Chapter 5

We took a lot of chances over the rest of that summer; the last before I went away to school. Even that in itself caused us both a lot of grief. I tried to talk her into letting me go to the local community college for the next few semesters at least, but she adamantly refused. I know now that I was head over heels for her, and it makes me wonder whether I would have had more normal relationships in college had those things never happened between us. As it was though, I felt so guilty about looking at other girls, that I only went out a few times with anyone else and never did much more than make out.

We talked on the phone weekly; sometimes more. The sound of her voice would make my heart start beating faster and give me those familiar stirrings down there all over again. If she could manage it, she'd make me come while talking to her on the phone at night.

I think it was also because she was an older, sexy woman too. I tended to compare her to the few nicer looking professors I had, and there were a couple that gave Mom a run for her money. But then I would come back to the fact that it was actually "Mom" and my mind would go numb. I think that is the real reason we all view it as wrong. If everyone had a relationship that made them that crazy, I don't think anything would ever get done in this world!

Don't know where to continue really, so I guess anywhere will do. The first Thanksgiving I came back home, I remember I still had that piece of shit Honda that I'd worked so hard for. It was cold, and the heater barely worked, so I kept myself warm thinking about reconnecting with my Mom, so to speak. I don't even remember the drive home. I just remember how anxious I became the closer I got to the house.

Mom had told me that Dad would be hunting like he and his buddies always did right before the holiday, and he'd be coming home the next day. I made a point to pack my car the night before Thanksgiving break and head out on the six hour drive before dawn. I was stiff and bleary eyed when I pulled into the driveway, but the feeling of being home after three months was enough to wake me up.

When I saw her, I could suddenly feel the blood pounding in my head.

Mom was standing at the front door looking every bit as stunning as I'd remembered her. She had on this baggy sweater with a god-awful orange turkey knitted on the front. It was cute in a corny way, because she always wore tacky stuff like that around the holidays. She was smiling from ear to ear, her hair pulled back, little silver hoop earrings like she loved. She just watched me and laughed at all the fumbling I was doing grabbing a few things from the car.

I was actually nervous again around her. She knew it, and she seemed to love it. I made my way up the stairs and Mom opened the storm door for me. She just kept smiling and looked me straight in the eyes as I stepped inside. I could see now that she had tight gray leggings and thick wooly socks to complete her ensemble. It wasn't an outfit that was meant to be sexy, yet she looked like she'd stepped right out of a magazine to me. I got so hard I could barely walk into the living room to put my stuff down. I took my coat and gloves off and then turned to look at her, heart racing.

I saw Mom was leaning against the inside door, which she had closed behind me. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and took a deep breath, but didn't come over to me. Her hands were flat against the wooden door, leg bent with one foot pressed against the bottom. The pose made her boobs press out against the baggy sweater which lifted just enough for me to see the waistband on her leggings, with her soft welcoming midriff. I thought I could see her nipples popping through, but that had to be my imagination considering how big that sweater was.

I smiled at her, not knowing what to say. "So..."

"Yea... So..." She responded, tilting her head back so that it pressed against the door.

I glanced around the room, looking for any sign that Dad was still there, even though his truck was not in the driveway.

"He's gone until tomorrow, Sweetie."

She always knew exactly what I was thinking. The only woman I have been with who could do that. I felt my mouth going dry, and quickly liked my lip and swallowed. "Yea, I thought you mentioned that..."

Her smile was now not as prominent as she started to chew on her bottom lip and watched me approach her, very slowly. I didn't make eye contact with her. I don't know why. I just felt embarrassed or nervous or something all of a sudden. I placed my hands on her hips and saw that my fingers were shaking slightly. When she slid her arms around me and placed them softly on my rear, I caught a whiff of her perfume and it nearly knocked me out. I hadn't smelled anyone at school that wore anything remotely similar — something that I was actually glad of to be honest.

I felt her forehead press against mine and the tips of our noses touched. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

"It's so good to have my baby home."

I groaned, not realizing how I'd been waiting for her to say something like that. She took the cue and dug her fingernails into my ass through my jeans.

"This is right where you belong; you know that, don't you? In my arms?" She hooked one leg behind mine and pressed herself hard against me. "Between my legs..."

"Yes," I whispered.

She backed her face away and arched her eyebrows, as if waiting for something. I grinned and felt myself getting warm in the face.

