Mom wants to experiment -2

"That's a blunt way of putting it," she replied. "But to put it in less crude terms, yes, he sort of had an adult relationship with his own mother which lasted for many years. That was one of the reasons why I was so intrigued by what you said about me. He's only talked about it vaguely, and it was the first time I had ever heard anything like that. So it came as a real shock to me that both of you feel the same way about your respective mothers."

"You have the internet, right? I suggest you turn off your safety filters and do some online research. It's a pretty common deal amongst men. It's even starting to become popular amongst women."

Her eyebrows raised, "Good to know. I'll have to do some research on that...umm...for scientific purposes of course. As for right now, the clock's ticking, who should go first?"

"You're the experienced one. You should go first, mom."

"Fine. And it's such a strange feeling hearing you call me 'mom' right before I'm about to get naked in front of you. Anyway, here it goes..."

She stood up and undid her ponytail, letting her long hair fall freely. I could see her breathing become heavy as she bent down to remove her sweat pants, revealing her legs. Then off came her t-shirt, revealing her upper body with its small breasts. She stood in only her bra and panties.

"What do you think so far?" she asked with her hands raised high.

I looked her body over and replied, "I think you're perfect as far as I'm concerned. You're the reason why I love older woman."

Her face lit up with pride and she got the confidence she needed to reach back and undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She bent down and did the same thing with her panties, letting them drop to her ankles and kicked them away with the tip of her foot. My eyes examined every inch of her, taking in her small but slightly hanging breasts, and her large brown nipples which stood in stark contrast to her fair skinned body. Her crotch had neatly trimmed pubic hairs and I could see her dark brown labia protruding below it.

My heart pounded as my long time fantasy of seeing her completely naked had finally come true.

"God you're beautiful," I told her. "You're amazing. Even better than I ever could have imagined."

"You always were a charmer. Now it's your turn. Let's see what you've got underneath those clothes."

I remained seated and pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it to the other end of the couch.

"And the rest of it?" she asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now. Can I take a rain check?"

She put her hands on her naked hips and gave me a stern look. "A little shy all of a sudden?"

"It's not that," I replied. "It's just...you know how these things go. You're a beautiful woman. And you're naked. You can see where I'm going with this."

She raised a single eyebrow, "Are you erect?"

"Yeah, I am."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie. I gave birth to you and raised you. It's a perfectly normal human reaction, and in my life experience, men's penises pretty much look the same. So stop being such a wimp and undress already."

"Okay, if you insist."

I took off my socks, stood up, and in simple movement, I dropped my shorts and underwear to reveal my fully naked body to my mother.

She squinted her eyes and leaned forward, looking at my crotch. "I thought you said you were erect? Are you cold or something?"

"You better be joking or else I'm unpacking all the things I helped pack."

"I'm kidding!" she shouted with a laugh. "I couldn't resist taking a jab at your delicate ego. You're a perfectly healthy young man. And whoever you're currently seeing is a very lucky young woman."

"Thanks," I replied. "So what now? Do we just hang around doing naked stuff together? Or do we just sit down and enjoy our nakedness? I'm new to this."

"Well there's not a lot of things we can do with that stiff erection between your legs. And we certainly can't have you pack my things like that. God forbid you drop something heavy on your precious manhood. I would never be able to forgive myself."

I laughed, "You still haven't lost your sarcastic touch. It's your fault I'm standing here with this erection, you know."

"Then I suppose it's my responsibility to undo it. Is that what you're saying?"

I tried my best not to jump around the room with joy, and I succeeded. I stayed as calm as possible with my mother seemingly offering to take care of me.

"You can interpret it that way. You're the scientist. I don't mind."

She took a few steps towards me and we stood face to face. She maintained a relaxed expression while she used both hands to softly caress the shaft of my erection with her fingertips.

"I certainly didn't plan for this to happen," she said with her fingers staying busy. "But we're already naked and your male fertility appears to be at its peak. So are you interested in making my last full day here a special one? It'll be special for both of us."

