Gas Grass Or Ass 5

I reached over to my nightstand and picked up the ringing phone. It was 3:00 am and my mom's cell phone number was on the caller id. "Fuck me," I groaned as I hit the answer button.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Hey, baby!" she was obviously very drunk, "Can you come get me?"

Half asleep, I answered, "What? Where are you?"

"I'm at Sidekicks. I'm kinda drunk and I don't have cab fare," she giggled, "Please, honey? Can you come and get me?"

I was pretty sure she knew how to use Uber but I was awake enough to know saying it was a bad idea. I pinched my nose, "Yeah, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

"Yay!" she squealed. I pulled the phone away from my ear until she quieted down, "You're the best son, ever."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "I'll be right there." I hit the end button. I thumbed open my car app, punched in the remote start command, and tossed my phone to the side. I picked up yesterday's clothes off the floor and five minutes later I was grabbing my keys on the way out the door.

The car was running but it was still chilly. The cold helped me wake up, at least. I popped a couple of breath mints and put the car in gear. I knew that the parking spot was going to be gone when I got back. Street parking was at a premium this late at night. To say I was annoyed was an understatement.

The bar was a neighborhood hang out a few minutes away from my apartment. My friends and I were regulars. In fact, I would have been there tonight if everyone hadn't come down with a case of "better things to do". I wondered why mom was even there. She wasn't exactly a party animal or even much of a drinker. She was much more likely to be at a coffee shop than a bar.

Mom and one of the waitresses, Misty, were standing outside when I pulled up and got out to open the passenger side. "Hey Tom," Misty said. She was a cute blonde with a lean dancer's body and a girlfriend that could kick the ever loving shit out me if I got out of line.

"Hi, Misty. I hope my mom wasn't too much of a bother," I said as mom walked over to me in her high heels.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a big hug. Her heels brought her up to about my chin. "My hero!" she said, stretching up to give me a peck on the cheek. I could smell the rum on her breath.

Misty smiled, "Of course not. I was just keeping her company while she waited," Misty said as she took another drag from her cigarette. "Ellie should be here in a couple of minutes. Good night, Liz. It was fun catching up," she said.

My mom turned to the waitress, "Definitely! I won't wait so long to come back." I helped her into the car and closed it.

Misty smiled, "Drive safe."

"Thanks again. I'll see you later," I climbed into the driver's seat and looked at mom while I put on my seatbelt. The leather coat she wore went about halfway down her thighs. It was buttoned up but a tight dark skirt extended down to her knees. Her legs were clad in dark stockings and she was wearing black heels. My gaze must have lingered. When my eyes traveled up she was staring at me with a big smile on her face. Her long, curly brown hair was streaked with gray and framed her face perfectly. She was made up and it occurred to me, not for the first time, that my mom was a very striking woman.

Her smile broadened and she squinted her eyes a little bit, "Thank you for coming to get me, honey."

"Of course, mom," I replied. "Are you ok?" I pulled out into the street and headed toward her condo. Normally it would take about twenty minutes to get to her place but with no traffic in the middle of the night, we'd be there in fifteen.

"I'm feeling no pain," she said in an almost sing-song voice. "My date turned out to be a dud. He left early but I made a bunch of new friends. They made sure your old mom was well lubricated all night." She giggled again and stretched out in the seat, pointing her toes down and putting her hands behind the seat rest. There was always something kittenish in the way she moved that made me think inappropriate thoughts. The coat didn't show much of her curves but my mind filled in the blanks of her mature body. She was chubby but had curves in all the right places.

"Big stretch", I said.

I could hear her eyes rolling along with the derisive snort. She always said that to her cat, Scamp, when he stretched like that.

We were stopped at a light and I looked over. She was staring back at me again. There was something going on but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Tell me about this date. Who is he? Where'd you meet him?" I wasn't really interested but the silence was awkward and I felt I needed to fill up the empty space.

"Nobody to speak of. There wasn't any chemistry and I was glad when he made an excuse about getting up early," she replied, "He just wasn't the right guy for me." She put her hand on my arm. "Your father left some big shoes to fill."

The light turned green and I hit the gas, "I'm sure you will, Mom. You're too pretty to be alone."

