Son shares the bed with mom, the surf pounds along with his heart, It is the middle of the night and Jon Mason returns from the bathroom. Sara sleeps on her back and the bright moonlight filters through the curtains casting a soft glow across her body. Through the open window, he can hear the roar of the surf. The sheet, wadded and tossed towards the bottom of the bed, leaves just one of her feet covered.
He stands beside the bed with one hand resting on the headboard and marvels at how beautiful she is. At fifty-nine, her beauty rivals that of women a third her age. Her hair is long, straight, and the beautiful gray some women’s hair becomes. Neither care that he is thirty-three years younger than she is. Neither care that she is his mother.
With each breath, her sumptuous breasts rise and fall. Her slim stomach and lovely mound remain covered with his orgasm. Her long slender legs lay spread apart, one knee slightly cocked to the side.
Jon stands for a few minutes just watching, his erection again begging for release, bobbing up and down occasionally, sometimes casting a shadow across her face as if it were making love to her mouth. He does not touch himself and instead, he saves it for her. He knows it will not be long.
Her arm reaches out slowly. Softly, her long fingers stroke the underside of his cock.
“I missed you. I missed this lovely cock.”
“I know Mom. I had to…”
She interrupts and whispers. “I love the warmth of you next to me on a cool night. You’re the perfect thing to cover me with.”
Her fingers touch him all along his shaft as it rises and falls, and then she touches the large smooth head with a single finger.
“For some reason, I love this part the most.”
She continues touching just the head, then her thumb slides over it once or twice before touching that tender place just under the tip. It is the hair-trigger for him. The one that will make him fire, shoot, unload. Her head moves a little, just enough to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. He feels her suck and lick that wonderful spot with her lips and her tongue.
It is just a reflex movement, but his cock jerks upward and away from her lips. “No Jon.” He senses her disappointment. It falls back down, where it had been. “Much better.” She resumes her kissing.
His hand tightens on the headboard. His legs grow a little weaker. She senses his growing discomfort. “Lay next to me.” She pats the sheet and slides towards the other side of the bed. He lies down and moves next to her. His hand rests on her mound. A finger slides gently through her labia until it pulls her clit up.
She gasps as he first touches it. “I love that,” she whimpers.
His thumb touches opposite the finger and grasps her clit. “Me too. One of my favorite places on your body.”
She kisses his mouth. Her tongue is deep inside, probing for his. They find, touch, and rub against each other. Seconds, maybe minutes, maybe longer, pass as their tongues make love to each other. She stops, and then sucks his lower lip between hers, then into her mouth. Her teeth nibble. She sucks it deeper. She lets go and nibbles more.
“You’re the best kisser Mom.” His hand slides up her stomach, and rests on her breast. A finger darts around and over the nipple. The dark pink nipple grows and hardens under his touch.
“Nice,” is all she says. She grasps the other breast and kneads it.
He lean down and sucks. She gasps. He pulls more of her breast into his mouth. She moans. The sound is louder than the ocean. He swats and bats at the nipple with his tongue. She moans again. His cock rests against the top of her hip, pulsing, tapping as it rises and falls, almost like it is gently knocking on a door, begging to enter a warm inviting place. He strains to look up at her without losing contact with her breast. While fondling the other breast, her fingers stroke against his face. Her lips pucker as she blows a kiss.
Her legs spread wider and he moves between them. A glow, a smile, fills her face. All the foreplay, all the touches, were good. This was what she l-o-v-e-s the most, and he too.
“Right there, just slide it back and forth a little. Oh when that swollen head slides over my clit … like that … just like that…”
Jon can tell from the now so familiar expression on her face, she is basking in the warmth of a pleasurable experience, one that he can only wonder what it might be like. For her, it will last until long after they stop. He continues to let the head of his cock massage the entrance of her pussy. Her hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing it, rubbing it. Her face contorts and twists. Her breathing stops and then becomes labored. She bites her lower lip. A loud, “Ah-h-h,” echoes though the room. Her orgasm comes, peaks, and wanes.
“It was so wonderful.” That is her endearing way of letting him know he can now enjoy his orgasm.
She sits up and leans over his cock, covered in both of their fluids. “The best part of your body. Well one of them.” She takes his still erect cock and begins sucking the whole thing into her mouth. He watches as her lips slide along the taught skin. She gulps as his cum fills her mouth. She kisses his mouth and he tastes himself. He wipes away a small amount as it dribbles from the corner of her mouth.
They lay next to each other, the fronts of their bodies pressing together, their nipples touching, their lips resting on each other, their fingers touching, touching everywhere.
“I’ve never felt love so wonderful as with you Mom. Never.”
He lies and watches as she drifts back to sleep. To him, she is so sexy, so dreamy. He loves to look at her, awake or asleep. Even asleep, she exudes sensual beauty and raw sexual passion.
Once she is asleep, Jon lays on his back with his hands clasped behind his head, thinking about how lucky he is to have found a woman that shares so many of the same feelings he has, and visa versa.
