REINVENTING MOM:

Hi, my name is Mark. I live with my mother Monica, and I recently graduated from high school and celebrated my eighteenth birthday. I am pretty much average in most ways, except maybe for math, which has always came very easy to me. After living in Charleston, South Carolina all my life, I have been trying to decide whether to attend school in Kentucky, something that my mom wasn't too crazy about, or to stay home and go to school locally. I have been accepted at several schools and am in the process of making a decision.

I am not sure why mom isn't too wild about my going off for school, but my guess is that since dad walked out on her 11 years ago, she sees my leaving as well, just another man leaving her high and dry. She seems to take everything in stride, but somehow I feel she is a little outdone by it all.

Anyway, my math skills landed me a really good job with a large accounting and tax service. It was a good thing too, because mom had sacrificed her career for my father's and she had wound up working as a waitress. Fortunately, the house was paid off with the divorce settlement.

Currently I was enjoying two paid weeks off during the service's annual summer vacation shut down, and in between hitting the golf course and swimming pool was doing as little as possible. Today I had played golf early and had returned from the pool just after lunch time.

I walked in the door and called, "Mom, I'm home."

'I'm in the kitchen."

South Carolina summer days can get well into the 90's and today was no different. My trunks had dried on the short walk home from the pool at our apartment complex and I was already sweating again. I wiped some of the moisture off my torso and face and tossed the beach towel in the hamper before going into the kitchen. Mom was slicing some tomatoes to go with the chicken salad sandwiches she was making. She was standing by the counter that doubled as a cutting board wearing a white cotton bra and a white silk half slip. I could see the outline of a pair of full cut white panties under her slip.

Mom was only 37 years old and had a great body, but she seemed oblivious to that; in fact, it was as though she went out of her way to dress as conservatively as possible. She was starting to get the occasional gray hair, but she seemed not to notice. Usually, she kept her hair pulled back, sometimes in a pony tail. Both styles had the effect of giving her a cute appearance, but hid her true beauty. And while her lack of concern for appearance might be seen positively as a denial of narcissism, which is at some level sexy in and of itself, in her case it seemed to be more a matter of her lowered self-esteem.

Mom's routine was always the same: She slept late, rose and took a shower, dressed in her panties, bra, slip, and thigh high nylons. Then she would prepare a light lunch, iron her uniform, put on her shoes, and leave for work. She worked the 3 to 11 shift feeling that she could make better tips during the evening meal.

We had a spare bedroom in the house off the kitchen that had a bed, a comfortable couch, and a television. Mom had the ironing board set up in that room and usually watched television while she ironed. Since the room was not normally in use, she liked the convenience of being able to leave everything in place for the next day.

Mom made a sandwich for each of us while I made us a glass of iced tea. She looked a little preoccupied and was quietly contemplating her sandwich. Looking at her, I thought about how she and her five sisters looked so much alike, except for her sister Mae, of course. Mae was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. She had long, dark hair, a perfect aristocratic face, green eyes, and pouty lips, and a body that was amazing. She wore short shorts which showed off a set of killer legs and a round firm ass that drew your eyes like a bee to honey. The rest of the girls, including mom were all around 5'5" with hourglass figures, auburn hair, blue eyes, and pretty faces. They all looked a little like Ashley Judd or Charlize Theron, but all six of the girls spent lots of time together and were always overshadowed by Mae's startling beauty. Next to her, they had all seemed somehow just pretty. Now, sitting across from my mother Monica, I suddenly realized how beautiful she had become in spite of her clear lack of concern about her appearance. Some women get better looking as they age, and mom was one for whom the years had been wonderfully kind. I couldn't help but chuckle as I thought that I had lived with someone for 18 years and had never truly noticed her.

Monica was jolted from her own thoughts by the sudden chuckle. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing mom, I was just thinking about something that seemed a little strange."

"Come on, tell me," she implored. "I could use a good laugh."

"I wasn't thinking about anything funny. I was really just thinking about something ironical and how unobservant I sometimes am."

Mom continued to pry, determined to share in my secret. Finally, after a long back and forth I gave in to her prodding.

"Okay, okay. If you must know, it struck me as funny that I have lived in the same house with you all my life and had just now noticed how beautiful you are."

Monica was momentarily speechless. She tilted her head a little to the side as though she had not heard him quite correctly and then blushed pink. I thought for a minute that I had stepped over some imaginary line and that she might be angry at what I had said. Finally, her eyes softened and she whispered emotionally, "Honey, I think that may be the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in years."

Her words caused me to blush at her pleasure, but just as quickly it struck me that while she meant what she had said as a compliment, I had been remiss in telling her how grateful I was for the things she had sacrificed for me.

She looked down at her watch and said, "I have to iron my uniform. Why don't you keep me company?"

"Sure," I said. "Give me a minute to clear the table and I will be right there".

I walked in and plopped down on the couch stretching out as she took a white uniform off a hanger in the closet and began arranging it on the ironing board while the iron heated up. A couple of moments later I could hear the iron rustling as she moved it over the white cotton and hissing each time she lifted it, blowing off the excess steam and making a sort of erratic music that had a mesmerizing effect when I tried to match its singing to the gentle sway of mom's ass. The light in the room shone through the window and made her slip semi-transparent. As she moved her legs spread slightly and I could clearly see her shapely thighs and their soft curves leading up to her firm ass. She looked so hot in her simple under things that I had to suppress a moan.

"So, do you really think I am still pretty, or were you just saying that to make me feel good?"

Her voice barely penetrated the fog of my thoughts. "I'm sorry mom, what did you say?"

She repeated her question.

"No mom, I don't think you are just pretty. I think you are beautiful, especially when you let yourself be. Sometimes I think you try to hide it, but that is just not possible"

"Mark. Really? Beautiful?" she asked incredulously, but with a smile she couldn't suppress.

"Mom, you have always been pretty, but today I noticed that you have -- what's the word I am looking for -- blossomed; yeah, blossomed. You are much more beautiful now than you were even a year ago. I think you are even more beautiful than Mae, and you know how gorgeous she is." I knew the last part would please her because in spite of her love for her sister, she was always a little resentful of her as were her sisters.

My compliment made her blush. She turned and looked at me, left hand on her hip, right front leg slightly bent toward me, iron still in her hand, but held with a limp wrist as though she were holding a food tray. Unknown to her, the light shining through the window now gave me a frontal view of her legs through the slip going all the way up to her panties.

She must have realized that I could see through her slip because suddenly she dropped her free hand to cover herself. She appeared to get a little flustered. A fleeting thought went through my mind that she wanted to reach down and lift the hem of her slip right up to her waist and give me a real show! She didn't do that of course, but something was on her mind because she was flushed red. Suddenly, she put the iron down and then walked over to me. "How about a hug?" she said eyes misty.

I sat up as she bent forward to hug me. My head came up as hers went down and we accidentally bumped heads. We laughed and began rubbing our heads at the same time. "Maybe we better stand," she grinned and said wryly.

I stood and put my arms around her lower back, my hands reveling in the soft smoothness of her bare skin. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and leaned into me pressing her breasts into my chest and her groin lightly against mine. The realization that the only thing between her 34B's and my chest was a thin cotton bra sent a surge through my dick and I could feel it starting to unwind, struggling uncomfortably against my swimming trunks. Usually when we hugged, mom would turn her face away, but today it was turned toward mine and I could feel her warm breath against my neck. The perfume drifting toward my nose had the faint smell of vanilla intermingled with the fresh smell of her shampoo. The two smells were creating a combination that must have been designed to buckle a man's knees, because it was definitely having that effect on me.

