Chapitre 2616: MY WIFE, BARBARA
I felt great. I felt fantastic. I was 18 years old and I was driving fast on the freeway, heading north.
I felt great. I felt fantastic. I was behind the wheel and I had the woman I loved sitting right next me. I had her all to myself. It was just the two of us in my car.
I looked at my mother Barbara out of the corner of my eye, sitting there by my side and I felt my big stiff cock grow even harder in my pants. Boy oh boy, I was just aching to touch my mom and have her touch me. I was so tempted to just reach out and softly stroke her slim arm. I looked at her glossy lips. I wanted to kiss her.
My mother looked gorgeous. She was wearing her new sunglasses. She was wearing a pair of high heels, a pair of tight leather pants and a tiny singlet top and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her long fine auburn hair ran like a sheet of dark wet fire -- it fell over her pale shoulders. She had a sensational body. She was such a beautiful 46 year old.
I turned my head and ran my eyes down her slender neckline and my gaze plunged into her creamy cleavage. Man I was so desperate to connect with my mom's gorgeous body. I really wanted to explore every square inch of her with my lips, fingers and tongue. It was such a strange and irresistible hunger. God, I wanted to penetrate my mother's body.
"Keep your eyes on the road David," my mother said with a smile.
"Oh shit," I gasped, quickly turning back to the freeway.
My mother softly laughed. I grinned, but I kept my eyes on my driving. A moment later I reached across, in an almost unconscious gesture, and took my mother's hand in mine. She didn't resist me, even when my fingers slipped through hers.
"Keep your mind on your driving David," my mother continued. "Stop making puppy eyes at me or we'll end up going over a cliff."
I nodded and I grinned. She laughed again.
"Horny kid," my mother whispered. "You have sex on the brain 24 hours a day."
I scratched my head. I kept grinning.
I really felt elated. I felt like everything was finally falling into place and I was going to get my way. My father had cheated on my mother and my mom's private investigator caught him at it. My mother hadn't confronted my father yet with the evidence but she would. She was going to get a divorce. The coast was all clear -- I had a shot and I was taking it.
I took a chance. On the spur of the moment I invited my mother to come away with me on a two week vacation up on the northern coast. I pretty much blurted it out. I sensed my mom needed to get away and let her hair down. I think she wanted to let loose after years of stifling marriage. I sensed she was dying to get laid. I saw an opportunity and I took it.
And my mother said yes! She slowly looked me up and down with a smile and said okay. I was so taken aback and so delighted.
I had to get accommodation arranged. I found a cabin while I was scouring the internet for the right place for us. It was beautiful and it was completely private and out of the way. It was perfectly situated on a secluded part of the northern coast, just feet away from the beach and the waterline. I wanted somewhere perfect and I found it. I wanted to take my mother to bed and spend the whole 2 weeks making love to her. I didn't want any interruptions from others. I wanted to disappear off the face of the earth with the love of my life, my Barbara.
I did take a risk though. I decided to hire a honeymoon cabin. It was much more beautiful and expensive than a regular cabin, but I thought my mother would love it. Of course the only problem was the sleeping arrangements -- the honeymoon cabin only had one bedroom and one bed.
My mother wouldn't harbor any doubts or misapprehensions about my plans when she saw that honeymoon cabin with its one big beautiful bed. She would realize instantly what I wanted from her. She would understand that a dirty two weeks was what I had in mind for us.
Was I crazy? Was I mad? Surely my mother was just going to flip out and start screaming at me. Maybe I should have been more careful? Maybe I should have taken more time and gone more slowly?
Surely my mother would see that one bed and that would be it. Surely she would just flat out reject me. She would probably kick me out of the house when we got back home! I guess I was just desperate. I was taking a chance.
"What are you thinking about David," my mother asked, breaking into my torrid thoughts.
I paused for a moment.
"About you," I said, "about us."
My mother looked at me. She suddenly reached out and ran her fingertips through my hair. She stroked my cheek with her thumb. She leant in and softly kissed my ear. I closed my eyes.
"Watch the road David."
"Sorry mom."
"You're a sweet kid, but you need to pay attention to the road."
I turned and looked at my mother briefly. I wasn't sure how to take her complement. Was I just a kid in her eyes? Did she even see me as a man?
I looked back at the road.
"When you think about me, what do you think of David or shouldn't I ask?"
I burst into laughter. My mother joined in.
"I think of how much I love you Barbara," I softly stated after a moment, using her name for the first time.
"Oh that's nice," my mother said after a second, "and I thought it was going to be something dirty."
I laughed and she joined in again. She was watching me. She was studying me. All I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck my mother's brains out.
"No comment," I finally said and we laughed again.
I felt there was an opportunity to make a real connection with my mother. She was effectively single, and she was available. I know there were more than a few men who were interested in my mother and wanted to win her heart and enjoy her beautiful body. She was a real treat, and she wouldn't be single for long.
I felt like I had swooped in and stolen her away from all those desperate males. I felt like I had ushered my mother into my car, while keeping an eye out for any unwanted intruders and then whisked her away.
I wondered though: I wasn't as mature and successful as my male competitors were. I wasn't as wealthy and powerful. Furthermore, I was Barbara's child. I was her own flesh and blood, and my male competitors weren't. Surely those factors would be important? Surely that would all count against me?
I knew I had an uphill battle to convince my mom that I was boyfriend material. But still I sensed that I had a shot. I felt that I could be the one. I felt I could be her man.
I released my mother's hand. I changed gears and then took her hand in mine again. Our fingers entwined. I softly stroked her hand with my thumb. I briefly looked across at her again and she turned and looked at me. What an image. She really was the most exquisite older beauty. There was a moment of soundless communication between us. I turned back to the road with a pounding heart. I really was in love with my mother.
"You are so beautiful Barbara," I whispered.
