Chapter 4

I awoke that next morning a Sunday, to the feel of Mom's hand lightly caressing my face. For a fleeting moment I thought that she had stayed the night in my room, but then I remembered all too well seeing her put her robe back on through my droopy eyes the night before. I recalled the feel of her lips kissing my cheek as she pulled the covers over me, practically tucking me in just like all those years ago. Why did I feel oddly embarrassed about that, yet not at all about what we had shared between us?

Mom was sitting on my bed, already dressed in cute lounge pants with the stripes on the side and a snug tee.

"I hate to wake you Baby," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. "But Dad is already outside working in the yard, and he keeps asking where you are."

"Shit. Mad already? What time is it?"

"Past ten, Darling." Mom got up and opened my blinds, making my eyes adjust to the bright sunny day whether they wanted to or not. "I fixed you a bagel, but you better get out there before he gets any worse."

I watched Mom as she left the room. I loved that cute butt of hers. And she was even cuter with her hair in that ponytail and wearing old white sneakers. There was no way she could be mistaken for almost forty dressed like that! Despite last night's visit, I felt myself stirring to hardness for the next few minutes after Mom left. The sound of Dad using the weed-whacker brought me to my senses.

I took a two-minute shower and then scarfed down my bagel in the kitchen while Mom went about the house doing all the million and one things that moms do every waking moment. Dad was pissed that I hadn't been up at the crack of dawn with him, but not as bad as I'd seen him on other occasions.

I quickly got to work on the lawn and then Dad informed me of his elaborate plans of planting trees and redoing the landscaping behind the deck. He glared at me, daring me to say something, and then just grunted when I didn't protest. It wasn't like I had a choice, so why argue right?

We had been out there for about two hours when it just got too hot. We had gone from mild weather just a few weeks ago to a scorcher overnight it seemed. Both Dad and I took our shirts off and continued working on removing bushes and replacing them with the ones we had gone out and bought the day before.

I was in the midst of digging a large hole for one of the trees, when I heard Dad grumbling. He did that so often nowadays that I didn't pay him much mind until I heard the word "she" in his sentence.

"Huh?" I asked him.

Dad didn't turn around from what he was doing. He just motioned over his shoulder toward the back of the house.

"She doesn't think I can even plant a few god damned flowers!" he growled.

"What?" I looked back with a frown. I didn't see what he was talking about.

Dad looked at me like I was the enemy. "Your mother! She's been checking on us from that damned window every five seconds!"

He went back to what he was doing, while mumbling under his breath. I looked back at the house and there was Mom in the kitchen window this time. Our yard is big, so I had a hard time seeing her with the glare on the window. I smiled at her and risked a wave while Dad was not looking. Mom started motioning with her hands, and it took a couple of times to realize what she was saying. First it looked like she was saying she was hot. But then she kept pointing to me and pretending she was going to faint while she was grinning from ear to ear. She was saying I was hot. Talk about puffing me up!

Childish as it was, from then on I tried to make the muscles in my arms flex as much as possible. About half the time she was in the window, cleaning it with a rag so much I would have thought she'd have made a hole in it by then. Did she really think I was hot? I mean, she had told me as much, but a part of me wondered if she was just telling me that because I was her son. Don't all parents tell their kids they look good? Well, yea. Not all of them take it as far as my mother did, but still. I had lingering doubts that I was officially "Hot."

Mom called out that lunch was ready a short time later. Dad elected to eat outside on the deck in that stifling heat. Whether this was because he was being a manly-man as Mom called him, or he was just too pissed at her, I didn't know which. I wasn't crazy though. I stayed inside in the cool house with my hot mother instead!

No, there was no flirting really, except for her making over my bare chest and arms which were soiled and sweaty. She called me her Dirty Little Boy. Asked if I needed Mommy to scrub me clean. She did this funny sounding thing with her tongue as if she were licking real fast. I squirmed in my chair and grinned while she laughed and cleaned up the table before taking Dad another beer.