My cock involuntarily surged and I tried to pull back so she would not feel my hard cock. Mom must have thought I wanted to end our embrace prematurely because she murmured in protest and stepped closer to me. She pulled me tighter against her and whispered, "I don't know what I am going to do if you leave me to go to Kentucky."

Suddenly mom caught her breath and froze. As soon as her groin had come back together with mine, there had been no way to hide my erection. Much to my surprise, instead of recoiling, she lifted her head and kissed me full on the lips. Just as suddenly she stepped back, her face fully flushed from what could have passed for either excitement or embarrassment.

"Mom, it isn't like I would be leaving forever. I will be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas and for the entire summer. And if I do decide to go to Kentucky, I will never be more than a few hours away. I love you and I would miss you too much to be very far away."

"I wish I could talk you into staying home and going to college here. The service might let you stay on part-time so you would have a bit more money to spend. Besides, if you stayed here for a couple of more years you could still finish up at UK if you wanted. And, it would be a lot more affordable because you could live here. I know you are anxious to go out on your own, but the first two years of college are the most difficult, and I don't think it would hurt for you to have fewer distractions during that time."

I must have looked a little skeptical because she said, "Just promise me you will think about it, sweetheart."

'Okay mom, I will, but I am not making any promises."

Mom looked at her watch and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! I'm going to be late!"

She turned to get her uniform off of the ironing board. It was one of those that zipped up the front and in her haste she momentarily must have forgotten that I was in the room, because she started to put on her uniform yet made no effort to turn to the side. Consequently, when she bent over to step into her uniform, I was looking directly at her beautifully rounded ass which had stretched the material of the slip tight against it. The sun turned the slip semi-transparent again making her legs plainly visible. The sight sent another surge to my still hard cock. As she pulled the uniform up it caught her slip, which rose as well giving me a fleeting glance of her firm, shapely legs and the incredible ass kept toned by the nature of her work. When the tops of her caramel hose were exposed and contrasted against her milky thighs, I thought I was going to shoot my load right then. As she put her arms in the abbreviated sleeves of the uniform, my view of her back disappeared, but in my mind's eye, I could see the silk slip slowly sliding back down caressing her panties and thighs as it fell.

"I have to run sweetie. Will you be home when I get back?"

"I might go over to Zach's for a while, but I will probably be home before midnight."

And then she was gone.

Chapter 2

Mom wasn't gone two minutes before I had jerked my trunks off and was lying naked on the couch where I had just watched her flash her legs and ass purely by accident. I had my fat, but average length cock in my hand. In my imagination, my mom did not pull away after feeling my erection pressing against her; instead, she ran her hand down my hip and over my pubic area coming to rest on my hard dick. I closed my eyes and could imagine her cheek resting on my chest as she looked down at my bulging trunks while her small hand rubbed my cock. I imagined her hand rising to the top of my trunks and pressing against my stomach as her hand slipped under them to rest on my straining member. She looked up and whispered, "MMMMM...I like the way your cock feels in my hand." I moaned at the thought. She then took her hand out over my moans of protest, but quickly grabbed the bottoms of my trunks and pulled them to just above my knees. She then wrapped one arm around my waist and began to slowly jack my dick. She looked me in the eye and said, "Does that feel good son?"

"God yes, mom!" I burst out to the empty room. "That's it! Yeah, mom, jerk it!" I shouted involuntarily as my cock surged and shot a rope of cum onto my chest before subsiding into milky ooze that coated my cockhead.

I lay panting on the couch milking the remnants of my orgasm. My hand was covered with cum. I wiped it off against my side and brought my hand up to cover my eyes. Little by little I recovered from the biggest orgasm in recent memory.

Finally I rose and headed for the shower.

Chapter 3

I was asleep when mom got home that night, so I did not see her until the next day. I had been unable to put the ironing room "incident" out of my head, but I had reconciled myself to the idea that it was all just a fantasy. For some reason mom was either deliberately avoiding me, or was angered by my looking at her in a way not purely son to mother. She hardly spoke to me the next day. Still, even if she was mad, I wanted to do something special for her.

When she got home on the third day after our little surprisingly sexy accidental encounter I was drinking a beer while watching television. Mom was cool about that and had even said that in her considered opinion if I was old enough to vote and die for the country, I should be old enough to drink a frigging beer or glass of wine now and then.

"Hi. How was work?" I asked as she entered the house.

"It wasn't too bad. We were busy and I had some good tables that left good tips. My feet are a little sore, but otherwise, I feel great."

I saw my opening to get back into her good graces so I said, "Well, if you play your cards right, you could talk me into a foot massage."

Mom loved a good foot massage and she would stretch her legs out and put her feet on my thighs and almost purr. Most of the time, she would close her eyes and drift off to sleep. On more than one occasion, I had covered her with a blanket and let her sleep on the couch.

"You're on! Let me get out of this uniform first. Come on up while I get changed. I want to know what you did this afternoon."

I followed dutifully behind as she moved up the stairs, my eyes glued on her small, firm ass as it flexed from cheek to cheek as she climbed the stairs. She entered her bedroom and left the door open for me to follow, but I decided to remain in the doorway of her large master bathroom. She walked into her bathroom, and while I couldn't see directly into it, there was a large mirror over the bureau and the mirror reflected into a portion of it.

Mom left the bathroom door open, I guess so we could talk. When she entered, she walked over to the shower and out of the mirror's range, but I could see her uniform, bra, slip, panties and hose go sailing through the air and land into or in the general vicinity of the round wicker laundry container by the sink. I noticed that the men's extra large shirt she liked to sleep in was still on the towel rack by the sink.

I had not caught sight of mom for several minutes and was looking randomly around the room while telling her that I had planned a surprise for her tomorrow on her day off. She immediately started trying to wheedle the secret out of me. I was fixated at the intricate pattern of her bedroom's green carpet when I caught motion in the mirror. I looked up and almost came in my pants when I saw my mom's reflection in the mirror. I could see her entire body in the back, and everything from the waist up in the front through the reflection in the mirror over the sink.

Her body was beautifully toned and well rounded and looked much younger than her age would normally have indicated. I had never seen my mom naked, at least as far back as I could remember, and wasn't sure what to look at first. That was decided for me when mom reached for a bottle of lotion and began to apply it to her arms and breasts. She continued to pry about tomorrow's surprise seemingly unaware that she was giving me the greatest show on earth. She massaged lotion into her breasts and over her nipples. They responded to her touch by sticking straight out. She pinched them and smiled as they angrily jutted out in response. She reached under her breasts and gently lifted them up an inch or so, as though assessing the amount of sag. Seemingly satisfied that they were acceptable, she smiled and began to rub lotion on her legs. I caught glances of her hands as they moved from the center to the sides of her thighs, but my eyes were mostly focused on her ass, which was simply the most fabulous one I had ever seen that was not in a movie or men's magazine. Her cheeks were smooth and firm with just the right amount of rounding. I imagined my fingers sliding along the crack, over her rosebud and down into her pussy until it was soaked with her juices, and then licking my fingers clean.

My cock was bursting against the sweat pants I was wearing. I rubbed it through my pants and I could feel the pre-cum leaking out and forming a wet spot on the front of them. Suddenly, she turned and sat on the toilet and began to massage lotion into her calves and feet. She was chattering on about how a 'good' son would not withhold information from his mother but had not looked up. She shifted on the seat and brought her foot up to rest on it. Mom's bushy pussy was now in full view. "Man, if only I could see that without all the hair," I thought.