My mother didn't say anything, but I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye. She sighed and stretched out in her seat. I couldn't help but glance down at her long legs, her hips and her chest.
"You love looking at me, don't you David."
"Sure do," I said, breaking into a grin. "You're the world's best-looking mom."
My mother laughed. She crossed and uncrossed and then crossed her legs again. She adjusted her top. I could clearly see the tips of her breasts through the material. I was sure she was flirting with me, but my mother flirted with most males. She liked playing games. She liked stirring guys up. She liked teasing men.
I decided to play with her.
"Are you wearing a bra Barbara?"
My mom burst out laughing. Her face lit up. Yes, she was flirting and stirring me up.
"Oh my God -- you're hopeless kid."
"You aren't wearing one, are you mommy."
There was more laughter.
I grinned, turned and looked at her cleavage.
"Keep your eyes off my tits, young man," she said with a smile, still adjusting her top. "Don't take your eyes off the road."
I felt a sudden mad urge to pull my car over on the side of the road, take my mother's top off and suck the tips of her beautiful breasts. I could imagine her growing confused as I drove off the freeway and skidded to a halt. Then I could imagine her screaming and wrestling with me as I tried to pull her sexy top off over her head. Then I could imagine her sighing as my lips made contact with her nipples, and then I could imagine her slowly running her fingers through my hair and cradling my head as she nursed me. Oh my God -- I just wanted to be nursed by her forever!
My mother reached inside her cigarette case and pulled out a smoke. She placed the end between her lips and then sparked her lighter. She drew in and a moment later exhaled smoke. I couldn't help myself. I loved watching my mother smoke.
"Oh my God," I whispered.
"You always get the wrong idea, whenever I do anything David."
I knew she was right, but I couldn't help it. I always imagined her kissing and sucking on the tip of a hard cock when I saw her smoking. I was sick in the head and she confirmed it with a grin.
"You're sick in the head kid."
I laughed and she laughed as well. She then drew back hard on the cigarette and I was in heaven.
"Watch out David," my mother exclaimed, pointing, smoke pouring from her mouth. "You almost hit that guy!"
I gasped and turned back to the road. My mother was right -- I almost smashed into someone's side. I got control of the car.
"God, you crazy kid! You've got sex on the brain and you almost killed us."
I grinned and scratched my head. We were silent.
"I love watching you smoke mom," I muttered a few moments later. "You're so sexy when you do that."
"Oh really?"
"Yep."
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. My mother shook her head. She was still grinning. She lowered the window and exhaled smoke from the flying car.
We cruised along the freeway for another 15 minutes and then we turned off onto a local road. It was late afternoon and the shadows from the trees, which lined our passage, cast mottled patterns on my car as we slowly wound our way west. We were driving inland. We were heading towards the coast. The signs said that it would take another 10 miles before we were at the water.
I slowly made the final turn some time later. The car hummed and rumbled gently as we descended and then cruised along the final road to our beachside cabin.
I turned and pulled into the driveway at the bottom of the road. The tires of the car sizzled softly on the sandy drive. I could hear crashing waves in the distance and the screech of sea birds. I pulled the car to a stop and switched off the motor.
"We're here," I softly said to my mother.
"Sure are," Barbara returned.
We got out of my car. We stretched. We unpacked our suitcases from the boot and then ambled up the stairs to the front door to our cabin. I slid the key inside the lock. I turned the key and the door handle at the same time. With a thumping heart I pushed the front door open.
"And presto," my mother whispered.
I grinned and reached down and picked up our suitcases. I marched inside the cabin. A stale musty smell lingered in the place, along with...
"Mothballs," my mother said, finishing my thought for me.
"Yep."
I walked down the corridor. I briefly glanced at the neat kitchenette on my left and the bathroom on my right. It was a beautiful and elegant place. There was a lounge room. There was a laundry. There was a hot tub. There was only one bedroom.
My heart continued to pound in my chest as I careened along that narrow hall, the suitcases swinging in my hands. The door to the bedroom loomed before me. My mother was right behind me. I could hear her heels on the carpet. What was she going to do and what was she going to say when she followed me into the bedroom and realized what I had done?
There was only one bedroom in the whole cabin and there was only one bed.
I arrived and walked into the bedroom. It was a gorgeous room. It contained two sets of bedside drawers, a built in wardrobe and a large dresser. I carefully set the suitcases down in the corner of the bedroom. I tried to act casually. I even attempted to whistle, but only managed to blow out a feeble whiny sound.
The bed was large and dominated the room. It was queen or king sized. It stood out like a sore thumb. I pretended not to notice it.
Man I was shaking. I inhaled deeply and tried to keep my cool. I didn't know what my mother was going to do. Would she explode? Would she scream? Would she turn around and demand that I drive her home at once?
My mother came into the bedroom and slowly looked around. She then disappeared. I heard her footsteps in the corridor. I heard her wandering around the lounge room. She came back a moment later. She walked back into the bedroom. She looked at me.
It really did take an effort just to keep my cool. I could feel her gaze on me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Her arms were crossed and a faint smile played at the edges of her lips.
"I think this is the honeymoon cabin," my mother said.
"Oh wow," I said, looking around quickly. "I didn't realize."
"Uh huh," my mother said with a doubtful tone in her voice, "but you booked it and paid for it - remember?"
I scratched my scalp. My mother softly laughed. I looked at her with a red faced grin. She shook her head.
"Right," she asked.
"Ummm sure I guess - I must have misread the brochure."
"Uh huh - sure David."
"It's a nice cabin."
"And there's only one bed, David," she finally stated in a soft voice.
I looked down at the bed. So far, so good -- at least she wasn't screaming or storming out. She watched me for a moment.
"David?"
"Yes, there's only one bed," I almost whispered, growing so excited, my hands fidgeting.
My mother laughed at me. She shook her head.
My mother turned away for a moment. I looked up and slowly ran my eyes up and down her beautiful body as she peered about. I lingered on her long glossy red hair. I wondered for a moment whether she was aware of me looking at her curves. She turned back to me.
