Son shares the bed with mom, the surf pounds along with his heart, It is the middle of the night and Jon Mason returns from the bathroom. Sara sleeps on her back and the bright moonlight filters through the curtains casting a soft glow across her body. Through the open window, he can hear the roar of the surf. The sheet, wadded and tossed towards the bottom of the bed, leaves just one of her feet covered.
He stands beside the bed with one hand resting on the headboard and marvels at how beautiful she is. At fifty-nine, her beauty rivals that of women a third her age. Her hair is long, straight, and the beautiful gray some women’s hair becomes. Neither care that he is thirty-three years younger than she is. Neither care that she is his mother.
With each breath, her sumptuous breasts rise and fall. Her slim stomach and lovely mound remain covered with his orgasm. Her long slender legs lay spread apart, one knee slightly cocked to the side.
Jon stands for a few minutes just watching, his erection again begging for release, bobbing up and down occasionally, sometimes casting a shadow across her face as if it were making love to her mouth. He does not touch himself and instead, he saves it for her. He knows it will not be long.
Her arm reaches out slowly. Softly, her long fingers stroke the underside of his cock.
“I missed you. I missed this lovely cock.”
“I know Mom. I had to…”
She interrupts and whispers. “I love the warmth of you next to me on a cool night. You’re the perfect thing to cover me with.”
Her fingers touch him all along his shaft as it rises and falls, and then she touches the large smooth head with a single finger.
“For some reason, I love this part the most.”
She continues touching just the head, then her thumb slides over it once or twice before touching that tender place just under the tip. It is the hair-trigger for him. The one that will make him fire, shoot, unload. Her head moves a little, just enough to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. He feels her suck and lick that wonderful spot with her lips and her tongue.
It is just a reflex movement, but his cock jerks upward and away from her lips. “No Jon.” He senses her disappointment. It falls back down, where it had been. “Much better.” She resumes her kissing.
His hand tightens on the headboard. His legs grow a little weaker. She senses his growing discomfort. “Lay next to me.” She pats the sheet and slides towards the other side of the bed. He lies down and moves next to her. His hand rests on her mound. A finger slides gently through her labia until it pulls her clit up.
She gasps as he first touches it. “I love that,” she whimpers.
His thumb touches opposite the finger and grasps her clit. “Me too. One of my favorite places on your body.”
She kisses his mouth. Her tongue is deep inside, probing for his. They find, touch, and rub against each other. Seconds, maybe minutes, maybe longer, pass as their tongues make love to each other. She stops, and then sucks his lower lip between hers, then into her mouth. Her teeth nibble. She sucks it deeper. She lets go and nibbles more.
“You’re the best kisser Mom.” His hand slides up her stomach, and rests on her breast. A finger darts around and over the nipple. The dark pink nipple grows and hardens under his touch.
“Nice,” is all she says. She grasps the other breast and kneads it.
He lean down and sucks. She gasps. He pulls more of her breast into his mouth. She moans. The sound is louder than the ocean. He swats and bats at the nipple with his tongue. She moans again. His cock rests against the top of her hip, pulsing, tapping as it rises and falls, almost like it is gently knocking on a door, begging to enter a warm inviting place. He strains to look up at her without losing contact with her breast. While fondling the other breast, her fingers stroke against his face. Her lips pucker as she blows a kiss.
“I’m so wet. Fill me with your warm smooth cock. Make me overflow with your cum. I need you to fuck your Mother. Ride me hard, my Son and my lover, ride me hard. Fuck me like you did earlier.”
Her legs spread wider and he moves between them. A glow, a smile, fills her face. All the foreplay, all the touches, were good. This was what she l-o-v-e-s the most, and he too.
“Right there, just slide it back and forth a little. Oh when that swollen head slides over my clit … like that … just like that…”
Jon can tell from the now so familiar expression on her face, she is basking in the warmth of a pleasurable experience, one that he can only wonder what it might be like. For her, it will last until long after they stop. He continues to let the head of his cock massage the entrance of her pussy. Her hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing it, rubbing it. Her face contorts and twists. Her breathing stops and then becomes labored. She bites her lower lip. A loud, “Ah-h-h,” echoes though the room. Her orgasm comes, peaks, and wanes.
“It was so wonderful.” That is her endearing way of letting him know he can now enjoy his orgasm.
She sits up and leans over his cock, covered in both of their fluids. “The best part of your body. Well one of them.” She takes his still erect cock and begins sucking the whole thing into her mouth. He watches as her lips slide along the taught skin. She gulps as his cum fills her mouth. She kisses his mouth and he tastes himself. He wipes away a small amount as it dribbles from the corner of her mouth.
They lay next to each other, the fronts of their bodies pressing together, their nipples touching, their lips resting on each other, their fingers touching, touching everywhere.
“I’ve never felt love so wonderful as with you Mom. Never.”
He lies and watches as she drifts back to sleep. To him, she is so sexy, so dreamy. He loves to look at her, awake or asleep. Even asleep, she exudes sensual beauty and raw sexual passion.
Once she is asleep, Jon lays on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, thinking about how lucky he is to have found a woman that shares so many of the same feelings he has, and visa versa.
*
Jon’s parents married later in life than most people do. He was born that same year. Growing up, Jon’s Dad had been one of those ‘my way or the highway’ kind of men. For years he thought that was the way men just were. As he grew older and visited friends homes, he started comparing other men with his Dad. Not all of them acted as his Dad did towards members of their families.
He did not really ‘date’ until he was in college and never had a chance to do much more than kiss, actually just an occasional peck, until he moved far away from home after graduation.
Jon met Sue at the lake. His eyes fluttered in the bright sunlight and she was standing next to him.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she looked at his swimsuit. She did not wait for an invitation and sat on the edge of his beach towel. In a velvet soft voice, she murmured, “Were you dreaming about me?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. He knew there was not much he could do about it and chose to sit.
“That’s too bad. Now it is gone.”
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