The next morning I woke up, still a little tired. I had had a dreamless sleep, waking up on my back, one hand sliding down to my half-hard cock, the other hand reaching out to mom but encountering cool sheets instead. I opened my eyes, blinking back the morning sun and lay back, listening, until I heard her downstairs in the kitchen. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Badly needing to pee I shot into the middle of the bowl, my feeling of relief expanding as my swollen bladder emptied.. At the sink I splashed some water on my face, then settled down to wash up and brush my teeth. I looked down at my cock, still a little thick. Feeling desire stirring again, wondering where mom was, I walked back to the bedroom. She had just entered, nude like me, carrying a coffee tray with the cup and saucer and cream and sugar, just like I had made for her yesterday. One cup was poured and waiting.
"Hi, honey...you slept like a log. I brought you some coffee." She set the tray on the night stand and lay down on the bed, on her side, head resting on her hand, her luscious 34D's nestling against her chest.
She patted the sheet, an expectant smile on her face. "Come tell me about last night."
I lay down, kicking the top sheet completely off the bed and turned to her, to those glorious knockers, the swell of her hips and the dark triangle between. I felt a stab of desire for her right then and moved into her, kissing her mouth with her soft open lips and full tits against my chest, my cock now hard against her belly.
"Morning, beautiful," I ran my hand down her side to her bottom and around to her thighs and pussy. She shifted a little and opened her legs so I could cup it.
"Don't you want your coffee?" she asked. "It'll get cold. I've been watching you sleep but now I want you awake. I want to hear about last night."
"Hold on," and I rolled over to get the cup, bringing it to my mouth, sipping. Her hand found my cock and balls, cradling, stroking watching me drink. A few sips more and I set the cup down and turned to her. "It was wonderful," I said, my mind going back to Jane's...
Mom shifted some more, getting more comfortable. "Tell me all about it...details, please...I want to hear everything."
I told her about going over to Jane's condo, seeing her in her shorts and shirt and bandanna, helping her with her shelves, sharing a beer, and her wanting to change out of the bra that was so uncomfortable and then coming out of her bedroom with her fresh blouse and her breasts moving freely underneath. Mom moved closer to me, her hand still on my package, stroking it lightly, the same quiet smile on her face as she listened.
I told her about the hamburgers on the patio, and Jane on the chaise next to mine when she turned toward me, her breast trying to get out of her half-unbuttoned blouse. "That looked so good...I wanted to reach out and touch it."
"She would have let you."
"I was too scared to try." I leaned closer to mom and licked her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, the little rubbery nub getting longer and harder, my tongue circling it. "Mmm, that feels good, honey," she said, shifting so she could push it more directly into my mouth, but she was not to be distracted. "Then what."
I told her we had been talking about her loneliness and her unwillingness to go out with guys she knew just wanted to go to bed with her, my saying she would meet someone soon and putting my hand on that creamy thigh I had been staring at when I wasn't staring at her boobs, and her asking me if I would like to see them, her breasts, since I had been staring at them since I'd got there.
Mom nodded. She liked that. "She wanted to speed things up. She was taking charge. That was nice of her. She knew she had to give you permission..." Mom was stroking my cock which by now was achingly hard. I pulled her to me, rolling on top of her, her legs opening, feeling the dampness of her pussy on my cock head.
"So what happened next?" She shifted under me, opening her legs further, shifting her bottom, getting ready.
"She told me to follow her and we went into the kitchen. She said I want you to do what I say. She backed against the wall and told me to take her blouse off but that I couldn't touch her until she said to. "
"I like it."
"I took her blouse and panties off." Mom's body felt so good under me. I was up on my elbows as I talked, fingertips playing with her hair and ears, looking down at her, leaning to kiss her...small pecks. .. "Her tits, just like yours... heavy, perfect tits... little blue veins... hard nipples jutting out...her mouth nice and wet. She was looking at me cool and steady...a little smile. You both do that. "
"What..."
"Cool, steady smiles," I said.
Mom stirred under me, her legs open and knees up, her thighs at my hips, my cock right at her opening, her hands rubbing my back and bottom. "My hot young man. Then what?"
"I took my clothes off. They seemed to fall off. "
"Were you hard?"
"Of course. What do you think?"
"I would expect nothing less from you, honey," she said.
"She told me to take her panties off...she said I could touch her and she said she wanted me to fuck her. 'Right here, right now,' is what she said. So I picked her up and put her on the counter and shoved it in hard. I was so hot..."
"Show me."
I rubbed my cock up and down at mom's pussy, got some knee traction, and shoved it in in one thrust.
"Oh!" mom said. She almost gasped.
"That's what she said," I said.
"Wow, I bet that gave her a thrill." She was breathing a little harder. "I'm so jealous of her!"
We both laughed at that.
I began stroking her slowly in a rocking motion, her warm walls holding me tight.
"I'm trying to decide who's pussy feels better," I said.
"Very funny."
"You both have a quality grip...nice and smooth...wet and warm."
"Oh Tommy, please, say it's mine," she said with mock anxiety, and slapped me on my butt.
"It's the hip action that makes the difference, I think. She's good at thrust-meeting. You are better at the side-to-side. You're a little more flexible."
"She's just out of shape. Are you going to loosen her up?"