"Fortune favours the brave? Is that your thinking David?"
I felt a bit out of my depth. I was silent for a second. She was my mom after all.
"Hmmm," she softly asked, taking a few steps towards me.
"Maybe," I finally said, watching her with a smile.
"Maybe," my mother asked and then she said. "You know I could call your father."
For a second I didn't know if she was serious or not. I bit my bottom lip. My mom was going to divorce my dad. He had fucked up and paid the price. My mother belonged to me. How could she threaten to call my father? She hated him. She looked at me for a second.
"Fortune favours the brave David."
She stared at me. She abruptly pulled her mobile out of the pocket of her leather pants. She touched the screen and put the phone to her ear. She turned her back to me.
"No don't," I blurted out.
My mother hung up. She slid the phone back in her pocket. She then turned and walked out of the bedroom. I heard her footsteps.
"Are you coming," she called back at me, "the car won't unpack itself."
I gasped and chased after her.
I didn't know where I stood and my mother wasn't exactly explaining. We brought in each piece of luggage. I then locked the car. I closed the door to the cabin and I followed her back into the bedroom.
Her suitcases were on the end of the bed. They were open. She was picking up clothing, holding the garments up to the light and packing them carefully away inside the dresser drawers.
"You can use the bottom two dresser drawers David," my mother said, "and the left side of the built in wardrobe."
I was momentarily dazzled and didn't really hear her. My eyes grew wide and a grin broke on my face. My mother hummed and smiled as if pleasantly distracted. She was pulling out and holding up lingerie. I watched the light from the window stream into the room and through the lace and silk. The sheer material glowed translucently.
"Is that okay David," my mother asked, picking up a pair of filmy stockings and holding them up to the light.
"Huh," I asked, shaking the distraction out of my head and looking at her.
"Are you okay using the bottom two dresser drawers and the left side of the wardrobe?"
"Oh yeah - no worries mom."
My mother put the stockings away. She broke into a grin. She reached into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of lace panties. She held them up in her fingertips and shook them at me.
"What do you think David? They're sexy, aren't they?"
I stared at the black lace. They left nothing to the imagination.
"Sure are," I whispered.
My mother laughed. She watched me. I had a huge hard on in my pants.
"I bet you would love to see me in these, wouldn't you David."
"Oh yeah," I softly said as she waved the lacy underwear around.
"Maybe you should go and have an ice cold shower honey," my mother suggested as she turned to the dresser drawer and dropped the panties in.
I smiled.
"Scram kid," she stated, her eyes growing wide, "and you better choose something nice to wear for dinner. It's almost dark."
I scratched my head. I watched my mother pull out a tiny two piece bikini from her suitcase. I turned to go.
"Oh and David, I like sleeping on the left hand side."
I gasped. My eyes grew wide. She continued.
"But I'm not sure whether you'll be sharing a bed with me tonight. I may meet a hot man and bring him back here. I am on vacation. You may end up on the lounge for the whole two weeks."
I grit my teeth. I scratched my head. I held my tongue. My mother's soft teasing laughter caressed my ears as I walked down the corridor and entered the bathroom. I really did need a cold shower.
"And soak you're head in ice as well, you horny kid."
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, closing the bathroom door behind me.
* * * * *
I stood there and drank my mother in with my eyes. I held her chair out and invited her to sit down. She smiled at me, stepped past me and then sank down into her seat. I carefully pushed her chair in as she dropped.
"Thank you honey," she whispered.
"You're welcome."
More than a few men looked up from their dinners and ran their vision over my mom.
Barbara had pinned up her long fine hair, exposing her pale neck and shoulders. She was wearing her sapphires to highlight her rich blue eyes. Her pale ears and chest glittered with jewellery. She was dressed in a sexy cocktail dress and stiletto high heels.
I sat down carefully. I was feeling anxious and I was trying to keep my cool. The waiter arrived the moment I was seated. He poured each of us a glass of champagne and then vanished. I looked across at my mother. I held out my glass to her and she touched my glass with hers. We sipped and eyed each other. My mother put her glass down. We were silent for a moment. I was lost for words. I broke into a smile and she smiled back.
Don't be nervous," my mother finally said.
"I'm sorry," I returned, "you just look breathtaking tonight. I'm having trouble thinking of something to say."
My mother broke into laughter. She sipped her champagne. She avoided my eyes for a moment. She looked back at me.
"You're looking pretty smashing as well honey," my mom finally said after a moment.
"Thanks mom."
Barbara broke into more laughter. I grinned at her. I looked into her blue eyes and I felt lost. I felt intoxicated. I could smell her scent.
She drained her glass.
"Here pour me another one David," she said, waving her glass in front of me.
I picked up the bottle and filled her glass. I topped myself up. We drank. The waiter came and took our orders. My eyes wandered all over my mother as she chose her meal from the menu.
"Do you like what you see David," Barbara softly asked me with a smile after the waiter left.
"Yes I do," I replied, "you're so beautiful."
"And I'm sexy, huh."
"Oh yeah," I softly enthused, leaning forward in my chair, "you're the sexiest woman here."
My mother smiled and slowly leant forward as well. I looked into her eyes. I gazed at her glossy lips as she softly smiled at me. My vision slowly dropped to Barbara's cleavage. I nibbled my bottom lip. I gulped my champagne. My cock was so hard.
"God the way you ogle me," my mother said. "I think you've undressed me a dozen times so far tonight son."
"I don't have much self-control around you Barbara."
"Absolutely," my mom whispered, leaning forward just a touch more, so her cleavage was even more exposed. "You have almost none."
I bit my lip. I went to reach out for her hand, but the waiter arrived with the entrees. My mother burst out laughing. She sipped her champagne. She withdrew her hand.