She laughed, "You really think your old mom is pretty?" Her hand rubbed up and down my forearm that made me tingle. "Whoever I end up with will have to have a sweeter tongue than you."

"You raised me to tell the truth," I glanced over and shot her a quick wink.

She sighed and shifted a bit, "You're a good boy, Tommy."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. She hadn't called me Tommy since I was in grade school. I smiled at her, "And you're the best mom."

She settled more into the passenger seat and the car was silent. We were only a few more blocks from her place when she giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Just thinking of something your uncle used to say," she said. I glanced over again and her eyes were full of mirth.

Mom's brother, Nick, was the asshole of the family. I remember him being loud, crass, and always saying the worst kinds of things. I couldn't remember what he said that was even remotely funny. Last I heard, he and some of his asshole friends moved to the Pacific Northwest to start some kind of prepper commune.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Gas, grass, or ass. Nobody rides for free," she said with more giggling. Her fingers squeezed my arm.

I shook my head, "Sounds like something he would say. What an asshole," I said.

"He's definitely an asshole but he had some admirable qualities," she replied.

"I can't think of one," I replied.

"He stood by his convictions," she said.

I shrugged, "With convictions like his..." I didn't finish the sentence.

We pulled up to the building entrance when she pulled on my jacket sleeve, "Go to the garage and come up to have a nightcap with me."

"I shouldn't. It's already late and I'll probably have to park blocks away from my place," I said.

"All the more reason for you to just put your car in the garage and stay here tonight," she replied. She had turned toward me and gave me an adorable, almost pleading look. It was the one she put on when she needed me to do something that she knew I really didn't want to do. "Besides, I still need to pay you back for the ride." She pulled the handle and opened the car door.

I sighed, "You don't have to pay me, mom. It didn't cost that much in gas."

As she climbed out of the car, she said "Maybe I wasn't talking about gas money." She closed shut the car door and started walking toward her building's lobby entrance.

I watched as her hips swayed and her heels beat a staccato rhythm on the concrete. I was thinking that I don't even smoke weed when it hit me. "There's no way that's what she meant," I thought before chastising myself for even entertaining the thought.

Leaving out the perverted thought, she had a point. It was going to take forever to get back to bed if I went home. I might as well stay over in her guest room. I put the car back in gear and drove around to the row of garages.

One of the doors to her two stall garage was open and empty. I pulled in and shut everything off. A couple of minutes later, I was at the rear door to her condo complex, punching in the entrance code. I walked up to the elevator, hit the up button, and waited for the elevator. Stepping off on the third floor, I took a left and walked down the hall to her door. In spite of trying to convince myself otherwise, I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation when I tried the knob and it was unlocked. I slipped inside and locked the door behind me.

My brain was at war with my hormones. I was in the middle of one of the longest dry spells since I started having sex. I was what Misty would call "touch starved". Rationally, I knew there was no way my mom meant that. It had to be my sleep deprived imagination colluding with my hormones. It's not like I hadn't thought about it before. She was a fixture in my spank bank inventory but I would never have believed it would ever be anything but a secret fantasy.

Since my mom and dad split all those years ago, she had blossomed into an attractive, dynamic woman. She was thick but active and always wore clothes that showed off her body. Not provocative clothes, but clothes she said made her feel good about herself. She kept herself well groomed. Misty would describe her as self-actualized. The makeup, the clothes, her grooming. All of it was what she wanted for herself and not for someone else.

Everything was tastefully arranged in the two bedroom condo. The only thing out of place were the heels she kicked off when she came inside. I heard her call out from the direction of the bedrooms, "I'll be out in a minute, honey. Pour us a couple of glasses of wine."

I went over to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses and pulled a bottle from her little wine fridge. I poured two glasses and sat down on the couch. A minute or so later, she emerged from the hallway. My heart skipped like a scratched record when I saw her. She was wearing a short, silky red robe that was tied loosely. It didn't show her large breasts but it was open enough that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem was low enough to cover her ass but just barely. Before I could stop it, I wondered if she was wearing panties.

