"Why don't we get under the covers, nice and cozy."
Eddie certainly had no objection. It looked like this was going to be a fun night.
"Mom, you don't have to do this."
"I'll tell you what you told me. Not because I have to, but because I want to."
"We do need to be clear about certain things. We can not have intercourse. That is an absolute. But there are other things I can do for you. Do you agree?"
Her fingers felt very good on his cock.
"Yes mom, I agree."
"Maybe we should have a mother-son talk, to be really clear."
At this point she began fiddling with his cock. Not playing with it as if there were a purpose, but absent mindedly fiddling with it, like someone doodling, or twirling a lock of hair on their finger. A finger may stroke it, or the back of her fingers may run across it, she may pull lightly on the foreskin, or her hand may go down to his balls. When some women had handled his balls, they had squeezed them as if checking a tomato for ripeness, not good. But she was tender, gentle...motherly, very good. The effect of this was that it kept his cock interested, very chubby, but not hard. Whether intentional or not, be did not know.
"I have been missing male companionship, and for you, female. I was not really aware until you moved back in. So we have a temporary situation here, where we can help each other out. Intercourse is not going to happen, not up for discussion. But, like I said, there are other things we can do for each other. So, let's have some fun tonight, if everything goes well, maybe in a month or so we can do it again, or not. You okay with all of that?"
"Sure mom. Temporary. No intercourse, do other stuff instead. Sounds like a plan."
She was being completely reasonable about this. Of course he was not expecting intercourse. And yes, it did seem like a temporary solution to a problem.
Eddie forgot one important thing. Good pussy is addictive. And his mother was good pussy, fine pussy.
Any pussy is good once. But by pussy we can mean more than the snatch between a woman's legs, we can mean all of the sexual nature of a woman. In this respect, a woman can provide you good pussy even when she is having her monthly, or nine months pregnant. There are many ways this can be done, the most obvious being hand jobs and blow jobs. With bad pussy, once is enough, you want to move on.
The same is true for cock. Any cock is good once, but good cock, the full sexual nature of a man that is pleasing to women, a woman just can not get too much. So, cock in this respect is more than just that hunk of meat between a man's legs, it is total sexual nature.
Some people do not realize that what makes a cock good, is the pussy it is with, and what makes a pussy good, is the cock it is with. When they are properly paired, there is a beautiful, wonderful, symbiotic relationship. When they are mismatched, the relationship is parasitic, and one or the other dies, figuratively speaking.
Dorothy was good pussy in her own right. She may have had a cunt, but she was no cunt.
Eddie was a good cock in his own right. He may have had a dick, but he was no dick.
When the two paired together, well, as they say, a match made in heaven. Together they were much greater, much better, than either one separate.
Dorothy loved the feel of Eddie's prick. When her hand was on it she felt better, secure, fulfilled, at peace. She was looking forward to the feel of it on her lips, and in her mouth. It was like it belonged there. His cum would be icing on the cake. Whether on her hands, on her tits, or in her mouth, she would enjoy it, she knew it would add to her experience. For some women it is a mess, a nuisance, something to to be done with. Not Dorothy, especially not when Eddie was involved.
She received so much pleasure from Eddie's maleness, having his cock in her pussy was not an imperative, for her.
Eddie loved the sight of his mother's pussy, and tits. Men are more visually oriented sexually compared to women. Seeing her nude gave him much of the same security she received from feeling his prick. She enjoyed being available for him to see her nude. She did not feel like she was 'on display', as some women would. She was not self conscious of her age, her sagging, her wrinkles, her cellulite, because she knew with Eddie those things were not an issue.
Of course the feel of her tits and pussy was so much better. Even if she were fully dressed, playing with her tits was enjoyable, rewarding. If they were alone, she was very receptive. If they were it in public, like at the grocery store, if he were careful, she would let him cop a feel, cup one of her fine tits in his hand and rub it. He would stand beside her and rub his hard cock on her hip, and she was flattered. If they were far from home, where no one knew them, he could be even bolder. If she was nude or semi nude, it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her. She knew this, appreciated it, not irritated like some pussy would be.
And the taste of her, ambrosia, sweet nectar of the gods. The feel of her nipple on his tongue, her breast filling his mouth, her pubic hair in his nostrils as he lapped her slit, more than a grown man had a right to expect. The slightly salty taste of fresh perspiration, sweeter than honey. He would take it from any part of her body, glady, and she would share it, glady. He would lick her ass cheeks, dimpled with cellulite, into the crack of her ass, down the inside of her thighs, and up into her honey pot.
If there were any trouble in paradise, it was that he wanted to feel his hard cock in her pussy, up her vagina, to shoot jism in that canal that gave birth to him. She wanted this too, a little, but he wanted it much more.
All of these thing were unknown to him this first time they were in bed, under the covers, together. So some things that he agreed to, that seemed very reasonable, seemed less reasonable, after he was addicted to this fine pussy, that just coincidentally was his mother. He did not have that intention when he moved in with her. He had no regrets, with the way things turned out, be sure of that. He would not undo any of it, if he had it all to do over.
At one point he convinced himself that if he were not so good with his mouth and tongue, if he held back a little, his mother might crave intercourse as much as he did. But, as soon as she spread her legs for him, gave him that 'come and get it' look, and he put his face in her love patch, he was gone, in the zone. As soon as he got the taste, there was no holding back, he gave it his all. Once he thought if he could sneak up on it, he could maintain control. So one night he did a little muff diving. He waited until he was sure she was asleep, then went under the covers, and buried his face between her legs. He was well under way before she stirred, waking up. By that time he was gone, one with the pussy.
His friend, and spiritual counselor Montana, told him his problems were rooted in his false sense of ego. He recommended a weekend retreat with the Three M Group, Margie, Montana, and Margo. Eventually he and Dorothy did just that. It was planned for the five of them, sharing the spiritual sacraments of fellatio, cunnilingus, and copulation, in many combinations.
Margie's younger son Bobby ask if he could attend. It was explained that Eddie had been without copulation for a long time and would benefit from having two fine women to himself, with welcoming pussies. Bobby pointed out that surely Dorothy had gone just as long, and would receive just as much benefit from two fine cocks. They all agreed to the wisdom of this, and Bobby was invited as well. Dorothy enjoyed the three-some copulation with Montana and Bobby, as well as individually. Eddie enjoyed the same with both Margie and Margo. It was a very productive weekend, one that would be repeated many times.
Critics would say it was not a love fest, but a perverted lust fest, but then they were always critical of Montana's techniques.
So during their mother-son chat Eddie agreed to certain things without understanding the full consequences. You could say he was under duress, as he was anticipating his first cock sucking from his mother. Honestly, he would have agreed to anything. We should not blame Dorothy, as she was being as fair and honest as possible.
She sealed their bargain with a kiss. As she started kissing, and their tongues found each other, he thought that she was a wonderful kisser. It was of course new, refreshing, exciting, partly the sweetness of forbidden fruit. Some women, like his first wife, did not enjoy French kissing. Some, had technique that may have been great for others, but not for him. Really only a minority enjoyed it and had technique that he found very compatible. He wondered if kissing technique were genetic, like enjoying the flavor of broccoli. Because their technique was so compatible, it was like they had been kissing forever, and not new to each other.
What could have been two or three kisses was only one, long kiss. As it developed her hand caresses on his cock took on more stimulating movements, bringing it to full erection. Through the kissing she spoke.
"I've been thinking about sucking you, even before you did that for me."
Eddie was at a loss for words.
"I was going to wait for morning, but I changed my mind."
He was still worried about saying the wrong thing.