Barbara motioned for me to lean further across the table. I did and she leant in. She placed her lips against my ear. I closed my eyes as she whispered.
"I think you need a girlfriend son. You're far too desperate."
I nodded. I made her turn her head. I whispered in her pale ear.
"Definitely."
"Do you have someone in mind David?"
"Uh huh, oh yeah."
"Someone close to your own age?"
"Hmmm, no not really -- I like older women."
"Older women -- you mean like a cougar?"
"Uh huh, oh yeah."
I saw an opening. My lips were just inches from my mothers. They were glossy and parted. They were inviting. I closed my eyes and turned my head. I slowly advanced. I ended up only kissing the air. I opened my eyes wide with surprise. My mother had leant back, picked up her knife and fork and was eating her entrée.
I went red in the face. She broke into laughter as I sat back. I sipped my champagne. I put my glass down and picked up my cutlery and ate. We finished our starters without a word, but our eyes spoke volumes.
I put down my fork.
"Spoil sport - you like teasing me -- don't you," I said after a moment.
My mother put down her fork. She picked up her glass.
"I sure do son," my mother said. "It's so much fun."
"Stirrer."
"I'm wearing those black lace panties under my dress -- no bra David."
I gasped. I gulped my drink and choked on it.
My mother laughed. She sipped her champagne. She leant forward again and my eyes dropped to her breasts as if I was programmed to do nothing else. On the spur of the moment I reached out and took her hand in mine. My mother stopped grinning. She pondered me seriously. She put her glass down.
She leant forward and whispered in my ear.
"You know this is crazy David. I can't give you what you want."
"It's not crazy," I whispered back, "you know how I feel about you, mommy."
Barbara softly laughed. She shook her head.
"Don't call me that. Don't call me mommy. It's just makes everything that much weirder."
"Okay Barbara," I said with a smile.
"Oh my God," my mother said, "you're completely twisted, kid."
"I'm going to undress you tonight mom. I'm going to take all your clothes off."
Barbara laughed. She grew red in the face. She drained her champagne.
"And then what," my mother asked.
"You know," I whispered.
"No, come on, tell me David."
"Then I'm going to take my clothes off and pick you up and carry you to the bed mom. I'm going to drop you down on your back."
"Uh huh - then what son?"
Then I'm going to climb on top of you and..."
The waiter arrived with our main meals. My mother withdrew and sat back with a red face. She gave the bored waiter a beaming smile as she picked up the champagne bottle and filled her glass. She drank champagne and wouldn't look at me for a moment. I drank and watched her.
The waiter finally left. We said nothing for a few moments. I broke the silence by commenting on the meals as we ate. My mother was non-committal. I began thinking I had offended her with my crude talk. Then she looked at me and I saw her carefully sizing me up.
How was this going to end up, I wondered as I gazed into her beautiful eyes.
I was so desperate to explore and enjoy all of those incestuous pleasures, which had taken over so many of my thoughts lately. Surely my mother wouldn't say no to me. We were both here alone in this beautiful place, miles from anyone. She and my father were going to get a divorce. I didn't get a sense that the taboo would stop her if she really wanted to sleep with me.
Did my mother love me enough to give me what I most wanted? I mean it was now or never. If I didn't make this happen now, then I would regret it for the rest of my life. We were both here alone. It was now or never.
My mother kept silently evaluating me as she ate. I really started to think I had blown it. My dream of being with this woman who had conceived me, carried me for 9 months in her body, given birth to me, breast fed me, treated my cuts and scrapes and raised me seemed to be vanishing into thin air. I wanted to love her. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I wanted to marry her. I desperately wanted her to want me.
We finished dinner. We sat there for a moment in silence. She sipped her drink and cast her eyes around the room.
"Oh mommy," I whispered, feeling defeated.
Barbara put her glass down. She stood up. She came around and reached out for me. I took her hand and stood up. I looked into her eyes. She came in close. She stroked the side of my face with her free hand.
"I want to dance," she said to me. "Dance with me David."
"Sure mom," I said, breaking into a smile.
She turned and led me by the hand through a narrow aisle between the tables. We stepped out through the open French doors and onto the wide balcony. The night air was warm and the music wafted across the space and hung in the air.
My mother stopped in the middle of the balcony. She let go of my hand and turned to face me. The subdued light from the surrounding tables and the long string of globes lining the balcony glowed in her hair. She stepped in close to me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and I slipped my arm around her waist. Our fingers entwined. We began to slowly dance. She was right up against me.
For a moment I wondered what all those people around us thought. Did they think my mother was an aggressive cougar with a cub, or a cradle snatcher? Did they see the family resemblance in our facial features and note it?
Barbara felt so good in my arms. It only took a moment. She let go of my hand. Her hand slipped off my shoulder and she took me in her arms. I sighed and slowly closed my eyes. I cuddled her as we slowly turned and turned to the soft dreamy melody spreading out across the balcony in the night air.
I could feel her breath in my ear as she slowly exhaled. I could feel her lips on my cheek. I could feel her beautiful body pressed right up against mine.
"Oh my God," I whispered. "I love dancing with you, mom."
"This is nice, isn't it David," my mother softly said.
"I'm so glad you said yes and came away with me mom. I love you."
My mother softly laughed in my ear. Her giggle sent shivers up my spine. My cock was still rock hard.
"I'm glad I said yes as well."
"You know Barbara I really do...," I urged, before my mother cut me off.
"Don't say it unless you really mean it David. I've already had my heart broken by one liar. I couldn't handle it done by another."
"I do mean it mom," I whispered in my mother's ear as I ran my fingers up and down her spine.
I heard my mom sigh. I felt her gently tremble as I touched her.
"I think you're just looking for a good time David," my mother said, running her fingers through my hair. "I think you just want to take me to bed."
Her warm breath in my ear caused me to lose the plot of our conversation. For a moment I thought I was going to cum in my pants. She was pressed up against me.
"David?"
