Ian's mother was a widow when she passed away. It has been a year since Idea died. Ian is now reflecting on the last years with his Mom.
I had been divorced for several years when Dad died, ten years ago. Mom had been dealing with all the issues one faces under such circumstance. Being an only child, it fell on me to be a support and help Mom deal with her life changing event.
I made it a habit to visit with Mom at least twice a week but made myself available when she needed help. A year had passed and she was beginning to settle down to a less hectic life. On one of my visits, after a few glasses of wine, Mom who was in her early sixties, began to share that she and Dad had a very active sex life and she missed it.
She confessed she enjoyed the freedom of living alone, especially with my being available when she needed help. She didn't want to go through the dating scene and get married. She shared; there were men at church and in the neighborhood who were sniffing around her, not to mention Dad's friends. She complained, those most interested were looking for someone to take care of them or were real jerks. She wanted none of it.
We were having an after dinner drink when to my surprise she asked,
"How would you feel about helping your old mother deal with her horniness and have sex just because it feels good?"
Shocked, I didn't know how to respond when she went on.
"Not sappy, romantic sex – just out and out lustful fun fucking."
"Mom... I don't know what to say....You're my mother...... I'm your son.... Not that I don't find you beautiful and sexy..... but..."
I felt my cock harden as I thought about the fantasies I had about her. I had mixed feelings but my urges were stronger. If this was going to happen Mom had to take the lead... I didn't want her to feel I was taking advantage of the situation. We finished our drinks and as I got ready to leave she said with a smile.
"Now think about it .... Your mother has needs to be met."
Mom kissed me on the mouth like never before. No Mother–Son kiss, more like tongue down your throat-son kiss. Rubbing her tits against my chest and grabbing my cock, she whispered,
"Your mother needs a good fucking, Ian."
Needless to say, my next days were filled with questions. What should I do? My next visit was Friday. As soon as I arrived Mom was pushing out her tits and rubbing my cock every chance she got.
Not sure if she was serious, how she would take it or how fast we would move, I brought a movie from the adult book store to see her reaction. Sitting next to Mom on the couch, she grabbed my arm and rubbed her right tit against me. Her eyes were fixed on the screen as the story of "The Last Taboo" unfolded. Unbuttoning her blouse, she freed her beautiful breast. Her reddish brown nipples were erect. I stared at her soft sagging tits.
" Go ahead son, take them, touch them, taste them."
