Chapter 3

Mom prepared dinner soon after I arrived. We dined and watched a couple of shows after our showers. She excused herself to her office to video chat with her sister, as she hadn’t talked to her through the weekend. As she talked, I walked in and massaged her neck.

She didn’t say anything when I moved the material aside to caress her bare skin. I pushed her robe off her shoulders, causing the front to lower down until it rested on her nipples. Her breasts rose as she deeply inhaled, while I stroked her exposed neck and shoulders. The call ended and Mom slid her robe back on without reprimanding me.

Soon after, she excused herself to retire to her bedroom to read before sleeping. Before she left, I hugged her and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. When I caught the scent of Plumeria blossoms, my mind raced and I asked myself, “She only used it on special occasions. Did she have something planned for tonight?” I released her, told her I loved her, and bid her goodnight.

She stared for a bit as if she wanted to get something off her mind. Maybe she was ready to move forward. Sarah didn’t stay the night, so she wouldn’t be able to sneak in for a secret fuck. Any thoughts she had were brushed aside as she said goodnight. She headed to her room with me admiring her the entire time.

I retreated to my room and read my Emails, before firing up my communication application to connect with Sarah on video chat. She answered after a minute. Her smiling face filled my monitor, immediately calming me.

“Hi, Billy. How are you doing?” she asked.

“Pretty good, Mom’s already in bed and I’m thinking of going in to talk to her. What if she has no interest in pursuing a physical relationship? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“I know your Mom and she’s hoping you’ll come to her tonight,” she retorted. “Go in there and make love to her the way you’ve been dreaming. You two are great together. Be sure to call me tomorrow at noon to tell me how it went. I wish you the best.” She blew me a kiss and signed off, not waiting for my response.

Mom and I were in love and it was time she faced that realization. I walked to her door, lightly tapped on it, and asked, “Mom, are you awake and decent?”

She answered, “Come in, Billy.”

She lay flat on her back with the satin sheet covering her, while holding a book in one hand. Sarah was right about Mom sleeping in the nude as the thin sheet hugged her curves, showing the outline of her exquisite body. She smiled, while I gazed upon her beauty and asked, “What’s wrong, Billy?”

“Nothing, Mom. I’d like to discuss something with you,” I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. My robe, rising halfway up my thigh, caught her attention. After a quick glance at my hairy legs, she looked away. When she set her book down, I gripped her nearest hand and placed it upon my knee. I covered it with both of mine.

“I want to talk to you about our relationship. I love you, Mom. You know that, don’t you?” I asked, locking my eyes with hers. I moved my left hand below the sheet, found her knee, and squeezed it as she held mine.

“I love you, too, dear. You know I do. What’s bothering you? Did something happen with you and Sarah today? Are you going back tomorrow to see her?” she asked, her expression turning to one of concern.

I ran my hand up her leg and back down, caressing her smooth skin. She inhaled deeply, but made no attempt to halt me. I continued, “No, Mom. I’m not seeing Sarah tomorrow.”

I caressed more of her thigh and leg as I professed, “Mom, you were the winner with every contest the other night — Sarah wasn’t. You won them all because you’re my mother and I love you. I’ve loved you more and more, starting with our Hawaii trip. That’s why your Plumeria shampoo is my favorite scent. It reminds me of the beginning of my true feelings for you.”

“I’m glad you like it. I only use it for special occasions so I won’t run out,” she replied as her hand moved higher, caressing my leg above my knee.

“Mom, I love you and trust you completely. I’m going to explain my feelings and I hope you’ll be just as honest and trustful with me,” I said as I firmly gripped her upper thigh.

“Of course, sweetie. You can tell me anything. I’m your mother and you can trust me completely,” she softly spoke as she squeezed my upper thigh, as I had hers.

When I leaned down to kiss her, my hand traveled higher on her thigh and lightly squeezed a hunk of firm muscle mere inches from her pussy. I put my lips on hers while she inhaled air from my sensuous touch. I lightly kissed her and pulled back, keeping our eyes locked.

