I was still nervous and worried and about a thousand other words when I knocked on the door. She told me to come in and I didn’t know if I should look or not look, as she lay naked in the bath. “Mom I… ” was all I could manage and she told me to come sit by her. I sat on the rug and she smiled as she ran her hand over my hair.
“Sweetheart… were you a virgin before we… made love?” I nodded ‘yes’. “Oh God… ” she breathed out. “I hope I didn’t spoil something that should be special for a young man.”
“Mom, ” I said disbelieving. “I was inside you… inside my mother who I love and want… what could be more special than that?” She reached with a wet hand and touched my face as she stretched to kiss me. “Thank you honey” she said.
“I’m glad it was you mom.” I said.
“I’m glad too baby… you make me feel proud that I was your first woman.”
I kneeled; she sat back and I kissed her slippery wet lips. I licked the moisture on them and around them. I kissed her hard and soft and then hard again. The tips of our tongues touched and then mated.
I reached into the warm water and took her buoyant breast into my hand. It was heavy and slick at the same time. As the kiss continued I slid down her shiny belly to the pussy that had been the genesis of my life and my sex life. I massaged and searched for the mysterious point of pleasure. My mother took my finger and pressed it to her clit. She responded strongly as my finger exposed the nub from under the hood.
Her pussy… those are only words… but I had her wet folds between my fingers… I had her sensitive clit at the end of my fingertip… I could feel the walls that my cock had slid against as I explored inside her.
Mom broke the kiss and said, “I don’t know if we should be making this a habit… I don’t think people would approve of what we did.”
“Do you approve mom?” I asked.
“Yes sweetheart … I do… but I just don’t know if this is the best thing right now for you… or for me.”
“Mom,” I asked, “How come you let me… and you didn’t let Paul?”
“I don’t know baby… you made me feel something that I haven’t felt for a long time… you made me feel loved and you made me feel cared for… I still have to sort this all out… ” She gently took my hand from her pussy and kissed it saying “… and until I do… out you go.”
I went to kiss her again and she laughed and said, “Now you be good… you let momma finish her bath and I’ll see you later.” I left with the possibility of having sex with her forever, or possibly never again – and a definite hard-on.
That night mom and I were watching Ken Russell’s Lair of the White Worm. I leaned over and kissed her. She was alert and said, “Oh Tommy I don’t know… ”
I whispered to her, “Just one kiss for the boy who loves you.” She smiled with pursed lips and held up one finger. Our feelings took concrete form in the shape of a kiss. I made the kiss last five minutes and put my hand in her top. Mom helped me along by gently rubbing over my cock. I listened to the up and down sounds of her hand on fabric co-mingle with her soft moans in my mouth. When the kiss ended I said, “Come to my room mom… please… I need to make love to you.”