Chapter 2

"Kiss me... I want you to kiss my whole body..." she murmured. I immediately obey her request and start kissing her tits, the little nipples, surrounded by large pink areolas, were rock hard. After sucking and kissing them for a long time I began exploring the rest of mom's body with my tongue. From time to time she shuddered and panted. Eventually, after playing for a while with her belly button, I arrived at her pubic hair. Carefully I parted her cunt lips and stared at the pink crevice tipped by her clit. An exquisite perfume emanated from her cunt. She accepted patiently my inspection for a while then she grabbed my head with both hands, gently forcing it towards her twat.

"Kiss me... please kiss me there," she whispered. I place my mouth on her vagina and started licking and kissing. She opened the legs wide and forced my head against the crevice, it felt like she was trying to thrust me back to the same place where I came from nineteen years before! I went on sucking and licking the uniquely-flavored liquid produced by her body. She was now quivering continuously and, just when my jaws were beginning to ache, she had a sequence of short spasms and released the pressure on my head.

"Please come... put it on me..." she begged. I crawled back over her body and wrapped my arms around her neck. She gazed into my eyes in a different way. It wasn't my tender and sweet mom, here was another woman, with a sensuous look, lust gleaming out of her green eyes. I was amazed to find that for the first time I noticed mom had green eyes, a dark, indefinable green. The tip of my hard rod was rubbing against her labia but I was afraid to profane so special a part of my mother's body. As a matter of fact I was enjoying having my knob nested in that warm, soft and soaking cradle.

Mom spread her legs wider and pushed her belly against my prick in an unmistakable invitation to invade her body with my boyhood. A light push of my crotch was enough to insert half of my shaft in her eager vagina. Mom gasped loudly, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against hers. A second stroke and I was fully inserted in her in pussy. I was so excited that, even though I tried to keep control of the situation it took only a few strokes before I felt a strange and exquisite sensation, as though all my body fluids had been drained through my dick into her sucking vagina. It was a so strong that was I had to struggle to stop myself fainting. Breathless I relaxed my body over mom while she caressed my back. I kept my face buried in her hair, savoring its sweet perfume. Now, after I had fulfilled my dream, I was afraid to face mom. When eventually I dared to look at her she had a shy smile in the face.

"How do you feel?" she asked. I assured that I was feeling alright and for sometime we exchanged caresses until my dick completely softened and slid out of her body.

"Now that you have satisfied your desires for my body I want to tell you something," she said. "Sometimes when you fulfill a need and return to reality there's a feeling that you shouldn't have done that. It's a sort of guilt. Please don't feel so, what we did was not something bad. Of course, society says that a mother and her son mustn't have sex with each other. But you shouldn't feel guilty or bad for what we did. Treat it as an experience, nothing more than that." I was so tired and stressed with all that happened to me in the last few hours that I barely noticed when mom turned off the bedside lamp.

I woke up next morning with a strange feeling, as if I had had a nice dream. Looking to my side I saw mom sleeping quietly on her back. It wasn't a dream! As I remembered what we had been doing some hours before a doubt begun to grow in me. I was afraid that it just happened because mom had drank too much vodka. If I was correct she would blame me, who'd been clear-headed, for all that had happened between us. It would be hell when she woke up! Even so I felt my prick slowly getting hard again. Thinking, as in the song, "Whatever will be will be," I decided to have what might be my last sight of mom's naked body.

Very slowly, so as not to wake her, I took hold of the sheet that covered both of us and started to move it down. In a while I could see mom's naked body again, her tits moving up and down with the pace of her breathing; her surprisingly flat belly and the large expanse of black fur, still sticky with the mixture of my dried semen and her own juices. The velvety skin of her rounded thighs had several shiny stains. I had a moment of apprehension when I saw that she was waking up. Was mom thinking the same as me? Her eyes twinkled several times, then she looked down at her own naked body and then slowly back in my direction. After a moment a shy smile sprang to lips.

"What are you looking at?"

