Chapter 11

At Christmas, inspired, I remembered a Christmas fifteen years ago with my grandparents and I went to the storeroom in the back of the house and brought up an old Christmas tree that we had first used when I came on vacation from High School. It was an old artificial tree, in a place full of live pines, which had grown old with. Mom; it was still packed full of old ornaments and lights. We, Natasha and me, spent that evening putting it up and we thoroughly enjoyed decorating the tree as we silently recalled ( each for different motives) special memories evoked by specific ornaments and of hilarious disasters involving the tree and our efforts to decorate it in our youth. Miraculously the lights were still in a working state the first time we plugged them in. Natasha was delighted and clapped her hands and jumped up and down like a child; she isn't a child and I couldn't help but notice how her breasts bounced enticingly under her blouse.

After dinner we turned off all the other lights and cuddled up on the couch a blanket draped over us. Mom's body was pressed firmly up against mine, and I could feel her breasts move as she breathed. We held hands and once in a while, Mom would squeeze my hand and I would look at her only to find her staring intently at me. I asked myself, "Had she recognized ne; does she know who I am?" I answered myself, "No, that's not possible"; anyway a chill ran through my body.

During most of those intense moments, we would kiss, sometimes chastely, sometimes with the passion that only lovers ever experience, and back to watch our tree. She had some Christmas music playing softly on the stereo. And Natasha, my mom, her feet curled up beneath her, leaned into me, my arm around her and her head on my shoulder. "This is so perfect" she said softly. "This is so..."

"Romantic?" I suggested, pulling her against me.

"Yes, romantic" she replied, looking up into my eyes. "This is how I always wanted Christmas to be like, cuddled up on the couch with the man I love, but ... well, you know how it is, it hasn't been like this for a long time now" She left the rest unsaid.

"Yes, I know, and now I guess you'll have to make do with me" I said it kind of jokingly, but also realizing she might take it as if I was flirting.

"Actually, John, I like being with you. You had always being respectful exactly what I like. I can't imagine anyone I'd rather be with right now. Thank you for this". She rose up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth. "I love you, like a son."

Natasha gasped a little and for a moment as I pulled slightly back, she looked as if she might kiss me back, we just gazed at each other for a long time, the air was full of erotic tension; and finally, she smiled at me and leaned into me again, putting her head on my chest. "It's very romantic," she whispered and then she fell silent and the tension slowly drained away. The moment was wonderful and romantic and we watched our blinking Christmas tree for a long time, content to be in each other's arms.

At the time, from the onset, when I first figured it out, at least in my mind, that she was attracted to me, it was something, not for desired, less unexpected. I wasn't waiting it, it was something I was not expecting at that moment but, at the same time, it had been in my mind for so very long that I congratulated she felt that way about me, and expressed this depth interest in being with me.

She asked if I would like to see a movie, I said yes and she looked for and found a chick flick she liked; Natasha went to got ready for bed. I changed into some boxer shorts and a T-shirt. Natasha came out wearing only a nice sweatshirt, looking sexy as hell as it showed off part of her shapely legs and was just long enough to make me wonder what she had on underneath. After the movie, we watched the news, the weatherman gleefully predicting another five or six inches of snow overnight. She was touching me all over, while drinking and cuddling together, further exploring the boundaries, suddenly the TV went blank, the snow had apparently cut the reception.

And then I tuned the radio into a station playing slow blues and jazz Christmas music.

"Mmmm, I like this music, John," She said, swaying a little in time to the tune.

I smiled and replied, "Would you like to dance?"

She grinned from ear to ear. "I'd love to, John!" I turned off the lights on the Christmas tree lights and took her by the hand and walked her to the middle of the room in front of the blinking fireplace. She put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly moved to the music.

As the melodies flowed out the radio, Mom rested her head against my chest and whispered, "I love you, John"

I wanted to cry "I'm not John, I'm your son" My heart felt like it would burst and I whispered back, "I love you, Natasha"

Mom sighed and pressed herself more snugly against me. She lifted her head to look me in the face, her eyes glittering with love and I think desire. "Whatever we are, whatever we become, I'll always love you. Never forget that, John."