"Oh my God," I hissed.
She started softly laughing in my ear.
"Are you actually going to cum," my mom asked me.
"No I just...," I said before she cut me off.
"You're about to cum, aren't you - be honest?"
"No, I mean, well I mean, no I..."
"Yeah right - you have no self-control honey. You're out of your depth David. You wouldn't last 2 minutes in bed with me."
"Oh my God mommy," I whispered.
Barbara laughed again. She seemed to glue herself to me. She softly kissed my neck. I could feel her lips touching the sensitive skin around my ear. I sighed and closed my eyes.
"I can feel your cock digging into me David."
"Oh my God mom."
"It's pretty big. It's thick."
"Oh my God mom."
"I guess you've never heard me talk this way before -- it must be strange for you."
"I love it mom."
"Desperate horny kid."
I ran my hands up and down her back. I let my palms slide over my mother's behind.
"I think you've fallen under my spell David," my mother whispered in my ear as she ran her fingers through my hair and then caressed the back of my neck with her thumb.
I gently laughed. I held Barbara close to me as we danced. I was aching for her to seduce me with her soft words and her light warm touch.
"Don't you think so David?"
"I think so as well mom." I whispered back after a moment. "I've always wanted to be under your spell."
My mother laughed in my ear.
"You like being seduced by an older woman," Barbara asked.
I nodded my head.
"Yeah," I whispered.
"But I thought you were the one coming onto me David? You've been so pushy."
I laughed again.
"I guess I am a bit out of my depth mommy."
"You're just really horny, right?"
"All the time mom."
"Uh huh," my mother said, cupping the side of my face in her hand and stroking my cheek, while looking into my eyes, "I think so as well. It is a bit dangerous though, my love."
"No, I don't think so," I returned with a sigh, closing my eyes as she softly kissed my cheek and then placed her lips on my ear and exhaled inside. "Why is it dangerous, mother?"
"Well I might decide to take advantage of you David. I might push you around. I might overwhelm you. I mean I probably will do that if I decide to sleep with you. And that's what you want, right?"
I gasped. A thrill ran through me. I grinned. My mother laughed at me.
"David?"
I softly smiled.
"I mean that's what would happen David. One person usually gets the upper hand in a relationship and I certainly would have the control in any relationship we decided to have."
"Yes, I understand Barbara."
"And is that something you want?"
"Yes, I want that," I whispered, pressing my erection into her body.
My mother laughed again.
"Then again I might just call your father and tell him all about your sleazy shenanigans."
I gasped at the idea.
"Ah look out," my mother whispered, interrupting her spell casting. "A guy is coming over to cut in."
I opened my eyes and looked. Sure enough an older man had gotten up from his seat at the edge of the dance floor and was coming across the balcony. I felt suddenly possessive and jealous. I felt angry.
"He's pretty good looking David, and he's closer to my age than you are."
"Don't," I hissed.
"He looks like he's really good in bed David. I'm sure he would last a lot longer than you would."
"Mom!"
"I told you I might make you sleep on the lounge for the whole 2 weeks. I told you I might find a hot man and share the honeymoon bed with him. Didn't I say that?"
My mother and I were bickering in our soft voices. The older man had reached us. He stood besides us. He cleared his throat.
"Hmmm, didn't I say that David? I'll make you listen at the bedroom door. Didn't I..."
"Yes mother, I remember."
"May I cut in," the older man finally asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.
My mom peeled herself off me. She turned and looked at the man. She broke into a beautiful smile. I was all set to shove him, to tell him to fuck off, but I didn't want to upset my mother.
He was a good looking guy and he was older than I was. Barbara was looking up at him with her dreamy come fuck me eyes and that soft seductive smile on her lips. I grew so anxious.
"Can I have a dance with you beautiful lady?"
"I love you Barbara," I said desperately, "I adore you and I can't stop thinking about you."
"Can I have a dance with you beautiful lady?"
My mother looked sideways at me. The older man reached in to take my mother's hand. She slowly pulled it away. She turned back to me. I felt her press her body against mine again. She was back in my arms.
"I'm not interested. My husband and I are on our honeymoon. It's our first day here," my mother said, looking in my eyes and slowly running her fingers through my hair. "We have some big plans for tonight. We have some fireworks organized."
I gasped. My mom gazed at my mouth.
"Don't we honey," my mother asked me. "There's going to be a few explosions tonight."
I grinned at Barbara. I ran my hands over her body.
"I see, but one dance wouldn't hurt," the older man said.
"Didn't you hear what I just said," my mother stated.
"Your husband is a very lucky young man, but still..."
My mother turned her head. She addressed the intruder.
"Fuck off," Barbara stated.
I grinned at my mother. She turned back to me. It happened so swiftly. The intruder got to watch.
My mom took the sides of my face in her hands. She leant in, closing her eyes as she advanced. She parted her lips. I gasped and closed my eyes. Our lips met in a kiss.
Barbara softly whined and sighed as our mouths collided. I sensed that the older man had withdrawn, with his tail between his legs.
Oh my God, I thought. I was kissing my mother on a balcony in a restaurant in paradise. My incestuous dreams were going to come true!
* * * * *
We were inside the honeymoon cabin. We were inside the bedroom. My head was spinning and my body was on fire. My mother broke our deep noisy kiss -- she withdrew her tongue from my mouth and her lips from mine. She backed out of my arms. I urgently reached for her, but she slapped my hand away.
"Owww," I whined.
"Just stand there and watch son," my mother whispered.
My hands trembled. I was breathing hard and fast and my heart pounded in my chest. I stood there and watched as my mother turned her back to me.
"Unzip me David," Barbara asked.
I stepped up to her. I took the zipper in my fingertips and pulled it down. She stepped away from me again. She turned to face me. She slipped the shoulder straps from her shoulders. She took the dress in her fingertips and wriggled, shimmied and pulled. The sexy black dress fell to the floor.