She massaged the lotion into her leg and then switched feet and again I saw flashes of pink as her leg moved slightly from her ministrations. I was rubbing my cock furiously completely caught up in the moment and was hoping the show would never end. Suddenly she finished and put her leg back on the floor. Everything grew quiet and then she did something totally amazing and unexpected. She looked up, spread her legs and ran her hand over her pussy! As soon as she did that my cock exploded without warning, jerking my head back and sending spurts of come into my pants while making a huge stain on the front. My eyes rolled up and my knees buckled as my hands sought out the door frame for support. I became oblivious to everything for a few moments. When I realized what a mess I had made in my pants, I started to turn and race to my room, but it was too late. Mom had slipped the night shirt over her head, walked out of the bathroom and was in the bedroom walking toward me. She looked into my eyes and then directly at my crotch where my dick was still hard in spite of the gallon of cum my balls had just shot through it. It was impossible for her not to be aware of the smell of raw sex because it permeated the air. My legs were still noticeably shaking from the exertion and my face had to be flushed.

my," she said. "You are supposed to drink your beer honey, not wear it!"

There was no doubt in my mind that mom knew I had just came in my pants, but I was grateful that she had given me a chance to save face. "Yeah, I am a real clutz," I managed to croak. "I need to go change. Give me a few minutes and I'll be down."

"That's a good idea honey. Why don't you change into something dry and I will throw those in the wash for you."

"Uhhhhhhhmmmm. I can bring them when I come down," I said not wanting to give her my cum filled pants."

"Go ahead and give them to me honey. I want to put something on them to make sure the beer does not leave a stain," she said with finality.

I knew better than to try and argue, so I stumbled as though in a daze to my room, closed the door and removed the pants. She waited for a few moments and then followed. She rapped on the closed door a couple of time and then opened the door partially, putting her arm through the door and holding out her hand to receive the wet pants. A moment later I put the soft pants in her hand. "See you downstairs," she called as she took the pants and pulled them through the door.

She closed his door and headed downstairs. She looked at the pants on the way down the stairs and then brought the stained pants to her nose inhaling the odor of her son's cum. Without thinking, she placed the wet spot in her mouth and sucked at the wetness. Her pussy flooded with desire as she smiled triumphantly.

"Wow, that was fucking intense!" I thought. My cock was hard again, and I knew I had to have some more relief, so I went to the bathroom and jerked my dripping cock, closing my eyes and reliving the events of 10 minutes ago. The smell of sex coming off my crotch was intoxicating. The smell coupled with the images of my naked mother overwhelmed my senses and a dozen pulls later two strong ropes of cum flew out of the head of my dick and into the sink.

I heard my mom call out that she was about to start a movie and for me to hurry up, so I quickly washed my sink out and cleaned off my cock and what was left on my hand, and threw on a pair of loose fitting khaki shorts. I ran my fingers absently through my short hair to push down an unmanageable cowlick and headed downstairs. When I got to the living room, mom was sitting in one of the two large leather easy chairs with her feet propped up on a matching Ottoman. Because of her height, the extra large men's T-shirt went almost to her knees, and due to her small size, it was so loose fitting that not much of her body was accentuated. She had a glass of white wine in her hand and the opening credits of a video starring Brad Pitt on the television.

"Ready for your foot massage?"

"I will be ready in a few minutes, honey. I want to lie down on the couch while you do it, but I want to enjoy a glass or two of wine first. I poured you one too -- it's on the table," she concluded.

Chapter 4

I settled in on the couch to watch the movie while she had her wine. After about 20 minutes she rose and walked over to the couch. She put a pillow into the corner of the couch so she could sit up and watch the movie, sat down and stretched her legs out. The shirt crept up her legs until it came to a rest just shy of half way up her thigh. The thin material must have bunched a little in the back because it now molded itself around her breasts and I could see the faint outline of her nipples. Since she had her legs slightly apart the shirt had settled in between them revealing the outline of her slim thighs. She lifted her feet and put them on my thigh. I had to twist my body a little in order to comfortably hold and massage her feet. That required me to lift her feet and turn toward her on the couch with my left leg now bent and entirely on the couch leaving only my foot hanging off the edge. She tried to help while I rearranged my leg and pulled her knees up putting her feet flat on the couch and lifting her ass as she pulled the shirt over her knees. Mom must have noticed the disappointment on my face at having lost my view of her thighs, because she gave me a 'is baby not happy?' look.

I repositioned her feet by lifting and placing them on my bare calves just below the knee, then lifted one foot and began the massage. Mom's feet were small and very pretty, and would have been even lovelier if she took more interest in her appearance and put polish on her nails.

When I lifted her foot, it caused the shirt to slide a little further up her legs, which also came slightly apart. Her thighs were still fairly close together, but I could see just enough to make me want to see more.

I began the massage with her toes, squeezing the small protrusions of bone at the joints. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned. "You could do this for a living honey. It feels amazing."

Her face was starting to relax and her eyes were closed, which was a good thing because even though I was concentrating on the job in hand (no pun intended), I kept trying to steal looks under her night shirt. I hoped it was just a matter of time before she would shift or move somehow and I would get a glance at her panties. My fingers worked each of her toes and then moved to the pad of her foot. Using gentle, yet ever so slightly increasing pressure, my thumb drew circular patterns bringing low moans from mom's lips. I pushed my thumb into the middle of her foot as I moved toward the heel alternating firm pressure into the middle of her foot and making gentle, yet firm circular motions on the side. Mom was melting with pleasure. I had given her foot massages before, but they usually involved my absently rubbing her foot. This massage was meant to be make her feel really good and was apparently reaching that goal.

I gently placed her foot back on my leg. "Let me get a drink of wine and then I will start the other foot."

"Sure honey, just please don't stop for long," she whispered. "It feels delicious."

My glass of wine was in the middle of the coffee table and I had to edge forward to reach it, but when I moved mom did not lift her feet causing them to slide up until they stopped against my crotch. My cock had been hard since I started the massage, and now mom's feet were resting softly against it. I bent over and stretched out to get my wine which forced her feet more directly and firmly onto my flexing meat. I expected her to pull her feet away, but she acted as though she had not noticed. Naturally, when she didn't move, I took my time getting my drink. When I felt I had taken it as far as I dared, I finally moved back reluctantly. I looked up at mom. Her eyes were still closed and could have sworn I saw a small smile on her face.

I picked up her other foot and started massaging it. Her foot felt small and soft and fragile. She had thin, petite pink toes that stretched forward like a cat's when I pressed against the underside of the joints. Slowly, methodically, working her foot and spurred on by her constant moans of pleasure, I finally relinquished it, laying it softly back against my calf. I smiled inwardly knowing that she had really enjoyed it. "So, did it feel good," I asked already knowing the answer.

'Honey, that was great! It was almost perfect."

I was immediately deflated. "Almost perfect? What did I do wrong?"

'Oh, honey, it isn't that you did anything wrong, but for the massage to be perfect it has to have one more thing."

"What? Tell me and I will do it. I want you to feel good."

"Well, sweetheart, a PERFECT foot massage would include my toes being licked and sucked," she kidded.

"I can do that," I replied almost too quickly. The thought of bringing mom's toes in my mouth and licking them had crossed my mind several times during the massage.

"I'll just bet you would!" she said disbelievingly.

"No, really I would gladly do that," I insisted. I loved massaging your feet, and to tell the truth I thought about doing that, but was afraid you might not like it."

She looked at me a little incredulously and called my bluff, "In that case...."

Mom scooted down a little on the couch and the shirt rose up past mid-thigh. She put her hand between her legs pushing the shirt down and lifted her foot toward my mouth. I put one hand on her calf and the other around the instep of her foot. I pulled it to my mouth sliding my hand up to her toes.

