Chapitre 3614: SEVEN DAYS WITH MOM
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Bright lightning illuminated a brilliant pathway in the sky, lifting my eyes skyward as thunderstorms roared and growled like lions. Although the driveway was still dry, the dark clouds circling above and the 300 million Volt of flash piercing through the early Sunday morning darkness meant things were going to get wet, very wet, very soon.
As I tied my shoes and looked out of the window from the living room, I knew going out in this weather was crazy, but she was determined, and if she was determined, she was determined.
I told her last night that not going hiking in the morning would not bring the sky down. After all, we went hiking yesterday and had been doing it nearly every weekend for over two years, but she started calling me a sissy for being afraid of rain, so I gave up.
"Ready?" Mom asked, looking at me with her blue eyes.
"Are you sure?" I said as I got up from the couch.
"You gotta keep them in shape if you wanna man," she replied, running her hands over her green shorts and thighs, which were toned and firm even at the age of 39.
"I don't wanna man," I said as I opened the front door.
"Not even Tim?" she inquired, lifting her arms to tie her shoulder-length blonde hair in a bun as she stepped out of the house.
Tim, who was 6'1, 177 pounds, or 80 kilograms, and a quarterback on the school team, was one of my friends.
"Huh?" I exclaimed as I turned my face toward her and looked at her.
"I know he won't mind climbing me," she said without looking at me.
"And how do you know?" I asked, looking at her in jealousy and anger.
"I know," said Mom, or Stephanie.
"But how?" I repeated though somehow I managed to keep my voice calm.
"You can tell. Just like I can tell you wanna climb Ann."
The first feeling that hit me when she said that was shame, utter shame. I had no idea she knew I fancied her friend Ann.
Granted, I acted like a puppy in front of Ann, always trying to please her, and my eyes were all over her breasts, but I was under the impression that I didn't make it so obvious.
Ann was 5'5, had black hair, brown eyes, and a big rack that stood out on her petite frame. And boy, she loved showing that rack. I think she only bought tops and dresses that displayed her assets. That she was single and had no children further attracted me as my 18-year-old brain told me she was available.
Just then, a thought flashed through my mind that I should ask Mom whether Ann fancied me, but of course, I didn't.
We were by now on the dirt track and halfway through the hiking trail. Usually, there were fellow hikers, but today, there was nobody, probably due to the weather.
"You've gone awfully silent. What happened?" Mom asked.
"I'm thinking you promised me a special gift on my birthday last week, but you still haven't given it," I replied in a desperate attempt to change the topic.
"Maybe today if the nature permits. It all depends on the weather gods," she said.
"At least tell me what it is. All you've told me it's something I've wanted to see for a long time."
"Then wait a little more," she replied, taking a swig from the water bottle.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. On our way back, the rain gods, as feared, didn't just start smiling but went into full-throttle laughter. Since we were on a dirt track and surrounded by bushes and rocks, sprinting our way to safety was impossible. By the time we managed to take shelter under a medieval structure that had a half-surviving roof built of clay tiles and only three granite walls, we were completely drenched.
"Holy smoke! We are wet," she said as she leaned her 5'10 body against a wall and untied her hair to dry it.
"I told ya it was gonna rain," I commented, wiping my wet face and head with the wet T-shirt.
"Oh my God, are you afraid of catching a cold? What if you catch a cold? Will you die? Or, God forbid, what if you have to sneeze? Will sneezing kill you?" she remarked.
I ignored her and looked at the sky as it poured down. Taking out a tin box in which she kept her joints from her bag, she asked me to hold it. She took out a lighter from the bag, lit the joint and, after taking two long drags, extended it to me.
"Go on, you're 18 now. It won't kill you," she said.
"You really believe I'm a sissy or something, don't you?" I asked, staring at her blue eyes.
"I don't believe it, I know it. I'll prove it to you," she said as she stared back at my blue eyes.
"Have you ever had this?"
"No," I replied.
"When I was your age, I was rolling joints like you roll on the bed dreaming about Ann."
"I don't dream about Ann," I hissed in mock anger.
"Of course, you do," she said, blowing the smoke right on my face.
"And how did you ask Julia out? Didn't you ask one of your friends to tell her that you liked her? By the time I was 18, I had more boyfriends than men on the Moon. Talking about Julia, have you, you know..."
She made a circle with the index finger and her thumb and penetrated it with the other index finger.
"You should lay off that stuff," I said, pointing at the joint.
"Better hurry up or she'll be smoking someone else's joint. Pussy."
I don't know why but my eyes instinctively went to her green shorts, which were sticking to her wet skin like honey sticks to fingers.
"I didn't mean that! If you wanna look, look at Julia's," she growled, straightening her shorts at the crotch area.
I immediately shifted my gaze away from her crotch.
"OK, here's another one. Have you ever seen actual porn? I don't mean the garbage on the Internet. I mean sitting down and watching a proper one."
"What's a proper one?" I inquired, taking a drag of the joint and going into a coughing fit.
"That you have to ask proves you haven't. Unbelievable. Sometimes I find it hard to accept you are my son."
She leaned against the wall and took off the wet light jacket. I was standing opposite her with the joint in my hand and leaning my 5'11 frame against the second wall. She wiped her hair, her face, and her neck, but the jacket itself was wet, so it didn't help much. Her hair and neck were still wet. I immediately averted my eyes, but she started speaking, so I looked back at her. However, using all my inner strength, I kept my gaze on her face, much, much higher than the twin peaks.
"I've discovered a shop that sells wild tops. Do you like this one?" she said, looking down at the wet top.
