I Remeber Mother, Conclusion

by Oediplex

PART 5

The next morning we snuggled in bed together, a pair of lovers in no hurry to leave the comfort of the covers or each other's company. We hugged and kissed and stroked one another in sweet contentment. Mom was cradled in my right arm and my left hand explored her curves. I fondled her nipples making them stiff and erect. Squeezing first right tit, then left, I marveled at the soft skin and spongy texture of a mature woman's breasts. My hand soon was sliding down to the devil's playground, the triangle of temptation. Mother's pussy was already slick with excitement.

Mom was not idle. Her torso was slightly turned toward me permitting her free right arm to make caresses of it's own. She rubbed softly on my chest in a soothing fashion. Occasionally, her hand made a detour southward to flutter over my blood-flooded dick. This was an interesting tease which made the male monster alert but not over-stimulated, allowing for a lengthy time of tingling without needing to conclude in climax. Her kiss began to get wetter and mom's tongue played in and out of my mouth also in a titillating and suggestive way.

My finger did some walking in her pubic hair, then like a big comb I fluffed it up, gently pulling at the kinky strands making mother suck in a gasp now and again. Then, with just the tip of my middle finger, ever so lightly I began to massage the slit of her seeping crack. First from clit to base, reversing at the base and drawing the moisture on to her nub, then lower and back to the joy toy of femininity. At the high point were little circles and the dips went a fraction deeper each stroke. Mom's knees opened to give me full access. She began to draw sharp breaths and her hand stopped moving coming to a stationary spot on my member.

As my digit danced in her depths and thumb made merry strumming mom's clit she broke free of the chains of passion's spell which had hypnotized her. She sat up and looked at me with a wild expressing of wanton glee. Mother's hair was flying out at odd angles. Her face was flushed, nearly the color of her nipples. The eyes sparkled with mischief promising me that in moments we would be engaged in another of mom's special surprises. She paused for effect and the called out the number like it was the winner at a bingo game. "69!"

We swung around being careful not to poke elbows into eyes. With me on the bottom and mom over me, we made the connections of lips to labia /orifice to penis. I could see her brown hole clearly, a thing of beauty I had had never contemplated before so directly. Mom's mouth moved over my manhood milking it like she was a hungry calf. I nibbled on the dangling dainty delights of her nether parts as if I were some short-necked giraffe reaching for a succulent leafy meal with a pink berry as an extra special treat. I stretched my tongue, and while not as elongated as the African animal of the plains, it served to stimulate the pleasure bud amidst the folds of my fun.

Murmurs and moans were all the sounds we made as we munch on each other's genitals. Happy tones which signaled approval and guided each other to do just the right thing and to keep at the activity that was taking us closer to climax. The morning's foreplay had primed the charge about to explode with both of us. Mom started first, her hips pumping involuntarily as the paroxysm over took her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and mashed my face into her crotch, my mouth and tongue a machine slathering her privates, careful to not let teeth tear the tender flesh. Her anus winked several times at me as the spasms washed over her whole being.

As she came down from her cum high she renewed her swallowing, managing somehow to deep-throat me right to the root as she had last night and I could feel the constriction of her throat around the head of my hard-on. Her oral digit seemed to actually spiral around my member and the suction was incredible like a vacuum cleaner stuck on my cock. Like one of those oil wells blowing a new gusher, my goo was a geyser of white-hot cream. In one single moment, I erupted and emptied my supply of love lotion as my mother swallowed my full load of passion potion. Then she rolled to the side and whooped in joy and exaltation at our mutual gratification.

After that, we rested for some several minutes before rousing ourselves to start the business of the day. We did shower together, a quick no nonsense hop into the spray ... well there was a little tickling — but we were quite satiated by the earlier frolic. We finished the ablutions and toiletry necessities with the nonchalance of the comfortable level of intimacy we had come to, even in so short a time. Dressing casual in fresh outfits, we set off for the campus and getting the remainder of my registration and settling-in done. This took up much of the morning.

After consuming a pizza at a decent hangout I knew of, we decided to sunbathe by the motel pool. I made much of putting the lotion on mom. She had a bikini that showed off her sexy figure. While I couldn't do all that I wanted to out in public in plain sight of the other guests, I make her shiver and gasp at some of the more daring touches I boldly made when I was sure nobody might see. I stroked the pout of her breasts. I slipped up the inner thigh and put a finger into her pussy withdrawing it quickly to make it seem as if I were merely making sure the back of her cheeks wouldn't burn. She wouldn't be quite that naughty but did some nice massaging of my shoulders and the small of my back. Very sensuous still, and so very nice to have her hands on me in any fashion.

At the local diner where we went for dinner, I saw Fred again and his steady girl, his date for the evening I knew. Fred came over to introduce — as he put it, 'his old lady'. I indicated that my partner was a new romance, and that while she might not be a young lady, she was a hot one. Mom choked on her water at my lack of discretion. But Fred said he thought that dating a grad student was very cool. Then he urged us to come the party that evening that it was a pre-school bash not to be missed and he hoped that I would let the rest of my friends meet my new chick.

When they departed, Mom started to laugh hard. I asked why.

"Oh! Honey, I think it's so funny that your buddy thought I was your generation. You know if I can pass both Fred and that other friend's, Jack was it? Pass both their inspections, do you think I could pull off being your date at the party? I'd love to go, I haven't been to a college bash since I graduated myself. Could we go? Please?"

"Christ, mom — I don't know..."

"Well if you don't want to risk them knowing that it's your "old lady", I guess I can understand — still I was hoping. I think it would be great fun."

"It's not that mom, just ... well there's likely to be some pot and making out at these shindigs. Maybe you would feel uncomfortable with stuff like that going on."

"Not at all babe! I haven't tried pot, but the bacchanal doesn't sound all that different than the bashes when I was your age. We had whiskey and goofballs, there was necking and some used the bedrooms for getting it on. Let's go, at least you can get bragging rights for dating a grad student; we just won't tell them the year I did!"

We both laughed at that and it was agreed that we should change into suitable duds and party hardy that evening. But we also decided that we would be back to our room early enough to have our own make out session in private. I hoped that perhaps that night we might "do it". Could I get her tipsy enough? Perhaps a toke or two to help? Did I want to seduce my mom, even though I was pledged to honor her wishes that we not go all the way? Yes. This might be my last and only chance to accomplish the culmination of what we had been building toward, with all that we had shared this past several days. I would not take my mother against her will, but if she was willing, I was able and eager and ready.

At the house where Fred had given me directions to, even though we arrived at a relatively early hour, the party was well underway. Already the distinctive whiff of grass scented the place and dark corners were peopled with carousing couples. My new girlfriend and I made the rounds and I introduced the latest love of my life without any hint she had also been the first love of my existence as well. Mom had worn jeans and a tee shirt of mine and no bra either. She did her hair in a scarf, with sandals on her feet made her look like one of our hippie crowd. She passed easily, her youthful beauty timeless, in the dim she was 23 again. In her heart and in her lilting laugh she was 23 again too.

A beer in her hand was good, a start, but as we settled down to join in a impromptu rap session about the war and politics and bitch about professors, some body lit a joint and passed it around. When it came to mom I didn't know what she would do, but she was game and wisely took only a tiny toke, but held it in good for a bit. She held forth about the president being an asshole and the next drag was a deeper one. Go Mom! She wa...