Truth or Dare with My... Mom?

Truth or Dare With My... MOM?

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Author's Note:

This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.

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Chapter III- I Didn't Know I'd Been Waiting All This Time...

I felt the sunlight streaming in the window through the filter of lacy curtains, kissing my skin. I felt someone holding me close, a soft, warm body pressed to me.

Then I remembered that I was lying on my side, with mom embracing me, equally nude.

What a night... no- what a

day

that had been.

The fun dares, the intimate truths, the blushing moments when we exposed our deepest desires and secrets to one another... the kissing, the caressing... getting off on one another... me breastfeeding so that we could bond like we did when I was newly born...

Our shared intense dislike for my father...

I'm not kidding, mom and I had done just about every sexual thing possible except fuck or pleasure one another with hands and mouths. Hell, I used my cock to tease her clit until she came, and I've cum all over her pussy at least twice.

Were we going to fuck? I didn't know. Mom and I had somehow kept that line, and if we never crossed it, my life was still amazing as it was right now. Who could ask for this sort of deep and intense relationship with their mom?

I realized I'd given myself a hardon thinking about all this stuff once I'd woken up, and it was lodged between mom's thighs, nestled against her warm pussy and poking out behind her tight ass. I also realized that my hands were on her butt cheeks, holding her to me. It felt like the most natural thing in the world between us at this point. I hoped she always wanted to sleep like this, because I know I'd never get tired of it.

Mom's eyes were still closed, but she let out a tiny giggle.

"Does that thing

ever

go down?" she asked in a quiet voice dancing with humour. She wiggled and squirmed a little, massaging my cock with her thighs and pussy and making me shiver at the delicious sensation. I was still stunned about her giving me a thigh job last night before we went to sleep. Words couldn't adequately describe how incredible that had been.

She opened her eyes and looked me now, her face so close to mine that our noses were touching. The scent of her breath caressed my senses. This amazing, wonderful woman that I was privileged to call mom was squashed up against me in the most intimate of embraces. It felt so right.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered, reaching up and caressing my cheek while looking into my eyes. Her brown eyes held my gaze, I was lost in them, and I think she knew it. "Kisses for mommy?"

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, kissing mom lovingly. I pulled her in close, both of us ignoring my rampaging erection, as had become our habit at this point. We knew he'd be there, we paid him no mind until it was time to banish him. Mom sighed through the kiss, nestling into me, warm and soft.

Mom was still kissing me when she rolled, bringing me on top of her, my weight pressing her into the bed. Clearly, she loved the feeling of my body covering hers, and I had to agree, it was pretty wonderful. She also shifted around so that my erection wasn't poked down between her thighs, but was flattened between us against her pussy and my stomach.

"That more comfy, big boy?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Now that I'm lying on the world's most perfect body pillow? Hell yeah," I said with a grin. Mom giggled again and squirmed her pussy against me before we shared another kiss. We finally broke it and she sighed happily.

"I'm so happy this weekend isn't over yet," she said, stroking my cheek. "Are you gonna sleep in here with me from now on, darling?"

"I was hoping you'd ask, I wasn't gonna assume," I replied, nodding. "I wanna wake up every morning like this, mom."

"Me too," she agreed rather seriously, also nodding. "I mean, if you bring a girl home, I

suppose

I could put up with you using your own room for a night..."

"Hey, you've got it easy," I pointed out, still holding her. "If you bring a dude home, I'm gonna be in my room, glowering and thinking about how unworthy he is to be with you, and how he's getting you all dirty."

Mom burst into snickers beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist to hold herself in place. This smooshed me down against her even harder, which did nothing to calm my erection. Her eyes were glistening with mirth when she looked up at me, her hands now on my butt.

"So no guy except you out there is worthy of me, is that it?" she quipped, giving my cheeks a squeeze.

"Y'gotta admit, mom, none of 'em have been recently," I said simply. "I figure they've gotta at least approach me for awesomeness before I don't chase them out the door."

"Jesus, I'll never get to date a man again," mom made a show of muttering. "Well... what if I bring a woman home? Now that you know I'm bi, I'll feel better about doing that."

I shrugged. "I don't mind what you do with women, as long as she doesn't hurt you. Then you'll just go fuck her mother."

