waist.

   "Shall we?" I ask.  She nods, and sits on the bed, takes off her shoes,
and starts to undress.  I catch her hand.  "Can I ?" She nods, smiling.  I
sit next to her and she faces me; I lift her sweater above her head, then
her tight chamisole, and then kiss her lightly as I reach to fumble with
her bra.  She turns her back to me so I can see what I am doing, and I
finally get it off.  She stands in front of me while I unbutton her jeans,
pull them down to her ankles.  She steps out of them, giggling.  I run my
hand along the elastic of her black panties and pull them down too.  She is
standing completely naked in front of me; I kiss her breasts and run my
fingertips along the length of her body.  She motions for me to get up.  I
stand in front of her and she unbuttons my shirt, pulls it down off my
arms, and lifts my t-shirt above my head.  She unbuckles my belt and
unbuttons my jeans, and pulls them down for me to step out of.  She pulls
my boxers down, laughing as my hard shaft gets in the way.

   We stand in front of each other for a moment, smilling at each other,
holding hands again.  Then she gets onto the bed, lies on her side, and
reaches to me to pull me next to her.  I lay down, facing her.  She stares
at me, caressing my cheek over and over, smiling.  I push her gently and
she lays on her back; silently I get on top of her as she guides me in
between her legs.  "Not so sleepy anymore?" I ask.  She just smiles.  I
stay there for a moment, just looking at her, smiling at each other, and
then she pulls me down to her by my hips.  "This is what I want," she says
as I push my shaft at the edge of her cunt.  "This is what I want," she
repeats once I am all the way inside, pulling myself even deeper by her
shoulders, feeling like I am finally truly folding back up with where I
should have always been.  We make love for hours, slowly most of the time,
sometimes frantically, sometimes getting out of bed to make love against
the wall or on the floor, sometimes just lying on our sides facing each
other and kissing and giggling like schoolchildren.

   We finally go to sleep, and wake to the maid knocking at our door for
checkout.  "Time for reality again," she says and kisses me briefly,
getting up to wash her face, "hurry!" We pack and leave in fifteen minutes,
drive silently home holding hands.  We listen to messages with my arms
around her, and there is a reminder about a presentation I give tomorrow,
and a friend asking her help with a shift tonight.  "OK?" she asks me,
knowing we can conquer the outside world like always.  "Ok," I answer, and
kiss her on the lips.

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