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I woke up early the next morning, my body clock still used to the early rising of university life. I tried to make as little noise as possible as I poured myself cereal while making a coffee at the same time. I wasn’t surprised to see Mum wander in while I was pouring the water into my mug.
“Coffee?” I asked.
She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me, somewhat awkwardly. “Thanks. I’d love one.”
I poured her a coffee, taking it to the table with my own and cereal as she made some toast. She eventually joined me and we sat in relative silence. I wasn’t feeling awkward, considering what happened last night, and whenever our eyes met, she just returned a grin that lit up her face.
“What are your plans for today?” she asked once we’d finished.
“I was thinking of heading to the local gym for a session.”
“Hold fire on that. You won’t have to join one.”
“Why?”
“I’ll show you in a minute. Any other plans?”
I shrugged. “Not really. Just hang out around here.”
“No plans to catch up with old friends?”
“Maybe. Lot of them have long term girlfriends or young families nowadays. Hard to organise things sometimes. I have plenty of time.”
“So I may have you all to myself?”
I couldn’t help the grin. “Sounds like it.”
She grabbed me by the hand and led me to what I knew was the garage. Before opening the door, she told me to close my eyes. Doing so, I heard the door open and she guided me down the two steps before telling me to open them. I had to admit I was startled.
“That’s why my car is parked outside. And why your Mum looks so…”
She looked at me to finish. “Hot?”
She smiled again, the type of smile which made my heart flutter, because all I truly wanted to do was make her happy. Yeah, pathetic, but she’s Mum. “Anyway, I generally use the treadmill or cross-fit trainer. But I know you love using a rowing machine so I bought one just for you.”
“Thanks. That’s… Thanks.”
“I also have some free weights. Not sure if that’s your thing but they’re there if you want to use them.”
“This is great, Mum.”
“I’m going to get changed and have a workout. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
“I’ll do that.”
Changing into a simple pair of sweatpants, having to dig through my bag to find a pair, spending a few more minutes actually unpacking it so I didn’t have to keep doing it, I wandered back into the gym to see Mum was already on the cross-fit trainer. Dressed in nothing but a sports bra and lycra shorts, her hair tied up, I couldn’t help but ogle her arse. She must have sensed my presence as she simply glanced my way and smiled. I watched her work out for at least a few more minutes and she said nothing to stop me. My mother has a fantastic arse, something I could watch all day.
After a quick warm-up, just some general calisthenics, I sat down on the rowing machine, turning it on and switched to one of the built in programs. I chose one that would give me a serious workout. I wanted to feel the burn. I had some music programmed through my phone, attaching that to my bicep and I got to work. I was quickly in the groove and tried not to watch the numbers, instead switching off my mind and trying to not think about anything. Of course, that always failed. I used to think about coursework all the time. Now I simply thought about the woman behind me.
A ten-kilometre row would leave anyone with aching muscles and I was bathed in sweat by the time I finished. Mum walked back into the room as I was getting up, handing me an energy drink. I took off the top and drank down half the bottle as I felt her eyes roam over my body.
“You definitely look after yourself, Andrew. All that rowing?”
“Something like that.”
She stepped towards me and ran a hand up and down my right bicep, up and over my shoulder and down my back, surprised considering I was covered in sweat. Her hair was still wet from her own exertions, her cheeks flushed and a slight sheen to her own body. Even with all that, she looked stunning and I guess I had a look in my eye as she simply grinned.
I don’t know if it was the adrenaline still flowing my veins, maybe even the testosterone of my exertions filtering through me, perhaps it was the pheromones from my mother after her workout. But there was a part of me that just… wanted her badly. I stepped forward as she stepped back, our foot movements in opposition until her back hit the wall. She cocked her head to the side and the same grin remained. I looked her up and down and I had to resist tearing her clothes off. Instead, I simply leaned forward and lightly kissed her again, wanting to know what reaction I would get.
I got the reaction I wanted as her lips opened and it wasn’t long until she introduced her tongue. I can say right now that my mother is an excellent kisser. I wrapped an arm around her waist as I felt her hands explore my body and I wasn’t surprised when one of them ended up near the band of my sweatpants.