"And if she's not a meanie?" mom asked, still holding my butt.

"Then hopefully she won't mind me knowing, or seeing her in the morning, and it won't interfere with, well... this."

Mom's eyes got serious again. "Baby, I told you, I'm

not

giving this up. I don't care how much I like a girl, she won't be interfering with this. I've rediscovered the most wonderful bond with you, and nothing means more to me than that."

"Hope she likes sharing then," I said with a wicked grin.

More unrestrained giggles from mom, until she was almost shaking beneath me. She was almost wheezing, and not because my weight was holding her down. There were tears in her eyes.

"Oh my God..." she gasped, still laughing. "Did you really just suggest that I should share my son with a potential girlfriend?"

I hadn't meant it that way, but that's how mom took it. And it occurred to me that I probably shouldn't discourage her line of thinking. I shrugged. "Whatever it takes to keep what I have with you, mom."

"You will, baby, you have my word," she assured us both before pulling me down into another kiss. We kissed lovingly for some minutes before I felt her wince. "Ugh, gotta pee. You coming, my love?"

I nodded. Maybe taking a slash would calm the beast. But seeing as how I was likely to be twisted up with mom on the toilet, I doubted it. All the same, I pushed myself up away and we both snickered at the sticky peeling sound between us as our bodies parted.

"Jesus, that was obscene," mom laughed. "All that cum between us overnight, I'm surprised it was that easy to get us apart. I was worried we'd need solvent to unglue my cunt from your cock."

"I can think of worse places to be stuck to," I said easily as I got off the bed and then helped her up. Yep, we reeked of old sex, that was for sure. I know mom'd want a shower as soon as we were done peeing, and I couldn't blame her, honestly. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. She smiled as she plunked down and began maneuvering me into position in front of her.

"One of these days, we'll have to try this with me sitting on you," she mused, pulling me close, the back of her thighs perched over my quads and her knees hanging behind. "But for that to work, the monster would need to be at rest."

"Not sure you want me draining the lizard inside you," I laughed, hoping I was being absurd in response to her concern.

Mom just shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time I'd done that with a guy, baby."

I shivered and leaned in, resting my face on her shoulder. "Holy shit, you're awesome, mom."

She gave me a wry smirk. "Why, because I've let a guy pee in my pussy and my ass before? Not exactly a rare kink, you know. Have

you

done that with a girl?"

I shook my head. "Y'got me beat there, mom."

"Well, I'm willing to bet not many other moms let their darling boys pee on their womanhood while tangled up on the toilet," she concluded airily. "I guess I

am

pretty awesome that way."

She took a breath and put her arms around my shoulders, smiling at me. "I know you're gonna end up touching and grazing me, Aaron, don't worry about it. Just don't try to make me cum like last night, I'm not ready for another orgasm just yet."

I nodded. "That's fine, mom."

"I am, however, always open to all sorts of deep good-morning kissies," she purred, giving me a sly smile before pressing her lips to mine and initiating a deep kiss with me. Mom and I kissed while we both relaxed enough to start our business. Mom peed on my erection, while I jetted my stream against her pussy and clit, making her shiver. She shivered and moaned into my mouth, making her kiss me harder. Her tits were squashed to my chest, her fingers clenching on my back.

Tongues found one another, snaking and slithering around. Our good-morning kiss had become a good-morning make-out, and we had no excuses like sugary lips or anything to blame it on. We just wanted to fuck one another's mouths with our tongues.

The kiss got sloppy, I noticed. Mom was kissing a certain way that made her drool, and once I felt how she was doing it, I began to as well. The result was that our mouths and chins were shining with our saliva, and it was dripping down onto her tits and my chest. We kissed harder, fingers kneading one another's skin now, and I could feel mom's nails on my back as well.

Mom broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she looked at me through half-closed eyes. Her tongue was still out of her mouth, glistening and drooling. I'm sure mine was as well. My heart was pounding and my erection throbbing. I seemed to have stopped peeing, but I was so into the kiss with mom that I hadn't really noticed. I couldn't feel mom peeing either.

"Fucking Hell," she panted, still looking at me. "You are so wasted on stupid teenage girls if that's how you kiss, Aaron.

