Jon’s arm is around her waist and he looks at her face. “Even better than our phone sex.”
“I don’t know, you should see my phone. Didn’t take time to clean it off after our call so I could smell myself and think of you every time the phone would ring.”
They lay together, their tongues leisurely exploring the other’s mouth. Their hands are enjoying the travels over hills and though valleys. The sounds of pleasure are louder than the roaring surf nearby. He hates to pull his face away from hers, but he wants to sample other parts of her body.
His hands stoke her face and play with her ears as he kisses the indention of her throat. She moans and says, “Your Dad would never kiss me there.” He drags his tongue along her throat to her chin and kisses her lips. “I’ll kiss you everywhere.”
He teases her clit as he nibbles his way across her breasts letting the tip of his tongue lightly drag across the bumpy brown skin around her nipple. The flat tips of the erect nipples plead. He ignores them. They plead. He sucks them deep inside his mouth. She breathes deeply.
She is sopping wet and the nectar drips along the strip of skin between her pussy and anus and over the sides of her thighs. As his mouth crosses her navel, their mixed fragrance began to fill his nostrils, he finds himself rushing to taste her. It is thick like peach nectar and he laps it, as a man stranded in the desert would drink from a puddle. It is the honey of the gods and he worships at her alter.
His tongue licks her clit and a few fingers fill her pussy. Her hips buck against his face and he bites slightly. Her fingers work though his hair.
“Don’t stop,” she demands repeatedly until she groans, “Yes-s-s.” One of her legs pulls up against her stomach and then falls across his shoulder. He adds another finger. “Ah-h-h,” is all he hears over the sloshing sounds in front of his mouth as his fingers fly in and out.
*
The next morning just as the sun is about to peek over the horizon, Jon stands exhausted and naked on the deck with a cup of coffee and watches the surf. Sara stands just as naked behind him and rests her head on his back.
“I’m not letting you go back home,” she says as she nibbles on his back.
“My home is with you.”
“Together, we don’t have to work.”
“Guess we’d have plenty of time too…”
She cuts him off. “Fuck!”
It was mid-morning and Jon calls Mr. Jackson. He tells him he will not be returning due to personal business that he needs to handle. Mr. Jackson does not understand how personal or exactly how Jon will ‘handle’ them. Jon hopes Mr. Jackson does not hear his Mom sucking his cock during the conversation.
Jon has a few things and a few personal mementos that he wants from his house. They drive back and pack them. A for sale sign is in the yard as they back out of the driveway.
Jon and Sara Mason spend days taking long walks on the beach. The water rolls across their feet and then washes away their footprints. They walk hand in hand, their fingers wrapped together. People smile at them as they walk. They only see an older woman with a younger man and will never know that they are in love, that they are Mother and Son in love, so deeply in love.