Giselle my date, my mom.
Introduction:
Scott realizes his mom’s needs and helps her.
This week is a Three day holiday and so I decided to visit home; it’s been almost three months since the last time I went home. My parents live only an hour or so from the city but with work and life I guess I have just been lazy. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of eight months, apparently she says I wasn’t ‘taking the relationship serious enough’, whatever that means. I’m not heartbroken though, I suppose I just don’t do good with commitment. I am not a player but I just seem to not ‘fall in love’ or whatever people seem to do these days. I blame the internet and porn obviously for my discontent with romance.
It was a nice morning when I drove into my parents driveway; they don’t have a big house just a three bedroom, two bath, and two stories. They moved recently claiming “with all the kids out of the house we don’t need all the space”. My mom is 45 and my dad is pushing 50. I guess they aren’t old but they come from a generation that is vastly different from today.
When I opened the door I couldn’t help notice my mother bent over in a stretch reaching her toes. She was wearing gray yoga pants and a really tight tank top; nipples testing the fabric threshold. I just stood there and marveled at her flexibility and the way her pants were hugging her butt so firmly, the damp sweat spots soaking her legs and chest. My mother Giselle isn’t a bombshell by any means, she’s a typical soccer mom I suppose who happened to age better than most women. She never really did drugs or smoke, moderate drinker but doesn’t like beer. I guess she took care of her health and it shows. She isn’t very tall coming to just my shoulders, long dark hair currently tied in a tail, nice wide child bearing hips and perky small boobs. But that butt, especially in those pants… “Hey hun!” she is staring at me around her legs now and I shook out of my daydream.
“Hi mom, taking yoga now?” I didn’t know if she was doing yoga or palates or whatever, I just needed to say something. In my head though I was thinking that ‘the invention of yoga pants might be the single greatest thing in the last century’.
“No I’m just doing light exercises to keep my old bones from creaking.” She grunts and she pushes down.
“I highly think you’re old mom”. I said honestly. I think most guys in their 20s tend to swing towards older women and when you hit mid 30s you swing back down to young girls, funny that.
“Well I feel old, come give me a hug sweetie”. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her in a big hug and I couldn’t help but feel excitement in my groins. She smelled like flowers, sweat, and for lack of a better word ‘sex’. She smelled like sex and it was making me turned on. I quickly let go and walked to the kitchen to keep from having a full hard on right there.
“Where’s dad?” I said as she continues her stretching.
“He’s still sleeping, he got home late last night. My father John is a pilot so he works at weird hours and is gone most of the time. “What are your plans with weekend?” my mom continues.
“I still don’t know, I don’t really have anything planned except visiting you guys. I don’t really have any friends here.” It was true, being the genius that I am I breezed through High School without ever making any lasting friends and all that drama. It wasn’t until college that I had fun and the current friends I have now were back in the city.
My mom stops and wipes herself with a towel walking into the kitchen to get a drink. She says “there’s a festival this weekend at the vineyards with wine and music, dad was suppose to take me but he got called in this weekend and will have to leave again when he wakes up. You probably don’t want to hang out with your old mom though right? on your mini vacation?”
My plans were going to just do laundry, eat some home cooking and jerk off on the couch all weekend, maybe watch a movie. “Sure mom, it’s a date then” smiling my most charming son smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while and haven’t been to wine country in forever it sounds fun.” I did want to get out to the wine country but not for the reasons my mom thinks, I just know there are two of my favorite things there. Wine and married older women.
“Really? You won’t be embarrassed walking with me and be bored looking at the crafts and stuff?” My mom looks really excited, I guess she really wants to go to this thing.
“Of course mom, whatever you want.” I said smoothly.