"Why do I get the feeling that you haven't made love in a very long time?" I asked after seeing the longing in her eyes.

She paused for a second. "It hasn't been that long. But it's been unfulfilling in many ways. I'm not a woman who goes around looking for one night stands. I have nothing against women who do, but if I don't feel that there's love and a connection there, then it's meaningless to me. And that's what's been missing between me and Dave. We haven't had an intimate connection in a long time."

"You seem like that kind of woman," I replied. "That's one of the things I really love about you."

"Thank you."

Her fingers went from simply caressing me softly, to wrapping around my entire shaft and giving me a good squeeze, which sent a jolt down my body.

"So what's your answer going to be mister?" she asked. "Are you interested in making love to your mother? Or am I going to have to save these fingers of mine for myself later?"

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck the way she did to me earlier, and I bent forward to give her a kiss. It wasn't the quick touch of the lips like she gave me, but a kiss which showed love and compassion. It was wet and sensual, and both of our tongues found themselves wrestling against each other in our mouths.

"Does that answer your question?" I replied, pulling back.

She smiled and gripped my erection even tighter. "Yes. Yes it does. God, I can't believe this is actually going to happen. My own son of all people..."

I touched her soft breasts for the first time and gently pinched both of her erect brown nipples and played with them. We briefly kissed again.

"This feels right," I said. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"How should we start?" she asked.

"Sit down on the couch. I want you to spread your legs for me."

A shy expression crept over her face and she tried to hold it in. It was as if she was a virgin who heard a dirty word for the very first time. But she wasn't a virgin and she wasn't about to hear dirty things. She was my mother and we were about to have our first sexual encounter together.

Once she sat down, she did as I asked and spread her legs open for me. The look on her face showed that she didn't know what to expect until I got down on my knees in front of her.

"Are you going to perform oral sex on me?" she asked in a state of disbelief.

"Has it been a long time for that too?"

She nodded. "Dave isn't a very big fan of doing it. Neither was your father when we were still together."

I pressed my hands on her thighs and rubbed her legs. "Good. This is supposed to be special, right?"

My hands continued rubbing her thighs and made their way up to her crotch. I examined her vagina and was mesmerized by how beautiful it was. Her labia was dark brown and protruded at just the right amount. But what was most eye catching was seeing her clitoris swell and the pink area of her vaginal opening start to release clear fluids. She was aroused alright.

I leaned forward to give her womanhood a nice kiss, feeling her pubic hairs against my lips. My hands were still on her thighs and I felt her twitch, so I did it again and again until she was used to it. Once her movement stopped, I stuck my tongue out and gave each side of her labia a nice long lick, which made her twitch. Then finally, I stuck my tongue inside of her vagina and she let out a sharp moan.

"Oh my god..." she gasped. "Whatever you're doing, don't stop."

Hearing my prudish mother's sexual pleadings only motivated me to suck and lick her vagina even harder. Her fluids filled my mouth and I couldn't help but notice how good she tasted. I looked up at her while I continued my oral service to see her eyelids squeezed shut and her hands squeezing each of her small breasts and pinching her large brown nipples.

"I'm ready," she suddenly said. "I'm on the verge of an intense orgasm and I want you inside me."

I patted her on the leg, "Come on, lay on the floor."

After I stood up, I did the gentlemanly thing and extended my hand for her to hold to help lift her. But to my delight, she took my hand to get off the couch and immediately dropped to her knees to orally please me for a moment. As great as it felt, the thing that grabbed my attention the most was the surreal sight of my throbbing cock in her pretty little mouth.

After a few seconds, she spit out my cock and said, "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to return this oral reciprocation another time. I really want you to make love to me now."

"I'm sure we can work this out," I smiled.

She smiled back and laid down on the carpet. Her eyes never left me and she watched me climb on top of her, kissing her after I pressed my weight down.

