I did hold back one thing. Not that I was hiding it, because I felt that she knew what I was feeling. So I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about my mother sexually. The night we had together wasn’t something I was about to forget. It was my first, it was amazing, and it was with my mom. So yes, when I looked at her body, I wanted her, but there was more to it now. I liked being with her: I liked talking to her. No, it was more than ‘like’, it was ‘need’.
One day, as fall approached she said, “I’ve been thinking about something; why don’t you live here when you go back to school. It’s closer, and you’d still be able to make some extra money around the buildings. What do you think?”
I said, “I’d like that mom, thanks. I miss you on the days I don’t see you.”
I could see she was moved and she said, “Do you baby? I miss you too.”
I gave her a hug and it turned into my holding her. She stayed in my arms and gently kissed her lips. It was soft and mom’s lips parted. The tips of our tongues touched for an instant before mom pulled her head back without letting go. She said, “Paul, what’s happening here?”
I said, “We’re falling in love.”
She said, “You can’t fall in love with a thirty-seven year old woman…especially one that’s your mother.”
I said, “I can, if you can fall in love with a nineteen year old who’s your son. Can you mom?”
She said, “It’s too late to ask me that question. I think I’m already there. Do you really love me Paul; is this about sex?”
I said, “Yes mom it’s about sex, but it’s not only about sex. Of course I want you; you get me crazy when I feel your body this close to me. But if you said that we couldn’t have sex, I would still want to be with you, and talk with you, and spend time with you, because yes, I really love you mom.”
“Oh Paul, during these last few months I’ve been asking myself if I could really be feeling this thing between us, or am I just fooling myself again?”
I said, “It’s real mom, and I know what you were talking about when this first started. I want you for everything mom. Do you want me?”
She said, “Yes Paulie, I do. Just promise me you’ll fight with me to keep this working and that we won’t give up.”
“I promise mom.” I guess you could say that those were our wedding vows. And that night was the beginning of our honeymoon, which was a Saturday night, just like the first time I had sex with my mother. But this one was even better, because there was love.
After a long lasting hungry kiss, mom said, “Let’s go to bed baby.” We went to her bedroom and I stripped her slowly against every instinct I had to get into her pussy as soon as I could. But I did want it to last. I’d been with some girls since I first had mom, and my staying power was pretty good, but I wasn’t sure I could last as long with my mother.
Mom had other ideas anyway. She said, “I’ve been thinking about doing this for days now; I want you in my mouth.” She pulled my pants down and as I stepped out of them she took my cock in her fist and said, “Yeah, that’s how I remember it, thick, and big, and hard…ooh.” She was on her knees in front of me and she opened her mouth wide to accept me. She moved toward me and I moved toward her.