She refrained from watching us the rest of the afternoon, going down for a nap with my sister and then heading out to run some errands. I had to hold in how upset I was when I heard her leaving and going out by herself. It had become a habit for me for over a year now to never let her go anyplace by herself. Even at that young age I hated to see a woman out alone having to carry all the stuff and pack their cars themselves. Especially if they had a new baby like Mom did. I didn't want her to be one of those women. I wanted to be there to do all the heavy lifting and take care of her.

Dude, you are losing you mind. It is just a little shopping, I thought to myself.

My parents didn't talk much at dinner, and Mom behaved herself pretty much. Only for a few minutes did I get the pleasure of having her little sock covered foot resting on my tennis shoe under the table. I wondered if this was how it would be if I had a girlfriend living with me and my parents. I would never be able to let anyone see that we were flirting. It would be amazing to have her living right there so close, yet tormenting to not be able to do anything about it.

That is how it was for us. I knew she wanted me and I certainly wanted her, but it was near impossible to do anything about it. I read things where other guys are able to get their mothers any time they want, even with their dad in the house. I wish I could have figured out how to do that too, because my mom was so incredibly hot and it made me so frustrated to be around her and not be able to touch hardly at all!

The following Friday morning I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. Mom was downstairs early, and Dad had left for work minutes ago.

She was wearing a light colored business suit; the skirt stopped right at her knees. She didn't have her jacket on yet, just a sleeveless white silk blouse. It stretched on the sides from the size of her breasts, which seemed to be sticking up and out even more than usual that day. Mom capped it off with a pair of sexy slip on sandals, with about two-inch heels. Even that little bit made her toned calves pop out deliciously. Her toenails were a light summertime shade of pink, making her feet look so sexy to me. And the fact that she wore a thin silver anklet was the icing on the cake!

The guys at her work would go crazy. I was going crazy!

Mom was holding Vicki and had her back to me, but turned when she heard me come into the room. Her hair was pulled back and up today. Was that called a French braid? Whatever it was, she was using a clip to hold it in place and it looked amazing.

She looked amazing.

On an impulse I begged Mom to stay right there and not move. I ran upstairs and got the digital camera, before racing back down to the kitchen. I had to take a picture of her looking like that.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Mom was yelling to me as I came back in. She gave me a puzzled look until she saw me put the camera to my eye.

She instantly started blushing and turned around.

"Baby, stop please! I don't have any makeup on or anything!"

"Mom... you look so gorgeous though! You don't even need makeup!" I said, lowering the camera as I tried to convince her.

"You know that is not true, so please."

"It is true. God it is so true," I said softly.

Mom turned her head sideways to look at me as I took in the sight of her standing there holding my baby sister. She looked absolutely radiant with the sun shining through the kitchen window and reflecting off the highlights in her hair.

"Baby..." she pleaded again. "I'm going to be late, and so are you."

I put the camera back to my eye and snapped a picture of her looking at me over her shoulder. I would find out later that her looking back at me like that was the most beautiful picture I had ever seen. I still have it to this day.

Mom's eyes went wide and she started laughing telling me to stop again. I snapped a picture of her legs as she stood there with her back to me. She looked down and saw what I was taking a picture of and immediately started walking around the kitchen laughing.

"You are so bad! You shouldn't be taking pictures of your mother like that, and you know it! What if someone sees them?" She was teasing me again. The way she cocked her head, even the way she continued shifting my sister in her arms, knowing I couldn't decide whether to look at her face, her breasts or those incredible legs.

"Fine!" She announced as I kept trying to snap another. "You can stay home and dawdle all you want, but I have places to be! And so does your sister." She said the last part in her cute baby voice as she looked down at Vicki.

I quickly snapped a picture of that as well.

"I can't help it Mom. You look so incredible. I can't keep you out of my mind! If I can't have you every day, at least I can have a couple of pictures to keep me happy." My voice trailed off and I lowered the camera.