Even though she was pushing the shirt down, I could see almost to the cleft of her upper thigh. I still couldn't see her panties, but I knew that view was only an inch or two away. I gently spread her big toe and sucked it into my mouth. It had the slight taste of lotion, but I didn't care: I had my mom's big toe in my mouth! One by one her toes found my mouth. I licked and sucked as though I was eating the world's best tasting ice cream cone.

My hand began to lightly massage her calf and lower thigh. Mom groaned at the combined sensations of my mouth and hand, her head falling to one side, eyes closed, look of pure bliss on her face, mouth open breathing deeply, almost drooling with pleasure. Her hands moved up to cradle her face.

So entranced was I with my work, my eyes had closed, and the feeling of having her toes in my mouth seemed to push all other feelings aside. I think I was enjoying it as much as she was, maybe more.

I placed one of her feet back on my calf, opened my eyes and mentally shook myself out of the trance I had fallen into. I looked at mom. Her lips must have become a little dry because her tongue came out to wet them. Her face showed complete relaxation, and she appeared to be close to falling asleep. Suddenly I was nudged from my reverie by her moan and then raspy whisper, "Please honey, it feels so good. Please don't stop yet."

I didn't answer. Instead I dutifully started to lift her other foot and bring it to my mouth. Mom's legs were spread much wider than before, I felt my cock leap. Lifting her leg was just like lifting the curtain at a movie, except this movie was better than any I had ever seen before. I resisted the urge to move fast in hopes that mom would not realize her fully exposed position and cover up. Slowly her thigh came more into view.

I was betting with myself on the color and style of her panties, which were only an inch from view. Will they be those white full cut panties, or some tiny pink bikinis, or some other color? Based upon her usual habits, I resigned myself to seeing a pair of full cut, white cotton panties.

"Showtime!" I shouted silently and lifted her leg the remaining two inches bringing her foot to my mouth. Her crotch came into view and I could not help but gasp. Not only did she not have any panties on, but her pussy glistened with fluids. I could see they had poured out of her slightly open slit revealing pink folds beneath the brown pubic hair. There was a wet spot that had leaked out of her, onto and through the thin t-shirt.

I took my time slowly licking and sucking on each of her toes, my eyes riveted on her pussy. I resisted a great urge to push her legs roughly apart and bury my face in her bush. I could see the puffy folds, but her pubic hair hid her clit. My cock was close to bursting, but I still wanted to see it without all the hair. I continued to lick and suck mom's toes for what seemed like forever, finally tearing my eyes away from her milky thighs and sweet pussy to look to see what mom's reaction to my efforts was. I turned bright red when I looked up to find her fully awake and looking right into my eyes. I dropped my eyes in embarrassment, which meant I was looking directly at her pussy again. Flustered I looked back up and searched for something to say. "Well, mom, was it okay?" I blurted.

"Baby, it was better than great. It was wonderful. In fact, it was almost perfect."

My ego in the space of two seconds had flown to the mountain top and then hurtled down to the valley.

"Almost perfect?" I asked disappointedly.

"Sweetheart, a good lover does not give a foot massage like that and then leave his mate in this condition," she said waving in the direction of her mound.

Had she just used the words lover and mate describing herself and me? I couldn't believe what I had just heard. In fact, I momentarily questioned my sanity. Had I heard that, or had my imagination taken what I wanted to do and made it seem like reality. I felt like Seth's crazy brother in Dusk to Dawn when he started hearing things. I looked into my mother's eyes and saw nothing but pure lust in them, and knew this was very, very real. I reached for my pants and started to unbutton them.

"No, Mark. Honey that is something we cannot do."

I know I must have looked a little puzzled because she quickly clarified.

"Honey, the way to a woman's heart is though your tongue."

It took a moment to register, and then the realization of what she was asking for hit home. I had never eaten a woman before, and wasn't completely sure how to start. I had enjoyed a handful of blowjobs in the backseat of a car given by girlfriends, but it had always been a one way street. Like most people my age, my friends and I had talked about it, but those conversations had provided only a marginal framework as to technique. I definitely was not opposed to the idea: it had just never happened in my very limited sexual encounters. That uncertainty caused me to hesitate, but only for a second or two.

I started to bend over and then realized that would not work, so instead, I sank to the floor onto my knees. The subservient position I had assumed was somehow an incredible turn on. Mom turned her body toward me to allow me access to her sexy slit. Her legs were splayed. I could see the fluids running out of her and down the crack of her ass. She was watching me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. I started kissing the inside of her knees and slowly began working my way up her thigh. I slid my hands under her soft, yet firm ass cheeks. My tongue slipped out softly licking her thighs. As I got closer to her mound the smell of raw sex flooded my senses. Still, I wanted to go slow and let her body tell me what she wanted. I licked to the junction between her thigh and ass just below her pussy and then went teasingly to the inside the knee of her other leg, beginning my slow progress up her thigh all over again. She moaned and shook with anticipation. This time when I got close to her pussy, I stuck my tongue out and slid it right down her dripping slit. Mom gasped and moaned loudly coaxing me on. "Oh, yeah baby!" "That's it, son!" "Lick it baby!"

Her pussy was flooded with juices. Each time I stuck my tongue into her cunt, it came away covered by the most wonderfully slippery, sexy liquid imaginable. I pushed my tongue into her to capture more. My tongue explored each fold. Mom was stating to squirm on the couch. "Lick my clit, baby," she moaned and moved her hands to the back of my head. She grabbed a handful of my short hair and brought my mouth up to her clit. I licked gently at the protruding pink "little man in the boat" I had heard about. "Harder, honey!" I pushed my tongue more firmly into her clit which created a groan that came from deep inside her. "Lie down on the floor, baby," she ordered.

I lay back on the floor. Mom pulled the shirt off and carelessly tossed it away. Her full, well-formed breasts were as flushed as her face. Her petite nipples jutted straight out. Her eyes were wild and were saying, "My pussy is going to fuck your face for an hour and then it is going back for seconds."

I looked up as she lowered her flooded pussy on my mouth. She ground it into my lips and nose. I stuck my tongue out trying to make it as hard as my engorged cock. She started to rock back and forth sliding her clit over it. I reached up and cupped her breasts and began to squeeze her nipples drawing another groan from her depths. Occasionally she would run her pussy up and my nose would slip in her hole, forcing my tongue to swab the sensuous region between her two holes. Suddenly I had the urge to lick her rosebud. I brought my hands to her hips and slid her forward until my tongue came in contact with her brown star. "Oh, fuck yes!" Mom forced her ass down on my hard tongue and it pushed up inside her ass. I tasted musky, but surprisingly sexy.

My cock was pressed so hard against my khakis that I had to have some relief. I reached a hand down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock was dripping when it leapt furiously from its confinement. It felt fatter and heavier in my hand than it ever had before as I stroked it.

Suddenly mom lifted up. Her head was thrown back; her face was contorted in pure unadulterated lust and aggression. She slammed her pussy back onto my mouth squashing my lips against my teeth and began to rub her clit against my nose, my tongue, and my lips. Her pace was furious and she was grunting like an out of control animal. "Fuck!" "Uhhhhmmmmmm!" "Umph!" "Umph!" "Umph!" "Oh yeah! Lick it!" "I'm cumming, baby!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly her body shuddered and she fell forward. Her pussy jerked several times against my face. She grunted each time and when the jerking subsided, her full weight came to rest on my face.

The idea that I had made my mother cum was too much for my overwhelmed senses to process and my cock exploded shooting ropes of cum up onto her ass. I was breathing heavily against her sweet pussy, still so excited that my lips were kissing her pussy, worshipping it, and cleaning it of the remainder of her juices.