“Good, I thought I was going to have go alone or not go at all.” My mom says with a tinge of sadness. “Well I’m off to take a shower now, make sure you get to see your dad before he leaves today.” She heads upstairs and I glanced one more time at her ass, hypnotized by the way each bun sways up and down in turns. I guess this isn’t the first time I have looked at my mom in a sexual way. I’m pretty much a downright pervert have always been since I discovered porn long ago during puberty. Growing up spending most of my time with sis and mom, dad gone all the time will make you realize quickly what equipment the opposite sex has and definitely what PMS is but that is another story. I am not a momma’s boy but I am my mom’s favorite we didn’t argue the way my sis and her did. I was the ‘mature’ one even though I am two years younger than my sis. My mom would always bail me out too when I got in trouble with dad.
It was late afternoon when my dad woke up and tussled my hair as he set his bags down near the door. We had quick words exchanging the prerequisite inquiries into job and life and he was off without even eating lunch. Later my mom came down and sat at the table with me and said “So when do you want to head out tomorrow?”
“We can leave in the morning mom, we can do wine tasting and grab lunch someplace nice.” I said. My mom looks at me and smiles. She has this glow about her and I wonder why she’s so excited about going to some festival.
“Mmmm, I really want to eat at one of those places outdoor with the flowers and grape fields!” She exclaimed. I intently studied her face and she seems lost in her excitement.
The rest of the day went by in a flash, my mother left to go shopping for a new outfit. I did some laundry and chores around the house and settled into the guestroom. It was late when my mom got home bursting with excitement about her new outfit. She then put her bags into her room and came down to make dinner. I just sat watching TV and occasionally glanced at her in the kitchen humming and cooking. She said she was so happy that her son is home with her because she is usually alone and misses being able to cook for more than herself. It was at this point that I realized just how much my dad works and how lonely my mom is. I walked up to her and gave her a reassuring hug and kiss on the cheeks which she was all too happy to return. Dinner was good, plain fair but I was honestly happy to eat my mom’s cooking again. I told her she can go get ready for bed while I cleaned the dishes . About an hour later she comes down in a shimmering robe, pretty snug fitting as I can see all the curves and contours of her shapely woman body. As I was eyeing her she was busy making tea and I can see that her legs were freshly shaved. I mildly wondered what else she shaved that evening. I shook my head and laughed to myself that I was eagerly checking out my own mom more frequently than normal. Must be horny I mused.
My mom came to the couch with two steaming mugs and set them on the coffee table. She seemed oblivious to the facts that her robe parted inappropriately high up and I can almost see her panties as she folded her legs under her. My jeans are uncomfortably tight in the front at this point as I just sat there and stared between her legs. Her legs themselves were shiny and smooth, I wondered what they felt like. “Scott…….sweetie, your tea is getting cold.” I snapped out of my fantasy and looked into her eyes wondering how long she looking at me looking between her legs.
“Oh, thanks mom.” I was trying to look casual as I sipped my tea but I can feel her eyes still on me, face impassive. “Your legs are really beautiful and smooth mom.” I said in honestly.
“Oh, thanks I just shaved them. Normally I wouldn’t bother but I bought a really nice dress and wanted to look good tomorrow.” She sips her tea and blushes. I’m not sure what she thought about my nonchalant comment but she seemed like she liked it. She puts down her tea and rubs her legs a little with a low moan.
“What’s wrong?” I asked to break the silence.
“Oh nothing just a little sore from walking all day shopping.” She says while still kneading her legs.
“Here, stretch them out over my legs” I said while putting down my cup and grabbing her foot. As she stretches out and lays her foot on my lap she turns and lays down and puts her head on the arm rest. I began to massage her foot and calves.
She lets out a moan “oh….Oh, that feels so good”. I see that she has her eyes closed and a arm resting over her eyes. I snuck a peak up her legs into her crotch and see that she’s wearing red panties. As I work into her feet and lower legs her thighs rub together slightly and she squirms a bit and moans more. I grabbed her right foot and carefully began to slightly rub my full hard on gently. I don’t think she notices, either that or she just didn’t say anything. I pulled her feet across my lap and scooted into her more and slowly start to rub her thighs. Slowly, slowly, and methodically I knead my fingers into her legs all the while sliding up. I ran my hand under her legs and squeeze ever so slightly right below her ass. All the while she has her eyes closed and making pleasure noises quietly.