It was a white tube top that was just a thin piece of cloth over her breasts, leaving her shoulders, cleavage, and her whole stomach exposed. And since the top was completely drenched, her pink nipples, her areolas and the around them were on display as they pressed against the wet material. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I've bought a bunch of them for both of us. Will show you when we get home."
She sensed I was avoiding looking at her wet top, so she said, "Come on. They are, to use the term you guys like, just tits. Ann also has them."
"You are obsessed with Ann," I commented, taking another drag of the joint.
"Nah, I like mine, they are firmer. Since we are talking about firm things, tell me the craziest thing you have done," she said as she sat down on a log.
"Whaddya mean?"
Though I desperately wanted to see her nipples and her big tits, especially as I had wanted to see them for so long and knew now was my chance, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to look at her breasts. I just knew they were there and that the two cherries were staring at me.
"OK, I'll start. When I was in school, a friend got a Sony video camera, it was very expensive, very high-end. She was shooting and I and another girl were just fooling around, you know, posing like models and making stupid faces. Then we started making noises like those porn stars make. It was crazy. I still have that tape somewhere. Now, it's your turn."
"I don't know. I don't think I've done anything crazy."
"Go on, tell me something."
"I really don't know."
"Then let's go home. It's not gonna stop raining anytime soon, and we are already wet, so let's get wet some more," she said as she got up.
"Won't you put this on?" I asked, pointing at the jacket.
"Is my boy afraid someone might see his mom's ripe melons?" she said as she put her arm around my waist and pressed one of her melons against my arm.
"Don't worry, nobody's here," she said, wrapping the jacket around her waist.
Since it was still raining, the top was sticking to her skin, revealing just about every inch of her breasts. Thankfully, she put on the jacket once we left the dirt track. As soon as we reached home, we straight away went to our bathrooms to shower and change clothes.
When I came out of my room, she was bending down and putting some clothes on the couch in the living room. She was wearing jeans and was barefoot. Her breasts, including her nipples were bare, as she was topless.
"Ian, try this T-shirt," she said as she picked up a black T-shirt and straightened her back.
"You put on your clothes. I'll come back later," I said, turning back on my heels.
"Try it. You've seen them anyway, so why act so shy now? Put it on and lemme see."
So, I turned back and took the T-shirt from her hand without looking at her assets.
"It fits perfectly," she said as she came and stood before me, with her naked boobs inches away from me, and adjusted the tee over my shoulders.
"You like it?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's cool," I replied.
"Now lemme try mine."
"Isn't that a bit much?" I asked as I saw her wearing a tight brown mesh top that was exposing her front body through the mesh.
"I'm not gonna wear it like this outside. I think it looks great. Let's see how this looks," she said, picking up another top.
It was skin-colored and had a low cut that was revealing her whole ample coverage, and her voluptuous breasts were straining against the tank top. The words Milky Way were written on it in pink.
With her constantly changing in and out of tops, standing there topless with her tits moving with every movement meant I was offered a full view of her boobs, her back, and her stomach. Every inch of her skin was as visible as my hand. What made the moment more special was the fact that she made no effort at all to hide them. Where until yesterday even a peek of her cleavage was difficult, today her assets were on full display.
"So, the weather gods were happy today and you got your gift. Now go change while I fix us breakfast."
"What, is this the gift?"
"Go change, and while you are changing, think about what I said about you seeing something you had wanted to see for a long time. It's really something that you gift something to someone and they don't even realize it. Now go."
It was only when I reached my room and was changing that it hit me that she meant her breasts. Holy fuck! Her gift was her showing me her tits. I mean, she obviously meant that. I was pretty sure she meant her voluptuous boobs. Fuck!
"That was a really nice gift," I said as I sat down in the kitchen.
Mom, who was still wearing jeans and that Milky Way top, replied, "You liked the T-shirt?"
"Yes, and also the other gift."
"What other gift? Just eat your breakfast," she said, sliding the butter to me.
"I need milk for the coffee," I said as I took the last bite of the toast.
"But you drink your coffee black," she replied.
"True. But today I want some fresh milk from the Milky Way," I said as I lifted my face and looked at her top.
"Oh! So my boy is finally discovering his tongue. Good. Very good. Sorry, that Milky Way is too far away. Maybe try planet Ann or planet Julia. After all, those were the mission's first preference. The mission should stick to its original route."
"Fine. It's the Milky Way's loss. The mission will land on both planet Ann and planet Julia. And not just land. The spacecraft will also plant a huge flag there," I replied as I sipped the black coffee.
"Good luck. It looks like the spacecraft doesn't have the equipment necessary to probe this Milky Way. Go explore lesser planets."
"We will see," I said, getting up from the table.
Our daily routine was simple. In the morning, we ran together for an hour. Then she went to the office, she worked in the human resource department of a local company, and I went to school. After school, I worked for three hours in a restaurant, serving customers. In the evening, we went for a 20-minute walk. On the weekends, we went hiking in the morning, and then I worked in the restaurant for eight hours, and we walked after dinner. That was our routine. In the summer, we swam in the creek if the weather was good and we had time.
I called the restaurant where I worked and told them I wasn't feeling well and spent the whole day at home, even dumping one of my best friends, Derek, who wanted me to come over to his place to play video games. Usually, I spent my time playing video games, listening to music, or fantasizing about Anna, Julia, or even Mom, but not today. Today, I wanted to be near her, beside her, around her, just anywhere where I could see her ample assets in their full glory. When she was making her bed, I was there. I was there when she bent down to tuck the bed sheet under the mattress, offering me a view of her breasts as her bending down caused her tits to push together, accentuating her cleavage. I was there when she was arranging her cupboard and even when she was working on her laptop.