"Oh my God mommy," I hissed.
She was about to kick off her high heels and roll her stockings down and off.
"No, leave them on Barbara," I demanded.
She grinned at me in the dark. I stared at my mother's pale delicious curves. I slowly ran my eyes over her bare breasts. My eyes descended, taking in her legs. She was wearing the pair of sexy black lace panties, under her cocktail dress, just as she said she was. The underwear clung to her creamy hips. She turned and showed me her white back -- the dark lace looked so striking against her skin.
"Come here and give your mother a kiss, Barbara softly said, turning back to me, opening her arms.
I went to her again. I took her warm beautiful form in my arms. I ran my fingers through the dark hair obscuring her dark eyes. I leant in and our mouths met in another deep hot kiss. I slid my tongue inside Barbara's mouth and she wrestled me with hers.
I broke the kiss and buried my lips in the nape of her neck. I was hyperventilating. I was so excited. My mom sighed. I felt her fingers fiddling with my shirt. She unbuttoned me so quickly. She made me break contact with her neck so she could pull my shirt off me. Barbara dropped it to the floor and went after my pants. I ran my fingers along the back of her neck, gently caressing the hair I found there. I kissed her. I placed soft pecks on the side of her neck.
My mother laughed and kissed my chest. I gasped -- Barbara took one of my nipples between her lips and sucked on the tip. She flicked her tongue against it over and over.
"Oh, Jesus mom!"
I cradled the back of her head with one hand, while I softly stroked and squeezed her breasts with my other hand. My lips were still running quickly up and down my mother's neck.
She undid my belt and pulled it free. She dropped it and then went and unsnapped by pants and then reached in and unzipped me. My pants dropped to my feet. She told me to step out and I did. I kicked off my shoes.
My mother shoved her hand inside my underwear. She grabbed hold of the base of my large hard cock. She crushed the shaft in her small hot hand. I groaned in her ear. I jumped on the spot. Her hand slid up the length and closed around the knob.
"Ohhhh," I groaned into her hair.
"Like that baby," Barbara asked with a laugh.
"Oh God yes," I replied, muttering softly in her ear.
I twitched as she squeezed the head of my cock.
"It's very hard David."
"God, I love you mother," I enthused and then groaned.
"I know you do baby. It feels good, doesn't it."
I didn't answer. I sought out my mother's lips. I ran my fingers down her belly as our mouths collided again in a noisy contact. I wriggled in under the black lace undies and pushed my hand in. My mother sighed and kissed me more deeply and fiercely as my fingers ran over her damp pubic hair and slipped along the folds of her pussy. I found Barbara's clitoris quickly and began to gently roll and rub my thumb and index finger over it, while my other fingers caressed her labia.
She was so wet. She was slippery. She reached down and grabbed my moving hand through the black lace. I placed 2 fingers on the entrance to her body and pressed. She broke the kiss. She closed her eyes tight and her jaw slowly dropped.
"Got ya mom, "I whispered as I slowly pushed my 2 fingers inside Barbara's body.
"Awww my gawd kid," my mother groaned out.
We stood there in the dark bedroom jerking each other off. I finger-fucked my mom with deep firm strokes. My thumb circled and slipped over her clitoris. She was rolling and twisting her hips. Barbara's hand was still in my underwear. She was working me into a frenzy with her long thick strokes. I could hear her caressing my length. The motion was sticky and squishy.
"Mommy, stop or else I'll...," I hissed, but she cut in.
"Oh my God kid, I can't handle...," she whispered.
We pulled our hands out of each other's pants with a laugh. I kissed her deeply one more time and then I reached down and pulled off my underwear. My large cock sprang out.
She pulled her black lace panties down and off. She left the stockings and high heels on as I asked her to.
"You can keep these as a souvenir or a trophy," my mother said, throwing the black lace panties in the direction of my suitcase. "I won't wash them for you either."
I grinned."I can show them to dad," I suggested with a cheeky grin.
My mother laughed.
"I don't know about that," she said, "he might get really pissed at you and we both may end up in jail if he gets nasty."
"You're all mine now Barbara."
"Yep, sure am."
My Mom looked at my dick. She grinned.
"Nice one," she whispered, "Do you want me to suck that first before we fuck?"
"Oh my God, please yes, "I whispered.
"You better not blow it too soon though baby or there'll be hell to pay."
I turned and Barbara smacked my behind hard with the palm of her hand. The sound rang out in the bedroom.
"Owww," I said, looking back at her and grinning.
"Did you like that David," she asked.
I rubbed my bum and nodded. My mother laughed.
"I'll put you over my knee later honey and really let you have it, but for now get on that damned bed kid."
"Do you promise mom?"
"Oh yeah David," my mother said, "you won't be able to sit down for a week after I finish with you."
I laughed and climbed onto the honeymoon bed. Barbara followed me on.
I felt her grab me from behind. She started laughing. I turned and took her in my arms. We were both laughing. We were wrestling. We were shrieking. I got her down. I almost had her pinned.
My mother and I rolled across the bed. We were close to the edge at one moment and I thought we were going to fall right off the side of the bed. I picked her up and sat up with her. My lips met hers and we kissed deeply. My hands roved slowly over her pale breasts. The two of us settled. We were both deeply absorbed in each other.
Barbara broke the kiss with a sweet smack. She exhaled hotly in my face. Her eyes were inches from mine. She slowly ran her fingers through my damp hair. We were both so aroused and so focused on each other.
"I love you mommy," I softly said, gazing into her dark shadowy eyes.
"I love you too David," Barbara whispered, "and I'm going to show you how much. Now go and lay down in the middle of the bed."
I moved back to the centre of the bed.
"Get down on your back kid and get ready for heaven," my mom stated.
