He sucked my clit between his lips making my whole body tremble before he let go and admitted, surprising me again, “Chess camp girls are very outgoing.”
“Oh myyy,” I moaned, the thought of Paul having sex at chess camp a crazy visual.
“Plus, if…we…are…revealing…secrets,” he added flicking my clit with his tongue between each word, “I…lost…my…virginity…to….”
He stopped, again taking my clit between his lips, making me moan loudly as I fell onto my back, “Tooooo whooooo.”
“You sure you want to know?” he teased, replicating my earlier story teasing, adding, “I’d hate for you to know that I am not just the innocent nerdy son you think I am.”
“Oh, you naughty boy,” I moaned, frustrated by his teasing tongue and words and somewhat disappointed that I wouldn’t be his first.
“You didn’t answer the question,” he pointed out, as he slid a finger inside my inferno.
“Aaaahh, God,” I screamed, “yes, I want to know who you fucked first instead of me.”
“She is a good friend of yours,” he continued, as his finger explored inside me like a snake meandering around.
“Whooooo?” I questioned, knowing my orgasm was getting close.
He revealed the name, “Mrs. Bell,” and simultaneously found my g-spot, while putting excess pressure on my clit.
“Whaaaaat?” I screamed, as my orgasm hit me like a hammer, as did his revelation that his first fuck was my best friend, and neighbor, Laurie Bell.
He shook his head sideways, creating wave after wave of euphoria as the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having cascaded through me like constant waves hitting the shore.
When he finally backed away from my still twitching cunt, he stood up, smiled looking down at me, his face shiny with my cum, “I have wanted to do that for a long, long time.”
“Well,” I said, trying to recapture my breath, still laying on my back, “I hope it was worth the wait, son.”
He climbed onto the bed, laid beside me and kissed me. This time it was soft and tender, romantic like two lovers would do. He kissed my upper lip, my lower lip and then both. I melted into his touch just like I used to with his father.
When he broke the kiss, I asked, with a playful smile, “Enjoying Nude Day?”
“It is easily the best Nude Day of my life,” he quipped back with a smile.
“Not the best day of your life?” I pouted back.
“Times infinity,” he said back, quoting my response whenever Darren used to respond to how much he loved me all those years ago.
I gasped, “Oh, my God.”
“What?” He asked, the look on my face probably worrisome.
“You are just the twin of your father,” I said, adding, “in looks, personality, and voice.”
He stared at me with his blue eyes, so sweet, sincere, and insecure as he asked, “So you see Dad when you look at me?”
“Oh honey,” I smiled, his insecurity only adding to his sexiness, “Although you have so many of your father’s traits, I still see you.”
I leaned in and kissed him again. After a brief kiss, I said, “Honey, I love you. First as a son, but strangely, hopefully, as a lover.”
“I love you too, Mom,” he admitted.