Gno Mom Conclusion

(This is the follow-up to my previous 750-word story

https://www.literotica.com/s/gno-mom-750-words)

After cumming, my mother and I sat on the sofa, panting and sweaty. Her eyes started to droop, so I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Fortunately, she was a slight little thing, maybe 5-2 or so and slim. Maybe that's why she could never hold her liquor well--not that she let that slow her down. After my dad left, she'd turned into a bit of a slut, out every Friday and Saturday night, and with so many hookups she could have started a railway line.

I had always lusted after her, wishing she would pick me, but I guess in her mind I was still her little boy. Well, after last night, no longer. I had fucked her hard and given her at least three big climaxes, to where she was now little more than a limp rag.

After taking off the covers and laying her naked little body in her bed, I climbed in with her, pulled the bedclothes over us and turned off the light.

The next morning, I woke with her spooned back into me, and my morning wood doing its thing into the crack of her cute little ass, while my hand cupped one of her medium-sized tits. I savored the feeling, not stirring, except for my throbbing steel bar.

Her lower body began moving back into me with a soft moan. I lightly pinched her nipple and she covered my hand with one of hers.

Then she lifted her upper leg and stretched it back over mine, opening up her pussy. "Fuck me again, baby, show me it wasn't a dream," she whispered and pushed back even harder.

I slipped smoothly into her tunnel, apparently still wet from last night, and whispered into her ear, "You are so, so sexy. I want you every morning like this."

"Mmm, yes, baby, do it." She reached down and rubbed her clit as the smell of sex grew in the room. "Am I a bad mommy that I want her son to fuck me like this?"

"Oh no, mommy, you're the hottest MILF in the whole wide universe. Are you going to come for the luckiest son in the world?" My cock slid in and out, making slurping noises.

Her only reply was a series of moans and pants as she moved her body back and forth, in rhythm with my fucking, until I felt her pussy walls contract and convulse. "Aaahhh, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, that is soooo good!"

The feeling of her orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I spurted and spurted into her while squeezing her nipple.

After we recovered our breath, I said, "Wanna shower with me?"

Turning her head around, she giggled. "Think we'll be able to actually get to washing ourselves?"

"Only one way to find out."

As it turned out, our early morning cavorting satisfied ourselves enough to actually get clean and down to the kitchen for breakfast.

Over breakfast, I said, "So... Kelly and Patricia, huh?"

"Yes, but don't go getting any ideas. You're mine. Leave your stuff in your room, but from tonight you're sleeping with me."

"Oh, the sacrifices I have to make." We both laughed.

Getting serious, I asked, "Are you going to stop dating?"

"Why, does that bother you?"

"You have no idea how jealous that makes me."

Her eyebrows rose. "Jealous?"

"Hell, yeah. The hottest woman in the state lives in my house and she's out fucking other men! When I want her like crazy? How could I not be jealous?"

"Oh, honey, I had no idea you felt like that about your old fat mama."

"Stop! Now you're just fishing for compliments."

She giggled. "Will it work?"

"You, young lady, are so hot, a nuclear bomb is like an icicle dropping from the roof!"

"Hmm... he has a silver tongue, too."

"Dying to spend time licking that delicious pussy of yours!"

She rose and headed for the stairs. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I chased her up the stairs to her bed, both laughing like teens. She flopped onto the bed on her back and pulled up her robe, exposing her smooth wetness.

"So," I said after I gave her lower lips a lick. "Did you shave your pussy specially for last night?"

"Patricia and I wax each other every Thursday at the salon after they close."

"Ow, doesn't that hurt?"

"Beauty suffers pain, my son. Do you like it?"

"No... I LOVE it!"

"Do all your girlfriends shave?"

I slid my tongue slowly up her slit before replying, opening her folds and teasing her clit. "I haven't had that many, but you're the first one. I love it. So, you said Patricia is also smooth like you?"

"Not that you'll ever find out, but yeah."

"Why won't I find out?"

"Because after I'm done with you, you won't be able to stand up straight, let alone have your way with anyone else. Now stop talking and lick your horny mother."

Leisurely, I teased her, slowly letting my tongue savor her smooth and drooling nether lips.

Her grunts turned to moans and she pulled my head into her pussy as she humped me. "Now is not the time to tease me, honey. Your mommy wants to cuuuuum! Make me!"

Trying to be a good son, that's what I did, sticking two fingers into her love tunnel and caressing her G-spot.

