I'm the first one to admit that getting one's mother in bed is sweet and erotic, but I'm here to tell you that there is something even better.
There had been hints and innuendos over a two-year period that my 63-year-old mother was possibly interested in a more intimate relationship with me. Nevertheless, it's a touchy situation. As I was not entirely satisfied with my sex life at home, I could have been very easily misreading mom's intention.
With my wife and kids away for the weekend, being invited over for dinner to my mom's apartment, I did the unthinkable.
I was hugging her goodbye as usual. No big deal! I did it all the time. I would learn later that she was very much aware of the bulge in my pants, as I certainly was. I found that I could not let her go and I hugged her for long moments before sliding my face along side of hers, afraid to make eye contact, until our lips met. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me passionately and the rest is history.
We stumbled from the kitchen, through the living room, through the short hall to her bedroom. I stripped her and myself as we went.
Tumbling into the bed, she grabbed my cock, placed it to her hole and we coupled. We fucked by crazed, sex-starved animals. After long minutes, she came and I followed her moments later.
Afterwards, there was embarrassment for us both and apologies by me that were quietly and tenderly shooed away. She remained in the bed, grabbing the bedspread to cover herself, in the darkened bedroom while I dressed. I said my goodbyes and told her I'd see her in a few days.
I spent the weekend alone in my house jerking off repeatedly and wondering what the future held.
I think for those incestuous bastards that get to wet their cock in their mother's pussy this is how it often happens, just pure incestuous, unbridled lust begun in some fashion or other.
The embarrassment, wondering what the other person is thinking afterwards and the fear of the next meeting is mind numbing.
But Wednesday arrived and I arrived at her apartment at 8:30am as usual to take her to breakfast and grocery shopping.
The embarrassment was still there for both of us and we both found it hard to carry on a conversation. There was a lot of silence.
My usual practice after grocery shopping was to pull up at the front door of the apartment building and go in to get a shopping cart to put mom's groceries into. I would then see her into the lobby, saying my goodbyes, giving her the usual hug and then leave. She usually followed me into the lobby on the first trip, waiting for me to bring in the groceries. This day she stood by the back of the car.
"You don't have to rush off today, do you?" She inquired, as I loaded the groceries into the cart.
"I have some errands to run, but no, I've got all afternoon to do that." I answered. "I can come up for a while, if you want?"
"I do!" She answered. "I'll wait in the lobby for you while you park."
Her demeanor told me nothing. Naturally, I feared the worst.
She was probably going to tell me what we did was a mistake and that it could never happen again.
Entering the apartment, I stood at the bags on the counter handing her each item to put away. It took only minutes and I studied her in her dark blue, cotton pants with an elastic waist much like the ones I had stripped off her three days earlier. She wore a flowered buttoned up cotton shirt and flats.
I will admit that I had found my mother's 5'6" frame quite attractive since I had joined her in my 20s. The five or six years we'd spent together in a small apartment were a lot of fun and there were very few secrets between us. Matter-of-factly, catching me fucking my girlfriend in the apartment, she told me to be careful and not get her pregnant.
Around the apartment I had seen mom in all matters of undress but never completely nude.
She had a variety of boyfriends and undoubtedly an active sex life.
We were 400 miles apart after I left home and settled down, getting married and starting a family.
Mom retired at 62 and moved south to be closer to me and family. We fell into a schedule and all was going well.
"I think we were a bit rushed the other night and didn't get to know each other very well." She said, closing the icebox and turning to me. "I'm taking for granted, of course, that you are interested in screwing me again?"
"I was not sure you would want me to? "I queried more than stated.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure until we got back to the apartment today." She replied. "I am very much interested if you're comfortable with it."
I answered her by moving close to her and kissing her again on the lips.
"I desire to learn every nook and cranny of your body." I said. "I hope you will not be embarrassed by being naked in front of me and letting me see and study your womanly attributes?"
"I don't suspect there will be much embarrassment. We have both have our experiences. But if there is, as long as we end up screwing, I'll get used to any embarrassment."
"Can we start by you taking off your shirt and bra?" I queried. "And come over here by the sofa."
As I sat on the sofa viewing my mother's breasts in the midmorning brightness of the living room, I'm here to tell you that this was much sweeter than fucking mom for the first time.
Her breasts were much more than a handful and they sagged only slightly. Her nipples appeared to be in the early stages of hardening and I reached to grab her buttocks, setting myself up straight, and draw her closer to me so I could suckle each nipple at my leisure.
I toyed, squeezed and explored mom's broad ass as I suckled her breasts for long minutes and her soft moans and her hands coursing through my hair told me she was enjoying both. Her nipples were now fully erect now and they were like sweet raisins in my mouth.
I withdrew from her only long enough to pull my cotton T-shirt over my head.
I pulled her cotton pants down, leaving her bloomer styled panties in place. She stepped out of them. I ran my hands up under the elastic of the panties and began to play and explore her ass anew.
"Do you like my body?" She queried.
"Very much!" I assured her.
Mom's legs were not smooth and shapely but they were strong because she walked for great distances every day. It was 4 miles to downtown and she walked it regularly, only occasionally catching a bus back home.
Her ass was bubbled nicely in proportion with her body and it was tight with little flab. Her belly protruded a little but I found it extremely sexy.
I'd always been a fan of older women and now that I was closing on 40 years it was only natural that the women that I preferred get older.
"Can I see it?" She asked.