She sat on the couch gracefully, pulling her legs up underneath her as she turned to face me. The robe and the sensual way she moved had me primed. My dick was growing and my hormones were altering my perception. Every move she made was now unbearably sexy. I tried to rein in my thoughts but I already knew it was going to be a losing battle. I pulled one leg up and turned to face her, "I didn't know you were dating." It was the only thing I could say that wasn't perverted.

"It's been a while since Dan and I split," she said. As she spoke, she leaned over to pick up her wine glass from the coffee table. My eyes widened and I was able to stop a gasp just in time. When she bent over, her robe opened up and showed me the inner curve of her soft breasts as they hung down. "Every once in a while I get horny and figure I'll try again."

My face must have been something to see because she laughed, "Poker is clearly not your calling," she said, "You don't have the face for it."

She had caught me staring. I tried to formulate a comeback but I no words was longer good. I stammered a reply that even I didn't understand.

The couch wasn't very large, more of a loveseat. She didn't have to reach far to put her hand on my leg, "It's ok, honey. Mommy is just teasing."

I managed a weak laugh. "She certainly is," I thought to myself. I was slowly regaining my composure. "We all have needs, I suppose," I said. I knew it was lame as I was saying it.

"Unfortunately. I haven't had much luck with the dating pool here. There doesn't seem to be anyone that could meet my standards," she said.

I felt an unexpected wave of relief. I realized that I was jealous. The idea of her being with some loser, middle-aged man was kind of upsetting. Maybe the wine was already affecting me. I joked, "Like my friend, Keith, says, if you can't get laid, lower your standards."

She waved that away, "Fuck that. I could have rutted with a half dozen men tonight. None of them deserved to be with me." She took another sip of wine, "What about you? I honestly thought I would have seen you at the bar tonight."

"Everybody bailed and I didn't feel like going alone. If I knew you were going to be there, I might have shown up," I said.

She tipped the glass to her lips and took a somewhat larger sip of the red liquid, "I was kind of hoping you would," she said, "It's why I chose to meet whatshisname there."

"In case I needed to run him off?" I asked.

She shook her head, making her curls swing around. "Oh, no. If I'm being completely honest, I knew it wasn't going to work out before we even met. I was much more interested in hanging out and getting tipsy with you," she said. There was vulnerability in her eyes and voice that made my throat catch.

"I would have liked to hang out and drink with you too," I replied. I reached out and put my hand on her cheek. She leaned against it and closed her eyes. "Next time you want to go to the bar, just give me a call."

I felt her hot breath on my wrist as she sighed, "That would be nice. Maybe not that bar, though." She put her hand on mine and leaned forward a little bit.

"Did you have anywhere in mind?" I asked. The contact with her face had become intensely intimate as I leaned forward.

"One where no one knows we're mother and son," she said. The contact was as electric as it was sudden. I was kissing my mom in a very non-familial way.

Our mouths were closed when our lips met but we quickly opened our mouths. I pulled her upper lip into my mouth as she did the same with my lower lip. My other hand came up and cupped her other cheek. I could taste the wine on her lips and her breath was intoxicating. I was falling deeper into the sensation. With a start, pulled back. "I'm sorry, mom. You've been drinking and I shouldn't take advantage of that."

Emotions played across her face. Shock, embarrassment, and then a gentle smile as my words registered, "I'm fine, honey. I'm a little tipsy but not impaired." Her tone made it clear that she was in her right mind. She pulled forward even more and looked into my eyes, "I want this, Tom. I've wanted this for a long time." She closed the gap and we were kissing again.

My hormones definitively won the fight with my rationality and I accepted what was happening. I wanted this just as much as she did. I pressed into her harder, deepening the kiss. She gave as good as she got, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her hands went around my neck and she hugged herself against me. My arms went around her waist in response and I pulled her into me.

As pleasant as this was, my hormones were demanding more. I stood up, pulling her up with me, our lips never parting. We stood there, pushing our bodies against each other as we kissed passionately. I pressed my hardness against her stomach and she accepted it, groaning at the pressure. That's when she pulled her mouth away from mine, "Take mommy to bed."

I grabbed her wrist and led her to her bedroom. As we passed the threshold, I pulled on her and nearly shoved her toward the king sized bed. She turned at the last moment and faced me as her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell over. That's when I noticed that her robe had fully opened and I confirmed my thought from earlier. My mom was laying on the bed, her breasts and pussy on display.

