I spent the last year and a bit working overseas. My company paid for me to put my effects into storage, and I moved completely out of my home for the duration of the contract. I had a blast in Europe, but the separation was particularly hard on my mother, with whom I have had an especially close relationship, physically as well as emotionally. This close relationship blossomed into a full-blown love affair two years ago, after we both came to realize that we had longed for each other for years, without having taken any action. Two years ago, we crossed that most taboo line in the sand; we had become lovers.
But my overseas employment put that aspect of our relationship on hold, of course. I had no trouble bedding down with amazingly beautiful and eager Eastern European girls, far better looking than the type of woman I could normally attract back home. But for mom, my departure simply meant a complete end to her sex life.
Beth was nearly 55 years old, but she was still an attractive woman, a natural brunette now with a hint of grey in her short hair. High cheekbones framed a pretty face. Still relatively slender, age had nonetheless taken its toll on her frame, and the tiniest rolls of fat covered her cute tummy. She was no spring chicken, and most men wouldn't have given her a second look, but I remembered the shape of her frame when she was still in her 30's and 40's, and could see remnants of it in this middle aged woman.
To me, her motherly figure couldn't have been more ideal. Small, fleshy breasts hung freely down towards the side of her flat but wide stomach, with the slightest tummy-bulge that I just loved so much. Her matronly hips were the perfect segue way to her broad thighs, criss-crossed with tiny blue burst veins, and framing that dark tangle of grey-black pubic hair where paradise lay, and from where I sprang, some 35 years ago. How I longed to return there.
About seven months into my contract, I had to return home for a series of meetings at headquarters. The trip would bring me to within 500 miles of home, so I arranged for my parents to meet me in the city. They were both excited to be able to see their son for a few days. There were a number of conferences on the go that week, though, as well as the homecoming celebrations for the local university, so hotel rooms were impossible to find. I managed to convince my company to pay for a room with two queen-sized beds, and so my parents and I would share a room. That was fine by all of us.
I arrived on Tuesday night, my folks showed up the next day. Mom looked great. She hadn't aged at all since the last time I'd seen her. I have her a huge hug, actually lifting her off the ground as I squeezed her. Her smile was enormous. Dad got a hearty handshake and we even briefly clasped hands on each others' shoulders. It was good to see them. It was good to see Beth especially. So good that I was worried that my father would notice the massive erection I was sporting, brought about by the closeness of my lovely mother. Her pretty face, the fragrance of her perfume, the warmth of her body pressing against me as we had hugged, but most of all her inviting womanly frame, a matronly figure that instantly ignited the fire in my loins, sent blood rushing to my penis.
There was nothing I could do about it. Millions of years of human evolution were at work, and as soon as I made out the sultry silhouette of my mother's hips, waist, legs and breasts, my body was uncontrollably compelled to want to put a baby inside her. To procreate, to make life. Her shapely body, although well past breeding age, was designed to make men want to plant their seed deep inside her womb, and dammit, that's what I so desperately wanted to do. But with dad sharing the room with us, I didn't see how we would have any opportunity. The visit, although I'm sure it was going to be nice enough, would likely wind up being a huge cock tease.
My father, who had had a series of heart attacks several years before, was worn out from the two days' driving they took to get here, and soon after arriving, announced that he needed to take a long walk to get his blood flowing again. He quickly used the bathroom, changed into a pair of sneakers, put on his coat and a Dick Tracy hat, and promptly walked out the door, leaving Beth and I alone in our room on the 5th floor.
This was most unexpected, but I doubted that we'd have time to actually do anything together, mom and I. I'd be able to hold her in my arms though, and probably neck with her, but with the risk of dad walking back in at any time, I decided not to go any further than that, as I doubted that I'd be able to hold myself back if I started to make out with my mother. Sure, we'd start out harmlessly enough, some mild groping and petting, me mashing her small, warm breasts and grinding my hard cock against her pelvis, dry humping her as we danced around the room.
But there's no way I could stop there; I'd carry on, remove her top to reveal her pasty white belly, her freckled shoulders, the loose skin covering her stomach. I'd snap off her plain white bra, and assault her breasts with my mouth and tongue, while slipping a hand down the front of her polyester pants, stroking her bushy mound as she started to get wet, her pussy lubricating as her body prepared itself for sex. For sex with her son.
Before long, her pants would be on the floor, and her panties would be tossed across the room as I gently laid her on her back and kissed her beautiful, soft, aged body up and down, before mounting my darling mother. I would wind up penetrating that sloppy crease between her thighs, and driving my cock deep into the womb from which I had emerged so many years ago. I would drive into her mercilessly until I sprayed my semen deep into her vaginal cavity, flooding my mother's womb with my sperm and making us both oh so happy.
But since dad would undoubtedly be back pretty quickly, I decided that things wouldn't go that far. We'd hug and kiss, standing up, but no more. It was the only way to be safe from getting caught, because there was just no way I'd be able to hold back.
Mom walked over the window and pulled back the curtain, looking out over the parking lot and the large park beyond it. She sighed deeply, but didn't say anything to me. I was mesmerized by her silhouette against the bright window. Lying on my bed, propped up by a couple pillows, I soaked up the view of my 55 year old mother's outline. Her narrow shoulders slumped slightly forward, her waist still slender, but with the expected amount of baby fat on the sides of her torso and at her tiny love handles. It was her hips though, voluptuous but not too broad, which really took my breath away. Those more than anything announced her fertility to the world, and made men want to breed her. In silhouette, of course. In reality she was well past her due date.
Her wide ass was flat in the back now, the tolls of aging. It was big but not fat. Large but not sloppy. It complemented her waistline perfectly. Her legs were long and narrow, but the backs of her thighs had spread and flattened over the years, so she had some shape down there too. Damn I was in love with her, and it sucked that I wasn't going to get to enjoy her womanly pleasures.
I approached her from behind, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. I ever so tenderly brushed her hair off the back of her neck, and kissed her, my tongue flicking out and tickling her. This always drove her wild, and she sucked in her breath and arched her back as my attentions sent tiny tremors down her spine. My hands roamed freely over her bum, rubbing and squeezing it, reveling in the warmth of her body. I moved my hands around her front, and rubbed them across her flat belly, pinching the loose skin that covered it. I held her body tightly against mine, spooning her as she stood by the window.
"We have about an hour and a half," she said, still looking out the window.
