Removing my hand and embracing her we were on our sides facing each other. She was panting, and gasping for breath. When she began to breathe normally we kissed again. Our tongues were soon once again frantically tangled while my hand caressed her breasts and fingers rolled her nipples. The feeling of our unrestrained intimacy was beyond my wildest dreams.
Mom’s hand tentatively moved up and down my body. When she reached my throbbing manhood she gently ran her fingers over it. Helping her slowly remove my briefs for better access, she softly placed her fingers around my virgin manhood. She looked into my eyes seeking my reaction.
“Mom, it’s so hard it hurts.”
She began gently stroking. Smiling sweetly she said “Does this help? Am I doing it right?”
“Mmmnnnggghhh” was all I said. Soon, a prolific stream of ejaculate answered her question.
“I love you Tommy, more than you’ll ever know.”
“Unbelievable, Mom. I can’t believe it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much.”
Reaching for a nearby towel she wiped us clean. I was still rock-hard. We kissed, and talked, and kissed, and kissed some more. After relishing our intimate closeness for who-knows-how-long, I gently rolled on top of her we were well beyond any pretext of normal behavior between mother and son. The only deterrent to our bursting through the final line was the thinnest layer of sheer cyan satin.
When my engorged manhood was pushed up against her panty she opened her legs, and she brought her knees up toward our shoulders. We began a rhythmic and sensuous sexual stroking. Her satin panty was soaked through with her nectar. With a texture close to flesh it form-fitted the folds of her engorged labia. Against my bare manhood, it wasn’t actual intercourse, but it had to be the next best thing while we performed a ‘don’t-cross-the-final-line’ love dance. Our passions were in overdrive and our libido engines red-lined, it didn’t take long until we both exploded into simultaneous orgasmic bliss. It was a long time until either of us could move or speak.
“I love you Mom. I love you.”
“Tommy, that was amazing. Beyond belief. I can’t believe it how wonderful it was. I love you Tommy, I love you so much.”
“Mom, it was perfect. I’m so happy this was with you, I can’t imagine being like this with anyone else.”
We embraced, exchanging kisses and ‘I love you’s. We lay close for what seemed like an hour.
Mom said “Tommy, we’re all sticky and icky. Let’s take a shower together.”
There was no hesitation on my part, and for the first time I beheld the vision of my mother’s heavenly body in its glorious naked totality. I felt I should be worshipping, instead of showering with, her. I was a mere mortal before a goddess, unworthy to be in her presence; but not wanting to leave. As the warm water rained down upon us I knew this was the most beautiful experience of my life.
Much soap and warm water was expended while we explored and joyfully took turns washing each other. Mom’s petite, firm, and up-high breasts felt exquisite to the touch, but warm, soapy water gave an entirely new and incredible sensation. As our initial embarrassment waned, our intimacy increased. I began to gently wash Mom’s sex – I was unsure a son should even allow himself to think of his mother’s vulva as a ‘pussy’, but touching it was like petting the most feminine of feline. Mom began to clean off my manhood, and it made me feel awkwardly self-conscious when she got closer to the task at hand: angels and goddesses should not kneel before earthly mortals.