When I awoke on that first morning after losing my virginity to my precious mother, I had to take stock of the situation and remind myself that the events of the previous night had actually happened.
I was feeling a little hung over from the booze I'd drunk in the hotel bar but as I looked at my mother lying next to me in the wide hotel bed I felt the effects of the alcohol just melt away. My mother opened her eyes and blinked as she struggled to remember where she was. 'Good morning baby,' she smiled, reaching out to pull my face to hers in a good morning kiss.
I kissed her tenderly and she groaned and sat upright in bed. I watched as she stretched, graceful as a cat, her spine curving as she reached towards the ceiling. She stood and turned to face me and I reached up to feel her heavy tits in my hands. As soon as I touched her firm breasts my cock uncurled from my lap and began to sniff the air blindly as it grew stiff.
My mother laughed. 'Down boy,' she scalded. 'Give an old woman some peace.'
I looked crestfallen and she laughed at me even more. 'Don't take me seriously,' she joked. 'I would love a nice lazy fuck with my handsome son to start the day. Just give me a minute.'
My mother closed the bathroom door behind her and I could hear the tinkling sound of her piss as she took her morning pee. The toilet flushed and seconds later my mother pranced back into the bedroom like a schoolgirl, breasts jiggling saucily she climbed back into the rumpled, stained bed.
She took hold of my stiffness, 'I love your big cock,' she smiled, stroking it to even greater hardness.
My mother played with my cock and at the same time she fingered her own sex lazily. Once again the sight of her wedding band gleaming on her finger as she pulled at my shaft spurred me on making me lust after my wanton slut of a mother. The sheer depravity of having my own mother tugging my penis caused me to feel wicked beyond description. I looked over at her as she pleasured us both, her blonde hair, normally so neat and tidy, was tousled and again her face was contorted into a grimace of ecstatic agony.
My mother began to shudder and as she climaxed my cock slipped from her grasp, her own pleasure taking control of her senses.
Once her initial lust was sated my mother made me stand at the side of the bed and took my big prick n her fist again.
She sat up and concentrated her attention on my cock as she wanked me furiously. I pushed my fingers through her blonde hair as the spunk boiled in my shaft.
'Come on lover, give it to mummy,' my mother said throatily as she sensed I was going to explode. 'Do it on my tits babe. Come on, cover my big tits in spunk,' she continued. The filth that poured from my mother's mouth sent me over the top and I did as she wished, covering her heavy white globes with my hot jizz.
My mother purred as I pumped spurt after spurt of the hot stuff onto her skin and when I'd finished she stood and pressed her body against mine, kissing me deeply. I felt my cum on her tits smear over my chest as we kissed intensely and lovingly.
After that we showered, dressed and left the hotel to catch the train to Waterloo. We made our way across London by tube and were soon on the train heading out of Kings Cross on our journey north towards York.
I kept taking long looks at my mother as we sat opposite each other on the train. I marvelled that the cool, elegant, mature woman opposite me had been such a wild sex kitten the previous night. I kept seeing images of the two of us together as we enjoyed our illicit coupling in the hotel room. The memory of my mother's big tits and puffy labia had me squirming in my seat and I was wondering how we could continue to fuck once we were back home with the family.
My mother would catch me looking on occasion and she would reach across the table that divided us and give my hand a squeeze affectionately. I was dying to ask how she thought things would progress, but it was too public and I was too shy to ask outright.
When my mother and I walked out of the station I felt a stab of guilt when I saw my father standing waiting for us. The guilt turned to jealousy when I saw him take hold of my mother by the waist and pull her close for a welcome home kiss. My parents had never hidden their love for each other from my sister and myself and public displays of affection were nothing to be embarrassed about as far as they were concerned. My mother looked at my father adoringly and took his hand as we walked the short distance to the station car park.
My emotions were in turmoil as I tried to make sense out of what I was feeling. It was only right and natural that my father should kiss my mother like he did; I had no rights to her. In the eyes of the world what had happened between my mother and myself in that hotel room was a wicked and perverted act of incest and even though I felt complete, overwhelming love for my mother and what she had shown me, I knew we would be vilified if the truth became known.
What I really struggled to come to terms with was the fact that the woman who had loved me so completely the night before, now seemed content to relegate me back to the position of her son, instead of the lover she had made me believe I'd become. She still showed me she loved me but it wasn't with the same intensity as when we loved physically the night before.
My sister was away in France with her college group and wasn't home to greet me upon my return. I went up to my bedroom when we got home and spent the afternoon there sulking about the way my mother was behaving towards me. My dad came up to see what was wrong and I made up some story about just needing to get used to being home again after the rigours of basic training. He accepted this without question, and why shouldn't he? I could hardly tell him I was insanely jealous of him because he had my mother's affection, even though I'd spent the night before ramming my fat cock into her willing, hungry cunt.
My mother came up to see me too and once again my spirits soared when she hugged me and told me she loved me. 'It'll be ok baby I promise,' she smiled at me and gave me what was most definitely a most unmotherly kiss. 'We're having a little party tonight,' she said as she pulled her tongue from my mouth and left the room.
My heart sank, a party? I hated these family dos; they always made me feel uncomfortable and painfully aware of my social inadequacies.
