If you haven't read the previous Chapters, the author suggests you take a moment to go back and read them to understand how Joey and his Mom got to this point. All participants in this story are over 21 years of age.
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I let Mom run her bath before I got in the shower. If she was going to shave her pussy for me, it seemed only right that I let her have the bulk of the hot water. When I heard her turn off the water, I fired up the shower. It was almost immediately hot, Mom having gotten the hot water circulating in the pipes.
As I soaped up, my mind started replaying the events of the past few weeks, especially the last 24 hours or so. At this time the day before Mom and I were still just Mother and Son. We had been playing a dangerous game with all the cuddling and hugging, and especially with the few short dry humps we allowed ourselves but somehow were able to ignore. I guess they're right; denial is more than a river in Egypt.
But in the past 24 hours we had gone on a date, fucked three times, and had fiddled with each other all the way through two football games. And in the last 3 hours, Mom had given me the two best blowjobs of my life.
And the thing that struck me was that it didn't feel wrong, or evil, or corrupt. I've loved my mother all my life She's still young, she's beautiful, she's really everything I've ever wanted in a woman. The sex with her is in a class by itself. It's not only the best sex I've ever had, but the fact that it's with someone that I love very deeply just makes it not only the best sex I've ever had, but better than I've ever been able to imagine.
Yes, there was a small voice in the background telling me it was wrong, but the louder voice drowned it out, telling me not to worry and to just follow this wherever it led. It was more than my little head overruling my big head. It just felt right.
As I toweled off, I consciously acknowledged that I was okay with what was going on and that I trusted myself, Mom, and the strength of our love for each other to guide us in the right direction.
Mom was still in her bath when I got out so I went into my room and without dressing, laid down on my bed and flipped open my laptop. I browsed through a few of my key websites for scores and news, checked my email and poked around on Instagram for a while. I started thinking about what I should do with my apartment in Houston. I had left on a moments' notice and I'm sure I had mail stacking up. I needed to get there soon to either resume my life or to pack it up and move back to Denver.
As I was mulling this thought over, I heard Mom get out of the bath and listened to her humming as she went through her post-bath routine of skin creams, body lotions, and whatever it is that women do. I heard the bathroom door close and after about ten minutes she called my name.
I closed my laptop and without bothering to dress walked into her bedroom. It was lit only by candles and the bed covers were pulled all the way off and lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. In the center, on only a sheet was Mom, her hair splayed on the pillows, naked, as beautiful as any woman I've ever seen.
She lay with her arms at her sides, away from her body. Her body seemed to have a radiant glow in the flickering candlelight. Thinking about our earlier conversation I looked down at her little peach to see if she had shaved it. Her legs were closed, though, and all I could see in the candlelight was that she had trimmed the bushy top part and all that remained was a landing strip of short, tight, ash-blonde curls.
"Come here Sweetheart," she said, beckoning me with one hand. "Lay down here with me." I climbed onto the bed, my cock beginning to stiffen. I kissed her left breast gently, took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. "Mmmmm," she purred. She smelled like lilacs, or maybe they were magnolias, but whatever the aroma was, it smelled like flowers and mixed perfectly with her personal scent.
After five minutes or so of relishing my kissing and licking her nipples, she took my head between her hands and directed my face up to hers. We kissed deeply, our tongues hungry for each other, dancing with the other. I tasted the mint in her mouth from the toothpaste and mouthwash she had just used.
We kissed for another five minutes or so, then she whispered, "I'm ready for you, baby," and placed one hand on top of each of my shoulders. With a gentle nudge, she let me know what she wanted. She wanted me to go down on her. She wanted me to lower my body and my head and my face until my mouth was right there at my own mother's pussy.
She pushed me down with a smidge more force, and I started kissing my way, crossing the divide of her breasts, down her stomach, stopping at her belly button to briefly tongue and kiss it, then down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair riding atop her pubic bone. As I got closer she slowly spread her legs, inching them apart, opening up like a flower for me. I kissed the small patch of hair as I watched her legs spread wider and wider, inviting me in.
I moved between her open legs and positioned my face right in front of her freshly shaved vulva. I breathed in deeply, admiring the pure beauty of the smooth, puffy skin surrounding her vagina, the neatly folded lips of her smaller labia, and the drop of moisture that I could see forming at her opening in the dim candlelight. Again I smelled the hint of flowers, and here it was mixed with her woman smell, the sweet scent of flowers blending perfectly with the pungent smell of her sex.
I lightly put the tip of my index finger on the small drop of moisture beginning to leak from her, spreading it up. I felt its thick viscosity, the wonderful slickness of it. I removed my hand and kissed the very top of the inside of her left thigh, just below where her leg met her freshly-shaved vulva. Then I lightly kissed the same spot on her right thigh, and let the tip of my tongue trace up the line where her hip met her tummy.
"Mmmmmmm," I heard her moan quietly.
"I love you, Mom," I answered.
Her only reply was another soft moan as I gently kissed the glossy outer lips of her pussy. Being careful not to get too close to her inner lips or clitoris, I kissed the puffy outer lips of her smooth, hairless cunt, then gave long licks up each in turn. I sucked first the smooth right side into my mouth, then the left, still being careful to avoid her most sensitive parts. My tongue slowly traced over her shaved mons, deliberately coming excruciatingly close to her clit, but not quite tracing a path over it. Mom raised her knees slightly in anticipation and her legs fell apart even wider.
Inspecting the folds of her inner lips, I could see that more moisture was forming there. Again with my index finger, I spread her love juice around her shaved vulva as if I was shining it, then licked it off, tasting my mother's creamy treat for the first time. She tasted sweet and salty, with just a trace of what could have been cider vinegar. To me it tasted perfect, and I wanted more.
I took one long lick up the entire length of her slit, stopping just short of her still-hooded clitoris. Her juice was thick and beginning to flow copiously from her opening flower. I took another long, slow lap from bottom to top and felt Mom's hips rise off the bed just a bit to meet my tongue.
"Oh," she exhaled when I let my tongue trace slowly over her clit.
"You taste so good Mom," I said after taking another long slow lick, this time letting my tongue invade her just for a moment as I passed by her vacant tunnel.
"Oh my god, Joey," she said softly and I again ran my tongue slowly up her open gash. I put the tip of my tongue inside her and swirled it slowly around, creating firm pressure in a slow circle around her opening. She groaned again, letting me know she liked it.
