Chapter 14

They dressed for a fancy dinner in a little restaurant nearby that once again the concierge had recommended. Mom wore her tight black dress and stockings. She helped Pete adjust his tie and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The night was warm and almost muggy. They left after dark and strolled slowly. Halfway there, Pete reached over and took her hand. She smiled at him and gave him a squeeze.

The meal turned out to be quite good. They talked about vacations, of all things. Mom asked what had really happened on his junior year Spring Break trip, and was amused when he actually told her. She wasn’t scandalized at all by his drunken debauchery, and admitted to something similar when she’d been his age.

“It was before I met your father,” she said with a grin.

“I can’t imagine him going wild.”

She snorted. “His idea of ‘wild’ was doing it in the living room.”

“So no swingers clubs?”

“Heh. No.”

“If you’d told me my first swinger’s club was going to be with you...” He dramatically rolled his eyes.

She laughed.

“I’m glad, though.”

“Mmm?”

“Can you imagine anything more over the top?”

She laughed again and nodded.

I know it’s silly to say, “We’ll always have Paris, but ... we literally will.”

She smiled and lifted her wine glass. “A toast.”

He raised his glass in response.

“To motherfuckers.”

He laughed and clinked his glass against her.

Pete opened the door and gestured for his mom to precede him into the bedroom. She strolled in, but waited until he shut the door. Then she flowed into his arms.

“So...,” she said, “what do you want to do for our last night together?”

“Mmm. What are my choices?”

“Well ... since it’s our last night ... I thought we might do things we’d never otherwise do.”

“Like fucking my mom?” he teased.

“Like this.” She pulled his head down and kissed him.

His eyebrows rose, but he responded. Her kiss was hot and passionate and his cock stiffened as it continued. Their tongues met and she moaned. He pulled her close before she pulled back.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought,” she mused.

“You thought it’d be bad?” he laughed.

“I ... I was worried it’d be too intimate.”

“Mmm.” He bent his head and kissed her again.

Her hands slid to his ass, and he did the same. Then she kissed him hard and stepped back.

“Unzip me?” She turned around.

He chuckled. “Didn’t we do this before?”

“You have a problem with that?”

He finished unzipping her dress. “Not at all. It’s been the best vacation of my life.”

“Mine, too.”

She wiggled and slipped out of her dress. As she did so, he began undressing. She took off her bra and panties but left her stockings on. She turned back to him and grinned.

“I hope you didn’t want to undress me.”

“Nope.” His erection bobbed as he pulled her into his arms again. “I do want to go down on you, though.”

“I was hoping you would.”

He bent his head for a kiss, but she turned hers.

“No?” he asked.

“We’ve done it,” she said. “We know what it’s like now. It’ll be better if we don’t.”

“Okay.” He didn’t quite agree, but it wasn’t worth arguing.

Instead of kissing her mouth, he kissed her behind the ear. She moaned softly, so he did it again. He trailed them down her neck and then started working them toward the bed. Finally they broke apart long enough for her to pull back the covers and climb into the middle. She spread her legs and he climbed between them. After a few kisses on each inner thigh, he began to dine.

Pete savored the taste of her juices and the smell of her arousal as he plunged his tongue between her folds and swirled it around her clit. After all the times he’d gone down on her—at least every day since that first time—it seemed strange to think of this as the last time. But if it was, he wanted her to always remember it.

He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He fingered. He used every trick he’d picked up during their vacation until her whimpers and moans grew and crested in a huge orgasm. She arched her back and cried out as she came.

Pete chuckled. He backed off to let her recover and just lightly stroked her inner thighs until she smiled down at him. He wiped some of her excess juices off his face.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded and moved on top of her. She was wet enough that he easily slid in.

He held still and savored the heat of her pussy. She smiled and hooked her stockinged feet behind his thighs, rubbing them gently.

“I’m glad my son is a good lover,” she murmured.

“Apple. Tree.”

She giggled. Then she moaned as he slowly began to move.

Once he’d found the steady pace she loved, he focused on her face. He wanted to remember every expression, every moan, every whimper. Every touch of her feet against his legs. Every squeeze of her pussy on his shaft.

She seemed to be doing the same. When they weren’t looking into his eyes, she closed hers and lightly bit her lip. Her fingers roamed across his bad, touching and feeling. She lightly raked his skin with her nails.

She paused and opened her eyes.

“I...,” she began. “I don’t want to hold back. When ... when you start fucking me hard. Is that okay?”

He tensed. The scratches had hurt but not too badly.

Her eyes silently pled for an answer.

“Sure.”

Her smile widened.

He took that as a cue and started to pound her as hard as he could. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he did.

She urged him on, thrusting back against him and squeezing him tight with her arms and legs.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she panted.

He speeded up. Her moans grew louder. His own pleasure grew, as did the pressure below.

She moaned and clutched at him as she came. He ignored the quick sting on his back and pounded twice more into her. On the second thrust, he erupted. He saw white as the waves of pleasure took him. Gasping, he collapsed on top of her.

“Wow,” she gasped.

“Yeah. Wow.”

He slowly eased off her and flopped to the side. His back immediately stung and he winced.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Let’s go take care of that.”

He nodded. She sat up first and gave him a hand.

The cream soothed his scratches quickly, and Mom reassured him they weren’t too deep. She apologized once, but not as effusively as she’d done the first time, way back in Scotland. Was it really only a week and a half? So much had happened...

“So...,” she said, “there’s one other thing I know you’ve wanted to do ... and since it’s our last night...”