Forbidden Love – Part 13

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Chapter 13

The following day we went to the beach and then did some shopping at the local shops … at least my mother did the shopping. We were in a hat shop when we saw Stephanie again. My mother gave her a hug and kiss as I stood there watching like a dummy. As the two of them talked, I couldn’t help remember the stories my mom had told me about her and, as nature would have it, I started to get excited. I noticed Stephanie look over at me several times and her eyes glanced down at my crotch. I quickly turned away and acted like I was looking at a hat on the shelf.

Before Stephanie left she kissed my mom again and then surprised me by leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.

My mother smiled at me as Stephanie walked away. “I think she likes you,” she said and then pretended to show a jealous face.

“How could she not like me … I mean I’m handsome, manly and …” I stopped when my mother hit me in the arm and then stuck out her tongue at me.

“We meet in the lobby at six,” she said.

“Uh, would you rather go to dinner alone? I mean she is your friend,” I said, hoping she would say no.

“No,” she answered to my relief.

We finished shopping and went to the beach for a while. Then back to the room for a quick nap. I wanted to start something, but mom said she was tired and that we could do something after dinner. I reluctantly agreed.

It was almost six and I was waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. I had begrudgingly agreed to wear a suit and tie, but insisted that I wasn’t going to wear socks. It was a lame protest, but made me feel a little in control. I looked at my watch and yelled, “Mom, if you don’t hurry we are going to be late.”

She yelled back, “Stephanie is always late so don’t worry.”

A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom dressed. I gasped when I saw her. My mother is always gorgeous, but tonight she was positively radiant. She had on a pale blue Grecian style gown that touched the floor. The top covered her right shoulder but left the other bare. There was a split that went from the floor all the way to her hip on the left side. Then I saw something that made my mouth drop open. I could see the top edge of her left areola. I pointed and said, “Mom, I can see your nipple!”

She looked down and giggled. “I guess I’ll have to be careful or Stephanie might get really hot for me.”

I raised my eyebrows. Then I said, “Hey, how come you don’t dress like that for me all the time?”

“Because I see you all the time,” she returned with a laugh.

I suspected that it was more than that. I could tell that my mother was still a bit taken with Stephanie. The experiences they had had as lovers had obviously been rekindled. If I didn’t know better I would have thought my mom was trying to turn Stephanie on.

As mom had predicted, Stephanie was late. When she arrived she apologized saying that she had been running behind all day. My mother smiled indulgently.

I saw Stephanie glance at me and then stare at my mother.

“Wow, you are as sixy as you were when we were in school,” Stephanie said.

Damn, she doesn’t waste any time, I thought.

“You look pretty good yourself,” my mother returned, staring at her as well.

Stephanie was wearing what was obviously an expensive dress, but also relatively conservative. It was tight, outlining her large breast and narrow waist. The bodice was cut modestly as well but not particularly sixy. I’m sure she would have been gorgeous in a burlap sack.

“Ummm, ummm,” I said, clearing my throat. “We’re going to lose our reservations if we don’t hurry.”

The two women reluctantly agreed and we headed out.

We arrived at the restaurant fashionably late. It was a ritzy place and everyone was dressed rather formally so I didn’t feel out of place wearing a suit. We were led to the table and Stephanie ordered a bottle of wine. My mom didn’t protest when I poured myself a glass. Soon after the conversation started I began to feel like a third wheel. I didn’t really mind as I was enjoying looking at the two gorgeous women. I did notice at one point that my mother’s dress had slipped down again, revealing the brown of her nipple. If mom noticed she didn’t show any indication. But, it was obvious that Stephanie noticed. I saw her eyes shift from my mother’s face to her breast and then back again several times.

I noticed that Mom was squirming in her seat quite a bit. Of course that might have been because I had slipped my hand under the tablecloth and began to caress her bare thigh. I pretended to be listening to their conversation as my fingers tickled up and down my mother’s smooth and warm leg. She coughed to cover her gasp when my fingers slipped between her thighs, almost reaching her bare pussy. Then she crossed her legs, effectively cutting off the upward movement of my hand. I made a hidden face at her and kept my hand on her thigh.

Most of their conversation was about school and the fun they had (outside the bedroom) growing up. Both mom and I were shocked when Stephanie said she was the president of North State College. That was where I was headed.