"Yes... I need my Mother, just... like... this." I had grabbed her ass with both hands and ground my hips against hers as hard as I could when I said it.

Now it was her turn to groan. Next thing I know, her mouth was covering mine, her tongue pushing its way firmly between my lips. I could think of nothing else at the moment except to kiss her back; this woman who had taken care of and nurtured me all my life; and then of course, brought me to age sexually.

Mom brought her hands up to the back of my head and devoured my lips. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had made a point of not jacking off for over a week. I had wanted to go a whole month, but the more I thought of her, the more frustrated I got, and I just couldn't help myself.

I gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled both her legs up around my waist, where she wrapped them snug around me. After a minute it became difficult standing where we were, so I stumbled toward the couch in the living room; my mother chewing and sucking on my lips and tongue the entire way. She was whimpering as I sat her down on the couch, grinding into me as best she could.

I kneeled on the floor in front of the couch, Mom's legs now hooked loosely around my thighs. I felt her feet pressing into the backs of my shoes as I broke our kiss and straightened up to look down at her. She looked wanton. There was no other word for it.

The area all around her lips was wet and pink from our kissing; her lips were actually puffier than normal. As I slid my hands up inside her sweater, Mom lifted her arms and draped them above her onto the back of the couch. She was watching me intently, and I quickly discovered why when my palms were met with bare flesh all the way to her neck.

"Geez, Mom! You're not wearing anything," I groaned.

She just smiled and arched her back, causing her boobs to push harder into my hands. "Didn't want anything coming between me and my Baby Boy," she cooed.

I leaned down and kissed her roughly before pushing that baggy sweater up over those two perfect globes. I didn't even look at her; I just started to suck on them; first one and then the other. Her nipples became engorged as I pushed my tongue across them one at a time, and then finally settled down to chew and suck on just one — the way she had taught me so well.

She smelled incredible. I found her perfume stronger now that I had my face buried in her chest, but there was more too. It was her scent. The "motherly" scent I remembered growing up whenever she gave me a hug, or when she had been working out in the garden perspiring just a little. I have never smelled another woman like that.

Mom had her legs up now, a little sock-encased foot framing each of my hips. This basically spread her wide open down there, and not surprisingly, whenever I lifted my face for a moment I could smell her sweet scent wafting up from there as well. It made me want to attack her breasts with a renewed vigor, even as I put my own throbbing cock out of my mind.

I bit down around her nipple especially hard, even for me; and Mom cried out and grabbed the back of my hair with her hand. I was about to pull off and apologize for getting carried away, but she shoved her breast against my mouth while pulling my head down. Encouraged now, knowing that I still had what it took to make Mom crazy, I started chewing hard again; capturing her nipple between my teeth gently and then pressing the swollen bud hard against the inside of my teeth — back and forth, up and down, until Mom was almost crying.

"Ah, God!" she gasped after only a few seconds of this, arching into me, and sinking further down into the couch.

I quickly slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her furiously. I think it caught her by complete surprise, because she nearly came up off of the couch for a moment and grabbed at the cushions beside us.

I just watched her face contorting in pleasure, amazed and in awe that I could still do this for her. My own mother. God it made me insane!

When she finally resorted to just humping my hand slowly and gyrating her hips, I moved to her other breast and gently sucked and nibbled there. Mom pushed her hands through my hair and started kissing the top of my head. She just laid there patiently as I kissed and licked her rosy bud, attempting to capture as much into my mouth as possible.

"Mommy doesn't have any more milk in there, Baby," she said, laughing softly.

I grinned, not realizing until then that three months ago - the last time we had done this - she still had the last of her breast-milk there. Then I suddenly realized that my little sister was around someplace. I jerked up and stared into her eyes before looking around.

"Sshhh," she said. "She's asleep upstairs." Mom held my face in her hands and lifted up enough to kiss me. "Now hurry up and show Mommy how glad you are to be home!"

She giggled as I stood up and sent her arms and legs flopping down onto the couch and floor. Mom just stared into my eyes resisting the urge to look at my body as I undid my jeans and pushed them, as well as my shorts down with one swift motion.

"There's my boy!" she said, finally allowing herself to take in the sight of my cock; so thick and hard just for her.