I pulled off my shirt as I approached the bed and got on my knees in front of her. I could feel her hands in my hair as I lifted her legs and braced them with my arms, opening her up to my hungry gaze. There was no hair on or around her pussy lips, the skin smooth and wet with her juices. I dove in and drew my tongue from the bottom of her labia up to her clit.

Mom shuddered and I felt her hands on my head, grabbing two handfuls of my hair and pulling me into her. I kissed the swollen nub, brushing the tip of my tongue against it before swirling around it. This elicited an incoherent scream as she tightened her grip on my hair and pushed her pelvis against me. I wrapped my arms around her upper legs and pulled her even closer.

I shifted my head and I drew my tongue along her pussy lips. When I got to her opening, I pressed my tongue into her, tasting her wetness as it flowed from her. I alternated back and forth between her clit and labia. I wanted to draw this out. Not only was I thoroughly enjoying myself but I was trying to hold her on the edge of release so when I finally brought her to orgasm it would be unforgettably intense.

Her voice rang out, "Please, baby. Make mommy cum with your tongue. Be a good boy for mommy!" Her fingers released my hair and she pulled her thighs tight against my ears. "Please!"

I unwound an arm from her legs and pushed a finger into her as I attacked her clit. My tongue flicked back and forth and all around as I pushed my finger in and out. My mom's reaction was immediate and intense. Her back arched and pulled her pussy away, taking my mouth and finger along with it. She howled, "Fuck! Coming! That's it! Oh God!" It was loud enough that I was afraid her neighbors might hear. Mom was a screamer.

My mouth rode her through the orgasm, continuing to stimulate her as her body went into paroxysms. I don't know how long I was able to keep her rolling but eventually she relaxed, shuddering with less frequency. Finally the tremors subsided and she tapped my head, "Enough, baby. That's enough for now."

I pulled back, my face drenched in my mom's pussy juice. I licked my lips as I stood up. She laid on the bed, her hands tangled in her own hair and her eyes closed. An enormous smile was on her face as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her orgasm may have subsided but she clearly had not come down from the high.

I stood back a step and finished undressing. This was the moment I always wanted but never dared hope would pass. My rock hard cock sprung up against my lower stomach with desire. I reached out and pressed my palms into her upper legs. I luxuriated in the feel of her skin as I dragged my palms down to her ankles. I took them in my hands pulling them up and out until she was splayed in front of me. When I let go, she kept them in place.

I leaned forward and pressed my body into hers, rubbing the underside of my cock against her slick folds. Mom groaned again. Her eyes were still closed but her body was responding. She ground her cunt against me, rubbing up and down. I reached up and cupped her naked breasts. Playing with one nipple, I kissed the other. Another groan left my mom's mouth as I started sucking. I worshiped her tits with my hand and tongue until she squirmed.

"I'm ready, honey. Please fuck mommy," came from her lips. I looked up and into her eyes. The look of hunger was overwhelming. I reached between us and positioned myself at her opening.

"Are you sure, mom? Do you really want your son's cock inside you?" I asked.

"Yes, baby. Please put your beautiful cock inside me," she begged.

I pushed forward slowly, savoring the feeling as the head of my cock entered the hole it had come out of 25 years ago. She was wet enough that I could have pushed all the way to the hilt quickly but I wanted to savor it. I wanted to burn the sensation of her surrounding me into my memory. Mom reached out and put her hands on my hips. She bucked herself up attempting to pull me in further. I resisted and took my time.

I finally felt my hips press against her. I was now all the way inside of my mother. Mom was squirming underneath me, murmuring "Please" over and over. I took a moment to get used to her before pulling back nearly as slowly as I entered her. When I could feel my head nearly come out, I slammed forward and penetrated her until our hips met with a slap. Mom screamed incoherently again.

I held my mom's legs apart and started fucking her with abandon. I was no longer in control and I didn't want to be. I wanted to fuck the woman underneath me until I shot my load into her. I released her legs and leaned forward farther. I looked into my mother's face, our eyes locked as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me into her. She put her arms up and wrapped her arms around my neck.