The next evening, I was in the living room watching Michael Phelps on the TV beat his opponents when I heard the car pull into the driveway and knew she was back from work. I switched off the TV and went to the door to welcome her. Taking the take-out she was carrying, I followed her to her room.
"I've got Chinese. Hope it's fine," she said, putting her handbag on the bedside table.
"Yeah, sure," I replied as I lay down on the bed, resting my body on my elbows and my feet on the floor.
"How was the day?" I asked.
"Not super busy. Why aren't you out with Derek and others?"
"Not in the mood," I said.
"You are home a lot. Is everything OK?" she inquired, as she took off her shoes and looked at me, and I saw her pink lips curl in a smile.
"Everything's fine," I answered.
"Then help me unbuckle this," she said. She turned her back toward me, started unbuttoning her shirt, and threw it in the laundry basket. With her back still toward me, she stood there in a bra and a knee-length skirt. I immediately stood up and held the straps of the bra with both my hands, but the thing refused to come off. I bent down and, bringing my eyes as close to the straps as possible, peered at the hooks and again tried to unbuckle them and somehow succeeded after lots of struggling. Her hands were on her shoulders and her fingers on the straps, so the bra didn't fall. She buckled the straps once more and said, "That was clumsy. Girls won't like it. Put your middle and index fingers under the strap like this, and then move the other strap with your thumb like this in one smooth movement."
She demonstrated it and the hooks came off in a single motion.
"Go on, try again."
So, I did as she told me and it was less clumsy than before.
"Do it again," she ordered.
So, I tried once more and, after two more attempts, I was able to unbuckle the bra in one movement like she wanted.
"Good. Now open that second drawer and get the purple bra that's there," she said as she took off her bra and stood there in just the skirt.
She took the purple bra from me and put it on.
"Now do this one," she said.
I went behind her, but there were no hooks there.
"They are in front," she said without looking at me.
I went before her, and she was right: the hooks were in front.
"Repeat the same process," she said as she stood there with her hands on her sides.
I bent down and pushed my middle and index fingers under the strap between her voluptuous boobs and my thumb over the strap. This was the first time my fingers were touching the skin of her breasts and my face was so close. The blue veins criss-crossing the white skin of her tits were as prominent as a stream of blue water streaming down a creek. Her pink nipples were inches away from my mouth.
"This will make Ann happy," she said as I opened her bra with a flick of my fingers.
"I don't care about her," I said as she placed her hands on her tits and took off the bra, exposing her boobs.
She simply nodded her head and started walking to the bathroom.
"After taking care of yourself, warm up the food," she said, closing the bathroom door.
It took me a moment to realize what she meant, so I rushed to my room, took "care" of myself, and was heating the food when she came back wearing an old shirt and shorts. After dinner, we went for a walk and she told me if Ann asked me how or where I learned the trick, I should say the Internet.
"Why would Ann ask me that?" I said.
"OK, if Julia asks," she replied.
"So, how are things with Julia? Have you reached the first base, third base?"
I stayed silent.
"Oh, come on. Spill the beans on whether you've spilled the beans," she said.
I mumbled something.
"What?" she said.
"First base," I answered.
"She seems to be taking it slow."
"No, I've moved on," I replied.
"Moved on to whom?" she inquired.
"It's a secret," I commented.
"Is she good?"
"The best," I replied.
"Why is she the best?"
"'Cause she is."
"You mean her body?"
"Everything," I said.
"When will I meet her?"
"Be patient."
"So, have you...you know, touched any bases?"
"Should I?"
"Since it's a secret and I don't know her, all I would say is be patient. Don't be in a rush," she replied.
She spent the rest of the evening doing office work, and I reluctantly picked up my school books. The next evening, she was lying on the bed, with her head resting against the headboard, and was doing something on her laptop, and I was flipping through one of her magazines. I was sitting on a chair with my legs on the bed and her legs were on my legs. She suddenly got up and rushed to the kitchen and from there she shouted, "I was about to order something. The page is open, just click it, and order it."
I dragged the laptop toward me. First, I thought I was looking at some ad, but no, it was Victoria Secret's website and the page was showing a model wearing nothing except a bra with underwire and other words written below it. Mom was obviously buying bras from the website. I pushed her credit card aside and started looking at the bras in different colors all the while thinking that Mom was showing me the bras she wanted to buy and which will soon cup her voluptuous boobs. The thought made my cock hard.
"Have you ordered it?" she said from the kitchen.
"Umm, no. Doing it," I replied, looking at the lace bra.
I clicked on "Order", but then it asked me to choose the size. Now, how the fuck would I know her size? All I knew was that they were big.
"You do it," I said as I looked at other models displaying bras.
"I'm making dinner. What's the problem? Stop looking at the photos and order it," she said, standing next to me and looking at the laptop.
I clicked "Order" again, and again it asked me to select the size.
"What? Don't you know my size? So opening my drawers and checking out my bras and panties was for nothing? What were you doing with them? Wait, I don't wanna know. OK, get up and get the tape measure."
As I got the measuring tape, she took off her top and stood there in jeans.
It looks like I'll have to teach you everything. Now measure this area," she said, pointing at just below her breasts.
I went and stood before her and, coming closer, wrapped the tape around her boobs.
"How much is it?"
"Twenty-eight inches," I replied.
"I'll tell you the basics or you will get confused. Add four, and now measure this area," she said, putting her hands over her nipples.
So, I once again came closer and wrapped the tape around her, and measured her chest, with the back of my fingers touching her bosom.
"How much is this?" she asked.
"Thirty-six inches."
"The first number was 28+4=32, and this is 36. So subtract 32 from 36, and you get 4, which means the band size is 28, my bust size is 36, and my cup size is D. So, I'm 36D," she said.