Mom was quiet for a few seconds and then she turned her whole body toward me. With a soft voice she said, "You know... those are the first pictures anyone has taken of me with Vicki since the first month I brought her home."

"I am sorry Mom." I felt so horrible all of a sudden.

She frowned and shook her head. "Sorry? You have no need to be sorry, Baby. It should have been your father taking those pictures. Telling me I am beautiful. Not my son."

I opened my mouth to speak again but she started before me.

"You know, I can't remember the last time he told me I was beautiful?"

"He called you sexy a few weeks ago."

"Sexy? Oh, you heard that? He has plenty of names to describe my body when he wants me to take care of his needs. When you get to be my age you learn to play along just to keep the peace." Mom turned around and put Vicki's bottle down on the counter.

"But Mom... you are sexy. And beautiful. I know I shouldn't say that, and I know you don't believe me, but you are."

"Sweetie... you are just infatuated with me."

I stepped closer to her and put my arms around her waist and nuzzled my face into her neck from behind.

"Yes. I am infatuated with you. How could any guy not be? But it doesn't change the fact that you are beautiful and sexy."

Mom tilted her head to one side, permitting me to kiss her neck. I looked down and saw Vicki looking up at her completely quiet. She was holding on to Mom's finger and gumming on it.

"I am sorry, Mom. You can believe whatever you want. But know that you have me wrapped around your little finger just as much as that little cutie there."

Mom looked down and saw what I had seen.

"You always were Mommy's Little Boy," she said to me.

She turned her face and kissed me, and I tasted salt. It wasn't until we parted that I saw the tears.

I had one period at school that day and then I was supposed to head to my job at the small pharmacy I worked at part time. I felt horrible that my taking pictures had made Mom feel worse instead of better. I cursed myself all the way to school and then couldn't stop thinking about what I could have said to make things better. I was certain that what we had shared would be forever lost now.

I made my way to my car and as I turned the corner I saw Mom leaning on my driver's side door. Her arms were crossed and she was looking every bit as stunning as that morning... before I had gone and fucked things up! Only difference in her attire were the dark sunglasses she was wearing.

When I got closer, I saw to my surprise, a huge smile on her face. She sent a flirty wave in my direction, simply by lifting one hand and moving her fingers.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, stepping up next to her.

She feigned hurt feelings, sticking her lower lip out. "That isn't a very nice way to greet your mother."

I smiled, but she saw the questioning look on my face.

"OK, OK. I thought about our little talk in the kitchen this morning." Mom uncrossed her arms and put a hand on each of my hips, hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans.

I was keenly aware of some of the other seniors walking to their cars or arriving for their classes, and made sure no one recognized us.

"And is this bad news or good?" I asked. There was a light breeze and her perfume started to make me light headed.

Mom slid her hands into my back pockets and pulled me closer. I could see even through her sunglasses that she was looking at my lips.

"God help me," she whispered, almost not loud enough for me to hear. She looked up into my eyes. "You told me this morning I was beautiful?"

"Things haven't changed since then, Mom." My heart was starting to race.

She took a deep breath and pulled my body against hers. "Then show me again."

Mom was speaking in such a soft voice and her breath smelled so sweet that it made me incredibly hard.

"Mom," I whispered.

"Yes Baby?"

"I think it's kind of obvious how beautiful you are to me already," I said with a grin.

Mom slid one hand around and felt the large bulge in the front of my jeans. Her face lit up and she smiled like the cat that caught the canary.

"Does Mommy do that to you, Baby?"

"Yes, Mom."

"You mean to tell me, that all of this," and she raked her finger nails back and forth across the bulge, "all of this is for your little ol' Mommy?"

I just smiled and moaned in response.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to waste that then would I, Baby Boy?"

She moved her lips as close to mine without touching and opened her mouth as if she were about to devour my lips and then she laughed and backed away. She started across the parking lot toward her SUV, and seeing that I was not following she called back to me.

"Come on, Darling... we don't have all day!"