"I was looking at your body. You know that you have a wonderful body?" She smiled again, delightedly at my admiration of her. Seeing that she didn't have any bad feelings about what happened the night before I bent closer and delicately took a nipple in my mouth. She sighed and started caressing my hair.

"Thank you, mom!" I whispered looking into her tender face.

"Why?"

"Because you gave me the most wonderful gift I ever received. Until now you were just my loving mother; it's amazing that I never saw you before as a woman, I mean, you were mommy, the person who took care of me when I was sick, who checked my school performance and all that. I know it was even more difficult after the divorce. And all of a sudden my dear mom shows up as a sexy woman, a beautiful female! You can't realize how happy I am. I feel much better now. I was afraid you would blame me for what we did."

"By no means, there's nothing to regret!"

"Just one thing you said yesterday after we... well... you know. You said that I should treat it as an experience. Does that mean that it's all over?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm your mother, we are not supposed to do that."

"Mom, I don't understand why should we act in accordance with a rule that was established thousands of years ago by a silly feeble-minded?. Why can we being just a man and a woman? We are both adults, nobody is being forced to do it. Or may be you didn't like it?"

"It's not a matter of like or dislike, you must understand that..."

" Just answer my question!" I almost shout, surprising myself with my strong determination.

Conversely from my brother or my sister, until that moment I had been a highly acquiescent son, accepting without questions mom's authority, an authority that largely grew up after she had divorced from daddy. Mom was surprised, as well, with my manners. She looked on me in the same way she used to do when was saying something that ended up with an argument. I looked intently into her eyes and she raised the head, her face blushed thoroughly. I came close and surrounded mom in my arms. It seems that it was what she was despairingly expecting me to do.

"Oh Mark, my dear. I'm so confused, I don't know what to do." This was the first time I'd seen mom show any weakness. We were both sat on the bed, I held her in my arms and she buried her face in my chest, which was quickly becoming damp with her tears. She was sobbing loudly, like a child, her body shaking uncontrollably. It lasted a long time before it began to subside. I don't remember the date but that moment was certainly my first step into maturity. I was able to understand what was going on with mom: the end of her relationship with that man, combined with what had taken place between us was too much in such a short period of time. It was painful to have to give up in my physical intentions but it was the only thing to do. To follow through would have been to rape mom and this wasn't in my plans.

"Easy Mom, it's all right now. I understand... I think that the best thing now is for you to take a shower whilst I fix a breakfast for us." She seemed relieved with my decision; I held her face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Quickly she jumped out of bed and stepped into to the bathroom. I looked at her naked body for what I believed was the last time.

After breakfast I took a shower and went to deal with my other passion: my car. For my eighteenth birthday daddy had given me a 1969 Volkswagen Karman-Ghia. It was as old as me and in a terrible condition but with the help of a friend whose father was a retired mechanics and had a full set of tools in his garage, I had been spending every free moment working on it. My friend was doing the same with a '72 Plymouth Road Runner. Our plan was not to restore the cars but turn them in some sort of hotrods, taking account of our limited budgets. I was saving every penny and investing them in my car.

I went to my friend's house to work on the suspension but it was a lost day. I couldn't work with my usual enthusiasm and was so distracted that my friend noticed it. In spite of my efforts my mind was far away from my lovely Karman-Ghia. I was replaying the previous night countless times in my mind. His mother invited me to have lunch there. I called mom to let her know. During the lunch I caught myself looking at his mother several times. She was a few years older than mine and the perfect image of a mother; several pounds overweight, gray hair pulled back into a bun, spectacles and wearing an apron over her dress. I couldn't imagine my friend facing the same problems I had!

We worked in our cars till mid afternoon and then I went back home. At first I thought mom wasn't there and felt relieved. The breakfast had been very embarrassing, both of us avoiding looking directly at each other. I was tired, both physically and mentally and decided to have a nap. When I woke up it was almost eight PM, I had a quick shower and decided to see my buddies in a bar that belonged to an old racing driver. The place was decorated with trophies, old posters, photos and all kind of racing memorabilia. A bunch of us car fanatics use to meet there. The owner liked to talk about racing and we could stay the whole night and drink only one soda.