"I bought this rug with Dave and I when I first moved in here," she said in between kisses. "We were so close to getting married. So it's especially hard to believe that I'm currently laying naked on it with my son on top of me."

I gave her a few more kisses. "You're a woman with needs. If he's not willing to take care of them, then someone else has to. And it might as well be me. You deserve it, mom."

"Do you really want to have sex with me? My vagina is the place where you came from after all," she said with a hint of disbelief.

"That makes it even more special doesn't it?"

Her eyes lit up when I said that, and then she reached down to guide the tip of my penis towards the open entrance of womanhood.

"You're right, it does make it more special," she said. "And this is our special day. Now give me an experience I'll never forget."

I pushed my hips down and I penetrated my mother. She felt warm, comfortable, and dripping wet; everything a real woman is supposed to feel like. After I went all the way in, I pulled back and did the same thing again, forming a nice rhythm.

"Oh god..." she moaned with her eyes wide open. "This feels so good."

Her legs wrapped around me tighter and her hands squeezed my back. I'm no stranger to good sex, but actually screwing my mother was the best thing I had ever experienced. The depraved and lust filled look that filled her eyes showed that she agreed and felt the same way too. Both of our heart rates skyrocketed as I continued pounding her body.

She suddenly tapped my shoulder to get me to stop. "Wait, I have an idea. Turn around, lay on your back."

I had no idea what she had planned, but with the excitement in her eyes and the lust in her voice, I knew it would be good, so I did what she said. Once I turned to my back, my mother climbed on top of me with my cock still inside of her, and she straddled me in the cowgirl position.

"I had no idea you would be interested in this position," I noted to my mother.

"We'll see," she said with her voice filled with curiosity and heavy breathing. "I've always wanted to take charge during sex, now here's my opportunity. Another sweet memory I'll take with me. So where did we leave off..."

She placed both hands on my chest and slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I missed the closeness we shared with me being right on top of her with our faces just inches away from each other, but that feeling was immediately replaced with the erotic sight of my mother's hair waving back and forth. And as she picked up her pace, I got to see her small breasts jiggle in front of me with her large brown nipples being as hard as they possibly could.

Beads of sweat formed around her face, as did mine. She squeezed my chest harder and I squeezed her thighs tighter. Both of our moans and breathing became louder. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and suddenly her back arched and I could feel her legs shivering on top of me. She was having an orgasm.

"Oh my god...Oh my god...I'm cumming..."

Her face was pointed upwards and her hips kept gyrating in short movements while she entered a state of sexual bliss. It was an amazing sight to witness, and it felt equally as amazing feeling a slight rush of fluids gush from inside of her body onto mine. Her squirt made a real mess all over.

It didn't take long for me to reach my climax as I shot spurt after spurt of my cum deep inside of her womb, while I squeezed her hips tightly.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of me. Her long hair covered my chest, and I could feel her face and her breasts on my skin while we tried to calm down and make sense of everything.

"Thank you," she said a few minutes later. "Thank you for this. I'll never forget it. And I'll always have this memory of us."

I rubbed my hands through her hair. "No, thank you. I've had this fantasy since I was young. And you know that fantasies rarely come true. I'm glad this one did."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then on my lips. "You're so sweet."

"Do you think we'll get to do this again in the future? Or is this a one time thing? I would understand if you wouldn't want to, or if you meet somebody else over there, but I think this feels right between us."

"We'll see," she said as she rested her head on my chest. "I was never very good at predicting the future. And I certainly never could have predicted that this would ever happen when I gave birth to you all those years ago. But for now, let's enjoy this moment."

"So...do you plan on telling Dave that we had sex in his living room?" I asked in a joking manner.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Are you kidding? I'm going to tell him every last detail about what we did just now. Trust me, his right hand will have plenty to do for the next several months. It's still fairly early in the morning, so who knows, maybe we can give him more stories to think about. I did promise you some 'oral stimulation,' didn't I?"

That's when she smiled slyly as she moved down to take me back into her mouth.