She bucked and moaned as her vaginal walls clamped my fingers in waves. After coming down from her orgasm, she held out her hands and pulled me up. "Inside, hon, I need you inside. Now!"

My erection slid into her on greased rails, and I began to fuck her like I learned she liked it--hard and deep. It didn't take me long before I reached my pinnacle. The convulsing walls of her next orgasm triggered mine, too.

We came down together, panting and sweating, and fell asleep again, together.

An hour or so later, we awoke from our nap and took another shower. After that, we headed down into the living room with our devices to catch up on what had happened to the world while we were lost from it.

--

After lunch, we went on our weekly shopping excursion to stock up on my mom's planned menu for the week. In the car, I noticed she was a little withdrawn. Was she having second thoughts about our incest, now that her animal urges were satisfied? I was afraid to ask.

We pulled up at the strip mall where our grocery store made its home. "Wanna grab something to eat before we shop?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied. "Don't they say shopping on a full stomach is better, anyway? Been a while since we hit the diner, so I say it's time."

After placing our orders, Mom cleared her throat.

Oh boy I thought, Here it comes.

"How do you feel about what we've done?" she asked.

There it was, no beating about the bush. "I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life," I replied. "I still think you're the hottest woman in town and I'm stoked beyond belief that you consider me worth being intimate with."

Her face lit up with a huge smile in relief. "I'm so glad you feel that way, honey, because even though what we did is wrong, it felt so right."

I reached over the table and took her hand. "I hope you're not going to say we have to stop, Mom, because I would die. I--"

She held up her other hand. "No, no, hon, nothing like that. If that's the way you feel, I want you to do me a whole lot more." Her smile turned wicked as she winked. "You rocked my boat pretty wild and I loved it. But if that's the way we both feel, we need to think a little. We can't let other people know what we're doing."

"Okay," I agreed. "What do you suggest?"

"We'll have to keep seeing other people, and you need to keep all your stuff in your bedroom, even when we sleep together in my bed."

"Makes sense to me. So, are you going to introduce me properly to Patricia?"

She giggled. "You just want to eat another smooth pussy, don't you?"

"And I bet you have a guy lined up for this coming Friday that you're anxious to take for a test run, don't you?"

She blushed and was saved by the food arriving.

As the server left, I said, "You never answered. Will you set me up with Patricia?"

With her mouth full from her first bite, she nodded.

"Hmm," I said, "The meatloaf is good. And I take it you and her are going to wax your pubes Thursday, right? Can I come and watch?"

She choked on her salad. "Are you crazy?"

"What crazy? I already saw yours and it will be only a day before seeing hers."

After a big swig of water to clear her pipes, she scolded me. "Remember what we said? Nobody can know you've seen me or fucked me or anything like that!"

"Oh yeah, that's right. Sorry, I forgot. The chance of seeing two naked pussies being waxed live just fried my mind. You have to forgive my teenage hormone-riddled mind."

We both laughed.

After finishing the meal, we did the shopping and returned home. There, she called Patricia and closed the door.

Afterward, she told me she told her coworker I was growing up, curious about women, and had expressed an interest in older women, as opposed to airheads my age.

Patricia, to her credit, saw where that was headed, took the bait and I was informed I had a date Friday night. Further exploration of our plans indicated I would likely spend the night at Patricia's, giving Mom the freedom to bring her date home with no fear of embarrassment, should things work out for her.

--

Every night that week mom and I slept together, though, both literally and in "that" way. Neither of us could get enough of the other. It was as if we were teenagers custom-made for each other.

Thursday night when she got home, I'd ordered her favorite Chinese. After dinner, I wiggled my eyebrows. "Are you ready for the taste test?"

"What taste test?"

"Me testing to see whether Patricia did her job right."

She jumped up, set her plate on the counter and ran up the stairs. "What are you waiting for, lazy bones?"

It was lovely to savor the smoothness after the raspiness that grew as the days passed. She came at least three times before I slipped inside to give her two more. After our first round, we waited an hour or so and enjoyed seconds. I hoped my two massive orgasms would save me from a one minute eruption the next evening with Patricia.

--

When I rang her doorbell, Patricia opened wearing a diaphanous robe and a wide smile. "Welcome to Chez Patricia," she said, closing the door behind me. We knew each other fairly well from prior dinner parties with Mom, so I went for the gold, pulling her body close to mine and laying a hot kiss on her. Her mouth opened immediately and in less than a minute our tongues got acquainted. My hands slid down her back until they went from feeling wispy fabric to naked flesh. I brought them up to cup her naked ass, lifting the robe.