I massaged her for what felt like eternity and at the same time not long enough. I realized she dozed off, breathing evenly. I stop my massage and stared at her for a long time. Taking in her lips and slender neck, down to heaving chest and slightly opened robe revealing her glistening upper breast. My massage/grope had slid her robe up to a bunch at her ass and I can see the lacey red panties and make out her swollen womanhood. My hand instinctively moves towards her crotch slowly as if I were in a trance. I hovered right over her sex before I realized what I was about to do. I instead pulled her robe down and she slowly woke up.
“I must have fallen asleep, my body feels so relaxed. Thanks sweetie, that massage was what I needed.” She gets up and stretches her arms over her head like a cat and I marveled at her curves. “I’m going to bed now don’t stay up too late I want to leave in the morning.” she said and walking towards the stairs, I notice she glanced down at my lap before smiling and heading upstairs.
I looked down and realized my zipper had come down and a bulge was clearly noticeable. ‘Great’ I thought to myself, ‘now my mom probably thinks I’m some sicko’. As I heard her door shut in her room I looked to where she was laying down and noticed that there was a wet spot on the cushion. I bent down to look closer and took a sniff, musky; the scent nearly drove me crazy. I reached down and wipe it with my fingers and tasted it. I closed my eyes and imagined a whole mouth full of that sweet nectar. Then it occurred to me that my mom must have gotten off from my groping. ‘Hrmm’ I thought she must be needing intimacy as much as I need it. Then I look at my hard cock and decided I needed to do something with this before I went to bed. I went into the guestroom and took out my laptop out of my bag and began to get comfy on the bed.
I was deep into my ‘movie’; a porn about an older woman (much like my mom) needing to satisfy herself anyway she can. I had my earphones on and stroking myself under the sheets engrossed into my perverse thoughts of my mom needing to satisfy her needs when my mom’s head popped around the door. I didn’t hear her come in as my headphones were drowning out all sounds. I quickly pulled my hands up and my headphones off pretending like I wasn’t just masturbating. I can see she has a little smile on her and a tinge of a blush. “Oh…….oh I’m sorry, I just came in to see if you had enough blankets.”
“I’m fine mom.” I said a little flustered.
“Oh ok……well good night!” my mom responds a little too chipper. As she closed the door I decided to just go to sleep. I’m thinking in my head that my mom definitely knew what her son was doing, I guess it’s not the first time she caught me I suppose thinking back to my teenage years. At least I handled it a little better than those days.
In the morning we both got up early and got ready. We ate breakfast and headed out. I was driving, my mother was wearing her new outfit; a white sundress with a floral pattern of green. It was quite low on her small petite chest and rode up almost to ass at the bottom. She had her hair draped over her shoulders and had on matching heels. Her makeup was done lightly as if she weren’t wearing any. I don’t think I ever seen her wear something like that before and told her so, I said she look really awesome and that she will definitely turn some heads at the festival. She giggled and smiled and said I was being sweet but I could tell that she loved the compliment.
The drive wasn’t long, about 40 minutes but with all the people going to the festival and the road being one lane it took longer. We talked about work and family and listened to music. But as we were coming to a stop in traffic she asked me about my ‘girlfriend’. I told her that I don’t have one and that my last girlfriend broke up with me and the reason why.
“Are you happy with just these flings?” my mother ask tilting her head towards me.
“I’m happy just having fun mom.” I said honestly. I don’t mind just meeting women and having some fun. Then she says quietly:
“Well at least one of us is…..” so light I almost didn’t hear it. I turned to look at her but she was already staring out the window lost in her own world. Her face was one of sadden resolve. I didn’t know what to say except:
“What about dad?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about my parents sex life.
She looked towards me and away again, I thought she wasn’t going to answer but she started telling me how much my dad worked. She said that when he comes home he is too tired and won’t give her the love she needs. She has been lonely and yearning for some intimacy for years. “I have forgotten what a man’s touch feels like.” She sighs quietly as all the joy leaves her.