Before I could react, Mom was sitting up and gripping my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. I watched with open mouth and wide eyes as the tip of her little pink tongue snaked out and swabbed all around the tip. And then, just like that, I was inside the most perfect mouth in all creation.

I was so full from not coming in a week that my cock lurched hard and I thought I had lost it. And perhaps I did, just a little, because I felt a gush of pre-cum almost squirt right out onto Mom's tongue. I saw her nostrils flare and her sucking increase as she coaxed my juice out; while at the very same moment, her nails dug into the flesh surrounding my balls.

After a minute, Mom backed off and pressed my cock against my stomach, and then swiftly engulfed my left ball — the supersensitive one - right into her warm mouth. She knew what that did to me! I nearly lost my balance and gently held on to the top of her head to steady myself; my own head tossed back with eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes and started to lower my face, I got the scare of my life! I tried to kneel down, but Mom misunderstood. She pulled me forward so that her back was bent awkwardly on the seat and back of the couch, and so I was sort of kneeling in front of her face. I leaned on the back of the couch and tried to hide my face from the very open window in the living room. Thank God we were much higher than the sidewalk or she could have seen everything!

"Mom!" I hissed. She finally let my balls pop out of her mouth, but kept on stroking me.

"What is it?" she said, frowning severely now.

"What's her name is out there! Walking her dog in front of our house!" I said through clenched teeth. She had seen me and was waving in my direction with a friendly smile. I strained not to look too distracted, occupied, rude!

Mom didn't bat an eye, but she did stare right into mine as I looked down at her while trying to pull away. She refused to let go and I found my cock, which was still surprisingly hard, back inside her mouth. My shaft jerked again as Mom's fist twisted around it and pumped me back and forth while she sucked me.

I allowed myself to get lost in the sensation of Mom pumping me and swirling her tongue all over me for a couple of minutes, while I pretended the grimace on my face was due to looking for something behind the couch. Cautiously, I lifted my head to peer out the window, hoping that the neighbor was gone - but alas, she was now having an entire fucking conversation with someone else from down the street. And still in front of our house for Christ's sake!

I felt Mom chuckle as I flattened my forehead to the back of the couch again and looked at her: mouth full of my cock, even though it was only half way in. I pulled away with all my strength and left Mom laying there all sunk in on the couch. Making sure I kept my head down, I bent as best I could and grabbed her waistband with both hands, and yanked her leggings down. Which was precisely when I discovered that she had indeed left nothing between her and her "Baby Boy."

Seeing her with no panties on — her musky scent filling my nose and clouding my senses, I couldn't help but bury my face between her legs. It was like heaven. As my tongue sank deep inside her, I knew this is what it meant to come home. Her taste and smell was better than I had remembered. So wet from coming already, it made her taste that much sweeter, that much stronger. I couldn't get enough.

I was literally going mad with lust for her. I felt lightheaded from the long drive and the lack of sleep, but mostly, because I was buried nose deep between my mother's warm inviting legs.

Mom was unable to lift her legs up like she wanted because her leggings were still bunched around her ankles, stuck on her socks. She groaned and cursed, trying to kick the silly things off, to no avail. I was too ravenous to stop though. Capturing her clit between my lips and flicking roughly with my tongue, Mom thrashed around and managed to get her knees locked against my shoulders. It was enough to push me away forcefully. She immediately sat up and stripped my shirt off, baring my chest, while I worked her leggings and socks off the rest of the way. She kissed me hard and then pulled away, laughing just as fast.

Now that she was freed from everything from the waist down, Mom spread her legs and held onto them behind the knees. I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. Mom's ass was almost to the edge of the couch, her head and neck bent almost painfully it looked like, against the lower back of the couch as she held herself open for me.

"Ah!" she cried, as I slid my cock inside her for the first time in months. Her legs caught on my arms when she let go of them, and she reached around to grab my ass with both hands.

"My God, Mom! You're so... tight..." I gasped. I was only halfway in and already having trouble.

"Always... for my son!"

I pulled back, but not very far because Mom would not let up on her grip very much before pulling me back in.

"I saved myself... for you," she moaned. "For my baby..."

I looked at her not believing what I'd heard, all the while straining to get the last few inches inside her.

She looked unbelievable scrunched up like that beneath me. Her legs were spread wide, her sweater bunched up above her breasts, her skin glistening and turning a bright pink on her face and neck and chest. I didn't know how to respond and she saw it.