This is a work of adult fiction and is based on events that were told to me by a close friend.
All persons depicted in the story are fictional and over the age of 21.
Let me apologize in advance if I made some grammatical and/or typo errors.
I hope you enjoy this story and your remarks and compliments are greatly appreciated.
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Mother sat across from me in the spa. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back on a rolled-up towel behind her neck. All of the jets and bubblers in the spa were on high so conversation at the moment was futile. It does, however, give me a chance to simply look at her. Her naked body is mostly hidden by the presence of bubbles and hot, swirling water that we are immersed in. Her luscious breasts sway gently just below the surface of the water and her wet hair hangs in strands down to her shoulders. Her make-up had washed away yet she's still an incredibly attractive woman.
Her name is Diana; she's in her forties, stands five-nine and weighs about 150. She's an avid tennis player, has always been active and most of all she's taken very good care of herself over the years.
Let me give you some background and tell you how I came to be sitting in this spa with my mother, both of us naked, after having finished over 2 hours of incredible, intense sex with each other.
Many years ago when she was only 20 years old and pregnant with me, she married my father. It wasn't a great marriage and probably shouldn't have happened. Not surprisingly he abandoned us when I was about seven. My father was a cold, hard person to get to know and in a way, it didn't really bother me too much. I don't remember much about him anymore and when I was growing-up mother rarely mentioned him. For several years mother and I were on our own. Things were tough for us but in spite of the difficulties we had each other and were happy. Things got better for us when she finally got a good job as a private secretary in a large Insurance company. Years later she met and married for the second time and in the long-run it too turned out to be another mistake. Her second husband was named Alex and after a few years it was obvious that they didn't have a very good marriage and probably should have split-up but, for their own reasons, they didn't. Alex was from a very wealthy family and he never had to work. He could be a nice person...sometimes; with the exception of when he drank too much; then the weak, vindictive and especially mean side of his personality came out. I quickly learned to stay away from him at those times. As time went on it became more frequent and it seemed that he was constantly drunk. Unfortunately the alcohol prevailed and Alex died an ugly death of alcohol poisoning. I'd just turned twenty-four, started a new job, and honestly, I didn't spend a lot of time grieving for him.
After Alex was gone I'd decided to move back home for a while to give mother some company and support. I'll admit that a big part of me was looking forward to spending some time with her again, just like it had been so many years before.
On my first night back home we sat up drinking wine and talking and laughing about the past; the fun and the ups and downs we shared as I was growing up. She never mentioned either my father or Alex; it was just about us. She was happy to have me home again and in just a few days I began to see a change in her. She seemed more relaxed and open. I did begin to see that dealing with Alex was much more difficult for her than I'd realized.
One evening we were sharing a bottle of her favorite wine and she started asking questions about some of the girls I'd dated. She was in a playfully mood and started asking for details. It was fun, even though her questions were a little embarrassing. I didn't want to admit to her that I didn't have a lot of experience so I made some things up. My ex-girlfriend Jessica was pretty tame about sex; she liked only having sex in the missionary position and didn't really like oral sex. Oh, anal sex? No that was a no-no with Jessica. As mother and I talked about sex I had a nice hard-on trapped in my jeans and it was a little uncomfortable. I'd hoped at the time it wasn't very noticeable. Once when I was pouring more wine I caught her glancing at the bulge in my jeans. I chalked it up to the wine. When I finally went to bed that night I lay on my bed completely nude and I started to jack off. I just let my mind go, no stops, and I fantasized about having sex with my mother. My cock was rock-hard and I kept a hard grip on it as I pumped it roughly. The closer I got to cuming the harder the muscles in my abdomen, ass and legs got until I couldn't hold back any longer. I even heard myself moaning my mother's name as the first spurt of my hot cum erupted from the end of my cock. The final vision that I held in my mind was of mother lying on a bed, completely nude with her legs spread holding her pussy lips open for me to see.
I was surprised at the power of my orgasm and the amount of cum I ejaculated. I had large globs of cum on my hand, my stomach and thighs; I even had a couple on small globs of cum that had landed on my chest just below my neck. My hands relaxed somewhat as I moved it up and down my cock as smaller amounts of cum continued to ooze out the end of my cock and stick to my cock head. I felt some slight guilt for fantasizing about my mother but that was absolutely the strongest orgasm I'd ever had.
For the following week or so everything was normal, mother and me were settling in to a pretty normal routine. Of course I was constantly horny and jacked off every night. As my fantasies of fucking her continued to get stronger, so did my orgasms and I loved it.
Then, one night something happened that changed everything. It was late and mother and I had watched a movie together and mother said that she was going to get into the spa before going to bed. I was tired and I told her that I would pass, but honestly, I really wanted to go to bed and jack off as I fantasized about fucking her. I heard the spa being turned on as I got undressed. As I slipped my underwear off my half-hard cock sprang free and I gently stroked it. I took my clothes into the bathroom with me to place them in the laundry hamper. When I lifted the lid of the hamper I saw a pair of mother's black thong panties right on top of the other clothes and my body jolted as I stared at them. I tossed my clothes in the hamper I quickly grabbed the panties and took them back to my room.
The lamp on my desk was the only light on in the room and it gave the room a low, soft, warm glow. In my excitement I hadn't bothered to close my bedroom door; I was too aroused to worry about it. Besides, I thought to myself, mother was in the spa and I'd be finished before she got out. I laid down on my bed and put the black silky material to my nose and drew in the heady, musky odor of her pussy as my cock began to jerk with anticipation. I rubbed her panties down my chest to my cock where I wrapped the black material around my hard shaft. I slowly stroked my cock as I thought about the fact that my cock was rubbing against the very same material that covered her pussy lips and the opening of her vagina. I tried to imagine what the material of her panties would look like with my thick cum smeared on it. I slipped the panties off of my cock and brought them back to my nose again, as if intoxicated by the erotic feminine odors that were left in the material. My right hand continued pumping my cock faster as my orgasm was just starting to build.
Suddenly I heard a noise and when I opened my eyes I saw my mother standing in the doorway of my bedroom with a white towel wrapped around her torso.
My mind raced. "My God, my mother caught me jacking off as I pressed her soiled panties to my face...now what was I supposed to do?"
I actually just lay on my bed not sure what to do. It surprised me that I didn't feel embarrassed about it. I remember that I felt a lot of things at that moment and, this may sound strange to some but I didn't want to stop jacking off. I wanted to be her and to watch me jack off. I closed my eyes for a moment and continued stroking my cock. When I opened them again mother had let the towel that covered her body drop to the floor as she came into my room. Her eyes looked directly at mine and I couldn't believe how erotic her naked body looked in the dim light of the room. I admit that I haven't been with a lot of girls yet in my life, but mother's naked body was incredibly beautiful to me. It wasn't perfect...and that even made her more desirable.