It broke my heart hearing and seeing her like this. I reached my hand out and grabbed her small hands. I decided today I was going to cheer her up. I told her that today she should just think of me as her date not her son. She seemed to be amused by that idea and said “ok dear, I can’t remember what to do on a date but I will try.”
“Ok Giselle, I will try to be the best date ever.” It felt weird calling my mom by her name but I was going to play this to the T. She giggled like a schoolgirl and pulled my hand up to kiss it lovingly. I was excited now too “I’m serious mom just be yourself….just not yourself as a mom, be the hot woman I somehow found the nerve to ask on a date!” I said jubilantly, smiling my devilish smile.
“Oh I don’t know about hot but I do have to say I have such a handsome date.” I see she is getting into it too.
As traffic thinned out we eventually reached one of the wineries and as we both started to walk towards the entranced my mom puts her arms around my back. I gave her a grin and put my hands on her shoulder and we went in. That afternoon we spent a great amount of time consuming wine and little snacks. We had lunch at a small Bistro that my mom said that she loved the terrace. We joked and laughed. We bantered and there was a lot of touching nothing serious just an arm or a leg, neck and back. I forgot all about the other women there, my mom was amazing when she is in her element and I think the wine helped too. She was so beautiful in her dress and I flattered her outrageously. She would blush, smile, and push her hair out of her eyes blinking. I was so mesmerized that I almost step forward to kiss her a few times but I caught myself. My mom was intelligent and her wit was just as sharp and sassy as any girl I flirted with back in the city.
It was getting late into the evening when we were walking hand in hand along a grove of olives just out back from a vineyard. By this time I think we each had almost a bottle of wine each in us and I for one was feeling really happy drunk but still right before I lost complete control. I think my mom was there as well as she was all smiles and laughs.
“God you are beautiful Giselle.” I looked towards her and whisper in her ear. She leaned into me and I nipped at her earlobes. She yelped and started to giggle.
“I bet you say that to all the over the hill ladies…” She says in mock severity.
“Over the hill? Are you crazy……your body is as hot as any 20 year old I ever…….” I was just about to say ‘any 20 year old I ever bent over and fuck silly’. I couldn’t say that though……could I?
“Any 20 year old you ever what?” She’s grinning mischievously like a girl catching her boyfriend in a inadvertent admonishment.
“I ever………loved with my heart and soul.” I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
“Riiight, more like with your cock and balls!” and she burst out laughing at the look on my face hearing my mom talk like that. I couldn’t help laughing with her. The dirty minx.
“Anyways…….as I was saying.” Trying not to be flustered while staring at her body openly. “You are not at ALL showing any age. I can say with all honesty that any guy young or old would be drooling over a chance to be with you!”
“Well thank you, and…….what about you? Are you one of those guys?” She said one eyebrow going up. I can tell she was feeling the effects of the wine.
“I……um…..yes.” I really wanted to say that I would bang her any which way. Hrmm I guess I was feeling the wine too, I was getting too eager. But I see her musing over my admittance and she seems to have gone into her own world before turning walking towards the building that was coming up. smiling to herself.
We decided to get dinner there and try to sober up a little before we drove home but I was wrong. Mom wanted more wine and I couldn’t resist sharing a bottle with her as we had a nice dinner of lamb and mixed veggie. We shared ice cream for dessert and I couldn’t keep my mind clean as I watch her slurp vanilla ice cream from a spoon, tongue flicking away. I could just imagine that tongue on my cock and felt a rise in my pants. She seemed to notice me looking and smiled. I wondered what that smile was for…..
As we left the restaurant my mom said “I don’t think we should be driving home in our condition.” I glanced at my lush mom and thought that the cab home would cost too much. Before I could say anything she suggested “there’s an inn right next door we should relax and sober up.” Thinking no other way I agreed and we got a room. As it happens that the festival was in full swing the only room they had was a one bed suite. I got it without further contemplation.