"This is the band size, where the band of the bra fits," she added, running her hand over the band of the bra.
"And this is the cup size," she said, cupping the nipple area.
"Now let's have dinner," she said, putting on the top.
"Won't you order?" I said as I pointed at the laptop and put the tape back in its place.
She bent down and clicked on another tab that was already open and said, "Now you know my size, so select any from here as their size fits me better. I'll prepare the dinner."
"Where are you taking your credit card?" I asked as she picked it up and put it in her handbag.
"Listen, and listen very carefully, 1) I'm asking you to buy a bra for me. Do you know any mother who does that? Tell me. 2) I didn't tell you my size, I helped you measure them. Do you know how lucky that makes you? You are the first man who knows my size, the first man. So use your credit card and buy it."
And off she went to the kitchen.
I knew she was right but, more importantly, now I could choose and buy whichever I wanted. I immediately sat down on the chair and started going through the collection and finally selected a sheer one as these days she was more or less going bare. And a green one as I liked the color. I knew she had asked me to buy only one bra, but since I was paying, I was free to buy whatever I wanted.
Happy with my purchase, I said, "It's done,"
"What's done?"
"Have ordered it," I said as I put my hands across her stomach from behind and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you. Let's eat."
In the evening, when she came back from the office, she was limping a little, so I asked her what was wrong, and she replied her leg was paining, maybe she had pulled a muscle or something, adding she would apply some pain relief spray and would be fine. I asked her if she wanted any help, but she said she was fine. I ordered food and cleaned the table. She had dinner in the bed, and I left her alone as I didn't want to disturb her. I was in my room getting ready to sleep when she called me. She was lying in the bed in the clothes she wore to work.
"I applied that spray, but it's still paining. Could you rub my leg? Do it gently," she requested as she turned on her back.
"Spray it again," I suggested.
"Just rub it, maybe it will get better," she said.
"What do want me to do?" I asked.
"Just rub this area," she repeated, putting her hand on her inner thigh and pulling her knee-length skirt above her knees and toned thighs and stopping just before her ass. I sat down on the bed and slowly started rubbing her inner thigh under the skirt, gliding my hand from above her knee to her inner thigh and bringing it back in one slow motion. I did like this three or four times, but the skirt kept coming in the way, so I pushed my hands under her waist and started opening the button of her skirt.
"This way it's much better," I said.
Surprisingly, she just lay there and didn't react. After opening the button, I put my hands on the back of the skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down her leg, leaving her in only panties. I began massaging her again. She placed her fingers under the right side of her panties and pushed it between her crack, revealing her butt cheek completely. Now I had access not only to her inner thigh but also her butt cheek. My fingers were touching every inch of her soft and ample ass. She did the same with the left side, leaving her whole tushy exposed. I sat up my knees and, placing my knees on either of her legs, I gently and slowly began caressing her ass. She was lying there on her stomach with her face resting on the back of her arm and her blonde hair hiding her face and arm. After around five minutes, I began hearing her moan softly. And, as I continued to massage her inner thigh and tushy, her breathing and moaning slowly increased. Then she suddenly stretched out her arm and gripped my hand and stopped it from moving as she clenched her ass tightly and rubbed her ankles together.
"It feels better. You can go now, she said without looking at me or even opening her eyes.
I got up without saying anything and went to my room. I was blown away by what I had just seen, not only because I had made my own mom come but also because this was the first time I had seen any woman come in real life. Of course, the first thing I did was take care of my hard cock. I lay there alone in my room, thinking about her inner thighs, tushy, her moaning, and her orgasm for a very long time. In the morning, she acted as if nothing had happened last night, and I did not dare to bring it up. As she was leaving for work, and her back was toward me, I asked how her leg was, and she nodded and said it was much better now.
On Saturday morning, we were coming back from hiking when she said, "Let's go to the creek for a dip."
"Why?"
"Let's go to that creek for a dip," she repeated and turned toward the creek.
"OK," I replied.
"It's hot. Today, I feel like doing skinny-dipping," she said as she walked briskly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course. No one comes there. Haven't done skinny-dipping in ages. Have you done it?"
"Yes, with Derek and others, but not here. When did you do it?" I asked.
"A long time ago. With Betty and Merlyn, I think," she replied.
Betty and Merlyn were her college friends.
"Are you sure," I once again asked as she started taking off her shorts.
"Don't worry. I promise I won't laugh, even if it's very tiny," she said, raising her pinky finger.
"I'm scared you might faint. Some people faint when they see something as huge as Mount Everest," I said as she bent down to keep her shorts on a rock, revealing her blue panties.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop looking at my ass and come," she said, taking off her top and bra and panties with her back toward me and rushing to the water.
My problem was that her naked ass and bare back had made my cock hard. I was aware that I needed to take care of it, but also knew I couldn't just go behind a tree or something, so I decided to take off my clothes and race to the creek when she wasn't looking. As soon as she swam away from me and turned her back in the water, I got rid of my shorts and underwear and jumped into the water. We swam for around 15 or 20 minutes, and though her voluptuous boobs were above the water, her pussy was still hidden. She signaled with her hand that it was time to get out of the water. I let her go first as I wanted to get out when she wasn't looking. But when she got to the shore, she just stood there completely naked and waited for me. When I got closer, she put her hand on her forehead and said, "I'm going to faint. My God! I'm fainting."
I knew it was a reference to my Mount Everest comment, so I ignored her and kept walking toward my shorts. She ran behind me and put her arm on my bare shoulder, crushing her right tit in my right arm.
"Poor Julia. How will she climb this Mount Everest?" she commented, looking down at my hard cock.