I could barely make my voice rise above a whisper, "I won't. I love you so much, Natasha, you cannot know how much I do." We continued dancing, our movements slow and steady, almost melding into one being, and both our hearts beating at the same rhythm. I pulled Natasha, my mom, more tightly against me, relishing her warmth, her softness against my body. My hands seemed to slowly stray downwards, finding their way underneath her sweatshirt until almost with a start, I realized I was holding my mother by her bare ass cheeks. Her skin was soft and hot to the touch. I slowly realized I was as hard as a rock, my cock pressing against Natasha's stomach.

The only hurdle remaining was to make love; and so my heart beat faster, with each step, drawing us closer to her bed and the moment where I would cross the line, a line I dreamed to cross, but I never thought I would ever approach.

In the few steps it took for us to reach her bedroom, my mind began racing, as I thought about how very surreal this all was. Natasha was my mother, and she was someone whom I had been in love with for a long time now. In all this time we hadn't really touched each other, here and there sometimes a brushing of hands, on rare occasions, a touch on my shoulder or arm when she wished to call my attention and point out something that she did not understand in the accounts, today had been the first time touching had had a different meaning, in one way had been, but it was not, a sort of flirting; as if we had been trying to discern if this was what we really wanted.

"I'm going to give you an around the world tour, if that is Ok with you, would you like it?" I asked Natasha, my unsuspecting mother.

"I, I ... I don't know what it is, maybe"

It was clear her uncertainty, beyond her elegant figure, her offhand attitude, that of a sophisticated woman of the world, she hadn't stopped being inside her a teenager from a rural world; her amatory experience was, apparently, not very extensive, my father, who was a great scientist, was probably an average lover. A thought flashed across my mind that made me smile inwardly. Surely my father hadn't had a professor at the University as good as Melanie; who had a master degree in "Loving 101", "102", etc, etc.

While Natashaa stepped over to the dresser, placing her wine glass atop it, I walked to the nightstand by the bed, setting mine there; and just as she was about to turn, I went to her from behind, placing my hands on her shoulders. She leaned back to me her head on my chest, I tilted her head to the side, and then I pulled her long hair back and aside and started kissing and licking her neck with the tip of my tongue, as my hands slipped around her chest, where they began delicately manipulating and caressing her breasts.

She moaned in arousal, and the delicate tips of her breasts began to stiffen and to get hard as if they were stone pebbles, at the same time she slide her right hand down between us and began strumming my bulge over my shorts, and at the same time she arched her back backward to meet my shaft rubbing away at her derriere and began to moan and cry out softly in pleasure. Natasha slid her hand under the fabric of my boxer and caressed the inside of my right thigh as my cock throbbed harder and I felt a patina of sweat on my palms as I caressed her breasts.

I heard Natasha let out a low moan, and she ran her left hand down to the small of my back and pressed on it, urging me to push myself harder against her. I ran my right hand down to her ass and stroked it, then grabbed it hard and holding her tighter, I began to lift her sweatshirt up her torso and press against her with more force, feeling my cock move about and poke into the crack of her bare ass as I thrust my hips.

I unravelled our arms from each other and took off my shorts and then I pushed her gently to the bed and made her lay on her stomach in the bed.

"John" she whispered with trembling voice as she lay at my disposal not knowing what the meaning of an --around the world-- was. "Please be gentle with me, I don't want to be hurt"

"Don't worry my love, this is all about pleasure, I love you too much to hurt you in anyway "I tried to reassure her.

She was a tall and statuesque woman and over the bed, the long length of her naked back stretched from her head to her waist, her long and graceful neck and along the center, directly over her spine, a deep valley ran between the muscles in her back, rising and disappearing into her slender asscheeks. From there down, the same valley sank into the deep crack that ended in a beautiful pair of long tanned legs. I was mesmerized, there were no marks except for a tiny thong line, the rest of her unblemished body was beautifully tanned to perfection, and my memory went back to two similar mementos in my life; ten years ago to this same body to which I was applying sun screen at my parents poolside, little more than one year back to a similar and beautiful body. It was Melanie's body.