I couldn’t help the gasp when her hand eventually found its way to my already erect cock, giving it a gentle squeeze which sent a shudder down my spine and caused my mother to giggle.
“My boy has a big cock,” she whispered as I found her lips again. I just wanted to kiss her.
Then she started to stroke me with her right hand while she used her left hand to get my sweatpants out of the way, pooling at my feet. It didn’t take long before I was moaning into her mouth and, unlike the night before, I wasn’t going to break the kiss first or ask her to stop. I was left with the feeling she definitely wasn’t going to stop as she continued to pump my cock. And it wasn’t long until I felt that old familiar feeling.
“I’m going to cum, Mum,” I said quietly, finally breaking our kiss.
“Then cum for me, baby.”
I groaned again as I soon blasted hot cum over her stomach once again, one, two, three then four long streaks that nearly reached her sports bra. My legs almost buckled underneath me. “Jesus fuck… That was… I mean…”
“Incapable of speech?” I couldn’t help but nod. Then she did something which surprised me, scooping up one of the lines of cum on her stomach, looking at it in her hand, meeting my eyes before she put it in her mouth.
Yep, things were definitely getting interesting.
I took in a few deep breaths, letting my heart rate calm down and then the realisation of what happened hit me like a tonne of bricks. I’d wanted what just happened but… what just happened was… And Mum seemed to realise immediately. She gently caressed my cheek as she said “Go and clean yourself up, Andrew.”
I grabbed my sweatpants and, before walking out, I made sure I kissed her. “That was… fun, Mum. But…” I started, giving her a grin but she could obviously read my eyes.
She simply stroked my cheek again before kissing me lightly on the lips. “I know. Now scoot, I need to wash your cum off my body. Again.”
I didn’t purposely avoid my mother the rest of the day but I spent most of the day in my room, not doing anything particular as my mind raced at a million miles an hour. We did enjoy a spot of lunch together, and I spent most of the time regaling her with stories of my time at university, causing her to laugh quite a lot, which heartened me as I loved hearing her laugh. But, otherwise, she left me alone.
We enjoyed dinner once the sun had gone done, cracking open a bottle of wine as we did, continuing to discuss anything except what I guess may have been on both our minds. I still didn’t really understand what the hell had gone on though I had wanted it. All I know is Mum had been a more than willing participant both times, so you could understand my confusion.
Sitting on the couch later with another bottle of wine, we simply sat in blissful silence, listening to the music as Mum sat with her legs curled under arse, leaning towards me. I met her eyes every so often, shining emerald green in the low light. She was beautiful, which simply led to mind racing and ever more confusion.
“Can I ask you a question, Andrew?” she finally asked.
“Mum, you can ask me anything.”
“Do you find your mother attractive?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yep. Absolutely.”
She laughed at the simple but honest response. “For how long have you considered me so?”
I shrugged. “Definitely since I hit puberty. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” Then I met her eyes. “I lied a little before. You know when I used to look at you before?” She nodded. “Well, you were always in my thoughts when I masturbated later. I guess I was an unusual young man. But… Mum, I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
I thought she was almost ready to cry. She blinked readily before leaning across to kiss my cheek. “And what about now?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“Some of the thoughts I have now…” I trailed off.
There was silence for at least a minute or two before she finally asked, “Andrew, do you want to fuck your mother?”
“I could retort and ask if you want to fuck your son?”
“I asked first.”
I gulped. Then I nodded, turning to look in her eyes. She deserved that. “More than anything. I’ve thought about it since the first time I saw you in the nude, if not before. I’ve always had these thoughts, going over a million different scenarios of how it may be possible, despite the fact who you are and… I know the thoughts and feelings I have are wrong. So wrong. But… I just know it would feel so right at the same time.”
She cupped my cheek again. “I’ve simply been waiting, Andrew.”
“Waiting?”
She nodded. “Waiting until you got the courage to finally tell me how you feel. Because I’ve known for long enough now. I know you used to watch me and I eventually put on a show for you every so often. And I definitely know you thought about me as I heard you moan my name.”
I felt heat rise in my cheeks again. “You did?”
