Forbidden Love – Part 6

Chapter 6

It was quieter than usual in the house when I arose on Saturday morning. I went downstairs and found a note on the kitchen table from my mother saying that she had to do some shopping for our vacation trip and would be back by mid-afternoon. I was actually relieved that she wasn’t home. Like the previous Saturday, I had no idea what I was going to say to her and I needed time to think. What had occurred last night was not a mistake or a slip-up this time. My mother had sucked my cock and most likely swallowed my sperm (at least in my mind she had). She was probably less inebriated than the previous Friday night so it couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. Yet, it was still impossible for me to fathom that my own mother had sucked my cock. Just thinking those words made me question my sanity.
Instead of moping around the house I decided to do some chores. I worked around the yard, mowing and trimming until I was exhausted. I went inside and got a glass of lemonade and then decide to take a dip in the pool. The cool, refreshing water invigorated me almost immediately. I swam twenty laps before drying off and lying in the sun. My mother wasn’t the only one that needed to get a little sun before we took our vacation. The warm sun felt good on my body and I drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I awoke with a gasp as cold water covered my chest. “Mom,” I screamed when I realized she had dowsed me a large glass of pool water. I jumped up and headed for her. She was giggling as she started to run back into the house. But I was a lot faster and I caught her before she could get away. I swept her up in my arms and headed for the pool, ready to toss her in.

“No, please, Jerry,” she screamed. “At least let me get my bathing suit on.”

She did have on a nice pair of shorts and top. I stopped and put her down. “All right, but you’re going in the pool for splashing me. I could have serious psychological problems from being so rudely awakened,” I joked.

She looked at me smugly. “Who says you don’t already have serious psychological problems.”

I made like I was going after her again but she ran into the house. Deciding I had had enough sun I went inside as well. The truth was, if my mom hadn’t awakened me when she did I could have gotten a serious sunburn. In the house I sat down in the living room to watch TV.

I was dozing off again when I heard my mother’s voice.

“What do you think of this bathing suit,” she said.

I opened my eyes and saw her standing before me in a tiny bikini. It looked relatively modest in front, but then she turned around. There was but a small strip of material running between her gorgeous ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks totally bare.

“Mom!” I exclaimed. “Are you really going to wear that on the beach?”

“I was planning on it. But you don’t like it apparently.”

“No, I love it. It’s just … just that I have never seen you wear something that uh …” I stuttered, looking for the word.

“Revealing?” she asked.

I was thinking sixy, but I said, “Yes, revealing.”

“Well you should know the beach at the hotel is clothing optional.”

“Really?” That had never occurred to me.

“Yes it is. So I might be the most dressed person on the beach in this outfit … that is if I wear anything at all.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Was my mother really going to go naked on a beach? I wondered. This vacation was sounding better all the time.

“From the way your mouth is hanging open I assume you approve then. I’ve got a few more outfits to show you.” With that my mother turned around and walked back upstairs. I stared at her nearly naked ass until she had disappeared. Although I was in the air-conditioned house I found sweat dripping from my brow. And of course I had a raging hard-on.

When she came back she had on a white top and skirt with a red flower design. If I was shocked with the bathing suit, this was even more daring. The top barely covered her breasts. From my position on the sofa, I could see the soft swells of her lower breasts. It appeared that if she moved a little too quickly the top would flip up and leave her bare breasted.

“So what do you think of this one?” she asked as she raised her arms over her head, pulling the top even higher on her breasts.

I could plainly see that her nipples were hard under the tiny top. “Wow,” was all I could say.

“I’ll take that as approval,” she said and then walked away.

My mother modeled all the outfits that she had bought. Each one seemed to reveal more skin. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little.

I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection.

Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing her nightly ritual when I saw her look directly at me. I quickly backed up into the dark hallway, but I had a feeling it was too late.

“Why don’t you come on in,” she said, staring at me.

I froze. Yep, I was caught.

When I didn’t move she said firmly, “Come in here, Jerry.”

With a trembling hand I pushed open the bedroom door and stood like a deer caught in the headlights. My pants were tented with my erection. She motioned for me to come closer. I took a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed you peeking at me?” she said with a knowing smile. “Now come over here.”

I was too embarrassed to answer. Like a zombie I walked over to where she was sitting. Although I was embarrassed, it didn’t stop me from staring. “I … I … I’m sorry,” I whispered. My eyes were large as saucers as I stared at her naked form.

“Sorry for what? Sorry that you have been spying on me? Do you think I couldn’t have stopped that a long time ago? I know you put the pieces of rubber on my bedroom and bathroom doors. Did you think you were fooling me?”

“I … uh … I’m …” I stammered, having no idea what to say. I wanted to melt into the floor. For a moment I considered turning and running. But I knew that would only delay facing the music.

“I think it’s time we both stopped pretending,” she said with a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk.”

I stood in front of her with my mind was racing. I figured this is where she laid into me and let me know what a pervert I had been. Yet hadn’t she sucked me off just last night? Who was the pervert there, I thought. Still, I wasn’t about to argue with her because I was in fact a pervert; I am the one that lusts after my own mother. I would take my medicine and hope that she didn’t hate me.

“All right, first of all, let’s discuss last night. I know I don’t have to say this, but I will anyway. What we have done is very wrong. I mean, a mother should not let her son do … or more directly a mother should not do the kind of things that I have done with you. Society frowns on mothers and sons doing sixual things. Unfortunately I have let it go too far already.”