The room was nice, a little old and old fashion but at least it was clean. My mom was lying on the bed on her back and I can see her skirt ride up real far. I couldn’t help but just want to jump on her and ravish the hell out of her but that was crazy thinking. She seemed to still be in a playful mood and coyly said “Is this part of the date too? I think you have me mistaken for some college slut.” She rolled the last word ‘slut’ in a slutty way which is ironic if you think about it.
“Oh I never thought you were easy.” I said flippantly.
“Oh…… were you going to try and win my panties?” I’m not exactly sure how much of her was joking and how much was the wine but it got me hot. But we both can feel the tension in the air.
“You’ll find out soon I suppose.” I said thinking I have nothing to lose. Except my sanity, maybe my relationship with my mother, a fortune on therapy. Oh well you win some you lose some. My cock was in the driver seat now. I walked over to her and straddled her knees to both side of her hips. I leaned down and said “Giselle……do you trust me?”
She stares into my eyes and I couldn’t quite say what I saw; lust, trepidation, amusement, and maybe a little bit of fear. “I trust you.” She finally says.
I didn’t want to play make believe play date anymore so I leaned close to ears and said “mom……you know I love you and it hurts me that you are so amazing yet you’re so sad and lonely. I want to make you forget about all your hurts just for tonight.” I think calling her ‘mom’ instead of her name snapped her out of her role play but she still seems to be musing over what I just said.
“I’m not sure what you mean sweetie.” She said a little afraid of what was about to happen.
“Mom……” tentatively I continued “I just want you to trust me, that I never want to hurt you but I want to do something for you. Can you do that just relax and trust me?” I was close to losing my resolve as I saw her stare right into my eyes and then she closes them and nodded.
I scooted her up the bed and she laid there with eyes closed and shaking in anticipation. I started with her feet like the night before, rubbing them but this time I brought them to my mouth and started kissing her toes. She gave a quick jerk when I put them in my mouth but settled into a low murmur. I kissed my way up her legs and I can see her hands were poised to push me away the closer I got to crotch. I expected her to grab my face away when got to her inner thighs but she slightly opened her legs instead. I kissed and sucked on her inner thighs right where it meets her vagina. She was arching her back and moaning quietly.
I could smell her getting wet, it was heaven, like an addiction It drove me to kiss and lick her legs harder. With my hands I pushed her skirt up around her waist exposing her lacey black thongs, I was expecting something more conservative but wasn’t disappointed in the sight. I just looked for a while before putting my mouth directly over her pussy, it wasn’t slow or romantic but urgent and primal. I had a mission and that was to get my mom off as hard as she could.
I thrust my tongue into the fabric hugging her lips and pushed my tongue into her along with panties. They were soaked before joining with saliva but now they were thoroughly wet. I can feel her tense up and she brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a cry of pleasure. In one swift movement I brought both my hands to her panty waist and pulled them down and around her ankles. Well I thought there’s one mystery solved, she definitely shaved last night. She kicked them off with ease and I went back between her legs. As my tongue parted her lips and lapped up her clit she cried out “I…..we…..we shouldn’t!” Her hand were holding my face.
I calmly pushed her hands away and said slowly and quietly “trust me.” She seemed to do just that and put her hands on the back of my head instead. I was in full sex mode now and was going at it hard with my tongue as I brought my hand and slid two fingers in facing up into her really wet pussy. I began rubbing them side to side slowly at first but began gaining in speed as I sucked away on her clit. She began writhing and pushing her hips into my face. As I can feel her juices building up and swelling I began to thrust my fingers deeper in and out. She fell quiet not breathing but then all of sudden she lets out a breath and screams ” Oh shit, I’m cumming…..oh shit.” Her body starts to convulse and I see that her eyes are glazed, rolling into her head.
Once she settles down I can see that under her , everything was wet along with the hem of her skirt. I moved up her body trying not to disturb whatever orgasmic reality she was in at the moment and started to nuzzle her neck softly. She wrapped her arms around me and I slowly started to unzip her dress on the side. Once it was all unzipped I started to rise off of her and pulled down her dress exposing her cute little breast. They weren’t big but because of that they remained perky. I started to lick on her nipples and she jerked every time put my mouth around them and sucked. I kissed all over her body from neck to toes and back again but raised up and looked into her face.