Mom finally spoke. "Poor baby, I completely ignored you, didn't I?" She didn't wait for an answer. She lifted up onto her knees and backed down my body. She looked at the mess all over my torso, smiled and began to lick up my cum. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" "You taste good honey," she said in between slurps. I had never seen anything hotter in my life.

She finished with a small shiver and I couldn't resist asking a question I already knew the answer to. "How was it mom?"

"Honey, it was one of the most fabulous, erotic feelings I have ever had. In fact, it was almost perfect."

She had again inflated my ego only to puncture it again. "Almost perfect?"

She rotated her body and I was again looking at her pussy and ass, my cum now visible, its transparent rivulets running down the crack of her ass. "A good lover cleans up his mess honey."

She lowered her pussy and hovered just above my mouth. I immediately knew what she wanted and eagerly snaked my tongue out to capture what remained of my seed. The taste was intoxicating. I could see mom watching me, her head bent over and looking directly at my hungry efforts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "That's a good boy. Lick it all up. Clean mama's ass and pussy."

I moved her forward enough to get access to her ass and ran my tongue over it to get anything that might be left.

Mom broke my concentration by asking "Are you ready to tell me about my surprise tomorrow?"

"Be patient mom. You will know early tomorrow morning. I think it will be a day off you remember though, but that is all that I am going to say."

"In that case, I am going to go to bed." She saw the question on my face, and answered before it could come out. "I need to go to bed - alone, sweetheart -- I need to think about some things."

She saw the downcast look on his face. She immediately sought to reassure me. "I think what just happened here happened between two adults and was amazing, but it also goes against just about everything accepted by society. I am not ashamed or embarrassed, but I do need time to think."

I was heartened by what she said. She might decide never to be with me again this way, but somehow I felt everything would be alright.

She rose, her magnificent body fully exposed. She made no effort to reach for the shirt; instead she walked slowly toward the stairs letting my eyes devour her.

I had to ask and called after her, "So mom, how was it?"

She stopped and turned toward me, her swollen nipples and puffy pussy staring back at me and said, "Honey, it was the best I ever had". "In fact," she said flashing a brilliant smile, "it was almost perfect."

As mom climbed the stairs, her gorgeous ass swaying, my hand was already around my swollen cock. She was barely out of sight when another load shot out of my cock. I could hardly wait for tomorrow.

I imagined that mom fell asleep with a smile on her face.The next morning I rose early to the low buzzing of my alarm clock. I had several things to do and wanted everything to be perfect for her. My first stop was to the highly regarded hairdresser my friend Sara had told me about. I explained that I wanted him to do mom's hair in a way that would flatter her beauty, but was something more up to date. At first he was skeptical because of his schedule, but when I told him I wanted her to have an expensive facial as well, he suddenly had just enough time to squeeze her in. We set the appointment for 1pm. I thanked him for working her in, paid the bill with my debit card, and raced to fulfill the next item on my list.

Since the hairdresser had assured me that mom's hair would be a dark, rich brunette color once he was finished, I went to very nice women's store and purchased some lipstick and nail polish that had a deep, red, liquid appearance. I picked up various tools to trim and buff her nails and headed for the fragrance section. I loved the perfume mom used, but I was looking for some foot creams, body lotion, and bath beads. I told the clerk what kind of perfume mom used, and she tried to match the other items to her perfume. Fortunately, several of the items were part of the perfume line leaving only the foot cream that was not. With the clerk's help, I picked out a nice fragrance.

The next stop was the lingerie section. If nothing else, I was determined to get mom into a hot lingerie set. If she was going to strut around the house in underwear, I wanted it to be something sexy. Within minutes, I saw exactly what I was looking for. The set that jumped out at me was black and had a silky, semi-transparent bra and a pair of boy shorts that was plain in the back, but lacy in the front with a little bow in the middle and at the top of the panties. I also picked out a couple of black half-slips and a black camisole. I picked out another boy short style panty and bra set in dark green. Finally, the neighboring department had a very sexy "little black dress" that caught my eye. When I asked to see it, the clerk gushed about how "No woman's wardrobe is complete without a dress like this."

My dick was surging just imagining mom in that sexy dress and underwear. I could picture her in my mind's eye and the picture was spectacular.

I saw the clerk sneak a peek at my crotch, smiling slightly when she saw I had an erection. I paid the bill and then went to the shoe section. I found a pair of 9 West shiny, open toed black pumps in her size. I explained that they were for my fiancé. She smiled and said she thought my fiancé would absolutely love them. She even said she wished her boyfriend was as thoughtful. I thanked her, paid the bill and headed for the uniform store I had seen on my way into the mall.

I was so tired of seeing mom in those boring white uniforms. I had seen a black one with white piping in the store window that I thought would make mom look hot. I had a stroke of luck once I got to the store. Not only did they have the uniform I liked in mom's size, but they also were having a two for one sale. It was a good thing too, because the hair dresser had put a serious dent in my bank account. Nevertheless, I was very pleased with everything I had bought. I had never gone all out for anyone like that in my entire life, and it really felt good; especially in this case knowing how happy this would make mom.

I put all the gifts in the back seat of my truck on the floor so mom would be less likely to see them and drove back to the house. When I got home, mom was dressed plainly in an old housecoat and busy cleaning the kitchen. She looked a little disheveled, and it was obvious that she still was not completely awake. She smiled when I came in. "I read your note sweetheart. I didn't expect you to be back so soon, but I am glad you are because I have been thinking about my surprise since I woke up. So let's have it mister," she kidded.

"It isn't that kind of surprise mom. I can only tell you this much: You have an appointment in two hours to get your surprise. So, how about we have something to eat? I have been going all morning and I am starving."

"How does bacon, eggs and toast sound?"

"Fantastic!"

We made small talk for about an hour, and all the while I was waiting for her to make some reference to the previous night's activity, but she acted as though it never happened. I was a little confused about how I should act: Should I pretend it never happened as she was doing, or should I let her know that I hoped for more? I decided that I would have to let her take the lead, but on the inside, my stomach was turning flips of fear that she may have decided to never see me as a potential lover again. My heart was yearning for her, but somehow I knew I had to be patient. On one level, she was acting nonchalant, but I could tell that she was more than a little excited about what I might have planned. Acting bored, mom said she was going to take a shower. When she went upstairs to take her shower, I ran outside and got the packages. I wanted to be sure that nothing went wrong later.

A few minutes later I had everything hidden in my room and was ready to head downstairs when I heard mom call out to me from her room. "Mark, can you come in here for a minute? I want to ask you something. I entered her bedroom. She was in her bathroom with the door closed.

"Honey, would you look in my closet and let me know what you want me to wear?"

"Sure, mom," I replied. I knew that she would be in the beauty shop for at least two hours, so I picked out a pair of navy shorts and a light brown blouse and laid them on the bed.

"I've laid some clothes on the bed for you," I called.

I heard the bathroom door open and mom stepped out. She had a towel wrapped around her that revealed the tops of her breasts and fell to just below her ass. My cock immediately formed a bulge in my pants, a fact that was not lost on mom as she looked directly at my crotch. I saw a small smile and knew that she was teasing me.

She sat down on the bed facing me and because of the woefully inadequate towel was immediately treated to a view of her mound. Mom had swiveled her body so as to look at the clothes laid out for her. The movement caused her legs to part slightly, but she seemed not to notice that I was staring directly at her cunt. She suddenly turned back in my direction catching me staring under the towel. Instead of covering up, she pretended to have found something on one of her breasts. She pulled the towel away revealing a flash of brown areole. My eyes followed hers as she looked down her cleavage using the other hand to lightly brush the invisible substance off. My cock was so hard at this point that a single touch would have sent a gush of cum flying from its head.