I lay down and put my hands behind my head. My mother approached from between my open legs. She was a shadowy fluid leonine form in the darkness. I watched her head drop and I felt her soft lips touch my toes and her warm breath caress the skin on the underside of my feet. I felt her mouth come into contact again and again with my calves and my knees as she moved up my body. She slowly ran her hands along my legs as she moved between my thighs. I felt her rub her face on me as she traversed me.
"Oh, Barbara, I love it so much," I whispered as I felt her hot breath, her hair, and her lips on my hips.
"I know you do my baby," my mother whispered, looking up at me with a soft smile, "I can feel your body trembling."
I sighed again as my mom's breasts met my tingling cock. She positioned them and then lay down. I felt her nipple hard against the middle of the underside of my shaft. I could sense her breast squished and billowing against my length. Meanwhile her lips were travelling over my ribs and her fingers were slowly crawling across my chest.
I closed my eyes and slowly extended my head back, stretching my spine, so I was grinding my scalp in the pillow and was taut and trembling as Barbara touched me.
My mother laughed at me. She lunged at my nipples. She nibbled and sucked them.
"Oh God mom," I hissed, "suck my dick. Please do it."
Barbara broke into more sweet laughter. She softly slapped my belly. I flexed my body. I curved my spine. My cock was hard and it was dripping.
"Desperate kid -- what, you don't like being teased and driven slowly mad?"
"Awww c'mon mom," I added, pleading with her, "do it, please."
My mom laughed again. She dropped down between my legs. She took the base of my cock in her fingertips. I saw her face positioned behind my shaft. We both watched as yet another drop of fluid emerged from the point. She laughed.
"Horny kid," she whispered, "whoops, wasn't quick enough -- it's run down your dick."
I gasped as my mother moved and did it. Her head dropped. Her lips came into contact with the head. Her mouth slipped snugly and firmly over the knob and then she was sinking down the shaft. I gasped and then I groaned as I felt her hot soft mouth engulf me.
I curled my toes and I reached out and placed my hand on my mother's pale shoulder. I watched Barbara's head slowly drop and then slowly rise through half closed eyes.
My whole body from top to toes was awash in the most exquisite sort of pleasure. I could feel my mother dragging and sucking, her head rising, her head twisting, as she withdrew with a sticky slurp. My cock tingled as she did it. I groaned again and again as she did it. I watched her quickly flash her soft tongue over the point when she was at the top and then I watched her drop again and felt that wet heat surrounding me.
"Oh my God mommy," I urged her as she started flashing up and down in the dark.
"You like that kid," Barbara asked me quickly, momentarily releasing me at the top of the stroke, before licking the oozing tip, and sinking down yet again.
"Yes, yes," I whispered, "turn your body around and sit on my face mom."
"Ooh, that's an idea," Barbara stated, looking up at me once she had finished her next stroke.
My mother rose over me. She swung her leg and positioned herself. I reached up and took hold of her hips in my hands. I inhaled and mom sat down on my face. My lips met her wet pussy. I groaned deeply. I was in heaven.
I ran my flat tongue back and forth across my mother's pussy. I reached in and gently pulled her lips apart with my fingertips and then focused on washing and flicking my mother's clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I felt Barbara's body tremble as I worked on her and worked on her and worked on her.
The aroma of my mother's body was so intoxicating. I couldn't breathe for a long time, but I wouldn't come up for air. I kept my eyes closed tight and just kept licking and sucking on her sweet spot. I was trying to provoke her. I could hear Barbara moaning with her mouth full. She was moving her lower body in short sharp circles and driving back and forth against my facial features.
Meanwhile my mother continued to suck my cock. My body was growing more and more tense as I approached orgasm. I was groaning with my mouth full.
I slipped out from underneath her. She withdrew. My hard cock popped out of her mouth. My whole body was trembling. My whole body was tense. My groin was radiating pleasure. Barbara lay down on her side and grinned at me.
I reached out and grabbed my mom's hip.
"God, I wanna fuck you mommy," I fiercely whispered.
"I know you do son, but take a quick break or else you'll lose it too quickly inside me."
"Please mommy," I pleaded, moving in closer. "I wanna fuck you so badly."
"Shoosh, shoosh baby," My mother whispered in my ear, soothing me, running her fingers through my hair. "You do as I tell you to do."
She took me in her arms. She gazed into my eyes. She leant in and kissed my lips. She broke the kiss and ran her fingers through my hair. She kissed my neck. She kissed my ears and then my mouth again.
"You're my baby," she whispered after breaking the kiss, "my one and only."
I grinned and I nodded.
"You're more important to me, than your daddy is," she said. She kissed me again.
"Yes, I love you so much mommy," I whispered in her face when she broke the kiss again.
"I love you too baby," Barbara whispered. "Okay enough waiting son, let me get underneath you and then we'll do it."
Oh boy, I was so ready for this! I had been waiting for this moment for so long!
My mother stretched out on her back, her head on the pillow. I was on my knees. My eyes were fixed on her groin. My cock was hard and thick.
Barbara grinned up at me. She grew her legs back and she slowly spread her thighs in front of me. I sighed. My eyes were glued on my mom's pussy. I could see the shape of her lips and the thatch of hair in the dark bedroom. Everything was sunken in shadow. I took my eyes off my mother's pussy for a second and ran my eyes along her legs and over her feet. She was wearing her glossy stilettos and her sheer stockings.
"Like what you see son," my mom asked me with a smile, as my eyes drifted on to her pussy again.
I nodded. I licked my lips. I was so ready. I didn't say anything. I moved between her open legs. I adjusted myself. My mother took my cock in her fingers and positioned me. She placed a hand on my side. My oozing tip was brushing against soft female pussy.
My mother released a long drawn out wail and I groaned as I did it. I pushed and I felt my mother's pussy softly resist me for a fleeting moment, and then her body was completely vulnerable to me. My jaw dropped as I felt my knob just penetrate and vanish inside Barbara's snug molten body. And I just kept slowly plummeting. My mother's lips slipped smoothly and snugly around my thick shaft. Inch after inch plunged inside and then I hit rock bottom.