She had such a satisfied expression on without any hint of judgment. I tentatively lowered down and gave her a kiss and she kissed me back. I lower and hovered over her mouth, her pink lips slightly ajar and I can see her perfect white teeth. As I hovered I licked her lower lips quickly and again. She moved her head up to try to catch me but I was too fast. This went on for a bit with my quick tongue darting in and out, sometimes lapping her lower lip sometimes upper lip. She seem to grow tired of the game and used her hands to pushed my face into her in a passionate kiss, both our tongues working to subdue the other. I ran my hand down her soft body and grabbed her ass and pulling her legs up. I reached over and started rubbing her wet lips between her legs and she let out a breath. She reached to pull my shirt over, only pausing in her kisses to pull my shirt over my head.
Then she reached down and unbutton my pants and slowly stuck her hand into my boxers. As her finger tips grazed the tip of my cock I almost exploded all over her fingers. She began to lightly run her fingers down my shaft and cupped my balls and back up to the tip.
I paused my fingering her long enough to pull my pants and boxers down my legs and kicking them off clumsily. She seemed to get a kick out watching me fumble and let out a short laugh. All I could do is smile seeing her in all her joy. The anxiety we were feeling about doing something so taboo seemed to have vanished as we stared at each other and the world seemed to stop. Like the feeling you get when you are too excited for something and have an outer body experience like watching yourself. It’s a bit like succumbing to vertigo but as I came back to myself I realize I was just standing there with a raging hard on pointing right at her and her leaning on her elbows enjoying the sight of my body as I am of hers.
I moved forward intending to mount her missionary and thrust myself deep inside her but as I got between her legs she suddenly shot out like a cobra and grabbed my cock in her right hand and brought her mouth on it. The instant warm suction that I experience was so great that I shot out a bunch of incoherent string of curses I think something like; dick-shit-mother-fucking-holy-dick-suck. Or something of that nature. My mom just replied by going deeper and gagging a little. I never knew she had the skills but I guess you learn something everyday huh.
I wanted nothing more than to cum right then into her mouth but I still wanted to get some of that oh so wet and delicious pussy. I pushed her off and had her turn over on all fours. I put a pillow under her belly and she instinctively brought her ass up. I move behind her and looked at her nice puckered asshole. I wondered if anyone has ever had the pleasure of that love hole. I reached down and opened her cheeks wide with both my hands and stuck my tongue in her ass. She cried out but put her head down on the bed and started making small yipping noises. I pushed my tongue in and finally got the tip into that tight vise of a ring. She moaned and I heard her own versions of incoherent sentences.
Not being able to resist anymore I brought my cock and rubbed her slippery slit getting both our juices mixed and slid in slowly all the way until my balls hit her clit. I began slowly move back and forth pushing down on her lower back and squeezing her ass cheeks. As I got into a more faster rhythm I stuck my finger into her asshole and she started thrashing around lost in her orgasm. All I could hear was grunts and moans muted by the fact that her face was buried into the sheets. Her toes curled and her hands were grasping the sheets for purchase. I took this moment to really start pounding her. I grabbed her hips and started going for broke trying to smash as hard as I can into her ass, our legs were dripping with juices running down. Shortly after trying to break my mom’s hips I screamed out in pure bliss as I came inside her while pushed all the way into her cervix. I collapsed on top of her still inside and reached to pull the now soaked pillow from under her. As our bodies meshed into one another slippery and sticky from our sweat I reached with both hand and took both her hands and wrapped them under her so we were cupping her breast. After a while my soft cock slipped out of her and I felt my cum oozing out of her pussy. Not wanting to move but knowing I was crushing her I finally got off and went to get a towel from the bathroom. When I came back she was on her back and her eyes were closed. I wiped my cock with one towel while I held the other. I moved to her side and began to clean the outside of her pussy, legs, and stomach. I pushed the towel under and told her to raise her hips up a little and she did. Using my two fingers I dug inside of her and shoveled out the cum, there was a lot thinking to myself that I never came that much before, I was rather proud. As I scooped cum out of her and was about to wipe my fingers clean she grabbed my hands and brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked my fingers clean with a “MMmmmm” the only thing I heard.