She sighed profoundly with contentment and confidence and sank further into the bed mattress. I ran my hands up along her back, astounded at the silky smoothness of her skin, the unblemished surface burning to my touch. I don't remember how long I was stroking her back and neck, sliding my hands down to the curve of her ass, cupping her round cheeks in my palms.

I allowed my fingers to drift down, along the cleft between her cheeks and touched very lightly the star of her asshole and felt her twitch as my fingers passed softly over it. Then I moved them down, stroking her inner thighs and she widened her legs for me to gain greater access. Again my memories came back.

I stroked downwards, and my fingers ran along the outer fold of her labia, her pussy-lips were very wet and I took her fluids with the tip of my fingers. I ran them up to her perineum, to the star of her ass and I tickled the rim letting it moist, and then I went back down, moving my fingers inwards a fraction, repeating this, moving them in a little more each time until I had stroked the full width of her pussy lips and eventually came to my target. At last I ran a finger directly up over the closed slit of her pussy. Her fluids had by now filled her and leaked out and my fingertip was coated as I ran it along the slit. Natasha moaned and lifted her hips backward.

Finally, I couldn't hold myself back any longer; and I started to fulfill my promise, I was going to give her a saliva bath with my lips and tongue; I was going to make the tour around my world, her body. Kneeling on the floor, I spread her legs wide and my hot mouth once more found her sex, and it found her hot, wet and willing.

My hands, lips and tongue, roamed over the back of her gorgeous body from neck to thighs as I licked her into a steamy simmer, still on my knees I continued to lap at her exquisite body living her humid with a trail of saliva, my hands stroking the back of her thighs and over her hips, and then onto her ass cheeks, caressing, squeezing, pushing together and pulling gently apart. She pushed forward onto her forearms as my fingers trailed up and down along her legs, from her ankles slowly along her inner thigh to dip into the wet heat of her.

Natasha groaned as my lips left a trail of wetness, moving slowly across her soft ass cheeks. She knew where this was heading and she trembled in anticipation. She couldn't know that I would take my time and draw out my and her pleasure.

I chuckled as I watched this beautiful woman squirm in front of me. I was learning to love teasing her. With Natalie I would, sometimes, take an hour or more to build up to the final act. She had made become a master at slow, sensual seduction.

"Oh God, sweetie," Natasha moaned. "Please!"

Her mind was a fog of lusty arousal as she surrendered to the sensations I was giving her, my probing fingers, my hot breath on her thigh, my moist lips and wet tongue sliding completely over her hot body and preferably on her ass cheeks. She just gave in to it, sought the pleasure in every touch. When I raised her hand to her asscheeks she instinctively raised the other with it, and spread her cheeks as my tongue trailed from the base of her spine and down between.

She shuddered and moaned when the probing tip of my tongue found her puckered hole and swirled around it, my fingers still thrusting gently into her hungry sex. Her face pressed into the mattress now and she rocked her hips back at to me as I trailed a finger over her clit that sent a jolt right through to her sizzling core.

My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her brain. Her hands fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails. Her moans were constant, muffled by the mattress as she rocked back and forth as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, her own fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, yes, yessss," she gasped, already pushing up her buttocks, unable to stop herself as her lust filled and debauched mind took total control of her body. She felt her insides stretching, opening as my tongue worked in deeper and deeper, until my chin sat snugly against the back of her hand that she was fingering herself deeply with.

I bit her soft flesh gently, leaving teeth marks on the white skin. Then I sat back slightly and paused for a moment to take in the view in front of me. My mother's firm buttocks were perfect; and my hands trembled as I reached out and caressed the soft skin, I saw goose bumps rise on her ass cheeks and then run down the back of her thighs. Slowly, I opened her cheeks again.

We moaned at the same time as mother's tiny rose was exposed. I loved looking at her puckered little hole. It was wrinkled and pale pink; Natasha couldn't stop her hips from squirming as she felt her—what was him to her: lover, husband to be, trustworthy employee, one night stand -- adoring eyes centered on her most private place. Suddenly, she could feel again his hot breath on her pulsing hole. It was getting very warm in the room.