"Even her mother will climb," I replied, keeping my gaze straight ahead.
"Shut up," she exclaimed, slapping my naked ass.
"You can go behind those bushes to take care of it if you want," she said as I picked up my shorts.
"I've noticed that you are taking 'care' of it a lot recently," she added, standing there butt naked with her hands on her hips and her golden hue pubic hair and pussy as bare as my cock.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you're going to the bathroom a lot and we are running out of tissues pretty fast."
"This is like someone lighting a fire and then asking a bystander why the fire is burning," I said, turning my face toward her and looking into her blue eyes.
"Yes, it's always the mother's fault," she quipped.
"You guys are lucky that you don't have to worry about all this," I said.
"Who says we don't have to worry about it?"
"Obviously, you don't," I commented.
"If you say so," she said.
"Let's go to a nude beach," she suggested.
"What?"
"You will get to see loads of naked women," she continued as she opened her handbag.
"What are you doing?" she asked when she saw me picking up my underwear and shorts.
"Leave them alone, come have this," she said, taking out two beer cans from her bag and lying down on the grass.
"You have come prepared," I said, taking the can from her hand.
"I always think ahead," she replied as she lay there with her legs wide open.
I was aware that my cock was hard and not even a foot away from her face, but since she wasn't hiding her pussy, I, too, made no effort to hide my dick. She lit two joints and handed me one.
"Have you seen any woman I know in her birthday suit?" she asked, taking a long drag of the joint.
"Saw James' mom once," I replied.
James was a classmate.
"How?"
"I was with James in his home, and she was changing clothes, and I accidentally saw a bit."
"What's 'a bit'?"
"You know, chest."
"Did she see you?"
"No."
"Among all your friends, who has gone all the way?"
"You don't know him. There's a guy called Graham, he has," I answered as I sat down cross-legged near her.
At least my cock was hidden now.
"Is he a hunk?"
"Nah. He just got lucky with his sister's friend."
"OK, who has the biggest...you know," she said, lowering her gaze to my groin.
"I don't know. How would I know? We don't go around measuring each other."
"You don't? I thought that's what boys did. You should cut them."
"What?" I asked.
"Your hair," she replied, moving her eyes toward my groin.
"It will make your Mount Everest look bigger," she added.
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
"What happens when you cut yours?" I inquired, looking at the small patch of her golden-hue pubic hair.
"Dunno. You tell me," she replied.
"Maybe it looks more puffy, I guess," I said as I looked at her pubic hair shining under the sunlight.
She opened her eyes and saw me watching her pussy. She leaped to her feet and came running to me and planted her bare ass on my stomach, with her long legs on either side of me.
"Were you watching your own mother's pussy?" she said, lifting her ass and slamming it down on my stomach.
"I wasn't," I lied as her 5'10 body crushed my stomach.
"Now you're lying, too."
She lifted her ass, opening her pussy completely once again, and slammed her body on my stomach as her voluptuous boobs rose and fell with her. I placed my hands on her naked thighs and held her.
Her tits were gorgeous. They were large, perfectly shaped, and despite their size still high and firm.
"You were watching me, so I was watching yours," I said, looking in her eyes defiantly.
"I'm your mother, so I can watch," she exclaimed as she pinched my nipples.
"OK, I won't. I promise," I pleaded as she twisted my nipples.
"Why won't you? Am I that ugly?" she asked as she jumped once again on my stomach.
"What? What do you want?" I screamed.
I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to push her off me, but she refused to budge.
"I can look, you can't. Understood?" she stated.
"Get off, or I'll twist and crush your cherries," I warned as her nipples and tits jumped up and down.
"They are ripe, full of juice, and desperate," she replied, cupping her big boobs and swinging her pink nipples over my mouth.
"So, don't even think about crushing them," she announced as she got up and lay down on the grass with the beer, spreading her legs wide apart.
"You know, I've been to a nudist beach," she said.
"You're kidding," I said as I turned my face and looked at her in surprise.
"I was with your dad and his friends Bill and Roger. You weren't born then. We were actually on our way to some concert or something when Bill suggested the nudist beach. Your dad and Roger weren't keen, but Bill and I were, so we went there. When we reached, some people were wearing clothes, but most were just letting it all hang out. Surprisingly, Roger was the first to shed all his clothes. Then Bill and I. Your dad was the most reluctant. We stayed there for two days."
"How was it?" I inquired.
"We had a great time. Initially, we were a bit shy, but since nearly everybody was in the buff, we too got into the mood. At night, your dad and I made l love in the water. That was the first time I did it in the sea. They rated women. You know, she's got a dark, thick bush, so she's 7. She's got large nipples, so she's 8, that sort of thing. They asked me to rate men based on how big their thing was. On the first day, all four of us had hair down there. But the next morning, when we came down to the beach from our cottages, all four of us were as clean as a baby's bottom. Roger, or Hairy Roger, had the thickest bush and then it was completely gone in the morning. It was he who told me that when men mow their lawns, it makes their thing look bigger. In the evening, there was a party at the beach, so we went there and partied the whole night. The boys told lewd jokes and asked me what I and your dad did in the bedroom and what I enjoyed most, things like that," she continued.
"Didn't they rate you?" I asked.
"Of course, they did. I was in the hall of fame. Your dad told Bill and Roger that the only reason they wanted to come to the nudist beach was because they wanted to see me. Bill and Roger didn't deny it. They wanted to go again, but it didn't pan out. Then after your dad...you know, wasn't here anymore, Betty asked me to move here, so I moved here."
I stood up and ran to the creek to take "care" of myself as holding any longer was impossible.
"Done?" she asked as I tiptoed back.