"So, she said, where am I going?"

"Get dressed and you will find out," I croaked.

Mom stood and walked to her dresser. She searched through her drawers until she found a pair of matching teal panties and bra. She continued to question me, but did not ask me to leave, and I certainly did not volunteer to go. She stood by the dresser, her reflection shining back at me. She bent slightly and stepped into the panties. She pulled them slowly, but still far too fast up her legs. She hesitated briefly just below her ass. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. If someone had just entered the room, they would not have known if they were going up or coming down, but the color contrast against her naturally dark skin looked spectacular. When she pulled them up the rest of the way I was treated to the sight of her gorgeous ass before the towel fell back down. But I was not going to be denied a view of her ass for long, because the next thing I saw was the towel drop to the floor.

I looked up and saw the reflection of her breasts in the mirror. There was almost no sag, and I was grateful at that moment for perfect eyesight, because my eyes were taking in every inch of her body. She had been chattering for over a minute and still had not reached for her bra. She was running a brush through her hair causing her tits to softly bounce to its rhythm. Entranced, my eyes were glued on her jutting nipples.

"Hmmmmmm," she said, "I guess if I want an answer I am going to have to finish dressing."

"Huh?" I asked barely able to speak. "Did you say something?"

"Yes, Honey. For the third time now, does my hair look alright?"

She had to be kidding. The only hair I had thought about was between her legs. I looked up at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She was trying to look stern, but she should have known that it is impossible to look tough if your soft tits are doing all the talking. "You're impossible!" she said. "Oh, never mind!" she said with mock frustration, but her face was a traitor as she couldn't suppress a smile. "Go on downstairs and make me a glass of iced tea before you have another accident.

I flushed at the reference to the glob of cum I had sprayed in my pants yesterday, and to the truth of what she was saying now. My cock was straining against my jeans, and had already leaked enough pre-cum to form a wet spot the size of a quarter. "Okay, but we need to hurry," I said my embarrassment making me sound a little miffed.

Chapter 2

Ten minutes later we arrived at the hairdresser's. Mom looked at me quizzically. Matthew Belvedere was widely acknowledged as the best hairdresser in the city and he was quite expensive. I opened her door and held out my hand to help her step down from the truck. I put his hand on her arm and guided her into the salon. Once inside, I quickly caught Mr. Belvedere's eye. He fluffed the hair of the client he was working with, said something to her, and then came over walking in an extremely effeminate manner.

"Oh, Mark! It is so good to see you again! So this is the one I am to work with? Honey, what foolish person does your hair? We should really have them shot you know. You are far too beautiful to have someone butcher you like this. It just will not do. Mark, are you sure I can't do your hair as well? I will give you a discount, you know." Mr. Belvedere finished by reaching over to pat me on the ass.

"Maybe some other time," I said. I could feel my face flush beet red.

"Okay honey, but I could really help you out too. I could give you a little highlighting and make those big brown eyes of yours just POP. I grinned and shook my head embarrassedly.

"No? Well, okay then, come back at 4 o'clock and pick your fiancé up"

Mom looked at me quizzically, but I just mouthed, "I'll tell you later," and then out loud said, "Have fun!" I gave her a peck on the cheek and quickly headed out the door since Mr. Belvedere looked like he might grab my cock at any moment.

At 4 o'clock I arrived back at the salon. One of the hairdressers was manning the reception desk, and when I described mom she said, "I wish I was as pretty as she is. I think they are almost done, but let me go check.' And with that she rose and went to the back of the salon. Moments later she returned. "She will be done in about 5 minutes," she explained.

I picked up some magazine that smelled more like a perfume factory than a magazine. It had lots of pictures of very thin models showing plenty of skin and very skimpy clothes. I felt my cock stir when I flipped to the lingerie section, and was totally engrossed when mom suddenly appeared. I looked up and I know my jaw dropped because mom said, "Well, I guess that answers the question of how I look! So, you like?"

Was she kidding? I knew immediately why Mr. Belvedere was so expensive. Mom looked like a completely different person. Her hair was dark and rich and shone with luster. It had been cut in a shorter, much more contemporary style which made her look closer to 27 than 37. The cut framed her face beautifully, and suddenly Mae was the less beautiful one. When I finally found my voice, I said, "Do I like? No, I love the way you look. You look fantastic! In fact, I would say you look almost perfect."

"Almost perfect?" she said crestfallen.

"This is only part of the surprise. The rest is at the house," I said quickly.

"Mark! Honey, you should not have spent so much money on me baby."

"Don't worry about it. I will be back to work in a week and I know I will be able to put in lots of hours over the next month or so. Besides, I have wanted to do something for you for a long time, so let me have my fun."

Mom broke into a brilliant smile and threw her arms around me and kissed me open mouthed. Her moist lips yielded and melded into mine. She broke the kiss off, put her hand behind my head, and moved her cheek to mine. "I guess if we are to be married I should play the part," she whispered breathlessly into my ear.

Chapter 3

When we arrived home, I steered her over to the overstuffed chair and had her put her feet up on the Ottoman. "Are you giving me another of your soon to be world famous foot massages?"

"Maybe later, but right now I want you to trust me to do something."

Mom looked a little skeptical. "I think I need some more information," she answered.

I told her I would be right back and ran upstairs to get the nail polish and some emery boards. I came back down and showed her the bottle. "I want to do your nails, but I have never done nails before."

Mom burst out laughing. "Honey, I thought you might have something crazy planned. Sure you can paint my nails. If you do it wrong, we can just remove the polish and do it again."

Mom walked me through the process and within just a few minutes, mom's toe nails were shining a beautiful red and I hadn't painted any of her toes. I held her feet and gently blew on her nails to help them dry. "May I do your finger nails milady, now that my expertise in this area has been so clearly revealed?" I joked overly formal.

"Of course, kind sir," mom did a half curtsy in her chair. She appeared to be enjoying the attention immensely. In fact, she was smiling and almost acting as giddy as a teenager.

I first tried to hold her hand and apply the polish, but it was immediately clear that another tack had to be taken. I fetched a small towel and put it on the arm of the chair, then laid her hand on it. That worked much better. Mom had ceased to give advice on how I should proceed and in fact had closed her eyes in a display of complete trust. I just hoped I wouldn't do anything stupid like drop the brush in her lap, or turn the bottle of polish over on the chair. I took my time, and when I was done they looked fantastic. As with her feet, I took her hands one by one, held them to my mouth and gently blew them dry. After waiting several minutes to be sure they were completely dry, I told her that the "nail polish master" had completed his work.

She opened her eyes and looked delightedly at her nails. She popped out of the chair and crossed her arms over her breasts with her fingernails shining back at me. She changed positions several times looking like a cheer leader showing off her skills. I laughed at her obvious enjoyment as she flashed another of those brilliant smiles at me. "You did such a great job," she gushed. "They really look great, don't they?"

"They look fabulous if I do say so myself. In fact, I would say you look almost perfect."

Mom laughed at my having turned the tables from the previous evening. "There's more?"

"There is, but the rest is upstairs. Do you want to go see?"

She skipped to me and jumped into my arms planting a big, wet kiss on my lips and mashing her soft breasts into my chest. "I can hardly wait!"

"After you, ma'am," I said with mock courtesy.

Mom bounced up the stairs with my eyes never off her sweet ass.

"Go on into your room and I will be right behind you as soon as I grab your presents."

When I got into her room she was sitting on her bed expectantly waiting. I had the bag from the store in my hand when I entered. As soon as she saw the store name, she said, "Owwwwwww, honey you shouldn't have," delight all over her face.