I heard a couple of guys being obnoxious over where she was heading; whistling and repeating her words like assholes. One of them grabbed his crotch when mom walked by and instead of getting pissed she just blew him a kiss. That really got them going!

I raced after Mom and jumped in the passenger side. "What about work?" I asked.

"Oh, I just had the one deposition this morning and my desk was clear. I told them my son was having an emergency and needed me to come and... get him." Her smile looked almost wicked as she looked over at me and pulled out of the space.

"What about my job though?"

"All taken care of, Darling. Dr. Watkins thinks you have the flu and I need to take care of you." She leaned closer to me as we came to a stop. "Do you need your mother to take care of you... Son?"

I couldn't help but squirm in my seat hearing her say that.

"You must be some actress. He never believes it when I call in sick."

Mom smiled again, working the pedals with that sexy foot of hers. "Yes, I do believe your mother has that talent. Otherwise, how could Daddy have stayed so convinced all these years?" She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

It took me only a second to determine that she was referring to her in bed with him. Although I was sorry for her that she had been forced to pretend all those years, I was more than pleased that she seemed to have no problem with me. But then the thought occurred to me!

"But... since you are such a great actress... how do I know that... when we..."

Mom placed her hand on my left thigh and reached down between my legs.

"Don't you even worry about that, Darling. There is no faking what this big boy does to me." She gripped me hard and made me cry out. Then she just laughed and patted my bulge gently.

We rode in relative silence, Mom's hand on my hard cock, which was presently down to about mid-thigh, and my hand resting on hers. I loved the feeling of her delicate fingers beneath my hand. I lost all track of time as I got caught up intertwining my fingers with hers and then out again.

We had apparently arrived at our destination when I realized Mom was parking.

"You wait here. I'm not ready just yet to have people putting two and two together," Mom said. She kissed me quickly and hopped out.

My heart was literally pounding. Instead of taking us home she had driven us to the Suites Hotel that I passed each day on the way home from school. Why was I so nervous? Or was it just excitement I felt? I seemed to have trouble breathing as I watched my mother walk swiftly across the Hotel parking lot and go inside. It was so quiet I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins. Thinking back now, I realize I was nervous about not being everything Mom needed me to be. She was turning to me for the sexual satisfaction that she craved so dearly and was depending on me to follow through. I mean, that is actually quite a lot of pressure if you think about it.

I have to tell you though, sitting in that Tahoe waiting for Mom to come back out; knowing that she would have a key to a room; and thinking about what we would be doing while the rest of the world was at work and school... it made my head spin.

Mom at last emerged from the lobby. She hurried across the parking lot, waving the key in the air. She was almost skipping.

God she was so cute.

She climbed in and I got a spectacular view of her legs as she situated herself in the seat. Mom didn't even notice how high her skirt was, she was so intent on driving us around to our room.

"I can't believe we're doing this again," she said. "It makes me feel so..." She shivered all over and started wiggling her butt in the seat.

I reached over and quickly squeezed her knee. I leaned more and slid my hand up and down her ultra smooth leg. Mom smiled even more.

I was so hard by this time that it was difficult to even get out! We went inside the building and I stepped up behind Mom as we got to our room and she paused to fit the keycard in the door. She pushed back into me for a few seconds when she felt my hard shaft rubbing against her ass through our clothes from behind.

We stepped inside and I immediately turned my mother around and started kissing her. She indulged me by kissing back for a few glorious seconds before she pulled away and put her finger to my lips.

"Patience, Baby, we have all afternoon."

I let out a breath that I did not realize I had been holding and watched as Mom slowly maneuvered around the room. She was showing off for me; teasing me. Bending slightly to examine this and reaching over to scrutinize that. Her legs were driving me crazy, as did the sight of her bare arms as she removed her jacket and carefully folded it over the chair in the corner

My balls were aching as Mom bent down to adjust the air conditioner. It was bordering on freezing in that room already. I could see the air blowing the loose strands of hair on the sides of her face. When she turned around, Mom's nipples were practically jutting through her silk blouse.