"What?" I said.
"You've left Little Ians swimming there," she replied.
"Maybe we will soon have more baby fish," I said, sitting down on the grass.
She didn't react or reply.
"So, who has been around the block the most?" I asked as I felt it was my turn to quiz her.
"I think that would be Derek's mom," she said as she got up to get one more beer from her bag.
"She has done everything I think," she continued.
"What do you mean?"
"Two guys, with another woman...you name it."
"Have you fancied that?"
"What, two guys? Yeah," she said as she lay down again on the grass.
"I meant a woman," I said.
"Oh! But I can try. No harm in trying, right?"
"You said you take 'care' of yourself. Do you really?"
"Sometimes, yes. But not all the time like you. Sometimes."
"Wow! I had no idea," I replied.
"Why? Only Mount Everest needs care and not this Garden of Eden?"
"I just didn't think of that, that's all," I said.
"So how old were you when you did it for the first time?" I asked, taking another drag of the joint.
"Eighteen," she replied. Her blue eyes were closed, and her blonde hair was spread around her face and head.
"To cut a long story short, he was your grandpa's friend. Your grandpa owed him money. Instead of giving him money, he gave me."
"That's bullshit," I exclaimed.
That was the first time I had used a swear word in front of her, but it came out instinctively.
"He had me in a doggie position on the dining table with my tits hanging like a cow's and with Grandpa and Grandma present there. I don't know whether he asked them to be present there or if they wanted to watch it. She placed cushions for his knees and Grandpa served him beer. He got on the table, and just like that, he was inside me," she continued without opening her eyes.
"When he was through, he got down from the table, leaving me there, and squeezing the chest of Grandma said, 'She's definitely your daughter.' I still remember him saying to them, 'She's got the tightest c...I've ever had.'"
"What's c?" I asked.
"Cunt. He had me twice more. The second time on my bed and then on Grandpa's bed. He wanted to do it from behind. He was finding it hard to, you know, enter, so he asked Grandma to get lube. She did not have lube, so Grandpa brought Vaseline, but he changed his mind and did me the usual way. Your grandpa owed money to another guy, so Grandma took me to his house."
"That's just sick. Didn't you protest?" I muttered as my hands started shaking in anger.
"Your grandma cried and told me I had to do it. Your grandpa was, like, it's just sex. You would do it sooner or later. They weren't happy. I think they ran out of options. Your grandpa bought a porn movie. I guess he got it just for a kick. He made me watch it with him and Mom. That was the first time I had seen porn. It was Farmer's Daughters. Mom hated it. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Mom and Dad were lying on the bed behind me. In the middle of the movie, the phone rang, and I turned my head and saw Dad's hand on Mom's breast, which was out of the bra, and with his other hand, he was stroking his thing, which was out of his shorts. They ignored the phone and told me to keep watching the movie. I still remember its name because Ted saw it many times later. At the house where your grandma took me, the man had cooked dinner for us. It was there I had duck meat for the first time. It wasn't bad. We had red wine in a huge room he called his cigar room, and then he took me to his bedroom. While your grandma enjoyed his wine, he enjoyed me. He also gave me a brooch, which, at that time, I found very romantic."
Ted was Mom's brother, who was a year older than her.
"Weren't you angry?" I asked as I stared at her closed eyes.
"No," she replied, opening her eyes but kept staring at the cloudless, blue sky.
"Then I met your father and I left the town with him. If it weren't for your dad, I don't know where I'd be today. He helped me study, and go to college. I told him not to join the police force, but he wanted to be a cop. Now let's go. I'm having lunch with the girls. Your Ann will be there, too," she said as she got up.
We walked home silently. I wished Grandpa and Grandma were alive, so I could kill them with my own bare hands. The last time we met them was over a year ago when we went to Ted's house. They died some months ago in a car accident. If only Mom had told me then.
After reaching home, I changed and left for work. After the restaurant duty, I went to a mall and had two beers because I was so nervous. The two bras I had ordered were about to come today, and I decided to add some more presents. At the mall, I stepped into a lingerie shop. A middle-aged woman was standing behind the counter and came to me when she saw me standing there and looking at the mannequins for over three or four minutes.
"Can I help you?" she said.
"I wanna buy two thongs," I whispered without looking at her.
I knew Mom's thong size as I had seen her size on one of her panties.
"We have a good collection for men right here," she said, pointing at the other side of the shop.
"It's for my...a woman," I again whispered, stopping myself just in time.
"This is the latest collection. It arrived just yesterday," she said as she took me to the thong rack.
"What kind of thong are you looking for?"
"I dunno," I replied, but this time I didn't whisper.
"Transparent. Cotton," I blurted out whatever I had read on the Internet.
"This is one of the biggest-selling ones," she said, showing me a skin-colored thong.
"OK," I said.
"And a black one," I added.
"How about this?" she asked, pointing at a black thong.
"Fine," I said.
"And anything else? A black transparent bra would look good with this. We also have matching garter belts," she suggested.
"No, this is fine. Please just pack them," I said as I was afraid somebody might see me there. Hiding the two boxes in my backpack, I rushed off home.
When she came back from meeting Ann and others in the evening, I went to the door and gave her a tight hug. As she went to her room, I went to the kitchen and made coffee for her. While she was drinking the coffee, I rushed to my room, got the boxes, including the two that I had ordered, and put them on her bed.
"What's that?" she asked.
"The things you ordered," I replied.
"OK."
"Go on, open them."
"You are in a hurry," she said as she got up and started opening the boxes.
"Did I ask you to order these?" she said, looking at the thongs.
"They are a gift," I stated.