“Mom, my love for you is more than the normal mother and son love. I love you as a woman. I’ve lusted for you for quite some time Mom, and I think you love me more than a son,” I professed, her concerned expression turning hopeful.

I think she wanted to tell me she longed for me but still held back from admitting her desire to pursue an incestuous relationship. She softly spoke, “Oh, sweetie. That’s incest. You know that’s wrong. A mother and son can’t be involved romantically. I’m sorry if I’ve misled you.”

I leaned down and kissed her again, opening my mouth this time, running my tongue along her lips. She also ran hers along my lips before dancing with my tongue for several minutes.

“Mom, I’m exposing my feelings to you, please trust me. You want and need more. I know you use your Plumeria shampoo for special events. You used it the first time I came home from school to begin my weekend stays at home. You didn’t try to find anyone to date all those months, and you were delighted to have me back each weekend.”

She softly answered, “It’s hard finding someone my age and yes, I use that when I think of you, so I shampooed with it when you came back to me.” Her hand caressed more of my thigh while her breathing became heavier.

“Mom, the next time you used it was the night you took me dancing. We held each other closely and I felt bonded to you that night. I could tell you enjoyed it too.”

She replied, “Yes, I did use it on purpose that night. I was trying to encourage you to meet other girls for a healthier relationship than with your mother.”

“Our relationship is healthier and more loving than most non-incest relationships. The next time I smelled Plumeria was when you were braless, talking with Aunt Kathy. You knew from the mirror I’d be looking at your beautiful breasts when you leaned forward. You wanted to show off your luscious body to your son, didn’t you?”

I moved my hand from her thigh to her flat stomach. I gently caressed it going up to below her breasts. She inhaled deeply from my touch and said, “Yes, Billy. I did. I don’t know why I did it.” Her arousal elevated as her hand caressed closer to my groin. I went higher and gently caressed the bottoms of her full breasts.

“You didn’t use the shampoo the night Sarah involved you in the judging, but you didn’t put up much of an argument as she arranged for me to caress your smooth sexy legs or to look at your near nude body in a see-through nightie. Your goodnight kiss was more than a parent and child kiss. If Sarah wasn’t there, we would have made love right there.”

“Yes, I admit I might have gotten carried away. At first, I only wanted to help you and Sara, but I couldn’t help myself. When you touched my bare legs, it turned me on so much. I was so aroused that I didn’t argue that much when Sarah suggested we go nude under the nighties. I was so jealous of Sarah when she brought your hand to her breast. I wanted that to be me.”

Leaning down, I locked my lips on hers, my tongue probing in search of hers. As she explored the inside of my mouth, I cupped her breast and squeezed, causing hot air to rush out her nose. Pulling back, I asked, “Like that, Mom? Is that what you wanted?”

Heavily panting, she stuttered, “Yes, I ached so much to feel your hands.”

Lowering my hand down to her stomach, I continued with our French kiss. While our mouths were connected, I moved my hand down through her hairy bush, massaging her mound. There were no objections from Mom as I palmed her pussy. I rose enough to say, “Mom, I know it was you that made love to me the last two nights. You had no intention to keep it secret. You knew Sarah and I would talk about it and then I’d know we had sex.”

She thrust her pelvis up to meet my caressing hand. Her eyes softened, realizing she didn’t need to pretend anymore. She hoarsely croaked, “Yes, Billy. I knew you’d find out eventually. I thought maybe if I gave in to a lust-filled night with you, I’d get it out of my system. It didn’t work, I have more desire and love for you than ever. I thought I’d have more time, though. How did you know?”

I spread my fingers through her soft fur, trapping it. I gently lifted her mound and said, “She’s shaven, Mom.”

“Damn, I knew that. I really wasn’t thinking that clearly. I blame this,” she laughingly said as she wrapped her hand around my stiff prick and stroked it.