"Awwwww," my mum and I exploded together. "Awwwww Jesus!"
She grabbed my sides and threw her head back and closed her eyes. I looked down at my mother and my jaw dropped. I was hyperventilating. I was screwing her. I was rubbing my cock inside her. My cock was buried really deep. She was so slippery.
"Awwwww my God - you fucking beautiful kid!"
"Ohhhh mommy," I whined.
My mother opened her eyes. I stretched out and kissed her lips. She ran her hands up my flanks and gently pulled me down on top of her. The two of us made out as I withdrew my cock and then slid it back inside her.
Barbara broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.
"Make love to me son. Make it hot and adoring."
"Yes, Barbara my love," I whispered.
I cradled my mother under her shoulder blades. I kissed her mouth and her neck. My lower body moved swiftly and rhythmically. Her body rolled and accepted my deep thrusts with a soft slap of form upon form.
"Awwww Awwww Awwww," my mother and I repeated together.
That tingling sensation, which my mother had caused, when she sucked my cock returned. I was moving more forcefully. Barbara was groaning. She was dragging her fingernails along my spine. The underside of my knob billowed and dragged effortlessly in the depths of my own mother. Pre-cum leapt. My sensitive shaft flashed, penetrating with a squish.
"Awwwww fuck mommy!"
"Awwwww God honey," she shrieked at me.
It felt so good. The pleasure was just dynamite. It was so delicious and it was building and building.
"Awwwww God mommy!"
My cock was growing even thicker and harder as my body was preparing itself. I must have been so awkward and so crude. My mother wasn't complaining though.
"Awwwww I'm going to cum honey," my mother said in a deep voice. "You're going to make mommy cum baby. Awwwww."
Barbara ran her fingers through my hair. She grabbed my shoulders and then she grabbed my sides. Her body began to tremble. Her limbs grew animated. I watched her jaw drop and her eyes close. Her body began to rock. I penetrated her. I screwed her deeply. She came with a flood of fluid on my cock.
"God, I love incest," I fiercely whispered.
"AWWWWW GGGGAAAAWWWWDDDD DDDDAAAAVVVVVIIIIDDDD IIII'MMMM CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!"
I was so close to exploding myself. My mother jerked back and forth. Every part of her beautiful body was moving with nervous explosions and racing tremors. The perspiration shone on her skin. Her damp hair clung to her forehead. I couldn't take it anymore -- it felt so good and she was my mother after all.
"AAAAWWWW DDDDAAAAVVVVIIIIDDDD HHHHOOOONNNNEEEEYYYY!"
I lost control. My hips were running on autopilot. My mom felt so snug and so soft and so hot. Her beautiful body was built to take my semen.
"Awwwww God mommy," I stated loudly and then my voice grew in volume, "AWWWW MMMMOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYY! AWWWW MMMMOOOOMMMMMMMMYYYY!"
I shuddered. I was so repetitive. I drove my cock in and drew it out repeatedly in short sharp bursts as the sensation tore through my dick. I began to fire. I shot hard. I impaled my trembling epileptic mother deeply and fired my hot semen inside her again and then again and then again.
"AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW!"
She locked me in place with her legs. The two of us rolled across the bed. She was coming down from her orgasm and I was squirting and dribbling inside her beautiful body. It was ecstatic and it was noisy. My mom ended up on top of me when I abruptly finished with a hard shudder.
"Oh my God honey," Barbara stated, trembling and out of breath, "Mommy loves you so much!"
I ran my fingers through her damp auburn hair, sweeping the loose strands from her dark eyes. Her head dropped and her lips sank into mine. We pressed our tongues together. We ran our hands over each other. We broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes.
"I love you mummy," I whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too my baby," Barbara said.
A moment later we were kissing again. It was deep and feverish. It was incredible. The two of us had lost our minds.
* * * * **
It was the most amazing 2 weeks of my life. I really didn't want to leave.
Everything had changed between my mom and I. The car trip here and our first dinner together were fun. We had flirted and talked dirty to each other. We had laughed and drunk too much champagne. But then we had come back to the cabin after dinner and had sex. Then later that night we had sex again. And then later that night we had sex again. There were so many orgasms and we shared so much cum over the course of 2 weeks.
Everything had changed between mom and I. We were in love with each other. We were making love together every night.
We liked to sleep face to face, in each other's arms, with the twisted and damp bed sheets wrapped around our limbs. The warm scented breeze would pass through the open window and the sunlight would touch our bodies in the morning. We would lie together in the deepest slumber until the early afternoon. Hunger would drive us to peel our sticky bodies apart and go in search of food. Then in the later afternoon we would peel all our clothes off, race hand in hand down the sand and swim in the sea as the sun slowly dropped and the sky was filled with fire.
My mother and I spent all our time alone, except for dinner. We always showered together in the dark and then we dressed well. We got in my car at night and we would drive to a restaurant. We ate. We came back here. We just ignored everybody. It was just us two in our bubble.
The nightly love ritual would start again in our honeymoon bed and it wouldn't stop until the early hours of the morning. I never realised that another person could make me feel so good. It really was a dream come true connecting sexually with one of my parents.
This was such a great moment.
"I love you so much David."
"I love you so much as well mom. Let's get married. I want you to be my wife."
My mother looked at me with surprise and then she broke into soft laughter. She studied me in silence for a moment. She kissed my mouth hard. Barbara broke the kiss. She looked down at my hard cock. She rolled onto her back.
"Come here son." My mother whispered urgently, reaching for me, "we'll talk about how I'm going to divorce your father and marry you, as we fuck."
I gasped. My eyes lit up. I leapt up. Soon enough the sounds of fiercely whispered words, of groans, of forced breathing and of thumping colliding bodies filled the cabin as the mysterious night hung in the warm air.
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