Please

tell me you like kissing mommy and you'll keep doing that with me."

"Mom, nobody's ever come close to kissing me the way you do," I assured her, meaning. "I mean, you literally fucked my mouth with your tongue. It was the most amazing thing. Yeah, whenever and wherever you want, I'll share those kisses with you."

"Stick your tongue out, baby," she breathed, her brown eyes fairly blazing with desire. "Stick it out straight, I wanna try something."

I did as she asked and mom captured my tongue between her lips, almost sucking it in. She then began bobbing back and forth on it, like she was sucking on a cock, the two of us once again drooling saliva onto our bodies. She must've done that for almost a minute before she pulled back, looking very pleased.

"Been a while since I've done that, and not with many boys," she said, smiling naughtily. "Tongue fucks are kinda erotic and very personal. Don't know why, but they are."

"No argument here," I agreed. I'd loved the feel of it and hoped she'd let me do it to her at some point. I could tell we were both done peeing, and I sidled backward until I was off the toilet and standing. Mom giggled as my erection swayed in her face.

"Hey, cutie," she cooed, talking to my cock. "Let's get you cleaned off, shall we?"

Mom stood and then moved into the shower, getting the water ready while I found yet another set of towels for us. I joined her and we moved into our now natural and easy rhythm, embracing one another and just holding tight under the deluge. Our lips met for another kiss as the water sloughed the night's activities away. I hope the water took it's time.

"Mmmmm," mom murmured through our kiss. "Love me?"

"Wholeheartedly, mom," I answered, lost in her kiss.

"All of me?"

"Every bit of you."

"Good, mommy loves every bit of you too, my sweet boy," she sighed. My erection was flattened between us, and we just ignored him, even if we could feel him throbbing for attention. "Let mommy wash you down..."

Mom pulled me out of the water and then moved behind me. She put some of her cleansing gel in her hands, then began smearing it all over my back, down over my ass (which she took some time squeezing and kissing, giggling all the while), and down to my feet, much as she'd done before. Then she wiggled around to the front and lathered me up there. Confronted with my cock, she snickered and then drizzled cleanser onto her magnificent tits.

I moaned as mom enveloped my erection between her breasts, squirming them around and massaging him until there was so much lather you almost couldn't see him. I leaned back against the wall, not sure my legs would hold me up.

"Ooh, my little man likes that, does he?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"Yeah, but keep it up and I'm napalming your face, mom," I gasped, my eyes closed.

"Promises, promises," she sighed, finally releasing my member from her tits and continuing to work her way up, using her breasts to get the cleanser on where possible. She was in front of me again, squirming her knockers against my chest, and her pussy against my cock.

"Your turn to do me, baby," she whispered.

I took a deep breath and began my task, starting behind her, as she had done for me, lathering her back before moving down to her ass. I took my time, making her giggle as I gave it squeezes, massages those tight, amazing cheeks in circles, and gave it kisses. I stood back up and pressed my cock against her, making it disappear between her cheeks and began grinding around.

"Mmmmm," she purred, reaching back and up to put her arms around my neck while she slithered her ass back against me and my hands found her tits, fondling them. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Aaron..."

Before I just lost it and pushed her down on the shower floor to fuck her, I knelt and lathered up her legs. I moved to the front and worked my way up her body.

Confronted with her pussy now, mom smirked and watched to see what I'd do. Did I use my hand? I didn't have my protective washcloth this time, so I had to think this through.

Mom's eyes widened as I used my hand to push her back against the wall. I pulled her lower body slightly forward, her hips tilted toward me. With wide eyes, she watched as I placed myself between her legs and pressed my cockhead against her pussylips. I started dragging the engorged head up and down, from the fourchette to her clit, which was peeking out from its hood by now. Mom was decidedly turned on.

She groaned, closing her eyes, pressing her head back and flattening her hands against the shower wall. Her body trembled as I smeared cleanser all over her most intimate part with my most intimate. I had to stop, though, because I was sure one of us was going to lose it and just thrust forward, and

that

couldn't be undone or ignored. I let her stand up straight and then massaged her tits with my hands, lathering them up but good.