Jon’s parents married later in life than most people do. He was born that same year. Growing up, Jon’s Dad had been one of those ‘my way or the highway’ kind of men. For years he thought that was the way men just were. As he grew older and visited friends homes, he started comparing other men with his Dad. Not all of them acted as his Dad did towards members of their families.
He did not really ‘date’ until he was in college and never had a chance to do much more than kiss, actually just an occasional peck, until he moved far away from home after graduation.
Jon met Sue at the lake. His eyes fluttered in the bright sunlight and she was standing next to him.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she looked at his swimsuit. She did not wait for an invitation and sat on the edge of his beach towel. In a velvet soft voice, she murmured, “Were you dreaming about me?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. He knew there was not much he could do about it and chose to sit.
“That’s too bad. Now it is gone.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the water, not stopping until it was above their waist. He pulled her close, rubbing his erection against her.
“Oh baby,” was all she said just before she inserted her tongue nearly to his throat. With one swipe of her hand across the front of his swimsuit, she reached in and wrapped her fingers around the turgid shaft. “Very nice,” she groaned around his tongue as her fingers roamed along the full length of his cock.
Sue became a regular in Jon’s bed, spending several nights a week with him. She also helped him learn all the details of making love. The month had been heaven. They were alone in the glass elevator to the restaurant on the 25th floor to celebrate. She punched the stop button.
“Shut up.” She shoved her hand in his pants and grabbed his cock. “You’re not hard. Don’t you find this short skirt and my long legs exciting?” She pulled her skirt up showing him her naked pussy. She gripped his cock harder. “I still don’t feel it getting hard. What do I have to do?”
“Maybe it’s the fact everyone in the lobby can see us.”
“Why? That is making my pussy drip … a lot. Get it up and fuck me. Fuck me or I won’t start the elevator.”
Jon was not able to and that was the last time he saw her.
Her lessons were not lost on him. Many of his future women would comment on his skills in bed, or in public. Occasionally, he would even run his hand under their skirt as they walked down a sidewalk at night. Sometimes they would pull him into an alley, push him up against the wall, and fuck him.
There were some dry spells between women. He tried to have standards and never felt it was worthwhile to pickup a woman just to fuck. He could often have a higher quality jerk off than the sex some women could give him. He found some were even worse than he was before Sue so aptly taught him. It was sad but true.
Fran was his first older woman. Not old mind you, but she was at least twenty years older than he was. She sat next to him at the bar one night with lovely ‘fuck me’ blue eyes that were watching only him. Her graceful fingers slipped though the moisture on her drink glass as if she was trying to bring it to a pleasant orgasm. Just watching had his erection straining at his zipper, ready to feel her hand around it.
At first, she said nothing, just a slow swipe of her tongue across already wet lips, then a simple, “Hello,” in a sultry voice that probably launched a thousand ships.
Even without the hand action on the glass, he would have been lusting after her. There was something about the long brown curls draped over one shoulder, the way her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to give him a wonderful look into the chasm between her tanned well formed breasts, or even the red lipstick on her smooth kissable lips. Of course, the smile she just flashed him while he was mentally fucking her on top of the bar in front of everyone would have been enough to drag him by the teeth into any bed.
“Can I get you another drink?” Her glass was still full and he was just teasing her, almost playing with her, waiting to see if she would make the first move.
She dipped her index finger deep into the drink exactly the way he wanted to dip his finger inside her. Her finger stroked in and out a few times before she sucked her finger dry with a nosy slurping sound. He could still hear the drink sizzling. “Want some?” she cooed.
There was no reason to answer that stupid question. ‘Hell yeah!’ he screamed in his mind. He was playing it cool though. He quietly nodded in her direction as he laid his hand at the top of her thigh. Her skirt short, her thigh bare, her legs apart, and she nudged his fingers up a little more. It did not take a genius to know it would be okay with her if he just happened to snake his fingers all the way up. She was wet. He was hard. She sucked her whiskey soaked finger again and he circled and massaged her clit.
In a sultry slow drawl, the words raped her lips, “Honey, you do that like a pro.” Her hand touched his crotch and she moaned softly. “Maybe you’d let me refine my skills on this.”
She held his hand and led him to her Mercedes parked at the edge of the neighboring parking lot. “Call me Fran,” she told him as she opened the back door and slid across the seat. Before the door was closed, his pants were unzipped and his erection waving in the cool night air. “This is a fine specimen,” she proclaimed as she tightly wrapped her fingers near the base of the shaft and watch the head swell.
Fran’s lips fit over the head like a custom made pair of lips. The faint glow of the parking lot lights though the steamed windows was just enough for him to see exactly what was happening. The steamed windows became more so with each gasp. Rope after rope of thick milky cum filled her mouth. Not a drop remained between his legs. She smiled as she wiped her mouth.
“I know there’s more.” He knew from the way she had just said that, he was in for a night of oral pleasure. She followed him to his place. His boss was used to him calling in sick.
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