"You really want me to wear these?" she inquired as she lifted the thongs and took a closer look.
"I've bought them for myself," I said.
"Don't be a smartass. How did you know my size?"
"Saw it on your pink panties. I bought one size bigger. Try them," I suggested.
"Hmm. I'll have to get rid of some things before. Fine, I'll do it now, but it will take time," she said as she picked up the bras and thongs and went to the bathroom.
I was in my room when she called me. When I went to her room she was standing in front of the mirror with her back toward me.
"So?"
She was wearing just a bra and a thong.
"You look amazing," I said as I admired her 5'10 body.
"Do they look good?" she asked, caressing her bare butt cheeks.
"They honestly look hot," I admitted as I moved my gaze to her back and her bra strap.
She turned around and, putting her hands on her hips, said, "And now?"
I slowly lowered my eyes and saw the shape of her pussy was visible in the sheer thong. She had obviously shaved. I stared at her smooth and tight stomach and her voluptuous breasts, which were completely naked as the bra was transparent. Her pink nipples were standing straight, maybe they were erect, but I wasn't experienced enough to know that.
Without saying a word, I walked behind her and hugged her tightly, putting my arms around her bare stomach.
Embracing her in the hug, I said, "I love you," and kissed the back of her head.
"I love you, too," she replied as she kissed my shoulder.
"And thank you for this. Let's go have dinner at La Rouche," she added.
La Rouche was a French diner at the other end of the town.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I want to wear these today. And I don't think we are going to bump into anyone we know there. Go change."
I left her to change and came to my room. First, I took care of my rock-hard cock and then changed into jeans and a shirt. When I went back to her room, she was brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair.
She looked me up and down with her blue eyes and said, "You look handsome."
"I always look crap, but you look stunning," I replied.
She was wearing a black miniskirt with a deep split on the side. Since the skirt was short, her toned thighs and long legs were on display. The black top had a plunging neckline and stopped way above the midriff, revealing her ample cleavage and belly button. It was held by thin shoulder straps, which meant her arms, including her armpits, were bare. The thin fabric of her top was doing little to hide her bosom's soft yet firm fullness.
"When did you buy this?" I asked.
"I bought it on the way from work after you bought these two things," she replied.
"You like it?" she inquired as she twirled on her heels.
"Love it," I said, slapping her ass.
"Are you wearing them?" I asked.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" she suggested as she tied her hair in a bun.
I lifted the front of the miniskirt and saw her pussy lips peeking out from under the thong. I then slipped the shoulder straps down and pushed the top down to her belly button, revealing the transparent bra and her pink nipples.
"Satisfied?" she said but made no effort to push her top back up.
"You bet," I said as I pushed the top back in its place and the straps back on her shoulders.
The dinner was excellent and I treated Mom to wine, which she loved as she got somewhat drunk. When we reached home, I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and was washing my face in the bathroom when she called. When I went to her room, she was lying on the bed on her back in just panties. The bra and thongs were on a chair.
"Could you please massage me again? I'm again having the pain in my leg."
"Should I get the spray?" I asked.
"No, just massage me here," she said, rubbing her hand on her inner thigh.
So, I got on the bed and, putting my legs on either side of her, began massaging her inner thighs and her ass. As my hands caressed her skin, she started moaning softly, and within ten or twelve minutes, she had stopped me and buried her face in the pillow as her butt cheeks tightened and a loud moan ripped through her. She lay there motionless and silent for a few seconds. Then straightening her hair, she lit up a joint and asked me to join her.
"I think I'm rediscovering myself," she said. She was lying facing me, resting her elbow on the bed and her face on her palm. I was lying on my back, with my face toward the ceiling.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I started growing up early, especially here, just like your grandma," she continued, waving her hand over her chest.
"So your grandpa always bought me teeny tiny tops. Tiny tops and shorts were my night dress. That was Grandpa's rule. And of course, I didn't wear a bra at night, so they were always on display. When his friends Jack and Shawn came over, I was told to go in front of them in those teeny tiny tops but cover myself if someone else came over. I think they lent Dad more money in exchange for that."
"How old were you?" I asked.
"Your age, 18."
"Didn't Uncle Ted say anything?" I said.
"Ted and I used to sleep in one room, and we used to fool around a lot. One night we were fooling around, and your grandma came. His shorts were down to his knees and my top was on his head. That was funny," she said as a smile spread across her face.
"Your grandma asked me what I was doing. I told her he wanted me to kiss his thing. She sat down on the bed next to him and told him not to put his thing in me as that would make Dad very angry. She added it was all right to fool around but not to do that. Then she said if he wanted me to kiss his thing, I should kiss it, adding that she kisses Dad's thing a lot, so there was nothing wrong with that. I raised my head and, coming closer to Ted, kissed it. It wasn't, to use Mom's words, as hard as a rod, so she stroked it and made it hard again and, when it was hard, told me to kiss it again."
"You should've said no," I suggested.
She continued, "I didn't think there was anything wrong. He was touching Mom everywhere all the time, and she never said anything. He showed me how you guys took 'care' of it and how I should take 'care' of myself. He once brought a girl he was seeing, Mom and Dad were at work, and told me to hide in the cupboard and watch him do her. Two days later, I got into a fight with him over something and told Mom that he had brought his girlfriend home, and I had watched them. That night, after Ted went to sleep, your grandma took me to her room and made me watch as she and Dad did it."
"Holy shit. Why didn't you say anything?" I inquired.
"You know, your grandpa tried many businesses, but he wasn't successful, so we always had money troubles. They knew I was their ticket. Therefore, they wanted me to learn everything. That's why they stopped talking to me after I ran away with your father. Your grandma and grandpa told me all the terms, how to do things, everything. Mom used to bathe us. We both enjoyed that. Would you like me to bathe you?"