Finally, we stepped under the water together and rinsed away all the cleanser, leaving us both sparkling clean. Our bodies, anyway, I couldn't say that much for our behaviour or our souls. Once we'd rinsed off, we fell into another embrace, just holding one another body to body and dancing in a very slow circle beneath the water. Time meant nothing to me.

It must've meant something to my stomach, though, because it rumbled and mom burst out laughing.

"I almost forgot, I was so swept away," she cackled, patting my belly. "It takes lot of food for a sex machine like my little boy to keep up all the good work, doesn't it? C'mon, baby, let's go feed ourselves..."

Mom turned off the water and we stepped out, drying one another before heading out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Neither of us had any need for clothes; nudity together was the expectation and all we desired this weekend.

"Wow, this bedroom really does smell like sex," mom said, sniffing the air. I did the same, but it wasn't as acute for me as it clearly was for her. She claimed to have never lost what she called her 'pregnancy nose', and it was probably why I could never successfully hide a stash of weed from her in the house. She always found it and I got an amused lecture after she'd gotten rid of it. "Open the window please, baby."

I walked over and opened her window, letting in the warm, summer morning air. Mom was stripping the bed, the sheets of which were no doubt rather sticky and messy, given that we'd slept in our sweat and cum overnight. There was gonna be a

lot

of laundry by the time this weekend ended. Mom took me by the hand and led me downstairs.

"Wanna have nude breakfast on the verandah?" she asked, smiling at me as she prepped coffee and then her mimosas. "I can put up the mosquito netting to give a feel of more privacy."

"We could do that," I said, nodding. "But it might feel even more naughty and thrilling if we

don't

use the netting, just exposing ourselves. Pretty sure our neighbours can't see onto the verandah anyway."

Mom gave me an amused smirk. "You little kinkster, Aaron. You really are my son. Okay, big boy, no netting, just naked mom and naked son having breakfast in nature."

"Hey, maybe we can have a picnic lunch behind the shed," I posited, feeling brave. Mom giggled and nodded eagerly. I guess that was a yes. "Whose turn is it for truth or dare, mom?"

"Damned if I know, baby," she admitted with a shrug. "But it's ladies first in polite society, so I guess you can ask me. I'm refreshed from last night, so I'm game for anything that won't make me burn breakfast."

I watched her from behind as she prepped our morning fare. She walked over to the fridge and bent over to get inside, making sure I had an amazing view of her ass. She shifted back and forth from foot to foot, and even parted her legs so that I could see her smooth pussy.

"I might be in here for a second, Aaron, so you might wanna get closer so that I can hear you if you ask," she called out from the fridge.

I smiled and moved closer, kneeling down so that her amazing ass was in my face. I put my hand on one of her cheeks to let her know how close I was, and she wiggled her butt against my palm in response.

"Truth or dare, mom?" I asked.

"Ummmmm..." she said, ruminating while taking her time looking for whatever. Hungry as I might have been, I was perfectly content to keep staring at her ass. "Truth."

I nodded. I had a question I really wanted to ask, but knew I wouldn't.

What do you want to do that we haven't done yet?

I wouldn't corner her like that. Forcing my mom to state what her limits her were so bluntly was

not

something I could do. Not only was it unfair to the most wonderful woman ever, it would probably sour the mood for the day, with mom always thinking about it. No. I had another fun troll question, to ask, though.

"Have you ever had a chance to mess around with a dick larger than mine?" I asked, smirking.

There was a pause in the activity in the fridge, and then mom looked back at me. "Baby, that's an

awful

question to ask!"

Seemingly as a chiding, she bumped her ass back against my face lightly. Damned if my nose didn't go between the cheeks and my mouth might have touched her pussy. But then she leaned in farther into the fridge and sighed.

"Yes, baby," she confessed, clearly not liking the answer. "A few times, just not in recent years. Back when I was younger, in college. And then about about five years ago, there was a black guy that I-"

She stopped talking and backed out of the fridge, holding the items she needed as she stood up. She walked over to the counter and put them down before turning to look at me. She leaned back against the counter and then crooked her finger, beckoning me closer. I stood up and moved to her. Mom put her hands on my hips and pulled my erect cock against her, pressed into her pussy. The look in her eyes was a serious one.