I made my way over to her and pinned her against the air conditioner so that she was almost sitting on the long unit. Again, when I kissed her she kissed me back hard, but only for a few seconds more this time.

She pushed me away with her hands and slithered away from me. I followed like a lost puppy dog as Mom made her way toward the bathroom. Just as I got ready to go in after her, she stepped back out, ice bucket in her hands.

"Do your mother a favor, Sweetie. Go get us some ice, please." She seemed absolutely delighted by my frustration.

"You are driving me crazy, Mom!" I groaned, taking the bucket from her hands.

"You think that's something? Just wait until you come back, Sweetheart."

The door closed gently in my face. I sighed and hurriedly went out to find the ice machine, leaving the door to the room unlocked.

I had to go down three separate corridors before I found that damned ice machine. As an afterthought, I turned back and bought her some Diet Cokes. Her favorite. I hurried back to the room, trailing ice as I went.

For a second I was horrified that I had forgotten the room number, but as I got closer to where I thought it was, I saw a pair of white lace panties hanging on the door knob. With shaking hands I carefully removed the panties and opened the door, half expecting to intrude on someone else!

I closed the door behind me and cautiously peered around the corner to the large king-sized bed. I found Mom sitting on the side of the bed, her gorgeous legs crossed, dangling her shoe as she watched me. That anklet made her leg look so sexy. Mom's hair was down now, just touching her shoulders as it framed her adorable face. Her blouse was unbuttoned almost halfway, allowing me to see her white satin bra. It was one of the most breathtaking sights imaginable.

Mom crooked her finger and motioned for me to come over to the bed. I quickly placed the bucket and sodas on the dresser and went over to stand in front of her. I absentmindedly dropped her panties to the floor as well. I was so turned on by her and so ready for this that I leaned down and started to push her back. Mom placed her hands on my chest and firmly pushed me back into a standing position.

Without speaking, and still looking up into my eyes grinning, Mom started unfastening my belt and jeans and then unzipping me. Her smooth, toned legs were on either side of me; her skirt just barely hiding her bare pussy from my view.

I groaned a sigh of relief as my mother reached in and freed my hard rod from my jeans, playfully pushing my jeans down to my knees at the same time. She finally broke eye contact as she began stroking me gently with both hands.

"You're Mommy's little stud muffin, aren't you?" she said in that same baby voice she used on my sister.

I didn't know if she was talking to me or my cock!

"I love my baby's cock!" she whispered, looking up at me again. "Want to feel this coming all inside me!"

She smiled more when I inhaled sharply at hearing her words. I was nearly shaking and time seemed to stand still; no noise, no anything as I watched my mother's small lips making their way slowly toward the tip of my cock. She was still stroking me, twisting her hands around me, allowing my head to peek through my foreskin for a second before hiding from her once again.

I had to place my hands on her shoulders to keep from falling when at last I felt Mom's lips kissing the slightly exposed head. More now, she was taking more of me as I stood in front of her, gripping her shoulders hard. Her lips made it a good two inches down and I felt her teeth lightly pressing below the large mushroom shaped head. I suddenly felt Mom's tongue working on the flesh that was peeking out from my foreskin. I inhaled sharply again as she started working that loose skin down, down, down with her tongue and teeth until the head was fully exposed.

Then the sucking began.

Mom still had both of her small hands on my shaft as she sucked and licked all over the head. I loved it when I caught glimpses of her pink tongue emerging from her lips on the underside of my shaft. I felt my cock jerk unexpectedly after she sucked especially hard. It had been nearly a week since I had come, and even I could feel the pre-cum just oozing out after that jerk. Mom licked all around my head repeatedly while humming, her eyes closed, as she continued stroking me with both hands.