“As I said, I was flattered. And… Well, there is a reason why I’m still single.”
I know my eyes would have widened in surprise. “No way.”
“As I said, I’ve been waiting. And it appears you’re coming around to my way of thinking.”
“So what do we do?”
“We take it slow, Andrew. There’s no rush. I know you’re still conflicted in some ways. Like this afternoon, when I thought you were simply going to fuck me, but then you came and I could see the confusion about what we’d just done. I still feel a little conflicted myself. You’re my son, and no mother should think about her son in such a manner. But…”
“The heart wants what it wants.”
“Something like that. I just think I’ve raised you right. A son should always love his mother. Though I’m sure most other mothers don’t lie back thinking about fucking their son.”
“Oh, I’m sure some do but would never admit it.” I took my phone out of my pocket and flicked through to the gallery. I eventually came to a few photos I figured I should share. I handed the phone to my mother as she asked, “Who’s this?”
“She was my first. But who does she look like?” My mother just laughed, as I took the phone back, and flicked through others. She continued to laugh as there was a general theme to the few women I had been with. “I had to find women who would…” I cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed again, “Let me call them Mum when I fucked them.” Mum burst into laughter, though it wasn’t to make me feel guilty. “But now you look completely different, Mum. I mean… You’re still her but you’re not, in some way. You’re… different.”
“Because I knew you were coming home to me, Andrew. You have no idea how happy it’s made me.”
That just made me smile. Now that everything was out in the open, we sat back again in silence, drinking wine, listening to the music. It wasn’t long until Mum rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around her as she wrapped an arm around my chest. I thought she was going to sleep but she didn’t, instead occasionally squeezing me, absolutely content.
“Want to make out for a bit?” she asked sometime later.
That made me chuckle. “Um… Yeah, sure.”
I mean, I’d be stupid to say no, right? So we made out and it didn’t take long for hands to start wandering. I know she spent time appreciated my body. I wasn’t what you would call muscular, but despite my youth, the years of training at university had certainly broadened my shoulders and given my body a bit of definition at least. Mum was just fit and it wasn’t long until she was laying back on the couch underneath me. Eventually she broke our make out session, leaning back slightly.
“I know you want to take this slow so… Would you like to watch me masturbate again?”
I nodded, immediately scooting back to give her room. She spread her legs as much as she could, lifting her skirt before she completely disrobed. I almost slapped my forehead when I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Her pussy was already glistening from the excitement as she lay back, running her hands along her body though her eyes never left mine.
Watching my mother masturbate was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen to that day in my life. It wasn’t the night before, where it was dark and barely took a few minutes. She really took her time as she spent time playing with her nipples and breasts, running her hands across her body before she finally started to finger her pussy or gently flick her clit.
“Masturbate too, baby,” she asked.
Well, I’m not one to say no to my mother so I quickly had my erect cock out but I wasn’t worried about trying to cum. I simply drank in the view of her. I did move even closer and I swear I could feel the heat radiate from her sex as she continued to play with herself. I think she was close to orgasm a few times but slowed down. I’ll admit I was tempted to join in but… As we’d agreed, we’d take it slow. There was certainly no rush for us to simply enjoy a fumble though I knew we both wanted to.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” she cried in between the series of moans, her body starting to spasm as what must have been one hell of an orgasm took hold. Once she’d settled down, I simply listened to her deep breathing, her eyes still locked on mine before they moved down to my groin.
“Are you going to cum? Would you like to cum on Mum again?” Then she smirked. “How about this; tits or mouth?”
“Mouth,” I replied immediately.
We spent a few awkward seconds getting into position as I was already rather close to ejaculating. Her face was so close to my cock that she could have probably touched it with her tongue. Which is what she did a few seconds later. I groaned, stating I was about to cum, so she wrapped her lips around my cock just as I started to shoot ropes. It was another fantastic orgasm and Mum didn’t spill a drop, her hands wrapped around my waist as I finally finished. She looked up at me with a large grin on her face, opening her mouth to show it was empty.
“Yummy,” she stated.
“Holy shit! That’s….”
“Hot?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Broken record, right?”
“You think I’m both hot and attractive, Andrew. I’m not going to complain.”