My mind was totally broken, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life and I’ve watched a lot of dirty shit; women eating creampies were some of them but to watch my mom do it with my own cum was mind blowing.
I just stood there with my fingers in her mouth and watched her. After she was apparently satisfied with the cleanliness of my two fingers she let go of my hands and reached out and pulled me onto the bed. Lying down next to her she moved and cuddled up next to me and without saying a single word went to sleep. I must have been wiped out as well because as laid there thinking about her body I fell into a deep slumber.
In the morning I woke up feeling refreshed and yawned. I looked next to me but my mom was gone. I began to freak out about the implications of that; wondering if she regretted it or hated me. what if she felt ashamed and became even more depressed. I got up took a shower to wash off all the sticky sex from me and got dressed. As I was just about to call her on my phone my mom came in the door.
“Morning, I was wondering where you were.” I said cautiously.
“Morning sweetie…..I just went for a walk, it’s a gorgeous day today.” She didn’t seem any different but she could be just hiding it like a master spy. “Did you want to get breakfast first or did you want to just go home?” She said just as casually.
“We can just go home, I’m not that hungry unless you are?” Playing it cool, even though I was dying to talk about what we did last night.
“Ok hun, did you need me to drive? are you hung-over?” She asked in a motherly way. She wasn’t very motherly sucking cum from my fingers I thought darkly.
“I can drive, ready?” I replied. couldn’t help but glance at the bed one last time before leaving and my mom caught me looking. I wonder what she was thinking.
On the way home there wasn’t much conversation as my mom slept as soon as she got in the car. I wonder if she was just avoiding me or was she wore out from our strenuous activity. She slept all the way home and jerked awake when I drove up the driveway.
“Oh I’m sorry sweetie but I must of been more tired than I thought!” she exclaimed. I bet you were I thought.
“It’s ok mom. Is there anything you need from the car?” I asked like a good son I am.
“No I have everything, I’m going to take a shower first then I’ll cook lunch for us.” She said. I decided that if mom was going to pretend like nothing happen then I won’t bring it up. Not yet at least.
That whole day nothing seemed out of the ordinary, mom never brought it up. I was leaving in the evening back to the city and leaving my mom alone again.
As I was packing my bag in the guestroom my mom comes in standing in the doorway. “Sweetie….thank you.” She finally says after a couple of minutes. She seems to have found her resolve.
“For what mom?” Trying to get her to actually broach the topic of our incestuous night. I know I should have just said ‘you’re welcome’ and move on but I was kind of hurt. I did thought there was something special between us beyond a son relieving some sexual frustration from his mom.
“Thank you……for last night, it’s been so long since I felt like a desirable woman, let alone a lover. I hope it wasn’t weird for you or anything? If so I have the therapists number on speed dial for both of us.” She said with a nervous chuckle.
I got up from packing and walked to her and pulled her into an embrace. She hugged me back and as we broke apart I held onto her shoulders and pulled her into a kiss. She was reluctant at first, probably debating the consequence of it but soon started putting her tongue into my mouth.
As I pulled back I breathily said “Giselle, I’ll call you again.” With a evil smile I started walking away.
She scoffed and swatted me on arm and I could see she was blushing. She was smiling. “that’s what they all say.” She shot at me with a bit of sass. All I could do was laugh but she wasn’t done, “so I’m like a booty call now or something?” she said this while flipping her hair and pretending to be offended.
“MOM, do you even know what that means?” I asked, I would have laugh but I was too shocked.
“Sweetie I have cable and plenty of time to watch. Why do you think you smiled so much last night. Oh and do try to come home more often ok” She said with a evil grin of her own as she walked out of the room swaying her hips leaving me truly befuddled and super horny.
After that weekend I made sure to visit home more and more.