I sat the bag on the floor and reached in and pulled out the green satin boy shorts. I put my fingers in the waistband and stretched them in front of my face moving my hands to mimic a woman walking. "Oh my God, honey, do you want me to wear those? They look so...young."

"Mom, believe me, the young girls in the magazines don't have anything on you," I gushed.

"Oh, don't be silly, honey," she said blushing, but obviously pleased.

I reached back in the bag and pulled out the semi-transparent dark green matching bra and twirled it before tossing it to her. She caught it and remarked that it sure wouldn't leave much for the imagination. "Imagination is overrated mom," I retorted with a big smile.

Mom broke into laughter at my response. "So, I suppose you would like to see me in these?" she smiled and said rhetorically.

"Yes, and these too," I said reaching in the bag and pulling out a pair of thigh highs that had lacy tops. She reached to catch the packet, but its flat shape and slick wrapping landed in her hand and then skittered away landing neatly on the bed.

"I see. Are you sure you want to see your old mother dressed in such sexy underwear? Don't you want to wait and give these to one of the girls more your age?" she teased.

"Are you kidding? The girls I know are children compared to you. Some of them are really pretty, but they are not nearly as sexy as you. In fact, you are the sexiest woman I have ever been around, and there is no one on the planet that I would rather see wearing them."

With a wry smile she stood and much to my surprise started to unbutton her blouse. "I guess after the last few days, feigning modesty would be ridiculous," she said again not expecting a response. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, but did not remove it; instead it revealed about a 3" section of skin and bra. Her hands dropped to her waist and undid the clasp on her shorts and slowly unzipped them. Her thumbs slipped under the waistband of her shorts and she wriggled them over her ass and then let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of one leg and then took here foot, laughed and flipped the shorts into the air for me to catch. Although she was acting playful, I saw that her white panties had a wet spot just above the gusset.

She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the panties and teasingly lowered them. The act just about sent me over the edge, my cock rising to full size and flexing over and over, trying to find a way out. She pushed the panties down to her knees and stood back up and slowly began to remove her blouse. Her bra covered, perfect breasts: not too large, not too small came into view as she tossed the blouse to me. She stood before me with her panties at her knees, her bush glistening with moisture, and reached behind her back and unbuttoned her bra. She caught it before it fell, her hands cupping her covered tits, a little bad girl look on her face. I thought I was going to cum in my pants at the sight in front of me. She let the bra start to slide down, her small areolas and nipples slowly coming into view. Once she was fully exposed, she tossed the bra to me as well.

She smiled her little girl smile again and said in a childlike voice, "I am kind of shy about taking all my clothes off around such a strong, young man." With that, she turned her back to me and bent over giving me a perfect view of that sweet ass of hers. She did not drop her panties; instead she put her thumbs in them and bent ever further over until her hands were at her ankles. The action caused her cheeks to spread and reveal her rosebud and puffy mound. My aching cock leaked pre-cum by the spoonful into my pants.She stayed in that position long enough for me to start drooling and then stepped out of her panties. She turned back to me, panties in hand. "Hmmmmmm. You seem to already have your hands full." I had her blouse and bra in my left hand and her shorts in my right. She gave me a drop dead sexy look and took her panties and slowly ran them up and down her sopping slit before walking right up to me, face to face. "Since you don't have a free hand, what shall we do with these?" Before I could answer, she continued, "I know, open wide sweetheart."

She brought her soaked panties up to me nose. Her smell wafting off them overpowered my senses. I looked into her lust filled eyes and opened my mouth. She pushed the soaked silk into my mouth and as soon as my tongue came in contact with them and tasted her sweet juices which flowed out, my cock erupted. A series of loud, uncontrollable grunts came involuntarily from deep inside me. My legs buckled, my hips thrusting at the empty air. Mom smiled triumphantly as she looked at the crotch of my pants where a huge wet spot appeared and began to spread. Mom put her hand on the wet spot and squeezed her thumb and fingers together forcing my cum to seep through my pants and onto her fingers. She looked my in the eye and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked noisily on them, rolled her eyes up and moaned. "I think we can safely assume that you like your old mom's body."

"Ummphhh" was all I could manage.

She turned and strolled back over to the bed. "I'm sorry, did you say something, honey," she said sweetly. "You know you shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Perhaps you should remove mama's dirty panties before you try to speak."

I drew her panties slowly and very reluctantly from my mouth, flicking my tongue over them several more times before removing them. Finally, I was able to croak, "I love your body mom. It is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. In fact, it is almost perfect."

"Uh oh," she thought crestfallen and almost afraid to ask what he found less than perfect. "Almost perfect? I know my breasts sag a little, but there have to be some effects of age, sweetheart," she said a little defensively.

"Your breasts are perfect mom. So is your ass, your legs, your face, your neck, your shoulders, your arms...."

"Then what, baby?"

I stepped to her and drew her naked body to me. Thoughts of her putting the lingerie on I had thrown to her were long gone. Holding her tightly against me I bent to her ear and whispered, "Remember how you trusted me to do your nails before? Would you trust me to do something else?"

Chapter 4

Mom pulled her head back, but kept her pelvis pressed against the wetness of my pants and my bulging cock. She looked at me like I was a little crazy. I could tell she was struggling to come up with what it was I wanted to do. "I'm afraid I need a little more information again.'"

My hand went to the back of her head and I pulled her close enough to again whisper, "Mom, you have a beautiful pussy." Monica could not help blush deep red at her son's boldness as he continued. "But, I want to be able to see more of it. Would you let me trim it?"

Monica had overheard her coworkers talk about how they shaved or trimmed their pubic hair for husbands and boyfriends, and she had even trimmed herself once or twice, but having no one to admire her handiwork, she discontinued the practice. Now her 18 year old son was asking to trim her pubic hair. Somehow having him with a pair of scissors next to her tender folds was not the most comforting thought she had ever had. Nevertheless, there was something erotic about the idea and as her pussy started to drip again, and she agreed.

Sensing her fear, I tried to reassure her by adding, "I will be super careful and I promise not to get too close to the skin."

She climbed on her bed and pushed a couple of large pillows between the headboard and her back and propped herself into a sitting position with her legs together. "There are some scissors in the bathroom sweetheart."

I quickly found the scissors and returned to the bedroom, but as I walked back I noticed that the wet spot in my pants was rubbing against my tender cock head and it was getting a little sore, so before I began I explained my predicament and asked, "Mom, these wet pants are rubbing against me and starting to hurt. Do you mind if I take them off?"

"We can't have that now, can we?" she laughed, which took some of the nervousness from both of us, but did nothing to lessen the sexual tension that filled the room.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and took them off. I hesitated for a second and then thought to myself, "My boxers are wet as too. I wonder what she will say if I take them off as well?" I mentally shrugged and pulled my boxers down. My hard cock caught on the hem of them and once freed, sprang out and slapped against my t shirt.

Mom gasped her eyes riveted to my groin, and when she spoke, it was not in rebuke. Instead, she continued to surprise me by pointing to my t shirt and saying, "Well, you may as well get rid of that too."

I pulled my shirt over my head revealing a taunt body, a little thin like most boys my age.

"My handsome son is all grown up....in all respects," she remarked almost to herself.

I blushed a little and put my knee on the bed, my blood engorged cock bobbing at her. Next, my hands went to her ankles and began to spread her legs. My hands glided up the inside of her creamy, coffee colored legs, gently pushing them ever wider apart, my eyes locked on hers. I moved between her splayed legs and lay down, my pelvis part on and part off the bed, my hard dick pointing down off the bed, its semi-soft corner pressing against the top of the hard shaft. Each time I moved forward or back my cock moved up and down against the bed corner in a jacking motion.