"Are you kidding? I'm not a baby?"
"I know you aren't, but you will like it. I actually felt bad for Dad. He really wanted me, but he couldn't."
"Why couldn't he?" I asked.
"Because he knew I would fetch a higher price if I were a virgin," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Mom was luckier than him. She and Ted did it regularly," she said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because Mom would come to our room at night after Dad went to sleep and they did it. She told me she did it because she didn't want Ted to do it with me. Poor Dad had to wait. The day the guy took me in the doggie style on the dining table, Mom and Dad had sent Ted to Aunt Meg's house for the weekend (Aunt Meg was my grandma's sister), Mom came to my room and took me to her room, where Dad was waiting. Dad finally got his wish. After that, I served him whenever he wanted.
"Didn't Uncle Ted try?" I whispered hesitatingly.
"I don't think he still knows about Dad and other things. Besides, at home, Mom kept him busy. Outside the house, he had girlfriends. And when Mom wasn't available, he had my mouth. Remember, my mouth wasn't out of bounds. Mom told me the thing that came out of the man's 'rod' was good for the skin. Dad used to jerk off in a cup -- Ted had left home by then -- and Grandma used to add milk to it and she and I used to drink it. It was only later that I found out it was horseshit."
"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard," I commented.
She ignored me and continued, "Mamma also told me the more I massaged my bosom the better shape I'll get. So she and Dad used to put oil over my bosom and massage it. They would sit down on either side of me and massage each breast nearly every night. Since my breasts were already pretty big and I knew that boys loved them, I thought their trick was working. We used to play a game that went like this: One of us would hide something, say a remote control, in the room and only one of us would have to find it within ten minutes. If they can find it, they will ask the person who hid it to do something. If they can't find it within ten minutes, the person who hid it will ask them to do something."
"Do what?" I asked.
"Anything. For example, Dad would ask Mom or me to kiss his rod or jerk him off. Or, Mom or I would lie down and Dad would jerk off on our bodies and faces. Or, he would watch Mom and I play with ourselves. Or, Mom and I would go on our fours and Dad would milk us like people milk cows. Mom had a huge black dildo and we would strap it on and pretend to do each other with it. For instance, Mom would strap it on and pretend to penetrate Dad's behind or Dad would make me go on my fours and pretend to penetrate that dildo in my behind. Sometimes, Mom or I would jerk off Dad in a bowl, and then Mom or I would go on our fours and lick the bowl. Dad called us his 'hungry cats.'"
"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" I said.
"You were too young to understand all this. Now you're a grown-up man," she replied.
"I loved that game. I guess because we did it as a family. It brought us closer," she added.
She was still wearing only panties, and her head was now resting on my shoulder, and one of her tits was on my chest over my T-shirt, and the other was pressed against my side. Her bare leg was resting on my cock, and my arm was around her back on her naked hip, just above her panties.
"Sleep here. The bed is big enough for us," she murmured.
"Sure," I replied.
"I had wanted to share all these things with you for years," she whispered without lifting her head.
"Why didn't you?"
"I wasn't sure you would understand. I was also afraid you might think I was a bad woman or something."
"Mom, I love you. I would never think that," I said as I kissed her head again.
She lifted her face, looked at me, and kissed me on the cheek. She again lifted her face and, this time, kissed my lips with her pink lips. I pressed her body tightly against mine and pushed my tongue in her mouth.
Mom softly kissed my neck and slid her arms around my shoulders.
Bringing my hands up, I wrapped my hands around her waist. I began caressing her body until my hands were just below her breasts and hesitated.
Mom leaned back and pushed her voluptuous breasts out. Her pink nipples were hard. She took my wrists and slid my hands over her boobs. I began fondling them. They were surprisingly heavy but soft to the touch.
I leaned forward and eagerly took her nipple into my mouth. Mom moaned softly and began running her fingers through my hair while I sucked one nipple first and then the other.
I pushed my fingers down and began rubbing her wet pussy.
She stopped me and, getting up from the bed, took off her panties and then helped me take off my shorts and underwear.
Until then my cock had experienced the touch of only my hand. So, when she lay down again on the bed and put her hands around my cock to guide it into her pussy, a shiver ran through my body.
She turned her head to face me and, with her blue eyes staring into mine, said in a low tone, "Do me, Ian. Fuck me. Fuck me like you have fantasized."
I pushed my cock as deep as I could into her pussy. I knew I would come very fast, not only because I was fucking someone for the first time, but more importantly, I was fucking someone I had wanted to fuck for so long. Thus, it did not take me long to come and fall onto the bed next to her.
She lay there curled up for over five minutes and got up to wash herself after I cleaned myself in the bathroom. She came back holding a beer and got into the bed without putting on panties or a bra. I, too, got into the bed naked. We both lay there side by side and shared the beer silently.
"I can't tell you how long I have wanted you," she whispered, burying her face into my shoulder.
"You don't know how long I have wanted you," I said.
"I have an idea. I first guessed it when I saw you peeking inside my top when I had bent down to fix that couch."
"You saw me? Really?" I exclaimed.
"How much did you see?"
"Not much. You were wearing a bra and the angle wasn't perfect," I confessed.
"I wanted to...you know, show you more later, but I wasn't sure. Anyway, I'm glad I waited."
"I'm glad, too," I said.
"You know my behind is still a virgin territory. You can have it if you want. I have lube."
"I love you, Mom. You can climb Mount Everest any way you want. It's yours."
"Then I want to climb it again if you don't mind."
"It's all yours," I said as she moved her mouth toward my cock.
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