“Mom, tonight you used your Plumeria shampoo again. You did it because you wanted me to come in and make love to you. Tonight we commit ourselves to each other. You are a beautiful and desirable woman and I love you. I want to sleep with you every night, hold and hug you all night, and wake up each morning with you beside me.”

While still stroking my prick with one hand, she brought her other hand to the back of my head and pulled me to her open mouth. We kissed like lovers, our tongues battling each other, mashing our lips around for more contact.

She pulled away to say, “I do love you more than a mother should love her son. It’s not a crush, this is forever. I have the same desires you do. Yes, I used my Plumeria shampoo tonight, hoping it would bring you to me. I want you in my bed and I want to fulfill all of your fantasies. I love you so much, Billy.”

She heaved a sigh of relief, finally professing her love to her son. Her body relaxed, now that she had exposed her deepest desires. Gently kissing her, we communicated our love for each other through our eyes.

“Mom, it will be forever. I am going to treat you the way you deserve. We’re going to be so happy together. I want you to be more than my mother and more than a lover. I’m committing my life to you. I want you to be my wife,” I confessed.

“Yes, Billy. Legal or not, I’m your wife. You own me, body and soul. Please make love to me,” she sexily said with lust-filled eyes as she stroked and squeezed my hard shaft.

I reached up and pulled the sheet off her luscious body. This was the first time I had seen her fully nude. Her body was flawless. I untied my robe and pulled it off, leaving both of us nude.

Mom stared at my stiff prick jutting out from my hairy groin. “Sweetie, you’ve turned into such a fine man. Your prick is larger than I imagined. I can’t believe I fucked that thing with no problem for the last two nights.”

“Mom, it was made for your pussy. You were so wet and turned on, I had no problem stuffing it up your pussy. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You are so beautiful,” I said as I admired her curvaceous body.

I crawled between her legs, resting on my knees. She spread her legs widely, raised her legs so her feet were flat on the bed. I spent a moment staring at her body — savoring the moment. It would be the first time we’d both know we were committing the ultimate forbidden incestuous act. I started with those long legs that had been teasing me for many years.

My hands traced up her calves to her knees and back down. Up and down, grabbing and squeezing her tight muscles. Her skin was smooth and hot. I moved higher to her thighs, running my hands from her knees up to the top of her thighs.

I squeezed a chunk of thickened thigh flesh on my way to the top. It was a sensitive spot for her. She panted while her face filled with passion, enjoying the foreplay as much as I was.

“Mom, your legs are beautiful,” I flattered her. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to caress these beauties for the last few years. So firm and long.”

“Thank you, Billy. I have noticed your leers when I show them off. Why do you think my skirts have shortened lately? You’re going to find out how useful these long legs can be when they’re wrapped around your back pulling your prick into my pussy.”

I wanted to spend more time on her legs but my cock convinced me to shift my attention to his favorite place. My prick throbbed, gazing upon her jet-black patch of pussy hair. Although it had the appearance of steel wool, it was actually soft and silky to the touch as I ran my fingers through it. I trapped tufts of her soft fur between my fingers and gently pulled, lifting her mound.

I repeated and slid the side of my hand in her slit so her sensitive lips would slap against my hand each time I pulled her mound. Her excited gasps of air became heavier, my hand wetter from her moist pussy lips. I released her mat and moved my hands to massage her fat pussy lips.

While caressing her slit, I slipped a finger into her slippery snatch. I increased my stroking, bumping her clit at the top. Massaging her lips with my left hand, I stuck two fingers from my free hand deeply into her cunt. She immediately arched her back and moaned.

I stuck another finger in and explored as much of her slot as I could while still stroking her outer labia. I moved my fingers in and out, fucking her with my hand. Looking up, I admired her breasts heaving up and down as she heavily panted. Her eyes glazed over, staring into space, enjoying the finger fucking she was receiving.