She paused, looking at me strangely. I couldn’t tell what that look meant. Was she trying to think of the words to tell me that we had to stop? “I’m sorry,” I blurted, not knowing what I was sorry about. I was certainly not sorry about what we had done.

“There is no reason to be sorry, Jerry. You haven’t done anything wrong … I mean you are just a boy with the raging hormones to prove it.” She paused again before saying, “Jerry, you know I care for you very deeply. Our relationship has been more than a mother and son for quite some time. I feel things for you that a mother should not feel toward her son. Unfortunately I have given into my urges. Chalk it up to the wine, my libido, living without a man for so many years, or anything else you can think of. I don’t know the true answer myself. I only know how I feel about you. I love you Jerry and I think you feel the same about me. Am I right?”

Had I heard her right? Did she say she loved me? My heart was suddenly ready to leap out of my chest. She was saying things I had thought a thousand times but never imagined I would hear them from her. I heard what she was saying yet my brain was having a very difficult time understanding her words.”

“Earth to Jerry,” she said. She seemed to be saying that to me a lot lately.

“Uh … yes … I mean … I … I do love you.” My muttered words sounded incredibly lame. I had rehearsed a thousand times what I would say to her if I ever got the chance to reveal my true feelings, never expecting to get the opportunity. Now that I had the chance all I could do was stutter inane words in response. God, I’m an idiot, I thought.

She looked at me and smiled. “I guess that will do for now.” Then she said, “The other thing I know is that I love the things we have done. I know I shouldn’t and I have beat myself up over and over. Now I suppose I have accepted what we have done as a natural outcome of our closeness. We could stop and live a lie … both of us unhappy.”

I stood looking dumb wondering if she was saying we could keep doing the things we had done. That was almost too much for my mind to comprehend.

When I didn’t say anything she said, “What I am saying is that I have decided that we can continue to do sixual things … but with limits.”

I had no idea what the limits would be, and I really didn’t care at that point. I would take anything I could get.

I think my mother could see that I was no longer listening to her. She said, “Come closer, Jerry.”

I hesitated for only a second before I moved closer to her on shaky legs. Now I was standing directly in front of my mother with my cock tenting my underwear.

“Take your cock out. I want to see it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Huh?” I mumbled.

“I said, take your cock out, I want to see it,” she repeated.

I could see that her chest was moving up and down more rapidly, indicating that her breathing had increased. It matched mine. With shaking hand I reached into my underwear and pulled my cock out. It sprang out of my shorts, the head swollen and dripping clear juice. At first I felt embarrassed, but then I saw the look in my mother’s eyes and felt pride. I thrust my hips out.

“My, my, you have grown into quite a man,” she said in a half whisper as if she was talking to herself. “I couldn’t see it well last night,” she added as she reached her hand toward it.

I could see that her hand was trembling. I watched with eyes wide as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft.

“Nice and thick. It will make some woman very happy someday.”

I don’t want to make some woman happy, I thought, I want to make you happy. I watched as she began to slowly stroke me, moving her hand up and down the shaft as her eyes stared at the pulsing head. A large drop of juice appeared at the slit. She used her thumb to rub it across the head. As I stared down at my mother stroking my cock, I began to tremble. My heart was beating so rapidly that I was suddenly light headed and my knees began to grow weak.

“Mmmm, it’s getting bigger. And these balls are really starting to squirm,” she said with growing confidence at the control she had over me. “I think they need emptying. What do you think?”

Words choked in my throat and I couldn’t answer. I nodded my head.

She rubbed her palm across the dripping head, coating it with my copious juice before she began to stroke me faster.

I was gasping for breath now, my hips suddenly following the rapid movement of her hand. She worked her hand up and down my cock creating froth, which in turn created a sloppy sucking sound that echoed from the walls of her bedroom. Her sparkling blue eyes stared at the swollen head of my cock, waiting, anticipating the explosion. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Mommmm!” I gasped in warning.

She ignored me, continuing to pump my cock with increased speed. Suddenly I screamed and the head of my cock grew to the size of a small plum before the slit opened, blasting cum into the air like a broken fire hydrant. My eyes were closed, but I could hear the splats of the hot white cream as they hit my mother. My balls felt like they were on fire as stream after stream of juice poured from the end of my cock. It went on for a long time-or at least it seemed that way-before the stream began to die.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped. The smiling face of my mother was covered with my cum. Some had landed in her hair and some on her forehead with the remainder hitting her in the face. It was dripping in long strings toward her soft tits.

“Oh my,” she laughed as she looked down at the mess I had created.

“I’m … sorry,” I managed. But I wasn’t. It had been more than incredible.

“No need to apologize, cum is good for the skin; pure protein,” she said with a smile as she began to massage it into her breasts and across her stomach. “Mmmm,” she murmured as she spread my juice all over her. “Better than my expensive cream.”

I watched with wide eyes as she scooped some from her face and took it into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning in the process. I saw her swallow and my cock lurched as if it was about to get hard again.

My mother smiled and said, “I guess I had better get to bed.” She stood and stepped into my arms and gave me a mind-shattering kiss. Her tongue was alive in my mouth as her breasts pressed into my bare chest. My cock began to harden.

When my mother felt it she pulled away. She laughed and said, “Ah, youth. Now you get to bed too.” With a final kiss on the cheek and a loving pat on my slowly erecting cock she shooed me from her room.

Back in my own bed I masturbated twice before falling to sleep.