It was painfully frustrating. In my mind, there was a storm of images popping in and out as I tried and failed to watch the movie: her aureolas, nipples and ass in her blue swimsuit, her cleavage in her cyan bikini, the nude movie of her in the bathroom, the fun in the pool, her hands on my chest as she washed me, her grin as she told me I was naughty and especially my hands on her ass, fully opened, under her bikini…
When mom asked me if I had enjoyed the movie, I blinked a few times, not even having realized it was over. She sighed, and took my hand. “Listen Lew… What happened today… Shit. I don’t… I don’t know what to…” another pause, another sigh. “Maybe it’s for the best that we got, er… interrupted. That was a mistake… That was crazy!” she finished with a little laugh, but it felt forced. Nervous. I didn’t know what to say and only mumbled some noise as reply. It’s so frustrating! We had been so happy, so relaxed, so aroused! It had been so easy, so natural despite the utter strangeness of it all.
Alone in my room, looking out the window at the growing darkness, I felt like shit. I didn’t even feel like watching the movie of my naked mom, a movie I thought I’d be watching non-stop. Listening carefully, I could hear my mom typing on her laptop, probably sharing our failure with Judith. I felt ashamed. Wasn’t that fucked up? Ashamed that I didn’t get to fuck my mom! I got up, angry with myself, and took a deep breath. I put my swimsuit again and decided to face near-certain rejection; hadn’t she said that it had been a mistake? Taking a few more deep breaths, I got out of my room and went to find my mom.
She was surprised to see me and closed her laptop. I offered her my hand and pulled her up in a hug. She was puzzled. “Mom, I may get in trouble for saying this, but here goes.” Damn! I was shaking as I took one last deep breath! “I enjoyed each and every minute of our time together today. It felt like a dream come true, and I would do it all over again any day. I enjoyed looking at your nearly naked body, touching you, letting you see just how hard you can make my cock… Thank you, thank you so much. You may think it was a mistake and if it never happens again, so be it. I’ll cherish the memories of this day forever. But if you change your mind, I’ll be outside, having a last swim.”
I couldn’t manage the courage to look her in the eyes before turning around and going out. She didn’t say anything. On the patio, I removed my swimsuit before running and jumping in the pool naked. I wanted to let this pent up energy out. I did a few laps of the pool as fast as I could, looking at the door every time I turned around. Five minutes later, I finally stopped, breathing hard. I was still alone. I swam on my back, slowly, trying to calm down. She was not coming. It was over. Taking long, deep breaths, I was glad to see that I was calmer now. Sad, yes, but not frustrated anymore. It had indeed been crazy. Fucking my own mother? Shit!
As I laughed out loud, I heard the door open, and there she was. Despite the low light, I could see that she was wearing her cyan bikini again. She walked towards me slowly, her eyes locked into mine. “Are you sure about this Lew?”