I increased my pace in and out of her with my fingers coated with her pussy juice. She was nearing her orgasm as I massaged her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her hot snatch. “You’re fucking your mother so good. I’m going to cum from my son’s hand.”

“I’m cumming!” exclaimed Mom, as her pussy clenched down on my intruding fingers and coated them with her nectar. Her walls convulsed several times as I stroked her sensitive pussy with my fingers.

Her breathing slowed as she relaxed. I knew it wasn’t a major orgasm, but this was the first of many my horny Mom would receive during our incestuous consummation. I removed my fingers and gently massaged her pussy, spreading her leaking juice into her mound of hair. My hands roamed up to her flat stomach, using my palms to massage and caress her smooth skin. Moving out to her sides, I held her waist. Memories came back from the first time my hands held her bare waist.

My exploring hands moved up to her ribcage feeling each bone as I explored more of her body. Bringing my knees up, I straddled her body above her waist and lowered until I rested on her lower stomach. I didn’t put my full weight on her, only enough to obtain close skin contact. She moved her hands to gently stroke my hairy legs.

My eager hands cupped her full breasts. She breathed in deeply and her hands squeezed my legs as I kneaded her tits. Remembering our night together, I knew her nipples didn’t feel like Sarah’s and now I could see the difference. Her areolas were the size of fifty cent pieces and dark brown. They were engorged and the entire area proudly stuck up an inch in the air.

“Mom, your breasts are marvelous. Your nipples are so puffy and full. If I recall, they’re really sensitive.”

Mom’s breathing rate increased as I continued to massage her breasts. “Yes, Billy, and actually you’re seeing my swollen areolas, not my nipples. They’re very sensitive. Sometimes I can experience a mild orgasm from stimulating them, which usually makes me hornier.”

Cupping her breasts, I gently wrapped my fingers around her blood engorged areolas. She eked out a shriek as her hand squeezed my legs vice-like while I gently teased her dark brown pleasure centers.

Her arousal rapidly escalated as she breathed heavier, gasping for breath. Her hands moved down to my groin, one wrapped around my shaft while the other cupped my balls. She explored my full length, stroking up and down my stiff pole.

As I intensified squeezing and twisting her nipples, she increased her pumping rate on my prick, spending time on the head, squeezing whenever I dug into her meaty tits. I wanted nothing more than to bring my mother to orgasm from sucking on her tits. Locking onto her engorged nub with my lips, I swirled my tongue around her pointy tip. She shrieked from the pleasure, madly stroking my cock, while squeezing my nut sack.

Fearing she would bring me to an orgasm, I stepped up my game. Clamping hard onto her tip, I pulled straight up, stretching her tit. My fingers twisted the other nipple and within seconds, her body shook and her hands froze in place on my cock. Her hand squeezed as her body convulsed with an orgasm. I continued assaulting her breasts until she climaxed a second time.

Finally releasing her, I looked up to witness her content expression. She was in seventh heaven — her boy was manhandling her body like she had dreamed of so many times.

I shifted my knees back in order to cover my mother with my bare flesh. We shifted our bodies, melding as one, ensuring maximum skin contact. My hard prick nestled on top of her forest of wet fur, my balls trapped between her legs against her wet slit. I wrapped my arms around her and we hugged tightly, enjoying the closeness of our bodies.

It was the moment to kiss my mother in the way I’ve dreamed of in my fantasies. I always dreamed of kissing her with our nude bodies pressed together.

Mom stroked my back, squeezing my ass cheeks when she could. I lowered my face to hers, locking our eyes together. When my lips met hers, her mouth was already open. Our tongues danced together while we shifted our lips around, trying to get maximum contact. Her wide-open eyes filled with love and lust.

After ten minutes of intimately kissing, Mom bucked her hips, indicating she was ready for her son’s cock to claim her. I released her mouth and professed, “Mom, I love you so much. I can’t believe I’m going to fuck my hot mom.”