I wondered why I would think this, but not for long. As she made her way to me, I held out my hand and she took it. I could feel her shaking as I brought her to me. I smiled and turned to the ship’s captain.
I can’t recall what we said at the altar, or the words the captain used, but we said our “I do’s” and we walked back down the aisle to the announcement, “May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Roy Brown.”
I was a proud man walking with this beautiful woman. She was exactly the type of woman that I wanted to marry.
We went to the reception and I danced every dance with her. I didn’t want to share her with anyone. She was mine tonight. She looked so beautiful in her wedding gown. So hot. Damn it, I was not supposed to have those thoughts. She was my mother for god’s sake.
We had some drinks, danced, and ate a great dinner with Bill and his wife Joy. We were having a great time. Bill told us that he was a human rights attorney. That’s when things changed. Mom said, “We won’t need a divorce lawyer as the wedding was fake.” He told both of us that it wasn’t fake and that we were indeed man and wife.
I about had a bowel movement.
We made our way back to the stateroom. “I need a shower”, I told my mom. She nodded and I began to strip. I had to strip outside the bathroom as there just wasn’t enough space inside. I took everything off and noticed that mom was staring at my body. I took a long hot shower.
When I got out, I grabbed a towel and opened the bathroom door. Mom was right there, naked as the day she was born. I had a struggle to keep my eyes from wandering over her body. She smiled at me and said, “My turn?” I nodded my head and she stepped into the shower.
It had been a long day, and we’d had a great time.
I laid in bed and, almost instantly, started to fall asleep.
I awoke spooning my mom, with my right arm around her neck and my left hand over her pelvis, subconsciously pressing her into me. My right hand was cupping my mom’s left breast. But that wasn’t what worried me most. My dick was as hard as a rock and between my mom’s ass cheeks. My first reaction was to press into her harder with my cock, using my left hand to increase the sensation. As I started doing that, I realized it was my mom I was grinding on.
“Roy?” my mom whispered.
“Mom? I am sorry I was asleep”, I said worriedly, trying to justify feeling her up and grinding on her.
“My name to you is Anna, Roy. Do not call me anything but Anna in our bed. I am your wife in our bed, only your wife.”
I heard her, but did I really hear her? Was she offering herself to me? Did she want me? What should I do? I wanted to ask, wanted to look into her eyes, but the room was dark. Only the light of the muted television illuminated the room. I needed to know if my mom wanted me sexually. I knew I wanted her, boy did I know.
I moved away a little so that I could roll her onto her back. I hovered over her and lowered my lips to her soft lips and began to kiss her. I moved my tongue over her lips, which she opened and I began to plunder her mouth with my tongue. Then our tongues began to dance a sonnet of love and lust with each other that only mom and I could understand. It was with that kiss that I knew my mom wanted me.
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