"Hmm," she moaned, "I like a man who doesn't waste time."

"You look so delicious I can't wait to get the taste of Chez Patricia on my tongue. Where will that tasty morsel be served?"

She turned and headed down the hallway. "Follow me, stud."

It's amazing how women are the same down there, but also different--unique, actually. Even though Patricia was skinny, with smaller tits, her pussy was fuller, making it appear like a simple puffy slit, almost like a little girl's.

We spent a long time kissing, letting our tongues get fully acquainted, while my hand caressed her slim body. Her nipples were harder than my mom's. I didn't think that was possible, but they were so hard there was almost no budge when I tweaked or sucked them. Her moans grew louder and her whole body began moving with desire.

I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy before rubbing it. When my finger touched her slit, she was so wet it slid between her labia immediately with no resistance.

She opened her legs wider, making it easier for me to slide my fingers up, opening her folds. I was grateful for the experience my mom gave me, because I could tell Patricia was getting revved up pretty quickly.

"I want to taste that lovely smooth pussy of yours," I said and slid down. She opened her legs wide to welcome me in. Her puffy labia parted, exposing her darker inner lips and the few drops of her dew that had formed. Slowly, I slid my tongue up her slit, opening her folds fully.

Her moans immediately escalated as she pushed her treasure into my mouth by grabbing my head and pulling. Her clit was much smaller than my mom's and I almost missed it. But when my tongue connected, she wailed and came immediately. I sank two fingers into her fat wet lips and played around inside. Her body moved in a strong fucking motion, like she was fucking my fingers. Her breathing became labored and she kept moaning and shouting, "Fuck me, fuck me."

Maybe she hadn't gotten as lucky as my mom, or she was just innately higher sexed, but she came three more times, one more on her clit and twice from her G-spot. She finally sank back, panting. "Really, Gunnar, fuck me know. I need you inside me."

I slid up, spending some time on her nipples, until I felt my hardon at her opening.

She slid my up and down her slit to spread her natural juices, then place me at her opening. "Now, bud, now. Do me like you want me."

The feeling as my cock sank into her fat, wet pussy almost made me come, it was so delicious.

Where my mother had a closeness, Patricia's pussy was fatter and slicker. I literally slid in all the way home on my first push, with zero resistance.

We fucked for a few minutes, but apparently it wasn't what she liked. She rolled us over without me slipping out, then she began. This was a woman who like fucking and knew how she wanted it. She literally rode me like a cowboy--hard and fast, with a mix of motions. Up, down, sideways, in circles. In hindsight, I suspect she wasn't as tight as my mother, and she needed the variety of motions to enhance the contact between my dick and the walls of her pussy. Or maybe she was stretch for monster dudes, I didn't care. I was being fucked like a train and I loved every second of it. I reached up and pinched her rock hard nipples, which apparently exactly what she waited for, because she came immediately. After a little pause, she resumed and when I did the pinch nipple thing, she came again.

I looked down and the sight of her smoothly shaven pussy working me over turned me on to an ever higher level. When her muscles started clamping around me again, that pushed me over and filled her spasming cavern with my essence. "Ahh," she grunted, "I can feel you cumming. Go for it, baby, fill me up. Yes, yes," and she came again, right on the heels of her previous orgasm.

As the aftershocks faded, she lay flat on my chest. "Gunnar, your mom said you needed some coaching. I'm not going to tell her, but you can give classes--you don't need any coaching at all. Where have you learned to do it so well?"

I gave her a slow, chaste kiss and said, "Ma'am, you should know, a gentleman never tells."

"Ha ha," she said, "Gentleman, my ass, you're a fucking stud. Your mom said she wants to find you another older woman, but no fucking way am I sharing you with anyone else!"

"Oh, I think most of the credit goes to you. Despite what you might think, I have very little experience--it's probably youthful enthusiasm more than anything else. Being with you was a fantastic experience, trust me. I don't think I have anything left in my tank after this."

Epilogue

Despite her protestations, Patricia, like my mother, wanted to enjoy their weekend hookups, so in no time I was introduced to our neighbor, Kelly, who was quite content with her single status, and very willing to edutain (educate and entertain) me every weekend.

In time, with my experience, I found myself less intimidated by the girls at school and college, that it wasn't long before I had a steady supply of pussy. In my senior year, Marion and I found ourselves preferring each other, which in turn led to moving in together. After graduation, we found jobs in the nearby big city, got married and lived happily ever after.