“Oh my God,” Stephanie said. “You’ll be up there all the time visiting Jerry.”

“Yes,” my mother gushed giddily, her face showing her excitement. “I can’t believe you were so close all this time.”

“Well, I’ve only been there a couple of years.”

“Really. And you are already the top person?”

I saw Stephanie blush for the first time. She said, “Well, the truth is my father basically owns the school. I mean with all the money he has donated, he pretty much can dictate what goes on there. I’m not complaining. It’s a great job and I have total freedom to run the place as I see fit.”

“This is so amazing,” my mother said excitedly.

Stephanie was beaming.

Both women’s faces were flushed and I could tell that there was a sixual chemistry between the two. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this development. I mean on the one hand, I was sitting with two gorgeous women, one my own mother, who had been lovers. And now my mother and I were lovers. I wondered if I should be jealous. On the other hand, damn, I was sitting with two gorgeous women who had been lovers! My eighteen-year-old libido was working overtime.

After dinner the women were still talking a mile a minute. I said, “I think I’ll head back to the room.” I could see my mother looked disappointed. Then I added, “It’s okay; you ladies stay here and talk all you want. I’ll see you back at the room, Mom.” I could see a look of relief and gratitude in my mother’s eyes. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and reached my hand out to shake Stephanie’s. She pulled me down and totally surprised me again by kissing me on the lips.

“I’ll probably see you tomorrow on the beach,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Uh … yes,” I stammered, thinking about her seeing me naked the other day. I hurried off to the room before they both saw my erection.

I was in a deep sleep when my mother came into the room and awakened me. I turned the light on and looked at the clock; it was after 2 a.m. I smiled at her and said, “Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. “Stephanie is still a lot of fun. We went to the bar and had a few more drinks.”

“I can see that,” I laughed.

With that I watched as she slowly slipped off her dress to reveal her naked body. I pulled the covers off to show her that I was also naked. My cock started to swell quickly.

“Mmmmm,” she said, “Looks like someone has been waiting up for me.” Then she crawled into bed naked next to me.

I moaned as her lips met mine and her hand found my now throbbing cock.

She pulled her lips from mine and whispered, “I bet you’ve been thinking of me with Stephanie.”

I moaned in answer.

“Stephanie had her hand on my thigh a second after you left. She moved over to your chair and put her hand right where your hand was.”

“Mmmm,” I whispered.

“You know what else? I let her play with my pussy.”

My eyes opened wide. I moaned again and my mother laughed sixily. Then she started kissing down my chest. She looked up at me as she reached my cock. “You know she wants to go to bed with me again.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped both at what she said as well as the fact that she had taken my cock into her warm mouth.

Then she pulled away, looking up at me again as she licked my cock and said, “I told her about us.”

I said, “You did? What did she say?”

She giggled and said, “She thought it was sixy that her best friend in high school was falling her own son.”

“Really?”

“Yep. She was totally cool with it.”

“Wow,” I said, watching my mother take my cock back into her mouth. I was getting close to climaxing already. But I didn’t want it to happen that quickly. I pulled my mother reluctantly from my cock. “I want to eat you,” I said.

“Oh God, yes. I’m so hot.”

I pushed her over and practically dove between her legs. When I spread her legs I let out a gasp. Her pussy was literally dripping with juice. Whatever the two women had talked about had really turned my mother on. “Damn are you wet,” I said, almost to myself.

“Eat me,” she responded, grasping my head and pulling my mouth to her sopping pussy.

I groaned and started to eat her sweet pussy. I used my tongue to dig deep into her well, finding it bubbling with juice. I sucked it down and went back for more. My mother’s hips were bucking wildly on the bed and she was gasping for breath. “Eat me, eat me,” she moaned, wrapping her thighs around my neck, threatening to smother me. I held my breath and kept eating. A moment later she was climaxing. Her hips lifted from the bed and her body stiffened as she started a long and satisfying climax. I fought to hold on to her hips as she writhed and bounced on the bed. After her convulsions slowed, her legs fell from my shoulders and her body went limp. I pulled my very wet face from her pussy and looked up at her. I was surprised to see that her face was serene and she was breathing slowly. She had either passed out or fallen to sleep. Instead of waking her I crawled up and took her into my arms, pulling the covers over us. She murmured in her sleep and snuggled into me. I lay awake for a long time thinking about the woman in my arms. I knew I was a very lucky son.