Mom's bedroom had a full length mirror affixed to the panels of her closet which was located several feet from the foot of the bed. Through the mirror I knew she could see our prone bodies. I had deliberately exposed my hard cock to her. She seemed conflicted between looking in the mirror and at what I was doing to her pussy, a pussy that was now noticeably leaking fluids. I gently pulled some pubic hair on the top of her mound between my thumb and forefinger and snipped. As I worked, my hand and fingers moved up and across her slit. The smell of her overheated mound filled the air.

I took my time making sure that she was evenly trimmed. My cock was leaking pre-cum and she must have noticed that because her eyes were riveted on the mirror. Finally, reluctantly, I brushed off her nearly naked mound and announced, "That's it, all done."

Mom reached for the tissue box on the headboard and pulled out several sheets. I'm afraid I am making a mess down there," she said embarrassedly.

"It would be my pleasure to take care of that for you," I said. But instead of using the tissue, I rose up to rest on my elbows, slid my hands under her luscious ass and raised her pussy toward my face. I could see the juices streaming from her pussy, down her crack and onto her rosebud.

"Gosh mom, you have made quite a mess. I guess I will just have to lick it all up to get you clean." I flattened my tongue against her little brown star and slowly licked my way up and down her crack. I repeated that several times slowing down enough to poke my tongue into her rosebud, her pussy and against the clit. She was squirming so much it was hard to maintain contact. "This is no fair," she suddenly blurted. "You need to turn around and let me have some too."

I wasn't going to have to be asked twice. My cock was so hard I thought it might burst. I turned and carefully straddled her head. I couldn't believe my mom had just asked to suck my cock! I lowered my head and looked back at my beautiful mother. Her eyes were fixated on my dick. She licked her lips and then stuck out her tongue. I watched as she swirled it around the head, licking her lips and rolling her eyes in pleasure. It was as though she were sipping a fine wine. She wrapped her hand around the bottom of my shaft, tightened and pulled toward the head. A large dollop of pre-cum appeared. She pulled my dick downward and bounced it off her tongue. The transparent pearl of pre-cum fell onto her tongue. Her tongue returned to her mouth. "MMMMmmmmmmmm." She moaned, then in one movement she closed her eyes and shoved my dick into her mouth all the way to the root.

"Ummphhh!" I groaned I slid my hands under mom's ass and buried my face into her cunt. Mom placed her hands on my ass. I was reading her desire by the pressure she was putting on my ass. As she eased pressure, I would lift my ass so she could breathe, and as she increased pressure I would feed her more cock. In the meantime, I was licking her clit like a madman, my hands pinning her to my sucking mouth and licking tongue. I was getting close and was beginning to fuck mom's face. Her pelvis was returning my thrusts.

"Unhhhh!" "Unhhhhh!" "Unhhhh!" both of us grunted. I began to piston my dick into her mouth, my saliva soaked balls slapped audibly against her nose. I could feel my dick swell. Mom could too as she moaned around it and trapped me deep in her mouth, swallowing my entire cock. My arms were too weak to lift me up, so I turned my head so that my cheek was lying in her sloppy pussy. "I'm going to cum!" I managed to half shout, half pant before locking back onto her clit. Mom answered by pulling me even tighter against her, my balls resting on her nose. She groaned again and I knew she was coming just as my own cum boiled up from my balls and gushed into her throat. She swallowed madly to keep up with the flow, but it was too much. She pushed against my pelvis wildly to give her some air, her chest heaving as she coughed some of my cum back up. She turned her head to the side struggling to catch her breath, my cock resting against her cheek oozing cum onto the side of her face and down her neck.

Finally she started to breathe normally. "Mmmmmmmm, that was good." She patted the bed next to her and said, "Come up here with me honey."

I gave her sweet pussy a final lick and kiss and turned around. My face shone with her juices and mine had formed rivulets down her cheek. She moved down the bed a little and straightened the pillows for me. I lay down on my back and she put her dry cheek on my chest, her arm thrown across me. The smell of my cum was strong on her cheek. I used my fingers to made small circles in my cum watching as it disappeared into her skin. She smiled and lifted her head to kiss me. Her tongue flicked out into my open mouth. There was nothing motherly about her kiss. The smells coming from our faces were intoxicating, and we began to kiss more passionately. She licked her taste from my lips.

My cock was already stirring and by the time her hand went toward it, it was already rising to meet her hand. "My, my, my, there is certainly something to be said for a young man." She slowly jacked me as I ran my hands over her ass squeezing her cheeks. She moaned into my mouth. "So, what does he want to do now?"

"He wants to be inside you."

"Well, you can have me, but not my pussy. I don't take birth control."

I looked at her quizzically and then it dawned on me that my mother was telling me I could fuck her gorgeous ass! As soon as she saw the light come on in my eyes, she smiled and said, "There is some lubricant in the bathroom."

Chapter 5

I almost fell trying to get to the bathroom and then clumsily knocked some things of hers in the floor before I could find the lube. "Slow down honey. I am not going anywhere," she laughed.

I returned to the bed. She held out her hand for the lube. I gave it to her and she unscrewed the cap and squeezed some into her hand. She took my cock in her hand and coated it with the slick jelly like substance. I almost came right then as my hips rose up to meet the down stroke of her hand.

Carefully she straddled me and began to lower herself onto my dick. Suddenly she stopped and said, "I want you to lick it first. You have a big cock and I need all the lubrication I can get." With that she scooted up to my face and lowered her rosebud toward my tongue. I was so excited my tongue jumped out and lathered her ass in thick, wet strokes. I made a tight U with it and stuck it into her ass as far as it would reach. It had a musty, but not unpleasant taste. It must have felt good because she groaned and sat down, grinding her ass into my face. "Oh, hell yeah," she blurted.

She let me tongue her for what seemed like 5 minutes before she lifted and moved back to my leaking cock. Then she placed my cock to her ass and slowly started to lower herself. When she encountered resistance, she started to raise back up, but I was too close to go slow. I put my hands on her hips and drew her to me as I pushed my hips up. "Easy, baby, easy!" she begged.

But my cock was in complete control pushing against her anal ring. Suddenly, the head popped past the ring and a second later my cock was buried to the hilt in mom's ass. That must have felt good to her too, because her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell forward onto my chest like a rag doll. My hands lifted her hips as my hips thrust up into her. Her ass muscles spasmed milking my dick. Suddenly I needed to pound my dick into her, but couldn't do that from the position I was in, so I rolled her over until I was on top of her in the missionary position. I fell forward and kissed her, my tongue flying into her mouth meeting hers. I jammed my cock into her, my balls slapping loudly against her ass cheeks. She groaned in the sweet pain of pleasure as her orgasm swept through her. The look on her face contorted in ecstasy sent a jolt through my dick, expanding it obscenely and spewing an enormous load of spunk into my mother's ass. "Unnnphhhhhh!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," mom moaned.

I rested my weight on her as my dick softened and slowly slid from her. Mom buried her face into my chest. "Honey, can I ask you a question?"

'Sure mom, you can ask me anything."

She nuzzled against me before continuing, "Was it everything you expected?"

I lifted her head and looked into her eyes. "It was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt in my life. In fact, it was almost perfect."

"Almost perfect?"

"Let's get a shower and then we can talk about it."

Mom stretched her arms over her head and looked at her handsome son. "Not me. I just had my hair done. But I am going to take a bath and all I need is a volunteer to wash my back."

I smiled and popped her on the ass. "I think you found your man."

"You're telling me," she said contentedly.