“Listen Mom, I’ve seen you naked, I’ve even peeked a few times when you were in the shower. You are so lovely. It is Dad’s loss that you are not with him. It’s my turn to show you what real love is all about.”
“Let me think for a few days.”
“No way! I am not letting you think about this just so later you can say no. Mom, I am going to hang up and jump in the car.”
“I have money too. I had great jobs and I have made a lot. Your Dad never knew how much I had saved. I can help you.”
“I just want to hold you tight in my arms. I just want to sleep next to you after we make love.”
“Oh Jon, that does sound good.”
The next call is to his boss, Mr. Jackson. Jon explains there is a family emergency and will be away at least a week. He tosses a few clothes in a suitcase, makes sure he has paid all the bills lying around, and locks all the windows. Jon heads east on the Interstate.
In the headlights, the road stripes pass under the car one after another. Mileposts along the side of the road pass, 256, 257 … He entertains himself by stroking his cock, listening to porn tapes, and thinking about his Mom.
It has been a long night’s drive and now the sun is coming up, almost blinding him for a few hours. That is one of the problems driving east in the morning. The hot Starbucks coffee and egg sandwich help keep him awake. The thing that keeps him awake the most are the hot thoughts of what awaits him.
The coast is lovely. The very white sand of the beach contrasts nicely against the various shades of blue water. He had forgotten how lovely this part of the coast is as he drives along the beach road. The houses pass, 5902, 5912, she said the address is 5949. There it is. The house is still painted dark pink with white trim. The back of the house faces the ocean with nothing between it and the water. Sand has drifted across the pavement of the driveway. Parked in the carport is her nice BMW. He parks behind it.
Mom is standing in the opened door. The doorframe hides all but her right side. She is still just as pretty as he remembers. Not bothering to get his suitcase out of the trunk, he walks quickly, almost runs, towards the front door.
His face presses against hers instantly. Their mouths are open, tongues looking for each other, finding them, and rubbing together. He lets his hands roam across her back, her hips, and his fingers dig through the fabric of her skirt into the crack of her ass. Her hands press against him mirroring the movements of his hands. Her body feels as good, no better, than most women he has hugged, felt, and kissed.
He feels a hand over his bulging pants grasping his cock firmly. “Oh Jon. I want you. Want you right here on the cold hard terrazzo floor. I cannot wait even long enough to close the door or to go into the bedroom. Take me right here. Now!”
They lay down, their legs dangling over the threshold of the door. He began kissing her chest as he undresses her, as she undresses him. She demands, “Just fuck me hard.”
In the doorway, naked, the afternoon sun starting to shine on their bodies, they hump, suck, lick, fuck, and made love. Later, they are able to pause just long enough to close the door and walk into the bedroom.