She started taking more of me inside her mouth now; working her soft lips further and further until I was more than half way in. I could see much better this time than the night she had snuck into my room and done it in the dark. The sight was truly amazing. My own mother was trying to stuff my entire eight inches into her mouth. Her jaw was stretched wide so her teeth would not hurt me, and she now moved one hand down to me balls and massaged them as she continued bobbing her face forward and taking more of me inside her mouth.

Mom moved her other hand between her legs and started touching herself. I looked down and saw her fingers rubbing gently between her spread legs, her face contorted from both that and taking nearly my entire rod into her mouth by now.

With each forward motion of Mom's head, I could feel the top of her hot mouth rubbing along the front of my cock. When the sensation finally became soft again, I knew I was at the back of her throat.

That realization made my cock lurch again. More pre-cum oozed freely onto the back of her tongue. She just kept bobbing and sucking, licking and lightly chewing. I couldn't help from crying out and putting my hand on top of her head when I felt her lower teeth digging gently into the underside of my swollen shaft.

Mom backed off and sucked my head for a few more seconds and then released me from her mouth. She looked up at me, mouth glistening, lipstick completely gone now; her face flush and breathing heavy.

"God, I love my son in my mouth."

She let go of me and backed up onto the bed, but before she could do anything, my need to taste her overwhelmed me. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and then kneeled on the floor in front of her. I looked up and saw my mother looking down at me with surprise and lust filled eyes as I gently pushed her back and lifted her legs into the air.

I can not even begin to describe the intoxicating aroma of Mom's sex as I knelt there in front of her. It is a smell that to this day I can not get enough of.

My eyes glued to the wet folds between her legs, I reached back and removed Mom's shoes one by one. I bent her legs upward by gripping her ankles, allowing me to see even more of that beautiful spot between her legs. There was something that just made my cock lurch three or four times in rapid succession, as I remembered that this was the same pussy that I had emerged from so many years ago. To see it and smell it and taste it was beyond anything I could have imagined on my own.

I forced myself to turn my attention elsewhere for the moment, and started enjoying the feel of Mom's incredible legs bent in the air in front of me. She placed her small feet on my shoulders creating a V with her thighs. I started kissing her feet, one and then the other, making my way slowly up each of her legs. The feel of that sliver anklet and seeing it when I turned my face made my blood boil!

Mom lifted up onto her elbows and watched me intently; her son trailing kisses on the insides of her legs. While I was kissing one, she lifted the other foot and playfully pushed it through the hair on top of my head. I smiled and lifted the one leg higher, using my tongue to probe behind her knee. Mom squirmed and tried to put her leg down, laughing softly. I would have to remember that sensitive spot in the future.

As Mom saw my face inching closer and closer to the warm wetness between her legs, she allowed herself to rest back on the bed and just wait. I could see her gripping the blanket, her knuckles turning white. Her back was slightly arched and her eyes were closed.

I was well past kissing the insides of each thigh by that time, and was now nibbling gently with my teeth and using my tongue on that sensitive spot right where the top of her thigh ended. She could no doubt feel my breath on her pussy, but I was not quite there yet. She squirmed again and lifted her crotch toward my face, but I held her in place firmly as I sucked and chewed, oh so close.

"Am I OK? Are you sure I am OK down there?" she asked, almost whimpering.

I moved my face directly between her legs and inhaled her sweet, tangy scent so deep I had to close my eyes. I gave her one swipe of my tongue and she cried out.

"You smell incredible."

"Are you sure?" she gasped. "You don't have to do that if I am not..."

I licked her again and buried my nose in her mound taking the deepest breath I could and inhaled her scent once more.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Yes!"

I moved to the spot between her pussy and her other thigh instead. She let me nibble and lick there for only a few seconds.

"Oh geez, Baby! Please!" she groaned again.

With one motion, I ended my mother's pleading along with my need to take care of her completely.

I buried my tongue between the already wet lips of her pussy, immediately licking in broad strokes one second and then dipping my tongue inside her the next. Mom arched her back and pushed her head hard into the mattress. She inhaled so sharply it was almost like I had burned her with my tongue!